#or in this case- something that i didnt think needed to be answered immediately! if i dont answer something it isnt personal

[correctproseka]

Ensekai really really fumbled the bag in Mizuki's storyline by using they/them pronouns and i can prove it

Ok so, ill start this by saying this does NOT mean that Mizuki's gender can't be "nonbinary" or that they cant use they/them. In the end it'll just mean that most of the characters would not know that at this point in the story and all views on mizuki, trans girl or nonbinary are objectively correct so far.

That ensekai fumbles translations is something we all know, the event names for example, a huge one is going on as i write this. Why the fuck is it not pandemonium like everywhere else??

Other fumbles we can't really blame ensekai for, song translations, as weird as they can seem, are chosen by the voca-p themselves

(even if they make it sound way more aggressive)

But on the stories? I complain a lot, they make the characters not look as gay, sometimes change their personality slightly and.

Sometimes. It kind of nearly ruins the story, which is Mizuki's case.

So, WHY did ensekai do that, and why is it different on jp?

Well, for starters, japanese does not have pronouns in the same way english does, they DO need to use pronouns instead of . "Mizuki said mizuki wanted this" every single time, so no pronouns, for a rhythm game is out of the question.

And they thought that they/them was a second best choice.

In japanese games and anime, people tend to see a gender funky character and immediately go for they/them, for one. But also not really the only reason.

The reason might have been the two usages of pronouns in japanese.

Introduction and character reference.

So, to introduce themselves, Japan uses a few pronouns such as atashi, watashi, ore, boku... Boku is a masculine leaning pronoun, and the one Mizuki uses. Its not the most masculine (from the ones i said, that would be ore) and in cases can be considered gender neutral, and sometimes, rarely, girls use it. Mizuki is one of these girls.

Another one is Rui, who's the only one to know Mizuki from middle school, calls them "Mizuki-kun". -Kun is ALSO male aligned but can be used gender neutrally, but there's also a difference here. Rui calls EVERYONE -kun, Shizuku, Saki, Emu. You name it. He uses -kun for everyone. So thats not a valid reason.

Another question you can have is: did ensekai ever use a different pronoun for Mizuki?

And the answer, surprisingly, is yes. Before niigo knew mizuki irl there's two times they use she/her.

Which really sucks, because that would mean Mizuki uses she/her online, but ws soon as they meet her, its now a they/them? Without any conversation about it? And if we assume there WAS a conversation about it...

Then WHY THE HELL is Mizuki scared of telling their secret, when they have already done it in this scenario?

Thats not the case, niigo clearly thinks Mizuki is a girl- a cis one at that- currently.

In a way, the only people who would make sense knowing Mizuki's pronouns is the Kamiyama people (not Ena), they're the ones that know how Mizuki is at school, they're the ones that know her secret.

And yet, if Mizuki uses they/them, even the bullies respect it. And if she doesn't use they/them, then that means An and Rui of all people misgender them. Its a mess.

So not only does it breaks the immersion, it can also mean that either the bullies are not transphobic (really, if they didnt want to LOOK like they're transphobic is it that hard to avoid pronouns?? They're paid for that come on), or that the PLAYABLE CHARACTERS are.

Mizuki being so scared of saying her secret when everyone uses they/them for her is honestly. Fucking bad story telling. If they wanted to have made Mizuki's gender a secret there's a lot more ways they could've done instead of they/theying Mizuki in the story. Such as marking the gender as "unknown" or just. Leaving the story as is, people would be dumbasses and make them think mizuki is cis? So??? Let them be wrong when the time comes. This way it pretty much ruins her events.

And thats not saying Mizuki cant use they/them, but at thid point the characters would NOT know, the point that Mizuki tells the secret is the point they should know.

And.. in the end. That makes the fandom worse.

Jp does not have fights on which gender Mizuki is, they do not care. Its Mizuki and they like Mizuki for who [Mizuki] is as a person.

Meanwhile the en fandom gets called transphobic if the headcanon is a transgirl and also if the headcanon is a nonbinary transfem. It makes no sense and is only worth to make fights happen.

[mythicmanuscripts]

omg ok also, based on your recent aegon imagine, what about soft, teary, spiraling jace when he thinks you're mad at him? maybe something similar where he really gets into his own head about it? i feel like jace is already so prone to anxiety that this would be a breaking point for him...maybe he might be on the verge of a panic attack or breakdown and you'd even have to put him into subspace after just to get him to calm down and breathe a little?? thank you!!

Of course!! In case you guys couldnt already tell, I LOVE writing sweet soft angsty stuff,

While this answer isnt explicit, I will hide it under a cut anyway because it's very clearly sub!Jace.

So firstly, I think Jace has always been prone to anxiety? Even though he's a man, he absolutely has a crippling case of eldest daughter syndrome. The poor lad can't remember the last time he didnt have someone to look after or someone's expectations to meet.

He's also very used to handling all that pressure and anxiety on his own. When you marry, you make sure to check up on him constantly and ensure he's alright. You learn very quickly that Jace won't actually come to you about his anxiety and stress until he reaches his breaking point. Because of this, you always make sure to ask him if he's alright once a week or so.

You always try to make sure that you have some time alone with him where you can ask him if there's anything he wants to talk to you about or vent about. Often he will actually take you up on the offer, especially because you always praise him once he finishes talking and tell him you're very proud of him for opening up.

However, sometimes even these precautions arent enough.

Jace can spiral very easily and get completely lost in his own head, and these spirals can happen quickly, especially if he's already not feeling the best.

Maybe this time, Jace could feel how he was starting to get too stressed and anxious and so he goes to you. Except when he goes to you, you're in the middle of something? Maybe you're reading or making arrangements with servants, whatever it doesn't really matter. When Jace asks if he can talk with you, you just tell him to wait a moment because you want to finish this first. When you look up again, he's gone. So you just assume whatever Jace wanted wasnt very important and make a note to yourself to ask him about it that night.

You don't see Jace for the rest of the day, which isnt unusual considering how busy and you both are with the war effort. But in reality, Jace wasnt doing his duties, he was just sitting on his bed staring at the wall and spiralling. He begins to wonder if he's relying on you too much, if he's managed to scare you off. He's so confused, because he knows you've told him to come to you for help, but when he did you blew him off?

You find him in the bedroom that night when you finally retire for the evening. You can immediately see something is very wrong because he's just sitting on the bed, hugging a pillow to his chest and not moving at all. When you say his name, he looks up at you and quickly tries to compose himself, stumbling over his words as he tries to lie and say he's fine and doesn't need anything from you because he doesn't want to make you even more annoyed with him.

You just walk to him and ask him why he would ever think you were upset with him, and he mumbles something about having asked you earlier to hep him. Your heart sinks, because you realise you did this to him. You realise he must have come to you because he genuinely needed support and you turned him down.

He starts to spiral even more now that you're actually there and watching him. Tears well up in his eyes and he closes them, trying to take slow deep breathes but it's a losing battle. When you see this, you know speaking to him is useless. He's far too worked up.

So you just sit down on the bed with him and pull him into your chest. You rub his back and just let him cry it out and calm down at his own pace. Jace is someone who just needs to have a cry every now and then. Trying to reassure him and get him to stop crying doesn't help at all, he just needs to let the emotions out before he can think clearly again.

Even when he stops crying, he's still unsettled? He keeps on squirming and whining, hiding in you neck every time you ask him what's wrong. You bring your hand up to his hair, stopping to cup the back of his neck for a moment and he relaxes against you. So you give the back of his neck a little squeeze, like a mother dog carrying her puppies, and he melts into you. Feeling you have that grip on him lets him calm quicker.

When he looks up eventually, you can see he's somewhere between being half asleep and being in subspace. So you ask him if he wants to kneel for you, and almost instantly he's sliding down the bed and onto the floor. You have to grab a pillow quickly and make him stand for a moment until you can put the pillow down to protect his knees.

He's whiny and unsettled the whole time you're having him stand. He wants to kneel!! The moment you deem it comfortable enough, he's kneeling. You sit on the side of the bed, playing his hair and letting him suck on your fingers. He stays there until you can see he's about to fall aslee p, then you drag him up the bed and he's asleep before you've even changed into pyjamas.

