and yet some people follow me

sorry for the birthday spam! im not able to tag asks on mobile unfortunately, so apologies for that!

anyways id like to say a big big thank you to everybody who wished me a happy birthday and to all my friends who make this a special day for me, i am so so grateful and thankful that i have u all by my side

id also like to tag some ppl on here in particular who i love with my entire life and yknow if u arent following them yet, check them out! they are all great people and im just so happy i got to meet them in this life!! ❤️❤️❤️
@planced @dicksoutforvoltron @cryopods @frukyou/ @akeithinshiningarmor @flusteredkeith @marmoraskeith @stargazershiro @pining-keith

I was tagged by this sweetheart -> @galifreyas ! Thank you for tagging me!

Rules: You answer these questions and tag some of your followers/mutual that you’d like to get to know better.

First Name: Kinsey
Nicknames: Kins or Susie-Q (This one is a mystery to me)
Zodiac: Cancer
Sexual Orientation: Pan/Bi, whichever you prefer to call it. I just like people when I like them.
Favorite Fruit(s): Mangos, oranges, BERRIES, nectarines, and tomatoes
Favorite Season: Late fall & Winter
Favorite Flower: Tbh, I really don’t like flowers. My nose is painfully sensitive to fragrance.
Favorite Animal: Elephants, capybaras, and jellyfish
Coffee, Tea, Cocoa: Coffee please.
Cats or Dogs: I love them both.
Favorite Song: Not a specific song, but I love the Spirited Away OST with all my heart.
Dream Trip:  Multiple locations in Japan, Africa (particularly the Ngorongoro Crater), and Sweden.
Number of Followers: 25 more than I deserve.
(´ ꒳ ` ✿)

No pressure to do this and I do apologize if being tagged by a random person is off putting!

I’ll tag: @reyesvdal , @kadan-alenko , @omegastation , @amadarav , and @bisexualcaptainkirk

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please help me find Bootsie

so uhh I rly rly hate to have to reblog this again, but Bootsie has gotten outside again, and he’s been gone for nearly a month (as of reblogging this again, 6/11/17). we live on a pretty busy street, but he was more likely to have run off toward the houses and back roads whenever he got out before. im really worried, but at this point if something happened i’d rather just have some peace of mind.

he was wearing a red spiked collar last we saw him, so hopefully people would know he wasnt a feral cat, but ran off.)unfortunately we hadn’t gotten him a tag yet. (the one we had actually came in a few days after he ran off)

so if any of my followers know anyone in or around Norton, Massachusetts, has any information, PLEASE contact me here, or on my sideblog @tunnelsaints​.

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Drew ♡ Akko

 Only one episode and I’m already enjoying the chemistry between these two. XD

It’s definitely following some traditional standards of shoujo-esque couples, while adding in a few non-traditional ones to make things a little more interesting.

anonymous asked:

I get where you're coming from with the "Shiro is Keith's uncle" theory, but Ryou (Shiro's actual brother from Golion who later became Sven) is younger, and I doubt that they would flip that/create a new older brother character

Well, I mean, they’ve already changed so much of the old series that making Ryou the older brother would be a pretty minor change in comparison to some of the ones they’ve made like:

  • Shiro in black instead of blue
  • Lance in blue instead of red
  • Keith in red instead of black
  • Zarkon as the original black paladin
  • Keith as a dropout instead of a commander
  • Keith having Galra heritage
  • Pidge as a girl
  • Coran’s whole personality
  • Allura not having a lion (yet?)
  • Allura as a commander
  • The castle as a ship
  • etc. etc.

Aha I’m not banking too hard on the Uncle Shiro theory but considering the changes that have already been made, this isn’t really that big a stretch.

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SHE HAS A HOME!

EDIT: Sylvia has her forever home! Thank you to everyone who expressed interest!

I posted about Sylvia a couple days ago, going on and on about her fantastically sweet temperament. We thought we had a foster/adopter lined up, but that fell through so now she’s looking for a forever home! 

Joyce from ISWS rescue posted this about her:

Meet Sylvie, our newest foster dog! She’s not quite 3 yet, spayed, in good health, and seeking a happy forever home. She’s about 19 inches tall at the shoulder, so quite petite. Sylvie is a Silken Windhound, an American Sighthound breed. 

Sylvie wants to bond very strongly to someone. She’s social with adults and kids. She’s happy to live draped in someone’s lap, or following her person or people around everywhere. She’s a furniture snuggling human cuddling machine. She’s not right for a “no dogs on the furniture” household. 

She’s cautious, but not noisy or aggressive around new dogs and she prefers to avoid them. She would do fine as an only dog for a person or family who could be with her a lot, or with a person or family with a calm and steady dog or two. I’ve not seen her around cats or other small animals yet. She’s coping with my pack [7 silkens] ok, even though she seems to strongly prefer people. 

She’s very quiet, and good on a leash. She is an avid counter surfer, so needs some retraining on that account. At my house she’s like a little ghost, following me everywhere, sitting under my desk as I work. So our writer/artist/hermit friends, this may be a good fit for you!

I’ll add that she is very treat motivated (hence counter surfing), bright, and already spayed. While she’s cautious with new dogs, I’m confident that with the right exposure and a gentle hand, she can come out of her shell.

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ALRIGHT Y’ALL BUCKLE UP BECAUSE, THANKS TO THIS POST ABOUT LANCE, I JUST FOUND THE GREATEST PARALLEL OF ALL TIME

The post ends with the line “it takes a lot of courage to stand up to your friend and your hero like that.”

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Keith and Lance are Harry and Neville

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I was scrolling through some pretty dang fine art blogs, and I thought to myself.. wow. These are some amazingly talented people. some of them are younger than me that worked super hard, and some are older and more experienced. And then I thought, I can’t believe, little ol me, with my inexperience, has had such a good response from people? 

