#as for the people who act like touching grass made them a better person

[spacebabe51]

genuine pet peeve of mine is people who act like every person on planet earth grew up with video games because they did. "what do you MEAN you haven't played __??" "what did you DO your whole childhood if you weren't playing ___??" "you dont even have 50,000 hours on ___??!" like not everyone's family had money growing up, jfc. Equally annoying are people who act like they're superior because their parents didnt/couldnt buy them games. shut up all of you. im plenty happy to experience the joy of thirty years + worth of gaming ive missed out on as an adult. but i WILL suck at them.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

5 Love Languages

SUMMARY: A person doesn't just have one love language, but these are the ones I think would be the most predominant in each of them. In Ortho's case, at least, this is platonic.

CHARACTERS: All NRC Students

TAGS: Fluf; List

COMMENTS: I already knew this concept, but recently I saw it again and this post crossed my mind. This is just my opinion of course, I'm no expert. I hope you enjoy ;)

CONTEXT: According to Dr. Gary Chapman there are 5 Love Languages:

Acts of Service: For these people, actions speak louder than words. These are nice things you do for your partner that make them feel loved and appreciated.

Giving Gifts: For some people, receiving/giving a heartfelt gift is what makes them feel most loved. Gift-giving indicates love and affection. They treasure not only the gift itself but also the time and effort the gift-giver put into it.

Quality Time: This language is all about giving the other person your undivided attention. They feel loved if you are present and focused on them when you are together.

Words of Affirmation: This language uses words to affirm other people. It’s about expressing affection through spoken words, praise, or appreciation.

Physical Touch: To this person, nothing speaks more deeply than appropriate physical touch. They feel love through physical affection.

Riddle Rosehearts - We even have confirmation of that with what happened to Trey in book 2, for example. He will take care of the people that are important to him.

Deuce Spade - I see him as a guy that would do anything for you. He himself says he's not very smart, so he believes the best he can do is being useful and helpful.

Ruggie Bucchi - He knows he's good at this. I think he's the type of person who would want to be taken care of and that's why he takes care of the people he cares about.

Ortho Shroud - We can see that with his brother Idia. He likes to help the people he likes, both in a good way like helping with something, or mean way like forcing a shut-it to go touch grass.

Trey Clover -  One of the examples of this language is offering a home-made sweet. And I see him cook your favourite foods and sweets just to see your appreciative smile.

Azul Ashengrotto - I see him as the kind that spoils his loved one. He knows the value of money and hard work. And what better investment than your happiness?

Kalim Al-Asim - I mean, we kinda already saw this multiple times. He is the kind of giving his loved one everything they ask for, or even what they didn't ask for.

Cater Diamond - He is the terminally online type, let's face it. His phone is part of his Body Renders. So getting offline time with you and for you, that's something special!

Jack Howl - He has already said that he is the “lone wolf” type. So wanting to spend time with someone instead of being alone shows that you are special.

Jamil Viper - He is a busy and stressed person. So making time for you in his rare moments of rest shows effort. And wanting to spend time with you rather than alone shows how much he likes you.

Vil Schoenheit - From book 6: spending so much time talking to Rook without paying attention to the rest. He shows love by taking the time to give you as much attention as you deserve.

Idia Shroud - We can see this with Ortho. He's an introvert shut-it that doesn't like people. So wanting to be with you despite all of it and even play together? You are the exception to his rules.

Malleus Draconia - We can see this. He likes to be with you, talk to you, know from you. He miss you. Any time he has available that he can spend with you, giving you attention, he will.

Silver - We know how hard it is for him not to fall asleep all of a sudden. Taking all that effort just to spend time with you and give you attention shows effort.

Jade Leech - He is a man of words. It's true that he likes to use them to deceive and manipulate others. But he's the completely opposite of someone who would fake an "I love you".

Epel Felmier - I think his acts of service would be more connected to his pride. His words on the other hand, especially when they show appreciation for you, that's how he shows he really likes you.

Rook Hunt - Do I need to explain? We can see this ALL THE TIME! He already said that he never lies about this kind of thing. If he loves you, he'll scream to the world how wonderful you are.

Sebek Zigvolt - We see this with Malleus. His words of admiration are not for everyone. The more he likes someone the more he'll praise them and the louder he will say it.

Ace Trappola - He prefer to use his words to tease you. He could also do acts of service, but I think being comfortable with physical affection is his ultimate act of love.

Leona Kingscholar - He's too lazy for anything else. It's not just anyone who pets his ears and lives to tell about it. Just like is not just anyone he wants to be so close to.

Floyd Leech - He's a man of acts, but not the service ones. We know he likes to squeeze people. Usually in a bad way. But for a loved one, squeezes would be loving hugs with some kisses.

Lilia Vanrouge - He can be good with words. But I think his ultimate show of affection would be hugs and more then that kisses. I think he's the type to do that, but only with special people.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[restless-hill]

Rant

The policing of media people consume is insane to me lately. Insane. Especially when it comes to animation. Hazbin hotel has been out for 2 weeks on prime so far. I've been enjoying it. I've seen a lot of people on tik tok enjoy it. And obviously the antis are still at it.

I've seen a lot of people find comfort in angel dust's character and his story for a lot of people. Me included. A lot of people feel seen by how is story is written. Me included. Policing people for feeling comfort in the story and the character is fucking insane. You say you care about the survivors then stop attacking those who feel seen. Who feel comfort. Who feel heard by it. If you act that way then you don't care about survivors at all cause you expect them to only act and be portrayed 1 way.

(This is gunna get a lil personal so feel free to skip if you wish)

I am an abuse survivor. I spent 3 years in a toxic and abusive relationship. The lyrics to poison speak to me deeply. The fear angel feels when it came to val's texts, calls and voicemails are exactly how I felt for 3 years. The quick switch up when I didn't respond. The way I felt dragged down and dragged back in by everything he said. The fear I felt when a friend tried to help but only made things worse. I hypsersexualised myself to make myself feel better. For the need of validation he gave me. It felt good for a while until it didn't. I relate to angel a lot. His story brings me some form of comfort and I will not be policed for it. I will not be made to feel like a bad person because of it. And no body else should.

If you wanna waste time and air trying to police the fact that people consume this media then maybe find a media you enjoy or touch some grass. If you don't keep this same energy for fans of Southpark, Rick and Morty, family guy, ect then save your hypocrisy. You're wasting your time.

[streaminn]

I was going to write this in Wednesday's POV, but she got to have 'Her scars are pink, Her eyes are blue' so Enid gets this one :)

(Also, I love you noticing that the pink in her hair and scars would leave and her eyes would remain. 'Her scars are pink' was just meant to be something representing Enid's colorful personality and brightness, but I don't think 'Her hair and scars and bedspread and dresses are pink, Her eyes are blue' would've hit the same. But I know what you meant. Maybe I could've fit it in as a one liner, like the "The scars would be pink, Her eyes would still be blue." I dunno.

Who knows, maybe someone could make it work.

Also, I adore reading your thoughts and reactions to my writing. It's nice to scream words of love and caring relationships into the void and have it scream praise back.)

Enid's never liked black.

That's dramatic, but when isn't she? She doesn't mind black, it can complement another color greatly! But it's so. Dull. Dead. Devoid of fun and pep and springiness.

She doesn't have a favorite color. They're all too pretty and expressive to pick just one.

Green is healing and quiet and gentleness. It's the quiet of the forest after a big storm, before the water has evaporated and restarted the water cycle. It's wet blades of grass and cold leaves.

Teal, viridian, forest.

Red is bright and loud and confident. It's here and makes it everyone else's problem and never for a minute thinks it should change itself for someone else.

Pink, maroon, crimson.