[pisceslovrr]

THE EXIT (spencer reid x fem!reader)

warnings: angst, spencer and reader breaking up, no use of y/n, spencer's new gf, no happy ending

an: this is heavily based off the song the exit by conan gray, also this is my first time posting anything like this. the ending was a bit rushed, i imagined season 3-4 reid for this one

February-

you and spencer were out of the honeymoon phase of your relationship, as you were noticing all the little things he does to keep his life in order. you were enjoying his company a lot, you liked having someone around you all the time.

one night he came home with flowers and you were excited to see him after he came back from a long case. you ran up to him and wrapped your arms around him. he didnt hug you back. "i missed you so much, spence!" you say as you pulled away and looked up at him. you noticed he was avoiding your eyes. "spencer whats wrong?" you questioned as you took his chin in your hand.

he said your name in a cold tone. you furrow your brows and you look up at him. he finally looks at you but his eyes are filled with sadness. "whats wrong, are you ok?" you say as you continue looking at him. he gives you the flowers. "can we sit down?" he says looking over at the couch.

you sit down first and he sits on the other end. it wasn't normal for him to not sit right next to you. he doesn't look at you either. "im sorry but.. " he starts and then pauses. you look at him with a worried on your face. he said your name and he continues "i need to end things, or i need to end us" he finally says.

tears well up in your eyes as you look around at the boxes that were from your apartment. "w-what?" you ask. "we need to break up" he says as he also looked at your boxes that were neatly stacked in the corner of the room. you dont say anything, you dont look at him, you just stare blankly at the boxes.

"please say something" he says with tears in his eyes. you dont know what to say, you dont even know what to think. "why?" you finally let out and it feels like you took a little weight off your chest. he looks at you "i like someone else, shes from my hometown and we just click so much" he says as he scoots closer to you.

you open your mouth to talk but words dont come out. he takes your hand, but you immediately pull your hands away and you get up from your spot on the couch. you look away from him "if shes better then go have her" you say as you grab your purse and your keys and you leave him alone in his apartment.

you go back to your apartment and you finally let out all your anger and your tears as you practically slam your things on the counter. you let out a guttural yell as you fall to the floor of your kitchen and you hold your head in your hands. you sit there and cry for a while until you hear your phone rhythmically buzzing on the counter.

you stand up to grab it and you feel dizzy at first but you grab it. you look at the contact. it shows "spencer♡". you look at the heart and you cry harder. "how could something so good end in about an hour" you thought as you watched his name disappear. almost instantly his name pops up again and you answer.

"hello?" he said from the other line. "hello." you respond coldly, not wanting him to know that you have been crying since you entered your home. he says your name "im sorry" he apologized. "are you really though? how could you be sorry for me if you have already found someone to replace what we had" you said as more tears welled up in your eyes. he tries to speak but you cut him off "i thought that we were special, you know? but i guess we werent special enough". you dont let him speak, you just hang up the phone.

you let the tears run down your cheeks as you think about the life changing night you experienced. you try to think about if you could have done anything to change it, but in reality you know that its probably for the best.

November-

you are running late to work but you need to get your daily coffee before you start the day. you walk into the usual coffee shop you go to every morning. you order what you usually order. you do everything as you usually do, but something seems off. you hear the doorbell ring as it would when somebody walks in. you turn around to see who it was.

the color drains from your face as you see spencer and this girl that has her arm linked with his. you immediately look away and try to hide your face. spencer says your name in a questioning tone. you dont turn around for a second but when you finally do he smiles at you. "spencer?" she says looking at him and smiling painfully.

hes opening his mouth, but you cant hear the sound thats coming out. you just stand there and nod. "are you ok? you seem off" you hear him say. "yeah im fine why wouldnt i be?" you ask as if you are not dying inside at this very moment. "you look pale" he says looking at your cheeks. "im just getting over the cold" you say smiling.

you think about how his life looks perfectly fine, he has his new girlfriend on his shoulder, and he seems like hes doing amazing. meanwhile your wounds are still black and bruised. "aw thats too bad, how have you been?" he asks while still smiling and he kisses his new girlfriend on the top of her head. "i have been great! what about you?" you say still smiling painfully. "well i have been doing good!" he says as you notice that their hands are interlocked. "thats good-" you get cut-off by the barista calling your name because your drink was ready.

you grab your drink and you try to hurry out. "well i hope you have a good rest of your day" he waves as youre walking out of the door. you dont pay attention to him, but you walk back to your apartment and suddenly you are taken back 9 months when he broke up with you. you are on your kitchen floor crying as you think about how good they looked together, and how he was happy. "i shouldnt be crying about a happy couple enjoying their day" you think.

you dont see spencer at all after that. you avoid that coffee shop like its the plague. you avoid all the places that you and him used to hang out at. you never drive down his street even though its a quicker way to get to work. you never want to see him or her ever again.

[the-s1lly-corner]

can you make headcanons for all the tadc cast with a reckless reader?

also, have a good day :)

-daz

TADC cast x reckless! reader!

last post for this batch! ill get right back to answering stuff soon! my cinnamon roll dough is almost done with its first rise and ill have to shape them soon! also gotta make the frosting..! short post since the base of one of my thumbs is getting a lil sore idk if its because ive been typing so much these past few days or if i just slept on my hand wrong; maybe both

CAINE:

youre in luck reader! you cant really get hurt in the digital world...! well, not... traditionally.. you can definitely still feel pain, thats for sure, but i dont think your digital body has any bones to break or skin to scrape..! so hey at least you can kind of be as reckless as you want without consequence...! except, there are consequences. caine is not at all happy at your recklessness.. i mean sure yeah some of his IHAs can be more... intense, i mean zooble almost got turned into a gloink, but..! i think he tones down his adventures just so you wont throw yourself into the danger

POMNI:

tries to stop you but her words fall short as you run in yelling into whatever the threat is without a second thought. "i- wait- er..." and youre gone, leaving pomni to hurry and try to catch up with you. she probably has to drag you to safety, assuming this isnt a case where you got all glitched up by an abstracted circus member.. shes gonna have to work herself up to get you to chill out; perhaps ending in a whole emotional thing where she just. explodes? perhaps

RAGATHA:

just because you cant get hurt doesnt mean shes not going to fuss over you. if there were a need for it i think she would keep a pack of Band-Aids on her. however, because you guys cant get hurt in that way, she tries to keep you in bed when you inevitably get knocked a little too hard and need to rest it off. dont even think about trying to get up out of bed, shes going to give you this stern look that only a few percentage of people can muster.

you know the look

the stern one

scolds you too if you get caught up in something real dangerous

only really softens up if you threw yourself in danger for the sake of another person, because i think ragatha would do the same

JAX:

"bet you cant make that jump"

"bet i <> can!"

que you absolutely eating shit after you fail to make that jump, comically flipping over yourself and face planting. you probably have cartoon birds circling around your head. jax laughs at you before eventually coming over to help you up. he will not let you live this kind of stuff, down

KINGER:

he gets so so scared when youre not in his sight, i think if he knew you were willingly throwing yourself into harms way? this man would have a heart attack! like really, or he would if he still had his organs and stuff...if he could he would keep you in his pillow fort with him forever... but he cant, so he has to settle with following you around with meek attempts to try to stop you

ZOOBLE:

zooble would do similar stuff as jax, but when you actually. go to do the dangerous thing they just pull you back. "dude. i wasnt being serious"

bro has to keep you on one of those kid leashes because your first instinct someone says "bet" or "no balls" or anything in that vein, you need to prove yourself

GANGLE:

her comedy mask probably falls off from the sheer shock from how easily you just. launch yourself into things. on one hand she worries for you, but on the other hand she cant help but feel a little jealous; i mean shes just ribbon and a mask, shes not really... tough... strong.. durable... she wants to be able to run around and do the things you do but theres that fear of being immediately broken down or overpowered, you know? didnt mean to get silly there; anyways i think she would try to keep in you bed to sleep off the soreness, like ragatha

[thesoleilla]

Sk8 the infinity x reader who doesn't take care of themselves (platonic)

A/N: Okay I know I have A LOT of other things to write but a friend needed to hear this, and I'm making it public in case anyone else needs to hear it as well <3 take care y'all

Masterlist

You hadn't been feeling well lately. Everything felt so distant, so meaningless that you just didn't wanna bother.

