#leave me alone stop cyberbullying me

[flame-resistant]

He felt sick. Why did you look at him like that? Why were you being so nice? Why weren't you scared of him like everyone else? It made his skin itch just enough; he needed it to stop.

Content: stalking, death threats, yandere

He remembered you well, the look you gave when you offered him the soda. How you said it was an extra by mistake, a kind gesture that just didn’t sit well with him. What was your game? Didn’t know who he was? Even if you didn’t, how could you not see he was bad news, how disgusting he looked. A bitter feeling entered his chest as Shigaraki watched you leave, off to do God knows what, just a stupid little civilian who didn’t know any better. You made him sick.

It didn’t take him long to find your social media, only a few days of trying to fish for information. The area the two of you met in was near a university, you looked about his age, so a student fit and damn was he correct. Even there you presented as this kind individual who could do no wrong. Helping with the needy and deprived like some saint, an obsessive thought edging its way into his mind. What would happen if someone made you snap? A grin crossed his dry lips as the bright screen created a halo around his thin figure, but he was far from angelic, and he was damned to prove you weren’t as well.

“Hey who is this loser posting hate comments in your posts?” A friend had asked after you received a few hate comments, while cyberbullying and trolling wasn’t a new topic, it was odd that your small blog would be hit. Shrugging your shoulders, eyes skimmed the words from the anonymous user: “fraud”, “die in a hole”, “you think this makes you good?”; it almost seemed this user was taking everything personal. Though you couldn’t figure out just what you did to them specifically. 

“It’s probably just someone mad and taking it out on random blogs, no? We never interacted before so we can’t possibly know each other. Look, we don't even follow the same accounts.” That was a good point, your friend mumbled in agreement. Perhaps it really just was some spam account, they only told you to be careful in case it got more extreme.

“Just be sure to take screenshots if they threaten you.”

And you did, the comments not stopping only growing by the hour. It got to the point you had to block the account, something you usually didn’t do but felt pressured due to the volume of spam comments and your friend saying they deserved it. A part of you was tempted to just reach out and ask what their problem was, an idea that was dropped when mentioned in your social group. Brows furrowed as the others called you too nice, that people don’t think like you, that some are just fucked up.

It seemed to be going well, after the block the hate comments stopped, and things started to go back into the boring norm of college classes and hanging out in your free time. A notification on your phone distracted you from the recent discussion with your study group. Blood leaving your being as you read the message sent to you, a new account, but the same words.

“Did you really think blocking me would help? I knew it, you’re just like the rest of the trash in this world. One day you’re going to wake up and everything around you is going to be dead, that goody-two-shoes attitude won’t be able to help you either. You’re all going to die and I’m going to do it.”

All attention was back on you when your phone dropped to the floor, your face pale from the feeling of anxiety growing inside you. Saying a quick “excuse me”, they watched you leave to the bathroom in a fit of paranoia. The mirror staring back at you showed a reflection that was never crossed before; widened eyes and mouth agape as you caught your breath. Mind raced with thoughts as you moved to check the stalls behind you, a breath of relief seeing that you were alone.

After the lovely encounter with your new pen pal, your friends convinced you to go to the police in hopes of finding the creep. Though it was shown they couldn’t pinpoint a good enough address, something about a VPN, your mind distracted by other things than computer tech. Looking out the window, every person became a possible threat. Was it the guy in the hoodie getting into a cab? Maybe the woman who was screaming at her phone while ordering a coffee. Your trust in humanity slowly dwindles, a hand on your shoulder breaking those negative thoughts as your friends give a few reassuring smiles. You weren’t fighting this by yourself, you had support.

Taking the police’s advice on blocking the account and switching your social to private, you had a bit more hope that maybe this would end. The small group headed back to your apartment as your friends discussed how crazy the person was. Your mind once more lost in thought on trying to figure out just what you did. The person said you were a goody-two-shoes, maybe they just meant your social media likes and posts, though something in your gut said it was more than just that. It was like they took your existence personally, as if you had truly offended them. A part of you wanted to at least try and apologize for whatever the fuck you did, but the other part knew it would anger the anon more. For now, you decided to push it aside, you did what you could.

Again, things seemed to be calming down, while it was frustrating to be on private, you knew you had to wait it out until things died down. A few weeks, maybe a month or two? God, you just wanted this to be over with, surely the person must have moved on by now, right? Someone couldn’t be that obsessed with freaking you out. So, after a month and a half you opened up your social to the public again. A few happy comments from some mutuals on seeing you back, glad to hear you were doing well. It felt good, almost therapeutic to have that control back. 

Another week and still no hate comments from random accounts, maybe they really did give up? You could be so hopeful. Checking your phone for a notification at the store entrance, you moved to place it back in your pocket before being hit by an oncoming person’s shoulder. A quick apology was sent their way as you fumbled with your phone from almost dropping it. Not receiving a reply, you figured the person was just in a rush. The dark hoodie blending in with a crowd of bystanders. Hearing your phone beep caused your eyes to leave the crowd and until the new notification. A simple sentence message from a new account: watch it.

“So, the creep really does know you? We need to go back to the police!” After the encounter, you booked it to your friend’s place, not feeling safe going shopping alone. Shaking your head, you knew it would be pointless. You didn’t get a good look at the person; from what you could see they looked male but that was just a hunch. The police would just shrug it off like they did before, not enough evidence did nothing to help them possibly hunt down a culprit. 

“They’ll just blow it off again, tell me to put my blog on private again. It was torture not getting to talk to my friends outside of our group, I don’t want to do it again.” 

“Yeah, but this creep saw you! They literally shoulder bumped you!

“But I didn’t see them.”

The two of you fell quiet, a huff from them knowing you were right despite how annoying and stressful the situation was. “So, the guy can just keep stalking you and the police won’t do shit, ridiculous.” 

It was, but it was also legal. An agreement came after this that you wouldn’t be left alone if it could be worked out. More eyes meant more chances of seeing who the guy was, which made sense. Part of you felt bad that your friends made sure to be around before and after your classes and even walking you home. They would reassure you it was fine, that they rather do this than hang up missing posters.

Every now and then a new message would surface from a new account, statements about what you were wearing, even pictures taken of yourself and your friends. Screenshots saved before blocking the next account. It was almost starting to feel normal, as if on cue you knew he would send you a new notification on the dot. And one of those days you finally felt bold, what could he do anyway, you weren’t alone so he couldn’t exactly hurt you, besides you almost wanted him to do something in public to put an end to this and call the police.

moth.eater sent: You should try the mountain dew, maybe it would give some spice to your lame life. netizen.55 sent: Why are you doing this? What did I even do to you? moth.eater sent: I just want to see you tick.

That was it, all he wanted was to piss you off? He was doing a shitty job at that, if anything he was just scaring you into a corner. A phrase you remembered from your psych class came back to your mind, anger was a secondary emotion usually from rejection or fear. This guy was trying to scare you to the point of anger, the thought alone didn’t settle well with you. That rush of adrenaline hitting you once more before you could rationalize your response.

netizen.55 sent: I’m not scared of you.

That seemed to do it, it was the first time he blocked you. A feeling of pride filled your lungs, it’s been a while since you felt this satisfied. You won this weird argument; the block proved it enough. He should leave you alone now. 

