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[lucabyte]

transfem loop + siffrin... you agree

i does agree.... i does in fact ... write a 7k word essay on the subject..... if you would like to perhaps click that link and read it if you were not already aware...... kisses u on the forehead......... sorry its that long but i had to cover all of my bases you know how it is with textual analysis when you're trying to draw a distinction between "headcanon" and "reading of the text" because those are different things.... to meeeeeeee.......

[bbieangel]

No outbreak!Joel Miller x Nonbinary!Reader

A/N: This was requested and I loved writing it! I hope you like it. I feel like Joel would be very understanding if he had a partner with an uterus.

Summary: You have a really bad period and your boyfriend, Joel, does his best effort to help you feel better.

Tags: Fluff! Reader cries a lot. No gender specified (anon asked for a non-binary reader so that's what I did) so the only thing that's mentioned is that reader really struggles with their period! pet names (darling, honey, sweetheart, baby), mentions of blood (obvs) and nausea.

Word count: 3.8k

Separators are by @saradika-graphics ! 🫂

You hate having your period. I mean, who doesn't really?

But yours isn't normal. At all. And even though your doctor said the pill would help, it hasn't. The bleeding has lessened, but your cramps are so bad that you'll spend five days a month staying in bed. Luckily, you worked from home so you didn't have to take days off.

Joel is aware of it, and if he had the power he would do anything to get rid of your suffering.

While he's out doing running some errands, you're in bed. Nausea runs through your throat every time a cramp hits you, to the point where you start to cry. Your body is hot, you're sweating and you don't know what else to do to help it.

When he opens the door to your apartment and hears your muffled cries, he leaves the bags on the kitchen counter and runs up to you.

"Oh, darlin'.."

He says with a clear look of worry in his face, and pulls you in the most comforting hug.

"What's the matter? Does it hurt a lot or are ya just sad?"

Between sobs you manage to tell him that it hurts. That's when he pulls you away and sees how pale your skin looks, as you haven't been able to eat a lot.

He gently brushes your hair away from your face, some strands wet from your tears.

"How 'bout this.. I'll fill up the bathtub with warm water, light up some candles and make you something to fill up that empty stomach. I read that warm baths can help ease the pain."

Oh, of course he read it. He's always doing his own research on how to treat your period cramps, how to make those days better. He's always been so gentle even when you're overwhelmed from everything and push him away. He understands, or at least tries to.

You nod softly and wipe your tears away, a smile tugs at the corners of your lips when he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Be right back, 'kay? Don't leave the bed."

He whispers as he goes into the bathroom, you can hear the water rushing. He puts a little bit of lavender in it and a bathbomb, a red one, as he knows you aren't really fond of blood.

Then he goes into the kitchen and prepares a cup of hot chocolate with lots of marshamllows in it, just how you like it.

"Come here, my love."

He says in the most gentle tone and helps you get out of bed. He grabs a pair of clean pyjamas and underwear for you.

You look behind you and notice that you've stained the bedsheets, which makes the waterworks start again.

"What happened?"

He asks, cupping your face. You point at the bed and mumble multiple apologies.

He shushes you and leads you into the bathroom.

"Hun, it's just a stain. Ya know I could never get mad at you for something that isn't your fault. Also, you think I can't handle a bit of blood?"

He jokes, trying to lighten up the mood which works, as you chuckle.

"There's my baby.."

He says softly and strokes your cheek. He helps you get out of your clothing and your cheeks burn red, even though you've been his partner for years now.

He presses a kiss on your lips, which makes your body instantly relax. It's tender, loving, and you melt in his arms. His fingers softly trail up and down your arms, then he rests his hands on your shoulders.

"You're so beautiful.. nothin' to be ashamed of."

He whispers and leads you into the tub. As soon as you get in, a shiver goes down your spine as you feel the pleasure of the warm water hit you instantly. Your muslces relax, your uterus stops contracting so hard and for the first time in hours, you take a deep breath.

"There you go.."

He mumbles and hands you the cup full of hot chocolate. There's a table on the side of your bathtub, something he had crafted you as he knows you like to take long baths. He had carved his name into it, along with a moth. You smiled to yourself, remembering when you first saw it.

He's about to leave the room to let you relax on your own when you mutter a soft "no".

"What's that, hun?"

He turns around.

"Don't leave.."

You say, your tears had stopped going down your cheeks and only trails of them could be seen.

"Then I'll stay right by your side."

He gives you a warm smile and sits down on the floor besides the tub, then strokes your cheek lovingly. You two spend time there just bonding, memories from when Ellie and Sarah lived with him blossom in the conversation. He tells you he's dealt with their periods before and would do anything to take their pain away. "I would never judge you, I've seen my own daughters go through this." He reassures you.

Even if you've been together for years, you still need some reassurance. Hearing him say it just makes your heart warmer, and you press a kiss on the back of his hand as a way to let him know that you've understood his point.

Once you're out of the shower, fresh and clean, you notice that Joel has already changed the sheets for you. The smell of the floral perfume he sprayed on them makes your chest warm.

"Want me to dry your hair?"

He offers with the hair-dryer in hand.

You nod with a smile and he goes at it, his fingers brushing through your hair as the warm air hits your scalp. When he's done, he helps you get in bed and he does the same.

He pulls you up to his chest, and hands you a pill.

"Just in case, we don't want the cramps to come back."

He smiles and you chug it down with water. After that, you cuddle up to your chest and mumble a sweet "I love you".

"I love you too, darlin'. And I love how clingy you get when you're on your period."

You nudge him softly and shake your head, even if you know that what he's saying is true.

A small laugh comes out of his mouth and you could swear you wouldn't be able to live without it.

You both watch a tv show until you fall asleep in his arms. He smiles at himself, remembering how lucky he is to have you.

"Good night."

He whispers and he turns the tv off, shifting his body to find a comfortable position before going into a sleep slumber.

The groceries were forgotten on the kitchen counter. Not that he cares, though, because to him nothing matters more than you.

[raptorfae53]

Ever After High Reimagined: Maddie Hatter Character Bio/Redesign

Maddie Hatter

TeaGender Aromantic (tea/teaself)

Child of the mad hatter (Ghanaian-British)

Maddeline Xylophone Hatter (amongst myriad names) has a tendency to be underestimated, at a surface glance most assume Maddie to be well…mad, a teatime-and-crumpets obsessed oddball with a penchant for crazy hats and brainteasing riddles, not to mention a habit of noticing and talking to seemingly nothing as if a person was there…But if you get to know tea as tea's predominantly rebel and wonderlandian friends do it's an entirely different story, Maddie is fiercely loyal, caring, emotionally intelligent and despite loving tea's future as the next mad hatter is wholly supportive of tea's friends rebelling,much to the puzzlement of tea's royal classmates, then again in a mad world as ever after maybe…as the saying goes,only the mad are sane…

Likes: Tea, hats ,baking biscuits, riddles and playing a range of wacky instruments.

