#this really isn’t aimed at anyone I’ve been thinking this since I started on this site

[mickeym4ndy]

I’m not a Mickey fan who thinks he’s done no wrong or excuses all of his actions, but If I have to see one more post hating on/ being overly critical of Mickey by someone who thinks Ian is angel baby cupcakes that can do no wrong I’m gonna SCREAM I’m sorry. There are reasons to dislike every character in Shameless but there are some takes on this site where people nitpick at Mickey’s every action yet excuse so many of Ian’s. They’ve both done bad things to each other, neither of them are perfect.

[thatblackravenclaw]

The Date

Blog Details + My Library

Neville Longbottom x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warning(s): fluff, cursing, smut-ish, dry humping-ish, not proofread

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I can’t believe I agreed to another blind date. Tiffany owes me a lifetime of Cauldron Cakes if this doesn’t work out. The last time I went to one of these, she set me up with Justin Finch of all people and all he did was talk about himself. I just drank Butterbeer until he become barely. The date finally ended about two, agonizing hours later. As soon as we got back in the castle, we went our separate ways and I have not talked to him since.

Now, I’m sitting in Madam Puddifoot’s, in a corner, ten minutes early, trying to guess who my mystery date is. Tiff knows pretty much everyone at Hogwarts so it could be anybody really, but she only dates tools so I doubt it’ll be anyone good.

Five minutes go by before I hear the bell above the front door ring. It’s Neville. He looks a bit nervous. This is honestly the last place I thought I would see him. It’s not a very crowded place, so it’s good for an introverted person like him, but it’s a bit.. girly for him. But since he’s here, I can’t help but admire him. He’s gotten taller since we first got to university. He towers over a good amount of people at school. Even some of the professors.

His eyes wander around the room as if he’s looking for someone. Considering the only single person in here is me, I’m guessing that I’m his date. I get up from the table and walk over to him. His height is definitely intimidating up close, but his shyness makes it less intimidating.

“Hi Neville,” I say as gently as possible. I guess it works since I can visibly see him relax.

“Hi y/n,” He says not quite at a normal tone, but not a whisper either.

“I guess I’m your date,” A small smile wipes on my face. He nods his head, and we walk to where I was sat.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I ordered an herbal tea. That alright?” I ask as we sit down. He nods his head again and I nod in acknowledgement.

It’s quiet for a bit before Madam Puddifoot comes back with our tea.

“Anything else for you dearies?” I look over at him to see if he wants anything.

“Ginger Newts? Please?” She warmly smiles at him and toddles to the back. The quietness takes over again. I reach a hand over and hold his.

“You don’t have to be nervous Nev. It’s just me.” His eyes soften and he lets out an exhale.

“Y-You’re actually the prettiest girl in our grade.” My smile can’t help but widen at getting a full sentence out of him.

“Only in our grade? Damn, looks like I gotta aim for prettiest in the school.” He smiles at that, and we drink our tea.

The conversation goes smoothly after that. He loosened up. Even started telling some jokes. I laughed so hard that people started looking over in our corner. We would just shush each other and continue laughing. As we finished the tea and Ginger Newts, we decided to go walk around outside. The snow hasn’t hit us quite yet, so the weather is bearable. I learned that he loves Herbology. He has almost every type of plant at his house. He learned that I had a crush on him from our 1st to our 3rd year. The time went by fast. Too fast.

We barely make curfew as we stumble in. Our laughing turns into hushed tones, but smiles stay upon our faces.

“Do you want to come to my room? I think Harry and Ron said something about going to Hagrid’s and Dean and Seamus snuck off somewhe-“

“Are you trying to get me into your bed Neville?” My tone is teasing, but his face still turns red.

“No! No! I just thought-“

“You’re okay Neville. Let’s go. I’ve always been curious as to what boy’s dorm rooms look like.” I take his hand and lead him to Gryffindor tower. The walk isn’t long. That’s a lie, it’s very long. Especially with all the steps, but being with him made it go by faster. We continued talking, kind of loudly, while the painting looked at us with disdain.

There aren’t many people in the common room. A few stragglers. Dean and Seamus are there, but they’re so wrapped up in each other that they don’t even notice Neville and I walking upstairs. He opens the door and sure enough we’re the only ones there. I walk all the way in and take a look around. It looks a bit different than the girls dorms. It also smells a bit different than the girls dorm. I can tell the one in the middle is Harry’s. Seems fitting as he’s “the chosen one”. Whatever that means. I look back and see Neville standing next to a bed.

“I’m assuming this one is yours?”

He nods.

“Wanna sit?”

He nods again. I walk over and sit down while he’s unmoving.

“Nev, I thought we got over the shyness?” I pat the spot next to me and wait for him to sit down. Once he does, I hold his hands and look at him.

“Have you ever been with a girl Neville?” He shakes his head no. I lift a hand to his cheek and look into his eyes.

“Do you want to?” He doesn’t say anything. Almost like he’s frozen.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything, but if you do, I need a verbal answer.”

“I,” he clears his throat, “I do.” I smile and lean in closer to him. My nose lightly bumps his before I peck his lips. I lean back to assess how he’s feeling. His eyes are still close, and his lips are slightly puckered, stuck in this kiss. I chuckle and lean back in. I reconnect our lips and at that moment swear that I will study every day as long as I get kiss Neville for the rest of my life. He says he’s never been with a girl but the way his lips move against mine tell me differently.

My legs straddle his lap, and my hands move down to the side of his neck. I can tell he’s hesitant to do anything else, so I help him by wrapping his arms around my waist. His arms tighten around me, bringing up closer. I move a bit to settle on his lap and feel a slight bulge meet my clothed core. Our lips momentarily part, but not by much. He groans against my lips and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds to ever reach my ears.

I kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck. He shudders underneath me which motivates me more. I remove myself from his lap and stand up. My top is first to go. His eyes are darkened as they stare at my figure. I raise my blouse slowly above my head. Only left in my lilac lace bra, I slowly unbuckle the belt to my jeans. I move them down my thighs and they fall down to my feet, revealing the matching panties.

“You gonna leave me half-naked by myself?” I tease. He gets up and takes his clothes off in record time. I try not to laugh so I don’t ruin the moment, but the way he almost trips on his trousers has me smiling to myself.

I take my place back on his lap and roll my hips against his crotch. My lips reconnect to his neck, and I kiss around until I find what I’m looking for.

“Fuck me,” I hear escape his lips.

Found it.

I suck on it while continuing to roll my hips. His noises become whimpers which goes straight down to my pussy.

“Can we- fuck. Can we try something?” I nod my head yes while slowing down my motions. His hands take a hold of my hips and bring me to a complete stop. I whimper at the loss of friction. My eyes move with the motion of his hands. He pulls his dick from his briefs and moves my panties to the side. He runs a finger through my folds and collects my slick, groaning at the feeling. He takes his finger and rubs it over his tip. It’s my turn to groan. I think I know what his idea was.

I wait until he moves his finger to place my pussy right on his shaft. He closes his eyes and I take the chance to place my lips on his. His arms take their rightful place back around my waist and I continue rocking my hips. His tip brushes up against my clit and I can’t help but to moan into his mouth. I rock a bit faster, and I feel him throbbing underneath me. I pull back reluctantly to catch a breath and his lips chase after mine. I’m embarrassed to admit how much that one simple thing turned me on. One more hip roll and my orgasm unexpectedly washes over me. I shudder and collapse into his figure but don’t stop. The overstimulation has me moaning in his ear. His hips start to roll up and meet mine. His soft moaning turns becoming louder, mixing with mine. His hold tightens and then his hips shudder to a stop. The sound he makes, makes me want to go a second round.

He loosens his hold and I look down in between us. His cum is still coming out in spurts. The sight alone should be in a porno. I take my index finger and swipe a bit of cum. My eyes close as the tanginess hits my tongue. The sound of the doorknob makes us turn our heads in sync. I reach over for my wand and close his curtains around us.

“Who’s been fucking in here? Damn!” Dean exclaims from the doorway. I hide my face in Neville’s neck as we silently laugh.

[ozwuv]

I love your art! So, I was wondering if you have any drawing tips you could give?

Hiii thank you so much for the kind words, I am really glad you like it!!! :’3

As far as tips, this is kind of a broad question that I think it varies widely in terms of how you want your art to look. Personally, my main priorities are fluidity and character interaction, so that’s what I focus on even though it means I don’t really draw elaborate backgrounds and such. I’m sure I could become better at other things if I tried, but I’m not a professional nor am I trying to be, so I just focus on what’s fun to me.

Putting the rest of this under a cut bc it's gonna be long

As for actual advice, I have three big rules which I think have helped me continue to enjoy drawing as long as I have, which is the most important thing to me. I started drawing as soon as I could hold a pencil, and it's been my main outlet for good and bad times throughout my whole life (I am 26 now). Other people liking what I draw is a treat, but as long as I have fun, that’s ultimately what matters to me. That said, please keep in mind I am speaking solely for myself here since everyone draws for different reasons and in different ways.

The first thing is avoiding perfectionism at all costs when drawing, because it sucks the fun out of the process and ruins the visual fluidity in whatever I’m working on. An example of this is that I don’t like to go back and revise lines I’ve already placed, because the more I try to polish them, the stiffer they look. Even in digital art I try to roll with mistakes instead of erasing, or just completely undo the line I placed and try again. 

The other thing is something I actually picked up from dog training which is arguably my biggest passion in life. There’s a common saying amongst dog trainers: No “one more time” — which essentially means that when find yourself thinking “one more time,” you need switch gears immediately and do something else because you have hit your frustration threshold and every attempt from then on will be frustrating & counterproductive for both you and the dog. 

