#trigger warning: harrassment

[aeyumicore]

Hello friends <3

Hi guys! I’m sure some may have noticed, but I have shadowbanned for the last few days. The ban has finally been resolved by Tumblr (it was triggered because I was messaging people who'd been interacting with my impersonator's posts, using a copy-pasted message, which was flagged as spam). 

I am also happy to share that the second impersonator blog @/aeyumiicore has been deleted.

I will be posting my Xavier fic in a few days, potentially maybe a week. I am so excited to share it with you guys, but I want to give myself some time just go back to normal, protect my peace. She’s been ready for quite some time, but I did not feel comfortable posting while I was shadowbanned, as the impersonator could more easily copy this one as their own, if my content was harder to find.

This trying time has shown me just how precious you guys are to me. Not only did you guys stand by me, but you took matters into your own hands to defend me. I truly don't deserve you guys. I love you with my entire heart.

I will be responding to asks soon <3 I just want to make sure this isn't buried just yet.

Now onto some serious business. 

A MESSAGE TO MY IMPERSONATOR:

In the days I’ve been shadowbanned I’ve had a lot of free time to do some sleuthing. I know exactly who you are, and others do too. And I have evidence, 26 pages of it to be exact.

If you do not LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. If I see one more impersonator/exposing account created, or any random accounts copying my fics, I will expose you. I could care less about exposing you, I just want you to LEAVE ME ALONE. I literally do not care about your main blog, I have no need to start a whole exposé. But I will if you don’t leave me alone. 

Don’t believe me? Take that chance. 

I already have the document with all the evidence written and ready to share, should you continue to harass me. Take your pick. 

For anyone else reading this who has supported and will continue to support me, I wish I could share the identity with you. Unfortunately at this point, I just want to be left alone. I don’t care to turn this into anything bigger than it already is. If they’re willing to leave me alone indefinitely, I am willing to let this issue rest.

Always do your own due-diligence. Be careful what you believe.

[mewglitch]

reminder that because some people dont post about the war doesn't mean they're for it

maybe they don't want to keep up because of their mental health

maybe they're doing something more offline, and dont want to see it

maybe they don't want to have people that know them and could see those posts in support of palestine and ruin them

you don't know

[muffinrecord]

I glad that makes sense, like I'm not saying misogyny doesn't play a role in it, cause it might, but that criticism never really made sense to me, because I've known people who did talk like that, now they wouldn't say that stuff to strangers, but to friends yeah.

Also doesn't help that the only word that is usually used to describe liking how boobs look is 'sexy' I know some people who thought having big boobs was neat and wished they had them, but it was usually said in the same way as someone wishing they had long/short hair.

Ahh see, I've def met people where big boobs = sexiest thing ever, so it has a different context for me. Growing up was a massive pain. It's worse when people assume things about you due to your body which you can't actually control too-- like, "wow you have big tits, that must mean you're a massive slut" and you're just a 13 year old in a turtleneck at walmart, you know?

However I'd also like to imagine a world where bodies are seen neutrally, so saying stuff like that isn't something to be so suspicious of. But like... growing up, people would phrase things in a way so that they could defend themselves and blame you for "looking too much into it" while they get to say rude shit. I'm definitely a little oversensitive when I read/watch stuff because of my own experiences and I'll admit to that.

Anyways, this is the last I'm gonna talk on the Mikage/Mitama thing for today, cause misogyny (potential or perceived) isn't that much fun to write about.

[evis-gossip]

Simon and secretary!reader

I know, I know, so overdone! but in my defence, I was bored in my flight!

Trigger warning: harrassing (not by Simon tho), misogyny I guess, Simon being a knight in shiny armor (or more like skull mask) (not me being unfunny)

Unbetad!

Price hired you to help keep up with paperwork, meetings, reports and whatnot.

Obviously the entire TF141 noticed you, but Price started treating you like a daughter and they preferred to just back off. That old man can be scary protective.

Still, Simon found himself drawn to you. Lingering when handing over mission reports and trying to read your coffee order in your paper cup.

Most times you would pack your lunch and have it alone in your office, or the captain’s, or however that works.

You avoided interacting with soldiers more than necessary. Some of them were intimidating, and you’re just a secretary.

But then…

There was this one time you woke up late and didn’t have enough time to pack your lunch. Which left you eating the disgusting mess hall food.

Your hands were shaking as you took your tray, and your steps unsure. 

You didn’t even notice the testosterone fuelled new recruit’s obvious stares and hushed comments.

Ghost noticed though (he was watching too).

He let you hold your own, not wanting to intrude.

But then, you sat down alone, away from everybody, the far edge of a long bench, those same recruits on the other side.

It didn’t take long for the hollering and catcalling to start, and soon enough, the entire hall turned to look at you.

You glowed red in embarrassment, taking small bites of your tasteless food, wishing to disappear.

Ghost had enough.

He picked up his empty tray and walked where you were seating.

His tray slamming in front of yours almost made you jump. You looked up to his massive stature, the menacing skull balaclava snug over his face.

He wasn’t even looking at you. He was busy staring down the recruits. Unlucky them, for he had training duty that afternoon, and it looked like some of them were gonna be running laps until the though of ever harassing anyone ver again vanished from their brainless heads.

If you had looked at them, you’d have seen their faces pale in horror.

Simon sat down in front of you and you looked down at your food, taking more confident bites, not before muttering a quiet “thank you”, to which he grunted something akin to “any time”.

He just didn’t like bullies.

So he started watching out for you.

Simple things really.

No one else messed with you ever again.

You want back to having such alone anyway.

He was quiet and so were you.

So he found a way to spend lunch with you.

Something about needing your help with filling a report (not really) and buying you lunch as a compensation for your time and help, his treat, he insisted.

And then he needed help with reports on recruit training.

And then he always needed help with something.

Finding crazier and crazier ways to follow you around like a lost puppy.

You were just so… normal.

And somehow, you weren’t scared of him

Took a lot of encouragement from his Sargents and a single pat on the back from his captain to ask you out.

But the story is better told a different time.

(and thta story will prob never get told cuz I get bired with part twos)

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Series

sinag | psh.

chapter thirteen

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

word count: 3k

warnings: contains harrassment, violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some. (please be responsible and avoid fics that contains warnings that can trigger you.)

note: reblogs and replies are highly encouraged. i truly appreciate your messages to me. it keeps me going. please leave comments and tags when you reblog! thank you so much, stay safe and ily!

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Your eyes stings from crying too much. What happened last night kept lingering back in your mind. How Sunghoon just shot that poor man dead with no mercy. You couldn’t help but to blame yourself. It was you who asked for his help.

Sunghoon was inside your room while you pretend to be asleep. It was mid night when you heard the faint sound of the room’s door opening. Fear instantly took over you and decided to just act like as if you are fast asleep.

He was silent. It was pretty hard to tell if he’s still inside the room since his movements are very quiet. It took him a few minutes before he approach your bed and pull your sheets up to your shoulder. He didn’t do anything else, just that.

After he left, the terrifying scene haunted you 'til morning. It was impossible to fall asleep as it only takes you back to what happened back at the restaurant. The face of that poor man breaks your heart. The way his eyes flashes fear and slowly drains out of life.

You shut your eyes and rests your head on your knees, tears once again streaming down your face.

The door then suddenly bursted open making you jump on your place, pulling you back to reality. You scooted closer to the bed’s headboard when you realize that it was Sunghoon. He’s wearing his white polo, eyes looking dead cold.

“G-Get out!” you screamed right at him.

He’s not surprised. Sunghoon expected this type of behavior from you. He knew that what you just witnessed was probably too much for you. His sweet angel... You’re surely ain’t prepared for that one.

He’ll be honest, he felt a pinch of regret from what he did. Not because he felt bad for killing that man, but because it terrified you. He can’t help but to blame that old man for being too nosy and laying his hands on you. How dare him?

He kept silent, doesn’t really want to make the situation worst of to terrify you even more. He sighs and signalled something to his men.

Your eyes looked wary, attented on what’s about to happen.

A maid then entered holding a tray of food. Your eyes trailed back to Sunghoon and he’s still staring right at you. He doesn’t seem bothered or even regretful of anything. It makes you wonder how evil this guy is. To actually not feel anything after just ending someone’s life is alarming.

“Eat your breakfast. I’ll be leaving for work.” he says. You remained silent and just kept your shooting glares at him.

“Don’t even think of trying to escape since this mansion is full of security.” he warned.

Your jaw clenched, “Or else what? You’re going to kill me too?” your sarcasm filled every words.

Sunghoon kept his stares and then tilted his head over to the side. He scoffed with no humor that sent instant chills down your spine.

“You know I’ll never hurt you.”

He said it with so much sincerity, but after what you just witnessed last night, the fear for your life is your main concern.

Sunghoon wanted to approach and kiss you, but he thought it may be too much for now so he just left the room.

The moment he stepped out from the same room you finally started breathing properly. Whenever he’s around, your chest feels heavy and fear just takes the most of you.

“Miss, you should have your breakfast.” the lady that entered holding your food caught your attention.

The tension from a while ago is too much to bear that you even forgot that she’s still here. You glanced at the food and can’t find the appetite to eat.

“I don’t want to.” you glanced away and just stared blankly outside the big windows of the room. The weather looked fine and if its normal days, you would’ve want to be outside and walk around. But your heart felt heavy, eyes starting to burn once again.

—

“You what?!” Jake’s frantic voice filled the room after hearing what just happened.

“So it was you last night...” Heeseung’s smirking while reaching for the cup of coffee that Sunghoon’s secretary just prepared for them.

“Last night? What’s up last night?” some of their eyes darted at the door when Jay entered. As usual, he was running late.

“Sunghoon hyung went crazy and shoot someone dead.” Sunoo says and sighs. He’s not totally surprised about it, just a little disappointed.

Jay scoffs as he takes his sit, “What’s new with Sunghoon going crazy?”

Jungwon shakes his head with a small smirk on his lips, “How is she? I’m sure she didn’t took that well.”

Sunghoon sighs and throws his head back before shutting his eyes close. He already knew that, but now that his friends are rubbing it to his face makes him feel a bit dumb for his actions.

“Dude, Aelia’s life is very different from ours. Its not normal for her to see guns and all these. You have to take it easy.” Jake says, trying to lecture his friend.

“Jake’s right, Sunghoon. It took a while before Bri even got used to it.” Heeseung added.

“Wait wait wait...” Jay stood beside the chair he was suppose to occupy. He glanced over his friends then continued talking.

“You mean Sunghoon did all that in front of that girl?” he asks, trying to confirm the issue.

Jake rolls his eyes. “That’s what you get for being late.” he commented silently that Jay ignored.

“She has a name and its Aelia.” Sunghoon spat like its the most important thing that needs to be addressed.

Jay chuckles, a little bit amused. He’s the only one who seemed to be enjoying what he just heard.

“You just found her and already scaring the shit out of her? Man, that sucks.” Jay commented that made Sunghoon glare at him.

“I know I fucked up. What do I have to do?” he asks clicking his tongue.

Jake can’t help but to purse his lip and take time to sink in what he just heard from his friend. Is he really asking for advice? That’s not so him.

Usually Sunghoon will not even give a damn for an adivise. He will just carry on to what he thinks is best to do at the situation.

“Give her time, hyung.” Jungwon.

“You know I’m impatient.” Sunghoon throws right away, fingers tapping nonstop on the table.

“You managed to wait for her for years without being sure that she actually exist. It won’t hurt to wait for her now.” Jake.

The other guys agrees with him and even tells Sunghoon to calm down. They know their friend too well. If he doesn’t get what he wants, he gets reckless. That’s the last thing he will want to do at this situation.

He remains silent, but his breathing were heavy. Heeseung smiles and rest his cup on the table. “I know you’re probably feeling so excited now that you’ve found her, Hoon. Don’t let this overwhelming feelings be the reason for you to lose her.” his words strung deep inside Sunghoon.

He was silent. Just letting his friends advices sink deep to his system. He’s not really the type to listen from other people, but they are his friends. If there are people who knew him the best, it would be them.

Also this is the first time he will deal with someone he actually wants to keep in his life other than his friends so he really needs their help. All he’s good at is scaring people out and getting rid of them, but he doesn’t want to do any of that with you.

He nods his head as an answer and to let them know he understands. Jake smiles then clap his shoulder once before diverting the topic into something else. Despite the start of another conversation, Sunghoon’s thoughts are all filled with you.

—

“Miss...” your eyes drifted over the two maids that walked inside your room.

