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[toxicdogs]

Commissions for cats vet bills!

Hello! I really need help paying for my cats vet costs, his name is Dewi, he is my sweet boy and he is having severe bladder issues due to stress. We just lost one of our cats two weeks ago, I literally cannot take losing this boy as well.

I unfortunately just had to empty my bank account to pay for his treatment yesterday which saved his life. But he's having to go back in today bc he can't pass any liquids still. So I am opening my commission at a discount! My prices are below, but if they are too expensive or you'd like something cheaper, please contact me! I also have a ko-fi.

If you know anyone who would like a character portrait or commission please share it around! All boosts and shares help a ton!

Some examples of my work below!

+ this is Dewi <3

[danieldrivesfast]

After some absolute bullshit I've seen in the last 12 hours in Formula 1 circles, I need to let the intrusive thoughts out.

These are GROWN MEN participating in a multi-billion-dollar global sport. Stop projecting your feelings and experiences onto them. The infantilization of these men is absolutely ridiculous. The behavior of so many fans is out of control. It's exhausting to have to constantly navigate around this stuff and block a dozen people a day for the crap I see.

Nobody is saying you can't have fun in fandom, make jokes, write your fanfic, make your edits, etc. I'm on Tumblr. Obviously I appreciate that stuff.

But when you're wishing horrible things on Alex Albon/Williams because poor widdle Logie Bear isn't going to race because tHaT's NoT fAiR, it just shows you have no concept of reality when it comes to the business of the sport or Logan and Alex's objective worth to it. You can feel bad for Logan as a person while acknowledging reality and not making threats.

When you're slandering Daniel Ricciardo as a selfish prick/bad friend/disgusting person for not going to Scotty James' snowboarding competitions because you don't understand how adult friendships, travel logistics, professional schedules, and equitable relationships work, you're just showing your immaturity.

When you think it's okay to scream in people's faces, throw things at people, grab/touch people without their consent and if you don't act that way you're not a real fan or "real one," it shows you have no respect.

When you think talking hate, spamming comments, sending nasty DMs, looking up medical/family information, basically stalking women who are associated with the drivers is fine (because you think you have a chance with them), you're a creep and have zero boundaries.

When you position yourself as an authority on F1 but care more about posting on social media for a reaction/likes/comments than actually sharing things that are true, you are a problem and an embarrassment to content creators/members of the media who are doing actual work. That's not directed at honest mistakes, that is to the people who are wilfully ignorant and/or feed misinformation/sensationalism because it makes them popular.

NONE of that energy is needed in F1, or any fandom. It's absolutely gross and just as nasty as the men who act like know-it-alls and treat people like crap, just from the other end of the bell curve.

Do better.

[mellowsadistic]

Wrath

“No! No! No!” Lisa screeched, pumping her fists impotently and stomping her feet like a petulant toddler. A thick disposable diaper crinkled noisily between her legs. “I’m not gonna wear them anymore! I’m not! You can’t do this to me! “I need the toilet now, so get out of my way! I’m a CEO! I’m your boss!”

“Not anymore, Lisa,” said her former assistant. His eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he took in the sight of his nightmare of an ex-boss throwing an absurd tantrum, her usual expensive suit swapped for a bulky adult nappy and nothing else.  “You lost your position, remember? Now you’re just my little dependent. And I’ve decided that you need regular discipline. I know from experience that nappies are the best way. My mum used diaper discipline on my older sister when we were growing up, and nothing sweetened her attitude more than having to go uh-oh in her undies and ask for changes.”

“You can’t discipline me!” Lisa screamed. “I’m an adult! I don’t need to be disciplined!”

“Oh yes you do, little girl,” her ex-assistant said sternly. “You’ve proved you’re far too immature to be treated like an adult, Lisa. Anyone could see you don’t have the mental capacity to take care of yourself anymore, not since these tantrums of yours started getting out of control. Well, more out of control than they used to be, anyway. Personally, I’ve always thought you were just an overgrown little brat who needs a firm hand, and I’m legally your caregiver now, so it’s up to me whether you get disciplined or not.”

Lisa let out an ear-piercing shriek. “NO! NO! NO! NO! I’m an adult! I’m thirty! I don’t wanna be treated like a stupid toddler anymore!”

“Then stop throwing silly little temper tantrums like one, sweetie.”

“But I can’t!” Lisa wailed furiously. “You did something to me! You put something in my coffee, I know it! Before I drank it, I was fine! But now I can’t… I can’t…”

“You can’t control your emotions anymore?” he asked with a smirk.

Lisa burst into tears and started jumping up and down in anger. This wasn’t fair! She knew she looked utterly stupid, bouncing on the spot with her breasts jiggling about, wearing nothing but a nappy, she there was nothing she could do. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t control herself! She’d been declared mentally incompetent after a series of toddler-style meltdowns in the boardroom, ever since her assistant had given her that cup of coffee with that dark smile on his face, and he had been delighted to take her in. The worst thing was that nobody even seemed very surprised. She’d had a reputation for exploding with anger at her employees, and all of them seemed to think she was getting exactly what she deserved.

Suddenly, Lisa let out a gasp. Her bladder, which she had been clamping down on desperately while she tried to get past her new Daddy, finally gave in, and she felt a horrible warmth spreading across her crotch, soaking into the thirsty padding of her baby pants.

“Noooooo!” she whined pathetically, clutching between her legs.

“Awww,” her Daddy taunted cooingly. “Did baby have a widdle accident?”

“You made me!” Lisa cried, screwing up her face in disgust as she felt pee sloshing around in her pants. She hopped from foot to foot as if she were trying to get away from the icky feeling, but her diaper just swung pendulously between her legs and squished against her thighs. “Ew! Ew! Ew!”

“You’ll get used to it, little one,” her ex-assistant mocked. “In fact, after a while you won’t even be able to control yourself anymore! Won’t that be the cutest thing? The big bad boss turned into a helpless little pants-wetter. Only, I don’t think there are going to be any pairs of big girl pants in your future, Lisa. Just an awful lot of diapers.”

Lisa fought as hard as she could to stop herself from breaking down again, scowling furiously up at the man who’d turned her into a joke.

But he just chuckled. “You’re not scary anymore, silly baby. What are you going to do to me? Oh wait… I think I already know.” He grinned. “Go on, sweetie. Be a good little girl and show Daddy. You used to think you were real tough when you were the boss, but now you’re just a dumb baby in a wet nappy. So what’s the worst you can do?”

Lisa couldn’t stop herself. She showed him. She fell to the floor and started wailing at the top of her lungs, kicking her legs and pounding the carpet. Tears poured down her cheeks, and her pissy diaper squelched against her privates, and she did the only thing she could do when she got angry, the thing she’d never be able to stop herself from doing ever again – she threw the loudest, fussiest temper tantrum she could.

And when Daddy dragged her over to the corner and spanked her bottom and told her she wouldn’t be getting a nappy change until bedtime, all she could do was cry.

[oddmawd]

I was trying to write before and it’s didn’t turn out good and I just stop writing and it don’t take practice you just have to be good at writing the first time you do it that is my opinion tho

i'm gonna assume you're like...12 years old...because there's no way an adult would be able to type that with a straight face

i'm not about to coddle you and give you a happy little pep-talk about ✨believing in yourself✨ after the way you treated that author...calling them a "bitch" because they don't PANDER TO YOUR SPECIFIC TASTES was a bully tactic and you should be ashamed of yourself

FURTHERMORE using a gendered insult like "bitch" and then demanding they write you a male reader insert story (while insulting female/gender neutral inserts in the same breath) is misogynistic as hell, i don't feel even the littlest bit sorry for you, so save the "woe is me, i can't write" bullshit for someone who gives a damn

but let me give you something to chew on while you throw yourself a pity-party about "not being good at writing" and pretend that gives you the right to bully people who actually TRY to be good writers:

Do Olympic athletes show up winning gold medals without ever setting foot on the practice field?

Do painters show up to their first class knowing how to use oil paints and watercolors and how to hold a brush effectively?

Did Hemingway roll out of the womb and write The Old Man and the Sea without writing a single damn thing beforehand?

no, they didn't...every writer you love wrote some SHITTY first drafts they didn't share with anyone because they sucked first (in private!) and THEN got good (in public)....and they got good by showing up and failing and trying again, and failing again and trying again and FAILING AGAIN (because that's what practicing is!!!!) until they finally started succeeding regularly...

