#closeted bully trope

[respectthepetty]

some ppl are saying that thua outing akkayan is so unnecessary. some say he's just bitter and jealous. what are your thoughts about it?

Short version -

Ahhh, so the fandom is talking about the closeted bully trope:

Adam from Sex Education or Nate from Euphoria, anyone?

Perhaps Akk from The Eclipse?

Yes, Akk is a bully. [definition - A bully is a person who harasses, abuses, intimidates, or coerces people, especially those with less power than they have or those considered weaker or vulnerable in some way. The word often implies that such behavior is repeated or habitual.] A key element in the closeted bully trope is being straight passing.

“But Thua and Namo caused harm to The World Remembers too!”

Namo lit fliers on fire. Thua lit a dummy on fire. Akk tried to run people over and pushed objects off a second story into a crowd. Namo and Thua destroyed objects. Akk tried to destroy people. I’m all for be gay, do crime, but two would be property damage, and the other would be attempted murder. They are not the same.

Therefore, Thua isn’t outing Ayan and Akk because they are *gay (are they gay if they don’t say it? More below!). Thua is outing them as an attempted murderer and the guy who kisses him on occasion for covering it up.

Long version –

Fiction

In 2001, fictional attorney extraordinaire Elle Woods waited in line to get a drink of water from a fountain during a break in a murder trial. As she waited, she stomped her little last season Prada shoes at Enrique, the pool boy, and the current witness testifying in the case that he and the defendant were having an affair. Because of his testimony, it appeared the defendant did kill her husband. However, when Elle heard his comment, she realized “gay men know designers” therefore, Enrique was gay and NOT having an affair with the defendant. He was quickly exposed in court, lost his boyfriend, and Elle was applauded for her great deductive skills.

Reality

*I’m not including a picture because he doesn’t deserve it. I'm petty 24/7, 365*

Aaron Schock was an American Congressman for six years from 2009-2015. During his term, he voted on several key issues, but the ones that need to be highlighted here are:

He voted against gay marriage (marriage equality)

He voted against allowing people to serve openly in the military

He voted against homophobic acts falling under hate crimes

He voted against sexual identity being protected under employee discrimination

Plus many others (he was the pile of poop that kept smelling)

He also actively worked on policies like Defense of Marriage to ensure the gays didn’t get the rights they were fighting for

In 2014, reporter Itay Hod, who is a gay man and has written on many queer issues, wrote a Facebook post asking if it was ever okay to out someone. Then, he gave a hypothetical scenario regarding “a certain GOP congressman, let's just say from Illinois” who voted against several gay-supporting policies yet showers with his male roommate. *the post is still up if you want to search it*

Although Hod never stated a name, everyone knew who this was about because the representative for Illinois was none other than Schock, and the people were divided. This has been an ongoing conversation in queer communities since before the HIV epidemic when known closeted gay politicians weren’t doing anything to help, some believed that outing them would be justified while others disagreed.

There were always whispers about Schock lurking on gossip sites, so Schock was asked when he was running for his state position in 2004 if he was gay. He was asked all of the time during his six years serving as a Congressman by everyone and their mother. Each time, he said no.

Hod, in that infamous FB post, asked “doesn't the media have an OBLIGATION to expose his hypocrisy?” like when it comes to a closeted gay man imposing inequalities on gay people.

Once again, the people were divided. Do we weaponize sexuality this way? Where is the line? Schock said he wasn't gay, so how could Hod write that Schock was gay?!

Schock never addressed the post but resigned in 2015 amid allegations that he had misused public funding to throw parties and redecorate his home and office. He plead guilty in 2019, served probation, and the charges were cleared.

In 2020, he came out as gay.

Why does any of this matter?

Is a person gay if he doesn’t say he’s gay?

What makes someone gay? Is it the sex? What if they are a virgin? Is it the attraction? Can someone be attracted to the same sex every now in then and not be gay? Does the attraction have to be consistent? What makes gay gay?!

Outing a person is harmful, but does it supersede the harm that person has caused others?

Is it ethical to out a closeted hypocrite for the sake of the collective?

Where is the limit?

How much proof do we need to out someone?

What makes this different than outing a preacher who hires sex workers or a family man who has a mistress?

Is it just the hypocrite we out or the sex worker, the mistress, and the male roommate as well?

Enrique was outed by Elle because his lying would cause a woman to go to prison for murder. Schock was outed because he gained privileges he was openly denying from others. Were Elle or Hod ethically right for outing Enrique and Schock? Fictional or reality, is it ever okay to out someone even if it is a side effect of a larger issue?

Thua isn’t jealous or bitter; he is angry at the hypocrisy. Ayan is demanding for the school to admit wrongdoing while he sleeps next to the boy who started the car and pushed it into the crowd. Akk is winning the Best Boy Award after he tried to break heads with a potted plant.

I truly want you to think about when outing someone who has caused harm is acceptable, if ever? I’m not asking about the Lance Bass and Ricky Martin type situations. I’m asking about the Aaron Schock and Carlos Divar (Spanish judge who voted against marriage equality in Spain but used public funds to go on luxurious trips with his secret long-term boyfriend) type of situations. Can we even distinguish between the two types? Are there even types or is an outing harmful no matter how we look at it? Is an outing ever justified?   

I’m not the moral monitor, but if I’m honest, when it comes to people in positions of power using that position to cause harm to others while reaping the benefits of that position (and the people who enable them to continue to abuse their power), I’d be a Thua every time.

Adding - Ayan outed Thua to his mom and blackmailed Akk with the cheek kiss photo. Ayan also outed Akk to his mother at the house and the women on the beach. Sani outed Dika to the students. Keep the same energy.

#the eclipse #the eclipse series #we're going on an outing #or two #closeted bully trope #@dribs-and-drabbles Mentioned sani outing chadok connection and YES!

[dreamgirledward]

hm butcher should fuck soldier boy not because it makes any sense but purely because it would be personally funny to ME. oh mr-i-hate-supes-more-than-anything-they-ruined-my-fucking-life-and-they-all-need-to-die who's actually friends with 2 supes on his super not so secret team of vigilantes (he'd kill himself before he'd ever admit that tho) and literally just had sex with another supe after shooting up temp v like what?? 4 times???? I need them to hook up because it would be insane and soldier boy IS awful and it would only be fitting for the determined, self-righteous anti-hero protag to be so Confused that he literally fucks the walking talking personification of everything he hates about supes and what he's dedicated his life to destroying. this doesn't make any sense and is mostly a joke but also it's not.

#arden this is mostly a post created for you bc i know youd appreciate it < 3 #yes i know the misogynistic-homophobic-bully-is-actually-closeted trope IS harmful and bad but this is the boys #and if there's any show that can properly make fun of and criticize said trope it's this one #anyway i feel insane i had too many espresso shots today im sorry #the boys #billy butcher #soldier boy #sammy.txt #what im saying is butcher needs to humble himself i feel like this season should be the season of Mistakes #monstermoviedean #tagging u here bc i need u to see it

[mischas]

Imagine if Luke would of been gay instead of his dad so we could of had Luke and Marissa be gay and bi icons !

I am so into this! I do wish we'd gotten at least one little scene of Luke apologizing to Seth for calling him slurs.

#ask #anonymous #the trope of the big closeted bully isn't my fave. but gay luke would've been mad interesting

[blackopals-world]

Writer!Yuu: This week's guide to avoiding tropes is on "How to keep a yandere at bay." Yes, those pesky yanderes are always a threat to poor unsuspecting, and naive main characters. Despite what you may think they are actually very easy to control as long as you are not an idiot.

Artist!Yuu: Why did you specifically ask me to be here?

Writer!Yuu: Because I know both you and Jade and I haven't actually figured out if you are the yandere or not.

Artist!Yuu: (frantic) W-why w-would you think that?!

Writer!Yuu: I know you have a shrine in your closet....ANYWAYS back on topic. The first mistake any Mc makes is being incredibly dense. So dense you'd think they were mentally unwell. Even the most secretive yandere has giveaways. Ever notice they never talk about themselves, have hobbies, talk about their families, have friends they spend time with, or have normal conversations? You might be dealing with a yandere.

Otaku!Yuu: Or a friendless shy person with a bad family life?

Writer!Yuu: Oh, please. Even Idia has hobbies, a friend, and a good family life. My next point, don't agitate a yandere. This is how most MCs end up dead. If you know they have feelings for you do not outwardly reject them. I believe in consent and being straightforward but unbalanced people can't be argued with. You can test how in deep they are by being indirect like saying "I'm sorry I don't think I'm good enough for out." or "I do not know if I can fall in love." You need to make sure your reluctance is not based on personal distaste or due to interference from outside forces. This minimizes damage to yourself and others. DO NOT BRING UP OTHER PEOPLE BEING OBSTACLES TO A YANDERE. A yandere's main trait is their willingness to kill other people for the one they are obsessed with.

Noble!Yuu: What if I want them to kill someone?

Writer!Yuu: I like the way you think. Turning a deranged killer into a tool rather than an obstacle. This brings me to my last point. Yanderes are very weak-willed. At the end of the day as their love interest, you hold all the cards. Your love is everything to them. Holding it over them is an important tool. You must have a strong backbone and be assertive. Snapping at them when they get out of line is a must. Play mind games with them. Don't let them think they have lost your love but keep them thinking of ways to get more of it back. They must never believe they have no chance. This keeps them from doing anything extreme.

Artist!Yuu: Wh-what if I don't want a yandere at all?

Wrtier!Yuu: I never said this was a class on preventing yanderes or getting rid of them. Neither of those things are possible. I mean you can avoid interacting with crying children or stopping bullies from ganging up on the weak kid. At least then they wouldn't become obsessed with you since you showed them kindness but that doesn't mean it'll work.

Noble!Yuu: Can I turn someone into a yandere who is willing to do everything I say and worship me?

Artist!Yuu: ...I'm scared

Writer!Yuu: Alright, let's wrap up for the day.

