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janisbuggybones · 3 months

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Rent-a-yandere!....please, we're begging you take them off our hands.

Janis Foster (my oc) × gn!reader

Cw: yandere, rent a partner situation, trans girl yandere, poly relationship kinda, pretty short idk what else I could say, pretty boring tbh (only realizing this as I got to the elevator part :( )

Og idea is from @moyazaika on this post that I kinda spit balled off of and then got the motivation to write again.

You can't believe you found yourself coming to this. One too many late night browsing sessions led you to get overwhelmed with adverts about this new fad in the dating scene. Rent-a-yandere, the hottest site online where you could find a devoted lover for cheap.99 per hour. In all honesty, it did seem appealing when compared to the heartbreak and trauma you've expierienced prior, but you dare stoop so low?

"Hello darling, are you (y/n) (l/n)?" A tall girl said from behind you. She had beautiful pearly paper white skin and matching hair put in one long braid. She had piercing red eyes and dare you mention her height? She was at least nearly twice your height, but her body wasn't well built. She couldn't have been living very healthily If she was that skinny. She had a large chest, despite her skinny body, well in her description it had said she had some cosmetic surgery done before. It didn't look fake or anything and it's not like she showed it off. She wore a modest black turtle neck with small embroidered hearts on the cuffs and chest of the sweater. The sweater was paired with some baggy black jeans and simple black work boots.

Fuck yes

"Oh, yeah that's me...you're Janis Foster, right?" You found yourself asking after getting over the height difference. Shit, were you being rude? She's really pretty, come on, don't fuck it up.

"Yep, the one and only. Honestly I'd be surprised if anyone got me confused for someone else." She smiled softly, her soft pink lips looked tantalizing. "Well, let's be on our way then. I've arranged a breakfast date for us before a big day of fun" She said as she grabbed your hand with her own cold and large hand. Her nails lacked any polish and were neatly manicured.

You remembered you picked the option for her to come up with the itinerary. You hoped it wouldn't be too exhausting, the public can be a bit overwhelming. "A-ah okay!" You find yourself smiling slightly as you went along with her.

She took you to an animal themed Cafe nearby, themed after your favorite pet animal. "I thought you'd like this, darling" She giggled as she checked you both in, having made a reservation. You recall mentioning your favorite animal in the description of yourself they required you to give them.

"Nice and quiet, and they limit it to 10 customers in here at any given time, so I won't have to worry" She giggled innocently but you read between the lines. It made you blush at the thought of such an attractive woman getting jealous of you.

You two were taken to your seat, a seat in the back where one of the animals sat on the table. You promptly gave your order and she gave hers before you were left alone with her.

"Honestly I'm not much of an animal person..I feel like it's a good bit of upkeep that i couldn't keep up with. But I do have a little lavender bunny at home. His name is Geo" She said, starting a conversation as she looked around.

"Oh? Is he purple? I didn't know bunnies could be purple" you said, interested as you looked at the calm animal on the table before it left, instead taking the window sill beside your table as its resting place.

"Oh they do, it's a bit rarer than your average bunny so he cost a good bit, but he's Oh so adorable" She smiled, her bluish eyes landing on you. "I'd say nearly as much as you, cutie" She teased, which left you blushing slightly as you avoided her eye contact for a second.

"O-oh yeah?" You smiled slightly, you never were able to take compliments well.

"Mhm, oh look, food's here" She smiled as the waitress brought your orders. Janis had ordered a simple cup of juice, a bagel, and small bowl of a variety of fruits.

"Thank you for coming here today" the waitress said with a smile as she walked to serve another table.

Janis stared at her for a second with an unreadable expression before turning to you. "In my opinion, breakfast isn't that good. Lunch and dinner foods are far superior" She said with a sip of her juice.

That statement had ignited a conversation that then strayed to your favorite foods and then on to other topics as you ate and enjoyed her company. She wasn't too overwhelming and was sweet up until you two had been finished for a good bit and were asked to leave because her reservation had ended.

She pouted but complied, leaving with you to her next planned activity.

"You had mentioned you liked anime and movies, so I thought we could see that new studio ghibli movie together?" She said with a contagious smile. "You know the guy who writes them and all, Hayao Miyazaki? He keeps announcing his retirement but then goes back to the studio with a new script each time, it's pretty funny when in the interviews with employees they complain about that." She giggled.

"Oh? I can imagine the frustration they must feel" you smiled slightly as you two entered the theater. You then realized, shit, this place is gonna be crowded. Fuck, you hoped it wouldn't be too overwhelming. She then promptly paid for your tickets and some snacks to accompany your movie viewing.

You two passed the many movie posters on the halls as you walked to the movie screening. Dread hit you as you opened the door and you two went in, only to crumble away when the theater had been empty. Did she really book this entire theater room for you?

"Yeah I'm not too good in a crowd either, I'm a walking distraction" She smiled slightly as she led you two to a good pair of seats in the middle of the theater.

"U-uhm I don't know what to say-t-thank you, this is crazy. How did you get your company to pay for something like this?" You found yourself asking. "W-wait sorry I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry..." you apologize a second later after seeing how that could be offensive.

"Oh? They'd never pay for something this expensive. While their other services are much more profitable, my section doesn't get nearly as many sponsored activities like this. I paid out of pocket so you wouldn't feel wierd in the crowd, darling" She smiled. God that smile, how she acted, you swore you'd fall for her before she fell for you.

Her explanation left you blushing and wordless as adverts started rolling on the big projector screen. You unintentionally just ended up staying quiet and watching the movie with her. At around the halfway point of the movie, when you both finished your snacks, she had began holding your hand. It shocked you at first, before you relaxed, discretely returning the gesture.

