#i know i shouldn't stalk them but i can't help myself

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Curiously enough, it was quite easy to get into the villain's lair.

On their way in, the hero had made sure to dress as their civilian persona - simply, to avoid as much attention as possible. Additionally, (they weren't proud of this) they had asked some of their colleagues to stage a bank robbery, with their best friend even wearing their suit.

It was a necessary measure, even though the hero felt horrible. Everyone included was just acting; heroes and civilians alike knew that it wasn't real. So, they hoped no one was actually getting hurt by accident.

Once the hero was in the villain's lair, they followed the dark hallways and hoped they wouldn't end up being cut into pieces by hidden lasers. They looked behind themselves every now and then to make sure they were alone but their paranoia was unfounded.

It was just them.

Eventually, they came to a stop in front of a giant metallic door and prepared themselves to somehow break through it. However, it opened immediately, without them having to lift a finger. They hurried through the door and found themselves in a giant hall with several workingspaces - one looked like a lab filled with several ongoing experiments, one was clearly for machine construction and the last one, full with monitors and here, the hero found them.

They were watching the live footage of the "bank robbery," but they didn't seem to be invested.

"...hey," the hero said. They couldn't believe their voice was shaking.

The villain turned around in their chair and looked at them, brows furrowing.

"That's quite a bit of trouble you went through to see me," the villain said. They stood up but the hero's eyes were still on the screen, following their friend's moves. It wasn't until the villain came to a stop right in front of them that they looked up at them.

"Oh, yeah. I...I really needed to speak with you in private. Thanks for letting me in." It would have never been easy to get into this place if the villain hadn't observed them the entire time. The villain gave them a once-over and it was almost comical how the both of them looked like two normal people.

Both in jogpants.

As if there was anything normal about this relationship.

"My pleasure." The villain stared at them, their gaze boring into the hero with curiosity. "You look a little pale."

"Yeah, sorry. I..." God, the hero didn't know where to begin. It was so embarrassing, so stupid that they were here. They supposed it was a mistake to bother the villain with something this trivial, this unnecessary. "I...fuck."

The hero let their gaze wander to the ceiling, desperate for the uprising tears not to drop.

"Hey, easy," the villain said. Their voice was gentle and the hero felt - even though they shouldn't have - so incredibly save in here. Wasn't that stupid, too? That the hero felt save with the villain?

"This is so stupid," the hero whispered under their breath. They hadn't expected to get this emotional. They usually never did when they talked about it. They closed their eyes and pressed their palm into their eye socket, taking in a deep breath. "I kinda need your help with something."

They took out their phone and showed the villain the picture.

"This person is stalking me," they said. Their voice was thin. They swallowed. "It's creepy. It's weird. They somehow got a job within the agency last week and it's been getting worse. A month ago, I saved them from, I don't know, something and ever since they have tried to get closer to me. Now, they know my identity, where I live, my friends, my pet, they know stuff from my past and they follow me around, they take pictures of me, I can't-"

The villain's gaze on the picture hardened.

"I can't get rid of them. I can't really defend myself. If the public finds out that I was rude or even aggressive towards a fan..."

"Do you want me to kill them for you?" the villain asked and the hero blinked a few times.

It dawned on them that they didn't really know why they were here in the first place. Sure, they wanted this problem of theirs to be gone, but they didn't know if they wanted this person to be eliminated.

"I don't know, I...I just can't do this anymore. I have talked to the agency and they told me they can't do anything without evidence. And I can't kill them, I can't...I'm just so tired of it. I am scared they will leak my identity or my address. Or they will take pictures of me when I am not careful enough. I've never felt this powerless in my entire life."

"This charade-" the villain pointed at the footage of the hero's friend with their thumb "-is to distract them, I presume?"

"Yeah, I've asked my friends and they are willing to help me, but they can't do anything either. I don't want them to get into trouble."

The villain was quiet for a moment. They stared at the screen where the hero's friend announced heroically that the danger was over.

"I understand if you don't want to get involved. Or if this is too much trouble for you. I don't expect anything," the hero clarified. "But if you have an idea or a suggestion on how I could deal with this, I'd be more than grateful."

"They think the both of you are friends, right?"

"Something along those lines," the hero said. It was actually more than that but they didn't want the villain to know about the repulsive flirting. The hero took a step towards them and reached for the villain's forearm.

Something to hold onto. Something to stabilize them.

"I'm...I am sorry," they said. They looked at the ground, embarrassed, and turned towards the door. "I shouldn't have come here."

The villain grabbed their hip.

"If you truly think I will let you walk back out there after everything you've just told me..." Their eyes were boring through the hero, demanding attention. "...if you truly believe I will let you be exposed to such abhorrence, you're truly dumber than I ever anticipated."

The hero stared at them, eyes wide.

"I...I can't ask you to kill someone for me. It's not right, it's not, it's-" The hero swallowed. They truly didn't want to cry in front of the villain. "What kind of hero does that make me? Some fucked up hero who asks their nemesis to kill people they don't like?"

"Do I look like I need to kill someone to get my point across?" the villain asked. They smiled gently. "Let me take care of it. You can stay here if you want to. For as long as you want to. I'll pick up your cat. I can get some stuff from your place."

"Don't you think that's pathetic?" the hero asked. "That I can't deal with this? I mean, I'm supposed to be one of the most powerful people in the city and sometimes I feel like I can barely breathe when I see this person."

The villain made a grimace, almost as if the hero had just asked them a question that deserved a slap.

"You tend to forget that you're human. Power doesn't replace fear. Most people think it does. But power only fuels anger. Or in your case..." The villain had never looked softer. "...kindness."

Silence.

"I believe it takes great courage to ask for help. And you being here means it's really bad," the villain said. They touched the hero's cheek, careful not to make any quick moves. "I won't kill them because it's your wish. But I will take care of this."

It was decided, then.

[dairy-farmer]

Is me~ back to haunt you Ask Box o/ because I just had A Thought(tm)

What if~? The OPPOSITE of my Magic Sex Toy idea? Uno Reverse?

But how would that even work? You say. Tim would very obviously notice!

Oh ho ho~ ye of little Faith! *slaps my "join the Church of Civilian Tim" poster I obviously made myself* CONSIDER! Not a cape! Semi-stable schedules!

We open our scene with stalking. As ya do. Tim would prefer you call it "bird watching" or "observing the night life" but... let's be real here. Stalking. He's getting them NICE Premium Pics for his Definitely-Not-A-Stalker-Shrine. There's a newbie on the scene. A gaudy robe wearing mofo.

3 guess what HIS shtick is. First two don't count.

But! Thing is? Tim is no long a wee baby faced pre-teen. He is a Man(tm). Legally, twice over. And well... you find a LOT if Neat Late Night Shops running after the bats. He may have been persuaded by CERTAIN libidos that maybe he should check them out. Who can say? You can't prove ANYTHING. These bags are groceries and no you can't check..

Where was he? Ah, right, Pics of the Nightwing booty. *click*

Tim forgets Rule Number 1.5: ALWAYS keep an eye on what the villian is doing.

By the way... what that bright light? Oh, just a SPELL BOLT. Fuckin DODGE, MAN!

He fails to dodge.

🥺 H-His camera... Night-booty... Also why does he feel? Tingly? He doesn't stick around to figure it out. Grabs his TRAGICLY dead camera and bolts. Not getting caught at the scene of the stalking TODAY, no sir! Batmans definitely gonna check the area and he SHANT be there! Early night it is!

He gets back to his apartment. Still feels tingly... but less? Maybe those charms he looked up how to make protected him after all. Still, shouldn't push his luck, you know? He settles in for the night. Gets a warm shower.

Comes out and eyes the bags he dropped by the bed... and... well...

He DID wrap up early~ Maybe treat for Timmy time. He digs them out.

Weird.

They? We're already pretty life like (it's why he bought them) but... when he TOUCHES one? He swears it gets MORE life like? He really should look this up or something... suspect toys in Gotham and all... but on the other hand? Horny. And the boxes WERE closed. It's fiiiiine.

But which one? It's kinda been a while. And he doesn't want to be sore tomorrow. This one!

So Tim lays back. Let's himself enjoy working himself open. Then works the fake(?) Cock inside himself. And oh~ it's WARM. Twitchs. He let's himself enjoy a slow, lazy session. Get really sloppy and relaxed before finally finding juuust the right angle aaaand~

Across the city, the current Robin, Damian Wayne, is shaking APPART on a roof top. Sweat pouring down his temple, thighs trembling as he tries ro stop himself from rutting up into empty air. It won't help. Won't make the damnable TEASING go any faster. Wet and tight and PERFECT around him.