#writer!yuu #artist!yuu #otaku!yuu #noble!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #idia shroud #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #jade leech #twst jade

[hexie-mountain]

im always tired of the trope of queer kid dates bully who’s a closet case but with heartstopper its done so smartly

the emphasis that ben does not get a redemption arc is so important and that he’s capable of mending his ways and becoming a better person but thats not charlie’s responsibility to help him off load his guilt while still dealing with the pain of his actions

ben really is the antithesis of nick who called charlie his best friend instead of pretending he didn’t exist and took ‘am i gay?’ quizzes and bi panicked of pirates of the carribean all while being kind and loving to charlie who was more than willing to hold his hand through his coming out

i’ve always loved the classic fizzy graphics but the sea of rainbow flowing out towards ben from the art show doors sort of urging him to take a step in towards other people like him and begin that journey of self discovery and love and instead he just walks away from it is some top tier imagery

#heartstopper

[tocomplainfriend]

Funny thing (not really) I’ve noticed is that Viv has always fetishized m/m relationships. There’s obviously Stolitz, but it goes back way further. There’s Addison from Zoophobia being shipped with a guy who works at his high school, but to mention that Viv has drawn NSFW of them despite Addison canonically being a minor. There’s also Autumn and Rusty, the former whom gets bullied by Rusty cause Rusty is secretly in the closet. Ten years later and she’s still weird about m/m relationships.

TW: fetishizing Queerness

I tried to search a little for Addison's age. In the wiki, that I know Viv did not write it says he is 18, other post say 17- there are people saying the age got changed too? I know almost nothing to zoophobia- if anyone knows about this claim, share your knowledge and importantly evidence of the age thing in specific? I do know about those snake drawings. And also was Viv 19? Have no clue-so I'm not gonna super talk about it without knowledge.

About the Rusty thing, I don't think Viv is a good enough writer (of relationships especially, cause Stolitz mainly) to pull that relationship or story. I don't think she can pull the idea of the closeted bully, purely by the fact that she doesn't understand or acknowledge the problems Stolitz has. If she needs to put down characters to make Stolas seems better and try to justify the power imbalance. I don't think she could write this if she wanted to. This closeted gay bully is such an old trope, too. I think the worst you can do (also as a non-amazing writer) is actually tried to make a romance out of it? Cause a lot of these tropes are more like "HAHA THE BULLY IS GAY HAHAHA", rather than "aww the bully was just sad and gay all along". I don't like it. (also this includes when the bully doesn't bully his romantic interest)

A lot of problems in mlm stuff Vivziepop does is similar to those Yaoi fetishization shit. Where there are also power imbalance. Also, this treatment of the characters like Moxxie? Like he is bi, and with Millie- and his treatment is so shitty. The hole thing of MILLIE PEGS MOXXIE, and that funny cause is less manly of him? Or where the succubus sexually assault them and that is funny??? (that one is not even Blitz being an asshole to him, it's made to act funny). As soon there is something viewed as feminine from him, the show makes fun of him. His feminine appearance in Unhappy campers also leads to make fun of him. Where he is the most vulnerable and insecure is that episode. He is more objectified in a feminine appearance.

Just the entirety of Stolitz is literally a lot of yaoi-sh problems. Also, I do see a lot of red flags in how they wrote Fizz and Asmo'. Because Fizz was insecure af, that he needed the approval of Mammon as an imp. Mammon was using the power that he had over Fizz to use him to get money. He got his approval from Asmo another sin in a higher position of power. (The power imbalance is not the problem vibes). Plus, The Big dominant protector and the sub small uwu cure relationship. Fizz, compared to the first time he appeared, he is so vulnerable and acts so cutesy. Like, the confidence he had during the S1, disappeared so bad. Acting so nice to Glitz and Glam, felt like cutting out all attitude to "uke-fing" him into needing a savior. They make him so powerless

Fizz, a quad amputee, was put in a vulnerable situation related to his trauma and where he lost all his limbs and horns. All to make Blitz "redeem" himself and make them friends again... THAT SUCKS.

Also, there was the fact of how over-sexual all the male mlm characters are, too. Like, Chaz was so much more sexual than Verosika as a succubus.

IT JUST SUCKS.

#vivziepop critique #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #zoophobia criticism #zoophobia critical

[theroundbartable]

We all know the: merlin is the gay nerd in class and Arthur is the popular one trope....

But here's the thing, what if it's the other way around?

Arthur, trying to abide the rules, son of the richest guy in town, acts like an ass all the time without realising. Arthur isn't popular at all. He collects swords and challenges people to duels all the time. On top of that he's a Teachers pet who gets angry when people break the rules. Also, closeted bi. Cries over a B- in any subject.

Incoming Merlin, whose mother bakes the class cake all the time. Merlin is super kind and adaptable. People love him for his wit and he's the one doing all the funny shenanigans. He's also pretty good in class, because his mother makes him study. He's fine with B's and C's, but still somehow get's a D for work ethics. He's clumsy and forgets homework and he can't seem to listen in class for his adhd.

Arthur tries to bully him, but it makes him even less popular. Merlin, however, likes Arthur's nerdy antica and helps him loosen up a bit.

#bbc merlin #merthur #prompt #concept #school au #this feels more like elementary to me but whatever

[anitalenia]

━━━ .°˖✧ enemies to lovers ⋆˙⊹

꒰ঌ definition ໒꒱ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. literally my fav. trope

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ below you will find sub genres under this category, as well as some useful pairings for this trope. for educational writing purposes <3

note: several of these can also be used in other tropes as well, just depends on how you write it and interpret it.

╰₊✧ ﾟOTHER LINKS . ྀི ⊹ masterlist | romance tropes |

taglist | prompt help | symbol packs | dividers page

꒰ঌ group one ໒꒱

hero x villain | light x dark | angel x demon | heaven x hell | best friends annoying sibling | siblings annoying best friend | co-worker you’re always in competition with | sly thief x detective who can never catch them | sun x moon

꒰ঌ group two ໒꒱

cat person x dog person | childhood enemies reacquainted | bully’s you cause he likes you | ex lovers still in love but too stubborn to get back together / love disguised with hate | mutual dislike in a shared friend group

꒰ঌ group three ໒꒱

werewolf x vampire | hunter x creature they specialize in killing | pirate x siren | leaders of rivaling groups | forced marriage | rivaling sports teams | rivaling friend groups | popular girl x loner boy or vice versa | cocky x humble

꒰ঌ group four ໒꒱

assassin x person they’re supposed to kill | sharing a bedroom/house | playboy x shy girl | both haven’t come out of the closet | succubus x holy person | succubus x angel | angel on your shoulder x devil on your shoulder

꒰ঌ group five ໒꒱

demon x exorcist | chefs at rivaling restaurants | food critic x chef | spoiled girl x bodyguard forced to put up with it | knight x princess | villain x hero’s accomplice (bonus points if the good person feels like they’re betraying the hero for liking the villain)

꒰ঌ group six ໒꒱

soldier x soldier of enemy nation | librarian x frat boy | humble farmer boy x city girl | hardworking x everything handed to them | assassin x assassin (bonus if they’re supposed to kill each other) | destined to kill each other

꒰ঌ group seven ໒꒱

rivaling species | introvert x extrovert | actors who hate each other but their characters in the movie love each other | paleontologist x mummy | treasure hunter x rivaling treasure hunter | pirate x kidnapped princess | proper lady x wild man

꒰ঌ group eight ໒꒱

families have rivaled for centuries | prisoner x capturer | happy x mean | optimist x realist | celebrity x paparazzi / journalist | both love interests holding a grudge against the other for something they did a long time ago | hardheaded ceo’s

꒰ঌ group nine ໒꒱

lumberjack x bimbo | white collar x blue collar | forced to work together on the same project | they play innocent in front of your family but you know it’s just an act | cocky clan leader x idealistic humble villager | football player x artist

꒰ঌ group ten ໒꒱

cheerleader x computer wiz | warrior x civilian they’re protecting (not necessarily bodyguard au) | the two groups are at war | forced to work together to take down a common enemy | fuckboy neighbor who never stops partying x girl who studies 24/7 or vice versa

꒰ঌ group eleven ໒꒱

flirty villain x hero who knows it’s wrong but can’t help but eventually give in from time to time (batman and catwoman) | maneater girl x shy boy who hates attention | two students running for student body president

꒰ঌ group twelve ໒꒱

injured crybaby warrior x doctor who hates crybabies | wolf boy x cat girl | witch x witch hunter | elf x necromancer | one who gives life x one who takes it | mermaid x pirate | ghost x person living in their home

꒰ঌ group thirteen ໒꒱

ghost x psychic done with ghosts attitude | biker x cop | kidnapper x kidnapped | tutor x dummy | irritating classmate | teachers assistant x needy student | server x chef who keeps getting the food wrong

꒰ঌ group fourteen ໒꒱

bartender x regular drunk customer | environmentalist x construction worker | prosecutor x criminal defense lawyer | free spirit x 9-5 office worker | girl x guy who slept with all her friends | rivaling king and queen

꒰ঌ group fifteen ໒꒱

guy who slept with everyone x only girl he hasn’t (she refuses to be another conquest) | dragon slayer x dragon trainer | knight x outcast | time x death | christmas x halloween | ghost whisperer x skeptic/nonbeliever

will update when I think of new ones. hope this helps if you’re not sure what story to tell but you want something new <3

#pink themes #aesthetic #pink #pinkcore #pink dividers #cute #sparkles #stars #writing prompt #writing help #writing tips #enemies to lovers #knight x princess #bodyguard #bodyguard au #hero x supervillain #catwoman #catwoman x batman #light x dark #Angel x demon #Heaven x hell #sun x moon #baby pink #pink headers #soft pink #imvu #light pink #❀⋆ ─ 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⊹❀ ֙⋆

[strawbrygashez]

Caldre YURI hcs!!!

These r some hcs for yuri/girl versions of cal & andre,,. I’ll call Andre, Avery and Cal, Callie :)

I’ll start of with some gereral hcs of them both

Avery

•This girl is the perfect example of the tall, awkward, and autistic lesbian trope.

•She dresses basically the same as Andre does. She never really does anything fancy with her hair besides a quick pony tail or letting Callie braid it. She doesn’t wear makeup either because she doesn’t care for it on herself and she just thinks it takes too long. Her mom bugs the crap out of her sometimes asking her to try wearing more ‘feminine’ clothing. Like her mom will buy her a sundress or something even tho she should know that Avery is just gonna toss it somewhere in her closet to never be seen again or give it away to Callie.

•Speaking of makeup, I feel like Avery would have acne like Andre. And she gets picked on for it but as I said, she still doesn’t try makeup to cover it up. Especially probably because her skin is already sensitive enough as it is. So she just rolls with it. (Not saying the bullying doesn’t get to her tho)

•She has soooo many band posters around her room of female bands/singers like Hole, Kittie, Garbage, Otep, No Doubt, Evanescence, Jack Off Jill,& L7 for example.

•Doesn’t deny that she’s gay to herself as much as Andre does. Shes known she’s hated guys for as long as she can remember. She thinks they are just loud, dumb, annoying, and gross. She tried going out with a guy once in like middle school, and it only lasted about half a month. She was too uncomfortable with him & doing things like holding hands.

