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lycheedr3ams · 1 year

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Taming You

fem!reader x toxic!konig

MDNI | DDDNE

Warnings: konig is misogynist, controlling, possessive, slight yandere, pervert konig, toxic masculinity, marking, dub-con, p in v sex, brief mention of ass-slapping, dark content ahead

DO NOT DO THIS IRL EVER. THIS IS ONLY FOR FANTASY

you had first spoken with konig when he needed your help to fix one of his work tablets. you had seen him around on base before, his eyes always on you as you went past, but neither of you approached the other. it took you a few days to fix his device, and during those days you learned his type - it was you. his recent searches on porn websites that he didn't bother to erase described you a little too closely. and the situations that he looked up with your bodily descriptions, well, they made you feel a little sick.

you handed his tablet back to him with a forced smile. but he was so polite as he thanked you that you began to wonder if you had misread his searches.

"danke, meine Schatz," he said so gently as he took the tablet from your hands slowly as not to startle you. the sweet tone in his voice made you let down your guard for a moment. it reflected so obviously in your eyes, and the way your smile became a little less forced and showed more teeth.

"if you ever have a problem with anyone here, you let me know, ja?" he said gently again, as if he were telling you a bedtime story. you blinked and your smile faltered slightly as you processed his words. this time, your smile attempted to tame the beast. to fawn.

"i haven't had any problems here thankfully, i think everything will be okay," you said with a shaky voice.

konig stared at you for a moment, silent and dark, before his voice adopted that soothing tone that no one else had ever heard from him. "still. you come to me. for anything. ja?"

you just nodded as you smiled. there was no way you would get him off your back by fighting him. not that you could, even if you wanted to, verbally or physically.

...

somewhere along the line, konig had become your boyfriend. you weren't really sure how it happened. he asked you out to dinner a few times, and each time, you said yes. you were too scared to say no. konig was always gentle with you though. he always held the door open for you, tipped the waitress well, didn't get handsy with you too soon.

but you would argue with him sometimes. or rather, you would be put in your place.

"you have quite a mouth, you know?" he said lowly as he looked down at you. you challenged his stare with one of your own, but it began to crack as he began to stand up to his full height. "your past man friends let you talk to them like this?"

you nodded, too scared to speak.

konig shook his head from side to side. "not with me, Schatz." his eyes seemed to go even darker from underneath his hood. "you don't talk to me like that, ever," he growled. he bent his back slightly so that he was now completely leaning over you. "i'll teach you how a woman should talk to her man. i will make you behave."

your breathing was deeper as he emphasized that last word. his demeanor, how he was talking to you, infuriated you. everything in your logical mind told you to get a restraining order from him, to switch jobs, block him, to never see him again. your mind told you he was dangerous. controlling.

but the throbbing in your core and your slick-drenched panties told you something else. you stared up at him through your lashes defiantly, but said nothing.

konig seemed slightly satisfied with that. "see? you can be a good girl. you're not used to being with a man. you've been with boys. i will change that."

...

konig tamed you with his cock. you hated to admit that. you denied it every chance you could.

"all it takes is a hard cock to make you behave," he grunted into your ear as he fucked you with your ass in the air and your face pressed into the mattress. you moaned without abandon, relishing the way he perfectly filled you up with each thrust.

you were always so much more obedient after he fucked you. he wouldn't miss the near hearts in your eyes after each session. how you'd look at him so innocently and sweetly as he stroked your hair.

"you're getting better," he whispered into your hair. "you barely talk back anymore. that's how a woman should be."

you knew the things you "talked back" to konig about would all be evidence for a restraining order from him. how he threatened to keep you locked in his room when he saw a text from a guy on your phone (it was your cousin), how he nearly killed the guy who accidentally bumped into you in the hallway one night, how he'd give you so many dark hickeys that you couldn't possibly hide them for work, how he'd silently dare you to talk back to him when he said something you didn't agree with. but all you did was stare angrily at him, and feel your core throb as he tamed you.

but sex with him wasn't always loving. most of the time, it wasn't. he'd hold you down despite your protests of it being too much, and just slam his cock into you over and over and over again. he'd toss you onto any surface he could before he rushed up behind you and shoved it in. he didn't care who heard, or who saw. everyone needed to know that you were his.

but that was evident enough even without hearing you scream his name almost every night. it was the way he would be right behind you wherever you were when he wasn't on duty. how you could barely use the women's restroom without him growing sour. how he'd stare daggers into any man who even dared to glance at you, or how he'd slap your ass in front of a room full of people just so show off his cute little trophy. the way you yelped each time he did it was just so cute.

he did train you how to be the woman he wanted. an obedient, pliable woman who never protested anything he said, and took his cock gratefully every time he gave it to you.

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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I heard you are looking for Barbie prompts👀👀

1. Ken learning to kiss (he's never done it before lol)

2. FtM reader struggling, Ken helps him realize he's just as much of a man as anyone else

3. Ken asking for advice on winning over Barbie, only to fall for reader

4. Ken revealing his struggle with toxic masculinity and his shame

God so many amazing prompts, I wish I could write them all but I don’t wanna bore anyone with how long of a fic that would be. So if anyone wants me to do the other prompts (1, 2, or 4) plz let me know.

Prompt 3: Ken asks for advice on how to win over Barbie, only to fall for reader in the process.

You cringed as another one of Ken’s failed attempts of impressing stereotypical Barbie. You had to applaud your friends’ tenacity because had it been you, you would’ve just given up in the moments where Ken had done nothing but persist in his pursuit of the beautiful blonde. You honestly didn’t a clue in whether or not it’ll do Ken any good in telling him that he would be better off in giving up, or it’ll just further persuade him into trying even harder in his efforts in a desperate form of hope that one day she’ll see him. Like actually see him.

Whatever the outcome, you knew that not matter what was being said by anyone, Ken was one to never know in when it’s okay to quit. His supposed advancements weren’t advancing anything in regards to his and Barrie’s relationship; they were still on square one in your humble opinion, as it was quite blatantly obvious that Ken needed Barbie like she was the oxygen he breaths but Barbie didn’t need Ken, she could very well breath happily without him.

Quickly seeing how you and Ken were the only ones left upon the peachy pink beach, you sighed as you made your way next to your blonde friend -who was very much in the literal sense lying face down within the sand- before sitting yourself down next to him with your knees propped up so that your arms may rest atop of them, followed softly after by your head feasting atop of your arms as you stared out beyond the horizon.

‘Well, that certainly went off without a hitch, didn’t it blondie.’ You said rhetorically whilst Ken groaned as he removed himself from the sand before practically slumping himself against your side.

‘First of all, my names Ken, not blondie, and secondly what is it that I’m doing wrong?’ Ken said, ‘I’d thought that she would totally be girlfriend/boyfriend with me by now but it seems that no matter how many times I’ve tried to make her see the man behind the tan, the more she doesn’t want me…what do I have to change about me to get her to admit that she likes me?’ He adds solemnly before looking over at you with a look of sheer desperation and hopelessness. ‘Tell me what it is that I have to change about myself in order to make Barbie see me.’ He asked of you, making you look his way as he grabbed your hands in his, almost like he was pleading to you to hear him. ‘Tell me what to change and I’ll do it, tell me what will make her see me as more Ken the boyfriend then Ken the friend.’

You stayed silent for awhile as you made the conscious choice to stare into his beautiful cerulean blue eyes that looked almost midnight blue with how they perfectly mimicked the starry sky above, or how they perfectly encapsulated the deepest depths of the very ocean he often -though not that often as he liked to claim- surfed. It was without saying that the Ken before you, your best friend Ken, was probably the most beautiful Ken you’ve ever come across, and while it’s not uncommon for friends to hype up the others beauty; there was obviously lines in the sand in regards to how far one can speak so highly of another’s appearance without it having somewhat romantic implications.

Upon realising how long you had been inside your own head, whilst externally just staring at him like a weirdo, you began to talk. ‘Here’s one thing you can stop doing and that’s going to extreme lengths to impress her.’ You told him, watching as his face slightly drop before feeling a panic consume you into continuing soliciting your advice, ‘I’m not saying you should cut it out all together but maybe tone it down a little, nobody here wants you to end up badly hurt yourself one day. Besides I think it’d be best if you just let her see the so called ‘man behind the tan.’ You added on as you pulled one hand of yours away from Ken’s hold in order to press it against his chest; more specifically where his heart lies. ‘Show Barbie the Ken that I know and love, the Ken who isn’t above helping others, the Ken who loves horses despite never having ridden one, the Ken who loves the beach, the Ken who loves his friends and will go above and beyond for them.’

You paused before trailing your hand upward so that it was now resting behind his neck, your thumb running across his skin in soothing patterns as you smiled at him, causing Ken to take a sharp inhale of breath. ‘You don’t have to change Ken, I don’t want my best friend to change for someone who won’t realise how lucky she is to have you in her life Ken.’ You utter softly before adding, ‘because I am and I prefer you the way you are right now, but I’m not the one your perusing and therefore I have no say in who you change for, just hope that you never do.’ You hauled yourself onto your feet before making your way off of the beach and back to your home, leaving Ken to stare after you in wonder and in awe.

‘Have I? Have I been going after the wrong person?’ Ken asked himself as thoughts of Barbie quickly became thoughts of you instead and the feeling that usually blossoms within him for Barbie, seemed to have only blossomed more then ever in regards of when it came to you. Naturally Ken was conflicted about the sudden change, wasn’t he suppose to be with Barbie? Then why did the notion of being your boyfriend felt more natural, more likeable then being Barbie’s boyfriend? He couldn’t understand how after perusing Barbie for as long as he has, his heart and mind have seemingly made peace with the fact that she wasn’t even at all interested in him, just as they were immediate in their change of trajectory and instead decided to set their sights on you after this particular night on the beach, and engaging within a conversation that relied on him to being open and honest about his feelings.

Ken just couldn’t understand why he felt so breathless when you smiled at him not too long ago, it felt as though you knocked the wind clear out of his lungs and he was still struggling on getting it back the more his mind stayed stuck on that particular moment. Ken was afraid to admit that he had fallen for someone new, but a small part of him was telling him that he had fallen for you way before the events that lead up to tonight’s conversation, telling him that it was no longer Barbie he was trying to impress but you.

#barbie #barbie imagine #barbie imagines #ken x you #ken x y/n #ken x reader #ken fic #ken fluff #Ken imagines #Ken imagine

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abyssal-author-and-artist · 24 days

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oh shit i just realized i forgot to post the trans dipper essay

oh well, better late than never!

Introducing - Why Mason "Dipper" Pines is Trans and Why that Matters - an essay I spent more time on than I did my actual college project today

Mason "Dipper" Pines from Gravity Falls is trans. Trans masculine, to be specific. Do I believe this was intentional? No. Do I believe that there's a seriously convincing case to be made? Fuck yes.