This applies to pretty much every aspect of life for me, but it made a huuuge difference when I started to consider it within the context of drawing. If I just stop whatever I’m frustrated with and go back to it later, 99% of the time I can pinpoint exactly what bothered me and how I could have fixed it. I’m typically not the type to work on something over various sittings, so even if I don’t finish the picture I was working on after coming back to it, being able to pinpoint what went wrong about it is a lesson I can apply to whatever I work on next.

The third rule ties into the last one, which is just not pushing myself. If I’m not having fun with a drawing anymore, I’m not going to force it. If it’s not coming out the way I want it to, I’m not gonna push it. Any time I've pushed through frustration to finish something, I wound up disliking how it came out. This isn’t really realistic for someone who is a professional (or aiming to be), but for me who just likes drawing anime characters for fun, it’s perfect. Because of this, I haven’t dealt with constant art blocks like I used to. I definitely still have them, but they're usually brief and not distressing to me. I feel like I’ve kind of stagnated the past several years, but at the end of the day I have a blast when I draw and that’s all that matters to me!

There's a common sentiment that everybody hates/is embarrassed of the things they drew in the past or even right after finishing and/or posting them. But it doesn't have to be like that, and imo it shouldn't. I think that just means there are some things about one's process and mindset that need to be reflected on.

Hopefully that helps somewhat, but YMMV if your priorities are more in the vein of constant improvement and/or being a professional :] I know this was kind of an abstract response, so if anyone has specific questions feel free to ask lol

[littleengine74]

20 Questions For Writers

Didn’t actually get tagged on this, but it looked like a fun one. 🤣

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

AO3 says I have 24. Huh.

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

288,626 since I started in 2021, which seemed like a lot to me until I realized 179,551 of those belong to the second thing I ever wrote, a massive 4 part series covering from Rio’s resurrection to their inevitable HEA.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Veronica Mars brought me to AO3. The Punisher (Kastle) made me think for the first time about writing prompts, but it was the Good Girls (Brio) fandom that finally got me to put the proverbial pen to paper.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Even If It Hurts (Part 3 of Walk Through The Fire series)

2. Sanctuary (Part 2 of Walk Through The Fire series)

3. Get Your House In Order (Part 1 of Walk Through The Fire series)

4. By My Side (Part 4 of Walk Through The Fire series)

5. What Would Elizabeth Do?

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to, at least. Sorry if I’ve missed any, sometimes I lose track of the notification emails.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooh, definitely Enemy of My Enemy. Hardest fic for me to finish. Not fluffy. No HEA. Rio is aaaaaangry.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmm… there’s a lot to choose from cause I looooove a soft, fluffy Brio. If you can slog through the 4 part series, it covers the most ground, ending years after the show. It’s loosely based on canon to start, but veers off.

8. Do you get hate on your fics?

Hmm… Not really. Luckily just one I can think of. A vague accusation that all my ideas were suspiciously like a lot of other ones on AO3… except those other writers did it way better. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I blocked them and figured if anything, it meant I’d finally “made it”. 😂

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I try to. I aim for the kind I think people will enjoy reading, but I often alternate between worrying it’s either a little too cheesy, or over the top.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t, but I would never say never. There are some I would *love* for other people to write, though. Karen Page (Punisher) and Steve Rogers (Captain America)… Intrepid reporter interviews national hero after the Battle of New York. Neither are looking for anything, but sparks fly. Anyone? Anyone??? 🤣

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but wouldn’t it be awesome if AO3 had a button that would do that automatically?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Again, no. I won’t say it would never happen, but I’m a bit of a lone wolf writer. Strict deadlines, etc are tough for me, so I think I’d find a co-writing situation very stressful.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

It has to be Brio. 🥰

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

This is a tough one. I don’t tend to release fics until they’re finished, so I don’t have any orphaned stories out there crying out for a happy ending. I do have a dozen or so ideas that are in various stages of completion. Some are almost done(ish), so I suspect the ones that are less likely to get finished are the ones that are literally a sentence fragment… barely a complete idea. I mean, they’re great random scattered thoughts, but… Yeah.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told my Brio characterizations are good.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Hmmm… Dialogue and smut. My descriptions aren’t bad, but my writing style isn’t as “flowy” as I’d sometimes like.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’m not bilingual, so if I include another language in a fic I tend to keep it fairly short and straightforward to lessen the chance of getting it wrong.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Good Girls. First and only.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I don’t mind rereading (most of) my own stuff. I have a special soft spot for ones where Brio interacts with the kids, like Smarter Than Your Average Gang Friend (Rio gets shown up by the Jane), and In Sickness (Jane’s sick and Rio shows Beth an uncharacteristic kindness).

Not tagging anyone in particular. Please, jump in!

[inkblot22]

The Clasping Jaws Of Conjoinment

Well. It was bound to happen one day. I was bound to project my derangement onto my bae character. I am currently in Chapter 6 and while this does not have any spoilers it does confirm my previously held belief that Idia is not some sweet, soft boy, and is, in fact, a huge asshole. Anyway, onto the degeneracy. A certain concept in this fic was made by the author of ensorcelled. I absolutely love this fic please give it a read if you like pwp. Also! This is dedicated to @mermaidfan76. If you want me to untag you, I can do so, just let me know. This is part five of Pants on Fire.

This fic is aimed towards mostly afab readers or gender neutral readers. Although no explicit mention of body parts (other than Idia's) is made, there is still a certain implication that will be made if this ends up getting a part five. If you're okay with that, I hope you enjoy!

TW for heavy dubcon PLEASE don't read if you're upset by coercion, noncon, ignored request for contraception, captivity, abusive relationship dynamics, Idia being a huge pervert, fetishization of virginity, talk of virginity (it's very brief,) Virgin! Reader, allusions to electric shocks

Real talk, if anyone in your circle hits you with anything that Idia says in the last half of this fic, please register that as a HUGE red flag. It's fun and whatever here because you can click away from this fic, but you cannot click away from real life. Practice safe sex and self-respect folx.

The time has somewhat blended together. All you know is the present, and presently, you’re sitting in Idia’s lap, with Ortho out, again. It feels like he’s always out. 

Ever since Idia knocked you out via triggering your collar, you have no choice but to admit that you’re far more inclined to “hang out” with him. It’s a safety thing. If you don’t hang out with him, he gets annoyed… and even though you’ve only really annoyed him to the point of doing something once, you’re smart enough not to put your hand in the dog’s mouth again.  

So you’re sitting with him. Honestly it’s very benign, but your back is beginning to hurt and you’re kind of hungry, so you shift a bit and stand up.

“Do you want some cup noodles?” You ask. If you’re going to be stuck here, you may as well make the best of it… and you don’t want to hear Idia complain about you being cold-hearted.

“Nah, I ordered in some stuff. Come sit back down, it’ll be here in a moment.”

So you do. You take a seat on his lap and you are not deaf to the thrilled noise that escapes him. You don’t acknowledge it though.

“So… we’ve been together for a while.” He starts, “Did you know that today is our four month anniversary?”

You didn’t, but you do now. You nod, well aware that you look convincing either way.

“Ah, I’m so lucky that I have such a cute partner.”

 Idia is kind of hard to read at the best of times, but right now, attempting to figure him out is the equivalent of reading someone’s Russian grandmother’s cursive handwriting. You give him a blank, wide-eyed stare, and he gives you a toothy smile.

“I’m lucky…” His thumbs slide under the hem of your shirt and he presses his lips against the corner of yours, “So, so lucky…”

“W-wait-” You begin.

Idia cuts you off. You hate it when he does this, “But… I think you could stand to be a bit more affectionate. I mean, I know I’ve got your affection at level three, at least. And I get that you’re like an ahodere character, so I’ll spell it out for you.”

“Aho-”

“Shhh, shh. We should do more couple stuff. I already got us matching pajamas, but we have time now, while Ortho isn’t around…”

You pause before talking, just in case he wasn’t finished, “Idia, I don’t know what you’re implying.”

“Seven, you’re slow. I’m telling you that we should fuck since my little brother won’t be back for a while.”

This time you pause because the air left your lungs when he said that. It’s okay. It gives you time to weigh your options.

If you go along with it, there’s a chance he’ll just leave you alone afterwards. If you don’t go along with it, you’re possibly going to get zapped. You don’t really want to let Idia see you naked, much less allow him inside of you, but… you also would prefer not getting shocked. 

When you finally speak, it’s measured, “So… if I go along with this… do you think you’d be okay with taking the collar off of me?”

Idia’s face brightens. He obviously thought you’d outright decline, but he squeezes your waist and taps his nose against yours as he kisses you again, “That sounds sensible. Are you gonna stay put?”

You nod. Idia lets you go and you awkwardly sit on the bed as he stands up, motioning towards your legs. It takes you a second before you realize what he wants. You take off your pants and underwear, watching as he simply reaches a hand in the fly of his sleep pants and frees himself. You have to focus all your energy on not shrieking when he does so.

The head of his cock is a bright, cobalt blue, same as his lips and eyelids. It’s proportional to his height and you jump up to your feet when he wraps a hand around the base and a inky substance oozes from the tip.

“What is that?!” You can’t help yourself.

“Listen, you can’t act surprised that I’m riled up after you’ve been acting all cute and shit. Sit back down.” He snaps.

You obey immediately, for fear of getting shocked, and Idia grabs you. You find it funny, he isn’t exactly traditionally strong, but he still just will manhandle you sometimes. Is it because you actually don’t mind him treating you like a toy? You jump as he shifts you, his cock pressing against your inner thigh. It almost feels like a red-hot poker.

“N-no, wait, hold on. Do you have a condom?” You ask.

“Are you usually this picky when you have sex?”

“You’ve had sex before?”

“Have you?”

