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Karma Akabane x Reader

Anime: Assassination Classroom

Characters: Karma Akabane

Note: GN!Reader

You sat quietly on the porch of Karma's house. You'd tried knocking on the door, but no one answered. You'd also tried texting Karma to ask where he was, but so far you'd received no reply.

'Where is he?' you wondered.

Earlier that day Karma had called you and invited you over to cuddle and watch movies.

"I've got snacks, blankets, and some of the most horrific movies I could find!" Karma had said.

"A horror movie marathon?" You had smiled at the suggestion, "We haven't had one of those in ages!"

"Yep, it's been too long." Karma had agreed, "Meet me at my house at 4:45 this afternoon. sound good?"

You had agreed to the plan enthusiastically, but now it was past 5:00 pm and Karma had yet to arrive.

'He... He probably had to go to the store or something before we met up and he's on his way back now!' you tried to reason to yourself.

But as more and more time passed, the you became more and more worried abour where your boyfriend could be.

You checked the time on your phone. 'It's almost 5:25 and he still hasn't replied. Maybe I should see if I can find him. But where should I look? I don't know where he is.. Maybe I should just head home? But what if Karma is hurt? Or, what if..'

You paused as a thought came to your mind. 'What if he isn't hurt or on his way back at all? What if Karma wasn't responding to me for a different reason..?'

"What if.. he just doesn't want to see me?" you said quietly as you looked at the ground.

You shook your head, trying to forget about that thought. Even though you and Karma were dating, your self-consciousness still affected you when you thought about your relationship with the confident redhead. You still found it hard to believe that someone as amazing as Karma would be interested in being friends with someone like you, let alone date them.

'No, no I shouldn't think about that!' you internally scolded yourself, 'Why would Karma invite me over today if he didn't want to see me..? If he changed his mind about this movie night he would have told me wouldn't he? He wouldn't just leave me on his porch until I got tired of waiting and left.. Right?'

You shook your head, 'No, of course that's right? He's just running late is all. I don't know where he would have needed to go before our meet up, but he's late coming back from there...'

You frowned as you contemplated whether it would be better to continue waiting for your boyfriend to arrive or to go home. It was late autumn so the sun would be setting soon and it was dangerous to stay out after sunset. Not to mention Karma still hadn't answered your texts...

'I think I should go home..' you decided, standing up off of the porch steps. 'I should text Karma and let him know I'm leaving! Actually, if he hasn't seen my texts by now he probably won't see them if I send another... I think I have my notebook with me, maybe I can leave a note instead? We'll just have to meet up again some other ti-'

"N/n?"

You were reaching for your pocket to grab your notebook when the sound of your nickname being spoken made you freeze. But the only person who called you that was...

"Karma?"

You looked up and sure enough, Karma was standing a few feet away on the pathway leading to the front porch. In an instant you smiled and ran over to greet your boyfriend.

"Hey Karma! What took you so...?" you trailed off as you realized something as Karma didn't seem to notice as he started talking, "Yeah, sorry for the wait. I ran into a bit of.. trouble on the way home." Karma explained.

You fell silent as you looked Karma over. He seemed normal for the most part, but you couldn't help feeling like something about him was... Off. Then you saw a small cut on the side of Karma's face, almost hidden by his hair.

Your eyes widened. "You're hurt!"

"Oh, it's nothing," Karma shrugged, surprised that you noticed so quickly.

"It is not nothing!" you argued, taking Karma's hand in yours, "Come on, let's go inside and I'll get you a bandage."

Karma wanted to assure you that he was fine, but he was too startled by his lover's insistence to do anything except hand you his house key. You took the key and led Karma inside by the hand, sitting him on the couch before running to the bathroom to search for a first aid kit. You returned a minute or so later with the kit and sat down next to Karma, but before you could do anything else Karma spoke "Y/N.. I appreciate your concern, but I'm fi-"

"No you aren't, you're bleeding!" you argued as you carefully moved Karma's hair away from the cut. "Now hold still."

Karma sighed a bit and held still while you pulled a bandage out of the first aid kit and put it over the cut. Once you'd put the bandage on, Karma moved back with a wince. You frowned, more worried than ever, "Karma, where else are you hurt?"

"Nowhere." he tried to argue.

You frowned, clearly unconvinced. The redhead looked away without saying anything. You only became more worried when your boyfriend wouldn't tell where he was hurt. You put a hand on Karma's shoulder as the taller male winced again.

"Karma, will you please tell me where you're hurt?" you asked.

Karma frowned, but turned toward you and pointed to his chest. Somewhat hesitantly, you reached over and unbuttoned Karma's shirt. The red haired teen looked away as you removed his shirt.

As you finished unbuttoning his shirt you gasp.. There were already bruises beginning to form on Karma's chest and stomach as well as on his right shoulder. The male with amber eyes noticed his lover's shock and tried to laugh his injuries off.

"See? I'm fine. Ha ha! Ow. "Karma trailed off with a slight wince.

You grabbed Karma's upper arms trying to avoid his injured shoulder and glared at him. "Why weren't you going to tell me about this?"

The redhead frowned again and looked at you quietly. You just sighed and got to work fixing up Karma's torso.

"Did you get into a fight on the way home?" you asked as you took care of the worst forming bruises.

Karma nodded, "Yeah, I-Ow!"

"Sorry." you apologized, "Please continue."

There wasn't much you could do about the bruises other than clean the area and wrap Karma's chest with bandages. You knew keeping ice on the bruises could also help, but you didn't have an ice pack on hand. So for the moment you just did the best you could to treat the injuries while Karma began his story.

"I decided to stop by the store to pick up some snacks for us before you came over, but on my way back a kid in B-Class stopped me. As it turns out, he was a friend of an A-Class kid I beat up a while ago and he wanted revenge... I figured I could beat him pretty easily so I decided to humor him, maybe let him get a few good hits in on me if I was feeling nice! Thing is, the bastard didn't tell me he'd brought some friends with him.." Karma paused for a moment before he continued with a sigh, "He led me into an alley far enough off of the main road for no one to see us and four other people our age jumped me. I fought them off... but not before they could pull their punches, as you can see!"

You nodded, "I see.. That explains the bruising, but what about the cut on your face?"

"Oh, one of them had a knife.", Karma said.

"What?!"

"Ow! Geez, be carefull!"

You frowned. "I'm sorry, but you shouldn't be so calm about that. You could've lost an eye or something!"

"Sorry mom," Karma teased.

You laughed softly, "I guess I do sound like a parent, but I'm being serious! If one of them brought a knife, chances are they weren't just planning to rough you up."

"Are you suggesting they were trying to kill me?"

"It's possible.." you grabbed the bandage wrap and began wrapping it around the bruised areas. "You need to be careful about stuff like that. You're definitely a good fighter.. but you should be more aware of your health before and after fights! I don't know what I'd do if anything bad happened to you.."

You were so focused on finishing treating Karma's wounds that you didn't notice that Karma had gone silent until you were done. You put Karma's shirt back on and rebuttoned it while you gave your boyfriend a concerned look. "Karma, are you okay?"

Karma smiled, "You really care about me, don't you?"

You nodded slightly confused by the sudden question, "Of course I care about you! I love you."

Karma's face turned light pink, but still he smiled and pulled you into a hug.

You were still confused, but you hugged him back anyway, "Karma?"

"Sorry for the sudden hug. It's just... It's been a while since anyone cares about me this much. I'm not sure what to do or say.."

You smiled and moved back enough to see Karma without ending the hug. "You don't have to say anything Karma. But if you want to say something, just say you love me." Karma looked down at you, meeting your eyes and smiling softly. "Y/N, I love you!"

Those simple yet heartfelt words resonated with you and the only way you could think to repay your boyfriend was with a kiss.

When the kiss ended, the two of you cuddled up to each other on the couch, you were careful not to put any pressure on the bruises as you rested your head on Karma's left shoulder, while Karma put his arm around you squeezing you.

"Let's watch those movies later." Karma suggested.

You nodded in agreement, snuggling against your lover while being careful not to injure him further.

'I think I'm starting to understand..' you thought as you gazed up at your boyfriend, 'I'm new to relationships like this so most of the time I'm not sure what to do, but.. I think I need to take my time and let Karma know how much I care about him!'

Meanehile the redhead rested against you comfortably, "Y/N, you're really something special!" you smiled up at Karma. "I know."

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RW Headcanon: Goodnight, Moon

AHHH YESSSS, now that that Lilypad essay is done I can FINALLY share these—!

Hey, @ghostlycoze! So you remember a few months ago how I made that drawing acting on the Moon beepsnort headcanon, and how in my last reblog I eluded to the possibility of drawing out some of your headcanons again? Well, it looks like that time has come, and this time I've got not just drawings, but lots of additions to another headcanon of yours!

This time, it's from your tags in these three posts, which I also saw a while ago! Yet for some reason I began thinking about it again recently, and as is my nature with ideas I like, I decided to develop it further, and even draw it this time!

Also, just to preface, you'll see I did a bunch of notes beside the actual drawings as well. I'll share the picture and roughly type out the notes (in case my handwriting is a bit hard to read) as well as whatever info I couldn't fit on the page. Some of the text also just says "robots" rather than "iterators" because some of these ideas are stuff I actually imagine applying to robot characters in general! Maybe I'll make a post on that someday...

With all that out of the way though, the actual headcanon is under the cut! Hope you like it!

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What are iterators like when they’re sleepy? Do they even get “sleepy” the way we humans do? This headcanon answers that question with a focus on the iterators’ puppets. Much of this info is also framed in the context of a hypothetical “worm-off-the-string” scenario, since I believe that’s the main situation where sleep and getting tired would actually matter to the iterators.

Firstly, when iterator puppets are low on power, until they find a place to recharge they usually enter a power-saving state where, to conserve what’s left of it, their energy is temporarily redirected away from some of their less-important processes. The side-effect of this, however, is that iterator puppets show symptoms of drowsiness kinda like humans! Whereas humans may yawn, stretch, or rub their eyes when sleepy, iterators will often make sloppier/less precise movements, close their lenses a little, and may even have a harder time thinking, since they sometimes shut off some processors and other cognitive functions until they can recharge. The most common symptom, however, is slurred speech, coming from less power given to their speech-forming software.

Another very-common sign of iterator sleepiness is frequent beeping, often in place of words. This is because, like slurred speech, beeps take much less energy and processing to make than analyzing data, formulating a complex response, then vocalizing it clearly. Beeps are thus far more efficient for conveying simple emotions and reactions than words. Looks to the Moon in particular gets super beepy when she’s tired because she and other early models relied more on beeps for communication — they were made back when things like vivid emotion weren’t as taboo in Ancient society, and iterators were meant to be more friendly and openly interactive with their citizens — so she’s more used to beeping to easily express her emotions. 

As a side-note and mini-headcanon (wow, real headcanon-layering action here), while even the newest iterator puppets can beep, the older iterator models, as a result of this design influence, also have a much greater “beep-vocabulary” with a wider range of sounds that shrunk with the generations. Their beeps are thus a lot more expressive as well, with some sounds even being similar in nature to animal noises or regular speech! I imagine the entire range of their beeps would closely resemble shorter versions of the “droidspeak” sounds of the astromechs in Star Wars.

But, back to sleepy iterators. 

When it’s hibernation time, iterators enter a “sleep-mode”, where almost all of their systems are shut down and recharging becomes the primary objective. However, compared to how I imagine other robots, iterator puppets have a unique way of recharging. Rather than shutting off completely and absorbing power from an external source, iterator puppets have a few key systems within them that remain on even during sleep-mode. These systems, just like those in their superstructures, are capable of converting nutrients into power directly. They emit a soft, rather comforting whirr while the puppets sleep — the only sound iterators make while sleeping, and comparable in nature to stomach sounds during digestion. Otherwise, though, the only other systems remaining on during sleep-mode are a few basic senses, and a program that decides when to “wake up”. The presence of this program also means, uniquely to iterators again, they can wake up on their own, rather than having to be powered back on by someone else like other robots. Overall, these systems are yet another aspect of iterator designs that make them far more biological than many iterators (*cough* *cough* Pebbles *cough*) would like to admit.  And in my imaginings of a “worm-off-the-string” AU, systems like these are one of the main sources of both physical and internal conflict for these characters.

Also, since most of their systems are off during sleep mode, iterators sleep, both figuratively and literally, like statues. Whatever position they fall asleep in is the position they remain in the entire time unless a.) someone moves them or b.) they wake up and move on their own. This also means (unfortunately, if you thought these ideas would be cute) that iterators do not snore, shift around, sleepwalk, sleep-talk, or dream while in sleep mode.

That’s about it for this headcanon as it applies to iterator puppets overall. Now, I’m gonna get into how I imagine Looks to the Moon specifically likes to sleep.

In addition to getting very beepy, Moon also gets very cuddly when sleepy, though some of this comes from her affectionate personality. However, it's also due to a lasting trauma from her collapse. Of course she's learned to tolerate the rain over time, yet after spending so many cycles being rapidly drowned over and over in her can — with endless disorientation and senses so out-of-control from being disconnected from most of her superstructure, no one around to comfort her save for the occasional wandering creature, and the knowledge that her own beloved brother was responsible for this — it’s still left a fair amount of bad memories with her, especially from those cycles most recently after her collapse/revival, and this general unease often resurfaces with the sound of the rain. Therefore, whenever the rain comes, this trauma serves as another, more internal reason Looks to the Moon always wants to fall asleep holding onto/being held by someone, or at the very least while sharing the shelter with someone she loves. 

On a more positive note, since I’m now officially a Lilypad shipper, I imagine that No Significant Harassment is Moon’s default choice of cuddling partner! It can be a little hard to get in position — I imagine Moon always likes to be the little spoon despite her being slightly taller than him — but they manage! Moon pretty much always falls asleep first, because, as the oldest model of the group, and having sustained the most damage post-collapse on top of that, she simply doesn’t use power as efficiently as the others do and therefore gets tired much more easily. In some ways, the poor thing even feels a little guilty about it; she’s supposed to be the leader of this group, and yet here she is, tiring out after less travel and growing drowsy before the rain even starts! Luckily, Sig makes an effort to ensure her she’s more-than worth keeping around, because after every awful thing the world has thrown at her kindness, the least she deserves is some quality guilt-free nap time! And sometimes, if they want a little alone-time (or if Pebbles gets too fed-up with their lovey-dovey gestures), it’ll be just the two of them, and perhaps their slugcats, cuddling together in the shelter. 

And speaking of slugcats, Moon’s second choice of cuddles is Rivulet! Being very soft, warm, and equally cuddly, she makes another good source of cuddles for Moon. And sometimes, if Hunter’s also around and willing, the two join forces with Sig and Hunter for a big, soft, cuddle-filled slumber party!

Still, though, Sig is definitely no. 1 provider of snuggles for Moon. But he loves her dearly, so for the most part he doesn’t mind! Since she falls asleep first, some of his favorite moments each cycle are from just watching her and holding her close as the rainfall echoes from outside; she always looks so beautiful when she’s relaxed, and having her in his arms makes him feel like he can protect her no matter what. So he never really minds when Moon, slurring her words, tiredly asks for him to hold her while she enters sleep mode. 

That is, except when this happens and he’s stuck in that spot for the next several hours…

A few more ideas to this headcanon:

Moon’s third choice of cuddles is Five Pebbles. It’s a bit interesting, because in basically all other scenarios Pebbles insists on sleeping alone in a separate shelter, even though he’s actually rather touch-starved (though it'll be a while before he admits it). Moon is one of the only people he’s actually willing to sleep with, besides occasionally Artificer (in which the feeling is mutual and no one else must be in the room). If I someday decide to ship Pebbles with someone, I imagine he’d also be willing to sleep with them, again, only if no one else is around to see it.

To elaborate on the last point and shift to Five Pebbles’ perspective, the reason why Pebbles always wants to sleep alone is because, as I imagine the worm-off-the-string story so far, Pebbles’ biggest internal conflicts are learning to accept all those “worldly attachments” the Ancients so strongly rejected, and overcoming his god-complex and fear of relying on others. And one of the main ways this manifests is him being so deeply embarrassed to be dealing with these basic survival needs — like yet another one of the savage beasts roaming the world, after having been a vast mechanical god so far above those primitive creatures — that he refuses to let others, even his friends and family, observe him in such a “pitiful” state whenever possible, and resolves to try and overcome it alone. 

To further continue this idea, this is why Moon sometimes insists on sleeping with him. Even though he’ll have to overcome these conflicts on his own, it doesn’t mean he has to be alone while he does it. She makes an effort during these and other moments in this scenario to assure him that it’s okay, no one’s gonna judge or punish him for living this way, and she’ll always be there if he ever decides to accept some help. Pebbles always falls asleep with his head buried in her chest and holding onto her very tightly.

The iterators often like to sleep with their slugcats, who in the AU also stick around a lot to help guide them as they figure out the ins-and-outs of organic survival. 

Both Moon and Pebbles tend to sleep in a curled position. It's actually very similar to how slugcats generally sleep!

Pebbles is quite the workaholic in general, but it also means he has a hard time falling asleep — not because he doesn’t get sleepy, but rather that he often denies it or its significance in an attempt to get more done that cycle (and because, again, he’s “too advanced” for animalistic things like sleeping). The group often has to literally drag him to bed to get him to sleep, and Sig often teases him when his lenses start drooping and his syllables begin to stretch.

In extreme cases, where almost all of their power has been exhausted, iterators won't just slur their words anymore, but their speech will often lose coherency overall, like a spoken case of very drunk typing .

When sleepy, Moon not only slurs her words, but has a tendency to say rather strange and very silly things. It’s another side-effect of less power being used to actually think through her words. There have been many instances where the whole group erupted in laughter after Moon made a really out-of-left-field comment!

Oh, and here's one last quick doodle based off one of the ones above:

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Aaaand that's all for another headcanon! Even though it took me a whole week to do the drawings, it was SO fun getting to develop this idea, especially since sleepy Moonie is such a cute concept! I am so glad that you shared that little idea, Ghost!!

And speaking of which, if you've made it all the way down here, Ghost, may I invite you to add any more ideas to all this, if you want? I'd especially love hearing ideas for the other iterators' sleeping habits (how fast they get tired, what position they like to sleep in, who they usually sleep with, how they wind down before bed, etc.)! I mainly focused on Moon and a bit of Pebbles at the end, since I'm still trying to get a read on Sig and Suns's personalities (especially Suns), so it'd be fun to even further expand on this idea in that regard! Of course, you don't have to, but it's a proposition!

But regardless, I hope you and anyone else who made it to the bottom enjoyed my contributions to the idea! And be sure to keep the adorable headcanon ideas coming!!

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Bonus: Here are the full sketchbook pages, in case anyone was interested in seeing the completed layout! I think I'm gonna be making more of these kinds of drawing/explanation combo artworks!3

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[boyfridged]

I think an really interesting thing about when they have the character's say that Bruce was saving Jason a life of crime or teaching Jason to be good is that it not only isn't true, it directly contradicts other canon.

We have at least two separate alternate time lines (caused specifically by time travel events where the consequences included no Bruce adoption) both of which were Jason was still a moral person. In Flashpoint he is a priest who believes in helping people not matter if they are church goers or not. A world without young justice has AU Jason die trying to do the right thing.

On top of that Jason is at the very least strongly implied to have taken care of his sick mother and the more recent portrayals of him meeting people from his pre-Bruce life also portray him as a caring person.

This adds up to although the writer means for the character to be right, and that Bruce is so noble for helping (failing) this poor child. They are actually being canonically classist towards Jason as what they are saying is an untrue assumption based on his background.

Selina in Gotham War saying he taught Jason to be good is her being classist. Alfred treating Jason like he was just a bad seed Bruce couldn't save is classist. Bruce and his whole reasoning that it is okay for Jason specifically to be endangered because of his background is classist.

Obviously that isn't the intent but when writers who are less classist about Jason write him these classist things aren't be true. It doesn't matter if Zdarsky retcons Jason being such a 'bad kid' when there are a bunch of other writers who didn't do that.

(Zdarsky: Look at this 'bad kid' before Bruce taught him morals. Ignore all the times he was portrayed as a good kid, those aren't canon anymore. Bruce is the source of all his morality. Bruce is actually less classist than Jason. This is definitely not classist writing.)

you summarized it excellently. i think it is also related to bruce projecting both his own trauma and his own worldview on jay and his background. i have written a very long post about this exactly, with receipts too. you can find it here. oh and another one, in which i explain why it would be more interesting to allow bruce to be wrong too.

and as i cited it in the above post – bruce is wrong and that fact is quite evident in-text, at least in the early versions of the story. this is also what i love so much about barr’s detective comics run – because barr calls bullshit and gets leslie to tell bruce his reasoning behind putting jason in field are unbecoming and that he is “doing it for himself.”

of course, post jay’s death that awareness has evaporated and instead we got revised versions of the story that were more than ever deadset on proving that jason did possess some fatal flaw, a violent seed that bruce did not manage to eradicate (like the issues of gotham knights, which again, i have no idea as to why they are so popular, given how malicious they are in the evaluation of jason’s fate). the latest retcons such as zdarsky’s work also fall into the trap of attempting to justify bruce’s decisions irt jason & his role as robin by diminishing jay and rewriting his story to be tainted with inevitability. even a death in the family (2020, the animated movie) provides the audience with plenty alternative endings, all of which are to make a murderer or a villain out of jason.

that is not to say that i think there should not be a sense of inevitability of jay’s tragedy at all – but its source is stubbornly misplaced for bruce’s benefit despite even the actual aditf storyline and barr’s run before placing the responsibility for it in bruce’s inability to compartmentalise his parental and vigilante duties (the chapter of aditf titled choices relates to bruce’s decision to go after the joker instead of jason; it does turn out it did not matter as jason has long been tied up in that family-vs-heroics conflict.)

bringing up the alternative versions of jay is a good way to illustrate it; in the world in which he does not meet bruce, he is not damned to participate in the cycle of abuse forever. i’m not gonna lie, i also wish countdown went in that direction and has given us more glances at realities like that. because i do believe that jason’s resolve to stop at nothing when faced by crime, the sense of obligation to do so that leaves his hands bloody, is something that was cultivated in him primarily by the robin training.

#outbox #the things i go through to answer an ask. i have to save them in drafts first to be able to post them at all??

[sarahreesbrennan]

Hi Sarah, I'm so excited to see your upcoming release. (Villainess deserve representation too!) I was rereading Love From Both Sides for the dozenth time - as one does - and I was wondering if you had any plans for a spin off with Adara and Natalie? Their story has so many uncharted possibilities, I'm dying to know more. And relatedly, we're gasping out here for more sapphic media that goes as hard as your work does 🥺

I'm sorry if this has been asked and answered before, I couldn't find anything in your archives. Thanks again for writing In Other Lands, a precious and rare delight. I hope you're having the bestest day with at least one friendly nuzzle from a puppy

Hey my love, Never be sorry for asking anything! This world is bettered by the questioners, and it’s a great compliment to me that you care.

As regards Adara and Natalie specifically, I couldn’t tell you. I’d love to write more in the In Other Lands world (about which more later) - but whether I could do a short story or a series of books would obviously change my answer. It’s not entirely up to me, but I definitely do have plans for Adara. She’s a foil for Elliot, and the kind of character I really like - one who I see treated shallowly in other media, when few people really are shallow. If there’s too much skimming the surface, I long to explore the depths. And with the depths come adventures. Thank you for your care!

I also thank you for being excited for Long Live Evil. Villains and villainesses do definitely deserve representation, and have long been beloved by me because they’re often complicated, witty because they see the world differently, and queer-coded. I was also thinking when writing it about the different ways audiences can come to a story, and using the same evidence how different people presume characters are (for example) straight or bisexual. And often the ending will be very uniformly heterosexual. But if you go into the story, and change its direction… Are the things you presumed true? Are the things characters presumed about themselves true? Would certain subtexts surface, and certain texts submerge? How do we influence art by engaging with it? Anyway, I am categorically not making any promises because that’s got me in trouble before. But it’s an ensemble story (I was inspired by the group dynamics and relationships, all given weight, of Leigh Bardugo’s Six of Crows) and these are some of my preoccupations when writing it. I hope you shall find much to enjoy.

In the meantime, if you seek sapphic media that goes hard, and Sappho knows we all do… The Jasmine Throne and the Oleander Sword by Tasha Suri - this series is a huge favourite of mine - and not just mine, it won the World Fantasy award. Its central f/f pairing features one party holding the other at knifepoint for fine reasons and they have a brilliant dynamic based on understandably conflicting ideologies and complicated family situations! I love it.

Thank you for a delight of a letter and your kind words. I write this being yelled at by a cat for skritches, which is pleasant as puppies. I wish you a beauteous day with animal companions of choice, with apologies I couldn’t answer more definitively!

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[headcanonenthusiast]

Alex Keller SFW relationship headcanons 

Since my first post on this man did good, here's some SFW relationship headcanons to feed your delusions 😀

No warnings on this one, folks. Was made with both masc and fem readers in mind, but some of the specific headcanons are leaning towards a specific gender.

Enjoy!

-Love languages are physical touch and acts of service. Loves giving + receiving touch, but feels more inclined to spoil you by doing things for you.

-Will do chores you despise if you're sick/tired. As much as you may insist it's fine and that you can do it, every once in a while you'll find your designated chores (as well as the ones Alex already does) finished.

-He passes out compliments like it's candy, and his words are honestly as sweet as it, too. So sincere with everything he says, no matter how self-conscious you may be, he'll do everything in his power to make you feel like royalty.

-A big fan of just relaxing with you. Y'all could be doing basically anything, whether it's watching TV or making food or cuddling, and no matter how mundane things may be, Alex would much rather just enjoy the simple moments and appreciate the time he's able to spend with you. 

-Nicknames for you include: Baby (baby girl/boy/doll), sweetheart, sunshine, dolly, darling and the occasional love or sugar. 

-I feel like he's a God at back massages. No particular reason why, he's just good at them. 

-The inside jokes are top tier. The type of inside jokes you and Alex have are probably so ridiculous that to anyone besides you two, you guys look insane. 

-Whenever he sees anything that reminds him of an inside joke y'all have, he'll literally have to place a hand over his mouth while snorting. Then he'll text you about it so fast he makes like 12 spelling mistakes. 

-If you have a favorite animal, color, show, etc, you best believe he's going to go out of his way to buy you gifts of those things. He'll just come home one day with a plushie of your favorite animal with the widest grin on his face. 

-"Look what I found at the mall! You still like bears, right?" (Totally didn't use bears as an example bc my favorite animal are bears..) 

-Loves relaxing on your chest. Whether you're taller or shorter, it doesn't matter. Your chest = his pillow. 

-Loves it when you run a hand through his hair or touch his facial hair. Also, please cup his cheek and give him as many kisses as you possibly can.

-Will MELT if you fall asleep on him. 

-His favorite places to kiss you are the cheeks, forehead, nose and ofc the lips. 

-Always has an arm around your shoulder or waist or holds your hand in public. He's not very possessive or anything, but he just feels the need to show you off. Its kinda like he's saying "Hey, look at the absolute eye-candy I scored." And he gets all smiley when someone compliments you. 

-Favorite cuddling positions are spooning (he always insists on being the big spoon), or where you're practically on top of him and using his chest as a pillow (and vice versa). 

-If you also want kids and can get pregnant, he's completely fussing over you the entire time. You're not allowed to lift a finger 

-He'll also do the same if you're sick or on your period if you're afab. 

-Once, while he was on deployment, you got sick and told him about it. 

-"Aw, sunshine. I'm so sorry to hear that :(" is what his text said, before asking you exactly what you needed. Then boom, all of a sudden his mother pays you a surprise visit and makes you some soup. It's totally not like he asked if she'd be willing to check up on you or anything because he couldn't be there..totally not 🙃

-Also, I headcanon him to be a major mama's boy. Maybe he's got an older sister or two as well, idk. 

-I feel like family is very important to him. As such, he's always dragging you over to see his family. 

-Always getting you to play with any nephews/nieces he may have and when you do, he gets massive baby fever. 

-Either way, I feel he's fairly knowledgeable on things like periods and such, which is probably why he's so good at taking care of you

-If you're amab and need some new clothes, he'll gladly go through his old ones and see if anything catches your eye. 

-Will let you wear a shirt of his regardless of gender, though. 

-He knows how much you love wearing his t-shirts and sweaters, regardless of if they fit you or not. So, one time while he was on deployment, he "forgot" a shirt at home and once he "realized" he'd "forgotten" it, he told you to keep it safe. 

-"Alex? I think you left a shirt behind." 

-"Thats alright, sunshine. I've got plenty of other clothes. Can you please keep it nice and warm til I get back?" 

-Y'all always have a meal over FaceTime together when he's deployed. 

-Whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, he sends you a text and a picture of said thing. 

-And said thing is usually either really beautiful, like the sunset or a flower that caught his eye, or something really stupid like a pic of a weird looking cat from the internet or a giant rat he saw around base. 

-"Saw the rat that's been terrorizing the base's kitchen today. Reminded me of you ❤" 

-"Wtf"

-"Why would a rat remind you of me?" 

-"Because it steals my food and leaves crumbs everywhere but is still pretty damn cute." 

-"🖕" 

-"Love you too, dolly." 

-Def wants some sort of pet with you, especially a dog. 

-If you're allergic to dogs, he'll try to get a hypoallergenic breed.

-Although he's certainly not opposed to most other pets! Prefers dogs to cats, but he still likes them, so if you would prefer a cat he's down to get one. 

-Asks for pics of said pet while on deployment constantly. 

-And when he's home, his entire camera roll is just filled with the goofiest pet pics. 

-Such a bad cameraman when it comes to animals for no reason. Will make the most beautiful, expensive and well-groomed ragdoll cat look like a sewer rat with just one photo 💀

-Somehow takes amazing pics of you, though. Manages to make you look absolutely gorgeous/handsome everytime. 

-Stays up late just chuckling at messages between you two on deployment. Does the same for pictures of you, too.  

-When he returns home, though, there's barely a night where he's up past 11 pm, because you're there to cuddle him to sleep. 

-Overall, Alex would just be such an attentive, loving partner. You, your safety, your family and making you laugh are his main priorities.

Another one done! Definitely enjoying writing these, so let me know who I should do next.

#alex keller #alex keller x f!reader #alex keller x y/n #alex keller x male reader #alex keller headcanons #alex keller cod #cod modern warfare #call of duty #alex keller x reader #alex keller x you #headcanon #i'm still a disappointment to my parents

[rotationalsymmetry]

The social model of disability is incomplete on its own -- it was never intended to completely explain disability. But it is also really important to give the concept time to sink in if it's new to you I think.

Twenty story buildings have elevators. Because most people aren't up for walking up twenty flights of stairs on the regular. But most people ARE up for walking up one or two flights, so one to two story buildings only have stairs. If everybody could climb 20 stories easily, or teleport or something, 20 story buildings wouldn't have elevators and anyone who couldn't would be screwed.

(I'm expressing this in terms of "most people", but it's less a majority/minority thing and more some people are seen as normal and some aren't. Most people don't have any one specific disability at any given time. But everybody spends some part of their life disabled. We were all born incontinent.)

I have an ongoing daydream scenario involving aliens. These aliens happen to be sort of centaur shaped (ok, probably sort of Andalite shaped, whatever.) They don't do stairs, at all. So their society just doesn't have any. At all. And they can't access places that require stairs in ours -- someone who is not disabled by their standards is by human standards.

But the reverse is also true. My made up aliens have sort of built in texting (you can think of it as telepathy if you prefer) and it's just normal to be able to communicate vocally and by text, either in broadcast mode or one to one, at the same time, and their media often relies on multiple channels to convey information. Humans don't really do that. A human who's fully abled by normal human standards is cut out of a lot of this alien society's culture in a way that's somewhat similar to being blind or deaf or maybe just colorblind in human society.

Anyways, I find the sci fi thought experiments helpful but you don't gotta do it that way. You can also look at history, or compare across cultures. In the modern day, being unable to read is a significant disability. It'll mess with your ability to get a job, to navigate cities, to drive, to date, to enjoy a lot of media, all sorts of things. But in say medieval Europe, it wouldn't be a disability, it would be normal. Most culture is passed along orally. Your local bar has a picture on its sign, not words. Your local church has stained glass windows specifically to help tell Bible stories without words (you're not going to get them from worship, that's happening in a language you don't speak, because reasons.)

You can look at animals. A hawk that can't fly is severely disabled. You've never flown a day in your life.

[bellafragolina]

Hi! Could I request drabbles for Raihan, Leon and Piers (my three swsh husbands hehe) getting into a big argument with their s/o and then saying something super mean they immediately With a fluffy ending tho please! I live for the hurt comfort >:3

You got it, hon! Hurt and comfort and my bread and butter! Coming right up!

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Leon:

It started out insignificant. You had made a small joke, poking fun at him getting lost on his way to the bathroom after he was in there for so long. You couldn't see the exhausted look in his eyes, the bags or the way his body was. . . too tense. You saw it when he turned on you, though.

"I'm not an idiot!" He snapped at you. "And I'm not a child! Some of us actually have important things to do sometimes besides sit around and be assholes like you!"

He stormed off afterwords, leaving you in shock on the couch as your shared bedroom door slammed behind you. The house was quiet, and you were aware that Leon probably wasn't going to be in the mood to talk anytime soon, so you gathered your Pokémon and headed out to battle some other trainers while you sorted through your emotions over what happened.

Leon, on the other hand, spent the time stewing in his bedroom. Things with being Chairman weren't going great. The Battle Tower was still with kinks, and it felt like no matter how hard he tried, there was still someone left unhappy about the whole thing.

And even worse, he had yelled at you because of it. He buried his head in the pillow and sighed. He needed to make it up to you, but he had heard the front door shut. You were gone. . . Maybe there was times to fix things while you were away.

After you return after thinking things through, you find all the lights are off. Leon is standing over by the dining table, candles lit around him, food already out on the table. He gives you a small smile.

"Hey."

"Hey." You greet, easing yourself towards them. "What's this?"

"An apology." Leon murmurs, reaching for your hand. You let him take it, and he runs his thumb over your knuckles. "I shouldn't have yelled at you. I didn't mean anything I said, but I shouldn't have said. I was stressed, and shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"I forgive you." You whisper. "I'm sorry too. I don't mean to make you feel like an idiot or a child with those jokes."

Leon shakes his head. "I know. C'mon, let's eat and go to bed. I think sleep will do us both good."

You smile. Yeah, it should.

Raihan:

Raihan had already been feeling shitty about things. He had lost to Leon again, and before that he was already in a foul mood for no real reason. Then his phone notified him that you had commented on one of Leon's posts, one of him at the gym, sweaty and muscled.

Looking good! <3

Raihan grounded his teeth. Of course you thought he was good looking. He's the bloody champion. Of course you like him more.

Next time Raihan sees you, he gives you a cold look. "Your here, eh?"

You carefully cock a brow. "Well. . . I do live here."

"I figured you'd be off at Leon's," Raihan said, feigning casualness, "given how hard you suck his dick."

"Raihan!" You exclaimed, horrified. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"If you like him, go get him!" Raihan shouted back. "Don't stay here and yank my chain when you're just going to leave anyway! What kind of a heartless fucker are you?"

"You need to hop off your high horse and take a nap" You snapped. "Maybe you'll still have a partner when you wake up and come to your senses!"

You stormed, off leaving Raihan to stew in peace. He actually did as you suggested and took a nap, waking up to find an angry text from Nessa, who you had gone to. You were apparently devastated by his accusations, understandably so.

Raihan groaned. He needed to apologize for that horrible outburst.

He made sure to grab presents as he made his way towards Hulberry. He got flowers, your favorite candy, and even a small stuffed animal of your favorite Pokémon. When he arrived at Nessa's place, he knocked on the door. It swung open, and there Nessa was, unimpressed.

"I hope you can fix this." She said, letting him in before going off, probably to her room

You sat on the couch, stroking one of your Pokémon. Your expression was downcast, and Raihan's heart ached. Why would he think you'd run off? You'd never done anything to even suggest it.

"I got jealous." He admits. You stiffen. "Leon's. . . been making me feel less than my best. Not cause he's an ass, but because I'm the ass. I saw you comment on his post and lost my temper. I'm sorry."

Raihan gently places the gifts beside you.

"I'd never do that to you." You say.

"I know." Raihan murmurs back. He kneels at your feet, waiting for your cue. "I'll spend the rest of the week making it up to you."

You snort, and lean towards him. "Rest of the month."

"Week and a half."

"Deal."

Piers:

Piers didn't think he'd ever had a show that bad before. Disinterested crowd, rude drunks, and lackluster security not keeping people out from where they're not supposed to be. He had a headache and just wanted to breathe for a minute, but he didn't get that chance after the show.

You came running up to him backstage, a sad smile on your lips. "Tough crowd, huh? I'm sorry things went so badly. And you know what those guys said wasn't true, right? You're-"

"Tired." Piers snapped. You went quiet, eyes wide. "I want to be left alone, have some peace and quiet for once. Will you get lost please, annoyin'. . ." He muttered the rest, but you were already gone.

His headache eventually faded away, but with it came the slow, clawed grip of guilt. You were only trying to help, and he could've been nicer when asking for alone time. You didn't deserve him snapping at you. He needed to find you.

You were outside of the revenue, sitting down, having your own quiet time. Piers approaches, hears you mutter an apology, and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry for callin' you annoyin'." Piers said first. You glanced away. "Sorry for snappin' at ya too. . . I shouldn't have, even if I was tired."

"I wasn't trying to be annoying." You told him, sad. "I swear I wasn't. I just didn't want you thinking anything those guys said were true!"

"I don't think that." Piers assured you. He sat next to you, and pressed your arms against one another. "Only one whose opinion I care about is yours. . . and Marnie's."

You chuckled. "Yeah, same here."

"I don't think you're annoyin', babe."

"Thank you." You leaned your head on his shoulder. Piers smiled, relaxing into the comfortable quiet. It was like his headache never even existed.

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I hope these are to your liking!! Thanks for requesting, and I hope you have a good day!

~Renee

#gonna be honest #had trouble thinking of reasons why the boys would snap #leon x reader #champion leon x reader #raihan x reader #piers x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

[maelstroumwaterfall]

Arbormagic Syndrome (The End Of The Magical World) Chapter 4 | Hogwarts Mystery Infection AU

(Warning: !the text contains violent scenes! Hope it's not forbidden here, I've read the community rules and it seemed like it's allowed in my case but I'm not sure 👉👈)

Chapter 4. The Kneazle Incident.

The fact that Merula didn't get any answers from Rakepick only made her more annoyed. After taking a deep breath, she went down the staircase to the Care for the Magical Creatures lesson.

She only now noticed that she forgot to put on her robe that was supposed to be a part of her uniform. She didn't have any time to go back to her dorm room so she just let out an annoyed sigh to contain herself from breaking something.

She reached the training grounds as soon as possible, yet, she was still late for the first time during her studying at Hogwarts.

-The lesson has already started, Miss Snyde. - Professor Kettleburn said but he didn't sound upset or strict. - Hurry up, today we learn about Kneazles. Very dangerous, but intelligent creatures. - he added with a slight smile before turning back to other students. Merula wasn't really surprised by his calm attitude, he wasn't a kind of teacher that would scold someone for being late.

She approached the group of students and stood near Ismelda. Murk turned to her and couldn't not to notice her 'amazing' outfit. She barely managed to hold her laugh as Merula turned to her with a scowled expression. Snyde let out an annoyed sigh as Prf. Kettleburn told them to write down his words as she forgot almost everything she could.

-Ugh.. I forgot my note.. -she mumbled through her teeth and glanced at Ismelda. It was one her special ways to ask someone for something and this one she considered 'too much of' polite. Ismelda knew her friend and just smirked, before handing her a sheet of paper. -And a pen.. - Merula added, trying to keep her unbothered expression even though she looked like she just fell from a tree.

-What happened to you? You look like you had a fight with Chimaera. - Ismelda asked with a some kind of teasing tone and handed her a pen.

-You don't know what happened in the common room? - Merula said in response, being genuinely surprised. She thought that the whole Hogwarts heard how she was yelling at Waterfall. - Well.. I.. - she didn't manage to finish her sentence as she caught Kettleburn's look on herself. It was enough for her to understand that he's not going to be this indulgent if she keeps talking. - I'll tell you later.

Ismelda nodded and noticed that everyone followed Kettleburn to take a look at the creature they're going to learn about. Merula made a quick sketch of the cat-like animal and took a look at the other students while she had some time.

She immediately spotted Maelström. He looked normally, not like this morning. Now he had his usual arrogant and narcissistic look, she now recognized this obsessed with his appearance and gold idiot. She knew that he only pretends that his true intention of searching for the Cursed Vaults was finding his missing brother.

She couldn't help but thought about a possibility of him being affected by Imperius. What else could be the reason of his sudden change of behaviour this morning?

She then glanced at Rowan that stayed near Maelström. He looked somehow upset and tensed. So he also noticed that something wasn't right? He was a very loyal friend, sometimes Merula even felt a little jealous as Waterfall was the only he trusted to. Rowan suddenly turned to her as he noticed that she was watching him and Merula quickly turned away.

The next one who caught her attention was Penny. Then she immediately spotted Nymphadora. Penny looked irritated and Merula was even surprised to see so much hatred in Haywood's look. Tonks also looked quite annoyed but more like offended and hurt.

- Kneazles are considered dangerous creatures. Their claws and fangs are able to tear the skin in a matter of seconds. You should be careful when communicating with them. They're very intelligent and will not tolerate disrespectful treatment towards them. - these words made Merula come back in reality as she went too far in her own thoughts. She glanced at the creature. The Kneazle proudly raised it's chin and wrapped it's legs with it's fluffy tail. It had a beautiful grey fur with some orange patterns. - Does anyone want to try to bond with one?

Barnaby stepped forward and nobody was surprised he was the first willing to communicate with the creature. - Don't worry, I'll be nearby. - professor added while Barnaby carefully approached the magical creature. He smiled at it kindly and carefully extended his hand to let the creature sniff it.

- Also, Kneazles have an uncanny ability to detect dangerous and untrustworthy people. Someone keeps them to guard their houses or even catch criminals. - Merula listened to the professor's words and became a little curious. She was more than sure that if Waterfall got close enough to this kitty, it would tear his face off. Well, at least he would become less ugly.

To this time, Barnaby was already petting the creature that willingly stepped closer and rested it's head on Lee's palm. - Well done, Mr. Lee. You gained the creature's trust. Now, is there someone who wants to feed the Kneazle? You also need to gain it's trust before trying to give it food. - this time, nobody else responded. Professor Kettleburn glanced at the students and decided to choice someone himself. - Well, maybe Maelström would like to show us how to feed Kneazle?

Maelström nodded lazily and stepped forward, he put the note away and took a bag with food before trying to approach the creature. Kettleburn carefully watched the Kneazle and seemed to tense a little when it pressed it's ears and started to slowly, menancingly wag it's tail. - Maelström, wait. - Kettleburn said, but Maelström didn't stop. He was staying right in a front of the magical beast, it bared it's fangs and released it's razor-sharp claws.

- Maelström, step back! - Kettleburn repeated and was already moving towards them. Merula watched the happening and she would probably laugh at the situation as it was exactly what she thought would happen if Maelström approached the creature, if not what happened next. She noticed that creature was rather scared than just agressive, it stepped a little back and pressed it's body down.

Maelström didn't move an inch, nobody could see his face but he was cleary staring at the scared animal. Before everyone could react the creature lunged at Waterfall and pierced his face with it's claws. Maelström immediately rushed back but it was too late. He yelled in agony of pain as the creature's sharp claws were tearing his face and skin.

Merula stared in shock at the happening, she could see how easily the Kneazle was ripping off Waterfall's skin while he could do nothing to push the animal away.

- Maelström!!.. - Rowan yelled in shock and in fear, he already rushed forward to help his friend. Merula couldn't force herself to move or turn away, she could also see Penny that stared at the happening with the tears in her eyes.

Rowan didn't manage to reach Maelström as Barnaby was the first one to rush and help. He was strong enough to grab the creature and pull it away. He gritted his teeth as the Kneazle leaved the deep scratches on his hands, but still held it to not let it harm Maelström further.

This time everyone could see what the Kneazle's claws can do. Merula could barely recognise Maelström's face as more than half of his face's skin was torn. His left eye was ripped off and there were places where his bones could be noticed through the layer of blood that covered his skin and uniform. The creature also leaved scratches on Maelström's neck and shoulders. He kept screaming as he couldn't bear the pain.

Many students rushed for help while professor Kettleburn was dealing with the Kneazle, he wasn't less nervous and worried than others. Merula kept staring at Maelström as she couldn't understand what else she noticed under the blood on his wounds. It was something thin and long, it looked like worms that could barely be noticed under the layer of blood, but she could clearly see something moving under his torn skin.

She looked away in disgust, she felt like she was about to vomit. She didn't even notice when Maelström was already transferred to the hospital wing with Barnaby that was also harshly injured. She just lost the track of time in all the panic and others' screams.

(Thx for reading 💝💝💝💝 Hope u enjoyed the story ;>)

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[celestemagnoliathewriter]

I’m honestly sick and tired of people claiming everyone is bi if they find the same sex attractive. JKR wanted us to know who was attractive and who wasn’t, since the story was from Harry’s pov everyone has put a label on his sexuality. Like can we not normalize appreciating the same sex without labels? I remember being teased for being bi if I said a girl or woman was beautiful and it annoyed me because they automatically labeled me without asking me. Does that mean the next time I see a dog and say “that’s a good looking dog” I’ll be labeled as someone who’s attracted to animals? Just because a man thinks another man is attractive does not make him bi. Now if Harry had sexual feelings for the same sex in the book then yes he could be bi, but did we even a hint of that? No. So ppl need to stop claiming this as canon when it’s more of a fan theory.

I think there are a couple of layers to this, anon, and I apologize in advance for a long post as it led to quite the reflection on my end.

On the one hand, there's something to be said about heteronormative readings about texts, in that assuming is everyone is cishet until proven otherwise is limiting, to say the least. I'd like to gently ask you to think about the way you compared attraction to people to attraction to dogs, as that's a big leap. I understand the point you are making, and this reaction you have about being labeled as bi, attached to the reaction over the HC (not actual canon) of bi Harry, gives me pause.

By that I mean I had a very similar, sort of visceral reaction to a lot of the HCs and fan theories I found when I started participating in fandom and joined Tumblr. As the years go by I continue to reflect on these reactions, where they came from, and where I'm going next.

So let's talk about bi Harry for a minute and about some other thoughts I've had.

First, I don't think Harry is bi, based entirely on the authorial intent and the world JKR created. That's not to say we can't read it in other ways but I do think it's important to recognize that the world she created, wrote in, and promotes is fundamentally heteronormative. Yes, Dumbledore is gay, and his sexuality was revealed by JKR directly and not in any concrete depiction. You could argue that she couldn't say anything because of the time period, but let's face it - after PoA, she could publish these gargantuan books and the texts got darker. We also have to remember that just as 'men writing women' is a thing, so is 'women writing men.' JKR has admitted she's bad at writing romance. She calls several men handsome in the text, through Harry's eyes, and we do have to acknowledge the author's voice in the character.

Second, I don't think there's a reason Harry can't be bi. That is, we can definitely say he's into women (Cho, Ginny), and like many many people throughout history, they discover their sexuality later in life. There's no reason why Harry can't figure out later that he's bi. That's not saying that he is or has to be - it's more making room for this reality that I think is at the heart of what these HCs are getting to.

The reason for this is that queerness in history has been largely erased. I think there's value in trying to read texts, even if they were written in a heteronormative context, to make space for queer characters and readings. The sort of visceral reaction I see in this ask, which I shared a couple years ago, led to rethinking a lot of the way I see the role of representation and the diversity of voices in fiction, or broadly speaking, anywhere.

I do think that if we stick with a very strict reading of the text, according to what JKR planned out, then yes, we'd probably find that most everyone is cishet. But as we're occupying this space of fanfic, where we take the characters out of the texts and give them lives in missing scenes, why can't we explore queerness in them or take what we have in canon and sculpt it to find voices that have otherwise been silenced? This isn't to say they're canon - but that they can exist in canon and can be compliant or coherent.

There's another thing I want to very gently point out in your ask, anon. Why does it bother you so much?

If someone asked me that a couple years ago, I'd have said something along the lines of 'well, it's ridiculous. obviously he's straight, and assuming someone's bi or gay because they say or do x, y, z, is nonsense.' BUT, here's where I am a couple years later. Is it not the same concept to assume someone is straight because there's no specific marker that signals them as queer?

What I am trying to point to is that if it's the assumption that bothers you, then it's what (I believe) bothers those who are queer themselves. The assumption of "straight until proven otherwise" and "you must be bi because you find the same sex physically attractive" direct us to a similar pressure point. No one wants assumptions to dominate the way we are perceived, or the way a certain population is treated.

That's why, even if I read JKR's world as heteronormative across many, many categories, if I want to enter that world in a more detached sense and think of these fictional characters as real people, I will find queer characters because I find queer people in history.

Some characters are easier to do this with than others: I find writing canon Harry in the canon timeline as bi to be really hard. This might be my own heteronormativity speaking. I'm extremely aware of how frequently I say the wrong thing or word something in a way that isn't exactly right, but I am trying.

Writing bi Harry later in his life? Easier. Definitely easier, because of our own historical context. It wouldn't surprise me if a teenage boy in the 90s would struggle with, suppress, or even ignore bisexuality in himself. In the 00s? 10s? 20s? Different story.

I'm still not going to write bi Harry though, partly because I don't like writing Harry, and there are other characters that I find more interesting to explore with their sexualities.

But back to your point, anon. Though I understand your frustration, having been there myself, I would encourage you to understand why people say these things. There's a desire for representation, which is sorely needed, and has been historically lacking. There's a desire to normalize--or, perhaps put in a better way--be more accepting/less surprised when queer people simply exist.

If nothing else, like I have gone through my own growing pains of trying to be more open minded (a decade-long process at least), I would encourage you to do the same. I'm not saying you aren't open minded or accepting - let me be clear about that - though the way you phrased some things did lead to my own reflections about how I've thought about this.

Last, but not least, I do agree with the frustration over claiming things as canon versus fanon. There's a layer in the middle though, of canon compliant, that is a hot, hot mess.

Is bi Harry canon? No. Is bi Harry canon compliant? Why not? Why can't Harry figure out that all those times he thought a man was handsome was actually sexual attraction? No reason he can't figure that out and be happily married to Ginny. No reason he can't figure that out and be a devoted father and godfather.

I've been going on and on for a while. I suppose I'll stop here before my exhaustion leads me to say anything I'll regret. I do hope I've given you something to think about, and I'll be continuing to reflect on it as I keep going, as I hope you will do too.

#asks #send asks

[maybe-i-dreamt-u]

Red Tipped Feathers Bits and Pieces bc I cannot work on Chapter 8 atm

Jouno used to love reading when he was a kid. Him and his sister couldn't afford going to school so they they tried to make up for it by reading up on everything and anything they could find. They would often sneak into schools' and universities' libraries overnight or during storms and instead of actually sleeping, they would spend the time reading. He was lucky for the immense volume of information his brain could absorb in a short time, because he was never allowed to actually take any books with him, since they were heavy and ultimately useless.

At first, his favourite section to raid was the one with detective novels, but as he got older that developed into criminology text books. His sister had to rip the books out of his hands to force him to read about something else and form a general knowledge of every branch of social and natural sciences.

Tecchou's love for cooking actually started way before working at the bakery. The house he lives in now is in fact his childhood home (his parents moved away to live on the northern sea shore because they couldn't stand the extreme weather anymore) and the layout looked a lot different when he was little, since it had to accommodate three people, not one. Also their garden was much smaller, Tecchou's current garden and animal pens are a very recent addition. That put Tecchou's bed in his current living room/dining room/kitchen. Some of his favourite memories of his early childhood are waking up from his afternoon nap to the room being muggy and smelling heavenly, then immediately sitting at the table to watch his mom finish making dinner. He would ask her about the spices she's using and she would let him taste things before and after seasoning them, she taught him how to hold a knife when he was 7, which he fully believes is part of the reason why he's so good with his sword now, and he's been kneading dough since he was 5, whether for bread, dumplings or cookies, he had them all under his belt since before hitting a double digit age.

When Jouno first met Tecchou, he thought he was the most annoying person on earth. He thought his stories were dumb and his voice was grating his ears and he wished he would just leave him alone. But then the night would come and he would find himself constantly thinking about him, belatedly laughing at his jokes. He realized the only reason he disliked him was the fact that he was mortified of being hurt by him. So his initial hatred slowly transformed into neutrality.

Until he got hurt and Tecchou had to bandage him up. He wasn't sure why the spell worked that way, but injuries he got as a human were transferred to his swan body, and vice versa. So when his wing got impaled, so was his arm during the night. Jouno spent days agonizing, sliding from one fever dream into another, unable to move around because of the pain and he supposed he had gotten insanely lucky to have Tecchou treat his wound with some antibiotic.

Speaking of dreams, Jouno realized he might have a problem with Tecchou a couple months in, after waking up in cold sweat from a wet dream. He was so embarrassed he wanted to kill himself (or Tecchou). He only had about an hour until the sun was rising so he hurried to clean his clothes, and he didn't come out of the forest the entire next day, unable to be around Tecchou.

alr I think that's all for today see y'all later

#really wish I could work on chap 8 rn but unfortunately I have 5 exams in two weeks and I simply. lack the energy #i hope this helps though #suegiku #red tipped feathers #swan universe #wait is this the first time i've posted about rtf on here? #huh #anyway #bungou stray dogs #jouno saigiku #suehiro tecchou #bsd #my works #my fanfiction

[regalityandcoffee]

Tutor Charlie Dempsey x Bimbo Reader headcanons (18+)

(because I deadass don't have the energy to write a whole fic rn)

Warnings: Long as fuck, Charlie being fucking weird and pervy, panty stealing, masturbation (you and him), praise kink, dumbifictation, general nonsense.

Enjoy?????

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♡ He's very confused when you stand by his desk after trigonometry and ask to talk. He's seen you around on campus and even had a class with you last year but you've never really talked. You ran in different circles. Him with almost no one, and you with your other pretty ditzy friends, talking about make up and clothes or whatever you did. You always seemed nice though, he just never had a reason to start a conversation with you.

♡ His ears perked at the sound your pretty little voice asking to talk as he slung his bag over his shoulder to stand in front of you. He was a good foot taller than you, which gave him a decent view down your crop top. He stayed in listen, raising an eyebrow as you asked him for help with class. It was no secret he was a virtual genius, this was the third year in a row he'd been on the Dean's List and he intended to keep it that way.

♡ He walked down the hall with you, listening as you babbled about trying to keep up your grades in your classes. To his surprise, the only class you seemed to struggle with was trig. It was rather rude and presumptuous for him to assume less, but he couldn't help it. With the cute way you twirled your hair as you talked and the way you dressed you didn't seem like a straight A student. But you surprised him. He nods, promising to come over to your dorm after dinner and go over some notes the same night.

♥︎ You let out the cutest noise he's ever heard, hopping a little. He looked away, it taking everything in him not to watch your breasts as they bounced in your top. You write your dorm number down in purple glitter ink for him, and walk away to your next class. He went back to his room, spending the time before his work study job jerking off, imagining taking you under the stairs of the building your Trig class was in fucking you up against the wall.

♡ He didn't date often, he just never really had the time for it and starting new relationships were...difficult for him, to say the least. But he could at least fantasize, right? He cleans up and goes to work for his few hours, working at the circulation desk in the library.