And so slowly, your sleeping became less and less long; you even ate less as well.

But you didn't wanna think too much about it. It was just regular stuff after all, nothing to worry about.

Or so you thought.

You probably should have noticed the signs already when you pulled an all-nighter without wanting to randomly.

Yet, that didn't even ring any particular alarm to you. Not even a sound, maybe a singular neuron in your brain was questioning wether or not something was going on, but that was all.

On the other side, your skater friends were getting more and more worried.

Why is that you ask? Well your lack of sleep was causing dark bags under your eyes, your attention span was getting shorter and shorter, so much that you barely answered to your name

"Y/N! Y/N! HELLOOO?" Reki was practically shouting as he waved his hand across your face to try and get you to answer.

"Oh- uh…what..sorry, I wasn't listening" You tried to laugh it off, but you noticed it clearly wasn't working when you saw reki's concerned look on his face.

"Are you okay Y/N? We were worried about you!" He grabbed your shoulders to make sure he kept your attention as the others nodded in agreement to his last statement, the whole gang surrounding you.

"I'm fine…jeez, what did you guys get so worked up for?" You fought back the urge to yamn as you felt it would be contradictory to your statement.

"How many hours of sleep did you even get last night? You're even more of a slime than usual!" Miya added from the side as he took a step closer to you.

Reki turned to Miya as he spoke, then quickly turning to you again, his worry-filled eyes looking straight at you as he grabbed onto your shoulders a bit more subconsciously.

You were internally panicking. You really didnt wanna bother them with your problems…you just really didn't think they'd care all that much, that's all.

"Do you mean last night as in the last time I slept or as in the last time I should've slept?" You tried to use humor to your advantage again, but the strategy still wasn't working, they only looked more concerned!

Fast forward a few hours, you found yourself in bed, the whole squad trying to manipulate you into sleep.

"Y/NNN come on you need sleep!" Reki kept nagging you as you were forcefully tucked into bed by Miya and Langa

"I'm fiiiine..you guys worry for nothing" You laughed it off again, looking up at them as you tried to get up, an attempt which they stopped immediately

"Just when did you last eat?!" Reki sighed as he felt how weak you were when he stopped you from getting up

"I mean I ate some air..." you laughed. They weren't taking it as lightheartely as you did though.

Reki looked away from you for a second, looking over at everyone.

"Langa! Go get some food!" Lana nodded in agreement

"Miya! Go learn how to perform hypnosis in order to make someone sleep! And Joe, Cherry... you two... put on a dramatic soap opera to entertain Y/N while the others prepare everything!"

Long story short, you never got to pull an all-nighter ever again

A/N: Thank you for reading this! I hope this made you guys feel better! If this can comfort anyone then I'm more than happy I wrote this! Take care everyone, y'all are amazing<33

Also, this is the first time I write anything for sk8 the infinity, so it's my way to announce I now take requests for it! Though I'm really behind on my requests, so it might take a while to get to them

[brainworms-all-night-long]

please tell us more about babyfied nine

Ok so the thing is that Nine grew up in a totalitarian metrocity under algorithmic supervision done by giant intimidating hunks of metal that have zero room for negotiation 24/7 instead of a small village who's people were kinda assholes, so he's even more skittish and alert than baby Tails would be

Hes also quiet, like scary quiet like Sonic considered giving him a little jingle bell quiet because he jumpscares people with his sudden presence and dissapearece so much, and also rarely talks. And when he does it's either the most imicitly heart breaking shit imaginable or his cassual sass

I am never going to give him a break so I thinks the sudden change in size of his body and brain development by couple of years and the fact he didnt have his matal tails back then they're kinda awkwardly too big for him and cause some severe nerve issues 👍

Also since this ask took so long to answer because my brain jumped through fifty other things since then, have a little drabble as a compensation :'D

[676 words]

———

He gathered himself from the ground, hand trying to rub off the physical pain of sudden blinding light, and eventually managed to get back to his feet.

The second he felt in control of his senses he whipped around to assess all the damage done by that explosion and immediately noted a worrying lack of one fox in particular.

"Is everyone ok?!" Sonic called out with worry pricking his voice, while still trying to spot anything that vaguely resembled Nine.

"What do you think you rodent. Our magnum opus was blown to smithereens!"

Aaand the hedgehog immediately deadpanned when the starchy voice of Dr.Done It entered his ears he flattened against his head

"...Everyone who didn't try to kill me and I actually care about?"

He got his answers soon enough when the resistance was back at the eggheads' case and he heard a piece of plastic from the Way Back machine clatter to the ground.

"Um, Sonic..?" Tails called out for him but too late as they were both looking in the same direction. And unmistakably, both of them spotted something moving in the rubble near the still smoking remains of the machine.

"Nine?"

At least he hoped it was. There was a possibility that for whatever reason the fox would want to play a smart-ass — since he did try to kill him at one point, and for the love of him doesn't want to accept the fact he's cared about — but even if it's in the past and all that, Sonic needed to go check on him.

Any catastrophic ways in which the fox could've been hurt in a way leaving him physically unable to actually respond running through his head came to a screeching halt once he rounded the corner and stood face to face with a tiny fox kit.

After the millisecond he had to get over just how utterly adorable he was, the hedgehog quickly registered the vwey clear terror displayed on Nine's little face. And he could tell it was Nine if by anything else than the depressing gray attire, a painfully fresh-looking cuts under his eye, and most importantly, the seven mechanical tails laying uselessly around him.

First quickly making sure everyone was too busy with the fight elsewhere, Sonic outstretched his hand to stop Tails in his place when the other it froze like a deer in the headlights and obviously prepared to bolt it out of here. (Through Sonic wasn't sure he could with those metal appendages holding him down. They didn't exactly seem responsive because otherwise he was sure they'd be treatening pointed his way.)

And as taken aback as Tails was, he complied and decided that just discreetly peeking over the metal frame would have to suffice.

"Hey there buddy..."

Sonic tried with a low tone while rising both of his hands in front of him slowly. The last thing he wanted was to apprehend the little guy and scare him even more.

However the way his scared blue eyes jumped all over the place in search of an exit wasn't exactly reassuring against that.

"Don't worry, I don't want to hurt you."

The terrified face was replaced by a deep scorn as Nine pulled himself as far away from the hedgehog as possible. The thing stopping him from going further being the dreadful realization he has seven deadweights of metal stapled to his waist.

"Then what do you want."

Ok, Nine didn't only look tiny, he sounded the part too. The usual cold edge in his voice, which pretty much everyone grew accustomed to at this point, was gone and replaced with a tired rasp.

Sonic's features dropped at that and the the adorable-angry face morphed into confusion because of course it would.

Sonic, like an idiot, wondered why this felt so familiar and just why every single one of his moves was so instinctual when the realization he'd done all of this already hit him.

Well, either way he needs the little guy to trust him now, and Tails can figure out the technical side of how this even happened.