UNLIKE YOUR CLOWN ASS THAT RAN AWAY SCARED WHEN YOUR FIRST STORY DIDN'T TURN OUT PERFECT

i'm not gonna take the easy road here and point out how fucking LAZY you sound when you say you tried once and gave up, because that's a cheap fucking shot and way too easy (you set me up so badly bro, like c'mon)

what i'm gonna do instead is point out that you just admitted that you were too fucking scared to try more than once

"BOO HOO, i wrote something, it was shitty, i was scared of what people might say and then i gave the fuck up" - you, probably

and that's the difference between we "lazy bitch" reader insert writers who actually post our work, and you: we show up and we TRY, every goddamn day, and we put ourselves out there despite the risk of being bullied by people like you who can't be bothered to try more than once

do you know what writing is, at its most fundamental level? it's showing your work to people and saying "please read this and enjoy it, i worked really hard," and PRAYING they don't tear your hard work apart for no reason at all, but that's what YOU did! you saw someone writing something they enjoyed and went "fuck you, i don't care that you labored and practiced for weeks and months, it wasn't to MY TASTES and therefore you're a lazy bitch," and you're apparently so un-selfaware that you don't realize the irony of YOU, a person who can't be bothered to try writing more than once, A) calling someone lazy, and B) demanding they spend their time/expertise to write something just for widdle ol' you, in the same breath

do you not fucking hear yourself????? huh?????

you tried writing ONCE and found out it was too hard for you, so now your answer is to bully writers and make demands of them? when you should know through your ONE attempt how difficult writing must be?

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK BRO?

you should never message a writer again with your demands when you can't even be bothered to live up to your own standards, you entitled tone-deaf hypocrite

writing takes courage, and you have ✨N O N E✨

[arianatheangel-girl]

Daddy’s Little One

Author’s note: This is for @wanderingelvis, as it was inspired by their innocent!reader stories and the story about E slightly manipulating the reader to drop into littlespace so he can become their caregiver. I can’t wait to see more from you! (This is the second story I wrote inspired by these fics!)

Tagging: @mooodyblue @kiankiwi

Warning; mentions of nursing and bodily functions.

Ever since Elvis had accepted you being his little, and had put you back in diapers after your accidents, you’d simply regressed more and more often, and grown littler and littler.

When you were small, your behavior became more and more like a baby’s; you cried more easily, you sucked your thumb or your pacis most of the time, you drank from bottles (as you’d become too uncoordinated to handle cups too well), you became easily attached to whatever stuffed animals Elvis gave you, and you peed and pooped in your diapers without control or care whenever you needed to go potty (leading Elvis or one of the maids to make sure they checked your diaper every so often so you didn’t get a rash).

Your bedroom at Graceland (as well as the hotel suite whenever he toured) had become a full-fledged nursery; complete with a crib, mobile, rocking chair and changing table made to fit your size. You felt safest in there, and Elvis cuddled you and played with you there all the time, just as if you were his baby. He never minded it; in fact, he loved being able to care for you and baby you like this. He wasn’t always the biggest fan of changing your diapers sometimes, but he never complained; after all, messes came with the territory of being this little, and he understood that.

Most of the Memphis Mafia found all of this confusing at the beginning; Elvis had to explain to them that when you regressed like this, you more or less had the mind of an infant. In essence, you pretty much were a baby minus your adult size, so you reacted to things like one; therefore, you needed to be treated as gently as one. Though some of the guys still found it strange, they’d all more or less gotten used to it by now, and anyway, they didn’t dare defy their boss.

Except for one day.

Red, one of the more bold members of the Mafia, was sitting with Lamar and some of the other guys as you all watched TV; Elvis had gone into the other room to take a phone call. You were happily sat in a large playpen, cuddling a little white teddy bear Elvis had given you in your arms as you babbled gibberish to yourself. At some point, Red spoke up.

“Look, guys, don’t you think this is kinda weird? I mean, she’s a grown woman, right? So what’s with this?”

Lamar just shook his head, motioning for him to be quiet; he didn’t want to discuss this nor risk him getting in trouble with his boss.

Deciding he’d test something (and thinking Elvis would still be on the phone for a while), Red decided to tease you a little bit.

You looked up at him as he approached you, curious as to what he was coming up to you for, before you let out a squeak of surprise as he took Mr. Bear from your arms and held the teddy bear over his head.

“Aww, whassa matta? Does baby want her teddy back? Huh, you want it back? Come and get it then!” He sarcastically cooed to you.

Sniffling, you started to whine and make grabby hands for Mr. Bear back as you got on your knees to try and grab him; you didn’t feel you had the strength to stand up.

Lamar, realizing this was bad, quickly tried to diffuse the situation before it got worse. “Dude, that’s not cool. Just give her the bear back, man.” He told Red, trying to keep his voice calm so as not to startle you further.

Red didn’t listen, and continued to hold your beloved teddy bear over his head as he sarcastically baby-talked to you; your whines turned into full fledged sobs as you desperately grabbed for your bear back and Red continued to hold it out of reach.

“Ooooh, Uncle Red’s got your teddy bear! Does baby want it back? Oh, but baby can’t reach it can she? Poor widdle baby—!”

Just then, Elvis walked through the door with a furious look in his eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!” He shouted, causing Red to turn around, realizing he’d seen what was happening. Seeing his boss so angry caused the color to drain from his face as he stammered and tried to explain.

“Uh, boss, we were just joking around—“

Elvis then spoke in a low and dangerous tone as he forcefully took the teddy bear back from Red.

“You took away her bear? What the hell were you thinking, Red?! I told you, she’s mentally like a baby when she’s like this. What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

He looked like he wanted to strangle him; the only thing stopping him was that you were in the room watching him. With that, he scooped you up into his arms and started to bounce you on his hip and rub your back as Red tried to stammer out an apology.

Elvis cut him off with a wave of his hand and an angry look that said “I’ll deal with you later” as he turned his attention to you. “Shh, it’s okay baby. Daddy’s here; Daddy’s got you. Come on, baby, let’s get you back to your nursery, huh?” It was getting close to your nap time anyway.

With that, he carried you upstairs to your nursery, continuing to coo softly in your ear and rub your back as you cried into the crook of his neck, burying yourself in his comforting skin scent of Brut cologne and old cigar smoke.

Once he’d reached your nursery, he walked in and shut the door behind him before settling down with you into the large rocking chair, starting to rock you as he murmured soft baby talk into your ear to try and calm you down. “Here, little, here’s Mr. Bear back. Don’t worry, he’s not hurt. See, he’s right here.” He cooed, handing the little white teddy bear back to you.

You started to calm down after Mr. Bear was back in your arms again, laying your head on Elvis’s—no, Daddy’s—shoulder as you sucked on his shirt collar and tried to stop crying. You didn’t realize it, but you’d gotten so upset that you needed to go potty right now, and you forcefully emptied your little bladder into your diaper, right on Daddy’s lap.

Elvis stopped what he was doing as he felt his lap get warm. “Little one, did you go potty? I think you’ve got a wet diaper right now. Don’t worry, Daddy’s just going to change you now, okay?”

You sniffled and whimpered, nodding as you looked up at him. With that, Elvis lifted you up and gently lay you on your padded changing table, before reaching into one of the drawers and taking out a large pink pacifier, gently bringing it to your lips as you latched on to the rubber nipple, sucking on it gratefully.

Elvis smiled; it never failed to amaze him with what an instant calming effect that little thing seemed to have on his baby. “Just relax, little one. Daddy will get you all cleaned up, okay?” He murmured softly to you as he flipped up your dress and rubbed your tummy a little, before disconnecting the tabs of your diaper and opening it up.

As he expected, you were soaked. He wasn’t surprised; he’d given you a large bottle of milk a little while ago, and he constantly gave you bottles to keep you hydrated.

Elvis hummed to himself a bit as he removed the wet diaper, wiped you clean, and put a new diaper under you, before powdering your bottom and taping up the new clean diaper snugly around your waist (a thicker nighttime one, as you always tended to wet heavily in your sleep). After cleaning his hands with a spare wet wipe, he gently picked you up and sat back down with you in the rocking chair, stroking your hair and starting to rock you.

You’d calmed down considerably by this point, but you still couldn’t help but feel hurt about what had happened. “Mean” You whimpered quietly, removing your pacifier as you buried your head in the crook of Daddy’s neck.

“I know, baby. Red was really mean to you, wasn’t he? Don’t worry honey, Daddy’ll deal with him later and make sure he’s never ever mean to you like that again. I promise.”

Sniffling, you began pulling at Elvis’s shirt, clumsily trying to unbutton it. Immediately, he realized what you wanted.

“Oh, does my baby want nursies? Okay, okay, honey. You can have nursies. Just let Daddy get his shirt out of the way first.”

After he finished unbuttoning his shirt, you immediately leaned down and cuddled up to his hairy chest as you latched onto his left nipple and started to suckle, suckling as if you really were trying to get milk from him.

Elvis just cuddled you in his arms and kept rocking you and cooing softly in your ear as you nursed; sometimes he didn’t entirely understand why you liked doing this, but he understood that it comforted you, and he would never deny you anything that brought you comfort.

He started softly singing to you after a while, alternating between stroking your hair and your back with his free hand as he continued to rock you; he could tell you were close to falling asleep.

After about ten or fifteen minutes of this, your eyes closed and your suckling slowed, your breathing evening out as you fell asleep in Daddy’s arms. Smiling, Elvis picked up your pacifier from where it had fallen on his lap, and carefully moved your mouth away from his nipple before sliding the pacifier in to replace it. Thankfully, you accepted the pacifier without waking up.

After making sure you were fully asleep, Elvis carefully lifted you up and brought you to your crib, tucking you in and making sure Mr. Bear was tucked under your arm, before turning on your mobile (to help keep you asleep) and giving you a final goodnight kiss.

