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chloeseyeliner · 6 months

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(there's ranting. you've been warned.)

um... happy monday to the young royals fandom/edvin's fans in general.

(via edvin's instagram stories)

he is... he is twenty years old. good grief.

(i won't comment on anything regarding his physical appearance on this post, even if everything i'd say would be very, very positive, due to the fact that, although he's never going to come across this, it would still go against his wishes.)

can we just please, please leave people alone? this behaviour... it's not healthy, for anyone involved.

generally speaking, we live in a society where beauty standards are, unfortunately, an inextricable part of some people's lives. these same people believe they can force their own standards, "inspired" by a million different factors surrounding all of us every day (family, school, friends, the environment we grow up in etc etc), to other people, the "trend" (if i can call it such) especially targeting complete strangers, mainly on the internet.

and yes, that includes celebrities, too. famous people, if you prefer this term better. artists. whatever they want to be and are- most of us have been there to not know a day where these people's rights on their personal lives and choices and clothes and pets or whatever a paparazzi or a fan is going to decide does not fit their standards of the day have not been infringed on.

because, believe it or not (and i am NOT refering to the wonderful, respecting, brilliant, supporting majority of fans, at least in this specific fandom), your favourite actor is not your friend. even if the comments on their appearance, for example, like in edvin's case, are written in a playful, sarcastic tone, this cannot be understood through text on a screen- another problem of our society's current state; harmful words you write on a screen, whatever the intention is, do not just stay there, floating around. you aren't trying to communicate with your notes app. a person is reading them, even though you may think they will never reach them, because, for instance, of their huge audience. and it can (excuse me for my language) fuck them up the same way it would fuck someone (e.g. at school or at work) up to say the same harsh words- again, even if you don't correctly estimate the power they can hold- to their face.

so, again, as i have written and reblogged posts in the past regarding similar issues in this specific fandom,, which i love so so dearly, my intention is not to play the part of the "angelic fan" or whichever label might fit the text.

my intention is to maybe, just maybe, reach someone out there who will change their way of thinking; who will have second thoughts when writing a comment about a mustache (for god's sake); who will gain a little grain of empathy towards a fellow global citizen of theirs; who will try to cease some of the "madness"... before a person whose only intention was to make their dreams come true by entering the, in this case, film industry feels obliged to address the issue via a platform on the internet, as if not commenting on his looks etc is not the sensible thing to do... before this attitude turns to bullying for real. if it hasn't already.

that's all i had to say. i am apologising for the length of the post or any mistakes, since english is not my first language and i am quite mad and disappointed, maybe little hurt actually, especially as someone who has been struggling with their physical appearance and comments on it since i was literally a child.

i cannot imagine dealing with that plus being famous and having people judging you all the time. jesus. i really hope edvin has his support system near him and that he will be alright. <3

#seriously okay #at first i was like #maria don't address the issue people are going to say there are more serious stuff going on #but then i was like #yes i acknowledge the very serious stuff surrounding us at the moment and not only in a social media space with only generic posts and such #(like many people OF COURSE)#(and people don't have to know everything we can act on justice withour the internet knowing)#so yeah i did it #because it pissed me off very much #this is not healthy at all tbh #i am not being judgy i thought taylor swift and selena gomez would be my besties when i was like eleven #but parasocial relationships are not good #neither is (technically speaking here) online bullying #some comments appeared on my instagram feed when i liked edvin's post the other day #but i did not want to comment on it if edvin did not say something bc it felt very personal so yeah #this happened #young royals #edvin ryding #cw discussion/(better) mention of physical appearance issues #anyway #i still canot believe that respecting one's boundaries is not taken for granted nowadays

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enbygirlblogging · 1 month

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do you ever experience a wild moment of sudden empathy for everyone in the world. like yeah i knew a guy who bullied people a lot, and who i really used to hate, but then i found out he got beaten by his stepdad and watched his sister die a horrible and graphic death first-hand, and suddenly the hate didn't come so easy. yeah i knew a girl who abused me for the better half of my life, but looking back, she also definitely had no one in the world who loved her, including her own family. my issues with her are a lot more personal, but i just don't have it in me to really loathe her the way i once did. i've never had a good relationship with my father, but he never had a parent worth looking up to. and i'm not saying any of that trauma excuses being a horrible human being, and i'm not saying you have to forgive everyone who ever wronged you, or even really that you should.

but i guess i'm saying maybe i forgive the people who wronged me.