Dislikes: coffee,rude customers,tea's friends being upset, the insistence of others of the impossible, and being away from wonderland.

Spellbinding Style: Victorian inspired fashion based on aspects of both male and female outfits of the day, with some typically bright and crazy wonderland colours to boot! Of particular note of course are maddies cherished collection of hats,there being at least one available for every day of the week and then some, always comically oversized and adorned with this,that and everything else in between, not to mention everything found inside them…

Companion creature: Earl Grey the mouse. The walls of the mad tea shoppe are beset with mice, however instead of pests said mice happily help the Hatters run their tea shop, serving tables, washing dishes and the like. Earl is maddies personal assistant, and when not on the job takes naps in the many deep pockets of tea's coats.

Hexworthy vex: People making tea in a microwave. It takes a lot to make a Hatter genuinely and literally hopping mad but this is one of those things, blondie did it last year to see if the rumors were correct and needless to say she won't be doing it again anytime soon…

“Oh Curses” moment: Maddie has a tendency to slip into tea's native riddlish if tea talks for long enough,stupefying those tea's talking to and usually forcing tea to sheepishly repeat teaself in English. Being the good friends that they are, Raven and the other Rebels have taken it upon themselves to brush up on the language themselves as to not catch their friend out…

Storied Secret: less of a secret, but maddie is aware that there's…something out there, and it's watching and commenting on tea and tea's friends,mind you it is a pretty open secret,Maddie often talking with them in public in and outside of school, but usually people brush it off as typical hatter madness,regardless maddie has decided to keep an eye out about for them for now…

Deepest Wish: To be able to live in Wonderland again. For as adaptable as maddie can be to most circumstances, sometimes tea gets awfully homesick for the place, Ever After is an admittedly strange,nonsense place filled with strange,arbitrary rules and wonderland just…clicked y'know, Regardless Maddie puts on a brave face, the rebels have more pressing problems anyhow and tea's sure wonderland will eventually bounce back to its old self…right?

Five Fantastical Facts:

Like all Wonderlandians, Maddie doesn't entirely proscribe to eah's binary sense of gender in regards to visual and verbal presentation, and along with tea’s dad uses neopronouns pertaining to tea to describe teaself.

Maddies hat is its own pocket dimension, full of multitudes of things both completely random and surprisingly useful, the space insode being big enough to literally get lost in. Maddie teaself tumbled out of tea’s dad's hat one day as a baby, tea's dad raising her as tea's singular parent.

Maddie works part-time in her Father's mad tea shoppe after school and on weekends, serving up all sorts of tea and brewed concoctions. It's a favourite place for the Rebels to hang out together and catch up on homework after school along with much of the wonderlandian diaspora about the neighbourhood.

One of maddies favourite hobbies is baking biscuits to add to the tea shoppe's retinue out of all sorts of wild ingredients, tea's friends always willing to try out a few of teas newest creations, with Cerise preferring the umami flavoured ones,Hunter the ones with floral and earthy notes, and Raven the sweet,if tart treats.

Maddie plays the keyboard, among many,many other wacky and whimsical instruments if needed as a part of Raven and The Rebels. Said keyboard is adorned with all manner of noisemaking gizmos,thingamabobs and whatnots to add a mad kick to the Rebels latest songs…

The first of week 2's profiles and the Rebel of this week's set is Maddie, the Rebels tea loving heart and Raven Queens first and best friend ever after!

Further information and thoughts down below:

Maddie is a very fun character concept to me. I've seen it mentioned that in the original book the Mad Hatter is the epitome of a useless adult, on the contrary,Maddie is a very capable adolescent. I like the idea that despite peoples assumptions of tea as a beverage-crazed loon, Maddie is really the rebels rock, always ready with a brew and a pack of biscuits if a friend or otherwise wants to chat about something with tea.

Another idea that adds to this is my take on the Evil Queen's curse on wonderland and how it affects the Wonderlandians in the cast. My versions of Maddie,Lizzie,Kitty and the rest are for all intents and purposes, war refugees, displaced by events beyond their control, forced to up sticks to a safe, but unfamiliar and in a lot of cases unwelcoming new place and make do with what little they've got. In this case it's Maddie and tea's father having to turn their favourite recreational thing,teatime into a marketable skill in the form of a teahouse and as a consequence working their butts off to get by, something Raven notices and feels guiltily responsible for on behalf of her mother on her first visit to the place. Maddies had to grow up a lot quicker than tea's Ever-Aftian peers as a result of the Wonderlandians displacement, though through it all stands Maddie's stalwart,optimistic belief that they'll all be able to go back to wonderland someday, no matter how impossible it seems.

This belief in the impossible and inconceivable is also partly why Maddie, despite the circumstances, doesn't blame Raven for them despite her insistence on being sorry for her mothers sake, as well as why tea is immediately ready to throw in with the rebellion effective immediately, tea's a lot like tea's father but tea also understands that tea isn't him, tea's Maddie, and Raven is just Raven and so on and so forth, and that maybe escaping the confines of destiny and being your own person isn't impossible in turn.

Anyways, the rebels work so well together because Raven and Maddie work well together. They are best friends and closest confidants, fill in for each other's shortcomings well, the Rebels as a whole are founded on both Raven's ambition and Maddie's wisdom and their shared heart,optimism and kindness, they're essentially the perfect pair...

[echo-goes-mmm]

Moonflower #15

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Warnings: domestic abuse, alcoholism

Note: Ari is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns

Kit considered the pull-rope in the corner of his room. He’d seen Iris use hers once, to call a servant to pick up a dress that needed ironing before the usual laundry day.

Kit bit his lip. Slaves shouldn’t get to call servants, but how else would he be able to contact David?

He pulled the heavy cord, and waited.

It was only a few minutes before a servant appeared at his door. It wasn’t David, but someone he hadn't seen before.

“You rang for me, uh…?” they floundered for a title.

“Just Kit, please.” 

“What can I do for you, Kit?” The servant had a nice smile.

“Do you know David? I need to ask him to do something for me.”

“Oh, sure! I’ll go get him for you.” The servant turned to go.

“Thank you. Oh, um, what can I call you?” 

They looked back, confused. “You want to know my name?”

Kit worried the sleeve of his shirt. “Is that… odd? Sorry.”

“No. Well- a little. Most people don’t ask. I’m Ari.”

Kit winced at the wording. It wasn’t Ari’s fault they weren’t familiar with introducing themselves to faeries.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said instead.

Ari gave him a smile. “You too,” they said. “I’ll go get David.”

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David nervously walked down the hall to the royal wing. Kit had asked for him; for a favor, and he didn’t know what to expect.

He tugged on the sleeves of his uniform. It was a hot day, too hot for long sleeves, but it covered his marks.

He hoped Kit wasn’t mad at him for leaving so quickly. Dad had already been upset when he got home early, and he couldn’t handle more people yelling at him right now.

David took in a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” called Kit.

David turned the handle and stepped inside, closing the door as quietly as possible.

Kit turned to look at him, and David suppressed a shudder.