The look of concern over their faces are evident. Its been a whole day and you’ve declined eating any food. They are worried and at the same time scared of what the consequences may be, not for you but for them.

“You have to eat. Mr. Park strictly told us not to starve you.” desperation leaks through her tone. One familiar emotion flashes through her eyes. Fear. Is that how everyone around Sunghoon looked? Scared?

“Do you want anything? Any food you want perhaps?” one even encourages.

You pursed your lips. “I w-want to go home.” you mumbled so lowly, enough for them to hear.

The two maids exchanged glances. They do feel bad. Looking at your state, they feel bad. They wanted to help, but what can they do? They cannot risk their own life to save yours.

“I’m afraid w-we can’t grant that, Miss.”

Of course they can’t. You gulped and teared your gaze off of them. Why did you even say those words? Obviously these people are in no position to help you in any way. Well, they can try but that will cost them their life.

You should’ve learned already. What happened last night should not happen ever again. It was so cruel and traumatizing. You can’t afford having somebody else' life gone because of you.

An alarm blaze from outside the mansion and spending a few days here already familiarize you of what it means. Their heads whipped at the direction of your window faced in front of the mansion.

The color on their faces drained as you hear the faint sound of the main gate opening.

“It’s the boss.” one mumbles while her fingers visibly shaking.

Your heart swells, feeling totally guilty that they will be punished because of you.

“Just tell him that I’m the one who refused to eat.” was what you blurted, making them look at your direction.

They don’t seem amused or relaxed of what they heard from you. Its like it won’t solve anything. Who are you fooling? You are as powerless as them.

“W-What will we do? We’re in big trouble.” she panics, the younger one. Her eyes shakes and visibly tremble.

Her eyes darted at you and for a split second you saw how it glared at you. You gulped, feeling so bad now that they will definitely shoulder your stubborness.

“I’m s-sorry.”

The older one pursed her lips and remained silent, though you can still see that she’s as scared as her. The one beside her clenched her fists and opens her mouth, about to say something when the door bursts open.

You jolted and hugged your knees in a balled position once again. Eyes fixed at the entrance waiting for him to walk inside. Two men entered first and then Sunghoon.

The two maids bows their heads looking very terrified. Despite the fear from this gorgeous man, you’ve had the urge to stand up for them. It was you who refused to eat so there’s no reason for another person to shoulder it once again.

His eyes are darted at you, cold and hard to read. No words came out from his mouth, but instead his eyes moved over to the tray of untouched foods.

Terror flickers through the maid’s eyes.

“W-We tried to make her eat, Mr. Park.” the younger one already said it even before he can ask something.

His eyes moved towards her and they were terrifying for her. Colour drains off of her face as she grew paler, head lowering while fidgeting over her trembling hands.

“I’m t-the one who refused to eat! Don’t take it against them.”

You are afraid of him. That’s not even enough to describe what you feel towards the gorgeous man in front of your bed. Great. He’s so evil and yet you still manage to call him gorgeous. You’re really going insane because of him.

Sunghoon glanced at you and contemplates. His friends' words of advice flashing through his mind for a moment before he tries his best to calm down. They are all right. He should take it slow. If he wanted you to keep you, he needs you to slowly absorb this lifestyle. Its a lot, but he won’t give you any other choice.

“Alright.” he says shortly.

The two maids raised their heads in surprise. Did they really heard their boss obey somebody?

On the other hand, even if you’re caught off guard that he really did listened to you, it didn’t made you fear him less. He’s still the man who just randomly gunned someone down last night.

Sunghoon then instruct them to leave and give you two some privacy. As they disappear one by one, you panicked. The last thing you want is to be left alone with him.

Words didn’t come out from your lips. They were sealed shut as you try to stop them from shaking. Your eyes left the door after the last bodyguard closes it and then your gaze diverted towards Sunghoon.

His intimidating eyes are watching you already.

“Why didn’t you eat your food?” he asks, tone sounding strict.

You refused to talk and felt your eyes slowly watering.

Realizing that you ain’t going to respond to him, he strains a heavy sigh.

“Its useless to be stubborn, Aelia. You are stuck here with me.” his eyes pierced right through you, letting you know that nothing will ever change that.

“So you either start accepting your fate or test my patience and see where things can go.” it was surely a threat. He said it so calmly, but you felt threatened.

“I don’t w-want any of these! I want you to let me go! I want to go back to my family! I want to see my parents! I want to go back to my normal life! I want to go home!” you screamed at him, tears streaming down your face.

Sunghoon clenched his jaw. The fact that you’re rejecting him and thinking that you can get away from him pisses the hell out of him. Why would you think he will ever let you go? Never.

Regardless, he pulls his shit together and decided that he needs to leave you be for tonight. He doesn’t want to lose his patience and cause you more damage.

“This is your home.” he says with a stern and cold voice.

He stared at you for a while before he turns his back to leave you be for tonight. You burst into tears as you hugged yourself that night.

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[gibberishkris]

Hey y'all, the person who spoke the trigger warning on the recently now deleted but thankfully archived KP video spoke out and said that they didn't know what the video was about, nor the controversy. Do not harrass them or persona non grete them as they are an unwitting participant. Also, follow them if you would kindly do so.

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Folsom Prison Blues | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual ? ;) )

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, sexual harassment, crude sexual comments directed at reader, mentions of rape, panic attacks, sexual coercion, blackmail, recovery from an assault (PLEASE PLEASE EXERCISE CAUTION WHEN READING THIS CHAPTER IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANYTHING PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED! Please take care of yourselves, lovebugs.)

Word Count: 5303

A/N: This is definitely one of the darker chapters I’ve written. I just wanna reiterate that if you are at all triggered by mentions of rape or sexual harrassment happening toward the reader, please skip this chapter. However, there are no explicit scenes of assault. I always feel like that crosses a line when writers add those really descriptive scenes.

Remember, if you are a victim of anything like this, you are loved and you are not defined by what happens to you. As a victim myself, I completely understand if you make the decision to skip this week's chapter.

Again, please, please, please take care of yourself while you read this chapter. I love you all! And minors, definitely do not read. doooo notttt readddd.

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“Have I mentioned that I hate this idea?” you said to Dean harshly, standing outside of the Impala.

Dean chuckled. “I think a few times.” He kissed your forehead. “Look, Deacon’s a friend of ours. He’s got you covered. See you in a few days, okay?”

“I fucking hate this idea,” you groaned.

Dean leaned down to kiss you, effectively cutting off your sentence. “Just trust me, okay?”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. See you, Dee.”

And with that, you set off to meet a friend of John Winchester’s, Deacon, at Green River County Detention Center. Several men had been brutally murdered in the B-block of their men’s prison, and Deacon, the warden at the prison, had come to the Winchester brothers for help. Reluctantly, you agreed to pose as a guard in-training to be right there with the boys the whole time and to assist with their escape. 

Your plan was only able to be accomplished due to the fact that the FBI hadn’t gotten a clear photo of you; not from the bank and not from your previous arrest. Your mugshot from Baltimore had “mysteriously disappeared.” However, Sam’s and Dean’s photos were all over the place; Dean’s from St. Louis and a sketch of Sam from a witness in Milwaukee. The two boys were going to purposefully get arrested to be able to get into the B-block of the prison. That was why you hated the idea so much. 

Deacon was tough, you wouldn’t lie, but no tougher than your father. His whole “ex-military” thing didn’t intimidate you at all, and perhaps that was what kept the other officers from messing with you. You’d proved in your “training” how capable you were, and Deacon claimed that was part of the reason they accelerated the hiring process for you. 

However, your tough, impenetrable attitude didn’t deter the inmates from making jabs at you. Your first day on the job, a scrawny inmate with rotting teeth smacked your ass harshly in the cafeteria. You promptly had him on his stomach with his arm twisted behind his back. Deacon called you into his office afterward to fill out an incident report.

“Guessing you guys don’t have that many female hires, huh?” you asked Deacon upon entering his office.

He chuckled. “That’s a nice way of saying it. Most girls wouldn’t be caught dead in here, and we pretty much don’t hire ‘em. Just for their own safety.”

“Don’t you think that’ll raise some red flags, then? Especially given the fact that I appeared out of nowhere and ‘accelerated through training’?” you questioned.

“(Y/N), we don’t exactly hire the best and the brightest. Besides, that sort of thing happens with the guys all the time. Some get transferred from other prison, for others, this is their jumping-off point before they start workin’ for the police force. Actually, I think a lot of ‘em are too excited to see a girl to even think about where you came from. Trust me, nobody’s paying enough mind to your circumstance to notice any of the cracks,” he assured you. 

You let out a breath. “Okay. The boys get arrested yet?”

He nodded. “Should be on their way over now. Just finished questioning them a few counties over.”

“Wait, questioning them? How serious of a questioning are we talkin’ here?” you asked.

“Uh, I don’t know. That’s above my paygrade, kid,” he replied. “Look, I’m gonna be honest with you. This isn’t gonna be a cakewalk for you. I run a tight ship, but you’re fresh meat. Some of these guys haven’t seen a girl in fifteen, twenty, thirty years. When they see you, be prepared for some wild animals. What happened earlier isn’t gonna be an isolated incident. 

“But one of ‘em even looks at you funny, you tell me. Don’t go lookin’ for trouble, though. Keep your head down and only jump in when you absolutely have to. I have you on patrol of the cell blocks so there’ll at least be a barrier between you and them. At meal and rec time, though, I can’t protect you from what’ll happen.”

You nodded, bile rising in your throat. 

“Why don’t you get outta here? I’ll see you around, okay?”

You nodded again and smiled a little before turning around and heading out of the door. Some of the male guards snickered as you walked past them through the hallways of the prison, but you paid no mind to them. You were focused on seeing your boys again. 

“You don’t belong here,” one of the guards called after you.

You turned on your heel sharply. “What’d you say to me?” 

“You heard me, toots. Go back where you came from,” the guard replied, a foul smile across his face as his buddies snickered.

You gave him a challenging glare. “I’m gonna say this as politely as I can: get fucked.” 

You turned back around and walked away, only to feel a harsh yank on your arm to turn you to face the man. “What’d you say?”

“You heard me, toots,” you said, mocking him. “How small is your dick that a third-grade insult from me got you all fired up? And holy shit, do you need some listerine. You got halitosis? What’s going on there?”

The guard’s friends began to laugh, too, much to the chagrin of the man still holding your arm. He released you roughly, and you knew it’d bruise tomorrow. “I oughta teach you some respect,” he said.

“Oh yeah? And risk losing your job?” you questioned. “You make one wrong move, and I start screaming.”

He scoffed. “Whatever. Just fuck off.”

“That’s what I was doin’,” you replied, turning away again. This time, he let you leave, and you were grateful. You were trying to remain as unnoticed as possible during your time here; despite the fact that being the only female guard put an immediate spotlight on you. 

You continued down the corridor to your assigned patrol; right outside the doors of one of the cell blocks. You tried to seem as unfazed as possible in your nerve-wracking situation and walked with authority; as much as you could muster given most of these men towered over you. You mentally cursed your father for stunting your growth by starving you to make sure you stayed small for hunting purposes. Your baton in hand, you walked up and down the cells. 

“Hey, they got us a hooker,” one of the men from the cell laughed. “How much for the hour, sweetness?”

As that man’s cell erupted into laughter, you walked past another where a man was pleasuring himself in plain view of the hallway. You knew he was doing so to get a rise out of you, and you swallowed your nausea and continued walking. 

“I’m gonna fuck you real good, sweetheart,” a man growled from behind his bars. “At rec time, your ass is mine.”

Again, you just kept walking, ignoring their lewd and offensive comments. You prayed to see Sam, Dean, or Deacon sooner rather than later to continue going through with this. And for a moment, you wondered if this case was even worth it. ‘If these fucking scumbags are the ones dyin’, I’d be okay with that,’ you considered. 

***

At the prisoner’s scheduled lunch time, you held up the end of the line of prisoners heading to the cafeteria. Every time the men at the back of the line tried to turn their heads to sneak a glimpse at you, you used the butt of your baton to hit them on the back of the head and turn their gazes forward. You weren’t completely comfortable doing that, but you were doing your best to prove that you weren’t someone to be messed with.

When you arrived with your group of inmates in the cafeteria, you saw Sam and Dean sitting alone at a small table and talking in hushed voices. You hoped your face didn’t convey your relief to see them. Even though they were in orange jumpsuits, just the sight of the Winchesters made you feel safer. Dean caught you staring at him and smirked a little before turning back to his plate. You forced yourself to remain stoic and keep your hardened expression on your face. Dean got up from the table with his tray to go throw his food away, and Sam followed. Sam somehow didn’t notice a heavily tattooed prisoner with a thick goatee heading straight for him, and he crashed right into him.