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aro-culture-is · 2 years

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aro culture is thinking valentines day peaked in elementary school where you just got some cards with like, a pun and maybe if you wanna be fancy, some candy for everyone. that was neat but then boom, romance came into the mix and its sorta weird feelin now

still love the pink n red n heart shaped objects though, those r cool

#Anonymous #aro culture is #aro #aromantic #actually aro #actually aromantic #ask #mod phoenix #valentine's cw #oh i hated it the whole time #got bullied really badly around this #kids would like. solidly sneer at my little neurodivergent ass as they were forced to be nice and give me one of the candies they brought #but to be fair [bullying tw?] these kids also like. physically would exclude me from everything and if i managed to get it anyways #they'd often physically shove me over and complain about how [redacted term for my own sake]s shouldn't get to play with the fun stuff #valentine's: it's bad all the way down for me

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fletcherwilbury · 3 months

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@sochilll December Prompt List Day 20: Games

Warning for Arguing, physical violence, physical abuse, eye trauma, bullying, threats

#december prompt list #day 20 #games #monopoly #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt 2012 donnie #tmnt 2012 mikey #tmnt 2012 casey jones #tmnt 2012 april #arguing cw #physical violence tw #physical abuse tw #eye trauma tw #bullying tw #threats tw

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limeskye · 2 years

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Invasion 1x02

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fictionkinfessions · 1 year

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(Warning: this is going to be a lot heavier than most of my other confessions, and it contains mentions of lookism and ableism, disability erasure, verbal/physical bullying and the resulting trauma, and other uncomfortable subjects! Sorry if this is too much.)

Looks like I'm now just using this blog as a place to vent about my personal gripes with the Vocaloid fandom, huh?

Jokes aside, I really want to talk about a huge issue I see with how people portray me. It's not *as* common as the whole memelord thing, but I'd argue that it's a lot more harmful since it doesn't just affect me, but it affects people in real life who have birth defects, scars, skin conditions, or anything else along those lines.

If you take a look at any art of me drawn by Mikuma (my official artist!), one of the first things you'll notice is that my face and eye are... a little fucked up. I've seen a lot of different interpretations in the fandom of what they may be. For me personally, it's actually a birthmark that goes allllll the way down the right side of my body (and there's also a few lil spots on my left side), and that's what gave me my all-red eye as well, but I know that's not canon-canon, and I enjoy seeing the different ideas people have, especially if they're another me! (Fellow Fukases RISE UP)

However, the problem comes when people decide that these things are "too hard to draw" or "look too ugly" or whatever, so they just. Get rid of those things and draw me like Some Guy™. I don't look like that irl, but it still makes me extremely fucking uncomfortable for reasons that I'll clarify in a minute.

Like I said, I was born looking like this. When I was little, a lot of other kids were either scared of me and avoided me like the plague or they just straight-up bullied me, all because I looked the way I did (well, there were other factors too, like my autism or the fact that I'm trans, but the birthmark was most of the issue). I hated myself for such a long time because people acted like and told me that I was ugly, so it made me feel ugly, too. Whenever I tried to talk to someone, I felt like I had to cover my face so they wouldn't get grossed out and run away. I'd get anxious to the point that I wouldn't be able to talk because I didn't want to accidentally draw attention to myself and have people stare at me. It was awful.

Eventually, it all culminated in something that I honestly don't remember too well. I think I was about 8 years old, it was during recess, and there was this group of other kids that I was talking to, for some reason. Things were fine for a while, but then (HUGE TW FOR PHYSICAL ABUSE IN THIS NEXT PART!!!) one of them threw me onto the ground, and they all started kicking me. Most of it's a blur, but I clearly remember them screaming at me to die and calling me a fr//k, over and over again. They just wouldn't stop. I had to be dragged away from them. I'm convinced that they would've killed me if they had the chance.

Obviously, that affected me a lot. You know how I have a cane in my canon design? That's because my spine got all fucked up from that incident, and it still hurts to walk sometimes, so I use that to help when my back acts up (ironically, I have chronic back pain irl too, but it's less severe and mostly due to genetic reasons). I can't hear the word fr//k even in passing, or I start panicking because of it. It's especially bad in-character, but it also makes me uncomfortable irl.

What does this have to do with people drawing me without my birthmark and red eye? Well, basically, what I'm trying to say is that by getting rid of those things, they're erasing the trauma that I've had to deal with because of them.

Not to mention, you think it's bad for me? I've only dealt with this kind of thing in-character. The bullying I've dealt with irl was for completely different reasons and nowhere near as bad. I can only imagine how people who actually have to deal with this kind of harassment feel. Every other Vocaloid released previously and since have basically been flawless picture-perfect anime characters, and when someone like me finally comes along, someone that people with deformities/blemishes can potentially see themselves in, people bash me for being "ugly", "overly detailed", or "too hard to draw". How are those people supposed to feel about that? At the end of the day, I'm just a singing computer and I can't say anything about this, but it goes a lot deeper than that, and I know my pity is the last thing people want, but it makes me sick. It's not just about me; it's a bigger problem within not just the Vocaloid fandom or even fandom spaces in general, but society and its toxic beauty standards as a whole.

Wow, fuck, sorry for the essay. This issue is obviously extremely important to me, so I wanted to go into as much detail as possible. I hope everyone reading this has a nice day/night/whatever time it is where you live!

-Fukase (please tag as otherhearted (although I'm starting to think it's a bit more than that?), #👁❌️🔴)

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#fictionkinfessions #otherhearted #👁❌️🔴#fukaseotherhearted #vocaloidotherhearted #lookism cw #ableism cw #abuse cw #bullying cw #fandom issue #fanart issue #violence cw #physical abuse cw #mod party cat

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zouzab-after-dark · 1 year

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[S1E4 SPOILERS, BOOK 1 SPOILERS]

Thinking about the most recent Slarb scene in the Wingfeather show. Yknow the one. Where Slarb is bullied relentlessly, mocked, shoved around, and ridiculed. And, ofc, the violent fist fight he dukes out with Vop. They’re both half naked, damn does that scene have some 🤨📸 poses. And then ofc once he kills Vop he’s surrounded by angry Fangs. Slarb flees, and is immediately grabbed by Gnorm by his throat, and slammed into a wall. That very much doesn’t happen in the books, thus making the scene a lot more intriguing to watch. Slarb is fighting, clawing at the hand choking him out. One shot even shows Slarb’s feet kicking uselessly, just barely unable to find purchase on the floor. Then Slarb has to beg for freedom, using the only piece of information he has that’s useful, completely at Gnorm’s and the Fangs mercy. You can honest to god hear Slarb starting to lose consciousness.

Anyhow, those scenes have inspired me to make more Slarb whump, and maybe actually post it this time. Love y’all, stay safe.

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familiaanteomnia · 2 years

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-Nathan generally spends an lot of energy/effort into lessening conflict situations (doesn’t seem it but he would rather not get into an fight/or have to be stuck listening to somebody talking shit to him about how his existence is a waste of air,etc) from why he’s settled on what he seems to wear all the time ie: especially the red jacket to attitude/behavior which isn’t the best but at least if he’s consistently snappy then less people are like ‘today i want to see how much i push until he snaps’ -As often he can, will try to make it so nobody can come up behind him as better to avoid than to go through how much it can freak him out (stemming from nightmares+lived experiences his brain typically associates contact from behind as danger) even if he’s all his locks done up, alone in his dorm room usually likes to keep his back to an surface/face towards the door -Tends to be hyper aware of his surroundings in contrast to the times where the world could literally be ending around him and he wouldn’t notice *more often he is keeping track especially in cases where his back is vulnerable namely when outdoors where it’s more likely for somebody to grab him from behind and punch him* He’s remarkably good at saying whose in a classroom even if not facing the door or looking around (in the case of him hanging out with victoria in the mornings is when he usually feels safer to not do his back to solid object/strictly have focus on how to exit quickly) -Like with concealing most things, he has learned how to flinch subtly especially in cases where another person would be like ???? or make fun of it because sometimes what provokes that reaction doesn’t make any sense plus it’d just easily become more trouble for him “dude flinches if you put your hand out to shake his hand it’s weird” -Part of why he sits in the back, aside from that it means students who actually need to be closer are,etc is that fact he can see most of what is happening/knows nobody is able to throw stuff or anything from behind it takes them far more effort to spin around or angle to do so (also easier for them to get caught, spares him having to just deal with it or react to it as much) -Likely especially carries into things like hugs territory, which aside of being touch starved/an lot of understandable wariness regarding that stuff best approach is warning+space for him to feel safe to be like no thanks,etc (when it comes to things like cuddling he very likely especially at first will do the not having his back to the person try to not be obvious about it though/the ideal honestly being face to face)

#headcanons #abuse mention cw #bullying mention cw #trauma mention cw #long post cw #♥ aesthetics 》 nathan prescott #(im thinking about how big of an thing it would be for him to let somebody snuggle up to his backside)#(like the major trust and vulnerability aside he would be so happy with that sort of physical contact)#(he'd get some real solid sleep and upon waking up just barely breathe so as to not ruin or cause the end of it)#(especially if legs are tangled up and an arm around his torso)#(like yada yada hugs but things like him feeling comfortable to take up space like somebodys lap is way more special)#(100% nathan learned in theory somebody could play with his hair and was like gee i wish to experience that level of safety n comfort)#(this post brought to you by damn this dude's issues cause some ouch mannerisms but also consider him having some basic ass comfort)#(he wont want to talk about it or have it addressed but if you gently go about making sure to give him warning before hugging etc hell yeah)

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eartheats · 3 months

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...so if nobody's gonna acknowledge the cufant in the room i guess i will, uh

hey tati, what the fuck happened to your eye?

Oh, this silly lil thing? It's not like, a really nice answer, I'mma just warn you now, but! The Teal Deerling of it all is that, like, one of the girls in the old clique decided she was like, totes tired of me being cuter and prettier than her, and decided to shove me in hopes of giving me a nasty ass little bruise? Or smth, idk.

Yeah, so turns out when you do that? Bad things totes happen. And it ain't something cheap, so like, the school itself has to shell out some dosh or else Mama will sue~! Of course, like no Teachers and no cameras were around when she decided to pull that little stunt, so nobody's gotten in trouble, but I'm just biding my time a little bit~ ♥

...heheh...

Oh, girlie better hope I don't get my hands on her before she graaaduaaates~

#tatiana's ama #cw bullying #cw physical violence #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #rotomblr #pokeblogging

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zaynes-ocs · 10 months

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Brewing Storm

Warning for a certain friend: This is milo’s backstory, if you dont want to be spoiled for the campaign he eventually shows up in, dont read!

This is a super long post so it will be split into 2 parts! This is merely part 1

Cw for some disturbing scenes regarding fire towards the end (please ask to tag if i am missing any triggers)

Eager footsteps clattered across wooden floorboards as a white haired flurry sped through a small cottage’s doorway, flakes of mud coming off of worn leather boots and dirtying the freshly swept floors earning a soft click of a tongue from someone in the kitchen.

A middle aged, elven woman stood elegantly by the countertop, grooming through a basket of vegetables and brushing the dirt off with her calloused hands as her bright sapphire eyes glanced over at the room the footsteps disappeared into.

“Milo, what have I told you about tracking dirt in the house after your chores?” Came the soft, but firm voice after the flurry darted into a room. “I just swept the floors!”

“I know I know but I have to get out of these overalls!” Came a younger voice from the other room along with a chaotic clatter of noise before a young elven boy came darting back out, heading right towards the front door again. “Bye mom see you later!”

He was about average height for a young elf, with long, wavy hair the color of freshly fallen snow that hung loose and messy around his head like a hurricane had styled it. His eyes were a startling electric blue, and if one looked closely, they might even find flecks of silver that shimmered like moonlight within his irises. His skin was just as pale as his hair, speckled with very faint almost silver-colored freckles that arched across his nose like a constellation before they darted down his neck towards his shoulders. His clothes weren’t much to look at, a simple white tunic that flowed with the summer breeze and a pair of cloth pants with a patches and seams spread out over them like a jigsaw of fixes while the knees wore a faint mossy tint from stains that decided they were here to stay.

“Oh no you don’t-“ Scolded the woman in the kitchen as she turned to face the eager lad as he laid a hand on the door, her arms crossed over her chest. “Not without telling me where you’re going!”

She was taller than the boy, her hair equally as white and wavy though hers was tied back into a low ponytail that laid slack over her right shoulder. Her eyes were just the same as the boy’s, though a bit more sunken as wrinkles hung just below them, though her lips stayed in a lax smile, even as the boy halted almost nervously in his tracks to turn to face her with a sheepish look.

“I’m just going to hang out with Alec and the others in the woods,” The boy responded. “I gotta hurry though! They said they had something really cool and the last one there has to get dunked in the river and I dont know about you, but I do not want to get wet today!”

“Alright, alright, I won’t keep you much longer then if getting splashed is clearly such a danger to you.” The woman chuckled, tucking a few wild strands of hair behind Milo’s pointed ear and pluching out a few stray twigs of hay. “Just be back in time for dinner, okay?”

“Yes mom,” The teen practically whined as he squirmed away with an almost embarrassed smile. “Sundown as always, I’ll be there! Now I gotta go!”

With that final note he turned and bolted again, boots shuffling against dirt as he darted off to the forest’s edge, eager to meet up with his friends, although he was more eager to not be the last as he excitedly hurried across boulders and roots, vaulting effortlessly over logs and stumps until he finally arrived at the clearing where a stick home lay fortified against the wispy branches of an old willow tree and two other boys sat waiting outside.

The first boy was a tall, stocky human kid with bright orange hair that curled like a fire’s sharp tongue, freckles dotting his face far more prominently than Milo’s own as his steel grey eyes glared forward at the silver haired boy’s arrival and he leaned down to jab his elbow into the other boy beside him who was much shorter in stature, a young halfling lad, pudgy and round around the middle and arms with stocky not too dissimilar to a corgi. This boy had tousled brown hair and an almost mousey nose while his almond eyes were brown and soft like oak as his plush lips turned upwards into a annoyed pout and he crossed his arms much like the taller boy had done before.

“Well look who finally shows up Thomas! Old Milo the forever late!” The taller boy announced with a grand gesture and wicked sneer that showed off the gap in his teeth.

“Looks like you’ll be takin a swim today Milo! You made us wait for an eternity!” The halfling, Thomas, piped up.

“Alec, come on!” Milo complained as he moved forward towards the two. “My mom stopped me on my way out to ask where I was going, Ii was almost on time!”

“Save it for the fish you’ll fry with your magic later when we toss you in the river!” Alec boomed as he jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “But first you guys gotta see what I found when I was roaming the forest today! You won’t believe it!”

“Stop being so secretive and just show us already!” Milo scoffed as he waited for Alex to start running off, jumping to follow quick at his heels alongside Thomas.

Together the band jumped creeks, their boots skidding across pebbles and dirt as they thundered together through the woods louder than a herd of deer, traversing the trails and side paths and underbrush that they practically grew up in until the ground beneath them grew rockier and steeper, all the way until they had climbed to an overlook where wind whipped and lapped at their hair from below and fields upon fields of crops stretched out before weaving themself in towards the small collection of thatched rooves that they called home.

“Woah, you can see the whole town from up here!” Milo gasped as he sat over towards the edge, looking down to see the rushing water of the river bellow where some tabaxi were gathering buckets of water to bring back.

“Hey, weatherboy.” Alec grunted with a sharp kick to Milo’s side to grab his attention as he pointed out to a figure in the middle of the wheat field. “Try to hit that scarecrow with your lightning.”

“Oh, I really shouldn’t…” Milo mumbled, his smile falling as he looked down at his hands. “I don’t really have good control of my magic yet, and my mom says I should only really be practicing with cantrips right now and- “

“I wasn’t asking dipshit!” Alec growled as he gave the elf a harsh shove. “I don’t care what your mommy says about you using magic, just do it! Hit the scarecrow or I’ll hold you under during your dunk in the river!”

“Okay Okay!” Milo whimpered, hunching into himself as he cast his gaze downwards, unable to gather the courage to stand up to Alec. He always got his way anyways, he shouldn’t have tried to say no in the first place.

“C’mon, I know you can hit it!” Thomas chirped, not really put off about Alec’s harsh behavior, though at least he was more positive.

“Hold on hold on, it takes a minute for a larger spell like this…” Milo mumbled as he helf focus in his hands, feeling the way the very air around his fingertips began to hum and vibrate until visible blue sparks began to stretch and leap across his fingertips, reflecting their flashes in the silver of his eyes as he looked up to the sky where clouds were already beginning to stir.

The soft crackle of electricity filled the air between the boys like a warning, a distant rumble filling the sky as small flashes of blue began to form within the clouds above the village. Slowly, Milo brought his hand up like he was reaching for a nonexistent rope dangling in the air, trying to ignore the eager murmurs and whispers of his only friends as he hoped to impress them lest he go home with more bruises to explain to his mother as the skies continued to darken, clouds swarming together into something much larger than intended, but he couldn’t back down now that he had already begun the spell. Shakily, he clenched his hand into a fist, as if grabbing on to that invisible rope as he yanked it down to earth, as hard as he could, feeling the thrum of magic course through his veins as a sharp crack echoed through the air and a flash of light filled the sky so bright that it took a moment for the boys to see that Milo had missed the scarecrow entirely as more cracks filled the air like a symphony of fireworks, bang after bang, flash after flash as the heavens unloaded a hailstorm of electricity onto the lands causing a commotion so loud that it wasn’t until it was over that they heard the screams.