•has a ‘resting bitch face’ all the time. The only time she doesn’t look ready to rip someone’s head off is when Callie is talking to her.

•She’d be a riot grrrl. If you’ve seen the documentary ‘Dirty Girls’ she reminds me a lot of it.

Even tho I think she’s a total feminist, she’s kinda contradicts herself often. Like when she argues with Callie, she’ll tell her to go fuck off and join the braindead, blonde sluts on the cheerleading team :/ And she just makes fun of popular girls in general, even the ones who are nice because she’s insecure about herself. If a pretty popular girl who’s never said anything mean to her started to talk to her, she’d be blushing and anxious tho.. she’s just a big ol’ mess.

•Steals magazines that are like full of chicks in swim suits. She hides them under her bed. Her mom accidentally found one once and later that night, Avery took all of the ones she owned and burnt them all in a small fire outside💀 she restarted her collection tho at some point when the embarrassment died down.

•Even tho her mom goes on and jokes about her finding a nice boyfriend, it’s pretty obvious to everyone she’s a lesbian. Her room doesn’t help, the magazine she had, the way she never seems interested in male celebrities and actors, the way she ignores guys, it just all adds up.

Callie

•Avery calls her Barbie because of the blonde hair and thin body. But she also goes by Cal :)

•You can really tell how artsy she is by the way she dresses. I guess the best way to describe it is like grunge fairy core. Lots of lacy things, light greens and browns, flowy skirts, lots of jewelry, and etc. She also draws on her hands a lot in permanent marker. She’ll draw ‘tattoos’ on Avery too if she asks.

•I feel like female Cal would be pretty popular? But not like, popular popular. Just like loser/weird girl popular because she’s so pretty. Like I’m sure annoying guys try to get with her but she always comes across not interested at all. She’s happy with just Avery and Rachel.

•Just like canon Cal, everyone thinks she’s super innocent and can’t do any wrong because of the way she looks. But she’s just like canon Cal. Manic episodes, depression, and all. She hides it even better than canon Cal does because yknow, no one expects such an innocent, sweet looking girl to hold the kinda thoughts she does at all.

• Cuts and has body issues.

•Loves when Avery lets her give her makeovers. Not because she thinks she needs it at all, and she will tell her that, but because she just likes putting together outfits and looks! She paints her nails sometimes too so they match :)

•I think if she wasn’t so depressed to where she saw no future for herself, she’d maybe look into a job that has to do with fashion or writing. Something artsy.

YURI CALDRE TIME :)

•They both find each other so beautiful and interesting. Callie feels so safe and truly seen with Avery and Avery is so greatful for Callie because she was so lonely before.

•Initially, I think Avery was a bit intimated by Callie though because all she knew was she was really pretty and blonde so she was like ‘ugh. Another cheerleader 🙄’ in her mind but when Callie actually spoke to her, and Avery found out she’s really cool and they relate a lot, she kinda fell head over heels quickly.

•They both HATE Brad because he makes jokes about how they should kiss in front of him because it would be hot 😐 Or how Callie or Avery should stop hanging out with each other and hang out with him instead. Hes a total douchebag.

•Callie honestly has no doubt Avery is into girls because of multiple reasons but she won’t say anything really about it. When she does want to drop hints that she’s into chicks too, she’ll say stuff about how a girl lead singer is hot. Avery is kinda clueless tho so she’ll just be like “oh haha. Yeah I guess anyone would find that singer hot” to herself. Smh. They’ll even joke argue one time about who would get to be Courtney Loves groupie if she said only one of them could be and it will just go over Averies head.

•Callie has caught Avery looking at her putting on lipstick a bit too intensely once or twice. She thinks it’s cute :) I think once maybe she’s even kissed her cheek so it would leave a kiss mark. Avery of course got all red and said it was gross and how she had to go wash it off now and blah blah blah but probably had to actually fight for her hand to move to wash it off in the sink later.. cuz she saw herself in the mirror and went 😳

•They also joke around by pretending to be guys who are flirting with them with each other. Like Callie will put her arm around Avery in the car while they are parked somewhere and will try to copy Brads voice and say “Hey baby. It’s just me and you now. Am I gonna get lucky tonight?” They both find it amusing to laugh over guys.

•Avery uses cheap shots when they are play fighting. She punches Callie in the b00b because she’s flat anyways. Callie threatens to use her long nails to scratch out Averie’s eyeballs.

•Avery sent Callie the music video to All the things she said by TATU once but thought Callie didn’t get the point of sending it.. because Callie didn’t say anything about how it was gay 😔 she just said it was a nice song.

Also Avery cries to that song a lot.

•They would have been less pathetic than Cal & Andre and would have actually fr kissed before they did what they did.

•Callie loves listening to Avery rant. Especially about how she hates everyone and how unfair life is lol.

•Callie steals Averie’s band shirts. It first started at a sleepover where Callie’s shirt got ruined so Avery offered her a Kittie one. Once Avery saw her and how she looks exactly like a girlfriend a rockstar guy would have, she knew she was even more done for.

•I think if Callie thought Avery had a specific type, based off the pictures she has up on her wall of women and whatnot, she’d lowkey try to make herself look a little more like that type. Like if she thought Avery likes gothy looking makeup and clothes, she’d try more looks like that. She wouldn’t totally change her style but she’d play around with stuff that she thinks Avery would like.

•If they got together, I think Avery would open up more about how she feels ugly or uncomfortable with how she looks. It breaks Callie’s heart even though she could already tell Avery was not very confident in herself sometimes. she’ll go on about how Avery is absolutely gorgeous to her and she’d share how she has her own body issues too and Avery would be like “??? What? What the fuck? You’re literally perfect. What are you talking about.” And Callie would tell her she feels exactly the same when she hears Avery say that kinda stuff about herself.

•Avery definitely thinks Rachel is out to steal Callie from her. She knows Callie could easily fit in with the ‘normal’ crowd if she wanted with Rachel so she’s always worried she’ll get persuaded into leaving Avery behind. It takes a good amount of deep conversations before Avery can calm down about it and believe Callie won’t leave her.

#zero day #caldre #cal gabriel #andre kriegman #yay yuri

[lucienne-thee-librarian]

Tw: lesbophobia, bullying, petty bitching about the Mean Girls remake and a subset of OG movie fans:

I Know. I KNOW its a me thing. But I saw a post that broke containment about the new Mean Girls movie how OMG REGINA CANONICALLY SINGS ABOUT GETTING GIRLS IN THE END SONG and my first response was "oh god, really?"

Look, I was never wild about the whole "Regina George was secretly closeted and that's why she picked on Janis to distract from her own feelings and save herself" fan theory but at least it was JUST a fan theory. And I know the original movie ending where it turns out Janis isn't even really gay, she was Lebanese and Regina got confused, and see she dances with a boy at the end, it's all okay she wasn't ACTUALLY a dyke!!!! - yeah I rolled my eyes too. Yeah, that was dumb and a coward's move, but idk. At least the movie itself, even if it copped out at the end by not risking having two of the protagonists be ACTUALLY gay in a teen movie...at least it seems aware that homophobic bullying is bad??

The original movie, whatever else you can say about it, or how it handled that issue or any others...at least tried to take that shit seriously. Janis was an outcast years after middle school who flinches at the idea of Damian telling anyone new about what Regina said about her for fear any new friends would abandon her immediately over it. Even Regina herself (blithely, callously, of course, but it's meant to be that) admits that the bullying Janis got as a result of Regina spreading those rumors about her made Janis break down, cut her hair and have to leave school temporarily over the rumors. Regina said that. Herself. With no remorse but she said it. The movie is a comedy, but it doesn't shy away from how brutal bullying of all forms can be. That's kind of the whole point of the goddamn movie.

But idk if the fans of this theory haven't experienced that much bullying themselves or its just a coping mechanism I can't relate to...that theory of "oh Regina's a closet case homophobe poor thing" just completely (to me) softens the whole thing, these fans do it to by making Regina in a sense, another victim. They may not intend it that way, but in the few times I've seen a Mean Girls post and my nostalgia got me scrolling a bit I've stumbled on this. Seen it in various places online and it always made me want to hiss like a wet cat because it's always like "omg poor Regina comphet sucks <333" and. Hork. Im sorry, hork.

Sorry, but I spent too much time BEING on the receiving end of that shit in middle school, getting called names and treated like an actual disease up until I moved to high school with mostly a whole new set of people over the fact someone spread rumors I was a lesbian, to feel anything but frustration over that. Yeah. I was Janis. I'll admit I can't be "objective" here. I never did any of the shit she does in Mean Girls in revenge, I never had the power or inclination, it wasn't a former friend who started it, but yeah I'm biased because that character was me. I know what it was like to be her because I lived it. And yeah, it kind of sucked!!! Did get better, but yeah. Was what it was.

It's a big part of why I've never liked the trope in popular culture that the loudest homophobic bullies are actually closet cases. It's not that "right wing politician caught soliciting blowjobs" has never been a headline but come on. Most of the people who trash queer people do it because they just hate us. Its trivializing of homophobic harassment to act like that's 1) a good explanation for most cases 2) much less an excuse and that's how it can be used. It'd be one thing if a self-hating person's mindset was like. Actually explored with depth and nuance as part of a story. But otherwise, nah. Miss my formerly lowkey traumatized teenage ass with that dismissive cliched shit.

So even the idea that the movie might be lending any kind of weight to that theory about Regina, however subtle or subtextual, that is??? Yeah funny lol, such iconic, very Representation. Fucking bite me. My lesbian ass is tuning right the fuck out. I'm not paying movie ticket prices to see this, if I'm gonna basically get the sort of person who would've made my life hell as a preteen and tween get turned into One Of Us with the expectation that's going to make me freak out with joy. Even if allegedly they did actually make Janis a lesbian (which, good for them if they did).

Of course, it could just be fans blowing something out of proportion but. Like y'all are not making me want to see this movie MORE and I was at best lukewarm on it having never seen the musical and being lowkey burnt out on the idea of yet another remake.

#idk if these girls are just that detached from the reality of what it's like to bullied period or what. Must be nice #ignore me i'm just stressed and strung out for a variety of reasons I'm trying to distract myself #from a health scare im having lately and trying to get answers for by any means necessary #if that includes whinging about something petty #to partly let steam off about bigger things and also cheer myself up #in case anyone else agrees and wants to bitch with me so be it. kvetching is good for the soul sometimes #tho to be clear this fan theory and that trope has always genuinely annoyed me

[catgirl-catboy]

I don't get antis sometimes. If you are uncomfortable about a trope, having people be unafraid to be open about said trope benefits you! If everyone can be honest about what they like, it reduces the chances that your friend of five years admits to being a closet fan of the trope you can't stand.