The fae looked calm, but David couldn’t help but be wary. Kit was tall, and probably unnaturally strong, and had sharp teeth and strangely bright eyes and could do magic-

“Are you alright?” asked the faerie.

“Yes,” he squeaked.

The fae crossed the room towards him, and David tried his best to stay still.

“Hey,” said Kit, hand brushing over his, gently taking it in his. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Faeries couldn’t lie.

“Okay.”

Kit’s thumb rubbed a small circle on the back of his hand. “I just want to talk to you.”

“Okay,” he said. He couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Kit tugged him along to the couch, and David automatically sat down after him.

“I know we don’t really know each other. But, um, if someone’s been hitting you, I can help.”

Oh. 

“It’s nothing,” he said. “It’s not like that.”

Kit tilted his head, his bright teal eyes watching him like a cat watches a mouse. Or at least, that’s how it felt.

“What’s it like, then?”

David bit his lip. “It’s not his fault,” he muttered.

“Who?”

Kit wasn’t going to let it go, was he?

“My dad,” he admitted. “But it’s really not his fault. He just gets angry, sometimes, and he’s been stressed. He’s fine the rest of the time.”

David knew what Kit was going to say.

“It’s still not right. We can get you help; away from-”

“I won’t go,” he blurted, and Kit went quiet. “I’m all he’s got left. Mom died, and I can’t-” David’s voice broke- “I can’t just leave him. He needs me.”

“Does he?” asked Kit quietly. 

David nodded, tears beginning to gather at the corners of his eyes. “Family sticks together. And he needs the money I bring home.”

“He doesn’t work?” 

David thought about the empty bottles of alcohol in the house, the smell of old beer and whiskey, the stench of drink on Dad’s breath.

“He’s sick,” he said, instead of the truth. “He never got better after mom passed away.”

Kit didn’t look convinced. “If you ever change your mind,” he said gently. “I’ll do whatever I can.”

David nodded. “Thanks. I uh, better get back to work.” He stood to go, but Kit grabbed his hand again.

“I mean it,” said Kit, the scent of fresh flowers flooding the room. “Freely offered, freely given. I promise.”

David shivered, a tingle of magic running up his spine. “Thank you.”

___________________

He pushed open the door to the cottage, the acrid smell of old wine hitting him square in the face.

“I’m home,” he called out into the house.

“Shut the damn door,” grumbled Dad, his face buried into the couch cushions. He must be hungover again.

David closed the door. Dad glared at the sound, even though David had already oiled the latch a dozen times.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “Have you eaten today?”

“Obviously not,” said Dad. “You were at work.”

“Right. I’ll, uh, make dinner.”

David left the room before Dad could ask if he got more hours.

He checked the pantry. It was mostly empty; he hadn’t had the time to go to the market. And there was no way he would ask Dad to go get groceries. That never went well.

There was enough to throw together a soup, and some bread to help fill them up, but that was all he could manage.

___________________

“Is that it?” frowned Dad, staring at his bowl.

David’s heart sank. “I haven't gone shopping yet,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

Dad rolled his eyes. “Did you at least get a better work schedule?”

David looked down at his bowl. “No,” he whispered.

Dad slammed his fist on the table, and David jumped. “Dammit, David,” he hissed, “Can’t you get anything done?”

“I- the schedule is already made for next week,” he explained, “if you had asked me earlier-”

“Don’t you dare pin this on me, boy.” Dad jabbed his spoon in his direction. “It’s not my fault you’re useless. Do you even care about me?”

“I do!” he protested.

“Then do better. Am I understood?”

David bit his lip. “Yes, sir.”

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Dad smashed the plate against the wall, and David dove out of the way.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry- Dad, please-”

“Shut the fuck up!” Dad screamed, his hand reaching for a framed portrait. 

David watched in horror as the glass shattered right where he’d been standing, the frame bent.

“I let you stay here, for free, and this is the thanks I get!?” 

“I’m sorry!” David pleaded, scrambling away. Dad stalked forward and grabbed him by the arm, yanking hard. David stumbled, and Dad reached for a bottle.

“Don’t!” he cried, but the bottle smashed against his temple, and the world went dark.

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The house was empty when he woke up. His head hurt like hell. He pressed a hand to his temple, and it came away sticky and red.

He whimpered, the sound making his head hurt like one of Dad’s hangover headaches.

David slowly sat up.

The room was just as Dad had left it; trash everywhere. David picked himself off the floor.

The picture frame Dad had smashed still lay on the ground. David gathered up the remains. 

It was an old portrait. Mom, Dad, and him; from years ago. It was the only one he could convince Dad to keep after the funeral.

It was torn, and the frame was unsalvageable.

David heard the key in the latch.

He quickly pulled the portrait free, folded it, and tucked it away in his pocket.

“Hey champ,” said Dad, swaying into the room. There was a bottle in his hand, half empty. Gin. “Back from work?”

His voice was cheery, as if nothing had happened and he hadn’t left his son to bleed on the floor.

“Sure,” he croaked. The clock on the mantle said two am.

“Great.” Dad looked around the room. “Clean this up for me, ‘kay bud? I’m going to bed.”

“Okay.”

David watched his father stumble into the bedroom.

He began to sweep up the shattered plates, his mother’s favorite pattern in pieces, and tried not to cry.

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[mors-neptune]

707 / Luciel / Saeyoung Choi Headcanons I Have

‼️⚠️ SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️‼️

• Has ADHD but if anyone brings it up he brushes it off because he thinks it makes him lesser. He’s not ableist he just needs to be educated :(

• I know in the official art he’s pretty pale but I hc him as having tanner skin and some freckles

• Has an undiagnosed personality disorder probably

• Too paranoid to go to church in person so he made a personal shrine in his home that he makes sure to spend time at

• Hates seeing his father on TV because it reminds him how similar they look. He’ll go into a weeks long depression every time where he’ll avoid mirrors because all he sees is his mother and father

• Loves cross dressing but is too scared to think deeply and self reflect about the gender euphoria it gives him because Korea isn’t very accepting

• Hated college because he felt like it was too structured and he doesn’t like being told what to do

• His favorite color is red (obviously)

• Doesn’t want or have any tattoos

• Most of the decor in his house was handmade impulsively and placed somewhere random

• Ultimately wants to move out of the bunker and into a more realistic house with no sci-fi-like doorbells or weapons but his paranoia stops him

• Sometimes stays up till the morning watching security cams in and around the bunker out of fear someone will try and hurt Saeran or MC

• Loves the dopamine hit that buying new cars gives him. It’s almost addicting impulse buying expensive things

• Desperately needs someone to match his neurodivergentness and thankfully his twin brother does perfectly

• His glasses are constantly dirty he never cleans those mfs

• Likes to paint his nails black but it’s always cracked and messed up

• Him and Saeran made up a secret language that they refuse to teach anyone else, even MC

• Welded flowers and spray painted them for him and MC’s anniversary (Saeran told him which flowers to make bc he knows their meanings)