[frogwen]

guys...😳 basically as soon as i came into work today my boss very earnestly apologized to me and said she was wrong and looked into it for herself and wanted me to know that she changed her mind and wont talk 'so ugly' like that again 😳😳😳😳 re: the olympics boxing stuff and "that bullshit, rude, and invasive" concept of sex testing lmao??

it was a very shocking conversation at 9 am lol but it made me really happy :) she even phrased it that she could tell i was very offended and passionate about the subject and that she realized almost immediately she herself didnt have any knowledge of the situation and felt embarrassed all day for speaking on something she didnt understand!!!!! so she spent all weekend reading about it!!!!!

sadly, no, i dont think shes fullyyy pro trans lol its pretty case by case with her lol 🙄, and we disagree on other things too-BUT this was SO nice to hear that she wanted to understand me!!! i also KNEW that if she just educated herself, she would feel differently bc shes an extremely private person about her own personal business. on friday i asked her '[boss], are YOU her doctor? have you read her medical records?' and she got very uncomfortable.

but she kept arguing lol so i had to pull out the 'oh so what about me, [boss]? im not a man (*i am privately nb but besides thee point) but i have higher t levels so, am i a man? i have a thin mustache, i shave. am i a man? i have broad shoulders. am i a man? what if i exercised more and lost my round parts, would i be a man? buzzed my hair off? (*my boss has short hair) should i be allowed to play sports ? why do we even need gendered sports, do i not fit the weight class? have i not trained? do you truly think men as an entire category are genetically better in every way? should women even try? should they cry and give up? what even is a man anyways?'

kinda embarrassing in retrospect 😶 but she complimented my speaking skills since it inspired her to seek out these answers and she ended up agreeing with me that the human body and experience is so varied and yet these institutions are so narrow, for biased and racist reasons. and we talked about previous cases like serena and caster, and her own experiences growing up 'othered' and degendered. and idk it felt like such a productive conversation, unlike talking with my parents lmao. it just felt so nice to be respected for my opinion ?!?!?

[liminal-lesbian]

Do you think post Amphibia Sasha would isolate herself because she fears of going back to her manipulative actions (either consciously or unconsciously) or that Sasharcy would ever convince themselves that the others only pretended to forgive them?

(love your fics btw!)

Omg thank you!!! It's your lucky day, I have like, 2 chapters of fic about to be published!

As for your question, as someone who considers herself a reformed bad person (tm) I absolutely think Sasha had times immediately post-Amphibia and probably into early adulthood where her instinct was to voluntarily isolate herself. Healing isn't linear and I'm sure she had bad days/weeks/months when her guilt made her think something inherent about her was wrong and that isolating herself was an act of service for her loved ones in case she slipped into her old ways again. I do think it got better as she got older, but the instinct is definitely there.

As for sasharcy and forgiveness, I don't think they would think the other two pretended to forgive them per se, as that's a question of trust in the other girls.

Marcy trust in her girls was vindicated by them rescuing her from the Core. While lingering emotional issues definitely remained, I think Marcy fundamentally trusts in their love and forgiveness.

Sasha is a bit more complicated I think. Anne's forgiveness is something she knows isn't fake. Anne is consistently quite blatant about how she feels about Sasha, including when her forgiveness isn't quite 100% (think Sasha's Angels). I think Sasha knows Anne would make it CLEAR if she doesn't forgive her.

Sasha and Marcy though...this one is spicy. Marcy's reveal shattered a lot of the trust Sasha had in Marcy and she doesn't really get a chance to rebuild that in the show. Something sometimes missed about Marcy is, if she needs to, she's quite good at lying/hiding her feelings. A promise of open honesty and a good talk between the three of them would definitely remedy this, but if there's ever gonna be doubt of forgiveness, I think it would be Sasha having doubts about Marcy's forgiveness.

Deserving forgiveness? That would be the crux of their problem, I think. As much as I love Marcy angst, I do think she'd be more able to accept that she's forgiven. After all, the effort Sasha and Anne go through to save her probably helps anchor her emotionally.

Sasha would probably have a harder time since, unlike Marcy, she's being forgiven for her overall behaviour and treatment of her friends pre-Turning Point. That can be a LOT harder to process being forgiven for than being forgiven for distinct, indentifiable harmful actions such as what Marcy is beujg forgiven for. I'm sure there were times, especially if old thought patterns pop up as she unlearns bad habits, that she thought she didnt deserve their forgiveness. This ties into what I said earlier about Sasha being afraid of regressing: if she thinks she can slip back into her old self that would affect her perception of whether she deserves forgiveness.

The thing is, accepting that you're forgiven is very much a skill, and one not often taught at that. It's very much tied into practicing self-care and a healthy self-image that's part of good mental health. I think both Sasha and Marcy's journey to accepting that they're forgiven would be tied hand-in-hand with the process of learning to love themselves.

So in a summary of a very long answer: Sasharcy's relationship with forgiveness would probably be more of a personal acceptance struggle than anything else.

Hope this answers your question, and sorry for the essay lol

[safetycar-restart]

Esteban in the d/s AU.

He tries to pretend he doesn’t need you. Until Pierre, he’s been with teammates who are mostly dominant, if not outright dominant, so he felt like he never could lean on you the way he needed to. He did all the required sessions, but he felt that he was being ‘weak’ by going to you more than what was scheduled because his teammates never needed that extra support. You’ve been with the team since it was called Renault, but you haven’t been so busy the way you know other team-contracted Doms have been.

Until Pierre. Pierre learned to lean on his Dom at alphatauri because they were some of the only support he got. So he asks for extra sessions when he needs them. And you’re always available because Esteban has never done that. And he sees Pierre doing it and realizes it isn’t something to be ashamed of because Pierre isn’t acting like it is, and and first Esteban might think that’s a front Pierre puts on but Pierre doesn’t just act like that when he knows Esteban can see, he’s requesting sessions through team management sometimes, it’s not always in the open.

Eventually, Esteban gets desperate enough to request a session outside of his regularly scheduled ones and it helps him so much. He requests another two the following race weekend. It’s Monaco. He gets a podium.

Ok so I was emptying out my askbox and how the fuck did I miss this?? This is incredible?? I can't believe I haven't answered this yet, we need to discuss this concept more oh my god.

So firstly, poor este being surrounded by doms. He's already had to fight twice as hard as his peers to be recognised and respected because of his sub status, so there was no way he was going to let himself seem weaker than he already was. He knew he couldnt be needy or desperate, couldnt allow himself to be seen that way.

And the worst part is that he LOVES his scenes with you? It was different at Force India, he didnt bond with that dom or feel comfortable with them.

But then he joined Renault and you became his team dom and he just... he loves scening with you so much. For the first time he's counting down the days until he can scene with you again, fantasising about being able to kneel for you whenever he wanted to. He finds himself nearly in tears when his aftercare is finished and he has to leave, has to stop himself from begging you to let him stay.

The first indication that Pierre is very different with you is when he finds out Pierre stays the night more often than not? He hears you and Pierre discussing when he'll scene with you next, and you remind him to tell his trainer to drop his dinner off at you hotel room.

He's confused about why Pierre would be having dinner in your hotel room and when he asks Pierre about it, Pierre is confused about why esteban isnt.

"You seriously leave immediately?" Pierre asks, shocked, "I stay the night. Just relaxing in a light subspace is the best part!"

Esteban doesn't know what to do with that information, and then he later hears Pierre arranging an extra scene with you. He realises Pierre does this all the time, that he just asks you for what he needs and you give it to him, even though it's above what's required.

He has to work up the courage to ask for that himself, especially because it's been years with you as his team dom by this point and he's never asked before, so he feels like he can't suddenly do it now.

But he needs it so bad? He's filled with restless energy and he knows he won't be able to sleep properly that night and he wants to sub so bad that his heart aches.

When he does ask, he stutters his way through the question in a bastardised mix of French and English and has to try two more times before you even realise what he's asking.

And then you just pull him into a hug, telling him you're so proud of him for asking for what he needs and that you would love to do a scene that night with him. You tell him that he should bring some PJs with just in case he decides to spend the night.

He loves every moment of that scene, and when it comes time to leave he even asks if he can stay, and he gets praised so much for speaking up.

[underratedandoverit]

Endings

~2,6k words penelope ford/kris statlander

we brain stormed something so hard with bugs today that i just had to write it like, immediately. we have a new rarepair in our hands fellas and we are going down hard for these gay girls lmao

i hope this makes sense and its worth something, ive been living in depression brain fog today so words are difficult, also its like half four in the morning and i didnt edit or really proofread this sssooo yeah. it is what it is, i dont think i can make it much better tbh, the brain rot was strong enough to help finish it so here 💜 (i also hope the ending is clear enough, but in case its not - its a string of texts sent by kris to whoever is holding this thing together with kip at the other end of this chain of events going down)

its wedding themed btw, so if thats not your cup of tea heres your warning!!

on ao3

@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Her heels frantically clicked against the floor, her steps clearly hurried as Penelope tried to gather the hems of her dress in her hands as she was moving, hoping she wouldn’t trip on any loose garments. Blue eyes darting around the hallways around her, trying to focus on the exit signs hanging on the ceiling level, trying to find the door leading outside.