You don’t answer. The answer is that you really haven’t. You’ve never even tongue kissed someone. The most experience you’ve had is with toys and your fingers, but you’re not really sure how to explain this. His eyes stare into yours and you think he gets it when he smirks, wide and deranged.

“Wow… I knew I was lucky. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have a good first time with your senpai… whee hee hee…”

He uses his nimble fingers to adjust himself so he’s pressed against your entrance, ignoring your previous plea for a condom, and slowly, slowly eases his manhood into your walls. You have the sense to bite your tongue at the sting, the stretch causing a dull burn in your ring of muscle. Your body isn't used to this type of intrusion. 

As he supports you with a hand in the small of your back, his hips begin to slowly pump. Cool air hits your neck where the collar once was, and Idia presses a kiss against the corner of your mouth again. When he pulls away, you can see the pink, peachy tone in his hair and on the apples of his cheeks.

“Ah, I’m so lucky…” He mumbles.

[impossiblesongs]

and hanging on by the skin of our teeth (the master/reader) 5/6

Summary: The Master found himself unnervingly entertained by a human psychology student volunteering at UNIT. Embarrassingly, it endures through more than one of his faces. || ✍️✍️✍️fic masterlist ||

Disclaimer: Not my characters. This is a disclaimer.

Title from “Daffodil” by Florence and the Machine

AN: This is my first ever reader fic and I’m not terribly sorry. It’s been ages since I’ve written anything and I’m indulging myself. It’s not my fault the Master is my babygirl, and it’s not your fault they’re the love of your life either. Enjoy! 😉

v. come back (dhawan!master)    

The intruder was rifling through your minimal belongings and muttering to themselves distastefully. Of course, you couldn’t exactly hear what was being said but you did recognize the tone initially. You suppose it didn’t matter, either way.

“Who the hell are you?”

At the sound of you cocking a gun, the man raised both his hands in surrender, daring a peek behind him. You could make out his profile then, though the light in the room was sparse. He was grinning and still muttering (though that was mostly to himself and not at all to you.)

“Turn around, slowly,” you warned.

He did as you asked but not without proclaiming, “You didn’t think I wouldn’t find you, dear?”

“I had hoped that by being declared dead and disappearing that I could just be forgotten, for my family’s sake, but really when does anything happen because you want it to? If you’ve come for information, I have nothing to say to anyone about what happened at UNIT, the 3W Institute in Britain had nothing to do with me. I just want to be left alone,” your mouth twisted with bitter fury, “so I’d advise you to just leave me alone.”

“I think the time for that’s long passed, don’t you?”

Your grip on the pistol tightened, “You’ve taken everything from me, my name, my reputation, my future! What more can you people want?!”

“Ah,” the man began to chuckle, his hands slowly coming together to clap before he gestured to himself. “Darling, I don’t believe I’ve been misaligned quite so spectacularly in recent history if memory serves, well done. Give us a kiss, make it all better?”

He started to approach you, but you moved forward so much faster.

“Don’t move a single step closer,” you shouted, aim to redirect from his heart to his head. “You’re not the first man I’ve killed, and I’m sure you won’t be the last!”

He scoffed, and while his demeanor shifted to something infinitely more malevolent, the way he watched you was unnervingly familiar.

“You seem to be under the assumed impression that I’m people, dear,” he said. “My patience for you can be infinite, but if you’re not careful, you’ll grow tiresome.”

You don’t let a single emotion show, but the statement bewilders you, sucks the air from your lungs, and in four long strides his hand covers over yours, warm, alive.

You felt him maneuver the gun from your grasp and slip it away inside his coat pocket.

“It’s not real, this isn’t real,” you muttered, shutting your eyes, unable to help from uttering the words again and again, wet tears falling down your face.

You felt one of his hands settle first on your throat, the feel of it not so different from the hands you already knew. His fingertips moved against your skin, tipping your face up to his before settling both palms to cup your cheeks. His forehead pressed against yours.

 open your eyes, love

The words weren’t spoken, they were in your head.

You gasped, staring, and staring.

The light all but cast shadows, and yet his shadow was enough. Your brain sifted through possible explanations from highly probable impossible explanations. You stared at him in stillness, all but immobile, and then you realized that the fact that he didn’t disturb this silence, a silence you needed to come back to yourself, that was his way of being kind.

Your hand reached out and landed firmly upon his chest unbidden, right beneath his coat, and in your right mind you know you would have been mortified at how forward that could seem, but sense was lost to you with the shock. “But you’re…”

You could feel his hearts, all four stops.

“Dead?” he offered. “We both know that’s for other people, dear.”

You took a step away, distancing yourself as you wiped the tears from your face, the embarrassment wasn’t far behind now.

God, what a sentimental fool you must appear to him. Caught off guard so completely.  

“Where… um,” you hesitated, not knowing if it was your place to ask, but then he wouldn’t be here unless he had some reason. “Where have you – ”

“That doesn’t matter,” the Master interrupted, dismissing the topic entirely. “None of it matters now.”

There was a desolation to him, the longer that you looked. Even in the shadows, his eyes gleamed with a darkness, tension that hung wrapped around his frame, as if he could snap at any second. There was a hollowness, too. An immeasurable… sadness.

You could hardly bear to look at him, but neither could you look away.

“You’ve changed,” he said.

Whether he meant it as an insult or compliment, you couldn’t say, but the insecurity swelling inside of you fell harder on the former. It’s been ten years since he... she died. The idea of disappointing him after a time so very long spent apart, smarted.

You cleared your throat and hoped your voice wouldn’t give you away when you answered, “Humans get old.”

“I mean, you seem,” his eyes narrowed, and his lips sounded out in silence before he decided on, “better.”

You glanced at your surroundings. You were kipping in a broken-down hovel of a place in Russia in the dead of winter. Your own belongings only truly amounted to those you could carry in your hand. You’ve been running and hiding long before the British government declared you a person of interest. When they couldn’t find you, because in your time with the Master you did indeed learn a trick or two, they’d smeared your entire existence. They’d made it a goal to turn not only your country but your loved ones, against you. Then, finally, they declared you officially dead. Because even in the event that you did turn up, you were completely without an ally, without hope.

“You’re sharper,” he continued, “no more… illusions of youth, of goodness. You’ve seen what the world does, what people do. It’s the same in every species, I assure you.”

“Well, I was still something of a girl, the last time I thought I saw you,” you said, matter of fact.

The last time you’d seen him, you had procured an original Vote for Harold Saxon button you’d secreted away from a Torchwood incident report off UNIT headquarters. There had been various buttons acquired along with the report, which you read in full. The report was filled by a woman named Martha Jones. You knew the picture she had painted of the Master was accurate, just as you knew deep down that it didn’t change things for you.

You tended not to think too much too hard about it in those days. Didn’t quite know how to face it, these divides, and truths. Now, time afforded, you can firmly reject the idea that this alignment with the Master had turned you into something, that he was an orchestrator of this machination, but a rather more accurate happening is what it revealed in you, what was always true of your character. He became dear to you (and perhaps only to you, from what various accounts report) and you would not forsake him, you would not forsake anyone that mattered to you. That was your choice. He never asked that of you. He only offered a hand, time, and space.

You had just turned twenty-four, that last night. You know now, how young that really is. You figured there was no harm in taking just one button to tease him with. You still remember him dropping you off, peroxide hair shining in the night as he scampered back to his Tardis shouting something obscene at you like a big brat before hastily wishing you a good night. He was never good at goodbye, a see-you-later. You figured out quickly that it was because no one ever truly stayed, so he never had to learn how.

“Then when I did see you again,” you continued, “I didn’t even get the benefit to know it was you.”

“What would you have done differently?” he asked, crossing his arms across his chest and perching against the nearest available space.

“Pulled your hair out probably,” you smirked.

He grinned manically, tickled by the idea. “Dear, I literally hunted you down to the middle of nowhere America. Nor did I dress the age. It’s hardly my fault you didn’t connect the dots.” He waged a finger at you, “Besides – ”

“It was a fun game,” you finished for him, rolling your eyes dramatically. Somberly, you added, “You’re always playing.”

Still as he was, you could feel him watching you. You hated how the playfulness of the moment has suddenly buoyed into such a resounding, intense misery. The mess that was left of you when you were sure he was dead, the entire part of life you lived in the “after” that he didn’t see. All that is gone now, that life is dead.

It’s all suddenly too much.

“Why don’t you come on inside, love,” he presented an outstretched hand to you, “I’ve got the kettle on.”

“Your Tardis?”

“The very one.”

You wondered if it looked the same. It couldn’t hurt, could it? To get out of this cold, Russian night. Just for a second, for sentiment? For old times’ sake?

His skin was warm to the touch, and he led you outside without another word.

To say it was a shock, to see a whole bloody unmistakable house parked out on the snow, is an understatement.

It did not deter him, even when you stumbled and dragged your feet in quiet astonishment. He simply placed an arm around your waist and forced you forwards.

[plaguery]

SYBILE VEINNE'S GLOWING UNDEAD LIFE

[EXT. ALTERNIAN DAYLIGHT]

The Alternian sun is a caustic, blistering thing, a mirage of hope to the uninitiated, offering possible peace to those who can bear it. A stark white leech folds its massive body forward towards salvation.

> Be you.

[INT. SYBILE’S HIVE]

Or be me. That delineation matters little in the end. What you give to me, I will give to you. And we will find ourselves always in some way one in the same.

You are SYBILE VEINNE. You are dead. Rather, UNDEAD as the title would have it and GLOWING for that matter. A stiff body on the ground with stagnant Jade blood pooled along your back, all in the glorious, erratic bioluminescent phase of starvation.  This isn’t the first time you’ve starved. Really, you’ve been at it for half a sweep and made quite the unassuming living statue until your lusus saw to change this. Since then, you’ve been cycling between her feedings, going from awake and vital back into your undeathly, unending slumber.  You figure she was hungry and agitated with having to feed herself for so long.  We can’t all be so lucky to croak without strings attached.