My drawings receive the usual “ cute! “ and “pretty!!” ( though mostly cute haha ;; ), but even then, my cute little drawings.. people actually enjoy my them??!! And it just touches my heart to know people, my followers, want to support me??? I have received amazing words of encouragement, and questions on how I do some things ( which I haven’t answered yet cause ahh I haven’t received a formal art education yet!! I don’t feel worthy to teach ;w; ) as well as very generous donations. I really don’t know how to thank you all enough for sticking around with me and watching me grow<3 

But yes, it was really on my heart to draw a little thank you ;w; sorry it’s not much;;!! But I have been showered by kindness and encouragement by you all, and I really can’t thank you enough<3 Thank you for making my art-sharing experience so pleasant<3 

dragon age inquisition sentence starter

“ Bad things should happen to bad people. " 
” Rich tits always try for more than they deserve “
" Whatever the truth is, that belief gives you power. ”
“ Can’t you see why I want nothing to do with that life? ”
“ I have seen the throne of the gods, and it was empty. ”
“ I will not suffer even an unknowing rival. You must die! ”
“ Tell me… where is your Maker now? Call him, call down his wrath upon me! You cannot. For he does not exist! ”
“ Common ground is the start of all negotiations. ”
“ Though darkness closes, I am shielded by flame. ”
“ It spoke of judgement instead of acceptance. It should encourage the good in everyone, rather than rebuke us for our sins. No one should be turned away from our doors. No one is without worth. Whoever you are, whatever your mistakes, you are loved. Unconditionally. ”
“ If we’re going to change it, why not change the whole thing? ”
“ I’ve known mages. Some of them were better people than me. And yet I’m free and they’re not. It’s not right. ”
“ Sometimes you have to figure out for yourself what the pledge to protect others really means. ”
“ You are who you choose to follow. ”
“ Took me years to understand what he meant. ”
“ But wars are won by men. ”
“ You inspire them. ”
“ Build on that foundation, and you will have an army that makes nations tremble. ”
“ We all need to believe there are such men in the world. ”
“ I needed to believe I could be one of them. ”
“ We could make the world better. ”
“ It’s just easier to shut our eyes. ”
“ It’s not right… to want to do good, to be good, and have that turned against you. ”
“ At this moment, you are the only threat I see. ”
“ How seldom does reality match the ideal. ”
“ We must do so with open hearts and open hands. ”
“ I see what must be done, and I do it! I see no point in running around in circles like a dog chasing its tail. ”
“ At some point, power becomes its own master. ”
“ They will stand in the fire and complain that it is hot. " 
" I want to help. ”
“ I used to be like you. I’m not anymore. You shouldn’t be either. ”
“ They forgot about him. ”
“ I came through to help… and I couldn’t. ”
“ Isn’t it wonderful? ”
“ Living a lie… it festers inside you, like poison. You have to fight for what’s in your heart. ”
“ It’s my duty to stand with you. ”
“ I’m here to set things right. Also? To look dashing. That part’s less difficult. ”
“ We’re a lot more fragile than we’d like to believe. ”
“ Life isn’t about personal freedom. ”
“ People don’t always tell the truth when you’re polite. ”
“ We pick the ones willing to make the hard decisions… and live with the consequences. ”
“ Every great war has its heroes. I’m just curious what kind you’ll be. ”
“ No real god need prove himself. Anyone who tries is mad or lying. ”
“ I would not trade it for anything. ”
“ I hope there’s a damn good punchline coming. ”
“ The truly great ones can keep their distance. They don’t get attached to their people. ”
“ I always wind up babysitting my informants and worrying about their families. ”
“  Heroes are everywhere. I’ve seen that.”
“ That’s beyond heroes. We’re going to need a miracle. ”
“ For those who value survival, sentimentality is not an option. ”
“ I’m never truly out of my element. ”

anonymous asked:

yo man, you dont have to reply to this, but i see whats been happening to you, and its really worrying to see a 14 yr old get fucked up with all this shit. my suggestion if you want, go make another blog. tell only your closet friends, and leave this one. seeing you like this really makes me want to do something, you deserve none of this bs. i hope you can get through this. goodluck sa school btw. -Dante

i’ve actually been thinking on doing that for the past few months. i’m just scared that some of those toxic people(be it following me or not) find me again. or that my art will be reposted/traced/sold w/o permission/etc. i don’t know what will happen if and when i do that and it scares me and that’s why i haven’t done it yet.

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follower appreciation - make me choose: anonymous asked “volume 1” or “volume 4”

“believe me when i say, i know it can feel impossible, like every single day is a struggle against some unstoppable monster we can never hope to beat. but we have to try, if not for us, then for the people we’ve already— then for the people we haven’t lost yet.” 

R: Yes, I’m aware that it’s on. I just had to finish something up real quick.

R: I…realize that it’s been a while, and I’m sorry about that. But I’ve been a little busy.

R: If you direct your attention below my eyeballs, you’ll notice a lack of bags. I’ve been getting back on top of my sleep.

R:

R: Well. Joly made me go talk to a doctor. That isn’t him or Combeferre, thankfully. 

R: Guess who’s an insomniac? It’s me! So I got some pills…that require I cut back on my drinking. Which blows. But, on the bright side of things, Enjolras noticed and gave me a hug.

R: He doesn’t really do physicality with me, so…I’m not gonna lie, it kind of made the whole thing worth it. The whole…trying not to be awful thing.

R: Éponine reminds me to take my meds. I have a good support group…it’s nice, actually.

R: Anyway, there’s big plans for today. The rally is here. Finally.

R: It’s about and all that, so I have to change shirts once I’m done painting, but then we’re gonna head over to the park and try to… I dunno, change the world, I guess. 

R: And after that…I’m going to ask Enj to come onto the blog.

R: I am scared shitless.

R: And I don’t necessarily want to tell him how I feel about him, but…I want to talk to him. I’m ready to talk to him. I need to talk to him.

R: So um…yeah. Let’s do it, I guess.

R: Don’t worry. We’ll do it together. If you guys haven’t lost interest in me yet.

Sourdough Bread Starter

Since a lot of people were interested in my sourdough bread shenanigans, I thought I would teach you guys how to make your own starter. It’s going to take a few days to get going, and I still need more in the works pictures before the actual post, so I’m giving you this info now.

Why do I need a starter? I have powdered yeast at home.

Because that is the difference that makes sourdough bread unique! The yeast granules you get at the store were developed more military use in WWII, for rations for the soldiers, then sometime in the 1970s is when instant yeast was discovered. These yeasts work very, very quickly in comparison to wild yeast, which is why so many people prefer them now. The downside to this is, the yeast doesn’t get a chance to break down the grains as well, which means you aren’t getting all of the nutrients, and if you’re like me you can have a hard time digesting wheat. If you think you might be gluten intolerant because bread and wheat products are tough on your digestive system, it may be the wheat itself and sourdough might work for you. Just another possibility for you to look into. :)

Wild yeast takes several hours to rise, so making bread is an all day event. That being said, it’s more like, you do something, then leave it alone for 3 hours. Flip it a few times every 30 minutes for 3 hours, then let it sit for 4 more hours. That sort of stuff. This also means no hard kneading, since the gluten has time to develop on its own during the rise. (As a spoonie I cried of joy.) The fermentation from the yeast’s waste is what gives the bread the sour taste, and lets the grain develop all sorts of deep flavors.

Now that you know why, let’s get to how!

You’ll need

-a glass jar,
-some flour (I use unbleached all purpose and whole wheat, there’s others you can use, but all purpose is the least finicky) 
-distilled water (you can use your tap, but if it’s having trouble switch, sometimes there’s minerals in water that mess with the yeast).

Do not use any metal utensils on the yeast until it’s started up. Wood or plastic only. After it’s strong the metal won’t be a problem.

Day 1

In your jar, mix together 4 ounces in weight of both water and flour. This comes out to about ¾ cup all purpose flour, and ½ cup of water. It doesn’t have to be exact. What you are going for is like a thickish pancake batter. If you’re using a whole grain you’ll need to use a closer ration of flour/water since it absorbs more. Depending on the humidity of your kitchen, you could need to adjust as well. My advice is you add a little bit of flour at a time, instead of dumping it all in at once. Cover loosely, enough to keep dust & bugs out but open enough for it to breathe. A flour sack towel is good, or you can use one of those sandwich bags over the top of the jar. Store somewhere with a consistent temp between 60-78 ish Fahrenheit. 70-75 is ideal, but my house is always colder. Don’t let it get put by the oven when it’s on, or you risk the chance of killing it 

Day 2

Pull down your jar. You might already start to see some bubbles, and this is good! That’s the yeast eating. It’s fine if you don’t see any activity yet though. I suppose now is the time is to tell you that not to be concerned about any icky bacteria - the yeast keeps the mix too acidic for anything nasty to grow. You’ll want to vigorously mix in the same amounts of flour and water as you did yesterday, then recover it, and put it back in the spot you found for it.

Day 3

Check you starter, it should have bubbles all along the surface by now, and it should seem bigger than what it was when you put it up yesterday. It’s going to smell sour and musty as well (Mine was almost like a weird fruity smell for awhile!). Add in the same proportions of flour to water as you have before, you’ll probably hear little bubbles popping and smacking while you vigorously stir. Cover it, put it back in it’s place.

Day 4

The starter should be very bubbly, and will have doubled in volume (or, you’ll evidence on the sides of the jar that it grew and then deflated). If you stir it, it’s going to feel loose, and it’ll smell yeasty. Add the same proportions of flour and water as before. Stir until smooth, it’ll look silky. It honestly reminds me so much of the fake slime some people use for stimming? Cover it, put it up until tomorrow.

Day 5

Check the starter - if it’s entirely webbed with bubbles, smells acidy, yeasty, and “fresh”. It’s safe to taste - which it should be sour. If it all looks good, congratulations! Your starter is ripe and ready to make a leaven with. Those instructions will come in a further post. If you see activity, but it doesn’t seem done yet, continue with the maintenance instructions that will follow daily. If there is no activity at all something is wrong and you will need to troubleshoot and start over entirely.

Maintenance Instructions:

At this point the starter is too large too effectively feed anymore, so you’ll need to use or throw away half of the batter. Save half, then feed with the proportions you established when you started it. Do this daily for as long as the starter is on the counter.

If the starter is established, but it’s going to be awhile before you bake, place in the refrigerator and feed weekly. You’ll want to remove it 2-3 days before baking and follow daily maintenance directions.

Note: If at any point your start develops a dark liquid on top, don’t freak out! This is called hooch, and it is alcohol waste leftover from the yeast feeding. It just means your starter is hungry and needs to be fed more often, or you need to reduce the batter more before feeding. Poor off the liquid if there’s a ton, then feed.

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Obviously this makes a lot of starter, and with you only needing about ¼ cup for two loaves of bread, it can seem wasteful. The good thing, is that you can use the starter batter mixed into any pancake or muffin dough, you just won’t need leavener (baking soda/powder). I also plan to write posts with alternative recipe ideas. Last night I prepped cinnamon rolls with extra starter and let them rise overnight. Baked them in the morning and they’re amazzzzzing. I’m going to have plenty for other experiments. Also, if a friend or family member wants a starter, just give them your extra starter in a jar with some feeding directions. :)

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As far as the magick side of it, there’s a whole lot you can do as a kitchen witch during all steps of these processes. As someone who talks to her houseplants I found myself treating the starter like a little pet and being affectionate towards it. My first loaf was picture perfect, and I’d like to think this might have been why. ;)

When we get to the bread, I’ll explain how to enchant the bread with a specific purpose when you make it. As far as the starter is concerned, I would do something generic if anything since you’ll be (theoretically) growing this one specimen your whole life. I focused on strength and health of the starter itself, to make sure that it could make wonderful bread.

shellynikohara  asked:

Hey may I am you something? How does someone get noticed and popular like you? I've been trying a lot but nothing seems to ever work. My art never gets noticed and I'm starting to get desperate. Please tell me how to get noticed!

Okay from what I have noticed a lot of people get popular on youtube or tumblr by doing the following: 

A. Appealing to children. Yall are gonna dislike this one, but the majority of people who have time to be involved fans of things are underage. Typically around 12-14. The majority of my audience probably falls in this range, and as such I tend to tailor my content towards that. AKA I do a lot of ship videos, since 12-14 year old fans like to squeal over them, and I do a lot of edgy shit, since 12-14 year olds are typically pretty edgy. 