So first off, he's just like me frfr, which is pretty compelling in and of itself. But that's not enough for a whole essay, so we move onto our second point - character designs. Dipper is designed like, well, like every modern-era trans man I've ever drawn who isn't goth. The shorts, the one shirt in the one color, the absolute insecurity. He even does the hunch of the back! Also, I think I heard somewhere that the vest is to make his shoulders look broader, which I'm not entirely sure is canon but I am accepting this whole-heartedly. It's such a trans move of him. He's too young (and it's summer so it's too hot) to wear a dysphoria hoodie so he picked a vest. (I say too young because dysphoria hoodies usually cover your chest and Dipper and Mabel probably haven't hit puberty.)

The second part comes directly from science. According to this article, and many others, sex in identical twins is complicated, but most identical twins will be born the same sex. There are cases where this isn't true (which might be the case for Mabel and Dipper) or they might be fraternal, which is also pretty likely. However, looking at them when they were younger (and listening to their very similar voices), it's likely they were identical and both girls. That's not to say I dislike trans Mabel - every trans woman I draw dresses like her, so I do love her being trans as well and them hitting the age of like. 10. and swapping genders is incredibly funny and adorable to me.

So, we can't reliably use the aforementioned evidence, then, can we? After all, identical twins can be different sexes, although rare, and we don't have any proof they are identical beyond their visual (and when they were younger, audible) similarities. Well, first off, I'd say that's pretty compelling evidence already. In a cartoon, especially one as detailed and beautiful-looking as Gravity Falls (the art is good and I will die on this hill), visual language makes up for a lot. And Alex Hirsh has gone on record saying that he very much wanted Jason Ritter and Kristen Schaal for Dipper and Mabel respectively, to the point where he would have canceled the show if Kristen hadn't signed on, so I wholeheartedly believe every character (with the exception of Grenda and any other characters who had last minute va's picked) had their voice actors picked very specifically. I can't find whether Jason Ritter voiced younger Dipper, though, so that's a dead end.

Now, that's all well and good, but it's a lot of visual language, isn't it? Why don't we move into something more based in the writing itself?

So the first and most prominent example of Dipper being transgender is the episode Dipper vs Manliness. You know it, you probably have emotions on it, it's the episode where Dipper is trying his hardest to be a man's man. The episode was supposed to be about toxic masculinity and how to be a real man is to stick to your morals. It's a good lesson and in my opinion, holds up even in 2024. Pretty good. Does a great job of what it wants to do. Now, Dipper vs. Manliness has been dissected to hell and back already as a transgender allegory, so I'll keep this brief: the episode centers around Dipper being mocked for not being manly. While Mabel and Stan still see him as a man, albeit an effeminate one, it gets to Dipper. He proceeds to do anything to prove himself a real man. If viewed as a trans allegory, Mabel is teasing her brother and not realizing how deeply it actually hurts him (whether accidentally because she fails to realize how insecure he is over it or because she hasn't been there before, depending on how you want to headcanon it). As for Stan, I like to pretend he's supportive but regularly forgets Dipper was ever a girl, so he makes a serious slip up because of that (and/or he's regurgitating stuff said to him. That hits harder if you also headcanon trans Stan, which I am warming up to). Dipper proceeds to try and prove himself a man, crying when he takes even one more blow to his self esteem/sense of identity as a man, and eventually gets comfort from his family when they realize just how BADLY they messed him up. He is affirmed as a man and the episode ends. Everything that can be said, has been said - including that you don't have to act toxically masculine - or even masculine at all - to be a real man. Remember this part, it will be important later.

So, other trans moments for Dipper come a little sparser. Dipper vs. Manliness is the example for a good reason. But still, there's other moments. The short Voice Over from one of the short story compliation episodes is another one that's commonly referenced as a metaphor for voice dysphoria. Yes, Dipper's voice is cracking in ways common for a cis pre-teen boy his age, but the pitch and tone of his voice can also be seen as his more feminine voice peeking through. Taking the potion can be seen as taking testosterone or other hormones. Granted, this falls apart when you consider that Dipper is later discouraged from taking the potion, because that could be read as Dipper being discouraged from transitioning, but on the other side of the spectrum, it could be read as Dipper being affirmed as a real man despite his voice. From that perspective, his family prevents him from taking (possibly dangerous) homebrewed hrt. Also, the euphoria he gets when it does change his voice is just. Absolutely adorable.

Now, my favorite resource for Dipper acting trans is in the episode Headhunters. He's asking Manly Dan questions and Manly Dan calls Dipper a girl. And MAN the discomfort on Dipper's face. He immediately attempts to correct Manly Dan, but is shut down and the episode moves on. I think that for such a short moment, it does a good job of making Dipper seem trans, though. He is called a girl and feels extreme discomfort around it. He does not like being called a girl. He is not a girl. But he's not shocked or surprised or even really offended - he's resigned. He's used to being called a girl. Sure, he hates it, but he doesn't cry or scream or anything. Sounds to me like a trans man who's absurdly used to being misgendered but still hates it. That pain never goes away, but sometimes all you can do is flinch in discomfort, try to correct and move on, like the episode does.

For a (mostly humorous) video of more of Dipper acting trans, check out this video.

So I think we've made a pretty compelling point for Dipper Pines being trans masc here. Looks pretty good, yup, this is a great essay, let's wrap it up. Oh? What's that? The name of this essay?

Why Mason "Dipper" Pines is transgender and why that matters.

Well, let's dive into section two of this essay - why does Dipper being trans matter?

Someone could easily say it doesn't matter. Just fun fandom headcanons, that's it, wrap it up now. Nothing more to say. Dipper is trans and that's just a fun reading of his character.

But I don't think that's the case. I think that Dipper being trans means so much - to trans fans of the show, to fans who have never seen or spoken to trans people before, and to queer fans of Gravity Falls and similar shows. (I personally am a Steven Universe fan who really valued the representation there, so Gravity Falls and all it's queer coding means a lot to me.)

First and foremost, I'm not going to keep you in the dark as to why you're remembering my earlier point. As a recap, it was this: Dipper vs. Manliness, and by proxy, Gravity Falls as a whole, says that you don't have to be traditionally masculine to be a real man. For a show that spends a lot of time mocking a kid commonly headcanoned to be a trans man, that says a lot, and a lot of stuff I think more people need to hear.

You do not need to act like your gender to be your gender.

You do not need to present like your gender to be your gender.

You do not need to fit some rigid box that society enforces to be who you are.

If you are a man, you are a man, trans or cis, regardless of how you act. (And the same goes for women and nonbinary people! You don't have to fit a mold.)

You don't owe anyone anything.

You don't owe people masculinity. (Or femininity or androgyny for that matter.)

I think that's part of the reason Dipper vs. Manliness ages so well. Dipper reads as trans, especially to queer fans, and his story in that episode tells us that we don't have to be someone we're not for people to take us seriously as who we are. At the end of the day, the really masculine thing is staying true to you - a sentiment echoed and reversed in The Last Mabelcorn, where the most feminine thing you can do is to stay true to yourself. I can't find it right now, but I could swear that there's a That GF Fan video explaining my point a little better. The point is, there's nothing that makes you more of whatever your gender is than staying true to yourself.

Additionally, if Dipper really is trans and someone sees themself in him, that can help them explore their gender or explain it to other people. Young kids who have never interacted with trans people before can see Dipper and grow up to connect the dots - or grow up to have him crack their eggs.

I know I'm new to the fandom and I was already out before watching the show, but he really helped me explore my gender. I like dressing like him - he's very relatable, even though I'm old enough to be in college now. I see him as a very anxious, slightly paranoid trans kid, and I see a lot of myself in him. He has a lot of issues, and a lot of issues that aren't trans specific but definitely hit harder when you are trans. He makes me feel seen on a level that I never thought a cartoon character could do.

Honestly, here would be a good place to put a rant about representation in kids media - queer kids under the age of 12 exist and struggle. I liked a girl (before realizing I was trans) in fifth grade, so about 9 years old. There are kids who experiment with their gender when they're younger than that. We're here and we exist, and every single time a character in children's media is made and is prevalent, another kid is able to really see themself.

That's really the point of this section. Dipper is trans. That matters. People - mostly queer kids but people of all ages - see themselves in him. He's here and we see him as queer because it's validating. It feels so good to hear Stan affirm him at the end of Dipper vs. Manliness, because it proves that at the end of the day, you don't need to present as super masc or femme or androgynous to be who you are.

Gravity Falls, through coding Dipper as trans, sent a message:

You are seen. You are loved. You are valid.

Thank you for reading this all. Trans Dipper means a lot to me, and I love writing him and seeing him in general. I want more of him because Dipper being trans means the world to me.

I love you all. Have a wonderful day. Remember to stay true to yourself.

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Plurality on the Disc

CW: Fatphobia, euthanasia

One thing you can always say about Pratchett was that he did not believe in prejudice. The man saw the world through a lens of satire and yet in all things he attempted to see the humanity in all things and tried to bleed that compassion into the world he created, especially with the modernization of the central city, Ankh Morpork.

Pratchett's works as early as the 90s were showing positive trans representation in Cheery Littlebottom, a dwarf who opts to present femme within a culture that treats displays of gender other than the "default", without acknowledging the inherent bias that the "default" gender presentation within Dwarf culture is masculine. It seems Pratchett was able to display "Male or Political" as a fallacy long before toxic gamer culture.

Sensing that the audience may have found this too subtle he went on to write Monstrous Regiment in 2003, a story about a group of women who take up arms, disguise their gender and live as men to fight in a war. As many things on the Disc it was written with fantasy and satire in mind and yet was incredibly detailed in historical accuracy. As trans-folx continuously remind: "We have always been here"

Today's topic, though, is on plurality. Typically in Media, Myself and I essays we focus on depictions of DID with an emphasis on psychopathology. Pathology and mental illness do not really factor into the fantasy world of Discworld. One need only look at the "Sideflashes" depicted in Monstrous Regiment, those being moments where a vampire character has traumatic hallucinations of the Vietnam War of our world, to know that Pratchett is more interested in satirizing the genre mediums he is working within rather than depicting accurate portraits of real mental illness.

That said, in one of his final books, Thud! Pratchett did have a character with two distinct personalities who could withhold information from one another say "It's supposed to be an illness, but all I can say is, we've gotten along well."

Pratchett always leads with compassion and in all of his work he does his research. Though he never wrote much about the supposed illness mentioned in Thud!, he has written plural characters and we're going to focus on one right now.

The books in question are Maskerade (1995) and Carpe Jugulum (2003). These books heavily feature the characters Agnes Nitt and Perdita X Dream.

The first of the two stories is a parody of The Phantom of the Opera with a heavy emphasis on the real life stress and drama behind the scenes of any stage performance. A must read for any theatre kid who wishes to see 'the show must go on' taken to ludicrous extremes.

Agnes is a young witch who has talent as a singer. So much so that she is able to sing in harmony with herself. She decides to move to the big city and join the opera house in hopes of turning her talents to become a star.