> “What’s your secret?”

What an engaging question, SYBILE. Thank you for the interest, SYBILE. Aren’t these internal interviews always fun? Jokes, you promise to yourself. The kind the audience is in on are the best. You figure you have none. There are two reasons for this, you see.   One, to have a secret, there must be an audience to hide it from. You don’t remember the last time you had an audience with anyone on Alternia. Your aim is to keep it that way. If your existence itself is shut away from the world, what makes a secret?  Two, you’ve just opened up your existence to the world with the first command. The in-joke of being SYBILE VEINNE. Anyone can now be you or be me at this very moment with the right circumstances leading to it. If your existence itself is open completely to the world, what makes a secret? Part of you wishes you could have secrets. But the thing is, you are literally GLOWING, snapping back and forth between an on and off switch. An open secret is even the fool’s knowledge.  You’re a rainbow drinker.

> “What’s a rainbow drinker?”

I’ve been stuck on that one too, SYBILE.  So far, most of your rainbow drinking LIFE has comprised of lying on your back and not-so-decomposing into fleshy stone. Most of the blood provided to you has come from your leech mom, rather than your own biological impulse thrusting you upon an unsuspecting victim.  It’s not a morality or disgust thing keeping you from personally attaining the blood you crave but rather a general stagnation of LIFE. You figure a rainbow drinker LIFE is really just like any other LIFE. And LIFE is not something you were ever good at. You tried to reject it for a reason. But as an unlucky Jade, you had the gene for a particular kind of bloodthirstiness running through your slowing pulse and it rejected your rejection for you. After some more agonies, you awoke to the world again, GLOWING.  The world still did not awake to you.

> Listen to the crashing from the front door.

Mom is a clumsy, wet thing when she’s full. You’d think after all these sweeps she’d learn how to handle her blood bloated body. Mom bunches up beside you, sucker hovering over your slightly open mouth. You’ve always had trouble breathing out of your nose. You never really knew she had the ability to throw blood back up until she started feeding you in desperation after you gave up on your rainbow drinking LIFE.  Rust blood trickles down from her sucker, hitting right above your top lip. Her aim isn’t great. As more cascades down, blood flows out from the landing point, traveling to the mouth one way and up the nostril the other.  It begins to flood down your throat, opening it wide like a gasp of air. You feel the need to cough, but your muscles haven’t given in yet. For a few minutes, you stay as stone.  The blood up your nostril makes you want to squirm but that’s an even more taxing movement. And here it is, the wave of nausea crawling up from your stomach, embracing the back of your throat.  Movement awakens in your veins and the weight begins to lift from your back. Your blood is redistributing, cracking open the stone of your body little by little. Small electrical pulses ring through as it adjusts to sensation again. The nausea heightens. It hurts to wake up.

> Be SYBILE VEINNE.

You don’t really want to be SYBILE VEINNE right now. It sounds like SYBILE is having a possibly excruciating moment in their body and a poor outlook on LIFE. If you could consider it a LIFE at all. It’s hard to be SYBILE VEINNE. SYBILE VEINNE doesn’t even want to be SYBILE VEINNE. Why would I want to be SYBILE VEINNE? I don’t know, SYBILE. But you’re still GLOWING.

> Sit up and turn the GLOWING off.

You are going to ache for a while. You don’t know how you learned to turn the GLOWING off. You don’t even remember doing it for the first time. It just came with the package, you think. From all the stories you read about rainbow drinkers in your old life, they all had to learn the hard way.  Maybe all you’ve known is the hard way.

> Be SYBILE VEINNE.

You could starve again. And Mom could go off on her own again, either die out there or come home bloated for two. And you’ll wake up again.  You don’t really want to be SYBILE VEINNE but you don’t have much of a choice if you want this story. And you can tell a story is coming. You’re a bit of a prognosticator, in that way. To be SYBILE means you’re going to have to start living a LIFE. 

> “Welcome to the hard way.”

[FADE TO BLACK]

[astra90x]

Flufftober Day 10 - Love Language

@flufftober

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Word Count: 1285

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Cursing

This is one chapter of an entire linear story! It can be read separately but is better when read as a whole. Enjoy!

❤❤❤♡♡♡♡♡

It’s Friday night again. The first Friday of the fall, actually. And where are you? Playing games with Sam, Abby, and Sebastian, of course. 

Sam and Sebastian are playing pool while you and Abigail are on the Journey of the Prairie King arcade machine. You had gotten to level four so far and are still going strong. Even though Abigail is carrying your team—video games have never really been your strong suit—the two of you still work well together. 

“Do you think I could ask you something?” you ask, slamming your finger into the button on the arcade machine to kill an approaching enemy. Sparing a glance back at the two boys, you’re relieved to see that neither of them had heard you. You only want Abigail to hear this. 

“Go right ahead,” she replies as she jerks her joystick around, dodging bullets that are swarming the two of you from all directions. She really is good at this game, you figure it would take you dozens of hours to be able to move so fluidly like that. 

“Well, I was just wondering about Sebastian,” you start. You’ve lowered your voice even more at this point, hoping that the 8-bit sounds of gunfire and the clinks of the pool balls behind you will be enough to silence your words to anyone outside of Abigail. “I’ve never really seen him show affection or anything like that, even with you guys. Is there a reason why?”

Abigail purses her lips a little, obviously thinking about how to phrase her response. “Well, Seb just isn’t the type to show how he feels. Sam and I know that he cares about us, even though he doesn’t say it. It’s just how he is.” She laughs a little. “I can’t say I understand it, but we love him anyway. Some people just aren’t comfortable with showing their emotions much.”

You nod. “Okay. I didn’t know if there was a specific reason or not, and I guess I got curious.”

“Don’t sweat it. Sebastian is certainly a different type of friend, but he’s still one of the best people I’ve ever met.” Abigail glances away from the screen for a second to look back at Sebastian. He’s watching Sam with an amused expression, smiling as his friend tries and utterly fails to hit one of his balls into the corner pocket he was aiming for. Looking at the pool table shows that Sebastian is winning by a mile. 

“He’s lucky to have you. He’s seemed a little happier since you started hanging out with us,” says Abigail. “Sam and I do care about him, but it’s nice seeing him connect with someone outside of us. He’s always been so reserved that I think you’re doing a lot of good for him.”

Your cheeks start to warm, and you suddenly feel very bashful. “I’m glad to hear you think that.”

“And you’re a great friend for us, too,” adds Abigail. She leans over and playfully bumps her shoulder against yours. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had anyone new to hang around with, and it’s great getting to know you. Plus, having another girl in the group is awesome.” She shoots you a cheerful grin and you return it. It does feel nice to know that even in a short time, you’ve had a small impact on this group. 

Unfortunately, you were looking away from the screen for too long, and the flash of “Game Over” text diverts your attention back to the arcade machine. “Ah, fuck.”

“It’s alright, we weren’t that far in yet,” you say. “Next Friday we’ll try again?”

Abigail checks her phone, frowning a little when she sees the time. “Yeah, it’s late. Next Friday though.”