Blue is sweet and shy and humble and mysterious. Aware of it's faults and accepting of them but not yielding to them, not bowing nor wallowing in them. Forgiving and listening.

Aqua, cobalt, cerulean.

Yellow is snappy, sharp and quick and bouncy. Unforgiving in itself and yet so giving. Yellow is burning sun and relaxing dawn.

Aureolin, gold, canary.

Every color has a value. A meaning, a reason.

Except black.

Black is... sad. Dark, rainy clouds and thundering skies and decay and death and nightmares. Where's the fun? The light, the pizazz, the razzle dazzle? It's unforgiving and loud and quiet and shy and sharp and quick.

Enid Sinclair dislikes black.

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Wednesday Addams is a weird roommate. That's not wrong nor mean.

She's weird as shit.

She's dark and a nightmare to be around. Quick-witted and sharp-tongued and dressed in too much black.

She's morbid, too. Obsessed with death and decay and rot and hate and sorrow.

Enid doesn't get it. Why would someone want to be sad? Angry? Mad?

It's so weird. She acts like a little pink would kill her. Like a lil' splash of gold on the cuffs of her blazer out cause her some great sickness!

At least she has some white on, other Enid fears she be better at stealth and scaring the fuck out of people.

Her freckles are dark against the pale of her nose and cheeks.

(Enid's counted them when Wednesday fell asleep at her desk once.)

(93.)

Her eyes are dark.

(So, so dark. Enid's looked so far in her eyes she knows they're gorgeously dark brown, not true black. There's flakes of gold in them. Enid wants to put gold on her cuffs and gold eyeshadow on Wednesday and watch it bring out the perfectly dark brown of her eyes.)

Her hair is dark.

(Enid wants to braid and style and touch it.)

Enid Sinclair is confused by black.

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They made it to 2nd year, against whatever gods try to off them.

Enid killed Tyler.

She finds it brings her some morbid comfort. She's safe. Thing is safe. Her friends are safe.

Wednesday is safe.

Enid no longer knows how to feel about black.

Black was what she felt when she wolfed out. Decay and death and nightmares.

Unforgiving and loud and quiet and shy and sharp and quick.

Black was darkness of the crypt and the forest.

Black was what she saw when her eyes were to sensitive to look and use after wolfing out because apparently turning means kicking those senses into high gear for a bit and mom never told her because she was so confident that Enid would never wolf out and fuck why can't she just be supported by her for once-

Black is almost Wednesday's eyes and was her clothing and hair and freckles and hair and scent (dark black coffee, dark black fresh ink, dark black belladonna berries) and Wednesday's dark black personality and-

Black is a safe color.

Safe.

She didn't think she'd feel so safe around the color of death.

Enid learns Wednesday does have color in her wardrobe, she just hides it.

There's the green in the expensive gems in her earrings.

Healing and quiet and gentle.

Viridian.

She owns this really nice red jacket. It makes her exude this warmth that Enid wants to burrow into. It makes her seem more... refined. Classy. Confident.

Maroon.

She has a dagger with a beautiful blue crystal in. Enid asked what it was- Wednesday gave her an ominous "wouldn't you like to know?" Sweet and mysterious. She doesn't wallow in her faults and doesn't yield to them. When Enid breaks down in their dorm, speaks of the way her mother treats her and how she wishes she could be better for some approval for once- Wednesday listens. She listens and forgives her when she snaps. She listens and she forgives.

Aqua.

Wednesday is snappy and sharp and quick. She doesn't apologize for her existence and when Enid quietly requests affection too close and intimate for two normal friends, she gives it.

Gold.

There's black around them all, though. And that's confusing.

Her gems are surrounded by a black metal casing, hidden in dark hair.

The inside of her maroon jacket is solid black. Well worn.

The dagger has the most exquisite obsidian black handle, the sheath it sits in is black.

Enid was incorrect and correct all at once.

Wednesday's eyes are a perfect almost-black brown.

When the lights shift and hit just right, they're all black charcoal. Waiting for a spark.

The gold in her eyes are hidden and obfuscated by black.

Sometimes by an almost-black brown.

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"Willa?"

"Yes?"

"What's your favorite color?"

"Pink and blue. What's yours?"

She stare at black hair in dark lighting, black clothing hidden in black sheets and throw blankets and quilts.

Black-brown eyes with little sprinkles of gold and love and warmth.

"Black."

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It's silly to not have a favorite color. There's something good in them all.

There's bad in all of them.

Pick what you like most. Simple.

Enid Sinclair has a favorite color.

Enid Sinclair loves black.

-Writer Anon.

God, just JAJWUAKFUAIDKDND

I don't have a reaction image bc I don't download them but sometimes having an image helps alot so have this

IT'S SO GOOD FUCKKK

WE LOVE ENID ACCEPTING HER LOVE FOR BLACK.

Black used to be empty, of nothing except a placeholder for darkness and the bugs that hide in it. It's the creak of a rusty door in deep basement, the howl of the wind in a damp forest.

Now it's filled with the memory of a person. Black is the color that filled Enid's vision that night she wolf's out. Black is the clothes her love wears as she hugs the person most deer to her. Black is the blanket thrown over them as the moon lights the sky.

BLACK IS FUCKING AMAZING AND IDK HOW TO END IT SO JUST HAVE THAT

Imma die, this is so cute

I'm happy for them

And happy for Enid too, bc im writing her time in jail and it didn't go good at all 💀 so like, warning for Enid going insane ig

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hi!! Can I make a request? A Marilyn/Laurel with a wood nymph reader (vines on her arms and legs and flowers in her hair that changes colors based on her emotions). I was thinking maybe marilyn and reader has gotten very close with their shared love of plants and despite Marilyn being a normie, the reader feels the safest with her than from anyone else at Nevermore and she tells her that which makes Marilyn fall even more for her. And maybe one day a couple of a bullies that has the power of fire tease reader, acting like they're going to set her on fire and the reader being part tree is terrified and screams. Marilyn comes running in all protective, sends the bullies to the principal's office and then comforts reader. I'll leave it up to you if it ends in smut or fluff. Have a great day and thank you! 😊

Yess!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes

Don't touch my nymph

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student, Nymph! Reader

Warnings: Bullying, angst, hurt & comfort, fluff

Word count: 3,305

Summary: She’s the only person there that understand you, that make you to feel safe. It’s useless to try to avoid your feelings…

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

You were in the woods, sitting by a tree. That way you felt safe, at ease. After all, where else could a wood nymph feel better?

Nature was your ideal environment. There you felt safe, in harmony. It's not that you didn't like Nevermore, but being the only nymph in the place made you feel a bit strange. Your classmates were not unpleasant, but they did not understand things. They were surprised to see how your hair changed according to your mood, seeing the vines run through your arms.

You were better off in the woods, at least for most of the time. There was a time when you felt better at school. Botany class. Marilyn Thornhill was normie, outside of that world unknown to most of the people. Still, you felt so much better around her than around werewolves and vampires. Your love for plants was just as intense. Maybe it was because she was the only one who seemed to understand you, even though she was someone who wasn't part of that world.

You told yourself over and over again that you only felt admiration, that your hair changed when you were with her out of nervousness, out of comfort. They were dirty lies. The feelings that surfaced in your heart were not platonic, nor were gratitude for treating you better than many of your peers. It was something else, something that made you feel small in a big world, something you didn't expect to feel when you came to Nevermore. A love so strong it could make flowers grow in a desert. You were doomed to suffer, to keep those feelings forever.

There you were, lamenting as you felt the grass and trees sympathize with you, feeling their fervent support.

“Forget it, it's impossible…” You said into the air, as if you were able to communicate with them. In part you could, but you still didn't have much mastery of those kinds of skills.