• MC’s engagement ring is a Ruby (to represent Saeyoung) and whatever stone is MC’s favorite swirling together to look like a binary star system

• We know in his route that he has muscles because of his work, but after he runs from the agency, MC noticed some of his bulkiness going away

• But he still keeps a lot of his muscle, he just has some more squishiness around his torso

• Regrets his bunker not having windows because he knows Saeran loves looking at the sky

• Builds a garden in his backyard for Saeran :)

• Too paranoid to get a therapist so one of his more toxic traits is using MC as a therapist

• Goes through periods of not sharing anything emotionally with MC & sharing way too much and borderline dumping all his shit on them

• Has bad abandonment issues

• Loves experimenting with makeup and showing Saeran and MC

• Has both an inferiority and superiority complex

• Owns an obsessive amount of stuffed animals and yes, they all have names

• Idk if this is canon or not but he has curly hair

• I can’t believe I haven’t mentioned this already but I hc him as bisexual (he literally mentioned at some point that V’s voice was his type)

• And since it’s basically canon he at least finds V attractive and V is more of a parental/guardian figure to him, I can conclude Saeyoung 100% has daddy issues (duh)

• Has had feelings for Vanderwood at some point

• Horrible at personal hygiene

• Doesn’t drink or do drugs (canon)

• He’s a compulsive liar :/

• Wants a cat but is so bad at taking care of himself he doesn’t trust himself taking care of an animal

• Has staff constellation, and planet stickers & posters all over his room (he’s a nerd)

• Learns sign language so when he’s mad at MC or Saeran he only communicates through sign to piss them off

• Wayyyyyyy too comfy invading people’s personal and cyber privacy because of his line of work

• Lactose intolerant because I think it’s funny

• Light sleeper because of the house he grew up in and his work at the agency

• Kind of apathetic to traumatic things other people go through if it wasn’t as “bad” as his. Not in a “I think I’m better than you” kind of way, but in a way where some issues just don’t compare to an abusive, alcoholic mother, a politician father who wants to kill him, being a secret agent made to do who knows what, and more.

• Catches up on childhood by indulging in childish hobbies and interests. He’s making up for the lost time :(

• His tummy always hurts from his horrible diet

• His cologne smells like apple spice (it’s actually a perfume for women but who cares)

• But tbh on the daily he smells like a mix of his basic masculine body wash, honey buddah chips, and grease (sorry)

• Very protective. Takes on a caretaker role for those closest to him

• Sometimes very controlling. Gets anxious when he can’t control everything around him.

• Acts very parental towards Saeran. He always did because he had to in their childhood, but Saeyoing still does it. It makes him feel good being able to properly provide for Saeran.

• He mentioned in his route that he never really wanted or thought about having a family other than Saeran, and I feel like he would still think the same after meeting MC. Just now he thinks of his family as just him, Saeran, and MC. I don’t think he’d want kids

• Literally never cleans his sheets…

• Can only convince himself to clean anything in his house because he doesn’t want Saeran to have to live in filth again

My first post. I just wanted to share these :)

[fablefallen]

#FABLEFALLEN: dependent blog for @grimmertales

MY WONDERLAND IS SHATTERED;  IT'S DEAD TO ME !!!

name. pleasance hargreaves. also known as. alice liddell. age. 27 (210). dob. 9 november, 1777. pob. oxford. story of origin. alice's adventures in wonderland; american mcgee's interpretation, specifically. occupation. bartender @ the trip trap. residence. a truly grim studio apartment on the crooked mile. furnishings are bare, wallpaper is peeling, refrigerator is always empty—that sort of vibe. gender. non-binary. pronouns. she/they. orientation. ??? traits. imaginative, empathetic, curious, quick-witted. reckless, obstinate, volatile, ruthless.

faceclaim. eve hewson. height. five foot exactly; she hasn't grown an inch since the age of eight. build. very slight, verging on frail. little to no curves. hair. a dark brown, so much so that it looks black in most light. shoulder-length. dull & lifeless. usually thrown up into a ponytail; sometimes brushed. eyes. grey-blue, steely. they truly are windows to her soul. style. grunge? often dark, often layered, often casual. they dress for comfort and utility, not for fashion. jewelry. notably, none at all. aesthetics. a broken bird of a girl, replete with bedraggled hair and bony limbs; dirt lodged firmly under your fingernails, poorly painted with chipping dark polish, and starkly contrasted against the sickly grey of your skin; being unable to stare down your reflection, even through grimy looking glasses that you avoid.

father. charles liddell †. mother. alexandra liddell, née hargreaves †. siblings. constance liddell, 10 years her senior †. pets. partial to felines. they had a black cat called dinah in her childhood.

SOME TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD (FIRES, FAMILY DEATH, INSTITUTIONALISATION.)

 a human fable, alice was once—supposedly— no more than a little girl with an incredible (and powerful) imagination.

 the daughter of the dean of a grand educational institution, she lived a comfortable and content life alongside her sister, her parents, their staff, and the family cat.

 tragically, when she was barely eight years old, her family perished in a house fire. [for reference, this is the year that the remaining fables take a final stand against the adversary.]

 she and dinah [the cat] were the only survivors. she had been in a deep sleep, away in wonderland, only roused by the mad hatter and the white rabbit alerting her to the smell of smoke that had suddenly interrupted their tea party. though she tried to run to both her parents' and her sister's rooms, the flames were relentless, and she acquired serious burns in the process. unsuccessful, she ultimately leapt from her bedroom window, dinah under one arm and her rabbit doll under the other. the thick blanket of snow outside may have cushioned her fall, but she was left badly burnt, and with a broken shoulder.

 during this recovery process, they often spoke in slurred riddles, sentences poorly strung together, rambling on about a shadow in the hallway, cats and rabbits screaming at them, a swinging key. the prospects of their survival at the time were seen as virtually non-existent: a coffin was built for her, and the family's bodies left in an ice locker so that they may all be interred together. against all odds, however, and within the span of two years, alice eventually recovered from their physical injuries.

 the mental ones, though? there was no escaping them. she fell into a state of catatonia, her memories of that night in the house blocked. she was transferred from the hospital to an asylum, where she would remain for the next sixteen years, fading in and out of lucidity, and subjected to countless cruel and futile 'treatments'. her trips to wonderland continued all the while, its condition directly linked to her psyche—every bout of electroconvulsive therapy brought havoc to the land, every ice bath plunging its inhabitants into dark depths.

 alice was eventually released at the age of 26, though they struggled still with their past and the state of their mind. despite the sessions of therapy and hypnosis that she regularly received, she began to experience intense hallucinations, all to do with wonderland, all increasingly more horrifying than the last.

 surprise surprise! the ever-deteriorating state of her sanity is reflected in the chaos and disorder in both wonderland and the wider homelands. confused and bewildered and just downright terrified, alice flees as fast as they can, boarding the last ship to cross into the mundane world without so much as a backward glance to any rabbits or hatters or door-mice.