It itched; his skin never stopped burning despite how much he scratched. Red eyes stared through the screen; past the words you so bluntly wrote. You weren’t scared of him? Maybe not right now, but you would be. Every single person in this stupid world would be, sensei said so after all. The chair rolled back behind Shigaraki as he grabbed his old hoodie.

Final exams were nearing, but now that your number one hater had been leaving you alone it seemed less daunting. Your friends were even able to do their own things again which helped the guilt die down, no more being some protected being. Picking up the last textbook from the library, it was a straight direction back to your apartment. The time showed just past 7:15pm meaning a few hours of studying before crashing. Sounded like a good Thursday to you, especially with no notifications! A need to skip home almost overcame you, though the look of bystanders kept you in check.

With the apartment door shut and books tossed on the desk, it was time to get to work. Cracking your balcony door just a bit to let a breeze in, your eyes moved to observe the text. It was a relatively quiet night, not yet the weekend in which other college students would be howling below after a few drinks. Sometimes a police siren would go by, nothing too dangerous from the sounds of it, besides a few heroes were patrolling the area. Getting up to take a break, the clock now showing 8:43pm, it didn’t hit you how long you had been reading for. A hand moving to massage your face and wake up. One more hour you told yourself as you walked towards the kitchen for a drink.

Weird, did you leave the kitchen sink on? Brows furrowed as you tried to remember each step you made when you got home but couldn’t really focus due to being in a slight daze. Maybe you washed a dish and forgot to turn the faucet off. Shrugging it off, you turned the handle and moved to the fridge. Cold pizza and a few beers stared back at you, a mental note to get more groceries this weekend was made as you went back to the sink. Maybe past you knew what they were on about with the sink being on.

Cup in your hand, you stopped dead in your tracks, eyes widening from what was staring back at you. The hallway that faced the sink was empty, a window at the very back that usually helped you see what was going on in the dark apartment was now blocked by the figure. Red eyes stared back at your own, each step you took to move back was followed by another from the person.

“You said you weren’t scared of me; you look like everyone else who sees me.” The voice sounded scratched, like he hadn’t drunk anything in years, as if he was the embodiment of a desert. If it didn’t hit before, it hit now on who it was. Quick to run to the bathroom door, the closest one that would get you away from the stalker, you let out a strangled grunt when you were shoved against it instead. Face now pressed into the wood as the palm of his hand kept you in place. “I knew it, once that little facade breaks, you’re just as shitty as everyone else.”

“Let go!”

Not caring about the panic in your voice, you tried to turn around or at least get him to move, a “tsk” was heard as the hooded man showed you the cup you were once holding. Confusion turned into fear as the cup began to turn into dust just by his touch alone, a silent warning that you would be next if you kept it up. Still processing everything that was going on, the only question that could come to mind was asked, your nervous system in full overdrive with logic out the window. “Why?”

“I told you; I just want to see what’s under that mask. You should really think twice on who you offer free drinks to.” 

Darkness was the final reply you got, the world shutting down around you. If you survived this, you would keep the extra soda for yourself.

[hiemaldesirae]

Swap AU:

Vox's Goetia (we need a name for him...umm because he's where Vox gets the extras for the fight against Heaven; got any ideas?) looks like a Griffin. He's got a Lion lower half and eagle upper half but his colors are shades of blue. (You see why Vox proposed that deal.)

The crew work on defense for days. Vox goes to Lucifer to ask about Angel weaknesses and informs him about Adam's threats against Charlie and the Hotel, and that's how the hotel crew gets informed of angel weaknesses. Lucifer tells, after all why should he keep Heaven's weakness a secret when they're coming for his daughter?

Vox then puts a big order of Angelic steel in for Carmine, paying extra to have it arrive early, which it does so he and Pentious can build turrets and drones to shoot down the exterminators. They have a blast.

Also: fun facts:

Vox's sensors and subconscious relax and recognize Alastor's scent as safe, even though Vox himself cannot smell anything. The sensor's database has recognized certain scents as family (Husk's, Vel's, Val's) lover's/husband's (Alastor's) little sister (Charlie's) my duck loving liege lord who might be my friend too? (Lucifer) the crazy exorcist chick whose now treating me with kid gloves--IT WAS ONE PANIC ATTACK! (Vaggie) Val's weird Spider who keeps taking photos and I know is stealing my shit (Angel Dust) The Best Little Engineer That Could (Sir Pentious) The Engineer's less then steller sidekicks 1-8 (Eggbois) the chick that keeps blowing up the wall (Cherri Bomb)

Angel Dust does do more then steal. He brings in Alastor's cooking to the Hotel, and Vox who does miss homemade jambalaya jumps at the chance to eat it. Vox just devours it. (Of course Angel lied and told him it was set aside for Niffty and Velvette for working so hard. He wasn't going to tell him Alastor had been waiting at the door of V-tower with the large Tupperware bowl with strict instructions that only Vox got what was inside.)

Vox actually turns in early--he'd been stressing out with Adam's threat laying over him and the thought of a true death coming for him hasn't sat well, but the warmth of good food made him sleepy and he goes to bed. He's barely asleep when Alastor joins him, gently petting his rabbit ears and murmuring his undying devotion to sleeping Vox's ears.

uhhh. drawing from the demons of the ars goetia grimoire, seir could work as a name? according to his description, seir can go to any place on earth in a matter of seconds to accomplish the will of the conjurer (possibly explaining how vox can use him for errands and such), and hes not a particularly evil demon. he's also a prince of hell, so that makes his and stolas' relation even closer since there seems to be only 7 of them in the ars goetia grimore

HAHAHA awww bonding time with pentious and vox!!! i still stand by the fact that i think vox should get to say kys to at least ONE other person in the swap au. i simply believe my wife should be allowed to cyberbully whoever he wants <3 also i imagine lucifer would show up to help with fortifications too, no? i just cant see him leaving his daughter and friend alone to deal with the fallout while not leaving the palace... though admittedly, i am a bit biased from what electric mentioned.

me after i die. HE STILL RECOGNIZES AL AS HIS LOVER...... auwgudawgh...... imgonna be SICK. what the HELL did they even fight about because clearly it wasnt enough to keep both of them from pining for each other... AUAUWGAHAH every time you come in my inbox its like another plane (angst( striking the twin towers (my heart)

and i am SUCH a fucking sucker for radiostatics love language being food. the idea that al nabs / has angel nab voxs stuff so that he can stake his claim but he also makes him food.... just stop being cryptic and TELL HIM YOUR SHIT !!! god i hate them. dysfunctional ass toxic couple theyre the WORST. and al. please for the love of god just be a Normal Person and STOP BREAKING INTO VOXS BED AT NIGHt ?!!?!?? just one normal thing from you. god damn its like if he doesnt act like a freak he loses 20 years off his lifespan or something

[solomonssock]

You Will Go Nowhere Else

I never planned for this to be so long, but I love Asmodeus sm...expect nothing less from me.

Pairing: gn!reader x Asmodeus; Leviathan makes an active appearance, but isn't the focus of this fic (romantic feelings are heavily implied, but a relationship has not been established...yet)

TW: Cyberbullying, Slutshaming, Cursing, Alcohol use (Asmodeus is an emotional drinker), Suggestive (Its Asmodeus), unspecific yet hinted spoiler for those who haven’t reached level 20, Asmodeus (and all demons) can be possessive, and I’m trying to figure out demon mannerisms I’d like to establish so bear with me on this awkward journey

Word Count: ~4,700

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So-called "weak" human subduing the Devildom's demon lords? It's more likely thank you think! WATCH OUT... YOU COULD BE NEXT!