“Sorry. I—” Sam tried.

“Watch where you're going,” the man said.

The brunet stumbled over his words. “Yeah. Sure. I just—”

Dean walked up in front of Sam, voice darkening. “He said he was sorry.”

“You talking to me?” the man scoffed. “Are you talking to me?” 

“Great, another guy who's seen Taxi Driver too many times,” Dean quipped. “Yeah, I'm talking to you. Trust me. Let it go.”

The tattooed man walked away, and Dean turned around to Sam. He said something quietly and winked at his brother, making Sam roll his eyes before catching sight of the much larger man the tattooed prisoner was walking back over to them with.

You tried to keep your composure when the man swung a punch at Dean. Dean, however, caught him and held him in place from behind. “We can end this right now. No harm, no foul,” the Older Winchester asserted.

The prisoner soon broke from Dean’s hold. He grabbed him again and slammed him against a wall. The man stepped back on Dean’s foot, and Deacon subtly jerked his head at you for you to step forward to help break up the situation.

“That’s enough!” Deacon commanded, walking over to the man Dean had brought to the floor. “On your feet, Lucas.”

The tattooed man, whose name you just found out, stood. “Yes, sir, boss.”

Deacon held out his baton and pushed Dean’s chin up with it. “What's your name?” he asked him.

“Winchester.”

“Well, Winchester, not a good start.” Deacon stared him down angrily. “Solitary. You too, Lucas.”

You immediately grabbed Dean’s wrists and began pushing him in the direction of solitary confinement while another guard grabbed Lucas. 

“Are we having fun yet, huh?” Dean called over your shoulder to Sam.

You roughly shoved him forward, making him face ahead again. 

“Y’know, I usually don’t let girls tie me up without a first date,” Dean quipped. You knew he was trying to rile you up and get you to break character for his own fun.

“If you wanna keep your tongue, I suggest you keep your mouth shut,” you replied forcefully.

For some reason, that comment seemed to excite Dean. You fought back an eye roll at his amused expression. You roughly shoved him— not too hard, just hard enough to sell it— into the solitary confinement cell and slammed the door shut. 

Dean smirked at you. “See you around, sweetheart.”

You tried to fight the heat rising to your cheeks, upset by how easily he could get a rise out of you. You left him in solitary confinement and followed the guard who’d brought Lucas to solitary back to the cafeteria. 

“The boys seem to like you a lot,” he sneered. “Havin’ fun yet?”

You recognized him as one of the men who’d taunted you after you left Deacon’s office earlier that morning.

“Buckets,” you responded dryly. 

“I can think of a few ways we could have some more fun,” he said to you, backing you into a wall. 

“Get off me!” Your breath quickened, and without even thinking about it, you used the flat part of your forearm to push his chest away and kneed him in the groin.  

“You bitch!” he yelped. You took off running back to the direction you thought the cafeteria was in, taking a moment to steady yourself against a wall. You couldn’t seem to catch your breath, and you slumped down against the wall, clutching at your chest. You closed your eyes and did your best to steady your breathing and thankfully succeeded. You wiped the few tears that had fallen from your eyes, and steeled yourself to go back out there. 

You rejoined your group of guards, including Deacon, and the other prisoners. Deacon seemed to notice you were upset but said nothing about it. All he said was, “You’re watching the bathrooms with Jones,” referring to your next assignment during the prisoners’ working hours and your partner for the time being. 

You were relieved to see Sam when you made it to your destination. He was having to scrub the floors with a mop that seemed to be more like ragged threads now than a cleaning tool. 

“How you doing?” Sam asked the older prisoner he was with.

“I’m fifty-four years old, mopping the floor of a crapper with bars on the windows. How you think I'm doing?” the man’s scratchy voice replied.

“Alright. Bad icebreaker. I'm Sam.”

“Randall.”

“Nice to meet y—” Sam cut himself off, seeming to have realized something. “Randall. Hey, weren't you there the night that guard died?” 

That caught your attention. You threw a look to the guard in the other part of the bathroom ensuring he was focused on other prisoners and not Sam and Randall’s conversation.

“Yeah,” the man replied.

“Well, what happened?” Sam pressed.

“They say the stress of the job got him.”

Sam stopped mopping. “Yeah? What do you say?”

Randall didn’t answer. “Why are you inside, kid?”

“ 'Cause I got an idiot for a brother.”

“That'll do it,” Randall replied. “Well, this place ain't so bad. Compared to the old cellblock, this is the damn Hilton.”

“You spent time in the old block?” Sam questioned.

“Oh, yeah, I was a regular customer.”

“Didn't they have Mark Moody over there for a while?” Mark Moody was the man who Sam and Dean suspected of being your ghost killer.

“He was there. Yeah I was there, too, the night that lunatic bought it,” Randall explained.

“Yeah? It was a heart attack, right?”

The older man chuckled. “Sure, his heart stopped right after the guard stopped using his head for batting practice. The next morning, I was in his cell, mopping up the blood. What a mess.” He shook his head.

“Wait. So he– he was beaten and– and nobody reported it?” Sam asked in confusion.

“You kept your mouth shut, unless you wanted to die from the same heart attack, y’know?” Randall chuckled; the gravelly sound almost sending a chill down your spine. 

‘This guy could easily play Hannibal Lector,’ you thought.

“Randall, exactly how much blood was there?”

*** When working time was over, the prisoners had an hour in the yard before dinner and returning to their cells. You watched from the far corner of the fence while he played poker with every man who was dumb enough to try him for cigarettes. You folded your arms across your chest and watched with amusement when Sam came up to him and began bickering with him about something.

Dean then stood and yelled, “Hey, fellas! Who's ready to deal?”

He played several more rounds of poker, and you did your best to pry your eyes away from him so as to not arouse suspicions of any kind. However, that proved to be the least of your worries.

The guard from earlier whose balls you’d kicked in came up beside you and nonchalantly leaned against the gate. “You’re playing hard to get. It’s cute. I like it,” he said.

“Leave me alone, please,” you replied coolly. You were ready to bash his head in.

“Or what?” he challenged, still facing forward. “I think you owe me an apology for earlier. I’ll have a real treat for you tonight when we get off work.”

You jerked your head toward him. “You try anything, and I swear to god I will gut you.”

“Easy there, princess. It’d do you well to get in good with me. I’ll be able to protect you from them.” The guard nodded out to the inmates who would turn their heads every once in a while in your direction.

“Not interested,” you said simply. “Besides, I think I need more protection from you than from them.”

You could feel his gaze burning into the side of your head. “Maybe so. Maybe if you don’t give me what I want, I’ll take it out on your little inmate friend over there.” He nodded toward Dean who was triumphantly fistpumping after winning another hand of poker. 

You looked back at him, worry swimming in your eyes.

“That’s right, I noticed how you keep looking at him. You’re not very subtle, I hope you know. And he’s definitely not,” the guard said. “So, if you wanna keep him alive, you scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. I’ll see you tonight.”

You stared at the ground ahead of you in fear and tried to think your way out of your situation. All that played over in your mind was the sickening feeling of his body against yours in that cinderblock corridor outside of solitary confinement. Bile rose in your throat, and the only thing snapping you out of your trance was the whistle indicating the end of rec time.

You went through the motions of your “job” by escorting the prisoners from the yard into the cafeteria for dinner. Your head was not at all in the moment or in the case, and fear kept your adrenaline moving for the next several minutes. It wasn’t until Dean got in another fight and nearly got himself killed that your adrenaline surged for a different reason.

“If we'd waited any longer, you'd be dead,” Deacon told Dean.

“You waited long enough,” Dean huffed, trying to catch his breath.

Deacon shoved his baton into Dean’s stomach, and you nearly lunged at him for doing so. He grabbed the back of Dean’s head and told him, “Do yourself a favor. Don't. Talk.” The warden looked up at you. “Take them both up to the infirmary.”

You and the guard who’d been harassing you did so. Dean noticed how off you were, but did his best not to convey what he knew. When you got both Tiny and Dean into cells, you had no desire to leave with the guard; afraid of what would happen to you.

You were almost angry at yourself. You were (Y/N) (Y/L/N). You’d fought monsters, ghosts, and demons, and you were losing your mind over a guy that would shit his pants if he knew what you’d seen. However, the fact that he was still a very real threat drowned out those thoughts.

***

The man Dean had fought had apparently died in the infirmary; no doubt by the hands of the thing you were hunting. While Dean was fighting said man, Sam snuck to the room Moody had been murdered in and burnt the rest of the blood away, so you knew it couldn’t be him. All you could do was wait for the boys to talk to the other prisoners to get the name of your true target.

Later that night, you just wanted to make it back to the Impala when you got off your shift. You even waited a while after everyone else on your shift had left to make your way out of the prison. You hoped the guard whose name you didn’t even know wouldn’t make good on his threats. However, your stomach dropped when you saw him leaning against Dean’s car.

You stopped several feet from him.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” he told you.

“How the fuck do you know what car I drive?” you questioned.

“It’s not hard. I mean, you’re the only ‘67 Chevy in the parking lot. Nice ride, by the way,” he said.

“Fuck you.”

In an instant, he was running toward you. You turned and sprinted away, only to be knocked to the ground by the man. He roughly pulled your hair back, yanking your head back against him. “Remember what I fucking told you,” he growled against your ear. “Are you gonna start playing nice?”

***

Everything felt wrong. No matter how many showers you took, you couldn’t scrub the feeling off your skin. Back in your motel room, you laid on your side wrapped in an oversized shirt. You stared at the wall in the dark, completely numb. You hadn’t even been able to cry since it happened.

You couldn’t think. You couldn’t move. For hours, you laid there. You wouldn’t allow sleep to hold you close enough to darken the world around you. 

One thing you kept thinking was ‘I’ll never be the same again.’ The words played on a loop over and over in your mind. They danced around in your head for hours, taunting you. 

You wanted to climb out of your skin. Start the day over. You wished you’d fought back. Wished someone had been sound to stop him. The scrapes on your left wrist and arm were undoubtedly going to bruise in the morning, and your uniform wouldn’t exactly hide them. You knew Dean and Sam would ask questions, and the former would rip the guy’s head off. You didn’t even know that guard’s name. Everything just felt so wrong. 

But you wouldn’t let this stop you from doing your job. You wouldn’t let those boys brave that place alone with no word from you. And so, despite everything in your body telling you not to, you went back to the prison the next day.

***

You could tell Deacon knew something was wrong, but he didn’t press you further. The other prison guards didn’t seem to notice a difference in you; except, of course, the guard’s posse. They would snicker at you every time you walked past, and you could only imagine what your abuser had said about you. 

Thankfully, you only had to endure this last day of awfulness. Deacon was going to “fire” you right after rec time was over to give you enough time to get the Impala pulled around the back of the jail for the brothers to escape through. Your job was to wait for Sam to come over to you and give you the name of the person you were after and find what cemetery they were at. Then, you were going to get the boys the hell out of dodge. 

You watched the boys in the rec yard talking to Randall, the man Sam had gotten information from while they were cleaning the bathrooms. Then, the younger brother came over to you. 

“Hey,” he said, looking around to see if anyone was paying much attention to him.

“Hi,” you replied.

“Whoa, what happened to your arm?” Sam asked in concern, noticing your very obvious scrapes. 

“Oh, it’s nothing, I—”

“This guy bothering you?” That awful, familiar voice said from behind you. 

Without turning around to face your abuser, you replied, “No. Please, go away.”

Sam glared at the man behind you when he noticed how upset the guard’s mere presence made you. You could tell he knew the guard had done something to you; he was a smart boy. 

“Glockner,” was all Sam said to you before turning away. 

“Surprised you’re able to still walk—”

You immediately turned around to him and punched him square across his jaw. 

“Bitch!” he yelled.

“Fuck you!” you yelled. 

‘Deacon’s firing me anyway,’ you thought. ‘Might as well give him a legitimate reason to.’

You got down on top of the guard and started punching hard. His face was bloodied and bruised, the man barely hanging on to consciousness before you were pulled away, kicking and screaming by two other guards. They dragged you over to Deacon, who promptly made a scene of firing you. He escorted you out to the parking lot where he said the cops would be waiting for you to bring you in for questioning. 

Once the two of you were far enough away, he roughly spun you around to face him. “What the hell was that?!” he questioned. “You know they’re gonna be out for blood now!”

“I know that, Deacon! Maybe if your guards weren’t fucking scumbags, though, I wouldn’t have had to do that!” you yelled back.

