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willowser · 1 year

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you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

#anon dear friend i am so happy you have enjoyed it !!! and that it has comforted you in some way !!#i am wrapping you up in a big hug and so is our bratty lil dragon🥹#this message was just so cute and i wanted to write more for you !!!#this is all for you my peach my plum 😌 thank you for being here and reading my silly things !! giving me a reason to share them !!!#how fuuuuunnnn i am enjoying him way too much LOL #he's a brat !! a biter !!! he does what he wants !!!#god this is going to become a thing on here isn't it LOL might as well start a tag because i have much more to say !!#the lil world-building i have done for this in my mind...you have no i dea LOL #thank you again dearest !!#he he he he said THIS IS MINE 😊#and by this he means YOU 👀#๑ remember me love: bakugou ๑ #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou

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twstgarden · 11 months

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✰ ❝ 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲? ❞

━ yan! malleus draconia, yan! vil schoenheit x gn! reader (reader can either be yuu or an oc/twstsona) ━ it seems you have caught the eye of a certain dorm leader(s) in night raven college, but it doesn't seem like he'll let you run off and not be his. you have no choice but to marry him, and you have no choice but to be his perfect lover.

cw: (including but not limited to) yandere themes, mentions of kidnapping, slight dollification, non-consensual drug use, possessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships, mentions of forced marriage

requested by: anonymous request type: oneshot requester’s message: Hello mina!! Can i please request a yandere vil or malleus one-shot any pronouns is good hehe and i really really LOVE your dévouement like when there's an update to the main story i always thought your story first tbh im more excited to your story than the main hehe that's all sorry for the rant thank you po have a great day!!♡´･ᴗ･`♡ florist’s note: hello po, dévouement reader! <3 i'm really glad you love the book! i have dropped an update on that a few days ago~ as for your request, i'll do both vil and malleus, thank you for your request!

might include spoilers for chp 6 and 7! f/n means first name. do not steal or translate without my permission.

— 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖 —

the silence was deafening in this godforsaken room. you were not even certain if you are locked up in the main castle of the dormitory or in the other area connected to it on the right side of diasomnia's map. you have been here for days, or was it weeks? months? you do not know.

all you knew is you missed a lot of classes now and you have no idea if your friends are searching for you at this very moment.

it has been way too quiet for a while now, it was starting to drive you mad.

you want to be free from this room, you want to speak to another living being, you want to take in the scent of fresh air, you want to be away from him.

everything was fine at the start, or so you thought. you had no idea what you did wrong for him to kidnap you in your sleep and lock you up in this room. you had no chains or ropes tied to your wrists and ankles. in fact, you were not even tied to anything at all! you can freely jump off the window to escape if you wish to.

oh, please. of course, you have tried that. and where did you end up? still in this room. it seems like he used some sort of magic in this room to make it hard for you to escape.

it was a huge disadvantage that you had to be kidnapped by one of the most powerful mages in the world.

'click.'

a noise.

finally. the silence was starting to drive you mad already. your eyes widened as you watched the door slightly open ajar before a tall figure entered the room, closing the door behind him as he approached you. he sat on the corner of the bed and smiled gently at you as if he did not just abduct you and lock you up in this room.

"my dear..."

his voice was deep and tender, clearly lovestruck by you as he caressed your cheek gently with the back of his hands. however, your eyes remained on the door, thinking of ways to escape and run away from here.

he seemed to have noticed your lingering gaze on the exit door, which made him frown as he placed his finger under your chin and pulled your face up to look at him.

and once your eyes met his pained gaze, his finger stroked your cheek as he whispered, "please don't look at the door. i don't want to feel like you're trying to run away from me."

"then set me free."

you demanded softly, wanting to keep that slightly peaceful conversation going, not wanting to piss him off as you still wish to go to sleep with all four limbs intact. his pained gaze turned even sadder as he sat closer to you, "but why? i give you everything you could possibly need. we are to be wed soon, my love. you'll have all the riches you need, you'll have the finest jewellery and clothes in the world, you'll live in my palace and be royalty..."

it might sound like a dream, but it isn't what you desire. you don't even see him in a romantic way either. you wanted to tear up as you imagined your future the moment he mentions marriage, "...i don't want those. i want to go back... i want to see my friends... i don't want to get married, i don't want to become a royal consort with no freedom..."

your words seemed to make him upset. who would reject his offer? he's giving you everything that he thinks would make you happy! his eyes narrowed as he looked at you and huffed, "why would you choose that? all they do is take you away from me."

"i was never yours to begin with!" you argued as tears started to prickle at the corner of your eyes, growing desperate to be free and be away from him and anyone associated with him.

after your little outburst, it was uncomfortably silent in the room, only your soft sniffles and breathing were heard as he sat before you with an unreadable expression, but you knew he was pissed as hell now.

he suddenly stood up and turned his back on you, walking away from the bed and heading to the door. the last thing you heard from him before he left your room and locked the door made you want to sob even more.

"we are getting married whether you like it or not. you do not have a choice."

— 𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙩 —

the lights of pomefiore's bedrooms normally appear aesthetically pleasing to you, but right now, it served as a frustrating reminder that you have been in the same room for more than 24 hours now, staring at the same objects over and over again, unable to move your limbs to run away from this wretched room.

the brush tickling your cheeks, as it applied a red hue to them, felt like thorns brushing and scratching your skin despite its softness. it was unbearable. you have been sitting on this vanity chair for far too long now, not even sure of how you look like with how you've been tickled and dabbed with makeup brushes and sponges all day long.

a pair of amethyst eyes carefully watched as his hands did all the work on dolling up your face. once he was satisfied, he turned the vanity chair around to make you face the mirror.

you look like a fashion doll.

at least it was better than looking like a clown caked with makeup.

you had to admit, his skills were good. the makeup suits you perfectly and the outfit he made you wear looks gorgeous on you, but it would have been better if he did not paralyze you in the first place with his unique magic by cursing your drink.

you could not respond. you could not even move your hand to touch your face, but he seemed very pleased with himself as he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand.

"you look perfect."

perfect.

you were nothing but perfect in his eyes right after he dolls you up every time. you felt like you were just a mannequin for him to beautify and show off to everyone, claiming you were his darling lover, that you would forever be the love of his life.

even if you were paralyzed, your eyes filled up with tears. you wanted nothing more than to run away from this place and hide. vil clicked his tongue at the sight of your tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

"if you dare mess up my work with your tears, i'm cursing your drink again and i'll redo everything."

you wished you could stop, but his threats sent your heart throbbing with fear as you could not hold it in anymore. tears started to roll down your cheeks as the fear in your heart grew, wishing you could just disappear in the blink of an eye, but alas, you were not blessed with magic, unlike everyone else in this prestigious academy.

vil groaned and harshly held your face by your cheeks, messing up the makeup with your tears and making you look at the mirror as he glared at your reflection, "look what you've done."

and as if the gods have heard your plea, you can suddenly move again. it has been past the time limit of when his unique magic's conditions are met, and once you regained your mobility, you held onto his wrist and tried to pull his hand away from your face.

"please, stop! i'm sorry, i'll fix it!" you pleaded, sobbing even more as vil pulled his hand away from your face and landed a slap on your cheek before making you look at him again. "fix? you're not even good enough to apply makeup on your own," hissed the man harshly as he glared at you.

he sighed as he stood straight, closing his eyes and placing his fingers on his temple to show how stressed he was. the pomefiore dorm leader looked at you with a glare before grabbing your cup on his bedside table, refilling it with your drink of choice and casting his unique magic on it.

this time, his conditions included a longer time limit than earlier.

vil stood before you with the cursed or drugged drink and held your face with one hand to try and pry your mouth open. he brought the glass to your lips, forcing you to drink the beverage as you started hitting his arm and struggling, hoping he would stop forcing the cursed drink down your throat, but his strength was overwhelming. his grip on your cheeks made it feel like your face was about to break if he gripped you a little harder.

you struggled to push him away as he forced the drink down your throat, and once he was finished, he placed the cup on his desk and made you sit properly, leaving you paralyzed in that same position once again.

tears continued to stream down your cheeks as you sobbed and pleaded for him to stop. at least this time, his conditions did not include taking away your ability to speak. vil leaned down to look at you right into your fearful eyes as he whispered, "stop looking so frightened when i'm around."

vil gave you a small smile before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. it felt patronising, as if he was taking any ounce of authority you have left in you and taking full control of your life. he leaned his cheek on your head as you both looked into your reflections in the mirror, seeing his endearing smile after doing something drastic to you made you sick to your stomach.

how could he smile after treating you so harshly?

"i'm only doing this out of love, my darling. you have to look perfect before we go out for dinner, no?"

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missmungoe · 1 year

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If you have a moment, you should go check out TricksterMelon on Twitter :) I hope you like it <3

I am speechless

#I saw your comment on AO3 and YOU!! YOU'RE THE ANON WHO COMMISSIONED A COVER FOR SIREN'S CALL THAT TIME #YOU'RE LIKE A MASKED ZORRO SWEEPING INTO MY LIFE WITH THESE INCREDIBLE GIFTS #I...I don't even know what to say #I'm still trying to wrap my head around that you got me this #and for THIS FIC which is so dear to me #and WHAT A BREATHTAKING COVER!!!!!#THE COLOURS #THE *KISS*#THE NAVY FLEET AND THE CANNONBALLS FLYING IN THE BACKGROUND #and SHANKS AND MAKINO #I know this is for Long Live but honestly this could be the cover of Shanties as a whole #it's just...perfect #this is seriously one of THE most beautiful artworks I've ever received #I don't have Twitter but can you or someone please tell the artist how much I love this???#TricksterMelon if you see this I am in AWE #oh my god I need to learn bookbinding so that I can PUT THIS ON THE ACTUAL COVER OF THIS FIC #I am so incredibly touched by this anon THANK YOU SO MUCH<3<3<3 #Shanks x Makino #otp: sing me sea shanties #this made me so happy I...am just going to sit here and feel for a bit<3 #Shanties art

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juergenklopp · 1 year

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Wait, their dads have talked about their connection before? Do you have a link for that one? That's so sweet 🥺

[...] and what both dads noticed the most: they love each other, and they love to prove others wrong. Q: Do they have possibly one of the most unique connection in football at quarterback and receiver? Jimmy Burrow: I think that's a definite yes. A special bond there between Joe and Ja'marr, and really, between our families. It will go beyond their NFL careers. Jimmy Chase: I think they both are like the same kind of person. Don't tell them what they can't do—that's the worst thing you could do. If you did that, it's over. They both have that kind of mentality.

From Jeremy Rauch on FOX19

#.asks #anonymous #Here you go Dear Anon :*#The lore goes Deep. Anyone up for compiling a dossier? johnnytoronto my beloved helped me with a lot of these and I'm just. Head in hands.#The video mentioning that Joe never kept the football from when they won the natty... he gave it to Ja'Marr...#Shut up...#There's also another video where Jimmy Chase called them twins like. Alright.

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pocketramblr · 2 months

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Your Dad for One Nao fic hits different with this new canon revelation.

#head in my hands......... it colors a lot of my dfo fics differently huh #you fool past me. AFO wouldn't have had a daughter with David to hurt Toshi. he would have had a daughter with Toshi to hurt Toshi! (oh hey #katy did that one)#Shoto in deliberately designed.........#but yeah for the purposes of 'dear god why' we're going to quarantine the dfo nao fic from canon here #just....... yeah #pocket talks to people #anon #alt text #bnha manga spoilers #bnha manga leaks

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rox-of-iu · 4 months

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Hey, just felt called to let you know that your MQF from SVSSS doodles give me such life and inspired how I write MQF in my fics. I love how you depict him and your art style is so refreshing and cute!

Just thought you should know. Hope you have a good day!

HELLO HI THANK YOU SO MUCH??? 😭😭😭💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 GLAD TO BE OF SERVICE HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY OR NIGHT

#THANK YOU ANON I WILL GO EXPLODE NOW #jbfkdjh #sorry for caps this actually means so much to me you have no idea #thank you for stopping by to tell me i really appreciate it 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓😭#my specialest little guy...........im so glad that ppl like him hes so dear to me #im literally in the middle of making myself a bag pin with mqf cuz i had to go 'fine i'll just do it myself' hahjkhfd #to be entirely honest i have made more small bits with him in the meantime and i have lots of bigger projects in mind with him but #i kinda hit an art funk this past month and felt p bad about my art in general #so not much posting have been posted and not much more even made #but this ask watered my crops and cleared my skin hdfjkdhfgkdf thank you #anyway cant post the older doodles cuz theyre tied to something thats still a wip and kinda embarrassing cuz im trying something new lol #but maybe ill post some lazy crumbs that i have and try to get back into arting #sorry for rambling this just made me really happy i need to explode something with my mind #i literally went to bed cuz its way past 1am here but then i noticed the notif and threw myself out of the bed lol #but now im going back to shreep #but anon im sending you good vibes and wish you good times with your fics :))) thankyou again for the kind words #asks

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 2 months

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Your f-cking!!!!!! YOU DID SO MANY THINGS FOR THIS SHIP... bestshot/edgejeanist/edgeshot x best jeanist. My sir I am eating the computer for your work. Best. Most content. I asked for a meal and you have feasts on your acc !! (srry for swearing again this happening a lot now)

1 - Congrats on your acca term end ! so many acca things happening for everyone

2 - I saw your collab w/ someone else, the rlly good writer. Pls keep it up there is not enough content! ! !!

3 - Pls tell me more abour your Pirate AU and your AUS, I love pirates

4 - Birthday art !! GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GORGEOUS. Did not know who Ectoplasm was until this. Did not know he had a face and a boyfriend

5 - Your ART. F-king amazing. Thx u

ANON oh my goodness hello!!! Thank you so much I genuinely needed to hear this right now— this did startle me when it came into my inbox but you really made my day <3333

I am so glad you found us and that you are enjoying the content :D

(I’ve have been here making stuff for edgejeanist and ectoloader for over 3 years now and I ain’t planning on stopping any time soon so there will always be more >:D /lh)

But :D!!!!! In response to you:

1) I am not familiar with what that means or is but thank you (?)

2) yes!! I believe you mean @laughteronsilverwings, and the Therapy Fic we are working on together- don’t worry, there are plenty of potential other things to come I am sure

3) OOOH I have a post coming for this, a small doodle on the way soon 🫡 for pirate au though, summary: plenty of cursed treasure magical pirate shit with drama, fun, action and romance heheh

4) thank you! Yes! Ecto is wonderful and one of my favourite characters, and ectoloader is simply just one of the other ships that I adore with my whole heart (equally to edgejeanist at this point)

5) Absolute hearts and love to you, sweet anon, thank you so much.

But !!! Thank you for popping in, anon, you made my day- and of course, are welcome at any time to pop by whenever you would like to :] <3

#eclair responds?!#anon dear sweet anon you are so kind and so nice thank you #you made my day I don’t think I’ve emphasised enough just how much I appreciated your words #you sent this right when my motivation needed it to say the least #I am so glad you found us lot here in the edgejeanist community and I would like you give you snacks and cookies and a warm hug #we be chilling and vibing #and holy fuck this is what made me realise and remember I’ve been here for over 3 years now shit?#time fuckin flies #tw caps #🫡#<333 #I hope you have managed to go round to all the others- there are some AMAZIGN artists and writers on here in this community especially #I love them all they’re amazing it’s amazing

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coquelicoq · 2 months

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I'm mad at my best friend bc she made fun of me when I fangirling overenthusiastically about a fixation. she likes the thing too, sometimes she just likes to bully me for fun. and it is all in good fun like 98% of the time, but this time I've decided to be offended

may I have some bad advice on how I should get my revenge please?

poison. that's option 1.

option 2 is next time you see her, just move your lips like you're talking but don't actually say anything. i think that would actually be meaner.

#oh you disdain my thoughts and feelings so much? okay well you can just not have them then.#this works best if you're in a group of people and you talk normally to everyone but her. otherwise she might think she's going crazy #which is not what we're going for. we're above that. we're here for the noble art of Passive Aggressively Making You Regret #That One Specific Thing That You Did To Me #it only works if she knows what you're doing and why #if there's any concern that she might not get it just default to option 1.#asks #anon #dear imprudence

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lookedlikethebins · 7 months

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hiding from (anticipated) msg antics by going into my wip folder and fist fighting those 91k words

#anon im getting you that snippet i PROMISE #fighting for my life here... it keeps. changing.#what i have in the new version has maybe 100 words of the 91k like #this will be my life's work apparently???#BUT ANYWAY anon im going to give you a little crumb if i can just SOMETHING dear god you deserve it for being so sweet #del

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kohakhearts · 9 months

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(scuttles into your ask box like a little creacher) i saw your tags on a really old hp meta post about harry being borderline and i thought they were very insightful and interesting thank you (scuttles away)

is this in reference to the post about him being a “psychopath”? that one was a really interesting perspective but i definitely maintain he has more borderline traits than antisocial ones! actually, my tag “harry potter and the borderline personality disorder” does have multiple things under it, including the meta post i made about WHY i think he has it haha

#answered #anon #i dont go here anymore but i would never delete my 8k harry bpd essay #harry potter and the borderline personality disorder #i also wrote a fic very shortly after my psychiatrist first said yeah i think you have this lol #and that was a long time ago so im more comfortable saying yeah i have this now #but i will say it helped having a characters whose traits were so similar that i could explore at that time. so this reading was very near #and dear to me for a very long time :’)

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shapeshiftrr · 2 years

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I hate that J.K is a transphobe and I don’t want to support her but is the show really going to include transphobic and racist undertones? I still want to watch it even if in private.

Nothing in the post says for certain about whether or not the show will contain those kinds of undertones.

The fact of the matter is that JKR is a certified transphobe and her "commentary" or "comparisons" to racism in HP are not well-executed or politically correct/just/kind. Here's a bit of a comprehensive breakdown of her transphobic statements. I am not the right person to elaborate on the racism and antisemitism in the HP series, but do your own research, and you'll find that it is there. The links I have provided should be a starting point, not your only source of information regarding this subject.

As the comment on the post says, "No one is emotionally attached to the Harry Potter Television Show™ fandom yet, and it’s entirely within our power to keep it that way. You don’t need to watch it."

If you decide to watch it, that's your decision. But I – as a person who falls under the trans umbrella – do not feel comfortable with supporting JKR any longer, especially regarding new content, and I do not feel comfortable interacting with JKR supporters. I made HP RP content as a way of separating the story from its creator, as a way of taking back and reclaiming a childhood interest of mine from someone who actively thinks people like me are horrible just for existing.

If you are going to watch this show or support JKR despite knowing all of the bad that she has caused, you are likely privileged enough to not be personally affected by her cruel values. I know I'm not active on this account anymore but please unfollow me if you seriously think watching a tv show (which you can ignore like many, many other series that you have not watched, because i know that there are countless shows out there that I don't even know exist) is more important than the lives and rights of transgender people, of Black people, of Jewish people, etc..

#there are many reasons why i decided to abandon this account and jkr supporters is one of them #dear anon your privilege is showing. you sound dense and incredibly inconsiderate #'i hate that shes a transphobe but i still want to watch it' then that's supporting a transphobe. sorry. it's simple #if you're going to watch it then do so but don't make it my problem or the problem of anyone else who fits into these groups #we're not here to entertain your support of her and we're not here to be your one and only source of information #and my response may sound rude but i have no time to defend or side with anyone who thinks what she has done is acceptable #jkr discourse #answered #anonymous

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