“What is impossible, (Y/N)?” A voice startled you. You turned to find that it was none other than Marilyn’s. She was looking at you fondly.

“Oh, Miss Thornhill,” you said blushing, just like your hair.

“Don't worry, I didn't mean to scare you. I hope I'm not interrupting anything,” she told you softly. You shook your head, making a superhuman effort to return your hair to its normal state.

“No, no. I was just... relaxing,” you said murmuring. She nodded smiling, sitting next to you. Now you were completely nervous.

“Me too. The best thing to forget about stress is a good walk in the woods,” she said sighing. She looked at you with that warm smile, with that smile that made your whole body shake uncontrollably.

Your hair was surely giving you away. Fortunately, you never told him what each color meant.

“For me for sure,” you said, in a painful attempt to joke. She laughed and took something out of her bag, handing it to you.

“Look how curious, (Y/N), I found this honeysuckle while walking around there,” she told you, while you were looking at that flower. It was beautiful, and the indicated place coincided suspiciously with the areas through which you had walked.

“At this time of year? It's weird,” you said looking at that flower. Most likely, you were the cause of its premature flowering. When you were happy and relaxed, you made the flowers wake up and look beautiful, full of life.

Marilyn looked at you as if she was looking at the most beautiful flower in the world. You didn't care. You weren't even able to look into her eyes.

“I would like to give it a special place at the conservatory,” she told you while you returned the flower. “It would be great if you could help me. If you want to, of course.”

“Of course. I will be delighted to,” you said completely blushing. It was common to spend afternoons in the conservatory with her. You would give anything for time to stop at those moments.

“Now it’s okay for you?” She asked. You nodded effusively, not realizing how obvious you seemed.

The two of you walked through the woods in silence. You felt the grass under your bare feet, one of your favorite sensations. The redhead looked at you and frowned for a moment.

“I don't think you should go barefoot, (Y/N). You can stick something,” she told you in a maternal tone.

“Oh, nothing's wrong. I'm used to it, and nature is my habitat. Nothing in it can hurt me,” You explained, to which she nodded interested.

The Nevermore academy was already in front of you. Now you did put on your shoes. The asphalt and artificial stone were like daggers to your feet. All the students were outside, enjoying the unusually good weather. Every time you saw one of the groups, you felt something sink into your heart.

It's not that nobody wanted to be your friend. It was just that nobody seemed to understand you. Sometimes you felt that they were ignoring you, that they did not want to know anything about you. You always had that kind of paranoia, and that's why you became somehow antisocial, dedicating all your free time to nature and plants.

Normally your classmates weren't bad, nor did they mess with you, but there were exceptions, there always were. They were a troublesome group, sent to Nevermore after causing serious fire-related incidents. It was no longer about the fear you felt for that particular element. Those guys seemed to have fun when they saw you. You didn't understand why. You never did anything bad to anyone, and you couldn't understand why some people were like that. The world was a horrible place. At least Marilyn existed, and she was with you. She was like a guardian angel, sent by something or someone to take care of you.

Passing near the pyromancers, you couldn't help but get a little closer to the redhead. You had to hold back when your instincts made your hand go to hers. That move didn't go unnoticed by Marilyn, she looked at you strangely.

“Are you okay, honey?” She asked, looking at those same boys, who didn't take their eyes off you. “What’s happening?”

“Nothing, it's just… It doesn't matter,” you said, watching your hair change to the color of the lie.

“If you have any problem you have to tell me. That's why I'm here, (Y/N),” she said, opening the conservatory door. You shook your head and tried to relax. Those boys made you nervous, so nervous that the little branches in your arms would pull back in fear.

“It's okay, I'm fine,” you lied again. Marilyn didn't buy it, and it was obvious, you had no idea of lying.

“Listen to me, (Y/N). I know how do you feel. No one said that adapting to Nevermore was easy. But believe me, you end up getting used to it,” she told you, caressing your cheek.

You widened your eyes and the fear you felt quickly vanished. She had never done anything like this. Her hands never made contact with your skin like that. They only rubbed against each other when you were working on a transplant or healing a sick plant.

That was so new to you that your whole face turned red. It was impossible for the redhead not to notice.

“Anyway, let's get to work,” she said, moving away from you, as if she somehow realized that this gesture it was perhaps too affectionate.

She took the flower out of her bag, and she told you to take an empty pot. The plants in the conservatory noticed your presence, making subtle movements towards you. You still didn't understand what they wanted to tell you, but you could sense it.

“Enough,” you whispered nervously. They were obviously rooting for something. You didn't know why, but you imagined it. Unfortunately, your status as a nymph made nature instantly understand your feelings.

“Did you say something?” Marilyn asked, distracted as she poured soil into the pot.

“Um, no, no. It's just that these plants are very talkative,” you said nervously, almost stuttering.

“Can you understand them?” She asked curiously. You nodded slightly. “It's extraordinary. If I could have done it, college would have been easier for me.”

You laughed shyly.

“Well, I still can't fully understand them. It's more like a feeling, it's not that they speak directly with me,” you explained.

When everything was ready, Marilyn took out the flower again and offered it to you.

“I never get tired of seeing you doing this,” she sighed expectantly.

You grabbed the honeysuckle from her, trying not to be flustered by her tender, loving words. The roots began to sprout while you delicately grasped the stem with your eyes closed. For you doing that was something as simple as walking.

“Perfect. We are going to put this beauty in its new home,” she told you, looking at that flower with bright eyes. When she was distracted, it was the best time to admire her beauty. You would never tire of those eyes, of that smile. You would end up crazy with love for her, if you weren't already.

Your hands coincided again when putting the flower in the pot. Your hair was unruly, changing color every second. You should learn to control that. If the redhead looked in a book what each tone meant, she would surely realize what do you feel, and after that would come the talk you didn't want to have. The talk that would tell you how impossible your love was, that her heart belonged to someone else. That you were a girl, too young, that you were her student and that you could never be anything else.

Once the flower is placed, Marilyn dusted off her hands and went to her desk, pulling out a small thermos.

“I think we've earned some tea, don't you think?” She asked you, taking out two glasses.

Your face lit up and you nodded, finally keeping a little calm.

An hour passed, two hours. Two hours of informal talk. She was amazed at your skills and you explained them to her the best way you could. You didn't talk about the academy, or the studies. It was a slightly more personal conversation.

“My goodness, how late it is,” the redhead said, as if she was surprised by how quickly time had passed. “I think we should go to dinner now or we'll run out of dessert,” she told you, amused.

You were sad to have to leave. You were so excited, so nervous to have started sharing things with her that you couldn't help but say something.

“Ms. Thornhill…” You whispered. She looked at you shaking her head.

“Please, (Y/N), call me Marilyn. I think we have trust, don't you think?” She told you softly, collecting her stuff.

“Ma, Marilyn…” You stammered. “Just…just…thank you.”

“Thank you? I am the one who has to thank you, I have never met anyone who showed the same interest in plants as I do.”

“No, it's not that…” You said, not knowing how to escape from the mess you'd just gotten yourself into. “Well, yes, that's it, it's just that…”

The redhead walked up to you and took your hand, encouraging you to speak. The poor thing didn't know that it made you even more nervous. Her caresses on your hand were soft, you felt that your skin enjoyed her touch, as if you were in one of your recurring dreams.

“Speak, honey, don't be afraid, we are among friends here,” she told you, passing her thumb through your hand. Her look was something different, more tender than usual. She said you were friends. It was a happy and sad statement at the same time. Surely friendship was the only thing you could hope for. You gained courage to continue your sentence.

“With…with you I…I feel safe… You're the only one who understands me… I just…I just want to thank you for being who you are, Miss… Marilyn.”