The rest of the movie went along swimmingly. The plot was heart wrenching and hadn't made you cry, but did arise sadness in you.

As you two walked out the theater and you winced at the bright light, she prosed a question.

"So darling, my place or yours?" She asked "for our next little activity I have planned, a baking sesh" She added with a smile. "I had cute mochi and cookies in mind" She smiled "though mochi isn't baking, it's versatility as something you can shape into a cute thing is almost unmatched" She said

"O-oh-um" you said, taken aback by the idea. You had liked cooking to an extent and mentioned that, but wow. She really planned this out and it left you blushing again....wait...wasn't it in the terms and conditions that neither of you could go to the others house?.....maybe it was for their other service, rent-a-darling? You couldn’t recall and your place was a mess. "My place doesn't look the best...is yours okay?" You asked shyly

Janis giggled "of course! Anything you want is okay with me darling" She smiled as she held your hand and went with you in the direction of her apartment.

Surprisingly based on her ability to buy out a whole theater for you, her apartment was relatively average, though it ran a bit on the pricier side because of the economy lately. The inside looked clean and nice, and the elevator ride was relaxed as she started a conversation about her apartment complex.

"I dont mean to show off where i live, but i hope you like it. When I started living here, it was actually way cheaper than it is now, I'm glad they never raised the price for my rent though. I'm kind of friends with the owner. Not in a wierd way, but we hang out like once a month. They're in my friend group I've had since middle school" She said as she watched the numbers on the small screen above the door go up.

"Oh, that's interesting. I wish I had something like that with my landlord. I've recently been trying to save up for something I want, and it's not going too good in all honesty..... Damn gacha games, am I right?" You smiled, feeling comfortable, but then suddenly worrying you overshared.

"Oh don't get me started! I started playing this gacha game that recently came out and ahhh! The skins look so good, but two are locked behind a pay wall each update" She huffed slightly. "And all the characters have such diverse designs and tons of different ethnicities, how could I not pull for them all and be absoloutely broke in unilogs?" She laughed softly before the elevator stopped, the 6th floor. "Alright now to 603" She said as she held your hand and walked to her apartment.

Nothing was out of the ordinary about her apartment, it was pretty plain actually. Apart from the squishimallows instead of pillows on the couch of her living room. The kitchen was lightly messy, a bowl and cup in her sink with a few pieces of silverware and a stray rag just on the counter.

"It's not much, but it's comfortable for me" She said "well, settle in, I have to go check on geo real quick, I'm sorry darling" She said, excusing herself before leaving to the other room.

"It's fine" you find yourself saying quietly, overwhelmed by the events of today. This was all crazy....how were you now in a crazy hot girl's apartment?! The one chronically bitchless person of the high-school friend group, in this stunning woman's house? It was unbelievable...until you considered this was a paid date. Then reality sunk in. Shit...should you ask her out for real? Would that be okay? Would she be okay with that? She wasn't much of a yandere...it'd be okay, right?

"He was such a hungry little boy, he ate down all his celery in a minute" She giggled happily as she came back and saw you still had your bag with your outing necessities on.

"Oh want me to take that for you?" She offered and you obliged.

"Oh thank you...I feel like I haven't properly thanked you enough today" you said as you looked around.

"Oh don't worry, the pleasure is mine, darling" She smiled "now, shall we get cooking?" She smiled as she put on a pink frilly apron. Shit...you didn't know how to feel.

"Alright" you offered in response with a fake smile as you took the apron She handed you. It was your favorite color and had a lap pocket and chest pocket shaped in hearts of a slightly brighter color.

You two then spent the next couple hours baking cookies and making mochi, before settling down on her couch and watching the news, because nothing else was on, as you enjoyed the fruits of your labor.

"It's not too sweet is it darling? I heard cookies need some salty aspect to balance out all the flavors" She smiled softly as a missing persons report came on over the tv.

Geo Archviste, a 5'4" man with black and white naturally colored hair and blue freckles. Missing since this day 3 years ago, he would have been 21 by now.

That was terrible, his family must be haunted by their missing son...wait-

"Darling?" She asked, as you kinda ignored her prompt for conversation. "Everything okay?" She asked.

"Uhm yeah- that missing persons case...just seems sad." You found yourself saying as you swallowed the crumbly cookie.

"Oh...yeah...that boy was actually my ex...we broke up a year before he went missing but we were still on good terms" She said sadly. "I miss him...I named my little bunny after him" Janis said as she looked down.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know......I hope he gets found" was all you could find yourself saying, but something didn't seem right. Not that what she said had any contradictions, but you just had this uneasy feeling. "Um restroom?" You asked

"By the door with heart decals on the left down the hall, darling" She smiled sadly and you excused yourself.

You walked down the hall and found the room, but the heart decorated room piqued your interest. She wouldn't mind...right? You opened the door and were met with darkness until you cut on the light and saw a figure sitting on Janis' bed, restrained on his feet and hands heavily.

All you could really see was their perfectly trimmed black and white locks that hid their sleeping face...matching the picture of the man on the missing persons report.

Chills ran down your spine as you went to grab your phone but it wasn't in your pocket. Shit you must have left it behind....how could you sneak out with the missing boy?

You struggled with yourself over this until you heard Janis coming and ducked into a open closet after turning off the light, shutting it behind you.

"Geo darling, I'm back" She smiled as she cut the light on and walked up to him. He looked at her tiredly and sniffled quietly.

"Remember my side gig to try and find you a buddy we can both love?" She asked "I think I found the one, they're so cute! And we baked some things, you could probably smell it" She giggled "I'll give you some when they leave...if they get to. I haven't decided if I wanna reel them in or just go in all at once and kidnap them like I did you" She said happily

"I'd say just kidnap them, two minds are better than one" he sighed, implying you could help him escape her.