B. Consistent storyline/schedule. You’ll notice that the videos of mine that have the most views are parts of a series. Ask blogs also tend to do well if they have a set schedule and update very frequently, honestly you don’t even need to be that good. Like I’ve seen a lot of people who I’ve honestly thought are not that talented get extremely popular because they do really popular fan comics and update a lot. Same goes for undertale comic dubs. I’ve seen a lot of people who are bad at making videos and bad at acting in general thrive because they chose a series no one else had seen and stuck to it. That brings me to the third thing actually

C. Do things no one has seen yet. You’re not going to get popular by releasing worse versions of things people have already done. This applies moreso to youtube I think, getting to the series first is a BIG part of getting popular if you’re not a very well known youtuber. Like I’m gonna hear some of you say “buT YOU DO SERIES PEOPLE HAVE ALREADY DONE WHY AREN”T YOU FOLLOWING YOUR OWN ADVICE” well let me counter that. I currently have around 240000 subscribers, so most of the views we bring in now are directly linked to the popularity of our channel, and not necessarily the comic itself anymore. Don’t get me wrong, the comic is a huge part, but we are a pretty huge channel. However, I got popular due to underline, there’s really not much denying that. I loved the series, and I still am fully indebt to the creators for being such amazing people, because they truly got me to the place I am now. This is because everyone had done underline part 1, but no one had continued it. I did, and that alone got me around 20k subscribers. 

D. Actively try to improve. It honestly doesn’t matter if you start out weakly, or if you don’t really know what you’re doing or how to do it. Take a look at my first videos, they were AWFUL. Everyone starts out not really knowing what they’re doing. Don’t let that deter you from actively trying to become better. And remember, the best way to do that is practice. Sure you’ll get some haters in the beginning, but try not to let that affect you and push forward, I promise you its worth it! 

E. Sometimes there isn’t a secret to success/Focus on your own work. Sometimes people will just like something that you think is absolute trash, and you’ll ask yourself ‘how on earth did they get popular??’ but the internet is a weird place, and people can just spontaneously become popular sometimes. If their art/content has worth to someone, you can’t deny that. And because of that, I recommend not getting super invested in that and being like ‘THIS PERSON IS POPULAR BUT IM NOT???? THEYRE GARBAGE THO? I QUIT’ like just try to focus on your own work and don’t get too caught up in other popular blogs/content if you dont have a similar format. If you do however, I actually recommend keeping an eye on them and see what they do, since it can be really fun to do some crossovers or possibly get to know them.

F. Make friends. that one’s pretty self explanatory. 

ANYWAYS this was my very long and very indepth guide to my “secrets to success”, although the important thing is to not get too caught up in this kinda stuff and just have fun making your content. I wish you all luck~ 

also the only reason I really gave such an indepth answer is a lot of yall have been asking me similar questions, so I thought it would be nice to sit down and fully explain. 

Message In A Bottle

Request: based off the song I Don’t Even Know Your Name

a/n: hello!! hi! so sorry i’ve been a little mia! i want to make these requests as good as i can get them so, in turn, they take a while to get up!! i’ve also bee super busy with school! so i hope you enjoy this cute little one and let me know what you thought about it🤗🤗

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Your name: submit What is this?

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           “Katherine, was it really necessary to come this early?” You looked over at your friend, among the few other girls who thought it’d be a good idea to come line up outside of the venue early. 

           Katherine nodded her head vigorously and looked at you as if you’d just offended her, “Since we’re on the floor, we have general admission, and we have to be towards the front.”

           You rolled your eyes but nodded anyway.  Katherine had gotten tickets to see Shawn Mendes in concert.  You thought his music was catchy and liked it a lot, but Katherine was more of a fanatic when it came to him.  She had come over to your house the night before to make sure you had an outfit to wear because, as she said, “you never know what might happen, you could sweep him off his feet.”

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i swear im working on those su redesigns but rewriting shows is fun too so. garnet addition.

-make garnet Main Mom instead of pearl. shes even good with babies despite them not fucking existing where she comes from. shes a good mom
-garnets mentioned literally one time and then never again that she feels pressured to stay strong for the entire team. garnet has been put into a position as the leader of a losing rebellion and a parent to someone that isn’t ever her species. she probably feels like she has no room for mistakes and that rose should be here for steven (even tho thats impossible).
-actually calls pearl out every time shes being fucky. im not asking for a total chewing out here but it’d be nice if at least one of these grown alien adults were like “could you stop. we dont treat people like this”
-i dont want to focus as much on ruby and sapphire as much as crewniverse but there needs to be some kind of mention of ruby’s entire “who cares about me” mentality. maybe she feels like she isnt an individual when she isnt garnet because theres tons of rubies but (assumably) only one garnet.
-garnet gets to roast holly blue instead of pearl having yet another Sassy Confident Woman moment before she has yet another breakdown about how not confident she is.
-garnet also punches holly with her metal glove instead of her tiny fist and it’s followed by a for real thwack instead of a squeak noise. gruesome.

Jessica’s Follow Forever: The 7000 Edition

In honor of hitting 7000 followers (wow!), I thought I’d do an updated Follow Forever to show some love and appreciation for all of you and how much you mean to me! I’m pretty picky about who I follow because I want my dash to be a positive place. I’ll try not to forget anyone and, if you know someone I should be following but I’m not yet, give me a shout! I’m always up for following more writers and Harry lovers! <3

So, without further ado…a big THANK you to the following people for being amazing and awesome and talented and just generally fun to interact with.

Originally posted by umthatsliam


My mutuals whom I love and adore:

@geenalovesthelittlethings @trulymadlysydney @harry-styleswho @secret-rendezvous1d @jawllines @heart-attack-harry @permanentcross @honeymilkharry @ihavelovedyousince @horanandstylesaremyonlyreason @softharrysquad @iwanttowriteyou @cuddlyboyfriendstyles @harryandmesohappily @stylesunchained  @little-cherry-in-love @wdmsusie @chrissy22787 @blueeyedsoulme @harrysbunshun  @inkedferns @sing-me-a-song-harry @susiedoesstyles @tattoed-angel-harry @kellyh-stylesx @little-black-dress-24 @roseonhissleeve @bunkirkharry @whoopsharrystyles @thatfluffybabyduck @1989rosesxx @canistay-haz @aqua-harry @stylishmuser @dadshirtking @aboutalighthouse @harryspirate @thisoneforthemcurls @a-butterfly-on-his-tummy


Others who make my dash fantastic and wonderful:

@harryisart @herefortheharry @toasttostyles @adultfansofonedirection @sorrynotharry @juststyls @golfharry @harrysimpact @thereignofsoloharry @harrehmadness  @craicchapel @vinoharry @tigerthightat @harcld @harrythesun @harryqstyles @stylesmclovin @harrysvoice @hampsteadharry @stairwaytostyles @halsetto @harry-be-mine69 @solo-harry @soloharryenthusiast @thisdayin1dhistory  @herecomesharry @23hry @trustfulhaz @steponmestyles @hewrotemeasong @cuddlemusclestyles @inwhichitrytowritesomething @kasiwrites @shipwreckharold


Originally posted by ificouldflymp3

Hairgate aside, the DGHDA fandom is actually an incredibly problematic fandom.

  • It’s a small fandom, but it’s not that small, so despite everyone being super super nice it’s impossible to follow everyone and still keep up with my dash. This is incredibly disheartening.
  • There are so many amazing artists in this fandom, and they produce some of the best art I’ve ever seen, and yet I can’t reblog every piece I come across otherwise I’d end up flooding peoples dashes and I don’t want to be rude. It means liking instead of reblogging a lot of stuff I’d really like to reblog and this makes me really sad.
  • Likewise with writers. There are amazing writers in this fandom, but I only have so much free time so I can’t read everything. This breaks my heart.
  • The cast/crew are so utterly perfect and problem free I’m convinced they come from an alternate dimension. At some point that dimension is going to want them back and frankly that terrifies me.
  • It hasn’t happened yet, but at some point someone’s going to declare Farah’s jacket collection superior to Dirk’s jacket collection, or visversa, and the resulting war is going to be horrible.
  • When hairgate gets back to Max and we do end up with technicoloured hair Dirk, the fandom is bound to schism into opposing factions. I don’t want to start this prematurely, but I am definitely Team Blue.
Anti's Antic's (Pt.2) Dark's Darkness

Unspurprisingly, torture is not an easy thing to write.
Oh yeah, btw, There’s a torture scene. It gets pre spoopy.
This took a great deal of work, so please if you have any advice, comments or tips it would mean a great deal to me if you left some down below if you enjoy it. It keeps me motivated when people do that. Thank you <3
This was once again inspired and partially made for:

@ask-sadisticdark

@ask-psychoanti

If you haven’t followed them yet… honestly, what are you doing with your life? xD
<3 <3 <3 without further ado here is PART TWO:


Anti was still for a moment, his glitches coming to a halt as he needlessly breathed in and out. His eyes were the only thing that moved; darting around and looking for his opponent, Dark. What is he gonna show me…? Anti wondered briefly.
Then the struggle began… a tight cold hand clapped over Anti’s mouth and then another hand wrapped around the front of his abdomen. Dark’s pale fingers were like claws, urging him to stop struggling, to submit. It took a few extra seconds for Anti to process what was happening before he appeared somewhere else entirely. Dark released him for a moment, to let him soak in the environment and atmosphere.

The Persuasion room was a dark, dim, and damp-feeling place. It was lit only by the pair of fluorescent lights that hung tiredly from the ceiling suspended on thick coil-like wires. The walls were made entirely out of solid concrete as well as the floors, there didn’t appear to be a visible door anywhere in the room. Rusted drains were placed in the floor- situated around a chair that was rather horrifying in appearance. The chair was pushed back at an uncomfortable looking angle and the cushion was torn beyond repair. In addition, it was stained with blood and… the unknown. Draping from its sides were bloody chains that dangled down like dead things.

“Lovely Isn’T iT?” Dark asked, interrupting an observing Anti. Dark strode to the area behind the chair to regard it just as Anti was a few moments prior. He ran his pale fingers down the abused surface of the cushion. Screams of the damned echoed through his mind like sweet music, the animalistic nature of them brought him into a bliss-like state. He remembered them all. Every. Last. One.

And simply by imagining it, Dark was undone. He sighed shakily and a malicious grin flickered across his face to shadow it.

Anti stared at him for a moment and grinned back a bit tightly. He was less interested in whatever fantasy Dark was having and more interested in the layout and objects of the room. Anti knew he had been in Dark’s sick ‘Persuasion’ room before. It wasn’t a memory he wished to bring to the surface, and frankly it was a fuzzy one at that - one he had locked away for safe keeping never to be removed or revisited.

Anti’s exploration of the room was cut short by being forcefully teleported by Dark into the disgusting chair. Anti noticed the putrid scent of dried guts, mildew, and other moldy substances.

Anti only cackled up at Dark while he scrunched up his nose, Í̷̺͈š̷͔̓ ̸̜̂̿t̶̮̉̂h̷̯͆̔î̸̞͐͜s̸̰̍̓ ̷̨̠̋w̵͓͌h̷̺̓e̷̛̺r̶̖͖͐̍ḛ̵͍̅̚ ̷̨̱͛̚y̶͎͊ͅo̶͎̐̓u̷͔͈͝ ̸͙͑b̴̹͋̆r̵̛̩͒i̶̝̞͂ǹ̵̯̻g̷̼̣̅̒ ̷͇̄͗y̵̛̦ȏ̸͇u̸̼̤̎r̶̰̾ ̴̪́f̷̦̓ă̶͍̈́v̸̢̮͛ȯ̸̧ų̶̺̽r̵͉̱̈́į̷́ṯ̷̙̀e̴͖͘ ̸̀͘͜ğ̶̹̬ư̴̡̓e̵̬̗̾̔ś̴͚͉t̶͍̀͝ș̶͕̔?̶̹͛͆ ̷̥͠ͅÌ̵͓͂f̵͖͍̓ ̴͚̬̅͝s̴͕͘o̵̳̠̐ ̶̢̐̑Ȉ̷̻̎ ̶̥̭͒ŵ̷̱o̴̢͛͜u̶̪̇̀ľ̸̥̥d̶̝̆̑ ̸͔̇̆l̸̲̈́̀ǫ̴͙͑v̴̫͊e̴̼̬͑̕ ̵̻̌a̴̠͂ ̴͍̲͝t̴̩̒ͅo̵͎̩͝u̷̟͉͝͝r̴͎͛͑͜ Anti laughed, glitching out of the chair to wander the room a bit more. He stared at the walls, which were lined with tools and weapons of the various mediums of torture. However, he didn’t have much of a chance to admire them before Dark had shoved him back to the chair. Anti glitched out of the chair once more, snickering like it was a game of tag. Dark was unimpressed and sick of the game, and after quite a few back and forth attempts he discovered a solution. With a quick motion, Dark snatched a baseball bat off of the wall and made harsh contact with the side of Anti’s head.