Came out of NOWHERE. One second he was patrolling, the next barely catching himself from falling. Stumbling into an alchove on some god forsaken roof. Hands fumbling to turn off his comms. Absolutely not. They could NOT hear him like this.

Panting into hands pressed tight over his own mouth to stiffle the sound he wants to make. Beg and demand that magnificent heat go FASTER. Plunge him DEEPER. But he CANT. Because there's no one there. Just him and the slowly increasing pressure in his balls, begging for relief.

Then, like prayers answered, it DOES. He could WEEP. Can't stop the aborted jerks of his hips as he chases his relief. Soon is trembling like the virgin he ISNT anymore as he spills into... into SOMEONE.

They take it so well. So perfectly.

He's RUINED. His hand will never be enough after this. And Tim has no idea.

Sure, he's not stupid. He didn't buy toys the fake cum. (So to be safe plan B it is) But? In the cold like of day? Prooooobably magic sex toys. Eh. It's Gotham. Not the weirdest thing to happen. Tim's keeping them.

And using them.

Thus begins the "phantom lover" incident, as Bruce will insist on calling it. Because "we were haunted by random fuckings" sounds... unprofessional. And he's a Dramatic Bitch at heart.

Damian, obviously, told NO ONE. Patrol? Utterly normal. Mind you business. But Bruce? Uncomfortable conversations for EVERYBODY~☆

See, Tim has a long day. His new camera isn't gonna be in for a WEEK. There is no point in going out. So his evening stretchs long and empty before him. Which... SPEAKING of things both long and things empty... >.>

He remembers. There was an absolute UNIT that he bought. It also has that base... which mean he could put it on the sex pillow. Try riding it... oh he's GOTTA, now.

Lucky for Bruce, he's not even in the cave when it hits. Unluckily, it is a cock teasing hell. Nothing to hold. No body to press close. No skin to run his hands across or ears to whisper filthy praise. So TIGHT. Fluttering and fighting to take him. Sinking little by little. Can't even HEAR him praising them. He can't even distract them, rub their clit and sooth them as muscles relax.

Can't hold them by the hips and work them up and down. They way he knows will work best. At angles that will make them SOB. Just nothing, nothing, nothing. Trembling and eager around him but so SLOW. Pausing again and again to adjust. Can't thrust in, can't pull out, only TAKE it. Let himself be teased.

But OH. When they finally, FINALLY get a rythme? He knows they can hear a word he says. Not yet. But the FILTH he growls. The audacity of what they're doing. He's GOING to find them. Going to pin them done and-

Tim spend the next day sore, but happy. Definitely not an "every day" sort of toy, but holy shit the orgasm. He hasn't slept this well in a WHILE. Though... when he wakes up? The Bats are acting weird. Violent, hyper-focused, seemly shaking down leads with a single minded enthusiasm. Weird.

Speaking OFF. Now he's wondering... does the possibly fake cum... TASTE like real cum?

One way to find out.

And... look. Dick may have been warned, but it's one thing to hypothetically get your bits milked dry and another to be doubled over seeing the face of god. He would gladly kill a man for the ability to grab hold of whoever is doing this and ram home. The mouth on him is a thing of wonder and it keeps TEASING the tip. They keep running soft, pampered, little hands up and down his length. God he wants them to feel him in their GUT. Fuck their face and their ass and any OTHER holes they have til everything is sloppy and wet and-

Yep! From the tast flooding Tim's mouth, that's real cum. Good his he got his shot. But it begs the question... whoms't exactly is he fucking? Tim's not sure he's comfortable with random hook ups. What if, Gods forbid, it linked him to the JOKER or something!? He'd have to blow up the city and everyone in it.

He considers this as he resumes his sta- he means, BIRD watching. Newly be-camera-d. Weirdly enough, now Nightwing is acting off too. What is going ON? Also... he could of SWORN he saw the Red Hood a second ago. Did he leave? Aaw D:>

.....what's that sound?

*boss music starts playing* That would be the Red Hood. Owner of the mythical Common Sense gene. HE immediately phoned a friend! And by THAT we mean he beamed up to The Watchtower to get poked at by magic users until he had a scanner.

Beep beep, mother fucker. You have explaining to do.

OR, counter argument.... Tim makes a run for it. Doesn't GET far. But he Sure Did Try! Jason is unamused. Consent is sexy, kids. And he has the gun to explain that. But! TIM has the panic babbling to explain his horny stupidity and innocence.

Fair enough. He's confiscating them though. If you get horny, just fucking ask.

Wait.... really? Does Jason really mean that?

And... two things. Cute Horny Idiot knows his identity. And.... he never said HE wasn't also apparently a horny idiot. Sure, why the fuck not.

He confiscate the magic contraband... then bends that twink in HALF. Comms off, back into it. Tim can barely breathe, pressed down so tightly to the bed as his guts get re-arranged, callused hands holding his legs spread, his childhood hero rumbling FILTH into his ear as hips snap against his, again and again and AGAIN. The world is hot and fuzzy around the edges and... AND-!

Jason's pretty damn smug that HES not only the one who found mystery twink, but them fucked him incoherent. He seriously considers just... not saying anything. Whoops! Nothing to find here folks. To bad the Watchtower is a fuckin snitch.

So obviously Bruce finds out. And wants to "talk to him". Which inevitably ends with Tim, pressed close to his front, held still as he "fucks him properly". Which as far a Tim is concerned is a god damned excuse to EMPALE him on his monster of a cock. Work it deeper and deeper, all while holding him like a lover, as he absolutely DESTROYS Tim's poor puss. Makes him lose count of how many times he's gotten off. Until everything is too bright and hyper sensitive. Til it's nearly hurting but not quite there and all Tim can think about, as he whimpers and drools, is SLEEP.

Oh... and THEN he wants to talk about how Tim knows their secret identies. Ask him in the morning or Tim WILL cry at you.

He wakes up in Wayne Manor. He did not go to sleep in Wayne Manor. He can't move his lower body with out pain. Bruce is clearly pretending he planned that. Liar.

Then? Karma. His horny chickens come home to roost. Has Bruce introduced you to his sons? This is Dick and Damian. They remember you. And would like a "word".

(The word is sex and they would like it as soon as possible)

👀👀👀!!!!!!!!!!!! a reverse magic sex toy!!!!!!!!!!!!! where tim tortures the other bats by fucking his little pussy with their cocks while they're forced to just suffer and endure it until he's finished. more than once they almost scream from frustration because tim finishes before they do and he pulls them out of his warm, slick little hole. 👀👀👀👀

[clus444]

Remake (L&D)

Sylus x Black! Reader

I hope this is a better part one. Though my tag says black reader my work is for all. There's just not enough support for my fellow POCs. I have more ideas for fics as well. So when I get the part two out, I will be doing more characters.

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R-I'm here. 8:00 pm

R-Are you coming late? 8:30pm

*Missed call*

R-I told them to wait for you come.

Are you? 8:50 pm

*Missed call*

My leg bounces nervously as I wait for Sylus to respond. Maybe I shouldn't have spammed his messages. I hope it doesn't come off as desperate. I glance at the time on my phone and sigh heavily as I start to feel annoyed. I toy with Sylus's brooch that he gifted in case he wasn't with me. It reminds me of our time together.

R- are you ok? 9:00pm

I stand angrily from the table and I put down a tip for the inconvenience. There has to be a reasonable explanation, he wouldn't just ditch me like this, right? When I step outside I notice that the air feels heavier and smells of rain. I decide to walk the distance to his house. Although dangerous I slightly hope something will happen so I can beat my anger and concern out.

*20 minutes laterrr*

Knock Knock!

I shiver as the rain continuously falls down." Sylus! open up," I plead through the black and heavy door. Shivers wrack through my body as I stand here. I knock again rapidly before hugging myself. I pray to whoever is listening that Sylus is here. My red fiery dress clings to my body as I soak in the rain.

The door swings open and I waste no time coming in. He shuts the door as I turn to face him and check him over. I angrily push him back when I see he's fine," Where the hell were you?" He cocks an eyebrow and then walks past me to his living room. He sits down and manspreads and looks me up and down. I feel my heart picking up speed, something telling me to stop and turn around.

"I had some...business to take care of, kitten," He says coldly and nonchalantly. I feel my eye twitch at his response. Thats all? After I embarrassed myself and sat waited for him. I guess it's not surprising that I waited as that seems to be all I do lately. His uncaring attitude towards the situation breaks my heart slightly. It feels like a pocket knife went through it. '' Did you forget our date? I've been texting you all night! Yet, here you are perfectly fine and no excuse but work," I question him bitterly.