It only took them a few more moments before they saw the flames.

“THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!” Alec shouted as he grabbed Milo by the collar, panic swarming in his eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!!!” Milo sobbed, fearful tears now streaking down his face as he tried to free himself from the human’s grasp. “I just tried what you asked! I told you- I told you I’m not good at the bigger spells yet!”

As the boys screamed at each other in terror and confusion, a secondary jolt of electricity blitzed through Milo’s fingertips and serpentine flecks of blue leapt out branching and burning themself into Alec’s arms casuing him to drop Milo with a pained yelp before he let out a deep huff and sent his fist rocketing into the elf’s face witha sickening crunch as his nose shattered upon impact, a fresh stream of blood spilling out like a waterfall of crimson that stained the white of Milo’s shirt.

“You’re a fucking monster you know that?!” Alec screamed. “You could have just hit the damn scarecrow like I asked but you fucking hit the TOWN?! What the fuck is WRONG with you?!”

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry!!!” Milo whimpered, tucking his body into a ball to try and defend himself from the onslaught of violence he was accustomed to from Alec as he sobbed, only to hear the other boy’s footsteps retreat back down the trail, desperate to head back into town while Milo was left snivveling on the clifftop, covered in his own blood to which he weakly tried to get up and head back down himself, hoping that his mother was alright though he became more and more unsure with every pillar of ashen smoke that roared into the skies as the fires continued to rage, turning the evening sky into a hellscape of smog and embers.

By the time he had made it to his home, choking through the smoke and dodging the collapsing buildings, stepping over the charred bodies of those who didn’t make it and those who were directly struck by bolts of Milo’s own creation, it was too late. A single, charred arm lay visible from beneath the still glowing rubble of what the elf had once called home, a soot-covered sapphire ring still looped around her finger, the gem glinting ever so softly in the waning embers, and Milo couldn’t stop the screaming.

It startled him at first, how scratchy and loud it was, how it rang in his ears and how at the same time it sounded so far away. It wasn’t until he felt the pain scratching at his own throat that he realized it was his own as his now blackened hands grasped onto the still-warm ring on the corpse’s fingertips, knowing it truthfully as the one expensive posession his mother owned, a precious heirloom that was always said to one day be his, though he had never expected to gain it in such a way, nor did he wish to gain it at all if it wasn’t given freely by his mother.

In silence he sat, surrounded by the heat of the smoulder as He hiccuped and sobbed, the only thing to cool him being his own tears before a familiar voice piped up from behind.

“Thats him! That’s the bastard who wanted to kill everyone!”

With a weary sniffle, Milo turned towards the sound of the voice, eyes widening to see the sharp point of a halberd lowered towards him by a knight of the crownsguard, Alec and several of the surviving townsfolk standing behind him.

“I didn’t want this to happen….” Milo spoke softly, before raising his voice a little more. “I didn’t mean for any of this!!!”

“Liar!” Alec screamed, Milo’s blood still staining his knuckles. “Both me and Thomas heard what you said before you did it! You wanted to kill the whole town!!! You’re a MONSTER!”

“What…?” Milo spoke breathlessly, like the very air had been punched from his lungs by Alec’s accusation alone as he looked frantically towards Thomas who stood behind his mother with a fearful look upon his face. “Thomas- you were there… you know that’s not true!”

The crownsguard have a cautious look back towards the small halfling, as if waiting for the true liar to be revealed by his statement alone.

“It’s true…” Thomas spoke slowly, and Milo felt his heart plummet into his gut. “I heard him say it too, he wanted this to happen…”

“Milo Thatcher, you are under arrest and will be tried as an adult.” The crownsguard boomed, louder than thunder as two more guards crept foward with shackles, locking them around Milo’s arms as he stood frozen in shock. “Save your pleas for the court, though they are unlikely to grant you any mercy for your crimes and senseless rampage. Try anything and you will be guaranteed a harsher sentence.”

Milo couldn’t say a single word as soot stained his brilliant white hair and face, eyes still wet with tears but with a throat too raspy to say anything as he was guided back to the crownsguard at spearpoint in front of the eyes of everyone who he once considered friendly to him, if not family, though no one spoke a single word to stand up for him, to contradict the words of people he had once considered friends.

Perhaps it was truly all his fault to begin with… perhaps he didn’t deserve the mercy he once thought was a given.

Silently, he clenched his fists together in an attempt to not cry even more, lest he make an embarrassment of himself as he tucked his mother’s ring into his palm, hoping to at least keep it of all things once he was imprisoned for what would likely be the rest of his life.