With that, he stood up and re-buttoned his shirt as he carefully slipped out of the room. It was time to deal with Red.

[itty-bitty-mess]

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

Pip was a little pygmy lamia and, like almost every individual of his breed, he was quite the ungrateful brat. He had been adopted from the bitty adoption center and then returned by his previous owner who had spoiled him rotten, making him believe he was the most important thing in the world and that everything had to revolve around him. His brattiness had gotten so bad, that his previous owner returned him without a second thought despite the little pygmy’s empty “apologies”, a futile attempt to not lose the luxurious and comfortable lifestyle he had been so accustomed to.

One day, a young woman entered the establishment in looks for a small companion who could add some sort of excitement into her life. Pip’s eyes landed on that woman and he immediately got to work to be as “cute” and “charming” as possible, playing up the “widdle baby” act as much as he could. Trying to charm his way into a new home and back into his beloved comfortable lifestyle. The woman wasn’t entirely convinced on Pip at first, but after a “cute” tantrum full of crying blue tears and puppy dog eyes, she ended up adopting him with a simple shrug.

Pip was over the moon once he arrived to his new home, slithering everywhere, exploring every corner of the small apartment, calling dibs on the places he would soon mark as his property. The woman or, as he began calling her, “Mommy” didnt really seem that bothered by Pip’s behavior. When night arrived, she prepared him a small makeshift bed with an empty shoebox and some tissue paper and socks. Pip straight up refused to sleep in the box, demanding Mommy to let him sleep on her bed instead.

“Eh, im not doing that but if you don’t want the bed then suit yourself” Mommy said with a shrug as she picked up the makeshift bed and put it on the closet. “But I gotta tell you the floor gets really cold at night and I tend to lock my door.” Pip was a little taken aback by her reaction. He had expected her to beg him to sleep on the box, or to comply and let him sleep on her bed. He tried throwing another tantrum, this time trying to be clear about what he wanted.

“WAAAAHH!! BUT MOMMY I DONT WANT A STINKY BOX, I WANNA SLEEP WITH YOU!!!! IM SCARED OF THE DARK!!!!” Pip cried, his fake little tears and screams falling on uncaring, deaf ears.

The woman just shrugged and responded with a “sucks to be you, buddy” and went to her room. Pip followed her and tried slithering as fast as he could to slip into the bedroom before she locked the door but all he managed to do was hit his face straight into the hard metal door. She had entered and immediately locked the door shut, and Pip was way too big to slip through the gap between the door and the floor.

But he wasn’t gonna give up so easily! He started banging on the door nonstop, his tiny gloved hands barely managing to make any noise against the metal door. He tried screaming, directly demanding Mommy to let him in immediately. But what Pip didn’t know was that she was wearing sound proof headphones, allowing her to have a good night’s sleep. He ended up sleeping on the cold, hard floor, trembling and shaking with tears of rage in his eyes. This wasn’t over yet, he was gonna make Mommy’s life a living nightmare and she would have no option but to treat him like the king he was.

From that day onwards, Pip tried almost every trick on the book to make Mommy do what he wanted. He started pissing and pooping on her clothes to “teach her a lesson”, but she simply shrugged and said “Cool, I was gonna throw those old rags away anyways”. Whenever she fed him “cheap and disgusting” Bitty Kibble, he would throw the little food bowl back at her but his aim was so pathetic that he barely managed to flip the bowl. He tried stealing her food which only caused him severe food poisoning because the idiot stole and ate a moldy piece of bread that was many years past its expiration date.

He demanded Mommy to buy him a control remote car and other expensive toys but she just threw a crumpled paper ball on his direction as said “There, play with that instead lol”. He threw constant tantrums but she completely ignored him or just didn’t seem to care enough. Even when he had planned on scratching or biting her, his pathetic and useless little fangs and his weak little “claws” did absolutely no damage

He even tried stealing Mommy’s phone and trying to break up with her boyfriend through text. However, the boyfriend could tell that wasn’t how his girlfriend texted, he could tell that it was Pip by the terrible grammar and childish word usage so he sent Pip graphic images of bitty gore which deeply traumatised him. He told Mommy about this, hoping that maybe she would craddle him on her arms to comfort him but all she did was laugh at him. Pip felt humiliated, he couldnt believe she didn’t even comfort him or tried to pamper him after such a horrible thing!

Tears welled up in his little eyes and he went to the corner to fake cry again, looking behind his back every few minutes hoping to see Mommy looking back at him with a guilty expression, but all he saw was she had left for work again. This wasn’t fair! How could Mommy not care about him! He was Pip, the great and magnificet pygmy! The most specialest lamia of all, who deserved all the love and attention in the world!

Pip suddenly got an idea, he was gonna go to Mommy’s workplace and demand her, in front of everyone, to give him what he wanted, like fancy human food, expensive toys, a shiny new bandana and to let him sleep on her bed! Mommy could sleep on the floor if she wanted! Perhaps he could even make up some lies about him being “abused” and “neglected” to ruin her reputation with her colleagues. Yes! That was a great idea! Mommy would surely listen to him if he isolated her from everyone! Pip was sooooo smart!

Pip spent the entire night planning how he would take his plan into action. The next day, when Mommy left for work once again, he swiftly slipped through the closing gap of the door, trying to no be seen by her. Then, he silently slipped into her car and hid there, standing as still and silent as possible while she drove. Then she finally arrived to her workplace and entered the huge, shiny office building. Oh, this was Pip’s chance! This was gonna be so good!

He got off the car and slithered around, following silently behind Mommy, he was waiting for the perfect oportunity to strike and humiliate her. However, as they entered the building, Pip was immediately greeted with a massive crowd of people walking in all directions like busy bees in a hive. It was overwhelming and loud for the little lamia and, in a moment of disorientation, he lost sight of Mommy!

He panicked and looked in all directions, slithering through the squeaky clean, polished floor and trying his best to dodge the passerby. He tried screaming and calling out to Mommy, surely she would hear him and go to his rescue! Mommy would never abandon such an important lamia like Pip! Surely Mommy would show up and sweep the little lamia in her arms and take him to a warm and cozy bed full of toys and yummy food like he deserved!

However, his squeaky little yells were drowned out by the constant noise of the office building. People calling out each other’s names, machines working and beeping nonstop, loud clicking of keyboards, etc. All louder than Pip’s weak little voice. Pip tried moving through the crowd, and soon he spotted a stranger who had stopped walking to watch their phone. He got an idea and tried making a “cute” teary eyed expression as he approached the stranger, knowing that his cuteness would be enough to capture the stranger’s attention and get them to help him.

“UM.. EXCUSE ME, IM WOST AND TOO WIDDLE TO MOVE THROUGH THIS CWOWD. CAN YOU HELP ME FIND MY MOMMY PWEASE?” Pip said, pouting and about to start fake crying again. But the stranger didnt seem to hear him. Instead, they started to walk back to their office.

“WH- UM, EXCUSE ME?? HELLO??? DID YOU EVEN HEAR ME???? IM A WIDDLE LAMIA AND I NEED HELP!!! ARE YOU DEAF?? HEWWO!!!” Pip yelled, the baby act completely dropped as he was ignored. He was extremely angry so he raised his voice, damaging his throat a little but continuing regardless. “I AM PIP, THE GREATEST AND MOST IMPORTANT PYGMY IN THE WORLD!! HOW CAN YOU NOT HEAR-“

And then another person immediately walked by and “unintentionally” kicked Pip on the rib, breaking it and sending him flying all the way across the lobby, making him hit his head against the marble floor. Pip laid there against the wall, in too much pain and complete shock, trying to process what had happened. Never in his life had Pip gotten harmed before, his previous owner was always so careful and caring, making sure he was always safe and protected. He had never known pain until that moment.

Little blue tears fell from Pip’s eyes, the difference this time was that they were genuine and not fake. He wanted to go back to his first home, where his owner gave him a whole human king-sized bed just for him. Where Pip could cheerfully slither across the long table full of all kinds of delicious food and pick what he wanted whenever he wanted. Where Pip had an entire miniature theme park just for him to play in. He regretted being so ungrateful, he regretted pissing and pooping everywhere to get his previous owner’s attention, he regretted rippin apart his previous owner’s nice chairs and couches whenever he threw a tantrum, he regretted interrupting others and yelling and manipulating his previous owner to get his way, he regretted insulting his previous owner multiple times and calling them horrible things.

Pip started crying, sobbing even. He regretted everything he did and how much of an unbearable brat he had been. He wanted his comfortable life back. He wanted to feel pampered and like the center of everything again. He tried screaming, calling out to Mommy again, he desperately needed her to hold him or at least pat his back or something. But nothing happened. So despite the pain of his now cracked skull and broken rib, Pip pushed himself up and tried slithering around again. Calling out to Mommy and crying non stop, not caring about the ammount of snot that now dripped from his nose cavity.

As he slithered around, Pip didn’t watch where he was going and another person walked by and harmed him. This time, they stepped on his tail, causing the internal tail bone to shatter and the ecto-flesh to rip open, beginning to bleed. Pip let out a loud, ear piercing scream, hugging his tail in pain as he curled up into a fetal position. Then another person walked by and kicked Pip once again, the force of the kick itself caused another couple of ribs to break. Pip could not stop screaming, the pain was too unbearable for him.