“What?” his voice quieted considerably. 

“Nothing,” you said. “Just tell my boys I’ll be back for ‘em tonight.” You turned on your heel and walked away. 

“Hey, kid,” Deacon called after you.

You turned around. 

“Thank you. And… I’m sorry. For whatever happened.”

You nodded and turned back around again.

*** You discovered that “Glockner” was the name of a nurse in the seventies who’d been caught in the crossfire of the inmate uprising that occurred following Moody’s death. She’d been buried at Green Valley Cemetery following the severe cerebral edema the inmates gave her. 

You returned to the detention center under the cover of night and pulled the car around the back of the prison away from the parking lot where the guards were beginning to change shifts. You waited anxiously dressed in civilian clothes again for the boys to come out of the HVAC unit Deacon told you would be attached to the room he would be bringing the boys into following their staged fight. 

“Oh, man, are you a sight for sore eyes,” a familiar voice rumbled. 

Dean and Sam leapt over the fence separating you from them, and you couldn’t help but collapse into Dean’s arms. “Whoa, sweetheart, what’s—”

“No time, guys,” Sam reminded you. “You can reunite later. We gotta go.”

As if on cue, an alarm began to sound through the prison. Immediately, you nodded and broke away from Dean. You headed to the driver’s seat so Sam and Dean could change while you drove. Quickly, you headed to the cemetery Nurse Glockner was buried in. 

***

The brothers caught you up on everything that had been happening to them since you hadn’t been able to talk much over the last week.

“What?!” you exclaimed, following them through the cemetery. “Henriksen’s here?!”

“Yeah, which is exactly why I wanted to get the hell out,” Sam told you. “They were gonna extradite us back to St. Louis or Baltimore or something. Whatever was gonna happen to us, it wasn’t gonna be pretty.

“Jesus,” you responded. “And no doubt, they’re gonna be looking for me soon, too. I beat the fuck out of a guy who knows I drive a ‘67 Impala.”

“What?!” both boys questioned upon reaching the grave of Nurse Glockner.

You nodded solemnly. “Yeah,” you said. 

“I’m gonna need a bit more of a response than ‘yeah,’ sweetheart,” Dean grunted as he began digging.

“Later. Let’s just get this over with, okay?” you said, helping the boys dig faster. 

You could feel both brothers staring at you in concern, but you couldn’t look up at them. 

***

When Glockner had finally been salted and burned, you and the Winchesters returned to the Impala and quickly drove away. 

“You know, I almost wish I could see Henriksen's face,” Dean joked as the Impala’s engine purred.

“Really? 'Cause I'd be happy if I never saw him again,” Sam replied tightly. “I mean, we're not really out of the woods yet, Dean, you know? You thought we were screwed before?”

“Yeah, I know. We got to go deep this time,” Dean responded.

“ ‘Deep,’ Dean? We should go to Yemen,” Sam quipped.

“Ooh, I'm— I'm not sure I'm ready to go that deep.”

You were silent the entirety of the drive over state lines and to a motel in the middle of wooded nowhere. You were silent through the check-in process, and silent when Dean crawled into your bed behind you later that night. He began to kiss down your neck, and you wanted to enjoy the feeling so badly.

“Dean.” Your voice broke as you whispered his name.

Immediately, Dean took his face away from your neck. “What?” he asked, hearing how upset you were. “What is it?” 

“I, um—” you started, unable to turn to face him. “I can’t.”

“Why?” he asked softly.

“The guard—” you said. “—from the rec yard. He, um.”

Dean lightly turned you to face him. “(Y/N), what’d he do?” His voice had darkened considerably at the thought of someone hurting you. 

“He, uh—” your breath shuddered, and you were unable to meet his gaze. “He raped me.”

You swear all of the oxygen looked like it’d been punched out of Dean, his face hardening in the darkness. “Oh, I’ll kill him—”

“Dean, don’t, okay? It’s not gonna—” you protested, reaching up to grab his face to make him look at you. “It’s not gonna change anything.”

“I know, but—”

“Dean, I thought beating him to a bloody pulp was gonna make me feel better. It didn’t. I just feel more disgusting. Like, why didn’t I do that when it was all happening?” You began to cry. “I just— I’m trying to forget it ever happened. And I know I won’t. And it’s awful. And I just— I need time,” you explained.

Silence settled over the two of you for a moment.

“Do you want me to leave?” Dean asked softly.

“I— I don’t know. I just—” You took a deep breath. “I don’t really know how I feel about touching right now. Can you just lay with me?”

He nodded and climbed into bed beside you, the two of you staring up at the ceiling. Wordlessly, you slipped your hand under the covers and reached for his hand, lacing his fingers with yours and squeezing tightly. 

Your world was turning completely upside down. Your mind wouldn’t slow down, and you didn’t sleep much at all that night. However, you knew that whatever happened to you, Dean was there to keep you grounded. 

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[simplynims]

The BitterSweet polycule at last!!

It took me a bit to draw them all out but I'm happy how they turned out!

If you want to hear me yap a bit about my version of SugarBoo, feel free to read more below!

Trigger warnings before reading:

- Mentions of family members deaths

- Implied emotional abuse

- Physical abuse of a minor (e.g forced cutting hair)

- Harrassment

- Mentions of being homeless

My version of SugarBoo is named Devlin but everyone just calls him Dev for short. He's a transman that uses he/they pronouns!

He was born in California before moving out to Texas with his mom and dad, however when Dev was around 4 or 5 his dad passed away due to complications with his heart. Dev was very much a daddys boy when his dad was still alive however since his dads passing him and his mother grew closer up until she remarried when Dev was around 10.

His step dad and Dev had a really rocky relationship from the get go due to the fact Dev looks a lot like his bio father so he made him cut his hair short constantly while growing up. This is because Devs bio dad had really long hair and the resemblance between him and Dev were near identical.

Dev and his mother were very close however when it came to his step dad she didn't have the guts to really stand up to him. Dev loves his mother dearly, they used to tell each other everything and Dev genuinely believed his mom would have his back throughout anything but it came crumbling down whenever his step dad was involved.

What strained and nearly broke the relationship between him and his mom was when Dev turned 18 and got thrown out of his home. After years of his mother reassuring him and promising that he'd be able to stay there while going to college, it was all thrown out the window in an instant as soon as he turned 18. Dev felt betrayed by the one person he thought had his back because his mom did nothing to stop his step dad from throwing him out.

Dev was basically living in his dingy car his mom bought for him when he was 16 for almost a year before he was able to get back on his feet again. It was around 5 years later did he recieve any messages or news from his mom and it was from the hospital stating that his step dad and mom were both in a car crash. His step dad didn't make it but his mom was still clinging on so they called whoever she put down as her emergency contacts. And the only person she put down was Devlins number.

Despite how much Dev wanted to decline, he broke and ended up going back to see his mom again in the hospital. She was still alive but the doctors confirmed she wouldn't be able to live on without a proper care taker so Dev ended up taking that role.

Dev really wanted to hate his mom, he hated how she betrayed him like that all those years ago and a part of him still won't let it go. But, seeing the shit his mom went through and believing he was going to lose his mom permanently, it shook him to his core. After everything that happened, Dev still loved his mom and still wanted her in his life. The two ended up talking a lot when she was finally discharged, a lot of things came out and a lot of tears were shed. In the end, Dev ended up forgiving his mom however he made it clear that although he forgives her he won't ever forget what she did to him. It's something he needs to work out in therapy.

Dev took care of his mom for almost 2 years and within those two years he and his mom had been harassed constantly by his step dads family. His step dad was a very rich man and his family were harassing them for his money, assest, etc. The will was vauge and the court proceedings were long, even after it was settled that Dev and his mom would get majority of his assets and money they still kept hounding them for more.

Dev really tried to not let it effect his moms health, he was taking on a lot of responsibilities and fighting off his step dads family just added more to his plate. They made his and his moms life hell for nearly two years up until his mom passed away. Dev made a promise to his mom that he would live life well and wouldn't depend on anyone for anything and that started with Dev selling everything he could that didn't have emotional value after her funeral and dropping off the face of the earth to anyone who knew him in that god awful town.

He needed a fresh start, somewhere far away where his step dads family could never find him, somewhere he could build a life in peace and that landed him in the town where he met two men that would change his life for the better.

This is all I have for now but Dev is definitely my more well written out listeners and I adore him so!!

[doobledabbadoo]

Please block and report antinormalbrigade (aka sassymass14) for making an entire blog dedicated to harassing percyfan94 as well as many of his associates.

TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTIONS OF DOXXING, HARRASSMENT, & SUICIDE

If any of these trigger you in any capacity, then don’t read if you aren’t ready. If you wish to read this post anyways, do so with caution. These topics are very serious and must be handled sensitively.

DISCLAIMER: Do not, under any circumstances, harass anyone involved in the situation. The last thing anyone needs here is a hostile environment where everyone's harassing each other. This post is meant to bring awareness and caution, not to target and harasss anyone involved.

As many of you are aware, antinormalbrigade or sassymass14 is contacting various fans of the Mr. Men franchise asking for information on percyfan94. It doesn’t take long to figure out that this blog is full of slander, hate, and malicious intent towards Percy.

How Did This All Happen?

A while ago in my own discord, a lot of my friends and I were gossiping and discussing about certain users from the Mr. Men fandom we had less than pleasant experiences with, Percy included.

I’d rather not get into specifics, but basically I blocked Percy back in 2021 based on what I heard about him because I didn’t feel comfortable interacting with him. Admittedly I discussed my distain for him (and several other members of the fandom) to my friends who felt the same way.

While I have my opinions on him and other users, I never genuinely wanted them to be harassed. Sure, I've spoken ill of Percy in the past, mainly due to personal reasons, but this is the last thing I want out of a situation that occured 4 years ago.

Enter Sassymass14. While we’re discussing all of this, he had a habit of suggesting some very… extreme responses towards these guys. This included doxxing and harassing Percy until he commits suicide, which is exactly his entire plan.

This was some of the earliest evidence I can find of Sassy suggesting the idea of a harassment campaign towards Percy.

About a month later, he messaged one of my friends through Discord, stating his intentions on the blog and what his goals were for it. He described himself as "the hero" and "the one who got rid of the worst mr men fans on earth".

A majority of us didn't want any of this, of course. So many of us told him that this wasn't the way to go, but all of our concerns and worries fell into deaf ears.

The Harassment Begins (And Expands)

It started by Sassy messaging several fans of the Mr. Men franchise, myself included, about Percy. Sometimes he sugarcoated it as being a fan that wanted to give something to him, other times he pressed them to give away his address in one way or another. There was one instance where he tried to impersonate one of Percy’s friends to get his information.

He's reblogged several old messages and callout posts from mrmenbusters talking about Percy, and the post I made telling people to drop the situation between him and I entirely. He's even contacted me saying that he claims to "protect me" from... Some guy I blocked almost four years ago and haven't contacted since. Sassy has also extended his harassment campaign towards several other of Percy's associates, including his own brother. He's called them the r-slur on more than one occasion. It doesn't matter that he censored it, he still made the conscious decision to use it towards these individuals.

Why Am I Making This Post?

Not only did I decide to make this post to spread awareness to those outside of the fandom, but also this guy has been using me as an excuse to justify his actions.

I've expressed my distain towards Percy many times throughout the years with various close friends of mine. He's used many screenshots from my Discord as "evidence" that Percy needs to die, even though he didn't provide any context on them.

It's clear that I don't like Percy. I've expressed my distain towards him towards many of my close friends, and now that it's brought into light by Sassy for the sake of his so-called crucade, I feel I should say this:

I never wanted this. I never wanted Percy and the people in his life to be harassed by Sassy. No matter how much I said about Percy, no matter how much I poked fun at his designs, work, etc. with friends, this was the last thing I ever wanted to happen to him.

What should I do in this situation?

Follow the disclaimer and don't harass anyone involved in the situation. The last thing we need right now is a hostile and unsafe environment where everyone is threatening each other with doxxing and death.

Simply block both accounts, report antinormalbrigade for harassment, and spread the word to your friends. If he says anything about you at all, just ignore it, it's not worth your time. If he won't listen to the people he claims to protect, then he won't listen to anyone at all.

[theask-poppyau]

Ask-poppy (prologue)

welcome to ask poppy! An au where poppy is stuck in the antivoid. It sure sucks, but hey, atleast you can ask her questions!

⚠️RULES⚠️

No nswf

You can use ocs if you like :3

Dont try to kill poppy

NO harrassment

NO homophobia, racism, ableism ecc.