She wasn’t sure how she ended up here, but Penelope knew she had to get out before she would regret this.

Finally pushing open the correct door, a wave of relief washed over her as Penelope spotted a familiar face outside. She stumbled out the door, barely keeping her balance in her heels as the steady hardwood flooring suddenly changed to a gravel pathway underneath her. She basically ran across the yard, not stopping until she almost crashed into Kris, Penelope being thankful that the strong arms of the other woman were able to keep her up on her feet.

“What are you doing out here?” Kris’ voice was laced with obvious concern, even more so as she spotted the half finished makeup on her face. “Is everything alright?”

“No.” Penelope didn’t need to say anything more, her heavy breathing and the frantic wide eyed gazes thrown around the yard being more than enough to give Kris the answer she needed. Her arm quickly wrapped around Penelope’s waist, keeping her upright as the woman dressed in white tried to catch her breath after the race she had just had with herself. “I need to get out of here.”

Kris’ eyes narrowed at her a little, but she didn’t question it. Penelope was clearly distressed, and as much as she would have liked to have more answers, Kris knew better than to ask anything right now. Instead she just nodded her head, letting Penelope lead the way – she knew better than Kris did with what she wanted and needed right now, and where she wanted to be.

Her steps were still hurried, it being very clear that Penelope just wanted to get off the area as soon as possible. Kris didn’t question it, just followed her lead, following in her suit as Penelope walked them to the parking lot, bee-lining for Kris’ car. Kris let her in the passenger seat without a word, only after closing the door glancing around herself. The parking lot was empty apart from the two of them, it being fairly obvious that despite the amount of people that were supposed to be here today, everyone else was inside or somewhere else in the yard. It was only the two of them out here, and Penelope was lucky to have caught her outside, or who knows where she would have ended up in her frantic running by herself.

Kris quickly slipped in the car as well, trying to keep it calm as she fished her keys from her bag, eventually starting the car and getting them out of the parking lot. Almost as soon as they left the driveway there, she could hear Penelope’s breathing easing a little, her deep exhales calming a bit by bit as she relaxed on her seat as moments passed her by.

Penelope’s eyes stared out the window, the tree lines passing them by calming her a little bit. At least unlike them, when she changed her mind about growing her roots together with someone else, she was able to escape. The trees, they were stuck there, until cut down and removed. At least she had options, she thought, letting out a little sigh as it was finally sinking in what she was doing here.

She could feel Kris stealing looks towards her, but the brunette didn’t say anything. The silence was more comfortable than it was not, and Penelope was very thankful for it. Even after everything, Kris was someone she could trust to help her out, no extra questions asked or pressure being put onto her about when, what, or why. At least for now, Penelope knew eventually she would have to answer for something, especially if other people started to reach out to ask those questions when they realized they were both gone from the venue.

After a while Kris pulled the car over to a rest stop. As the vehicle came to a halt, Penelope finally looked at her. Kris didn’t look mad, or even disappointed, she was more curious than anything else. The small smile she sent to her was still soft, almost comforting, basically wordlessly begging Penelope to talk to her, asking her questions that she needed answers to.

“I…” She almost immediately regretted saying anything, eyes darting out the window to scan the tree lines again. Penelope could hear faint buzzing coming from Kris’ bag, presumably her phone as someone might have already noticed that they were gone. “I can’t… I can’t do it.”

Kris took her eyes off of her for a moment, digging her phone into her hands to check the incoming texts, confirming Penelope’s suspicions as she turned back towards her, watching Kris type up a few words before dropping the phone back into her bag. The eyes looking back at her were still understanding, but now Penelope was sure she could see a hint of sadness in them.

She didn’t blame Kris though. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, and it was very obvious now that it wasn’t actually going to be.

“How long?”

Penelope blinked at her blankly, processing the question for a moment before Kris repeated it. “How long have you known that you don’t want to do this?”

“About… About a month.”

Kris nodded, glancing back at her bag as her phone buzzed again. Now Penelope was sure they were being missed by the rest of the bridal party. “When we first did the in-ring wedding. It felt weird then, but I just thought it was because it was being televised or because I was nervous about it or something. But no, it’s… It’s actually because I don’t want to marry him.”

“And you didn’t tell him?”

Penelope shrugged, avoiding eye contact as she looked outside the window again. “I tried. Kip always said it was just because I was nervous, and that it would be okay. He was so excited about all of this, I didn’t think much more of it.”

She sighed, carefully brushing her hand through the free coils of her platinum hair, biting her pink painted lower lip a little bit. “And then I saw him in that suit all happy and excited back there and I… I just couldn’t. I had to get out.”

Kris nodded again, hand reaching for her phone again as it wouldn’t stop buzzing at her. Penelope watched her type in a few more messages, giving her some more time to breath and organize her thoughts. Not that she really needed to, Penelope was already sure that she didn’t want to do this. That she didn’t want to go back, to face the rest of the party, to face her fiancé. Well… From this point forward ex fiancé, to be precise.

And no amount of time was going to change her mind about it, when she had honestly doubted it since the very beginning, just being too afraid to actually say anything about it. Why, she wasn’t sure. Maybe at some point in time Penelope had wanted to do it, get married with Kip and start a life and a family, but the closer that time came the more she doubted herself about it after all. Everyone around her didn’t seem to notice, and the people she mentioned it to just told her she was nervous about finally being a bride, especially with a public wedding first and a private one second, and that’s all.

She should have just trusted her guts about it, and Penelope was more mad at herself for letting it all go this far than for anyone pushing her to keep going with it and not taking her seriously about it.

Until Kris came along and was willing to take her away from the venue on her actual wedding day without getting any explanations beforehand.

“So… What now?”

Penelope shrugged, motioning a little bit towards Kris with her hand. “I don’t know. You’re the driver. I guess it’s your choice if you want to take me back there or not.”

Contemplating her options Kris pushed her phone away once more, her hands grabbing onto the steering wheel, fingers tapping against it as she thought a little.

“Did you really just not want to marry him?”

Penelope looked at her, watching as this time Kris glanced around the empty road and tree lines surrounding the two of them, clearly curious but at the same time somewhat uncomfortable asking the question, no matter how important it sounded. “Or was there… Something else?”

Penelope’s brows furrowed but she stayed silent, Kris just shrugging her shoulders a little bit as she could feel the eyes of the blonde on her, almost waiting for a follow up to her question. “I mean… I thought you two were doing great together. Kip has been talking about how over the moon he is for you and everything, so… It’s just kind of odd to suddenly hear all of this. Especially when you haven’t mentioned any of it before, either.”

Yeah… Yeah she was a bit guilty about that. As close of friends as they were with Kris, Penelope just had found this topic to be very difficult to talk about with basically anyone.

Let alone with someone who she had been more than sure enough even before today that she felt something more than a strong friendship for.

“There might… Have been other reasons.”

She was hoping the half done makeup did its job of covering her blushing cheeks as Kris suddenly whipped her face towards her, eyes almost glistening with interest as she scanned the blonde’s face, trying to find the hints on it before asking her question.

“Is it Allie?”

Penelope blinked at her, clearly taken aback by the sudden question. “A-allie? No, it’s not Allie, what does she have to do with anything?”

Kris’ eyes narrowed, the cogs in her brain clearly now turning. “…Orange? It has something to do with Orange, right?”

“What are you talking about?”

Kris leaned back on her seat, arms crossing over her chest as she pouted a little. “Well there has to be some reason why you changed your mind so suddenly! And usually that ‘some reason’ is someone, so I’m just trying to figure this out!”

“Will you stop before you even start, please?”

“Then tell me, who is it?”

“That’s not important --”

“You left a man at the altar, I think it’s pretty important!”

“I don’t --”

“If there is someone, I think someone should know about it!”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Penelope, please.”

“…You.”

