#i do thank you for the trigger tag stuff i was unaware

[ceoofmetagala]

Hi! I wanted to leave this ask here regarding a few things I've noticed over time. First I want to say, I'm a big fan of your work. I really enjoy seeing your characters and the ship dynamics that you share with the Kirby community for Meta Knight and Galacta Knight. With this though, there was a recent post that raised a few concerns. You had mentioned your disgust for the galactadad tag since most people use it for tagging Galacta Knight as MK's father figure due to your main ship having them as lovers. I was a little worried based on your reaction to this as I'm sure you feel very strongly about this and I mean nothing but respect but... to say that people's work of this would be 'the worst art imaginable' simply because it doesn't align with your headcanons? It comes off as... emotionally immature to say you'd block people on that front alone rather than just accepting it as something existing in someone else's mind/world, and that you'd be "crying" about it. Like... there's a lot of amazing people here you'll be shutting the door on with no explanation other than them posting two characters as family instead of a couple. Again, no shade, but this did concern me as it felt a little over the top of a reaction. When something's not really a 'trigger' in the sense that it causes intense emotional harm, it's best to learn some sense of tolerance for minor things like this if you want to be more comfortable in online spaces; and you'll get to enjoy a lot more people's company as a result too. I mean that with nothing but love, but genuinely I almost unfollowed because of that visceral reaction on your end over something so minor. The other thing I wanted to address was just kind of a quick question; is there a particular reason you misspell every word when typing descriptions and tags? I'm not going to ask you to go into detail about this as of course it could be very personal/disability related, but this poses a problem in some regards, specifically when tagging censors and trigger warnings. This doesn't happen very often, but a few times you've reblogged or posted art that involved certain triggers, one of which was shown despite me having it blocked due to me not having it spelled exactly as your misspelling was. If it were a genuine misspelling I wouldn't be so upset because of course things happen, but every single post I've noticed you greatly misspell nearly every word to the extent it's almost illegible, so this is a common behavior of yours. All I'm really asking on this is that you please just take extra care when adding censor tags in the future, just a quick reread of them to make sure they'll function as intended. This also goes for if you have something important to say or tag as again, blocked tag/topics cannot autocorrect on our end. Like I said, I mean this with nothing but love and concern for your online interactions because I've been there myself with some of these things. I really don't want this to come off as negative, so please don't take this as an attack; I just wanted to address some things that I noticed in my time following you so that hopefully no future issues arise from them. Otherwise, keep having fun doing what you're doing and please take care. I'm excited to see more from you!

"emotionally immature" I'm 16 what the hell did you expect me to act like a whole adult?....did you forget one of the main stereotypes for teenagers is being emotional? Also this point was espiclly hurtful to me I know you probably don't know and didn't mean to but I have autsim (self diagnosed it took me . SO LONG to even consider this and even longer to accept I have tism) and it just. Came off like you were calling me stupid which you baislcy are it's also way more confusing to what I am to peoplw I am mature to some? Am I just childish WHAT AM I? But that's not really ur fault I've just wlays had my people pleasing tenadcies along with struggling to know who I am myself

Anyways on to all the points

-"worst art imaginable" not in a. Like the art is like technically bad(like bad at skill to draw. I can admit some are good or even AMAZING at drawing what they do) I mean in way to me in how it makes me feel way not that. Like how the art makes me FEEL. Not like if if look at it and they tell me based on skill what this i would do, it's good great even like the color! Or sosmthing stupid like that and if you ask me how it makes me feel I would do the same

-blocking people over just a hc or ship is fine I'm my eyes, it's the same as blocking someone over shipping metakirby or being a proshitter, proshitters think this was I think another at it's basic core soooo...im not saying they're proshitters however I'm just saying that to explain to you why I'm my opinion it's perfectly valid to blcok someone over a ship hc or bene fandom! It's that. They are NOWEHRE near as bad but it was the best example I could think of to explain why I do it.

If the hc or ship REALLY does make me TAHT uncomftbfle I think it's fair to block someone over it ?? I don't get this point at all like why would I actively make myself upset just for the chance to intrecat with some artist?

- also the usually amazing people I'm sure they nice and lovely they tend to post A LOT about it. So I block them to avoid them in the tags I don't tend to block as soon as I see meta to galactadad I just block when I see them too much

- anything can be a trigger over the slightest things I have a friend on Twitter who needs cookie run tagged because its genuilly a trigger for it same with another who hates kirby and eveurtime meow sees Kirby, he's filled with rage and it's for VERY good reason in my eyes and I am still great friends with meow regardless

-also I am making myself more comfortable 8n these spaces. I'm litterky curating my experience by blocking out what I don't like, they always say "block if you don't like" when it comes to ship or soemthin so like? Why not to hcs as well...i don't get this point I don't HAVE to like someone I can dislike someone for no reason right? So I can dislike an aspect of a person like that. Idk this point also doesn't make sense to me

- as for any particular reason, I just...do that? I have to PHYSICALLY force myself to type otherwise I don't know any cause it just started one day... Sorry about my rbs being intelligible I just ?? Get really excited and tend to forget to try to be atleast a bit normal(? Idk how to word that last part)

- as for trigger tags, I try my best to tag triggers properly but I don't know that I have to tag it for my audince or I don't think it's necessary I don't think I've ever misspled a trigger tag ? I have bad memory but I'll try my best to keep trigger tags spelled right

- and finally yeah I'll make sure to do that, i just need to know what tags you need well, tagged. I don't know who you are. You're anonymous?

[buckgasms]

Dr's. Barnes and Rogers (Part 1)

Don't worry I am already writing part two I just needed to set the scene before we get to the goooood stuff 🩷

This is doctor kink territory y'all 💦

Tagging @biteofcherry for being a wonderful enabler. Thank you for bringing this out of me and many others with one simple question 😂

@zonkie-bee

Just note this part contains mentions of pregnancy, fertility talk and a gaslighting ex-husband (he's not in it tho). If that might trigger you just give me a day and the next chapter will be just pure filth.

You sat in the waiting room of the Barnes & Rogers Clinic, feet tapping nervously. You were here to have a fertility check up, already feeling like you knew the sad truth.

Your ex husband had been certain that you couldn't have children, that the process of trying to have a baby had been made more painful for your failures. He was a dick. But the doubt and worries continued to plague you.

Finally a friend gently suggested you go to the best fertility clinic in the city. Then you could get actual answers and real solutions. It took some persuading but you decided to try it. What did you have to lose?

At that moment the office door clicked open and Dr. Barnes popped his head out. "Are you my 10am appointment?" You nod and he steps back, and you shuffle in, hoping he doesn't notice how flustered you are at how absolutely gorgeous he is.

You take a seat on the comfy couch, as he sits in an armchair across from you. You try to relax as he welcomes you and picks up his paperwork.

"So, your papers say you're worried about your ability to conceive? Are you married or trying for a baby currently?" He asks, a strand of hair falling into his face as he looks at you with kind, professional concern.

"Um... No not married anymore. That's um.... That's why we split. I just wanted to know...if it was...me? My ex said.... It was me..."

He nods, a glimmer of anger seems to cross his features. "It's never anyone's fault sweetheart..." you smile a little, a flutter in your stomach but then he moves on. He asks questions about your diet, physical activity, and of course your previous attempts at trying to get pregnant. It brings up some painful memories and he is very sympathetic and gentle with you.

"I know this is hard, you're doing so well. Don't worry sweetheart, we'll sort all this out together ok?" You look at his sweet, handsome face and smile. You feel better already. After a further few questions he leads you into his consultation room and explains the tests he's about to conduct.

The big examination bed with stirrups looks a little intimidating but his hand presses at your lower back and guides you with more confidence. "I need to take a sample, which might be a little uncomfortable but I'll do my best to be gentle ok. Just take off your skirt and underwear and get comfortable in the stirrups." He heads out of the room and you hear him chatting to another man in the corridor.

After a few moments you are legs akimbo and feeling a bit ridiculous. But the leather beneath you is soft and smooth, and the room is warm so you feel as comfortable as you'll ever be. He comes back in and he clears his throat at the view of you.

From his perspective the most beautiful perfect angel is laying spread out on his chair, her most intimate parts there for him to enjoy, but for you, you just feel nervous.

"Ok sweetheart, just relax while I check you over. Don't be embarrassed about any reactions you might have. Totally normal." You huff out a laugh and scoot down at his guidance, goosebumps breaking out as you feel his warm breath fan over your intimate area.

The way he probes you makes you bite your lip as you try not to moan. It's honestly the best pelvic exam you've ever had. By the time it comes for him to take a sample you are almost totally unaware of why you are there in the first place.

When he announces he's finished you are mortified to hear yourself whine in disappointment. Thankfully he either doesn't here or pretends he doesn't so you can chide yourself for being such an embarrassment as you get dressed.

"Ok sweetheart, I'll give you a call once we get the results." You shake his soft hand and he squeezes it gently as you smile and make you way out of his office.

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So here you were a few weeks later. You felt so nervous because when Dr Barnes called you he didn't actually tell you the results. He just told you to come in because he needed to discuss things face to face.

Finally the door clicked open and you were greeted by the handsome face of Dr Barnes. You smiled tightly as you walked in but were surprised to see another doctor sitting in the office on the couch. "This is Dr. Rogers, I wanted to have him here for this consultation, I hope that's ok?"

You nodded,trying to ignore how gorgeous both these doctors were before dropping your bag to the floor and sinking into the seat. It must be really bad if it takes two hot doctors to tell you what's written on that paper.

"Are you ok sweetheart?" Barnes asks, looking concerned at you, reading your mood as Dr Rogers turns towards you, his face also reading concern. Your eyes well up and you sink backwards into the cushions. "Can you just get it over with and tell me I'll never.... That I can't...." You broke into sobs and they both came over to you, rubbing gentle hands over your back and shoulders.

"Oh honey! No! I'm so sorry, it's not like that at all!" Barnes curses and squeezes your shoulder. You hiccup a sob and look up at them both. "What do you mean?" Dr Rogers tuts and grabs the paper from his colleague. "What my partner has stupidly failed to mention to you is that, you are in fact very much able to have babies and you don't have anything at all to worry about in terms of your fertility..."

You glance between them both, Barnes looking sheepish and Rogers looking concerned before collapsing into a combination of sobs and giggles. You can't stop laughing from sheer joy and tears of relief slip down your cheeks. Both of the doctors chuckle in surprise at your reaction. Once you calm down a more comfortable mood fills the room.

"I've always wanted a family of my own. Thank you, I feel like I can have that again now..." You smile at them both and they smile back, "just need to find the right man huh?"

"Well what about another route?" Doctor Rogers draws your attention his way and you cock your eyebrow at him. "What would that be?"

He settles back emanating confidence and professionalism, Barnes reclaims his seat and watches. "We have a trial programme, you can sign up for an insemination and we will monitor you from now until the birth of the child or children. There is considerable remuneration and you can even be provided with new accommodation should you desire it..."

You were dumbfounded. You'd never heard of anything like this before and it certainly sounded life changing, but pretty amazing at the same time. "There has to be a catch?" You say suspiciously, unable to believe this is actually real.

"Well, the insemination process is... revolutionary so it requires some open minded thinking..." Barnes says and you feel a bloom of excitement in your stomach as he looks at you.

"And once the baby is born? Is there still help or monitoring? Or are we just out in the world alone?"

You chuckle but they seem to take it quite seriously. "Absolutely not! We... I mean the programme is very interested in the life span of the child. Besides if you are successful you might want to have another perhaps?" Rogers tries to act casual but you feel like you've stumbled on something there.

Barnes hands you an envelope. "Inside is all the information plus the potential candidates for the donors. Take it home, read it and if you want to take part, call me. If not, no harm done."

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At home you spent a little while pretending to ignore the envelope but finally you caved and had a read through.

There was very little information about the medical procedures other than the things you might expect. Thorough examination process, compatibility, tests and so on. The next set of documents were mostly about the remuneration which almost made your eyes pop out of your head. Thirty Thousand dollars for the first year! All medical costs covered! It also detailed the new accommodation which sounded like the most luxurious apartment on earth. It was almost too good to resist as you looked around your rented studio flat, your instant ramen going cold as you read.

Finally there was a piece of paper that detailed the potential donors. Only two in fact. A tall blonde, with blue eyes, physically fit and a doctor! The other was a slightly shorter brunette, with blue eyes, physically fit.....and a doctor....

Oh...

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Part two

[direwombat]

tagged most recently by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @simplegenius042 to share some wippy stuff (thank youuuuu~ i promise i'll start catching up on tags later this evening i know i am. behind orz) some werewolf au syb waking up from her nap after getting home from the hope county clinic after her incident at st. francis. this is. uh. a little gross, so trigger warning for a human (or. werewolf in human form/human unaware she's a werewolf) consuming raw meat.

It’s her stomach that draws her out of bed before she’s fully awake. The soft haze of sleep still clings to her vision, blurring the harsh edges of reality into gentle shadows and muted colors. Pale light from the waning moon streams in through the windows as she stumbles in a stupor out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She stops in front of the refrigerator. Her fingers curl around the handle, flinging the door open.

She reaches inside not for the pitcher of water nor the bag of shredded cheddar, but rather the pound of ground beef sitting on the top shelf. The plastic wrap gives way as she tears into it. Her fingers dig into the soft, wet meat, curling her index and middle finger to spoon it into her mouth raw. It squishes against her palate and between her teeth, smooth and creamy. The flavor bursts on her tongue, sharp, metallic, but with an underlying sweetness that only seems to stoke her hunger, rather than sate it. 

A low, satisfied moan rumbles deep in her chest. She leans back against the counter and slides down to sit on the cool linoleum floor. Already, her hands are tacky with blood. Her tongue curls around her fingers as she sucks them clean, desperate to savor every last drop. 