Anti’s jaw broke at the impact, and he crumpled. Dark then teleported him back to the chair, slippery little bastard… Dark thought.
“pLEase ReMain Still… it is EnTirELy pointless to attempt tO esCaPE…” Dark snarled, and tightly clasped the restraints over Anti’s torso, legs, arms, and neck. “Ill jUst KeeP cOminG BaCK…”


A disoriented Anti struggled under the bonds weakly. He gritted his broken teeth, which were reattaching and regrowing by the second,
Ọ̸͎̈͂h̴̖̀͆ ̴̡͂͝ỵ̷̲̌o̶̹͒̅u̴̝̾'̸͔̆r̸̝̻͘͝e̴̯̽ ̶̭͇̓r̵̤̈́͆ě̵̥s̷͖̔t̷̢̂r̷͇̱̂â̷̧̳i̵̳̅ṉ̴̋̀í̶̝͈n̴̳̆͝g̸͕̔ ̶̢̅́m̵͖̻͆͋e̸̖͔͒,̶͔̖͆ ̶̜̺̆͋ń̸͉̃͜o̶̹͋w̸̬̾̕?̴͍͊ ̶͙̪̓͠H̷̹̓o̸̲̾̚w̷̤̿̈ ̶̗̟̇k̶͉͚̆i̵̛̝ṉ̴̅̈́k̸̥͒͐y̵̬̚ ̴͍̜̃́ọ̸̈́f̸͙͗̽ ̸͈͉̾̔y̵̖̒o̴͈͓̓̓u̷̠͗̿,̵̨̤́͘ ̶̗͍͑̒Ḓ̸̂á̷͎̏r̶̝̰̂k̶̯͓̊y̷̥̜͊͘.̵̻̥͝ He said, his voice garbled by the shattered pieces. 


“I could very well keep you here forever… and You CHOoSe to MOck mE?” Dark said through his teeth, his eyes darkened with every intake of breath. He couldn’t wait to make him suffer… in ways he’s never suffered before.
He spit, putting as much power into his gesture so that it would hit the chest of Dark’s ‘precious’ suit. He hit bulls-eye and laughed at his own job well done. The voices chimed in, echoing afterward like in a sitcom.


Dark’s face contorted in disgust and a gray cloth appeared in his hand, he brushed off the surface, flicking off the pieces of bone. “You coULd hAve LeFT A sTaiN yOU VulGAr litTLe..”
Dark didn’t finish his sentence instead, his hand clamped down hard over Anti’s throat in a second, crushing the vertebrae instantly. Anti’s eyes bulged… out of his control. Dark spoke, his hand tightening more and more, “You always fail to remember. Always fail to REaliZe… that I am very… very capable of harming you.”


Anti was unable to move, speak or even make a wheeze. Dark had not released it, thereby blocking its ability to heal. Dark stared into Anti’s eyes with a hungry menacing look, his mouth stretching into an unsettling smile. Dark clicked in the wrist cuffs around the shackles. And with concentration Dark was able to will it to block Anti’s glitching teleportation whilst holding his neck still. This was enacted through inputting third-dimensional rays into the metal. Which also was gifted with an x-ray within the metal; inhibiting his glitches. Dark’s hand let up now that there was no way for him to flee.


“Now, I’m going to make it very clear…. You will not be permitted to leave until I see fit. Try as you might you cannot escape- I have already put third-dimensional rays into your shackles. Can’t you see the effects of it have already begun? Your dREadful glitching has ceAsEd.” Dark derided, his expression humbling. “You see, the x-ray that pulsates from the cuffs at this very moment is at a high enough velocity that your form is too confused -and mangled… to properly complete your glitch.”


Anti squinted at him, his jaw tightening in disbelief. He tried to make himself glitch out of reach… but to no avail, “T̶̙̅͠h̸̫̚a̴̘͊͑t̵͕̐'̷͎̮̔͗s̵͉̊ ̵̩͝p̵̛̙͝r̵͔̅ê̴̟͠ẗ̴̗͔ẗ̸̰̲́ỳ̶͖̗ ̸̪͊͜c̴̦̩̆͐l̷̩̓ê̵̩͠v̶̻͐̚é̸̻r̷̢̜͋,̵͉́̅ ̸̞͈̒̀D̸͍͙̓̀a̴͔͝r̸̖̩̃k̸̠̄͘y̴̜͆” He wheezed, feeling his neck bone piecing itself back together bit by bit. The voices began to laugh and jeer along with him as he eyed Dark. Dark’s mouth turned down into an enraged scowl at the sound of it. It felt like he was being mocked, then again Anti could make anyone feel that way.


W̸̭̺͝e̵̙̿͋l̵͕̑̈l̴̖̏͒?̵̦̂̆ ̸̡̱̕͘S̸̢̾̏h̵̪̻̽͠o̴̡̅ẅ̶̨͖́ ̴̼͍̏m̸̨͔̚ȅ̵̬ ̴̥̘̈́͑ẅ̷̝́̾ḫ̷͒a̴͔̎̽t̶̪̞͌ ̷̥͂̓y̴̥͕͝ó̷̞u̸̗̾̈́'̶̪̝̿͛v̶̼͎̄̕ė̷̙̟ ̶̗͔̏͛g̷͓͙͑́ŏ̸̲͓̽t̸͒͜͝.̵̩̘̓ ̸͙͇̇̽N̵̟͑ͅô̶̲͜t̶̘̄ ̵̟̺̍ľ̶͜i̴̠̾k̷̛̺e̷͔͔͐ ̷̛͖̖Ĩ̷̼ ̴̧͔̇̃c̴̟͗a̵̧̹̿̊n̶͍̙̅'̴̦̃ẗ̶̛͈́ ̴̳̀ḧ̷̤̎e̴̙͘ä̶͓́l̸̳͍̽̌ ̸̛̱͂f̶͍͒̎r̶̲͉̕͝o̶͔͗m̴̘͌̚ ̷̨͍̏̃i̴͖̭̓́t̷̢̢̔.̴̘̝̓” He stated fearlessly. Anti may not like pain, but he knew he would just keep on recovering until Dark got his fill.