" You know my line of work. These instances can't be helped-" Annoyance comes across his face as I cut him off abruptly.

"Instances, that's what I am to you? A fucking instance! You act like our time together meant nothing," I stalk up closer to him with clenched fists. I feel my eyes water but ill be damned if I allow them to fall. Fuck whatever it is that makes me cry when I'm angry. Fuck my heart for feeling something for this no-good, down dog-

"Did you think something else? I think it's obvious that you're having a... memory problem. From the beginning I said no relationships," he stands from the couch to tower over me. His eyes glow red but I can tell he's holding back. I know that he would never hurt me physically but, I can't say the same for him emotionally. He smirks, "Why don't we just put your anger to good use in the bedroom."

He says one thing but his actions say another. This game of tag or whatever we're playing feels exhausting. When did I become so weak, especially to a man? (Or demon the game doesn't say) Out of everyone to toy with, why me? Why make me fall helplessly in love with your actions, mind, body, and soul. Why give me just enough to keep me here, but not enough to leave. Questions I'll never get an answer to.

" Don't act so dim, Sylus. It's not in your nature," I bite back. Although a weak retort, a retort nonetheless.

"Dim?," he steps closer, and my breath hitches," Dim is you acting like something more than petty fucking is going on. Dim is believing that I would want something more. Dim is you running to me for love when you can't find it in someone else." Scratch the pocket knife, a katana has carved out my heart and chopped it into little pieces.

I step back from him. This beautiful white-haired man with eyes of rubies and, a body sculpted from god himself is truly ugly on the inside. I shake my head in disbelief as the dam in my eyes breaks. I bite my lower lip to keep a sob from coming out. I unpin the brooch on my dress and throw it at his face. He quickly catches it and narrows his eyes at me.

" Ok," I say simply though my voice wavers and I rush out of his house to leave. The rain pours heavy on me but I can't seem to care when the man I love calls me a fool for loving him. Maybe I am. It's always been my nature to love hard and not let go. Maybe I am desperate. For something real, for something genuine, for something... safe. Maybe people like me are destined to be alone.

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I love interacting as well I'm just slow to it.

-xoxox Author

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[simplepotatofarmer]

Blog Update:

Hi, it's me, Loyal.

I just want to say first and foremost, I really do love (parts of) the fandom and I'm not going anywhere.

I will, however, not be around as much. One, I'm about to enter an all day intensive treatment plan so I'll literally just be on in the evening. Two, as much as I'm going to keep writing and creating, I have no intention of interacting publicly with fandom as much as I have.

I can't. It's actually fucking insane that it's gotten to this point. I made tribute post and because I used lyrics from Dream's song, I got harassed. The people doing this, acting like this, thinking this way are insane.

So in case it's not clear: Based on my personal lived experience and some information that's come to light, I still enjoy Dream's content. You can approach me personally, off anon, if you want to know my reasoning. If you dislike me for this, that's fine. But I'm done trying to walk this fine line just so I don't get people threatening me, my kids, and my pets. Just so people stop sending me the city I live in, so they stop digging up twelve year old tweets, so they stop calling me slurs and suicide baiting me.

That's absolutely insane. It's horrible. It's disgusting and I was honestly just sitting here, taking it, because I'm terrified of upsetting people and losing friends if I say 'yeah, I'm excited for a new manhunt and I also this song helped me and my kids process my grief'. And the worst part is, it's not an unfounded fear. People have done the most vile shit to me. People I thought were friends jumped on me instead of those harassing me.

I just want to post about Techno and c!Rivals duo and not worry about whether or not this post is going to get me hate. I don't want to worry about how random discord servers are talking about me.

Because that's fucking batshit. Not the worrying, but what these people are doing and I'm tired of letting this effect me. I have enough going on in my personal life. My partner of 15 years almost died. We almost lost our house. I should be able to come online and post about the silly minecraft guys I like and their RP and lore without censoring myself out of fear of literally being doxxed and cyber stalked. I should be able to talk about the racism that effects me without being afraid people will make it about cc drama or calling me slurs or erasing my identity as an Ojibwe person.

The people doing this are the problem. It hurts that so many people are part of this, it really does. But I can't keep letting it get to me. I've always done my best to be kind. I haven't been perfect, especially not lately, because all this hate and stress has gotten to me. I've lashed out. I shouldn't have.

And I shouldn't have had to deal with all that shit in the first place. I hope no one else does. It's terrifying and draining and I'm done.

So I intend to post the things I enjoy, I intend to reblog my friends' art, write the Emerald duo and Rivals duo fics I want to. I want to post about the Syndicate and the new manhunt when it comes out. That's what I'm going to do.

Asks are staying off for the moment because people are too happy to make burner blogs but I'll probably turn them back on at some point as I love answering lore and headcanon questions and, again, it's fucked up I can't enjoy an aspect of the site and fandom because people can't just leave me alone.

To those people: Get help. You're harassing someone because you think they deserve it and that's the most fucked up thing.

To everyone else: So so many of you have been amazing. You've been supportive, you've been kind. That kindness and support speaks volumes and I love you all. I genuinely love you. Dreblr, you've been here for me for over a year at this point and I cannot thank you enough. You are the best part of fandom as far as I'm concerned. And to Dtblr, y'all have come to support me countless times and that means the world to me, it really does. As for all my fellow Rivals duo fans, you people are worth your weight in gold for the joy you bring. A special shout-out to @vpofcookies because you've been here since the beginning, practically, and I love you. There's more but you know who you are.

Anyway, I've been carrying this for awhile and I'm tired. I'm no longer going to give any amount of thought to the people determined to drag me down and harass me constantly.

My best advice is stop focusing on the things and people you hate and instead focus on what you love. That's what I plan to do, from here on out.

[stellar-constellations]

See ion condone murder in the slightest but when I say Rose and ren need to be offed I mean THEY NEED TO GOOOO

Please babes I’m begging for a teeny weeny spoiler on if we ever get too yk make them hit the hay permanently OR better if reader and Andrew do it together

I too do not condone murder in the slightest; however, I portray fictional murders, stalking, and all other non-safe events in my series as something that you should NOT do in real life. I also do not write the events of real murders in non-educational views + twisting the true story in order to try and gain fame and fortune from another's unfortunate reality (looking at the questionable TV shows like Jeffery Dahmer and such...)

HOWEVER, everything in Star Patient is fictional, and is supposed to be written and viewed as grotesque, something that should not be replicated in real life, and is meant to unsettle you for a nice thrill or at least cope with fantasies in a very safe way that shouldn't mingle with real life.

With that being said, allow me to get on with the spoilers. Please note, chapter 8 is still being written so everything may not be the final draft. Please be aware, the following content below will possibly be split in different chapters, so this is spoilers for all future Star Patient chapters as of July 27, 2024.

These spoilers will be solely bits of dialogue. I will not directly give out who said what, and I also will not provide any clues as to what's happening as to not destroy any shock value or plot twists in future chapters. You can try and figure out the story yourselves; however, I don't want to directly ruin the emotional impact of the story, so my lips are sealed for any specific events! I do accept questions of the characters, future series ideas (non-spoilers), and any other fun questions.

THE CONTENT BELOW IS NOT FINAL, FUTURE SPOILERS FOR ANDREW GRAVES X READER: STAR PATIENT SERIES!

"Sometimes, it still feels like I'm trapped inside that room; except this time, I'm the one that put myself in it."

"What? You're not going to help me change?"

"She wasn't innocent! Everyone knows that she killed that boy and his mother!"

"Whatever excuse I try to put it, it's my fault in the end."

"I got you some chocolates and flowers! If you're allergic to coco or milk, I have this replica of hot chocolate powder that tastes like hot chocolate, but doesn't have any milk or coco! People are so smart nowadays! Oh, and don't worry, I checked with the missus first, so she won't be mad at me!"

"It's too risky to just leave her like that, especially because I'm unsure if I left any evidence or not..."

"Oh, how cute! My little angel is into the occult now! She's so pure!"

"It’s different if a woman kills someone! She does it to love and protect, men do it to destroy."

"Do you ever wonder why we do this? I mean... right now someone else could die, so the people we saved are suddenly unimportant... because we couldn't save them all..."

"He's a city boy, do you really expect him to be able to support you if he can't even support his own legs?!"

"Everyone in this hospital is either freaks or criminals."

"Was there really no other way?"

"At the end of the day, it's you. Do what makes you survive."

"Ah, perfume. A woman's beauty kills another."

"Do you think saving me is going to make me forget that you're the one who did this to me?"

"She gives great hugs..."

"I said I don't want to see you!"

"I had a nightmare, and I don't want to be alone."