You can give her items :3

You can bring other characters, but only temporarily

Magical anons are allowed as long as they arent too OP :D

❗️WARNING❗️

I may post some sensitive topics. Ill always put a trigger warning. Watch at your own risk.

I hope you'll enjoy this au as much as i do! <3

(ill try my Best to answer to asks fast, altough im an inconsistent poster)

[meandtheyeehaws]

Hey! I just want to send a heads up before you might get some backlash for your Hazbin/HB art

Recently, there was a very triggering SA scene leaked from the new show (Hazbin Hotel). It was only a clip but it left some victims who came out about mention it did trigger them. Vivziepop hasn’t said anything about it, rather pushing the matter away. Which ain’t good I only saw this info today- but I wanted to give you a heads up incase something happens! your art is pretty awesome, and you seem to be a great person- so I wanted to inform you about it incase something is said.

<3

i did see this cuz im also active on twt as well. its kind of a terrible situation because people are mad about there not being any trigger warnings for the scene when its a clip leaked from an episode that isnt even supposed to be out yet? many people are fighting about how SA should be portrayed in media and since i cannot really speak on it, not being a victim myself, i have seen some of my friends who are, get threatened and harrassed over expressing that angel dusts entire story and how it is shown makes them feel incredibly validated and represented. it is really terrible how quickly people on twitter resort to to incredibly nasty insults and threats over such complex topics, tbh i havent rlly seen anything like it in any other fandom before. :( i know its even worse rn cuz hazbin is right around the corner but still.. i hope i can bring some positivity and joy to people in any case.

[ancha-aus]

Ghost & Medium AU Drabble - The Necromancing Medium

Remember how I said I had an idea? That was angst and heartbreaking? This is the idea :D Again, still not sure if they will become a whole series thing.

The drabble is both a thank you for everyone being nice and drawing stuff and writing stuff! And also because I had an idea and as all of you know. I don't have self control :D

This one again includes a lot of my own headcanons for this idea/AU and even Dust. The most obvious one that I should probably mention? That Ash is the older brother and Dust is the younger brother.

Anyway. How Dust got so into necromancy and medium stuff and the tragedy that was his and his older brother's life.

WARNINGS: Child death. Survivor's guilt. implied child abuse. Child Neglect. Mention and implied child harrassment and molestation. attempt at child grooming (the bad BAD kind). technically attempted suicide. nothing is graphic or overexplained but it is implied and slightly mentioned.

I am serious. This one is angst and trauma filled and I am trying to not make it too triggering for anyone but please be careful, mind the warnings and if you aren't 18+ don't read.

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Dust rubs his hands down his pants and checks the circle he made.

This has to work.

It just has too.

If this doens't work then... then...

Dust quickly grabs the book near him and squints his sockets at the writen words. It is old and written in another language but Dust has figured out most of it.

He is very lucky the library is open for eveyrone or else he would not have had a place to reasearch... or sleep... or wash up...

It doesn't matter. This ritual should fix everything.

Ash appears near him and glares at the drawn circle "Oh for crying out loud. Not another one of these."

Dust hugs the book closely "This one will be different..." It has to be.

Ash sighs as he floats near Dust "look... I appreciate it.. but i don't want to feel like i am being thorn apart again okay? It is about to rain soon anyway...." he looks up.

Dust nods "It has to rain..."

After all... it had rained the day Ash was murdered. It is part of the ritual to help the soul return.

Ash sighs and shakes his floating skull. He is clearly disappointed.

Dust frowns and tries to focus on the circle he is making. It has to be perfect. How else will he get Ash back?

He still remembers it so clearly.

Dust waits in his room for Ash to return from his after school activities. He is the star gymnastic at school and has a scholarship lined up for him for when he goes to college and to continue training.

Dust knows that it is just a matter of time before Ash is requested for the olympics. Ash is just that amazing! Even at fifteen Ash is many times better than most!

Dust himself doesn't have any after school activities. He normally just watches Ash and walks home with Ash afterwards. Dust gets why of course. He has no talents whatsoever. His parents have told him that many times.

At least Ash likes having him around and giving him ideas for tricks!

Dust looks at the clock and frowns. It is well past dinner time... their parents having gone out for food themselves.

He... he had hoped that when Ash got back Ash and him could make something together. ash had been teaching him how to cook. Said that it was an important skill for him to learn even if he was only ten.

More time passes. No one comes home.

It is half past eleven when the front door opens and Dust peaks out only to quickly disappear into his room again. His parents are home. Why isn't Ash home yet? Did he have another meetup? extra training? Did he go out wiht friends?

He goes to sleep uneasy and hungry.

His guts twist together and his dreams quickly form. Visions of lives never his own. of the restless spirits who try to speak to him and pull him along. Take his body and his energy.

Ash is the only one who believes him. When Dust told him that Dust hadn't thrown over the glass vase but a ghost had done it. When something went missing Dust swore he hadn't touched it. No one ever believed him. Except Ash.

The Dreams change and suddenly Ash stands before him. Looking angry.

Dust doesn't get it... Why is Ash angry? Ash is never angry with him.

Dust reaches for him "Ash?"

Ash pulls away from him. He looks furious "find me."

Dust blinks but takes a step away from his brother "what?"

Ash groans and waves out his arms "Find me! Use your stupid powers and find me!"

Dust doesn't understand. Why would he need to find him? "But.. you were at practise?"

Ash groans "Fuck you are just so stupid sometimes!"

That hurts and Dsut hugs himself "I... I will search?"

Ash goes to say something else but then he is gone.

Then Dust wakes up. it is still early but he grabs his few school things and escapes the house before his parents wake up. He rushes to school and looks around. Searching.

He isn't sure what he is searching for. But if Ash tells him he needs to find him he can. He will figure out why Ash would appear in his dreams like other spirits but that is for later. He needs to find his brother. Maybe he got locked in somewhere? Or maybe he got hurt and can't move?!

Dust rushes towards the gym

He quickly gets inside but every light is still off. Everything is cleaned up and empty. Then again it is only 6 and the morning workouts don't start until half past 6.

Still. Dust rushes towards the locker rooms and searching both sides. Finding nothing there he searches the toilets next before returning to the empty gym.

"Dust! what are you doing here?"

Dust jumps and turns quickly. It is the coach. Dust can never remember his name and honestly he never wants to. Dust... doesnt like being near the other. Something about him is off. Maybe it is because the spirits seem to glare at the coach whenever they pass. Maybe it is because Dust thinks the man stares too long when his brother practised.

Dust told Ash once. How he doesn't like Coach and how the spirits dislike him too. Ash had just smiled and said that Coach was actually always very nice and took them all serious and treated them as adults.

Dust shrugs at the teacher as the other waits for a reply. He mutters a weak excuse "wanted to see brother practise..." he rubs his arm.

Every spirit is screaming at him. He doesn't understand what they say. he thinks spirits need to be strong for him to be able to hear or see them but he can feel them still. The spirits are tugging at him. To go. to leave. to go with them? Dust doesn't know what they want.

Coach nods "I see! I am sorry to disappoint. I haven't seen your brother yet. Not since yesterday morning practise!"

Dust frowns "Ash doesn't skip." Ash never skips. He has more determination than anyone.

Coach nods "I agree. I was going to see if Ash joins us for practise today. If he didn't i was planning on calling your parents. Do you wish to wait with me?"

Dust shakes his skull "No that is okay... I am going to keep searching..." and he rushes out of the door before Coach can answer.

Dust can't believe he was that stupid. two years and he still feels like kicking himself in the skull for not seeing it sooner. To not realise it sooner. Maybe if he had noticed the obvious clues...

Ash wouldn't... He wouldn't have...

It doesn't matter.

Dust lays down another line and checks the ritual in the book. That all looks right and the same. He nods and reaches for his necklace.

Ash looks alarmed "Hey! What are you doing? Stop that my dust is in there!"

Dust freezes and mutters "I don't need all of it... just a tiny bit for the ritual..."

Ash looks deeply unhappy as he mutters "But it makes sure i am anchored to you still... at least until you can do the whole haunting bond thing."

Dust shrugs "if this works you won't need to anchor to your dust or me anymore." this will fix eveyrthing. He will make it right.

Ash looks unsure but floats near him as he gets things ready.

The news of Ash's disappearance shook the school. Dust swore he searched everywhere! He tried to get answers from Ash in his dreams but all the dream Ash told him was to 'search' and to 'actually think for once.'.

His parents were inconsolable. Neither were the teaches adn other students. Ash was loved. Ash was wanted. Ash had a bright future ahead of him.

Dust... Dust was lucky that Ash liked him...

Though... dream Ash didn't like him at all it seemed... dream Ash was just angry at him.

Dust knew what they whispered of course. It wasn't as if anyone tried to hide it. People spoke about how it was a shame that Ash had disappeared. How it was a shame it hadn't been Dust instead.

Dust tried not to let it bother him. He was always the weird kid. He had always been the weird kid. He spoke to people not there. strange things happened around him. Dust seemed to lie about thingsthat he obviously did because no one else was near to could ahve caused it.

He hadn't cared much before even if it hurt to not be believed becuase at least Ash had believed him.

His parents hadn't been for whispers however. They just looked at him and sneered that it should ahve been him who disappeared. not their dear golden boy who had such a bright future and would have made them proud. instead they were stuck with him, the disappointing freak.

Dust hadnt gone home since Ash didn't return home.

others whispered that Ash ran away.

But Dust knew that wasn't the case! It couldn't be! Ash... Ash wouldn't just leave! Not without him!

When their parents argued and on nights after they yelled at him. Ash would hold him close. promise that once he was old enough the two of them would just disappear. that Dust just had to be patient. Once Ash went to college he would take Dust wiht him and they would never have to see their parents ever again.

Ash... ash wouldn't break that promise. Ash was honest! Ash kept his promises! always!

Dust sobs as he hides beneath the seats. Hiding.

"Dust? Waht are you doing here?"

Dust blinks through the tears and looks up. He sobs as he pushes himself upright. Ash. Ash. IT IS ASH! He jumps to hug him only to go right through him and land in the mud leftover from the rain.

He turns and realises... he had been so focussed on his face that... that is only a floating skull and hands... but... but that can't be...

Ash flickers in and out of view. He moves his mouth clearly speaking but Dust can't hear anymore.

No... no no no no. He needs to tell people. Something terrible happened to Ash!

Dust finishes the last view lines and reads the information given in the book.

Ash frowns as he flies over and around it "It looks complex... Waht ritual is this even?"

Dust rechecks the text "A Life force transfer."

Ash blinks and turns sharply "what?"

Dust nods as he checks the different tinier circles to signify where eveyrone has to stand "I think... the reason why the other spells failed was because you don't have enough life force. which i think is just soul energy. You died and are just your left over soul energy now. that affects how you look and everything. It is why we need to anchor you with your dust." he taps his pendant. "Which is why we even use this."

Ash frowns and looks at the ritual considerate "So what... you think we just need to boost my life force and i may be able to be resurrected?"

Dust nods "That is the plan."

Ash frowns "I don't know about this Dust... stealing someone else's life?"

Dust shrugs "It is fine. The one who gives it needs to be willing."

Ash snrots and shakes his skull "Who would be an idiot big enough to give their life force awya freely?"

Dust shrugs "don't worry... i got that part of the ritual covered. Mind going over there? I need to check if the runes to transfer the energy to you would work."

No one believed him.

Everyone just looked at him with pity when he told them he saw his brother's spirit.

that his brother had been murdered or got into an accident.

He wouldn't have left him otherwise!

No one believed him. No one.

The funeral was terrible. He hated every second of it as they jsut spoke some words. They didn't even have his brother's dust to spread on his favourite things.

his parents wanted to do a burial. Even though Dust knew Ash hated the idea of being underground. All that meant was that most things important to Ash were being burried.

forever out of reach. Now he can't even get comfort out of those things.

Dust goes home wiht his parents but neither look at him beyond this dirty look. Dust doesn't care. He has a mission.

His brother's spirit is weak. very weak. He can do some rituals to strengthen it maybe. normally offerings and stuff like that works to get spirits to be stronger, at least for a little while.

If Dust wants to find his brother he needs to do that.

He grabs what he needs and goes back to the school. It is where Ash spend most of his time and most liekly has the strongest imprint of him. Not to forget dust saw him on the sport field. He gets there and makes the offering.

A flicker. Dust smiles but Ash just looks panicked. Telling him to go. let him go as well.

Dust shakes his head. he can't let go of Ash.