Kris stared back at her, watching as Penelope inhaled deeply, eyes turning away from the brunette as she bit her lip a little, clearly having given up this war of words that she knew she wasn’t going to win against Kris. “It’s… It’s you. It’s been you for a long time now.”

The truth was now eventually going to come out at some point, so at least Kris should hear it directly from her and not secondhand elsewhere.

“What…” Kris shook her head a little, trying to register the words that had been just said in the heat of the moment so suddenly. “What do you… What do you mean?”

“Since the first day I met you.”

Penelope didn’t look back at her, but she could feel Kris’ wide eyes burning holes to the side of her face. “I… I think I always knew whatever this was with Kip wouldn’t last. But I thought if I tried to commit to it, maybe it would work out after all. But then you came back and I knew I should have said no when he proposed but I thought…”

Her voice trailed off. Not that there was much that needed to be said, the situation was becoming fairly obvious to Kris, now that Penelope had finally found some words for all of it.

“And… And I wasn’t sure if leaving him would have been worth it because I didn’t know how you… You know.”

She finally looked back at Kris, the brunette pondering over the sudden confession that had been thrown at her. The last thing she had expected coming to a wedding was the bride confessing her love to her out of all people, and not saying “I do” to the man she was supposed to marry. And yet there they were, sitting in her car, running away from all of these arrangements, having this conversation where Penelope was basically admitting to three years of bad decisions and buried feelings.

“So I guess… This is the part where it’s up to you how this chapter ends.” Penelope locked eyes with Kris, not being able to read much else than confusion out of her expression. “Where we go. What we do. Or what we don’t do. I… I have nothing left to lose. It’s up to you.”

Kris looked at her, the obvious shame and guilt painted all over the blonde’s face as Penelope tried her best to retain eye contact, clearly wanting to break it up though. There was something very sincere in her, Kris had to admit that, and honestly… Under different circumstances she was sure she would have already said something. Done something. Right now the moment was a little bit awkward, but at the same time…

“I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this before.”

Penelope looked at her, head tilting slightly in confusion as she watched Kris lean slightly towards her, a soft smile crossing the brunette’s lips. “If I said I wasn’t slightly jealous when I heard you and Kip got engaged. I didn’t think I’d ever stand a chance but I was still jealous about it.”

Penelope could feel her cheeks heating up, her mind having a hard time believing the words she was hearing, even after everything. Surely, she was talking about Kip, right?

“At least we could still be friends. Not that it helped a lot with the way I felt about you, but --”

Before Kris could finish her sentence, Penelope reached forwards, hands gently but firmly grabbing the back of her head, pulling the brunette closer and locking their lips together. Kris didn’t resist, she smiled a bit against the sudden show of affection, her hands reaching over to Penelope to mirror the hold she had on her, slowly responding to the soft kiss.

After a brief moment Penelope pulls back first, staying close as she observes Kris’ surprisingly calm demeanor compared to her flustered face, getting a soft giggle back from the brunette.

“I… I guess that settles where this story goes next, huh?”

Penelope nodded quickly, Kris leaning back closer, closing the gap between them as she stole another kiss on the blonde’s lips. “I’m sorry you’re not getting your fairy tale ending, but --”

“No,” Penelope whispered, mimicking her motions as she silenced Kris with a quick kiss of her own. “This is better. So, so much better.”

She said she loved me. She had as long as she’s known me, actually. She didn’t want to break his heart, but didn’t know how to tell him. She wanted to tell him she’s sorry. She’s really, really sorry she couldn’t do this sooner. She loves him, but in a different way. She hopes he can forgive her. I… I do love her though. I really, really do. Tell him I’m sorry too.

[mojaves]

seb question: has he ever taken his cat out for a walk. what would his ex think about his cat. what's seb's favorite thing to do during his free time

it's more a case of has mr stromboli ever taken him for a walk. and the answer is yes. if he sees something he wants he is Dragging seb there immediately, even if it means dragging the poor man across the ground. mr stromboli isn't even a particularly Strong cat by any means. seb just HAS to go along with it or he will start screaming the walls down.

as much as alana [seb's ex-wife!!!!] would like cats, she would NEVER!!! want one herself. because of the time and effort and money and the cat hairs and the litter boxes and. basically if he got mr stromboli while they were together, she would have complained the ENTIRE time and he wouldve only been allowed in one room in the apartment and seb would have to do EVERYTHING [which he wouldve been more than happy to do!!!] which also includes removing every single individual cat hair from the whole apartment because she's "allergic" [clearly a lie but seb would fall for it. unfortunately]. basically. visually?? alana would adore mr stromboli, but in any other way she would hate that little round beast. which is the highest form of disrespect, to seb.

seb has a lot of little hobbies!! namely making jewellery out of little bits of wire and nails and bolts etc etc. lots of very intricate metalworking!! my Favourite example of this is the fact that he made his and his husband's engagement/wedding rings out of two bullets [that said husband, cassidy, tried to kill him with!! but he missed <333 TWICE!!!! and thats how they first met!] which is honestly such a fun thing to think about on its own,, the weight behind it,,, but thats not what this question is about. ANYWAY. he also does bits of woodworking, playing the piano or guitar, and fixing up old cars! he just needs to keep his hands busy at all tikmes, because if theyre busy, then his brain is also busy, so he's far less likely to slip into a dissociative state of sorts, bc that could end badly for him. this also turns into him forcing himself to stay busy doing things almost 24/7 which is NOT!! healthy. it just allowed him to push all his problems to the side so he didnt have to deal with them. very bad coping mechanism! i mean he was having fun but. at what cost. yknow.

[anonymousdanganronpaconfessions]

its a big fuckin' dumbbell, its got five weights on both sides, even if they're only a pound each thats TEN pounds you'd have to lift up, completely different then a BOTTLE and a HAMMER, being out at night immediately disqualifies ishimaru because he fucking wouldnt without a REALLY good reason and he's very open about wanting to share the motives, why would he do it? Plus his reaction is way too intense to be fake. Sakura also has a very strong reaction had no fucking clue about the protein spill and you figure out the rooms were swapped preeetty quickly if you're paying any attention to the crime scene as the fact they need to have gotten into BOTH rooms is called out VERY explicitly, Kyoko would never be so sloppy in her goddamn life, we KNOW makoto didnt do it. Even if you don't count the weights its still very visibly looking heavy.

They leaves celeste, aoi, togami, toko, hifumi, mondo, and hagakure. Celeste while possible doesn't really seem the type for such a brute force murder, aoi has shown no real warning signs like sayakas "oh you'd do anything to help me escape right?", Toko is the really really obvious red herring, Togami is the second less obvious red herring, hifumi is very questionable if he can lift the thing because even if it is pretty light hes the fat nerd archetype i think if its in the shape of a dumbbell the laws of the universe will not allow him to pick it up no matter how light it is, and hagakure is a bit too paranoid for me to buy him casually out at night and especially in the locker rooms.

Mondo is the ONLY reasonable answer once you realize he has the strength to do it, the connection to chihiro, was pretty worried about the motive, and when more details are shown of how he did it, the only one who could have known those details. You can rationalize out Mondo very easily, and the case is all about pinning it to something more concrete.

I'm probably not going to keep answering but I do want to say this is the funniest possible way to have an argument ever and I will be laughing about doing this for weeks because its all very silly

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[steviesbicrisis]

I was thinking about the bnha au annd ( if you dont mind) i want to see what quirks will have the gang

Eddie will has a bat quirk (of course) maybe something like hawks or tokoyami, or maybe something like he has to consume blood to use his quirk? (because he is a "villain")

Steve is complicate, because his thing is that he´s strong, but i like to think that something like kirishima´s quirk? you know, to protect people, maybe he can deflect blows to him? but that sounds weird

Robin maybe will has a support quirk, because she´s clumsy and can´t run. She can see patterns or something like that? or see a bit of the future, like nighteye and because that she is so nervous??

And Nancy maybe something she didnt used for combat until she needed it? I was thinking on perfect aim and she used it for take photos but taking photos is a jonathan thing so im not sure

Sorry if this doesnt has sense and my english sucks. I really liked your idea!