"You need to eat, god damn it!"

"The water is freezing, but what it promises makes me feel warm..."

"You don't choose if the inheritor is good or bad, because they're the inheritor. They get it, whether they deserve it or not. Sometimes, they do bad things with that sort of power, and it can lead them down the wrong path."

"You don't expect your son to be a bad person until he is."

"How about we make a deal?"

"I don't think you understand the gravity of your situation right now, after all, I know what you did."

“She’s so kind, accepting strays like you.”

"What do you mean they're dead?"

"Can you forgive me for doing bad things, even if it was to protect myself?"

"What are you doing with a former patient? Having any sort of connection outside of the hospital is strictly frowned upon and can cause in termination!"

"Is this to pay for my sins?"

"Why can't you just leave!"

"Whoever invented AirTags probably made them to stalk his wife. Or husband. No judgement."

“Who is to say that you’re not next?”

"Perhaps, a happy ending was never written for me or you."

[the-last-f2p]

Yandere prompts day 15

15: “Where are you going without us? You know that’s not allowed”

Featuring: Kazuha and Tomo

TW: Stalking, manipulation, slight overprotectiveness/clinginess

If there was one power couple duo that shouldn't be messed with in Inazuma it was Kazuha and Tomo. Not only were the two inseperable, but they also were vision holders? Cool as fuck.

Sorry, did I say vision holders I think I meant: Stalkers. Hardcore stalkers.

Maybe it was just the power of anemo but you've never heard Kazuha's footsteps, yet he's always just behind you. And this time you know it was just the power of electro because Tomo did NOT attempt to start a thunder storm for your attention with his bare hands.

They're both 'clingy in their own ways is how Kazuha would describe it, poets and romanticising things. Though Tomo going 'yeah. And?' with his whole body draped over you (not even in a purposefully melodramatic way) is also not a good response.

Weirdos.. Leave me alone please! You think. But, if it was that simple, you wonder how fast the Sakoku and Vision hunt decree would be abolished. 10 seconds tops maybe?

Kazuha and Tomo the people watchers strike again, watching you from a nearby tree! Call the police please! But, then again you wouldn't want them getting caught would you? They would get their visions stolen! You've heard horrible stories about that from Kazuha and Tomo seperately.

You're not going to be that unkind to them.

You open the window from your house to onlook their temporary "camp". Consisiting of two futons, you're still confused on why they're not absouletly filthy but  it's Teyvat it's probably some magical force and one sword rack. They'll just freeload of you for the rest you're all neighbours after all, another wise quote from Tomo.

They're just sitting there, not talking. A bit creepy. But maybe they're enjoying the sunset? Veery unlikely 

"Ah! Mornin' Y/N!" Tomo smiles at you cheerfully, he doesn't have the sharpest of eyes but since Kazuha was dead asleep it was you vs cat man. "Kaz, wake up!" Tomo starts shaking Kazuha awake excitedly. It takes a minute though contrasting with most peoples belief Kazuha's actually quite a heavy sleeper he just rarely gets any sleep.

Kazuha slowly awakes, he looks slightly majestic  but that's besides the point. "Mn.. What is it?" He drowsily rubs his eyes and looks between both you and Tomo.  

"Oday ouyay wantay otay askay emthay?" Tomo whispers to a confused-looking Kazuha, he usually did things like creating 'languages' or even worse foods that the two only understood. 

"What are you saying, Tomo?" He gives Tomo a slight laugh, he must not remember.

"WE WENT OVER THIS LAST NIGHT, KAZ." Tomo half yells, melodramatically feigning hurt.

"I wasn't listening." Kazuha smiles at Tomo patting his back, you hope they're not going to keep us this back and forth.

"Fine. I'll do it myself." Tomo clears his throat like he's going to say something really important or really dumb: "What are you doing this morning, because we were hoping you'd come to Sagonomiya with us!"

"I can't." You say matter of factly. You really can't, Yoimiya wanted to show you some of her fireworks.

"Why?" Tomo and Kazuha ask in sync, it seems Kazuha has half-caught onto the the drift now.

"Yoimiya wants me to help her test out something." You say to them.

"That's dangerous." Tomo frowns and tries to convince you to travel with them once again.

"Don't care." You start to get annoyed by their pushiness.

Kazuha finally having fully caught the drift says: "...Well Y/N. It's like this: You can't and won't go anywhere without us because it's not allowed." 

"That's simple principal." Tomo adds. He reaches for your hand even though he is outside your house and just casually pulls you out the window Kazuha slightly bends the air in order to give you a soft landing.

Alright next stop Sangonomiya!

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

Hey. To the thought of suicide being 'inevitable', I'd like to share my story to show why I can disagree...if I may.

So my mother, she hurt my father. Abused him. Hit him. Manipulated him. Badly. Stalked him. Then she took her own life. As a result, mentioning her in our household was all but forbidden because it reminds my father of her. He'd NEVER talk about her. He'd tense up and become curt when I tried to mention her. And he broke contact with all her family. This happened before I was able to remember anything. So all my life, I felt doomed to repeat what she did. Because if you're not allowed to remind your father of your own mother, else risking anger, punishment and exclusion, that's pretty hard to do when you're her spitting image. So I wasn't allowed to exist. Not move, not speak, not be. Because I am like her. I look like her, speak like her, move like her. Maybe I even like stuff that she liked. So basically my life became about avoiding triggering my father. How can I do that best? By believing that I shouldn't exist. Because my whole DNA seems evil. Remember, he removed her entire family tree from his life, which is not far from effectively "killing" them. So I grew up thinking that my Mom deserved to be dead, because she was Bad™ to her core, and because I love my father and my father is a good man and I believe his pain to be true. And so I thought that I deserved to be dead too, because all I could ever do was hurt my father just as she has done. Until I took action and found that family of hers.

I found wonderful women who look like my mother, who look like me, and they are GOOD. They have problems too, yes, but they are kind and they are HUMAN. And they made it in life. They did not die because there was no other way. They lived. They still live. And for the first time in my entire life I understood that my mother made a choice. For herself. That she HAD a choice, and that I have the power to choose differently. I found women on different paths of life, and I discovered that I have the capacity for good. If anything, I'm allowed.

It's my father who never moved on. It's my father who is triggered. It's my father who avoids facing up to his past and to feel through the pain and the emotions of what my mother did to him. It's not my problem. It's not me. It's not my fault. It's him, never having dealt with an old and terrible wound. That doesn't make his own pain less true. But he made it about me, as if I was the problem. He cannot stand the sight of me.

And so... I don't know your story, but I know that every family entertains a certain solid narrative that frames their entire history and reinforces their current behavior. And it will continue to do so until it is challenged. So I will go out on a limb here and dare assume that you can't stop self-harming because you are punishing yourself and that deep down, you somehow believe that it is right for you to deserve it. You deserve to die because it's tied to your identity, to who you are, and not to a specific behavior of yours. You cannot help being you, so it's a fault to be as you are.

Because someone else saw or sees it as a fault, and they have influence and authority over your life, likely because they're family (NEVER underestimate blood, but I don't have to tell YOU that), and they have - whether they intended to or not - let you know this all your life. If it's tied to being autistic, you may have been told you're "too much". You're "a freak" (for me it was "drama queen" for wanting to express myself). You're "exhausting", "why can't you be normal". Your poor Mom can't handle you, or whatever (take this with a grain of salt, only you know what it is). Why are you being such a burden.

Darling, pursue self-respect. You do not have to suck up to anyone's trouble with who you are as a person. That's on them, not you.

Don't let them take you. Don't let society, or your surroundings, dictate your permission to exist. You have permission to be. You are loved, and wanted, and known by the Most High.

And I believe that people love you too. But I get that it's hard when you aren't akin to their standards. You are allowed though. It's not your fault. I'm glad if the autism diagnosis helps to set a frame for other people and yourself to understand you better. Congratulations.

Wishing you peace.

;-; thankyou

[roseate-felidae]

Things have turned bad and it's my fault.

I tried to move on from the person who left me and that didn't happen. A friend of mine kept sending updates on them being harassed. I couldn't nor comment.

But that wasn't helping. They blocked me and I needed to leave them alone.

I'm not myself, I've never harassed someone before. I've been so unwell with my depression that I'm doing things that I don't normally do. To much bad things this year that I'm losing it.

I feel awful, they think I'm stalking them. I'm trying to move on. But my friend and my cousin tried to help. I need to be strict. With them and myself. So technically it's like I am. They didn't force me to. It's my fault. But I don't want to cause more problems

I'm not helping them by reaching out. I'm making it worse. I cant react to them being harassed. I cant help. They don't need my help or want it. I don't know why people are being weird to them. But I shouldn't be making it worse for them.