You already said it. It wasn't a declaration of love, but it was a subtle and discreet release of your feelings.

“Oh, honey… You're very sweet…” She said, sighing. Probably unintentionally, she pulled you a little closer to her and stared at you, as if she was debating something on her mind. Her other hand returned to your face. You couldn't help but close your eyes to enjoy that feeling. “You are also… You are…”

She couldn't finish the sentence. Something inside her head made her stop. You were crazy to hear those words, those words that told you that something had changed thanks to your little confession. You were starting to get your hopes up, but surely the rational side of her made her stop before doing what everyone would consider crazy.

“I…” You said, almost begging her not to stop. She was very close to you, and it seemed like the ideal time to expose your real feelings.

“I think, I think you should go to the dining room, (Y/N). I'll see you in class tomorrow,” she told you coldly, painfully separating from you.

You lowered your head but nodded. The color of sadness was evident on your hair.

You walked out of the building, feeling like you'd just lost the only chance you'd have with her. You couldn't stop thinking about her attitude, about what had happened. You had always been very close, from almost the first day. But this time there was something different, something very different.

You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn't realize that a group of boys was following you.

“Hey, tree-woman, where are you going in such a hurry?” One of the boys said. You turned around scared. It was them, the school bullies, those guys who seemed to have a certain interest in messing with you.

“To… To have dinner,” you answered trembling. You were too innocent.

The boys stalked you intimidatingly and you started to back away, with such bad luck that you tripped over a stone and fell to the ground, completely helpless.

“Hey guys, what do you say we do a stubble burn?” that horrible boy asked, summoning a flame on the palm of his hand.

“Yes!” The others said.

You were terrified. Fire was the worst of your enemies. You were half tree, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what that meant.

“Please, please, leave me alone,” you begged, protecting your head with your hands. Tears began to run down your cheeks. You were having a panic attack.

“Look how the baby cries. Cry baby, cry baby,” they continued mocking, bringing the flame closer to your body.

“Hey, you guys!” A voice yelled as it ran towards you. It was Marilyn.

“We were just helping her,” one of the boys excused himself. The redhead stormed towards them and grabbed his shirt tightly.

“Don't try to take me for a fool, William,” she hissed, her voice menacing. “This has gone too far, you and your friends are going to go to the principal's office right now.”

“But…”

“I said right now!” She screeched.

The thugs lowered their heads and obeyed giving you a murderous look.

“Oh, my God, (Y/N), are you alright?, have they done something to you?” She said worriedly, bending down. You shook your head, sobbing.

“No... But they were going to... They were going to... To...” You stammered. Without being able to avoid it, you threw yourself into her arms, seeking comfort.

“Shhh, honey I’m here... It’s already over. You have nothing to fear,” she told you softly, while she rubbed your back affectionately. You were crying desperately. You knew that one day their threats would come true. You were so scared that you couldn't even enjoy the redhead's hug.

“I can't take it anymore…” You sobbed, holding onto her tightly.

“Calm down, (Y/N)… You're with me and nothing will happen to you. Come, let's go to my room, I'll make you an infusion to relax.”

You obeyed and followed her around the school. Her room caught your eye, it seemed like an extension of her greenhouse. It was a beautiful place, almost as beautiful as she was.

“Drink it, honey, you'll feel better right away,” she told you, giving you a cup with a hot liquid.

“Th….Thanks,” you said, taking a sip.

“You shouldn't have kept it from me. If those guys do something to you I... I... I mean, Nevermore is here to protect you,” she said, being very careful with her words.

“No, I don't want to attract attention,” you said with a sad voice. Her hand returned to yours.

“That's complicated. You would catch anyone's attention,” she said, trying to joke. You smiled a little, imagining that the compliment wasn't meant to please or cheer you up.

“Do you really think so?” You asked, wiping away a tear. She nodded.

“Of course I do. You are an intelligent girl, with a good heart and… And you are beautiful,” she said, letting herself go.

It had been a difficult day, and your body thought much faster than your head. Without thinking about the consequences, you approached her and kissed her lips briefly. Marilyn didn't move, she just widened her eyes. You noticed how her hand began to shake.

“(Y/N)…” She sighed. She didn't run away, didn't turn away. You wanted the earth to swallow you down.

“I, I'm so sorry,” you said, getting up from the bed. Her hand on your wrist prevented you from moving.

“Wait, wait. Don’t, don't go,” she asked you.

You were embarrassed. You wanted to run away, run away, run away and not look back.

“I don't know what happened to me…” You said, sobbing again.

“(Y/N)… We… We can't…” She said, pulling you.

You didn't expect that answer. You expected a reprimand, a scolding, a rejection. That didn't sound like a rejection. A feeling of bravery washed over you.

“Can't we?” You asked, trying to reassure yourself.

“(Y/N) I… I'm your teacher… It's… It's forbidden,” she said shyly. Her eyes indicated regret, impotence.

“I don't understand. Aren't you going to tell me it's impossible?”

“Sweetie I… I… You… You mean a lot to me. I don't want to get you in trouble.”

“Does that mean you feel something?” You asked, feeling your hopes rise.

“Since I met you…” She admitted. “But no, we can't...”

“Why? No one has to find out,” you said, feeling the greatest joy of your life.

“No, don't make it more difficult for me, please…” She said, while you approached again.

“I love you,” you said, crying again, caressing her face. She looked at you and smiled for a moment, before resting her eyes on your lips.

It was inevitable. The kiss came seconds later, deeper and more sincere.

“It's dangerous,” she said as she kissed you, holding you tenderly by the waist.

“I don't care…” You answered, kissing her desperately.

“I don't want to hurt you, (Y/N)”

“You won’t do it…”

“Fuck… I… I love you…” She said, kissing your neck little by little.

“I love you…” You said panting, feeling a sensation and a new color in your hair, one you had never seen before.

That night was the most special of your life. Marilyn and you, confessing the feelings you had for each other, kissing passionately, making love. You were so happy that you even forgot about the bullying incident. Now you were with her.

“I want us to run away, (Y/N),  far away from Nevermore, far away from Jericho. Just you and me” She said while you rested on her chest.

You had no doubt, you wanted to do it, you wanted to escape with her.

“Just you and me…” You repeated.

[egg-emperor]

I don't want to vent much here anymore aside from health update stuff but this ends on a positive note and might help some people so I'm dropping it on main

I've been noticing that a lot of people are very anti recovery in multiple ways and that anon seals it. like the people who have a problem with you and call you out for every little thing they can to have a reason to hate you never actually want you to improve and change for the better

they never want you to recover. they never want you to become a better person. they never want you to heal from harassment and pain they put you through. they don't even give you the chance to change and get better if they really do think you did something wrong

and they're like that when it comes to health as well as behavior, wishing people they hate won't recover from their health issues and deserve it just because they don't like them. as if good health and life is only deserved by those they like personally

their idea of "holding you accountable" for things they think is wrong is by turning everyone against you to try to leave you alone in shame and self loathing, or try to push you to suicide. they don't tell you what you did wrong or suggest how to improve other than backhanded condescending "you're horrible I hate you get therapy and touch grass" comments

because they don't want you to improve. all they want is a reason to hate you and get rid of you one way or other, so you're alone feeling terrible mentally and/or physically because it satisfies them and they get to keep hating and disguise it as morally correct and have everyone else hate you too

those people are not worth your time and stress. they don't want what's best for you. being hurt alone and isolated after people turn against you and try to hurt you, and fearing that continuing to post and trying to get to know more people will end up getting you hurt again, or that nobody will like you is no way to live. get out there do it anyway

and don't ever let them think you don't deserve to heal physically either. they pushed me to hurt myself and spiral into many self destructive behaviors where I was sabotaging myself and I kept letting my physical health get worse while feeling like I didn't deserve the help. I came to regret it and realized I deserved better. and so do you! call your doctor