First off, never apologize for your English!! I can understand you just fine + it's not my first language either so I could never judge you ;) I wanna give you a well-thought answer because I love this input!

Eddie Munson Quirk: bloodsucker. The name is pretty self-explanatory, his quirk is activated by drinking the tiniest amount of blood but the more he drinks it, the stronger he gets. He hasn't discovered yet all the powers he could get but some of those include: super hearing, getting a pair of bat wings, sharper teeth and fangs, and becoming a full bat. Weaknesses: the more bat-alike powers he gets, he also gets deficits like bad eyesight, being weaker under the sunlight, the inability to speak (he can only make high-pitched noises) and a desire to hunt hard to control. Hero costume: obviously, he has a black cape, not only for the aesthetic but also to protect him from the sun. His belt is equipped with blood vials ready to be drank and a pair of glasses to help him out when his eyesight gets worse. Other notes: if the need for blood (like Toga) wasn't enough to make him villain-like, losing control and going full predator scares people off. He has never hurt anyone but one time he got pretty close. He isn't bloodthirsty when in human form, but the more blood he drinks the more blood he wants.

Steve Harrington Quirk: magnetic force. Steve can make his whole body turn into steel but also attract any type of metal around him. He uses his quirk to attract the enemies or their attacks toward him and then absorbs them in his steel form. The steel form also makes him stronger. Weaknesses: he can hold his steel form only for a certain amount of time. The magnetic power still works when he's in human form, only weaker. He takes a bad habit to attract and take hits for his allies even if he can't use the steel form to absorb them. Hero costume: he's equipped with metal bracelets he can throw to his enemies in case they have no metal on them: they latch to arms/legs and then Steve can use his quirk on them. Other notes: being used to taking hits for others, he has a high tolerance for pain. He's stubborn and doesn't listen when people tell him to take it easy, Robin especially because she can predict when Steve will go too far. His blood contains high levels of iron, so it's very nutritious for Eddie.

Robin Buckley Quirk: Oracle. Her quirk is still a mystery to her and her doctors. She gets prophetic messages in her head but they're hard to decipher so she spends most of her time in the library trying to solve the riddle in her head. She can sense the immediate intentions of people when they're about to make a decision and whatever the consequences will be. Weaknesses: her quirk is unpredictable, time and mind consuming. Her prophecies could be about a new Villain as much as about what she should get for dinner, but she never knows until she deciphers the clues. Her quirk isn't much help on battlegrounds so she usually stays back and gives advice based on the intentions she feels coming from the enemy. Hero costume: she carries a crystal ball which is completely useless but adds to the aesthetic. She has a blindfold she wears to help her focus on her predictions. She also carries a notebook with the main facts she might need to solve a prophecy. Other notes: she comes across as a super indecisive person, she actually sees the consequences of her own choices before making them so she takes a little time to try out all of her options.

Nancy Wheeler (I couldn't think of anything different from what I already wrote in my other post, I hope it's okay T.T) Quirk: Sniping. Everything she throws always lands where she wants it to, she has to stare at the target she wants to hit until she hits it. Weaknesses: her quirk is effective only if she can keep eye contact with the target, even blinking once makes her throws/hits ineffective. She has to see clearly her target, and the more she uses her quirk the less precise she gets. Hero costume: she wears glasses that protect her eyes and help her see long-distance targets. She carries different types of weapons, her favorite being guns. Other notes: sometimes she would practice her quirk with Steve, she would aim bullets at her target and he would try to attract them away from it. Her quirk was effective 99% of the time (that 1% was Steve getting hit by the bullet, making them decide to never try it again).

Loved thinking of these!! honestly I could do this all day, I wish I had the talent to draw them in hero costumes and make proper profiles ahahah thank you for this ask <3

[nd-babblinggoblinfromthevoid]

Seeing some other users pop up who also have pots, and reading their past and current struggles has inspired me to write a little about my experience. (From what I remember anyway.)

Just in case, tw/cw pregnancy loss is mentioned.

My symptoms started right smack at 13. I had always been slightly heat sensitive but not enough to really think about it. Then I turned 13 and it was like I was burning constantly. But also, even when I was hot, my extremities would still sometimes be ice cold.

I fainted in the shower, daily. I almost always felt it coming beforehand. The sudden dizziness and weakness. It was my normal routine to feel that, lie down, black out, wake up, then resume my shower. (Usually 5-15 minute black outs)

I knew something was wrong, but I was a young teen. My thoughts were "too scared to address it" and "I'm just being a baby" and "What doctor is gonna believe a teenager these days". So I suffered through it.

It was horrible. My teen years were riddled with unnoticed tachycardic episodes brushed off as "you're out of shape" and "just push past it". Meanwhile i felt like i was dying.

I know teenagers biologically need more rest, but i was chronically fatigued and of course, "lazy teenager" label got thrown at me constantly. I tried to stay active, productive, but it got harder and harder. (Not knowing I also struggled bcuz of audhd but that subject is touched on in a previous post.)

When I really branched out into life and into the workplace at 18/19, it hit me that this wasn't going away. This wasn't a weird teenage thing i was experiencing.

I could work, but was significantly more exhausted than my coworkers and the only one ever to stop a lot, Cool down, rest. Drove managers nuts because "you're too young to be this way" was said to me constantly.

Through a few job changes in my early twenties it got harder and harder to work. Exhaustion. Overheating. Tachycardia. I fainted at work idk how many times during a really bad streak.

On top of pots brain fog, I'm audhd (which i didnt know until mid-late twenties) so my brain just doesn't brain for me and all I had going for me were labor jobs. That's all i had. That's all i knew i could do.... and i was slowly becoming unable to do that.

I didnt push to see a cardiologist until i got pregnant with my first child. I was terrified. That pregnancy exacerbated my pots and i thought that pregnancy was going to kill me. If it didnt, then giving birth would. My resting hr was regularly in the 140s/150s and i was fainting/near fainting all the time.

But i saw a dick of a cardiologist who nearly immediately dismissed me as a hysterical pregnant woman who just had anxiety. Even in our first consult appointment he was already very not hiding the fact that he wasn't taking my concerns seriously. Even after I told him these symptoms weren't just popping up during pregnancy. That it'd been most of my life. (In one ear out the other let me tell you)

I suffered horribly through that pregnancy not knowing i also had pots so my heartrate and blood pressure were bonkers whenever i went to appointments, not knowing that i only had high bp bcuz they'd check it after I'd sat down in the lobby, stood up, then immediately sat down in a room. Which as y'all know fucks hr/bp and all that without being pregnant. But we didn't know. And the only dr I'd seen, dismissed me.

I thankfully got through the pregnancy and all was well. My symptoms went back to pre-pregnancy intensity. Life, a loss in between, and another full pregnancy happened. This time my pots didn't overly act up. I only struggled bcuz that baby was a biggg one.

After recovering from my 2nd birth i thought for months about everything. My health. My life with my kids. How i was sick of not having answers. Sick of how that first dr treated me. So i told my primary all of this and she sent me to the same heart institute, but a different dr.

NOW THIS DR LET ME TELL YOU.

From the GETGO the vibe was different. He listened. Talked with/to me not AT me. Actually listened with the intention of listening and absorbing the information, not listening with the intent to say whatever he was already wanting to say and just waiting until i stopped talking (like the previous dr)

He took me seriously. After info dumping my 16 years of suffering he was already ready to get testing done and scheduled and i nearly cried when he left the room because HE LISTENED HE TOOK ME SERIOUSLY.

I had my testing done (tilt and breathing) and he saw me for the followup but they hadnt gotten the results back so he pushed the dept for the results and one hour after that appointment, he called me and said basically "yea you failed the test almost immediately and your results were consistent through the whole thing so I'm proceeding with the diagnosis of pots"

He explained the basic no cure but you can try xyz to help and you need to listen to your body when it's having symptoms dont ignore it to your detriment. All that.

I hung up. And cried all evening/night. Happy tears. Tears of relief. I got my answer. I was listened to. I actually got through it. But also tears of grief. For the girl who suffered. For the young woman who thought she was gonna die during pregnancy/birth.