♡ The time to go to your comes and he gathers his books. He heads to your dorm and finds your room with ease. For some reason you had your name in glitter letters on a paperboard taped to the door. He shakes his head and knocks. You open the door. You changed into a cute pink sweater and shorts. You tug his arm and pull him in, as cheery as ever. He notices the empty bed on the other side of the room. To his surprise (and pleasure) you didn't have a roomate, she transferred to a different school before the year began. Your room was as cute and frilly as he thought it'd be, with pink sheets and a bunch of stuffed animals on the bed and posters of pop stars he barely knew on the wall.

♡ He pulls up a chair from the other desk and takes out his notes and you too get to work. He watches as you wrinkle your nose cutely as you go over notes, biting the end of your pencil. He asks you to solve a problem and you get it right almost immediately.

♡ "Good girl." It slips out before he can stop himself. You didn't seem to mind, giggling at the little compliment. The sound of your laugh makes something twist deep in his gut. You kept working, picking up the text better than he expected. An alarm on your phone rings, and you run out to put your clothes in the dryer, squeaking that "you'll be back in a sec!". He's alone now, and as he leans back in his chair, something catches his eye...

♡ by the open closet, there's a pair of lacey pink panties laying by your clothes hamper, a pair you probably dropped while going to wash your other clothes. He picks them up, feeling the material in his hands. Fuck, did you really wear stuff like this? The thought of you pulling them up your soft thighs and over your plump ass made the heat in his cheeks rise. He raises them to his face to get a closer look. Before he can bring them up to his nose, the jingling of the door knob causes him to panic and shove them in his pocket as you come back in and sit down.

♥︎ He coughs, glad you didn't seem to noticed his flustered disposition. The evening continues, him complimenting you as you quickly catch on to his tutoring, before you both call it a night. He quickly makes it back to his dorm, covering his crotch with his messenger bag as subtle as he can as his erection grows. He locks the door behind him, dropping his bag to sit on the edge of his bed, freeing his cock from his pants to touch himself yet again. He takes the panties out of his pocket, shutting his eyes as he jerked himself off with them. It was wrong and gross and so wrong but fuck, all he cared about was imagining you down on his bed, your makeup smeared on his pillow as he pushed you down and pulled your panties to the side...

♥︎ When he cums he cums hard, panting as he makes a mess of your panties. He washes them, and the next session he sneaks them back in your drawer when you turn your back.

♡ Your study sessions continue, him helping you boost your grades as you two grow closer. He's become quiet fond of you, hanging out with you more regularly. Actually, a lot of your friends insist he has a crush on you, but that'd be dumb, right? So what he calls you doll and sweetie and a good girl and let's you sit on his lap to study, and brings you extra snacks and is always fixing your hair? And hangs around with you like your body guard? He's just sweet!

♡ But the more you think about it... you wouldn't mind if he did have a crush on you. His voice is so deep and nice, and you've seen him walk back to his dorm from working out at the gym. Underneath his usual sweaters and slacks was he was built. Just thinking about his muscles and the hair all over his body made you dizzy. And it didn't help that he had the prettiest eyes you've ever seen. Sometimes you got so distracted you couldn't focus on what he said while you studied or ate in the dining hall with him...

♥︎ Was it embarrassing and a little wrong that you couldn't help but get jealous of girls who flirted with him and touch yourself and hump your pillow at night, imagining yourself on his lap, his hands leaving bruises on your hips as he bounced you on his fat pretty cock? Yeah, but you couldn't help it. Charlie was hot, like, super hot. He was quiet and reserved and a bit strange,but you liked him a lot.

♡ Neither of you realize how badly you want the other, until one Friday night, when neither of you feel like studying. He suggest you watch a movie instead, and you agree, offering your bed to watch it on together. You find some random flick on your laptop and turn off the big light, turning your LED strip lights on instead, the room now lit by a pretty red hue. You moved aside your stuffies to give him room, and soon. You're watching a movie together.

♥︎ His hand slides up your thigh and up your skirt, and before you know it you're making out with him, and then your clothes are off, and you're gagging on his fingers as he makes your eyes roll back as you drooled and whined.

♥︎ From then on you're his, and he comes up with pretty unusual study methods for you two: sitting you on his lap and spanking your clit when you got a question wrong, reading your textbook from another class to you while you sat under his desk with his dick in your mouth and his hand in your hair.

♥︎You'd give him kisses when he got As and Bs as usual, and pumped his cock slow and sweet with your pretty manicured hand as he did his homework. Good grades on test for either of you meant you'd get fucked senseless and cuddled and kissed afterwards. You'd lay his head against your chest, playing with his hair while he played with your breasts.

♡ You sure as hell weren't the most conventional couple, but one thing was for sure... you two made the most perfect study partners.

#im sorry all of my thoughts about him are weird rn #charlie dempsey #charlie dempsey x reader #charlie dempsey smut #charlie dempsey imagine

[freeingalexandra]

Vent post about my awkward night

So so fucking frustrating being "othered" by people or glared at like I'm some freak. Went out last night to an erotic art festival and people just kept treating me like I was tweaking or being weird all night. I was literally just looking at the art and watching the performances. I went in my typical alternative outfit and makeup like in my pizza raid post. I got some hot glances and compliments that I enjoyed, but when I talked to people it was like I was a feral animal being observed. Plenty of people were wearing full fetish gear or mostly to actually nude. So I just don't understand why people acted that way around me. I wandered around a bit looking for my friends' friend group but couldn't find anyone so I meandered until my friends got there. When they did we had an awkward conversation where they couldn't understand me for some reason? I shrugged it off and suggested we look at art and they looked at me like I was strange for suggesting that? We walked like 10 feet as I lead them to an exhibit that I thought was so so cool and my friend runs into some other friends. I was walking a bit ahead so I ended up flanking my friend's other friends. I gently waved at them and all 4 of them glared at me and quickly turned away like I offended them in some way? They barely talked to eachother before all going quiet and glaring at me. I waved at them again, and quickly pointed towards my friend to say that I'm just standing there waiting for them so we can walk around. A couple indiscernible words in my direction and they walked off. Like what the fuck did I do to deserve that? We walked over so I could show my friends the art and they started getting fidgety and strange. I tried to talk to them about the art and we briefly talked about it. Then they mentioned that they're hiding a flask that they didn't want to carry anymore (they literally just got there minutes ago lol). So they both walk off so I resigned myself to buy a drink to calm my nerves, because it must just've been me. I waited in a line that barely moved at all while the others got serviced rapidly. I didn't mind because it gave me time to breathe. But, as I was watching a rope show from a distance, this lady behind me in line was HARDCORE staring at me unflinchingly. I tried to ignore it but after like 5 minutes I looked down to confirm if she really was staring directly at me and, yup, our eyes met for a second and she didn't move her glance at all for another handful of minutes. Just fully, unashamedly staring.

When I got near the front of the line this guy from the line over started having a long conversation with the bartender serving our line and holy shit it was annoying. Our line was barely moving and here's this guy just fully distracting the 70 year old bartender (not hyperbole). I finally got to the guy and asked him for one of the night's specialty drinks. The bartender said "Okay", turns to the side, and says nothing but just stands there. I was a little confused but I just surfed my phone and wait. After a few minutes I politely asked if he's making the drink and he said something indiscernible, so I glanced over to the bartender he was facing and she mean mugs me, like what? Why? No wonder the line wasn't moving this guy wasn't a real bartender he must've just been filling in and fucking around. But why did I get mean mugged for just asking if he was making my drink while he was JUST STANDING THERE!?

While in line I got a text message to join my friends to watch the rope show so I make my way there but everyone in the exhibit is there so I can't find them. Lo and behold my friends shoved their way to the very front so how the fuck was I supposed to join them? I was so pissed off I decided to just enjoy myself and experience the art on my own and it was wonderful. However after 2 Very small sips of my drink I felt the alcohol heavily. Considering I hadn't eaten in 2 days it only makes sense so I Severely slowed down and did not get "drunk". I received some alluring glances and gave some myself. Very quick looks, maybe a couple seconds because some people were very very attractive. But I never, ever lingered and I kept to myself enjoying the art as I went.

At one point one of our mutual friends showed up, so I attempted to wave and just make a Very quick hello. And god was it so fun and affirming to be fully ignored like I was a stranger or a person they hated enough to be outwardly hostile to. I've only ever been nice to this person, including cuddling and making out consensually. But I guess I'm the freak.

I do not feel like I deserved in any way to be leered at like I did the entirety of last night and I'm so frustrated and upset about it.

#vent #dont read this or whatever #do not reblog or I'll block you

[wildissylupus]

A bit of a voice of mediation. Hello, I am an anon bystander, watching this whole thing happen, and I'd just like to say to every theorist out there,

That it's okay.

It's okay to argue and counter point these topics and lore, as long as you know that in the long run that both sides just want the truth, and you're willing to fight for it with every scrap of evidence you have. As long as you mean no harm towards the other person, which I doubt you want to do intentionally. I understand that people are bound to get heated over something they're passionate about. That's admirable in it's own way.

This whole soldier ordeal made me think of Ace Attorney, which is an anime I think everyone should watch. It gives a great perspective on debates and theories. Remember theorists, even though we fight for the truth, sometimes battles are bound to get bloody. Remember that we are a community as a whole, of analysts who strive to understand a point. In the end, we stand together, even if the debate temporarily drives us apart.

As Miles Edgeworth once said (I think):

"Our job is to find truth, no matter how painful it may be."