It isn’t until she’s shoving her face into the styrofoam tray and licking the cellulose pad in an attempt to suck out more blood that she registers what she’s actually doing. She freezes and the empty tray falls to the ground as she stares aghast at her red-stained hands while her chest heaves with rough, ragged breaths.

and some of the viking au that's been coming together in bits and pieces. here's some syb (a frankish christian living in england and a prisoner of war) having a bad shroom trip because faith gave her a potion (bliss) that made her see visions of her and jacob (pagan, the one holding her hostage) where she is behaving in very. uh. un-christian ways.

[Sybille’s] head throbs and her stomach cramps, her guts threatening to turn her inside out. Tears burn her cheeks as they streak through the dirt and grime, and she stares up at the wicce who forced her to drink that vile potion. “Why do you show me these things?” she sobs. 

Faith dips a rag into a bowl of water and gently dabs the sweat from Sybille’s brow. 

“She shows you nothing,” murmurs the False King, “all she has done is open your mind to the Will of God.” He leans in close, piercing blue eyes staring into her very soul. “Tell me, what do you see?”

taglist (opt in/out)

@josephseedismyfather, @la-grosse-patate, @knakrack (tumblr was only letting me tag your retired oc blog, sorry), @florbelles, @statichvm,

@fourlittleseedlings, @wrathfulrook, @harmonyowl, @ivymarquis, @carlosoliveiraa

@cassietrn, @confidentandgood, @strafethesesinners, @trench-rot, @miyabilicious,

@g0dspeeed, @inafieldofdaisies, @josephslittledeputy, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman

@finding-comfort-in-rain, @voidika, @strangefable, and anyone else wanting to share a wip today!

[naritaren]

https://www.tumblr.com/naritaren/747689735132168192 but this is hot? it's only ok when you find it hot then and no one else? so *everyone* in the fandom has to walk on eggshells around you even when stuff like this is inconsistent is that right?

also maybe you could let people know to tag as the likelihood is the blogs probably forgot/were unaware and needed to be educated, not because they thought it was hot and did it to spite you. you talk about people having empathy but it runs both ways, maybe everything isn't actually always a personal attack on you?

Do you see the difference between that post and what I'm talking about?

Now, I know reading comprehension is piss poor, but if you look here, you'll see something important. Both people in the post are tagged, and relevant triggers are also tagged! It's weird, but you're trying to say I'm inconsistent when I'm asking for things to be TAGGED. So you try and pull a post of mine to say, "Oh, it's not the same," except it's TAGGED. Which is the crux of things. I never said it was a personal attack, but thanks for showing your ass. I wasn't even the first person to say anything about it this time, either! That's the funny part. I'm not the only person who benefits from this tagging. I'm just the loudest.

Have the day you fucking deserve.

[neoarchipelago]

tw for rape and sorta mentions of suicide (just basically saying kys in context ) for those very sensitive or triggered by these!!

but like i went through all the posts i could find and they never said anything bad about non con or dubcon she said rape fics were bad- and the point of her being a “hypocrite” for writing dubcon confuses me as why would someone who didnt support that stuff write it? it doesn’t make sense to me. i understand not liking her point on the kys bit but you guys got really hung up on it and completely missed the point of it about literal rape being romanticized and used as a fetish, not noncon and the likes used as a coping mechanism. it breaks my heart to see especially from people i supported and enjoyed a lot and got me into this community supporting rape. ive dealt with lots of sexual assults and have been raped myself a few times starting from a young age and let me tell you, its horrible. me and my boyfriend do get quite rough at times and do indulge in things like noncon- something that is used to cope and can help- and it is so much different than actually being raped. if you like it rough and dirty trust me girl i completely get it but actually being raped is the most demeaning, violating, and live devastating things that can happen- not to mention the other physical side affects of it. not trying to spread hate, maybe i should be for supporting it, but im more just sad? like seeing a community im so into and my biggest comfort character ( who also has dealt with rape) supporting and defending it all just feels like a betrayal and so debilitating. so many of my safe spaces have been ruined in a physical and metaphysical sense and it just reminds me of the sa when i was a teenager and other boys on my team (i was raped and abused by multiple wrestlers as i was the only girl in the sport in a very large state wide tournament hosted by my school) joking about it and making it not serious not taking me serious and sexualizing the whole situation and thinking i was lucky for a chick. just sickening and heartbreaking to see and the worst throwback thursday ever.

Hi love. First of all, I'm truly sorry of what happened to you. No one should ever have to go through that and you are truly amazingly strong.

Thank you for sharing your point through respect and calm.

I'd like to throw you back to this essay that explains my point of view here. Of course, it's understandable if you don't accept it. I'm not here to convince anyone on this. This is sharing a point of view.

Here, hoping that you fully understand.

This will however be the last time I'll debate on this subject, further comment or anons will simply get a copy paste.

THIS CONTAINS SA , SH AND SEXUAL CONTENT, BE CAREFUL

I- dub-con, non-con and CNC kink in fiction.

A- the place of these themes in fiction and how it separated from reality.

I think the line has to be drawn. A line people seem to forget too easily. Obviously, rape is a horrible thing. This fact has never been refuted in any fics or novels or books. No writer will ever tell you, ‘rape is awesome and soooo romantic’.

Fiction is absolutely fiction. We are aware of it. There's a big difference. This obviously something readers choose to read being aware of fiction. Being aware that the real thing is horrible. Warnings and tags are always there to avoid readers unaware of it.

B- the differences with other themes

One thing I've been asked is what kind of difference writing rape is from writing dub-con or even pedophilia?

On dub-con, the line is blurred. Softer, protagonist may be in a path where the sexual action is wanted but blocked by the mind or pushed to it by the other protagonist, forcing their own need to give in. It is still seen as rape as consent is not fully given. There's not much difference from non-con. Writers usually use this tag to avoid any triggers to people.

For pedophilia, let's see this in a more details. I think we can all agree that all these themes, dub-con, CNC, non con, always involve adults. Whatever it is the kink, or in stories, it’s adults. Adults who are aware of what sex is and what this kink it. Children should never be near any of those themes. It's not about kinks anymore, children don't have kinks.

II- the reality of voicing your opinion on internet

A- SA victims and SH victims, sexual shame

Now there's something we need to talk about. Writing theses themes are used by many as a coming mechanism. SA victims may often use these writings to help the aftermath of these events in their own life.

In the kink itself it's something that obviously causes a lot of shame towards people who are not part of it. But many things need to be said. It's a need for a control of a situation that is dangerous and traumatizing. It's a sign of truth with your partner. Fiction is a way to live that fantasy in full safety as they are clearly aware of the truth of that situation in real life.

Now the thing that has started this whole conversation was the ‘don’t forget to tell rape kink writers to off themselves’.

It is not a small detail. Not at all!

This is where fiction is separated from reality. You are telling a real person to commit a real act that could lead to fatal consequences.

Obviously I think we’re all aware that many people on this website suffer from depression, self harm tendencies and bullying. I do too. Your words matter. Trust me. We’ve seen it with Inquisitor’s death while a live TikTok.

Many other tiktokers who had helped not only spread rumors but bully the creator only realized their mistake once he killed himself.

This is a no turn back situation.

Do you think you have the guts to wake up in the morning, knowing someone killed themselves because they wrote something you were against? That you are the reason they died? Their families are grieving?

You can find an article on the CNC kink here:

-https://www.choosingtherapy.com/consensual-non-consent/

B- respect even through anger

We have established one thing. The internet is a wild, free universe. Anyone can say or write or post whatever they want.

You are free to voice out your opinion, anger amongst these binary and servers. But one thing that is not ok is the way you say it.

A point doesn't need to be full of hate or threats to be said. Especially when serious consequences could be blown by it.

Everyone has their opinion, things they don't like. You are free to avoid tags, not read, block people. Protect yourself first. But attacking isn't protecting yourself. You’re simply causing another kind of harm.

People need to own up to their words and actions.

If you tell someone to kill themselves, it's horrible. It's an actual crime. A full crime.

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[stevesbipanic]

Really not meaning to be rude but are you aware that bi/gay/queer panic are literal, hugely homophobic, legal defenses that'll lower punishment for people who murder gay or trans people? it's not a bygone thing, this is still law both in and out of america which just... makes your username each time I see it make me flinch like hell. I'm genuine not meaning this as an accusation, I'm assuming you're unaware, but if so, I'd want to know soo uhh yeah (see here for example, but if you google either you'll find a bunch of stuff on it too; https://lgbtqbar.org/programs/advocacy/gay-trans-panic-defense/ )

Hi there, I'm well aware of the "gay panic defence" it has been discussed here on this blog before by another anon and I'll say the same thing I said to them. Firstly, this hasn't been widely used in awhile, in most cases this person would be convicted of both murder and a hate crime. Secondly, I'm not from America and if my American followers would like to come tell me hey actually homophobic people are always getting away with these murders by using a defence that was outdated even in the 90s then by all means tell me and my response will be yeah that's fucked maybe write to your governer and not my inbox. Thirdly, and this is truly the most important one, do you know how many people say the term bi panic or gay panic to mean omg gay feelings from looking at someone we like, it is very common place in and out of fandom. If my url makes you flinch everytime you see it I apologise but I am not in the position where I see it as an issue and if that is not acceptable for you by all means block me I won't be offended if that's what you need same with people that block a tag that triggers them.

Thank you for writing to me but yes I've discussed this before and the people that read my url and think of an outdated defence are in the vaste minority.

[oleander-foxglove]

An Introduction

After using tumblr for Gods know how many years, it seems appropriate to finally include an introduction for anyone curious.

Name: Taylor (or Olly/Lee in certain circles)

Location: England, UK

Age: 26

Pronouns: He/They/It

Favourite Colours: Prussian Blue, jewel tones, gold/brass.

Favourite Songs: Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, First Love by The Macabees (specifically a paper animated interation on YouTube), and Escape by Rupert Holmes

Favourite Book: The Poison Diaries by Maryrose Wood

Pansexual, Polyamorous, Enby/Trans masc

My body feels masculine enough that I have no desire to physically transition. I feel comfortable in the body i have as is in terms of gender, how it is percieved is a different issue. Generally speaking this is a NSFT/NSFW blog. I don't feel a need to separate my horny side from the rest of me- it's a big enough component of my general personality that i'm willing to keep it all together. Minors DNI, this blog is entirely 18+. I am an owned service sub. I don't like being called by dominant titles at all- it feels disrespectful to my Master to put us as the same status, and just... doesn't suit me in the slightest. He considers me His: His puppy; His cow; His doll; His drone; His acolyte; His property. I don't mind others using submissive titles casually (e.g. pup, puppy), but there should be no expectation of reciprocation behind it. I'm an open book, provided people turn to the right page. I.e. I'll happily discuss a lot of things about myself, but need prompting first.

Please assume anything not listed as a limit is something I am actively or passively interested in, or simply am unaware of.

Dynamics I'm Interested In:

Priest/acolyte

Master/slave or doll

Captor/captive

Predator/prey

Hive or Hive-Royal/drone

Hard Limits:

Scat

Vomit

Ageplay/ DDlg

Rejection and being deliberately ignored

Bimboification (specifically in relation to age play)

Forced feminisation (to such a degree it triggers dysphoria) and/or detransition stuff (Specifically as it pertains to kink)

Soft Limits:

Piss (No distinct interest, but also doesn't bother me)

Piercings (I'm fussy with being pierced and would prefer a professional doing it, but the concept is hot)

Savoury food play (awkward and uncomfortable experiences in the past, and also don't touch my food)

I'm not often someone who posts my own thoughts- though i'd like that to change. Any sub-coded posts by me will be colour coded into the main headspaces I tend towards: puppy, cow, doll, drone, and acolyte. All posts will be tagged under #OllyFoxPosts. Thank you for reading so far- it's appreciated. I'm always open to asks or DMs from anyone. ~Mr. R approved~

[rincle-roundel]

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Important: I will not be taking asks for gofundmes for Palestine anymore. I will link a spreadsheet of all vetted fundraisers here and here's another, another post with more fundraisers, along with operation olive branch. Share these or donate if you can.🍉 I also stand with Sudan and the Congo, if there's a masterpost of fundraisers for those countries, please let me know and send me the link. Here are some fundraisers for the Congo

I will reblog gofundmes and info posts for all 3 if I find them.

I use he/star pronouns, but I honestly don't care if you use they/them or she/her for me, just don't just use she/her for me. I'm transgender male, a demiboy and aroace + romance repulsed and possibly also greyromantic. I have ADHD, suspected autism and a feeling I have Paranoid Personality Disorder and Borderline Personality Disorder.

I am a therian! I am a cat theriotype!

I'm a very angry and aggressive person, I'm trying to learn how to be kind despite it. I do not know if this is personality related or due to mental health conditions

You may call me Star or Rincle!

I suspect I am plural with non-verbal or dormant alters, one of whom is Forged in Stars AU Grape! I have another alter, Cube from The Pink Corruption. He seems to be my trauma holder or something of the like.

Grape and Cube are passively active in my mind, but they talk to me.

Grape marks stuff with ⭐️🍇. Cube doesn't mark stuff, but most of my negposts are written by him.

Some warnings before interacting with me

I am incredibly easy and quick to anger, and it shows in large, quick bursts. I get over it quickly enough, so if I go from fine, to angry, to fine- that's likely why

I do use a lot of words to speak! Sorry for that

I'm incredibly anxious

I get annoyed easily

I swear... a lot

I MAKE SEXUAL JOKES, DRUG JOKES AND TALK ABOUT NSFW AT TIMES. LET ME KNOW IF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. AND I MEAN IF THEY MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE TO ANY DEGREE. I WILL NOT MAKE THEM IF THEY ARE A COMPLETE NO TO YOU.

I am often unaware of my own behaviours, please let me know if I am doing something that upsets you. I may get upset, but I will do my best to respect your wishes

I am not good with boundaries! REMIND ME IF I OVERSTEP THEM! SERIOUSLY! IF I OVERSTEP A BOUNDARY, TELL ME!!

I speak in caps at times. I'm not usually mad

I need and use tone tags!

I overthink things

I am paranoid at times, so I may have moments where I assume everyone hates me or is a liar

I hold hard grudges

I have trust issues (untrusting and overly trusting)

A lot of what I do seems to be a trauma response in a way. Sorry for that

TPC (The Pink Corruption), JSaB/JS&B (Just Shapes and Beats/Just Shapes & Beats), PA (Project Arythmia) and THS (The Heroic Six) fandoms DNI. This is for my own reasons.