I'd had (and still slip into sometimes) a harsh mindset of self hate for years. Why am i so lazy. Why am i so weak. Pathetic. Etc. It just spiralled all the time and pots + audhd is a shitty mix and to be approaching 30, with answers I've wanted and needed for half of my life.... I just... uff da! It's a lot.

I was diagnosed February of this year. So it's still kind of fresh for me. I'm still trying to find what works for me officially to navigate it. But I definitely am trying to give myself grace for all the years I thought everything was my fault. Or that I just wasnt trying hard enough.

I'm sure I've missed some things but my memory of my life is really patchy from audhd and trauma. But I think this covers the bulk of it and feels good to info dump about life when, for most of it, I bottled everything.

[amysubmits]

hey there..

can i please get some suggestions or ideas/advice on how to rekindle or spice up my relationship with my Daddy? my Daddy and I are in a ldr as we live a few cities apart, so we dont get together as often but we do so occasionally. my Daddy says that i have been taking him and his presence for granted for a while now and that he and our dynamic gradually became less and less of a priority to me because i have so much on my plate, he says that for a while now i am either too busy for him or too tired that i dont give him the time and attention and put the effort into our relationship like i used to. he said he is been understanding and trying to overlook that for a long time but its beginning to bother him and he said he had to talk and communicate with me so we can do something about it. I know for sure that what he is saying is true and i just didnt see it until he talked about, i am not making excuses but yes i may have gotten too busy unintentionally but i wanna fix things. but i dont know how to do that while being in a ldr.. we have been together for almost 3 years and this is the first time something like this has happened so i am kind of at a loss on how to be creative in showing him in actions not just words that i appreciate him and that he and our dynamic is important to me like he told me he needs.

Hey :)

My read on this is that it sounds like he used to feel like you were prioritizing the dynamic, but that changed over time. Is that the case? If so, then I'd try to look at what things you've stopped doing since you got busy and see if you can work those things back in, because if losing those things are what has made him feel like less of a priority, then getting back to them is likely to fix it.

If you have certain expectations (rules or similar) that you have been sitting down when you're stressed or busy, it might be helpful to talk to him about that. If you're currently the one deciding when to skip a rule, maybe editing your dynamic so if you feel you need slack, you'd have to ask him for permission rather than deciding that on your own..but then of course you would need to make sure that he had a good understanding of your needs so that he wouldn't be 'forcing' you to stick with rules on days when you really need the slack. Even if you are making the decision yourself and think that is the best way to continue, it might be helpful to discuss what sorts of life events he feels justify skipping a rule and which ones don't.

If you want to do more than that, or if my read on that was incorrect, I'll also share some other ideas for things you might be able to do.

It's a little hard to give suggestions without knowing what your current dynamic includes, but I'll share some other ideas just in case something catches your eye?

See if there are small decisions in your daily life that you could give him control over via text or similar. It might be best to stick with daily or weekly decisions rather than ones that would be random and where he'd have to be able to immediately text back to answer. For example, maybe he could decide how you wear your hair each day, and he could tell you the day before how he wants you to wear it the next day.

Rituals. If there are times of the day where you both make each other available to each other you could use that time for some sort of daily ritual that reminds you of your D/s. Some people do a morning text and evening text where they use their D/s titles, for example. Or even if your schedules don't align well, you could set up a daily ritual that's something like...you're supposed to think about him while you take a shower and then text him to let him know what specifically you thought about that time, just to let him know he's on your mind.

You could look for times when you find yourself feeling indecisive, confused, overwhelmed, etc and try to use those opportunities to seek his leadership and guidance.

Kink or sex-related stuff. Obviously this is going to vary a ton depending on what you guys are into, but if they feel right maybe things like orgasm control, sending him pictures of yourself at set intervals, mutual masturbation or guided masturbation over the phone or video chat, etc.

If he ever mentions things he is struggling with, see if you can think of long-distance aways you could assist. For example, if he says he's tired and low on groceries you could offer to help him make a shopping list or meal plan. In general, when someone has struggles that can often result in an opportunity to serve.

You could ask him some questions to try to gain some insight into what really makes him tick as a dom. Questions like...what are some of your favorite memories where I made you feel really dominant? Or what aspects of my submission bring you the most joy, fulfillment, happiness, etc? Then try to do those things more often. Or ask him if there are any D/s-y things that he's seen that you guys haven't tried yet and see if you'd be open to his new ideas.

You may also check in with yourself and ask if there are any ideas related to D/s that you've been interested in or curious about but haven't admitted to him or haven't had a chance to explore yet...and then share those ideas with him and see if he'd be open to them. Sometimes sharing your own interests/desires can help them to feel your interest.

Hope something in here helps! It's great that you guys are communicating about your needs. :)

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Hey, I need your help.

My bf and I both experienced abuse in our childhood.

My bf is super sensitive with critique, he often believes to hear an criticizing undertone in my voice. I openly communicate when I am angry at him so this is first wrong and second unfair because I am doing my best to be clear and honest about my emotions.

And at some point he'll break down and tell me about everytime I critizised him during the last days and none of that was critiquing. And this makes me super careful around him. How to talk to someone, who's feels critizised basically by smalltalk? And when I am honestly angry at him, I talk it down. I say "I feel like X because when you did Y I would've prefered..." instead of "Hey, you were really unfair!" which I sometimes feel would be good for me. Being rightfully angry and expressing it. And I think debate is good in a relationship. But we can't debate. I feel we can't grow because we can't talk about the stuff that bothers me. He completely blocks me, whenever I want to discuss something with him. Which results in me being hurt over and over by the same actions of him. Not like abusive stuff.

We often get into debates, because he thinks he hears an undertone in my smalltalk and defends himself or attacks me which makes me (who's from my point of view attacked out of the blue) angry and our both anger grows and grows and we fight a lot. And the rare times in which we can talk about it later, it is clear that we talked past eachother or he believed I critizised him when I didnt.

So, this evening we were talking past each other and I felt really shitty because it put me in an uncomfortable situation. So I later told him "Hey, I know it wasn't on purpose, we were talking past each other, and I still felt uncomfortable when X happened. Could you please next time take care of Y?" and he immediately defended himself, by saying we weren't talking past each other, I just misunderstood him so how could he have known blablabla, and that I was attacking him. I understand him, I too was falsely accused so much in my childhood that I now have to be careful, not to label every critique I'm receiving as "falsely". But I can't tell him that because he would believe I attack him etc you get the point.

And I am honestly hurt too. This reminds me too much of my childhood and said being accused for something I didn't do. In this case, criticising him.

How shall I talk to him? I asked him that question too but he has no idea (and honestly doesn't self reflect as much as I believe is necessary for someone with a complex trauma) so I don't expect any answer from him.

To sum it up; My bf believes I critizise him all the time which leads to senseless fights and when I am really angry, we can't debate it.

Hi anon,

Firstly I'm sorry to hear about what's going on and what you've been through. I'd just like to share with you this ask I answered about what a healthy relationship looks like for reference.

I don't know how long you guys have been together, but it's a pretty critical issue that he seemingly can't take any level of criticism, even if that's due to trauma. It sounds like there's not only a communication barrier, but in trust as well. Because it sounds like he doesn't trust you enough to not feel attacked by you.

I would ask to sit down and talk with him. I would remind him I love him, that I would never want to hurt him, and apologize for the times he felt hurt or attacked by what I've said. I would confess that I don't know how to approach conversations where I want to talk about improvements we could make or some problems that need attention and work, and ask him how he would like to be approached. Like, ask him what you should say if you need to talk about an issue you're having with him. I think asking him what you should say could not only make him feel heard, but it could give you the framework to have necessary discussions with him in a way that won't set him off.

If that doesn't work, I would recommend looking into couple's counseling. Because it sounds like you both have trauma that are triggering each other (criticism makes him feel attacked due to trauma, you feel wrongly accused partly due to trauma) and I think the mediation of a mental health professional may be able to help resolve some things between you two. That being said, it's possible that he may feel attacked by suggesting to get couple's counseling, and it might not also be affordable or accessible.

Worst comes to worst, consider if this relationship is really benefiting you.

Hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun