#apologies to those i tag if they didnt wish to be tagged!! you dont have to post and tag others if you dont want

[geekiemire]

I was tagged by @peachybeesplease to do this wonderful picrew! I know most dont do picrews anymore but this one is amazing, cute art and a plethora of diverse choices so you can make yourself(or ocs) no matter what.

(i've also played around with this one before but lost where i did it but i was glad to play around with it again!) https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1469769

I'll tag @voiidfriend, @muume, @justjaythanks, @okayrigamarole, and @friendlyhologram

#it made me happy to be tagged thank you! #apologies to those i tag if they didnt wish to be tagged!! you dont have to post and tag others if you dont want #but i still recommend playing the picrew

[nahalism]

You re getting very long questions &i apologize but i don’t think i can make this one short. Different anon i hope it’s okay to tag along. If i am not wrong here a lot of evolutionary psychologist among others go to the nature argument and state that homosexual orientation as we observe in some humans [so a persistent attraction to the same sex, as opposed to a situational one (for example when a partner from the opposite sex-to whom we are fundamentally attracted to-is not available to them so they ”compensate”)] is unnatural and should be corrected or at the very least accepted like any other mental issue but not normalized, treated as a sexuality disorder (because our purpose is to survive and procreate so everything that leads us away from it is a deviation from whats natural, normal and beneficial in this take, that it’s a dis-order and an undesirable state. That plus the argument that ”problems” with sexuality usually go hand in hand with other disorders and mental problems) the argument i saw is that there are cases of homosexual acts in animal kingdom but apparently it’s mostly either accidental, caused by inability to find a partner of opposite sex or if it does happen to be a persistent purely homosexual attraction then the animal gets somehow rejected (like in monkeys) just like they would for any other deviation from the norm. We can observe that they exclude or even ridicule in their own ways individuals that are ”different”, sometimes in rather cruel ways. So i guess that would make some straight people’s disgust and rejection of homosexual people valid and natural in that scenario?

Just to clarify i am not speaking of or from my own views&mind here & onley chiming in to mention something i have personally heard from professionals, something that has been a big block on the road of my own acceptance of my orientation and sth that irks me if i try to look to animal kingdom for answers/guidance and rely on nature arguments too much because they caused me to feel like a malfunction of it rather than part of it. I’d be most interested to hear what you think. I send well wishes

heyyy, disclaimer, im no authority on what is right and wrong. i dont know what the creators intentions are, i can only speak on my own feelings and convictions (all of which are constantly evolving and changing based on what i learn and come to know)

i have heard similar theories, and other theories that differ in their line of argument but lead to the same conclusion. id be lying if i said some of them didnt have a convincing edge/haven't caused me to question the validity of my own sexual orientation. but ultimately, i live life based on my own convictions and beliefs. you can only fight theories with theories, and im not about to formulate a theory to justify myself because i dont want to have to convince anyone of my right to exist as i am. however, what i do have are my feelings and my experiences. ive loved women, ive loved men, ive loved agender/nonbinary folks, and ultimately it all comes down to the same thing. loving another human being — i can tell you now, the love i felt in those moments, was and is incredibly pure. i have no doubt that god, or whatever you wish to refer to it as (if you refer to it at all), approved. and for me personally speaking that enough.

now.. this is controversial but id be lying if i didnt speak on it.. i do think there is a balancing of poles that occurs when a man and woman are together. something, energetically shifts with the joining of two opposing halves and i believe procreation is merely a metaphor/physical symbol for the creative possibilities that come as a consequence of that merging. i think when two opposite individuals learn to harness their receptive and assertive energies and balance those energies both within themselves and as a pair, a specific energetic portal is opened. other souls (aka babies) can come through that portal, however, so can so much more. (a topic for another time). that being said!!! i also dont believe the main purpose of life for both humans and animals is procreation.

the idea we all just come here to make babies and go is very anachronistic, and even more so with the current overpopulation of humans in the world (7.888 billion -__-). if we were all here simply to procreate, i think we'd have completed that mission and returned to source by now, no? perhaps, we are all here as different expressions of the same energy, gathering intel and experience that with the expression of each life, collectively encourages the evolution of our collective consciousness, thus progressing humanity, the beings we share the earth with, and the cosmos at large, forward — perhaps we are helping the universe learn and understand itself, or perhaps the universe is using us to teach one another its own nature, and the true face of love. thus, the love i have for you, for a dog, for my partner, for my mother, for a random pig etc, all compiles into a 'data bank/record' that creates a feedback loop, and each time i love well, or each time i lack love completely, the universal energy learns, we learn, we self correct, and we come closer to unity, closer to oneness, closer to love. unfortunately, contrast and conflict creates greater evolution and need for evolution that homogeny does. without superficial differences would we recognise the depth of our fundamental similarity? without pain/discomfort, would we wholly grasp the joy of experiencing pleasure/comfort?

anyway, to wrap it up, i believe that we all come here with different missions, and maybe for some, their mission is to practice that balancing of halves, and as such experience a hetrosexual relationship. however, for others, their mission may be something else entirely. it may be learning to love and meld with a reflection of their own energy, it may be teaching people that love can take multiple forms, and that the true definition of love is to take another person as a part of yourself and love them, unconditionally, without prejudice, regardless of who they love, or how different they are to the 'norm'. if my theory that the joining of any two individuals creates a form of energy exponentially larger than their physical form in realms invisible to the eye, that still stands for queer couples. fine, the energy may not take the same form in the sense that a child cant be born from it, but that doesnt mean its any less valid, any less important, or any less magnificent in its capacity for what it is able to create.

humans are full of theories and ultimately we as people have to live in our truths and trust in our own intuition before giving credence to the opinions and theories of other people, because after all, they are just people. they are no different to us, and nor are they exempt from being infalliable. be your self and love who you love proudly because loving in a world like this is never something to be ashamed of.

sending u love and well wishes <3

#ask

[homeshippinglikeapro]

im back because i needed closure so i didnt think about this for the next 24 hours, you said a lot that refused to understand where i was coming from based on a fundamental misunderstanding on how i found your content so let me clear things up so i can at least move on and you dont have to let your rage boil. yes me coming back is digital self harm, i honestly dont give a shit about my needs rn though. i found your junejade post from a recommendation because i follow the #kanaya tag, not from going to your page, i do have situational awareness. second my trigger is very real and because of that, panic turned to anger, turned to rage. not saying i shouldve sent a 3 post diatribe but yknow! i called you terminally online because i was mad, pissed even, that something ive tried to keep away from my eyes as best as possible, hit it in two seconds, with terms ive never heard of because i dont follow the nuances of this shit. i wish you understood better that those were the words of a panicked angry mentally ill person, and not a faceless piece of digital paper for you to tear apart, and that im not just "hating" im genuinely getting upset and losing it, because thats how triggers can go sometimes. thanks for reading, care about yourself and all that jazz /gen im not being sarcastic

ooook, so, a lot to unpack here (didn't wanted to, but oh well).

I accept you apology, don't worry, I know how being triggered by something can be. Not going to tell you that you shouldn't had to do it because 1- I already did, 2- you already recognize it yourself, it would be useless.

I admit I was very defensive, for lots of reasons: first of all, being loud and rude is just part of my personality (sometimes people thinks that I'm rude and mad even when I'm calm); I do get angry very easly but also calm down very easly (so don't worry about me); I tend to get like that mostly when I see somebody attacking innocent people (and I saw your comments as an attack to the person who requested me those drawings, I know NOW it wasn't true, still...); lastly, my community (the com/proship) is always under attack by antis and such (talking from experience).

I genuinly thought you were going to be a pain in the ass for the stuff I post even when I do what I can to let this stuff in the circle of people who WANTS to see this. And also the fact that you send lots of asks very quickly, accusing me and such (+ I woke up at 6 am with this shit) did made me jump-mad.

I'm only sorry that I took your comment as an "example" for other future people who might want to come and being bitches about all I make just because. But I'm not going to apologize for my tone.

For the tags thing, I'm not going to tag my drawings as "incest" for a simple reason: I think it's disrespectful (if you go to my main, you'll notice how I stopped using it). When I had problems, I searched in the incest tag and I still do believe that the tag should be used to discuss traumas, IRL situations, and similar. Don't want to put my very triggering stuff where people go to find solutions, discussions, help, etc, that's why I'm using the fictional/fandom equivalent to it, because, this way, only people who search for it (for coping/shipping reasons) can see it. I KNOW there are many people using the tag to post ship art, not going to be one of them.

With that being said, hope you'll block me very soon, not for me (I can very much handle all the insults and rage), defenetly for you.

Hope that's the clousure you wanted.

#mod pro

[bluupxels]

🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, and publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) ✨🎶

thank yew @simmancy for the tag!! (definitely didnt just type @ kit and was confused why it didnt work). i listen to music literally all day every day so this is hard to narrow down bc i genuinely think i have the best taste in music ever (delusional) but ive been in a kpop mood lately so i picked those

OMG - New Jeans // ive been OBSESSED they put crack in this

MOONLIGHT SUNRISE - TWICE // my girls can do no wrong!! chae’s lower voice in the rap..... 💍 just give me a chance 🧎‍♀️

MIROTIC - TVXQ! // i wish i could go back and hear this for the first time i know i was acting rabid. also 1 of 5 songs by a boy group on my 237 song kpop playlist i only pick the best

BASICS - TWICE // this replaced Rollin’ as the random twice song that’s constantly stuck in my head turned vocal stim

Breakdown - CLC // that day that spotify removed almost all of their songs was my 9/11.. ive never heard a bad CLC song just saying!

BONUS:

LOVE DIVE - IVE // the ooooooohh just makes me 😩💃

fighting my anxiety and actually tagging people 🤼 if you already did it or dont want to do it i humbly apologize @lilialune , @morrigan-sims , @stinkrascal , @lilithpleasant , @monets-pixels , @chimaerae , @llamasimlish okay 7/10 isnt bad

#god i fucking love kpop it makes me so 🥰😊😁 #i started collecting albums aka im only buying twice albums bc i want photocards and all the little treats #twice is my ult i love them so much #tag game #why do i feel cringe tagging people omfg i need to be sedated

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 7 - Long days, short nights. Episode 5.