I'm very sensitive, but you can treat me the same way you treat everyone else.

My triggers fluctuate, so I may be okay with one thing one day and have panic attacks the next

I tend to take out my emotions on others, I'm unlearning this however

I'm very pessimistic

I am a multishipper who ships weird things, nothing illegal though! PROBLEMATIC SHIPPERS DNI/DNF. I WILL BLOCK YOU UPON FINDING OUT

NSFW DNI/DNF please and thank you

I have 2 braincells at least

Very angry person

I GET OVER MY EMOTIONS RATHER QUICKLY!

People I have blocked, do not interact with me in any capacity. I will find out who you are and spit on you like a ponytown player

If you're telling me things, try and keep them consistent. I believe almost everything is a lie, and it's easier on my brain if things are consistently told to me about important subjects. If this doesn't happen, it can cause paranoia, anxiety and lots of rage and distrust.

I don't tend to believe much, not sure if it's trauma, mental illness or something else

No matter how small or "meaningless" something is, please let me know what bothers you. Even if it changes from time-to-time.

Totally normal Spongebob

Here are some things to help draw fat people!(not fat myself, just wanna pin this here for reference)

My pikmin children (tws are in the tags)

My THS kiddos!

We match Pyrare's nasty

Cat genetic stuff! OUGGHHH!!

Asexual, Aromantic, and space graphics by: @shortcakeem0ji, @lemuriz, @abrasiveinanity other graphics have no known original creator or I have forgetten them. If any of these are yours and want credit or want them taken down, let me know. Credit of the images used goes to @laikascomet/4leafisland and Brittany Robinson on YouTube!

People who interact with Dexter or whatever name Moony is making them use, don't interact with my blog.

[imnotabirdclaw]

hiya darlings! ☆

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my name is talen, but i also use noxiane and dyne (preferably dyne or talen)! i rather if people don't use pronouns on me, but any xenopronouns are fine.

im currently unaware of my gender, but gendervoid is what im going with currently.

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i am autistic and i have adhd. i am also apart of system. this is my private account though. we dont have a shared system account.

english ain't my first language so if i spurt out random nonsense that you don't understand, just ask me to explain what i mean. might have to ask you to explain stuff too.

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please read this: if you know me from yeahjaronlightupsketchers or any of my other args, please just be aware that this account has NOTHING to do with the lore from them accounts. you can send me your theories though! also please separate me from any characters on that blog. im a person. treat me like one.

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tagging system!

《♡ noxiane's responses ♡》 - answering asks/talking to people (basically just convos)! also just posts from me

《♤ outrider [name] ♤》 - anons! sometimes i call anons 'nonnie'. it's what an old friend of mine called them.

《◇ sharin' is carin' ◇》- reblogs! won't tag if it's a convo through reblogs tho

《☆ user [their user] ☆》- kinda like nonnies except they're just not on anon.

《♧ tmi bozo ♧》- rant posts!

《○ theories! ○》- theories about yeahjaronlightupsketchers!

all tws are tagged as "tw [the triggering content]"

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thank you for reading this, and always remember: if you see anything strange, just keep it to yourself, darling ;] /ref

[xutokawa]

↬ dance with me | pt. 2

pairing: k.bokuto x fem!reader

genre(s): soulmate!au, soul-crushing angst, some fluff, childhood best friends to lovers

warnings: langauge

wc: 2k

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✧ updates every 1-3 days

a/n: heartbreak ahead!! you have been warned!!

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The world slowly shifted into focus as your bleary eyes adjusted to the familiar setting of your room. In all honesty, you didn’t want to get up. The thought of going to the bathroom to search every inch of your body just to confirm Bokuto would never be yours pained you. Rubbing your eyes, you slowly sat up until your eyes locked onto your wrist. 

Confusion clouded your mind as you stared at the thick lines. The two black lines stared back at you. Was this a cruel joke? The two lines were situated in the same spot Bokuto’s were, except you were one line off from matching his. You scoffed as tears welled up in your eyes. 

One line off from being soulmates, huh?

You cursed at the universe for dangling your happiness in front of your face. Tears began streaming down your face as your bedroom door opened, revealing your mother. Her smile immediately fell into a worried look as she took in your state, rushing to your side to cradle you in her arms. You wordlessly showed her your wrist, and she immediately understood. She knew Bokuto’s soulmate mark as he was practically a son to her, but she also knew of your feelings for the owl-haired man. 

“I hate it,” you choked out, “out of all the soulmate marks I could’ve gotten, it had to be one just short of matching his.”

Meeting face to face with Bokuto seemed like the worst possible decision. You attempted to leave for school early, hoping to avoid him on the way and hiding in the library until classes started. That plan went down the drain, however, when you opened your front door to come face to face with Bokuto’s beaming face.

“Happy birthday, y/n!” 

You couldn’t stand it, seeing his blinding smile. Your heart yearned for nothing more than to run into his arms, engulfed by his scent, but the burning on your wrist remained a reminder of what could never be yours. Mustering up the happiest smile you could, you beamed back at him, pushing your tears back, hoping he wouldn’t notice your red eyes. Unfortunately for you, Bokuto’s eyes immediately shifted into concern as he took in your puffy, red eyes. 

“What’s wrong? Have you been crying?” 

Mind reeling into panic, you quickly looked away. There’s no way you could tell him you had been crying about your soulmate mark, so you came up with the quickest lie you could think of.

“I didn’t get a soulmate mark,” you whispered, looking down at your shoes. 

The hug you had been yearning for earlier finally came. Familiar, strong arms tightly wrapped around your body as the wing spiker attempted to console you. You couldn’t help but give in to the tears, the situation being too much to bear. 

“Shh, it’s okay! I’ve heard stories of soulmate marks appearing a little late! Maybe yours will appear tomorrow!” Bokuto tried to comfort you.

Sniffling, you pushed him away to look up at him. His large hands came up to wipe the tears from your cheek. 

“Yeah, maybe that’s it,” you offered a small smile. Dread started pooling in your stomach as you realized you had to hide your soulmate mark from Bokuto, unconsciously pulling down the sleeves of your sweater past your fingers. 

Attempting to lighten the situation, Bokuto held out the poorly wrapped gift he presented earlier, “Here’s your long awaited birthday gift!”

You reached out to grab it before the owl-haired boy held it above his head, just out of your reach.

“Nuh uh, I promised Akaashi we would give your birthday gifts together,” Bokuto said with a teasing smirk on his face. Rolling your eyes, you laughed at his ridiculousness as you pushed past him, beginning your trek to school. You walked for a while before turning around calling out to Bokuto. He hadn’t moved from his spot, seemingly deep in thought before you called out to him.

“Hey, owl boy! Hurry up! I want to open my presents!”

Turning around with a grin, he ran after you before falling in step next to you.

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The two of you met up with Akaashi at the school gates. The setter immediately pulled you into a hug, wishing you a happy birthday.

“Thanks, Akaashi,” you smiled at him. The three of you sat at a table in the courtyard. The two boys placed their presents in front of you, and you giggled at the noticeable difference in the wrapping. Akaashi’s present had been neatly placed in a gift bag, tissue paper emerging from the top of the bag. Bokuto’s on the other hand, looked like he crumpled wrapping paper around the object, wrapping tape around the entire present in a spiral. You reached for Akaashi’s gift before Bokuto suddenly shot up.

“Oh, shoot! I forgot coach wanted me to see him before school!” 

The wing spiker hurriedly started for the gym, calling out behind him, “don’t open your gifts yet, y/n! I’ll be right back!”

Both you and Akaashi chuckled at his forgetfulness before you yelled out, “Okay! You better hurry! No promises!”

Once Bokuto was out of earshot, Akaashi turned to you.

“Did something happen between you two?”

You looked up at him in confusion, “What do you mean? Nothing happened.”

“Your eyes are red and Bokuto doesn’t seem as energetic.” The later part of the sentence shocked you. Was Bokuto not as cheerful as he usually was?

“I may have cried this morning,” you sighed as you looked down. Wordlessly, you pulled up your sleeve and showed him your wrist. Akaashi’s eyes widened. He had long known about your feelings for the wing spiker.  

“Why did you cry? Doesn’t this mean you’re soulmates?” Akaashi looked at you with wide eyes, “Why haven’t you told him?”

“Akaashi, are you blind? They’re not the same! It’s so fucking shitty that it’s so close to matching! All it does is taunt me,” you cried out in frustration.

“Y/n, are you serious? I thought you would’ve known this,” Akaashi looked at you puzzled, “yours does match with his!”

You looked at him with a confused gaze, “Stop messing with me, Akaashi. This isn’t funny.”

“Y/n, your soulmate mark completes Bokuto’s.”

Your eyes widened in shock as you froze. Heart hammering, your mind swirled in confusion. How had you not thought of this? Your friend’s soulmate mark worked the same way. The red semi-circle on her pinky finger was completed by her soulmate’s to create a full circle. 

Imagining Bokuto’s soulmate mark, you realized Akaashi was right. The two thick lines on your wrist would perfectly fit between the three on Bokuto’s wrist, forming a black square. 

“Wh-what do I do? I panicked this morning and told him my soulmate mark didn’t show!”

Akaashi let out a sound of surprise, “Really? You panicked so you told him you didn’t have one?”

Sheepishly, you scratched the top of your head as you avoided the setter’s gaze.

“I guess you’ll just have to tell him the truth later,” Akaashi sighed out, “you can’t lie to him about something as important as a soulmate mark.”

You quickly pulled your sleeve back down at the sight of Bokuto jogging back to where you and Akaashi were seated.

“I’m back! Hurry and open your presents,” Bokuto huffed out, unaware of the conversation you and Akaashi had. Staring at him in amazement, you couldn’t wrap your head around him being your soulmate. Unexplainable happiness bubbled in your stomach as a wide smile stretched across your face. Heart soaring, you couldn’t help but throw your arms around Bokuto’s neck. The spiker tensed under your touch, but easily melted into the hug, wrapping his arms around you.

He was yours. Your soulmate.

“What’s this for?” You felt the rumble of Bokuto’s chest as he chuckled.

Pulling back, you stared into his honey eyes. 

“Just because,” you smiled at him. 

“Can you just hurry and open our presents,” Akaashi groaned, rolling his eyes, “class is going to start soon.”

“Okay, okay, I am,” you chuckled as you reached for Akaashi’s present.

Pulling out the tissue paper, you peered into the gift bag, pulling out a gray hoodie. You squealed in excitement as you unfolded the sweatshirt. 

“Akaashi! I can’t believe you got this!”

You had been eyeing the sweater for a while, never pulling the trigger on purchasing it because of the price tag. It was a simple gray sweater with white hearts embroidered above the cuffs. You adored the simplicity of the design.

“Now I don’t have to hear you complain about buying it anymore,” the setter chuckled. 

You wrapped your arms around him with a quick thanks.

“Okay, now open mine!” Bokuto bounced his knees in excitement. 

Pulling the wrapping paper off of his present, you inwardly blushed at the fact that this would be his first gift for you as a soulmate. After struggling through the layer of tape, you finally tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a velvet box. Heart hammering in your chest, you slowly opened the box to reveal a gold necklace. Dangling in the middle was a small diamond shaped pendant. 

“It’s beautiful, Bokuto,” You beamed at him. A relaxed smile spread across his face.

“Thank goodness you like it, I knew you liked simple stuff but I didn’t know if this was too simple,” Bokuto said as he took the box from your hands, “Let me help you.”

Heat rised to your cheeks as you felt Bokuto’s finger brush across the back of your neck, sending tingles down your back. Your hand reached up to hold the pendant as you turned around, smiling at the wing spiker.

“Thank you,” you said, looking into his eyes. Akaashi was right. Undecipherable emotions filled his eyes as he stared back at you. 

Akaashi pulled you out of your thoughts, standing up. 

“Alright, I’m going to head to class,” he said, swinging his bag over his shoulder. Quickly gathering your things, you stand up, waving to him.

“See you at lunch!” you said, starting in the opposite direction, “you coming, Bo?”

Jumping as if he was shocked, Bokuto looked back at you from where he was seated.

“It’s alright, I’ll catch up with you later!”

Shrugging, you brushed it off, replying, “Alright, I’ll see you after class!”

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Sitting through your first class was torture. Your mind ran through a million ways to tell Bokuto about your soulmate mark, before settling on just telling him the entire truth. Coming clean about your previous feelings and explaining everything that happened this morning seemed like the best option. 

As soon as the bell rang, you rushed to find Bokuto in the hallways, finding him almost immediately. 

“Bo! I have to tell you something,” you called out as you walked towards him. 

“That’s perfect! I have something to tell you too,” Bokuto said, pulling you away from the crowded hallways. The two of you went outside, away from your peers. 

“What did you need to tell me?” the owl-haired boy asked. You felt your heart in your throat as you nervously looked down. What if he rejected you as his soulmate? It was rare, but always a possibility. Training your gaze on his wrist, you opened your mouth, ready to tell him the complete truth. 

A hand slipping into Bokuto’s stopped you in your tracks. You watched as perfectly manicured nails threaded between his. Slowly looking up, your eyes met with a familiar face. Glancing back and forth between her face and Bokuto’s avoiding gaze, you stammered out, “Wh-what’s this?”

“I guess I’ll tell you my news first, since we’re all here,” the spiker nervously laughed, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Machi here confessed to me this morning after you left, and obviously, I accepted,” Bokuto said as he raised the hand holding Machi’s between them.

Indescribable pain seared through your chest as you stared at their interlaced fingers. Your mind went blank as you lost feeling in your legs, unsure if you were even standing at this point. Heart shattered into a million pieces, you stared at Bokuto, confusion and hurt clouding your being. You waited for Bokuto to burst out laughing, making fun of you for falling for his prank. You waited, and waited, but the spiker refused to look you in your eye, training his eyes on a spot on the floor. 

It was as if the world fell out from underneath you.