I say this wholeheartedly instead of the condescending backhanded ways those people said to me while actually just contributing to the problem knowingly. you're not manipulative or selfish for acknowledging that you're hurting and expressing your pain and you deserve to get the help you need. I wish someone had said this to me instead of accusing me of just that

realizing this and thinking this way has helped me a lot. it wasn't thanks to them that I realized my mental health was getting worse and resulting in bad behavior when I was unstable last year and that I needed to make some changes, I noticed that on my own. all they did is push me to the breaking point. and I'm convinced that the stress contributed to my chronic pain worsening and my faints increasing lately too.

they act like they're trying to help when they tell you to get therapy and touch grass but then treat you like a criminal and tell people not to interact with you like you're dangerous. or they don't even try to disguise it as help like that anon and are honest about their intentions

but it was me who realized that I needed help and decided to pick myself up and fight to get better. their cruelty and pushing and pushing me until my mental and physical health got worse did the opposite of that and made me feel like I didn't even deserve the help for a while

but I decided on my own that it was time to make a change and I've improved mentally over time with a new more positive mindset that I'm trying to stick to. but then my physical health got worse and I finally starting seeing a doctor to try to find out what's going on

I will get better. they don't want me to believe I can but I've been getting better mentally as challenging as it can be at times and I hope that has been showing in my behavior. I have anger issues and I get stressed easily but I've been working on controlling that and have been feeling calmer and more at peace

my biggest issue right now is my physical health but I feel that my mental troubles causing anger and stress have contributed to the chronic pain increase and faints from being overwhelmed by it all. so it emphasizes to me that I need to be kinder to myself and not let anger and stress consume me

and now it turns out my hate anons are anti recovery in the physical health sense too. but I'm not going to let that stop me, I deserve to get better no matter how much I'm hated and told to die. those cruel words mean nothing to me anymore with my new more positive mindset. I know their intentions and I know I deserve to get better

now the more people try to make me feel bad about myself and work to isolate me so I feel trapped in it, and the more they tell me I shouldn't recover health wise and should die, the more I want to fight to keep thriving and proving that I'm stronger than that and that they can't bring me down!

I hope I can inspire others do the same because it's really a terrible place to be when people make you believe your existence is the problem and your behavior and mental health can't improve, or that you don't deserve good health and that the only solution is to be isolated or to die, it's not true. you can and you do.

[firecrackerhh]

If the writing in HB is such a disappoint for you I suggest you quit while you’re ahead and just not bother watching Hazbin Hotel at all, obviously your standards are way too fucking high. I suggest finding something you actually like and blogging about that instead.

Also the way some “fans” talk about Vivziepop is frankly really disrespectful. It’s irrelevant that she’s a creator online and thus should expect pushback on everything she says or does, some of you go way too fucking far with it. She is still a human being who deserves respect, if you can’t give the CREATOR of a show you actively choose to watch any respect because of insignificant bullshit reasons like “they made something that personally disappointed/offended me” or because of accusations made against said creator with flimsy evidence at best, then those same people who claim the fandom is full of immature children are the most hypocritical jackasses I’ve ever seen in my life.

You want to criticize? Fine, but do not act like you’re morally above any of us who like the show when you actively choose to treat not only the creator like shit, but the fans as well. Hell I’ll be honest, if you don’t like Viv, I can’t say it bothers me that much, these idiots just shout into the void more often than not and their bitching amounts to nothing in the end anyway. But to treat the fans of HH and HB like we’re fucking idiots all because we have committed the horrible sin that is…liking something and not wanting to be bombarded with ever constant negative bullshit about it? That isn’t any more mature. That’s toddler behavior, crybully behavior even, and I don’t respect that shit whatsoever. “Waaaah these people don’t agree with my opinion on a cartoon so they’re all retarded and delusional and mentally ill I’m totally not projecting you guys waaaah!”

I do not deny that some fans go overboard with defending their favorite show, but notice how it’s all defensive, not offensive. We don’t start this shit, they bully us first, and then have the nerve to cry when we rightfully tell them how full of shit they are? What are you, a fucking baby? If you can’t handle other peoples opinions about a cartoon maybe you should fucking touch grass my dudes.

How’s that shoe feeling on the other foot? Not so nice when those criticisms are laid at your feet huh?

If you think you can do better, fucking do it then. Use your ever constant burning contempt for something useful and productive instead of sounding like a fucking whiny loser online, cuz that’s what you people sound like.

Speaking of disrespecting others…

I never want to hear any of you motherfuckers bitch about ableism ever fucking again. Retard is the nicest word I could use to refer to you fucking troglodytes. You deserve to get called that shit and worse.

Also for the love of god that’s not what gaslight fucking means you mentally challenged amoeba. Pick up a fucking dictionary.

🔥🧨~Firecracker out~🔥🧨

[alligatorjesie]

Man. You’re right @driversfavtwink , I should go outside and touch some grass.

Hey wait a minute.

I’m already outside.

This reminds me of that time I made a whole post involving an anti and how instead of telling people in this fandom to kill themselves, a thing they had done repeatedly in the past, how to go outside and touch exactly the right type of grass and to spend some fucking time doing that instead of what they were actively doing,

Which was telling people in my fandom to kill themselves.

You don’t even fucking understand just how much grass I regularly touch just to deal with anti shitwads.

And you know what this anti told me after I took all that time to record them a personalized video with extraordinarily detailed explanations on how to take care of this incredibly invasive plant?

because that’s fucking normal.

Let’s not forget how a few years ago a furry convention I go to every year was chlorine bombed by a nazi fur who was disgruntled when con staff told them we don’t allow nazis into the fucking con.

A very real thing that happened to me and over 7,000 other furries in the middle of the night in winter in Chicago.

Then a few weeks ago I counter protested with the same invasive plant info at a drag show in an attempt to block visibility to a death cult church who regularly pickets any pride events in my town like our own personal westboro baptist church.

They spent the evening telling me and everyone there how we was all gonna burn in a lake of fire.

This is were they set up and spent the next 5ish hours death proselytize a drag show.

Unlike @miguelsdumbass, I actually don't mind people knowing I'm a real person doing real things like the person I say I fucking am.

I'm not asking a child to show me proof of who the are by the way. They can tell me there the queen of fucking France for all the fucks I don't give. I just want them to fix their fucking tags and get the fuck out of this fandom space. It's the first thing I said to this chucklefuck and it'll be the last fucking thing I ever say to them.

You know, it just seems like hateful people keep encroaching on the spaces I should be safe in but for some reason assholes like you seem to think I'm overreacting when all I'm fucking doing is telling them to Leave if they hate it so much. I don't want 'em here, and the entire fucking fandom/drag show/pride event/convention don't want this hateful shit either.

It seems like I'm having a lot of trouble just going into spaces that were designated for us being interrupted by assholes who can't read the fucking room.

I’m noticing a pattern is all I’m saying.

@Miguelsdumbass here isn’t even the worst one. They’re just a child and really fucking stupid.

Which by the way @miguel-o-haras-rp, whats it like living a total lie? I remember when I was your age I lied about working for disney’s animation studios. And people fucking believed me.

The internet and fun and full of stupid people.

@miguel-o-haras-rp is not Jewish because this wasn’t even a thing on their bio until I dared to bring up nazis and that’s all this pee brained moron could think up when being compared to the same group of people who regularly tell me and my friends to kill themselves, which antis do. Telling a whole group of people they should eat shit and die for participating in a thing, that’s some nazi shit you know? The trans thing is new by the way @miguel-o-haras-rp, what argument lead to this one? Are you gonna identify as an attack helicopter next? Who knows what new personality you’ll invent in the coming weeks. A better one we can only fucking hope.