Even with his damaged tail, Pip tried dragging his body across the floor, trying to escape the crowd. But another pair of seemingly giant feet crushed his little arms. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”. He screeched, but the person responsible for it kept walking as if nothing had happened. He tried using his body and his tail to push himself forward but another couple of people walked by, kicking him around between them as if he was a pingpong ball. Every time he tried getting out of the crowd, people would suddenly walk by and either step on him or kick him back to the center of it all. Tears fell from his eyes as he recieved another kick, then another, and so on.

He cried, he screamed, he yelled as loud as he could. Maybe if he was loud enough, people would realize he was there and maybe even help him. But no, nobody cared and they continued on with their day. Now, compared to the treatment he was used to, Pip felt insignificant. He was no longer “The Great and Amazing Pip, The Specialest Pygmy Of The Entire World!”, he was just a worthless little thing, lost in an office building, getting kicked around as if he was nothing but trash.

Finally, Pip caught a glimpse of Mommy in the distance, she was talking with another woman as she held a cup of coffee and a clipboard. Tears of joy formed on Pip’s eyes. Maybe this nightmare would finally be over! Maybe if he screamed loud enough, Mommy would recognize his voice and immediately go to his rescue!

With anticipation and hope in his eyes, Pip took a huge chunk of air and prepared to let out the yell of his life. But life had other plans as a woman walked in. She was wearing tall heels, clicking and clacking against the floor. Without a care in the world, she walked by and interrupted Pip mid-yell as she stepped on his spine. Pip felt the sharpest and strongest pain of his life coursing through his entire body. He wanted to screech in pain but he couldn’t, he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t scream, he couldn’t move the lower half of his body…

Tears fell from his eyes, panic surged through his body as he saw Mommy about to ride the elevator. He used his broken arms and tried dragging himself in her direction with all the strength he had left despite the immense, agonizing pain he felt.

“MoMmy- Mo- ahk! moMmy! hElp mE! It hUrtS.. HURTS! HELP! MO-“ but Pip couldn’t even finish his sentence as a floor scrubber passed by. Polishing and sweeping the floor and picking up Pip along the way. The little pygmy was trapped alongside the dust and trash. Pip could feel everything despite being unable to move. He felt his tiny little body being ripped apart and crushed piece by piece. His arms were first, then his tail, then finally his torso and head detached and nothing but dusty, bloody remains mixed with garbage and dirt were left.

When Mommy returned home that afternoon, she didn’t seem surprised that Pip was nowhere to be found. Instead of panicking or worrying, Mommy just shrugged and started to put away the groceries. Maybe Pip had slipped out and died as he fell from the window, or a stray cat got inside and ripped him apart. Whatever had happened to Pip, Mommy didn’t really care, she had better things to do and she had already been considering returning Pip back to the adoption center anyways.

And so, with another bitty gone, life on the big city continued, for nobody would care about an insignificant and worthless little bitty.

The End.

[olderthannetfic]

Missing the point about age verification anon redux: you're still missing the point.

1. There's a difference between verifying your age as part of creating your account vs. confirming you'd like to read an explicit work. Lying about one of these is a TOS violation, the other isn't. Breaking the TOS can get your account nuked, and so including more strenuous age verification as a part of account creation allows us to attach real consequences to people's behavior. This is the first point that's being missed -- the goal is to stop asking them to behave and instead stop interacting with them when they misbehave. Boundaries!

2. Minor antis aren't adults. They want the privileges of being treated like adults, which includes sharing and accessing explicit content, but they don't want the responsibilities of adults, which includes avoiding material you find upsetting and not calling for witch hunts against people whose ships you don't like. They don't even want to be treated like adults, hence the frequent invocations of their age. They are teens who want to be treated as probationary adults; ready for some of the responsibilities and rewards but with the understanding that the training wheels can come back if needed. Sad for them, this also means that the rewards go away, too, but I don't care about them. This is the second point that's being missed: stop treating them like adults when they're not.

3. Re: probationary adults: Minors who wish to access the site can so do, the same way I accessed adultfanfiction.net as a minor. They can lie! With the understanding that if they're caught in the lie, there will be consequences! It will teach them the primary responsibility of adulthood in this context, which is that you're responsible for your own wellbeing. If you're reading something that fucks you up, no one is going to jump in and bar you from it. You have to police yourself. Demanding otherwise will, best case scenario, get you looked at oddly. If you can't handle that, you aren't ready to be an adult. You can call for extra protection as a child, nut doing so incurs the loss of adult privleges. Olds talk about how they were able to access explicit material without throwing fits and attribute it to some personal quality or a sign of the times, but this is why: you had to be responsible, so you learned how to. Abdicating the responsibly also abdicated the rewards.

4. The point is not to help them. It would be nice if they were helped but that is not the point. The point is to protect ourselves from being called pedophiles and groomers by brats who don't recognize the power they weild, or don't care and think it's funny, or are lashing out because they're wounded, or whatever. I don't care, I'm not their fucking parent. The point is to stop smiling nicely and asking the poor widdle muppets to stop punching us, or worse, hoping they'll magically figure out that they're being naughty and will stop on their own. They want to be protected, well, this is what that looks like. If they want to be trusted, they can earn it the same way everyone else does -- by acting like an adult!

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[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

ooooh ask game :D

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

7. Character fandom had me begin to hate: Catra, for a while. In the early days of the fandom, particularly if you found yourself gravitating toward gremlins (Entrapta, in my case - Adora, Catra, Bow and Glimmer were the main characters first season), everyone going gaga over Catra felt like... "I'm over here, in my little corner." She felt overhyped, even surpassing Adora - the hero - in popularity. And then when season 2 hit, I was one of the earliest Entrapdak-people. Honestly, back then, I treated it as a lark, didn't think it would last, but even THEN some of the "You shouldn't be shipping this ship over the girl-ship / you shouldn't be liking this mean, horrible ugly male villain (even as a side-dish to the cool science gremlin)!" started. People who thought it was more righteous to enjoy Catra / "you must enjoy Catra at the expense of Hordak" bullshit started. When Season 3 happened and the Entrapdak pool-noodle became a dreadnought and people started getting interested in Hordak independently as more of his story was revealed, that's when the fecal matter hit the turbine in terms of the frankly weird Catra vs. Hordak war in the fandom. I really got tired of being called an "abuse apologist" and having it insinuated that I was pro-colonialism because I enjoyed a cartoon space alien dark lord and his Pinky and the Brain-esque realationship with my favorite mad scientist. All while people were holding up Catra as blameless, Catra as only a poor widdle victim. It got annoying to a lot of Hordak-fans and Entrapdak-fans. There was a backlash. I don't think I came to hate her as much as some on that side of the fandom did, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't have animosity for the character for a good, long time. I've learned to part myself from the negative experiences in fandom and actually analyze Catra from finding myself enjoying her whenever I re-watch the series. Sweary She-Ra has also gone a long way toward me considering her internal issues and psychological states, despite it being a fanwork / not canon. It is one of those surprisingly insightful fanworks. 14. That one thing I see in fanfics all the time: Characterization getting de-railed for what is obviously an author's personal vision or projection - ex. quick happy endings for fluff, woobiefication for MAXIMUM ANGST. Sometimes the authors even know about it (their notes). 22. Favorite ignored thing: Honestly, I ought to put this in one of my fics just so it stops getting neglected. Not enough people talk about how Entrapta's automated systems in her castle ran on The Clapper. I never had one, but I grew up with those annoying commercials. It amuses me greatly. 23. Ship I've unwillingly come around to: I'm not sure there's any. I am pretty chill with shipping in this fandom. (It's one of my other fandoms where my Bro-TP is almost everyone and their dog's OTP and I feel like tearing my hair out). Maybe Catradora. I always saw it as canon - it was just an obvious "they're leaning into this" from the beginning for me, but there was a point in canon where Catra had gone so far into choosing destruction that I wondered if Glimmadora might be endgame instead and if that would have been the better main ship. It took Catra making a start toward better choices (and being denied her deathwish) to make it start working for me. That, and I think reading something you said about Adora's choices and "fuck Shadow Weaver" that made me see it in a better light.

[lizzienaut]

I totally understand what you're saying but think whit me a little bit ok,

Do you really think this community is fair to everyone? That is it fair enough so that people like me do not complain about not having the same respectful treatment with you, THE ROPE LOVERS?????. Idfk and don't care, I'm just saying facts, that's all. Also commission custom tword art? It doesn't sound like a bad idea actually!, one thing I'll make sure is that it's not the work of any of you, but again it's right that i'm being the bad person here so oficially i'm leaving here, stop saying nasty things and will try to do my best to tolerate this community, despite y'all will make very difficult nlg

honestly? i’m not gonna be as nice as the other people have been.

you, based on how you portray yourself through each dumpster fire of an ask sent to this community’s content creators, are clearly a misguided minor who has learned nothing from this experience. despite apologizing on mickey’s blog, you still show up in my asks (rather late too, very offended on that front) and continue to speak negatively of the others in this community through your passive aggressive comments (i.e. “the rope lovers”).

answer me this; what’s so bad about liking bondage? feathers? feet? trick question - absolutely nothing. this shit isn’t inherently sexual (i mean for god’s sakes, half of the people in this community realized they like tickling because of children’s media) — a mass majority of the people here who draw feathers and feet and light bondage are SAFE FOR WORK (i.e. no genitalia showing, no underlying (intended) sexual themes, etc) just drawing those things because they think it’s fun. it is literally as simple as that. the community is not going to serve you the content you specifically want on a silver platter, both because god knows you don’t deserve it AND for the fact that despite how unfair it may seem to you, artists owe you jack fucking shit my guy. nothing. nada. zip. zero. yeah, it’s frustrating to not find what you’re looking for, but that’s the internet for you dude. wanna know the secret? literally just keep looking and blocking the content you don’t like. you made this everyone’s problem when you could’ve just shut your mouth, silently blocked the accounts you don’t like, and moved on your merry little way to go finish whatever homework you probably didn’t do.

also — even if the art is suggestive or sexual in nature, who gives a shit? it is not the creator’s responsibility to walk on eggshells for you just because you find it upsetting, so long as it’s tagged properly. you’re clearly old enough to use some common sense, so utilize those block buttons. it’s not rocket science.

i’m very pleased to hear that you wouldn’t commission me — i wouldn’t want your money anyways, as i don’t want to work with individuals who tell people to kill themselves, or harass others into doing what they want, or are just generally throwing tantrums on everyone else’s blogs.

i could not give less of a shit that my (or my mutuals’) presence on tumblr dot com will make your poor widdle life that much harder. you are not being respected because you do not treat others with that same respect you so desperately crave in return.

block button. that simple.

you’re clearly the same asshole that you were before, your apologies and promises mean nothing to me, nor does your opinion.

leave me and my slut well in peace now :)

[stainedglassthreads]

I feel like whether you like Toriel or Asgore more is about whether you’re a believer in ‘ends justify the means’ or a believer in ‘means justify the ends.’ 

A lot of early Asgore hate came from how he killed six people, and fandom favorite Toriel disliked him for these reasons. However more recently, people have been capable of seeing past this and recognizing that it’s not like Asgore was a warmongering tyrant killing those people for funsies. He was doing so to keep his promise, and because of the pressure the rest of the Underground placed on him. 

Asgore did something awful, but he did it in the pursuit of something noble. Everyone probably wants monsters to go free, but most of Asgore’s detractors had issues with the way he allowed that to happen. 

More recently, people are beginning to dislike Toriel. Many of them cite things like her inaction and pride, or the way she judges Asgore’s actions without doing anything to free monsterkind herself. She keeps her hands clean and follows her morals, but she also indirectly prolongs monsterkind’s suffering, and could have done more to save the six souls. 

Toriel did something noble, but in doing so she allowed the rest of monsterkind to fester in feelings of hate and vengeance. Is doing the right thing for yourself considered selfish, if it means doing the wrong thing for the rest of a wronged people? 

This honestly makes it interesting, too, how people judge Chara and Asriel. In early fandom, a lot of people treated Flowey and Asriel as separate entities who happened to share memory and little else. Flowey was the ultimate evil, while poor sweet widdle Asriel only did the right thing, and all his mistakes were because he was either manipulated or a completely different person. Chara, meanwhile... well, judgements on them ranged wildly but tended to be far from kind. Asriel and Asgore both get to explain why they did what they did, Toriel is easy enough to read between the lines, but Chara remains an ambiguous figure who’s difficult, at best, to read. 

Personally I remain of the opinion that they were a kid with a lot of anger, a lot of guilt, a lot of perceived responsibility, and a lot of self-loathing. Maybe they could have grown up to become a better and healthier person, but their plan ensured they’d never get that chance. Not the best person, but more of a parallel to Asgore and an example of why extreme self-sacrifice is incredibly unhealthy and destructive, rather than devilspawn who murders For Funsies, or a budding megalomaniac who specifically came to Mt Ebott seeking Ultimate Powerrrrrr in the form of a boss monster soul. 

[haganez]

I honestly think you should stop involving yourself with and playing genshin if it doesnt bring you happiness, its better for your health

ur very sweet ^__^ i don't play it often for this reason like i refuse to play a game to not have fun but despite it all i do enjoy genshin at least a widdle bit

i like some character and i like some stories and i like when its not trying to make me treat it like my full time job and gamble

[realhankmccoy]

Q: so they typically want to be a Bugs Bunny

A: yes, bound by the biology of a rabbit. When there are many Bugs Bunnies in the same warren, small a (for most of them will never even make it to Warren, Michigan) well well, rabbits are a rather hierarchical species. The dumb American typical, susceptible to Covid as the rabbit is to myxomatosis, it doesn’t even know where the Covid comes from, it thinks it came from the government or a Chinese Warren they don’t know it’s so… scary to them

and what of the weakling rabbit who cries ‘my mother tried to devour me, the devouring mother, the horror!’?

well, there are many reasons a rabbit chooses to devour its young. Sometimes it mistakes the young bunny for a placenta. Other times it smells the scent of death on it and doesn’t want to attract a predator to the den, for rabbits must fear for their lives. Sometimes it was a stillborn. Sometimes it just senses weakness all over the bunny, and rabbits are Social Darwinists.

yet usually these weakling rabbits learn nothing. They want to be a cartoon rabbit, a wascally one, and perpetuate the cycle of tribalism, hierarchy and Social Darwinism as a social good.

they are agents of rabbit biology, soft and fluffy and weak — but within the weakness lies a rather cruel biological reality, and if they have any strength at all it’s in the ability to replicate and keep running, just as cartoons can keep running on the tv all day.

you can pity the rabbit weakling for crying about the horror of its mother while replicating all the horrors of rabbit biology, for the fool thing is so blind to itself and life outside the dark caverns others built for it

you just can’t make the mistake of thinking it’s very much different than the other rabbits or that it would ever be strong enough to break the cycle of the programmatic rabbit system.

besides, it chose to become a weakling rabbit, also known as the American toddler.

other options were available. The Guinea pig for example is a far more social animal and less likely to eat its young, less hierarchical and capable of much more vocal communication — a Guinea pig better understands what words mean, you see.

as a human being, it’s legitimately an annoyance to see these weakling rabbits replicating rabbit hierarchy while mewling in pain and accepting the dominance of General Trumpwort

and it’s also annoying how a rabbit wouldn’t have a clue — it would prob shit down its hind legs — how to treat you to a night out at Bowdie’s. One is asking for the impossible of a rabbit, which is why its so amusing to ask.

so it’s best to remember what fwuffy widdle bunnies they are and every time they run off they flash their White tails to distract you as you try to target that whiteness and capture them, but it’s already gone in an instant

And even tho the last thing you want to be is a rabbit, it’s the first thing they want to be so I mean

think how cute it is even if their social Darwinist, hierarchical rabbit lives are too weak and cowardly, full of infanticide and too ridiculous and fwuffy widdle bunny for you to ever want to live out yourself.

[lovelyyweather]

There's something that haven't been able to ever communicate with people and that's how incredibly, blissfully, excitingly long life is. Do you understand that?

Life is too short this, not enough time for that, don't waste your life doing such and such. Do you hear yourself? Are you listening to that? Take a moment to really understand when people say "We've been married for 40 years." 40 years. Take away the idea of marriage but keep the time frame in place where you're a fully adult, living for yourself and your loves (hobbies, pets, occupation). In that time you are able to learn how to do countless things, and maybe even master most of them. You can learn to paint, garden, cook, weld, widdle, fish, construct, sculpt, write, sew. Do you understand this? Each and every one of us have so much time in our lives to try and learn new things. To spend all the time we truly want on what we desire.

You can leave school for 10 years from now. And what may you do in that time? Perhaps travel. Make a business. Grow a family. Maybe you're on a roll and want to start school now. Maybe 7 years of learning whatever you wish to. About the world, our bodies, chemicals, law, architecture, the stars. Then after that you have what? 30 years to do as you wish. Learn some more. Rest, settle down, work nonstop for something greater. Can you fathom that time? 3 times longer than you had been away for school, you have left to do even more.

Now imagine you're 20, 25, 30. You think you're old? After what I just said about all you can do? You are sorely mistaken. People this age say "I'm 28, I've been working hard all my life and still am not succussful. I've no clue what I'm doing. Life is flashing by." No.

Were you truly working on your hobbies and knowledge straight from the womb? 0 - 8 you were not present in the world. You were learning to speak, to read, desperately trying to understand the feelings in yourself and those few around you. 8 - 16 you are much the same. Just barely learning your small world and what is has taught you. It may have filled you with anger or curiosity. You are learning your own body and the food you love. Learning what it means to treat people wrong and right. Barely understanding the concept of money and law. 17 - 20. Oh how school and work have run you ragged. Is it truly possible to live each day like this? Is your life going to be such a struggle week after week, month after month. Family and money and housing differences bring the world into a new light to you but you are just getting started. You're starting to learn what you love and hate. You're learning the thousands of things out there. Farming, glass blowing, medicine, business, language. So much to see, so much to do. But you are not there yet.