Ash is still too weak to say a lot but a tiny bit gets through "... stay away... coach..."

oh. it is so obvious! Of course the creepy coach had something to do with it! Dust stands up and looks at the gym. So that is where the answers lie. Ash looks more panicked but Dust just smiles at him "It is okay Ash... I swear i will fix this!"

He will find out what happened. make sure Coach got what he deserved for hurting his brother and then... then... Ash can move on... Ash will be able to rest...

Ash will leave him...

No. don't think like that. Ash deserves to move on. Ash deserves to find peace! even if it means Dust will lose him forever. He won't force Ash to become a wandering restless spirit.

Ash is shaking his skull at him and trying to keep him from going towards the gym. That is fair. it ist still night. He will need a better timing for this. luckily it is the weekend soon and he will be able to get to work.

Dust nods and smiles "ther. everything is in place."

Ash frowns as he floats above it "so let me be clear." he points to one spot "this is the spot of the life force giver." he floats to another spot "This is the spot of the life force gainer, me?" Dust nods and Ash floats to the small circle wiht the tiny bit of dust "why is the dust needed?"

Dust looks to the side "To make your body... I had to combine the ritual to give you life force and to give you a body... otherwise you would just get m- the giver's body and i doubted you like that."

Ash blinks and snorts "I thought you tod me that performing two rituals at once is too dangerous for mixups or to drain you." he grins at him "You can be so forgetful sometimes."

Dumb and stupid and useless-

Dust shrugs "It is better if it is done at once..." he mutters softer "only get one chance at this..."

Ash frowns at him and flaots over "hey... i know i made a big deal of the whole... it hurting thing before... but if you mess up and mix up words we can try again." he grins "I am already dead anyway. can't get much deader!"

Dust shrugs "maybe..." No. there is only one chance at this. It has to be perfect.

He gets one chance at this.

Dust stands before the office of the coach and takes a deep breath. trying to ignore the panicked flickering vision of his brother.

He was such an idiot. his brother had tried to warn him before in his dreams. yet Dust hadn't seen the signs. if he had done this that day... Ash may still be alive.

It is oaky though. Dust can do this.

He knocks on the door.

everything in the air is screaming at him. spirits of his past victims maybe? All trying to warn him to run and hide. Dust will not let his brother become just another wandering spirit. stuck to this disgusting excuse of a person.

The door opens and the coach gives a wide smile "Dust! I am so happy to see you. How are you doing? The news of your brother must have devastated you."

Dust nods and mutters "I miss him.. a lot.. but he liked gymnastics... i was wondering... could i get some training?"

The man blinks before his smile grows and he looks very excited "of course! It is an amazing thing to want to connect with your brother that way. such a grown up thing to do to!" he steps aside.

Dust is about to take a step when ash appears in the doorway. his arms crossed and him shaking his skull.

Dust takes a deep breath and walks into the office.

Coach and him... talk... it is mostly about ash. How ash was so far ahead of everyone. the hardest worker and how he was admired by everyone around him. How he enchanted people.

Dust agrees of course. his brother is the best. Which is why he is here.

Coach mentions that it may be hard for Dust to do what Ash did. As ash was older and had been training from a young age. But that he was willing to give Dust private lessons and tutoring to get him ona level where he can safely join the others in class. That the Coach would be happy to guide him and teach him anything he could want.

Dust mutters it sounds interesting and that he just wants to be closer to Ash. at least feel closer to him again.

The coach smiles and petted his shoulder as he stood behind him, it raised every instinct in Dust to run but he stayed put. The coach muttered about how that was a very grown up and honourable thing to do. Asking him again how old he was.

Dust answered truthfully that he is ten and the coach hummed "You act much older." he smirks.

Dust mentions that he should go to class but the coach just pats his shoulder. saying that he will have a word with his teachers and see if Dust can skip a few days of class to get some training and practise in. get those private classes started right away.

Dust eaisly agreed and nodded when the coach told him to stay put before he rushed out.

Dust immediantly got off his chair and started to search through the office. It didn't take long until he found a locked drawer. another weak spirit. one of a young human girl appeared before him. and held up numbers wiht her fingers. 4. 5. 3. 9.

Dust entered the numbers and the lock springs open. He looks inside and finds a file and a camera. He takes out his own old phone, a gift from Ash for emergencies. and takes a picture of what he found.

then he looks through the file and... oh... oh god.

Dust shakes as he feels vomit crawl up his throat. No. focus. he aims his camera and snaps a picture. Of every picture in there. of every child in tears and bond as the coach... touches... them...

He is shaking by the end before he reaches for the camera. searching and snapping pictures.

Find him. find him. find him. he has to-

found him.

Dust manages to take a picture before refering to his very first picture. he places everything back in the same place nad relocks the lock. and then he waits.

The coach returns with his homeroom teacher who gently reminds him that he can't just skip classes to learn gymnastic. but that he could look into getting him into it as a past school activity.

Dust nods nad mutters that he understands. trying to remain calm and hoping everything about him just screams disappointed over sick to the stomach.

He walks out of the office phycially fine.

But this isn't the end. He has one more thing to do.

Ash yawns as he looks up at the sky "Rain is still coming."

Dust hums "need rain. It was raining when you left your body. Need stuff to be alike."

Ash hums as he floats near the book wiht a frown "Hey Dust."

Dust nods "yeah?"

Ash speaks "I am not fluent in this language... what does this whole paragraph about pain passing?"

Dust feels his hand shake but forces it still "oh... it is part of the life force ritual... the giver... gives the life force... but to make it work to strengthen the one who gets it... well. the trauma of the one receiving it needs to go... so when the life force gets given the one who gives also takes the pain of the other... so waht they felt when they died. i think." Dust isn't looking forwards to that part. but maybe it is for the better.

After all.

It would ahve been better if Dust had died instead of Ash.

He is just righting a wrong.

He doesn't take this information to the teachers. or his parents. or the principle.

Dust walks 10 miles towards the police station. He goes right to the man at the reception and laid down his phone "Got the proof you needed that my brother was murdered."

It would be an udnerstatement to say that brought chaos.

The policeman behind the counter had at first looked amused but then he grabbed his phone adn started to scroll through the pictures. Each one making the other look more horrified.

Dust was rushed into a room with a very nice lady who asked him if he had any allergies or any health issues. Dust shook his skull.

another policeman returned with his phone and thanked him for his brave actions and that he was asking a lot of him that he would need to continue to be brave.

Dust didn't see it as being brave but answered the questions. Why he searched. He was honest. They looked sceptical when he mentioned ghosts.

Dust was ready to start crying. after everything. everything he did. would they not believe him? He was being honest. he doesn't know what else to do and-

And something had appeared on the white board. a pen floating and slowly writing the words "My brother is right. I am here. please... please listen..."

if there was chaos before it was nothing compared to this. the people working there got to work in a frenzy. They send people to the school to investigate. they called in professionals from the bigger cities and priests as well.

They asked him so many questions. if the coach had hurt him. if he had seen anything else. noticed anything.

Dust told them what he knew and noticed before just having to wait.

An high priest of some church came by. someone who could speak wiht spirits. the priest took one look around the room and spoke about how there are many spirits nearby. the priest than looked at Dust and nodded. saying it is nice to meet a new medium. something about him having talent for it and being a strong medium.

Dust didn't feel strong. he said as much. if he had been strong he would have known ages ago that something was seriously wrong with the coach.

The priest tells him he did amazing. more than amazing. but that this burden shouldn't have been his. that others should have notified people specialised in things in this nature as soon as Dust showed promise.

In the end it was anticlimatic. the coach was thrown in prison but he wouldn't admit where he hid Ash's body.

In the end Ash showed Dust where he ahd been burried. right under the playing field. and there were more hallow graves under there.

Dust hadn't been able to stop himself. as soon as the thing holding his brother's remains had opened he had thrown himself in. Only dust. of course there was only dust and left over clothes left.

scratching marks on the coffin. Ash had tried to get out...

Dust finally cries.

Dust nods and steps back "all ready. Ash? can you go to your spot?"

Ash floats over lazily "finally. I am honestly getting impatient. I think you actually got this one Dust." Ash looks excited "It would be awesome to be alive again."

Dust smiles as he slowly inches towards his spot "You could pick up gymnastics again?"

Ash groans "maybe. Coach kinda ruined that experience though... but college is still fun. What do you think? Think i can still be a cook?" he grins "You can also go back to highschool then. actually finish your own schooling."

Dust smiles as he gets near the offering circle "of course you could."

Ash nods as he looks around "so... who did you manage to convince to give over the life force and stuff? Someone already sick? someone very old?" Ash grins at him.

Dust is hoenstly trying to smile for his brother. but he is so scared. his whole arm is shaking.

Ash frowns "Dust?"

Dust takes a deep breath and steps in his circle.

Ash's sockets widen "what are you doing?! Get the fuck out of there!" he goes to fly over but the circle keeps him in his spot. a safety meassurement. It had been to make sure ash didn't accidentally leave his circle.

Dust slowly raises his hands as he tries to keep his panicking soul calm "it is okay... should be quick."

Ash shakes and looks furious "NO! YOu get out of that circle right now or so help me! I don't agree with this! I don't! This is not willing! I don't want this!"

the ritual circle that had all been glowing a soft green turns red and Dust can feel the affect that had been slowly starting to take place stop. Dust stares down adn glares at Ash "what are you doing? I am fixing things!"

Ash shakes his skull "this isn't fixing shit! You would be dead!"

Dust glares "So?! Everyone would be hapyp with it!"

silence around them.

Ash reaches for him "Dusty..."

Dust shakes as he tries to calm his shaking. stop being dramatic. you are twelve now. get over it. Ash can come back now. as seventeen and still pick up his life again.

Don't ruin this.

Dust rubs the tear away as he mutters "Just let me fix this..."

Ash shakes his skull "I don't want this..."

Dust glares "since when not!? You are always telling me how much you miss being alive. How much you wished you could ahve just amde a run for it when you were alive! How you would eat better food! Visit cooler places! Actually go to college and make something of your life!" Dust shakes "I know this is wasted on me... This chance... jsut take it!" he is shaking and crying "Just let me fix this... let me do soemthing that makes you love me again..."

The shaking gets to back and Dust just grumbles to the ground. He is so tired. everything is hard and no one likes him. No one trusts him. His parents left him as soon as Dust had to stay at the police station. Is it so bad? so bad that he just wnats his brother to love him again? if only for a few moments? and then just sleep forever?

the glow disappears as his concentration breaks and Dust tries to pull hismelf together. Rub his tears from his sockets as he tries to mutter the start of the spell again.

He feels Ash close and he flinches "sorry... i can do it and..."

"don't... please don't..." Ash looks heartbroken as he floats near him "damnit i wish i coudl hug you..."

Dust sobs and nods "me too..." his last hug was the mornign before Ash went to that last faithful practise.

Ash speaks softly "you don't ahve to fix anything..."

Dust shakes his skull "but if i hadn't been so dumb i would have known it were other victims. i could have warned you!"

Ash just shakes his skull "Not your fault."

Dust sobs "If... if i had searched faster i could ahve found you sooner."

ash shakes his skull again.

Dust looks downa dn mutters "i messed something up... and now you can't move on... I keep you stuck here because i don't want to be alone..."

Ash snorts and shakes his skull "Dust... you did everything right. You got my murderer brought to justice and you guys found my remains. I had felt it. I had been able to move on right then and there but... well..." he looks at dust "I wasn't going to leave you after that.."

dust looks down and rubs his tear angry "so... you feel like you ahve to stay because i am weak and pathetic..." he needs to do this ritual. give ash the life he deserves and-

Ash laughs "no you dum-dum." he grins "I am here because i don't want to move on without you." Ash floats around him and rests on his skull. Dust can't feel pressure from him but he feels the energy of his brother near "there was no way i was going to leave you because i don't want to leave you. It is just as much for me as it is for you dusty. You are my brother."

Dust feels hismefl relax "i am sorry."

Ash gently hushes him "hush. No need to feel sorry, well aside form the fact you scared the unliving daylight out of me. Promise me you will never do something this stupid ever again. No giving your life or soul or any of that or the energy of either to others. you hear me?!"

Dust laughs and nods "promise..."

Ash hums "good. Now. Mess up this ritual circle thing. and burn the pages of the book detailing it."

Dust frowns "but what if we actually ened it and-"

Ash hushes him "no. None of that. No life force trading."

Dust sighs but does as told. messes up his circle. retrieves his brother's dust. and he uses a lighter to burn the page of the book holding the ritual.

Ash nods "much better."

Dust sighs as he starts to leave the forest "I don't know any other way to bring you back."

Ash shrugs as he floats with him "we aren't in a hurry."

dust frowns "you will miss things you could do in life?"

Ash grins "that is the great part. you can always catch up. I don't ened to be young to go to college. to start to learn how to cook. or any of that." he floats around him and it now looks like they are both wearing the red scarf "so no hurry."

DUst sighs and nods before muttering "we are going to have to find a stronger anchor for you. at least until i am old and strong enough to be the anchor myself."

Ash nods "much better. Time yo go to our favourite spot the library and do some research. AFTER! You ate and showered. You are soaking wet and don't think i didn't notice you skipped breakfast again."

Dust nods and sets into the right direction. Maybe one day he will figure it out. For now he will jsut learn what he can.

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[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Series

sinag | psh.

chapter fifteen

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

word count: 4k

warnings: contains harrassment, violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some. (please be responsible and avoid fics that contains warnings that can trigger you.)

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"How was she today?" it was already 2 am when Sunghoon arrived at the mansion. He was in multiple business meetings today that surely the cause of his headache.

One of your maids bows their heads and responded without looking at him.

“She ate all of her meals today, Mr. Park.” she says with ease as she knew the young mafia boss will be happy to be informed that you’re indeed eating your meals now.

Sunghoon’s face remained placid while looking at your sleeping state. His broad back facing the helpers and his men so they failed to notice the spark igniting towards his dark eyes. He was silent, but the corner of his lips lifted slightly.

He roamed his eyes in every inch of your beautiful face before gently tugging the blanket to cover you better. He’s still clueless if you’re someone who gets cold easily, but he don’t want to take risk and made sure you’re perfectly warmed.

“Did she went out of the room today?” he asks next, a bit hopeful.

He was asking the helper that was asigned to look after you, but his eyes are completely glued at your direction.

“No, Mr. Park.” she says in a low voice, a bit nervous.

He stayed silent for a while before letting out a heaved sigh. He slowly slid his hands inside his pocket before turning around to face your servants.

“Have you received the lists of food she likes?”

The maid nodded her head continuously.

His eyes are stone cold and emotionless, intimidating her. “Make sure to serve them. Ask the cook if he’s capable of making these dishes perfectly.”

Even before she can blurt an answer, he dismissed all of them. Once you two were left all alone, Sunghoon craned his neck to look over his shoulder. He saw you sleeping soundly and he can’t help but to feel a bit relieved.

He can’t believe that what his friends suggested will actually work. Maybe they were right that he doesn’t really have to punish you all the time to make you obey him. He needs to find the best way to win you, and now he learned that your friend is a good use for it.

He struts closer to your bed and leaned carefully, making sure he won’t disturb you in any way. Your face looked a lot more peaceful compared to your previous week here at his house. He’s glad, really glad about it.

“So it actually worked?” Jake’s tone was amused after hearing the news from Sunghoon himself one afternoon.

He decided to pay him a visit since they also have some unfinished business meeting that needed to be dealed with. Sunghoon shrugs his shoulders off nonchalantly before taking a sip from his coffee.

“She’s a lot more cooperative these days.” he says that made his friend grin.

“That’s good news. Improving.” he sounded so proud of it.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, doesn’t really want to admit that his friend was so right on insisting to take it easy on you. He isn’t really the type to say appreciation personally so his friends understands.

“But she still refused to come out from his room like a prisoner.” Sunghoon sounds frustrated of it.

Well, they can’t blame him. He took you there so you can live there with him. But ever since he took you to his house, you’ve never set foot outside of your room in your own accord. He needs to drag you by himself in order for you to get out and that’s not what he wanted. He wants to feel you there in his home, he wants you to feel home where he’s actually included.

Just by how he say those words, Jake already understand that he came here not only for the business meeting but to ask for another advise. He smiled slightly and even before he can speak, the door bursts open making the two of them look at that direction.

Sunghoon’s brows creased harder at the sight of their other friend. He’s wearing his tux and a big grin plastered over his face as he makes his way towards one of the vacant seats.

“Sorry for being late, guys.” he sounded too excited that instantly annoyed Sunghoon.

He looked at him sharply, “What are you doing here, Jay?” he hissed.

Jay scoffed and continued smirking, “Well we’re here for a business meeting right? And some love advice.”

Sunghoon grimaced, “Why the fuck is he here, Jake? He will only piss me off.” he commented because Jay tends to tease him a lot and he doesn’t like it.

Not when he’s actually thinking of the next step to get closer to you.

Jake chuckled as Jay acted like as if he was offended by his friend’s words. He isn’t, he’s just teasing as usual.

“As much as I don’t want to admit it, Jay’s actually an expert on these things Sunghoon.” Jake smiles and then shrugs his shoulders off.

“If there’s someone who understands girls more out of all our friends, it would be him.” Jake says and Sunghoon hates how he’s also so right about it.

Being a playboy did cause something good over Jay. Going on dates with different women with individual personalities surely gave him a variety of how to deal with some of them. At some point, he can actually catch on their thoughts and played along in order for them to fall deeper into his trap.

“Why can’t Heeseung hyung be here instead of him? He’s got an actual girl and not just some toys he play with.” Sunghoon commented, obviously unamused for the presence of his dear friend.

Jake chuckles while Jay didn’t take offense over his friend’s words. Sunghoon is mean. He says what’s inside his mind without even caring of how the other person’s gonna take it. They’re used to it and almost treat these words as blank, unthoughtful statements.

He smiles, “You’re welcome, brother. I can sense the appreciation through your tone.” he replied then reached over some snacks the assistant had prepared for them.

Sunghoon flicks him off without a word and Jake decided to butt in before they argue more.

“Heeseung hyung is also a good choice, but his tips will just be functional when it comes to his girl. After all, he’s just obsessed over one.”

“How about Jungwon?” he responded pretty fast.

“You mean Yang Jungwon who just went killing all over town just because Thalia run away?” Jake’s smile was annoying. “I don’t think he can give you a good advice right now.”

Later on, Sunghoon has no choice but to listen and ignore the fact that Jay threw him this nasty teasing looks from time to time while they continue talking about the small progress that you’ve been showing lately.

“If you think you’re ready to give it a shot and take it to the next level, why don’t you let her friend pay her a visit?” he suggested.

Sunghoon is not amused of that. He remains silent and play with the pen in front of him.

“That doesn’t sound bad.”

“Yeah? And if she influences her into running away, that won’t be good too right?”

Jay scoffs , “Oh come on, don’t act like you can’t deal with one girl. You go kill people like its nothing, I’m sure you can handle her.”

“He can’t hurt Aelia’s friend. It will just make them drift apart even more.”

Jay shrugs his shoulder. “Then if you can’t get rid of her that way, might as well use her for your own advantage.”

Sunghoon looks at him and stayed quiet.

“You said Aelia have a soft spot for her since she’s the only person that actually cared for her. Use her to win, Aelia dude.”

Jake nods, “Jay’s right. It’s been a while since Aelia interacted with people from her past. She probably made good memories with her and that only means she can bring good vibes to her.”

Sunghoon lets out a sigh and fell deep in his thoughts. He’s a bit hesitant as he doesn’t really like the idea of your bestfriend being inside the mansion, but his friends are making sense. Maybe you will start to see the house as a home when you spend time with familiar people inside that place.

“Mr. Park has arrived.” your helper announced the moment she entered your room.

It was eight pm and you just finished taking a bath. He’s early tonight. He usually arrived at midnight that’s why most of the time you’re already asleep. You still don’t want to interact with him, but then it was no use to fight it. You’re powerless inside this mansion. Everyone is under his command and nobody can help you.

You can feel your heart beat racing as you continued brushing your hair. When he started giving you letters from Lucie, it made you feel better. She’s your only friend and the first person who actually shown care over you. She plays a very important role in your life and to hear from her surely feels so good.

Not long after she announced his arrival, the doors to your room burst open and the ethereal looking Park Sunghoon strides inside. He’s still wearing his office attire that you’ve been denying to look good at him.

“Leave the two of us alone.” he ordered without breaking an eye contact.

You remain silent but your gaze piercing right at him. The people hurried theirselves out to give you two some privacy.

Sunghoon’s still very intimidating. Even after showing a bit portion of kindness, it still didn’t stop you from fearing for your own life.

“How are you today?” he finally broke the silence.

You didn’t respond and just stared right at his eyes. Realizing he won’t receive any response, he lets out a sigh and slid both of his hands inside his pocket.

“Did you eat your meals?” he asks again.

You can tell how he’s trying so hard to be patient with you, tone slightly getting softer. It somehow makes you feel intrigued over the young mafia boss. He’s doing all of these things for what? You have nothing to offer him.

“I hired a specific cook for your favorite meals.” he added that made your lips pursed.

That explains why the meals the past few days suits you so well. You’re wondering where is he getting all this new informations about you. Why does he go through these lengths just to get on your good side? Its making you dizzy. Are you really that important for him?

He tilts his head when he didn’t get a response and you saw how his jaw clenched.

“So you still don’t want to cooperate?” his tone low and slightly cold.

Shivers ran your spine and gulped nervously. He can be really sweet and at the same time terrifying. You just can’t predict what’s about to happen around him. He’s impossible to read.

“Too bad, I was about to tell you my surprise.” and he clicked his tongue before the corner of his lips lifting.

Your eyes grew for a bit when you heard what he said. That totally caught your attention, making you lowering your walls.

“I guess I’ll just go.” he cocked a brow at you in a challenging way.

It can be a trap. He can be just teasing you on getting your hopes up, but he’s never the type to lie. So far, he’s never utter one lie. He may say the hurtful things, but they’re mostly the truth.

He turned his back already and was about to reach for the door, but your voice halted his moves.

“W-Wait!”

Sunghoon grinned inwardly after hearing you talk. He pursed his lips to hide his joy and looked over his shoulder.

“What’s your s-surprise?” you asked in a low voice, almost a whisper but enough for Sunghoon to hear.

He almost went crazy seeing how shy you look in front of him right now. Never did he imagined he would see you like this and it took everything in Sunghoon to stop himself from cutting the distance between the two of you to hug you very tightly.

He slowly turned to face you again and tilt his head to the side. He was silent, like as if contemplating whether to tell you or not the surprise.

One of his hand slid out from his pocket and lifts it up. His fingers played with his red luscious lips while he stared right through your eyes. It made your heart skipped a bit at how intense his gaze over you.

“You really want to know?” he asks again. Now you’re sure you can hear a hint of playfulness from his tone.

Even before you can speak, he walked towards one of single sofas inside your room and sat down. He spreads his legs and smirked right at you.

You’re cluelessly looking at him, waiting for what he’s about to say.

He taps one of his thighs that instantly made you blush.

“Come here.”

You glared at him with tinted red cheeks.

“What? Are you crazy? No!”

Sunghoon almost bark out a laughter at how adorable you look right now.

“Why not?” now, he can’t suppress his smiles anymore. You can freely see his fangs and he looked so handsome. This is the first time you’ve seen him this way.

“Is there really a s-surprise or a-are you just tricking me to come closer to you?”

He cocked a brow at you, “There’s really a surprise.” he grinned wider.

“And yes I’m also tricking you to come closer to me.”

It made you even blush more, but you tried to glare at him harder. You think you look scarier this way but Sunghoon just melts away with your cuteness.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to.” he responded quickly then heaved a sigh before gesturing his fingers for you to walk closer.

You’re very nervous, but the atmosphere turned lighter. For some reasons, you doesn’t feel on edge around Sunghoon at the moment.

After finally taking courage, you slowly walk towards him. Sunghoon’s going crazy inwardly. He’s trying so hard not to grab you by your hand to pull you closer to him.

“Don’t be scared.” he whispers when you’re steps away from you.

When you’re near enough, he reached over your arm and guided you over his lap. Your ears turned red in embarrassment and rest your arm over his shoulder to his shoulder for support as his one arm wrapped on your waist.

“See? That’s not so hard.”

You glanced at him with lips pouting so hard. His eyes stares into yours and smirks. He raised his free hand and pinched your chin slightly.

“Why are you pouting, baby?”

“Because I’m shy.”

He chuckles and refrain himself from leaning for a kiss.

“What’s my surprise?”

You can feel his large hands caressing your waist and its giving you warmth.

“Do you want to see Lucie?”

Your eyes grew big. “R-Really?”

He smirks and nodded his head.

“Yes.”

“You’re not joking?”

“No.” he can see how genuinely happy you are after hearing his surprise. He was hesitant about it, but now that he saw how happy you are, he’s relieved.

“T-Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” and he leans in to give you a kiss on your cheeks that left you off guard.

It happened too fast that you didn’t even have the chance to talk or protest from it. He smiled a little, too little that if you’re too far you can’t even see it from a distance.

“AELIA!” Lucie screams after Icarus opened the door for her. She walked past him and run straight towards you for big hug.

“Lucie!” you can’t help but to cry after finally being reunited by your friend.

Icarus lets out a strained sigh while staring at the two of you. He can’t even think of what he’d been through with your friend. Sunghoon asked him to pick her up and to take her here at the mansion for your small reunion.

He’s currently out of the country for a short business trip so he left Icarus in charge.

Not once did he imagine having to babysit girls for his boss. He likes it more when they’re beating someone’s ass instead of listening to your friend’s nonstop rants.

“Hey.” Icarus snapped out from his trance when he realized that your friend is talking to him.

He remained silent and just stared at her. You cautiously glanced back and fort at the two of them before holding her arms to prevent her from saying something that she might regret.

“Can you leave the two of us? We need privacy.” she ordered like a boss and you bit your lower lip, slightly nervous about it.

“Lucie...” you softly called her.

Icarus realized how different the two of you are. Instead of responding to your friend, he diverted his attention towards you that caught you off-guard.

“I’ll be outside if you need anything.” he says, referring to you.

Lucie looked offended about it and throw a dirty look over Icarus. You quickly nodded and thanked him then you grabbed Lucie by the arm when she’s about to step closer to confront him.

“Lucie, that’s enough.” you said and finally relieved after knowing that he managed to get out of the room peacefully.

“What’s up with him? He’s so snob!” she complained and sat down beside you at the bed.

You stare at her with longing and remained quiet. She’s continued talking nonstop about how he ignored him the whole ride on the way here and everything else that didn’t sink in already as you’re too deep into your own thoughts.

You’ve lost count on how long you’ve been kept here and away from them but seeing her in front of you made you missed her even more.

“Not because he’s good looking and have good biceps— hey, are you crying?” she instantly switched into caring mode when she noticed how your eyes are now pooled with tears.

You chuckled and tears fell from your eyes like a stream. She panics and quickly coo you that made you burst your emotions.

“Why are you crying? Are you hurt?!” she inspect your body that made you chuckle. It’s crazy because your tears are still streaming down your face.

“Are they starving you here?! Tell me!” she says dramatically.

You shake your head sideways and calmed her down.

“I’m just happy that you’re here.”

She pursed her lips then pulled you into a tight hug. Now, she’s crying as well.

“You don’t know how worried I am! I thought you got kidnapped from your trip!”

“Well, I am kidnapped.”

She snorts then pulled away from the hug to look at you.

“Yeah, in a very nice and gigantic mansion.” and she roamed her eyes around your big room.

You can tell that she’s very amused and you can’t blame her. The interior design of Sunghoon’s mansion sure is jaw dropping. If put in a different situation and not being kidnapped, you’re probably drooling over this house as well.

“Hey, are we just going to ignore the fact that you’re admiring Sunghoon’s assistant?” you smirked at her and she didn’t even feel ashamed of it.

“He is hot!”

You snorted and she’s quick to defend it.

“He is! I swear the moment I saw him that day outside our apartment, I almost drool.”

“Lucie!”

She laughed, “Just saying.” and shrugs her shoulder off.

“Let’s talk about you!” she squealed excitedly.

“How does it feel to have thee Park Sunghoon wrapped around your fingers?”

You blushed and instantly, the memory of Sunghoon’s face last night flashes back on your mind. It was crazy how your heart reacted so fast.

“W-What are you saying? No, he’s not.”

“Yes he is!” she smirks.

“You know he is known for being mean and always wreckless. Even mafias fear him.”

You kept quiet. She’s right about it. Before you even encounter Sunghoon. You already heard a lot of rumors about him. He’s known for being troublemaker. He’s one of the most dangerous people that your town been warning people about. A ticking time bomb that you don’t know when will explode and when he does, nobody can ever stop him.

“But on what I can see, he’s being careful around you.” she smiled teasingly that made you shy. The way she looks at you feels like she knows a lot of things you don’t know.

“What’s the score between you two?” she fired.

“N-Nothing! He’s keeping me locked up here like a prisoner. That’s what.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I bet you’ll fall in love with him.”

You stayed silent after hearing that from her. It’s not nonsense. Numerous times that it occured to you that you may fall in love with the mafia boss. No matter how hard you deny it, you know he’s slowly drilling his way inside your heart.

“But he’s a bad person, Lucie.”

She stares at you and smiled before heaving a sigh.

“And who isn’t, Aelia?” she started.

You looked a little confused at what she said so she gently grabbed you by the hand.

“Look, the world is cruel itself. It’s not about whose bad or good. At the end of the day, we all have both sides anyway. What matters is who treats you good and love you.” she meaningfully say towards you.

“You’ve suffered enough, Aelia. A lot of people had been very bad towards you.” her eyes flashes sadness, because she knew how much you’ve been though.

“I think you deserve to be loved and taken care of this time.” and she smiled genuinely.

“And Park Sunghoon will gladly do it for you. He will volunteer for that role in a heart beat.”

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[clownfessionsofficial]

"Sorry, but you can't say you're proship because you're anti-harrassment when you have an entire tag dedicated to incest ships!"

No, I'm proship because I am anti-harrassment and I like some incest ships because I like some incest ships. Hope that helps!

Also , they're tagged as trigger warnings because I don't want people triggered by shipcest to see it. I don't just have a dedicated tag to see all my shipcest in one spot i literally don't care about shipcest that much

[cyborgpuppyofficial]

Hey! Before I begin this thread, I just wanna say, DON'T HARRASS ANYBODY. If you find the original post about what this is, then don't harass them or send them threats. They just have a bad take, that's all. Don't look for them, don't engage, just ignore their ass.

Trigger warning for Transphobia, and general dumbass takes ahead. This is gonna be a long one, so strap in! ^w^

So there's this assinine thread that is spreading around in the Sonic Headcannons tag, and I'm here to ratio it, and debunk it. Because it's been REALLY on my nerves, and I wanna talk about it in a longer format. Again, don't look for this person. And if you find them, don't harass them. That's not cool, and I blurred their name for a reason. Anyways, let's begin! In this first screencap I took, they talk about Sonic not being Trans because it doesn't fit with his character

Now me personally, I don't see Sonic as Trans. But I do see him as Demisexual and Demiromantic as two parts of my headcannon for him. So I'm gonna tell you that it's NOT THAT DEEP. Sonic can still be Trans or Cis, and still have the same personality. It's almost like Trans people are human beings, who have personalities outside of being Transgender! Who would've thought! What a crazy concept!😱 Which by the way, his personality changes in many interactions, look at Sonic Prime, or Sonic Boom for example. In Sonic Prime he acts way more goofy, and in Sonic Boom he's more of a sassy dork. But they still like the same things as far as we're aware. Do you know what would change about them and their personalities if they were Trans? If you said absolutely nothing, congratulations, you're not a braindead idiot! >w< Sonic can still run fast, be cocky, eat hot chili dogs and lie, as well as being Transgender! Because being Trans changes nothing about a person, especially not a FICTIONAL CARTOON HEDGEHOG.😱😱

Also Sonic is a fictional character, he's not even from nature itself, and it's fine if he were to change his gender. Which by the way, MOST TRANS HEADCANNONS MAKE HIM FTM, WHICH CHANGES NOTHING ABOUT HIS PYSICAL APPERENCE OTHER THAN TOP SURGERY SCARS. Side note about this first part, whoever actually uses "Woke Propaganda" in a non ironic way, I'm not gonna take you seriously. >:3

This next part of this weird take talks about how Trans Sonic is not representation, and that I can call them a transphobe all I want. So I will! Okay Transphobe, and I will fight you.🥰

Sometimes people like to just put headcannon things onto characters they kin, or they genuinely have reasons for thinking Sonic is Trans. Either way, Sonic and someone's headcannon of Sonic aren't the same! Someone drawing cute little top surgery scars on Sonic isn't going to change the Sonic Brand. It's not cannon, and Sonic being Trans is a headcannon for a reason. It's just a silly thing that lots of people agree with, and it literally harms nobody that some people draw Sonic as Transgender. People can still love Sonic the character, and still draw him as Trans.

They aren't doing a disservice to the franchise by making him Trans, people are just having fun. You should try that sometime! It's better than spewing hateful opinions, and unironically using the word "Wokies" to refer to anybody who DARES to draw Sonic with two little lines on his chest. By the way, bellow is what they're SO PRESSED ABOUT!😱 Isn't that just the scariest thing you've ever seen!? Just two little lines on a character's chest area! Woah! I'm never gonna be able to sleep again!/silly Grow up.

(I don't know who the original artist is, if ya'll know, please tell me!)

Last screenshot I promise, but I'm not sharing their image they included with their lovely post.

Uhh, Trans teenagers exist in real life. Sure a lot of them don't get surgery, but that's the beauty of FICTION. Also why do you care so much that if he is a Teenager and Transgender? That seems a little gross to me. Trans people are able to make their own decisions, and can choose to, or to not get surgery. I'm not Trans myself, and I think that people should wait until they're older to get surgery. But I'm not going to throw up in disgust because someone made a choice for themselves. And it's really weird that you're pressed over a fictional teenager with top surgery scars being drawn on them.😒

People can draw their favorite characters as Trans to kin them, or just because they feel like it. In either scenario, it's a drawing. A fictional drawing that was made for fun. And what exactly are you "helping" by saying this take? Just exposing yourself for being scared of little lines on Sonic's chest? What changes about the video, or drawing, or media you consume because Sonic is drawn with, or without top surgery scars? Again, ABSOLOUTELY NOTHING!🥰🥰 Unless you're reading or watching a comic about Sonic's journey with being Transgender, which is a fanmade thing. Then nothing about certain videos or fan content changes in the slightest. And I think it's so strange that you're hurt enough by Trans Sonic, that you had to say it was the worst headcannon BY FAR. What about those headcannons that Sonic is in love with Tails, or where he's a stalker, or a creep? I guess those aren't nearly as bad as a Trans person existing according to this lovely individual. And I guess a Trans person is the worst thing he can be. (GROSS TAKE)

Fuck off, get a hobby, cope, L+Ratio.😒 Also Trans rights are human rights, and all my Trans fans are valid! And they're allowed to headcannon whatever character as Transgender, since they aren't hurting anybody by doing it! ^w^

Thanks for reading all of this if you did. Again don't look for this person, and don't harass them! I just had to get this off my chest as someone who's been harassed for my own Sonic LGBTQ+ headcannons before. Continue doing your headcannons, as long as you aren't being mean about them. And I hope you... enjoyed this post I guess? XD I hope I did well debunking this weirdo. I'll be sharing my own headcannons, as well as their headcannon designs over here hopefully sometime soon.

Trans rights are human rights! And have a wonderful day everyone, peace out! ^w^

Boo! Ahhh so scary!/silly

[ahamasmiyodhah]

Okay the issue I'm going to talk about is very serious. Trigger Warning: mentions of rape and sexual assault

What the fuck is going on in Wattpad?

No like seriously, what the heck is going on? What are these "She was r@ped by her uncle and his friends while he was spending time with his best friend" "She was g-rped by bla bla bla and he was doing falana dhimkana" "He killed his Uncle in front of her by decapitating him because her uncle graped her" Like WHAT THE HECK.

Kaun hai ye log?

Do you guys seriously think SA or r@pe is something that should be normalized? No what is the basis if all these stories with Sexual Assault?

Why do you think I stopped writing Shakti here on Tumblr? Because the foundation of Shakti is so dark that I fell into deep depression! R@pe or Sexual Assault/Harrassment is NOT something to be normalized!

Do you even know what goes through the head of a R@pe survivor? I have not gone through it nor have any close friend or anyone in my circle and I oray to Aai Jagdamba that no one ever goes through that. But seriously, do you really think what goes through one's head?

We read about it and it fills our own heart with dread, pain, anger and what not. Jist imagine the person who has Gone through it! Upar se the details we hear are horrifying. I have decided to skip such scenes in Shakti too! Because I don't want to trigger someone's trauma with that.

Revenge story and all is okay but STOP. NORMALIZING. RAPE. CULTURE. THROUGH. STORIES.

That's. It.

Trauma wali stories chahiye? You have a LOT more things to give your FL a trauma. R@pe isn't the Only trauma a woman gets. I understand that it's a HUGE trauma. But for the love of God STOP normalizing it!

Oh oh and another point: I have seen many UNDERAGE people writing this. Please stop. It's a humble request.