Scoffing to yourself, you click off the Dreaddit thread to scroll through whatever else you could find under the "d/human" tag. You expected to make up some of the content, given that you and Solomon were quite literally the only two human exchange students in all nine circles. Yet, it wasn't any less unnerving that most of the top posts seemed to circulate around your "mysterious relationship" with the brothers.

At some level, you understood their fascination and hesitation with you. Your lone quest to free Belphegor during your first year was essentially the equivalent of what would happen if a lone demon managed to ensnare some of the Earth's top leaders under their command. You just wished they didn't have to be so mean about it.

This budding Dreaddit addiction of yours had started the evening prior, courtesy of Leviathan.

"ROFL, what an idiot!"

You two spent a good chunk of the night lounging on his extra-large beanbag chair, surfing Dreaddit posts under "d/R.A.D. memes" on his premium account. Leviathan had excitedly showed you his avatar's exclusive Ruri-chan t-shirt, emphasizing that 9.99 grimm a month was a necessary sacrifice for otakus everywhere, or at least those truly passionate about their fandoms. As his loyal Henry, you'd been privy to sensitive information regarding his identity as both creator and moderator of both the "d/TSLMerch" and "d/RuriChanUpd8s" forums.

"Levi," you chastise, “leave Mammon alone. This is already embarrassing enough."

A user by the name xXLuciferz_LegionzXx had uploaded footage of the second eldest being chased through the school halls by Cerberus.

"I-it's his own fault!" Levi defended. "He shouldn't have tried running off with the Council's debit card."

And try he did.

You watched as the video replayed from the beginning. The shaky scene followed Mammon as he rounded the corner in front of Potions Lab 3 with Cerberus hot on his tail. Looking backwards as he sprinted through the crowd of students, he failed to notice Lucifer already blocking the doors at end of the hall.

You cringed as the familiar "MAAAAAMOOONN" blew through the speakers.

Realizing his fuck up, Mammon skidded to a near-stop to pivot into the hall just before Lucifer. But it was too late. Cerberus, determined to catch the focus of his master's ire, latched onto his pantleg, and quickly pulled him back.

Except, only Mammon's pants went with him.

The video ended with the poor demon being pantsed as Lucifer menacingly appeared before the videographer.

After viewing it for the fifth time, you made a silent promise to treat Mammon to some lunch and TLC time this upcoming weekend.

"Levi. Please?" You sighed and pouted your lip a bit for good measure.

"F-fine, if it's that important to you." Flustered, he clicked off the video and flagged it for inappropriate content before he selected the home page.

"Thank you," you leaned your head on his shoulder, "I appreciate it."

A small squeak left Leviathan as he ducked his head further into his hoodie and kept scrolling.

"Oh? Levi, what's that one say?"

On the screen was a picture of you and Satan sitting together in the library. The time stamp confirmed it must have been taken this past Tuesday when Satan helped you review basic Enochian phrases. He'd recommended taking the language for your free elective this semester and offered to serve as your tutor.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at the post's heading.

"...who do they think they are?" You murmured. "What do they mean by that?"

You hadn't gotten any further as Leviathan quickly shut his laptop.

"Hey, I forgot I bought a new co-op farming-dungeon crawler game I thought you would like. Let's check it out!"

Without warning, he had popped up from the beanbag and headed straight towards his console to set up the controllers.

You gasp sharply as you finally reach the exact post Leviathan had hidden from you last night. Visibly uncomfortable with discussing how you ended up on the top page of Dreaddit, you didn't push him for more details. His diversion occupied you for some time as you kicked slime monster ass and planted dewdrop berries, but the curiosity lingered in the back of your mind throughout the school day.

After dinner and watching an episode of "One Day I Woke Up Reborn as An Oven: One Piping Hot Pie of Existentialism Coming Up!" with Leviathan, you'd returned to your room and set up a basic Dreaddit account. He wasn't kidding, the ads were no joke. Every two to three posts you clicked on led to an ad-break or brand deal, sometimes featuring even Asmodeus or Mammon as a model.

"Ok yea, maybe I'll look into getting premium."

You chuckle to yourself as an ad for DevilGlam Lip Balm in the shade RedRose pops up for the third time and wonder if Asmodeus got to take samples home from the shoot. Because if so-

"I'm definitely gonna ask to borrow it." It was pretty cute.

Exiting out of the ad, you save the picture of you and Satan. Despite the fact that it definitely wasn't meant to be seen by you, the intimacy layered within the shot warmed your heart. Focused on the heading, you had missed the adoring smile curled on his lips as you fumbled through past and present conjugation.

However, you don't miss that this was posted under the "d/Sa10Stans" tag. A peek at the authors username, SatansS0ulmate, is warning enough that you are entering dangerous territory. But the temptation is too great.

You scroll through the comments.

HellsKitchenette: There the human goes again, running through the boys each week like a common whore. I've caught them just begging for attention, it’s pathetic.

RADRum: UGH, I have them in seductive speechcraft, and they're just so annoying!! If you can manage a pact with nearly all of the fucking student council, you can figure classwork out for yourself, slut.

You click on the thread you see forming with over 300 replies and at least 150 upvotes.

DearDeerLights: Wait, what do you mean nearly all the student council?!?!?!

HellsKitchenette: Oh, you poor thing. You didn't know? They've managed to trap our boys, all seven of them.

GroundGossamberry: ACK! You guys scared me, I thought they had gotten to Barbatos or something! But seriously, how pathetic can they be... like having to be coddled in public? Not me, I'd rather drop dead &lt;3

Solomonssock: I see I'm outnumbered, but isn't this a good thing? The whole point of the program is that the human is supposed to study with us. And the lords are their host-family. I don't see anyone in the comments giving Solomon such harsh treatment.

RADRum: At least Solomon carries his weight around. Like come on, after a fucking year of being here if you can't go out by yourself then don't come out at all is all I'm saying.

GroundGossamberry: Yeah...I wouldn't fuck with Solomon; I've seen him in potions. He's brewing liquid death.

HellsKitchenette: Solomon's strength and wit makes him increasingly more bearable, and I admit, dashing. This one...well, there's simply nothing special about them. Anyone who witnessed Lord Leviathan's TSL Quiz last year can attest to the fact that they were all coerced into these contracts. Honestly, the human should be ashamed.

You stop there, your throat constricting in response to your rising panic.

"...oh fuck." Hearing the wobble in your own voice, you swallow thickly and sit up from your bed. Exiting out of Dreaddit, you hurriedly delete the app and set your DDD face down on your bed, tripping over your fallen sheets as you scurry out of your room. You need water, or anything really, to stop you before you start spiraling.

You make the short trip to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass with shaky hands.

It doesn't take a genius to infer that you wouldn't be the most popular person in all the Devildom, but the pure vitriol of the subdreaddit had been a higher dose than you anticipated. Truthfully, the focus on you was the least of your worries.

You shotgun the glass, the cool liquid gliding down your throat and easing the tension that had started to build.

You admit you and the brothers still hadn't fully sorted through the emotional muck that releasing Belphegor had unleashed. You felt assured that your pact with Lucifer was mutual, but Leviathan, Mammon, and the others took precedence in your mind. Did they really feel that way?