I couldn't agree more!! I've stated before that I love having discussions and debates on this kind of thing and though I might come off as hostile (which I apologies for, I never mean to be hostile but I understand it can come off that way in text), I am always open to having discussions on these topics, and even though I might not agree with some theories it's always basic human decency to respect them. Whenever I say I disagree with a person, unless they are actually being intentionally harmful, I will never direct any personal ill will towards them.

I've mentioned this in passing but I want to bring it up again because I think it fits here. I have gotten a hate ask about one of my headcanon's before, I deleted it because I want to have discussions, not arguments. Whenever you see me interact with any kind of discord through an ask it's because I read that ask as actually wanting to start a conversation. My account is something I use to just... have fun. I love analyzing characters, storylines, tropes and cliques, and I know that getting into topics like that leads to differing opinions.

I would be lying if I said that my analysis's aren't influenced by my opinions. I try to remain neutral when it comes to characters I love and characters I love to hate, but I am human. That being said I am also influenced by other people's takes and the research I do for other people analysis.

Like with Ramattra, Wrecking Ball and Doomfist, initally they were characters I wasn't invested in, but then I started doing more resarch for other characters associated with them and got some more insight into their characters. Which as a result has gotten me invested in them.

People are constantly changing, opinions and debates often are altered with those changes.

Again the only time I will ever become hostile is when it's geninly something that perpetuates harm, and usually I will leave that isolated to my own page. Even then I'm going to have people who disagree and that's fine. As long as your not just insults, as long as your being a decent person and genuinely want to start a discussion then I will happily engage.

To any other theorists of analyzers out there, especially the ones that follow me, you don't have to agree with everything I say. We are all human and all have our own opinions. Hell, the reason I started posting Overwatch content on this account is because I disagreed with how Cassidy is characterized by the fandom!

Like this anon here said "even though we fight for the truth, sometimes battles are bound to get bloody."

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #analysis

[anfeycare]

hello! welcome to my blog!

i'm Anfey Care, a queer non-binary artist and writer! i go by gender neutral words ("they/them" — "elu/ê/-e" in portuguese)

i enjoy art and science. i love specially Undertale, Adventure Time, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Omori, The Owl House and Utena. i'm brazilian, too. by the way, if you're brazilian, you're welcome to follow me if you enjoy:

art, pixel art, animation;

books, comics, mangas;

cuteness, horror, comedy;

games, music;

indie, alternative things;

queer, LGBT+, gay stuff;

shows, cartoons, animes;

thought-provoking stuff;

nerdy things in general.

if you're not brazilian, but you enjoy these, you can follow me, too. that's why i'm speaking english — it's to let you understand me

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💙 main social medias and links: ✨ here ✨

💙✨ about me: ✨

i'm an introverted, shy, and usually asocial person. somewhat antisocial too, sometimes can be completely silent and spend weeks alone when too overwhelmed from socialization. (INFP and pisces, but i don't take these seriously, although i can relate)

completely atheist. i don't mind religion, even if i might take it as stories and thoughts, but i just don't mind as long as it isn't fanatic christian stuff — i was raised around these people and it got me very tired of those things.

i'm in psychology college (i got a full scholarship), but i made a game development technical course along with high school (public education, got in through an entrance exam, was in first place on the classified candidates list), and am often studying things on my own, like languages. i draw, illustrate, research, write, can animate, design and code, and also make pixel art — sometimes i try making music, photographing and cosplaying. i'm on my way to be an indie game dev (plus a psychologist), but i'm mainly an artist and writer

as for how i identify as LGBT+, i'm queer as in all pan aspec atraction-wise. gender-wise, i identify as pangender, which in my case includes agender, genderqueer, and cassgender; this means i'm trans and non-binary. i usually put it all in short by just saying i'm queer and non-binary, but i don't shy away from saying i'm just gay (as in i'm definitely not straight)

i could be considered legally blind, as i can't see anything a few inches away from my face without glasses (8 degrees in each lens, but i've been needing a new prescription for some years... couldn't afford it yet). i suspect i might be neurodivergent (ADHD and autistic, mainly), and have lots of symptoms of depression, anxiety, some of ASPD and C-PTSD, but also can't afford to look into those. (yep, really ironic how i'm studying psychology before being able to go see a psychologist-)

i know spanish and french, besides portuguese and english. i don't have a lot of practice with those other two languages, but I can understand them well (speaking portuguese helps, heh). i still want to learn more languages — for now, i'm also studying japanese, LIBRAS and ASL from time to time

i aim for diversity, inclusivity and equity, specially for my games. that's a reason why i study a lot, and that's also why i want to make most of my creations available for free. and that's why i encourage you to give me support if you want, as it helps it all to be free of charge, and can give you a custom art or some cool extra content for a low tip (i can also think of opening a shop with prints and stickers to help it all, if you ever get the interest)

i'm a fan of:

Undertale;

The Owl House;

Good Omens;

Omori;

Revolutionary Girl Utena;

The Picture of Dorian Gray;

Deltarune;

Dracula;

Adventure Time;

She-ra and the Princesses of Power;

My Little Pony;

Sonic;

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared;

Welcome Home;

Puella Magi Madoka Magica;

and Dead Plate.

i also play RPG, like D&D, besides liking the RPG video games genre itself. as you see, i'm all over the place — i'm not completely organized and i allow myself to let some things be messy (like tags)

i like lots of things! and, though i enjoy horror, i don't make much art of this kind. plus, i create original stories, art, and characters of my own, like Safey — they're my mascot persona, and they're the fox creature on the pixel art by the start of this blog post. i have a bunch of projects i develop on my own, including ideas of comics and games! and sometimes i write poems, generally in portuguese, but i mix languages and write in english at times

i usually make cute things! whenever i happen to make something scary or with sensitive topics, i let it with the warnings i think it needs. rarely allude to NSFW — it can be there as subtext if i ever include anything like that at all, but i do enjoy artistic nude art, i do like philosophically/sociologically/literarily analytical thoughts and texts that could be about/related to sexual topics, and i also do like (well, you know) horror. i take a different approach on my own art that's around these, but you can avoid it if i ever make it due to the warnings, and i hope you will use the opportunity to avoid it if you're sensitive or don't want to see it. overall, specially for other people like me, i want my space to be a safe space

Undertale is my most favorite piece of media, so i'm drawn towards it most of the time. Sans is my favorite in it (sorry, heh). Flowey is also a favorite of mine

nice to meet you, and i hope you will like what i create!

thanks for reading! see ya! ^꒳^ [cute face smiling]

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[felixmoonstar]

Hii, good night everyone, im here once again to show you another bit of my art, i think i may start to post weekly so if you are interested ill probably post again every week in a time between tuesday and friday, cant say with precision as i have some art blocks sometimes like everybody, but anyways, ill leave a song that i think that matches my text, explain why i choosed that specific song and also leave my inspirations, also as always im open to constructive criticism, so, enjoy^^

The Limbo forest.

I woke up in the middle of the forest in the dark, a limbo so deep that the only reason I could know I was in a forest was the branches hitting my face, as neither the sun, moon, nor star was visible in this pitch black. Just darkness and constant slaps from the branches, other than that, I couldn't know anything else close to me. At first, I was terrified by the lack of vision, the fear of the unknown, of what would happen soon, fear of not knowing, but after a few hours without having an idea of ​​what was happening, I ended up getting used to it and my anxiety decreased considerably. Before I could calm down, I walked the whole time, getting slapped by branches, getting scared by the noises I made when I stepped on fallen branches that I couldn't see, falling head-on into several trees, and all kinds of general things that I couldn't see. could happen if I was in a dark room, there was just one problem: unlike a room, I wouldn't just have to worry about pieces of lego or banging my finger on the corner of a table, here I was constantly taken by my surroundings, which in addition to increasing my anxiety and pain, it also increased my hatred for this place and my miserable condition, so after a few hours of emotions dominating my mind, rationality returned and I started to ask myself "if I'm in a forest, where are the animals ? Is this place so shit that no animal has managed to adapt to it? ... the biggest problem seems to be the lack of light, but many animals can see in the dark..." then I looked at the sky again, and to surprise of anyone, there wasn't even a celestial body in the sky yet, and I only realized that now. *just now. In addition to being naturally desperate, I was even more confused for not having realized this before, and I wondered what else I was missing. Thinking about losses, I started thinking about what I was missing by being here, precious time with friends? A meal? A robbery? I would never know, and I didn't even want to think about it much to preserve my remaining mental health. After reflecting for a few hours sitting and crying, I started to recover myself and started walking again, and to my surprise, I found what I assumed was an exit, a distant remnant of light, so I didn't waste any time and simply ran in that direction, to my happiness and surprise, in fact it was the world that I knew, the sun was in the sky and I didn't understand how this was possible, but I didn't even try to find out why, not for now at least, I just reflected on what could be found in that "forest" in which I found it.

So, first of, i choose "introduction to the snow" as the best music for that piece of writting because one, i love Tally Hall and miracle musical is bassicaly a Tally Hall spin off, and second, i thought it gave a nice feeling of not knowing about where you are, and i feel a strange when listening to this music, i love this music but it give me a weird feeling in a good way, plus, "alone at the edge of the universe" Is bassically what i wanted to describe when writting this.

Now, what was my inspiration? When writting this, i was feeling completly hopeless and that was like a vent to me, so whats writted is how i was feeling at the moment, i enjoy putting my emotions in my writting, then feeling overwhelmed is for me, something that makes the process way easier.

Long story short, thats one of part of my art, one that im really proud about and that like all my other art, is full of myself in it.

#reading #spilled ink #art #my writing #writing #writeblr #dark aesthetic #literature #begginerartist #Spotify