You turn away from the screen and spot Sebastian, whose attention is on you. His eyes dart to the “Game Over” screen, then back to you, and he gives you a mock disappointed look, shaking his head and pursing his lips ever so slightly. However, the twinkle in his eye makes it quite difficult to take him seriously. You can’t help but giggle a little. 

~~~

The next morning, when you’re outside hoeing ground for your new crops, you’re decently surprised when you hear a knock from behind you. You look up, wiping sweat from your brow with your forearm, and see Sebastian standing over by the corner of your little house, his fist curled next to the wooden siding which is probably what he knocked on. His other hand is at his side, and he’s holding a canvas shopping bag. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask, dropping your hoe and wiping some dirt off your arms before making your way over to Sebastian. “It’s pretty early to see you out of bed, let alone outside.”

Sebastian gives you a dirty look, but then he diverts his attention to the bag at his side, reaching into it and pulling out a box. It appears that there are two or three others still in the bag. 

“I know that the beginnings of seasons are the hardest for your farm, and I figure you’ve been pretty busy trying to get your crops together and taking care of your animals, so I figured I could do you a favour and pick you up some fertilizer.” 

He… what?

You don’t know what to say, so instead, you quietly reach out and take the box of fertilizer. It isn't cheap stuff, either. He must have spent a decent amount to get it for you. 

“T-Thank you,” you say finally, realizing it’s probably what you should have said in the first place. “I’ll, um… I’ll pay you back.” 

“You don’t have to,” replies Sebastian. “It wasn’t all that much. Consider it a favour for the frozen tear you gave me.”

You had almost forgotten about the frozen tear. It had been about two months since you gave it to him, and you were honestly surprised that he still even thought about it. Did he like it that much?

“Well, again, thank you…” you say. Sebastian holds out the bag with the rest of the fertilizer and you gingerly take it, still feeling bad but also swelling with gratitude that he would do something nice for you like that. “I’ll bring you something from my first harvest if you’d like.”

“Deal.” Sebastian glances around the farm, his eyes focusing first on your crops, then on your coop and your barn, then on the mess of trees and rocks that still take up most of the lower half. You’ve managed to clear a good chunk of the land, but it’s hard to keep up with the growing weeds and trees that seem to spring up overnight. “And hey, if you ever need any help with anything here, all you need to do is ask. I’m not the strongest or anything, but I could water the plants or feed the animals if it would help you out.”

“You’re very generous,” you laugh. “But I’ll let you know. I do appreciate the offer.”

“Anytime.” You hear the sound of Sebastian’s phone ding, and when he takes it out of his pocket and looks at it, he groans. “Sorry (Y/N), I’ve got to head out. I have a project that needs finishing by tonight.” 

“No problem. Thank you again for the fertilizer.” 

“Just happy I could help.” With one final look that’s almost like a smile, Sebastian turns and heads back the way he came, out towards the town. And as you watch him go, you glow with happiness, realizing that you just saw a shining example of how Sebastian really cares for people. 

❤❤❤♡♡♡♡♡

[musingsoflulu]

Been MIA for a bit. Got COVID for the first time right after Christmas. Luckily symptoms were mild, but haven’t been feeling super inspired to post much lately.

But here are a few life updates:

- Been working on our loft upstairs. It’s not done yet but it’s been coming together over the past 3 weeks since we decided to finally do something with it. I think it’ll be such a nice and cozy space once it’s complete

- Generally trying to read more. I’ve been listening to the Lord of the Rings audiobooks on my runs (they’re free on Spotify). They’re strangely comforting and very well done (voices and sound effects included). I just got done reading Daisy Jones and the Six, the last book of TJR’s I hadn’t yet read. It was so good and I sobbed at the ending. Now I’m reading Spare by Prince Harry (yes I am a Harry and Meghan stan and anyone that isn’t … 🚩)

- That being said, I just binge watched The White Lotus and I’m obsessed with it. So good. The last two episodes of season 2 had me screaming

- Been skiing a fair amount, usually at least 1-2 days a week and am back training with Anna Mae. I am doing my first road marathon in nearly 4 years in April and I have a lofty goal of sub 3:20. Gaining speed back in my legs after my slow twitch muscles were so dialed for my 100 miler has been really challenging but I’ve enjoyed that exhausted feeling post speed work

- Trying this no alcohol thing out this year (with the exception of a champagne toast for my pal who just bought a house). So far, there have only been a few instances where I have wanted to drink but for the most part, it’s been fairly easy and I definitely don’t miss hangovers.

- Hair was just starting to feel very dry and tangly and I was wanting a little change. Cut about 8 inches off today and it feels a lot lighter and healthier, with more layers embedded. We were aiming for a little bit of a modern shag when it’s styled really curly (how my hair normally is when it’s shorter) but hard to say how it’ll look once I style it how I normally do. We will see!

- That’s about all I want to share on this space for now 🥰

[omentranslates]

Owari no Seraph ch 121 English fan translation

Spoilers for the new chapter, but I’ve gone through it for anyone who wants it a few hours early

Also the pictures were a little obscured this time so there was some that I couldn’t read well, sorry about that. I’m also doing this on my phone so that’s why the formatting is like this.

A single car traveling through the destroyed town…

Mika: Hey, Yuuchaaan

Yuu: Hm?

Mika: Where does this go?

Yuu: Secret~

Mika: Secret, huh?

Yuu: Guess you’ll just have to wait and see~

Mika: …well, no, I mean I can see what’s smack dab in front of me.

Yuu: Wowww, our skillful Mika has already found it out.

Mika: “Found it out…?”

Chapter 121: The Final Sunrise

Mika: Wait. You weren’t aiming for the massive forest, you’re gonna try and climb the mountain aren’t you!?

Yuu: Well who would come all this way and not climb it?

Mika: PLENTY OF PEOPLE??? Who WOULD climb it in this situation???

Mika: WAIT ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING UP??? YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING. WHAT EVEN FOR???

Yuu: Well if we climb it we’ll have the memory right?*

Mika: What the hell kind of memory do you want!?

*these were difficult to read behind the overlay take w grain of salt

Yuu: WHOAA!! THIS IS SO COOL, ITS MASSIVE!!!

Mika: And you’re so loud.

Yuu: Gotta be the biggest in Japan. **

Mika: I know. Ok but why are you always trying to climb to the highest possible place when we’re supposed to be laying low?

Yuu: Well don’t you just wanna see if you can?

The whole top half of this line was covered, take w grain of salt

Mika: Not even a little.

Yuu: Well it’d be easy to hide here wouldn’t it? Do you know anything about Mt. Fuji’s huge expanse of forest?

Mika: Ah, that’s right. So you think we can hide in the sea of trees?

90% sure on this but the word for where they’re hiding is kind of hidden

Yuu: I think Guren mentioned it in class once. Something about the magnetic field or something being supernatural somehow or whatever.

Mika: You really can’t remember anything.

Yuu: I sucked at all the magic stuff.

Mika: Well maybe hiding in the forest is a good idea. Since what we need is time.

Mika: ….the last.

Mika: ……so that’s what it is

Yuu: Right right right! So then let’s do the most fun mountain climbing trip ever! I’m gonna go get some more snacks.

Yuu: Mika let’s go!

Mika: Hm

Yuu: Come on, smile!

Mika: Yeah yeah I know

Yuu: WHOAAA!! AMAZING!!!!

Yuu: It’s so beautiful!

Mika: Yeah, it’s pretty amazing…

Mika: Hey Yuuchan

Yuu: Yeah?

Mika: Where do prayers from here go?

Yuu: Uh…god, isn’t it?

Mika: Yeah, which god.

Yuu: I dunno. Not the First, though.

Mika: Ah, true! Great, we’ll pray to the First’s enemies!

*muttering prayers*

Yuu: Alright….I’M ON TOP!!

Mika: Isn’t someone gonna strike you down if you climb on that thing?

Yuu: It should be fine we’ve taken more than our share of divine punishment. They even destroyed the world.

Mika: That’s Yuuchan for you, always looking ahead.

Yuu: Well, our fight to save the world starts now anyways.

Yuu: JUST WATCH!!!! I DUNNO IF YOURE A GOD OR AN ANGEL OR A DEMON BUT WE’RE GONNA DO THIS!!!

Mika: Yup. Doesn’t get any more blasphemous than this.

Yuu: *first part unreadable* Hurry up and come here! The view’s amazing!

Mika: Yeah ok

Yuu: Check it out

Mika: I’m looking

Yuu: Glad you joined me?

Mika: Yeah, I’m glad. Since I was able to see you looking so happy.

Yuu: You look happy too!

Mika: Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve had fun.

Yuu: Ah come on, if you’re gonna be alive you gotta have some fun. No matter what.

Mika: True.

Yuu: Let’s even have fun while we’re saving the world. Ah, by the way, this is the first sunrise***

*** he’s either saying it’s the first sunrise of the year or this is the first sunrise he’s ever watched, it’s hard to tell from the phrasing, 初日の出 means first sunrise of the year but in the sentence before it he’s only talking abt him even tho Mika is also seeing it

Mika: No way-!?

Mika: Yuuchan

Yuu: Yeah?

Mika: The view we saw together today, I don’t think I’ll forget it as long as I live.

Yuu: Nah, how about instead, after we win this thing we live so long we forget about it completely.

Yuu: After (something blurry) the mass resurrection (I think) we’re gonna have so much fun we forget every sad thing that’s happened til now.****

Mika: Alright, if we can do it

Yuu: OF COURSE WE CAN

Mika: Yeah

Yuu: We-

Yuu: ARE GONNA DO IT!!!

Mika: woo!

Shibuya: Japan Imperial Demon Army Capital City

Ky Luc: Alright, filthy humans. You listening?

Ky Luc: We have absolutely no interest in you. So if you don’t resist, we won’t have to kill you. However-

Ky Luc: If even one of you tries something, we can kill you by the thousands. Got it?

Ky Luc: DO YOU GOT IT?

Soldiers: YES.

(The sfx here is of a cute smile)

Lest Karr: Urd-sama? Shibuya is completely (something covered up).

(If I had to guess I’d say “subdued” but I seriously can’t read it through the overlay)

Shinya: This has gotten real bad, huh Kureto oniisan? Humanity is gonna go extinct at this rate. We need to do our best to get outside and make contact with Guren.

Shinya: Oniisan? Oniisan? You’re not dead over there are you?

Kureto: Shut up. I’m thinking.

Vampire: The protection circle is complete

Vampire: All clear on both sides. Do you understand? The test subject we’re taking on this time is a god. If we don’t do this meticulously, we die. There is no room for error.

Vampire: If there are any outstanding members of the Imperial Demon Army’s researchers, assign them to the Hyakuya Project too. This is what we’ve been fighting for for millennia. Stay sharp.

Soldier: Yessir

Vampire: The protection circle is complete, Rigr-sama!

In the sea of trees

Mika: You ready for this?

Yuu: Yup.

Mika: Alright then.

Rigr: I’ll be seeing your past. First.

Rigr: And when I find out what it is you want to protect and what your goals are, I am going to destroy them all.