Not until you finally figure out the horrible history of antis and abhorrent anti behavior that's for fucking sure.

Antis, which shitass here openly says they’re a member of;

have been telling people to kill themselves since fucking time immemorial.

‘Anti’ is a new term but the act of being one isn’t fucking new.

nazis are anti Jewish.

Straight white conservatives are anti anything that ain’t a straight white conservatives.

@miguel-o-haras-rp is anti using common sense genetics to realize multiracial people can look multiracial.

I’ve been around the block. I know hateful people when I see them. The fact you’re defending this person says more about you than me @driversfavtwink.

I do see the irony in being told by a Adam Driver superfan, historically really fucking weird people into some weird shit but whatever you do you boo I ain't a part of that drama, are more normal than the reylos who are just enjoy a fictional canon vanilla fandom and ship, but go fucking off I guess.

I ain't never doxxed anyone. But I know a few adam driver superfans who have.

Daivers are the weird fucking people who obsessively ship Daisy and Adam, the real people and not their fictional Star Wars characters, are not to be confused with "Reylos".

We are not the same fucking thing.

No one is white washing a half white character by stating the half white character looks a little white.

Ya'll are real fucking stupid.

Also:

Antis ain’t your fucking friend.

Antis are fucking scum who tell people the most horrible shit. They’re not any fucking better than that church who pickets my local pride events or that nazi who chlorine bombed a bunch of furries because we didn't like his shitass racist opinions.

and they’re not any fucking better than real nazis, a group of people so passionately hateful they just went straight to killin’ the thing they hated.

I can and will make that comparison because

much like how nazis kept actually killing Jewish people, antis keep telling me and mine to fucking die in just about every group I'm in.

Not just in the reylo fandom, but in the furry fandom, and in the LGBTQ community too.

And that's some nazi shit and it's getting really fucking old.

And if you’re gonna act like one you can leave too shitass, fuck

[trickstarbrave]

Or maybe other people should just learn to deal with criticism like mature adults instead of throwing whiny temper tantrums and acting like a child. "Don't say anything if it isn't nice!" is a cute idea for children but not everyone should coddle your feelings. You won't improve if you only listen to what you want to hear.

anon it's true at a certain point in your creative journey you need to grow thicker skin enough to not take everything said personally. I've seen people take well meaning criticism that was entirely fair that they asked for and throw a tantrum over it saying "well obviously you hate everything I made!!" digging their heels in and refusing to improve no matter how nicely people point out the flaws holding them back, even when said flaws get in the way of them finish a project

but also people need to like. learn how to take criticism just as much as ppl learn to give it. it's a skill. and as i said in the post are they even coming to you for critique and advice? do you want to see them succeed? are you creating a safe place to give and even receive criticism yourself? creating spaces that foster them to explore new ideas and try out what was suggested in critique? the goal of critique is to foster new ideas, gain new perspective, and be encouraged to try something new so you can execute the best version of your idea as possible. not to rip someone to shreds for doing it "the wrong way"

or are you being as fucking rude to them as you are to me? because if you are treating most people you try to critique like this they are going to quit. they won't feel safe trying out your advice and getting it "wrong" again just so you or someone like you can rip them a new one over and over like they're your punching bag.

either you are here to help them or you aren't. if the only people you've had experience with critiquing are self centered thin skinned assholes who will attack and guilt trip you if you point out one flaw, im sorry for that. but most people arent like that and acting like they are makes you the asshole in fact, not them.

i will repeat it: you are either here to help them or you aren't. if you are not here to genuinely help them improve and just wanna bitch and moan and talk about how bad they are doing it, shut up and do it on your own time. because you are not being helpful, you are only here to satisfy yourself. you aren't doing them a favor by pointing out their mistakes in the bitchiest, most condescending way possible. you are making yourself feel better by being a dick to someone else. which makes you an asshole.

knock it off. get a hobby. touch some grass. watch a movie. you are just as, if not more obnoxious than people who absolutely cannot take even good faith criticism. you don't even have the balls to say this with your name attached.

[papirouge]

You should feel ashamed of yourself. You are a bully who cares more about "consistency" than what is morally correct. I do not agree with pleadianbabydoll's views but you had no right to bully a vulnerable, mentally ill girl the way you did, not to mention the way you mocked her for being abused and taken advantage of by men. And it looks like you're doing the same to someone else and mocking her views the same way. Why are you so concerned with people following the rules? Morality will always take priority over consistency.

I never bullied anyone. You said it yourself, pleadiandoll was mentally ill and she constantly rehashed many lies about me (and I assume other people) that for some reason you seem to believe without any evidence....

Did you know she started accusing me of posting stuff on lolcow when it wasn't me, said I was the one to send mean anons on tumblr (I never sent anon hate in my entire life) and despite me saying it wasn't me she kept publicly exposing me as being a bully? (which is lowkey defamatory) Do you even realize that by rehashing her lies you are de facto an accomplice to this defamation ? ...but I am the bad person? ...okay.

And please, find me where I mocked her about being abused? I only told her to stop jumping from one relationship to another and learn to live without men. However I just pointed out her hypocrisy of calling other women misogynist slurs, branding herself as a pure angel to look down on literally anyone else when she herself made very questionable life choices...

There's nothing morally incorrect in how I engaged with her. I regret nothing, and I knew since the beginning she'd end up tired of acting up online. Once again: I was right. If anything, she left because the burden of her own hypocrisy was too much to bear. She's better off healing offline imo. You talk about her haters, but she also had a bunch of enablers who ironically did care less about her well being then her 'haters' who at least had the benefit to slap some self awareness to her (like huh, yeah, stop calling Black women racist slurs online??)

And I have no idea who that other me person is. You guys need to cut out with the persecution complex. Maybe.....those girls are just annoying & unlikable to the point of pissing off anyone out there. I know cause I regularly get mean anons and I'm not here to whine about some alleged conspiracy against me.... That's just the internet.

There's no conspiracy against mentally ill uwu trad softgirl uwu to bully them into deactivating. Like- could you stop being self centered?? You all need to grow up and touch grass.

[robuttsinyourthighs]

I looked myself up on Tumblr out of morbid curiosity from that last anon and there are LITERALLY only a couple posts I found mentioning me being cringe and that I'm apparently a "Starscream Stan iceberg". Something about me writing tickle fetish stuff? (I remember being spammed by someone asking and I'm not into that stuff so I made a cute take and then quit answering their asks)

It's a lot of people who just generally seem to take fandom WAAAY too seriously. I gotta say I'm kind of proud of them for not tagging me or directly coming after me because the rules of fanfic and fandom engagement is usually "don't like don't read" and "don't like don't interact". So kudos to you.

I also saw a screenshot of me saying somewhere "former weeaboo (which is actually a racist term)" and them cringing and doing the equivalent of "go touch some grass". I thought it would be interesting to delve into that for a second.

Just for anyone curious - some time in the past decade or two I believed Weeaboo was derived from j**aboo - a racist derogatory word for black people. My belief was that it was similar to the term "w**ger" which is obviously the N word replaced with W to be a derogatory term meaning "white person acting black". While wigger IS NOT racist against white people, it is derived from an offensive word and is STILL an insult meant for black people and meant to shame white people for "acting black". My logic went with the same thing for weeaboo so... Yeah. I didn't mean that it's "racist to white people". It's just likely derived from words that are already derogatory for minorities and I didn't want to subscribe to it.

Through middle school and high school I posted a lot about that sort of jazz and through my twenties fell into transformers and was trying to break away from it and learn, trying to break away from the microaggression shit I picked up from my family and public school. I misstepped a lot, and did and said some stupid shit for sure. If you guys want to cringe at seeing someone trying to better themselves then I guess that's your prerogative and, in my opinion, a waste of time.