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obsessivevoidkitten · 4 months

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P.E. Class

Male Alpha Yandere x Gender Neutral Omega Reader CW: Noncon, public fucking, breeding, knotting, mention of musk, wrestling, mention of bullying, general yandere behavior Word Count: 360 (Super short drabble, please enjoy!)

Imagine you're an omega in college. The college in this realm requires physical education classes for all students no matter their major.

One day the class makes students pair off and wrestle one another. Complete with singlets.

You get paired with the biggest alpha brute, one who often teases and lightly bullies you.

The match is over in an instant, with him pinning you down on your belly. Your skin is touching and his musk is overpowering.

You feel his hot breath on your neck.

Then, in front of everyone, he begins to grind into you. Your body does what biology demands and you produce slick. It seeps through both of your singlets coating his cock.

You try to squirm but he grows and bears down on you with more force until you whimper and go limp.

He moves your singlet so that your hole is exposed and does the same to free his cock.

He plunges it right into you with one smooth motion, his cock squelching lewdly into your depths.

Then he breeds you hard and fast in full view of everyone. Some masturbate openly, others film your predicament, and a few blush and look away. But none helped. It wasn't all that odd for an omega to be taken suddenly.

You couldn't help but cry at the humiliation of being fucked in public. The helplessness of being raped so suddenly. And the embarrassment that came with it feeling so good that you were moaning and moving into his thrusts unwillingly.

After what feels like an eternity the both of you cum and he bites your neck and claims you as his prize. He licks your neck and nuzzles you while you cry on the gym mat, his knot still in you.

When his knot goes down he apologizes that he did that so suddenly, he explains that he had been planning to breed you eventually but the sweat and positioning from wrestling just triggered something primal in him and he could wait no longer…

Then he hushes your protests and carries you, cum still dripping down your legs, to his dorm for rounds 2, 3, 4, and 5.

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angelsrcute · 19 days

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Shut up, Shut up, Shut the fuck up. ౨ৎ

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Sub!Bully!Gojo + Dom!Student Council President!M!Reader ➜ cws: Masochist gojo, spanking with ruler (char receiving), degradation ᡴꪫ‎

Bully!gojo who'd bully Student council president!reader for fun, tease them n stuff. It was never physical but it was still humiliating.

Bully!Gojo who says he's the only one allowed to bully you cause he said so, totally not madly in love with you. Student council president!reader who has enough of his doings and call him in your office.

Bully!Gojo who thinks you're gonna yap about how he's such a troublemaker, but dude, what the fuck were you doing!?

Bully!Gojo who is currently on your lap while you spank his ass with a ruler. His ass looked like some tomato, his dick dripping with pre-cum, oh, was he getting off of this? tsk, this was supposed to be a punishment.

Bully!Gojo who has to count every spank, but he still forgets, he doesn't care anymore cause he's such a pretty little masochist. Well, poor guy, he has to count again, every time he forgets.

Spank, "Satoru, what number are we at?" "N-nineteen..? wait nah– Twenty–!" Yells out Satoru, Spank, pathetic tears rollin' down his pretty lil face. "Wrong, guess who won't get to cum? Start again till you get it right, slut."

Bully!Gojo who looks at you with teary puppy eyes n begs you to fuck him till he can't walk.

Bully!Gojo who's fucked so dumb that he can't even think of anything else other than you, loud moans coming out of his mouth, definitely not trying even a bit to be quiet. Whispering degrading words to his ears, body full of bruises and hickeys.

"S-shit...feels so good, can't anymore please– Hah, m' sorry, m' sorry–" Eyes rolling back as he holds on to the table, hands goin' numb. Getting his ass pounded by the so called person he called weak. Your hand squishing his cheeks as you slip your tongue in his mouth. His legs barely holding him up.

Bully!Gojo who then follows you around like some lost puppy, his little gang so confused. Though this man still has the audacity to create trouble for you just so he can get fucked by you so harshly again, such a brat.

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cyberm4n · 2 months

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alastor and lucifer sharing you pt 2!

(i tagged people who commented asking for part 2 but lmk if you want to be untagged)

pt1, pt3

tags: @lu-ferri12 @my-anime-garden @princessdreamss @polytheatrix

cw: explicit smut, not thoroughly proofread, lucifer has a daddy kink, still in a hinge type relationship, hints to radioapple if you squint

other: i wrote part of this while very high so if there's a random perspective change just know i was cooking so hard with writing that i forgot to write in 2nd person pov

■ let's be honest neither of them are particularly interested in the other halfs involvement in this equation

■ but it's incredibly hard to deny that they work well together with you in the bedroom

■ when they want to, of course.