Agnes is a prim and proper young witch, raised to think and act a certain way. The problem is, of course, she wants to act in ways unbecoming of who she is perceived as. So growing up when she misbehaved and acted outside of these rigid expectations she would compartmentalize all of her behaviors into Perdita X Dream, "the thin woman trying to get out"

She'd caught herself saying 'poot!' and 'dang!' when she wanted to swear, and using pink writing paper. She'd got a reputation for being calm and capable in a crisis. Next thing she knew she'd be making shortbread and apple pies as good as her mother's, and then there'd be no hope for her. So she'd introduced Perdita. She'd heard somewhere that inside every fat woman was a thin woman trying to get out[3] so she'd named her Perdita. She was a good repository for all those thoughts that Agnes couldn't think on account of her wonderful personality. Perdita would use black writing paper if she could get away with it, and would be beautifully pale instead of embarrassingly flushed. Perdita wanted to be an interestingly lost soul in plumcoloured lipstick. Just occasionally, though, Agnes thought Perdita was as dumb as she was.

It is not uncommon for those with dissociative disorders to have these idealized personas that take on lives of their own. Though the Fae beauty known as Dawn is a name and identity that I have forged through decades of actualizing, my humble roots will always be the performance of what we thought a strong and capable woman would look and sound like. The fact we borrowed the blueprints is neither here nor there.

In moving to the city of Ankh, Agnes decides that she is free of those who have told her what to do and able to live as she has always desired. She adopts the name Perdita as her own and signs up to sing.

After moving in to the opera house she becomes entangled in the plot of Phantom of the Opera. The central story of the book is a retelling of PotO but with the Disc's patented absurdity added on and Agnes being used as a perspective character. At a point Christine, the only woman capable of exclaiming a whisper, switches rooms with Agnes because she is keeps hearing voices while she's trying to sleep. That night the voice from behind the mirror calls out into the darkness, thinking it is speaking to Christine, and speaks to Agnes instead.

There is makes it very clear as to why Agnes cannot be the central figure of the book.

Agnes pulled the bedclothes up higher. 'In the middle of the night?!' 'Night is nothing to me. I belong to the night. And I can help you.' It was a pleasant voice. It seemed to be coming from the mirror. 'Help me to do what?!' 'Don't you want to be the best singer in the opera?' 'Oh, Perdita is a lot better than me!!' There was silence for a moment, and then the voice said: 'But while I cannot teach her to look and move like you, I can teach you to sing like her.' Agnes stared into the darkness, shock and humiliation rising from her like steam.

Fatphobia is real and is on The Disc, I am sad to say.

But it is after this incident that Agnes begins to recognize the prejudice that has been levied at her the entire book and the prim and proper Agnes politely thinks calm and pleasant thoughts when she is insulted, it is Perdita who thinks rude words.

This gets worse as the plot goes on and the managers cast Christine as the lead and have Agnes sing the lead from the chorus.

The humiliation and compartmentalized resentment continues on and...

What she was about to do was wrong. Very wrong. And all her life she'd done things that were right. Go on, said Perdita. In fact, she probably wouldn't even do it. But there was no harm in just asking where there was a herbal shop, so she asked. And there was no harm in going in, so she went in. And it certainly wasn't against any kind of law to buy the ingredients she bought. After all, she might get a headache later on, or be unable to sleep. And it would mean nothing at all to take them back to her room and tuck them under the mattress. That's right, said Perdita.

Passive Influence is a term used for when a part/alter pushes for action while another part is fronting in the system.

In this example Perdita is steering Agnes to perform actions that are not congruent with her nature and her beliefs. Agnes is not capable of plotting revenge against someone and enacting a scheme and so even while performing the actions she is rationalizing to herself that she is not actually doing anything untoward because it is not in her nature to do such a thing.

The traits exist but they do not belong to Agnes and at this point she has not yet realized that the Perdita identity that she has formed is capable of asserting her own will.

The formation of a dissociative disorder typically occurs when a child is in a situation of constant trauma and need to adapt contradicting realities in order to function. Most common of which is the contradiction of needing protection, nurture and safety from the caregivers who provide terror and pain. To function within that framework a young mind will compartmentalize experiences in order to maintain a reality where both these truths are compatible.

Agnes, in part due to the prejudice she faces for her weight, has to have a wonderful personality. Her acceptance within society requires her to act the part and be a kind and sweet girl with a wonderful personality. Always be the best version of herself in spite of her looks because without that wonderful personality she will only be regarded as a large woman and will be discarded.

So she puts away all the thoughts that run contrary to that narrative. Anything that doesn't fit in the Nice Girl persona.

Aren't you just tired of putting up with it, though? Don't you want to go apeshit?

If you were someone like Agnes Nitt, wouldn't you long to be someone as dark and mysterious as Perdita X Dream?

As the book goes on Perdita continues thinking things from behind Agnes' eyes and the narrative begins describing their differing perspectives. The schism growing wider and wider throughout the story.

At the start of the book, when Perdita began becoming more prominent, the prose would say "Perdita thought a rude word" then, as in the passive influence section, "Perdita said" is included in the text. Later still Agnes and Perdita converse within the prose.

The candle burned with a greenish-blue edge to the flame. Somewhere, said Perdita, there was the secret room. If there wasn't a huge and glittering secret cavern, what on earth was life for? There had to be a secret room. A room, full of. . . giant candles, and enormous stalagmites. . . But it certainly isn't here, said Agnes.

The further on the story goes the more comfortable both character and author are in sharing the back and forth between Nitt and Dream.

If Maskerade was the introduction to the concept then Carpe Jugulum (2003) is where Agnes Nitt and Perdita X Dream's shared mind and body become central figures in the story and are allowed to explore themselves a little more. In the previous story Perdita is treated as where Agnes puts all of her unseemly actions and desires.

In Carpe Jugulum it is treated very emphatically as a dissociative disorder where two parts of the same mind share control over the same body.

She simply sang in harmony with herself. Unless she concentrated it was happening more and more these days. Perdita had rather a reedy voice, but she insisted on joining in. Those who are inclined to casual cruelty say that inside a fat girl is a thin girl and a lot of chocolate. Agnes’s thin girl was Perdita. She wasn’t sure how she’d acquired the invisible passenger. Her mother had told her that when she was small she’d been in the habit of blaming accidents and mysteries, such as the disappearance of a bowl of cream or the breaking of a prized jug, on “the other little girl.”

The tone is set early on with Pratchett working to codify that which already existed by including Agnes putting the pieces together as an adult based on what others had told her she did as a child, something all too common with those with dissociative disorders.

The pair are living in harmony for the most part, Perdita enjoys getting to sing with Agnes and is fiercely defensive of her host. She does not enjoy it when people are mean to Agnes. It is why she focused much of Maskerade on scowling at Christine. Though Perdita herself seems to enjoy bullying Agnes, as she does delight in cruelly calling her a lump.

The story this time is about a group of Modern Sexy Vampires moving in to the witches' town and deciding to take over. Much of the book's satire is a comparison of the Anne Rice and World of Darkness ethos on vampire lore and comparing it to the more gothic and classic depictions such as Nosferatu and Bram Stoker's Dracula.

As well as the complete and utter violation that is "treating people like things".

The story also introduces Mightily Oats (who Perdita will squee about having a cool ponytail), a parody of the catholic vampire slayer trope. He, himself, has a "rifted personality" like Agnes and Perdita due to his adherence to the contradicting commandments and beliefs held within the religious texts of his faith, Om.

Unfortunately, Perdita's alliance with Agnes is harmed when the vampires move in and Perdita finds herself largely attracted to them. Perdita is the very essence of a scene kid, after all, she'd listen to Evanescence if they existed on The Disc. Throughout the early phase of the vampire plot Perdita finds herself internally shaking Agnes and screaming petulantly at her that she is fumbling the ball so hard when faced with them.

Ask him his name! Perdita yelled. No, that’d be forward of me, Agnes thought. Perdita screamed, You were built forward, you stupid lump—

I am certain many reading this will empathize. I certainly do.

But all too quickly the plot of the vampires is revealed and they begin using their vampire hypnosis to control the town. All while Perdita is screaming rebellion and demanding they be given garlic enemas.

Perdita is unimpacted by the mind control. What's worse is that the vampires can read minds and can tell there's something odd about Agnes but not quite what.

Ur…” She stopped it turning into a giggle. “Not really. Not very well…” Didn’t you listen to what they were saying? They’re vampires! “Shut up,” she said aloud. “I beg your pardon?” said Vlad, looking puzzled. “And they’re…well, they’re not a very good orchestra…” Didn’t you pay any attention to what they were saying at all, you useless lump? “They’re a very bad orchestra,” said Vlad. “Well, the King only bought the instruments last month and basically they’re trying to learn together—” Chop his head off! Give him a garlic enema! “Are you all right? You really know there are no vampires here, don’t you…” He’s controlling you! Perdita screamed. They’re… affecting people! “I’m a bit… faint from all the excitement,” Agnes mumbled. “I think I’ll go home.” Some instinct at bone-marrow level made her add, “I’ll ask Nanny to go with me.” Vlad gave her an odd look, as if she wasn’t reacting in quite the right way. Then he smiled. Agnes noticed that he had very white teeth. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you, Miss Nitt,” he said. “There’s something so… inner about you.” That’s me! That’s me! He can’t work me out! Now let’s both get out of here! yelled Perdita.

Up until now Perdita has been a very internal experience for plurality, itself a rarity within fiction. Perdita never fronts in the entirety of Maskerade. She is a sharp and judgmental voice in the back of Agnes' head and shaped much like her repressed desires.

After escaping the clutches of vampire mind control and escaping from the dangerous circumstance Perdita yanks control of the body and outs herself to fellow witch Nanny Ogg, leading to the first time either Nitt or Dream have had to describe their situation to someone outside the body.

“It’s all right,” said Agnes. “It’s me again, Agnes Nitt, but…She’s here but… I’m sort of holding on. Yes! Yes! All right! All right, just shut up, will y— Look, it’s my body, you’re just a figment of my imagina—Okay! Okay! Perhaps it’s not quite so clear c—Let me just talk to Nanny, will you?” “Which one are you now?” said Nanny Ogg. “I’m still Agnes, of course.” She rolled her eyes up. “All right! I’m Agnes currently being advised by Perdita, who is also me. In a way. And I’m not too fat, thank you so very much!” “How many of you are there in there?” said Nanny. “What do you mean, ‘room for ten’?” shouted Agnes. “Shut up! Listen, Perdita says there were vampires at the party. The Magpyr family, she says. She can’t understand how we acted. They were putting a kind of…’fluence over everyone. Including me, which is why she was able to break thr—Yes, all right, I’m telling it, thank you!” “Why not her, then?” said Nanny. “Because she’s got a mind of her own! […] Nanny rubbed her chin, torn between the vampiric revelation and prurient curiosity about Perdita. “How does Perdita work, then?” she said. Agnes sighed. “Look, you know the part of you that wants to do all the things you don’t dare do, and thinks the thoughts you don’t dare think?” Nanny’s face stayed blank. Agnes floundered. “Like…maybe…rip off all your clothes and run naked in the rain?” she hazarded. “Oh yes. Right,” said Nanny. “Well…I suppose Perdita is that part of me.” “Really? I’ve always been that part of me,” said Nanny. “The important thing is to remember where you left your clothes.”

This is the compassion in Pratchett's writing I'd mentioned. In this story Perdita is revealed to be part of Agnes and though Nanny Ogg is confused and a little ignorant of the whole affair, going as far as to yell "is she treating you alright in there?" into Perdita's ear, she is caring and understanding. In Maskerade Nanny was the one person in Lancre who accepted Agnes changing her name to Perdita, reasoning that "people ought to call themselves what they want."