TLDR:

Since I apparently have people that let me live in their head rent free - I hope you find better things to do with your time and enjoy OTHER stuff online. If you block me you'll be able to enjoy your time much more. 💖💖💖💖

[stonebutchwritings]

you really don’t think before posting things on the interwebs huh? You’re really fucked in the head, it’s sad really. No one ever came at your partner for her looks or diagnoses, you just want to make up shit. Awww I’m such a victim, let me be incredibly immature and whine while being antisemitic and racist. It’s completely unacceptable. Get over this you sad fuck. Go touch grass. Write a book. Play in traffic.

cw this dumbass shit again sorry followers i will cleanse the dash with some lesbianism after this. if u dont know what this is about, god i wish that were me

btw this person is @femme/liarity or one of her asshole followers harassing me and stalking my blog bc i critiqued femmes for acting like babies separate from them and also because me and my femme (not a call out post) talked about the experiences we had w them exiling her from a community with no contact and not even a single shred of decency to say anything to her face... just leaving her to think she's unlikeable and then later finding out you called her a predator. also we have literal screenshots of the convos with ppl who were in direct contact w u saying stuff about supposed predation but okay that’s just fabricated!

god you cowards rlly can’t say shit to anyone's face huh? i literally never called you or your friend a tradwife. you’re extrapolating to play victim again. also "you’re really fucked in the head" but its not about anyone's actual real life conditions huh (not diagnoses! we actually have this shit!).

"neither of them seemed willing to listen" MOTHERFUCKER WE TRIED TO CONTACT YOU? YOU BLOCKED US ON EVERYTHING? YOU NO-CONTACTED US AND THEN WE WERE TOLD FROM A N O T H E R PERSON THAT YOU INFORMED THEM ABOUT US BEING PREDATORY. you know who could have fixed the fabrication of your dumbass lie? YOU, IF YOU HADN'T LITERALLY SAID NOTHING TO MY FEMME AND HAD HER REMOVED FROM A SERVER AND THEN TOLD OTHER PPL SHE WAS A PREDATOR.

"not interested in taking accountability" mf for what?? you still won’t make anything clear to anyone and no situation has been solved you've just isolated ppl and made them feel like shit??

"it's racist for a white person to critique the femininity of a femme of color" literally i was critiquing as a whole, your femininity just was part of a larger concept with other ties, your section mostly being oh i’m just a baby and i can’t be found guilty of doing anything wrong bc i’m feminine and just a little kitten and i wear lace dresses. if that shoe fits, wear it, but i was literally talking on my OWN blog about my own thoughts on femininity being used as an infantilization tactic separate from your stuff once someone asked me abt my supposed "policing" of gender conforming femmes-- nice to know youre stalking every single ask i answer though, so i know you'll see this one! not to mention my main concept that i made clear was that it was not my critique to make but an observation i made based on a post i repeatedly linked by a femme of color. you’re grasping at literal straws.

i’m sorry if you felt like i was applying the term tradwife to you or your friend or whatever, but i make it pretty obvious that my blog doesn't explain everything for ppl who lack reading comprehension. not only that, but i didn't even know about those origins, so it wouldn't have been conscious. and not only that, but it wasn't integral to my argument, so if you want, i'd be happy to remove the word and the rest of it would still make sense.

0/10 please come back with a better fabrication of what i did wrong next time you send an anon (and i know you will bc you’re the one obsessed w me bestie. i havent sent you a damn anon)

adding more bc i dont wanna clog my feed w the posts.

literally the amount of lies in that stupid ass post should be proof enough that none of it is true. how are you going to say someone was "harassing" people after being removed. literally she didn't know a damn thing about why she was removed of course she's going to reach out to server members to try and find out lmao???

[deviantartdramanow]

ohhhhh boy.

I used to think clubby was just some funny dude who liked to role-play, and when I found him roleplaying with one of my besties, I felt like I wanted to rp with him too, but I guess I didn't want to pop in and ask him if he wanted to rp cuz that would be rude.

and then a year later he sent me a note asking if I wanted to rp with him. I said ok, he asked me what my interests were which was weird? since I could use any interest (except problematic stuff of course) and when he started the rp.

I was excited until he went "ok now I have this character hypnotize this character and make them act like a baby" and then he went on to mention fucking diaper changing on them. and even worse? he chose underage characters for the diaper shit, like Lincoln loud, wednesday Addams, some total drama contestants, I don't recall which one he used, but I do remember they're canonically underage, and of course his 9 year old oc eduard. idk why he made that oc 9 smh

and later on one of my friends called pedoverse out on his discord server after he sent him a note asking to rp, and my friend said he randomly sent a whole lot of people notes asking to rp which is annoying. he also had a channel about him (his discord server had separate channels to rant on problematic users like him) and there a user showed a screenshot about their friend getting uncomfortable after dream wanted to involve teenage twilight sparkle in diapers, and asking "wHy DoN't YoU lIkE pEoPlE wItH sPeCiAl NeEdS"? after the friend said they were uncomfortable.

and speaking of special needs, I am an autistic person myself, and that excuse he made to do disgusting rps with minors and just be a creep in general really fucking offends me. and how he didn't cut ties from that cuck who drew porn of Cassandra and still supported menslady even after reading a comment about her homophobia further describes how he doesn't deserve to be respected on the internet as a whole. so yeah. after seeing the news and him being a fucking creep in my notes, I've lost respect in him.

so dreamiverse if you are reading this: you might think you are innocent and you are being "bOoLiEd" but nobody is bullying you. you bought this upon yourself. you continue to ask everyone including MINORS you meet to change your 9 year old oc's chris chan wannabe diaper and wipe his dirty butthole with their bare hands despite being called out for it on here and on several posts on da and that's why we are calling you a pedophile. and don't fucking play the special needs card, because special needs does not give you an excuse to creep out other people with your diaper bs.

if you never wanted this blog to go after you, then pick out something else to rp with than changing underage character diapers. or at least accept it if people don't want to rp with you. if they don't want to rp with you then find someone else. or better, go to a site for roleplaying, because da is an art site and not an rp site. and if you want to do diaper rp with someone, age check the characters you want to add to the rp (you might want to age up eduard to 18 or make a new oc who is an adult) and make sure you're rping with adults only.

anyways, either clean up your act, nick, or get the hell off the internet and touch grass.

that's all I have to say about this prick.

(won't ask proof for this since you can simply go on his about page and scroll into the comments and you'll see the same fuckin "my name is nick, want to rp in notes or chat???" over and over, and stuff mentioned above is in the pinned post)

-Mod S

[msexplorer]