Trapped?

The pit in your stomach, persistent and pernicious, prevents you from returning to your room to wallow in your worries. Instead, you pass through the now empty dining hall and open the door to the music room.

The grandiosity of the room isn't lost on you. The gold detailing, polished to perfection, reflects your shaken image. You take up so little of the room, and yet you are suffocated by it.

Shuffling over to the piano, you drag your hands softly over the keys, each muffled note bouncing around the room in short bursts. For a minute or two, you loom over the instrument, dragging out each note, trying to sort a melody from the emotional medley consuming you.

For the outcomes that had transpired the year prior, you were certain you had no regrets. The hatchets had long been buried - at least that's what you led yourself to believe, wrapped up in the arms, and roped into the plans, of your lords once more. The sacrifices and secrets of the past were all to mend a family in danger of falling apart. And yet...

You crash your fist onto the keys, rolling your knuckles into a harsh trill.

The nagging guilt you had thought to have laid to rest creeps up again, coiling tightly around your heart. Its weight drags you forward until your forehead presses against the dark wood. It cools your skin, flushed from the few tears you'd allowed to fall.

You had been reckless. Dived into matters that long existed before you ever did, took the mantle of master of the seven lords, and yes, deceived them to do so. The many times they have attempted to wrong you in the past is not lost on you. But, in the end they are demons, and you are no devil.

You strain to lift your head from the wood and turn to face the mirror beside you. You scoff at your own pitiful appearance. Surely, Dreaddit would have a field day if they could pick you apart now, crying over the grief of your own guilt. Without your lords, you know, you are weak. What good is unbridled power without belief in oneself? You stand proud in a world you were not born to wander because of their faith in you, your dear seven pillars. The thought that you have wronged them wounds you deeply. If they ever came to ha-

Abruptly, you slap your cheeks against your cheeks and stand up from the piano bench. It would be unfair, in the face of your regrets to be so bold as to assume their feelings. Regardless of the past, they have taken you in with open arms, adopting you as part of their family. You are here now, with room and board because of their desire for your return and continued stay.

After a deep breath, you pad over to the large windows stretched across the back of the room. You take in the foliage that surrounds the manor, and chuckle to yourself when your gaze happens upon Cerberus taking Belphegor for a walk. You are so happy, that he is here and whole, that their family is here and whole. You are so happy, yet feel so terribly guilty that you sob deeply into your hands.

You startle as the door to the music room is thrust open.

"Darling, are you in h-", Asmodeus stands in the doorway. Even with his hair in slight disarray, he is gorgeous. The panic in his voice, in his eyes, tapers off as he takes you in. In its stead, bleeds in worry.

"Oh, dear." Softly, he shuts the door behind himself.

Desperately, you wipe at your eyes. It's no use, the puffiness and ragged breath would quickly reveal your miserable state to any being. But you try, and try, and try.

He emerges before you, but still, you hide your face in your hands. Asmodeus's own hands reach for your arms first, but only his fingertips graze you as they test how you respond to his touch. You freeze, but don't step back. The thought of rejecting his touch, even when you feel so unworthy, is agonizing.

"I had wondered where you'd wandered off to." His hands move downward, fingers coming to dance across the expanse of your waist.

Knowing you cannot hide forever; you sniffle and rub at your eyes one last time. You're not ready to meet his eyes, so you don't. You occupy yourself with his hair, hands coming up to push back the soft strands that had fallen out of their usual place. You two stand like that for a moment: the moon casting an ethereal glow on his champagne hair as your fingers coil into its thickness to ground yourself.

The moment cannot last forever.

Fingertips press against your jaw, gently guiding you to face him. You want to run and hide, not bare to him this weakness. Not in the music room, and especially not on a Friday night. Or was it Saturday morning by now? You haven't a clue how much time has passed. Yet, you stay, drowning in pools of light orange that plead for your attention.

"I called, several times might I add, but you didn't answer!" With the dramatic flourish you've come to adore, he sighs and blows away the fringe that has fallen into his face from your ministrations. You try to bow your head, avoid his disappointed gaze, but he holds you firmly in place. His face inches closer, you two nose to nose as he whispers against your lips, "I was soooo worried."

The faint whiff of demonus on his breath lets you know Asmodeus had gone drinking after dinner tonight.

"I went to your room as soon as I got home, but you weren't there." You reach up and press your hand against the one he leaves curled around your jaw.

"Mo," Your heart clenches as tears begin prickling at his eyes. An uneasy and desperate expression you haven't seen since that time overcomes him.

"You left your door open", his cheek presses into your other palm as it moves to cup his cheek, "your sheets were on the floor and your DDD was just there on the bed. Levi said he hadn't seen you since after dinner-" His own sniffle interrupts him, and although you feel you haven't the right, you unfurl his hand from your jaw to press a grinning kiss into his palm.

Your Asmodeus, such an emotional drunk.

"I'm ok."  you whisper against his skin. The pout he forms cues you in on the fact that he heavily doubts that statement. His free hand trails up from your waist to trace the tear stains covering your cheeks. You can feel yourself tremble and will yourself to remain strong for the both of you right now.

You are not the only one laid bare tonight.

"Please, don't leave us,” his head lolls forward to rest on your shoulder with ease. You sigh, threading your fingers through his hair in soothing motions.

"MC," he whines into the junction of your neck and shoulder, "I can't lose you again."

"Mo," you gather him into your arms as much as you can, hushing him tenderly as another whine escapes him, "Asmodeus, I'm here."

His arms wrap tight around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he mumbles, "MC, promise...no. Pinky promise me you won't go! That you'll stay here forever with me." He rocks against you, swaying you both side-to-side.

Forever?

"A-are you sure-," he attempts to pull back from you, a noise of protest escaping him at your lack of immediate reassurance, but he quiets as your hold on him tightens, "are you really sure that's fine? Could you bear me forever, despite everything?"

You realize as his hands smooth themselves up and down your sides, that you were already shaking.

You know these worries have no place here. This should be a conversation when emotion has not fully overcome the both of you. But nothing is perfect, and nothing is planned when it comes to him or any of his brothers.

 "...bear you? You think you're a burden upon me?" Asmodeus's wounded tone affects you more than you care to admit. It strips you of the willpower to stop him as he pulls back from you a second time.

You try to stutter out a response, but you can't deny it. Asmodeus cocks a hip, expecting a response, but you look away from him. How selfish you are, you think, to have once again made the matter about you. That train of thought doesn't last for long, however. You quickly whip your head back up to face him as an unmistakable oppressive force creeps over the music room and caresses your spine. All at once, discord strikes as random notes are ripped from each instrument. 

"Sweetheart~" 

Asmodeus is smiling, but dread washes over you as his glamour begins to shimmer and shift.

"Come on, don't ignore me! Who put such a silly thought in your pretty little head?"

His true form pulsates beneath, ready to burst in response to his building annoyance. Glimpses of his wings, wound tight as they flicker back and forth reveals his worry. This display isn't to intimidate you and now would be a good time to say something to appease the demon. But it's embarrassing to admit to the fifth born that complete and utter strangers, demons whose opinions shouldn't matter when you have his attention, have turned your thoughts to the worst.

"Hmm, should I go have a chat with Levi?"