In approaching the abnormal circumstance with compassion in the fiction it helps those reading get a broader and better understanding of how to be kind and treat those impacted in real life.

Also, as a side note, Agnes yelling at Nanny while "currently advised by Perdita" may not be an overt piece of representation but there is a concept called Blending within plurality. It's not mentioned in textbooks I've read but is often discussed in support communities. At times when two parts are co-conscious in front their traits will become a little blended.

In a way parts of a dissociative system are simply a way of storing traits necessary to function but dividing them to prevent emotional harm and damage or to maintain a form of continuity of self. To give an example we were ejected by our caregivers and internalized it as our own fault for being undesirable so part of us cannot fathom doing anything which would make us disposable and unlikable but our circumstances required becoming cold and focused for survival and so the sweet kind and lovable empathy driven part and the cold and angry survival part are kept in separate boxes. Likewise we have trauma related to eroticism but there is still an attraction to such material within us and so in order to function I handle that aspect of our life and shelter the others from being impacted. At first due to heavy dissociation and denial and these days due to practice in therapy allowing us to let parts "opt out" and retreat inwards when they do not want to be involved in what is happening with the body.

In a way blended parts are closer to what a person would be like if they were singlet, though blurring does not often involve the entire system if there are more than 2 parts.

And though I say 'closer', I do not mean entirely as typically when blended people are in an activated state. In the above case where Perdita and Nanny had triggered Agnes' frustrations about her weight being bullied, she was unable to control the emotion of her reaction.

We refer to such days when we are blended and incapable of controlling our emotional reactions as "thin skinned days". They were more common prior to diagnosis.

As the story continues the pair need to see-saw their consciousness to avoid vampire mind control and we are treated to moments of Agnes being the "invisible passenger" in the situation, going as far to show her ability to focus attention on reading is not as sharp as Agnes'. Something I can assure you is quite true within parts of a dissociative system. Goodness knows Cammie would never have the patience to do the reading and typing necessary for these essays.

The story continues on and though there are moments of casual misunderstanding which are a par for the course in such tales, such as Nanny telling Perdita to "give Agnes her body back, you know it's hers really--" before knocking her out to ensure Agnes has control. They throw out lines like:

“Yes, that’s Agnes,” she said, standing back. “Her face goes sharper when it’s the other one. See? I told you she’d be the one that came back. She’s got more practice.”

And let me say, when someone knows you and loves you enough to recognize a part by the way they wear their face alone, it's something. I am simply incapable of reading a moment like that and not breaking into a smile and thinking of the many times our long distance love has tried to explain how she can just tell without a word when we have switched.

But as always. Pratchett leads with compassion. Where Nanny Ogg says that she thinks people should be called what they want to be called in Maskerade, regarding Agnes' wish to be called Perdita (not Perditax), it is Granny Weatherwax the beating heart and soul of the Discworld who says it best

Ah...one mind, split in half. There were more Agneses in the world than Agnes dreamed of, Granny told herself. All the girl had done was to give the thing a name, and once you give the thing a name you give it life...

Once you give a thing a name, you give it life.

That is compassion. To not fully understand something and how it forms and how it presents, but to respect it all the same. To know it has a form and should be treated as real because by virtue of being named it is real.

That is what so much of Pratchett's work is focused on. The humanity of seeing others as they wish to be and respecting them. It's such a low bar to clear in our world and yet sometimes it really does need to be emphasized.

Typically when Granny says something it's from the perspective of age and wisdom. It may not always be without bias but it is with a weight of knowledge and respect.

The final book in the series contents with Sir Pratchett's knowledge of his own death. He knew for years. He even did a documentary on medical aid in dying. He poured it all into depicting a tale that includes Granny's death.

The works of Terry Pratchett have long been a companion in our life. We've been reading them our entire life. To this day we have refused to read beyond Granny's death scene in Shepherd's Crown. We broke down crying when we saw the "I ATE'NT DEAD" call back. We couldn't pick up the book again after that.

It's too difficult to think that one of the voices that taught us morality is gone from this world. Our tag for Discworld is GNU Terry Pratchett. As long as the name is spoken he is never really gone.

As long as Shepherds Crown still has pages yet unread, the book series isn't really over.

For more of my essays on positive DID representation in media, please check out my Media, Myself and I tag.

#dawn posting #media myself and i #discworld #gnu terry pratchett #did #plurality #agnes nitt #perdita x dream #media essays

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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 8 months

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Please, elaborate more on these Hazbin Hotel headcanons. I’m very interested in hearing about them.

I would like to preface all my posts on headcanons related to psychology and mental illness with a disclaimer: diagnosing mental conditions, especially personality disorders, can be extremely challenging. It's a complicated process that relies heavily on a psychologist's interpretation of facts, making it susceptible to biases. Personality disorders cannot be diagnosed based on surface-level observations and are not just labels that we can assign to people like in the case of MBTI. Additionally, I am not a clinician with any expertise in diagnosing people. Therefore, the following post should not be taken as a reliable professional opinion. It's simply my interpretation of the internal mechanisms that may be responsible for the behavior of certain characters in my fan fiction. Furthermore, I want to make it clear that I have no intention of stigmatizing people with personality disorders by associating them with villains. A personality disorder does not determine someone's character or make them a bad person. Some characters may be evil because of the choices they make, not as a result of their mental conditions.

Since you didn't ask about anything specific, I'll just give some headcanons on Vs since I think about them the most.

> Vs are not a polycule, it's VoxVal + Velvette because she would never touch any of these losers. What's more, Vox and Val are extremely sexist (I mean it's kinda canon, we heard how they speak about women) so if she had sex with any (or both) of them, she would no longer be one of the boys and become one of the bitches.

> Vox has NPD, Val has BPD, Vel has APD.

> Vox is continuously overstimulated because he's constantly connected to his web. That's why snaps so easily and sometimes goes through 5 stages of grief in 5 seconds. He could disconnect (and sometimes he does) but he's too much of a control freak to not lurk constantly.

> During his life on earth, Valentino had a terrible, toxic father. Very much machismo who abused him relentlessly for being queer. (Not that I want to make him sympathetic, I just think that evil people are often miserable before they become evil.) Because Val is very queer, not just "man occasionally fucking other men", he's always been loud and proud pansexual and gender non-conforming. He wasn't some kind of activist, very concerned about queer issues, he just refused to stay in the closet out of spite, and because it made men around him uncomfortable. He just enjoyed being perceived as a deviant. It was one of the things that eventually got him killed.

> Vox is like a hardcore sadist. He cuts people open just to feel powerful.

> During his life on Earth, Vox used to be extremely homophobic because his bisexuality was threatening to his masculinity. He's also the embodiment of toxic white masculinity from the 50's. He actually did some personal growth in Hell, eg. He gave up racism, homophobia, transphobia, and most other -phobias, and now he despites everyone rather equally. He just bullies women more because misogynistic violence is a low-hanging fruit.

> So with Velvette I had some fun because she manifested in Hell not so long ago and happened to be as powerful as other Vs, who had much more experience and souls collected. So I assumed she must be completely deranged. I came up with the idea that she used to be a toxic influencer who built a cult-like following around her. She weaponized it against multiple people, ruining lives, and manipulating kids into committing crimes or even suicides. Her methods are very fine, Vox and Val have nothing on her when it comes to cruelty.

> Velvette is not misogynistic per se but she despises weak women who can't fight for themselves. That's why other Vs behavior don't bother her, she doesn't feel threatened by their aggression.

> Angel Dust has BPD and an eating disorder. That's why he fell for Valentino so terribly, to trust him with his soul. He used to think that Valentino is the only person fucked up enough to truly love him as damaged as he'd been. (More hc about Val and Angel here). Actually Val has a very similar backstory to him - a queer, gender non-conforming man in a very masculine environment (I'm not sure how canonic is Angel working for the Italian Mafia at this point but I stick to it until proven otherwise).

Other headcanos about Vox and Val ❤️🩵

#hazbin hotel #valentino #vox #Velvette #VoxVal #angel dust #Huskerdust #headcanon #ask #vox hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette

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accio-sriracha · 25 days

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James and Sirius fluff in case anyone needs it <33

James always goes to Sirius first when he has exciting news and vice versa.

Sirius has his own room at the Potter's house but chooses to crash in James' because they're so used to being together.

They hold hands in the corridor and don't care if anyone else sees it.

Toxic masculinity? Never heard of it.

Sirius will sometimes let James do his eyeliner if his hands are too shaky (and those few times after Sirius broke his hand in a fight)

James will sometimes let Sirius do his eyeliner. (He definitely feels bonita)

AND HE LOOKS SO HOT

Constantly laying on each other. Feet up on the other' legs, heads on shoulders, laying across their lap, literally any manner of flung across the other you can think of.

Always touching in some way, both of them needing to feel the other so they can stay grounded.

They always greet by hugging each other, always, even if they'd only been apart for like ten minutes.

Sirius pretends to hate James waking him up early for morning exercise over the summer but he secretly loves the bonding time between them.

Sirius was the one to dub James 'Prongs' because he accidentally stabbed Sirius with his antler the first time he transformed.

James cooks both of their food and Sirius pours their drinks and sets the table, it's their routine every meal they're home for. They don't know when they started doing it, but neither of them have to speak to know this would be the arrangement.

Every morning after third year James woke up to a pillow to the face.

The only reason James disliked Wolfstar getting together was the fact that Sirius started getting up earlier than him and James now had to suffer through said pillow every morning.

They were actually the first guy either of them had kissed.

They don't talk about it because it doesn't affect their relationship at all, but they experimented a little after they both figured out their sexualities. It was the only person they both felt safe enough with to try.

James once went three hours without talking to Sirius because he was angry.

They both came running to each other to apologise fifteen minutes into the third hour because they couldn't take it anymore.

They've never gone more then twenty minutes without checking in since.

Sirius hates mimes, everything about them freaks him out. So, naturally, James dressed up as a mime for Halloween two years in a row.

When they graduated, they decided to go out and celebrate by breaking into the muggle zoo, transforming into their animagious forms and prancing around in the pens.

Sirius and James have not been allowed to go to a zoo since.

That Remus knows of.

James once helped Sirius make polyjuice potion so they could pretend to be each other.

Five days.

They made enough potion for them to sip on for five days.

The havoc they wreaked that week was unmatched.

James had gotten Sirius into nearly a month's worth of detention.

Sirius kissed Lily.

It was actually how she and James got together.

They never confessed it was actually Sirius because it worked out in the end, but James secretly loathes Sirius for stealing his first kiss with her.

Every once in a while after the others had fallen asleep they would sneak out to the astronomy tower together.

Sirius would point out all of his favorite constellations, explaining their stories and how they found their way into the stars.

James has so far not been able to look at the night sky without searching for the Dog Star near Orion's Belt.

James sings in the shower. Loudly. Sometimes Sirius joins him from the dorm room and they perform an epic duet. Much to the annoyance of Remus and Peter.

They were the bestest friends ever and yes, Remus, bestest is a real word.