■ so there's a silent agreement between them that they usually put their beef aside cause like. they have you atleast.

■ i think alastor would still want to be close though, so most often your head is laid in his lap or he's touching you somehow

■ but there is a VERY strict line of sight he follows because depending on what exactly is going on this position makes it far too easy for the two men to just be staring at each other and that is 100% a no go for them

■ which i mean, fair enough

■ lucifer does tend to get a little possessive on the rare occasion alastor decides he wants to participate a little

"oh sweetheart, daddy is making you feel so good, right?" he would coo at you as he bullies his cock into you again.

alastor, tilting your head back with his hand, claws scraping at the soft skin of your neck. a good portion of your upper body is laid out on him, his other hand pinning your arm down.

"eyes on me, darling" he'd say, only for lucifer to give a particularly rough thrust, trying to get your attention back.

the main ground rule you had set is that they were not allowed to bicker with each other during intimate moments, so after a whine escapes your throat the two set it aside. for now.

■ i feel like alastor is strictly a dom, especially considering most of the time he's not really physically participating

■ lucifer id say is more of a service top. he wants you to feel good and he wants to know how good you feel.

■ i think he'd bottom if you really wanted him too but like only if he gets to make you feel good yk

■ alastor does particularly enjoy watching lcuifer go down on you, seeing you writhe in pleasure and moan so sweetly is like music to his ears.

■ he'd love to broadcast this

■ there is sometimes alastor takes a complete backseat though

■ maybe he's not in the mood or just wanting a different angle

■ so that's how you ended up riding lucifer while alastor gleefully watches from a chair beside the bed

"s'ok princess, you can do it" lucifer would say, hands on your hips as he guides you down on his cock. you squirm and whimper as he stretches you open.

with his guidance you start gently grinding your hips down, and lucifer lulls his head back, sweet praises falling out of his mouth.

"fuck.. that's it. ride daddy's cock. you're such a good girl" he'd moan as he rubs your clit. it's not long before he gets impatient though, wanting to hear more moans coming out of his pretty girl, hands returning to your hips as he bucks into you.

"you like it when he watches?" lucifer practically growls, hips thrusting up harder now. "cmon baby, talk to me" he'd gently tut, slowing down to such a painfully slow pace.

you're practically reduced to nothing, giving a weak moan, both of their smiles growing wider. "such a good duckling, letting daddy get his fill. gonna fill you up princess" lucifer says as he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, another thing lucifer loved to do.

■ alastor has never been a fan of the more personalized petnames lucifer calls you

■ "duckling" "ducky" "doll"

■ but he has some of his own

you're on your knees in alastors radio tower, the very rare occasion lucifer just isnt feeling up to it. he's never been a big fan of receiving head, and he's just not feeling it today, comfortably sat in a chair.

alastor on the other hand, his hands are wound tight into your hair as you suck him off. "oh my sweet doe, so desperate to please" alastor would purr, feeling your tongue swirl around his cock.

"i understand why you... indulge so often. our little pet is such a people pleaser, isn't she?" he'd chime to lucifer, who doesn't respond, not really atleast.

■ but aftercare

■ oh aftercare from these two is amazing

■ the only time they firmly agree with each other and leave everything else behind is during after care.

■ it doesn't matter which of them you want or what you want they're gonna make it happen

■ if you want both of them that's great! and they definitely won't get mildy possessive of you at all!!

■ lucifer is definitely a big cuddler

■ and i feel like alastor would be about praise and affirmations, especially after playing "bad cop" the whole time.

■ not that he minds that, mind you.

"darling you were amazing, im so proud of you" he'd say in a much gentler tone, stroking your hair as you lay on lucifers chest, whos pressing soft kisses across your face.

lucifers hands trace soft circles on your back as they both murmur affections to you, and when you finally slump your forehead to lucifers shoulder, they both breathe out a smile.

if he's feeling particularly charitable, lucifer will nod to alastor to take you, to cuddle with you. most of the time alastor declines respectfully, still not really prone to expose himself to touch.

but on the rare occasion he takes the offer, switching places as he cuddles into you, lucifer cracks a little smile.

they really do make a good team, don't they?

#lucifer smut #alastor #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel #alastor smut #smut #rambles #headcanons #hazbin hotel smut

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