"Come on now, I love you...you love me, i know it" She huffed

"Yeah true..which is why I want you to get help instead of doing this to me...." he sighed

"Stop it, i don't need help" She mumbled

"Yes you do. I love you and want to be with you, but you did this and refuse to get therapy. I only broke up with you because you killed my friend, remember. Get your head out of the past and live with me now. I'll stay and all like I've said repeatedly- just come-" he said before she interrupted him.

"Shut up! I don't need help! I'm perfectly fine and you need to shut up. You're only still tied up because you tried to escape the other month!" She shouted, less sad and more angrily.

"That was last year! I've been good for you so I can do normal couple things with you and we could have found our third lover together!" He shouted back, making her tear up.

"Shut up! I'm going back to (y/n)....I promise you'll love them as much as I do" She said shakily before you backed up a bit too far and bumped against the wall.

She looked dead at the closet in shock before walking up to it and opening it.

"Darling?"

#yandere #janis foster #original character #trans yandere #trans #yandere oc #tw yandere #date-a-yandere #Rent-a-yandere

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devondespresso · 3 months

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I Can Only Hope Now (STWG Daily Prompt: Claudia)

G | 1269 words | ao3 link | cw: absent father, brief references to Steve’s absent parents

Thank you @saradika-graphics for the dividers! 💛

Claudia Edine Henderson never wanted to get married. Not really.

But she wanted kids, so that meant either getting married or seeing if the daycare was hiring.

Anthony Laurence Goldman wanted a family. She thought that meant the same thing, so they married.

And it was good. They had a beautiful baby boy, Dustin Clarence Goldman, healthy save for a defect with his bones. No collarbones, and the high chance he’d need a little extra medical attention down the line, but he’d still be living long and happy, and she couldn’t ask for more.

Eventually, their baby's cries stopped waking both of them up in the middle of the night. It was just her, because mothers had a sixth sense for it.

No sleep, no time, no awareness of what she let it do to her until her mother called, apologizing for the odd hour, and she realized she couldn’t tell the difference between four in the morning or six at night. After that, her mother stayed a while, helped with the baby when Anthony was at work.

Anthony helped when he could, but his real specialty was money. He knew how mortgages and insurance worked, knew how banks and credit card companies stayed in business, knew how to get the lowest bill from the hospital, so having to pay out of pocket for Dusty's somehow only ‘cosmetic surgeries’ wouldn't leave their wallets dry.

He knew how to juggle all that convoluted adult shit that scared the living daylights out of her. It was like it came so easy to him.

Maybe it didn't. She'd never really know.

It was his domain, and he preferred it that way, for years and years until it started looking like family was more like the backdrop for his dreams, instead of the subject of them.

She talked to him, lord knows she talked to him about it, but each new month of trying faded back into three of forgetting.

Dustin grew old enough to ask. Just enough words to get the question across. Where did Daddy go?

They separated a few months, hoping he’d miss his son enough to work with her on this.

She gave him the ultimatum that turned into a divorce.

He agreed happily, saying that it would prove how much weight he was really pulling. That he didn’t need custody.

Claudia Edine Henderson and Dustin Clarence Henderson moved back in with her mother, and for three more years she figured the rest of it out. She found a job at a bank, learned the ins and outs of the business while balancing her own funds separate from both her ex-husband and her mother.

When Dusty was old enough to bike to and from school on his own, they finally moved out to a quiet small town, far away from Anthony. Dustin found friends so fast, faster than she ever could have hoped, and she was able to tell him everything.

She had no idea if she made the right choice for him. It was the right choice for her, and in a way that probably made her a better mother for him, but she could never be sure if that distance made any of it easier on him. Sometimes she wishes she did more to bring him into their family, offered to help with any of those things that scared her too much to do herself.

Sometimes she wondered if Dustin would ever resent her for it. If he didn’t already.

But then one night, Dustin was out way past curfew, without calling. Karen and Sue couldn’t find their boys either, so the three of them ran up to the station. Ms. Flo, the angel, called the chief himself immediately and gave them a spot in the waiting room.

An hour or so later, the chief showed up with all three boys in tow.

They were all grounded, no question, but before she and Dusty started heading home, he begged her for five minutes to talk with his friend in the chief's car. She relented, and Dustin ran to the passenger seat of the car, where a teen boy was leaning on the door and resting his eyes.

Dusty opened the door and the boy nearly fell out of the car, followed by a very loud “Henderson!” that made her chuckle.

Hopper said it was the Harrington’s son, and his next stop would be taking the kid to Hawkins General Hospital for ‘a concussion and a half’.

They both had to get going, and despite his anger earlier, Harrington Jr. said goodbye with a smile and a ruffle of Dustin’s cap. And when Dusty hopped into the front seat with stars in his eyes and the energy of a successful campaign, he talked about Steve Harrington.

Steve was awesome. Steve was like the tank their party needed. Steve was a badass until he got his ass kicked, which apparently wasn’t even fair anyway, because Steve would have totally won if Bobby? Billy? Was playing fair. Steve was strong, Steve was cool, Steve told him how to do his hair, of all things, which was also apparently a secret. Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve.

She had to be wary, just a little, because that was her job. But even more than that, she wanted to be hopeful.

So the next day, when Dustin asked if he could bike to the hospital to check on Steve, even though he was grounded, she decided to make an exception, and they both took the car.

Hopper’s car was still camped out in the parking lot, but before she could look for the right cars around, Dustin dashed again to Steve’s room, almost slamming the door open.

Dustin jumped on the bed before Steve could get a word in, let alone sit up to greet them, but the wide, if a bit confused, smile said it all.

Hopper offered the chair next to him for her to take a seat, and he filled her in properly on everything that happened. Most of the story was a better rehash of Dustin’s accounts with those in-betweens better filled, but the one thing that stayed perfectly consistent was Steve.

A new girl’s step brother got too rough with Sue's boy, Steve stepped in and started a regular fight, then step-brother grabbed a dinner plate and ended it. Step brother apparently fled after Steve wouldn’t get up, and the kids looked after him until Hop could get there. All four of them were worried, but Dustin by far the most.

She looked back to her boy, trying to get his hat back from Steve who held it high above their heads. Dustin stood to grab it, and Steve clearly planned on throwing it before Dustin managed to snatch it and punch him in the arm with a victorious yell.

She couldn’t help but smile. Couldn’t help but let them stay until Steve was discharged with a stack of paper and a call home to make sure he wouldn’t be alone. Couldn’t help but leave an open invite to their home, though ideally after Dustin’s grounding was over.

After a few weeks, he joined them for dinner, and never asked why they had to hunt for a third chair to the table.

And another few weeks after that, Steve stopped by to drive Dusty to the Snowball, coming inside because Dustin can’t get his hair just right.

And a month later, when he joined them for Christmas, Claudia could be comfortable in her hope. She could think that, at least going forward, Dusty would have everything he needed.

#stranger things #claudia henderson #dustin and his mom #dustin and steve #drabble #dustin henderson #steve harrington #claudia henderson pov #claudia henderson centric #stwgdailyprompt #devon's writings

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msfcatlover · 1 year

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Changeling!Tim’s childhood is... actually kinda horrifying, when anyone looks into it.

(CW for forced medical procedures, and abuse in the form of temporary imprisonment. Also, minor self-harm, and… I don’t know what you call “eating something that will make you sick so your parents don’t get mad at you,” but I know it ain’t good.)

Tim had pretty pronounced fangs when he was younger, which his parents were just planning to wait out... until he was fast coming up on 10 and it was clear Tim wasn’t going to lose his teeth. A quick x-ray proved that Tim didn’t have adult teeth to grow in, just the one set he came with, and the fangs were only getting more obvious. His parents found an orthodontist willing to yank the fangs & wire up the rest of Tim’s teeth with braces to force them to look smooth & even as he grew up. (The doctor kept the teeth as a curiosity, and a decade later Damian will track that doctor down to steal them back.)

Something even Tim didn’t realize until he had to undergo a full Justice League-grade medical exam in preparation for becoming Robin, is that the tiny points on his ears aren’t natural. They have no idea what the ears of the baby Jack & Janet received looked like, but Tim’s points are actually mostly scar tissue. (Bruce puts it down as “a cosmetic procedure not dissimilar to ear cropping in canines” and tries not to feel sick.)

(There was also a period where the Drakes did an awful lot of research into cosmetic eye surgeries, but they eventually gave up. Apparently, it was a bigger concern that their son might end up blinded than that his eyes glowed in the dark and/or were the wrong color.)

As I mentioned before, Tim’s parents trim his thorns so that nobody goes to ruffle Tim’s hair and realizes he’s not human. He... actually started doing it himself when he decided to become Robin, because Tim has seen Bruce ruffle Jason & Dick’s hair so many times and didn’t want to hurt Bruce (or experience the absolute agony of having a thorn get caught in Bruce’s gloves and end up ripped out of Tim’s scalp,) as well as not wanting to give away Tim’s own inhuman nature with the single most obvious trait he has. (When the rest of the family find out, they are horrified and insist that Tim stop doing that. Instead of hair-ruffles, Tim gets hair-strokes that go only in one direction, bumping harmlessly over the curved outer edges of his thorns; it’s actually very soothing for both parties. Everyone absolutely uses Tim’s thorns as a stim toy, as long as Tim’s okay with it.)

Tim’s parents also hire an in-house barber to cut Tim’s hair, so they can make sure it’s “properly disposed of.” (Tim’s nightmares always smell faintly of burning hair.)

Tim wears fancy dress gloves to all dinners, because with the uppercrust you never know if someone’s going to bring out the real silverware. (If someone tells him to take off the gloves or Tim’s skin happens to brush up against somebody’s jewelry, Tim just sorta has to... deal. It’s rude to rush out or refuse your hosts, after all.) (Fortunately, Dick and the Titans all prefer reusable plastic silverware. And as soon as any Bat finds out about Tim’s fae nature, Wayne Manor quickly switches to stainless steel.)

It’s nearly impossible to know if a meal was prepared with iodized salt or non-iodized salt until it’s already in Tim’s mouth and the burning-itching discomfort of coming in contact with an anti-fae substance begins. It’s rude not to at least try the food someone offers you, and it’s even ruder to just spit something out, especially out in public. At least Tim doesn’t usually have to fake it when he says he’s not feeling well in order to stop eating. (Tim doesn’t tell the Waynes about this until that medical exam, where he kinda jokes about being allergic to salt and someone’s like, “Wait, how do you eat? Everything has salt in it nowadays.” Alfred rather forlornly puts his sea salt up on the top shelf and buys a jar of iodized table salt on the next grocery run.)

Tim’s blood is immediately identifiable because it has chloroplasts in it. No, he’s not actually a plant; yes, he can perform limited photosynthesis. No, Tim was not aware of this about himself, he’s never been allowed to give blood before, and like??? Sure, he figured out he was a changeling, but that does not immediately translate to, “Oh, I should test my blood for plant cells!”

Tim’s room doesn’t look any different from any other boy his age... except for three nails over the door on the outside. For the iron horseshoe Tim’s parents hang there sometimes, when they don’t want him to bother them or when he’s grounded. (Thankfully, it's been very rare for Tim to actually be trapped in his room, as setting up a salt line on his windowsills has always been... well, he's not sure. A step too far, even for his parents? A step too many to remember and/or perform in the heat of the moment? Something they don’t even realize is necessary, assuming the horseshoe prevents Tim from leaving the room at all rather than simply crossing that one threshold? Tim doesn’t like to think about it. Tim typically stays in his room anyway when he feels the swooping nausea of it hanging over his door, if only so his parents don’t find him missing and decide sealing the windows is something they ought to be doing. Trapped not by any law or binding ritual, but by Tim’s own admittedly rare fear of consequences.) (After Tim is snatched by faerie hunters, Jason and Dick are the ones who search Tim’s house. There’s a moment of silence when they find the horseshoe and realize what the nails are for. “I really hope I don’t have to point this out,” Jason says, in the tone of someone who’s going to do it anyway, “but it’s never a good sign when a kid’s bedroom has a lock on the outside.”)

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pigeonwhumps · 2 months

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Sarita and Oscar

Bug and Company masterlist

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @flowersarefreetherapy @whumplr-reader @whumpinggrounds @den-of-whump @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump

When Sarita doesn't venture out of her room for a while after arriving, Oscar goes to check on her.

988 words

CW: BBU, pet whump, lady whump, mentions of rape, past betrayal, fear of betrayal, past bad caretaker, mention of death

Someone knocks on Sarita's door.

"Come in," she snaps, scrambling out of her blanket cocoon and shoving her notebook and pencil under her mattress. She's not showing vulnerability to anyone.

She quite likes this room, much as she hates to admit it (it'll hurt all the more when it's ripped away). She has clothes and toiletries and a full rucksack. She hasn't looked in that properly yet but there's a simple phone with Alix and Maria's numbers on speed dial, and a note stuck to the top of the bag that reads in wonky letters, In case you decide to run.

She wishes they'd just betray her now.

A man she hasn't seen before comes inside. He has light brown skin and heart-shaped glasses, a light flannel falling off one shoulder. He walks with an awkward ease that's similar to Alix's.

"I'm Oscar, fae/faer. You're Sarita, right?" She nods. "Want me to leave the door open or..."

"You can shut it." Fae does so, and stays standing awkwardly. Well, fae can keep doing that if fae wants. "What the fuck do you want?"

"To see how you're doing. No-one's seen you since Alix showed you your room. I wanted to make sure you're okay, that you're in here because you want to be, not because think you have to."

Sarita shrugs. "Nobody wants me around, so I fucked off. I'm fine in here."

"I mean. If you're sure about it."

"I stabbed Alix."

"Nobody's perfect."

"Nobody likes me, fuck off with your bullshit."

Oscar sighs and leans back against the wall. "Has anyone told you how I joined pet lib?"

Probably some inspirational bullshit. Sarita snorts.

"Course not. I haven't spoken to anyone, remember?"

"True. Alix wouldn't share it." Fae shoves faer hands in fae's pockets, looking unaccountably apprehensive. What does fae have to be apprehensive about?

"I worked in a company that made pet accessories. Collars, beds, leashes, things like that. I don't think we made accessories designed to punish but... I turned a blind eye to a lot of things. Avoided the rest. So I don't actually know. I didn't want to listen to my instincts. It was a job, I needed the money and it paid well, and everyone needs work, right? It didn't mean my colleagues actively supported the pet industry. I didn't listen to their views. And then... then, we had a Bring Your Pet To Work Day." Fae pauses and swallows. Sarita balls her fists. No wonder no-one fucking mentioned it. "I had a friend, when I was a child. I knew him intimately. In every sense of the word. I knew him happy, sad, drunk as a skunk. I knew his eyes. And now... now I know what he looks like with cosmetic surgery and a designer collar." Fae's trembling now. "If I'd just... if I hadn't turned so much of a blind eye, if I'd taken a look in the pet daycare just once, if I'd just listened to his owner, then I don't know. Maybe I could've done something before he was brought in and my colleague boasted about how good he was, how much he... never mind. Just... it wasn't just that colleague who had a go." Fae sighs shakily. "I ran. Gave him my phone number in case of emergencies and resigned. He's never called. That's when I joined pet lib. Adalia still doesn't trust me, but some of the others do."

"Oh, fuck off," says Sarita half-heartedly. Not as pure inspirational bullshit as she thought then. "I stabbed Alix. It's not the same. Why the fuck would you tell me that?"

"Because you're still blaming yourself for stabbing Alix, even though you were panicking and betrayed at the time. And y'know. Some of us are worse. It doesn't mean you have to hide away. I want to make sure you're not doing it because Christians Against Pets guilted you and made you do it."

"Maybe I just don't want to know them. Other people who were treated like me but not quite. You have your only friend die in your arms and see how much you want to make more."

She didn't mean to say that. She's not sure why she did. She is insulted by the insinuation she'd actually listen to the fuckers who betrayed her though.

Oscar looks sad. "I'm sorry. You don't have to come down when we're around, anyway. I just thought I'd remind you it's an option. Your test came back clean, by the way. Also, we're doing a clothing order, and I want to know if there's anything you want."

"Get whatever the fuck you want, I don't care." There's a lump in Sarita's throat, and then she adds quietly, for no reason that she can decipher, "Hair ribbons. Red ones if they have them. Please."

It might come with a price. She doesn't care. She's never wanted much, but these she does. Her hair... doesn't feel right without them. Even though the person who gave her the original ones hurt and betrayed her she still doesn't feel right.

These will be a different colour. So they're not the original ones, and she's fine.

Besides, these ones will be hers. No-one else's. And at the very least they'll be from someone who hasn't assaulted or betrayed her.