"N-no! It has nothing to do with him."

"No?" Asmodeus's form seems to settle as you finally respond. Only brief flickers occur as he moves past you, sitting on one of the chairs placed in front of the window.

"Then, why is my precious little human in tears?" 

You take in a deep breath. He will not let this go, and you are too tired to form a believable excuse.

"I'm just overthinking, Mo. Really, I'm going to be ok."

"Ah," Asmodeus's eyes crinkle softly as he catches the weakness in your statement, "but you aren't ok now." He motions for you to join him on his lap, but instead you take the seat beside him, leaving the table as a barrier between you two.

He hums to himself, and before you can register it, he sits himself on your lap and threads his fingers through your hair. Replicating, you realize after a long stretch of silence, the pattern you had used on him just minutes before.

"Don't hide your lovely face from me," he whispers against your ear, fingers curling around your jaw again, encouraging you to face him. When your eyes meet, his soften.

"What is it?"

"I.." You begin, but he stops you, clicking his tongue as your gaze starts to trail away from him.

"Mm-mm," when your eyes are firmly focused on him and him alone, he lets out a light purr that rumbles against your shoulder, "there we go, eyes on me."

"Mo, are you really ok with things as they are?"

"Well," he grins at you, shimmying in your lap, "this view is fine for now. But later I'd rather admire you from my bed."

You scoff at his attempt to lighten the mood when he knows you are being serious, but feel your cheeks flush, nonetheless.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean, darling?" You gulp as his pupils begin to constrict into sharp slits.

"You aren't implying that I'm unsatisfied with you or our current standing, right?" To any untrained ear, his playful lilt suggests a question. However, Asmodeus's tightening grip on you solidifies it as an accusation.

"No, no," he lets out a sickeningly sweet coo, "certainly you understand that your place is beside, over, or under me."

As you sit stunned by the possessiveness that floods his tone, he presses a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"And you will go nowhere else."

"I-I-" Of all the brothers, Asmodeus had teased you the most with being something more than whatever this situationship was. But how does anyone respond to such a forward declaration - from the Avatar of Lust, no less?

"Oh, sweetheart," Asmodeus adjusts his grip to delicately cup your face with two hands, cooing at you as you tremble more under his touch, "my favorite human is never a burden. Hmm, if you keep having such ugly thoughts, I can't be held responsible for what I'll have to do to distract you. I'll fill your head aaalll with me and me alone, ok?"

"Asmodeus, I'm serious."

His eyes flash, and your heart flutters as a low growl reverberates from deep within his chest, "As am I."

Deciding to change tactics, you wind your arms around his waist.

"I'm not going anywhere, Mo. I don't want to be anywhere else." You rub his back gently in an attempt to reassure him and assuage his fears. You wait until his pupils dilate some before you continue.

"I'm happy here with you, with all of you. I just want to make sure you're happy too."

"Aww, of course I'm happy!" Asmodeus wraps his arms across your shoulders and rests his head atop yours, "I have our sweet MC all to myself tonight."

You sigh heavily, feeling the way he shivers slightly at the drag of your palm over his spine. He's backing you into a corner.

"I feel like you deserve better than me." His breath hitches, but he says nothing.

"I was...thinking of the past. I thought I had no regrets coming here, studying here, becoming Solomon's apprentice, making pacts with you all..."  You halt, feeling Asmodeus's nails dig into the fabric covering your shoulder.

"Yet, you regret them. Your pacts with us?" He hisses.

"Never!" You're shocked with the strength of your denial. With the way he jolts, you guess the finality in your tone surprises Asmodeus too. His head lifts from yours, gaze locking onto your own.

"I don't regret our pact, just the way it came to be." You expect disappointment, anger, even annoyance. But all there is, is Asmodeus's amused expression in response to the confession you'd fretted over the past who-knows-how-long.

"How so?" His knowing little smirk irks you just a tad.

"What do you mean, "how so?"!? I deceived you, all of you, to free Belphegor."

Asmodeus's shoulders begin to shake with laughter. Flabbergasted, you try to find words, but all evade you.

"Deceived the deceivers! Our little human, so powerful and persuasive." Asmodeus mocks, swooning in your lap.

As he finally quiets down, he swipes a manicured thumb over your bottom lip.

“Mm, was I not clear enough then? No one, not even Solomon, has ever made me feel as powerful as you do." His thumb presses down, parting your lips.

"I can't speak for my adorable brothers, but you wanted a pact, and I desired your power. We both got what we wanted and," a hand returns to pet your hair, "maybe even more than we bargained for?"

You snort in disbelief. Your demons, always keeping you on your toes.

"Yeah, something like that."

Asmodeus giggles, pressing a kiss onto your cheek this time.

"No need to get so worked up. Should I go to Lucifer to arrange a family meeting? If you're that concerned, we can take turns," his fingers glide down from your hair to cup the back of your neck as he whispers, "reciting the vows of our arrangement."

"T-that's not necessary, Mo! I get it!"  You squirm in his hold and pout. Always such a tease!

"You're SO cute when you're all pouty. But I've suffered enough tonight by your hand, don't you think?" He hauls himself off your lap and takes a moment to stretch in a manner that is all too slow and all too intentional.

You melt at the mirth swimming in his eyes and wonder why you were ever worried to begin with. Forever, was it? Forever has a nice ring to it.

"Oh, forgive me, dearest. However, can I make it up to you?" Theatrics, your shared love language.

"Well," he begins, giddy when you get up to follow him out of the music room, "a nice long bath together should be enough to soothe my aching heart."

"Not too long," you chide, "your breath reeks of demonus. You need to rest."

"Reeks?!" He squeals and you laugh.

"Aww, I get it. You're worried about me! Oh, I always knew we'd be a perfect match." Asmodeus links his arm with your own and tugs you towards the stairs. You resign yourself to your fate, you don't want to sleep alone tonight anyway.

"Mo." You tsk.

"Fine, fine. We both need our beauty sleep, but I'm keeping you to myself aaalll day tomorrow." You take the time to make sure he doesn't stumble over any of the steps.

"And what will we do then?" The scent of roses floods your senses as you both enter his room. It seizes you whole, fills your lungs, and leaves you entranced. It smells like Asmodeus's signature perfume.

It smells like home.

Asmodeus reaches into his dresser and pulls out a matching set of pajamas. "I believe movies and massages are in order." To your surprise, he also pulls out a matching set in your size.

 "Romantic comedies?"  You can't stop the grin that splits across your lips.

Some time ago, as Mammon and Leviathan argued over whether to watch action movies or a live action rendition of TSL, Asmodeus had curled himself into your arms. Hidden beneath the covers of your bed and in between a stolen kiss or two, he'd confided that drama had once been his favorite genre. But in your absence, romantic comedies had occupied his time. The loveable leads reminded him of you both and the endless joy your unique and unexpected relationship brought him.

"You know me so well~" Asmodeus purrs.

"That does sound nice." You walk over, taking the pajamas from him to set them side-by-side onto his bed.

"Of course it does," Asmodeus tugs your arm and you move to join him in his bathroom, "I always know what you like!"

You move his hands away as he tries to undress you. He pouts but acquiesces, turning away from you to undress himself and slip into the bath.

When you finish undressing, you turn to find him with his head tilted back on the tile and at peace. You admire him for a moment, thankful that such a stunning creature had opened his fragile heart to you.