Rigr: That’s how we’re going to escape your curse.

Urd: Careful, Rigr.

Rigr: Well then, to see into your past

Mika: Into our past

Both: We go

The end text is almost completely blurred, it says smth abt the true culprit of the end of the world.

** Japanese writes a loud voice as a big voice so it’s not totally clear whether they’re talking abt it being the biggest mountain in Japan or Yuu being the loudest person in Japan. I’m pretty sure it’s the mountain but the ambiguity is funny to me skshsk

****I can’t figure out how to convey this completely in English but it’s less of “we’re going to have so much fun” and more of “we’re going to spend so much time having fun” if that makes sense?? Like the verb implies that they’re like. Passing either time or their lives that way

There’s a QR code on the first page that says an OnS exhibition will be held in March 2023

Thank you for reading

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

✨Western Magical Girl Confessions January 2023 Update!✨

Hi everyone!^^ Happy New Year! 🎊

How are you all? What’s new? Still here? Lol Anyways, some of you may be wondering what’s going on with me? Maybe? Maybe not?lol Either way, I’m here to give you an update!

I’ve actually been sick with the flu for almost 3 weeks now! Has it been easy? HECK NO! 😆 So unfortunately, that’s a big chunk of the reason why I haven’t been motivated to make confessions. I’m starting to feel better, but I’m not planning on making any confessions until I’m 100% well! So once again, stay turned and thank you for being patient!

I’ve been just taking a break from this blog in general due to past events that have happened on it. Some due to my own ignorance and mistakes, some due to other factors, like anons. Either way, when I do eventually start making confessions again, I want to start off on a cleaner slate.

Just basically life stuff. Some stressful, some just average.

So after all of that is over and done with, I really want to make confessions again! I really miss doing them! Also, another thing I want to mention, throughout this hiatus in the past few months, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things. So I have a couple of things that I want to say and mention once more before I start up confessions again. I also want to say that this is going to be the last time that I’m going to repeat myself like this when I explain the bare bones of this blog, and to anyone who still doesn’t get it, I’ll just link the rules or link them back to this post.

Note: This stuff isn’t really meant to be aimed towards a particular group of people or certain fans, I’m just explaining this through my experiences and to make sure we are all on the same page here. My goal isn’t to “offend” anyone, it’s for my followers (and others who may pass this blog) to understand more clearly! So please don’t take what I say as offensive, please?

So, like I just said above, this is a confession blog about different western magical girl shows for different criticisms alike. It’s about people being able to express their feelings about different issues that they have with shows, it’s ships, it’s writing etc. I’m doing this blog for fun, for people to have a voice and to give people a chance to vent and to express their opinions without being directly attacked by certain people.

This blog is not JUST about a particular show. It’s about many western magical girl shows alike. So it’s not really fair to act passively aggressive towards the mod or the blog it’s self just because it allows a confession that said something negative about a show or ship that you like (or vice versa). Every opinion alike is allowed, even negative ones.

The mod’s thoughts and opinions on these shows, it’s ships, it’s characters etc. AREN’T a factor on this blog. This blog is about the mod submitting other people’s opinions and thoughts through cards. Their opinions and thoughts litterally have nothing to do with it, so please don’t act like it does to cause disclosure (or anything else of the sort).

If you have certain concerns about certain confessions on this blog, then you need to come to the mod about it so the situation will be taken care of to the best of it’s ability. If that particular problem is not solved in the way that you like it, then I’m sorry. The only other solution that I can recommend to you is to even ignore said problem, block the tags, or just block this blog in general. I personally can’t solve every single problem, especially since they come from different kinds of people, in which their opinions might contradict other’s opinions. If you truly aren’t satisfied with the way I run things, then it’s probably best if you just block and move on. I won’t get offended nor stop you. Sometimes, things just won’t work out 🤷🏾‍♀️

Like I’ve said above, this blog WILL be filled with different opinions and criticisms alike, even ones that you disagree with. If you can’t accept that, then just block this blog and move on. You’re allowed to reblog or comment on these confessions with your own opinions if you like as long as it’s aimed towards that confession in particular, not the blog it’s self. So if I feel like that your just trolling or what your saying is being indirectly vulgar towards this blog, then I’ll just block.

Again, anon hate will automatically be blocked, plain and simple. I don’t have the patience or tolerance anymore.

Again, like I’ve said many times before (and this will be the last time I’ll say this), Confessions are by DIFFERENT people, not the same person, so not ALL confessions are by the mod, nor are they by the same person. So don’t send hate that’s directed at the mod, since not all confessions are by them.

Look, I’m going to try to say this in the most non-belligerent way possible. I will try to take the necessary steps and make the necessary choices to make the blog enjoyable for everyone, not only me of course. However, sometimes those “steps” and “choices” might not be the same as what you want. If you don’t like that, that’s perfectly fine! However, being rude or gaslighting me about it isn’t going to change my mind. Even block the tags that are added to the confessions, or block this blog in general. Your opinions and feelings matter, but they aren’t the only ones that do.

Before submitting your thoughts & confessions, please read the rules.

If you have any further questions or concerns, please leave it in my ask box!

Now! With that out of the way! When I get back into making confessions, some will be unbanned and some will not!

The following confessions that will most likely be unbanned

Nex (Winx Club) confessions.

Positive Nabu (Winx Club) confessions.

All Chloe Bourgeois, Marinette Dupain Cheng, Zoe Lee, Sabrina Raincomprix (Miraculous Ladybug) confessions, regardless positive or negative. However, repetitive ones will most likely be submitted much later!

Anti Catra/Catradora confessions. However, ones that talk too negatively about its fans are still banned!

Negative Hordak (She Ra) confessions.

Negative Entrapta (She R) confessions.

The confessions that will still be banned or will be banned too

Confessions about Thomas Astruc (the creator of Miraculous Ladybug). You can still make criticisms about the writing or other issues, but avoid directly talking about him.

Confessions that talk directly about Chloe Bourgeois’s “redemption arc” (Miraculous Ladybug).

Nabu’s Death (Winx Club) Confessions.

Winx Club v.s. W.I.T.C.H confessions. You can still talk about both shows together, but NOT against each other.

Bloom, Sky and Diaspro (Winx Club) confessions, mostly ones like “Bloom/Sky are crappy people for what they did to Diaspro!”.

Anti Starlight Glimmer (My Little Pony) confessions. I just feel everyone and their grandmother knows how much of a “bad character” she is at this point, and has talked about it enough. I just don’t see the point anymore and just beating a dead horse.

“Bloom (Winx Club) is a Mary-Sue” confessions.

Confessions that claim characters as “Mary-Sues” or “Gary-Stus” in general. I just feel that the term has lost it’s meaning.

“I want the old Winx to come back!” confessions.

Things that could help!

Let me know if there’s any words, triggers, or tags that you would like for me to add to post so you can blacklist/block them.

Explaining your reasons for wanting a certain thing banned or not might help. I might understand or explain why this certain thing is valid/invalid.

The purpose of the blog IS for you to get things off your chest, but positive confessions are accepted too! I would love to hear some positivity about the shows, ships, characters etc. ^^

Please write *SPOILERS* in your confessions before writing it if you know that it’s a spoiler, especially if it’s Miraculous Ladybug and The Owl House. They’re the only active shows right now.

That’s all I really have to say. Sorry if this seems like I’m “making a mountain out of an anthill”, because I understand that this is just a side blog for fun, something that I don’t have to do lol However, I just want to be able to run my blog in peace, without any hurdles from people who refuse to understand. I’m just letting it be known that this is most likely the last time I’m going into detail like this.

So with this said, my little hiatus should be over soon, and I hope to do confessions again! Thank you for listening and if you have any thoughts or questions about any of this, feel free to leave it in my ask box!

Confessions at this time are closed until further notice, so please reframe from sending in confessions and headcanons! If you do so, it will be saved, but be released at a much later time!

Stay Magical!~

-WMGC Mod

[bunnidarling]

Art by @evaporatingvoid

Except from "Welcome Company"

Grimm listened thoughtfully, watching Claude’s expressions and gestures as he told his story. He was so wrapped in his narration he didn’t notice the few times Grimm’s gaze lingered over his plump lips. When he caught himself he would quickly direct his eyes back up. “Sometimes it feels as though the world was made for elves and man and the rest of us have to spend our lives proving we are not ‘monsters’. Your quest is a noble one.” Gods, he didn’t want to talk about himself. He didn’t really care to talk at all. He craved more of Claude’s stories and his silky voice. “Before I was born, something happened to my parents. I’ve been looking for more information to lead me to those answers, or at least to the people I can ask more questions to. Maybe there will be more answers at The Gate. I didn’t have any luck in Candlekeep.” He felt heat rise up in his face as he had the intrusive thought to push Claude back on the hay to discover what other kinds of sounds that beautiful voice could make.  

Claude continued: “So you’re telling me you’re… all by yourself? No family? That’s… Rough. You know, what I can offer is not exactly fun by any means, but I’m not looking to use you as free labor or the like. It’s more of a kind of ‘you scratch my back, I scratch yours’ deal. If you’d be interested in that. I’ve been without sane company for so long I’ve started talking to squirrels and birds.”

“It simply is. I don’t lament it, but I am curious.” Grimm laughed then, an honest to gods laugh that sparkled in his eyes, “That isn’t difficult to imagine. I am happy to assist as I am in your debt. And you sell yourself short. Your company is quite enjoyable.”

A proper shiver traveled up the paladin’s spine at the sound of a hearty laugh rolling off his lips, it was somehow a little odd to hear such a thing from a laconic, even-tempered man like him; but all the same it was positively lovely. And it also seemed that there was no sweetheart waiting for him at all. 

