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I'm not proship.

Never call me proship. This blog is a collection of vent writing I've since decided to post. Thank you.

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Bad influence.

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TWs/CWs: Manipulation, SA, COCSA, Near/Almost r//pe. Characters: Travis, Dante, Gene mentioned. Setting: PDH [Pheonix Drop High] 

"Come on lil bro, remember. If someone your actually dating says no, or they dont like it, when you make a move? they probably do and are testing you, seeing if you mean it. Just keep pushing until you get a yes or they admit it, trust me." 

That was the advice given to Dante earlier that week from his brother, but as he sat on the couch with his best friend and newly boyfriend, his palms sweaty, he was having second thoughts. But his brother cant be wrong! he wouldn't lie to him, right? This.. This was alright, he was young, they both were- this is what young people do when dating, this is what you're supposed to do. Right? 

Travis felt the air grow tense and he shifted in his spot on the couch, glancing at Dante. Dante noticed, mistaking this uncomfortableness as an invitation.

He moves closer, before wrapping his arm around Travis's shoulder, leaning in. "Y'knoww, your dad isnt home right now.."  "..Yeah- he, usually isnt around now?-" 

"Mhm." Dante leans in and starts to kiss and nip at Travis's neck and jaw slowly, the younger lets out a noise, startled and caught off guard.

"Dante- what are you doing?-" 

"Sh, nothing you wont like baby," he keeps kissing down Travis's neck, sitting up and wrapping an arm around his waist kissing him. Travis pushes him away, "Dante wait not right now--" 

"Come on like I said I wont do anything you wont like." he keeps pushing, grinding down against the other.

"Dante I- dude I said no-" he keeps going, kissing him again, digging his fingers into Travis's hips and waist.

Travis forcefully pushes him away, "Dude i said no!- When someone says no it means no knock it off-!" His breathing was heavy, he looked like he wanted to take back the yelling and harshness, though it was fully deserved. He took more deep uneven breaths trying to ground himself.

Dante pauses and flinches back, finally getting off of him- standing up and taking a couple steps back, realizing just what he had been doing. "Trav I-" He didnt know what to say.. He felt horrible. 

They both sat in silence, trying to clear their heads. The rest of that day was spent in tense silence. Sitting on the couch, maybe watching some tv once in a while until Dante had to go home. He got up, waved bye and walked out the door, taking what felt like a walk of shame. Neither have spoken of that day since.. And neither ever will, 

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I understand that Zack is Eins father, and thus Ein should have his last name. However, looking at how highly Ein regards Michael, I believe he would use his last name rather than Zacks? Especially seeing as Zack did not claim or even care for Ein, and Michael took him in - though Michael was awful towards him and taught him horrible ways and should not be recognized as any sort of “Father Figure” for anyone.  Also Shalashaska is just a pain in the ass to spell. Valkrum is cool, lol.

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how did you learn to write well?

well first you have to be a very sad child

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If you don't heavily associate the Ro'meaves with themes of religion, abuse in it and abuse of it then your not doing it right

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Regret.

TWs: Alcohol mentions, Abusive/Bad father mentions.  Characters: Gene. [Mentioned: Maria, Unnamed Father, Dante if you squint.] Setting: None, ALTERNATE THAN MY OTHER WRITINGS.

The strong scent of alcohol and a single vanilla candle plagued the apartment, the disgusting smell never seemed to go away. No matter the amount of cleaning, candles, or air fresheners he used, it was always there. It probably clung to him as well, though at this point in his life he didnt about himself.  He was already nothing but a disappointment to his mother, a bad memory that you lock away and keep away from the light. Something that you look back on and say, 'Wow, dont be like that.' or something along those lines. Just a pure let down to his entire family, even whos apartment he was currently stuck in. His father. The scent seemed to get stronger as his thoughts got louder, and darker. The pounding headache seemed to play a mocking beat, laughing.

With a growling sigh he forced himself to sit up, knocking over one of the probably hundreds of bottles his father left around the small apartment. Another sigh, he slouched over the disgusting brown couch- which he swore used to be a nice cream color, now it sported stains and cigarette holes, and what looked like a bullet hole through the back. Suddenly he grew angry at himself for getting into this situation, he should have never contacted his father again- especially not to ask to fucking live with him. What an idiot. Complete idiot. Now he was stuck living in an alcohol scented, never cleaned, one bedroom apartment of a genuine criminal. Yeah, fucking idiot.

Gripping harder at his messy and matted black hair, his thoughts yelled at him, mixes of self hate and hate towards his father swarmed his already buzzing head. It became hard to hear the thoughts, like wasps rapidly stinging your temples. Quickly he grabbed one of the old bottles, in an attempt to shut his head up he threw it at the already damaged wall. The sound of the glass shattering snapped his head back into place, focusing on the clatters of the glass against the tile. It wasnt smart, but at least he had cleaner thoughts now. Not better, but easier.

He sighed, he had to leave this place. Though, he knew nowhere he could go.

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please stop asking me how i'm doing, idk i'm ignoring it

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Rescue.

TWs: Implied forced relationship, Age gap, Implied sexual actions, Implied r*pe, Abusive!Gene, Slight physical injury, Blade mention. Characters: Travis, Laurance, Gene, Garroth. [Mentioned: Dante, Maria, Zane.] Setting: Phoenix Drop High.

The small boys knees hurt, he had been kneeling in front of the older for what felt like hours. His messy white curls covered his vision as the older boy finally let go of him, though the relief was short lived as his chin was grabbed and he was forced to stare into the dark cyan eyes of the one who had him stuck on the floor against his will. “Swallow.” The words came out in a low growl, the young boy winced as he had to focus on the bitter taste in his mouth. The grip on his chin got tighter, probably enough to bruise- oh well, he could play it off as just his dad again. With a shaky breath, he forced himself to do as he was told. Shuddering at the small praise he got for the action. As he looked back up at the other, he noticed him going to the other tied up across the room- and as much as he so desperately wanted to help he had no choice but to turn away, knowing that if he tried he would have more bruises to hide. That didnt stop the feelings of shame and regret from filling him as he heard the cries get louder.

The sound of the houses front door startled Travis out of his thoughts, he knew it couldn't be Maria or Dante, then who? Shooting a look over at the other two, he thought maybe it could be Sasha, since the other two were already there? Though, that wouldnt explain why Gene looked just as startled by the sound, seeing as he had completely stopped what he had been doing and was quickly shuffling to put his clothes back on, muttering swear filled questions about who had been at the door. Everyone seemed to freeze as the doorknob made a small clicking sound, the noise was almost quiet enough to not hear.

Then something clicked in the young boys mind. Before anything had began this round he had sent a text to a friend, not giving any details but still asking for help, knowing that friend knew the location and could easily guess the situation from just simple clues. Just as fast as the hope had entered his body, it was washed away. Gene had quickly kicked the other in the room, Zenix, into a corner, and casually walked to the door. It seemed like he had guessed the person in the home to be no threat, with an overly cocky smirk he opened the door. Though his face fell from confidence to a near deadpan.

“Well, wasnt expecting to see you back here.” He spat, tone cold though he held a hint of genuine surprise. He smirked again as he backed out of the doorway, being quickly followed by another boy, who was holding a dead glare as well as pointing a small blade to the dark haired boys neck. Seeming to hold no care if he pressed the blade in either, he spoke no words as he backed the other up enough to make the doorway accessible- shooting a quick worried look to Travis, who was still kneeling on the floor.  Upon meeting eyes Travis gave a happy, quiet breath and smiled.

“Laurance-” He spoke, voice cracking but still happy. “Travis, go-” The response was quick and firm, though there was a slight shake in his voice that read as fear. Noticing this, Gene gave a few taunts towards him but ultimately did nothing. Staying against the small table he had bumped into.

Travis quickly listened, grabbing his shirt and jacket the best he could with tied hands, and quickly stepping out of the door. Though he refused to actually leave the house without Laurance with him. He stood firmly, attempting to untie his wrists, but between the rope burn and tight knot? His efforts were useless, but with a quick breath and a step around the corner- he relaxed, eyes flashing to a bright purple as he snapped the rope and freed his wrists with a single pull. After freeing himself he pulled on a shirt and stepped back after his eyes mellowed. Upon stepping back he was met with the sight of Gene with a small, but deep looking, cut on his neck, standing in front of Zenix- who was laying on the floor. Quickly he stepped closer, but was stopped by Laurance as Gene smiled, seeming to show off his sharp teeth, laughing in a way that made everyone else nearly flinch, it was a quiet laugh but it still held so much. 

Laurance pushed Travis lightly, telling him to leave. Which, he listened. Turning and heading for the open front door, only taking a few steps before he heard a small thud and a door slam. Looking back around he saw Laurance getting up from the floor, and a closed door. A silent shared look of agreement, despite the want to help Zenix, to give up- regret and guilt already building.

Once the two were outside they shared a brief hug, and Laurance moved a bit of the others hair out of his face- apologizing for not getting there sooner and explaining that he hadnt seen the text due to practice after school. Travis hugged the taller again, telling him that it was alright. And with guilt filling them both, they started to walk away from the house. Meeting up with Garroth about half way down the street, which made Laurance explain that the two had walked there together- but only one had gone all the way to the house. With a few questions as to where Dante and Maria were, the small group continued their walk - deciding to head to Laurances house to patch up a few injuries, then go to Garroths, joking that it was only because they wanted to bother and annoy Zane, who seemed to ‘despise’ each of them.  

Writing was not fully read back, Im sorry.

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Somebody remind me to write my Gene x Travis fic later? I have had angst with those two planned for a long time but keep forgetting to write it.

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TW police violence, death ment

Y'know how everyone headcanons Zenix to be the most "fuck cops" out of the shadow knights? And you headcanon him to be a werewolf? And there's a lot of heavily implied/blatantly canon police violence towards werewolves? And in diaries Zenix is an orphan on Mystreet weve never heard of either of his parents? Imagine a single mother trying to raise a very very routy but also extremely anxious werewolf pup, and she ends up stealing something at one point(poverty sucks) to which the police are called and see an adult werewolf hiding something/someone behind her back and holding stolen goods. Obviously they shoot, Zenix tries to stay with his /currently bleeding out mother/ and they pull him off of her. Being a probably like 4-7 year old he starts biting so they hold his hands behind his back and tie a peice of fabric around his mouth as a makeshift muzzle. Then immediately throw him into the foster care program, saying he has "defiance issues"(bc the 6 yo bit the men trying to pull him away from his mom)

And that's on why Zenix hates cops.

This reminds me of something my family had to go through, wont go into details. I really like this, anon. Nobody ever points out the world issues in the aphmau universe, creating backstories like this is not only realistic, but also I like how you tied in things from MCD. Im having trouble fitting words into how I'd like to respond so, this will have to do. But again, I like this - realistic, and just a very good backstory idea. Thank you for sending this in, anon.

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Im back :) Gonna try and post more writing soon, and clean out the inbox a bit.

I have a few things with Gene planned, and a few with Travis as well. Oh! Im thinking of opening up character requests, I’ll make a post explaining that later, for now Im going to write a few things for you guys :D

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Zenix HC Post?

[Semi-long post, no angst/dark themes.]

Im actually very proud of this post :) !

Zenix -

Non-Binary + Intersex [He/They, any neopronouns starting with X]

Demi-romantic, Demi-sexual. [Overall male preference] 

Agnostic Satanist [Satanism is the belief in oneself as their own God.]

ADHD, Autism, Dyslexia. 

Non-Human [Werewolf.]

Severe anxiety, fluctuating insomnia.

Undiagnosed tic disorder.

Main coping mechanism is music.

Creates his own music.

Mainly plays the electric guitar.

[-Silly HCs below-]

His eyes are not naturally red, those are contacts.

Has fluffy curly hair, destroys it with a straightener.

Covered in freckles, hates them.

All of his piercings are fake, hes to scared to get real ones.

Thought he had a crush on Sasha, he did not.

[definitely has a crush on Zane.]

Has owned the same stuffed bear since he was three, refuses to sleep without it. Cried when Sasha washed it.

Main way of stimming is chewing, or yelling.

Favorite animals are hamsters, he has owned five.

One of them was named Sausage. Another was named Beef. First one was named Squeaks.. the only normal name.

Wears entirely to many chains on all outfits.

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Intruding

Implied Pairing: Katelyn X Jeffory

Characters: Travis, Katelyn, Jeffory Warnings: Dysphoria, Crying, Implied abuse/Bad relationship, bruising mentions.

A knot formed in his throat as he approached the bathroom, he felt wrong. His body felt wrong. A sigh, and he quickly scurried into the girls bathroom, not having the confidence to step into the boys without a friend, a friend who hadnt spoken to him nearly at all that day. Upon fully entering the bathroom his anxiety seemed to spiral, feeling incredibly dysphoric - though, he stopped in his tracks upon hearing someone else. Harsh breaths and hiccups, sounded like they were trying to stop crying. Had they heard him come in? Maybe he could help? Slowly, he stepped further into the bathroom, peeking around to see who it was. Freezing as he saw a girl with pale blue hair, recognizing her instantly. She had he back turned, so he went unseen, though he was indeed heard.

"What do you want?" She asked, tone harsh and angry - though it seemed forced.

Despite the worry, the only response he could give was a few stutters, not fully knowing what to do in this situation, as well as being slightly afraid of the girl in front of him. Hearing his stutters, she turned around to look at him.

"What are you doing in here? This is the-" She began, Travis quickly cut her words off though. "I know- I, Im-," He started, but caught himself quickly, "Are you alright?-" the question was delivered in a quiet and rather nervous tone, but at least he got the words out. Looking at the girl in front of him he noticed a bruise on her face.

"Im fine. Now, why the hell are you in here? Are you trying to-" "No!- No, no-" He defended, "Its- not important. Just-" "Im fine, now leave me alone, and get out-" "I- wait, but-" He tried again, but was only met with the same words. He felt guilty, but he decided to listen and back off, walking out of the bathroom he sent her one last look, worried and trying to show he was sorry. Walking out he was met with a rather tall brunette with pale green eyes leaning against the wall outside of the door. Travis jumped a bit, internally swearing at himself for not being more careful about being seen. The taller boy looked down at him, a questioning look.

"Is Katelyn still in there?" He asked, an eyebrow raised. Travis silently thanked the divine that he wasnt questioned, looking into the others eyes momentarily he decided not to answer the question, and instead quickly walked away.

He tried not to assume things, but something was very off about that situation, he wouldn't pry though. He pushed it out of his mind, and tried to keep an eye out for a friend in the halls.

[Not very proud of this one, however I will post it anyways.]

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Currently working on a few writing ideas, I know I want to write more than just the characters I have been. Currently Im writing something with PDH Travlyn, and I want to try something with maybe Aaron soon. I have things in mind for Zenix as well. 

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Anon is back on, please - do behave?

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Kind of like this?

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Typical young boy appearance, basically. (And, yes I gave Laurance long hair and a bit of facial hair - it looks nice on him.)

Has anyone made a design for older Caleb yet?

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Hm,, I think I will. I’ll follow the ideas that he still overall looks a lot like Laurance, but perhaps darker eyes and hair?

Has anyone made a design for older Caleb yet?