I wasn't like this when I was friends with them. So what has changed? Its like I've lost my marbles.

Why the fuck am I acting this way? I've never acted like this ever before? I've turned into this thing. It's like I'm a disease. I cant help and I don't want to hurt them. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm being a bad person, I'm a problem aswell now. I have to stop. I'm scared and broken. I want to be well. But I can't help them, it's not helping. It's harassment. What the fuck is happening.

@robotslenderman @mekanikaltrifle I don't know why I'm doing this. I want to help. But that's not helping. I'm being a problem too. I've never done this before. What am I doing? I'm scared. I'm also scared you'll leave me too.

[hetalia-club]

Finally i don't feel alone in thinking the fandom is toxic, because I had to deal with a horrible amount of ableism (for literal disabilities I have and apparently someone thought I was incontinent and basically compared incontinent people to diaperfuckers) and even still I have to hide behind anon due to the fact the fandom also has a problem with stalking too, since i have been stalked by people who made private accounts around me and screenshotting everything I said to the point I had to actually talk to someone from the Trevor Project because I genuinely did not feel safe

apologies for the rambling, this fandom isn't normal about disabled people

Honey I'm so sorry :(. Yes people are mean and something about this fandom normalizes it. Idk what it is exactly. People say it's 'always been this way' and while that's true it HAS gotten WORSE. mainly because the fandom is smaller and the assholes just sort of all form a cult together and thrive off each others negativity. They say the people with the worse opinions are the loudest and that couldn't be more true within this fandom.

Also the ability to go fully anonymous on this sight is both a blessing and a plague. I do feel that there SHOULD be a way to find out who the anon was. I myself have been consistently harassed by a Spain kin for almost 5 years. It used to really get to me and it doesn't anymore. I truly just no longer give a shit. I went on Hiatus for 2 years and they CAME BACK! Like they were waiting in the shadows and like a bond vilian just turned in their chair and were like "well well well...". It's just kind of funny if you think about it I live rent free in their dome and they don't even know me. An I can't block them because they are always on anon. So I just delete it and carry on with my life. Last year my therapist diagnosed me with Avoidant Personality Disorder and it answered a lot of questions I've always had about myself. Which means I am an extremely shy person chronically so. I take things to heart even if I shouldn't. I feel things very deeply for myself and for other people and animals. My therapist taught me some tools to try and help me deal and I got an increase in my meds. One of those was to not watch the news or actively sought out negative events because those destroy me. I just can't take it. It's a huge trigger for me and I wish it wasn't I don't like the idea that I make it about me' in some way. It doesn't really do much but it numbs me a bit and makes me care less. It still affects me sure but I feel too unbothered to care. My AI covers have been a HUGE stress relief for me and a good distraction from my feelings. But again it's just a distraction. They are little boosts of serotonin to make and it makes me happy and it makes me even happier when someone enjoys it.

The reason I tell you this is to help you understand that no one really gives a shit. That sounds harsh but please let me elaborate on that. I mean I have straight told people "I am legit too shy to function and I do not like to talk about certain things because it gives me major embarrassment that can last actual days. Can we find a new topic or maybe pivot." but they don't actually listen to me about it. And I understand that it's hard to remember everyone's little quirks but to constantly have to remind people and for them to just "Oh yeah sorry... anyway like I was saying" really stings. Because of my disorder you can imagine I have an extremely hard time speaking my mind and standing up for myself. I want everyone to like me I don't want anyone to dislike me to a fault. I will ignore my own feelings and emotions to let others speak about what makes them happy even if sometimes it does sting. So I actually very much do know exactly where you are coming from with that. Just please remember that these are strangers online. Yes they can say hurtful things but the second you close teh app they disappear. They don't actually matter. And YES I am fully aware that this is easier said than done please believe me on that.

This fandom does have a serious issue with ignoring and disrespecting others disabilities. Especially some that are not really heard about/normalized much like yours or mine. I 100% know everyone thinks I'm lying about my personality disorder being a real thing If they don't want to understand me I can't make them, which sucks but I have no control over that. I wish it were not that way but we can't change other people and the way they think/ act but we can work on ourselves and how we process harassment. I wish you luck anon, you're never alone on this bitch of an earth, love you <3

[rubberducki20]

Context

Overview:

The world has made demi humans slaves and a working class. Normal rabbits for dog races have turned to rabbit men with huge vicious dogs chasing them. The upper human classes buy dog and cat demi humans as pets and objects to just look at.

Character Overviews:

Enyo: 24 ur old rabbit man that's recently escaped from the dog races, he's all over the news for him killing a few of the handlers, not trusting of humans, 6 ft, blue eyes, scar across nose, black hair and rabbit ears

Opal: 22 ur old human woman, lives in the woods secluded from society due to hating the enslavement of demi humans, 5'2 ft/in, brown eyes

Authors note:

Heyoo, I love you guys! I know I don't have a lot of followers or readers but idc! I enjoy writing and hopefully I find a little pocket of folks that like my writing too. ♡

Opals POV

I woke up to pressure on my chest and a hand over my mouth, whoever was on top of me was huge, I could barely make his features out. A note of blue and red lights dancing in my window, gave me the shivers. "You speak, scream, or whatever, I'll fucking kill you." A husky voice brings me back to the hulking man. As he leaned closer I took notice of the sleek rabbit ears that adorned his head.

I nodded slowly as the cop lights cut off and we could hear the car leave. The man gets off of me and looks out the window. "Now tell me why I shouldn't kill you?" He turns as I switch my night stand lamp on. He was huge, had to be over 5'7, fuck I had to look all the way up to look him in the eyes. "Maybe cause I hate the government? Cause I'm not gonna call the cops on you? Why are the cops after you exactly?" I quirk.

"Don't worry about that, pipsquek." He huffs. I roll my eyes and get up to go to the kitchen.

Enyos POV

I had to give it to the human, she wasn't scared at all, or I couldn't tell at least. I followed her to the kitchen, "Want some tea? Look I don't care if you stay here till it's safe for you to leave if you choose to." She clipped while pouring some water into a pot to heat.

I squint at her, "what's the catch? You humans always have a catch.". She laughs as she pours the now hot water into 2 cups, she slides a cup towards me, "let it steep for a few. It's lavender and chamomile. It'll help us sleep. There's no catch, I don't need anything from you. If you want to, you can check every room in this house to make sure it's safe."

She finished her cup and headed to her room, "Purple door is your room."

I checked and searched through every room before going back to the cup of tea. I swallow it in one gulp, it was good. Surprisingly. I stalked to my now room, this human was definitely different. I'll learn more tomorrow

Morning

My ears twitched, listening for threats, but all that was around was the sound of a shower going. I drag myself to the living room, even though my body wanted to stay in bed. I scanned the living room once more, the photos on the walls peaked my interest a lot. It showed pipsquek with a demihuman wolf man, and a human woman. "Oh your awake." The human walks up to my side, "that's my mom and step dad. They were executed a few years ago, hence why I stay all the way out here. I can't stand how humans treat demi humans." I could see the tears threatening her eyes, but she didn't let them fall.

I gunt at her, so maybe she isn't that bad? "I'll stay for now, keep you company I guess" I sensed the surprise that radiated off her.

"Um. You got any clothes I can borrow? I don't think you want me in any stank clothes." I watched her, she was nice to watch in her own environment.

She slides a plate full of eggs and sausage, I think I might like it here.

[foofenshmirtz]

Log #3 Revenant proxies.

Disclaimer, this Au goes into detail about death, and mentions of sexual assault, cults, religion, gods, and gore. viewer discretion is advised. I do not own any of the characters unless stated otherwise and everything is purely for entertainment purposes. i only own my writing.

Since my last log I have found out more information specifically about Offender. From my understanding and from what ████  told me, it seems offender is the one responsible for the agent proxies roaming around these parts. It seems he is alive and does exist after all but I shouldn't worry. I am safe inside and have a better understanding of both the land and a few of the people who live close to me. Nobody has seen him in years so I shouldn't worry as much.

As of late I've been leaving my cabin more and more, I've needed food and to make connections. ████  tells me most of the people barter in these areas and making connections will help in my survival so I've  been trying to be friendly to a few of the proxies nearby. I've only run into 4 so far. Tim, Brian, Toby, and Kate. They are all moody and seem very violent but the 3 boys don't live far from me so i've been trying to get on their good side in hope for trades or possibly protection. It seems not many mess with the revenant proxies, and for good reason. They seem very strong and it would be best advised to not get on any of their bad sides.