If you want to avoid every human being that has ever thought positively about a trope, than bullying them into silence is not the way to go about that.

But that isn't what you want is it. It isn't about your comfort. Its about our discomfort.

#proship #anti anti

[t4tails]

yeah see i exclusively read webcomics about like. lesbians. so i autoscroll past anything else on those queer webcomic rec lists or whatever. not even subjected to the heartstopper clones. which might be the difference here.

lol true in my experience lesbians get entirely different comic tropes. mlm comics get high school slice of lifed with perhaps some bully victim closet gayngst and wlw comics get, and i mean this in the nicest way possible, style over substance mystery intrigue, with a surprisingly high amount of like, spy thrillers?

#og post #ask #anon

[9w1ft]

How do you find LGBTQ+ people are viewed in Japan? Is it safe to come out?

i think it’s a bit of a mixed bag

on the one hand, laws and civic setups are still pretty antiquated (gay marriage is only recognized in several cities, still very common for forms to provide man/woman as the only options for gender, etc) on the other hand, even as we move at a snail’s pace, ending discrimination is, in general, a publicly communicated goal for the country, and many big businesses have proactively adopted lgbtq+ friendly policies without waiting for the government (gender inclusive bathrooms and uniforms, access to family benefits for partners regardless of gender, etc).

there is definitely representation of a variety of lgbtq+ people in media both in fiction and also news/variety tv though it can get a bit trope-y at times especially with effeminate stereotypes. still, there is a history of gender swapping / adopted gender presentation in theater (kabuki, takarazuka), and many known famous historical figures having same sex suitors and confidantes, so i think that more than in some countries people are predisposed to the idea of gender as a concept and the existence of gay people who have done important things. its also not incompatible with religions indigenous to japan, so there’s not so much a “you’re going to hell” vibe to the prejudice, its more of a “why do you insist on being different” prejudice if that makes sense. not great but it could be a lot worse.

i was part of a lgbtq+ circle at university and a gay friend of mine told me there’s a phrase that goes something like “it’s okay to be gay as long as you have a wife and kids” so once again just this idea that older generations value maintaining a public face for the sake of the group, whereas gayness is considered a subculture or private part of oneself.

so i think in terms of coming out i think it really depends on your situation, like my understanding (based on the stories of japanese friends i have) is that in general you would closet during your school years to avoid potential bullying for being different (maybe be out to close friends) but it’s much easier to come out in university or to move to a bigger city as a young adult. easier to find your people. but you might be careful when dating and stick to places where you know gay people are. you might closet at your company as well depending on the industry, and it’s a bit of a don’t ask don’t tell vibe socially among strangers, but it’s not necessarily something you’d hide.. if that makes sense. in my case i flag at work and i definitely know lgbtq people because they flag too and i know they know im flagging. but we don’t really talk about it. we just vibe and are extra kind to one another.

in terms of if it’s “safe” i’d say once again it depends but that there’s less (not zero but less) of a physical safety issue than many countries. even so, irl harassment exists and internet harassment is also a thing especially for out public figures. you might hesitate to come out to family or friends just so as not to ‘upset the order of things’ or to chance making people you love uncomfortable. over time your parents might ask why you won’t marry or won’t have kids like so-and-so’s daughter or so-and-so’s son.. these social pressures and tensions, especially in important relationships, can lead to depression and because mental health is also not that progressively talked about here, this is the part that is most dangerous, in my opinion.

just as a footnote this is all my impression of the generation of my age group and the ones above it and i think things are a little more relaxed or open for the next generation. but i think it’ll take one or two more generations to get to the point where it is in the US where everyone’s like, out and proud and colorful at school and work and among strangers. so once again, it’s not great, but i feel like things could be a lot worse.

#btw unironically Lover era coincided with a big push in the country to promote understanding of LGBTQ+ issues and taylor’s support helped 💕 #YNTCD and her messaging in general was cited on the news and on tv programs a lot. so thank you taylor!

[sixofpomegranates]

Okay I loved the Eddie Munson one shot! Do you think that maybe we can get one with a metalhead reader too? Maybe angst cuz she thinks Eddie's into Chrissy the cheerleader but hes really into her..?

I love the cheerleader trope.. But I'm a metalhead and I can't really relate to it 😅

Love you and your work! Keep it up sweetheart 💕

☠︎ 𝙳𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 ☠︎ -𝙴.𝙼.

⚡︎{Eddie’s Masterlist}{Requests/Feedback}{Guidlines}⚡︎

A/N: !Body, Ethnicity & Skin color Neutral! Hehehe that's my first Eddie Smut.

CW: Fluff, Angst/Comfort, Smut 18+ | !Best Friends to Lovers Trope! | Mentions of Bullying/Friends with Benefits//Underage Drinking/Eddie's Parents(abuse/neglect), Hippy Parents (y/n), Talk about PMS/Period, Drugs & selling & use of (Weed), Pining/Childhood Crush, Heartache/Crying, Fighting, massive insecure jealousy, Smut ~ Penetrative Sex (semi-public, unprotected, creampie)

*picture does not describe the looks of the reader*

Eddie Munson is my best friend. We became friends shortly after my parents and I returned to America when I was six. Until then, we'd lived in an ashram in India.

My parents raised me quite unconventional—as children in the ashram were raised. I was free to do as I wanted but was always told that I have to be ready to accept the consequences as they come. I grew up knowing right from wrong, social norms, and how to listen to my own gut rather than peer pressure.

My parents let me listen to the music I like and dress how I see fit. I like rock and metal music. I dress mostly in black, like my make-up heavy, and go to parties or get drunk and high with Eddie on the weekends.

There is no sneaking out, no lies, no fights about rules. Though most parents disagree with their method, my mother can always tell you exactly where I am, who I am with, and what I am doing. How many mothers of an eighteen-year-old can say that about themselves?

My parents also like Eddie, which is a rare one for him. When he still lived with his parents, we were neighbors, and for two weeks, he lived in my closet and under my bed – right after his mother had died, and his father started using him as a punching bag and scapegoat.

When my parents found out, they were mad. Not because I hid Eddie, making his father believe he was kidnapped, though. They were mad because I didn't tell them right away, so they could've helped earlier. They were proud of me for protecting my friend.

After talking to Eddie's father and child services, he officially lived with us for a week until his uncle Wayne took him in. That made visiting each other a longer trip with our bikes, but Eddie finally stopped being covered in bruises, and that was worth it.

Eddie is my best friend. Today, we're still as inseparable as we were when he lived under my bed at twelfth years old.

We listen to music, get high together, play Dungeons and Dragons, taught ourselves to play guitar, and when he bought Sweetheart, I bought Baby.

Eddie is my best friend.

He was my first friend and my first kiss.

He was my first love. The one love I'll never get over.

He was my first.

When I was a freshman, we'd started experimenting with each other. That was also the same year Eddie had fallen head over heels for Chrissy, and she had fallen for Jason Carver. So for him, it was obviously just two best friends fooling around, but for me...

I'd love him to love me, but I am just his friend. So I took him in all the ways he was willing to let me have him.

By now, there are no secret make-out sessions anymore, no petting. We only ever slept once with each other, losing our virginity to the other, and after that, we never did anything or spoke about it ever again.

As the years went on, Eddie collected more and more experience with all sorts of people, while I never did something in that regard again. I still spend my nights fantasizing about my best friend and the days I spend daydreaming in my classes.

I could just move on and sleep with somebody else, but that wouldn't change that I am in love with Eddie... So, where's the point?

As I walk down the hallway to my next class, I notice Chrissy Cunningham putting a little pink note into Eddie's locker, the bell rings, and I have to hurry to my seat, but what I saw nags me for the entire hour.

She never talks to Eddie. What does she want from him?

I quickly feel myself becoming irritated by the preppy cheerleader, although I know she's a nice person. She has a boyfriend. Why is she coming after Eddie all of a sudden? I need to know what's in that note.

The second the bell excuses us, I dash out of the room and to Eddie's locker. We know each other's combinations, so that's no issue for me. I search through his stuff but can't find the little note I am so sure Chrissy put in here.

"What are we looking for?" a voice whispers into my ear, and I jump, almost having a heart attack.

"Jesus. Fuck, Eddie," I exclaim, while he can't help but laugh loudly.

"Sorry, Sweetheart," he chuckles, putting some books into his locker, and taking out his lunchbox. "So, what were you looking for?"

I shrug, and he chuckles, pulling out a folded pink paper from his pocket. "Were you looking for that?" I try grabbing the paper, but he is quicker in pulling it away. "Now, aren't you just nosey today?"

"What- What did she write?" He raises his brows, amused, "Oh, so you know who this is from?"

Usually, I am not visibly jealous and am thick-skinned when it comes to Eddie and other women, but Chrissy managed to get under my skin. She is friendly and sweet; she looks like an angel, is popular...

Between sixteen and seventeen, Eddie was head over heels for her, and as much as he deserves to be happy, the thought of them together makes me want to vomit.

She is literally the only woman that ever left a deep mark on him, showing him that being himself could drive who he wanted most away from him. If they became a couple, it would be game over for me.

Chrissy would be Eddie's forever.

"Just tell me what Chrissy wrote," I demand, and he nods at my aggravation. "Okay, you little hellfire. Jeez."

With his lunchbox in his hand, he walks outside to the parking lot with me. "She wanted to meet me at my usual spot in the woods."

She wants to meet him alone... In private. My eyes snap at him, and I almost trip over my own feet. "What? Why?" He shrugs, "I assume the usual."

"Cunningham doesn't do drugs," I say, internally freaking out about all the reasons she could want to meet him alone in the woods.

The worst being to confess her feelings for him, to make a move. I am not stupid; she and Jason aren't doing well at the moment. They're not the happy preppy couple they were a few months ago.

"We don't know that," Eddie gives back, relaxed.

As we pass his van, I grab his wrist, and we stop walking. I don't know what to say, so I just say, "Please don't go meet her."

He starts frowning. "It's just business, Sweetheart."

"Can- Can you take me home?" I ask, thinking of what I can do to make him stay. I feel sick to my stomach at the thought of what could happen if he meets with her.

His hand reaches up, brushing my hot cheek and resting on my forehead, checking my temperature. "Sure, you can nap in the van until I'm back."

"No, no, please now."