 though not a necessity, she decides a change of name cannot hurt. pleasance hargreaves—honouring her mother's maiden name is a sweet touch, one that brings forth emotions in her she would rather beat down. pleasance, however, is steeped in something more sinister: the admonishments hurled at her by asylum staff, a virtue she seemingly lacked. they always have been the type to keep picking at a scab, agitating a wound rather than letting it heal.

 fabletown does not magically fix her problems. nothing ever has, and she doubts anything ever will. they spent a good few years in and out of knights of malta, a regular attendee of their psychiatric wing, no more advanced than the homelands equivalent.

 it was difficult to acclimatise herself to this new city, the mundane world, and she was still haunted by wonderland—what haunted her more, though, was her inability to visit, her ignorance as to whether her friends are okay, her guilt at leaving them all behind. she never goes off in search of them, though, a rare facet of cowardice shining through in a girl usually so reckless.

 they live a quiet and simple life: she works at the trip trap, throwing out drinks, muttering phrases that maybe kind of make sense to the patrons sat at the bar. she tries to keep a low profile, and mostly sticks to the crooked mile as far as the fabletown compound goes.

  PINTEREST.  MORE TO COME!

[freakroth]

Young Love [chapter 1]

This is a chuuya x reader x dazai fanfic! yay>_<

Btw Y/N is afab Non-binary and uses They/them

Also Finnish Y/N ���

I suck at writing fanfics but i'm trying best and if you wanna read the chapers i've made so far then they are on my wattpad:D

https://www.wattpad.com/user/Luka_LL

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~Y/N POV:~

Finally, after 13 long hours i'm finally in Japan to start my new life! it feels so good to finally get to start a new life away from my family and old friends or more like classmates since i can't think of any of them as friends anymore.

As i step out of the airport i sit down on a bench outside and call for a taxi to come and get me. as i wait for my taxi, i scroll through old pictures of me and my classmates, "..why can't i just be happy like i was back then..?" i mumble to myself.

after about 20 minutes the taxi comes and i go inside it.

"To (college name) please" i say in Japanese to the taxi driver and he starts driving.

while on the way i admirer the city of Yokohama.

"are you a foreigner?" the taxi driver asks me "ah, yes i am" i answer him "this is actually my first time traveling outside of Europa" i say.

"are you European?" the taxi driver asks me "yeah, i'm from Finland"(or whatever country your from) i answer him, and the driver only nods and keeps driving me.

When we get to the college i thank him and pay "bye have a good day!" the driver says before driving of.

"..i'm all on my own now.." i mumble to myself again as i start walking inside the building. while i walk to the principles office i see some people whispering to each other and i'm guessing they are talking about how i look so different from them, it wouldn't be the first time.

while in my thoughts i accidentally bump into someone "oh sorry.." i say, and hear the person huff "whatever" they say and walk way. 'what the fuck did i do' i think to myself. i watch as the ginger haired boy walks over to some other boy with brunet hair thats much taller then him 'that must be his friend or something' i think to myself again.

when i get to the principles office i knock on the door and wait.

"come in!" i hear a woman say from the inside.

"You must be Y/N! am i right?" she asks in a happy voice "uh.. yeah i am" i say back "you must be nervous" she says to me in a calm voice while i keep quiet "theres no need to worry, you'll fit in just fine" she says. 'yeah right, there were just some students back talking me, and i made someone mad, i'm defiantly gonna fit in' i think to myself "..okay.." i say

After she tells me about all of my classes she gives me the keys to my dorm "just know you're gonna have two room mates!" she says as i leave the room.

'Room number 567? that means its on the 5th floor..' i think to myself and start walking to the elevator.

theres a note on the elevator door that says 'out of order' 'great, just my lucky day' i think and start walking up the stairs.

once at the top i start panting a lot "jeez.. that was harder then i thought.." i say to myself.

"543.. 544.. 545.." i look at all of the doors trying to find my own. "here it is!" i say while i start to unlock the door.

"DAZAI WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HAIR BRUSH!?!?" is the first thing i hear when i open the door 'oh lord' "calm down dear, its just a hair brush" says the same brunet from earlier while getting choked by the ginger 'what did i just walk in on' "this is kinda kinky not gonna lie-" the brunet says before the ginger lets go of him. "perv.." mumbles the ginger before he sees me.

"who the fuck are you?" he asks and i freeze "oh! i think thats our new room mate chuuya!" the brunet says excitedly "oh yeah, we were getting a new room mate, thats why we had to clean the guest room" the ginger says in a bit calmer voice now.

i study the boys features carefully.. they are quite pretty both of them, the brunet boy has bandages covering his arm, legs and neck, weird.. the ginger boy has some cute freckles covering his face and one blue and one brown eye. 

"you just gonna stand there like an idiot or introduce yourself to us?" the ginger asks in an annoyed tone. 

"a-ah! i-i'm Y/N..!" 'FUCK WHY DID I HAVE TO START STUTTERING RIGHT NOW!?' i think while dying inside.

"i'm guessing you aren't from Japan, right?" the brunet asks.

"..yeah.. i'm Finnish.." i say.

"i can tell" the ginger says.

'what the fuck is that supposed to mean!?' 

"chuuya, i'm pretty sure thats offensive to say" the brunet says. "HUH!?" the ginger seems shocked. 

"by the way i'm Dazai Osamu" the brunet says " and this here is my boyfriend, Chuuya Nakahara!" he say happily. 

"you shouldn't say that we are boyfriends to them! what if they are homophobic, dumbass!?" Chuuya say in a more irritated voice.

"..its fine.. i'm also a part of the community.." i say an they just look at me. i start to feel pretty weird and think that they are jugging me. i feel like i want to cry but i hold it in as to not make a fool out of myself.

"follow me and i'll show you your room!" Dazai says happily and grabs my hand. i flinch a bit at the contact but don't do anything to not seem like a bother.

"heres your new room!" he says and pushes me into the room closing the door 'finally he left me alone,..' i think while looking around the room, its quite big, probably bigger then my old room back.. home.. i feel sad thinking about my "home".. it never really felt like a home or a safe place for me.. all i can remember are bad times from when my parents yelled at me and said they were gonna hit me.

i wipe a tear that was running down my cheek and start unpacking my stuff.

"..this is gonna be a long night.." i sigh.

(authors note: i'll try to update this as much as i can since i'm busy with school stuff:) there might be a bit of smut in the next chapter;

Please don't steal this (nobody is gonna do that anyway) and i won't post the next chapter for a while so just read it on my wattpad. it might take me like months to post more chapters since i might forget lol) 

[knizai]

Hiiii hello!!! I saw the event you’re doing and thought id give it a try, if it’s still available! ^q^

I’m a little shy doing this, it’s embarrassing for me to request something like this and I’m not really sure what prompt I want, but can you do me, Oshima, with jouno saigiku cuz I’m very normal about him. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Im Non binary and use they/them but I’m afab and fine with feminine terms!! No she/her prns pls but whatever is fine with you!! For prompt I would like fluff and Angst/comfort, not sure about the dynamic so you can go crazy with that!! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

I’m really quiet and have social anxiety, yk like the typical quiet kid, and I’m also an artist that makes it a huge contrast to jouno, that’s why i request him!! But at the end of the day whatever is up to you and whatever you’re comfortable writing it, feel free to go wild and thank youuu!! I love your works btw so please take your time writing!! ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

'Till death, We'll be freezing

HEHE I'M SHO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS! I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN FOR JOUNO!! Saigiku Jōuno x Gn! reader (they/them prns) ~ sfw content. ~ sfw + angst---> fluff ~you and jouno always had disagreements. Today you decided to play in the snow and got sick, worrying poor Jouno but also making him angry :(

The day had started out as a normal winter day. You and Jouno, being the bickering pair you two were, had a small argument that morning about who knows what. As the day went on, you got the bright idea of wanting to play in the snow outside, the pristine white blanket covering a large part of the city. You got bundled up and headed out enthusiastically, despite Jouno's obvious objections. You played in the snow for a while, making snowmen and snow angels, and other childlike things, enjoying the feeling of the cold snow on your face and the fresh air filling your lungs. However, as time went on, the cold started to get to you. You began shivering more and more in your thick clothes, but stubbornly wanting to stay outside even longer. You didn't notice the first signs of a cold as you played, too distracted by your childish fun. As the winter day drew to a close and the sun started to set, you eventually headed back home, feeling tired and cold, but satisfied with your snow day. However, you began to notice the tell-tale signs of a cold, feeling a headache beginning and a slight soreness in your throat. When you got home, Jouno immediately noticed how tired and unwell you looked. He asked you how you were feeling, his voice laced with annoyance, but also with a hint of unmistakable concern. You tried to brush him off, not wanting to admit that the cold had made you sick. You told him you were fine, but he could see right through you, your voice sounded more hoarse than usual and you looked flushed. He starts to yell at you, his voice filled with frustration and annoyance. "Are you an idiot? I told you not to stay outside for too long! Look at you, you're sick now!" He said loudly, gesturing towards your obvious illness." You shrank backed at his anger and felt a bit guilty and ashamed that he was mad at you. You tried to apologize, but the hoarse cough you let out only made him more frustrated, thinking you were stupid for not listening to him in the first place. He continued ranting, scolding you for not taking his warnings seriously and being foolish enough to get yourself sick. His voice was filled with a mix of anger and worry, knowing that your stubbornness had gotten you ill. He noticed the scared look on your face as he scolded you, realizing he might have been a bit too harsh. As he looked more closely at you, he saw your tired, feverish state and the guilt hit him. Without saying anything, he immediately softened, his voice getting quieter as he started to comfort you. He gently led you to the couch and sat you down, his demeanor completely different than it was a few minutes ago. He sat beside you and wrapped a soft blanket around you, his touch gentle and caring as he pulled the blanket tighter around your shivering form. He sat in silence for a moment, the guilt of scolding you clear on his face. He gently placed a hand on your head, feeling your fever, his touch tender as he felt your flushed skin. He looked at you, guilt in his eyes as he slowly spoke. "I'm sorry for yelling… I was just worried about you, getting yourself sick. I shouldn't have let my anger get the better of me." You just chuckled and whispered in his ear... "Till death we'll be freezing, my love."

[fagottini]

Could you clarify /g

i thought i was clear sorry! the video is saw specifically was of this girl on tiktok asking if it's ok if she, as a cis person, wears a binder, and every comment was saying stuff like "nobody move this is a canon event" or "yeah i'll come back to check on this in a couple months...". because to these people (and i get that they're joking but imo it's not funny and also not entirely a joke) wearing a binder is a trans thing, because women should want boobs, because women don't want to have flat chests, and the ones who do are just trans men waiting to happen. it makes me mad. women with flat chests are women, women who like their flat chests are women. i saw someone saying the same thing about mitski's short haircut. enforcing this closed gender binary within the trans community where girls have to want boobs and hips and long hair and men want flat chests and short hair and facial hair is just causing damage and it defeats the point of the body not existing solely to reflect gender. because if you think a cis woman enjoying the feeling of a flat chest means she has to realize she's a man, what do you think about transgender women who like their unoperated chests? and thats just brushing the surface of it all but yeah. i hope this is clearer. i don't understand why some people are so adamant that certain experiences/wants/needs have to determine a person's transness.

[ablondpanda]

Don't like doing "discourse" stuff but I'm fucking mad right now, so I'm begging people to stop acting like nonbinary trans folks don't exist. If I have to see one more person here act like the words "transfeminine" and "trans woman" are entirely synonymous, I am going to burn all their toast forever.

Also if I see another person restrict gender identity labels to people of specific assigned genders I will ensure that they'll have to brush their teeth with dishwasher detergent from now on.

For the record, "transfeminine" is an umbrella term to describe any category of feminine trans experience, which includes trans women but also many feminine nonbinary and intersex people.

"Trans woman" is a term describing a subset of those experiences. Trans women *can* also be nonbinary. This is a very personal matter and will be different from person to person.

Also, while I'm at it, some other thoughts:

transandrophobia is a useful term

You don't get to just proclaim that any given trans person is not affected by transmisogyny, you haven't lived their lives

People here are thinking of so many creative ways to recreate a restrictive binary system of gender while pretending to support nonbinary people

[variousqueerthings]

WATCHING THE MESSENGER: THE STORY OF JOAN OF ARC (what a mouthful) FINAL THOUGHTS (sort of, I'm never done with Jeanne D'arc):

so the thing that's interesting about this one is that in writing her young and inexperienced which she was and also wrapped into this movie's depiction of womanhood and in the way it writes mental health is that she's got this sort of "idek what i'm doing or what the consequences are" vibe to her a lot of the time, especially after the first big battle and she sees all the corpses around her and has a meltdown followed by what seems to be dissociation for pretty much the whole rest of the film until her death

and the other thing is the things it chooses to play very straight and the things it does very differently -- so the killing of her sister in the beginning, which gives an early trauma to hearken back to and an added "impetus" for her to go to war, and which never happened vs the very specific sources it chose to deal with for her relationship to gender presentation (shocker i'm going into that), opting to nearly totally brush past it until the scene where she's "forced" to wear men's clothing again and gets burned for it -- which there is, to be clear, textual evidence that she wasn't given other clothes while incarcerated and did get judged for that, but also noticeably didn't include any of the other writing related to her visions telling her to wear men's clothing and this movie heavily mixing joan's visions with her as someone who's got a mental health issue of some kind, it's interesting that this snag of the clothing was mainly done away with, because it's a film that doesn't totally engage with her as someone with agency. she's mad, you see. that is the focal point. and what does "wearing men's clothings because the visions told me to" have to do with this madness? nothing, in fact it's kind of... not-very-mad-seeming

which is interesting as a counterpoint to a version i saw in the globe, which kind of went "an interpretation of joan as ye olde non-binary and also a lesbian" (this is flippantly written for brevity's sake, it was doing more than that, but that is the gist) which i did enjoy for the way it brought together a massive community of trans and nb theatre-goers within the globe and really felt like it was more for us than for joan, which i had struggles with because it went so far into the other direction of making everything a bit too modern for me. a bit too "joan's doing these choices with the idea that one day men's clothing will become allowed and joan has an internal sense of gender that coheres with modern sensibilities," and being a little timid around the religious and vision-y side of things

which is the crux of joan. you probably won't get a version that you're totally satisfied with, because joan As Figure encapsulates so many seeming paradoxes that we project ourselves onto. there's a distinct messiness to her that is very human in a way you don't always feel to quite this extent with mythos -- probably because of those court records and the subsequent early writings and the fact that she was nineteen years old when she was killed and it wasn't really that long ago comparatively

I think this movie struggled under the weight of that humanity, not for lack of trying to show it, but a. because of whatever personal bias besson went in with (which included basically stealing the project from kathryn bigelow and casting his then-wife mila jovovich, so youknow. there's some Vibes inherent in that already, and i do think bigelow could have done much more with both the feminism and the action, both of which were very uneven in this version imo) b. because of whatever other weird choices were made (i still think it was incredibly ugly-looking and many of the actors were flat -- not you, vincent cassel you were great) and c. because a movie possibly can't do it justice in the first place idk. we'll keep searching

obvs the passion of joan of arc is a masterclass. but it manages to get around a lot of these issues by essentially being all about the trial and a study of one of the most evocative faces ever put to silent film -- now that's giving "because the visions told me to"!

[brie-draws]

hi! do you happen to have any tips/advice for creating pixel art? i'm a huge fan of your work and have always wanted to do pixel art myself but i've found it pretty difficult to understand x_x

Hihi!!! Giving advice is hard because I kind of live by the "fuck it, we ball" way of life but I'll try my best!!!

Not necessary in all cases but I think page sizing is important!! I used to draw on like 3000x3000 canvases now I think I only reach that with refs... I think in general it's easier on smaller canvases, and if you need to size up for posting sake, Photoshop can do it [or I think there's sites that can as well?]. If you're wanting to do certain things [icons/icos, rpgm assets, whatever], they do tend to fit into certain constraints so thats important!! Similarly, there's nothing wrong with drawing something on a 1000x1000 canvas and then scaling down the image to 100x100 and lining over it!!

I tend to sketch with non-pixel brushes first unless I'm lazy, just because I feel it makes it easier!!

A small thing that I'm trying to take heed of too is going back over artwork and deleting some pixels to make the lines less "clumpy" (ofc, it depends on style too! I like thin lines usually though, especially on things that are 48x48 to maximize space!!)

I draw (mainly) in Sai and MediBang (for mobile). Things like MediBang and CSP also have downloadable brushes, which for things like screentoning I find important!! [Usually, I'll draw in MediBang or Sai, edit further in CSP]. For Sai, I just use the standard Binary brush and an edited version as an eraser:

For MediBang, I just go into settings and check "Turn off anti-aliasing" and use the normal pen brush and eraser; Only word of advice though it it does create some not fully solid pixels, but you can either go over them or duplicate the image a whole bunch and then combine the layers.

As for further stuff I think it's also just important to look at things you like!! What started me into pixel art was playing a lot of rpgmaker games [Ib, Yume Nikki, Mad Father, The Witch's House, ectect] Now I also like things like the art of older systems and games, like TokiMeki Memorial 1994 has some beautiful artwork:

And the pixel sprites in all the BlazBlue games has been really inspirational in the last couple of years for me as well!!!

I hope this helps in some capacity 'w'999!!! For me, I think experimenting and playing around with stuff is the most important and having fun!!! [Which is why I'm so inconsistent bc it's just fun to try new things n see what sticks, what you like, can improve on, ectect!!!]

[blundergato]

spoilers for the acolyte, if you care about that sort of thing.

the acolyte hovers around being dull to relatively average until manny jacinto comes in and starts killing everyone.

im not really a big star wars person anymore, but the jedi have always been really corny and this show does a really good job in showing that.

although one thing that plagues both the jedi and the sith in this show is to constantly read out the most shallow of pseudo-philosophical phrases. it never sounds good and it always makes my eye twitch. i know this is what star wars thinks monks are like in real life, but geezus.

the fights are pretty good though, especially in the latter half. they are creative and have some fun use of weapons. the biggest issue with them is that they are shot in dark environments which just makes it more annoying to follow.

most of the characters, specifically on the jedi side, are completely unlikable losers. luckily most of them get murked, so i actually don't have to deal with them anymore, which is good.

amandla stenberg plays two twin sister characters, one good and one bad. their good twin character, osha, is the definition of lame. she feels like cyclops when cyclops is written badly. a total boring narc of a character. now the evil twin, mae, is WAY cooler, i think because the dark side is just written more fun and they actually do stuff, while the jedi just stand around uttering cornball philosophy and being cops.

manny jacinto is the true star when he finally appears, though im biased because he killed almost everyone i didn't like, which is awesome. he suffers from saying some of the most nonsensical philosophical lines though.

everything else is pretty meh. the character designs are pretty underwhelming for the most part. the amount of swipes they use for scene transitions is ridiculous.

i see that people are review bombing this show because its "woke" aka it has people of color, women and non-binary people in the leading roles, though im quite certain most people complaining about this show are not aware of that last point and are just angry because they are perceiving a black woman in a leading role.

i read some of their reviews, and they are pretty stupid. they are trying to argue in bad faith that this show is somehow ruining the sanctity of a series that has AT MOST 3.5 good movies out of 9 mainline films and a bunch of complete dogwater offshoot films. i see people now coming out to defend things that were previously hated, like midochlorians. people mad that the jedi are cop-like (they always have been). just a bunch of nonsense.

don't get me wrong, there is a lot wrong with the show. but these people are either not complaining about any of that or kind of just brush by those issues to complain about seeing black people. the show is so average, that i wonder why these people waste their energy to review bomb it, but i don't really wonder that because i know being bigots gives them the energy to waste time on nothing.

anyways, the acolyte? more like the wackolyte.

[minti-tales]

a potential prompt (tw: nsfw)

minti uses a strap on on krile for the first time (and both their first times?)??

Contains Shadowbringers spoilers.

CW: Language, discussion of intercourse, sex toys.

Anon, I have to confess something.

I saw this prompt, cogitated on it, chewed on it, etc. etc. It's sat in my inbox for a bit now.

Full disclosure here: I've had bad experiences with strap-ons, dildos, penetration, and toys that use penetration. It's not something that I talk about openly; it's one of those topics that I, as a flesh-male*/non-binary individual, feel embarassed to talk or write about. It's something that I don't feel comfortable talking about with my friends. I'm surprised I got that prompt written about sex toys, to be honest with you.

I'll give it a try, but not with Krile. I want to try something different.

Please understand if there's a "Fade to Darkness" at the end of this prompt.

*Borrowing this term from Matara-Kan, who refers to her non-Vtuber self as a "flesh-woman."

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"Marget-"

We are lost. We are lost.

There is no hope left.

We are lost.

Help us.

"MARGET."

Just before she awoke from sleep, Marget Djt-Gilda felt her shoulder being shaken roughly. The shake (or was it a shove?) was welcome, given that her dreams of late were nothing but everflowing beams of light. The viera came to, slowly, to the smell of charcoal, spices, and something rich and meaty roasting over a campfire. She hadn't bothered to take her clothes off, or done much of anything before sleep took her.

Marget blew stray stands of her chestnut brown hair away from her eyes and brushed bits of straw of grass away from her metal leggings. She was a mess, today, tonight, whenever the Hells today decided it was, and she didn't care who knew it. "Gods, no more faeries," she mumbled as she slowly rose to her feet, eyes darting around her for any signs of the flying pranksters. "No more Light, no more sin-eaters, and no more faeries."

A towel, dripping wet from one end, came flying towards her, hitting her square on the right shoulder. "Don't worry yourself, love, there're plenty more sin-eaters and faeries out there. And Dikaiosyne." Granson's voice was harsh today, whenever it was, cracked by the stale air of the stable the two hunters came to shelter in.

"And Dikaiosyne," Marget echoed, using the towel to rub dirt and gunk away from her eyes. "We're going to Pla Enni today? I might have a lead on the Claws of Orthus."

"So you say," Granson replied skeptically. "I don't know how you manage to be around all these fae folk without going mad. Must be one of the Warrior of Darkness's powers I didn't know about." He used a nearby water trough to splash water on his face, and what parts of his body that weren't covered by leather and armor. "Don't know why you're getting dressed."

Marget cocked her head and slung the towel she was holding across her shoulders. "Eh? We're going out, that's what we agreed on. It's what you wanted to do."

"No, no. Not right now. I have other plans, if you'll hear them." (Odd, Marget thought to herself.) He was unfastening his gauntlets. "Found something that might interest you, in the haybales." The young man pointed his head towards the trough. "Go on, have a peek. Not like there's anyone else around to care."

*Alright, then. I'll play your game.*

There, wrapped up in ragged burlap, was a carved wooden length that resembled someone's shaft. Someone with heft, Marget thought, turning the toy over in her hands, tugging on the rough leather strips that made a crude "harness" through slots.

She coughed, even though a smile was threatening to cross her face. "You can't be serious."

"I am." Gods, Granson was stripped down to his unders by now; the tip of his own, fleshy length was waking up and stretching itself out. The man worked fast. "Fancy me giving you some relief?" Straw crunched underneath his nearly-bare feet as he got close, putting his hands around Marget's waist. "You've been good to me so far, and we've enjoyed some nights together." Hot breath teased the back of her neck. "I can trust you."

" 's important, that. Trust." Marget snaked her arm up round Granson's bare shoulders, teasing and stroking his short hair. "I hate to disappoint, but, I'm not in the mood to be the mount." She'd turn to face him, let his tip feel that welcoming space between her legs. "Get down."

The knight grunted. "Down? As in, you mean-" He'd have little time to react before his partner's hand reached for the wooden length, firmly grasped it, and playfully pushed him down onto the straw floor. He found his legs unceremoniously hoisted into the air, enough for his balls to flop over to one side and his bare arse be exposed to the wind.

"I thought I said, 'Get down.' Your ears full of wax, dear?" Marget was grinning while fussing with the length's leather, figuring out on the fly how to make it tight against her groin. "Always wanted to know how these things worked. Tonight's a good night as any to learn, don't you think?"

Granson knew better than to move. The woman had a powerful will, when she put her mind to something, and tonight would be a powerful, thrusting reminder of that.

"Aye. …well? Get on with it then. Don't keep me waiting."

[smileymoth]

all jokes aside what has ronnie radke done? I've heard a bunch of shit from rape accusations to homicide accomplice to like???? there's an article that im mad i can't find that started with the lines 'Assault. Animal abuse. Drama online. Ronnie Radke is in the news again, for all the reasons' or something like that and it haunts me but genuinely, how much of this shit is actually true? Deeply confused and very out of the loop over here.

okay well. this is what i know. so don't quote me on it but i hope it clears some things up?

he got jailed for wearing brass knuckles to a fight in a state that they were illegal in, he did NOT get jailed for killing a man, his friend however got time for self defense, because the guy who died was threatening them with a gun so Ronnies friend shot him. iirc.

the rape and domestic abuse accusations were dropped by the court because of the lack of evidence, so there's really no saying in how accurate or inaccurate they are, since we know how easily sa accusations get brushed to the side...

he threw a metal mic stand to the crowd and injured a fan in the crowd, he did pay for all the hospital expenses with no issues (i think) so that was solved. still a shitty thing to do and most venues now (or the one that it happened at) banned metal mic stands. that's less of a "kill him now" thing but still kinda funny and odd that it happened in the first place ?? y'know ??

i have NO clue about the animal abuse. i just know he has a dog called Lobster and that's it

Mostly what he's done in the past years that i'm aware of:

he's chronically online and can't take criticism whatsoever

he thinks everyone criticizing his music is attacking him so he has a fullon meltdown on his twitter (that got banned for harassment i think. imagine getting banned in elon musk era twt??)

he has really transphobic views, he went off about the ''trans women in bathrooms'' ''debate'' and was just NOT listening to anyone. he can NOT be wrong in ANY scenario. he will just attack you. people were very calmly trying to explain to him why he should reconsider his comments and he just.. went off on them. it was so stupid.

he bullied non binary teenagers (mostly fans) on tiktok for using they/them pronouns. this was like 2 years ago. i think his tiktok got deleted?

constantly getting into random arguments with other musicians he doesn't like. it's just unnecessary

he has also made ableist remarks about a girl in a wheelchair to her face at a meet and greet (allegedly), racist, homophobic and other transphobic comments, that i have not witnessed myself but i've heard from people online and i do believe he has made those because he's just... a handful.

he's just a massive cunt really but, knowing that he has quite a big platform it just pisses me off. as sb said on reddit, it's his massive ego, inability to take criticism, bigoted comments, and victim complex...

so he's very much a red pilled transphobe who kind of scares me because why are you as a 40 year old bullying children on tiktok and commenting about where trans women can piss. please get a hobby

and i'm obviously missing things but this is what i am aware of and have witnessed live on twt and tiktok T_T unfortunately

[an-ocean-viewer]

The most colorless man who ever lived

My color is 1.

A binary digit.

The ceiling is my canvas.

My brush caresses it.

The canvas remains as it was.

I dab my brush on a palette no longer there.

It was stolen from me.

Yet, in madness, I hope for color.

I try my tar

Yet my tar sticks only to me.

My tears offer no color.

It brings a wet spot that eventually fades.

Even my thousand cuts have no color.

My blood is colorless.

Painter of Woe,

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