Congo: So I guess you dont have to tell me what you were running from… but do you mind telling me why you are running? Evan: *I sighed deeply and fumbled around my pockets desperately trying to find my cigs, but quicly realised I didnt have them* Congo: *He smiled warmly and dug his big hands into his jacket pockets, handing me a pack of cigs and a lighter* Dont tell Andy, he doesnt want me to be smoking *he chuckled softly and winked* Evan: *I forced a small smile and lit a cig, smoking it for about 3 minutes before Congo spoke again, in a lowered almost soothing voice* Congo: Look, we can stand here all night being quiet, or you can talk to me. It's not hard for me to know what went on or almost went on between you and my boy when you came storming like that. It's also not hard to realize you liked it, judging by the boner you had with you. Do I have to remind you there is absolutely nothing wrong with… Evan: *I interrupted him, talking in an almost whispering voice* I'm scared…. I'm cofused…. I am lusting for sex with a man… a man…. I don't know what to do… I want him so badly…. *I looked at Congo with an apologizing face* Congo: *He gently placed a big warm hand on my shoulder and looked up at the soft snowflakes that had started falling* Evan… dont worry about me, I already gave you permission, and my permission stands unless you hear something different, which you wont, unless you deliberately treat him wrong or hurt him on purpose. I am absolutely relaxed with the thought of you and him following this road you both seem to want to explore. Evan: *I sighed deeply* but how can I… he is a guy… and as far as I know, Im straight. It's not like I suddenly feel like kissing you or Daniel, or any other man…. it's only him… and not only kissing…. How can I do anything in that direction, with a man when I'm straight? Congo: *He squeezed my shoulder gently and smiled warmly, his darkbrown kind eyes resting on my face for a bit, as if he wished for me to gain the same calmness as they had* Evan… may I ask you something personal? Evan: *I was afraid to answer, but finally forced a mumbled yes from my cold lips* Congo: You love Andy, right? Evan: *I nodded softly* yes… as a friend, yes… maybe more… I dont know? Congo: *Smiled softly* Do you have feelings for Andy? Evan: *Paused a bit* No… I dont think so? Congo: *He smiled warmly and padded my back firmly* Evan, you are a good liar, I have to hand you that… but I see more than just the surface on people… so I ask you again, and please dont lie to me… this whole triangle will be a lot easier if we are all honest. Do you have feelings for Andy? Evan: *I felt my heart beat fast in my throat*….. yes… I think I do…. I mean, I do… but… Congo: *Shook his head slightly* then no buts. Maybe its time you stop looking at Andy as a man, and see him as Andy again? It's kissing Andy, not a man… it's Andy… the person… your friend… And its not having sex with a man, it's having sex with Andy, the person you have feelings for. The person who is in love with you. Evan: *My heart started dancing as he said the last words, I suddenly felt like a teenager drunk on love* Congo: *Chuckled softly and grabbed the Vodka* Cheers! *He took a few mouthfuls then handed it back to me* Take a couple of more sips, you will need it to calm those nerves of yours... Evan: *I smiled shyly and pressed the bottle against my lips, letting the cold Vodka spill down my throat*

#unicornmanes #Congo Shaw #Evan Thompson

[madohomurat]

saying to a friend in a private email "women would like me more if i were born a woman" is not "admitting you only transitioned to get with lesbians." the fact that you say nothing about any of the actually bad things chris chan but did retweet from openly transphobic cis people spreading the lie that she admitted to not really being trans makes it clear what you really care about. You dont want to help her mother see justice, you want to not feel bad about treating other people's lives as reality tv. you dont "envy" people who dont know about chris chan because you had to go out of your way find out about her. no one forced you onto kiwifarms and made you read that shit. The kind of stalking that happened to chris chan happens constantly, and results in far more rape and assault than she is responsible for. her being a bad person doesnt justify any of that. the people who stalked her will continue to stalk countless others the same way, and people like you will feign disgust while eating it up

anon, in all honesty 99% of what i know about chris-chan is word of mouth from friends among other things. i actually dont know what kiwifarms is ive never been there. i genuinely do wish i didnt know anything about chris-chan. i havent been following the case either, i just saw the trending tag on twitter.

i didn't actually know i had retweeted from someone openly transphobic, either, and i apologize for that. i suppose i take peoples word for it solely because im not comfortable going out of my way to research her life even further because again i wish i didnt know anything about it in the first place.

but i can reason that even commenting about it as well as retweeting stuff spreading information that ive never bothered to verify the validity of isnt great of me or anyone else for that matter. i think i will go back and delete them from my twitter at least. i dont know who you are, anon, but im sorry if ive made you feel unsafe for those tweets. if you are someone i know, like a mutual or something, you can talk to me personally also, i dont want you to feel like this is something you have to say to me via anonymous ask. though i also understand if youre upset enough about this that you dont want to talk to me at all.

but i promise you im a very genuine person and you can talk to me about this more one to one, since i really dont know if this answer to your ask will provide you with any clarity or comfort regarding this. im sorry about this.

#cw rape #cw chris chan #cw transphobia

[calangkoh]

what are ur favorite angsty hurt/comfort fics? (specifically ed or al centric, and as gen as possible)

anon ily so much for giving me an excuse to rec fics. Truthfully, ive read a LOT more than these but only bookmark ones i know ill want to reread (bcuz like a movie, sometimes a fanfic is amazing but isn’t one you’d read again) and/or are harder to find than a quick search on ao3, so i apologize i don’t have ALL the best ones on hand.

Your Son (i was so crushed when the author deleted their fanfic account and so relieved to find them on Ao3, granted, hard to find—this one in particular is one of my favorites) parental Roy, Ed gets poisoned from a drink meant for Roy

Babysteps — short one shot where Ed witnesses Roy have a panic attack, soo not exactly Ed centric angst but he’s there

Second Spring — al after ed sacrifices himself to bring his body back. At first i thought this was post-03 but i think it’s an AU

Those Who Carry Burdens — bodyswap fic! i wish there were more of these considering how plausible it feels in canon. imagine the elric brothers just taking turns in the armor fhejjd. but anyway this one’s a gutpunch.

what the water gave me — sickfics in the fma universe just work so well. they just do.

Amber and Gold — i like fics where ed actually acts like a dumb teen, so here’s one where he gets into Roy’s alcohol

Sick — another sickfic, by the amazing Sevlow. tw for self harm. I actually couldnt get through this fic at first because im very sensitive to depictions of cutting, but it’s a great one if you arent as sensitive as me, and the actual act itself isnt depicted!

Do You Feel the New Day Rising? —i recently rec’d this but it’s one of the only Al-centric hurt/comforts i can find. post-mangahood hospital recovery

more angsty ones (usually with themes of torture and whumpy scenarios, but my faves are always the ones that balance well with wholesomeness and comfort):

Stairway to Paradise —obviously. this is one of my faves. and i just finished my reread.

Crash, Buried, and Snow (a oneshot sequel to Number Twenty-Eight, which is also good and I recommend but wouldnt say is necessary as long as you know the premise of the first [I read Snow first and got it], but I like Snow especially cause it’s shorter, skips to the aftermath of the events, and Ed is actually There there for it) by Sevlow. because Sevlow knows how to make you hurt.

Distorted Equivalency — ed and roy get captured. havent read this in a while but i know it has really good characterization

I know a lot of other good hurt/comfort fanfics that i didnt save are ones i found easily just by using Ao3 tags. Just use the hurt/comfort and angst tag, and filter out pairings you dont want and crossovers, add the parental roy mustang tag if that’s what you want especially, and there’s a goldmine.

#ask #fanfic rec

[iaminlovewithtrr]

Christmas with a stranger

This is my submission for 'gift of cheer' by @cordonianroyalty and @texaskitten30. This is the fluff one shot requested by @anjanettaexcordonia.

Characters belong to pixelberry

Pairings:LiamxRiley

A/N: this is the first fic I have ever written, so i apologize for any mistakes. Criticism is openly accepted, negative or otherwise. Feel free to say anything!

Tags: @texaskitten30 @cordonianroyalty

@kat-tia801 @eadanga @xxrainbow-princessxx @knightthunderis @kingliam2019 @anjanettexcordonia @stuti-singh @queenrileyrose @bbrandy2002 @twinkleallnight @bebepac @ladyrileyrussel @hopelessromanticsposts @dcbbw

Summary: Two strangers spend Christmas day with which each other, which changes the rest of their lives.....

Song inspiration: All I want for Christmas is you

Word count:2683

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

Don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I don't need to hang my stocking

There upon the fireplace

Santa Claus won't make me happy

With a toy on Christmas Day

I just want you for my own

It was the morning of Christmas, and Riley was overly excited. She always waited for this time of the year, especially Christmas. Nothing is more enjoyable than sipping cider in the presence of her beloved and enjoying the Christmas meal, she always thoughts. Orphaned at 4 ,she didn't had a blood family to celebrate with , but was blessed with a great deal of foster family and friends. Every year, during Christmas, as a sort of tribute, she spends the entire day celebrating with the children of her previous foster care. Watching those kids playing merrily reminded her of her own good days in the past.

She quickly ate her breakfast and made her way out of her NY apartment, whistling and softly humming to the tune of All I want for Christmas is you, her favorite song.

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you

Baby....

She was so engrossed in her little singing gig that she barely registered the stranger coming towards her, and crashed right into his broad chest, spilling her reticule's content on the sidewalk.

"Oof"she yelped, rubbing her forhead.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Let me help with those! " the stranger apologized.

Riley and the stranger kneeled down at the same moment to collect her scattered belonging, and for the first time the two glanced into each others eyes. Ocean blue eyes locking onto dark ones. Damn... Those eyes.. Riley swallowed.

"Ahem" she softy cleared her thought, quickly collected her belongings, and stood up.

"Sorry for that. Should've watched my steps. " then she quickly disappeared into the crowd, not noticing the stranger eyes on her from behind.

Riley finally arrived at the foster care. Loving hearts. A bit strange name, but filling her chest with warmth nonetheless. She rummaged through her reticule for her Digital key card, but it was not there.

"Uh...?"she muttered. "Where the hell is my keycard? "

After a few moment of searching she gave up. "Im not going to get in there without my key card...."

"Excuse me Miss.... But I belive this is yours. " a voice behind her startled her.

Riley turned around and found herself staring at the pair of those same dark eyes she encountered earlier. I'd recognise those eyes anywhere, even though I had stared at his eyes for less than 5 seconds. The (cute) guy i bumped with!

"Ahem" the stranger let out a exaggerated cough and riley realised that she has been staring at his face for a solid 10 seconds.

"Right.. Ahem... Sorry... I mean... Thank you for returning this. You totally saved my ass--, i mean my...my...job". Way to make a fool of yourself Riley.

The stranger laughed quitly. "Well then I am glad I could save your job. But I should get going."

Just as he turned, a little voice in the back of her head called out to her, and instinctively she reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"Er... Sir... I know this is extremly forward of me... But if you would be kind enough to spend the day with volunteering at the orphanage I work at? We are kinda short-staffed tonight, and there aren't much volunteers. Those children at the orphanage will be quite happy to see a new face. You could spend the with them. And me. If you are free, that is?

Crap. Crap. Crap. This i really asked a random hot stranger to volunteer?! Snap the hell out of it Riley!

Plz say yes. Plz say yes. The little voice inside her screamed.

To her surprise, he gave her a smile. "Id be happy to. I don't have any special plans for today. Btw. "

He smiled, and stuck out her hand to shake hers.

"Liam Rys"

"Riley Brooks". She said she she shook his hand. A familiar electric tinge sparked through her veins as she held his hand. His hand impossibly smooth underneath her. Woah! Are guys even supposed to have this soft hands? I wonder what kind of moisturiser he uses....

"Miss Brooks --"

"Call me Riley. "

"Well ahem, Riley.. it is rather cold outside. What say we make it inside? "

"Oh right."

She quickly swiped her keycard and stepped inside, sighing contentedly as the warm air from the heaters enveloped her. She melted a little inside as she felt Liam's warm body alongside her. Brushing this aside, she focused her attention on the scenario in front of her. Numerous gift boxes piled beneath the Christmas tree... Children merrily running and there... Volunteers mingling with each other and the children... The aroma of the food... And the Christmas songs softly playing in the background. A wide smile played on her lips.

While Riley was busy observing the surroundings, Liam found his sight stuck on the beautiful women he had known for not more than 15 minutes. She was beautiful, in a way that the noble ladies back at home in Cordonia arn't. And seeing her here in here element, smiling widely without giving a damn about public decorum or whatsoever, he found himself attracted to her. And without a second thought, he agreed to volunteer. We'll see how the day goes...

Liam cleared his throat, claiming her attention. "So what needs to be done? "

"As you can see this is a orphanage, so the children here dont have any families to celebrate the holidays with. So each year, myself and many other gather here to celebrate the celebrate with them. Thats what we have to do. Mingle with the children, play with them... And make them feel loved. "

"Sure. I can definately do that. I actually volunteered too at orphanages back home."

"If I may ask, Where are you from?

Liam immediately stiffened at the question. When he asked his father for a quiet getaway before the beginning of the social season, meeting Riley was not on the itinerary. And the fact that he was leaving Tommorow didnt helped either. The last thing he wanted to do was to lie with her, but he wasn't going to destroy these good moments he had with her by revealing that he was the crown prince of cordonia.

"I'm actually from one of the small islands surrounding Greece. "

Before she could open her mouth to ask more, Liam immediately turned away to play with one of the children.

The day went on quite peacefully and quite enjoyable for Liam. Holidays back home were anything besides spending with families. It was all about press conferences and photo ops and disguised motives hidden away in gifts. But here I was a lot more different, the sight of children playfully jostling each other without giving a damn made him smile, as that was the part of childhood he missed.

He suddenly felt a small hand on his shoulder and his pulse quickened at the feel of skin over his clothes. Behind her was Riley, holding a eggnog mug in her hands.

"Not to ruin your volunteering gig, but I got you something. "She said as she handed him the mug. Their fingers brushed, and lingered for just a moment longer.

"Ahem. Thank you. " Liam blushed, his ears turning pink.

Riley chucked softly at his antics. He is already so cute, and looks extra cute while he blushes.

Night came quickly. After winding up all the activities for the day including the gift exchanging and christmas dinner, all the children were put to bed and the volunteers were bidding their goodbyes. Only the foster care staff plus liam was left behind.

Riley glanced around. All the staff were mingling on the rooftop, with only her and Liam left in the main hall.

"Hey.... " she softly asked Liam, who was lounging in a chair beside her.

"Yeah? "

"Will you accompany me for a little walk around the times square? I just wanna clear my head a bit. " And hopefully spend some time with you...

He smiled. "Sure! Just let me get my coats. "

The pair walker out of the building and into the cold, brisk night. Celebrations were in full swing outside. Its called the city who never sleeps for Nothing.

Outside was really cold, and with the softly falling snow Riley barely suppressed the shiver that ran up het spine. Suddenly she felt strong arms around her shoulders and a moment later a coat was wrapped around them.

"I would be a terrible gentleman if a let a beautiful lady like you freeze to death. "

"Beautiful, huh? " she teased.

He blushed. That blush.

They both arrived at the square, staring at the enormous Christmas tree situated in the very middle. The glow of the lights and mini bulbs bathing them both in a gentle bluish light.

"Its really beautiful, isnt it? Riley asked. Just as she turned her head towards him liam's eyes quickly found their ways towards the decoration. Was he really admiring me than the beautiful decoration in front of him? Was it possible that he was feeling the same fluttering in his heart that she felt whenever they interacted? No, it can't be. I am reading onto this too much. We are strangers. Strangers.

"Indeed it is. " Liam quitly whispered, hiding the blush in his cheeks. Crap, she caught him staring at her. I hope she doesnt think i am creep or something. To Liam even the most beautiful decorations paled in front of her, she was more beautiful than any sights he had laid his eyes on. Don't get too attached, Liam. Its temporary. You are going to leave tomorrow. There can nothing be between you and her. You have a duty back home. This is just a little escape from reality. They are strangers. Strangers.

Just then the local band striked up a a waltz. All around them peoples paired up, with Riley watching the couples with a hopeful gleam in her eyes... which didnt went unnoticed by Liam. And in that moment, he knew what he had to do.

Liam bowed a little in front of her, and held out his hand, his other arm draped around his back. "May I have this dance? "

She smiled as she put her hand into his, her pulse quickning, "It would be my pleasure. "

She awkwardly bowed, earning a chuckle from Liam as he sweeped her in his arms, her one hand on his shoulder, his on her waist, their free hand twined together. They elegantly twirled together on the makeswift dance floor, stepping in time to each rhythm. As they glided together, liam couldnt help but gaze down at her angelic face, illuminated by the surroundings. His gaze strayed to her lips just as Riley glanced at him, they met each other halfway as their lips come together in a magnetic kiss. Time seemed to stopped when his lips met hers, and the flutter in their chest intensified. Riley's finger gently curled in his coat as liam tangled his hands in her soft brown curls. She smelled like jasmine, a scent that liam is all too familiar with. Their hands tighten around each other, almost desperately, refusing to let go, their lips moving against each other in perfect harmony. Liam tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest, and Riley softly sighed as she breathed in the scent of him.

For that moment it was only the two of them in the entire world, all the surroundings fading into nothing. Their little bubble of heaven was broken as the pair heard the the sound of clapping and soft cheering. Flustered, Liam grasped her hand and led both of them out of the dance floor and into the streets, grinning all the way.

The two of them found themselves at the threshold of a quint restaurant, and they both collapsed onto the stairs, still holding each other while wearing goofy smiles.

"So... That was.... Something else.. " Riley chuckled.

"Indeed it was. " Liam snickered.

As he glanced down at the lady in his arms, Liam felt a sudden tinge of guilt in his chest. I still haven't told her who I am. I have to tell her.

After her laughter had subsided, Liam gently took her shoulders in his hands and looked square in her eyes. "Riley, can I have a word with you? "

"Yeah... What happened? "

"I haven't told you where I am from, or what I am doing alone in a unknown city without my family. The truth is I am the Crown Prince of a small country called Cordonia. "

Riley stared at him, then burst into laughter. "Haha, Liam, nice joke. If you are a crown prince then i'm Kate Middleton." She stopped laughing when she saw the look on his face. "Oh, you are serious?"

Liam nodded. "Of course. I have no reason to lie to you. I just wanted to let you know that....that...." He struggled to move forward. "That i'll be leaving for Cordonia Tommorow morning. My social season will commence once I get back. I have to choose a bride from all the noble ladies presented to me as suitors. "

Her face fell. "You... You are really going back... I just thought we.... " She trailed off.

"I knew Riley, and I am sorry that I didn't told you sooner. I understand if you are mad--"

"Of course im not mad Liam. You did what you thought was the best. You just wanted a nice time without wandering about your duties."

"I... I wished we had more time together Riley." He whispered.

"Then lets make the most of it. We just have this night tonight, Liam. And I want to make it count. For just this one night let's just be Riley and Liam, two peoples without any obligations.

Riley pointed to the mistletoe over their head, then leaned forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss. He immediately responded, his hand cupping the side of her neck tenderly as she ran her hair through his dark hair. They pulled apart, staring into each others eyes, then their lips came together again, more passionately this time.

"Merry Christmas, Riley."

"Merry Christmas, Liam."

The night was spend together in Liam's suite, tangled in the sheets and in each other's arms.

************

The next morning

Liam woke up in his room.... Alone. He glanced around, none of Riley's belongings were in sight. A single note was on the coffee table beside the bed.

Liam,

I want you to know that the short time I have spend with you more to me than I could describe. You gave me the one thing I wanted most for Christmas...Family. I'm grateful for that. I'm sorry that I had to convey this to you by a letter, but i thought it would be better for both of us. Perhaps we will meet again.

Riley

Liam reached and wiped the lone tear that has escaped on his cheek. "I'm grateful for our time together too, Riley.

**********

Cordonia

It was the evening of the masquerade ball in the palace. Liam was dressed in his usual black regalia with a matching ornate mask. No matter how hard he tried, his thoughts managed to make their way back to Riley. Be a good prince, Liam. She's gone.

Liam stood in the huge elegant ballroom, a queue of noble ladies in front of him. Each lady he encountered, whether it was the poodle loving lady Penelope, the diplomat's daughter Kiara, or his best friend Olivia, made him realize that none of them were her.

The next lady approached, who was adorned in a white angel costume, with a literal halo above her head, her blue eyes peeking out of the glittering mask. Why are those eyes familiar...

"Hello..." Liam greeted her politely. "I don't believe we have met... Have we?"

The women smiled, then reached behind the back of her head to loosen the mask strings, Liam caught a glimpse of a familiar face as she removed her mask.

"Riley..."

#choices stories you play #king liam #king liam x mc #liam x riley #trr liam #trh mc #my first fic #trr

[voidcat]

– the sea and to see

characters: oikawa tooru/gn!reader

wc & genre: 1.6k - comfort :-)

a/n: another finals week where i write an oiks comfort<3 society if i didnt begin oikawa comfort fics everytime i felt down bc i have so many wips.. 

i dont rmr where i wanted this to go but i can’t find any other way to finish so ye,, also!! mentions of drinking, similar vibes to stardust on reader’s state of mind

One step, another and another.

Without looking around, you know where you are, wishing you didn’t. (but there’s nothing to be done about that now.)

Looking left and right, checking in case any familiar face is around, you sink to the ground, regret already filling your ears. A voice whispers and it’s right. This is a bad idea, one of your most stupid ones but then again, you’ve been making a bit too many of these lately.

It’s late but not too late. You weight the option to knock the door and decide against it. You need to get your thoughts straight and make up a plan, and hopefully convince yourself to get up and leave. But it never comes as your head between your hands, you doze off far far away and forget you’re ever there, lost somewhere in space.

You snap back with a shake, or a nudge on your shoulder. It feels different, a shadow over your vision, weather a bit colder now.

The shadow moves and you realize. 

Note to self to never zone out again to avoid further falling asleep out in the open public. And as this passes by your eyes, he shuffles on his feet, possibly waiting for an explanation or at least a little bit of your attention on you. So you look up and he scrunches his nose in reply, the same stern look, cold eyes and disapproving face you see all too often.

A minute passes. Or maybe it’s a second or five, you’re not sure. You haven’t been good with time, not before and certainly not now. Letting out a breath, hands hanging from both sides you slowly begin to get up.

Once your mouth open, your words sound quieter than you’d like, and slower too. You must’ve slept for a while.

“Look, if you’re wondering why I’m sitting by your door, at god knows what o’clock, never mind it, just forge-“

“All I care about is you moving your ass right now.” He says (rudely interrupts your sentence) and you want to roll your eyes at him, so you do.

He only looks more annoyed now.

“You’re blocking the door.”

Oh, right…

The keys clink to one another, dance in the air for a while and do not struggle in the hole, get in and turn without a trouble, get out without a break. Even his door opens as smoothly as him.

This, only makes it worse.

“Yes, ‘oh’, so if you have nothing else to say, I’d like to rest.” Oikawa says as he steps in, and you cannot help but worry, again, even though it’s stupid and there’s no logical reason for you to get upset over his rudeness, because really… Isn’t this how the two of you go back and forth almost daily? Isn’t it given? The norm?

Except for some nights, comes that whisper again, and you want to argue back: ‘Weren’t you the one who told me this was a bad idea from the start?’

The jingling noise of the keys snap you out of your head again and you find Oikawa still standing at the edge of the door, waiting. For you to say something, you realize and you shake your head. Because this was a stupid idea from the very start.

But your brain disagrees; as Oikawa can tell from a single look at you that you’ve been doing it again, arguing with yourself and as you make a turn to leave, you feel your muscles move and speak: Can I come in?

But his body acts before you do and already makes way, not a comfortable enough space, for you.

This is, albeit, not the first time you’ve seen Oikawa in a different light but the moments are few and rare, it doesn’t take more than one hand to count them all.

The first time is in an awfully shitty, dim and almost orange-ish light. Maybe it’s yellow, you don’t recall well but the plaster on the walls make it seem like those pumpkins. It’s a mundane night, not one to stand out, the nearest liquor shop further away than the nearest bar and god, you really need that drink and it’s late at night.

And the first thing you have see upon stepping in, has to be a badly disguised Oikawa. Body language enough can tell he’s trying his very good to blend in, sitting in the far back but as always, he somehow radiates. The looks of many on his crunched shadowed figure, looking so strange to the man he often is in the day time.

And you make no noise as you enter. No bell on the door, no bartender to greet you as you get inside, everyone too busy dwelling in their self to even glance your way yet as if in script, like you’ve practiced this many times before, he looks up, his face unclear of emotion.

You sit by the bar and opt to ignore him.

The second time, doesn’t quite go like this. Not the third, the fourth and the nth…

Next thing you know, Oikawa Tooru provides to be an amazing drinking buddy.

He doesn’t participate in the drinking bit that often but he’s respectful of your resigned silence and you of his. There lays mutual respect for whatever it is you’re both in.

Those nights don’t start off bad so often but you never know, not really. But the endings start to get… calmer, neutral, you can feel yourself numbing to the feeling but your burden lightened.

It’s those nights that you forget how Oikawa is like in the day time, how the two of you are like. You decide, you like this Oikawa more, he feels different, his silence comes different. Even the way he still has everyone in the room’s atention on him, many at bay to be at his feet on a single command, mesmerized by his sole presence and still it’s not like how it is when the sun is up. The self stuck up behavior you’re so used to seeing is gone, no cocky smiles, no pride in his eyes, the glint is his eyes now empty.

It feels alien.

Yet you feel closer to this version of him, even if it doesn’t exist often.

Hearing the keys jiggling against one another, you’re back again. No doubt you dozed off, not even for just a minute this time.

More like time paused and a film going through your eyes as if you’re watching a show, seeing a flashback scene to clear things out.

Oh how you wish that’s how it was; easy.

But reality is cruel and things are barely clear. So you have to blindly swim in the dirty water or like a fish writhe in a poodle, desperate for some water.

Standing at the entrance, you wait.

He comes back soon after, clothes changed, a glass of water in his hand, head slightly titled and walks to the couch.

So you follow.

It doesn’t feel as foreign to be alone with him under proper lights, on a nice couch that smells nice. But considering how they are both places strangers to you, it’s no surprise.

Water left untouched, Oikawa’s gaze is on you but neither makes a move. Not a single car passes by, no sound can be heard from outside, it’s too quiet, compared to the places you’ve been at the same as him. It feels eerie.

Making your own noise sounds better in your head, so you focus on your breathing, on his, the tapping of your fingers against your leg, the shuffling of his shirt at his every move…

“Listen…” you take a breath. “I didn’t mean to, you know, barge in.” Breathe out. “I don’t… don’t even know how I got here frankly and-“

“You don’t have to apologize.” Jerk, you think, who said anything about an apology?

“I had to come here wth you once, I guess you weren’t as black out as I assumed that night.”

What you meant to say long forgotten, you find yourself on alert. “How come?”

“I drove you to your place?” It sounds more like a question, to check if you remember.

“Why would you do that?” your words, your voice sound foreign to you, a tone you haven’t heard in too long.

He just shrugs in a “why wouldn’t I?” way.

Your fingers intervened, eyes somewhere on the edge of the glass, you go back to the silence moments ago. It doesn’t feel as quiet now, as sound filled the air once, as your thoughts start to get loud in unspeakable manner, words in a language that never existed.

He seems as lost, not as deep in as you maybe, but still lost, just better at concealing with a smile.

“So what brings you here?”

You hear but do not grasp, it sounds too far away. Ears and throat filled, lungs numb and limbs cold, every sound is behind a veil, except for the beating of your hear echoing in your ears, in a last attempt, the pressure driving you mad.

“Hey.” He reaches again, this time placing a hand on your shoulder, barely touching but enough to pull you out. Just like feeling the sun on your skin for the first time in a long while, eyes sting and your skin itches, the wind feels too cold and a shiver goes down. But your body relaxes, lungs still intact, the pressure disappearing with each beat.

“Are you okay?”

Head shaking and arms around you, you don’t register. It always felt like this, it always feels like this, drowning and gasping for air, desperate to hold on to something but everything slips away and in a final attempt, limbs grow tired, your body exhausted.

“I didn’t want to be alone tonight.” You don’t hear yourself say.

The weight on the couch shifts. “Do you want some water?” you barely hear him say.

There’s no taste of salt to dry your insides, feeling refreshed for the first time in a while, you can open your eyes without a much trouble.

tags: @celosiiaa​ @ywanfen​

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa tooru one shot #oikawa tooru comfort #oikawa tooru fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #oikawa scenarios #oikawa tooru scenario #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! x you #reader insert #gender neutral reader #hq oikawa #tooru oikawa #tooru x you #tooru x reader #idk what else to tag

[soft-ris]

Hii can i so the sls thingie with mista pleasee. Im a 5ft3 brownskin sagittarius  ENTPA very bubbly happy confident & energetic. I often brighten up a room & have everybody laughing. Im goofy & have a funny laugh as ive been told. Im often very laid back but at times i can get aggitated quite easily & lash out without meaning to. Im actually really lucky too 🤸🏾‍♀️I love rollerskating & running. Iam known for being sassy & good at defending myself & those i care about. I DONT tolerate disrespect but can take a joke.iam VERY impulsive so i often make bad decisions and often act based on my emotions. I have a rbf so ppl are often intimidated by me at 1st. I often get stared at and approached in public because of my figure and hair so I hope he can handle with that lol. I often come across as blunt and brutally honest at times because i dont like to beat around the bush. I often wear out my big afro or i wear braids as a protective style. Iam very educated despite always messing around in school and get good grades. Iam very opinionated so will argue with my points for hours and 9/10 i would win. Iam very laid back and often tease my friends and iam quite childish and like messing about and i like playing lazer tag and games like that. I have very weird videos in my camera roll without context that I send to people to make them laugh. I think one of my best personality traits is that I send random voice notes of cupkakkes song deep throat or just 18+ asmrs for their reactions 😏i dont really mind any troupes but i like the one where they both meet and have bad 1st inpression of eachother like they didnt like eachother at first. Thank youuu❤️❤️

Your shōjo love story began with a...

...enemies to lovers!

Mista Guido doesn’t like you. Not after that horrible first impression of you handing him a packet of cookies during your introduction. Not that that wasn’t a good thing though! He appreciated it at first, until he saw that there were FOUR damn cookies in the bag. And so he was convinced that you were trying to curse him.

You don’t like him either. Who the hell was this bastard to yell at you for giving him four fucking cookies?! Screw him, you thought and for a while, that was how it was between the two of you — heated glares and lashing comebacks. It was as if the two of you had knives up against each other’s throats — until he didn’t anymore.

Mista doesn’t really know when or how he started to wish that the two of you were on nicer terms, but he does. So desperately. Maybe it was your humour? Or how you seem to lift the mood of every room you walked into. Or how funny you were. Or how playful, and sassy, and just so gosh darn cute you were. But he knows he has to apologise to you, and god, he hopes to hell that you accept his apology and request for a fresh start.

#guido mista #mista #jjba #jojo #jojo’s bizarre adventure #golden wind #vento aureo #sls #MISTA WOULD SO HAVE SUCH A DIVISIVE FIRST IMPRESSION LMAOOOOO #but he doesn’t look like the type to hold grudges for long either so tbh enemies to lovers is pretty spot on for him imo🤔 #well I mean I say enemies but I don’t mean like diavolo kinda enemy or like enemies that has killed someone he cared about LMAO

[nyanpoe]

(Rough) summary of the last NatsuYuu arc

Featuring chapters 106 and 107, “Visiting a late friend”. 

Note that my japanese isn’t the best, so i might have misunderstood some things.

Also: my own personal notes are in cursive.

In chapter 106 Natsume takes the wrong bus home after going to some far town (if i remember correctly Touko had asked him to run an errand or smth). Yorishima gets on that same bus and after seeing each other (they were like the only ones in the bus) they start chatting. If i remember correctly, Yorishima had offered to show him the correct bus/way home, but he was on his way to return a book to an old friend (named Kusakabe) he used to exchange letters with who had already passed away, so Natsume offers to accompany him.

We get some more insight into Yorishima’s character, how he’s pretty grumpy, asocial and a shut in. If i remember correctly, in the book he was going to deliver, which was one that Natori retrieved from his mansion in the Miharu arc, he found a letter where Kusakabe told him to go visit him someday.

When they get to the house of Yorishima’s old friend, they are greeted by his 3 beautiful daughters AND feel a weird presence in the house.

The chapter ends with Yorishima telling Natsume that Kusakabe only had 2 daughters, not 3.

Here 2 cute screenshots i took of the chapter

Chapter 107 (later part) starts with one of the letters Kusakabe wrote to Yorishima, where he talks about how he can hear his daughters (note: 娘, musume) played despite having told them to being quiet as he was writing. He also notes how he likes it when it’s lively, and contrasts it with Yorishima’s hypothetical reaction.

The daughters (who are all a bit weird and very pushy) talk a bit about Yorishima and how much their father used to talk about him. Once they leave the room, Yorishima and Natsume discuss how one of them might be an ayakashi, as he is sure Kusakabe had always wrote in his letters about only 2 daughters. 

Yorishima starts cursing about how nothing good happens whenever he leaves his house and apologizes to Natsume for dragging him into such a mess. Natsume then realizes he feels like his old self, and reassures him that going all this way for his friend is a very important thing and he'll tag along, for Kusakabe's sake, and mentally adds for Yorishima’s sake too. Natsume then kicks Nyanko-sensei outta the room and tells him to go investigate which daughter might be the imposter (since he was just eating cake and being an ass lol).

Natsume asks if there’s lead to tell apart the fake one, but Yorishima says that none of them resemble Kusakabe physically, although their mannerisms sometimes do. 

AND WE GET A FLASHBACK OF THEIR COLLEGE TIME.

In it, Kusakabe tells Yorishima (after failing to feed him an onigiri) about how he should have also gone watch the meteor shower, how pretty it was etc and how the stars seemed to go and fall from all directions, to which Yorishima was like bruh how could that be and if it wasn’t perhaps a tanuki or ghost playing a prank on him. Kusakabe says that maybe that was the reason why the rest didn’t seem to react to it, but that was all the more reason why it would have been merrier if Yorishima had been with him.

Yorishima immediately tells Kusakabe that he should confess to Kyouko-san already and that he actually would have wanted to see the meteor shower with her instead, leaving the other quite dumbfounded as meddling into other’s affairs (or even caring) was pretty out of character of him. Yorishima just answers that if his roommate is being a pain he won’t get peace either so he should be done with his business. He also tells him that he’s a good man, so there’s no way he’ll get rejected.

~end of flashback~

After that we get a 4 pages Nyanko-sensei pov of spying on the girls, who start acting all creepy, making him freaks out and run away.

The last page has a letter from Yorishima to Kusakabe, in which he thanks him for the last letter and congratulates him, saying he was surprised when he learned about his 2 daughters.

Back to Yorishima and Natsume, Yorishima seems to hold his arm, making Natsume worry and ask if it doesn’t hurt (thinking to himself that it’s the rumored ayakashi arm, and wonders if it’s really true) but the other says he was just deep in thought. They discuss about the daughters again, saying that if they look like kusakabe, what similarities they have etc. Since they dont look alike natsume asks if they dont look like the wife then, but Yorishima says he actually doesn’t know about the wife, neither name nor face. He never got to meet her, as he never met Kusakabe after college again. He says that Kusakabe wrote whatever came to mind in his letters and never got to tell him about getting married not his daughters being born, but mentions that he used to date a girl called Kyouko when they were in college. He says that they looked very happy and (not sure of the jp wording here) just looking at each other/at them? made them blush. 

Natsume assumes that that must have been his wife then, but Yorishima says that she had died in an accident. He talks about how Kusakabe used to be pretty depressed after it, but since he didn't want to make Kyouko sad he came back to his usual self eventually. Still, he didn’t date anyone after that, that’s why he was very surprised when reading the letter talking about his daughters. Knowing that he was able to form a family, after everything that happened, made him so happy he started trembling.

Nyanko-sensei interrupts them and cries a bit about how the girls were Too Much. After that, the lights go off and Yorishima runs to check that the girls are ok. He starts mildly gay panicking bc he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to his friend’s house. He says to himself that it would have been better if Kusakabe had at least told him how his daughters were called, and remembers the note in the book asking him to come pay a visit someday.

He runs into the youkai and asks who is she, to which she replies that she is kusakabes daughter. Yorishima says that he only had 2 so that's not possible but she says that Kusakabe just never got to tell him about the 3rd (among us voice kinda sus). She tells him that if he catches her she'll tell him the full story. While chasing for her, he starts shouting that it’s Kusakabe’s house, even if he passed away, saying in his mind “isn’t anywhere anymore”, it’s the house of his dear friend, and he won’t forgive her if she tries to do something to his beloved daughters.

He catches the youkai and: turns out all the daughters were DOLLS.

Apparently, Kusakabe bought 2 dolls at an antique shop and when writing the letter, he used the word musume, which can mean either daughter or simply young girl. The daughters say he had realized that Yorishima misunderstood and thought he meant biological daughters, but decided to play along and keep using musume when talking about them. And so, when Yorishima visited him, he would learn the truth. He looked forward to when he would come and find out.  That’s why the dolls decided to carry on with that wish, and tell him about how fun and merry Kusakabe’s time there had been.

(Here comes the part where I’m not really sure about some things, and I’m not sure either what they are referring to Exactly so I might have misinterpreted it.)

The dolls say they were actually upset at him for never once visiting Kusakabe, but that seeing his arm they understand he couldnt come. Then, Natsume thinks to himself "to his dear friend... (deepl translation:) in the midst of all the bewitchment...". Yorishima here regrets not being more sincere in his replies to the many letters Kusakabe sent because he thinks that’s probably why he stopped sending them (i think?),and the daughters ask him if he knows why he died. When Yorishima says he heard he died of illness, they say: "yes, the reason is similar to yours (that i understand maybe i read it wrong). he simply stopped sending letters when he lost the strength in his handwriting". (when he didnt have enough strenght to write properly basically, bc that’s shittily worded).  Here they show that Kusakabe told his daughters that Yorishima is very intelligent and his own handwriting was very strong and beautiful, so he would notice and get weird worries. 

The daughters then say that there are a lot of letters he never got to send. 

In one of those letters, he writes Yorishima that he had ordered a new doll for his daughters, so it seemed like his house would become even more lively (and also something about a job but idk if it refers to the doll or smth else). A sepparate bubble shows: “one day, when you come...”.

With the book being returned, the daughters have then acomplished their mission. When they leave Natsume wonders what will they do from now on.  Here Natsume wonders about Yorishima’s regrets, the reason why he couldnt pay a visit to his friend, and his own duty with the book of friends.

Yorishima thanks Natsume for his helps and Natsume says its a good thing he came to see him (aka Kusakabe). He is holding the book open, and as the wind makes the pages flip one last note, with a pretty shaky handwriting ,appears between them. Natsume asks what does it say.

Yorishima says that it just says as usual, just some foolish things.

#spoilers #better link and share privately instead of reblogging #because i added some manga screenshots

[melaboveall]

Cancel Culture is Toxic

The moment you people will realize how toxic the cancel culture community is the moment your lives will be so much more peaceful. Cancel culture is so toxic and inconsistent. These are not people who you should be reaching out to online for help and guidance. These are also people you don’t need as your friends too  unless they get their shits together mentally and gain peace within themselves becuase all I ever see them do to you is spread hate. They are like High School or Elementary school kids in adults bodies but even worse. You see cancel culture it was nice at first, I admit, when it was about calling out homophobes, rapists, sexually assaults, racists, abusers, murderers, rape apologists, those type of things but then it got out of control. The wrong people y’all looked up too became the voices for yall because they refuse to even hold themselves accountable and lash out at others for their current wrongdoings. Sometimes cancel culture is so toxic that what the person did wasn’t even bad. The problem is "cancelling" someone now has become an excuse for bullying someone online you don't like. Also to be mean to others because of their ego has these toxic fanbases liek them knowing they’re going to defend their trash behaviors. 

You really bully someone into apologizing and then have the nerve to tell them their apology isn’t genuine.  It's kind of like "I don't like something that you said, so now I will proceed to ruin your life so that no one else can see the content which you produce".

Are you really using cancel culture to really hold people accountable? But then in the back of my mind, the questions I need to ask now do you want them to change, be dead, get fired, or show you dislike someone? My heart is different, I don’t want those to die, I do want them to change if the mistake wasn’t that bad but I’ve seen most of y’all really wished death on people even for something so small and when people can learn better from that and that’s really a big problem. Y'all didnt grow up to hold people accountable or become woke like y’all think yall did and this shows. If you want to hold people accountable look at yourself in the mirror because the way your energy has been showing it isn’t it. You’re using cancel culture as an scapegoat to hide it behind your hurt and hatred to take out on others. So you have lived your like being this perfect person with no wrongdoings or mistakes? That’s what it sounds like. Look at how you’re acting now. You’re not woke, you’re hurting. You’re not woke, you got deep rooted anger within you. You’re not woke, you’re bitter. You’re not woke, you became toxic. But why is it time to say you’re wrong you get sp upset to take shots at others? So it’s okay for you to call out others to hold them accountable but the moment it’s time for you its wrong? Check your egos. 

People of the cancel culture will do anything to ruin a person’s name even if it means digging deep into their past to look for one single bad decision they made. Cancel culture implies that human beings don't have the ability to change or grow from their mistakes. People can get cancelled over something they did multiple years ago, which isn’t always a true reflection of the person they are today. People grow and change. Nobody is the same as they were when they were younger. You can get cancelled for doing the smallest little thing wrong. It’s ridiculous. And the moment people try do do some good you have to reminds others of the bad. Maybe you don’t want them to change to become a better person for yall own guilts that maybe you’re hiding to make you feel better about yourselves. Get you some therapy please instead of creating a toxic platform on the internet and teaming up with internet friends you dont know personally but can relate to your mentality to bully and humilate others. You probably was that loner in school, now you’re taking whatever you went throught out on others growing up and teaming up with internet folks relating like yourselves “calling out” folks.  I promise yall will feel better about yourselves if you stop emulating your high school bullies and trauma bonding with other adults who haven't grown since either. 

You put on blast, constantly dragging someone while tagging your internet friends 24/7 threatening to unfriend them if they don’t unfriend that person themselves because you have a problem with them or they’re whatever they are to you or pick at everything that doesn't align with your views and your experience. And when you don’t feel like unfriending you’re apparently caping for that person or “allowing them into your space.” You need to get off the internet and get a life if you really think that. I mean go ahead and unfriend and block me then because you fail to realize how draining that gets to constantly being told to unfriend or block whoever you have a problem with. It’s all drama from you at this point. 

If were being honest, at this rate everyone in this world will be cancelled at some point because everyone has done something they have better themselves in. Everyone has made some mistake or a bad choice once in their lives.  As long as it’s not rape or murder or being a pedophile who cares?

I’ve seen people forgive others for THEMSELVES and still be cancelled only just because you yourselves want to hold that grudge and not forgive. It’s scary to think you’re not allowed to forgive the so called problematic anymore. It should be called bully culture instead of cancel culture. 

The other big issue with cancel culture is that it doesn't really tackle the issues it is against. Silencing people with views, opinions, ideas you don't like doesn't challenge or make those go away. It just builds resentment and increases the distance between people. Now I feel y’all caused people scared to voice their own opinions because you’re going to get others to drag that person and put on blast. Talking and listening to people brings us together.  We say “mental health is so important”, then we wreck peoples’ mental health by “cancelling” their existence and voice.

If you’re really this type of person I really don’t want you into my space. You fanbases of these type of people are dangerous too. Get you some help instead of being on the internet trying to drag people all the time. The problem is you more than you think of others you’re trying to drag and cancel.  

#diary

[voidselfshipp]

[Violet Fan]

Arno x Jerico

I used Google translate so if anything Wonky y'know why

Often times parties were a sign of richness and greed.

An special event to celebrate something perhaps too.

Arno,always attracted to these kind of events found his way in.

The colossal Palace was brightly lit with chandeliers hanging from the ostentatious ceilings ornamented with gold and contrasting the white walls.

"Why this big of a party?", he asked himself.

The french Man bumps into someone,they drop their purple fan.

--Oh my most sincere apologies madame

He picked the item up and handed it to the person.

Their eyes meet, its a beautiful woman, porcelain skin and sharp features,big green eyes.

Her eyes were most peculiar, arno felt his breath hitch, he swore they were shining under her cute Hat decorated with sunflowers,Like emeralds under a candle.

Her hair in a bun covered by said hat with a few loose strands of hair.

Her attire was most peculiar, It looked familiar yet New to him.

18th century gown with earthy colours, another dress or something with some kind of turtle neck stamped with sunflowers.

--Oh dont worry--she said in a subtle accent he never heard before-- im too clumsy too

Then a Man,taller than arno looked at this mysterious girl, and spoke to her in a foreign tongue.

--hir kazwiv--(yes father) she answered back--Im sorry but I have to go

And so like that the Man and that enigmatic Lady dissapeared Into the crowd.

Who was she? What language was that?.

--You really outdid yourself this time Ray!

Jer pulled down on the Mans sleeve.

--Dont give me that look we still have to wait 100 Years more to reveal ourselves.

The Man sighed,he loved her daughter dearly but he had to admit that sometimes she was too much to handle.

--That doesnt mean you shouldnt let me have fun!besides he only gave my fan back!.

--ah mr Karuma Von terra and ms. Jerico Von terra,glad you could make it, is france too much to handle?

Ray wants to roll his eyes so bad,but he shakes his head and forces a smile-- not at all

--we Will discuss our arragement with you mr.von terra , let your daughter enjoy her stay at the Palace and have fun , oh and heres the keys to your bedroom ms.Von terra

Jer quickly takes the keys and puts it in her dresses inner pockets,terrans fashion was way out of this centuries reach.

Ray cant say anything before his daughter runs away from his grasp.

Both men walk alongside the other.

--Sadly mr Morgan couldnt make it,being a doctor took a toll on him,however he did say he Will come by to say hello.

Ray nodds

--Children huh?

The terran Man smiles --Yeah, rowdy bunch,however jerico seems to be having fun, shes a Smart kid,sadly until our reveal to the world isnt done I am afraid I cant let her get into trouble,we cant delay this any longer

His companion nodds and guides him to an Office.

Meanwhile,her daughter was talking with some of her father acquaintances.

She politely excused her leave and decided to find some more food to munch on.

The crowd seemed thick and busy.

Arno was looking everywhere for that girl, so much he started to sweat and he rested against a wall.

A soft breeze reached his face and when he Turned to see what was causing it, he felt dumb.

--too warm?--It was that woman she was looking for.

--Im afraid so...., Arno Victor Dorian

--Jerico Von Terra

He softly grabs her spare hand and kisses the back of it.

Her cheeks flush and she lets him hold her hand for a bit longer.

They Keep eye contact for a bit too, and suddenly, realizing that it was in fact too busy for their liking.

The french Man noticed that something was wrong,jeri seemed twitchy and unconfortable.

--Everything okay mademoissele?

She can only shake her head and thats when he realizes shes overwhelmed by the huge crowd.

He nodds and puts a hand on her Lower back trying to find an exit.

There, a stair that leads up to the guest bedrooms.

He pushed her closer to him as they passed the gatherings of people,helping her up the stairs.

Once on the upper floor she makes a signal to arno, he follows up to her bedroom.

Its spacy with decorations on the walls and ceilings,flowers And a big bed, he thought that maybe three people could fit in there.

Jerico sat on the bed, the Man sat with her and grabbed the fan from her shaky hands, using it to cool her down.

She hasnt spoke and whatever was left for him to do was to hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder and then down to her bicep to push her against his chest while still fanning her.

--Thank you

She whispers pressing her head to his chest.

The frenchmans cheeks flush red and tightens his grip around her.

He hasnt felt this way since....since elise,rest in peace.

His heart healed from old wounds a long time ago, and suddenly he felt it Flourish again at the sight of her.

--Anything I can get you?

He asked.

--Maybe water,and could you tell a servant to inform mr von terra that im here?

--Hes your father I suppose?-- she nodds- very Well miss ill be right back....

Arno leaves giving her back the fan, asking for a glass of water and telling a maid to deliver the message to jericos father.

Now the night went on , so did the party.

Altough Ray did not approve of arno being alone with jerico in her room,he trusted his daughters judgement for once.

Jer was looking out the balcony, arno comes from behind and squeezes her shoulder--How are you feeling now belle? (Beautiful?)

--alors vous demandez à tout le monde comment vont-ils?(so thats how you ask everyone how are they?)

--seulement ceux qui me semblent jolis(only to those I find pretty)

--And you find me pretty?

--oui (yes)

Arnos hand holds jericos as they lean into the other,his spare arm hugs her waist and Jers falls loosely around his Lower back.

Their lips press togheter for an instant,before parting away and then again meeting the other.

He felt like not letting go, he didnt want to leave tonight.

He felt his heart explode in Many colours as the vitraux in the cathedral when the sun hits it.

--Stay?--she asked softly as their foreheads pressed togheter.

--How long Will you stay?I cant say goodbye now

Jer felt her chest warm, and pressed a soft kiss on his lips again--A month maybe,but I do wish to see you again monsieur dorian...

Arno lifts her up like a bride and carries her back to the bed where he promptly lets her back rest and hover above her, letting his head fall on the crook of her neck to then cuddle her in said bed.

--Then ill stay

Jerico smiles , hugging him tightly.

Arno knew almost nothing about her,but this whole night felt right.

--bonne nuit chéri(good night sweetheart)

--bonne nuit mon prince( good night my prince)

And they were just getting started.

Every afternoon while Ray discussed the affairs that had brought them there, jerico and arno would sneak out to eat something at the most beautiful cafes in france.

Walk among the shore, and travel the markets.

When the clouds were present and the rain fell mercislessly upon france, they would be found in bed, cuddling eachother in the dark as the fireplace cracked.

And slowly,jer started to reveal who she was.

But not things like,what she liked, what interests she had,wich books she read,he found out about that the first week they spent togheter.

No, where she came from,why so much mistery upon their arrival.

She was a princes from a Place yet to be discovered,or to be revealed to humanity.

He had to spend a whole day processing all the information he was given.

And, yet that only made him want her more.

But love grew and the month fled away fast.

Both lovers were scared of separation, they couldnt be appart for long.

Ray,who had loved as strongly as his daughter did, decided to let her stay in a Palace in the outskirts of france in wich arno would move in a couple of weeks after.

Jer had the opportunity to leave france whenever she wanted.

But seeing that her love for arno was too big,as were his, it seemed that it would be a long time before that would happend.

Now,in a hot summer day, jer was under a tree, Reading when she felt a breeze.

--Mon amour...--her boyfriend said using the same purple fan who helped them meet to cool her down- May I get a kiss?

Jeri giggled at the dorkiness of arno, and nodded, kissing him softly.

They were not letting go any time soon.

《OKAY TO RB AND GUSH IN THE TAGS》

#f/o community #romantic f/o #f/o #f/o x s/i #self shipping #my f/os #self ship #self insert #f/os #f/o tag #f/o fic #arno

[lostnfinding]

i recently learned about rick riordan's writing being stereotype ish and like... not the good stuff i thought it was. now im sad bc there r so many issues with like representation and like i can't really do anything about it :( i feel so useless bc all i can do is educate myself? and idk if i can enjoy any of the books anymore... idk i just feel bad about myself thinking they were good representation. i'd like to talk abt this with my younger sibling but idk how... sorry im really lost rn.

hey... ive been seeing that too, and honestly im also pretty confused. from my point of view, rick did do a few things wrong, but he didnt seem to do them intentionally. im really bad at reading people, so this can be wrong, but from what i can sense, he really tries to be inclusive as much as he can, but him being a white, cis, straight male doesnt really make that his strongest point.

i know he made mistakes, but i personally cant stop enjoying his books. they are one of my "hyperfixations", and they were one of the only things i had when i was going through really tough times... plus, they were what brought me and one of my best friends together... i have a deep connection to those books, and i realize that they arent perfect, but they are a big part of my life that i just cant let go of.

its like harry potter: its been a part of my life since i was 5. my 7th birthday was harry potter themed, and it was all i knew gow to talk about for years (probably between my firsts "hyperfixations" and the one that lasted the longest). i have too much of an emotional connection with those two series to stop enjoying them. jkr is just a terrible person, thats a fact, but that doesnt mean we cant enjoy hp anymore. for me, its heartbreaking everything she does, but i decided just to not support her anymore. i wont buy new book editions, i wont go watch new movies, and i wont buy merch.

sure, rick did a lot of things that arent really nice. but he did open a lot of doors. a little while after i finished the heroes of olympus series, i started questioning my own sexuality, and having nico there was actually pretty helpful. it showed me i wasnt alone. the stereotypes can be (and are) harmful, im not going to mask that, but i honestly dont have that much authority or knowladge to talk about this.

i am part of a few minorities he represented (sexuality and gender minorities, and neurodiverse people) but not all, so its not my place to talk about the other side of things.

i still have to do more reaserch, and if i said anything wrong, i apologize. i tried my best to be as uncontrovesial as possible, and give you my personal expirience on that. various people have various expiriences, and im in no place to talk about those

i wish i had people to tag and help you, but i only follow a couple pjo blogs, so i dont have much stuff.

i really do reccomend you do a deep dive in the fandom and the books, so you can conprehend the situation better, and draw your conclusions and opinions from that

and about talking to your sibling: i would suggest aproaching them with a certain character (piper, for example) and talking to them about who she is and how she was potraid, and also look in the point of view of people in her place (native americans, in this case). you could do that to as many characters as you want. be pacient, depending on your siblings age, they may take a while to understand, but if you explain it properly, after doing your reaserch, they will understand.

im sorry i couldnt help more

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #riordanverse #riordan books #rick riordan #asks? for me?

[neverendingparable]

Tw: verbal abuse, transphobia, suicide mention, self harm mention

Somehow it feels like they always end up here. The tension in the air is thick enough to suffocate in. Maso pretends not to notice as he shrugs off his jacket and walks into the dining room.

Ezra is already sitting at the table, waiting silently. His face is neutral but the coldness radiating off him is unmistakable. A calm before the storm and with the stillness he watches Maso, it seems like the storm will be catastrophic.

The routine feels familiar, although Maso can't recall the last time they fought. Perhaps it was always brewing in the underground, waiting for the perfect moment to bubble up.

He sits across from Ezra dutifully and offers a hesitant smile.

'Let's talk,' he wants to say. 'Let's work it out.'

Ezra doesn't return it, but his gaze has darkened.

"I have something to tell you." He says curtly.

"Sure." Maso tries not to sound too eager. Talking is so much better than brewing in this angry silence and he wants to know what he did wrong so he can change it. He feels indebted to Ezra somehow, guilty despite not knowing what he was guilty about.

They've been living together ever since they graduated out of high school and moved from their home town. At first it seemed to go well, and there were times when they could've been called boyfriends. Ezra was supportive despite Maso's disfigurement and it felt like everything that had plagued them in childhood had disappeared. 

It was just Maso and Ezra against the world, until a coldness settled in between them and Maso found his friend distancing himself more and more as the days went by. Maybe now he will find out what happened, what he did wrong to cause Ezra to reject him.

"I feel like you're just using me as an emotional crutch," Ezra started. "Like I am just your toy, your replacement therapist, a boyfriend without me getting any of the benefits. You demand too much from me and it's wearing me down."

The words cut sharper than any knives and for the first time in Maso's life, he was speechless. Ezra showed no sympathy for the shocked hurt on his friend's face.

"You are not easy to love, you know. You are loud, arrogant, you think you can make up for your bad traits by being overtly doting or sexual but it just disgusts me. I do so much to accept your body for the way it is but you can't even decide if you want to be a boy or a girl, Stanley."

I can't stand your constant neediness but I can't say anything because you might end up getting depressed again and we all know how much you make the world around you miserable when you feel so."

Ezra's voice has risen with a hateful vigor. Every word seems to have been bubbling below the surface for a long, long time.

"I'm going to have to babysit you after this to make sure you don't do anything selfishly drastic like cut yourself or attempt suicide. I mean, do you ever think about anyone else? Did you ever consider how it feels to have such a messed up friend? I can't even take you out of the house in the summer because if people aren't staring at your arms they're staring at your scars or trying to figure out what sort of freak you are-"

"Since when has my transness bothered you?" Maso interjects defensively. He doesn't know whether to yell or cry. The latter will certainly get Ezra to make fun of him or worse, walk out for good.

"Since always." Ezra sneers without a moment's hesitation. "I thought it was just a phase. But you kept going, forcing me to defend you to not look like a jerk in front of the others. And then you started 'crossdressing' and it was like make up your damn mind what you want to be!"

"Pssh! You like my skirts."

"You're such a child. You can't take anything seriously."

"Maybe." Maso stands up, trying to get leverage of the situation. Ezra's glare was withering but he refuses to give up so easily without a fight. "If you hate all those things about me so much, why didn't you ever say anything? How was I supposed to know you were just pretending to tolerate me?"

"You would've realized that sooner if you took time to focus on someone else but yourself. I was trying to spare you the humiliation but-"

"But nothing! You should've said something, Ezzy. I could've made it right. I could've done something but if you're just going to hold it in and pretend everything's fine, then that's on you."

Ezra stands up as well and what little leverage Maso had on height is gone. He doesnt think it matters anymore, because now he's mad as well. He has been self absorbed, he can admit to that. And he hasnt always been a good friend. But part of a proper friendship requires communication from both sides.

"You never listen." Ezra's tone has changed. Maso is certain that under different circumstances, he would've never stood a chance. It was so full of hurt, anger and hatred, all directed at him.

"I tried and you ignored me for the sake of playing the victim. Don't you dare blame this all on me, Stanley."

A moment of silence passes between them as the two men glare at each other. And to his own surprise, Maso relents.

"Okay." He says, stepping back. "Okay, I'm sorry. I admit I wasnt the best friend. I want to be though, Ezra. Just tell me what I have to do."

Ezra's laugh is cruel. "Oh, you wish it were so easy, dont you? You're rotten to the core, Stanley and no apology or therapy will help you."

"So what do you want me to do? Leave you alone? I can pack my bags if that's what you want. But I want to do right by you-"

"No. I can't let you go out into the world and mess  up someone else." His path to the front door is blocked now, but Maso can't help rolling his eyes.

"Come on, Ezzy. This isn't necessary. You know I dont go apeshit."

"Don't call me that, Stanley."

"Seriously, why are you doing this? What's really the matter?"

Maso approaches him carefully. It isn't like Ezra to get violent but after today, he doesnt think he knows him as well as he thought.

"I feel like you are just using me as an emotional crutch. Like I am just your toy, your replacement therapist, a boyfriend without me getting any of the benefits."

Maso falters. "Wait...what?"

"You demand too much from me and it's wearing me down. You're not easy to love, Stanley."

"You've already said that, Ezra. Like, five minutes ago?" Something is nagging at him. Ezra keeps glaring at him like Maso is shit he just scraped off his shoe and slowly it dawns on him.

Everything Ezra said, the most painful accusations and insults was everything Maso was scared he would hear one day. He never put it in words but this very situation is one he dreaded he would walk into one day, find out that Ezra's kindness and patience was just a lie and that his best friend hated him deep down. He never was able to convince himself it wasnt true, especially after he left Ezra to return back to the Office.

It's not like I didnt give him the opportunity to join me. I tried to get him to come along. I didnt just leave him, I told him I didnt want to stay and that if he wanted to tag along I would protect him.

The hurt in his chest was replaced with indignation and when Maso looks at Ezra again, he doesn't wither under the glare.

"You know what? Fuck this. If you really hate me so much you dont want anything to do with me anymore, then I'm leaving. I'm sure I'll find someone else who can give me a second chance and if not, then I'll just keep on going alone."

"You're never going to find anyone who tolerates you, Stanley." Ezra spits.

Maso steps forward and his lips curl into a sarcastic sneer. "Eat me, Jaxden. I deserve better than you."

Something in Ezra's face twitches. For a moment Maso is sure he's going to pounce and tear all four of his arms out but then the entire world shifts and suddenly he's snapped back to reality.

He left Ezra. For the Office. He's no longer in that particular Office because he went on a mission to spy on a creepy human Maelle. He got beaten up per request and as he went back through Michael's doors to deliver the information he gathered to Alice, something went wrong. He's been stuck in the loop of his worst nightmare realized for the last week and now it's all coming back to him.

The Ezra doesnt disappear as he expected. He - or it - just keeps glaring at Maso like he wants to rip him apart but he quickly fades into the background of Maso's attention when he realizes where they are.

Standing in an Office he unfortunately knew too well.

Except, unlike before, it isn't bustling with Mariellas flitting back and forth from experiment chambers to research rooms. There are no sounds of machinery or screams or even the buzzing of electricity whenever the hallways got quiet. The entire Office that had once belonged to Jon is still as the grave, dark, depressing. 

A heaviness settles all around Maso as he took it in. But before he can really comprehend where he was, the scene changes.

#drabble #really need to get back into writing #the masochist #evil!jon's office disappeared after he was defeated but it wasnt destroyed

[bhadbun]

EXPOSE posts are truly stupid but I guess at some point we become the things we swore to destroy. there's someone who has terrorized some of my closest friends, and at this point, I'm done and I'm over it. so here is the story of some 23-year-old scab named saige, from the CST timezone, who needs to grow up. i do however want to say that while this person is 1) in multiple active rps that will be tagged in this, that this is no way shape of form is an attack on those rps. we’ve all been victims of bad members joining groups and  giving those groups a bad name. to those admins i say; take this in stride. do what you need to do respectively about saige and keep your heads high for your current members, and to members -​ do with that information as you wish and be careful. now under the cut you can find out all the stuff thats gone down (both the recent stuff and some of the stuff in the past.) Please feel free to message me or even Reblog this with your own interactions with Saige. 

Saige at some point has referred to them-self as they/them so we will be doing the same. some screenshots included in this may refer to them as she/her though due to people being close with them at the time. 

a list of muses that saige has played.

INDIE SMUT TWITTER RP - @BENJIZDUNN [NSFW]

INDIE TUMBLR  ACCOUNT - @ofwriitings

machine gun kelly fc (key) in @saintshotelhqs​

dua lipa fc (xena) in ardorhq

matt champion fc (marsden “mars”) in ardorhq

matt champion fc (marsden “mars”) in @laxhq​

miley cyrus fc (bexley) in @laxhq​

baldboyblues fc (blaise) in hqyale

amanda arcuri fc (zinny) in laxhq

kensnation (rhys) in laxhq

jade thirlwall fc (farai) in cyberhqs

dua lipa fc (zia) in cyberhqs

isabella peschardt fc (yakira) in cyberhqs

kurtis conner fc (zero) in cyberhqs

george shelly fc (echo) in cyberhqs

matty healy fc (cyrus) in cyberhqs

avan jogia fc (zion) in cyberhqs

big sean fc (deandre) in cyberhqs

nicholas kalashnikov fc (matias) in cyberhqs

UPDATE. there was a muse in lax, yale & now rushing who goes by rowan, previously had a matt champion fc and uses the role model tucker pillsbury. this IS NOT SAIGE. We would like to apologize to this person if they received any backlash.

For context, I was an admin in an RP called CyberHQ. There i played Cindy Kimberly, and I was friends with Saige during this time. The majority of screenshots take place between December 2018 and January 2019. CyberHQ had its faults, and I can acknowledge that. My best friend co-ran the rp with me, and I want to give her a quick little s/o for carrying Cyber when I dropped the ball. The biggest ball I dropped was allowing Saige to consistently harass and belittle my co-admin. There were multiple red flags that should have tipped me off about Saige. I dont have screenshots of ALL the times we called out their behavior but I do have this one; 

After getting numerous complaints from other members about the consistent graphic NSFW images and videos that were popping up on the TL we finally decided to speak to them about it. Their response was rude, and clearly, they did not care about other members or the potential of minors seeing what they were bringing onto our TL.

fast forward to January 30th - Feb 5th the height of what can be considered as Cyber’s biggeest SCANDAL was going on. Our dear friend Saige was caught playing an estimate of TEN muses. the muse limit we had at the time THREE. and while on the surface that might seem harmless because yk these are just muses - the truth is that they did all of this by joining in under different aliases. they created different personas and spoke to other muns as other people. We have one verified testimony (that’ll you’ll be able to read later) who says that Saige and their multiple ‘friends’ were the ONLY people she rped with for a solid month. our members that were the closest with them all admitted to feeling manipulated and lied to - saying that their muses were read a certain direction so that saige could get the ships they wanted. their connections were so intricate and vast that when they were exposed and sub-sequentially kicked out, half of the rp didn’t have connections anymore, a system that designed to fail.  

When they first caught wind about TWO of her secret characters we spoke to them in a imessage group chat;

* kae helped blur out certain images and names for this post, occasionally you’ll see texts within an imagine expressing her own feelings about the matter

wondering how we found out about their other characters? they sent a long message to two other members of CyberHQs confessing. Those two members sent us the screenshot and that lead to them getting kicked out. 

now see that last name; matias, that a very important one we’re gonna touch on next. another one of our members (Gem) was lied to. even after saige was exposed for having all of those characters, they continuously lied to Gem and pretended they were someone else. while Gem no longer has access to the screenshots of saige pretending to be a whole other person - we were able to get our hands on saige apologizing for it. 

here is another screenshot of saige lying to gem about playing Zero

here are screenshots of saige rping with themself to keep up the front:

here are dms saige sent them-self roleplaying with themselves:

i asked Gem to please write her own little testimony about what happened with saige and how it made her feel.

Gem is just one of the many people saige messed with. I have two more testimonies about saige. the next person up had what i consider to be the wildest ride with saige, and maybe the most affected during cyber. i bring you to: Kae. 

The first group of screenshots is of saige manipulating kae because kae wanted to drop a character. this was in a group chat the three of us had. this conversation went down december 23rd, 2018. 

this was tough and hard to sit in on, but kae did eventually end up dropping hendrix. though this wouldn’t be the last time saige tried to manipulate kae. 

now between the last two tests above these dms happened:

“....ive been hardcore neglecting farai...”

“...i’ll stop messaging you places...”

we also have found out that saige has been using kae’s last name as a first name for one of their characters:

* kae helped blur out certain images and names for this post, occasionally you’ll see texts within an imagine expressing her own feelings about the matter. 

now we’re gonna get into something a little more recent, saige and their character stalking @hiqey​’s character in yale. first, we’re gonna explore saige’s perspective of the situation before going into hiqey’s thoughts on the matter. 

upon making the decision to write this expose one of the first people i set out to speak to was hiqey, as she is one of the most recent people affected by saige. here is what she had to say:

here is the link to hiqey’s post on the subject: https://hiqey.tumblr.com/post/188666887727/so-from-your-pov-what-happened-cause-you-barely

here is saige acknowledging they were wrong for what happened in cyber and in yale but not thinking it was a big deal:

To kinda end this on a positive spin, I want to link you all to a letter Kae wrote to Saige. I really hope you all read and get a feel for the mental turmoil my friend went through because of this person, all that she suffered, and all she kept inside during all this time. kae didn’t deserve this, gem didnt deserve this. my co-admin during cyber didn’t deserve the treatment she got. HIQEY didnt deserve this. no one does. we’re hoping that with this expose post the cycle ends and saige can not continue to treat and manipulate people to this extreme. please i beg each and everyone of you - READ KAE’S LETTER. 

READ KAE’S LETTER HERE: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17VS8KywZFYUM8GsYTPw9M_NtIy1FGUOTxc-c2LSDq4o/edit

GOOGLE DOC WITH ALL THE SCREENSHOTS: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1VKZlTGGkWJ-PA8sBJXDrwNGRT1_XPO7n?usp=sharing

Someone made a post discussing the similiarities between Saige and Nettie, read that here: https://hotjoong.tumblr.com/post/189074475629/hewwo-rpcon-the-drama-from-tonight-regarding

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