Practically throwing his lunchbox aside, he cradles my face in his hands and studies my pupils. "Did- did you take something from my lunchbox? I know I gave you free excess, and we agreed years ago to only smoke pot, but if that's the reason and you're not feeling good, you need to tell me."

"I didn't take anything," I answer, unable to force down my hysteria. "Just please, please, please don't meet Chrissy."

Eddie lets go of me; his face drowned in worry. "[y/n], What is going on?"

"Nothing!" I almost yell, feeling tears in my eyes. "Just please let us go home."

I try taking his hand and pulling him to the van, but he refuses. "Eddie, please," I beg, but to no use.

"You're acting so strange today... What is going on? You're never like this," he tells me, pretty face pulled into a frown.

"Like what?" I ask, and Eddie tries to force a smile on his lips. "Irrational. You're normally the cool and collected one of us. I'm the nutjob."

"I just don't want you to meet her." "Then give me a reason why not," Eddie says before asking, "Did she or her friends do or say something mean to you?"

His body tenses up in the same way it did years ago when getting into a fistfight with me. A boy had harrassed me all summer for the way I dress and then tried groping my butt. Eddie had lost it, becoming highly protective over me.

I shake my head, jealousy pouring out of me in the most toxic way I've ever experienced. "No, but- but she's stupid and preppy, and- and-"

Eddie interrupts me, shocked, "Hey, she's still a person." I ignore his interruption, repeating, "Don't go."

"You're acting so hysterical right now..." Looking around, he steps a little closer, asking me quietly, "Are- Are you on your period? Is that it? Are you in pain? Do you need something? I have some pads and tampons in the van."

As an upset sigh leaves me and I try to contain the tears stinging in my eyes, he continues, "I- I also have some spare clothes for you. I should've thought of that earlier, but you're wearing black; nobody saw anything, Sweetheart."

"I'm not on my fucking period, Munson. I- I don't want you to go because I don't like her," I groan desperately, but Eddie shakes his head. "That's not true. You don't mind Chrissy."

No, I said she's nice because you're head over heels for her and don't like me critiquing miss perfect.

"You don't know who I like and don't like," I hiss. "Our twelfth years of friendship say differently," Eddie says calmly. "Ten minutes, okay?"

I follow the few steps he takes after him. "No. Fuck, no," I exclaim, trying to stay in control over a situation out of my control. "If you go now, I won't talk to you again."

Eddie looks at me in disbelief, "You're kidding?" as I don't answer, he says hurt, "I'm not letting you manipulate me like that."

Stubbornly, I shake my head. "No. Chrissy or me."

"I'm not playing that game, [y/n]," the metalhead tells me sternly. "Whatever's going on right now, you better have calmed down when I'm back."

"You're still going to meet her?" I ask, and as he shrugs, I shrug as well. "Kay," I say, starting to walk away.

It was stupid to think I'd have a chance against perfect, sweet, lovable Chrissy.

"Where are you going?" Eddie calls after me. "Home," I bite out between jealous, heartbroken tears.

"Come back. I'll drive you." I turn around, look at him shortly, and scoff, "Go drive Chrissy home."

Before he can say another word, I put on my headphones, turn up the volume of my walkman, and go home.

*****

Now today wasn't a toxic masterpiece delivered by me at all. After a shower and faceplanting into my bed, I realized that I maybe overreacted a little.

To be fair, it fucking kills me to think of Eddie being with the girl he has longed for, for years now. He's sweet and loving. Once he loves you, he'll never let go of you. He's as fucking loyal as a dog.

And if he ends up with Chrissy, it'll always be them. I'll have to face the reality of never being more to Eddie than his best friend and watch him be happy with somebody else.

I start crying again. The last time my heart hurt this badly had been after our first time when he decided to let us become friends without benefits again and dated this metalhead chick that looked like she came straight from one of his magazines.

I cannot hold up with a woman with professional stylists that make her look like a metalhead's wet dream.

I cannot hold up with preppy, perfect Chrissy Cunningham.

Those are the women he wants. I'm simply not it.

"Hey, Sweetheart," Eddie suddenly coos, sitting down next to me on my Black Sabbath sheets.

I hadn't noticed him coming in, but he also roams my home as though it is his own. "Go away," I mumble, trying to wipe my tears away without him seeing.

He sighs, making himself comfortable and simply pulling me into his lap. "What's going on, [y/n]?" "Nothing," I whimper, losing all self-respect as I bury my face in his chest and inhale his scent.

"You picked a fight with me," he says, still confused about my irrational behavior but also holding me tight since it worries him. "We don't fight."

That's true; we don't. Never have had any reason to. Sometimes we bicker, but I know I shot way over the target today.

"What did Chrissy want?" I ask as his thumb dries my tears, and he rocks us back and forth a little.

"You won't believe it, but it was drugs," he chuckles, and I physically relax in his arms.

I overreacted. There is no reality I have to face, and we could still happen in my fantasy. Chrissy isn't going to take Eddie away from me.

"Nothing else?" I ask, able to look at him without crying.

He shakes his head. "Nope. But she is definitely not as sweet and innocent as she pretends to be," he chuckles. "She wants the hard stuff, so we're meeting after the game tonight, and I'll take her back to my place to get high."

I feel dizzy from the verbal whiplash I just received. Within a second, I sit on the other side of my bed, looking at Eddie and exclaiming, "What?"

Looking at me confused, he answered,  "That's where my stash is, and she has nobody to watch her, so I offered-"

I shake my head, interrupting him. "Go." "What?" "Get out of my room," I repeat, feeling anxiety starting to make me sick.

Situation already forced me to be realistic today as Eddie chose her instead of me, as I forced him to. There will never be anything between us. Eddie will be himself around Chrissy when they're alone, she'll see how sweet and amazing he is, and I'll be fucked.

"Sweetheart-" The nickname burns in my lungs as he'll never mean it the way I want him to. "Don't call me that. Go away, and fucking leave me alone," I cry, wrapping my arms around myself.

Eddie nods, getting up from my bed. "Okay... I- I'm gonna pick you up later for the campaign." I crawl up to my pillows, rolling into a ball. "I'm not going."

He looks at me, confused. "What? But- But the cult of Vecna and-" Hugging one of my pillows, I whimper, "I don't care. Just invite Chrissy."

Eddie walks to my bedroom door, holding the doorknob as he says, "But I don't want her there; I want you. Look, I- I don't know what I did, or what Chrissy did... But please don't be mad at me."

The sadness in his voice hurts me. It isn't his fault that I love him, and his feelings lie elsewhere. But I'm in pain, pain I caused myself, and the cure can only ever come to me in a fever dream.

As Eddie leaves, I begin crying again. I will ruin everything between us if I continue like this. I don't even like the person I was today. I don't tear other women down; I don't use Eddie's affection for me as a bargaining chip...

When my mother comes home from the meditation class she gives once a week, she finds me crying in my bedroom. As I said, there are no secrets between us, so I bawl my eyes out and tell her about today.

"Honey, I hate telling you this, but if loving Eddie turns you into a person you don't like or even recognize... maybe it's better to come clean about your feelings and, if necessary, let him go," she sighs

"Don't wanna lose him," I say as she begins massaging my neck, stiff from all the anxiety I felt today.

"I think it's better to risk and lose him than end up losing yourself and hating what remains of you."

I don't answer because I hate that she's right. Despite my metalhead appearance and all the cliches associated with it, I am balanced. I am friendly, calm, and rarely angry.

Today I was somebody I don't want to be. I don't want my feelings for Eddie turning me into this person forever.

Maybe it is better to let him go...

*****

I wait outside the school until the Hellfire Club meeting ends. When everyone except Eddie has left, I walk into the drama class's prop room that doubles as the Hellfire Club's room.

"Hi," I say gently, staying at the door and watching Eddie clean up. We usually do it together and then go for fast food.

Eddie turns to me and, although surprised, also answers with a soft voice, "Hey."

I came up with a plan at home, and though I feel like every bone in my body is getting broken, I have to follow through with it.

I'll confess my feelings. I will take Eddie's answer of how he only ever saw me as his friend, and then I'll leave this friendship in the past.

There is no logical reason to continue hurting myself and Eddie with my aching heart.

"How did it go?" I ask, stepping closer and helping collect his notes. He smiles sweetly, "They defeated Vecna. Wish you would've been there. It was so cool."

"I'm sorry for today. I- I wasn't..." "What was the reason?" he interrupts me. "I- I just want to understand what freaked you out so much."

"I- I- It's... I don't know," I chicken out, unable to finally bite the bullet and speak up.

Like he can see my internal struggle, Eddie lifts one of his dice. "You know what that is?" "A D20," I reply, looking at the twenty-sided ember-colored dice in his hand.

He shakes his head. "Uh-uh. It's a dice of truth. If I roll it and it shows any number over 10... You'll have to tell me the truth."

As I shake my head, too scared of the dice forcing me to speak, he changes his offer, "Everything above 15. That's a 75% chance we'll just forget today and move on like nothing happened."

"That was some quick math for someone hating it so much," I giggle, hiding that this is the ideal way for me to chicken out. "Okay."

"Do you want me to roll it?" Eddie asks, and I nod.

I don't believe in destiny. I do believe in karma due to my parents, but destiny is bullshit. Yet, the dice lands on twenty.

Only a 25% chance, and the 20 still looks at me, laughing triumphantly.

Eddie grins at that, the boyish grin I've always been so smitten with. He leans against the desk, crossing his arms and waiting for my answer.

For the truth of why I was acting so strange today.

"I- I just don't understand why you want to be with Chrissy when..." I bite my lip, taking a deep breath. "When I'm right here?"

His brown puppy eyes become wider, his smile fading. I continue to speak since I know that if I don't do it now, I never will.

"I love you, always have, and you just see me as a friend." My throat tightens, and tears run down my cheek as I exclaim, upset, "That- That just fucking hurts, okay?"

"Is that why you never dated anyone after we had sex?" he asks, frowning. I nod. "I just wanted you, but you didn't want me anymore."

At that, Eddie closes the distance between us. "Sweetheart, that wasn't the reason I stopped being with you," he says, cupping my cheeks and wiping away my tears. "Not at all."

My embarrassingly hot cheeks burn under his cool rings. "Then- Then why did you stop- Why did we stop...?"

He shakes his head. "You don't want to know..." "Yes, I do," I insist.

For a moment, he looks at me as though I am a piece of art and all of his damnation at once. His hands never leave my face, but he slowly backs me against the table.

"Nosey, nosey, little thing," he lectures me, a grin parting his lips. "Now listen here, when I was sixteen, I had a small little crush on Chrissy. Nothing more. And after you and I had sex, I never even looked at her again..."

The metalhead chuckles darkly, self-deprecating almost. "That night, my little hellfire, you fucking cursed me, put me under your spell," he says, pressing himself against me, so my body is trapped between him and the table. "You made me fall in love with you... so much."

His cheeks are tinted in soft pink, our breathing hangs heavily between us, and there is a slight stutter of nervousness in his voice. "I- I didn't want to ruin our friendship, so I just- just decided to never act on any of those feelings again."

A sigh sounding more like a soft moan, escapes me. "I wish you would've," I tell him, and he raises his brows. "Yeah?" he asks tauntingly, and I nod, making him chuckle, "Me too."

Eddies face comes closer, replacing one of his hands as it moves to my waist. I can feel his lips against my skin, his warm breath tickling me and making me lose sanity.

"P-Please..." I whimper, unsure what else to say but willing to say whatever he wants as long as it makes him stay this close.

"You know," he whispers, "All I could think of whenever I fucked somebody over the years were those little whimpers and moans of yours."

His low voice has me become a puddle in his hands. I feel myself becoming desperate for his touch as he confesses to me, "They haunted me, Sweetheart. It was like I needed to imagine them to even come."

All these years, it nagged on me that I would never be one of the women he dated or slept with, never be what he wanted, but Eddie had to think of me when he was with them.

He presses his pelvis against me, letting me feel the erection hiding in his ripped jeans. My hips jolt up, moving against him in a search for friction.

"You need it that badly, baby?" he chuckles, and I nod, breathing out his name like a prayer.

Eddie helps me onto the desk, spreading my legs and stepping between them. As he does this, a cool breeze creeps under my black skirt; I am so wet I have already soaked through my panties and tights.

The hand he'd placed on my waist moves down to my butt, harshly groping it and moving me to the edge of the table. There he begins to grind his clothes hard-on against me, giving me the friction I was looking for.

"More," I demand greedily, moving myself against him. "Please, please."

Eddie grins, the hand on my cheek leading me to his lips. I sigh into the kiss, which is so soft that it takes me back to our very first kiss. Like it did years ago, his hand is shaking.

Mine move up, wrapping around his neck. I hear Eddie chuckle into the kiss, his tongue licking against my bottom lips, asking for access I am more than willing to grant him.

There is no chance I'll ever let him go. It would be like giving away my ability to breathe.

Our kiss becomes sloppy, wild, and unhinged. Both his hands now groping my butt harshly as we hump against each other like the horny teenagers we once were.

A loud moan of mine lets Eddie pull away and ask, "That feel good?"

I nod, grabbing his Hellfire Club shirt and pulling it out of his jeans. "Please, please fuck me, Eddie," I beg, brain short-circuiting as my hand comes in contact with his happy trail.

He steps back, unbuckling his pants. "Your wish is my command," he tells me in a British accent he learned for one of his campaigns' characters.

My eyes don't shy away from starting at his throbbing cock as he pulls down his jeans and boxers. "Fuck," he cusses as I reach out, pumping his length, head falling back for a second.

Grabbing the thin fabric of my tights, Eddie gives them a harsh tug, ripping them at my center. He pulls my panties aside, replacing my hand with his own, and guiding the tip of his cock along my dripping pussy.

I feel him plus against me, whining noises leaving me as he enters me with one solid thrust. "There we go," he mutters pleased as he bottoms out inside me.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, we giggle almost stupidly before kissing. Eddie thrusts himself slowly into me, moving as gently as possible to have me grow accustomed to his cock.

"Please, don't stop. Feels so good," I whimper, having him pick up the pace while clenching his jaw. "Shit, I know, baby."

I am on cloud nine as he pounds into me, crying his name out loud and not caring who might hear it. Then Eddie pushes me onto my back, dice piercing my back, the pain adding to my pleasure while he loses himself in my pussy.

Animalist growls escape him; he throws his head back, exposing the delicious vein poking out there under his skin.

I reach out for it, but Eddie grabs my wrists with one of his hands, holding them above my head. I arch my back while his nails dig into my wrists and the soft skin of my butt.

It's ethereal. The pain and the pleasure dance together to the sound of the table scratching against the floor beneath it.

I feel myself tighten around his cock, the pressure inside me evolving to something more addicting than any drug we ever tried together. "I- I'm gonna- please," I whimper, not caring for the tears running down my face.

"So close for me," Eddie praises. "Shit, you're so hot like that, spread out on the desk, only for me. Only for me to see, to love... Only for me to fuck."

His words make me clench around him. "Eddie, I-" I whimper instead of finishing my cries, the lewd wet sounds of our doing clouding my mind.

He nods, eyes looking at me softly. His hips stutter for a second before he continues the brutal rhythmical assault on my pussy. "Show me, show me how good I make you feel. Come," he encourages me firmly. "Come, baby."

Suddenly, the coil inside me snaps. My legs shake violently as I come around Eddie, my eyes rolling into the back of my head before closing entirely.

His hips stutter again, thrust harder into me while losing all of their rhythm. "Fuck. Shit, shit, shit-" he curses, interrupting himself with a groan, hot cum, claiming me as his from the inside.

Letting go of my wrists, Eddie drops to his elbows. We're panting heavily, and I involuntarily clench around him as he begins to kiss my neck.

"You're still on the pill, right?" he asks softly, his eyes fixed on mine as I open them. I nod, both is us giggling, still drunk from our orgasm high.

Eddie is the first one to collect himself. He gets up and tucks himself away before pulling my panties back into place.

After helping me to sit up, he gives me space and takes a couple of steps back. I get off the desk, legs feeling like jello.

"Can- can you hold me?" I ask carefully, not knowing where we now stand. He smiles, nodding and taking my hands. "Of course, come here."

Eddie walks us to his thrown, sitting down in it and pulling me into his lap, arms wrapping around me. I feel safe as he holds me, kissing the top of my head. This for eternity would still be too short.

"Did you mean it?" I ask, propping myself up against his chest and looking into these beautiful chocolate brown eyes I love so much.

It's a leap of faith I have to take as I know that I can no longer be his friend, especially not after this.

He nods, a lopsided smile forming on his kissable lips. "I meant everything I said. I love you."

My soul almost exits my body. I feel like I could cry from joy. I waited forever to hear these words from my best friend, and now I know they sound more beautiful than imagination has made me believe.

"Did you mean it?" Eddie asks me back, insecure. I begin smiling. "I love you too."

He brings our lips together, kissing me gently. Every bit of insecurity has left my body. Let him spend time with Chrissy if he wants, and let her get high while he watches over her.

Eddie loves deeply—always has. That's why he always hoped for something in the long-term, retreating to affairs without feelings as he couldn't find it. If he says he loves me, I'll never have to fear as though he loves forever.

As he pulls away, his eyes sparkle like never before. Giddily he asks, "I- I'm right to assume that we're- we're..." I continue his sentence, giggling, "Boyfriend and girlfriend? Bonnie and Clyde?"

"King and Queen of Hellfire Club," he states proudly, looking over the mess we made on the table.

"You wanna roll the dice to check?" I ask cheekily, and he nods, letting me turn around in his lap, grab the ember-colored D20 from before, and roll it.

"Sixteen," Eddie sighs, relieved, and I giggle. "That was so close." He shrugs. "Still counts, though."

Kissing down my cheek, jaw, and neck, he asks, "You wanna come with me when I give Chrissy her stuff? Afterward, we can take a long hot shower and spend the night cuddling."

I grab the dice again, announcing, "Four." I shrug apologetically. "Eh. Sorry. Dice said no."

Eddie promptly loses his smile. "Don't listen to the dice; it's a liar," he asserts dramatically, tossing the D20 across the table. "I'm the Dungeon Master; what I say goes."

I giggle, his stern gaze almost breaking. Pressing another kiss on his dramatic pout, I say, "Well, if that's the case, let's pack our stuff and go home."

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[daystarvoyage]

Luz Shouldve Been Dressed By A POC (Person Of Color Or Luz Batista To Show Better Cultural & POC Reprensation)

Hello Tumblers, This is kyoko cane of daystar voyage, as a proud black person who’s genderqueer who makes content creations On Pop culture such as Cosplay & drag, I do talk on Animation & Family Entertainment So glad to get this topic cause what we see on tv can be put into reality, Now (Disclaimer)

I will not accept hate on the daystar voyage anyone who can’t handle different opinions, ship whatever (unless legal) if not walk out or off this spaceship into a asteroid belt and black hole

Don’t hate appreciate.

One more thing I do love my girl Luz pilot outfits, there goals however wish they had time to put patterns into her clothes often, like I said in my hootview

However the female cast had a better closet then her, and I did discuss that in my video, for some time they did make her dress in a shonen archetype, (which I made a post about her hair) or an spicy Latina Which of of course personality wise too, (cause she’s made to be the gender non confirming character) but excuse all that cause in a way, the staff shoulda hired someone whos Either Afro, African American Or Latin to dress this girl.

Oh boy now that im done rewatching The Owl House there’s so much in store soon anyway,

I do feel its time to start this short post, I have a fashion hootview which is the intermission so there’s still a lot to come meantime, finished my rewatch of The Owl House as an animation lover,

Lets discuss this topic at hand,

2020s animators need to take notes on costuming & style tips to make characters stand out in environments and to treat there characters better in fashion or color coordination,

yes you can have a color coded character and not rely of a main palette to be able to bring out there features & complexion,

Animators need to take notes, how to properly show kids & there audience that good clothing could be put onto a character of any occasion & not have to rely on sexuality or Stereotype (Disney Programs have a hit or miss on certain shows.)

while proper fashion can do justice, that goes into making a franchise and making a product to sell for marketability in retail & consumers.

if the character or product can be sold with a great design if executed flawless by character, design, costuming, and the app that comes within the series,

This goes to the fandom cause there might be future artistsor small indie creators reading this who probably never read, or look up fashion brands, magazines either hot couture or brand clothing and don’t have that knowledge But that shouldn’t stop you from being able to experiment with different color palettes on what goes into your art.

The fandom needs a wake up call that not only is everything’s perfect and people have the right to critic and criticize a show or any form of art.

cause fandoms today has a self righteous way of bullying others of different opinions and ostracizing others and ithas to stop,

Here’s a quick tv trope in color-coded characters, & a Toonsmag article on fashion in animation.

Marketability is a important factor, industries rely on that to make the money off of that series, be a cartoons or projects,

it impacts the character and representation that kids see when they purchase said item and teaching kids, see good representation within media can matter if done right.