#marauders #marauders era #harry potter #marauders headcanon #sirius black #james potter #platonic prongsfoot #prongsfoot #padfoot and prongs #james and sirius #prongsfoot fluff #marauders fluff #theyre besties your honor

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sh1nch1r0 · 4 months

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𝕿𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘,𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖊

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Draken x Reader

After months of dating he cuts u off,because of Emma.U never want to see him again….

Tw:Break up,Crying,Toxic Masculinity,Fights,Emma being a B!tch (sry but i dont like her)

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He cut contact with u.Over text.It did not feel real at first but then u read his message again..and again.

“I’m sorry but we don’t work out anymore i found another girl”

These were his words.

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The message still fucked with ur head after two weeks and ur best friend suggested u should go onto a dating app to find a new one or to just distract urself from the heartbreak.

U were never the type for that but what did u had to lose,he found someone new and so will you.

And after a few days u found a guy he was two years older than you,looks cute,and he has a good job.You two agreed to meet after work and get dinner at a restaurant.

It felt good to get dressed up after so many of weeks of self pity and crying and losing ur self a bit.

U choose a short dress and a coat as ur date outfit and ur favourite designer heels ur feet will hurt a week after that but they looked so good on you so u said fuck it.

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He waited for u outside of ur office,he looked so good he was well put together and smelled good.

After u greeted him guided you to his car,it was a black super car which looked and sounded expensive.But u liked the change from a motorcycle to a super car that was a upgrade for sure.

The Restaurant both of u chose was a small Ramen Place owned by one of his friends.The ambience was traditional and cozy and the place was pretty crowded.

Both of u took a seat on the window and u started to talk till the waiter came and took ur order.He told u that he studied Sales Management abroad and that he was next in line to lead the company of his parents.He seemed sympathetic and had good manners.

As he was talking to you about his hobbies u heard a familiar voice next to you.As u looked at ur side u saw Draken there with a blonde girl they were not alone two blonde boys accompanied them.

U looked at them for a while till Drakens eyes found yours and u looked back to ur date who was still rambling about his hobbies.

The rest of the date was rather quiet u both ate ur food and talked a bit afterwards.Both of u wanted to go home so he went to the register to pay for both of u.

And so u were alone,alone with Draken and his new Toy.

U looked out of the window and stalked the persons walking past the Restaurant u were lost in ur thoughts.Till u heard ur Name form the table across from urs.

The blonde girl was talking about u and ur style that the dress was too tight for ur body type and that ur shoes looked cheap.U just looked at her with a death glare and then crossed ur legs so she could notice the red sole of ur expensive heels.

This Bitch had no taste in style or shoes,u thought in your mind.

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The date was good,and the guy wanted a second one with u.And u agreed to it next week at the same time.

U just fell into ur bed and exhausted from the whole day,when u heard the message sound of ur phone.

It was a message from Draken.

“Hey i saw u and your Boyfriend today,i’m happy u found someone new”

U then replied

“Hes not my boyfriend,and teach ur dumb blonde to not talk about people when they are at the opposite table.”

U saw the two Check marks turn blue and the three dots appearing and disappearing.

But u closed ur phone and went to sleep he could go fuck himself.

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“She did not mean it,do u want to meet up i wanna talk to you”

U looked at his text the next morning,what the hell he wanted to meet.He broke ur heart and now he wants to talk.

“Okay i have time this evening”

u texted back and he suggested that both of us meet at the park and take a walk there.

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The Summer air was getting chilly as u arrived at the park.U saw him already standing at the entrance.

He greeted u and both of u walked into the park along the lake which reflected the setting sun in its waters.

“So after Emma made those comments about u we had a big fight cause i said that she should not speak about u like that…it seems like…i still have feelings…for u.”

he explained to you in a calm tone.U just nodded and stopped walking.

“And now what will u do” u asked him.

He stood beside and just looked into the distance.

“I need to choose”he said.

“Its the blonde one hmm….” u say.

“Yes” was his response.

“Okay and why do i have to come here so you can confess ur feelings for her” ur voice sounded angry.

“Shes the love of my life,i just wanted u to know” Draken said calmly.

U nodded and then walked away.

Nothing could drown the love of him and her.

And neither could u.Or your feelings that u buried deep inside ur heart.

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ghstsrock · 4 months

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Dallas Winston Headcanons (HATER EDITION)

! 🗯 ⋆ hateful Dallas Winston headcanons

( a/n : if Dallas Winston has no haters then I don’t exist | I also wrote these with book Dallas in mind )

✶ WHORE

✶ Afraid of insects

✶ Hella uncoordinated

✶ Scorpio stare

✶ He looks like a bitter

✶ Leaves the toilet seat up after using the bathroom

✶ Doesn’t wash his hands

✶ Eats cookie dough

✶ Probably gotten mono so many times he’s developed an immunity to it

✶ Has the most disgusting, unreadable, broken, undesirably terrible handwriting ever

✶ Toxic masculinity (that bitch is insecure)

✶ Totally calls women bitches (derogatory)

✶ Did I mention he’s gay AND a homophobe

✶ Stopped showing up to school in middle school (uneducated :00000)

✶ Picks his nose and wipes it on furniture or walls

✶ Mean to children

✶ Picks at his scabs

✶ Nail bitter

✶ Lactose intolerant

✶ A hair puller

✶ Behaves like a super senior

✶ mommy issues

✶ daddy issues

✶ rude to waiters and people like that

✶ NASTY, DISGUSTING, REPULSIVE, ABSOLUTELY UNBELIEVABLE HORRENDOUSLY BUTT RAT UGLY YELLOW GRIMMY CROOKED TEETH.

Toothbrush? Toothpaste? SOAP??? Never heard of it

Shower? I hardly know her *gunshots*

✶ Probably hasn’t had a haircut since 8th grade

✶ Racist towards men

✶ Drinks milk out the carton then puts it back in the fridge

✶ bends down to hear people shorter than him

he also looks around like he can’t see them when they try to talk to him

﹙📦﹚ give me more characters to hate ﹒zᶻ

#dallas winston #dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston hcs #the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders hcs #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darrel curtis #steve randle #johnny cade #two bit mathews #yay #frank della rocca #matt dillon #ghstsrock #j’s writing 🤨🤨

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yandereunsolved · 6 months

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Hey!

Can you do a yandere jimmy darling x important figure reader

Her father is a very important person and dotes on his daughter (reader) and the freaks came to a gathering he organized and the reader defended them.

From then on she came to the shows to apologize for the others ignorance and jimmy is always looking at her

He loves her praise, her touch everything

He always wants something more but his insecurities wont let him so he just more stalker-ish

Sweet Tea & Stalking - ,, yandere Jimmy Darling with a famous reader

tw(s): yandere themes, mention of eugenics, internment camps, and forced sterilization, abuse (by readers father), toxic 1950s ideals/toxic masculinity, drugging, reader mentioning/threatening suicide

ꨄ︎ It was really a horrible accident that he fell so madly in love with you. It was supposed to be just another night with the rest of the freaks. Until Elsa announced that the entire group that was paid by the governor of Florida to perform at one of his campaign banquets. Some of the freaks were ecstatic, while others were nervous to be around so many people in public. Elsa stated that it would be a great way to spread word-of-mouth about the carnival. The party was hosted at your father's mansion. Many high-class donors were there that night. The freaks dressed their best, yet wary glances were still shot towards them. That's when Jimmy first met you—such a pretty young thing among the seas of mundane small talk. You graciously invited them all into your father's house. You seemed more curious than fearful of their deformities. You didn't outright run when you saw him, so he'll take that over nothing. He gave you a cheeky smile and a flirty wink, and you looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Apparently your dear ole' daddy never allowed any man near his sweet lamb. Perhaps he could change that. Although those are just pipe dreams, You're just doing what your daddy told you.

ꨄ︎ You invited them to eat before their performance. The head chef refused to serve them, which left you utterly distraught and embarrassed. Elsa assured you that it was nothing they hadn't dealt with before. She said that the performance is worth more than any food you could serve them. Yet, your luscious little mouth insisted that all of them eat. You brought them to a quiet hallway within the mansion and brought food from the kitchen to them. You allowed them privacy and dignity—two things none of them were ever allowed.

ꨄ︎ When it came time to perform, it was an absolute disaster. They were all standing in an outdoor amphitheater. It was gigantic; many people of status' higher than them filled the luxurious lawn. Your father promised a speech before the 'show'. He went on a long rant about how these were the types of people he promised to get rid of if he was re-elected. He promised the most horrid things to his possible voters. He talked of sterilizing all freaks, putting them in camps and isolating them because that is where they belonged, and making them get surgery to look more presentable to the public. He pushed eugenic rhetoric, and all the while, you were forced to stare at them while on the lawn. You nearly burst into tears. They all stormed off the stage, and a few of them had to hold Jimmy back from attacking your father and killing him.

ꨄ︎ You weaved through the thick crowd to catch up to them, but by the time you got there, they were all gone. You got hit by your father multiple times that night. He called you a freak fucker and a whore because you dared to show kindness to those genetically flawed monsters. You were banned from ever seeing them again. You were locked in your room and denied food or water. You understood what this meant for you. You understood the horrors of your father's wrath and what was still to come. You had no choice. You are to be seen, but not heard, around your father and his companions.

ꨄ︎ The next morning, you escaped the house with a bag of your belongings in tow. You pulled out as much money as you were able to using a faulty check with your father's foraged signature. You were lost. You went to the lost place you knew of—Fräulein Elsa's Cabinet of Curiosities. They were less than enthused to see you once again. Jimmy went off on you before you were able to reach Elsa.

"How dare you show us kindness and then spit in our faces? Do you know what it's like to be like us? No, you don't! You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. You only take it out so you can laugh at us!"

He was so utterly heartbroken. He thought that someone actually cared about them.

ꨄ︎ He only realized his mistake when the clouds cleared a little and he could see the bruises forming on your body. Such a sweet little thing as yourself had a breakdown right in front of him. With shaking hands, you pushed the check into his deformed hands. He felt his jaw fall open. All of this, for them? Then, you begged. The stories of how monstrous your father was to you fell from your lips. A righteous fire ignited within Jimmy Darling. He realized it in that moment. The man upstairs gave you to him. He's never claimed to be a religious man, but this could only be the work of divine intervention. An innocent little lamb such as yourself crawls into his arms and speaks of the woes of your evil parental figure. It was like something out of a moving picture. He was blessed with you. He was meant to protect you.

ꨄ︎ He brought you to Elsa, and she was overjoyed at the money. She promised you a home here. She waved both you and Jimmy off, as she had to spend time mulling over what she was going to do with all of this money. You had given them a $1,000 US dollars ($11,710.42 US dollars in 2024). Jimmy was grinning ear to ear, rubbing your back as he showed you around. Word spread about your generosity and your woes. Soon enough, the freaks welcomed you into their home. You became the 'darling' of the show. They called you the human doll because of your ethereal beauty. You would surely help bring in the big bucks like Bette and Dot.