Not yet, anyway.

"I'll see what we can do."

"Thank you."

#whump #whump writing #bbu #box boy universe #box babe #pet whump #whumpee and caretaker #lady whump #defiant whumpee #sarita oc #oscar oc #bug and company

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xinambercladx · 10 months

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A scene from upcoming Ch.11. Read up to Chapter 10 here. Yes. THAT Dr. Evazan. He's one of my favorite minor characters in SW simply because his scene is iconic. Looking into the strange behind the scenes stuff it turns out he lived on Pons Ora, Abafar for a while. You know, Abafar? That planet from the CW Droid episodes where the droids find a amnesiac clone? *shrug* Such a cool planet, tbh. Here's some more Evazan sketches. I was trying to learn the actor's face and turn it toon-ish. He has a strange tilt/slant to his lower face. Large lip muscles but not actual lips...? Very strange. I can see why George Lucas hired the guy for a space movie.

Did you know there is an easter egg about Dr. Evazan in the episode "Missing in Action"? There is an abandoned shop sign that reads "Dr. Evazan's Cosmetic Surgery."

#doctor evazan #cad bane #dr evazan #random hostage #Evezan thinks Bane is after him #He's actually there to recruit him #star wars #duros #bounty hunter #fanart appreciation #clone wars #pons ora #abafar #droid episode #the clone wars #easter egg

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intersex-support · 9 months

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Hi, I'm in the process of getting tested for both PCOS and NCAH, so I think I likely am intersex but I just wanted to share part of my story if that's alright.

(cw- genital talk, sorry) I was born with an enlarged clitoris and a hypertrophic, partially fused labia. No surgeries were performed but my parents were told that I would qualify for 'cosmetic surgery' if I wanted it when older. My parents were also told my genitals were 'slightly unusual' but also 'common amongst girls.' I was assigned female and raised that way, without any question. I don't think my parents have ever considered I might be intersex. It simply wasn't acknowledged.

I have struggled with gender dysphoria for a long time and only recently put the pieces together (in my case, ambiguous genitalia + slight hyperandrogenism) that I am intersex. I guess I'm just feeling confused. Was I really intersex from birth, or were my doctors right? If I had known earlier, could I have predicted the PCOS/NCAH diagnosis that I'm currently seeking? Does it matter?

I think that discovering so much about myself all at once (my mother only recently admitted to that doctor's commented on my genitals) is a lot to take in. Sorry for this messy rant. I suppose I just want reassurance that it's okay to feel lost, but also found, angry, relieved and a million other things.

Hi anon.

Thank you so much for sharing. Your ask really resonated with me. I have CAH and recently found out that at birth, doctors spent a long time commenting on my genitalia and refused to assign me a sex for several days. For a long time, I had thought that my intersex traits only became noticeable at puberty, and it really was a shock to learn they had been visible at birth! Even though I had always been intersex my whole life, it was overwhelming to realize that information had been purposefully hid from me.

Intersex variations are lifelong and congenital, meaning that every intersex person is born intersex, and will always be intersex throughout our life. If our intersex traits aren't visible at birth or that information is hidden from us, many of us might not find out until later in life, when our intersex traits become noticeable, or when we can investigate our intersex traits as adults. Every intersex person is intersex our whole lives, and all of our experiences are valid.

It is a pretty common intersex experience that when we have intersex traits at birth, a lot of time our parents are not told that we are intersex, and doctors use a lot of euphemisms to talk about our genitalia and surgery options. It sounds like you are intersex, have been intersex since birth, but that doctors were not interested in exploring to make a diagnosis at birth or sharing that information with your family. If you're able to access your medical records, sometimes more specific information can be written down that might give context to comments doctors make, but that isn't always accessible.

I know how overwhelming it can be to learn all these new things about your body and experiences, and I really do want to affirm that it makes so much sense that you would be navigating these complicated feelings of loss and relief at the same time. It can finally feel like things are clicking and that you've finally found something you've been missing your whole life, but also at the same time feel that rage and grief that you weren't able to access that knowledge early to be able to understand yourself. Especially when we have painful, difficult, or confusing experiences with our bodies, our gender, dysphoria, etc, it can feel really complicated to discover that we're intersex and that if things had gone differently, we might have been able to navigate those experiences differently. You deserve to have room to explore and express all these feelings, whether that's through talking with other intersex people or just expressing your emotions in any way. If you want support during this process of self discovery, you are welcome to send an ask off anon to join our discord server, or join support groups like InterConnect and Club Intersex.

Really just want to send all the good energy your way, and know that you are absolutely not alone in what you've shared. This is such a common intersex experience and we really understand the emotional roller coaster it can be to navigate all this. You are allowed to make your own meaning from this and decide what matters to you, and you are in control of any steps you want to take to seek or not seek official diagnosis and testing.

Sending all the love and solidarity 💛💜💛

#asks #actuallyintersex #intersex #genitalia talk #surgery tw #cah #ncah #pcos #mod e

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obstinatecondolement · 5 months

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nsfw and ambivalence about cosmetic surgery cw

I briefly stumbled across stuff about people getting liposuction done on their mons pubis last night in the midst of trying to research something else and I'm kind of bummed about it.

I mean, people can and should get pussy lipo if they want, and it's none of my business what other people do, or want to do, with their own bodies, but Idk. It makes me sad thinking of someone nursing their poor little ex-FUPA through recovery from an elective major surgery they got to make it look cuter.

And, like, call me old fashioned, but the expectation that genitals should be aesthetically pleasing is really a lot to be putting on people. If I'm nice enough to take my underwear off to have sex with you and you think my pussy isn't cute enough for you, then like, that sounds like a you problem and, ideally, not something I should be considering major surgery over.