Especially POCs if executed well however

DONW BELOW in some cases miraculous ladybug fumbles it hard, at one point had all the poc of color (EXAMPLE limited to alya and nino if not max be lighter tones on there merch.)

You know lighting character's skin tones like Alya and other brown or dark skin characters, on their products & merch (bad ethnic representation award goes to them).

Not to mention the whole Vas underpaid controversy, that’s been discussed countless times.

(still disappointed about there business decisions)

I appreciate the love of anyone who can view and read this article if you gotten this far,

thanks for reading make sure to check my Tumblr and YouTube vlog cause so much of this particular series I’m gonna debunk

The show had a-lot going for it however feel flat including in the fashion department along miraculous ladybug that’s another thing to be discuss OH BOY so anyway

here’s an example of the video game art of Guilty Gear showing great costume progress years later

always educate yourself cause I do want my platform to show variety on what I offer creatively and semi-education-wise to be able to let people be inspired and that you don't need to follow trends, thank you very much seeya on the next space voyage.

#the owl house #toh #luz noceda #lumity #i honestly don't know why amity puts up with luz's bs #molly mcgee #amphibia #Luz nocedas closet is low tier then the female cast #fashion in animation #animation get yourself a fashion magazine educate yourself kids need inspiration in clothing and costuming #dana terrace #amity has a better closet but you know how that is #don’t put glaze over a shows flaws with lgbt representation #anti lumity #toh critic #toh criticism #toh critical #the owl house needed a lot more time in the oven better yet have another bakery make it #animation what are you doing #toh needs to know it’s flaws to be better #Luz noceda is not good ethnic representation neither is Gus #pro shipping #miraculous ladybug #Daystar voyage #Kyoko cane #take notes kids there’s better fashion in animation #the owl house pilot #toh pilot #luz noceda girl wheres the long hair #please get pocs to do black characters only

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Ynghadin (Minotaur)

Rating: Mature Relationship: Female Elf/Male Minotaur Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Boyfriend, Interspecies Romance, Reader Insert, Minotaur, Manhwa Tropes Content Warnings: Child Abuse, Physical Abuse, Kidnapping, Death, Murder, Abduction Words: 4651

A slave girl for an information guild learns that her parents are looking for her and escapes with the investigator sent to find her, only for her savior to be murdered right before her eyes. She meets her savior's son, who is now a captive of the guild, and swears she'll do whatever she can to help him escape. Please reblog and leave feedback!

The Traveler's Masterlist The Towns (Beyond Shelter Forest)

All you knew was the guild.

The guild leader, Marcus, was a cruel, cynical man of mixed-orcish descent who had always made it very clear that he was not your father. The first time you asked who your parents were, he made the off-handed remark that they had sold you to the guild for a pouch of tobacco and two pints of beer. The second time you asked, he slapped you and told not to ask stupid questions. You didn’t ask again.

You’d been the maid for the guild for most of your life, though you were locked inside a windowless closet that served as your room when the sun was up, and only permitted to do your work at night when most other people would be asleep. If you set foot out of the closet for a single second during the daytime, you’d be beaten to within an inch of your life. You didn’t mind it working the night shift, though, despite the fact that you couldn’t eat or relieve yourself until Marcus unlocked the door in the evening. Since the other guild members delighted in bullying and tormenting you, it was preferable to work when most of them were unconscious or out on jobs.

Marcus was strangely possessive of you and didn’t want people seeing or interacting with you besides himself and  his most trusted men, and even that was closely monitored by Marcus. You were not to speak to anyone other than Marcus, so most people, including many of the guild members, were under the impression that you couldn’t speak at all. You had to wear a heavy cloak and boy’s clothes far too large, stuffed with cloth, to hide your body shape, making you look more like an adult gnome than a human child. Marcus regularly shaved your head as well, telling you that he hated the color. Most of the guild, the ones who knew of you, believed you to be a boy rather than a girl, a misapprehension Marcus did not correct. 

The guild dealt in information, and all of its members were angry, violent men who would do whatever was necessary to get what they wanted. You’d often witnessed the aftermath of such interrogations and had been made to clean up the blood, teeth, and body parts. You tried to close your heart to it and not think about it, but it was very hard to do, especially since you weren’t even six years old the first time you’d been given the task of mopping up the remains. 

Secretly, the guild was also quite adept at political kidnappings and would periodically abduct family members of high-ranking officials and dignitaries, sometimes for ransom, sometimes to cause unrest among the nobility or destabilize a certain family they felt had too much power, and sometimes they did it just for fun. They were discreet, careful, and masters of their craft: they never spoke around the captive, never revealed their faces, and the abductee had their hands tied and their eyes covered at all times. They often employed the use of drugs and potions to both incapacitate the victim as well as wipe their memory in the unlikely event they managed to escape. 

You had always been tasked with feeding and caring for the abductee, who were kept in a special cell built into a crawl space in the basement. Very few ever got returned, even if the ransom was paid. You always felt sad when Marcus told you, with a glib smile, that you didn’t need to feed the captive anymore, because it usually meant that they were either dead or had been sold into slavery abroad. 

One evening when you were ten, you had awoken at your usual hour and were sitting on the threadbare blanket laid over a scattering of straw that served as your bed, waiting for Marcus to unlock your door so that you could get started cleaning, hoping to dodge as many of the guild members as you could. 

Except the door never opened. You listened with your ear to the door and heard nothing. Daring to look out of the gap at the bottom of the door, you saw that the common area where most of the guild members hung out was completely empty, looking as though it had been cleared out in a hurry. There was even half eaten food, half drunk tankards, and coats left hanging on the back of chairs, abandoned in their haste. 

While you felt a little bit of relief at the idea of not having to deal with the guild members for a little while longer, you were also anxious at the prospect of what could have caused all of the members to flee the guildhouse quickly, leaving you behind forgotten.

Suddenly, you heard footsteps and edged away from the door, feeling panicky. The footsounds stopped at your door, and the person outside fiddled with the lock momentarily before breaking the lock altogether and pulling the door open. Standing there looking down at you was a massive minotaur, silver in color with a black ruff around his neck and a white strip of fur down his forehead that merged at a gradient with the silver fur of his face. There was a black square at the tip of his nose that spanned the length between his nostrils. He wore trousers and a closed vest with weapons here and there. He seemed imposing, but the look on his face was wondering and reverent. 

“Oh, gods,” He breathed. “It is you. He tried to disguise you, but he can’t fool me; I’d know you anywhere.” 

You’d never seen him before, but Marcus had mentioned a minotaur like him several times, telling you that he was a monster who would kill and eat you if he caught you. Before, you thought it was just a scary story he told you to keep you obedient, except now the proof was standing right in front of you.

He took a step forward, and you shrank back from him and huddled against the wall in fear. Sensing your terror, he knelt down and held out his hands. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart, it’s alright. I know you’re scared. My name is Yngan. Can you tell me your name?” 

You didn’t answer, hoping your expression appeared as though you didn’t understand the question.

“I’ve been looking for you for a very long time, sweetheart. Your mummy and daddy miss you very much.” 

Despite your misgivings, you stopped cowering a little at those words, though you were careful not to speak. 

“I’m going to take you away from this place, alright? If you want,” He said, reaching for you but not picking you up, instead waiting for you to come to him. “I’ll take you home. Do you want to go home?” 

You hesitated, fearful of Marcus’s retaliation for disobeying the rules, but eventually you got up and walked into his arms slowly. He was gentle when he picked you up, shaking his head in disgust. 

“My word, you’re naught but bones. You hardly weigh anything at all. Does that bastard even feed you?”

You looked up at him, surprised, but didn’t answer. 

He tsked sadly and reached into his pocket, pulling out some dried jerky. “Sorry, this is all I’ve got on me. Don’t worry, little one, there will be plenty of food where we’re going. Mountains of food, the best there is. You’ll never, ever be hungry again after today.” 

You nibbled on the jerky and blinked at the thought. Did your parents own a farm? Were they grocers? 

“You look just like your father, did you know? You’ve both got the same eyes and that upturned button nose. We’re friends, I grew up with him. He’ll be so happy to see you again. Your mum, too.” 

He looked around, pausing for a moment to listen, and hunched a little as he continued, trying to move quickly but silently. 

“We have to go quietly if we’re going to pass through the net they’ve spread,” Yngan said. “Stay quiet, alright, sweetheart?” 

You nodded, and he smiled. 

He climbed up a hill with you on his hip like a small child, stealthing through the underbrush and staying under the trees. Out of nowhere, there was a shout at the base of the hill to the right, and the Yngan swore under his breath. 

“Hold on to me, sweetheart, we have to run!” 

You dropped the jerky and gripped the fur of his neck, holding on for dear life as he sprinted through the trees. A whistling sound came at you rapidly and you heard a sick, wet THUNK as it connected.

“Shit!” Yngan exclaimed, falling only momentarily before regaining his footing and setting off again, only he was limping badly. Crying in terror, you clung to him as he ran. Another whistling and THUNK impacted Yngan’s body, and he cried out in pain, but didn’t stop. He was grunting and snorting through his wide nostrils, his breathing labored, and you could see an arrow sticking out of his back. 

“Stop, you son of a bitch!” You heard Marcus call from behind you. You were unable to suppress a cry of fear, which made Yngan clutch you tighter to him. Another three arrows pierced his back, and he bellowed, slowing to a stop and falling to his knees.

“I’m sorry,” He wheezed. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry, Larongar. I’m so sorry.” 

You had just enough time to pat his face in a weak attempt to comfort him when you were snatched out of his embrace by Marcus, who held you up by your collar. Within seconds, the three of you were surrounded by Marcus’s men, all leveling weapons at Yngan’s supine form.

“Let her go, you fucking monster!” Yngan shouted over his pain. Blood was trickling from his mouth and nose.

“So the pot calls the kettle,” Marcus sneered, laughing. “Bet you thought you were slick, setting up that ambush. Nary a one of those pissants you call men left to save you. Is this what you wanted?” He said, dangling you in front of Yngan. “This is worth dying over, eh? This stick of shite? Are you going to lecture me on how I’ll never get away with this?” He kicked Yngan in the teeth. “Spare me. And you!” Marcus threw you to the ground and drew his sword. “Look close, bitch, this is what you get when you don’t follow the rules.” 

He raised his sword with both hands and brought it down into Yngan back, straight through the heart. A wail of anguish escaped your lips and you fell to your knees next to Yngan’s body, weeping. Marcus grabbed your face in his thick fingers and forced you to look at him. 

“You don’t follow the rules, people die. You understand that?” 