ꨄ︎ It becomes routine for you and Jimmy to sit down, have sweet tea, and talk about your day. It all started as an accident, really. He invited you to his trailer the first day you were there. He had some left-over sweet tea that had been sitting out in the Florida sun. He gave it to you, and soon it became a ritual between you two. He was always too shy to express his feelings about you. He knows that they've grown into something abnormal. Not to mention that real men shouldn't share such silly things.

ꨄ︎ Having sweet tea with you practically every day was such a good way for Jimmy to probe for information about you. He could learn about everything and anything. You just loved to speak about your day, and Jimmy was obsessed with how your eyes would light up when he asked you. He could also learn who was getting too close to you if any of the other performers had their disgusting little eyes or hands on you. He couldn't do it when others were around because he was always so busy keeping them at bay. You are the circus doll, after all. However, you only really belong to him. Dolls need to be taken care of. He wouldn't allow any part of you to chip, crack, or fade.

ꨄ︎ He occasionally drugs your drinks, just so you are forced to depend on him. You get all sweet and touchy while being woozy. He isn't one to take advantage of someone while in such a state, but if you are persistent, he won't necessarily say no. He's just so obsessed with your hazy blabbering. His heart swells when you lean your head against his chest and murmur about how sleepy you are. It's equally as effective when he has to kill someone for you. Like your father.

ꨄ︎ He understands you still have responsibilities because you are the govenor's child. You may officially live with them, but you still have to tolerate your father for now. You still have to argue with him about your choices. The only reason you are allowed to stay with them is because you threatened to kill yourself if your father made you go back with him. This, naturally, worried Jimmy. So he takes care of you. He just follows you around without your knowledge. It isn't that bad. He's always had to hide in the shadows because he is a freak. So him just casually strolling behind you, out of your eyesight, isn't anything out of the norm. He's just here to take care of any problems that may arise. He's just being sweet, see?

ꨄ︎ Outside of your sweet tea time and the stalking, he doesn't talk to you much. He's way too insecure about his hands and how he appears. You aren't another freak he can flirt with; you aren't some easy waitress either. You are a high-class person who chose to live with him. He puts an excruciating amount of pressure on how he presents himself because of that.

ꨄ︎ On that note, his insecurities are so deeply ingrained in his being that the first time you compliment him, he thinks you're trying to make fun of him. He can't even think of a flirty remark to retort with. A stunned 'really?' is the only thing that escapes him. He becomes enamored with your compliments. He'll do anything for one of them. He'll show off the strength he gained from working at the carnival. He'll do his best to try to flirt with you. He'll spend all of his dollars and coins getting you that thing you wouldn't buy yourself just to hear a meek 'thank you' escape from his lips. He'll tell off that woman who won't stop hitting on you and brutally murder her. He'll mutilate himself for you. He'd cut off all of his fingers if it made you more comfortable. He'd do anything just here those addicting praises escape your lovely lips. They taste even better when those words are pressed against his lips.

ꨄ︎ Jimmy melts if you do anything to his hands: touch them, caress them, compliment them. He feels a shudder run down his everytime. He says one thing everytime, testing the waters of how attracted you are to him. "Doll, if you really wanted to feel them all you had to do was ask." He makes a scissoring emotion and always bursts into a set of nervous chuckles. Once he learns you don't mind touching his hands he's always holding yours. He's always touching some part of your body with them. Maybe he's even a little more confident because of your praises.

ꨄ︎ He craves something more intimate between you two. He's just so terrified. You are the first 'normal' person that has ever accepted him. He wants to marry you on the altar. You'd look so sexy in wedding attire. He wants it so badly. He wants the house, the white picket fence, and two and a half children. He's never dared to tell anyone that, much less dream about it. He's always been a monster in the world's eyes. He never thought to think of more until he laid eyes on you that fateful night.

After all, you have affirmed all those obsessive thoughts in his mind just by continuously interacting with him. You have healed his insecurities enough—just enough to hold him back from anyone who looks at you. What? They might be trying to take you away. He can't have that.

ꨄ︎ You are going to have to make the first romantic move to evolve your relationship from purely platonic. Once you do, it's over. He is yours, and you are his now. Forever ♡.

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angelofthenight · 8 months

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Kenchanted Pt.2

(Ken x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Swearing, Parental neglect, Unintentional flashing (from Ken), Toxic bf, Cheating accusation

( Super special trigger proofread credits to @detectiveapparatiagreen )

Word Count: 2.9k

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Your childhood was shorter than average. You stopped playing with your Barbie dolls years before everyone in your class, and stopped visiting playgrounds before them too. You had to grow up faster than all the other kids, much faster than what was good for you. You even started dressing more mature and desaturated.

You tied your own shoelaces while everyone still wore velcro. You had to apply your own bandaids while everyone had their parent kiss their “boo boos”. You did your own hair while other girls still had their mothers braiding their hair at the bus stop. You packed your own lunches and made your own meals. You were even the first one in your grade to start saving up money and the first one to hurry getting a job. You learned certain things about the world that the other kids were still shielded from.

But this was all for your own good. It's not that your parents didn’t love you or didn't want you, they just weren’t the best at taking care of you and spent more time arguing with each other and neglecting you than giving you attention and raising you. So you had to raise yourself to the best of your adolescent abilities. And you did it all alone.

You lost all color in your life, even your wardrobe consisted of mostly neutral colors like blacks, whites, grays, browns, and beiges. The light in your eyes had dimmed very early on in your life, as well as the life in your smile. Jokes rarely landed with you and your coworkers basically thought of you as a far-too-serious person with a stick so far up your ass you could see it if you opened your mouth. People often joked behind your back that you were the embodiment of Grumpy Bear.

You witnessed the love your parents had for each other disintegrate over time right before your very own young prepubescent eyes. Your perceptions of love had been completely destroyed and demolished far too early in your life, which sucked even more joy out of your world. That gave you even more reason to stick through life alone.

You didn’t need anybody in your life, at least emotionally. You viewed marriage as a partnership and not a love pact. So you just found someone whose lifestyle suited your own, had a comparable financial status with yours, who you could tolerate, whose future aligned well with yours, and was handsome; a guy named Robert. Sure, maybe he didn’t treat you the best and thought a little too highly of himself, but he met your five ideal relationship essentials.

You were an easily annoyed individual and, for lack of a better word, grouchy so you never really concerned yourself with the idea of ‘fun’. You had far too much responsibility in your life yet the girl who you’ve known since before your childhood died and momentarily lived with would choose fun over responsibility any day of the week.

Every social outing or party or club you went to was because you were dragged along. Although you’d never admit you did end up having fun each time, (R/n) saw right through you which was why she continued to force you out.

And even though you saw the world as it really was, black and white, a blazingly vibrant blob of color still managed to blind your vision last stormy night. And now this mysterious, broke, crazy, ridiculously dressed stranger who claimed to be from “Barbieland” had spent the night on your couch.

But when you found your couch empty, you almost couldn’t resist your sigh of relief that it was all just a dream. You started to walk back to your room to make your bed before you got ready to go to work until you froze in your tracks before you got to pass your closed bathroom.

You heard the shower running, (R/n) never took morning showers as she should already be ready to leave soon for her job. You heard a masculine voice humming a seemingly gibberish song, that was definitely not (R/n).

Your eyes were wide with disbelief at the fact that last night might’ve not been a dream. You knocked on the door with your knuckles, “Hello?” A lively and cheerful response followed, “Come on in!”

You heard the water slow down to a stop before you twisted the door handle and stepped inside. “So, I just-” You cut yourself off in a rapid speed, your breath sucking down your threat, and averted your eyes off of a naked Ken who just barely wrapped a towel around his hips in time. “Oh! Morning, (Y/n)!” He pepped up with an ecstatic grin plastered across his face.

You desperately tried to keep your eyes off him in such a state when water still dripped down his muscular tan chest and perfectly toned abs. “How’d you sleep?” He chirped without a care in the world while he shook the water out of his bleach blond hair.

You massaged your scalp as your eyes were still big, still not willing to accept your reality. “I’m not sure I’ve woken up yet.” You mumbled to yourself. You glanced back over to Ken whose towel was not high enough for your liking as his V was showing more and more. “Can you please fix your towel.” You suddenly barked at him.

Ken simply chuckled at you. “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t have genitals. See?” Ken opened up his towel like a book to show you proof but you had already thrashed your head away with an “Oh my god!”

Ken giggled like a little girl at your reaction, still trying to persuade you to look at his completely flat pelvis but you refused with the belief he was lying. “Put your towel back on!” You exclaimed a little too loud which slightly scared Ken enough to cover himself back up. You peeked over your shoulder with a breath of relief and pink hues threatening to creep up onto your face.

“By the way, your shower is amazing! Like something was actually coming out! It was like the sky!” Ken beamed at you, pointing enthusiastically at your shower. “At first I was not a fan of water because it did not agree with my hair, but then I was just playing around with your bathroom and BOOM water came out of your shower head. I was a little nervous but I put on my brave smolder and jumped in and it was incredible!”

Ken giggled again and stood facing your shower with a look of admiration, his hands on his hips and a fascinated smile on his lips. You fought back your glare over the confusion on how amazed he was by something you found so simple.

“I’m sorry, why were you even in my bathroom?” You questioned snarkily. He turned back to you with a broad shrug. “I was bored! I was going to make you breakfast to say thanks for rescuing me but your kitchen was a little scary looking and I don’t really know how to cook. And it’s been way too long since I’ve last seen my reflection so the bathroom is where I went.”

“Just please next time you want to take a hot shower, crack open a window.” You moodily commented as you rushed over to open up the bathroom window, letting the steamy air escape.

A loud knock had come from the other side of the front door, (R/n) opening it as she was just about to leave for work. However, her face dropped drastically at the sight of her least favorite person.

“Mornin’, sweet-tart.” Rob said with a sour smirk, his feelings mutual with your friend. “Hi, Rob.” (R/n) grumbled with a deep frown and unpleasant eyes. An evil smile grew though as she sized him up. “Looks like somebody skipped leg day.” She told him blatantly.

Rob instantly ditched his fake smile, his eyes forming a glare. “Where’s (Y/n).” He asked, getting straight to the point.

“And lay a towel down because look,” you pointed down to the small puddles on your clean tile floor so Ken could see, “my floor is all wet.” You muttered incoherent complaints under your breath like an uptight mother about how you just washed and scrubbed your bathroom floor as you grabbed a towel to drop on the floor. You began to use your foot to wipe up the puddles with the towel and for some reason, Ken really found that fun.

“Ooo! I wanna help!” He raved, putting his foot on the same towel as you and moving it around in a sloppy manner. “No, Ken!” You exclaimed but it was too delayed as Ken had already jerked the towel to one side making your feet be pulled from right under you, Ken clumsily slipping with you. You fell right through the open doorway, landing painfully on your back with Ken collapsing on top of you, both of you groaning from the impact.

And of course it was just your luck that your vain boyfriend stepped in just in time to see your position with the otherworldly handsome, practically naked, muscular man. You probably would’ve been a blushing mess if you were more focused on Ken on top of you like this; his forearms flat on the ground on both sides of your head, his hefty biceps practically right in your face, his thighs trapping yours, and his chest pressed up against yours.

But the knowledge of how provocative the position was in front of your partner was far too distracting. “Rob?!” You shrieked at the sight of your wide-eyed, fuming boyfriend standing just a few feet away from you on the ground. “What’s up, dude!” Ken greeted casually with an animated grin, slowly rising off of you.

“Who the hell is this?” Rob growled in shock with nostrils flaring, he never would have taken you for that kind of person. You harshly shoved Ken the rest of the way off you to scramble to your feet. “This is nothing!” You desperately tried to explain but Ken had already beat you to your boyfriend, struggling to keep his towel up while raising his hand up to await a guy handshake. “I'm Ken!”

You violently yanked Ken away by the arm, receiving a childish “ow!”. “This is nobody! He was lost and I was trying to help-” Rob cut you off with a snarky bite to his tone and expression. “With finding the shower?”

Ken shoved his way back into the conversation with an overly excited demeanor and energy. “The shower! The shower is amazing, Rob!” Rob glared up at the tan blond with an enraged snarl. “Oh, yeah, I'm sure it was.” He responded sarcastically as he turned to leave with a stomp in his step.

“Wait, Rob! Please calm down so we can talk-” You begged as you trailed after him. “Talk about what, (Y/n)? How you never let me stay the night? But it’s my bad,” he stopped in his tracks to turn to you, shooting you a venomous glare, “I thought this was my sophisticated girlfriend’s place, not a whorehouse.”

You gaped at him in hurt as he turned back around to march out. You still chased after him even through the halls until he escaped through the elevator. You carried yourself back to your apartment with a new kind of exhaustion but mostly anger for a certain blond airhead. You returned back and quickly told (R/n) that you’d see her at dinner to send her on her way to work so that she wouldn’t have to witness you rip that Barbie Boy’s head off.

You stormed through your apartment towards a distinct noise all the way back into the bathroom to find Ken holding up your blow dryer to his hair. He was laughing with a gingerly smile, acting as if he was on a carnival ride as he dried his hair from all directions. He noticed you walk in and quickly told you, “He seems great!” He yelled over the loud sound of the hair tool. “And this thing is amazing!”

Your jaw tightened before you snatched the cord off the outlet, cutting the blow dryer off and causing Ken to frown with a deflated “awww”. “You gotta go.” You stated with a hostile undertone haunting your voice as you began walking away in a heated and intense irritation, pulling out your phone while Ken instantly followed you. “I don't know what your deal is, if you're waiting for your Barbie girlfriend, or whatever. I'll get you to a bus, a train, a plane, wherever, and then that's it! I won’t get any more involved after that.”

The heaviness to your footsteps and the fiery sharpness in your eyes as well as your practically growling voice made Ken’s eyebrows curve upwards. His head faintly tilted at your composure, trying to pinpoint what exactly was going on with you. You were certainly nothing like the cheery and easygoing Barbie women in his life, and he still wasn’t sure how he felt about it… or how to deal with it.

“Are you unhappy?” Ken asked through the thick tensioned air, almost nervous to even speak as if you’d seriously eat him alive like a wild beast.

You pivoted on your feet to face the still nearly naked man. Your lips were shaking as you resisted a snarl. “What?! I'm not unhappy, I'm angry!” You seethed in offense, your voice loud making Ken nearly wince. He was not used to people yelling at him, at all, and yet that seemed to be your favorite thing. “Angry?”

“Yes, angry!” You snapped viciously. “It's an unpleasant emotion. Ever heard of it in Barbieland?” Ken slowly nodded, still a little confused but began to trail off with uncertainty. “I have heard of it, but I-” You cut him off rudely. “You have created a completely unnecessary problem with Rob that I now have to fix! Now he’s convinced that you and I…” Your voice faded, a mix of disgust and embarrassment stealing the rest of your words that you didn’t want to say out loud.

Ken, however, deeply gasped with bulging eyes and hands near his mouth. “Kissed?!”

You blinked at the dumb blond, yet you nodded anyway. “…Yeah, something like that.”

Ken gasped once again. “Oh no!” He lunged forward to grab you by the elbows. “You need to go to him! Go to him and throw rocks at his window under his balcony! Then just scream as loud as you can how much you love him.” His eyes lit up, stars practically spiraling within them as a new idea sprung to his mind. “Or! Or you go to a party he’s at, go straight for the stage, request his favorite song to the DJ, and sing it!”

You rose a disturbed brow. “Sing to him?” He nodded ecstatically, his grin stretched far across his face. “Yes! And maybe perform planned choreography to really let him know!” His excessive excitement deflated to worry as he noticed your unreactive stare. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You tilted your head in the slightest, your evaluating stare never parting from him. “I don't know. It's just… it’s like you escaped from a Disney Channel movie or something.” He frowned, nearly cowering away. “Is that a bad thing?” You pursed your lips together, studying him with a mix of different emotions. “I’m not sure yet.”

He simpered with a sudden burst of life, his perfect pearly white teeth showing and not far from blinding you. “Then I’ll take it as a compliment!”

“If you’re coming with me to work then we need to get you better clothes to blend in.” You explained aloud to Ken who stood beside you as you rummaged through a bin full of (R/n)’s exes clothes labeled as “remains of lost boyfriends”. You pulled out a pair of knee length charcoal cargo shorts and a gray band t-shirt that looked big enough for him.

You rose to your feet to hand them out to Ken. “This looks big enough, here.” Ken smiled amusedly, glancing down at the distasteful top in your hands before returning to your waiting stare. “I'm not wearing that.”

Your teeth clenched and your brows crinkled. “Yes, you are.” Ken shook his head with a dorky, stubborn smile. “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are.” “No, I’m not.”

Your grip tightened on the clothes making your knuckles white. “You’re gonna wear it and you’re gonna like it!” You barked. Ken pouted at your attitude and turned to sit on your bed like a rebellious toddler, crossing his arms. “I will not.” He then shrugged. “I’ll just wear what I wore yesterday.”

Your eyelids peeled back in horror. You would not be seen with him in public when he’s dressed like a funky highlighter from the 1980s. You would much rather walk across legos barefoot.

You angrily scowled down at him as you turned back to the bin with a growling groan. “Fine!” You moodily snatched out a short sleeve pastel pink button up. You threw it at the picky man. “Here! It’s pink! You happy?!”

Ken smiled a satisfied smile, holding it to his chest and nodding to you. “Very.”

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bunnyhugs77 · 1 year

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Love's Swing and A Miss

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Content (subject to change): head of operations! jungkook, emotional attachments, oc is a tad entitled, unlabelled fwb, suggestive themes, jungkook is the main character, heartbreak, vaping, mentions of boarding school, mommy issues, insecurities, indecisive oc, gaslighting, guitarist! Jk, they have a special spot :( love at first sight? implied that oc is a woman of colour, no toxic masculinity here!!, sexual themes, gardener! Jin and hospitality! Namjoon support group, ft jimin, jealousy, oc is thicc, sneaky links,

Other Content: multiple smut scenes, switch! jk, making out, overstimulation, jk cries? switch! reader, slight brat! oc, size kink, sm praise, body worship, jk is so pussy whipped, possessive oc, minor spanking, missionary, closet sex, skinny dipping, oc is bold, penetrative sex, soft dom! jk, protected and unprotected sex (wrapt it b4 u tap it), oral sex (f! and m! receiving), begging, hickeys, hair pulling, doggy style, almost getting caught :)

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Under the golden midday sun, the golf course sprawled out before Jungkook in a picturesque panorama of lush green fairways and shimmering ponds. It was an ordinary day on the links, with golfers in their crisp attire moving about, but something extraordinary was about to unfold.

As Jungkook concentrated on his task at hand, the rhythmic clinking of golf balls echoed around him. He'd been working at the Hamilton Hills Country Club for quite some time now, but today was different. He couldn't quite put his finger on it until he heard the distant hum of a golf cart approaching.

Turning towards the sound, his eyes widened, and time seemed to slow. There, gliding gracefully on the golf cart, was the sexiest, most stunning woman he'd ever seen. Her sun-kissed skin gleamed like polished bronze beneath the vibrant rays. Her long, buoyant curls caught the sunlight, casting a radiant halo around her.

She was a vision of elegance and allure, her attire a perfect blend of sporty and sophisticated. As she rode beside her father, who was concentrated on the path ahead, she exuded an air of effortless confidence.

Jungkook's heart quickened, and an unfamiliar warmth washed over him. The golf ball fell forgotten from his palm as he watched her, mesmerized. The world around him blurred, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like it was just him and this captivating woman.

He couldn't tear his gaze away, captivated not only by her beauty but by the grace with which she moved. It was as if she held the secrets of the summer in her very being. The very smile she flashed his way before passing him left him intoxicated.

As their eyes briefly met, a rush of emotions coursed through Jungkook. It was a mixture of awe, admiration, and a tinge of nervousness. He felt like he'd stumbled upon a hidden treasure on this ordinary golf course.

In that brief, stolen moment, as she glided past him, Jungkook's world had shifted. The memory of that encounter would linger in his mind, setting the stage for a story he could never have predicted, a story that would change his life forever.

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glitchy1938 · 3 months

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Murder Drones X Child Reader

Hi everyone I want to make this story, and it took me some times to make it, so let me know if you like it, olso, it's my first story so, hope you enjoy ! Just to let you know :

italic writing is thinking bold writing is the action

Part-1 : Pilot

Uzi : "We are Worker drones" autonomous Robots Helping Humans Mine Exo-Planets for our inter-stellar parent company JC jenson in Spaaaaaacee !!

"Yeah, We were Mistreated in the name of windex, but it's not like WE Revolted and killed all humans or anything"

"Mostly because…They handled that just fine all by themselves…"

"With Biological life wiped from the planet we found it pretty easy to pick up where they left off…"

"We finally had it all to ourselves…"

"Unfortunaly, our planet company didn't exactly love the concept 'Runaway A.I"

In the Distance, the Disassembly Drone will start Emerged from the pod and one of them throw a worker drones head on the ground and they start to laugh evilly and destroy the city with the other two Disassembly Drone.

"But what our parents done for the past forever ?! while those things Built a spire of corpses hide under the ice ?! TREE STUPID DROOS !! It's like we're wainting for them"

"Anyway, that's why MY project is… THIS Sick-as-RayGun !!"

Y/n watch her older sister and her RayGun and saw how cool it was, but.. They have a bad feeling about this… "Why do i get the feeling somthing bad is going to happend ?…"

When she took it out and showed it to them, everyone start to panic

Ramdom Worker : THAT'S SO NOT THE VIBES.. !

Uzi : Easy Morons, it's doesn't work… YET !! Who said it doesn't work ?! Maybe it does !!

Your sister flick the switch at the side of the Gun and laugh like a psychopath, the teacher rolled his eyes, annoyed by that.

Y/n saw the gun start to change color

Teacher : *Sighs* Uzi, the homework was about word problem about buying watermelons.

"OH, and this Magnetically Amplifed Photon Converger doesn't count ?"

"No" he said

-Y/n rise her hand-

Uzi : "What is it y/n ?…" She look at her younger sibling

Everyone in the school loves her little sister, and they nice to her because of how cute and small she was form everyone.

(If you are a boy, then pretend that you are a girl, for the story)

Y/n : "Is that supposed to make that color ?"

Uzi look down and see it starts to turn red and tehn explosdes the classroom…

Later…

Uzi was in the nurse's office, with a ice pack on her head

Lizzy : "Ew, it didn't kill her" she said, passing by

A few minutes later, a male worker drone came in with y/n and they both sat next to her

Thad : "Classic toxic masculinity Chad ! That's never gonna en up problematic… Oh wow ! Uzi ? I heard you uh…

Uzi : "i'm a anger teen thad, BITE ME ! Also, how do you know my name ? People willing talk about you."

Y/n : "I told him your name !" Uzi look at her

Uzi : "Y/n, what did i say about telling people about my name ?" Y/n : "…Not to…"

Uzi : "And you know what that means ?… YOU GET THE TICKLE MONSTER !!!" She grabs you and start to tickle you and you couldn't stop laughing wery hard

She loves you even though you are not complitly her sister, she promesed herself to keep you safe from harm

Thad : "And everyone knows khan's two daughters, but uh… Then, you might blow the other half of your face clapping daddy issues hilarious…"

She stop tickling you and look at him, wille you try to catch your breath.

Uzi : "What you're in for testoterole too hard ?"

Thad : "This can happend ?! Awseome !" Thad laid back in the chairbefore speaking again

Thad : "And hey, those bandages looks badass !" He pount out

Uzi : "Oh…" She brushed some of her hear back, before looking away as blush make it away to appear on her visor…

Uzi : "Ew, cross ! I hate you said that."

(Trust me, we KNOW you like it 😏~) Y/n : "Then, why are you blushing ?"

Uzi : "i'M NOT BLUSING !! SHUSH !!"

Y/n : "-.-"

Before he can finish, Uzi put down Y/n on the chair and pointed the Gun on Thad

Uzi : "Sick-Hell-Railgun si-fi Nonsense that SUPER words ! I'm going to the murder drones tonight, to get the last spare part I need to save the word with it, and earn my dad's respect ! But mostly save the world part"

Y/n : "Can i come with you ? PLEASE !!" you asked, with giving her puppy eyes

Uzi : "No, it's too dangerous for you to come, and you're too small"

Y/n : "Aww… [Then i will find a way to follow you >:3]

Thad : "Does your dad make awesome doors ? So we don't have to Uh… Do, scary-sounding emotionally redressed stuff you just said ?…"

Uzi : "NO MORE FEEDBACK ON MY REPRESSION TODAY !!" She pointed the gun dangerously on his cheek

Thad : "OW S-SORRY !! I-I-I Didn't think-"

Before he can finish, she left the room grulmbling with her little sister following her close behing

Uzi : "BITE ME !!"

As she left, she came back Uzi : "I'm not mad at you, by the way- It's just hormonal !"

Y/n : "Bye Thad ^^!"

Later, at home. 3:00…

Uzi smacked her self to turn off her alarm and snug to grab the master key that can open the doors, she saw Y/n following her

Uzi : "Y/n !! WHAT DID I TOLD YOU ?!" Y/n : "Come on…! You never let me do anything !" You said very sadly

Uzi : "Fine, but you stay close to me, i don't want to lose you, okay ?" She give you a smile

Y/n : "YAY !!"

You two were going out but when she open the door, your dad was there.

Uzi and Y/n : "OH MY ROBOT-GOD !!"

Khan : "And might I ask where you two are off to ?" he ask to them both

Uzi : "Mm.. Sneaking out with my boyfriend which i definitely have ?…"

Your dad start laughing at this, yeah… He's not buy it…-_-

Khan : "Seriously though"

Uzi finally give up

Uzi : "*groans* Okay, okay ! You caught us. We need to… measure the exterior hydraulic mechanisms of door, because that's…"

She paused and look at her railgun before responding y/n help her hide it…

Uzi : "The project i'm working on for school ? A big old door ! *laughs awkwardly*…Just like my old man build"

He look at the her, still suspisous

Uzi : "We really wanna join the WDF and hide behind for the rest of our life like a cowards and play cards and stuff."

Khan : "OHOH, well we don't just play cards.

The two doors open and there sat a few worker drones playing cards

Worker drone : "Hey Khan ! Can you grab a fresh pack ? We littlerally only play cards so much that the number are faded."

The same person noticed you and Uzi where they were. "Hey Y/n and Uzi !"

You guys both greet them, then your dad close the doors

Khan : "Well… When you build doors so good…"He turn and flattering himself against the door

"Good door, Gooood door" He crooned to it

Khan : "There's no need to fight Uzi, Y/n, This is great news !" He cried

He grabs a Wrench from behind him

Khan : "Here-- The Wrench i use to tighten blots on my first door prototypes-"

Then he took a murderous tone of voice

Khan : "And to put your mother out of her mystery, when the Murder drones got to her with their nanite acid !" He snapped before going back to normal

Khan : "I want you to have it !" He give it to Uzi

Uzi hardly smile at him while you thank him for that, even if, right now, your are hiding behind her because of how he say it

He open again the door behing him.

Khan : "GUYS ! My daughters are into doors !!"

Everyone at the table cheered as the door finnaly opened

Khan : "They gonna be outside for a bit to examine the exterior of door 1 !" He called out

He turns to hes daughters

Khan : "Your door specific destiny awaits !" He told to you two

Uzi : "Uh, wow, okay, me and Y/n are just going to leave then… 'cause this worked so weirdly well. Uh go doors !!*laugh awkwardly*"

The doors close and they both look ahead at the city, the only light was the plants in the sky

Y/n : "So now… What ?…" She ask Uzi

Uzi : "We look for the part, and then we came back"

They both start to walk to the Murder drones Liar…

Helloooo !! So this is th first part of "Murder Drones x child reader", it's inspired from @Exotic-Worker-Dron-Uzi-Says-Is very Sad and @Luna Hamato in Quotev

So i Hope You enjoy !!

#murder drones #murder drones uzi #reader x md #murder drones x child reader #uzi doorman #khan murder drones #uzi x reader #platonic

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i can't stay quiet about this anymore. for weeks now i've thought, noo i won't write about knights of the zodiac on my blog. nobody cares. BUT it is the weirdest fucking movie i've ever seen and i need to tell you about it.

knights of the zodiac is an american made live action adaptation of the anime/manga saint seiya. before this film, i'd never even heard of it, but that doesn't matter, because i watched an interview with mackenyu (who plays seiya) who said that the director told him not to bother watching the anime or reading the manga, because he wanted this movie to be its own thing. you know, which is always a great way to bring in your core audience.

with that said, i'm viewing this film entirely on its own merit, with no context of the source material. so saint seiya fans may not want to read this.

the movie came out this past may. i was excited about it for no other reason than mackenyu starring in an american action movie. i'm honestly a little surprised people weren't more jazzed about that. there aren't a lot of japanese actors starring in big budget american action movies.

other cast members include sean bean (who, spoiler alert, dies), famke janssen, and mark dacascos. in case you don't recognize those names, they are, respectively, boromir/ned stark, jean grey from x-men, and the iron chef. if nothing else, i think it's worth watching for the utterly bizarre casting.

the premise, sort of: mackenyu, who appears to be contractually obligated to play angsty younger brother characters (i think this is the 7th thing i've seen him in where he is an angsty younger brother), has an older sister who is missing. he's a poor orphan boy who gets by on winning cage fights. or something. so boromir finds him and tells him he's destined to be athena's bodyguard, and he gets on board with this alarmingly fast, but not after antagonizing athena (who is not yet athena) and throwing out some snarky one-liners. he trains in the middle of nowhere with a masked lady who repeatedly kicks his ass, and he never changes clothes the entire time. there's other stuff too but it's secondary to the absolute batshittery of this movie.

i saw it on premiere night, which was also the premiere night of the new guardians of the galaxy movie. again, A+ move by the promotional team. so there i was on a saturday at 7pm. prime movie going time. and my best friend and i were the only ones in the theater.

although i had no real expectations for this movie beyond Mackenyu Hits Things And Is Sad, i believed one of two things would happen: it would be as terrible as it sounded, or it would actually be phenomenal. but no, it was neither bad, nor good, but a secret third thing: it scratched a deep and rabid part of my id.

and by that i mean, it appeared to be a very high budget love letter to glaringly submissive men.

here's my letterboxd review that i wrote in the brief hypomanic episode succeeding my initial viewing:

okay so first and most importantly, this scene made me actually scream:

it's a joke line, sure, but 1) he definitely means it, and 2) he immediately calls her "princess," which if you've ever read my fic, you'll know that that's a one-hit KO for me.

(putting this under a cut because it's already long)

you see how athena is framed above seiya? that is one of approximately 1000 shots where this occurs. to every male character. at one point, mackenyu perches gingerly on the back of athena's motorcycle. in fact the only male character who attempts to be dominant aggressive and toxically masculine becomes the punching bag of the film.

in the beginning, seiya is in a cage match where people are getting angry at him for "dancing," which means he doesn't fight so much as avoids getting hit and looks pretty doing it. a solid third of the movie involves a very large lady beating the crap out of him. the premise of the film is getting him to devote his entire life to a goddess and obey protect her at all costs.

i'm probably the only one who watched this movie and was like, hmm is this kink coded? am i insane for seeing this? usually when i think of kink coding i think of quentin tarantino's foot fetish, these long gaudy shots of women's feet hanging out of car windows. it's in the imagery and shot composition and power dynamics.

here, the imagery is a lot of kneeling men, the shot compositions repeatedly place the men lower than the women, and the power dynamics are simply that the women have all the power, and the men have a little, as a treat. jean grey is a straight-up femdom, leather and all.

by the end of the climax, seiya is naked, having been stripped of his (magical and very powerful) armor as pre-athena becomes athena and uh, blasts his clothes off in the process. there's probably something to be said there about, you know, literally stripping him of his power.

i think what i find particularly remarkable about this is that the repeated feminization of the male lead is treated as a good thing. a self-actualizing thing. it's the process through which he accepts himself and his destiny. that's the reason i say it's a love letter--i've known a lot of submissive men and many of them really struggle to accept that part of themselves. i had a friend once who was so ashamed of himself--not just that he was submissive, but that submission was an integral part of his identity--that he had a breakdown in my car over it. so i think it's nice seeing a vaguely positive portrayal of finding oneself through (textually) devotion and (subtextually) submission.

god help me, seiya spends the entire film being irritating and bratty. this movie is my personal kryptonite.

don't get me wrong, it's a terrible movie. the writing is awful, the direction is awful, and if it gets a second film, i'll be shocked. it received a 1.9 (out of 5) on letterboxd and a 4.4 (out of 10) on imdb.

but i've also always been a lover of the star wars prequels (and oh boy there's a lot to be said there about submissive men) and so my patience for bad writing is infinite in the face of interesting things happening on a character level. in a world of disneyfied stock plots and bloated marvel franchises, i appreciate when a movie tries to do something different, even if it doesn't do it very well.

anyway, i can't in good conscience recommend it, but i for one plan to watch it at least a hundred more times.

#i would love to tag this so i can find it later but i really don't want it to show up in the official tag #so uhh #film meta

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