Again, bodily autonomy is king and if people want to have lipsuction to feel better about themselves then they should be able to make the informed decision to do that without impediment from assholes like me wringing our hands about how you have to love yourself. But I do wish people would stop acting like genitals are ugly if they don't look a very specific way and inducing self consciousness in others who otherwise would not have any issues with that part of their body. They're just body parts and most of the time no one even sees them. And newsflash: they're all cute.

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cyberpunk-20xx · 5 months

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On Johnny’s trans journey

cw for internalized and externalized transphobia, lesbophobia, alcohilism mentions, canon-compliant violence

Yeah so one day (this is my hc in my CP15 AU where Johnny doesn’t get to stay with the Aldecaldos the whole time between summer 2013 and the 2020s and instead goes back to Kerry NC, thus leading to a Reunion Tour that gets Victor hired by Samurai’s label), there's yet another quidproquo between Victor and him.

In a panic, he suckerpunches Victor rasping "I'm not a fucking tranny [unsaid: like you]"

And something clicks inside Victor's head (probably their chrome thinly-veiled skull rebuffing against the impact) and everything falls to place. As comprehension sets in, their response is instantaneous:

"Well fuck, damn you stupid bitch, I didn't say you were, but now I know you are!!"

And they look at him in disbelief like he's pulled the biggest bit they've ever witnessed, there's a blank where Johnny is pale as a fucking sheet, looking like a ghost that got killed twice more, starting to hyperventilate as he stares at them, and they righten themselves, rubbing and cracking their jaw back into place (that's also when Johnny understand how borged out they secretly are), and they look at him, eyebrows rising, and whistles out,

"Fuck, that explains so much."

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Johnny once fell upon an entire fortune. Literally. While raiding an abandoned house the enemy forces had been hiding out at, the poor kid had collapsed right onto some corpse of a guy still clinging to a wad of cash. Johnny did what any shellshocked underage impulsive teen soldier would have.

He pocketed the money and hid it, the stress and fear of being caught with it making him sick. He had to get rid of it and quick. And he couldn’t waste it.

He’d gotten the whole premium package: he’d already had a medium shit quality T implant, so he got a mammectomy he paid a fortune for, a scrotum and penis transplant, and a few months later, he got back to the clinic using the rest of the cash plus the little military credit and health care he had for cosmetic surgery that erased his chest scars, rendering him unidentifiable as trans to the naked, cis gaze.

Robert Linder died for good with Johnathan Nauman, and he was a pre-op trans man hopeful for a future that had more colours to it than just reds and blacks and maroons.

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Only Kerry and Denny knew. Kerry only did because he was himself a semi-closeted trans man. And Johnny acted with such disgust toward the subject anytime he’d brought it up, unless it was about himself and then suddenly it was fucking magically fine (it made Kerry feel special, so he did not question it- if only he’d know just how special he actually was, so special to Johnny that Johnny had to resort to violence to deny himself another chance at loving a man the way he wished he could-) and Kerry’d always just assumed it was just yet another Raised in The Bible Belt thing.

He’d not been entirely wrong.

Denny on the other hand, knew about it because one day, she’d been the only one semi-sober– to this day she does not understand how nor why it had to be her of all people to learn this about their cryptical, aggressive frontman.

He’d been curled up in a corner and mumbling to himself, which wasn’t unusual but rare, but he was also sobbing and clutching his head.

That, was not normal. It was fucking bizarre actually, and she felt even more mortified see this much from him than she’d been the first time she’d gifted a bouquet to a girl she liked (her name was Natasha, she had long auburn hair and a face like a gentle doll, lips pink like fruit) who’d then looked at her up and down and spat,

“I’m not a fucking lesbo.”

As if just the thought had soiled her.

Well somehow that was worse.

And yet she’d approached him, and kneeled beside him.

Now, everyone in Samurai knew about Johnny’s horrid war-induced C-PTSD, and the first rule of thumb about Johnny’s horrid war-induced C-PTSD: You don’t talk about Johnny’s horrid war-induced C-PTSD.

If it needs to be brought up, Johnny is more than capable enough doing it himself and then by gods he’ll only stop when he’s done talking about it.

Many-a-one jaws and noses and ribs and walls and chairs and tables and car windows had beared the testimony of what happened if you broke that rule.

So they didn’t talk about it.

Then the 2013 raid happened. And it somehow got worse.

But let’s not get sidetracked.

Denny had sat next to Johnny, and a decade later she wonders if she wasn’t on some acid trip after all, when he’d not only not slapped her hand off of him, but collapsed against her chest, in the most uninterested way, and wailed just a tad louder, a tad clearer, about some guy he’d stolen everything from, the man who’d taken a bullet from him, and how he was a fraud and one day they would all find out, how he could only keep lying to himself for so long, he’d always just be the delusional bitch his older brothers said he was.

She had not even thought it was possible for Johnny Silverhand to have brothers, much less plural, much less ones that would have abused him and won.

More things were said. Garbled and disjointed, but Denny knew how to speak tongues with men who’d been swallowed by the bottle.

Oh, everyone assumed she was so patient with Henry because she was naive and stupid, but what they didn’t want to understand is that she just knew better. She knew that beneath the violence and the smell of chemicals lied terrified boys who’d grown into broken men, begging for anyone to just understand.

Her father had been such a kind man before the incident.

And so, she’d learned a secret Johnny hadn’t told anybody else, not even Kerry, and that was when she knew.

It was bad. She could never fucking mention it to anyone.

But Denny was used to taboos, and one more didn’t shake her. She just kept on drumming, taking out her rage at the world for burdening her with the pain of everyone around her by beating the shit out of her drumset and making bank off it.

