26* Arianna * bi * she/her * actually 2 years behind on her seasonal anime to watch lists OTL, Instagram:ariannaspotz. this is a side blog my main is bisexual-sylveon-art
CW: Mild mentions of violence, dark content, yandere themes.
I love, love the idea of Yan!Dottore with a Childhood Friend!Reader.
I'd love to know more about him in order to cement this idea but let's imagine for a moment that you both are from neighboring families.
You were asked to be a friend to the solitary boy. "He is... very special," his mother said to yours, "So bright, a genius really! It's just... very hard to make friends for him, most children just don't get him."
Your mother believes this to be a great idea, as you were a very lonely child yourself. A special, gentle child. Most children usually picked on you and took advantage of your meek disposition.
Of course, you accept, as you are in desperate need of a friend.
If you could have seen the future, you would have rather chosen a lifetime of loneliness.
Your meek attitude is a dangerous ingredient in his hands. You would have done anything to please him the first time you met him. So desperate to feel acceptance, you ignore all the alerts your mind fires at you. All because you need a friend.
You agree to whatever he wants to play, always. You should have seen it for what it was: Ominous warnings of the man he would turn out to be. Once he just had you lying on the floor, pretending to be dead. He took your arm and traced your veins with the tips of his fingers. It doesn't matter if your veins were visible or not, he had already read several anatomy books, so he never had a problem finding them. He joked that he would bring a knife next time, "to peek under your skin, just for a glance".
You cried, of course. "I don't want to play with you anymore," you said, "You are mean to me."
He laughed, lowered his face, and kissed your forehead.
"It was a joke, silly. I would never hurt you. You are mine, after all."
At the very least, you should be glad that those words turned out to be somewhat true.
The Fatui teaser igniting the feral need for any of the Harbingers to protectively put their big warm coats around me was not something I thought I would spent my work day thinking about but here we are
Compiled lore info regarding each of the Fatui Harbingers
Since the designs have been revealed I thought I’d compile a list of information we have on every character. Info is drawn from already existing lore in the story, item descriptions as well as leaks, so if you want to avoid those please skip this post!
Update: added which Harbinger will become playable as well as when they will appear in the game at the end of the post
“look at you, sleeping so peacefully, so… calm. maybe i could just give them a little peck on the lips? maybe more,” // alot more~ ☆
reposting bc the link to the og post was brocken </3
mayoi ayase x gn reader
cw: yandere, non consensual touches + kissing, drugging!! implied somnophilia
"Producer-san, are you sure you'll be alright?"
Aira peers over the edge of your bed, his green eyes wide with worry-thought he's careful not to get too close.
Tatsumi holds up the thermometer he'd taken from your mouth.
"As I feared… it's no good.. it would be dangerous to continue working until your temperature lowers a bit."
He gently pulls the blanket up to your chin, offering you a sympathetic smile.
"I'm sorry for falling ill today, I promise I'll work late tomorrow to make up for the missed time. I know it hasn't been easy for you all."
"Don't worry." Hiiro assures you. "Your health is most important, you know. We've come this far, so we'll continue to do our best. Please rest for today."
Tatsumi nods, offering his spirtual wisdom once more, and you give an airy laugh.
"As the saying goes, therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”
Aira puffs his cheeks, "Enough.. we shouldn't stay here crowding them. We should let them rest already."
Hiiro gives you a cheerful face, slinging his bad over his shoulder and heading on his way out with the others.
"We'll come check on you again after we finish with our work for today. please call me right away if you need anything!"
"Mayoi is also feeling under the weather today, so you won't be all alone." Tatsumi adds, and he gives you a bow goodbye.
"Well, then, we'll be going!" Aira waves and the rest of the members of alkaloid clear out.
Mayoi gives you a gentle smile from the doorway. "Um… do you mind if I come in, Producer-san?"
You cough into your arm, "I'd warn you not to get too close, but you're welcome to come in."
He beams, folding his hands up to his face and taking the chair next to your bedside table.
"Not to worry, i'm quite confident in caring for others. You poor thing…" He sighs mournfully.
"But, Ayase… are you feeling okay? You should be in bed resting, too."
"I'm quite used to navigating around while under the weather…" He explains, his eyes trailing off toward the floor.
"I'm able to move around just enough to get whatever you might need."
Mayoi was always the most reserved of the group, you'd come to learn that very well- but he was slowly warming up to your presence. This was a big step for him to be talking so casually with you without insulting himself or hiding. He really was a kind person at heart.
You wanted to reject his offer, but he seemed so intent and hopeful on caring for you. He had a soft spot for weak and helpless things- and in your current condition, you fit the definition of that pretty well.
"I have some medicine in my bag by the door in the hall." You offer. "could you please bring it to me?
Mayoi visibly perks up at your suggestion.
"Of course! Fufufu…I'll get you something warm to drink as well."
You thank him for his generosity, and he bows, leaving the room to fetch the items you'd requested, and he stops in the kitchen area to fill the kettle with water.
While it's heating up, he digs through your bag to find your medicine.
"I won't touch anything else." He tells himself.
He won't read any of these journals or open the folders. He won't take any small items and place them in his pocket, or press his nose into your handkerchief and inhale deeply. He won't do any of that, no.
You've trusted him as a friend to care for you in your hour of need. He couldn't mess this up. He had to do the right thing.
He finds the little box of pills after digging for a bit, and he turns the package over to read the label.
Drowsiness, dizziness, blurred vision, upset stomach, nausea, nervousness, constipation, or dry mouth,nose, or throat may occur.
Nervously, he looks over his shoulder, almost on reflex. He's so used to appearing suspicious even when no one is home- but that's when his… urges…. are at their worst.
Drowsiness… If you took enough of these, you'd sleep so peacefully like a princess in a story book. How lovely…
But… that could be dangerous, he notes. Just to be safe, he reads the side effects listed below the warnings.
Do not exceed 8 capsules in 24 hours.
A sinister thought enters his mind, and it scares him. He shrieks, throwing the box back into the bag. He stands up, rubbing his shoulders to calm his nerves.
You call out from the room. "Are you alright?"
"Y-yes.. the steam just burned my hand a little, is all.. but I'm fine!" He lies, and the guilt of lying to you settles into his gut, twisting and clawing at him with the rest of it.
No…no… He'd never do anything to hurt you or ruin everything he's come to have with Alkaloid.
But- no one will find out if you're careful, cover your tracks.
But- if they did, they'd surely throw him out and hate him forever.
But- if they really cared about you, they'd forgive you, right? That's what friends do.
But- doing something this would no longer make them friends…
His irrational thoughts flood his mind and before he can calm himself down, the three extra tablets have disappear from his hand.
"Oh no… where did they go…?" He cries, flipping his hands over and searching the countertop and the floor.
He stares into the cup next to the stove. In his mind, the steam rising from the liquid emits an ominous aura that makes it clear just where they've gone, and what's he's done.
"No… no… What have I done…" He mutters to himself.
"Bad… this is so bad! I'm the worst person alive… Why was I ever even born!"
He grips the cup with trembling hands, and he glances over at the sink.
He should just dump it down the drain right now and be done with it. End this before it goes any further. Before he does anything that can't be undone.
Only his feet move in the opposite direction towards your room. He was careful not to add too much… so it shouldn't harm you in any way… right?
He wouldn't dream of hurting you. He's just going to give you a nice, long rest.
He's really doing you a kindness, yes…. you even say so yourself when he hands you the tea, and your pills.
"Thank you, Mayoi. This is very kind of you."
He smiles from ear to ear. His grin seems to stretch even wider with every sip you take from the cup, praising the flavor of the tea he prepared.
"It's nothing to thank me for. I truly wish for your good health, producer-san."
He takes his leave into the hall, but he doesn't return to his bed. Merely crouching behind the door, and waiting. It wouldn't be long now.
Somewhere during your time lying in bed, your hands began feeling heavy. Your eyelids felt as though they were weighted by gravity, urging to close every minute.
When you no longer have the strength to stay awake, you place your phone onto the night stand and let yourself drift away into the deep slumber that overtakes you.
Mayor's keen ears pick up on every yawn you've let out over the last hour. He hoped the side effects of the extra medicine would kick in sooner than later. He was practically vibrating with anxiety.
What if the others returned home early for some reason?
He peers out onto the street below.
There was no sign of anyone at this hour. Everyone was normally out working. He sighs in relief and slowly creeps towards the guest room careful not to disturb creaking the floor boards. It's only now that he's grateful for having mastered the art of quietly tip-toeing in the shadows- unnoticed all his life.
But it was a dual realization as to why he didn't belong among normal people- doing reprehensible things such as this.
Though the closer he creeps to your sleeping form- the more logic and reasoning escape from his mind.
His negative feelings are replaced with his love and want to be close to you, and the excitement to finally get a look at your peaceful face up close.
How he always wondered what your sleeping face might look like. You lived somewhere else away from this apartment building, so seeing it was a rare opportunity that couldn't be missed.
You looked so serene in your bed. Your mouth slightly open and your skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat.
You must be so warm, he notes with pity. He'll remove these blankets for you. He might as well remove your outer jacket as well. It's only now that he's hovering over you peeling off your clothing- that he finds himself unable to yield his darker thoughts from forming.
“Look at you, sleeping so peacefully, so… calm." He whispers, dragging his knuckles along your jawline.
"Maybe I could just give them a little peck on the lips? Maybe more,”
This was something that only lovers got to do. He'd seen it many times before on television and read about it in books. He could see why people were so fond of lying in bed with the person they liked.
He leans in close to your face and your noses are nearly touching. He can feel your breath on his lips and his chest tightens.
You looked so tempting he could hardly stand it. Your lips parted open, the sight was so inviting.
His gloved fingers trace over your lips and he's leaning in before he can stop himself.
He moans into the kiss, the contact of your lips pressed together is almost too overwhelming. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, but that only makes it more enticing.
A horrible creature like himself would never have a chance to touch you in such a way under normal circumstances. So this was his only his right. To experience something he never thought he'd have in a million years. He'd been so devoid of human contact that he had no idea what a kiss would even feel like.
He lost himself in you in that moment, deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips. You give no resistance, allowing him access into your warm mouth and he shudders.
He always imagined a scenario where you'd accepted him in his dreams. Encouraged him even and called out for him by name. He knew it was just an unattainable fantasy but this reality, with you underneath him now- was actually happening.
He pulls away from you at last, lungs deprived of oxygen after kissing you so feverishly without sparing a moment to breathe.
"Ah, (name)… you're divine." He exhales with a shuddering breath, caressing your face. his cheeks flushed, saliva trailing out of the corner of his lips.
There were so many things rushing through his mind as the blood running through his body quickly pooled into his groin. and there was no reason to deny them.
He wouldn't taint you, he promised himself aloud. He'd just taste you a little. Every place on your body, especially the ones beneath your clothes that he'd been wondering about.
He'd be sure to clean you up afterwards, to remove any trace of his filth that's made contact with your body and to make sure no one ever found out about this.
You were not only his precious producer after today, you'd become his first kiss, among other things. You shared a special relationship now. He'd cherish this memory for the rest of his wretched life. But you'd also become his biggest secret to keep.
can we like…get rid of the so-called leather and rubber “pride flags” ? it’s honestly ridiculous and offensive to the lgbtq community. those aren’t pride flags.
The leather pride flag is the second oldest pride flag. It has been at almost every single US pride parade and protest in history.
It’s older then you are, it’s older then I am. The leather community is responsible for pride. Leather daddies were the ones chasing away cops when they tried to arrest us for being queer in public back when Pride Parades were illegal in the US. They are still the ones chasing away cops and corporations from smaller pride events and those that aren’t sanctioned by Wells Fargo. The leather community is essential to the queer community and has a long and rich history.
Please fuck off if you’re not going to learn the actual history of pride.
And don’t fucking out your hate in our tags, asshole.
The leather pride flag represents an expression of self which is inherently queer, and a community which has been around for generations. It is not offensive to the LGBT+ community in any way. I have seen cis gay and bisexual men standing shoulder-to-shoulder with trans men, all of them united by their leather community roots. The leather community is more diverse and nuanced than you perhaps know, but that is no reason for you to shit on a community you don’t understand.
Here is a photograph from 1998, displaying the leather pride flag, the bear gay pride flag, and the rainbow flag. This is our history.
Source.
Here is a photograph from 1987: three queer women entering into the Ms. National Leather Association Contest, or simply gathering as spectators.
Source.
A flyer from 1989, rallying the leather community to march in a Stonewall anniversary protest.
Source.
A photograph from 1988: Tony Deblase, the creator of the leather pride flag, and a gay man, embracing a fellow member of the leather community. Over his shoulder is Judy Tallwing McCarthy, a Native American woman who was part of the leather community from 1959. She co-founded the first lesbian BDSM group in Portland, along with her partner, Sashie Hyatt.
Source. Source.
Just because you don’t know the history, doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Be humble, and always assume you have more to learn. Hatred, and outright dismissal of communities you know nothing about, is the most aggressively anti-LGBT thing I can imagine.
The leather community has always included trans people, lesbians, gay men, and bisexuals. The leather community is global and nuanced. The leather community is where many of us encounter our found families, and our lovers. For you to dismiss that is cold-hearted and ignorant. Just because queer sex is involved, doesn’t make the community dirty or bad.
I’m again fucking begging the baby gays to read/watch/listen to How To Survive A Plague.
Do you have any. Any idea. Any god damn clue. How kink intersects with LGBT and queer community. Queer history. Do you know why the community pushed for, and against, closing the bathhouses during the 80s? Do you know who organized awareness campaigns about HIV, even way back when it was still called GIRD. Do you know who created the safe sex pamphlets, the classes, who pushed for disclosing your health history to partners, who distributed contraceptives and condoms and dental dams at parties and meetings and baths? Do you even know where the safe sex education we have now comes from? Do you know where a bulk of the language about consent came from? Do you have any good god damn idea what the kink communities have done for us, and continue to do for us?
Keep their names out of your mouths because you clearly don’t know what the hell you’re talking about
If there is one thing I could say to young queer folks, especially young queer folks in the U.S. who are coming of age in a world that is more accepting than the one I knew growing up, it’s this:
Don’t be so quick to sanitize your queerness and make it corporate pride daytime TV-friendly. Don’t be so quick to jump on the purity bandwagon. Don’t be so quick to speak on what your community should look like before you’ve actually learned the history of your community, and always be aware that there are things you probably don’t yet know.
These things will not protect you. They never have. And all you’re doing is isolating yourself from community, from support, from the strength we all have when we stand together in a world that would gladly pick us off one by one.
Queerness isn’t as hidden or embattled now (in some places) as it once was, but make no mistake: when our existence was illegal everywhere the people you have this knee-jerk “hide the weirdos” reaction to are the very ones who would’ve had your back against the cops and the gay-bashers.
The people who made me feel safe to come out in my 20s flew the rubber and leather flags alongside the rainbow flag and often the trans flag as well. You don’t get to tell any of them they don’t belong anymore just because you don’t understand.
deleting all my dating apps because i want to find love the old-fashioned way (i get isekai’d into my favourite webnovel while i’m on the subway and then the protagonist mistakes me for a prophet and throws me off a bridge)
I find it fascinating that people who choose not to have children are generally assumed to feel really strongly about not having children (or even to feel really strongly against children, anyone’s children, in general). I am probably not going to have children, not because I REALLY REALLY HATE the idea of having children, but because I don’t really really love it. Out of all the major decisions I will make in my life, this one is the only irreversible one. I can sell a house, quit a job, divorce a spouse, whatever. I cannot unhave a child. I cannot opt out of being a parent once I become a parent. I can’t even take a step back for the sake of self-care or whatever, or else my child will suffer.
So for me, having children is fuck yes or not at all. The default will be to remain childfree. Having children should be an opt-in decision, not an opt-out one. Until/unless I develop really strong feelings about wanting to have children, I won’t have them, even if that means I never end up having them at all.
incel idia: just saw mc talking to another guy... when i tell you all women are the same 😠😠😠😠❗❗❗❗
Oh my God, yes...
Idia is just so fucking bitter. Of course she walks around the school like that, in that tiny skirt of hers. She knows what she's doing, (y/n) knows damn well that she is nothing more than eye candy to the school population. I mean c'mon, one girl in a school for boys? It's as if a bad hentai just came to life right in front of him!
He hates how often she talks to other guys too. Always playing the sweet, innocent angel, the one that everyone just adores! She is obviously doing this for the attention, why else would she waste her precious time with those silly first years? Their lustful gazes are nothing compared to Idia's, good grief. He wants to slap her so hard and put her in her place. She deserves to be on her knees preferably in his own bedroom though.
What? He didn't say anything, stop looking at him like that!
Idia is also so sure that somewhere online, (y/n) has posted some provocative pictures of herself. He'll spend countless hours searching for them and if he finds them you can bet that he will enjoy them very much... It's also sweet blackmail material, not gonna lie!❤
However, if he doesn't find something you can bet that he will make them happen. It's not that hard to break into Ramshackle dorm and place a few dozen cameras all over the place... She would be under Idia's watchful eye all day, every day.
And Great Seven, does she always put on a show for him.
Chore Scorpion: I come from the toughest meanest place you can imagine. I want to be gentle, I want to die gently, but It seems that when life gets hard I have to get harder to match.
The stern look in his eye hardly matched with the delicate touch of his warm hand, lanky fingers were soon entangled into the soft fabric of your shirt, your shoulder left alone and all his to claim. Your skin was softer, he thought to himself. Prettier too. But, he wasn't going to say it out loud.
Your mind was lost elsewhere as you overlooked at the city scenery beneath you, illuminated by the bright full moon that was hung up high in the sky. The atmosphere around the two of you was tranquil, maybe even a little romantic thanks to Diramuid's secret little attempts. He didn't like seeing you getting worked up over the things that he was supposed to worry about, it was his main duty to protect you and keep you safe, happy too. It was comforting to him to see you smile and hear you laugh. It made him feel just a little bit more alive, as silly as it sounded. He was ready to steal a star from the heavens themselves if you so gave him the command.
cannot believe twitter libs are whining that protesting outside Kavanaugh's house is iNcOnSiDeRaTe To HiS nEiGhBoRs. if you live nextdoor to Brett fucking Kavanaugh and you're not shitting on his porch or at least throwing eggs at his house every day you're wasting your life.