████  seems to know a lot about them, though she has been around these woods for quite some time so its only natural. 

Tim Wright : A Revenant Proxy.  Age: 37??  Immortal???? Height: looks like my dad's height so around 5’10 probably Disorders: PTSD, Schizophrenia?

 ████  says he was stalked by the Slender for quite some time and eventually gave up the fight and caved under the manipulation. Out of the 4 of them, he is often the brains, he doesn't show much emotion other than being grumpy but he is very skilled in handiwork. Many often trade weapons to him in exchange for repairs in electrical work. My guess is that before this life he was a construction worker or something. 

He isn't too bad just mostly grumpy and smells constantly like cigarettes. He is always typically seen around Brian as well, I'm guessing they have been close friends for a while since I haven't seen one of them without the other. ████  has advised me to try and get on his good side. I'll probably not be able to befriend him but if I can work out trades with him he might be able to fix up some things around this beat up cabin.

Brian Thomas : Revenant Proxy. Age: 36?? Immortal???  Height: looks around 6’2 but I'm just short so what do I know Disorders: PTSD 

Brian doesn't seem to speak much but is often found near Tim. I don't know much about him but from what ████  says, Brian is pretty brutal. He is great in stealth and is killer (haha pun intended) with a gun. He is often seen with a sniper rifle on his back and I've noticed he walks with a slight limp, most likely due to a past injury. Unlike Tim, Brian doesn't seem to take his mask off, i've never seen his face but ████  have seen him without it on so I at least know he isn't secretly a monster under the mask. ████  has said most don't trade with him, but he is very knowledgeable in the area and where all the portals are so I'll probably try and figure something out in an attempt to have him draw me a map or at least give me some pointers. 

Maybe I can get him to speak.

Tobias Rogers: revenant proxy. Unlike the others, ████  seems to know a lot about Toby. I've only spoken to him a few times but from what I've gathered he's quite grumpy and keeps to himself. 

According to ████  he is very unpredictable and very dangerous. I don't know much about him myself so I will write down everything ████  has told me about him. She seems to know a lot more about him than the other proxies but won't say why. I didn't want to push so I didn't ask further, though I can't help but wonder, I won't push her any further though and I'll just be grateful that she has information nonetheless. She has been my only friend so far and has kept me safe so I won't pry.    

Thank you

Tobias Erin Rogers    Age: 27    Immortal???   Height: idk probs like 6’0 Disorders:  CIPA, Schizophrenia, Tourettes disorder, PTSD, ADHD, Antisocial personality disorder, Bipolar.

████   says that after Toby became a proxy he lost his memory of his past and has now become the ruthless killer he is today. He is often seen partying and is known to be some type of playboy in these parts of the woods, I'm not one to judge though.

████   said that he had a tough time growing up yet did not go into long detail, just that his father wasn't the best and was now forced to serve the Slender. Tobias can be seen constantly covered in blood and oftentimes causing chaos in the woods. He seems to stick by himself most times when he isn't near Tim and Brian. It seems he only really trusts them. Most don't typically trade with him, apparently his bipolar makes him incredibly unpredictable and he is known to manipulate and mess with people out of boredom so it's best to just avoid him and not attempt to trade or get close to him. That's all ████   would tell me, and she wouldn't answer any questions I had, but she did say that I should try and be as nice as possible when talking to him, he gets angry and offended easily. That won't be a problem for me though, luckily I don't think I can be rude to someone, not without crying. I may be a monster but I'm not an asshole.

████   sounded upset while saying this all, making me question why she is doing the most to protect me. We have only known each other for a short amount of time but she has advised me to avoid Tobias at all costs.

Random info ████   has told me about Tobias.

He can play guitar, hates loud sudden noises (same bro), has a love for animals, often doesn't eat proper meals along with the other 3 boys, is always seen with his hatchets and rarely takes off his mask (████  says it's for good reason).

If I'm going to trade with Tim and try to obtain his help, it would be best for me to try and get on all the boys' good sides. I don't want to get shot or beaten to death. I don't know the limitations on my new body yet and I don't want to take any chances so it’s best if i play it safe.

Kate ????? : revenant proxy  Age: 29??? Immortal???  Height: she's hella short so probs around 5’3  Disorders: to be figured out  

Kate is kind of a mystery to both ████   and I. She doesn't know much about her other than the fact that Kate has been in these forests for a very long time. She is believed to be the first revenant proxy yet is often confused for one of the agents due to her animalistic ways. She seems sensitive to light and is known to only really come out at night because of it. I've only spoken to her twice but she seems nicer, just very socially inept compared to the others. If I had to guess it must be because of the sheer amount of time she has lived here and the fact that unlike the 3 boys she is often by herself. From what I've heard around, many don't trade with her since she is typically seen as a ruthless killer and very messy with her kills but if that's true she might be useful to me after all. Hopefully I can trade with her or befriend her in order to obtain an easier supply of food.

Tomorrow I'm going to try and go out and see what I can do about finding things to trade or getting to know the area better. Hopefully, I can get on Tims good side. This cabin is in desperate need of TLC and I can only do so much without power. Till then I'm just going to see if ████   will give me more information. She seems to be in a poor mood so I don't want to push her but the more I know about my neighbors the greater chance I have of survival.

[ameliawarnerr]

Evanescent

(She was the evanescent of his life— there and gone.)

Part 6

(Part 5: here)

Jake’s Pov (Yes, I am obsessed with Jake’s mindset.)

He’s stalking us.

First, he found out my number, and now he is in Duskwood. There's no way he could have traced my phone. He can't outdo me when it comes to hacking. That ultimately implies that he has traced Amelia’s phone. Fuck it, I should have never stopped keeping an eye on her phone. He must have fetched my number from her contacts.

Frustration runs through my entire body. I could have prevented this.

I am restless as Amelia introduces us. Neither I nor Alex pays any attention to her words since we already know each other.

Alex shakes my hand with a hard smile on his face. He's tall enough to look me in the eye.

Alex breaks the eye contact and looks at Amelia. “So, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Boston?”

Amelia goes stiff beside me. She was relaxed when she showed up with Alex. It's not him, I realize, it's the mention of Boston that wiped her smile off her face. I never knew she was from Boston. I know nothing about her. It's killing me.

As she tries to answer, her arm brushes against mine and she removes it too quickly as if I were some toxicant. I don't fancy the tension in her.

“I have a few friends here. Online friends. I was dying to meet them. What about you?” She answers while carefully dodging talking about Boston. But I notice. I notice her efforts to sound normal. They might be working on Alex but not on me. She can't pretend. And I don't get why she is even trying to pretend.

Alex moves slightly closer to her pretending that it was difficult to hear her over the crowd. I can't control myself when I follow his movements and get closer to Amelia.

The tension that each one of us is hiding something from eachother is getting too much to handle. That's why I hate face-to-face interactions.

But my attention is not on Alex. It's on Amelia as she moves away. Not from Alex but me. Hurt and understanding settle in my mind and heart at the same time. She's trying to give the impression that we are merely friends. Even when she introduced me to him, she solely mentioned my name. Nothing more. That's a treatment you give to a friend. I’d die to be her friend. But being only friends is not what we have been doing since we meet each other. And she knows it as much as I do. Then why? I want to ask her but again I can't.

I could write a book of words that don't escape my heart.

Aggravation replaces every other emotion I felt. I don't generally get irritated this easily but everything about this moment is so not me. I should have never come here in the first place but I thought it’ll be fine because she would be here. But she's not. She's standing two steps away from me but too distant away from my reach. The overly cheerful crowd isn't helping either.

I need to get out of here.

I send a quick message to Dan.

Me: I need the car keys. I'll pick you guys up later.

It was like he was sitting by the phone, waiting for my text. He replies immediately.

Dan: Out of context. No information registered. Request declined.

I sigh and glance over at Amelia who's having a conversation with Alex. I send Dan another text and move over towards them.

Me: You said you’d be there without questions asked.

Me: Just replace yourself with car keys.

I am least interested in their conversation. Reading her conversations on phone was more fun but this, this is just annoying. Above all, I don't understand why would it be such a problem if she’d just show us to be as we are. Into each other.

I grab her elbow not caring about the act she's trying to pull. Her eyes meet mine, she looks away and I know something is wrong when she doesn't meet my eyes. And I see it. The fear in her eyes. If it was because of Alex, I’d happily let out my annoyance physically. But it is not. There's something beyond that I can't figure out. That's why I need to talk to her. “Amelia,” I say her name as softly as possible but in all seriousness. “A word?”

I know Alex is watching her arm where I touched her and I know she's uneasy about that, but I can't care any less about that right now. She’s not been herself ever since Alex mentioned Boston. That is my prominent concern right now.