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[princessgemma12]

are you... aware that the term "proship" on tumblr means you're in favor of specifically adult/child ships and not just ship content in general? like. if you are, that's... whatever. but the rest of your blog doesn't seem to have that content so I'm just wanting to make sure you know.

Firstly, I'd like to thank you for wording this so politely--it's just always refreshing when people can curate open, honest dialogue on the internet, and I appreciate the fact that you're being decent.

Secondly, I'm gonna give a short answer here, but expand on this more below for those who want to read it, especially because it adds more context and better explains my particular stance on the matter.

A few warnings: discussions and mentions of adult/child fictional pairings, child sexual abuse, and incest in fiction--all of this is vague and simply covers the topic, not any particular instance. This is not fanfiction, writing advice, zip--just having a conversation about a point of contention within the fandom sphere. Normally, I'd put all of that stuff in the tags, but I don't know what Anon has filtered out and I don't want them to lose their answer. These warnings are only really relevant under the cut, so anyone can skip the long answer and be done with this post if they need to be. As always, please proceed with caution and take care of yourself.

Short answer:

I was unaware that term "proship" on Tumblr was specifically adult/child--I'm on the "proship" side of Tumblr where people complain about antis and being harassed, and the benefits of shipping and the importance of properly tagging content, and most of us use the term to refer to people who aren't against shipping. So that ranges from "it's none of my business what other people ship" to "yes, I actively enjoy this ship that, in reality, would land one or both parties in prison." I'm both of those. I don't condone real-person shipping or erotica written about real people--or really any fiction written about real, living people. I think it's inconsiderate because you're treating a real live person as a character to play god with.

Now... I am aware that generally online, "proship" encompasses incestuous and nonconsensual ships of all kinds, including those between an adult character and a child character. I'm fine with this, so long as creators are courteous and tag their work properly--many abuse survivors (some of whom I know) use content like that to cope, as recommended by the majority of mental health professionals, and their own therapists. I find it a bit odd (not in a bad way!) that you felt the need to clarify this for me because I have posted about it before. Perhaps you have tags that I use on such posts blocked. I do my best to trigger warn for discussions of or content featuring... intense or potentially harmful themes, including abuse and certain ships.

If you have any more questions, feel free to ask. Sign yourself with a nickname for me to tag you as if you want. I'll be calling you "New Anon" for this post because, well. Ya' get it, hm? Also, please let me know your pronouns if they/them make you uncomfortable.

Long answer: under the cut

Uhhh... for clarification purposes, when I reference an adult/child ship, I mean a typical mortal pairing--I'm not counting things like Twilight or demons possessing teenagers, because the "rules" of those situations are murky at best and I'm unfamiliar with the general opinions of those within fandom. I'm just not very educated on the topic and it's only something that I've ever dabbled in--most of the pairings I've read about, watched, etc., for any reason, have been either exclusively mortal or exclusively immortal, so.

Personally, I find adult/child "ships" to be very enjoyable if it's an abuse recovery story. If the relationship is framed under a consensual light, I usually don't enjoy it, except if it's a particularly dark fic where the perpetrator is the one whose perspective is being written--I enjoy fiction that turns my stomach. I'm very put-off by a/c fics where the child thinks it's consensual and doesn't grow and learn from that--I like seeing the consequences of the abuser's actions catch up with them, and that is what I seek out from most a/c fiction. There are fantasy/sci-fi elements that can change that, but I'm not going to dive into my erotica taste without request--that would be incredibly rude and assuming. (I don't even know how old you are, either.)

That said, I understand that there are other people who find adult/child ships enjoyable for other reasons. Some pose such relationships under a consensual light, and enjoy them that way, and that's not any of my business. These are fictional characters. I won't lie and say that I "approve of" or "endorse" or "encourage" every single pairing, regardless of its characters, but at the end of the night, it really doesn't affect me. I know how to curate my online experience to be enjoyable and safe for myself, and others are only responsible for their experience and tagging their content (which is very important regardless of the pairing or anything; use the tags!). What other people enjoy in fiction isn't my concern--if they're not harming other people, then really who cares? It's fake, after all.

And yes, there are people that legitimately cannot tell the difference between fiction and reality. That is absolutely true and a valid concern for anyone to have. However, they are not my responsibility, nor are they other creators' responsibilities. It is not my fault if they infer that deplorable actions in fiction are acceptable in real life, regardless of whether it was my content they drew that conclusion from. People's minds are their own, and people who are not capable of healthily curating their internet experience should be aided in that endeavor because internet safety is incredibly important. If I had a friend or relative that needed assistance in this, I would help where I can, but it is not my job as a blogger or creator to make sure my content is "safe"--only that is avoidable.

[foundthe8wing]

Okay, doing this over here because my main tumblr is usually a place for me to vibe and I don’t want all the bullshit tied to that account, but basically: I’m really angry and disappointed with the dndads cast for how they’ve put a lot of the minors in their fanbase in danger. Everything below is a repost from twitter (with permission from the OP, crypticjoy), and I’ll link the thread in a reblog. 

Under a cut because it’s long and potentially triggering (content warnings for grooming, sexualizing minors, and sexual assault)

[OP tagged the relevant cast accounts; I added slashes here bc I’m not sure if those same urls exist on tumblr and I don’t want to be randomly tagging people over here]

5:49 PM Sep 5, 2020

“I don’t usually do this, but: the way that the cast of @/dungeonsanddads engages with their audience is actively dangerous to minors, and they need to get it together. (cw for discussion of grooming, sexualizing minors, sexual assault)

First off, there are some iffy jokes and situations in the podcast itself. I’m not going to get into all of it right here, but have a google doc: [doc will also be linked in reblog]

Yes, the kids in #dndads are fictional, but that doesn’t mean this stuff doesn’t affect real kids listening. a. it normalizes talking/joking about kids in that way and b. There’s a lot of inconsistancy and confusion on the lines they draw--

Paeden saying “baby” is weird but Ron sitting in Terry Jr’s lap isn’t? I’m confused. You know who the fuck relies on that type of confusion and unclarity? Fucking predators

And I’m not saying every in-character decision has to be perfectly moral or acceptable, but the way the cast, out of character, discuss what’s weird and what’s not sends a lot of mixed messages. And that’s legitimately dangerous.

So then you take all of this, and you add a patron discord server that lets nsfw discussions run virtually unchecked--you create a fandom space that allows adults to discuss kinks, and porn searches, and just, all this other stuff, with teenagers...

... and it becomes a breeding ground for grooming and abuse.

The creators aren’t responsible for babysitting their fanbase or for how people engage with their content outside of their spaces (though, again, I’d urge them to be very careful about what kind of messages they’re sending)

But  they ARE responsible for taking basic steps to keep the spaces that THEY create and engage with safe.

“But the rules for the server say 18+!” The rules say you have to be 18 *or have parental permission.* They also say to keep things PG-13. That’s vastly different than establishing something as an adult-only/nsfw space.

“Minors shouldn’t be joining/listening anyway!” The cast can’t control who listens and neither can I, but there’s a difference between knowing teens are listening to you discuss sex with your adult friends vs facilitating conversations between teens and adults on those topics.

“If people are uncomfortable they can just leave.” First off, this situation isn’t just uncomfortable, it’s unSAFE. Second: fuck that. It’s not on minors to set and maintain boundaries about this stuff; a lot of them literally do not know how

Not because they’re stupid, but because they’re young and inexperienced. It’s the responsibility of adults to set and enforce healthy boundaries around sexual discussions, and this particular group of adults has done a fucking terrible job

(Maybe don’t encourage listeners to DM you about kinks! Maybe especially don’t do that when you’ve communicated, intentionally or not, that making and escalating sexual jokes is a really good way to get a reaction from you guys)

I get that they didn’t expect to have so many young listeners, but to be aware of that fact and make no adjustments whatsoever is irresponsible and it WILL lead to someone getting hurt. Does their “young, thirsty, female” audience only exist to them when they can laugh about it?

And let’s be absolutely 1000% clear: this isn’t an issue they’re unaware of. The stuff I’m talking about is an ongoing problem with how their server is run, but it came to a head with one specific situation very recently:

They released a bonus, patron-exclusive episode about the dads taking the bdsm test. Given the general state of the server, I was worried about where those discussions might lead, so before it dropped, I reached out to @/anthony_burch to express my concern

He told me he raised the issue with @/fwong and Ashley, meaning at least three members of the dndads team were aware of the situation, and decided it didn’t warrant any type of preemptive action on their part

(alternatively, it means Anthony lied, which would be a whole separate issue)

[Image ID: a discord DM conversation from Sep 1, 2020, between a crossed out username and reverendanthony. It reads: 

OP: heyyyyy have you guys considered that releasing an episode focused on the bdsm test is almost inevitably going to lead to a bunch of 15 year olds sharing their results in your server because you might want to get ahead of that before someone gets hurt

reverendanthony: oh holy shit, really good idea

OP: thanks, I know it's easy to veer into that territory just because of the nature of your show but I wanted to bring it to your attention because I figured you don't want to create a situation that's like, actively dangerous (and for the record I'm willing to discuss what I think would make it safer but I'm also not going to assume you want/need my input, obviously you can handle it however you see fit)

reverendanthony: No, thank you for bring it up, I really appreciate it -- I just raised the issue with Freddie and Ashley

OP: Good to know, thank you /End ID]

I’m not overreacting. I have seen this shit happen, to my friends and to myself, and watching the dndads cast take absolutely no meaningful action to prevent situations like that from occurring directly under their noses makes me fucking livid

I can guarantee that the #dungeonsanddaddies fanbase includes both predators and survivors of abuse, grooming, etc (including those currently living through it), and I need them to think very, very hard about which group they’re prioritizing.

And I need that choice to be evident through more than just their words, because it doesn’t fucking matter how much you “really appreciate” that I brought up my concerns if you do fuck-all to address them.

It doesn’t matter how many times you say the word “consent” if apparently everyone was okay that “Darryl gets sexually assaulted” was almost a plot point played for laughs.

(His dare from Scam  would have been rape, straight up. Just because no one said the word doesn’t mean it wasn’t coercive and gross).

I’d like to think the @/dungeonsanddads cast isn’t intentionally encouraging abuse, but they’re sure as hell enabling it, and they needed to get their shit together ages ago, because they’re not the ones their negligence hurts.”

Quote retweet by OP 6:51 PM Sep 7, 2020

“So, they updated the rules for the patron server, but I want to be really clear that from my perspective, it’s way too little, way too late. 

The new rules don’t adequately address the core issues and they certainly don’t absolve the cast of the harm they’ve already caused. 

[Tweet includes 2 screenshots: one of a bot asking people to click thumbs up to confirm they’re 18+ (or have a parent’s permission) and agree to the rules, and one that includes two of the rules. It reads: 

“This is an 18+ space. Them’s the rules: per Patreon’s policy, you must be 18+ or have parental permission.

Use language as if you’re at your parents dinner table. Don’t get people in trouble because of your SPICY POSTS. Keep conversation polite. NSFW content is not allowed!”]

(and before anyone says I should bring up my concerns privately, a quick refresher on how well that went last time I did it:) 

[links back to the “(alternatively, it means Anthony lied . . .)” tweet from the original thread]

So hey, @/fwong, some thoughts:

1.The rules are vague and unclear: what /exactly/ do you mean when you say “NSFW content is not allowed!” when the content of your show itself is so often nsfw? And how are you planning to enforce this?

Does it mean you’ll shut down the MBIC conversation that is literally just kink discussion? I need you to be clear on where the line is, because, again, predators rely on that confusion. Don’t give them a gray area to play in. 

For an example of a more clear policy, it’s pretty easy to say, “yep, ‘Henry gets pegged’ sure is a sentence we said on our show and you don’t have to pretend it’s not, but if you’d like to discuss it in any more detail at all, you need to move”

2. Remember how I said I needed to be clear on whether you’re prioritizing survivors or predators? While I doubt it was intentional, the language you’re using here is prioritizing predators.

It’s not “don’t get people in trouble,” it’s “don’t make people uncomfortable.” It’s “we all have a responsibility to make sure this space is safe for everyone, especially the younger members of the community.”

You’re setting people up to be afraid of expressing concerns for fear of “getting people in trouble” or “inciting unnecessary drama.” Even if it’s not what YOU meant, it’s very easy for those words to be manipulated, so +

You absolutely have to be explicitly clear that if someone expresses their discomfort, you’ve got their back. Being safe is more important than being polite. 

3. I need every cast member to take responsibility for their own actions. I’ve gotten no indication from any of you that you understand the ways in which the in-show things I brought up were harmful.

Acknowledging that harm is important not just because of the immediate effects of that content, but also because it implicitly sets an example for how similar complaints should be dealt with going forward.

When someone says “hey, I was uncomfortable that you seem fine with the Glennary ship, because she reads as very young to me,” I don’t need a dissertation on how the perception of characters can evolve due to your improvisational nature

I need to hear “oh, I interpreted her differently, but you’re right, we should have been more clear, and I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.” Because your responses to your own mistakes set the tone for any other situations like that going forward.

How comfortable is someone going to be with coming to you, or Ash, or any of the mods about someone making them uncomfortable if they’ve seen that when people call YOU out, they’re argued with and shut down?

Don’t tell people you’ve “made it clear that you won’t go there” when they tell you that you ARE there. Listen to them and do better. 

Set the expectation that people will be respected when they raise their concerns. “If you want to come at me you have to bring the heat” is not an appropriate response on a subject that made people genuinely uncomfortable. 

In essence: set people up to be supported and protected, not dismissed. 

[It’s like a matriosche of tweets over here. This one links to another thread, also by crypticjoy. That thread reads:

A non-comprehensive guide to keeping discord servers safe for minors:

1. Make designated channels for nsfw/18+ discussion. Generally speaking, this is a lot more effective than banning those discussions altogether, because it’s a lot easier to say “hey, can you move this conversation?” than “hey, I need you to stop”

In fandom spaces, it’s usually a good idea to have separate channels for talking about nsfw fiction vs discussing your personal sex lives.

2. Give everyone minor/adult roles; make sure your 18+ channels are locked to people who don’t have an adult role. It’s important that there’s more of a barrier there than just checking a box.

3. NSFW channels shouldn’t necessarily be a free-for-all; be aware of people’s boundaries and respect them (for example, r*pe jokes aren’t funny or okay, even if you’re not making them around kids)

4. Explicitly state in your rules that people should feel free to come to mods if anyone is making them uncomfortable. Actually listen to people and resolve the situation if they do approach you.

5. Make it clear that creepy behavior via DMs or other means is also not tolerated--you can’t control what people do outside your server, but you can make the choice to not allow people like that in your space

6. Make sure mods are on top of things BEFORE people have to say anything; sometimes being a mod means being willing to be the “asshole” who shuts things down before they get out of hand, even if they’re not asked.

Be generally aware of signals that people are uncomfortable or that things are escalating too far, and address those situations sooner rather than later.

*It should be noted that safety involves a lot of components beyond just containing nsfw discussions; this thread just happens to be focused on that one specific element.

oh also! It's a good idea to provide resources on grooming so people know what to look out for [links to some resources; again, this’ll be in the reblog]]

So, @/dungeonsanddads, if you’re interested in anything beyond just having a flimsy excuse you can point to to cover your own ass, I’m gonna need you to try again.

Sorry I can’t be nicer about it, but I’ve given so many benefits of the doubt I could be running a successful charity, and this isn’t an issue I’m willing to drop. 

10:02 PM

Thought I was done but actually I've got a few more questions: to what extent were @/HeyBethMay, @/WillBCampos, and @/mattLarnold included in conversations about this issue/the new rules? Is this something your whole team is involved in?

Have you discussed what you're doing on a team and individual basis to keep your fan interactions safe, and are you on the same page about how much it matters? Are you holding each other accountable? Is everyone okay with where this ended up?”

[inkykeiji]

Thank you so much, Clari, both for responding quickly and for the response itself. (I was kinda anxious about this ngl) and I knew you weren't intentionally trying to hurt anyone! I'm glad you understand what I was trying to say and didn't feel hurt or attacked because that's the last thing I want😭 I make a conscious effort to separate cw and tw because boy oh boy have I gotten myself in sticky situations by using those interchangeably without a second thought so I suspected that's sorta what happened here. I prefer drawing stuff which I also have to tag appropriately and I really think that as artists (writing is art too!) we need to use cw just as much as tw. I genuinely can't express how thankful I am that you understand that, it's kinda silly but it makes all the difference. Someone who's unaware of what polyamory is would really misunderstand if it's labeled as a trigger, same with anything else that's not actually a trigger. And don't worry, I understand what you're saying completely so don't worry, you did not leave any room for misunderstandings about the bad relationships part of your response! :3 if anyone wants to avoid reading the xmas series because of the poly content then they should block the cw tag for it and not the tw tag!! I really hope I didn't start a war in your inbox though ;-; I'll be looking forward to reading the xmas series because it's not that often that I find stories with poly relationships written respectfully or by a person who understands them well enough so it will be the best gift to be able to feel so loved and included through a story with some of my favorite characters written by someone I admire so much. Thank you again Clari and keep warm! The weather is getting really bad in many places in the world🎃🧡

absolutely!! no problem <33 it's a serious issue, and likewise the last thing i would want is for you to think that i don't care or that i am intentionally trying to be disrespectful.

(just putting the rest under a read more because i know it's gonna get long hahaha)

no, you're right, and i should do the same, so thank you very much for bringing that to my attention!! i will be much more mindful about the differences between tw and cw in my tags going forward (though i plan to leave the general 'warnings' at the top of my pieces the same, though maybe i could bold the trigger warnings and leave the content warnings unbolded? at the moment i had only been bolding severe triggers (ie mental illness) but i think maybe bolding triggers in my little warnings paragraph is a good idea, too! just as an extra precautionary measure). i am also very glad to hear that you knew i had no ill intentions and could kind of see the error/mistake (as in, you could guess/suspect why it happened), and once again i am very grateful you brought it to my attention immediately!! this is how we learn and grow and become better, right? <3 i entirely agree with you, we need to use cw just as much as tw!

it is NOT silly. if it hurt you, or you felt insulted by it, it is not at all silly. your feelings are important, and they deserve to be heard and discussed!! you bring up very good points, and have been kind and respectful in bringing my mistake to my attention, thus aiding me in correcting it promptly!! additionally, i hope that through my mistake and you bringing awareness to it, that others can learn from it and be careful and mindful about cws and tws as well!! <3

you didn't start a war in my inbox at all, don't you worry about it pumpkin! i think everyone can understand where you're coming from, and i think everyone can understand where i was coming from, as well as my mistake. so there's no war to be had <3 your feelings towards the matter are valid and, again, i'm very happy you brought them up to me immediately so i could 1. explain myself and calm your anxieties/soothe any pain i had caused, and 2. so i could rectify the situation immediately as to not accidentally hurt anyone else/cause any further misunderstandings (on any side!).

i'm super glad to hear that you're looking forward to my christmas series for this year!! i would like to take this moment to warn you though that there will be rocky moments throughout their relationship in the series (ie verbal fights, feelings will be hurt, misunderstandings will be had, there will be some jealousy + some possessiveness (purely because those are traits specific to my characters regardless of whether the relationship is poly or not) and learning how to deal with those emotions/soothe them/find compromises, there is definitely a hefty amount of angst in there, tomura + dabi are still quite toxic), especially because they are literally JUST starting out, so one of the main themes of the series, or it's purpose and what it aims to explore and dissect, is how the three of them are learning and growing together, and how each of them is learning how to navigate this new relationship dynamic and this new chapter (the very first metaphorical chapter, or book, really, that's being penned by all THREE of them!) in their lives! so in that way i think it is very realistic as well. but there are plenty of super sweet moments that i think make up for the angst <3 either way, i always aim to be as respectful as i possibly can in my work <33 i just wanted to explicitly make it known that it won't be ALL sunshine and rainbows: bittersweet, just like life truly is <3 i will be very diligent in the warnings for each piece of my christmas series, i promise!

aw pumpkin you are the sweetest and i am sending you so so so much love!!! it is VERY cold over here hehehe we've been getting a lot of snow and i love it!! i'm not sure if it's cold where you are, but i hope you are staying safe and cozy either way <33

[rvmmm21]

. you know who i am? part end .

*yawn* i can now sleep for a while. thanks guys! if you read this all the way through, can i get some pocky pls? i’m craving it right now.

part 1′s here.

part 2′s here.

[badgirl/bully!joohyun x freshman!seungwan]

...

Seungwan, the poor fool, would never have guessed.

She thought she was in deep? Hah! Joohyun was yelling at her to stop wading in the kiddie pool and come join her in the deep end.

If only she’d been able to see past her own emotions to realise it was Joohyun who had started this whole mess by making them partners all those weeks ago.

~~~~~~~~~~

Seulgi, like any sane human being, disapproves greatly when Seungwan lays her options down on the table one morning.

“Mmph!” she grunts, shaking her head and hastily swallowing the last mouthful of sashimi before staring at her delusional friend, “no, absolutely freakin no way.”

“I-I mean it’s more like paraphrasing…” Seungwan offers, shrinking into herself when she sees the other girl grow more frustrated by the second.

“Stop it, Seungwan,” she interjects, massaging her temples to soothe the ache, “you literally told me you were planning to ‘lift quoted texts and mush them together’. I mean, come on, that’s plagiarism plain and simple. Stop trying to defend it.”

“B-but Seul, I don’t have a choice!”

“Really? Cheating? Hello, is Son Seungwan home? This isn’t you, Wan-ah, you sound crazy! And so is she! And that’s literally – ah wait, no that makes it perfect… aish forget I even said anything.”

Seungwan mirrors her concern. “I think she might have actually made me insane, Seul. I’ve never thought about cheating… ever!”

It’s true. Seungwan’s always been a tucked-in shirt, pulled up socks, neatly ironed uniform kind of girl. She currently feels like the biggest hypocrite. Seulgi’s scoff triggers her rambling again.

“I-I don’t know though, it’s like… it’s like the more we work together, the more I wanna be together! A-and not even like be together as in girlfriends or anything… just, I dunno, spend time with her. I wanna be around her constantly… and stuff. I think I might fail this semester cos I can’t stop thinking about her. But… I have to do better, cause if I fail, she fails. A-and I’ll never let that happen.”

Seungwan’s expression screams ‘whipped’, and it pleads for some sort of reassurance, but Seulgi’s fresh out of stock at the moment. She’s too shocked by what she’s just heard her twit of a roommate tell her. When she finally finds her tongue, it’s not to give her friend the reassurance she so desperately seeks, but to simply ask.

“But do you want to?”

Huh?! The girl screams in her head. Do I want to what? Plagiarise? Have a cup of tea? Tell Joohyun to stay ten feet away from me because whenever she’s near I just want to grab her by the face and kiss her silly?! Or perhaps I need to be demanding she pay my hospital bills because my heart is –

“Be her girlfriend.”

Oh, wow, blunt. But when you put it like that…

Slowly, Seungwan looks up at Seulgi; looking like she’d been caught with her hand in the metaphorical cookie jar; guilty as hell.

“… mm… can you repeat the question…?”

~~~~~~~~~~

The flip side of the coin isn’t looking so shiny, either.

Joohyun finds herself all caught up in thoughts of Son Seungwan; the girl she’s wanted since day one, but the girl who also managed to properly steal her unguarded heart while she was busy acting all aloof and in control. In control was something she definitely wasn’t, right now. And as much as she should be out, guns a blazing, to retrieve what’s been stolen from her, she can’t help but not want it back. Somehow, she feels as though it’s safer in Seungwan’s hands.

Clumsy, weak-hearted girls were certainly in fashion, and Joohyun is dead-set on getting hers.

“Yah!” Sooyoung swats at the hand that’s just stolen her one of her last Pocky sticks, “that was the longest one! I was saving that till last!”

Joohyun ignores her, thoughtfully nibbling on the chocolate coated biscuit as she contemplates her next move. She glances over at the other girl upside down on the bed, blocking random Instagram followers with her feet up against the wall and an open packet of crisps by her head.

“Jennie,” she deadpans, “do you think I should do it?”

The girl barely takes a second to look back at Joohyun before swiftly pinching the actual last Pocky out of Sooyoung’s grasp. They both pay no mind to the frustrated yelling from their flabbergasted friend as she storms off into the kitchen to throw away the empty box. She leaves them in peace.

“I dunno,” Jennie shrugs coolly, returning to her blocking spree, “but you better stop playing with your food. Didn’t your mum tell you it’s rude?”

Joohyun rolls her eyes. “Yah, I told you, I’m not playing. I don’t want anyone else thinking they have a chance with her.”

“So do it,” Sooyoung re-enters the room, already chomping on a fresh box of snacks, “stake your claim. Get her before those others do.”

Joohyun perks up, a glare frosting over her pretty face. “What others?”

Sooyoung smiles at Jennie, knowing their lovesick friend has fallen for it.

“Oh you know,” she cracks on, “those hordes of people I saw outside class once. They were all lining up to confess to your  Seungwan, love letters and everything.”

Joohyun realises she could tackle Sooyoung right now, but she chooses not to. Instead she turns to face the girl who looks smug as ever with a mouthful of crisps.

“Ha ha, very funny,” she scoffs, “oh yeah, and I lied. I did drink your strawberry milk the other day.”

Sooyoung’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. “Hyun!! I knew it wasn’t Haetnimie!”

~~~~~~~~~~

Seungwan often found herself dreaming about it; as if she couldn’t decide whether it had really happened or not.

The first time Joohyun kissed her.

…

Joohyun scans the landscape for her study buddy today. Strategically situated in the furthest, quietest corner the bustling café has to offer, she takes impatient glances down at her phone set face up on the small, round table. Late, as usual, she thinks, rolling her eyes as she flicks her phone screen on and off for the sake of something to do.

Finally, her impatience is fizzled away by the tinkling of the small bell at the stop of the door, indicating a new patron.

Late and clumsy, more like, she corrects herself, a smile crawling up her face as she watches the harassed-looking girl spot her with an embarrassed wave and begin to make her way over, books cradled in arms and a tube of string cheese between her teeth. Joohyun can’t stop a giggle when Seungwan thinks she’s knocked someone’s latte off their table with her bag strap. She bows over and over, spluttering disjointed apologies only to find out the cup is still perfectly on the table and the people are now looking at her in pure amazement.

Oh god, another one for the books then, Seungwan sighs, turning her beet-red face away from them and slinking on.

Eventually, she’s settled down across Joohyun, who’s been waiting, she realises in horror as she checks the time, for 15 whole minutes.

“Sorry I’m late,” her breathless smile and tired eyes have Joohyun subconsciously softening at her sincerity, “I didn’t get much sleep last night, and oh–! Have you eaten, unnie?”

Seungwan digs into her school bag, and, with a happy little ‘ta-da!’, pulls out a nicely cling wrapped, homemade oatmeal cookie.

“I decided to bake, instead,” she cheerfully chirps, breaking off a portion of the baked treat and offering the bigger half to her raven haired senior, “I bake these a lot, you should try!”

Disappointment nudges Seungwan’s heart when Joohyun glares at her, suddenly aware of the sting in her bicep from still holding part of her cookie out in front of her. She tries not to let it show, but the disappointment quickly turns into something else when she sees that all too familiar smirk flower on Joohyun’s pretty lips.

“You should feed me.”

Seungwan shivers at the expectant stare she’s fixed with while the other girl remains composed as always. Annoying. Before she has time to respond, her knee collides with the underside of the table, loudly clinking the metal cutlery and causing a few heads to turn. It takes everything in her not to look down where she just knows Joohyun’s foot is ever so lightly grazing her pant leg.

Joohyun blinks innocently at Seungwan’s rapidly reddening face as she’s forced to apologise profusely yet again, this time for something she’s actually done.

“Unnie…” she croaks, trying to calm her racing heart.

“What?” Joohyun cocks her head. She promptly picks the cookie out of the girl’s fingers and takes a bite, “serves you right for keeping me waiting.”

Seungwan lets out a breathy groan and begins flipping the pages to where she’s bookmarked.

“Mm, this is really good, Seungwan.”

Cadbury eyes light up at the praise and Seungwan stops annotating to cap her highlighter.

“R-really? You like it? Oh that’s great news! I’ll make you some more! I can!”

Joohyun chuckles and nods. Seungwan’s puppy eagerness melts her more than she cares to admit. The way any sort of positive affirmation she throws her way has her excitedly tossing aside whatever she’s doing. Not that it matters anyway, Joohyun’s more than happy to take rightful precedence over stupid assignments and due dates.

“Good. Best I’ve eaten in a while.”

…

“So that’s what I’ve interpreted here. Going off what he’s written in this paragraph, I think he genuinely believes he’s right.”

It happens somewhere between ‘genuinely’ and ‘right’.

Smooth and secretive.

Like the hushed whisper over the din of a crowded room.

Fingers tug at her collar and a pair of lips press into hers from across the table. She’s caught completely unawares, and Joohyun’s lips are gone before she can even get used to them. She watches in shock as her senior sits back down, not even giving her a second look as she returns to annotating the next paragraph.

Seungwan can’t believe Joohyun’s ignorant to the fact that she’s just unfolded her origami heart like no one has before.

~~~~~~~~~~

The blaring of Jessie J’s ‘Price Tag’ piercing her peaceful Sunday morning has Seungwan flailing to grab her phone off the table top. She has to swipe three times after playing hot potato with the device before she finally manages to answer the call.

“Hello,” the screen is cold against her ear as she groggily answers.

“Oh hello? Seungwan? Did I wake you? I’ll call later – ”

Joohyun’s husky voice registers in her brain and she shoots up so fast into a sitting position she feels slightly light-headed.

“No no no!” she exclaims a little too enthusiastically, running a hand through the tangled mess on her head and palming swollen eyes, “I’m awake it’s fine. We can talk. Is… is everything okay?”

“Yes, it’s okay, don’t worry.”

Joohyun sounds like she’s smiling over the phone, but Seungwan doesn’t get her hopes up. The other girl continues. “Yeah, probably should’ve texted you earlier to tell you I was coming by your dorm, but I was picking something up at the shops anyway so I thought I’d drop by and try my luck.”

“Oh, I see,” Seungwan isn’t sure if she wants to ask if this is about what happened at their latest study session but her nerves dampen a little when Joohyun chips in.

“You left your pen at the café so I’m just returning it.”

Ah, okay, Seungwan thinks. She’s weirdly upset at the fact that Joohyun’s pretending nothing had happened between them. Perhaps she toys with people this way. Perhaps Seungwan’s just another notch in her string of empty loves. Irritation pinches into her chest at the prospect. Couldn’t miss high-and-mighty take into account her feelings for once? It’s not like she could just change Seungwan’s life like this and not expect to take an ounce of responsibility.

It’s absolutely unfair. She almost wants to scream into her phone, but Joohyun’s voice stops her before she can even open her mouth.

“… oh and. We need to talk.”

Okay, there it is. Commanding and concise; what Bae Joohyun does best. She doesn’t know if she should be jumping for joy or locating the nearest exit, but she nonetheless finds herself hastily shuffling to her wardrobe to throw on the first pair of trousers and hoodie she finds.

“Uh sure, unnie… give me ten minutes? I’ll be down. Did you want to meet at the shops?”

“No it’s okay. Just meet me downstairs, I’m waiting.”

And she hangs up.

…

With how fast Seungwan brushes her teeth and gets herself dressed, it should be in the Guinness Book of World Records for the quickest thing anyone’s ever done for love. There’s no time to fiddle around with contacts today so she rummages through her drawer for her only pair of chrome steel-rimmed glasses.

She brushes past Seulgi who’s sitting on the sofa having breakfast. The girl’s eyes suspiciously follow her harried friend as she rushes out the door, crinkling her nose at the distinct waft of perfume that lingers after she’s gone.

Seungwan spots Joohyun leaning over the railing outside her dorm. She pauses before pushing the huge glass doors open, shaking her head with a sigh. How does someone make mum jeans and a white t-shirt look Vogue-worthy?

Joohyun sports the faintest smile when she sees Seungwan jogging over to her; her pin-rolled sweatpants, fluffy Uniqlo hoodie and unruly bed hair making her look nothing short of adorable. Dumb little sleepyhead, Joohyun mumbles just out of earshot.

“I’m glad I woke you up bright and early,” she chuckles at the girl who’s bent over next to her, clutching the railing to catch her breath.

Joohyun gets a quick ruffle of soft, caramel hair before Seungwan straightens up. She holds the black ballpoint up to the other girl, who accepts it with a small thankful nod.

“Thanks, unnie,” Seungwan says, not really interested in the returned possession. She really wants to ‘talk’. “So uh, you wanted to… talk?”

“Ah, yes. Um…”

Joohyun blinks a couple times, seemingly at a loss for words. She seems not  to know what to do with herself, darting her gaze here and there, lightly rapping her fingers against the cool metal bar. Her sudden awkwardness is more than justified, though. After all, confessing to the victim of her bullying has never been something to cross Joohyun’s mind. For once, she’s the one tripping over herself. For once, she’s the one caught completely off-guard.

Even the gentle morning breeze feels awkward. Seungwan starts to think that ‘shopping’ is looking more and more like a cover up for something else.

She inwardly beams at the way Joohyun currently embodies everything she’s felt this entire time. However, she decides if she is ever going stand up for what she believes in, it’s now. Taking a deep breath, she mentally thanks Seulgi for her advice on how to appear like less of an idiot in front of the person you’re deeply in love with.

“Unnie,” she begins, “I need you to tell me honestly. What are we?”

Joohyun opens her mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. She’s still at a loss for how she could possibly convey what she wanted to in this moment. Goddamn, she curses, why can’t I just go back to bullying this little nerd? When did life screw me over like this?

She stays silent as Seungwan so confidently lays the cards out for her.

“Because I know how I feel… and…” her tone falters momentarily, her natural awkward self threatens to barge in again but she manages to shut the door on it.

“… and I… I like you.”

The confession is significantly quieter than anything she said before, but Joohyun hears it through a megaphone. Her eyebrows arch up and she turns to face the girl who’s had the courage to do what she’s wanted to do all along.

“Seungwan…”

She looks at the other girl who’s silent; waiting.

“I-I don’t know how to…”

“Then don’t.”

Her breath hitches when Seungwan’s fingers interruptedly caress her pink cheek. The shorter girl slowly leans in, and Joohyun gladly lets her take the lead.

Eyelashes flutter and the world stops altogether, when Seungwan presses her soft, pillowy lips to hers in a positively heart-attack inducing kiss. It’s tender, luscious and Joohyun can’t get enough. She takes in everything she feels; the tip of Seungwan’s nose gently poking her cheek, her fringe tickling just below her eyebrows and the hand now resting on the small of her back, drawing her in for more.

A shared cluster of fireworks go off behind both their eyelids.

Seungwan pulls away first, gracefully meeting the gaze she was once terrified of. Joohyun’s smiling now, and she doesn’t miss the way it reaches her eyes. It’s much easier to speak her feelings when she isn’t being shot at with death glares.

Yet she suddenly feels shy, withdrawing completely and scratching nervously at her arm. “Unnie… I was wondering if I could uh… you know…”

Of course Joohyun knows. The tables turn yet again when the elder girl finds herself a new assertiveness to wear after that kiss. Sweet lips curl into a knowing smirk, much like the one she usually exhibits. “Be my girlfriend?”

Fresh rose petals sprinkle over Seungwan’s cheeks as she meekly nods.

Joohyun laughs, grabbing the surprised girl by the wrist and melding their bodies together, hand cradling Seungwan’s nape.

“Silly freshman,” she says fondly, leaning in to playfully peck her on the nose. “You were always mine.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Seungwan flings her pen into space for the umpteenth time today when Joohyun leans over from her position on the bed and gives her a kiss. She should be used to it by now, but it’s just something about those mysterious eyes and the velvety voice that she can never quite acclimatise to. It’s something about that specific shade of maraschino cherries on Joohyun’s lips, and the fact they taste even sweeter when they’re pressed against hers. Everything’s too sudden, and it has her light-headed and reeling each and every goddamned time. Grumbling, the younger girl squirms around for a while before she sprawls out with the fattest heart eyes, muffled thuds from socked feet kicking a tantrum into Joohyun’s wooden floorboards.

“Ahhhh unnieeee,” she squeals, wriggling around like a deranged worm, “please stop distracting me, we have to get this done!”

Joohyun smiles at how she looks like a kindergartener who’s just had their lollipop taken away. You know the one, when they’re all grumpy but so cute to watch.

“Get it done then,” she says unhelpfully down at Seungwan’s red face, grinning at the exaggerated sigh she receives for it.

“You’re not helpinggg-ahhhhhh,” Seungwan rolls around helplessly, and Joohyun merely laughs at her partner turned human mop.

“It’s not my job to help, Wannie. I’m the bully, you get bullied. That’s the deal, so don’t you forget it.”

Pft, yeah sure. This time it’s Seungwan who can’t stop the budding laughter as she recalls the past few weeks with this girl.

It takes about five seconds for Seungwan to un-starfish herself and drag her upper half up into a sitting position again; her mouth may say stop, but those rosy cheeks, that sulky school-girl pout and messy hair absolutely begs for another.

“Only joking, freshman. I’ll help you. But only cause you’re cute. And you’ll owe me, big time,” she teases before darting her eyes to the corner behind the other girl.

Seungwan’s eyes light up at the offer. “Thank you, unnie. Let’s get star– ”

“Hey Wan, what’s that over there?”

“Huh?”

A teasing smirk and a fraction of a second later, Joohyun has Seungwan staring up at the ceiling after her spine does a 404 error, rendering her a boneless heap of lovesick gurgles and deserted thoughts.

And it was only a kiss!

“Unnieeee!!”

The never peaceful study session dissolves into a small insult battleground; playful, of course.

The fun might’ve just begun, but their open books and un-analysed literature stare up at them in disbelief; forgotten yet again.

Joohyun’s had enough of watching from the clouds and proceeds to get off the bed to join Seungwan on the floor. They tussle around for a while, before Joohyun’s hovering above her. She’s just staring down, something that happens so often but never fails to make Seungwan squirm in discomfort, all shy and self-conscious. Joohyun doesn’t care, though. She simply smiles; she can ignore all the playground insults hurled at her, the tiny fists half-heartedly pummelling at her arms in an attempt to get her to move off. Hell, she can even ignore Mr. Lee’s stern warnings about failing the class if she keeps turning up late, or Sooyoung’s hollow threats at tattooing ‘I’m a thief’ across her forehead when she’s asleep unless she stops eating her food when she’s not around.

There’s a lot Joohyun can ignore, and plenty more she’ll choose to in the future.

But she can never ignore the girl who clumsily left her taro tea fingerprints all over her heart.

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Welcome to the Murder House - Lights Up on Hampton High

Fuck it. I wasn’t going to post anything today, mush less this, but I thought I’d surprise you all. The only person who really knows about this is @theatergirl06 who read half of the first chapter way back during our ask war (it’s been over a month since then, I think!). I have the whole plot written out already, but I realized I would never finish this unless I started posting and pushed myself to work on it.

A little context! This is my high school/murder mystery AU that’s been in my google drive for a while now (no, it’s not based on WATT - not majorly, at least). PSA: I’m using American style high schools because I’m not British and I don’t want to mess something simple up. I’m cruel, and let’s just say there are going to be many, many plot twists. Also Parrlyn is in there. But enough rambling - it’s time I welcome you... Welcome to the Murder House, please enjoy your stay.

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Trigger Warnings: Talk of death, the typical amount of swearing/insults you’d expect from high schoolers, brief slut shaming/sexual harassment, high school bullying, mentions of parental abuse

Anne Boleyn was the most popular girl in school, and it was obvious to anyone just why. She was the prettiest girl around with the most desirable figure. She had a sharp wit, ready to cut anyone who got too close for comfort, yet at the same time drew everyone in. Everyone at Hampton High bowed down at the feet of Anne Boleyn, worshipping her very existence. Any newcomer to the school would immediately be enlightened on her legendary rise to fame.

The only thing Anne Boleyn was more infamous for than her rise to power was her fierce protectiveness over her cousin, Katherine Howard. Katherine was only a sophomore but she had quickly climbed the ranks at Hampton due to Anne keeping her close at all times. It was rare to see the cousins separated outside of their classes. 

Kitty Howard was an innocent lamb compared to the predator that Anne was among the student body. Anne sheltered her from any boy wishing her harm and attacked anyone who even looked at Kitty wrong. Unaware to Anne, this backfired on Kit, keeping her from making any friends of her own other than the seniors Anne deemed acceptable to be around Kitty.

This included Anna von Cleves and Cathy Parr, two of Anne’s classmates whom she had the most faith in. Anna was vulgar and unafraid to fight someone bold enough to challenge her, a butch senior with a history of disciplnary trouble. Anne had known Anna since elementary school when their teachers thought it would be fun to pair the two together due to their names. On the other hand, Cathy was quiet and supportive, but also a talented writer with distinct opinions and uncontrollable stubbornness. She had transferred to Hampton in junior year and Anne had taken her under her wing, hurling her up the social standings. The four of them were the golden quartet of Hampton High and no one dared mess with them.

Not when they were together at least.

Henry Tudor was a popular, brutish jock with as many brain cells as inches on his dick. In his time at Hampton, he had dated six girls, including all of the four aforementioned girls. His first girlfriend, Catherine de Aragon, had dated him for the entirety of freshman year and half of sophomore year. It was in their second year when Catherine found out that Henry had been cheating on her with Anne Boleyn, some popular queen at school. Catherine tried to confront Anne but was instead humiliated and kicked down the social ladder. Anne was boosted to the most popular girl after getting together with Henry.

But karma always came back, and Anne found out her idiotic boyfriend was cheating on her as well. Jane Seymour, the sweet student council member had been seeing Henry before he broke up with Anne. She refused to back off Henry, leading to Henry breaking up with Anne so the two of them could be together. But Anne wouldn’t let herself be pushed out of the light like Catherine, so she fired back at Henry, stepping on him to secure her spot at the top of the social ladder.

After a pregnancy scare, Jane broke up with Henry, too frightened to stay with someone like him. So Henry moved on and tried online dating, meeting HotAC and taking a liking to her. Too bad that when he tried to hook up with her, he found out that she was one of Anne Boleyn’s friends. Too embarrassed to admit that he was scared of getting on Anne’s bad side again, Henry accused Anna von Cleves of being an ugly horse and turned half the student body against Anna and the others.

Thus began the ongoing feud between Henry Tudor and his jocks with Anne Boleyn and her Golden Quartet.

Henry’s final girlfriend was Cathy Parr, if only briefly. When she first got to Hampton, Henry latched onto her and essentially peer pressured her into dating him. Barely a month into the two of them being together, Anne pushed her way into the relationship and saved Cathy from an unsavory high school experience with Henry.

The bad blood between Anne and Catherine and Jane kept the three from interacting, but Anne was fiercely protective of all the other previous girlfriends of Henry Tudor. Senior year, finally the drama with Henry had cooled down and the school seemed to be at a standstill, waiting for the next bombshell to drop. No one dared to talk about Henry’s fifth girlfriend to Anne’s face for fear of what she would do at the mention of his actions...

Like any other day, Anne was sitting at the quartet’s lunch table while Anna was on top of the table itself. Anna had one hand leaning against the table as well as one foot up while the other dangled off the edge. “It said some pretty nasty stuff, are you sure you want to know?” Anna asked hesitantly, her eyes on Anne’s clenched fists.

“Yes, I want to know what they’re saying about my cousin,” Anne gritted out through her teeth.

Nervously scratching her nose, Anna relented. “It was on her locker, thank God she didn’t notice. There was some cheap photo from a porno with the words ‘Slutty Kitty’ written under it.”

“Those dickwads!” Anne slammed her hands against the table.

Rushing to calm Anne down, Anna assured her, “Hey, Cathy and I cleaned it off before Kit could see it.” It was a miracle she managed to calm Anne down, even if only by a little bit. The popular girl was known for having a temper, and it had been a long time goal of Anna’s to balance her out.

What neither of the girls noticed was Kitty herself approaching the table, her backpack pulled tight around her body. She had overheard the conversation, but put on a perky attitude to make it seem like she was oblivious. Anne didn’t like when Kitty was sad, so she tried to avoid being sad around Anne. No need to worry her cousin about something stupid like high school bullying. “Hi Anna, Hi Annie!”

The two girls turned to face Kit and smiled. “Hey Kit,” Anna said, sliding off the table to sit on the bench across from Anne.

“How’s my favorite cousin?” Anne asked, scooting to the side so there was room for Kitty.

Shrugging, Kitty put her backpack on the floor. “I’m fine. Science was boring, as usual. But in history we started talking about the French Revolution, and I told my partner about the time you built a guillotine -”

Gasping in playful shock, Anne covered her cousin’s mouth. “I thought I told you never to talk about that incident!” Anna leaned forward dramatically, even though she had already heard the story multiple times.

“You tried to chop my head off for treason!”

“It was out of love -”

“How do you chop someone’s head off out of love?”

Before the conversation could escalate, Cathy entered the cafeteria and made her way over to the table, catching the trio’s attention. “Hey Cathyyyy,” Anne said, batting her eyelashes at the other girl.

Ignoring Anne, Cathy sat down on the other side of the table with Anna. “Are you still working on that article for the newspaper?” Anna asked before taking a bite of her rice and chicken (yes, she was the stereotypical black girl. She knew and was proud of it).

Nodding in confirmation, Cathy sighed and banged her head on the table. A moment later she lifted her head again and gave the others a tired smile. “Yeah, and it’s kicking my ass. I was just interviewing Jane Seymour and Catherine de Aragon about -”

“Woah woah woah, you were talking to Jane Seymour and Catherine de Aragon?” Anne gaped at Cathy.

“Well yeah, it’s for -”

“Why would you talk to them?” Anne exploded. “They’re massive bitches and you know our history. They’re the reason behind all the rumors at school and you entertained their bullshit?”

Giving Anne an incredulous glare, Cathy shot back, “Okay first, I was only talking to them because they’re both in charge of the student community service branch of council and I needed their interviews for the paper. And two, even if I did want to talk to them, who are you to tell me who I can and can’t be friends with? You’re popular Anne, but you’re not our dictator.” All the girls were open mouthed at Cathy’s tirade, but the girl in question only sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry Anne, but let me make my own decisions.”

Swallowing thickly, Anne nodded. “Right, I’m sorry Cathy. Just… the three of us don’t have a good history.”

Laughing lightly, Cathy made eye contact with Anne. “Yeah, I know.”

“More like the whole school knows,” Anna mumbled, giving Anne a fake smile when her head shot to the side to glare at her friend. But when Kitty giggled, Anne let Anna off the hook and laughed with her cousin.

“Hey Anna, you’re still good to walk Kit home, right?”

Shooting Kitty a cheeky grin, Anna confirmed with Anne. “Yeah, I’ll make sure no wild kidnappers jump out to catch her while you’re not there.” They all joked about it, but everyone knew how protective Anne was over her cousin. 

“And Cathy, you and I are still -”

“Still going to infiltrate the cafeteria in order to prove there is malpractice going on, yes.”

Rolling her eyes, Anne complained, “Come on, you make it sound so boring. We’re going to break into the school and cause chaos in the cafeteria.”

“That sounds like fun!” Kit agreed, bumping shoulders with Anne.

Resting her chin on her hand, Cathy exhaled loudly. “It is not fun, it’s important. If we can prove the food isn’t up to health standards, then we can finally take some steps towards proper changes around here,” the writer explained.

“Wait, does that mean they’ll get rid of the pizza?” Anna asked.

“NOT THE PIZZA!” Anne cried, far louder than she should have. Kitty shushed her when some of the nearby tables looked over. Protectively, Anne hunched over the last slice of pizza still on her plate. It was far from healthy but Anne was addicted to the grease.

The only ones at the table who didn’t have lunch were Cathy and Kit. Cathy tended to sleep or work during lunch, so she trained her body to run only on two meals and a plethora of snacks throughout the day. And although Kit wouldn’t admit it, her father never gave her any lunch money or provided her with lunch foods. If she asked, he would give her lunch but then refuse to serve her dinner, so Kitty learned to stop asking. “Look Anne, if you want to break into the cafeteria with me, you’re going to have to forfeit your pizza rights.”

In an almost comical moment, Anne actually contemplated whether to choose pizza or breaking and entering, but eventually she gave in. “Alright, I’m sorry pizza, my second love!” And then Anne devoured the slice.

The other three girls rolled their eyes. Whenever Anne made a comment about “my second love” it was almost always followed up with something like - “As much as I love you pizza, you never stood a chance against Cathy Parr, the apple of my eye.”

For as long as the quartet had been friends, Anne had been flirting with Cathy. None of them questioned it anymore, and even Cathy had become accustomed to the constant shows of affection. Both girls were obviously attracted to each other, but Cathy made it very clear she didn’t want to date anybody anytime soon. So instead, Anne kept serenading her with proclamations of love.

Later that day, Anna and Kit were talking home together, comfortably chatting with each other. “She built the guillotine to threaten Mary, but Mary scares Anne way too much - even though she’ll never admit it - for her to actually attempt it.” Anna nodded along to the story, even though this was probably the fourth time Kit was telling it. “So when I told Anne that the guillotine idea was stupid - which it was! - she accused me of treason.”

“How dare she,” Anna spoke in mock horror, playing along with Kitty.

“Right! Ugh,” Kit groaned, “so of course George was on board with it because he’s always on board with Anne’s shi-” 

Anna shushed Kit aggressively before she could curse. “I may not be your cousin but I don’t want my head chopped off if she gets wind I let you curse.”

Kit frowned but then continued her story. “So they got the guillotine which looked so scary, because I was only ten, and carried me to it execution style. George held me down and everything while Anne tied a blindfold around my eyes. By now I’m freaking out because no one’s stopping them - I didn’t actually think they were gonna kill me,” Kit scoffed in the self assured voice of someone who was most definitely lying. “And whoosh! The blade comes down and I don’t scream, and the two of them are laughing at me!” Kit pouted and stomped her foot in frustration. “The blade was fake, it was only styrofoam.”

Lightly punching Kit’s shoulder, Anna commented, “Must’ve been traumatising.”

“It was embarrassing,” Kit groaned.

“Well it’s your fault for hanging out with them.”

Perking up at those words, Kit ran ahead and spun around so she was walking backwards and facing Anna. “On the topic of hanging out with people…”

Quirking up an eyebrow, Anna invited, “Yes?”

“Do you think Anne would be mad if I hung out with other people?”

Furrowing her eyebrows, Anna shrugged. “I don’t know, Anne’s pretty unpredictable. But it’s like Cathy says, she can’t control who you hang out with.”

“So…” Kit waited for confirmation. “Does that mean it’s okay to be friends with other people?”

“Of course Kit, you can be friends with whoever you want,” Anna told the sophomore. The two of them had known each other practically their whole lives, Anna remembering Kit from when she was a toddler. It gave her a lot of teasing material, but usually she left that to Anne. If Kit wanted to branch out and meet new people, Anna would support her without hesitation.

Unbeknownst to Anna, Kit already had an idea of who she wanted to befriend. In her mind, it made perfect sense. Together, the six of them all shared the misfortune of dating Henry, so why shouldn’t they be friends? Or at least acquaintances. She had never told Anne, but Kit found her rivalry with Jane and Catherine stupid. They had so much they could relate to, why let past bad blood govern their relationships?

Anna waved Kit goodbye when they reached her door. “I’ll see you tomorrow Kit,” Anne called, watching to make sure Kitty got inside safely.

“Bye Anna!” she replied, unlocking the door and moving inside. Once the door was closed, Kit let her backpack slide off her back as a smirk grew on her face. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

Anne kept turning around in her seat to watch the cafeteria doors, completely ignoring her lunch. Whatever Cathy and Anna were talking about faded into white noise as she peered through waves of students passing through the doors. She couldn’t focus on anything, frantically searching for any sign of her cousin. “You alright Anne?” Anna asked, breaking her conversation with Cathy.

Removing her gaze from the crowds, Anne faced her confused friends. “Have either of you seen Kitty today?”

“I saw her during passing period,” Cathy commented, twirling a pen in her hand.

“Right,” Anne mumbled, shooting another glance at the door. “She’s late for lunch.”

“Maybe a teacher’s holding her up,” Anna offered, 

Still, Anne was unconvinced. “You think something’s wrong?”

“No,” Cathy waved her hand. “Kit can take care of herself, Anne.”

“But what if -”

“But what if nothing,” Cathy cut her off. “She’s not eating lunch with us for one day. It’s not a big deal. You’ll see her after school Anne, and everything will be fine.”

Sighing, Anne shook her head, glancing at the empty seat next to her. “Everything will be fine,” she told herself.

As for Kit, she was on a mission. Jane Seymour and Catherine de Aragon tended to stay away from others, not interacting all that much with the student body. They were both reserved, so Kit didn’t expect to be able to confront them easily. It was pure dumb luck she ended up where she did.

While leaving her classroom for lunch, Kit had been swarmed by a bunch of juniors who knocked her over without apologizing. All her books went sprawling across the floor, stepped on by her inconsiderate peers. Scrambling around, Kit tried to pick up her papers before they could be ripped or further damaged.

A hand came into view, holding her history textbook. Looking up, Kit was stunned into silence at the kind face of Jane Seymour. “You dropped this,” she prompted, holding out the book.

Hesitantly taking it, Kit murmured, “Thank you.”

Her eyes sweeping across the floor, Jane offered an apologetic glance at the mess of papers. “Do you need some help with this?”

“Uh,” Kit blanked. “That would be great!” she accepted a little too enthusiastically. Jane only chuckled and bent down to help grab the papers.

It occurred to Kit for a moment that Jane might not know who she is. But when Jane handed her the last of the papers and said, “There you go Katherine,” that thought went flying out the window. Biting her lip, Kit awkwardly shifted on her feet. She could leave right now and go have lunch with her friends or… Jane seemed to catch on to what Kit was waiting for. “Would you like to eat lunch with me?” she asked.

Without a second of hesitation, Kit nodded her head. “Yes, I’d like that.”

“Well okay then,” Jane grinned, leading Kit away from the cafeteria. “Catherine and I - Catherine de Aragon,” she clarified as if Kit didn’t already know, “we sit outside. It’s peaceful and not many people come to bother us.”

“Sounds nice,” Kit replied, her voice still soft. Jane noticed but decided not to comment on it. She wasn’t one to judge people.

When the two of them made it out of the building, Jane was flagged over by Catherine de Aragon who was sitting on a blanket under a tree. It seemed like she had set up for a picnic, even though they were still on school grounds in the middle of a school day. “You brought a guest today?” Catherine raised her eyebrows at Jane, her lips tugging upwards.

“Sure did,” Jane replied, plopping down next to her. “You can sit down wherever you like Katherine.”

Awkwardly shuffling to the opposite side of the blanket, Kit sat down and hugged her backpack to her chest. She didn’t have any lunch, as per usual, so she used her backpack as a barrier between her and the other two girls. Suddenly, she cursed herself for wanting to make new friends. Where had this social anxiety been before she got here?

Catherine and Jane seemed to notice her awkwardness (who wouldn’t?), so they attempted to get rid of it. “So Katherine…” the other Catherine started. “Why’d you want to have lunch with us today?”

Mumbling lightly, Kit felt a small blush of embarrassment rise to her cheeks. “What?” Jane prodded, unable to hear Kit’s answer. 

“I wanted to make new friends,” she told them, burying her head in her arms.

The two seniors shared a glance before turning their attention back to Kit. “Of course you can be our friend,” Jane assured her.

“Really?” Kit peeked her head up.

“Sure, why not,” Catherine answered. “You seem nice enough, and there’s no reason for us not to be friends.”

Frowning, Kit picked at her fingernails. “But Anne.”

Visibly, Jane flinched and Catherine’s face morphed into a snarl. “You’re not her,” Jane spoke calmly, putting a hand on Catherine’s arm. “If you want to be our friend, we’re not going to let that come between us.”

For a moment, Kit almost ran away. This is what she wanted, but now that it was being presented to her, she was terrified. She had never had friends that weren’t also Annie’s. She didn’t know how to start her new friendships other than with, “Okay.”

Catherine and Jane shared a glance. “Okay.”

“Well this is going to be awfully confusing for me,” Jane laughed, “Two C/Katherines!”

“Oh!” Kit perked up, “You can call me Kat. Or Kit. Or Kitty. Any of them work.” Then to herself, “Wow, I have a lot of nicknames.”

Chuckling, Catherine stuck out her hand. “Kat’ll do. Well Kat Howard, I’m your new friend Catherine.”

“And I’m your new friend Jane. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

At the end of the day, Kit almost screamed in surprise when Anne practically rugby tackled her to the ground. “Where were you!” Anne demanded, hugging Kit tightly. “I was so worried.”

“I’m fine Annie,” Kit assured her cousin. 

“Then where were you?” Anna stood beside Anne, watching the scene unfurl. Anne was huffing, her face red, a cross between relief, fear, and anger. The Boleyn girl cared so much about her cousin, but sometimes she became overbearing.

Hugging Anne back, Kit explained, “With my new friends.”

“You have new friends!” Anne brightened, pulled Kit closer. “That’s amazing! Do I know them?”

Letting out an awkward laugh, Kit prepared for the worst. “Jane Seymour and Catherine de Aragon,” she admitted.

Freezing, Anne slowly pulled away from Kit. “What?” she asked, her face as hard as stone.

“Jane Seymour and Catherine de -”

“I heard what you said!” Anne screeched. “You of all people, Kit!” Turning around and stomping a few feet away, Anne screamed into her hands. She spun back around to face Kit and marched up to her. “Those girls aren’t worthwhile friends. They don’t actually care about your wellbeing -”

“How do you know that!” Kit fired back in frustration. “You’re blinded by this stupid fued that’s been going on for years. They were nice to me and we didn’t even have to talk about Henry or any of that.”

Clenching her fists, Anne tried to stay calm. “I don’t trust them Kit. I don’t feel comfortable letting you hang around them.”

“Good thing it’s not your choice then,” Kit stood up for herself. Anna continued watching to the side, frantically texting Cathy for backup. She wasn’t getting any response.

Yelling through her teeth, Anne pulled at her hair. “Kitty, my dearest cousin,” she spoke in a sweet voice. “You know I love you.”

“Don’t you dare and try and guilt me.”

There was a moment where Anne almost continued, but her conscience kicked in. She knew Kit’s history with guilt tripping, and that was a line she would never cross. Before either of them could make another comment, Cathy came bursting out the school doors, sprinting towards them faster than she had ever run in her life. Anna looked up from her phone which she had been repeatedly texting Cathy on. “Cathy? What’s wrong?” Anna called.

Gasping for air as she slid to a stop in front of them, Cathy’s face was ghostly white. “Christina Denmark is missing. The police think she’s been murdered.”

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WHG Post Games Nesri Part 1

Tagging: @ratracechronicler (also thanks for Rebecca and Elvira!), @maple-writes (also thanks for Cirrus and Asher!), @nightskywriter, @rhikasa, @pen-of-roses (also thanks for Lynn and Rowan!), @aeslin-writes, @the-moving-finger-writes, @knmartinshouldbewriting, @makeitmonstrous, and @timefirewrites!

It was a cozy apartment, and we had enough rooms that we could be alone, if we liked. Zenith seemed to prefer that, so when word came around that there was going to be a special interview, I made popcorn for everyone who wanted to watch and plan, and we gathered around the TV.

I sat cross-legged on the floor and stuffed an overflowing handful of popcorn into my mouth. Poli’s victory interview yesterday was subdued. He didn’t seem to be as enthusiastic as the Capitol wanted him to be. I had talked to Triel about trying to get him and anyone else out that the Capitol had stolen, so she was working on figuring out who else had been taken from the arena. Shine was leaning against the couch, ready to text me with anything he noticed about the interview. Rowan was leaning against the wall with their arms crossed. Asher was practically sinking into the couch, holding a warm drink, and Cirrus was leaning over the back, looming over Asher. I was still trying to get him to spar with me, but he kept ignoring me. Rebecca was sprawled sideways in the chair with a bowl of popcorn. Her sword was leaning up against the chair within arm’s reach. Also within arm’s reach was Elvira, a pirate Rebecca knew and who Triel recruited. She was sitting more properly, but Rebecca handed her pieces of popcorn every so often.

The Capitol music blared on the TV, and everyone seemed to perk up. Caesar grinned at the cameras, and I threw a piece of popcorn at the screen. “This Hunger Games was full of surprises. It was one of the longest Hunger Games ever, and the excitement was spread out to keep the tension high! We were so disappointed to see some favorites go, but we won’t have to say goodbye to all of them yet…” He paused for dramatic effect, and I threw another piece of popcorn at his stupid face. “We have a surprise for you, one that the Capitol made happen to make everyone happy! Two tributes have miraculously survived, and here they are!” I leaned forward as both Lynn(e)s walked on stage, looking all dressed up and smiling fake smiles.

“Disrespect. If he starts making jokes about their names, I’m kicking his kneecaps up into his throat.” Rebecca glared at the TV screen, and Elvira kept watching. I grinned at Rebecca and gave her a thumbs up before turning back to the TV. Cirrus smiled as he kept watching the screen, and Asher glanced at Rowan. They looked the most visibly shaken: they stiffened and scowled when they saw Lynn, gripping their arm tighter.

But after Rebecca said that, they gave a half-hearted laugh. “I would gladly help.”

Caesar was blissfully unaware of the direct threat to his kneecaps as he pushed onward after Evie and Lynn sat down. “So, could you describe how the Capitol so graciously saved you from the arena?”

Evie smiled. She was being too fake. “I was about to freeze, abandoned in the cold of the arena, but the Capitol graciously came and saved me, pulling me out from the hell of the arena, and into the lesser hell of the—”

She stopped with a grimace, and Lynn started talking. “I believe I was in almost the same situation, near death in the snow, such fond memories.” Lynn smiled, but there was contempt in his voice. “And of all people, my dear sister appears to, as you said, “graciously come save me”.”

Shine texted me. “Evie and Lynn are both wearing shockers. That’s how the Capitol is able to police what they say.”

Elvira spoke before I could explain. “She stopped,” she said suspiciously. “Why so sudden? And why the face?” Rebecca nodded.

“If Lynn’s sister is involved, I can only imagine where exactly they were taken after being pulled out.” Rowan stated coolly, eyes still on the screen.

I kept looking at my phone just in case Shine said something else. “Shine says they’re both wearing shockers, and that’s how the Capitol is policing what they say.”

Cirrus frowned. “Electric shockers? Seems like overkill to me.”

Asher turned to Rowan. “Wait, you know where they are?”

“Not exactly, more just, from what Lynn’s said in the past. He was involved in something that we thought was only in our district that was hurting people.” They sighed, a hand running through their wild hair. “Clearly, his suspicion that it was the same group from the Capitol he left was confirmed.”

“Oh,” Asher’s shoulders fell. “That’s too bad.”

Rebecca made a face. “The Capitol’s adherence to human rights knows no bounds. So, they get shocked if they say something Snow or Caesar doesn’t like?”

Shine nodded, and I shrugged. “I guess so. Shine’s the one who knows about this mechanical stuff.”

Caesar was still barreling on. “What did you think about leaving behind those you cared so much about when you went in the arena?”

Evie bowed her head. “I had to.” She looked up straight into the cameras, and it didn’t seem she was really talking about the people she left by going into the arena, but the people she left by being forced out of the arena. “I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. I’m sorry.”

“She’s talking about us,” Rebecca pointed out.

“Well, I had hoped they would understand when I volunteered for someone so young. Of course, never dreamed one would follow me in there.” Lynn’s face twisted with pain. “I hope they’re okay.”

Asher’s face hardened and he glared at the screen, which was showing Caesar’s face again. “How dare he. I should have killed him. I should have…” He trailed off, and I distinctly remembered his interview, where he had done some interesting (to put it lightly) stuff.

Rowan spoke quietly. “As much as I agree with the thought, I’m afraid of how much worse the Games could have been after if you had, on top of if you would have survived the interview, and personally I’m glad we’ve all made it this far.”

I held up my popcorn bowl towards Rowan. “Cheers, I’ll eat to that.”

“It gives us all a chance to right what they’ve wronged,” Elvira offered.

Caesar laughed, like what Lynn had said was a joke, and I threw more pieces of popcorn at his stupid face. “We have a surprise for you as well!” He gestured for something off-stage, and two people walked on, wearing the same fake smiles. I cursed under my breath. More people the Capitol would hold over them. “Alastair and Laurel! Two people close to Evelynne and Lynn!” The audience roared as they walked over to Evie and Lynn. Evie hugged Alastair tightly, and Lynn stared for a second, fear, panic, and other emotions crossing his face rapidly before he hugged Laurel. “What the h—” He grimaced in pain.

Caesar laughed as the crowd continued to cheer. “We’re going to let them have some time alone..,” He winked at the crowd. “But look forward to more surprises thoughout the week, with a big surprise being announced at an interview at the end of this week! Have a good night and may the odds be ever in your favor!” He ushered them all off the stage, and the screen reverted to its usual Capitol propaganda.

We sat in silence for a little bit. Rowan’s eyes were closed, and he was shaking.

I dumped the rest of my popcorn bowl (admittedly not a lot) into my mouth and leaned back. “So, what are we going to do about this?”

“I’ve seen enough. I’m ready to go get ‘em now.” Rebecca stood up and grabbed her sword. Elvira facepalmed, and Cirrus eyed the sword and mumbled something about wondering where she got that sword and where he could get one.

I laughed and stood in front of her. “As much as I’d like to say I’m with you, it would be suicide to get them now. We’ll have to figure out a time when they’re under less security.”

Shine texted my phone. “The most pressing thing right now is how to get rid of the shockers.” I relayed that to the group.

Rowan took a deep breath and finally opens their eyes. “Alright, does anyone actually know how those work or could possibly make them not work?”

Cirrus shrugged. “Take the battery out?”

Rebecca sat back down, so I did too. “Maybe we can just slice them out like we did with our trackers?”

Elivra pointed out, “That would require getting close to the person without raising suspicion, and it sounds potentially harmful. They’re likely wired differently than the trackers. They must be controlled remotely. If we can destroy or steal whatever triggers the shocks, these two should be safe.” She paused. “Well. Safe-er­.”

Shine rolled his eyes at Cirrus’s response, and I made a face at him. He texted my phone. “I can figure out how they work and how to make them stop working, but someone’s going to have to steal one for me. I don’t know what the Capitol would have put in for security measures. I’m not sure where they would be keeping them, however.” I relayed that to the group.

Rebecca spoke up. “I know a guy who might be able to help us narrow that down for you—he’s a sucker for a good cause. Which is why he quit. And I’m sure more than one of us good for sneaking into places we shouldn’t get to.” She looked over at me slyly, and I knew what she was talking about immediately, with the apples during training.

I winked at her. “I’ll totally back you up.”

Asher looked thoughtful for a bit before looking up. “We might not have to do much sneaking. If we can get close enough for someone who works there I could swap them with one of us. Take their soul out and put someone else’s in the body and you could use it like your own.”

Rowan shifted uncomfortably, grimacing. “I’ve had an experience a little too similar in the past to be the one for you to do that with, sorry.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” Asher nodded. “It’s a lot if you’re not ready for it. If we don’t need to do it all the better, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they have this stuff under a lot of security.”

I grinned. It was all coming together. “That woks too! That’ll be our sub-heist!”

“So that takes care of the trackers, but what about actually getting the both of them out?” Cirrus crossed his arms. “Sure you’ll have a field day dissecting some overcharged computer but that doesn’t do anything if we can’t get them free.”

“Are we including the two they brought out on stage as well in this rescue or do you think they were just there as a way to show the Capitol’s power to those two during the interview, if it could be called that?” Rowan said.

I shrugged. “Why not? More of a challenge and more of a “screw you” to the Capitol.”

“Are they innocent? They’re not working with Caesar, are they?” Elvira asked. “It seems like they were being used as a threat. If we abscond with Lynn and Lynne, Snow will have no use for the other two. I, for one, would rather not have that on my conscience, if we can help it.”

Rowan spoke up first. ���I can’t say anything about the other, but Laurel is innocent, she’s family, or as close as myself or Lynn have.”

I shook my head. “Alastair was working with us to begin with, so he won’t be working with Snow. He’s offered to help us get into exclusive events if it will help us get them out.”

Rebecca perked up. “Exclusive events? Like what?”

“His father is a close Snow advisor, but he’s not infatuated with Snow like his family is. Triel made sure,” I said quickly. “He has access to tickets to parties and other events that are exclusive to high-ranking officials.”

“Sounds fun,” Cirrus said.

“So, we wait for the Capitol to host something flashy to show off their new trophies, find ourselves with invitations, and leave with these four in tow, shockless and safe?” Elvira asked.

Asher nodded. “I’m in.”

Rowan nodded as well. “Same here.”

Nesri nodded. “It’ll be so much more dramatic!” My phone buzzed. A text from Triel. I relayed it to the group. “So, it turns out the Capitol stole all of the tributes. If we can find a way to steal all of them from under the Capitol’s nose, we can show how little the Capitol can control.” Shit. I looked up at the others. “And just when we were getting things accomplished. How about we save that conversation for later when Triel’s back, so she can explain more about what she learned?”

Everyone nodded, and we headed off for our respective rooms.