He doesn't move until you sit beside him, bubbly water sloshing side-to-side.

"So, you'll stay?" His head finds purchase on your shoulder, fingers tangled with yours beneath the water. You lay your head atop his own, pressing a kiss to his locks.

"For as long as you'll have me."

"So," he kisses your shoulder in return, "forever?"

"Forever is fine."

A soft trill escapes him. "I'll be sure to take good care of you."

You sink deeper into the bubbles with a hum.

 "I love you." He murmurs into your skin. 

The warmth sinks into your bones and pulls you deeper into relaxation. You could fall asleep here.

"Hey!" You yelp at the little nip he gives your shoulder. “Tell me you love me too."

You laugh, picking up his head to push your foreheads together. The adoration in his eyes makes your belly all warm and fuzzy. You feel safe here. This is where you want to belong.

"Love you too, Mo."

[kittposting]

okay i gotta angry bitch rant for a second, putting it behind a cut for courtesy

had someone comment on one of my posts essentially telling me that i was "a creature that literally doesn't exist" and that "humans are only humans". normally that doesn't faze me but i've seen so much negativity within and directed at the community lately that it pissed me off a bit. i feel like the sacred art of leaving well enough alone has been forgotten in the wider mind of the internet, and i honestly wonder why it bothers people so much when someone is weird/different/cringe/whatever. like, c'mon man. it doesn't impact you at all that i say i'm a werewolf on the internet.

hell, i'm not one to spill my guts, but i've had prior experiences with cyberbullying that were aimless and targeted at the most nonsense reasoning. it doesn't accomplish anything; it just ends up impacting people in ways that you can't even perceive because you're behind a screen playing keyboard warrior. like i said, leave well enough alone.

anyways, my point is that shit like this doesn't mean anything. you can't stop me from doing my thing or observing my religion the way i do (shockerrrr my therianthropy is linked to that lollll), and you certainly can't stop me from finding joy in the ways i am and am not human. we're all on this rock together, we should at least have fun with it.

tldr; werewolf attack 🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺

[murderous-fanfiction]

A/N: Sorry for getting this chapter out late! I've been busy but I hope you all had a great Christmas!

Tw: Bully!AU (kinda not rlly), bullying/cyberbullying, assault in one part (not s*xual assault just getting beaten up is all)

You stared at the man before you, you felt a heat rise to your cheeks but quickly shook off the feeling, remembering your soon to be ended relationship with Trey. You spoke up before he said anything, "It's a pleasure to meet you too. My name is Y/N." You spoke with a calm tone. "I know it's none of my business but I can't help but be concerned, why were you crying all alone in this forest?" He asked with a concerned tone and expression. You let out a sigh and started to tell him everything. From start to finish. He stared at you before speaking up, "Wow I can't believe that something like that would happen to you. But what a coincidence, me and my little group of friends are new students to NRC starting tomorrow. I can take you to them if you'd like?"

You nodded and started to walk with him. While you were both walking, admiring the scenery all around you, he broke the silence. "I'm currently looking for a job to help me out while I stay at NRC. I wanna be a butler, I've been training and working non-stop for it to happen. It's just hard to look for someone who would want to employ me.." he said shrugging. You thought about it for a moment before breaking the silence. "If you want, you can be my butler. I get lonely from time to time and I want to have a friend by my side at all times." You said, smiling. He smiled at you. "Then I look forward to it, master." He said with a wink, making you blush. It wasn't long before you arrived in a dark looking area, and a mansion looking home. Your jaw dropped at the sight of it. He took some keys out of his pocket and opened the gate. "After you, my lord." You walked in before him, "Why thank you."

He closed the gates behind you both and walked to the doors with you. “Oh yeah and just a heads up, my friends don’t exactly like new people. But I’m sure they will like you.” He unlocked the doors and opened it for you. You walked in, “Thank you.” he smiled and nodded at you. The house on the outside looked scary, like an abandoned house no one stupid enough would dare approach, a house that would make you avoid it at all times. But you had to admit, it looked very nice on the inside. Everything was clean, no dust on anything. He led you to the main area. You sat down on the couch. “Let me go call them.” he walked off, leaving you all alone by yourself. “Well well well.. What do we have here?” you heard a female voice behind you and you turned around. It was a woman, she had pointy ears like Malleus, long beautiful black hair and a witch hat. “What’s a human like yourself doing here?” She questioned with a serious tone. You gulped but replied, “Oh.. Clover brought me here. He said that he was looking for you and a few other people.” She hummed before replying. “If he truly wanted to see me all he had to do was simply call for me.” She looked down at you, before turning around and surely three more people entered the room.

“Oh what do we have here?” She teased. “Alright now that you’re all here, I would like to introduce you to Y/N. Y/N these are my friends.” Clover gestured to them. “I would like for you all to introduce yourselves to Y/N and try to get along.” Clover stood off at the side. They all looked at you, with a sharp yet intense gaze. You got a bit uncomfortable under their gaze until an excited voice broke out. “Hi there! My name’s Willow. Nice to meet you!” Someone reached their hand out towards you, and you shook it. “I think we're gonna get along just fine!” a few moments later after you went through the introductions with everyone. Willow and Robyn are non-binary, Malachite the grumpy looking male, leaning on the doorframe currently. And Vix, the woman who flirted with you is an elf and then there was Clover, he was genderfluid. Malachite and Willow are demons, Robyn is a full blooded vampire, Vix is an elf, and Clover is a demon/vampire. You talked with them a lot more and got to know them, hell even they got to know you. And within seconds you all became the bestest of friends.

It was soon morning, Clover was nice enough and gave you a spare guest room. And they gave you some clothes too. You woke up and started to get ready. You took a shower, got your school uniform on and headed downstairs. You were hit with an amazing aroma of food. Your mouth watered and you quickened your pace. There was food set on the table in the dining area. You took a seat and grabbed some food. “Morning, my lord.” Clover’s voice interrupted. It startled you and made you jump. “Clover! You scared me.” You shouted. He gave you a chuckle, “Sorry my lord.” You finished eating and everyone was at the door. “Ready to go everyone?” Clover asked. Everyone agreed and you all left. Your heartbeat was picking up and Clover noticed. “Something the matter, my lord?” Clover's voice interrupted. Everyone looked at you and you just sighed. “It’s nothing.. It’s just.. Ever since those rumors happened I’m just scared to face anyone right now that I know.” You sighed. Clover looked at you and then smiled “It’s okay. If anyone tries to hurt you, we will protect you.”

It washed away some of your worries and anxiety but it was still there. You soon arrived at the entrance of NRC. You gulped and got nervous again. “It’s okay dear, take deep breaths.” Vix said trying to calm you down, you took a few deep breaths and suddenly you felt better. You all walked in and you took the chance to show them around. As soon as you did, the bell rang signifying the start of the day. They had the same class as you, Crewel’s potionolgy class. You walked there and gulped knowing Ace, Grim, and Deuce were there, along with a few others. “I’m skipping. I can’t go in there.” You said. “My lord, you cannot skip your class. You must go.” He urged you to go and you sighed and agreed. You walked in along with them and all eyes were on you. “Y/N?” Mr. Crewel’s voice called. “Yes?” you looked like a deer in headlights. “You're late.”