“You know…I find it funny… that you don’t remember…” Dark said, strangely calm and collected once more- as if he had never been angry to begin with. “I can cause you much more than physical pain.”
Anti’s eyes went wide, and if he had a heart-rate it would have increased. His jaw slacked open slightly, he tried to form words but visibly was struggling and confused.
Dark noticed this and his expression turned to one of delight, “What’s this? You were so talkative before, now you have not a thing to say? How absolutely predictable.” Dark was practically giggling with glee.
G̵͆̐͜o̸̖̐ ̷͇͝a̸̰͌̌h̷̹̀̚ȅ̶̲ͅa̸̡͑͘d̶̥̤̀͊!̵̳͐́J̶͎̄ů̸͔͎ŝ̸͚ţ̵̕ ̶̹̓̎t̶͌̌ p̸͇̣̈́̑u̶̫̇̏n̵̖̲̏̕c̶̙͇͆̈́ḣ̵͔́ ̷͖̟͂m̸̼̽̈è̵̠͍ t̶͕͌̌ḣ̵̭̉e̴͖̘͂n̴̗͌͆ y̸̢͔͛ơ̴̜͙͠ú̶͌ͅ ̷̩͂͝b̶̡̺̓î̸̭͐͜g̴͉͊ ̶̣̪͑͝p̶̠̞̌u̷̥̥͑̉s̴͎̓̆š̶̞̒y̴̖̭͒̅.̶͕͉͊!! Anti suddenly yelled, making a face to further cover his inner most anxieties brimming the surface. The memory made it’s comeback for an instant. Anti knew that if he coundn’t keep it contained… It would spill over and if it did… it would bring an emotion with it. One that Anti knew he would be unable to contain. He wouldn’t… couldn’t think about it.
Dark picked up the bat, running a hand down it as he looked at the dangerous wires attached to the end, “Indeed…”

Y̸̟̑ȏ̷̢̼ů̷̱ ̸̳̗̀s̷̠̠̚u̷͙̔͛r̸͈̉e̵͈̻̾ ̵̼͝l̴̪̗̇̅i̸̻͐̓ͅk̷͎͕͗̕è̸̬̕ ̵̣̌̄t̵̢͓̓o̸̘̙͆̈́ ̸̡͎̈́͘s̷̝̟̚͝t̵͉̗͒r̷̪͗o̷͇̣̿̋ḳ̷̘͆̋e̸̯̻̐̃ ̶̠̲̓s̷̤͋̎t̶̨͔́u̸̗͙͐f̵̧͘̕f̵̾̋͜ͅ.̴̣̹́̍ Anti observed, his goal to rile up Dark until he exploded.

Dark’s 3-D effect increased at mind-boggling proportions as he cracked his neck once on each side. Dark then gripped the base of the bat and lifted it up to- “How could I have forgotten?” Dark asked himself aloud and set the bat down on a metal tray for the time being. He then pulled off a dreadful device from the wall. It consisted of a simple leather based belt-strap with a sharp, long metal protrusion laced at the middle, “Do you know what ThiS is?” He asked, but didn’t wait for a response. “A medieval torture devices, one of my favourites. The Heretic’s Fork. Why don’t you try it on?”

N̸̞̄ȏ̸̺͚t̵̟͍̓̕ ̶̡̊l̵̲̲̑͛i̷̹̋̃ḱ̶̠̟́e̸̻͊͝ ̵̻͍̈́Í̶̲̱ ̷̘̊͠ḧ̴̯́ǎ̷͎̾v̷̨͗é̴̦ ̵̗̋̅a̷͎͌̽ ̶̢̞̿c̶͙̈́̓h̵̺̑ô̴̳͕i̴̻̼͒̈c̴͇̏ê̵̜̭̆,̸͈̑̚ ̴̰̟͑d̶͈͊o̵͓̙̊̾ ̵͉̋̉I̴̬̩̓̈?̶̫̗͆ Anti barked, glaring sharply at him.

“Rightly so.” Dark responded with a smirk, placing the sharp edges of the Heretic’s fork between Anti’s chest and neck. Anti gave him a dirty look that shared he would not go down easily.

With a forceful push inwards they pierced the skin, and Anti threw his head backward, thrashing about in his restraints- he was careful not to make a sound by biting down hard on his own tongue. The sword protrusion dislodged at his quick movements and Dark made a grunt of annoyance; thrusting the object to stab back into Anti’s neck and upper chest. Anti cried out involuntarily, his back arching as if on puppet strings. 

Dark shook his head at him in disapproval, “Would you please stop writhing? You’ll only cause more pAin to yoUrseLF if you dOn’t.” Dark advised, and buckled the strap tightly around the back of Anti’s neck. He pulled it into the tightest notch, reveling in the sounds of discomfort made by Anti.
Once it was placed on, Anti had no way of moving his head or chest without further harming himself. The pain was stifling at first, but Anti bit his tongue,
Ỉ̷̟͝ṯ̵̡̕'̶̹̿s̵̆͒͜ ̸̛̗͒s̷̘̎̒ŏ̸̗ ̶̨̯́̃p̴͈̎̋ṟ̸̄̾e̸̖̖̔t̷̯̾t̵͇̺͋̅ÿ̴̦́̾o̸̹͠n̴̘̬͂́ ̵̻̉̽m̸͈͝ḙ̸̕ he tittered dryly. Anti then narrowed his focus back to observing Dark’s next move.

