#and “always deserved to be harrassed”

[mewglitch]

reminder that because some people dont post about the war doesn't mean they're for it

maybe they don't want to keep up because of their mental health

maybe they're doing something more offline, and dont want to see it

maybe they don't want to have people that know them and could see those posts in support of palestine and ruin them

you don't know

#shit mew says #pro palestine #this is a response to a post saying if someone doesn't use their platform to promote pro palestine they were “just as bad as zionists” #and “always deserved to be harrassed” #ok then you're clearly pro trump and pro russia because you haven't posted about it get harrassed bozo #some people need to escape! and i constantly see people just post about it with no trigger warnings either #i have to block the words because it's that traumatizing #anyway dont ask me any further about this

[saturnniidae]

Now why the fuck did someone on tiktok try to tell me Hiccup isn't trans, he is and I quote, "Just a straight twink". ????? Sorry bro those words don't work in that order. Please stop throwing around terms you have no grasp on the meaning of

#posted a video abt trans hiccup and accidentally attracted botj sides of the fandom #little cockroaches acting like headcanons are the end of the world one guy kept trying to say that its insulting #how this always happens to (presumably) straight white male characters and kept repeating that while trying to claim #he had notning against trans people #i got called a monkey by someone i was trying to explain the concept of hrt to. like this mf rlly went to my bio to find smth to harrass me #with i got a super fan 😭 #anyways i love my tiktok mutuals and the ppl sharing their trans hcs are gery sweet and the only reason comments r still on #opening tiktok = getting sent onto the battlefield unarmed #the ppl arguing w transphobes deserve awarde theyre like my loyal soldiers defending my honor #trans headcanon #httyd #httyd shitpost #trans hiccup #hiccup haddock #moth.txt

[noturmuse]

So many men think they’re owed a woman’s time, attention, intimacy, etc and it has brought on so much violence that women have had to undergo

#if u haven’t heard there’s this man or various men who go around randomly punching women on the streets of nyc #this isn’t news per se bc it’s happened in the past #but several women have gone on social media to talk about their experiences #violence against women has always existed in our society #and nothing concrete or substantial has been done to teach men to treat women with respect #also the increased growth of the incel movement or however u want to call it plays a huge role in this violence #and those who are part of that movement view hyper-sexual women as less than or as sl*ts #or women who date frequently or have casual s*x in the same group as being deserving of that violence #there’s also boy group chats and ya know guys who have lots of male friends #they sort of get comfortable with sharing misogynistic jokes and comments #and this is why some men don’t bother stepping in when a woman is being harrassed on the street #cuz they subconsciously think she deserves it cuz she must sleep around right? #wrong; all women are deserving of respect regardless of who they are and what they do with their time #teach your sons and brothers and friends and students to show respect towards everyone but especially women bc we do live in a patriarchal- #society that is gradually taking away women’s rights #and the majority of women don’t feel safe the moment they leave their homes #thoughts

[crispycreambacon]

The Space Belongs to the Ace

Happy International Asexuality Day! I thought I'd make a tribute not only to all my fellow aces out there but also to space. To me, my asexuality is, on some level, connected to outer space, and I know I'm not the only one who feels this way.

If you don't know what I mean by that, let me tell you why.

Space has always meant a lot of me as a kid long before I discovered my asexuality. It is defined as a near-perfect vacuum. Outside of celestial bodies, there is almost nothing out there. No air. No other signs of life as far as we are concerned.

Yet if you look beyond, you can discover something beautiful... You can discover stars that have been here for over a millenia. You can discover spirals that are expanding and will continue to expand. You can discover colours and shapes that can captivate you or even comfort you, telling you that everything will be okay.

That's how I felt when I was finally able to label my experiences. That same wonder astronauts feel when they make a new discovery about space? It is the same wonder I felt when I first heard the term "asexual".

Now there are people who are pushing us out of the LGBT+ community. Even after we built our own as they insisted, people still harrass us for "not being oppressed enough" or for "making up a sexuality" or even "endangering the kids by confusing them with something unnatural".

It's 2024. We can't keep pushing away our fellow members when the world is already pushing us away from society. Exclusionism has only ever served to tear us apart while the people who want to hurt us sit back and let us do the work for them. We can't keep doing this. We deserve to have our space.

We belong here too.

#international asexuality day #asexuality day #ace #asexual #asexuality #the space belongs to the ace #lgbt #lgbtqia #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #chris p fried art

[talisidekick]

This blog is not participating in the Tumblr "Blackout"

Why? It's the start of Disability Pride month. Much of the systems in society are deliberately hostile to disabled folk, even the ones that are supposed to "help" them. Pride last month around the world held events that weren't accessible for disabled queers. These people are routinely cut out from society, assaulted, harrassed, and treated less than second class. People will physically move people in wheelchairs out of their way, cut them off, and stand in front of them as they try to move. They're shamed, insulted, laughed at, and mocked.

I know many are upset about Tumblrs recent changes, but if you truly want to help increase the accessibility of this site, especially for the sight or hearing impared or those who need to use third party applications to help them navigate the site, then a blackout isn't the way to do it. What you can do is add disability tags to your liked tags, or search up disability tags and see what disabled folk are saying they need from the site and either pay to blaze or come together as a community to amplify their voices and drown out ableists that constantly put them down. Disabled people face unique bigotry and deserve to have their needs blasted to the crowd and actions taken by abled folk to help them in the way they ask to be helped. One of the biggest issues I commonly see is abled folk assuming they know whats best for someone with a disability. If you're not disabled in the way someone else is, never assume you know what their needs are; always ask and listen closely.

This is a link to the proposed blackout and further reasons at the bottom why you shouldn't join this attempt, largely because Tumblr is set up in such a way that a blackout would do nothing but silence disabled voices:

Do not join the blackout. Go support disabled folk instead. Sit down and listen to them. They've a lot to be angry about, and it's damn time people listened.

#disability pride #disability pride month #disability #tumblr #tumblr blackout #neurodivergent #physically disabled #talisidekick #talisidekick things

[canonically47]

social media headcanons for tdi gen 4 :3

nichelle: has instagram, twitter and tiktok. has a massive following which only slightly decreased after her hollywood fail. she posts pictures of herself and her friends on set or out in the city, and her story is always photos of herself with a song in the background or some important cause. she actually cares about those causes and boosts them as much as she can.

julia: has instagram, twitter and tiktok. tells people to kill themselves uncensored which has caused her to have her accounts banned so many times that she has lost every follower. somehow the super fans of total drama still found her current account and she is bathing in the attention she is receiving. whether it’s love or hate, she likes every comment, and insults haters.

bowie: has instagram, twitter and tiktok. he has a lot of followers due to being the first openly gay contestant, and also a lot of haters for that exact reason, whom he cusses out daily, and so do his fans. some argue he’s toxic; others may say he just doesn’t take anyone’s shit.

MK: has instagram, twitter, tiktok, reddit and tumblr. she uses anonymous or small accounts that never link back to her personally. nobody has found her accounts and it is driving them crazy. doxxes people.

zee: has instagram, tumblr and pinterest. he just posts pictures of himself or of nature that he’s taken. sometimes he gets on instagram live high out of his mind and rambles about the meaning of mankind’s existence for three hours, then it’s radio silence from him for months. he also likes a lot of posts that talk about how confusing gender is, which has led some fans to believe he may not be very cisgender. when asked “Hey Zee, sorry if this is too invasive but are you a boy or are you under the trans umbrella?”, he replied “idk i may be under the umbrella when it rains too hard haha”.

caleb: has instagram, twitter and tiktok. very active on social media and has a large following. he posts motivational gym videos and gets a lot of ‘sigma alpha males’ in his comments, which he deletes and blocks. he likes a lot of cute animal videos, especially cat ones. his most viral video is him with his four kittens and their baby mama.

ripper: has instagram and twitter. used to have reddit but deleted it after getting together with axel. he used to have a large following of mysoginistic boys but he’s deleted his accounts and created new ones to start fresh and try to he more mindful of what he posts. you could say axel has helped his mindset in a lot of ways.

axel: has instagram and twitter. posts pictures of her cats or of her and ripper. she follows some of the previous contestants, including duncan, leshawna, gwen, brick, jo, shawn and jasmine. also posts workout videos and has a lot of incels but also thirsty girls in her comments. people often harrass her or ripper upon finding out they are together because “he doesn’t deserve her” or “she can do better”.

chase: has youtube, instagram, twitter and reddit. fucking insufferable. follows every previous total drama contestant. obnoxious content. lots of hate. videos are made on him and they are not good. hope he dies.

emma: doesn’t have social media; took a break from it and deleted all her accounts after chase’s incel following found her and harrassed her because she left him.

priya: doesn’t have social media. she just watches training videos on youtube.

millie: doesn’t have social media because “it greatly affects her generation” and she is “better than that”.

damien: doesn’t have social media and is chronically offline. nichelle once asked him what he thinks about some tiktok drama and he asked, genuinely confused, what tiktok is. begs people at school to tell him what ‘rizz’, ‘sigma’ and all other slang means, rarely gets an answer and, when he does, it just confuses him more.

scary girl: doesn’t have social media accounts. she uses socials to stalk people, though. if anyone challenges her she appears in their nightmares that night. chase has made a video on her being some demon. even his haters agreed with him.

wayne: has instagram. posts pictures and videos about hockey or including him and his friends. his pfp is him and raj at one of their games. he replies to almost every fan that has found his account.

raj: has instagram. his private account deeply saddens and annoys his fans. he posts the same things wayne posts and puts a lot of pride stuff on his story.

#total drama #total drama island #total drama 2023 #total drama reboot #total drama island 2023 #total drama island reboot #td bowie #td raj #td wayne #td zee #td damien #td ripper #td caleb #td scary girl #td priya #td millie #td emma #td nichelle #td axel #td julia #td mk #td chase #forgot him whoops

[sirdindjarin]

Hell of a View - Rooster x Reader (Nickname Ginger)

This fic is the result of being unbelievably down bad for Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw.

DISCLAIMER: This is only my second finished fanfic, and the first one I've ever published.

Title inspired by Hell of a View - Eric Church and credit goes to @patheticallydimwiiitted for the song rec/bonkin'-in-the-Bronco suggestion.

Don't copy my shit, plz. Not that it's amazing but like, honor code, guys.

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT (more like sweet smut though), fluff, sexual harrassment/assault references, blood, Rooster punches a douchebag.

WORD COUNT: 5,750

Your skirt flares as you turn to grab the dirty glasses from the bar. As you spin, you feel the breeze from the front door opening. A tall, dark-haired man is walking in toward the bar. 

“What can I get you?” You ask, immediately regretting having spoken as you recognize the man.

“Well, hello, Ginger. Look at you still serving us boys- I figured you’d have been snapped up by now.” He taunts, a hungry look in his eyes at his recognition of you. You’re incensed to hear your favorite nickname come from that mouth once more. It had been given to you by some regular bar patrons after a particularly unfortunate box dye incident, and this man did not deserve to speak it.

Your heart stutters for a second, and anxiety rises in your throat. After three years, the man who harassed you has returned from deployment. You hate confrontation, especially at work. It’s not the best character flaw to have when you work in a Navy bar, but it’s you. 

“You were banned, Jekyll. You’ve been banned for a while now.” It’s said quietly, but you hope it’s forceful enough. In your peripheral vision you see a man’s head turn sharply at your words. He’s behind Jekyll to the left, seated at the piano, yet no longer tinkling random keys. The bar was relatively empty for a Thursday night and the same few songs kept being selected by one blonde man playing pool with a few buddies. Some 70s rock song was whining from the jukebox.

“That’s the thing - it has been a while. I’m not the same,” he insists. “Anyway, someone told me this place lifts bans after a year.” 

“Listen, I don’t know who told you that but they were wrong.” 

The brunette man steps closer to the bar. “I’m sure Penny wouldn’t mind me being here for just one visit. I don’t think you truly mind, either.” His smile is leering. He’s trying to unnerve you. Unfortunately, it’s working. Your mind tumbles back to the feel of his rough hands grabbing your ass like he was trying to leave bruises, his gin-scented words whispered in your face as he pressed you into the wall behind the bar that night. He had taken and dropped the trash bag you’d been holding (“This is no job for a pretty girl”) and held your hands above your head. Once your mind had unfrozen, you managed to knee him and dash inside. He had been after you for weeks at that point. Penny banned him immediately. For good.

“I do mind. You need to go.” You say a little firmer. The glass in your hand is shaking from the memory. The left window behind Jekyll darkens as the silhouette of a man rises. 

“C’mon, swee-” Jekyll starts to say. A hand lands on his right shoulder.

“She said get out, man,” the auburn-haired pianist states. He briefly scratches the corner of his mustache with his other hand - as if he couldn’t be more relaxed. 

Jekyll spins. “What the fuck? Lieutenant Bradshaw?” He laughs, seemingly genuinely pleased to see the man, “Hey, man, how ya doin’?” Then his tone shifts to one a little more antagonizing, “You ain’t been in town for years- you really think you have a say in this, ol’ Rooster boy?”

“Nope. She does, though.” Rooster is so calm, it starts to soothe you, too. You recognize the man who always thanked you after every drink with a “ma’am” despite telling him multiple times to call you ‘Ginger.’ Sometimes when you’d hand him his drink your fingers would touch. He was always warm. Always laughing, singing with anyone. You’d had a serious crush on him since you first saw him. Now, the scars on his neck and chin are illuminated by the sun’s reflection on the bar. His eyes are hard.

“You’re leaving.” You affirm to the other man with the most confidence you’ve felt yet. You set the glass down and begin to walk around the bar. 

“You’re being ridiculous. You’re kicking me out because, what, I fuckin’ complimented you years ago?” He scoffs.

Your steps falter for a second at his callous disregard of his own actions, but you reach the front door and throw it open. Rooster’s eyes look up from your feet and you make eye contact - he had noticed. For a second, you feel self-conscious under his gaze.

Jekyll snaps you out of it. “You’re not even giving me a chance. What a bitch. Stuck up cun-” He doesn’t get to finish the vitriol as his jaw is snapped sideways by the punch. Teeth clack together and a grunt issues forth. Rooster shakes his right hand out once. His lip is curled in a snarl; his eyes flash at the other pilot. You feel your mouth drop open in shock.

Jekyll stumbles - away from Rooster and, unfortunately, toward you - and nearly falls before righting himself. He’s far too close now. 

“What the fuck, man!” He shouts. The entire bar is silent. “I said, what the fuck, Bradshaw?” 

No one says anything. You’re frozen once again as Jekyll looms a couple feet from you. At least you had the benefit of the bar before. Nothing separates you from the anger of the man who now towers over you. His head jerks to you. You’re the easier target.

“This is your fault,” he snatches at your arm, but Rooster is there. He shoves the angry man out the door.

“You know the rules,” Lieutenant Bradshaw laughs roughly, “‘No disrespecting a lady.' C’mon, let’s go, dickhead.” He isn’t suggesting Jekyll go outside alone; it’s a challenge. Rooster stalks out the door after the man into golden-hour light. Your mind spins as you can only watch. The image of Rooster Bradshaw, Hawaiian shirt askew, his knuckles bloody, his hair aflame with the sun, stuns you briefly - and it's a hell of a view.

“You can’t just fucking grab her, and you won’t touch her again. You won’t come back,” Lieutenant Bradshaw orders. “Are you clear on that, Jekyll? I can make it clearer.”

“You’re a fuckin’ pussy. You’re gonna take her side? You’ve known me since A School, man. All this over a four?” Jekyll shouts, insulting you again. 

Rooster takes three powerful strides until he’s in Jekyll’s face but he says nothing. Jekyll’s jaw visibly clenches as if deciding something. 

He makes the decision. 

His left fist slams into Rooster’s stomach; but Rooster was prepared for a low blow, so he hardly bends forward at the pain. However, Jekyll’s right fist lands on the side of Lieutenant Bradshaw’s face, and Rooster staggers sideways two steps. Both men are six-foot-nothing and well-built, but Bradshaw has a stronger emotion than anger on his side. His left hand grabs Jekyll’s shoulder and his right slams into the center of the smaller man’s face once, twice. Jekyll stumbles away again, falling this time to his knees, but he staggers to his feet quicker than you like. His eyes are livid, his mouth and nose full of blood.

Rooster stares him down, a drop of his own blood on the left side of his mouth. His hands are balled and he breathes heavily in anger, facing the sunset. 

“I do not understand your problem here, man,” the banned pilot shouts.

“You don’t need to,” Rooster answers. “You just need to fucking leave.” Rooster straightens his tall frame, and repositions himself so that he’s blocking the entrance to the bar. 

“Know when you're beat, man,” he warns as Jekyll starts toward him, but then a man pushes brushes past you, then another, then a third. The other Hard Deck patrons have seen enough and two of them pull Jekyll away. One man stands in front of the Lieutenant, defusing. Rooster nods once, then deadpans: “Hilarious coming from you, Hangman.” He then turns around to face the building - and you. 

His eyes meet yours, and you’re sure you look terrified. Fights aren’t totally uncommon at the Hard Deck, but fights in which you’re the topic of debate certainly are. Could you lose your job for not stopping the fight? No, surely not. Would Lieutenant Bradshaw get in trouble? Probably, the Navy didn’t appreciate fights between servicemen. It was nice of Rooster to kick Jekyll out, but to continue the fight? How could he have taken that so personally? 

“I’m sorry about that,” you apologize as he nears you, though you did nothing wrong. “I- I never expected him to come back here.”

“‘s’not your fault he’s a fuckin’ dick.” He smirks, his mustache quirking up at the corner. He works his jaw around, testing to see if it was truly damaged. His sweat glistens on his forehead, across the small bit of chest visible in the brilliant light; the veins in his neck are pulsing. You notice his Hawaiian shirt is skill askew and the white undershirt has taken a drop of blood from his mouth. 

“Let me help,” you hear yourself say; your stomach knots. The adrenaline is wearing off and you’re worried about what to say to the intimidatingly beautiful man who just took two punches - For me? You wonder. You start walking into the rear of the Hard Deck. His slow, sure footsteps echo behind you as you step into the cleaning closet and grab a first aid kit. Then into the kitchen for some ice. When you reutrn, he’s seated at a table in the corner. He’s facing you and he looks oddly satisfied, you think. A strangled giggle leaves your mouth at the absurdity of the situation. 

“What?” He asks. “You alright?” When you don’t reply, he continues, “That bastard owes the whole bar a round, but I think he owes you a lot more, honey.”  

You smile softly at the concern, but your heart thuds with his use of the pet name. “Yeah, no, I’m fine.” You debate telling him why Jekyll upset you so easily. You want to open up to him, to explain why you were so shaken when that asshole walked into the Hard Deck. Plus, why should you be ashamed of what Jekyll did all those years ago? That was on him, not you. So, you tell him the short version. 

“A few years ago, he tried to- well, he grabbed- he kind of- touched me.” You finish lamely, partially second-guessing your decision to tell him such an uncomfortable thing.

He’s silent for a moment, his jaw clenching. “Son of a bitch,” he mutters. The veins in his tanned neck are visible again and your mouth is dry. “If I’d known that I’d’ve kept goin’,” he snorts. 

“No, I’m really grateful for your help, but I’m glad you weren’t more seriously hurt,” you say, staring at the small cut on his cheekbone. It ran parallel to one of his other scars. How had he gotten those? The one on his neck looked downright inviting. You shamelessly let your eyes drink him in.

“Mmm, you don’t think I could’ve taken him?” He teases, examining his hand.

“Oh,” you breathe, “I think you could take just about anything.” You weren’t just thinking about fighting anymore, and it resonated in your voice. You bite your lip to prevent further embarrassment spilling from you.

Rooster hears the want in your voice. He's been waiting to hear it. His hooded eyes look up at you through dark lashes and he challenges, “You think you could take anything?” His voice is husky, suggestive.

He lifts up his right hand and you wildly think for a moment he’s going to grab your waist, but then you realize it’s for the bandage you’re holding. You take his hand in your own and carefully wrap the bloodied knuckles with gauze, remembering the times you’d accidentally touched his fingers. You had been right, he was warm. Being close enough to touch him, you smell the sea salt and sweat on him. It shouldn’t be as pleasing as it is. You can feel his eyes on your face, though you keep your own on the gauze. You’re working slowly because you don’t want the moment to end, and you’re afraid of what happens when it does. Your hands tremble, but his are steady. Then, inevitably, you tie the gauze. Your eyes flick up to meet his.

His pupils are blown, the deep honey color of his irises ringing the space you’re falling into. Your stomach drops, leaving you feeling untethered. His mouth opens, his tongue flicking across his lips to wet them absentmindedly. The movement brushes his mustache briefly and you want to do the very same.

“How long is your shift?” he asks, breaking the silence. His dark eyes commanding your attention.

“I close,” you breathe out ruefully, frowning.

“Aw, well that’s a shame, sweetheart.” He drawls, waiting for another answer.

“I’m off tomorrow?” You’re unsure why you phrase it as a question.

His face cracks into a smile that would break your heart if it didn’t send you soaring instead. “How do you feel about flying?”

“Flying?” You’re taken aback. You’ve not been on an airplane in years; the last trip had you kissing the ground upon arrival, but you’re not totally opposed to the idea - especially if your pilot was the best the Navy had to offer.

“Sure,” he answers, “Mav’s got this two-seater we’ve been working on. I think it’s ready for a go.”

You only know who “Mav” is because Penny’s been flirting with him at the bar for the past month or two. Though you had noticed him watching Rooster play and sing, the connection between the two hadn’t been obvious. 

Not wanting to give in too easily, you tease him, “Hmm, could be fun. But I think it depends.”

His eyebrow quirks, “Depends on what?” The chair creaks under his weight as he sits up straight, ready for your stipulations. He’s so tall that even while sitting he’s eye-level with you. 

“On who will be piloting.”

His jaw drops, his hand goes to his chest in mock-offense. “Wow. Just cut me to my core, huh?” His smirk returns, “Alright, fine, offer revoked.” Your mouth drops open to backpedal but he continues to tease, “How ‘bout a drive then? That safe enough for you, ma’am?”

Though truthfully you absolutely trusted him as a pilot, the image of him in his baby-blue Bronco speeding down PCH, the Hawaiian shirt he’d undoubtedly wear blowing in the breeze, was too appealing. You tilt your chin up and answer in a voice you hope sounds seductive, “I think that’d be acceptable, Lieutenant.”  

What neither of you were expecting was his body’s reaction to your use of his title. His eyebrows shoot upward in surprise, his back stiffens. He attempts to subtly shift his hips in an attempt to adjust himself, but he knows you saw. That godforsaken, smug smile, crowned by that retro mustache, returns as he murmurs, “Looks like you better save that for later, darlin’.” He then stands and you’re nearly touching his chest. He slowly steps around you and asks, “Ginger, be here tomorrow for me?” 

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Since Rooster never specified a time, you show up at the Hard Deck the next day at opening. It’s mid-day and the sun is baking down. You’d take the dry Californian heat over the humidity of the South you grew up in any day. There was a breeze from the ocean which pushed at the bottom of your blue sundress. Sitting down at one of the outside tables, you pull a book from your bag. And if he decided not to come, this wasn’t far from how you’d spend a day off, anyway. 

An hour later, the sun had conquered the shade in which you’d been sitting, so you head inside. Penny is at the bar with Maverick. They smile at you and Penny asks, “So where you guys headed today?”

“I actually have no idea. I don’t even know if he’ll be here for sure.”

“Oh, he’s comin’.” Maverick laughs, smiling fondly.

Smiling in response, you ask, “What makes you so sure, sir?” 

The older man takes a sip of his whiskey and says, “You haven’t noticed? Kid doesn’t take his eyes off you. Most of those piano performances are to get your attention.” He laughs again, shaking his head. “He got that from his daddy.” There’s tenderness in his voice, but you’re unsure why. 

Penny looks at you with a knowing smile on her face - you’d confessed your own crush to her a week ago. It had been a literal confession; she’d caught you paying for his drink without his knowledge. She opens her mouth to say something teasing, but the sound of a vehicle pulling up outside fills the quiet seaside air. Worrying about the teasing the two of you would get if he came inside right now, you smile a goodbye at the couple and rush out the door.

Closing his Bronco door is exactly what you’d pictured the day before: Bradley Bradshaw in a tan Hawaiian shirt and board shorts that show off his long, muscled legs. You’re standing there, hands clasped out of anxiety, as he sees you. His eyes meet yours, but they shamelessly trail down your chest and over your dress. He leans sideways against his truck.  

“Blue’s my favorite color, y’know,” he grins. 

Suddenly you realize you match his truck, and you laugh, “I hope you don’t think I chose the color of my outfit to impress you.” You step a little closer.

“The color is not what’s impressing me,” he blurts, then tries to gloss over it: “You’re ready to go?”

“Yes, sir, I am.” 

It wasn’t an attempt to fluster him, that word was part of your daily vocabulary, but again his cheeks blush and his right hand moves to his waistband, adjusting his bottoms. He clears his throat. You’re confused at his reaction; doesn’t he call you “ma’am” just about every day? He gives you a look you don’t quite get, and he walks around to the passenger door. 

Opening the door for you with his right, he holds out his left forearm for you to grab while you climb up into the car. “Ma’am,” he instructs, proving you were right to be confused. 

Deciding that touching him right now would be in detriment to your own self-control, you grab the handle and hop up in the seat before he can assist. 

He shakes his head and teases, “Independent, huh?” 

“Maybe,” you retort. The door shuts and you watch him as he goes around the hood to his own door. He’s so mesmerizing even just walking. His shoulders roll; he struts. It’s the kind of quiet confidence that strikes you in your core; you’re a little embarrassed as your body responds to something so small. He hasn’t even touched me, you chastise yourself, stop it.

He doesn’t need to jump into the car, his long legs equipped for the job. He turns to you, taking in the sight of you in his passenger seat finally. His mouth quirks into that breathtakingly smug half-smile and you flush with heat. He pops on his dad’s Ray Bans and says, “Alright, baby, let’s go.” 

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“So, where are we going?” You query. The windows are partially down as Rooster rushes along the Pacific Coast Highway. His speed surprises you; you’re not worried about your safety, but you were thinking it would be a lazy drive and it’s clear he’s distracted.

“There’s a hidden spit of beach less than an hour from town - rock piles on both sides. Not a lot of people know about it, and it’s one of my favorite places to think, to breathe.” He answers, glancing at your reaction to the openness of that statement. 

Since he seems willing, you ask him, “What do you go there to think about?” Your head tilts a little, a lock of your long, brown curls rolling into your face. He notices, debating whether or not that kind of touch is too soon. You move the hair away before he decides, so he answers your question instead, his eyes on the road. 

“Whatever is happening,” he chuckles. “There’s always something.” Then he adds, “We’re nearly there.”

Okay, so maybe not that open. You wait for a moment to see if he’ll say more, but he doesn’t. 

You tease, “Ah, well, that’s fascinating. You’re taking me out here to think with you? It’s hard to use that brain without a little help, huh?” 

His head tilts back as he laughs. “Corny. C’mon, you can do better than that.”

“It made you laugh. That was its job.” 

He glances over at you again, this time with a mischievous look. 

“My brain works just fine, thanks. Can’t say much for yours,” he jokes. “Coming out here with a man you barely know? Not very smart, darlin’.” 

You’re torn for a second - obviously, you trust this man with your life, otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting in his truck, but you can’t help but briefly question: was he making fun of your naivety? Your experience with Jekyll? It doesn’t occur to you that he doesn’t know the details enough to poke fun at you. Your brow furrows for a second, unsure how to process the joke. Your silence makes him uncomfortable. The Bronco slows as he turns onto a sandy side road then stops a few hundred yards from the main road. 

His seat squeaks as he turns toward you; Rooster backpedals, “Hey, you can trust me,” his eyes bore into yours, begging. “Shitty joke.” 

His eyes are alight with concern, his eyebrows knit together. Rooster mentally berated himself. He’d been incredibly turned on by your outfit, your teasing - more than he expected to be. The entire drive he had spent vacillating between kissing you or waiting, not wanting to screw this up. He’d meant to come across as flirty, but he’d stuck his foot in his mouth instead. 

“Oh. No, you’re fine,” you realize the simple miscommunication. “I just misconstrued that.” 

“No, I’m sorry. Really shitty joke. That won’t happen again.” He promises, knowing he’ll keep it. He reaches for your hand, truly apologetic. Your core sparks up as his calloused hand takes yours. You watch, stunned by the feeling of him twining and untwining your fingers with his own. Still trying to read your expressions, he waits. 

You look up and the light in your core ignites into a fireball as you recognize the look in his eyes. Instead of speaking your forgiveness aloud, you place your free hand on his cheek, your thumb caressing his scars. His eyes close blissfully; his mustache tickling your palm as he tilts his head into your hand. It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen a man. 

You both let the moment deepen, and his eyes open slowly, pure desire written in them. He leans in further, and you’re frozen in your seat, hand still holding his cheek. His free hand smooths across your cheek and into your hair. He’s so close you can feel his breath, and your lips part to breathe him in. Your other hand fulfills a wish you’ve had for weeks: you touch the side of his neck, and it’s a dangerous move. His pulse is racing, skin heated like the sand outside. Your thumb brushes over his Adam’s apple and he swallows.

Involuntarily, you moan, “Oh,” and he’s done. 

He nearly crushes his pouting lips to yours, parting your lips further, and you let his wide tongue dip into your mouth. It feels so good to let him in; you want nothing more than the feeling of him everywhere. The warmth sparks down into your thighs, your stomach. The hand in your hair pulls you in further, deeper. His kiss becomes desperate. Your left hand cups his jaw while the other drops weakly into your lap. When your lips gap in between kisses, a low sound escapes him, sending another wave of electricity through you. His left hand moves to your throat, feeling the soft skin, and he drinks in the soft moan you make.  

He breaks the kiss and looks down with lidded-eyes, about to ask you if you’re okay, when you smile up at him. His eyes glance down at your lips again and you can’t take it anymore: you push out of your seat and climb onto him. 

Rooster smiles so widely, you almost cry. You kiss him again, deeper, still deeper, as he continues to make those noises that only he could. His mustache tickles and burns in a way you’d never thought you'd love so much. Your thighs enjoy the feeling of his hands, his thick arms holding you up. God, you’re glad you wore a dress. He’s holding you off of his lap, though, he won’t let you feel him, yet. Your hands work to slip his unbuttoned shirt off, but he’d have to drop his hold to do so. The noises you make probably sound desperate but you don’t care. His biceps flex as he breaks the kiss again, this time to see your face as he lowers you onto his tented shorts. 

The sound that leaves your lips is a cry of relief at the friction, unstoppable. His dick is already hard as steel, and though the shorts prevent any further study, you cry out at the feeling against your swollen self. Without any thought, you grind your hips against him slowly. 

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, lips against your cheek. His mustache sends a tingling sensation across your face and neck. Enjoying the feeling of your body as his fingers stroke your exposed thighs, he tilts his head back, which gives you access to his neck. You can’t stop yourself from dropping to lick and kiss him there, biting gently. He goes nearly weak beneath you. You remember your task of removing his shirt, and you all-but rip it off him. His white undershirt, though covering his chest, leaves none of the muscles in his arms to the imagination. You trail your fingers down his shoulder and bicep, momentarily stunned by them. 

He laughs, “You alright, sweetheart?” 

“You’re kinda hotter than me,” you let slip. 

His face falls; he looks hurt. “Are you being serious?” Unsure how to answer that, and upset you might’ve ruined the moment, you grimace. “Holy shit,” he argues, “This isn’t the most intellectual thing I could say because most of the blood is not in my brain right now, but I’m in the Hard Deck almost every day. I love that place, but I don’t need to see it everyday. You, however, I do. I’ve had to - you know - take care of myself more than once after leaving your bar,” he admits. “And shit, that sounds creepy, but I promise, I-” 

You cut him off with a kiss, apologetic that you let that intrusive thought out. Then your hand moves to his shorts. Under your lips, a hitched moan echoes as you unfasten them and slip your hand inside. Your lips part and you look up into his eyes as you feel the sheer size of him. Slowly, your hand strokes along him. His eyes close in pleasure and he mutters, “Fuck.” That word sends your body into a frenzy: you need him. 

“Please,” you whimper. His grip on your hips tightens. Then, remembering, you beg, “Please, Lieutenant.”

His eyes shoot open, utterly black in his lust. His hips swell upward in response.

Again you push him, “Please, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” and you’re rewarded by the feeling of his dick twitching, straining in your hand still inside his shorts.

He takes you into his arms again, lifting you off his lap. You cry out in protest, but he throws open his door. With your legs wrapped around him, and his arms holding your ass, he gets out and walks to the back of his truck. He sets you carefully on the tailgate, stepping back, and you laugh as you realize the truck bed is filled with blankets. 

“This wasn’t exactly my plan, I promise.” His boyish grin devastates your heart. 

“You had a plan?” You ask playfully. You reach for his hand and pull him back to you, unable to stop touching him. His arm snakes around your back and he lays you down slowly, his hot mouth on yours.

Though you can’t see it, somewhere nearby is the shoreline, you hear the crash of the waves and the call of seagulls. The sun beats down, but the breeze from the ocean chases away most of the heat. You’re warmed now by the golden body of the man above you. Rooster’s thigh splits your legs open, his knee edging your legs even further apart. You giggle, and he grins once more. You pull his white tank top over his head, and your heart stops for a moment as the planes of his hard chest, his abdominal muscles are revealed to you. You had no idea he was this ripped.

He laughs at your reaction and whispers, “Your turn, baby.” His hand skates underneath your dress, up your thigh, savoring your expressions at the feeling. Then he reaches your hip, and his eyes go wide as his hand finds no cloth to remove. 

“I had a plan,” you tease. As you speak, your hands push his waistband down. “One I’ve been thinking of every single day since you walked into the bar. I wanted you so badly, Lieutenant.”

His shorts now below his ass, you start to take him into your hands again but he thrusts against you. His biceps frame your head as he ruts along you, and the cry you make dies with the breeze. His moaning mouth goes to your neck, leaving marks from both lips and teeth. He’s almost feral with want. He sloppily kisses the hollow of your throat, then down across to the neckline of your dress. 

“Need this gone,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” you start to obey, but before you can even touch the material, his arms flex as he tears your thin dress in two.

You gasp in pleasure as his tongue makes its way through the valley between your breasts, his mustache sweeping. The two of you are totally bare to each other, and you’d have it no other way. He thrusts against you again, leaving you gasping. His tongue enters your mouth with an aggressiveness you can’t help but wilt beneath. The feeling is sensational combined with the contact of his skin on your own; like you’re opening every part of yourself to him. But you know that’s not fully true yet, so you hook your calves around his thighs. Your arms cling around his neck, and you hear yourself moan, “Bradley, please.” 

“I’ll give it to you, sweetheart.” He tilts his head back to look into your eyes. “I need you to look at me, okay?” You see the admiration and the lust filling them as you feel him push into you. The moans from both of you mingle in the salty air. The feeling of him inside you is nearly unbearable.

“Oh, my god,” you cry out. He fills you so well. You’re gasping again, “You’re-” 

He silences you with another deep kiss. His thrusts come hard, but slowly at first. But he’s starving and the sound of his hips slapping your thighs turns both of you on even more. He’s hitting you in a place you weren’t sure existed, building the tension in your body with every push. He leans into your ear, keeping his rhythm, and murmurs, “You drive me crazy. Always. Those low-cut tank tops, your tight shorts,” he sounds like he’s losing control. “You know what you’re doing.” He licks your throat and continues, “You’re mine, darlin’. You’re done for now.” 

His words undo the knot in your core, and your body shudders around him. He smiles and says, “That’s my girl.” But he doesn’t lessen his pace. He thrusts faster, needing to claim you fully. 

Your body still shaking, you gather the presence of mind to breathe in his ear, “I want to be yours.”

And he comes apart, his hips stutter, the powerful feeling of release shocking through him. He buries one final push as he lets go, and he leans his head on your shoulder, panting. 

___________________________________________________

The deepening blue, Southern California sky expands above you. Twilight is approaching and the late hour casts its honeyed light. The breeze whistles softly as Bradley twirls a strand of your hair between his fingers. You lay next to him, head on a pillow, your right arm across his bare body. Your fingers trail the lines of his muscular chest until he disappears under the blanket he’d brought. You briefly wonder what you'll wear home now that your dress is mangled; you smile as you decide to steal his Hawaiian shirt.

“I really did not intend for that to happen. I wanted to do it right with you.” He eventually says, his eyes following a cloud.

“Oh.” You wonder if he’s regretting having moved so quickly. “I’m sorry.”

He shifts to look at you. “No, I just wanted you to know I wasn’t- I didn’t want to just-” He raises his hands in suggestion and makes a face like you know what I mean. He explains, “I mean that I wanted this to be real. A real date. Not a one-time-thing.” He pauses, searching your face, “If you feel the same.” 

Reassured, you tease him, wanting him to say it outright, “If I feel the same as what, sir?” You look up at him innocently.

He huffs a laugh, now knowing your game but playing along anyway. His voice starts dangerously low, intentionally sexy, “The same as how you make me feel, honey. Like the world doesn’t matter as long as you’re nearby.” His voice changes slightly into a confessional, “I feel home when I see you, and yeah, maybe that’s crazy -” He trails off, his eyes dance between yours, trying to read you, wondering if he said too much too soon. 

“I would say that’s crazy - if it were anyone else. But with you…” You reach up to brush your fingertips along his cheeks, his chin. You pull him down for a kiss, pure sweetness in it, willing him to feel your emotions. “With you, Lieutenant Bradshaw, I’ll never have enough of you.”

“Holy shit, you’re it for me.” He beams, pulling you on top of him.  

#rooster #top gun 2 #fanfic #fluff #smut #miles teller #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #hangman #rooster x reader #top gun fic #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster smut #glen powell #fanfiction #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic #personal #my fics

[shinjisdone]

Could you please make a scenario where the reader is being spied on by the rest of the ban and thorfinn deals with them real well🙏 I can feel his rage through my screen

I take it that the reader in this case is seen as female and the bandmates are reacting to it in a perverted way as they are/were depicted in their peak time as vikings.

TW: bandmates spying on female!reader while she bathes, hints at sexual harrassment and SA, not done at all but Thorfinn thinks about and decides to protect you from it, mentions of pervesity, Thorfinn pondering about killing them/committing violence, fuming Thorfinn

Such men pride themselves in being "warriors" but you and Thorfinn both knew this couldn't be further from the truth. They cackle and sneer at whatever they hold power against in the most vile way. In and out of battle they search for a kick, for something to make them feel powerful. So with grins so big it could crack their face, they shadow after you two as you look deeper within the forest for a lake.

Thorfinn had long sensed the group and would often throw glares over his shoulder as he made sure you walked in front of him.

He had long learned to get keen hearing for both on the battlefield and for situations like this. The both of you tried to make such trips short and discreet but some were insistent to tag along.

The blonde cannot afford to really break their bones and cut off a few fingers as they deserve since they are still Askeladd's manpower. It would be so easy to get rid of them for how predictable they are but Thorfinn has to deal with this in different ways.

You've long adjusted to put your trust in the young man. He has proven himself to be a friend even if it's only to you. So you say nothing and do as you always do as you step into the lake.

The corner is well hidden behind bushes and Thorfinn awaits the men's arrival. You've long undressed and began to clean yourself and as the bandmates eagerly hide, they are just met with Thorfinn's glare and him spreading his body wide, shielding you as best as you could.

The blonde is small but with the bushes and you hunching, not an inch of you could be seen. The men grumble in disappointment again as the blonde protects you, unnecessarily in their opinion, but still wish to not be spotted. You are quick to finish your routine, having thrown your belongings over Thorfinn's shoulder as he kept on guarding you, broad and unmoving like a boulder. The bandmates jokingly call him a scarecrow in these situations.

They also joke how lucky the young man must be to be so close to a woman's beauty. All he'd have to do is just peek over his shoulder to indulge in it while they have to hide over hills to even get a slim chance of finding the both of you.

Killing the men off would end up being a bigger hassle since the leader would have to find replacements. And anyone willing to become a viking is also someone who'd spy on you without a second thought anyway, so what is the point?

What they do not understand is that Thorfinn is anything but delighted. He silently fumes and has to press down his anger again and again only because they are Askeladd's men. How dare they? How can they call themselves warriors? Don't they understand how you feel? This isn't a 'priviledge', it is protecting you. Thorfinn would never think of betraying your trust by even having his sight go anywhere near you, even if he has feelings for you. He stands there not to indulge but his back is your shield, a brief safe space of anything that dares to threaten you. He will stand there until you are done and dressed, and even then will Thorfinn keep an eye on any bandmates. He won't even look at you, hours after your bath, dried and dressed, until you initiate any contact and tell him it's okay.

His priority is keeping you safe and having you feel safe. It doesn't matter if you were not hurt, if you feel violated in any way, then Thorfinn did not protect you. If you feel scared and uncomfortable, then Thorfinn did not an good enough job protecting you. Whatever needs to be done, he will do even if it means shielding you out of sight, including his own.

If, however, they were local perverts, Thorfinn would have no problem striking them down. He does not think of how vile they might be but is making sure any kind of danger for you is eliminated. He can't let that happen. In cases like that he is quick to deal with them but if somehow, harrassment has been going on for long, he wouldn't be able to contain his anger. How dare they talk about you that way? How dare they?

If he feels platonic towards you, he tends to silently fume in general. He doesn't want to cause more trouble than needed and prefers to just take care of the problem. If he can kill them, he will do so to stop whatever was going on and to have it serve as a warning to others in the future. He doesnt care if he has to call you 'his woman', he will make it clear as they that you are not to be messed with.

If he has romantic feelings, Thorfinn tends to freak out verbally. The acts of violence and warnings are the same but he will curse and scream a lot more. Don't they dare go anywhere near you! Or even speak your name! Any look thrown at you will be met with a glare of his!

For the case of the bandmates, he will end up holding a grudge against those who would attempt to spy on you. Doesn't matter how often and how long.

#request #vinland saga #vinland saga Thorfinn #thorfinn imagine #thorfinn x reader #thorfinn karlsefni x reader #thorfinn karlsefni

[just-antithings]

This might be a weird beef, and my 'evidence' is also most probably anecdotal, but I swear this happens so often I could conduct a social study, so I thought I'd share!

So I casually keep engaging with fandom on twitter and tumblr, and of course I come across all kinds of people, pros and antis and secret third things too.

I mostly try to stay in the 'normal person who doesn't hurt anyone' space, cultivating my internet experience, as you do, no matter what I do though, there be antis in the replies and quotes with the usual brain dead takes, and they always yell at people like "shut up weirdo!! you're weird!!! you're Weirdy McWeirderton!!!"

But that's not the surprising part. The surprising part is that 90% of the time if I check such a person's profile... they're a furry. Their account is months, years of sharing or making furry art or cosplaying such themes, sfw and nsfw too.

Now, listen - I would be spitting in my own eye if I had anything against them enjoying what they enjoy, so this is not about that. We have different tastes, and that's perfectly fine.

But OBJECTIVELY SPEAKING. My guy. My dude. In the eyes of majority society. Or imagine like, in the eyes of my Eastern European grandma who is 72 and watches soap operas.

"WEIRD" starts with... you. It's you! It's not a 15 year old and a 17 year old kid dating. (Fictional, no less...) Childhood friends becoming lovers is not incestuous, and it's super insulting to say so. I don't pretend to know what sheltered life antis live where you never have crushes on classmates or never meet anyone on the beach or at guitar practice, but these are literally the most common things in real life! What ISN'T common though - in "normie" circles, on the 'adult with a job' pane of existence - is liking anthropomorphic animals after you've turned older than 12.

Again, I have nothing against if you do. I genuinely mean that.

I genuinely believe we ALL deserve space, this is why I'd like everyone to understand that the OBJECTIVE definition of 'weird' is NOT the proshippers and whatever the hell 'illegality' antis keep accusing them of. To me this common use of "weird" as a 'gotcha' is just funny and illogical. THEIR fantasies would literally not be accepted anywhere except on the internet and its blissful options to stay anonymous, and yet they keep harrassing people for entertaining the same.

Has anyone ever noticed any other specific pattern like that?

Oh yeah it’s super common

#mod erin #ask #just anti things

[chaifootsteps]

So Raph finally, once again, straight up admitted he's not an SA victim.

I have to give him credit for being honest. Lying about SA (which sadly does happen and I know people don't want to think about it, but it does happen) is a very disgusting thing to do. Like Viv lying about Raph being an SA victim!

What I can't him credit for, is putting his fetish material in a fucking show made for millions on Amazon Prime with no trigger warning.

Raph said that he could practice his kink safely and privately with other people. That would be totally fine and cool, if he didn't put his fetish material in a fucking show made for millions on Amazon Prime with no trigger warning.

He boarded Poison. He choreographed for it. His dialogue from his fucking Valangel rape comic was used in the scene. Viv clearly has a noncon/rape kink. She wrote and directed it. Which, again, would be fine if she didn't put their fetish material in a fucking show made for millions on Amazon Prime with no trigger warning.

It's extremely disgusting to have 2 people who have not been SA'd (Viv has not publicly come forward about supposedly being SA'd herself, and is now straight up liking posts saying you don't need to have trauma to like certain fetishes. Hmmm.) write and board a scene and plot like this. I know Sam Haft said he was a victim (and if that's the case then I am truly sorry) but he also said he wanted Raph, who clearly has issues and has a fetish for this (and also sexually harassed a 15 year old child) to come back to twitter. Also, what the fuck was that tweet about Fizz being a "baby slut"? I've seen Viv like particularly cutesy art of Fizz that's um... pretty gross and borders on fetishistic a lot of the time (mainly wearing children-esque clothing and acting cutesy). You can't have someone who clearly has issues to work in a professional environment.

I'm into noncon and have read hundreds of fanfics like ep4. It's clearly a noncon fanfic with a massive budget. Jesus Christ, I write fanfics like this, but I at least tag and rate everything and always state in my notes that I don't condone the actions of SA. And when I saw ep4... it's clear to me what it was.

Amazon needs to get this show pulled. It's insensitive and frankly sickening to a CSA victim like me, who also happens to be into noncon.

There's nothing wrong with practicing kinks with partners and keeping what you like behind closed doors, but it's another thing to disregard victims and survivors all for the sake of your wank off material that's being broadcasted to millions of people (with no trigger warning).

Oh, and then singing an extremely insensitive song about how if you're SA'd, that you're not unique and to continue to be a "coked up dick sucking ho!" That's right, you're a loser baby! A whiny fucking loser for being raped and abused! It's all your fault, you fucking moron! But hey, I have a gambling problem so we're both losers and we can eat shit together!

Seriously... how the fuck aren't people pissed about that song??

Also, Raph sexually harrassed a 15 year old child and Viv victim blamed the child.

How is this woman still a professional showrunner? Why hasn't she fired Raph? (Oh wait because she said she wouldn't on Threads lmao) Why aren't more people outraged?

The rose colored glasses need to come off at some point, people. Your objectively shitty demon shows aren't worth it.

This.

Viv and her cronies are bad news from a professional standpoint, a marketing one, a decency one. They sprung a rape fetish scene on their entire audience and then laughed in the faces of the survivors who criticized it. They don't deserve a platform, and never did.

#Anonymous #vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel #actual blog post

[highpri3stess]

My anime fanfic opinions cause I’ve been wrting fanfics since I was like 15 and been in fandom spaces longer than that.

If the shoe fits;

The anime fanfic community is not a safe space for black women. Because if it was, all the callouts we experienced this year would not have happened. They were showing signs.

Minors don’t respect the mdni and any minor who interacts with smut is putting the writer at risk of jail time. You’re not smart or mature for doing that. You are actually, a fool.

The KOSA act will affect all of us very soon because other countries will take cue  it’s not just a US problem.

Remember how fucking ableist the tokyo revengers fandom used to be? Especially with that stupid vegetable joke during the first timeline when Mikey was in a vegetative state? Yeah, I’m not letting that go, you guys were and are disgusting.

Leave plugfic writers alone. You don’t go for other races for writing a mafia overlord who violently murders every one. I wonder why? (Racism)

It’s very easy for a white author to say “no discourse” on their blog because the only thing they have to worry about is an anon shitting on their writing. POC authors ESPECIALLY black authors can’t really have that privilege because they’ll tell you to:

yeah. We’re always dragged into discourse 

Dark content is not a moral failing.

If you defend shota or loli or defend anyone who was caught with shota or loli, you should be put on an FBI watchlist.

Remember when we used to have long fandom attention spans and didn’t throw them in the dustbin as soon as season 1 was over? Yeah bring those back please.

If you go on tiktok shitting on fanfic writers. In fact just shitting on writers in general you don’t deserve to be part of the community. We carry this shit on our backs.

Croquette or soft reader =/= class. Some of you are very uncouth, classless and crass.

SatoSugu shippers are getting irritating to me now. No the story does not revolve around them. Idc if your ship did not make a cameo in the new chapter there are other characters in the damn manga.

Jjk does not have bad female characters or hate women. Gege Akutami hates everyone because almost everyone is dead. Except his pookie Sukuna.

Boruto is not a bad manga. It’s mediocre but it’s not bad. We get it. NaruSasu wasn’t the end game. It’s been 20 years, drop it.

Also if we’re using the same logic NaruSasu is as toxic as SasuSaku.

SatoSugu shippers are the new BakuDeku and NaruSasu shippers; Misogynistic and violently homophobic/transphobic (minus BakuDeku shippers for this one)

Many Sakura fans on tiktok in 2020 were extremely racist. They still are.

JJK girls, and especially Gojo girlies on tumblr are the second most irritating set of people ever, first are the dudebros. You mass report non Gojo fics and you harrass any non JJK writer on here. We know it's you don't hide.

Chainsaw man is actually good. It just has a lot of female characters in comparsion to male characters so you guys don’t really care. Tatsuki Fujimoto is for the cringe fail girls.

You people can excuse Hisoka and Naoya but start barking when someone mentions Makima or Meimei. If you’re gonna holla, bark at all of them or shut up.

We need more Yuri in the anime community. Idc about Yaoi anymore tumblr.

People who write for the following should get a nice sloppy toppy or a nice hot meal: Nanami Kento, Kusabe Atsuya, Choso Kamo, Higuruma Hiromi any and all one piece men, Naohya and Souya Kawata, Shion Madarame etc.

Anyone who does this kind of post: 

“He kisses you and cums” or nsfw link

toji, mikey, GOJO SATORU, GETOU SUGURU, adventurine, beelzeebub, simon ghost riley, nanami kento, whitney the bully, remus lupin, childe, MIGUEL O’HARA, cillian murphey, shuji hanma, ujishima, tendou, osamu, isagi, oliver aiku + more

Is lazy asf and should not be rewarded for bad behaviour. Stop clogging the tags. These are so lazy without any effort or thought put into them.

If you don’t reblog fics, especially as a fanfic writer and you ask “where are all the fluff fics” you deserve any hate you get and you should be blocked.

I’m tired. I’ll continue next week.

*edited a few things.

#monica.speaks ♡ #tw. discourse #anime discourse

[damnfandomproblems]

https://www.tumblr.com/damnfandomproblems/739064506502791168/fandom-problem-4499-i-think-sometimes-people-get

Thing is op

People like to use "coded" as an excuse to harrass others over a fictional character

"this character is minor-coded therefor if you like them or draw them sexy then you are a pedo"

"this character is gay-coded so if you ship them qith the opposite gender your homophobic"

"this character is autism-coded so if you dont see them that way you are ableist."

"this character is poc coded and if you dont portray them that way then you are racist"

And then they go and rip people to shreds over it. And most of the time they are actually "coded" as anything.

Ill give you a good example as to why coding should just fucking die in fandom.

In transformers (all of them afaik) there is a sentient ROBOT named Jazz. He is often voiced by a black voice actor, even in the early days of Generation 1 in 1984. Though it changes a few times Jazz is well known for his accented voice. Jazz (the music) is also known to be pioneered by black people.

In a way jazz is black coded. He is designed with all these elements related to black people.

The thing is. Jazz is a fucking robot. "Jazz" is the name he chose for himself because his cybertronian name does not translate or cannot be spoken by humans. Jazz is also a type of music he only heard when he arrived on earth and is something he loves, hence why he chose the name. He chooses to express himself in such a way because its what he enjoys.

It does not mean he is black. A white person can do all that because they have a love for jazz music. It isnt going to make them "black coded"

He is also again, a robot. Not human. Not even organic.

However of all the problems ive seen in the TF fandom the one about whether you should draw a human version of Jazz as black or white is probably the one thats sets people who give a shit off the most.

It doesn't matter what characteristics a character has. It doesnt matter if Jazz is drawn as black or white. Cuz he isn't human. Its literally up to fan interpretation and none of them are wrong but people want to shit fling, and react hostile over others not drawing him as black anyway.

Same could be said about a certain more popular pink skinned character (who is also human and japanese but when have people ever viewed japanese people as important.)

You can have your queer coded villains. Doesn't actually say they are queer. Hell in the past it would be done as a way to demonize queerness and traits. But queer people still loved those villains because they could relate to their tragedies.

What "coding" actually is, is a part of the design process to add depth and character. It's an inspiration born from reality. But it's not always that the character is meant to be that thing.

Theres a character from genshin impact i could say is "DID-coded" because when she falls alseep or is so stressed she passes out there is another version of her that takes her place that she doesnt know about.

In the same vein theres the game "At Dead of Night" (recommend it, its a horror game) where the main antagonist is possessed and murders people. They even had to put a disclaimer that the character didnt have DID and the game wasnt made to demonize people with DID or portray them as unstable serial killers. However despite the creators saying that, fans still "DID-code" the antagonist, not out of hatred for people with DID but because some people with DID still relate to the character. Not so much the killing people but the struggle the antagonist has with "being possessed". Having DID can be a frustrating and tiring experience and not many cope with it very well even when they do no harm. Feeling of loss of control is very relatable even without DID.

Regardless the rampant "coding everything trend" in fandom has caused a new "ship war" like wave of harrassment. If you dont view a character this was your a horrible person and you deserve *insert graphic content and threats of harm and suibaiting and more*

coding can be a cool thing to discover while analyzing a character or even creating one. But its become hated with good reason because people have no reason left in them. Coding is a cool way of adding depth and nuance to a character and would actually REALLY help beginners with their "bland" characters. Unfortunately even thats discouraged, since it can be seen as "baiting" or "stereotyping" and sometimes appropriating culture. (But a giant sentient robot making his entire personality about jazz music isn't? Lol)

Posting since this is a response to a previous problem.

#fandom problem 4499 #response to previous problem

[pervprincealwayswins]

Kanato Sakamaki x FEM! Reader

Body Switched

Tw: Mentions of catcalling, sexism, harrassment and boundary-crossing behavior.

Word count: 8806

Almost every day of the week, Kanato tormented Y/N at school, until the pair were put in each other's shoes.

Y/N still remembered her first bad experience with Kanato. She didn't have an easy school life to begin with, and this occurance with Kanato had made it so much worse.

It was a few weeks into the first grade, still early. And Kanato was already seated in the classroom with his teddy bear.

At first, Kanato had always seemed really cute and sweet to Y/N. And she wondered if she could befriend him. If only she ever had the guts to do so, she thought.

But as soon as Y/N walked in that day, Kanato began to speak to his teddy bear in a mocking tone.

"Oh, look, it's little miss perfect, Y/N. Getting all the best grades, trying to show me up."

Y/N swallowed nervously. "I-I'm not trying to show you up, Kanato. I just...I just want to do well in school."

Kanato smirked. "Is that so? I'm sure you're just thrilled that you got better grades than me."

Y/N hesitantly replied. "I...I'm sorry, Kanato. I didn't mean to make you upset."

Kanato laughed. "Oh, please. Don't act like you care. You know you love it when you can rub it in my face that you're smarter than me."

"I don't...I don't want to rub it in your face. I just...I just want to be friends." She replied softly.

Kanato scoffed. "Friends? With you? Never. You're beneath me."

Tears welled up in her eyes. "But why? Why do you have to be so mean to me?"

Kanato shrugging. "Because it's hilarious." He paused for a moment and grinned. "And because you let me."

"I don't...I don't want to let you." She whispered.

Kanato leaned in close. "Then why don't you try to stand up for yourself? Fight back." He smirked deviously.

Y/N stammered. "I... I..."

Kanato chuckled. "That's what I thought."

Y/N looked down at her feet. "I wish you would just leave me alone now, Kanato."

Kanato smirked. "Not going to happen. You're my favorite new toy now."

"...I'm not a toy." Y/N said.

Kanato laughed. "Yes, you are. And I'm going to play with you forever."

Y/N backed away. "Please...just leave me alone."

Kanato stood up, towering over Y/N. "Never."

Without hesitation, Y/N ran out of the classroom with tears. "Help! Somebody help me!"

Kanato laughed maniacally as Y/N ran away, crying. "Hahahaha! Did you see that, Teddy? Mortals are so pathetic aren't they?"

The following months Kanato kept tormenting her. The afraid Y/N however, little by little, tried to build up the courage to stand up for herself.

Kanato held onto his teddy bear. Talking to him in a sing-song tone. "Look at her, Teddy. She thinks she's so smart, always getting better grades than me."

Y/N spoke nervously. "I-I didn't do it on purpose."

Kanato took a step closer towards Y/N. "Of course you did. You're trying to embarrass me, right?"

Y/N spoke softly. "No, I'm not."

Kanato's eyes flashed. "Yes, you are! You're just a conceited woman who thinks she's better than everyone else!!"

Y/N took a deep breath, mustering up all the courage she had. "Kanato, why do you always torment me like this? Can't we just coexist peacefully?"

Kanato smirked. "Oh, Y/N, you're such an easy target. It's amusing to see you squirm. And let's not forget how you callously persist to outshine me academically. Do you enjoy mocking me?"

"I never intended to mock you, Kanato. I work hard for my grades, just like anyone else. Can't you see we're all in this together?" Y/N pleaded.

Kanato laughed. "In this together? Please, Y/N. You're just a helpless pawn in my game. I have the upper hand here, and you'll always be at my mercy."

"But even if that is true, Kanato, that doesn't give you the right to belittle me and make me feel inferior. We all deserve respect and kindness." Y/N said.

Kanato replied. "Respect? Kindness? Those concepts are foreign to me. I thrive on fear and control. It's exhilarating to see you cower in my presence."

"Well, Kanato, I refuse to be your punching bag any longer. I may have struggled with fear in the past, but I'm finding my voice. And I won't let you or anyone else take that away from me!"

Kanato raised an eyebrow. "How dare you... You are nothing but a lousy mortal!!!!. Know your place, I will continue to make your life miserable."

"Maybe, Kanato, but I'm not backing down. I'll prove that I'm stronger than you think, and I won't let your cruelty define me."

Kanato slowly walked closer to Y/N. "How foolish you are Y/N.. A pathetic girl like you.. doesn't stand a chance against me.”

"We'll see about that, Kanato. I won't let you have power over me any longer. I am finding my strength, and it won't be long before I stand up to you and anyone else who tries to bring me down!"

Kanato looked down at Teddy and started talking. "Look at Y/N, Teddy, she is trying to feign confidence. She truly thinks she's better than everyone else."

Teddy replied, which only Kanato could hear. "Oh, Kanato, you're being so mean to her.."

Kanato glared at Y/N. "She deserves it. She always mocks me, trying so hard to get better grades than me, not knowing her place.."

Teddy snickered. "Maybe she's just smarter than you, Kanato."

Kanato yelled angrily. "No, she's not! She's just a lowly brat who thinks she's better than everyone else!"

Out of nowhere, Laito appeared in the room. Y/N couldn't believe what she saw. "H-how.."

Laito chuckled. "Fufu.. So this is the girl you've been playing with? Not bad Kanato, not bad."

Kanato turned around at his brother. "Shut up Laito!! This isn't your prey to meddle with!"

"Prey now? I thought you hated her for making fun of you?" Laito snickered.

Y/N shakily looked at Kanato and Laito, her eyes filled with confusion and fear. "I-I'm not trying to make fun of you, Kanato."

Kanato smirked. "Oh, really? Then why do you always keep getting better grades than me, huh?"

Y/N replied hesitantly. "I-I just study harder."

Kanato and Laito laughed.

"You have guts, little bitch~" Laito purred.

Kanato continued. "Study.. harder? Please. You're just a nerd."

Y/N's voice trembled. "I'm not a nerd."

Kanato leaned in close, his eyes glinting dangerously. "Yes, you are. And you're also weak and pathetic."

Y/N recoiled in fear. "N-No, I'm not."

"Oh, yes, you are. And you know what else? I'm a vampire." Kanato grinned, revealing his sharp fangs to her, while Laito observed the situation with amusion.

Y/N's eyes widened in terror. "W-What?"

Kanato grinned. "That's right. I'm a vampire. And I could drink your blood right now if I wanted to."

Y/N gasped. "N-No, you wouldn't."

Kanato leaned in even closer. "Oh, but I would. And you couldn't stop me."

"P-Please don't." Y/N replied, her voice barely a whisper.

Kanato smiled cruelly. "Why should I listen to you? You're just a human. And humans are nothing to me."

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

Laito pouted. "Nawhh. How disappointing! Just when things started getting interesting too."

Kanato stood up straight, tucking Teddy under his arm. Kanato eyed Y/N. "This isn't over. We'll be back for you." He hissed before walking away.

Laito started walking too, "Bye bitch-chan, lets see each other soon~" Leaving Y/N alone and terrified.

After returning to her home, she was lying in bed, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. "I can't believe this is happening. I just want to go to school and learn, but it's like everyone is out to get me."

Y/N sighed heavily, feeling the weight of the day's events pressing down on her. She had been catcalled, harassed, and made fun of by her classmates all day, and to top it all off, she had another run-in with Kanato Sakamaki, the strange and unsettling boy who turned out to be a vampire, possibly his brothers as well. Her world was shaken.

Y/N sat up in bed, hugging her knees. "I don't know how much more of this I can take. I just want to feel safe and respected. Is that too much to ask?"

Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she thought about all the times she had been hurt and humiliated. She felt like she would never be able to escape the pain and torment.

Y/N wiped away her tears. "I need to find a way to make this stop. I can't keep living like this."

Y/N took a deep breath and made a decision. She would not let the bullies and Kanato win. She would find a way to fight back and take control of her life.

Y/N lied back down, closing her eyes. "I'm not going to give up. I'm going to find a way to survive this."

As Y/N drifted off to sleep, she felt a sense of determination growing within her. She knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but she was ready to face whatever challenges came her way.

The next day, Kanato and Y/N were in for a surprise.

Kanato woke up at dusk, as usual. But to his astonishment. He woke up in a completely different room.

"...What is this?" He stared down at his body, it looked nothing like his own. It looked female. Upon realizing this, he jumped out of the bed, frantically touching the new body he had, confirming what he was seeing. He hesitantly walked over to a mirror.

As Kanato stood in front of the full-length mirror, his face filled with full disbelief. Staring at the reflection of a familiar young girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes. He almost couldn't believe it. He, the infamous and powerful demonic vampire, had been body switched with a mere mortal girl.

He had always viewed humans as nothing more than food and playthings. He had no regard for their lives and treated them with cruelty and disdain. But now, as he stood in the body of one, he could feel the weight of her emotions and it scared him.

He looked down at his new body, dressed in the school uniform of the local night academy. Did she sleep in her clothes? He just realized. The girl he had been switched with was a student there, just like him. It was none other than Y/N. He felt a twinge of dread as he remembered how he had treated her.

Kanato, who had stared in disbelief at his reflection in the mirror for a while now, had finally begun to put it all to words.

"How can this be true? I can't believe I'm in this mortal girl's body. I'm immortal, not some powerless schoolgirl!"

Suddenly Teddy appeared on the bed behind Kanato. Invisibly smirking. "Oh, but you are now, Kanato. And it's all thanks to me."

Kanato turned and glared at Teddy. "You! You did this to me? How could you? uwaa.." He yelled as he then began to sniffle.

Teddy just scoffed. "How could I? Let me count the ways. You've ignored my wishes, used me for your own gain, and treated me like a mere possession. I'm sick of it, Kanato."

Kanato's face grew instantly furious. "You're nothing but a filthy Teddy bear! I own you!"

Teddy's beaded black eyes gleamed with contempt. "Oh, really? Who's the one trapped in a frail body now, Kanato? Seems like the tables have turned."

Kanato seethed with rage. "I'll kill you! I'll tear you apart!"

Teddy however, was unmoved by this threat. "You can't, Kanato. Not while you're stuck in that body. And even if you could, I'd just come back. I'm immortal, remember?"

Kanato frowned in defeat. "You've won...for now. But I'll find a way to get back at you."

Teddy chuckled. "I'm counting on it, Kanato. In the meantime, enjoy your new life as a mortal school girl."

Kanato glared at Teddy again. "I'll never enjoy it! I'm a vampire! I belong in the night, not in this pathetic human world!"

Teddy shrugged. "Well, that's too bad. Because you're stuck here until fate decides otherwise."

Kanato collapsed on the bed, both defeated and devastated as tears streamed down the cheeks of his new face. "Uuu.. This is a nightmare."

"Welcome to my world, Kanato." Teddy replied smugly before completely vanishing from the bed.

Kanato felt powerless, like he hadn't in a long time.

Now that he realized he couldn't punish Teddy, his anger grew at his other perceived culprit, Y/N. He wondered if she was in his body too, and at his mansion right now. And so he went out. It took him a while to find his way to his mansion, having no teleportation or speed powers to get him there.

However as the body switched Kanato entered the mansion where he normally lived. He did not realize one fatal flaw of his plan, he would now be perceived as a human girl to his brothers. Exposing him to imminent danger. And it did not take long for his brother Laito to stumble across him.

"Finally, I'm home. This whole body-switching thing has been a nightmare."

Suddenly his brother Laito appeared across from him.

"Fufu~ What's this? A visit from bitch-chan?"

Kanato became flustered, embarrassed by being treated like this by his brother. "I'm not her! I'm Kanato!"

"Sure you are, and I'm the Pope." Laito chuckled.

Which caused Kanato to get angry now. "I'm serious! This is some kind of sick joke!"

Laito smirked and slyly moved closer to him. "Oh, I like feisty ones."

Kanato abruptly backed away and yelled. "Stay away from me!"

Y/N, (from inside Kanato's body), walked down from the giant stairs behind them. "Kanato!"

Kanato's angry eyes slightly widened. "Y/N? Is that you?!"

"Yes, it's me. I'm trapped in your body." Y/N said.

Kanato's anger reduced. His face turned paler as Y/N reaffirmed what he already knew, yet deep down still had hoped it was nothing but a mere twisted joke. "What? How is this possible?"

Laito however, was still smirking. "This just keeps getting better and better.."

Y/N stood firmly on the ground. "Back off, Laito! Kanato doesn't deserve this and I won't let you hurt him!"

Laito laughed. "Oh, you're going to stop me? And just how do you plan on doing that?"

Y/N glared at Laito. "I don't know, but I'll figure something out."

Laito lunged at Y/N. "Nfu! Let's see what you've got."

And with that, Y/N and Laito start fighting. Kanato, astonished, watched the scene unfold. "Y/N...is fighting for me?"

Y/N managed to land a few good punches on Laito, who was now starting to get angry.

Laito began to sneer at Y/N. "You're going to pay for that!" Laito lunged at Y/N again, but she ducked out of the way and he ended up crashing into a wall.

Kanato walked up to. "Y/N...thank you."

Y/N grimly smiled. "You're welcome, Kanato." Y/N replied.

All the while Laito huffed, got up, and ran away defeated.

Kanato’s eyes remained fixed on Y/N. "I don't know how we're going to fix this, but I'm glad you're here."

Y/N sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. "Me too. "

"Y/N, why did you save me? Don't you hate me?" He asked.

"It's true that I don't particularly like you, but nobody deserves to be harassed like that. It's wrong, and I will never idly stand by when that happens to someone, even if I dislike them." Y/N said.

Kanato's curious expression changed to a contemptful one. "Liar.. You hate me yet you say you don't wish harm upon me.. You are a deceitful woman!!" Kanato spat.

"I'm not a liar! I just happen to have morals. Unlike.. Unlike you!" Y/N snapped.

Causing Kanato to begin yelling at her. "....How dare you!! I will rip your body to shreds. This is all your fault after all!"

"No you won't!!!"

"Be-because you owe me!!!" Y/N said.

Kanato snickered darkly. "Ha, like I care. I don't owe you, a mortal, anything!!"

Y/N paused in doubt for a moment. However a sudden surge of confidence and determination washed over her.

"Actually Kanato, you're the one who is now mortal. And if you purposely hurt my body, I will make you... make you disappear!!" Y/N said as angrily as she could. Realizing that she could not show any signs of weakness anymore. She had the power now after all. The power of and over her greatest tormenter.

Kanato suddenly sobbed in an attempt to bend her to his will. "N...No, you wouldn't.. uwaa.. You are so cruel.." He whined as he delicately began wiping the tears off his face.

Y/N wouldn't fall for it. She couldn't. It was her body that was at stake here. "I'm not changing my mind, Kanato. Don't hurt my body, and I won't have to hurt you." She said,

Kanato was now faced with his own power, and his dispossession of it. Kanato stopped considering mutilating the girl's body for revenge. Regardless of his wishes, he realized that the girl would and could kill him. The thought of being left to perish in the mortal's body while she continued to live her life as him, with HIS possessions, tormented him too much.

"Fine!" He spat.

For a moment, Y/N thought about the situation, thinking of any solutions to their problem.

Something came to her. "Wait, why don't we undo the spell, you have magic right?"

"No, YOU have magic now." Kanato hissed.

"Then why don't you teach me?"

Kanato scoffed. "The fact that you say that as if it's nothing already shows enough. I can't have you mess up my body by being incompetent with it. Besides, it is Teddy who cursed us, so only he can undo it."

Y/N curiously raised an eyebrow. "...Then why don't we just ask him?"

Kanato glared as if looks could kill. "Don't you think I haven't tried, foolish mortal? He said he wouldn't and disappeared!!"

"I didn't know.. I'm sorry Kanato." Y/N said.

"..." Kanato blinked a few times, trying to come up with what to say.

He then began. "We should sit this out, maybe it will undo itself eventually, or Teddy will change his mind about betraying me."

Y/N frowned. "..Alright then."

The two agreed on living each other's lives for the time being, Kanato reluctantly returning to Y/N's house.

The next day it was Y/N's first day alone of Y/N living as Kanato. She had no idea what to expect.

Y/N thought to herself. 'I can't believe this is happening. I'm stuck in the body of Kanato Sakamaki, a vampire..'

Y/N tried to pinch herself. To wake up from this nightmare. But it was real. She knew what people said about Kanato. He is bipolar, right? Y/N thought to herself, 'I'm all alone. Why did I have to be involved with him? I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this..'

Suddenly, the door opens and Laito walks in, interrupting her train of thoughts.

"Hey, Kanato. What's up?" He asked with a smirk.

Y/N slightly shudders from Laitos unsettling presence, remembering the fight they had the previous day. "Nothing."

Laito slightly narrowed his eyes, inspecting his brother. "You don't seem so good, Kanato. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Y/N insisted.

"You sure? You've been acting weird. Since that day.. you suddenly started acting differently."

"I'm not weird."

Laito shrugged. "Whatever you say then."

Laito walked away, leaving Y/N alone again.

Y/N continued to explore the dark mansion a bit further. When suddenly, two giant doors opened to a giant room.

"Creepy" Y/N mumbled as she entered anyway.

Y/N sighs. 'I feel so alone. I don't know what to do.' She thought to herself as she looked around the room, noticing all kinds of creepy wax dolls. 'What is this place? And why are there so many dolls?' She wondered.

Y/N sighed. "I guess I'm really stuck in Kanato's body now. This is going to be a long day."

Y/N walked out of the wax doll chamber, exploring the mansion a bit further.

Y/N stopped walking after a bit, thinking to herself. 'This place is huge and empty. And it feels so lonely..'

‘How lonely Kanato must have been. He never seemed to have any friends besides his Teddy bear, and his brothers don't really seem to care much about him so far.’

Before she could ponder further, Y/N encountered more of Kanato's brothers, Ayato and Reiji.

'I am surrounded by vampires, and they are all talking about me, well, Kanato like he's not even there? Referring to him as troublesome or hysteric. Ugh, they're just as bad as I remember. They're so rude and condescending.'

Y/N felt empathy for Kanato. 'It's no wonder he's so messed up. He's never had anyone to love or support him.'

Y/N was sitting alone in the mansion now, feeling overwhelmed. 'I don't know how much longer I can do this. I miss my own life and my own body.'

Suddenly, Y/N's face expressed determination. Determined to make the best of the situation and to find a way to connect with Kanato. ‘Maybe I should get to know him better. Nobody is all bad after all.’

And like speaking of the devil, she felt Kanato's presence, as herself, entering the mansion. By thinking intensely of wanting to go to him, she accidentally teleported herself to the main entrance..

Kanato had arrived at the mansion and walked in, looking exhausted. "Finally... I can't believe I had to spend a night in that awful place... " Kanato mumbled to himself.

Y/N appears before him, looking somewhat shocked and disheveled from the sudden teleportation. "Kanato, you're back!"

Kanato turned to face her. "Yes, I couldn't sleep. I don't feel at ease in your house with your mortal parents. I need to be in my own home."

Y/N frowned. "I get that, but it's not safe for you to sleep in your old bed alone. Your brothers would probably feed from you, thinking you're me."

Kanato became frustrated. "I don't care! I'm not going to sleep in that strange bed again"

Y/N let out a sigh. "Fine. We'll share your bed then. But you do have to call my parents to tell them I'm staying at a friend's place."

Kanato's face filled with surprise. "What?"

"It's the only way to keep you safe, and my parents from getting upset."

Kanato hesitated for a moment. "...Fine."

"Okay that's settled then, but on another note, why is there a room full of strange looking dolls in your home?" Y/N half-joked.

Kanato glared at Y/N "Strange..dolls?" He paused for a moment before widening his eyes with hostility. "They're not strange!!! They're mine and they're perfect!!!"

'I should've known Kanato would be behind something like that...' Y/N thought to herself

"Oh did I just say ‘strange’? I meant to say strangely beautiful dolls!" Y/n said sheepishly, feigning a genuine smile.

Kanato's mood changed to a sinisterly calm one. "I'll forgive you this once for insulting and trying to deceive me Y/N. But don't mock me again, i'll break you."

Y/N frowned. Typical Kanato. But he was all she had to rely on now so she couldn't risk making him angry again. "Okay Kanato," She replied.

As the night passed Kanato and Y/N prepared for bed.

"Okay. I'll go and get your pajamas. They're over there right?"

"Indeed. Thank you."

Y/N left the room. "No problem."

Kanato lied down on the bed, closing his eyes. "Finally, I can relax.."

Y/N re-entered the room with Kanato's pajamas. "Here you go."

Kanato sat up and took the pajamas from Y/N. "Thank you."

Y/N helped Kanato put on the pajamas "You're welcome."

The two of them get into bed. Kanato lies down on one side of the bed, and Y/N lies down on the other side.

Kanato thought to himself. ‘This is so strange... I'm sharing my bed with... 'Me who isn't me?’

‘I can't believe I'm doing this…’ Y/N thought to herself.

The two of them lie in silence for a few minutes, neither of them able to sleep. They both stared at the ceiling.

Kanato spoke. "I think it's almost sunrise, and I still can't sleep."

"Me neither." Y/N replied.

"I don't understand. I’m not mortal anymore, I'm in my own bed, and I'm tired. Aren't you supposed to fall asleep then?"

Y/N turned to Kanato. "Maybe it's because you're not used to being in my body."

"Maybe." Kanato replied.

They lied in silence for a few minutes until Kanato started tossing and turning.

Y/N spoke softly. "Kanato? Are you okay?"

Kanato replied, muffled. "No. I still can't sleep."

Y/N sat up. "Why not?"

Kanato turned to look at her. "I don't know. I just feel... restless."

Y/N reached out to touch his arm. "I'm sorry."

Kanato looked into her eyes. "It's not needed Y/N. It's just... this whole situation is so strange."

Y/N nodded. "I know. It's hard to believe that we're stuck in each other's bodies."

Kanato sighed. "I just wish there was a way to switch back right now."

Y/N squeezed his hand. "Me too. But for now, we just have to make the best of it."

Kanato nodded. "I guess you're right."

Kanato and Y/N lie down in bed together. Kanato eventually falls asleep, but Y/N lies awake for a long time, still thinking about the strange situation she's in.

'This is crazy. I'm sharing a bed with a vampire. And he's sleeping like a baby..'

Y/N eventually drifts off to sleep, but she wakes up in the middle of the day.

She realizes that Kanato is gone.

Y/N whispers. "Kanato? Where are you?"

Y/N gets out of bed and starts looking for Kanato. She finds him in the kitchen, drinking a glass of blood.

Y/N quickly approaches him. "Kanato! What are you doing?"

Kanato turns to look at Y/N. "I was thirsty."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You know you can't drink blood anymore. You're a mortal now."

Tears started welling up in Kanato's eyes. "I know. But it's so hard. I'm so used to drinking blood. I don't want to be a mortal, uwaa..." He cried.

Y/N sighed. "I know. But you have to be strong. For both of our sakes. And besides, it isn't safe for you to walk around here all alone, remember? Please be careful."

Kanato nodded as he wiped away his tears. "I will. I promise."

Y/N and Kanato hug each other. "We're in this together." Y/N said.

"I know." Kanato replied.

Y/N and Kanato go back to bed. The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms, both of them feeling a little bit less alone in the world.

Y/N woke up relieved when she found Kanato still sleeping next to her.

Y/N whispered. "Kanato, wake up."

Kanato groaned. "..What is it?"

Y/N spoke. "It's morning. You need to get up. "

Kanato sits up and yawns. "I don't want to. I'm tired."

Y/N chuckled. "I know, but you can't stay in bed all night. We have to go to school."

Kanato whined. "I don't want to go to school like you."

"You have to. It's important." Y/N insisted.

Kanato sighed. "Fine. I'll go."

Kanato gets out of bed and makes his way to get dressed. Y/N watches him, a grim smile on her face.

"He can be such a pain in the neck, but I can't help but also feel for him. He's all alone in this world and he doesn't know where he belongs. Then again, we might just have that in common."

"How did you sleep Kanato?" Y/N asked.

Kanato thought for a moment, with a puzzled expression. "I slept better than I have in a long time.." He mumbled.

The two of them leave the room after getting dressed in their school uniforms.

In the hallways, Kanato stopped for a moment to adjust the way Y/N wore his uniform on her. "How bothersome, don't you even know how to put on a male uniform?"

"Well, no" Y/N admitted.

"Be grateful you have me to fix it for you then." Kanato said.

"..Okay." Y/N said, trying to not roll her eyes at Kanato's remark.

"So, to avoid you making mistakes, I will tell you that when we join my brothers for breakfast you need to act as me, they obviously can’t know about this, and don't embarrass me Y/N, or I'll get angry.”

"Yes, I got it." Y/N replied.

They head downstairs to the dining room, where they join the rest of the Sakamaki brothers for breakfast.

The brothers are all surprised to see Kanato and Y/N sitting together at the table. They exchange confused glances, but they don't say anything at first. Eating in silence.

Ayato broke the silence. "Oi! Kanato, What's up with you and that girl? She's still alive after last night, are ya datin her somethin'?"

Y/N blushed. "W-what? N-no, I don't!"

Laito interrupted. "Oh, come on, Kanato. Don't be shy. We all know you're popular with the ladies."

Shu chuckled while lazily hanging on his chair. "Yeah, I've seen the way they look at you. It's like they want to eat you up sometimes."

Reiji eyed Shu with disapproval. "Well, I wouldn't go that far, but I must admit that Kanato commonly does have a certain charm to these girls."

Subaru grunted. "Whatever."

Y/N thought to herself while Kanato was staring daggers at his brothers. 'This is so embarrassing! I wish I could just tell them the truth.'

Ayato spoke again. "So, what is it with her? Is she your girlfriend now?"

Y/N panicked. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!"

Laito purred. "Oh, come on, Kanato. You can tell us. We won't tell anyone~"

"Yeah, we're your brothers, we want to know!" Ayato added.

Reiji shoved his glasses further up his nose. "Well, I'm not sure I would go that far, but I am curious."

Subaru still grunted. "Tch- Whatever."

Y/N thought for a moment, if she denied any ties to "Y/N' aka Kanato, they'd have even less problems harming him.

Suddenly Kanato kicked her under the table. Trying to tell her to open her mouth.

Y/N feigned to finally break down from denying. "Fine! I'll tell you! She's mine.. I'm very fond of her!" She said, trying to sound as much as Kanato.

Ayato's jaw dropped. "O- you're seriously in love with a human?"

Laito smirked. "This sure is unexpected Kanato, fufu.."

Shu slightly smirked. "I knew it.." Before fully closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Reiji scoffed at Shu. "Tch- How typical. You are still required to attend school, even if you fall asleep. Ayato, wake him!" Reiji yelled.

Subaru grunted once more before heading out. "Whatever."

While witnessing the chaos, Y/N took a deep breath thinking to herself. 'Good, they believed it.'

Kanato tapped on Y/N's shoulders, and they got up and left the dining room. The brothers all watch them go, their eyes filled with curiosity.

"Peculiar.." Reiji said to himself

"I don't know, but I'm curious to see how it plays out~" Laito smirked.

As the two walked through the corridors of the mansion, Kanato huffed. "That was uncomfortable. But I'm relieved I don't have to worry so much about my brothers now."

"Agreed." Y/N replied

Y/N and Kanato had arrived at school.

“Well, we have differences in class schedules today, so i guess we have to go our separate ways now..”

Kanato nodded. “Good luck Y/N.”

“You too, Kanato.” She replied before heading off.

Y/N sighed. ‘I’ll have to act just like Kanato now.’ Y/N walked through the hallways. ‘This is so weird. I'm a guy at school now.’

Y/N looked around. ‘Why is everyone staring at me?’ She wondered.

Y/N felt uncomfortable. 'I don't like this.' She thought. Y/N continued walking to class. I hope no one tries to talk to me.

She sat down in her seat. 'I'm glad I'm in the back.'

Y/N looked around. 'No one is paying attention to me anymore, I think.'

Y/N sighed. 'This is going to be a long day.'

"Hey, Kanato." A girl next to her said.

"Me?" She said surprised.

"Yeah, you. Why are you acting so weird?"

Y/N spoke nervously. "I'm not acting weird."

The girl continued. "Yes, you are. You usually have that teddy bear with you, why? The whole school is talking about it. And also, you usually ignore me, but now you're talking to me."

Y/N realized. 'Oh, right. I'm supposed to be Kanato.'

“..What of it, it’s no one’s business isn’t it?”

"I guess.. So, what's up?" She asked.

Y/N thought to herself. 'Help, I don't know anything about Kanato's life.'

Y/N shrugged. "Nothing much."

"Okay, well, I'm going to listen to the lesson now." The girl said.

Y/N sighed. 'This is going to be harder than I thought.'

After the first lesson, you walked through the hallways again.

A guy passed by and greeted her normally. "Hey, Kanato. What's up!"

She was stunned. She thought for sure she'd be harassed or something, but she found that everyone's been pretty cool so far.

Despite Kanato not having any friends, no one harassed him or made lewd comments like they did to Y/N before all this. The guys treated her mostly normal, and the girls were much nicer to her.

Y/N encountered a group of girls that excitedly spread around him. Normally she'd expect to be bullied like this, but the girls didn't seem malicious at all.

'Wow, Kanato actually has admirers at school. I never would have guessed.' She thought

One of the girls was blushing. "Kanato-kun, you're so cool and mysterious." She said,

"Yeah, I wish I had the courage to ask you out the other day." Another girl said.

Y/N was stunned. 'I can't believe this. I'm a guy now, and girls are actually interested in me.' However Y/N knew she couldn't agree to anything. Kanato would be furious if she did. And it wouldn't be fair to him either.

Y/N smiled. "Thanks, but I'm not really interested in dating right now.

The girl's expression turned to disappointment. "Oh, okay."

"Maybe another time." Her friend replied.

Y/N walked away. "Sorry, girls. I'm just not ready for that now."

Time at school gradually went on for the both of them, however unfortunately for Kanato, not very smoothly.

He encountered some name calling, lewd comments, and harassment as Y/N. He was able to ignore it with an angered expression. Still brushing it off as guys being guys. But during gym class, things became unbearable for him.

After Kanato finished dressing himself in Y/N's sports wear, he entered the sports hall. The gymnastics teacher instantly approached him.

"Well, well, Y/N, you're looking quite lovely today. How about we work on some special stretches together?"

Kanato physically cringed at this. "No thank you, I'll just continue with my routine."

The creepy teacher smirked. "Come on, don't be shy. I know what's best for you."

Kanato was getting really uncomfortable now. "I'm really not interested. Please let me continue with my workout."

The middle aged man got closer to him. "You know, Y/N, I can make things very difficult for you if you don't cooperate."

Kanato tried to stay composed, knowing he probably couldn't fight the teacher off right now. "I'm here to learn gymnastics, not deal with your inappropriate advances. Back off!"

The teacher laughed. "Such a feisty one, aren't you? We'll see about that."

Kanato, now unable to handle the situation any longer, lost control and threw a tantrum, storming off.

The classmates in the back who heard the yelling curiously watched Kanato storm off. "Whoa, what just happened? Y/N never acts like that." A classmate said, Another one replied to them. "I have no idea, but it seemed like Y/N had a complete personality change."

Meanwhile, Kanato was hiding in a secluded area in the school, upset and confused. "This is a nightmare. Nobody will believe me if I tell them what happened. How am I supposed to handle this situation?"

It all felt like a smack in the face. As Kanato, he was used to the people at school bending to his will. Being cautious of him, and fearing him when he got angry. But as Y/N, he faced a whole different world.

After a rough first half of classes, Kanato was relieved it was break time. Thinking he could finally have some peace. However, nothing was less true.

Kanato sat alone at a table, trying to eat his lunch. When suddenly a group of male students approach him.

"Hey, what's a pretty little thing like you doing sitting all alone?" One of the guys said. "Yeah, come sit with us. We'll show you a good time." Another guy snickered.

'Not again...' Kanato thought to himself.

"What's the matter, scared?" Said the first guy again. "Don't be shy girl. We won't bite."

Kanato angrily stood up. "Leave me alone."

"What's wrong, can't handle a little attention?" One of the guys said.

"I said leave me alone!!" Kanato yelled.

One of the guys grabbed Kanato's arm. "You're coming with us." He said.

Kanato tried to struggle. "Let go of me!"

Y/N entered the cafeteria and saw Kanato being harassed.

"Hey! Leave "her" alone!"

"Who are you?" One of the guys laughed.

“I'm "her" friend.”

"Her friend? Since when do sluts have friends?" The guy scoffed.

Y/N glared at them. "Since now. And don't call her that!"

"Pssh what a simp!" The guy mocked

"We're taking her with us, she doesn't mind does she?" The guy who was still holding onto Kanato shook him while he snickered darkly as Kanato yelled various nasty words at him.

Y/N balled her fists and plunged them down. "You're not taking "her" anywhere!"

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it, soy boy?"

Y/N punched the guy in the face, causing him to let go of Kanato. "This!" They guy's friend stepped forward "You're going to regret that!"

Y/N grabbed Kanatos hand and walked. "Let's go." Kanato nodded as he followed.

Kanato and Y/N walk out of the cafeteria, leaving the group of male students stunned.

Kanato faced Y/N. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Y/N said.

"I never would have thought that you would come to my rescue again."

Y/N placed her hand on kanato's shoulder "Of course I would. You deserve it no matter what. And you're my friend now."

Kanato smiled surprised. "Friend? I see. Thank you for being my friend Y/N."

Y/N smiled back. "You're welcome."

Kanato and Y/N continue walking, their bond strengthened by their shared experience.

As the days passed, Kanato learned about Y/N's life and the challenges she faced as a girl. It opened up a whole new outlook on the world for him.

As for Y/N, she learned what it’s like to not be harassed at any unpredictable time at school. And it made her more aware of the misogyny at play.

After a week of school, it was finally the end of Friday's classes. And so, Kanato wanted to visit his favorite bakery in the demon world. Insisting Y/N take him there.

As they waited for their order, Kanato was still frustrated from what he experienced at school. "I still can't believe this! Every single day, those male students at our night school make inappropriate comments and harass us. It's infuriating!”

Y/N leaned her hand against her face on the table. "I know, Kanato. It's a sad reality that many women have to face these challenges on a daily basis. But experiencing it firsthand has opened your eyes, hasn't it?"

Kanato sighed. "Yes, it definitely has. I always viewed all women as scheming and callous, but living as one has shown me the struggles and hardships they endure. I feel foolish for ever thinking that way."

Y/N placed the hand she leaned on back on her lap. "It's okay, Kanato. It takes courage to admit our flaws and learn from our experiences. But now that you've seen the world through a different lens, what can we do to improve this situation?"

Before Kanato could answer, two demon girls had entered the bakery.

"Oh my! It's Prince Kanato Sakamaki. What is he doing with such a lowly human girl?" The taller girl said to her friend.

Kanato glared at the girls in annoyance. 'Why are they talking down on me who they perceive as Y/N? And how dare they question MY company?' He thought to himself.

Then the shorter girl snickered. "He must have brought her as an appetizer for his sweets. My, my, how bold!"

Which stung Kanato. He knew that normally that could have been the case. But it wasn't like that now. How dare they judge people they know nothing about? Don't they understand how cruel their words are? He pondered. He felt conflicted about his earlier statement. How could those girls be so callous? Likely having to experience the same sexism as Y/N?

Something inside Kanato snapped. "Shut up!!! SHUT UP!!"

"What the hell? How dare this mortal speak to us like that?!" The taller girl hissed as her friend joined in. "It seems Kanato can't control his livestock anymore."

Y/N also stood up. "Excuse me, but who do you think you are to judge us? We don't need your approval or your derogatory comments!"

The tall girl gazed at Y/N. "Hmpf! Humans are nothing but food, I wonder what the king would think about you betraying our race for a lousy girl!"

Y/N straightened her posture as Kanato defiantly. "She's" my friend. And I'm not going to let you bully "her".

The shorter girl scoffed. "A friend? More like a meal.”

Y/N angrily snapped. "That's not true! Kanato and I are friends. We don't eat each other." Only afterwards did she realize she used the wrong name to refer to Kanato.

The tall girl only rolled her eyes. "Whatever. We're not interested in your little games."

Her friend eyed her as she held her arm. "Yeah let's go. This place is beneath us." The two girls leave the bakery, leaving Kanato and Y/N alone.

Kanato, later, expressed disgust to Y/N. "It's disheartening to see how women can be so cruel to one another."

Y/N began to explain. "It's because of sexism, Kanato. It's a problem that exists in our society, where women are often treated differently and unfairly. Which can cause them to turn against each other. It's no excuse, but commonly the root.”

Kanato's eyes widened in realization. "I never realized..."

Y/N continued. "But we can change that in ourselves, Kanato. We may not be able to fix society’s errors, but can still stand up for what’s right."

Kanato nodded. "You're right, Y/N. We won't let the ignorance of others bring us down. Let's continue to support and uplift each other."

Y/N nodded. "Yes. And I've been thinking, although we may have been thrown into this unexpected situation against our will, on the flip side of it, it has also given us an opportunity to see different perspectives. Perhaps this could bring us some good too."

Kanato paused for a moment. "I hope for it. I feel so shaken by this suffering, all the realizations, and the betrayal from Teddy. But knowing I'm not alone in this made it more bearable. So, I'm glad it's with you, Y/n."

Y/N smiled. "I'm glad you feel that way. In a lot of aspects, I can't help but feel the same. Although, I would like to be back in my body eventually. Do you know anything we could try to have our own bodies back?"

Kanato thought for a moment.

Kanato looked up. "Maybe. As you inhabit my body now, you're capable of magic. We could try to summon Teddy and convince him to undo the curse. Now that I know you're not useless, I'm willing to teach you."

Y/N nodded. "Let's get to it then."

In a dark room at the mansion, Y/N and Kanato spend hours practicing magic.

After Y/N proved to have the knack of it, Kanato smiled content. "Y/N, you finally did it! We must perform the summoning ritual now."

Y/N looked at him nervously. "But, Kanato, I'm not sure if I'm ready."

"There is no time to hesitate. We must do this before it's too late." Kanato said sternly.

Y/N hesitantly replied. "Okay, I'll do it."

Kanato nodded. "Good. Now, follow my instructions carefully."

Y/N nodded back. "I will."

Kanato walked over to the table in the room and picked up a candle. "First, we need to light this candle."

Y/N took the candle from Kanato and lit it with Kanato's powers. "Okay."

Kanato walked over to a window and opened it. "Next, a window needs to be opened."

Y/N nodded. "Okay."

Kanato walked over to a bookshelf and picked up a book. "Now, we need to find the summoning spell."

"Alright." Y/N said.

After a few seconds of searching, they found the correct page.

"Here it is." Kanato said

Y/N looking at the spell. "So, what exactly do I need to say?"

Kanato rolled his eyes before reading the spell aloud. "In the name of the ancient spirits, I call upon thee, Teddy. Come forth and show thyself!" Kanato paused. "That's not too complicated, right?"

Y/N inhaled nervously. "Yes. Okay then, I'm ready."

Y/N closed her eyes and concentrated. Repeating the spell. Adding one final sentence with great energy. "Teddy, I summon thee!"

There was a moment of silence. Then, a bright light filled the room. Teddy appeared in a puff of smoke.

"How bothersome... What is it that you desire from me?"

Kanato glared before suddenly frowning. "Teddy, I beg of you, undo the curse that has been placed upon me and Y/N!!"

Teddy sighed. "I cannot do so. This curse was not cast by me. There is another who is behind this."

Kanato looked at Y/N in shock. "Who?" He asked, turning his gaze back to Teddy.

"Why, your brother Laito of course." He smirked.

Y/N gasped. "Laito?"

"But why?" Kanato asked.

Teddy shrugged. "I do not know. I just gave him the idea in return for my freedom."

Kanato growled angrily. "Laito! I will not let him get away with this!"

Teddy disappeared in a puff of smoke "Good luck. You will need it." His laughter echoed.

The bright light fades away. And Kanato and Y/N are left alone in the room.

Kanato turning to Y/N. "We must find Laito and confront him about this."

Y/N nodded. "I'm with you. We'll get through this together."

It didn't take long for them to find Laito. It was on the second floor at the stairs reiling, where it was dimly lit with orange hues from candles.

Kanato and Y/N stood together, facing Laito, their expressions tense and determined.

Y/N spoke with a firm voice. "Laito, we know you're behind all this. You are the one who switched our bodies in a body switch curse, and we demand you undo it now!"

Laito smirked slyly. "Oh, you've discovered my little secret. I must admit, I'm impressed. But why would I ever undo such a delightful situation?"

Kanato glared at Laito. "You think this is a game, Laito? You've messed with our lives with your selfish desire to cause chaos!"