“I know Mr. Crewel, but let me explain! Please? I was showing these new students around campus.” You explained, and he sighed. “I’ll let it slide, just this once. Since that is true. Y/N please go to your seat, and let these new students introduce themselves.” You nodded and started walking to your seat and sat down. You sat next to Clover, and surprisingly enough he was smart and got every question right. It wasn't until you felt a paper ball thrown at the back of your head. You turned around and saw Ace, smirking like a madman. You rolled your eyes and focused back on what Mr. Crewel said. You heard him grunt and let out a few mumbled words. You didn't bother with paying attention to him anymore.

Moments passed and it was time to leave. You got up and walked into the hallway with your new friends by your side. "Ah, we gotta go. We all got different classes and wanna make it on time. See you later Y/N!" They all waved you bye, and you started walking to your next class. You felt someone rudely shove you into the locker. You let out a pained grunt. Then you felt a punch to your stomach. It hurt horribly. You fell to the ground clenching your stomach. You proceeded to get beat up and left in the hallway. Most likely by Ace. You felt arms wrap around you and lift you up.

"Child of man.." You heard a familiar voice say. You were brought to the infirmary and stayed there. Thankfully Malleus had the same class as you, but whoever did this to you.. was gonna face his wrath.

And it wasn't gonna be pretty.

Tags: @a-small-tyrant @valeriele3

[darling-mimikyute]

You're a disappointment to your parents and can't sit with us (cyberbullying lol)

(when I say you made my day-/vvvpos!!!)

Just leave me alone, stop harrassing my account...

[richardrayovaunofficial]

Responded James_Balingit_Official sharing my community tab.

"Now get some therapist."

-How about you get lost instead of harassing me and refused to leave me alone, You should stop coming back to cyberbullying me.

"Blud making a DA fetish art in the 1st place, his remakes thinking that it's real, tracing SoraThePanFloof's art, having an alliance what/who defends him just to get through war shit, and sending literal the Simpsons pr0n is fucking crazy."

-Jesus christ just shut up okay? And how do i trace his arts if i can use his artstyle? And if you think i have to goes to war, Then why are you became my bullies huh? And why are you hiding your reply? I know you keeps harassing me as a continue you are acting like iliamae from dA, Secondly! Jankie is a fucking lying to you, This arts is not belongs to ME and i NEVER made this, And stop calling me a DA fetish arts and leave me the fuck alone already james.

[junior-high-rui-official]

// long post ahead. less explicit angst than usual but there is cyberbullying + workaholism involved. also Rui being on his gifted kid bs.

Rui lets out an exhausted sigh. After a certain point, everything became a blur. He remembers crying to his brother, remembers breaking down in front of Nene, and beyond that, everything's a blur... entering the hospital, vitals checked, some patronizing remarks, a nurse up his ass for a while...and finally, it was dark outside, and he could be left alone.

His head hurt. His feet hurt. His legs hurt. His stomach hurt. His chest- god, his fucking chest hurt.

He was relatively sure he was administered pain meds that were supposed to kick in soon, but evidently they hadn't yet. So...

He reaches for his phone to pass the time. He toggles on just about every screen filter - this wasn't good for his eyes, he knew, but he was in the hospital with a broken rib, he had worse things to worry about than some blue light.

He opens a social media app he forgot he had, he'd downloaded it only to follow a certain account that posted robotics materials, and never deleted it.

He scrolls.

And scrolls.

And scrolls.

Mind drifting, eyes blurring out, this is just something he's doing with his hands at this point, he's not even retaining let alone looking at anything he sees-

until he happens upon a picture with a familiar face.

[Ah...that girl...]

[...yes, she's one of many that bothers me at school...]

He scrolls past the photo, but he stops.

[... I'm going to be stuck here for at least a week. In that time, my grades... Oh, and we had that big history project coming up...]

He scrolls back up, then clicks on the account. Scrolling through it, various selfies confirm this is in fact the person he thinks it is.

Several moments of hesitation, and he clicks the "message" button.

類: < hello >

[xxx]: < ??? >

[xxx]: < who tf lmao >

類: < it's kamishiro >

類: < we don't talk but you do know me >

[xxx]: < how tf did you find me on here >

[xxx]: < stalker shit tbh >

類: < i came across a selfie of yours >

類: < i have a question >

類: < more like a favor to ask? >

[xxx]: < bro what >

[xxx]: < we aren't friends im not doing shit for you >

[xxx]: < fucking weirdo >

類: < i know >

類: < you're the first person going to [school] I have contact with though >

類: < whether you know this or not i'm unsure but I've been hospitalized >

[xxx]: < LMAOAOAOAUDHDHSGXBJCHX >

[xxx]: < FOR REAL??? >

[xxx]: < why do you talk like a victorian orphan boy >

類: < i need my paper assignments for the next week or so >

[xxx]: < what the hell?? >

[xxx]: < fucking nerd >

[xxx]: < no lmao >

[xxx]: < go talk to your other fucking >

[xxx]: < weirdo friend or smth >

[xxx]: < why would you even think to message me. you're so fucking weird?? >

類: < mizuki's suspended >

類: < they wouldn't do it either way though >

類: < I know it's an unusual request to say the least >

類: < blame the impulse on the pain meds >

[xxx]: < i hope you fucking stay there fr >

[xxx]: < we definitely don't want your wackass back here >

類: < if you bring me the assignments I'll do your homework for you this week as well ? >

類: < or your friends' >

類: < the hospital isn't far from school. it's not like they're going to fact check whether we're friends or not. you'll just have to say you're delivering me something >

[xxx]: < omfg >

[xxx]: < ok fine if it gets you to quit yapping >

[xxx]: < if you fuck up that homework though I'm not gonna be pleased >

類: < i anticipate this >

類: < thank you >

[xxx]: < yw i guess >

[xxx]: < now leave me alone >

Rui does exactly that, closing the app and shutting off his phone...as he tries and fails not to internalize his classmate's unsavory remarks, he lies his head down and lets tears fall once more.

[aureatianaubade]

This struck me in the middle of the night. Here's how I imagine how Kira changed everyday life:

Life Under Kira (beyond the Task Force) (part 1):

Traveling becomes safer.

There's a trend of posting headshots and the full name of people who wronged you, hoping Kira will finish them off. Or they threaten to. "Leave me alone or I'll leave you to Kira!"

I can see this being used in court for conspiracy charges. It's similar to hiring an assassin, except, well, this is Kira. He may kill, He may not, but you're still throwing the supposed victim under the bus.

Majority of people who do this would be victims of bullying, harassment, and assault, as it's a safer and surer alternative to going to the authorities.

In fact, the majority of Kira's supporters are victims/loved ones of victims who're seeking vengeance from the criminals who victimized them.

Especially for children. There'd be hundreds of letters and prayers whispered to Kira begging him for help. Some online in chat groups, some at a secret shrine. In fact, there's a whole network for abused groups to pray for Kira.

Crime doesn't stop publicly. For example, bullying. It's not wise to bully a kid in public anymore because the bullied (or friends of the bullied) could expose the bully online. However, there are still roundabout ways, such as cyberbullying, anonymous notes, defamation of property. I think that's honestly scarier because it could be anyone, and even if you knew who it was, it's harder to prove it. Idk how security cameras were in the 2000s

Because of this, masks and sunglasses are counterculture fashion accessories for Anti-Kira groups. However, there's a stigma because if you're an innocent, why do you feel the need to hide your face?