I drag her away from Alex, away from the crowd. She finally hushes down a little.

“What’s wrong? Do you want me to take you back?” I am having ample questions but they could wait for now.

“No—”

“You don't need to pretend. I know something is wrong so for once listen to me and let's go back. Okay?” It comes out harsh even though I tried not to snap. She seems a little shocked and I want to tell her that she doesn't have to get astonished, that of course, I know something’s wrong. Of course, I see her every action. But I don't.

“I— Yes, please. Let's go.” She says quietly and I feel sorry for my earlier strong tone.

“I am—”

“Hey!” Alex calls out as he walks toward us. I am surpassing all my urges to do something ungentlemanly.

“Are you guys leaving?” He asks when he is close enough. “Could you give me a ride to the motel?”

“No—” I deny but Amelia cuts me off.

“Definitely.” Then she glances at me. Finally noticing my irritation. She turns towards me, speaking in a low tone so that only I can hear. “Jake, it's night. Please. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. You know Duskwood—”

“Fine. I need to call Dan. Will you be okay for a moment?” She nods in response. As I walk away a little bit, I see Alex taking out his phone. The first thing, I'm hacking the moment we get home is his phone. I don't care if I spend the whole night at it.

I call Dan. He picks up after two rings. “Where are you?” I ask.

“Listen, Hackerboy. I need to know that you are completely sober. I just got the car checked and repaired. Richy would—” He stops abruptly. A tiny strange emotion sparks in me. Grief, I realize. I hate emotions.

Everyone has been ignoring the fact that Richy was the man without a face. Even Amelia. They don't talk about it. They don't bring it up. Jessica, the most affected one, I assume, has gone away to her grandmother's place. Cleo has put off meeting with any one of them saying she's busy with her mom’s stuff or so Lilly told me. Dan is the first person who brought him up. And it's a shame that he did such a thing in front of me, keeping in mind, I can't comfort him in any way.

He clears his throats. “I’m on the left side of this huge tree.”

I look around, spotting a giant tree. “Got it. And my driving skills are good enough to avoid accidents and I don't drink.” I don't understand the purpose of my words. He was already giving me the keys but I still said those for the sake of his love of cars.

As I disconnect the call, my phone beeps. Alex.

Alex Graham: I just proved my point. We need to talk. You know it.

When I glance at him, he's already talking to Amelia. I approach them. “Let’s go,” I say, offering Amelia my hand. She takes it, not worried anymore about the act she was trying to show. We slide through the crowd and towards the giant tree. We find Dan standing near it, alone, drinking. My steps get slower as I approach him.

“Seriously? You’re getting wasted here and asking me if I drank?”

He shrugs. “I wasn't planning to drive the way back home anyway. I was letting you or Amelia drive since Lilly can't.”

I nod, wondering if Amelia knew how to drive or if she drinks. I wouldn't mind either, of course. But I mind that I am wondering. That I already don't know it.

Dan’s eyes dart to Alex and look at me, then Amelia, then again at Alex. Then his eyes finally settle on me. His eyebrows furrowed together asking a question which somehow sounds like is it him? I don't even know how or why I understood that. But I nod, nevertheless.

Dan laughs as he hands me the keys. “Trouble in paradise.” He mutters.

“Don’t even start,” I mutter back.

Amelia looks at us, confused. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing.” We say in unison.

The keys are in my hand and before I could close my palm, Dan takes them back. I look at him, irritated. He tosses the keys to Amelia. “Hey, why don't you bring the car towards the exit?”

“Why are you sending her alone?” I ask. He ignores me.

“What are you planning, Dan?” I ask again, this time I whisper. Amelia would have questioned his strange behavior too but she's been off ever since the mention of Boston.

“It’s alright, Jake. I needed a minute to myself anyway.” I nod, understanding and she walks away. My eyes follow her figure until she's out of sight.

Dan clears his throat. “You are....?” He sings to Alex.

Alex grins. “Alex Graham. Amelia’s...friend.”

“He knows who you are, Alex.” Sort of. “Just spill whatever you were talking about. Or don't. But this would be the last time you and I talk.” I make that wildly clear.

He sighs and walks toward us. “Alright.”

Dan and I share a look.

“Amelia needs to be in Boston. But the fact that she isn't is highly inappropriate.”

I let my head fall back and then rotate it back to the initial position. “Don’t beat around the bush. Why is it so necessary for her to be in Boston?”

“Because her mother died. Three weeks ago.” Alex snaps. Dan and I go rigid. I suddenly find it difficult to breathe. “She blames herself for the death. She missed the funeral because she couldn't face it. And she's a complete mess and I don't know how you guys are so ignorant of it. She lost her job. And her apartment, she hasn't paid rent for three months. She practically just ran away from her problems and came here. Her family doesn't even have her number anymore. That's why they sent me.”

Too much, it's too much to settle in. She's a mess and I never knew. She had this going on and I...never knew.

Dan somehow manages to speak, “Why you? Who are you to them?”

Alex answers, “She isn't aware of it yet but they have arranged us together. For marriage.”

Amelia? The circumstances? Alex? Her family? Her action? My ignorance?

Or me?

I am not sure which one to blame.

Part 7

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Hellloooo peopleee

So what do you think??

And yess I gave it a tittle! (Thanks @raemae17 for suggesting me to name it!)

Lemme know what you guys think of the name!

Again, I love reading your replies!

Thanks!!

Love y’all!!

[dandeliicnsarchiived]

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send me a 🚩 and i'll share my unpopular rpc opinions and hot takes. bonus points if you include a specific topic to talk about, like follower count, softblocking, graphics, etc. // Accepting!

Call outs:

I hate call outs that verbally assault a person and take away from the main reason of being called out. A call out should be about the actions that a writer has done that caused hardships, stress, and toxicity within the community. Example being, myself when I was young. I did horrible actions that caused issues within the community I was in, and looking back they were right to do so - however, the people who wrote them also insulted me as a person despite them never meeting me, getting to know me like my irl friends did/would. I can't remember the exact wording - but I remember it felt like I was getting verbally assaulted and that they were attacking me as a person and focusing on that instead of what I did, like calling me a dumb bitch, or scum of the earth. Yes, it still got the point across either way, i ended up withdrawing from the rpc as a whole. But there's a right and wrong way to go about it.

Another example; let's say I come across someone who has a very mary-sue like character, God Mods, refuses to tag trigger posts, and forces characters onto my character. If I talked to them once, twice maybe even three times about this and they refused to listen/got disrespectful. I'd call them out publicly as a warning to others; BUT I'd say these are the reason X, Y and Z why this writer is not ideal to write with because of X,Y and Z warnings I gave, conversations I had - it's best that my mutuals try to avoid this person for the time being. I'd keep it very to the point, give my evidence and leave it at that. I'm not going to use personal experiences they've shared with me in confidence, I'm not going to degrade them and make them feel like scum of the earth, I'm not going to insult the writer as a person because i do not know them. I'm going to call out behaviors/actions that COULD be triggering/upsetting/harmful to others.

(Disclaimer: this has never happened to me this is just a fake scenario that I came up with off the dome). The other side to this that could cross that line is if they are abusive, stalking, playing victim, harassing others,and/or a straight up predator. I know one infamous writer that was just down right evil and to this day im still wary that they might return. Then I can see crossing that line to verbal attacks because a person like that shouldn't be online in the first place and they deserve nasty words.

Call outs can be helpful and informative, but they can also be really counter-productive. Remember that if you're going to call someone out; make sure it's in a way that both parties can benefit from it and learn from it; sometimes you gotta do a little bit aggressive to make sure you're heard. But again, do it very carefully and strategically and make sure you at least TRIED to communicate with the person you're about call out publicly.

[demonicintegrity]

Watching from the sidelines as photomatt makes a fool of himself. and I'm just tired.

Listen im not gonna say "i hope someone dies in a car explosion full of hammers" has like, the strongest high ground standing. I'm above that. So may you. But I am gonna say it highlights the double standards pretty well. Are we gonna pretend like half the site wasn't openly wishing for Trump or any sort of alt-right politician to die? Not even like in a cartoony way? Just straight up memes about preparing the crave rave if anyone went? Which was a lot more passionate and strongly motivated than this? I watch so many people get straight up nazis in their askbox. I see so many bigots remake blogs without a sweat if they're even deleted in the first place. Misinformation and racist memes abound. But this small thing gets someone and all their blogs nuked off the website? Okay. Sure. Yeah. That tracks.