20 - 28 you are working or in school or drifting about either loving or despising it. You've tasted first hand how relentless this world is. It just keeps going doesn't it? "I've been doing this for 28 years and I'm still sick and tired of working, living paycheck to paycheck." Fear not. You haven't. You haven't been living for yourself just yet. Maybe by now you have a child or more, a spouse or pet. They're taking a lot out of you right? Remember, you were still living for others before 20 years as well. Is it so difficult to understand you've only been living for 7? Maybe 8?

Imagine, joyfully, you will live until 80. At 30 years old you have barely come to yourself for about 10 years. Now you have 5 times that to do even more. And it won't be so hard at your 20s because you were getting hit with everything then weren't you? Aren't you? Everything is coming so fast but it won't be like that always. You'll learn from this and then you'll have next year. Then next year. Then next year... What will you do? How will you grow? Are you going to school again? How lovely, learning about the depths of the ocean and it's creatures at 35. You'll get out in your 40s right? Remember, you still have 40 more to enjoy.

Your body will break but your mind won't. And even if it does, even if you're bound to one place, always take in just how much time you have. How will you make it wonderful? Will you have the time to read each book in a 50 year old series? Will you have the time to watch every film with that lovely actor? Each documentary about our time on Earth or someone else's time in another country? Do you still have the dexterity to draw? To fold paper shapes and build clay sculptures? Can you still hear the birds? The bees and wind and smell the flowers? Can you see the playful animals and rise and fall of the sun? The way it glistens off the Earth and clouds. Can you still taste every fruit, every vegetable, every piece of the world? Don't even get me started on music...

Each day you may use to rest or to learn as you please. Life is so beautifully long. And what are we here to do except experience it. Who is telling us what to do? Does a dog always listen when it is to be trained to have a job? Perhaps it loves what it does. Loves to protect and exercise. Maybe it doesn't and prefers another job. Maybe to howl and stargaze and care for just one. Or a whole litter.

I guess what I'm saying is life isn't so short. Time will continue always and so will we.

[lolita-lollipop]

Can you do a yandere erasermic family where the reader tries to run away and fights them on everything thank you have a nice day

ERASERMIC FAMILY X FEM UNWILLING READER

You don’t want to be here, so you won’t be here, it’s that simple…or at least it’s supposed to be. From the moment you realized your situation, you constantly tried to get yourself the hell out of here by any means possible, jumping out windows, trying to shank them with a Disney princess spoon, annoying them ( or at least trying to), screaming at them, biting them, just everything. But no matter what you do, they refuse to let you go, they refuse to just give up,it’s so frustrating when you put so much energy into something, just for them to brush it off as it’s nothing.

It just makes you so, so, angry.

When they try to wake you up in the morning, you refuse and use a colorful selection of dialogue to tell them to go away, when they try to get you dressed, you kick , scratch and bite, when they feed you, you spit your food at them and refuse to cooperate, when they try to play with you, you remain completely silent and turn your back. You just defy them in any way possible, the two older ones lecture you for it constantly, telling you that “you aren’t being a good girl for them today” or that “you might have to do corner time if you keep acting up like this”. While by the younger ones, specifically eri, makes it very known that she didn’t like it at all. You didn’t care at all, what so ever.

(You have refused to harm the little girl though, as much as you hate the family, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it, she was just so sweet and she treats you like a friend, so that’s kindof oen exception to this, you really couldn’t be mean to her)

They kidnapped you didn’t they? They were the ones who dragged you here, they’re the ones who treat you like your younger than a five year old, they’re the ones who took you from your family, your friends, your life, just so they can shove you in some sick fantasy of you in their family. So they can deal with however you behave, because they’re the ones who brought it upon themselves, they could let you go and have it be over with, but they haven’t, so they will deal with it.

The time you spent with your siblings, was just a whole lot of you telling your “older brother” that he’s a terrible person, that being said, you also are a little nicer to him, since he doesn’t actively try to belittle you, he just does it internally, and keeps his actions of being overprotective on the low-low, which is much less humiliating. You actually quite like the little girl named eri, she’s sweet and just radiates sunshine, so you’ll gladly play princess with her, the two adults practically die of cuteness seeing both you and your sister with little tiaras on, sipping tea out of a tea set they’d gotten for eri last month. They got so many pictures… so many

You were slowly widdling down their patience, of course you didn’t know of this, but it was still happening. They just want you to be happy! And you’re making it harder for both of you when you get so grumpy, why can’t you just understand that they are protecting you from all the people out there who would just love to hurt a sweet, precious little thing like yourself! No matter how much you tested both your “parents” in the past, they haven’t really gotten angry at you, more so at the world than you, this really was proven right when they finally snapped.

You had tried to run away dead in the middle of the night, which usually would be fine for them because they kept a quirk cancelling cuff around your ankle, fitted with a small tracking device, it erases your (pretty much useless) quirk while your “daddy” isn’t to around to do it himself. But somehow you’d found a way to crack it open and take it off, so they couldn’t find you in an instant, you had to whole family out on the premises searching for you, they knew you couldn’t go outside because the house is in the middle of nowhere, but they’re were just so… scared.

When they’d gotten you back, you had multiple scrapes everywhere, from a Squirrel who decided he wanted to make today a terrible day for you , you were screaming like a banshee, kicking and yelling at them to let you go, and to leave you alone. You wouldn’t ever think to see your captors look so broken, and full of fear, it was almost scary to you when all of them hugged you tight, tears escaping their eyes, and told you to “never do that again”, and they actually meant it.

From there, your little show fo defiance is pretty much put to an end, although you still scream and bite at them, you have a multitude of heavy weighted cuffs around your wrists and ankles, all the time, so you can barely even lift a hand without feeling exhausted, guess refusing to eat the food they try to feed you makes you progressively weaker… oof. You don’t do anything by yourself, more like you can’t do anything by yourself, they gladly help you. It gets so annoying so you just stop trying to live in general, your arms are sore when you do, and they help you either way, so it doesn’t really matter.

You still try your hardest to make their lives hard, like waking up at 2:09 in the morning to just yell into the baby monitor they set up in your room that you need help, and when they get there you pretend to be asleep, at that point you’re just being petty, but you don’t really mind, they do, but find you too adorable to call you out for it. Sometimes you’ll spit food at them, or sometimes you’ll try to scratch them with your fingernails (which they start cutting more often after this), maybe even bump your head against their chests as hard as you could. But for the most part you’re pretty much harmless.

There is litterally nothing you can do about it either, they love it so much, having you sit so sweet and docile, needing their help even just to sit yourself up on the couch, or pick up a crayon to draw, they don’t enjoy seeing you glare up at them, but that’s probably because you didn’t get enough sleep, of course you’re monitored all the time while you sleep, the small camera recording your heat signature, your heart rate, your breathing, if you’re awake or not, and if your moving, so they know that’s not true.

Your like a pretty little butterfly, in the hands of 4 wolves willing to protect you at any costs, at some point you might just get so tired out that you jsut have to comply to being their little one .

You just HAVE to

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Thank you for requesting! It was a super fun thing to write!

*unedited

Have a great day today anon! Bye bye!

[morbidanthem]

((A/N: Sometimes Inspiration Strikes, I hope I can keep the inspiration going...))

Growth and Evolution (Pregnancy Headcanon)

-> A03 Here <-

Continuity - Pokémon Sword and Shield

Character(s) - Piers (Pokémon) | Fem!Reader Parring - Piers/Fem!Reader Genre - Cute, Fluffy Rating - T for Teen and Up Warning - Mentions of Menstruation 

Word Count - 892

[Piers]  | [Raihan]  | [Leon]

✏️Written 06/27/2021✏️

Piers

You cursed rather loudly, as you unceremoniously fell back onto your mattress, causing your pet Nickit to yelp at you.

You had accidentally startled him right out of his slumber, practically launching the poor thing into the air with your actions.

"Sorry, Nickit." You whispered, throwing your arm across your face.

You had just come into the bedroom to lie down and try to think, as you had placed your Test on top of the kitchen counter.

You only did it on a whim, as it had only been a week after you missed your first period.

Still, the paranoia set it quickly, and you had to confirm it for yourself.

'Was this really ok?'

You heard Nickit make some kind of ruckus, as you heard him push his way out of your bedroom, and out into the open space of your living room.

You heard some more rustling, but chose to ignore it.

Nickit has always done whatever he wants, and for now, his shenanigans were the least of your worries...

However, hearing that familiar clank of the metal trash bin falling onto the floor roused you out of your foggy fatigue.

You sighed, shouting as you stood up.

"Nickit! I swear to the Almighty-"

You paused as your heart jumped up into your throat.

There, right in the middle of Nikit's "treasure" pile, was your…

Your positive test.

He mewled at you, while turning back to his pile to rearrange it to his liking.

This was bad, and it can go one of three ways...

A, hope you're quicker than him, and grab him and your test before he runs with it.

You were never quicker than him.

B, distract him with his favorite treats and grab it while he isn't looking.