She just knew some things were better left unsaid. Sleeping dogs lying and all that, y’know?

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And then Victor had to go and fucking ruin it, making Johnny have to come out and say it.

And Johnny’s fists could barely scuff their face, it only broke the skin and bled but nothing underneath got any real damage, so, seemed they were all fucked.

They were gonna have to talk about it. Or at least put words on it, thinking about it, now.

Johnny hated them even more for that.

(That must be why he slept at their place, in their bed, for the next few weeks following.

Sometimes, Kerry would stay over so they could work on their songs, Victor keeping themselves busy with what the fuck ever it was that their imp ass did during their free time, and he’d sleep into bed behind him, or as the little spoon when Johnny felt small like humouring him.

Victor would stay on the same side of the bed and latch onto him one way or another, kissing his scalp softly, and he’d fall asleep, and if he were lucky, he dreamed of cocoa butter scented hair tickling his face, strong lanky dark skinned arms around his frames, two sets of dogtags clinking together softly under the rustles of the sheet.

Sometimes there would be blonde hair falling in a halo around a pale figure, but most of those dreams ended up as nightmares, so that’s not what we’re talking about if we’re talking about the times Johnny got lucky dreaming.

And when he’d wake up, there would be no blood. No screams.

Just Victor’s stupid little hanging charms chiming softly as the AC droned on.

Just Kerry’s snoring against his neck.

Just peace.)

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp77 #cp2077 #johnny silverhand #johnny posting #thoughts #cyberpunk 2077 johnny #denny cabrez #cp77 denny #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk 2077 kerry #silverdyne #if you don't like johnny being interpreted as trans don't bother telling me that's just a way to get blocked

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huggingtentacles · 10 months

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You've seen Big Smoocher, now please rate his distant cousin, Big Sniffer:

I'll be honest I wheezed like a pig when I saw this guy, top tier character design. The Big family is, unfortunately, growing. Thankfully, a FULL ARMY OF MALENIAS ARE DETERMINED TO END THIS AWFUL BLOODLINE. HOLY FUCK.

The big sniffer has the vibes of an ant close-up.

cw// ant

If I grinded his face against gravel for 20 minutes it would count as cosmetic surgery and he would probably come out better looking.

👃/10

Ask me to rate your Elden Ring characters!

#elden ring

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the-bjd-community-confess · 11 months

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CW: Body image discussion

I've been in the hobby for over a decade and have amassed an amazing, large collection. I've probably put in about $30-35k but this past year I've been thinking about trying to sell off most of my collection to pay for the multiple cosmetic surgeries I've always wanted. I think I've obsessively collected so many girl dolls because subconsciously I felt I was buying the "body" I want to have.

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Confessions

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grizzlyofthesea · 1 year

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Heather Duke Appreciation Post

I'm going through a Heathers (the musical) phase right now, and I just want to talk a little bit about my favorite Heather: Heather Duke.

I will preface this by saying that she did a lot of cruel things. Bullying Veronica and especially Martha, lashing out at Heather McNamara, etc. is ~not cool~.

But, but, but...

Just like McNamara, she has some stuff going on beneath the surface.

We all know that Heather Chandler pushes her around disproportionately, and that she becomes a tyrant after Chandler's death. People say Duke's tyranny after replacing Chandler is motivated by envy toward the other Heathers, but I think that's only part of it. I think her actions are also fueled by wrath. Now that she isn't under Chandler's thumb, she can lash out and let everyone else know just how that mistreatment felt. McNamara faces the brunt of the abuse because (1) she was not abused as much by Chandler, and (2) she just stood by as Chandler bullied Duke. Duke was resentful of McNamara's "favorite" status and refusal to defend her, so when she got the chance, she didn't hesitate to knock McNamara down a peg. It's not right, but the rationalization is there.

The adoption of red into Duke's wardrobe, whether it's just the scrunchie or a full outfit change, is also a slight to Chandler just as much as it is a symbol of power. She gets to wear Chandler's favorite color--her favorite color as well, if that detail from the movie has carried over--and the former queen of the Heathers can do nothing about it. No one is there to tell her to shut up. If there's anything I like about the West End production, it's "Never Shut Up Again." This new song takes Duke's vendetta against Chandler and runs with it.

It's also important to consider her implied insecurities.

CW for the following paragraph: body dysmorphia, EDs

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In "Beautiful," Veronica mentions that Duke has breast implants, courtesy of her mother. Implants can be a purely cosmetic choice, but I don't think that's the case here. Take into account Duke's struggles with bulimia, and her remark that Veronica could "stand to lose a few pounds." Veronica, depending on the production, is either thin, average, or only slightly on the thicker side. Duke is projecting her weight insecurities onto Veronica. She is deeply self-conscious about her appearance and has a skewed image of what an "acceptable" physique is. Even her childhood friendship with Martha could be interpreted this way; she could be ashamed of it due to Martha's unpopularity, but also Martha's weight. She doesn't want to be associated with the word "fat" in any form--"curvy," yes, but not "fat." It's reasonable to think the implants are another step in achieving such impossible standards. Plus, she's seventeen. She may be devious and well-read, but she's still a child. She's sensitive to her peers' praise and opinions, even (or especially) as a member of the most popular clique at Westerburg. A rich, insecure child will probably do stupid things to impress her peers, up to and including getting illegal surgery.

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In conclusion, Heather Duke is a wicked, tragic monster. She is the bully who was bullied. She isn't an "uwu soft bean who did no wrong." Every Heather has done some messed up stuff, and Duke is a prime example. But the insecurity, the resentful rage... That is her damage.

#heathers #heathers the musical #heather duke #heather mcnamara #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #martha dunnstock #heather duke appreciation

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