Hell, the fact no one can even tag him now shows a special standard. Wdym none of us can blocked being mentioned by others but the specialist ceo can because he's getting flamed for his own double standards? We can actually, its just buried in my settings I didn't know was possible until writing this and double checking. LMK if yall knew that was an option cuz I sure as hell didn't. @staff can still be mentioned and replied to on some of their posts, I'm sure some genuis is gonna have the bright idea to bother them even though they have no control over him. Hell, I've seen them being tagged in posts about policies and drama and all that! The ability to bother the working folks is never taken away but the ceo is above that.

(and no, it's not comparable to a kys joke, which I have never and will not ever condone. That's a fucking crime and terrible.)

(And if the average person can't get the police to do anything about the weirdos in their dm's, if celebrities couldn't get the police to help by being stalked by paparazzi, I doubt they're gonna take "someone on the internet I don't know wished I would be dead by a silly way" seriously. They wouldn't even take my roommates bike being stolen on camera seriously. That was a bluff out of his ass and we know it. He just wants to throw around power he doesn't/shouldn't have.)

("I hope X person dies" is harassment at best but not a credible death threat. It's hard to prove any sort of legitimate attempt behind the words. I would know, queer people get told they should be dead all the time and there's nothing that can be done because it's not a threat. I don't even think it was mentioned at him or anything like that, so it wasn't even intended to be seen by him. So yeah.)

And that's what all the outrage is about. It's the double standards. It's about how all these legitimately awful people still stick around because its not hard, but some random queer or otherwise marginalized person will get scrubbed off the face of the Earth because they were a little rude once. Or because they've done nothing at all. Remember when normal-horoscopes' blog got nuked for no fucking reason at all? Have no idea if that blog was ever restored. But man, all those posts unable to be searched for again.

And to be clear, I'm not surprised by this. In the slightest. When have ceo's ever reacted will to the people using their product not giving a shit about them? I may not know the entire story of who this trans women is and her history but like. But this part doesn't shock me. It sucks but its not surprising when Whatever Rich Ceo picks an enemy out of thin air and tries to drag them around as an example. It's happen so many times. I'm not shocked.

Nor does seeing the transphobia spike AGAIN because of it.

It's just exhausted that I set up myself here all comfy and everyone I follow is considering jumping ship again. I doubt I'll ever use any of the tumblr copycats. I got rid of my twitter. I've been putting off making an instagram for forever. If this goes assume your best chance is finding me on discord or by carrier pigeon. And ill be upset as hell because I love tumblr, it's my homebase, and I just set up my art blog here.

Yeah. So none of this is surprising. Disappointing, but not a surprise. You mean the website that regularly thinks any depiction of a queer person deserves a mature label with no ability to really appeal and fight against that, is being mean to a trans person?? Is the sky being blue also shocking??

Yeah whatever. This isn't changing or personally affecting me in any way but like. Man. Sure. Okay. Might as well be an issue on top of the others on this god forsaken webbed cite.

[hungerpunch]

scraping brain out

sometimes i get frustrated or genuinely confused about why i still struggle with my relationship to my body so much when i'm like.. mostly fine with it these days. why do i still pick my face until it's bloody everywhere when i'm stressed. why do i pull the skin off my lips until they're bleeding and swollen. why am i so, so afraid of being looked at, why does attention make my skin crawl, why do i cringe when people talk about me even if it's positive?

it's like my brain routinely suppresses the reasons and then i remember. oh yeah. i was violently bullied from the ages of 8-18. i was physically attacked by kids of all genders. i was stalked. i was hurt. i was humiliated at every opportunity. verbally degraded at every opportunity. oh yeah, in seventh grade i came to school and someone had tacked up a list of ugliest kids in the grade and i was number three. oh yeah, a girl stole my journal out of my backpack and read pages aloud in the cafeteria to a rapt and mocking audience. everything about me was an easy target. i was super short. i had a flat chest. then i got glasses. then i got acne. then i got braces. my hair was always frizzy and could not be tamed. i was queer and they knew it before i did. they smelled my fear. they were amused by my anger when i tried to fight back. it wasn't even just in school. they appeared at my softball games. they followed me home. i was dragged through a creek, crying and full of thorns from bushes. i was pushed down into a ravine and when i climbed back up they pushed me back down, again and again until it got dark and they had to go home. i was chased and pinned and pinched and spat on and sat on and laughed at and laughed at and laughed at. i had my phone number printed on hundreds of pieces of paper and scattered all over the high school, all over the parking lot, with salacious rumors attached. i had to change my number. people asked me on dates as a joke. people asked me to dances then stood me up, collecting bets from their friends. they drove their cars along the sidewalk and screamed slurs at me. during class they blew spitballs into my hair and my face. they called me dirty because of my acne even though i was sitting in monthly dermatologist appointments, trying new things, obsessively cleaning myself.

adults saw and did nothing. in fact when my attempts to defend myself occasionally drew blood from my abusers, i was the one reprimanded. i couldn't bring myself to tell my parents the extent of it because they thought i was tough and i wanted to be tough. i didn't want to be soft. i didn't want to need help. i didn't want to change schools and leave my handful of friends.

and this is just school kids. i can't even get into family.

i have had profound healing via therapy, about reuniting with my younger self and loving them unconditionally. i know i protected me because nobody else did. i get confused about the way my adult self moves and reacts because my brain keeps this all under a lid, so i can function. then i remember. i get frustrated because i think, shouldn't i be healed by now. shouldn't i be past this. shouldn't i be better adjusted. but the truth is, no. i still haven't let this poison from my blood enough. i think it's important to understanding me as a person. i think it's important to understanding my perspective. i think it's important to understanding i didn't have anything remotely close to a normal childhood. i think it's okay that it still plagues me. i think it's okay.

[greyjjoys]

jcink rper here - i read your callout. it paints you in a bad light, honestly, the whole thing comes off as friends having a falling out and you airing dms that should have stayed private. towards the end it was clear you were writing your messages for the benefit of an audience, because you knew you were going to screenshot that convo to hell and back. so you ran this person out of your community, fine. can't you give a person room to grow and change? if you don't like or trust them, just block them and move on.

this ask is in reference to this post

meant to answer this sooner but i went to bed and then i was out all day. if this was a falling out ONLY there would not be at least 20 people she has affected. when i wrote that doc i was really pissed off and petty, as a lot of us were but i had many people come to me with similar experiences which i think is telling. they can come forward and share theirs in their own posts or the replies on this one but i also respect if they don't want to out themselves to possibly be harassed or to have to rehash their traumas. this is my experience and i'm not going to share others without permission. if i sounded like a whiney little bitch in my doc or my screenshots then whatever. i was valid in my feelings. i'm always here to give a person room to grow and change but how can you grow and change from something you won't acknowledge ?? growing and changing would mean apologizing and acknowledging your wrongs because that shows evolution of character. i never asked for castor to get death threats, i never wished ill upon her but running away instead of owning up to the bad shit you did is not showing any type of character development. we are all in this community to literally write characters and it seems like most of us can understand that in that context but not in the context of us interacting with each other out of character. as for me wanting an audience, i don't know where you got that from. when i approached castor initially about how she was acting i had already spoken to several people who felt the same. that she inserting herself where she didn't belong and being very hyper-focused on only things that would benefit her or give her attention on top of the insurmountable attention she already got from her followers, members of her servers and the people who paid to access her content. i have like 40 followers on this blog because it's a newer one. anyone that knows me knows i usually make a whole new blog every 1-2 years because it inevitably gets cluttered. i couldn't give less of a damn about followers or any type of audience. i reblog musings and character shit here, thats pretty much it. as for me taking a shitload of screenshots ?? absolutely i do. i've been in this community for 10+ years. i need to be able to back myself up and compile evidence if needed. that's not a crime. i've ran rps, i've adminned, i've modded, i've had people stalk me, share my personal information and turn people on me for no reason other than me cutting them for my own mental health and wellbeing. i've never wished them ill, i've usually left the door open for apologies or for genuine asks for help. i was friends with castor for like two years and we talked every day, she wasn't like this when i met her but that's how it always is when you meet people. they usually seem fine but when you get to know them and they start to get comfortable around you they start to show their true colors. vetting everyone you meet shouldn't have to be a trait that's ingrained into you and it wasn't so thats why i didn't vet her when i met her. again, i shouldn't have to. we should believe we can give people the benefit of the doubt to not be horrible but clearly we cannot.

this was longer than i meant for it to be but i could just block her and move on but i feel like if i can try to shield people in any way from her behavior, then, i should. so again, this is simply a warning. everyone can do whatever they want, i'm not telling anyone what to do. it's only advice.

this ask and one more will be all i'll be posting in the tags regarding this because i won't want to clutter the tags with it.