To Love A Girl Who Wanders You must know that her soul yearns for movement. The beat of a drum, the whistle of a train and the summit of a mountain are all the same language to her, urging her to move. Your voice and your touch, too, can speak the language of movement. That is the second thing you must know. If a girl who wanders loves you, her soul will sway to the cadence of your words. A girl who wanders sees poetry in everything, from the magnificence of the stars to the dance of a blade of grass. If you love her, you must realize that you are poetry as well. Write her haikus in kisses and limericks in tiny gestures. She will understand what you mean. If you love a girl who wanders, run beside her. Not ahead of her or behind her, for both of these will quickly try her patience, but beside her. Do not follow or lead her to the highest peak or the tastiest food truck in sight; rather, join your paths and walk with her. Match your stride to her, and she just might do the same. This is a girl, a woman, a being who is accustomed to following her instincts and making her own way. She probably travels alone, makes friends easily on the road (bidding them farewell just as easily), and ignores the ‘Do Not Enter’ sign. Compromise does not come naturally to her. Be patient. The constant give and take of a relationship will take time for her to learn, but when she does, you will find her more generous, more compassionate than you could have imagined. For a girl who wanders has made a study of empathy. She is made of water. She knows fluidity and change. If you love a girl like this, you must discover the secret of holding her in your eyelashes, for she will slip through your fingers. Sometimes the water in her will spill over. You don’t have to ask why. Your presence is enough. To love a girl who wanders, realize that wanderlust is a true affliction. When her gaze is unfocused and her thoughts far away, know that she dreams not of other people, but of other worlds. Dream with her of caravans in the desert and of sea journeys centuries ago. Help her plan road trips, buy plane tickets, or even build a tent in the living room when there are no better options. Her craving for adventure cannot be suppressed for too long, and if you love a girl who wanders, you will be on the seat beside her when it is time to go. To show this girl your love, bring her wildflowers and found objects—she will appreciate the journey that went into their gathering. Dance with her whenever you can. Share her joy as she spins, gypsy skirts flying outward. Listen to her stories, for she will have many—both true and remembered—and save your own in a carved hollow in your mind for when she asks you to tell her one. To love a girl who wanders, be prepared to say yes. Yes to adventures. Yes to treasure hunts and hopeless quests. Yes to a lifetime of searching. Do this, and she will, quite possibly, say yes to you. A girl who wanders may not have many roots. You must offer her the depths of your heart and soul in which to plant sturdier ones. To act as soil and sustenance for another person’s spirit is both a privilege and a responsibility— never take it lightly. If you love a girl who wanders, only give her what she can carry—nothing bigger than your heart. Anything larger would be a waste. Accept her need to seek—strive to comprehend it, even—and comfort her when the leaves fall across her path and she feels lost. Let her wander through the labyrinth of your mind, and marvel at the beauty she finds there. Hold her in your eyelashes, the lines of your hand and the ridges of your forehead, and wander with her.~ ~Toby Israel

[ginger-grimm]

First of all eleanorstulip, I have never spoken to you before in my whole sorry life. I don't follow you. I don't know who tf you are. Stop parading about spreading lies, saying I am 'harassing' you. I didn't ever have beef with you but I do now. But I'm going to be the better person and ignore you after this. I wish you well lmao, now go and touch some grass.

You want to make another damned Chrissie oc, you do it babes. I am just lmao at seeing y'all make fools of yourselves invading our ST fandom. I see Nikki being 'enabled' by her clique friends. Nikki, babes, stop social climbing. I see Cat's popularity going down the drain faster than diarrhea. Babes, making ST ocs isn't going to bring back your crown lmao. Tess, shut TF up, what part of that don't you understand? Maddie, you are a joke and you know it. I gatekeep because you make me gatekeep. We don't want our fandom fucked up by you and your creepy friends bringing drama. Dina, shut tf up too. Ridea, you suck. Get a life or something. Pet a cat. Pick a daisy. Just get off Tumblr.

Hey, you dumb fucking cunt. I don't know if somebody shit in your brain or if you think I'm stupid, but you used this exact same language in the message you sent me last week, maybe a mere 20 minutes after I made my intro post for Connie ("touch some grass", blah blah blah) as evidenced here.

You then went on to attack @asirensrage for making a Stranger Things OC and now you're moving down the ranks. I never said you were 'harassing' me, I said you sent me two spiteful anons, which you clearly did do. I genuinely don't think it's more than one anon doing this. It's you, it has always been you, being jealous and hateful to other people because I guess you don't have much else to do in your 'sorry life'. Maybe the reason people don't interact with you or your content is because you treat them like shit and don't even notice it, ever thought about that?

Nobody is 'invading' this fandom. I've been watching this show since almost the beginning and simply didn't have an idea for an OC until this season. And even if that weren't the case, you don't own this show. People can do whatever the fuck they want.

And guess what, you are not the better person. And you never will be. You are a pathetic excuse of a human being who thinks attacking creators will get you anywhere while still hiding behind that fucking grey face. Come to my PMs with your real blog and we can have a fucking chat. Only I know you won't do that because you're a fucking pussy.

Get your act together and stop trying to make yourself seem like the patron saint of the Stranger Things fandom because you're more like the fucking Judas than anything.

[tenderbittersweet]

When I was a struggling, traumatized teen, every adult in my life told me to move on, let it go, put it down. And every time I'd beg them to tell me how, no one had an answer. They'd tell me, "It'll just happen. You just have to do it." But when? But how? They'd say, "You just will. You just have to." Just just just. They really made "just" do a lot of heavy lifting. Well, I won't torture you or anyone else about the hows. Happiness, peace, and recovery shouldn't be an indecipherable secret. Here's how I did it:

Fill your time up in new ways

🗝: Get a hobby. Collect shells, bird watch, board games, book club. Find a friend who likes those things too. Find twelve. Find a place to put your attention that isn't a screen. (This is what people mean when they say "touch grass." They mean do something tactile.)

🗝: Make something. Cook, bake, sew, weld, knit, write, paint, building blocks, Legos. Show yourself that you have the power to create something, even if it "sucks." Because you are not broken. And if you feel like you are, you are able to make something new and unique, and there has never ever been anything like the thing you made and there never will be anything like it in existence again.

🗝: Do something active. As absolutely exhausting and cheesy and fake as it sounds, lying in bed or laying on the couch leaves you with nothing to do but obsess. I've legitimately gotten up from my bed while sobbing to take a walk around my block because I knew that's what I needed to do. Your bed will be there when you get back. Make your body do the stuff you know it can do.

🗝: Fill your head with new thoughts. Watch a new show, a movie, play, listen to slam poetry, listen to a new artist, check out a podcast. Your brain will love having something new to work with. Your brain will create new neural pathways, which will help you emotionally and mentally.

🗝: Don't look back. This doesn't mean never think about your past. It means to stop saying "would/should/could" when you do. It already happened. It can't be changed. Shaming yourself won't make anything different. You don't have to like it. It's okay to be angry and hurt.

🗝: Learn to emotionally regulate. This mean to stop self-harming. And there are so many ways we hurt ourself that isn't cutting. Stop staying up so late that you have no energy the next day. Stop letting yourself be too cold on purpose when you go out in the winter. Stop taking showers that burn your skin. Stop biting your nails until they bleed. Instead: squeeze playdough, get a fidget cube, pop bubble wrap, tear up paper, punch a pillow, scream into a pillow, ground yourself, call someone, scribble.

🗝: Leave toxic people behind. It's better to be totally alone than surrounded by people who hate you and mistreat you. You don't owe them an explanation. You're allowed to ghost shitty people. We often echo those around us. You'd be surprised how changing your conversation partner can infinitely lift your spirits. Being with friends shouldn't fill you with dread.

🗝: Let yourself rest. This can be scary because it means being a lone with your thoughts. But there are workarounds. Lie down and listen to music. Take a shower and listen to a podcast. Lie down and listen to an audiobook. Lie down and listen to ASMR. Go to a public place and people watch and listen in on conversations. Lie down and watch YouTube or TikTok. Lie down and scroll social media. For these last two, give yourself a time limit or restrict which tags you scroll to be positive, funny, aspirational, and/or educational. This isn't the time to doom scroll or to intentionallyl digest triggering material.

Disclaimer: I'm not a doctor or a healthcare provider. I'm just a person who's gone through years of one-on-one therapy, as well as CBT, DBT, and ACT group therapy. I've done a lot of healing and soul-searching. It is not a linear process. You will fuck up, and it will suck when you do. It's a matter of continuing to try, even if it feels pointless, stupid, or cringey. Let yourself try something new. Let yourself make mistakes. Find something new to love. Learn to love, or at least support, yourself. I really hope this helps. 💛