The thing is, Kira is often said to kill criminals that commit felony charges, but in reality He kills anyone registered under federal law. That not only includes the worst of the worst like felony criminals (rapists, kidnappers, murderers, terrorists, etc.) but also those that commit minor crimes, like theft or involuntary manslaughter. Because of this, Kira's a hero for the upper-middle/middle/working class (a class Light fits in). For those that kill, rob, and steal to survive, Kira's in the same regard to them as they regard authorities--fuxking useless. Kira's not paying the bills nor is he giving them housing. The rich and government officials would likely be anxious about Kira and want him down, some just for order, others so they don't get caught in whatever crime they're doing.

[glitchedcodex]

You can call me Glitch. Please refer to me with she/her or they/them pronouns. I am an adult.

No real DNI. Just don't be a dick. If you start acting like a dick, you're getting blocked.

Feel free to send me an ask. Anon is off, but if you ask I will do something to remove your name, like a screenshot without the name, or copy pasting the ask in a plain post. Unless you send me threats or hate, in which case you will be blocked. You know better than to do that. That's called Cyberbullying, and it is a crime.

My stances are:

No one has any right to gatekeep fan spaces. Not you, not me, not the creator of the original work, not any person, not any group of persons. Once a work is published the public will do whatever they please with it.

Pro-Library, Pro-Books, Pro-learning - Please support your local library! Libraries are wonderful places, you can learn from books you borrow, and if there is a book you are excited for you can borrow it and see if you like it before buying it, it's like test driving a book! It's amazing!

Pro-Choice - I know what is best for me, and you know what is best for you. You should be able to make that decision for yourself with your medical professionals, and no one else should be interfering. No politicians or religious officials should make decisions on it because they are not medical professionals. As long as it is your choice and not the choice that you are being forced to make.

Inclusive Language is not able to exclude anyone. Saying 'pregnant people" doesn't exclude pregnant women, because women are people.

Sex work is work.

Trans men are men. Trans women are women. Nonbinary people are nonbinary. Trans Rights Are Human Rights

If someone identifies with the word "queer", you can't tell them to stop using it to refer to themself. You can ask them to not call you "queer" if it makes you uncomfortable, but you have no say in what word other people use to refer to themselves.

If all parties are legal adults who freely give informed consent, which can be revoked at any time, nothing is wrong with them having sex in real life. What consenting adults do in the bedroom together is none of my business, nor is it any of yours.

Anti-harassment - No exceptions. If there are exceptions, you aren't against harassment. You are just a bully with a specific target. It is never okay to threaten or harass people over anything, even if you disagree with them. You don't have to like them, you just have to leave them alone.

I'm not here to argue with people. I'm here to live my life.

Warning: Tags are being updated! Not everything is tagged accordingly. You've been warned.

[mandizo]

IM CYBERBULLYING YPU . BLEH :p BLEH :p BLEH :p BLEH :p BLEH :p

its been four months alive forgood please stop tormenting me. leave me alone please 😭😭😭😭😭

[flamy-789]

I don't know everything about this situation. There's probably more information that I don't know about.

But from what me and others know, I gotta say...I'm so disappointed at you people.

At you online people who dare to cyberbully Gia, and attack Briar.

Neither did YJ or anyone else who has been attacked before deserved this.

They already have enough problems of their own, they don't need you guys to spam hate just because you find it funny to see cry.

You're so cruel...

I have seen online where people either quit their own dreams, leave others forever, and some even KILLING themselves because haters were harassing them until they're satisfied! I was terrified, upset, scared! People were giving up on everything and those who caused this didn't even felt guilty!

This is crossing the line. No. It ALREADY crossed that line.

I can't beg you to stop. It's obvious you won't. But I AM gonna warn you: if you continue to leave such critisicam just prove justice, just to remove those who you tell them they suck and are unworthy, Who you think that deserve hate when they don't! ...then you'll pay the consequences.

And if you don't care about this at all...then just leave.

LEAVE THEM ALONE FOR ONCE!

I don't care if you start attacking me instead! Just leave them be!

If I had a choice to either let my friends be hated or let myself take that hate instead of them...I would choose to take the hate.

[deviantartdramahub]

Regarding this post: https://www.tumblr.com/deviantartdramahub/736255445365293056/httpswwwtumblrcomdeviantartdramahub736226648?source=share

"No. I'm not Ilia or Evie. However, I am aware of the situation. It just surprises me that Richard and his friends are so DEADSET against "bullying" and "harassment" that they create accounts like this one. It really shows the character of someone else."

Then you are probably the same female, You are so DEADSET as well against for "bullying" and "harassment" that they create accounts as the same, But you are. If you just surprises you. Then why would you acting like a idiot? It never shows the character before you attack him.

"And how would you report me if I don't have an account on tumblr? or if I do, how would you figure out my username? - You can't. Cause I won't say anything and this blog allows for anonymous messages."

Yes i can figure out your message, Cause i have to find you which you are. If you are villains, Then you have to quit instead of other social media. Why don't you making up yourself for not listening to me? - This blog allows for anonymouse messages.

"All you and richard are to me is a bunch of whiney little babies who are so mad and angy for being banned on dA and without evidence of WHO it was that actually got the account banned, you resort in threats, harassment, cyberbully, everything that you are trying to fight against"

You are stupid idiotic, They are NOT little fucking babies who are so mad. They pissed off because you never leave HIM alone with a fake evidence that he did, But he did NOT. You resort in evading, harassment, cyberbully, everything that you are trying to come over to harassing him. How about you fuck off until he will finally get his real evidence of her soon, You will never stop him.

"You're not winning anything. You're just falling for the oldest trick in the book. Try harder richard."

How dare you misgender me by calling me a richard, I am female because i created my channel on tumblr, And i am evil clone of her because i made her quit tumblr. So she finally quit tumblr so she never return, Try harder too misgender idiotic. Now go quit bringing his past instead.

I'll give you each one more response in this. If things haven't progressed by then, we're skipping over this conversation.

My responses to this are the same as to the other ones. Nobody is proving anything here.

[vigilhero]

hey tumblr , why are you making me out to be a SIMP FOR EVERYONE??????

- an essay by kalos

[jolynelovemail-moved]

"i choked on a sour child" - you

I MEANT SOUR PATCH KID AND YOU KNOW THAT 

[ceasarslegion]

Full stop i dont care if youre joking if you tell anyone that you wouldve bullied them for being "cringey" i dont like you

I dont care if they naruto ran in the halls and meowed at people at lunch. No one really seems to grasp that more often than not behaviors like that come from the fact that its easier to get bullied for shit you can control than the things you cant. I told people I was a werewolf and growled at them because it was easier to get the shit kicked out of me for something I could control than for something innate and unchangeable about me.

And even if that behavior isnt a defense mechanism, who gives a shit? Who are they hurting exactly? If you cant mind your fucking business enough to leave someone alone for behaviors that dont affect anyone, youre just a shitty person. And I don't want to associate with you because who knows which of my own behaviors youll inevitably deem worthy of character execution for the crime of being "cringey" in your opinion.

Yes, this includes cyberbullying enthusiastic fandom members and anyone who doesnt act your definition of "acceptable" online that doesnt actually hurt anybody. I wish everyone who does this a very die