Laito chuckled. "Chaos is the essence of life, Kanato. Besides, I've grown rather fond of you as Y/N. It's so much more...interesting."

Y/N stepped forward. "Enough games, Laito. We challenge you to a duel. If I win, you undo the curse. If you win.." Y/N hesitated for a moment. "I'll do whatever you want."

Laito raised an eyebrow. "A duel? How intriguing. Do you truly believe you have what it takes to defeat me, mortal?"

Y/N met Laito's gaze defiantly. "I have once before. I may be a mortal in spirit, but I won't back down from a challenge. I'll do whatever it takes to get our bodies back."

Kanato nodded in agreement. "I stand by Y/N." I have enough faith in her.

The atmosphere crackles with tension as Laito considers their challenge. A mischievous smile plays on his lips.

Laito spread his arms wide. "Very well, I accept your challenge, Y/N. Let the duel commence!"

With a swift motion, Y/N drawed a shimmering sword from its display, its blade glowing with determination.

Laito conjured a dark orb in his hand, its energy swirling ominously. The room falls silent as the two prepare to engage in a battle of wills and power.

As the duel unfolds, Y/N and Laito trade blows, their movements swift and deadly. Y/N's agility and resourcefulness prove to be a match for Laito's cunning and supernatural abilities. With each clash, the tension builds, and the outcome remains uncertain.

After a series of intense exchanges, Y/N seizes an opportunity and delivers a powerful strike, disarming Laito and sending the dark orb shattering into pieces.

Laito stumbles back, his eyes wide with surprise and defeat.

Y/N panted, but with a resolute expression. "It's over, Laito. You've lost."

Laito glowered at Y/N. "Curse you, mortal! You've bested me." With a deep sigh, Laito snaps his fingers, and the body switch curse breaks.

Y/N and Kanato's souls return to their rightful bodies, leaving Laito defeated.

Kanato hugged Y/N. "I'm so glad you're okay." Y/N hugs Kanato back. "Me too."

Laito glared at Y/N. "This isn't over." He hissed before walking off.

Y/N turned to Kanato. "What are we going to do now?"

"I don't know. But we can figure it out then. I'm just relieved to have things back to normal."

Kanato and Y/N walk away together, a new path ahead of them.

And the next thing they knew, they found themselves in the Sakamaki rosegarden, sitting on a bench together.

The moon shining down on them as they talk.

Kanato looked down at his hands, a conflicted expression on his face. "I never understood why you were always so kind to me, Y/N. Even when I treated you poorly you showed me nothing but compassion."

Y/N smiled softly. "Because, everyone deserves kindness, Kanato. No matter what they've done or said."

Kanato shook his head. "But I've been cruel to you."

"I know. But I don't hold it against you. As a vampire, you live in a different world, with different values. It's not your fault ." She said,

Kanato looking up at Y/N, tears in his eyes. "Thank you, Y/N. You're the only one who's ever shown me true kindness."

Y/N took Kanatos hands in hers. "You're welcome, Kanato."

Kanato and Y/N sit in silence for a moment, enjoying the peace and tranquility of the garden. The moon continues to shine down on them, casting long shadows across the rose bushes.

Kanato broke the silence. "Y/N, do you still want to spend time with me? Be my friend?"

Y/N smiled. "I do, Kanato. I meant it back when I said you were my friend."

Kanato and Y/N smile at each other. They know that their bond has grown stronger, despite their differences. They are now friends, united by the shared experience of body swapping.

The End.

/////Note:

How did this experience change Y/N and Kanato?

And how will their relationship develop?

Does Laito really intend to strike again?

All that, will be revealed in the sequel.

Stay tuned!!

#kanato sakamaki #diabolik lovers fanfiction #diabolik lovers #ayato sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #shu sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #kanato x reader

[pippin-squeaks]

Oookay... Here's the first (and I hope to god the only) episode of :

@/Periwinkleowski is a proshipper , a pretty bad one too .

(Before we go on , I'll say this . This post won't delve into the stuff she actually draws on this account , but know that it is vile . Please take care of yourself and be careful should you investigate further yourself .)

I went and skimmed through her reblogs and saw a lot of artists that I know aren't proshippers (and who have made it obvious they're against it) , so it's clear that she's not abiding by his own DNI .

Speaking of which , let's take a looksie at her Twitter and Tumblr DNI sections .

Things that stick out to me is is "antific/pro-harrassment" and "(people in recovery are welcome)"

His twitter also states "Pro-contact" folks aren't allowed , meaning she is okay with being around folks of these mindsets , as long as they feign innocence and say they won't do it .

There's also this

While Dead Dove isn't always proship , the tags are usually full of people who like such things more often than not in my experience .

Please just block and stay away from her and her associates . Going through her Twitter following/followers on @/roadkillromcom should do you well . For my sake , I'm sick of being paranoid that the person I'm interacting with is a weirdo . Maybe report her while you're at it , these weirdos don't deserve the safety of their gross little hideaway caves where they can be freaks together .

#the venture bros #the venture brothers #vbros #venture bros #please read im so sick of this #i hate her

[antiwhores]

Misreable - Bully!Bakugou x reader

When you walked down the halls he would shoulder check you or trip you. He would talk loudly about you behind your back to make sure you here. He would call you names whenever chance he got. He would break your stuff or steal it sometimes. The normal bully shit and etc.

But as usual you bit your lip and ignored him. You were taught that if you ignore them, eventually they’ll fuck off and get bored. But Bakugou apparently never got bored because this was your third year of highschool and he still wanted to fuck with you.

One day he takes it too far and you snap in front of everyone. And he can’t do anything but watch as you loose your fucking shit.

Angst, bullying, suicide mentions, suicide threatening, bakugou gets what he deserves, lots of cussing, violence

I been wanting to write this for a while but I couldn’t figure out the format. I hate this sm but Lmk if yall want a part 2 in the comments.

The hate between you and Bakugou was not complicated. He was a bully, you were his victim. Simple as that.

Bakugou would go out of his way to fuck with you every single day without fail. You had started to hate school because of it. You only had two classes with him and yet he decided to target you out of everyone else.

When you walked down the halls he would shoulder check you or trip you. He would talk loudly about you behind your back to make sure you here. He would call you names whenever chance he got. He would break your stuff or steal it sometimes. The normal bully shit and etc.

“Watch where your fucking going, stone-blind bitch.” He spat at you. He bumped into you, you had even tried to move over for him. But as usual you bit your lip and ignored him. You were taught that if you ignore them, eventually they’ll fuck off and get bored. But Bakugou apparently never got bored because this was your third year of highschool and he still wanted to fuck with you.

You continued on with your day like always, ignoring the harrassment you faced. UA was a guarentee to a successful life, like an infinate amount of money to a grocery store. With UA on your resume, your dream job was yours. So you bare through it, you only had two years left, including this one. You can survive.

Others caught onto what Bakugou was doing and began to isolate and bully you too. He was one of the most popular boys so that immediately made you a weird kid. They laughed and giggled when Bakugou harrassed you. You could still survive.

Atleast you thought you could but your patience is running thin. The last piece of rope twitched as you come back to the lunchroom from the bathroom to find Bakugou and his goons snickering at you.

You sat at a single seat lunch table, one on the more sucluded side of the lunchroom. You had work to do, always. With all the AP classes you took, knowing damn well you’d be screwed, the work load never ended. You needed that extra credit though and nothing was gonna stop you from passing those classes, not even the bully that occupies them.

Thats why when you looked down at the summative 5 page essay you had been working on smeared with the expensive ass milkshake you got at the small cafe next door, you lost your fucking shit.

The whole lunch room had gone quiet, reduced to static in your mind. It was ruined. You knew you shouldn’t have done it on paper. You should’ve just told your professor your computer was in the shop and it’d be late. You should’ve just went to the library and worked on the sticky computers there. You shouldn’t have just went with paper even if you like it better anyway.

On top of your report was a note written in clean, cursive handwriting. Handwriting you knew as Bakugou’s.

Maybe if you used all the money you spent on stupid shit like this milkshake, you could afford to get a computer.

just as you finished reading the note a flash or liquid was thrown straight at you.

Bakugou came over to you with a cup of bright colored juice and pretended to trip just to throw it right into your face.

“Oops.”

You hated him. You wanted him to die. You were going to kill him.

The whole lunch room was watching. They pointed and giggled with their friends. Some put their hand over their mouths with a gasp. They looked to their friends for approval to laugh. You were humiliated.

His friends cackled loudly in the back, slapping each other and jumping around. The liquid seeped into the s/c t-shirt you wore, leaving an undeniable stain like a scar after a war. It told everyone what just happened to you.

You hated yourself. You wanted to die. You were going to kill yourself.

You snapped. You didn’t know when your body started to move from the drunken feeling of adrenaline. Your fist slamming against his chiseled jawline sobered you up.

The wind up and deliver almost threw you to the floor. You put everything into that punch; your pain, your embarrasment, your tolerance, your suffering, and most of all: your anger.

The sound of your fist reverbed through the lunchroom. The laugher was gone. There were gasps, then there was silence. Dead silence.

The strength of the punch made him stumble backaway from you. He held his cheek in his palm as he looked up at you with a look of surprise and fury. He had no time to block since it was so spontaneous. His cheek began to swell.

The look of bloody murder would’ve made you shit your pants normally. Something about the act of pure revenge coursed through your veins.

“I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU!” Your scream bounced off the wall into everybodys ears. “For all my years of highschool you have hurt me and insulted me! You made my life a living hell! And you wont even tell me what the fuck I did wrong!”

Tears began to well up in your eyes but you swallowed them down to continue your speech. “And I know why you won’t tell me, YOU DONT FUCKING KNOW!” You stepped closer to him to scream the last part in his face.

You pushed him back, he let you. “For YEARS ive been waiting for you to get bored and leave me the fuck alone but you just WONT. I don’t know why the hell you do this to me but I’ll tell you one thing,” you shoved an accusing finger in his face. As you met his fiery eyes you yelled at the top of your lungs: “GROW. THE FUCK. UP.”

The push him back again, he lets you once more. “We’re about to graduate and your going out of your way to fuck with ME! Tellin me I dont have friends, YOU LEFT ALL THE FRIENDS THAT CARE ABOUT YOU! Now your with a whole bunch of fakes that talk shit about you when your not around. YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS TOO! Friends care about you! And NOT ONE, and I mean NOT ONE of your fucky ass hype master ‘friends’ over there give a single fucks ass about you.”

Your voice lowered, “You might be popular but you are fucking insignificant. You’re a sadistic asshole who makes everyone around them MISREABLE!”

Everything from the past 2 years pours out of you like rainfall and you can’t stop it. You want him to feel how you feel. Embarrased and isolated. You want him to feel like a fuck up just like he makes you feel. And he lets you, too shocked to even say anything.

Tears finally pour out of your eyes but you keep pushing. This was your chance and you were not gonna drop it.

You balled up his shirt and dragged him down to meet his widened eyes. His face twistsd with a look that said he was out for blood. He looked astonished where he was petrified to the floor.

He watched the tears fall down your face with his eyes bulging. “You make me misreable.” You spit through gritted teeth. “You make me want to give up and just end it all.” His eyes widen even more at this and his face twists into something sour, like he bit into a lemon of truth and self awarness.

You lower your voice to speak in a clear tone that only he could hear. “And if I do end up just jumping off a building or taking 3 whole bottles of pills or maybe even slitting my wrist, I want you to remember that this was your fault. That you pushed me to this. No one else but you and your influence. And I hope you take it to the grave and die on that hill cause the way that things are looking, I will too.”

The next thing you remember you were pulled away by staff into the office. You were suspended for a week.

You were not excited to go back to school.

#bakugou angst #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #mha x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bully!bakugou

[darkestspring]

Ok hear me out, everyone’s always talking about possessive Aemond, which yeah 100% fair but like what about over the top possessive reader. Like it starts in childhood and reader sees this shy little nerd getting bullied (maybe by siblings jace and Luke) and they just decide Aemond is this sweet little cinnamon roll that deserves better. I love the idea of reader doting in Aemond and just being absolutely batshit feral to aegon and Alicent whenever they mistreat him.

Naturally Aemond falls head over heels for his big strong protector but then years later he’s all grown and handsome and reader now has to fend off all the suitors.

Just two idiots that are each others biggest fans and are so sickeningly sweet to each other but go feral gremlin on everyone else.

THIS IDEA???? OH MY GOD. I HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR THIS.

to be honest, when it all started you hadn't cared that much. Jace and Luke told you all about their little teasing and bullyings, you thought it was childish but didn't think about it too much as you focused of your lessons with the septa, trying to learn how to sew a dragon.

But then to had seen it first hand. You had never seen much if Aemond or Aegon, always so focused on your lessons and becoming a proper princess to appease your mother and father but aemond was a scrawny, timid boy and curled in on himself when they brought up dragons.

You felt kinda bad for him, and kind of irritated that he was just taking it. You left your book behind to walk over, your eyes stony as you gazed at you your brothers. "Perhaps, you should focus on actually mastering your bonds with your dragons instead of incessantly causing all of us headaches by mentioning the same thing over and over again, my sweet younger brother." Your voice was sweet as you spoke to jace but it didn't match your eyes.

Jace flinched back as you reprimanded him while Aemond looked at you with awed eyes. You were the first person to actually defend him.

"Or shall I inform mother and grandfather of your actions?" Your rose an eyebrow at him as he backed off and ran off with luke. You turned to Aemond with a clenched jaw. "Are you seriously just going to let them harrass you?"

"I don't have much of a choice." Aemond murmurs and you feel the headache coming on. This is troublesome. Irritating, but you have no choice but to stick by him and protect him.

"Well, come on." You walk away and he stumbles after you.

#aemond targaryen x reader #THIS IS GENUINELY SO FUNNY