Oh… you forgot to buy treats at the store earlier…

Ok, Option C, get on your hands and knees and beg him to return it to you.

That worked sometimes… but only if Nickit was feeling kind and benevolent.

"Nickit, my beloved widdle bubby!" You cooed, getting onto the carpet to crawl towards him slowly.

He looked at you with curiosity, but didn't indicate he wanted to run.

"My Bubby Bubby! C'mere! Come get some pets!" You spoke, trying to encourage him to come to you.

You watched his eyes shift from you to his pile.

Oh no.

He knows.

"Nickit, no!"

But it was too late.

In the blink of an eye he had managed to grab your test in his teeth, and bolted out the little pet door you accidentally left unlocked.

You cursed loudly, throwing on your pair of beat up old Trainers and your faded black hoodie as quickly as you could, darting after the thieving Pokémon.

You were in such a rush, you didn't even bother to check if the front door was latched properly.

"Nickit, come back!"

You shouted, darting after the fleeing Pokemon.

You cursed again, as it was hard to keep up with him, as he darted and dashed around every corner imaginable.

You were getting winded, being barely able to keep up with him.

He thought it was a fun game, having his person chase him down the dank streets of Spikemuth.

He would let you catch up to him, only to dash in another direction before you could grab him.

He even managed to throw you off a few times- going through a dead end alleyway and jumping over a chain link fence, forcing you to curse and to try and find a way around.

'Why? Why didn't I get a Meowth instead?!'

You eventually caught up to him, as he had slowed down for some reason while entering a clearing.

Without thinking, you maneuvered yourself to jump forward, scooping up the mischievous Pokémon into your arms.

Unfortunately, you were so caught up in catching Nickit, you had no idea what was in front of him.

You were sliding legs first into the most immovable object in Galar

You caught it last second fortunately, and lifted Nickit into the air, so he wouldn't get hurt by the impact.

You felt it though, as you hit legs first into an Obstagoon.

You winced as you balled your legs up, still holding Nickit into the air.

But it got worse, as who else in the entirety of Spikemuth has an Obstagoon?

"Y'alright? That's one way to make an entrance-" Piers began, as he stepped around his Obstagoon to look at you lying on the ground.

Time froze as Nickit turned to face Piers with the Positive Test still hanging out of his mouth.

Piers' eyes grew wide with shock, and you just went to bury your face into Nickit's fur.

"L-Listen, I'm sorry you had to find out like this-" you tried to stutter out, afraid Piers would be disappointed or angry with you.

You both never really talked about this sort of thing...

You heard Piers curse, as he took both your arms into his hands, and lifted you onto your feet with ease.

Nickit had wiggled his way out of your grip, landing gracefully on the ground.

"This is incredible!" He shouted, pulling you into a rather tight hug.

He was strong for such a skinny guy.

You just laughed and hugged him back with just as much ferocity, as all your anxiety had melted away into nothing.

[sketching-shark]

LMK fandom: Oh, what do we do about this guy who has nothing but hurt Xiaotian, tried to replace Sun Wukong and his crew, hurt Tripitaka and ordered servants to cannibalize a monkey? Oh I know! We’ll turn him into our little meow meow~ he’s so innocent and Sun Wukong is obviously the villain!

What doesn’t help is this idea is perpetuated by multiple fan fic writers and artists for some reason. Especially some aus they make that turn SWK into a bastard for the sake of the story rather than considering cultural context and thinking they should be respectful.

And almost everyone lets them get away with it just because the art or fanfic is good and they get so popular that no one can point what is actually wrong without feeling like they’re going to get attacked.

I'm starting to feel like my blog is the one anons go to specifically to vent their frustrations about the Six Eared Macaque in his lego monkey show form & the associated fandom lmao. But I guess this makes sense, as I’ve had fun quasi-dragging him before & will in fact use this anon submission as an opportunity to have my own, to put it academically, bitch fest about not just this fandom's favorite protagonist-traumatizing meow meow, but about the way villains are often treated in not just fanon, but increasingly in canon works as well. But same policy as with the last anon; I'll post my opinions below the cut, and as fandoms love to say, don’t like don't read if you don't want to see me dunking on the six eared simian & common fandom tendencies towards villains.

Oh man I would say where would you even begin with this but anon you’ve pretty much started yourself with my main gripe with a lot of ways that the Six-Eared Macaque is portrayed in fandom; there seems to be this unspoken agreement that his acts of violence towards Sun Wukong, Qi Xioatian, and Qi Xioatian’s loved ones are either to be framed as somewhat or totally justified, to be immediately forgiven/excused, or to simply & completely be ignored. Like friends maybe this is just me not seeing the proper posts but while the fandom is inundated with art and fanfics of Macaque as a generally decent individual & a true member of team good guy, I have yet to see one person address the fact that this monkey literally kidnapped & mind-controlled Xiaotian’s best friend and father figures & forced them to brutalize Xiaotian while ol’ Six Ear looked on and laughed (X_X). Like this kind of fandom villain treatment is definitely not something that’s solely at work for Monkie Kid, but it is kind of nutty how fandoms will swing between yelling that people should be allowed to like villains without even mild critique, and then will just flat-out not address the villainous behavior, and will even bend over backwards to frame even characters who committed genocide as just poor innocent widdle victims who need a hug. At its worst, I’ve even seen tons of people in a fandom get really angry at other people who don’t like a villain, and will even start accusing those people of hating real-life mentally disabled or abused individuals all because they don’t like the fandom’s favorite literal war criminal. The Monkie Kid fandom is FAR more chill & better than a lot of other fandoms I’ve come across in that regard, but that is an exceedingly low bar, & the tendency to woobify certain kinds of villains-- as with Macaque and the extreme emphasis on his bad boy/sad boy thing--is very much at work.  

 I’ve also talked before about a kind of monoculturalization of certain character interpretations and story beats in fandoms, and one of the more popular ones that seems to be applied to Macaque a lot is the “hero actually bad, villain actually good” cliche, as observable from the general fandom assumption that Mr. Six-Ears he wasn’t even slightly lying or remembering things through a rose-tinted or skewed lens when he gave his version of his and Sun Wukong’s past. Like at this point it seems the possibility that people WILL NOT even consider is that Sun Wukong never did & still doesn't care that much about the Six Eared Macaque (in JTTW they weren’t sworn brothers & in Monkie Kid the only thing the monkey king really said to Macaque before attacking him was a pretty contemptuous "Aren't you ever going to get sick of living under my shadow?," & responds to his "beloved friend" getting blown up with "You did good, bud" to Qi Xiaotian, who did the exploding), or that their original fight may in fact have mostly been instigated by Macaque. After all, to repeat what this anon summarized & what I've said before about their original JTTW context (& in an example of the things that do feel like it's often lost in translation) is that the Six Ear Macaque was a villain not just because he beat up the Tang Monk, but because he wanted to take over Sun Wukong's entire life and identity so he could have all that glory, prestige, and power for himself. To quote the macaque himself from the Anthony C. Yu translation, "I struck the T'ang monk and I took the luggage...precisely because I want to go to the West all by myself to ask Buddha for the scriptures. When I deliver them to the Land of the East, it will be my success and no one else's. Those people of the South Jambudvipa Continent will honor me then as their patriarch and my fame will last for all posterity." And in order to do this, the Six Eared Macaque had apparently made Sun Wukong's "little ones," his monkey family, his captives through either trickery or force, and gotten a number of them to take on the appearance of Tang Sanzang and the other pilgrims. It's also made clear that in very direct contrast to Sun Wukong, he doesn't care about these monkeys beyond how they might serve him. In fact, after Sha Wujing kills the monkey posing as him the Six Eared Macaque not only all but immediately replaces him with another, but also "told his little ones to have the dead monkey skinned. Then his meat was taken to be fried and served as food along with coconut and grape wines." So this monkey is not only willing to risk the lives of a lot of other monkeys for his own personal benefit, but is also a literal cannibal. And yes yes, I know a lot of people have argued that Monkie Kid shouldn't be considered a direct sequel to JTTW & that's fair enough (for example, Sun Wukong probably shouldn't be smashing anyone into a meat patty in a children's cartoon lol). And of course, it needs to be noted that there are a buttload of really out there & really cursed pieces of media based on JTTW & that were created in China. Yet the above description is the oft-ignored in the west original facet of the Six Eared Macaque's character. And it is this selfishness, entitlement, and treatment of other individuals as tools for his own self-serving ends  that is, from where I’m standing, still very much present in Monkie Kid. Like besides repeatedly going out of his way to physically and psychologically traumatize Xioatian, with the last episode Macaque seemed to be going right back to his manipulative ways. I’ve seen people frame their last conversation as Macaque softening to Xioatian a little bit, but personally that read a lot more like that common tactic among abusers where even after they’ve hurt you they’ll dangle something you want or need over your head (in Macaque’s case, the promise of desperately needed training and information about a serious looming threat), with the implication that you’ll only get it if you do what they want you to, such as, in this case, Xioatian going back to Macaque as his student even after having been so terribly hurt by this monkey, which would give Macaque power over Xiaotian and probably Sun Wukong as a result. And it is this violence and manipulation that it seems the fandom at large has tacitly decided shouldn’t even be addressed, instead leaning more towards a (and this is an exaggeration) “Six-Eared Macaque my poor meow meow Sun Wukong has always been bad & has always been wrong about literally everything” reading. 

And while it is the case that I am not Chinese and feel that as such it would be best left to someone who actually comes from that background to provide more context into how common interpretations of the Six Eared Macaque from China may clash really badly with the stuff the western fandom creates, it also must be noted that, as much as we all want to have fun in fandom & in spite of all the out-there versions of JTTW from China, we westerners should recognize that there is a very long and very ugly history of western countries stripping other cultures’ important religious and literary works for parts & mashing them into their own thing while implying or even insisting that what they present provides a true understanding of the original piece. And while I trust most individuals in regards to Monkie Kid are able to step back and think “this is a lego cartoon and not a set guide for how I should understand JTTW” (especially given the insistence that JTTW and Monkie Kid should be considered there own separate works) there does nevertheless seem to be something of a tendency to take the conclusions people come to, for example, about Sun Wukong’s characteristic in his lego form & then assume that’s just reflective to Sun Wukong as a totality. I imagine a good portion of this is due to people not reading JTTW & especially to not having easy access to solid information or answers about JTTW’s many different facets (like geez awhile ago I was trying to get a clear answer on what is considered the most accurate translation of the names of Sun Wukong’s six sworn brothers & got like 5 different responses lmao), but that tendency to take a western fandom interpretation & run with it instead of doing any background research or questioning said interpretation is still very much at play. As such, & as made prominent in the way people have been interpreting the dynamic between Sun Wukong and the Six Eared Macaque in the lego monkey show, tbh it does seem kind of shitty for western creators & audience to sometimes go really out of their way to ignore all of this original cultural & narrative context for the sake of Angst (TM) in Macaque's favor, demonizing Sun Wukong, and shipping the monkey king with his evil twin (X_X).

And speaking of which, even beyond the potential inherent creepiness & revulsion that can be inspired by this specific ship given common interpretations of the og classic's original meaning (again, it's my understanding, given both summaries of translated Chinese academic texts I've been kindly provided with, my own reading of the Anthony C. Yu translation of JTTW, & vents from a number of Chinese people I've seen on this site, that the Six-Eared Macaque is commonly interpreted in China as having originated from Sun Wukong himself as a living embodiment of his worst traits, hence why only Buddha can tell the difference between them & why the monkey king is much more slow to violence after he kills the macaque), I'd argue that in the face of all the uwu poor widdle meow meow portrayals lego show Macaque is, especially if you include JTTW's events, still in the role of “Sun Wukong but worse” as he is very much a violent & selfish creep. Like he was basically running around in JTTW wearing a Sun Wukong fursuit, but there he had the sole reason of wanting to replace Sun Wukong wholesale so he could have all the good things in the monkey king's life without actually having to work as hard for them. But if you combine that with Macaque now claiming that he used to be best friend with Sun Wukong in his pre-journey days (something that's made funny from a JTTW context given that that status actually belongs to the Demon Bull King lol), his original violence has now blown into this centuries long and really unhealthy obsession with the monkey king. Like he's apparently gone from wanting to literally be Sun Wukong to being so obsessed with getting revenge on Sun Wukong that he's got basically nothing else going on in his life. Like he's only appeared in two episodes but...does he have any friends? Any family? A career or even a hobby that DOESN'T center the monkey king? Anything at all outside of his "get revenge on and/or kill Sun Wukong/use his successor as my personal punching bag” thing? Like dude! That is extremely creepy and extremely bad for everyone all around! As I’ve said before, this seeming refusal to see beyond the past or to do something that doesn’t involve Sun Wukong in some capacity is a trait that makes Macaque an interesting and somewhat tragic villain--he even seems to be working as Sun Wukong’s reflection in a mirror darkly, with lego show Sun Wukong pretty clearly not being able to heal from his own past which is hinted to be defined by one loss after another, and with Monkie Kid even kind of having these two characters somewhat follow their JTTW characterizations in that in the latter half of the journey Sun Wukong often gets sad & starts crying in the face of what seems insurmountable odds (& Monkie Kid Sun Wukong does seem to be hiding some serious depression behind a cheerful facade), whereas the Six-Eared Macaque retains a worse version of Sun Wukong’s pre-journey characteristic of getting pissed and lashing out if things don’t go his way--but it’s also what would make any current friendship or romantic relationship between these monkeys horrific. Although to be fair even the fandom seems to recognize this in an unconscious way, in that a lot of the art & fanfic seems to swing erratically between them kissing & screaming at each other in yet another example of bog-standard fandom adulation of romanticized toxic relationships lol.  

At the end of the day, of course, this is nothing new. You'll find versions of this dynamic across a ton of fandoms and now even canonical work. And as such, I can only look at this kind of popularized relationship dynamic with a kind of resigned weariness whenever it pops up, & my frustrated question with the popularity of this kind of pairing is the exact same one that I have for a multitude of blatantly toxic villain/hero ships, given common fandom discourse & the tendency to either ignore or justify the villain's actions & demonize the hero: if you're THAT convinced that everything is the hero's fault, if you believe THAT much that the hero is the one in the wrong for the villain's pain and their subsequent actions, then why are you so set on them not only becoming a romantic pair, but framing this get-together as a good thing? Like I know we contain multitudes but that's waaay too many contradictions for me to wrap my head around. And it definitely doesn’t help that one branch of underlying reasoning behind this kind of pairing seems to be the ever-present “you break it, you fix it” mentality, where the assumption is that if you’re in a failing, abusive, and/or generally toxic relationship (platonically or romantically), if you put in enough time and effort & attempts to compromise, you’ll be able to restore/have the relationship you dreamed of, even with someone who hurt you really badly. And this assumption isn’t limited to fandom: I’d even argue that it’s everywhere in the culture, hence why a lot of people feel like they “failed” if they have to get a divorce or make the choice to leave an unhealthy friendship. Personally, I feel like people could really benefit from more stories about how it is not only the case that the people you hurt don’t owe you their forgiveness & you can still become a better and happier person without the one you hurt in your life, & that while it can be really hard it can also be a good thing to leave a relationship, even if it’s one that once meant a lot to you. 

  But in all honestly, from my own perspective this kind of pairing is starting to read far less like enemies to lovers and far more like a horrible fantasy where you can pull whatever shit you want, even on the people you "love," & never be held accountable for your terrible behavior or even have to consider that maybe you were in the wrong. It's another facet that makes me larf every time I see people insist that fandom is an inherently "transformative" or "progressive" form of storytelling like friends you are literally just taking status quo toxic monogamy & rebranding it as somehow beneficial & romantic (X_X).

But as to anon’s last frustration, it is hard to know what is the appropriate response with this kind of thing...like for my own part I’m keeping my frustrations to my blog & now increasingly to posts that you would have to click on the “read more” button to see what I have to say, but I totally get the hesitation to give even a mild critique to big names in a fandom. Like I've now seen it happen repeatedly where someone who has a big name in a fandom will make something that's kind of shitty for one reason or another, someone will message them with some version of "hey, that's kind of shitty, you shouldn't do that," and the typical response is either to blatantly ignore the issue completely, or more popularly to make a giant crying circus that seems deliberately geared towards stoking emotions on both sides of the, for example, fiction does/doesn't affect reality issue so that something that didn't even have to be that big a deal gets blown out of all proportion, with the big name often framing what often started out as a very mild critique into a long crying jag about how the initial response to their kind of shitty thing was so mean/cruel and they're just a poor innocent & that YOU'RE the true racist/sexist/bigot etc. if you don't agree with their opinion. It must of course be noted that there have also been numerous instances of people taking it too far the other way & sending not just big names but smaller creators literal deaths threats over stuff like innocuous ships which like holy hell bells people that’s a horrible thing to do. But for the big names at least, the end result of all this fighting is usually that once the dust has settled they have more attention/fame/money/power in the fandom than before, and with anyone who might have a problem with their stuff feeling afraid to voice their opinion lest they be swarmed by that person's fans. In that way fandom does often seem to increasingly be geared towards presenting an “official” fandom perspective about various facets of a piece of media instead of allowing for a multitude of interpretations, and with criticism, no matter its shape or form or how genuinely warranted it may be, being hounded out of existence. I feel like a lot of this could be made less bad if there wasn’t this constant assumption & even drive to think that a different interpretation of or criticism of your favorite work of fiction or your fanwork isn’t a direct claim that you are a thoroughly loathsome individual (& maybe also if people cultivated an enjoyment of learning things about important works from a culture outside their own, even if what you learn clashes with your own initial understandings), but I guess we’ll see if that ever happens. 

So these are my general thinks about the Six Eared Macaque’s current fandom meow meow status & some of my bigger gripes with fandom tendencies as a whole. I stand by my idea that the most interesting & beneficial route for Macaque moving forward would be a kind of “redemption without forgiveness from the ones you hurt” arc--as I think was done pretty excellently with the character Grace in Infinity Train--and if for no other reason than gosh dern this monkey really needs to cultivate some sort of identity beyond his “Sun Wukong but worse” persona.