Sobbing, you nodded as best you could with him holding you, and he released you forcefully.  

“Put this thing back in the cupboard,” He ordered one of his men, and he picked you up forcibly and bodily threw you to someone opposite him. “No food or water until I say so.” 

The man Marcus handed you to hauled you up over his shoulder and carried you off, and you looked back at the body of the only person who had ever shown you kindness. You’d only known him for thirty minutes, but it had been the warmest thirty minutes of your short, sad life. The cold that settled back into your body was all the worse for having a single taste of that warmth, and the weight of the guilt crushed your heart.

You spent the next few days locked in your cubby, immobile and staring at the wall, recovering from the savage beating you’d endured that night when Marcus returned. On the fourth day, the door opened and Marcus, holding a tray, instructed you to feed the new prisoner, telling you that the two of you could share the meager meal between you. It was the first scrap of food you’d even seen since that jerky Yngan had given you. Numbly, you took the tray of rock-hard bread and boiled carrots downstairs into the basement and had to crouch to get into the crawlspace to reach the cramped cell.

In the cell was a boy, a minotaur. You couldn’t determine how old he was, since he was far larger than you and you hadn’t really met any other kids besides yourself, but you knew he was still a kid since he didn’t have horns yet. His fur was pale in color, like unripe wheat, and his eyes were black. He looked at you and snorted heavily with hostility, until he saw that you were quite a bit smaller than him and in rather poor condition, with your bruised face, black eye, and split lip. His demeanor went from aggressive to simply distrustful.

“Who are you?” He asked, his tone far from friendly. He rattled the bars on the cell door. “Let me out!”

You didn’t answer him. Instead, you sat on the dusty floor in front of the bars and held out the cup that had the water in it to him through the bars. He hesitantly sat and took it, sniffed it, and sipped slowly. While he drank, you split the bread in half and gave him some of it, dipping your own in the water the carrots had been boiled in to soften it before eating it. 

“You’re beat to hell. Are you alright?” He asked.

You still refused to answer. You weren’t going to break any more rules and get anyone else hurt. 

“Who are you? Are you being kept here, like me? Did those bastards kill your dad, too?”

You looked up at him in surprise. Oh.This boy was Yngan’s son. Before he could say anything else, your face crumpled and you cried, unable to stop, though you did what you could to prevent yourself from making any noise. The boy didn’t try to comfort you, but neither did he admonish you for being upset or laugh at you, as Marcus would have done. 

“My name is Ynghadin,” He said. “Can you tell me your name?” 

Ordinarily, you didn’t give people any indication that you understood much of what they said, so that they wouldn’t continue trying to converse with you. But you owed this person for getting his father killed, so you shook your head; as long as you didn’t speak, you weren’t breaking any rules.

“Can you speak? Or… did they order you not to talk to anyone?” He asked, and you nodded. “Ah, I see.” He examined you carefully. “Aren’t you human?” 

You nodded.

“But… why is your blood blue?” He asked, reaching a hand out to point at your split lip. “Most folks bleed red.”

You pulled away instinctively. Marcus told you that you had some sort of disease that dirtied the blood, and that’s why you must never meet with people outside of the guild, since others would only see you as a spreader of plague and have you killed and burned to protect the village from disease. He said that you should be grateful he was being kind and housing a sick person like you.

But you couldn’t tell him that, so you only shrugged and motioned for him to eat. He fished out chunks of the carrots and ate them, but left the bread untouched. 

“You can have that,” He said, pointing at the bread, which he had set back down on the tray immediately after you handed it to him. “I can’t eat it. Makes me itch.”

You didn’t need telling twice. You snatched back the bread and soaked it in the carrot water. 

Once the two of you had finished eating, you took the tray and left him staring after you with mild confusion and no small amount of worry. 

Several days passed in this manner, with you only being let out to feed Ynghadin, and eating the only meal you’d get for the day with him. You weren’t sure when Ynghadin would be sold off or ransomed. That is, if there was anyone left to pay the ransom, as his father’s guild had been wiped out following Yngan’s break-in and flight with you, adding to your sense of guilt.

Sitting in your locked closet with your back to the door gave you at least something to listen to, since the closet was located toward the end of the bar of the guildhouse, even if the conversations the numbers conducted were vile and evil in nature. You hadn’t really met most of the members, since they were usually asleep or out on missions when you did your work, so their voices kind of blended together, but you could pick out one or two familiar ones. Marcus’s always stood out.

“When are we getting rid of the brat downstairs?” One of his closest men asked. “Little git nearly bit my thumb off yesterday.” 

“Soon,” Marcus responded. “No one’s ponied up the money to bail him, so we can dig and dump him whenever I’ve a mind to it.” 

Your blood ran cold and your heart stopped. “Dig and Dump” was code for burying a person alive. It was one of Marcus’s favorite ways of disposing of troublesome captives. 

“Oh, wah?” The man replied indignantly. “You’re not having me dig the damn hole, are ya?” 

“Nah, nah, nah,” Marcus said with a laugh. “I’mma make the pipsqueak do it. Punishment for that runner he did.”

His friend snorted. 

You tuned out the rest of the conversation. They were going to kill him, and it was all your fault. There had to be something you could do to help him. 

Marcus pulled you out of your closet early that evening and marched you out to the forest with two shovels on his shoulder. Once you got to the site where the grave would be dug, Marcus chained you to a nearby tree and instructed you to dig. It was going to take you the better part of a week and several beatings before you’d have the job done, but you hoped that you’d figure something out before the hole was dug.

When morning broke, your hands were badly blistered and bleeding, and you’d only dug a foot and a half into the earth while Marcus had dozed. He snorted awake and took the shovel from your hands, giving you a raw potato and a half-filled water skin, and instructed you to return to your cubby. Someone else had apparently fed Ynghadin in your absence. Or at least, you hoped that was the case.

Each day that passed, where you were digging Ynghadin’s grave and not having a chance to see him, your panic rose steadily. If you couldn’t figure out what you could do to help him, he was going to die. 

The fifth night of the dig, you finally stumbled on the answer. As you were inside the now four-foot-deep hole in the ground, digging, and Marcus was snoozing against the tree to which you were tied, you heard the shovel hit something metallic. Your heart rate ratched up and you glanced at Marcus, who didn’t wake up, and knelt slowly to excavate with your bare, damaged fingers. A few seconds unearthed the solution: the broken tip of a sword about four to five inches long, rusted and jagged, but the point of it was still razor sharp. Where it had come from, why it was there, and how long it had been buried might have been questions you’d have had interest in in another situation, but right now, it seemed like a divine gift from the gods. 

For the first time in your life, the too-big, bulky boy’s clothes that Marcus made you wear had a practical use. You were able to hide the sword fragment in them without any of the shape showing up outwardly. You got back up and continued digging. 

When dawn arrived, Marcus determined that the hole was deep enough and led you back to the guildhouse, instructing you to go down and feed the boy for the final time, since he would wait until dark to finish him off. With your heart in your throat, you collected a tray of gruel from the kitchen and wiggled your way into the crawlspace. 

Ynghadin looked up and jumped to his feet when you arrived. 

“Are you alright?! I haven’t seen you in days, I thought they killed you,” He said, gripping the bars. 

You put the tray on the ground and gripped his hands, speaking to him for the first time. 

“Keep quiet! They’re going to kill you,” You whispered, your voice weak and scratchy from disuse. “Tonight. Marcus is going to bury you alive.”

He was momentarily stunned to hear you speak, but then he grew serious. “How do you know?” 

“Marcus has had me out digging your grave every night,” You told him, showing him your bloody, blistered hands. 

“What do I do?” 

You looked back at the crawl space opening before reaching into your clothes and retrieving the broken sword blade. “I found this,” You said, handing it to him. “I wish I had more, but this is all I can give you.”

“No, this is plenty,” He said, taking it and hiding it inside his own clothes. “Are you coming?” 

You shook your head. “I’ve only been sent to bring you your last meal. They’ll lock me up again when I’m done.” 

“Can you get out?” 

“No. my cubby is just outside of the main common area and it has no windows.” 

“But…” He said, frowning. “I can’t just leave you here.”

“I’ll just slow you down. I can buy you time. You have to go without me.” 

He blinked, staring at you as if you’d evaporate. “I’ll come back,” He said. “I’ll come back and get you. I promise.” 

You shook your head and smiled sadly. “I’m nobody you need to worry about. Run far away, Ynghadin. Don’t look back.” 

“Oi, bitch, get out here!” Marcus called after you. You prayed he hadn’t heard your conversation. You made to move away, but Ynghadin seized your hand to hold you there for another moment. 

“I promise,” He said quietly. “I’ll come find you no matter what, I swear.”

Gently, you pulled your hand from his and rushed to exit the crawlspace.

You were unable to sleep that day, jittery and shaking from worry, and when night fell, you began anxiously pacing your room, chewing your thumbnail. For a few hours, all was quiet, but just as you had sat down and had nearly dozed off, the sound of a flurry of activity snapped you awake. Your door flew open and one of Marcus’s most trusted men, a rakshasa named Toru, snatched you up and carried you out of the room under his arm like a small dog. You looked around and saw everyone tearing things down and packing up anything that could be useful in one hell of a hurry. 

Did Ynghadin escape successfully? He must have; the guild had never been this panicked before. Your heart swelled with hope, even as the entire guildhouse was being dismantled around you. 

Toru opened a trunk, threw you into it, warned you to keep quiet, and closed the lid. You then felt the trunk being lifted and moved onto a cart, and the cart took off at a moderately speedy pace. 

In the dark, cramped space of the trunk you were locked in, a rare smile softened your face. He made it. You really did help him. He’d leave this awful place and survive somewhere else. The thought made you happy, and while he had made you the promise to find you, you’d simply be glad if he thought of you from time to time. That way, if you died, you wouldn’t be forgotten. That was enough.

Your happiness was short-lived. When the cart slowed to a stop, the trunk flew open and Marcus reached in and pulled you out by the throat. He had a large gash from his chin to his hairline on the left side, and his left eye was bandaged.

“It was you, wasn’t it?!” He spat in your face. “You gave that son of a bitch the metal! This is all your doing!” 

You didn’t deny it, not even by shaking your head. Marcus punched you in the gut hard, and the air was sucked out of your lungs. 

“Hope it was worth it, because you’ll never see sunlight again!” He put you back into the trunk and closed the lid. 

You struggled to get your breath back. You knew life was about to get worse for you, and you were sure how long it would be before it would get better, if it ever did. But you knew one thing for certain. 

It was absolutely worth it.

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