Claude’s mother’s greatest wish was for him to eventually settle down and carry on their bloodline. For that, he knew he needed to have a woman. And women were fine enough. So the young tiefling had aimed for women since he discovered that thinking of other people naked could make your dick hard. Even though men had always been equally capable of making him hard. Like this man right now. Hells. 

“Okay, so you’re a man with a mysterious past,” Claude declared with a rather cunning smile. “And you’re not… hired by anyone? Not in any guild? I pray to Tyr and follow his ambitions. And you are right, it’s not a world for the likes of us. Speaking of which,” he continued in the same breath, “please ask me to shut it if I’m overstepping, but surely you are not pure orc? I might be mistaken, of course, but it’s pretty obvious from your, um… Features.” 

“Am I mysterious?” Grimm asked with a bemused smile, “I suppose I am, even to myself sometimes, really.” He plucked up a piece of hay and set it between his teeth, “My features? Whatever could you mean?” He let the tension hang in the air enjoying the color that crept across Claude’s cheeks before chuckling a bit, “No I don’t think I’m pure orc, though whatever the rest of me is I haven’t a clue. I was adopted as an orphan to serve as an apprentice to a smith. He told me that the woman he purchased me from said my mother was an elven noble that had an affair with one of her guards, but it sounds like some kind of fey spun tale, if you ask me. Likely nothing but a peasant woman’s fancy.” 

“But elf, you know, it makes sense,” the tiefling said, his voice betraying his excitement. “Since you know, elves are said to be...” He cleared his throat again. Grimm noted that was something Claude tended to do when he was getting flustered. It was cute. “You might be part elf,” Claude said, finally.

“Elves are said to be… what?” Grimm asked, unsure of what Claude meant. He was a little surprised, how easily conversation flowed with his new companion. It was nice. He thought he may have said more in the last ten minutes than he had over the last ten years.

Damn, Claude thought. Ignoring gorgeous men wasn’t usually this difficult. Well, sometimes it was, but not to this degree. Grimm was the perfect image of what he desired in a man: big, strong, comely face but with a certain… gentleness to him. “Pretty”, he admitted as casually as he could muster. “Elves are pretty.” 

Grimm pulled a knee up and rested his arm atop it, tilting his head down to Claude with a lofted brow. “Not a word I think I’ve ever heard attached to my name.” He still wore the little smile, and of course, that only enhanced his attractiveness. “You think I’m pretty?”

Get the whole thing here:

[thesilvercondor]

(Spoilers for Aim To Be A Pokemon Master Ep1 (JN137) below the cut)

ok so i am perpetually obsessed with Anabel and thus extremely biased but like. fun little conspiracy theory. Ash is actually developing Empathy (ability to sense pokemon's emotions, and use this for knockoff telepathy with them).

I have not seen past the first episode of this series, if there’s further evidence I might return to this theory but I kinda doubt there will be any lmao. Proceed beneath the readmore if you want to see my insane ramblings (1k words).

So, let’s look at this episode real quick, shall we? First major event- Ash accidentally attacks a Beedrill nesting site, potentially angering nearby Beedrill. And like, in the vast majority of Bulbapedia’s anime entries about wild Beedrill- those things get angry all the freaking time. I’ve already seen people down in the comments of this episode talking about how they didn’t think they’d seen a wild Beedrill be calm before.

However, Ash manages to calm it nearly instantaneously- which one other character has actually pulled off before- the only canon Empath, Anabel (S9 E24, ‘Talking A Good Game’).

I just find it interesting that this scene was included in the episode, given that it has no obvious importance to the rest of the storyline, you know? Unless it was meant to draw parallels, between this episode and *checks notes* some obscure episode from the early 2000s that barely anyone remembers. *sweatdrops*

 Uhhh but anyway!- next major event in the episode- the token ‘Empath’ finds an extremely powerful Pokemon, who is openly hostile to them, but calms it down by helping to care for its wounds.

In JN137, this is Ash helping Latias with a (burn?) on its wing, while in S9E24, it’s Anabel pulling out a stick from a Gyarados’s injury.

 Then, the third (and most major) event is the reveal of Empathy being used as Telepathy in a battle situation. This one uh. This one I have less evidence for, but we’re just going to pretend that Ash isn’t good enough at empathy yet for the parallels to be perfect, ok? Just to stoke my own ego.

Anyway- S9E24, Anabel first uses this with her ace, Alakazam. It’s characterized by her giving orders without talking- aka, though Alakazam can’t physically hear her, he can still hear her.

In JN137, Ash is captured by Team Rocket’s ‘Supercooled Capsule’. Here, Ash’s voice is extremely muffled- to the point that even Team Rocket (1-2m away from him) can’t hear him well. Meanwhile, Pikachu is uhhh 25-40m away? Down on the forest floor. (perspective is unhelpful, here’s the best screenshot I got).

Anyway, while being extremely muffled and getting progressively further away, AND while having his back turned on Pikachu- Ash proceeds to practically whisper his command to Pikachu to aim a 10, 000 Volts at him. And Pikachu understands instantly. Like yeah, I get it, this is an anime, not everything is realistic- but doesn’t this feel at least a little sus to y’all?

(left: Ash’s whisper, right: Anabel’s Empathy)

So yeah uh. I’ve yet to watch the other episodes of this anime. But if he gets overlaid on Pikachu at any point to give commands, then Imma 100% claim Empathy my dudes.

Especially since, the next RSE episode (S9E25, ‘Second Time’s The Charm’) is partially about Anabel trying to teach Ash Empathy- with the final line of the episode being her thinking- “I guess you can’t sense feelings yet, Ash […]”. Here, please just picture me pointing commandingly at the word ‘yet’. She reckons he had potential- and maybe that potential is finally coming true.

 Since we’re doing Anabel quotes right now, I’m going to throw another one at you- her response to being asked how she talks to Pokemon like that (aka while using Empathy):

“"I don't even really know how I do it. I guess its been happening ever since I was a little girl. I'd come to the forest and talk to everything. Trees, grass, the stars; and all the wild pokemon- and that's how it all started!" (S9E25)

So you know. She went into the forest. Not much of a goal. Interacted with literally everything she saw, without discrimination. Sounds kinda like the start of the episode; with Ash stopping to interact with every single wild Pokemon he sees. That’s how she developed Empathy- so maybe this is how he develops it too.

Like, this is Ash’s final series. Why start with him just wandering around looking at random mons, unless that act is something seriously important?

 Finally, just to add a bit more pizzazz; this episode is about Latias and Mew. (Oak’s poem at the start is something about if you want to make a lot of friends, you need to find 151- and 151 is Mew’s Pokedex number so. Yeah.) These two just so happen to be two of 9-12 ‘Empath Pokemon’ I have currently identified.

I’m counting Empath Pokemon as anything that has a Pokedex entry that mentions its ability to sense emotions (like Anabel does). Not just influence emotions (like Milotic), or get attracted by specific emotions (like Shuppet/Togetic/Blissey), but actively sense all emotions.

Latias’s Pokedex entry mentions that it “…is highly sensitive to the emotions of people.”

Meanwhile, Mew’s Pokedex entry mentions that it “…only appears to those with a pure heart.” (this is one of my ‘debateable’ Empath mons, as like. What is a pure heart exactly. I’m guessing it needs to be able to see all emotions in someone to decide whether their heart is pure or not, but I could be wrong.)

But yeah, if this series is about him trying to acquire two Empath Pokemon… it might also be about him trying to acquire Empathy itself.

 Anyway I’m gonna. I’m gonna watch the other episodes eventually. Not just yet, cos I wanna dream about a world in which this conspiracy theory is any way feasible-

  (oh yeah also before anyone asks. Anabel didn’t use an Empathy Pokemon in the anime, but in the games (Emerald and USUM) her ace is either Raikou or Latios, with the latter being another Empathy Pokemon- “…it can sense the emotions of others.”.)

(oh and full Empathy Pokemon list: Latias, Latios, Ralts, Indeedee, Hatterene, Sylveon, Audino, Solrock, Finizen. Bonus: Mew (how do you determine a ‘pure heart’), Mesprit (it created emotions so surely it can sense them?? But no pokedex entries on that) and Lucario (can sense emotions but through Aura not Empathy).)

[firecrackerhh]

Yknow when I really think about it I don’t really give a shit if someone doesn’t like Viv’s stuff.

Cuz ultimately they can cry and bitch and moan about her all day long, doesn’t change the fact she’s still gonna do what she’s gonna do yknow?

My problem lies where some criticals have this fucking superiority complex where they fucking think they’re better than us fans just because they look at something “critically.” Even though there’s more to critical thinking than constantly fucking bitching about how bad you think something is, something they have yet to figure out.

Frankly, they aren’t better than us, they’re just obnoxious.

All they do is cry about Viv and how terrible her writing is, or how the color palette is bad, or how this or that relationship is toxic, or sometimes they don’t even bother with the show, they just start shit-talking Viv as a person.

I feel like if you have so many complaints about a work to where you want it to be something else, Just write a fucking fanfic and move on, instead of wasting time with something you clearly dislike. Stop lying to yourself about how you want to see it improve when in reality you just want it done your way.

It’s fucking weird, like they expect us to just keep listening to their stupid bullshit with no complaints, yeah you have a right to free speech, so do we, you say something fucking stupid, don’t be surprised when people call you out on it. They act like they get fucking harassed by us when in reality we’re just responding to them normally? Yeah maybe some people in the fandom are passive aggressive or respond with memes or whatever but that’s only because so many antis and criticals are fucking blockheads and nothing we say matters to them anyway so why bother? Can’t argue with a brick wall.

If you think Viv’s writing is so fucking bad, and every episode just keeps reinforcing that opinion, then why keep watching it? Swear to God I legit think some criticals are fucking masochists or something.

I’m not saying you can’t criticize either show at all, but if your criticisms revolve around how her characters “all look the same.” Or how Vivzie portrays demons or angels in an inaccurate way (even though demons and angels don’t fucking exist) then perhaps, I’m sorry to repeat something you’ve heard a million times before, it just isn’t for you.

It isn’t like Viv ever SAID she was aiming for accuracy anyway, if you think that, that’s your fault my dude. You are the idiot here.

I know those aren’t the only examples of course but they’re the ones I thought of off the top of my head.

Look, I don’t think Viv is a fucking goddess among us mere mortals or any of that horseshit, she isn’t infallible, but she’s a fucking human being! She’s a human being who frankly I think does not deserve half of the constant fucking bullshit she probably is forced to bear witness to every time she goes on social media. She doesn’t deserve to get fucking doxxed or get patreon shit leaked or whatever because some of y’all are fucking douchebags who get some fucking thrill out of making shit harder for someone who hasn’t done anything to you. She isn’t the literal devil.

But, though I’m sure she would appreciate the sentiment, I don’t have the energy to waste on debunking obviously bullshit claims about Viv, other people do that shit online as is, I just…it’s exhausting man.

I just like it for what it is. Isn’t perfect, nothing is, but I’m not asking for perfection! What I’m looking for is a good time, and so far? I’ve been enjoying myself, irritated as I can get by hearing stupid people online. Isn’t my fault I’ve been hyperfixated on her shows since 2019.

It for whatever reason has brought me far more joy than I honestly expected. Like I made OCs, I’m almost on 40 chapters of my fanfic I’ve been writing since late 2019, maybe everything I’m writing is garbage but hey, I’m having a fun time, anyone who has a problem with that can suck it.

It isn’t like this is the only thing I’ve liked that gets nothing but constant bullshit online. Sometimes I honestly think it’s best if we just didn’t bother even speaking to critics and antis, it’s obvious they’re as set in their ways as we are, why bother? Unless they say something truly reprehensible in which case we bring the wrath of God (Satan?) upon them.

Well, there’s my 2 cents. Though I think I turned 2 cents into 20 dollars with how long my ramblings tend to go on for.

🔥🧨Firecracker out🔥🧨

[stranded-in-salem]

[wattpad link] [last chapter]

warning: graphic description of murder

Luca’s POV:

A couple minutes had passed since the encounter with Grunkle & Crinkle. Luca shoved their gun back into their pocket, sighing. She spotted an analog clock up on the wall & took a closer look.

“8:27 PM.” they said. “It’s nighttime now.” “Does that mean we should go to sleep?” Mateo asked, yawning. “I am exhausted after what we just had to go through.” “Me too, but there might be more of those guys out to get us.” Norma pointed out. “If we’re asleep, we can’t defend ourselves.” “We could have someone be on watch duty,” Luca said. “& every couple of hours, we’ll switch out.”

The group seemed to agree with her. Now, it’s just a matter of who gets to be on watch first.

“So, uh..” Mateo said. “Who’s gonna be on watch?” “I don’t know.” Norma shrugged. “We’re all equally exhausted.” “Yea.. what do you think, Ollie?”

Ollie thought about it for a minute, & then pointed toward Luca.

“Me?” “You’re the Veteran, aren’t you?” Ollie asked. “Yeah..? What does that have to do with anything?” “The Veteran’s night ability is to go on alert & shoot anyone that approaches.” they explained, sitting down against the wall. “Being on watch is literally your role’s whole purpose.”

In the end, everyone (including Luca) decided it was best if they kept watch for the first couple of hours.

“Goodnight, Luca.” Norma yawned, slumping against the wall. “Goodnight, Norma.” Luca replied, leaning against the opposite wall, standing up. The others fell asleep very quickly. All Luca had to do was stand guard for about 2 hours, & everything would be fine.

-

About an hour had passed. Luca didn’t have much to do, so they had started thinking about the past 6 days. The last memory Luca had of home was her fixing up her beanie, & then passing out. They’d been here for almost a week now. The news stations must be talking about the situation, right?

More importantly, though, what was Luca going to do once they got out of here? What about Norma, or Mateo, or even Ollie?! Even when they all eventually escape, they’d have no idea where they are, & without any phones or anything, it’d be hard for them to find a way back to their house.

“What’cha thinkin’ about?”

Luca looked down. Ollie had woken up, & was sitting up against the wall.

“Oh, just.. even if we do get out of here, what are we supposed to do? None of us have any idea where we are right now, & I’m just worried.”

Ollie hummed, thinking of a response. “I’ve never been outside of this area before. He wouldn’t allow it.” they said. “I think if we all get out of here alive, we can use his technology to find your way home. He’s got lots of it.”

Luca nodded. “Who is he, anyway? If you’re comfortable sharing, that is.”

Ollie pulled their legs up to their chest. “The Grunch. He’s The Grunch.” they murmured. “The Grunch?” Luca asked.

Before anyone could say anything else, a voice unknown to Luca echoed through the hallway they were in.

“YOU! Stop right there!” “Oh, shit- Ollie, wake up the others!” Luca said, whipping out her gun.

As Ollie shook Norma & Mateo up, a figure wearing a yellow cloak approached them.

“You may have killed Grunkle & Crinkle, but you won’t be getting past me.” “& who the hell are you supposed to be?” Luca asked.

The figure took off their hood, pulling out a laser gun.

“Sponkle. The Grunch’s right-hand goon.” they said, cocking their gun. “Since Grunkle & Crinkle are dead, I’m the one in charge of stopping you all! Isn’t that fun?” “Not really, gonna be honest..” Norma mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “Oh, well too bad.” Sponkle shrugged, aiming their gun at Ollie. “Although, I’m always up for a good compromise.”

Luca aimed their gun at Sponkle. “Whatever deal you have, we don’t want it.” she said. “Just hear me out. The boss & I will let you all live, as long as Test Subject 0LL13 - or as you know them, Ollie - comes with us.” they demanded. “Why do you want Ollie anyway?” Mateo asked, aiming his gun at Sponkle as well. “I’m certain you’ve realized by now Ollie plays a huge part in this.. experiment of sorts.” Sponkle said. “A test subject made by The Grunch himself, Ollie participated in many experiments hosted by The Grunch. This is only the latest, & unfortunately required a memory wipe. However, it seems this experiment is coming to a close. We will be needing Ollie back now, though, so-”

BANG!

Mateo shot his gun at Sponkle. They stood in shock for a second.

“..you missed.” Sponkle grinned, changing their aim to Mateo. They shot at him 3 times, all hitting him in the chest.

He fell to the ground, clutching his chest.

“Mateo!”

Luca, Norma, & Ollie rushed over to Mateo. All he did was laugh, coughing up a little blood. “Heh.. I’m a shitty Mafioso, aren’t I? I can’t aim to save my life...”

Mateo coughed up a little more blood. “Good luck, you three.” Mateo smiled. “Kick this guy’s ass.”

He collapsed onto the floor, blood pouring out from his chest. Mateo was dead.

“Now that that’s taken care of,” Sponkle grinned. “I do truly hope you all will consider the deal I’ve offered you.”

Luca pretended to think about it. She knew she wasn’t gonna just give Ollie up to this guy. That would be fucked up!

“Alright,” Luca said, raising their gun up at Sponkle. “I’ve thought it through.”

A gunshot. Sponkle fell down to the ground, liquid spilling out of their head.

“We won’t take your deal.”

The Grunch’s POV:

The Grunch stared at his security cameras, watching the fight with Sponkle unravel in real time. He saw Sponkle get shot by Luca. He grimaced as Sponkle’s corpse fell on the floor.

“This isn’t good..” The Grunch groaned. “All of my goons are dead.” He sighed, getting up from his chair. “Oh, well. Guess I have to do things myself.”

[next chapter]

[yumichikah]

Sexual identity and transphobic traits TW!

I think it’s finally time I write this headcanon out since it’s been developing in my head for ages, but thanks to it’s controversial nature, I’ve left it to mature some.

Anyone who has read the tybw as manga knows that Yumichika commented on Giselle, calling her a man even though she identifies as a female. Now that we do have an active Giselle in the rpc, I’d like to discuss it. In all honesty, I think the whole transphobic attitude that is shown in that scene does fit Yumichika’s character. He himself isn’t the most friendly and understanding dude and we see him having issues with Charlotte’s version of beauty earlier in the series too. He is a very self-centred and closed off man, who quite often projects his insecurities outwards by putting others down(i.e. calling them ugly). With Giselle it was clear to him that she is an enemy and quite deserving of loathing thanks to her using others as her weapons instead of fighting traditionally like the whole of Eleventh usually does(and what they swear by). With such a person Yumichika would definitely not feel bad if he did hurt her feelings – hell, one could argue that that’s exactly what he was aiming for in the first place.

Now also there’s the issue of this ass of a man being really feminine himself. He grew up in a very hostile and violent place with that unconventionally pretty face and definitely had issues with rougher guys harassing him thanks to it. For what I have imagined his past to be, he would’ve gotten called a girl countless times, his skills as a fighter getting questioned constantly and him having to prove himself to everyone all the time. Surrounded by criminals, he most likely started to fight simply to defend himself from men who saw a petite long haired boy as easy prey. Such a thing would leave just about anyone struggling with their own identity as he did find more traditionally feminine things more appealing than masculine ones, but hated being called a girl thanks to creepers. Yet he most likely did use his looks to lure those people into traps so he could kill them and steal whatever he wanted from them too… so being almost like a girl had it’s advantages when surviving and staying alive, but damaged him mentally a lot. It’s one mess of a sexual identity that boy developed in the Rukongai, to say the least.

And with that said, Yumichika noticing a person who has accepted themselves and their sexual identity, who isn’t afraid to be who they want to be and present themselves how they want to be seen as would be triggering as hell to him. He would be going through all the years of living almost with two gender identities among predators that treated him like garbage. He would remember how much it hurt when he was told how he looked like a woman, while he definitely profited off of it at the time. He knew it was confusing and made you doubt everything you are when you got gendered wrong – and that’s why I think he wouldn’t regret misgendering Giselle at all. He wanted to hurt her. He wasn’t trying to buddy up an enemy and his own frustrations with his own mess of an identity and all the insecurities were there to amp everything up. He was letting out his own hurt in the form of looking down a person he pretty much wanted to be – a someone who is confident in their identity and who isn’t hiding themselves away in fear of getting rejected.

To conclude; Yumichika has transphobic traits, yes. It’s not because he is incapable of accepting others, but because he has trouble accepting himself. He will look down at anyone who reminds him of the years he struggled before meeting Ikkaku and he won’t be apologetic about it as long as the said person doesn’t become a friend. He still has no idea what or who he truly is himself.

This does NOT mean that I as a mun agree with him on this topic!! This is a very strong case of MUN DOES NOT EQUAL MUSE.