Dark returned to the bat and lifted it up with a strong two-handed grasp. He brought down the first blow against Anti’s right arm; shattering the bone in three. It caused the fork to delve deeper into his chest and neck. Anti groaned; the pain came all at once and he had barely any time to react further when the second blow hit. This time Dark’s bat hit his chest.. and broke at least two ribs.

“I find it delightful how helpless you are.” Dark said, lifting up the bat to strike twice more. Anti stopped wincing, but his sounds of pain could not be withheld anymore. He couldn’t not give Dark what he wanted… He couldn’t turn his head away from the image in front of him either. He was forced to endure it.

“It’s pathetic, really.” Dark murmured, leaning into his face with his wicked grin. Then Dark stood up straight again, walking with the bat back and forth in front of him. “You’ve always been an entirely useless waste of space.” He sighed, his eyes slit as he narrowed them at Anti. “It isn’t surprising that there are less who follow your endeavors than there are mine.”
Anti looked down at the concrete floor, set on ignoring him. He wondered why he wouldn’t just hit him again instead.

Dark was thoroughly aware of what he was doing. Even still, he knew that each of his words was a blow to the wall that Anti had so carefully built up over the years. Dark was perfectly fine with watching it crumble. Piece by piece. Until there was nothing left but begging and complete submission. Dark was set on teaching him manners, to never touch things that didn’t belong to him. To not be impulsive and ludicrous or juvenile. To teach him the true meaning of respect.

After all of the anger, berating and torture Dark had put Anti through. Anti was already losing composure, and it would only take a few more degrading sentences to tear him away.

“So unSTable… you put up a front of carelessness that those around you perceive as maDneSS. But it is you who pays for it… Isn’T It?” Dark barked out, demanding an answer. “Nod your hEad, hm?” Dark chuckled cruelly.
I̸̺̣̋ ̴̥̫͝c̵͚̋͘o̷̩͌͒u̴̗̔͝l̷̠͍̏̃d̴̫̆n̴̯̉'̵̼̎̑t̴̟̾̕ ̶̬̥̐n̷̯̏̊o̶̬͂̿d̵̪̤̀͆ ̴̠̬̋͆e̴̛͕̺̽v̵͈̏̚ȅ̶̦̺n̷͉̐ ̵̪̞̄̊ĩ̶̳̯f̶̘͇̈́ ̸̙̼́I̴̞̊ ̷̠̭̾w̵͕͍͛à̷̞͐n̵͕͔̾̈t̸̺͌e̸̛͓͛d̴̟̭͑̕ ̷̫̲̊͘t̷̳̺̽ö̴̝́ ̷͍̚Ḋ̴͖̟̅ȁ̵̗̃r̵̻̐k̵̬͑!̸͉͂̊ Anti bellowed in his face, he was going to hit his breaking point. He could see the ambient pulses behind his vision threatening to take him places he did not want to go to. Dark hit his side with the bat again, mercilessly shattering his bones repeatedly for another ten minutes. 

Anti was breathing hitchedly from the strain that all of the pain put on his muscles, his head was tilted back and his fingers were clenched into shaking fists. With eyes shut tight he felt himself haphazardly begin to come into place again. Only to have the healed bones broken once more.


Crack… snap. 


Again and again, bone after bone. Dark experimented with cutting limbs just to the very edge, causing Anti to scream shrilly, and recover just as quick and break into a weak grin. None of it was enough for Dark. He had to be harsher… crueler…
But then Anti had an idea, he gazed up at him with his grey glowing eyes surrounded by darkness
S̴̫͎͂-So̸͚̺̐̀ ̷̤͌w̶̮̖̓h̴̛̠̭a̷̮̽t̸̡̘́͒ ̵̭̞͊i̵͙͂f̸͙͙̿̔ ̵̪̤̀I̵̥̯̔̉ ̴̖͛̅p̷̮͖͝ủ̶͙̖ṯ̷͍̎̒ ̴̖̱̽ò̸͈̱ñ̸͈͘͜ ̸͚̃͗a̸͍̱͌͝ ̵̪̉f̵̡͒ȓ̵̰̱̓o̷̰̊̀n̵̢͓͌t̶͈̩͐.̵̧͍̈͝ ̷̝̄Ş̴͔̇͝ó̵̥͛ ̴͓̊̋ͅd̸̩̂͗͜õ̶̼͝ ̴͉̎̍ͅÿ̵̺́̚ő̴͔̇u̸̬͝.̸̲̾ Anti whispered between small grunts of pain.


Darks head snapped down at him unnaturally, “How sO?”


Y̸͎̆̓o̵̧͘u̸͖̦̓ ̵̧̏k̶͎̭̆n̵̖͑o̵̥͔̐w̷͕̄̀ ̵͎́ṫ̶̹h̵̏̍͜a̶͖͔͌t̵͙̋͆ ̴̙̍͋y̸̙͗̈́o̶̝̣̐͌u̸̡͝ȓ̷͓̗ ̴̫̘͊c̴̝̜̚r̸͔͎̎̽e̷͙̣̍à̶̬̙t̶̛͔͂o̸̩̥̓ř̸̨̼ ̶͋͗͜h̸̛̭̚ā̶͖̻t̶̏ͅe̵̫̔̓s̶̨̠̊ ̸͖͚̊͝y̴̹͠o̶̹̺̎͝ṷ̷̈́̔,̵̮̖̈́ ̸̨̑́a̵͔̓͐ń̸͔d̶͙̈͑ ̴͓̮̀t̷̟̃ḧ̶̹̞́̀a̸͓̎t̷̛̠̬̃ ̶͈̬̌̀n̶͈̈́͆o̶̟̥̐̂ ̸̱̝͝ơ̶̠̓ǹ̸̳̇e̴̦̋ ̵͖̓͐ä̵̭́̔ͅc̸̗͌t̶̛̠̜ȗ̴̟̯̑ȁ̴͕̖͛l̶̹̥͌l̸͕̼̆͂y̴̜̳̎͛ ̸͖̌̀l̴̪̩̉ỏ̴̦v̷̟͈͆̍ȇ̴̟̬̉s̶͍̃̕ ̶̡͍̈́y̴̳̒͌͜o̸̝̱͐ű̶̖̑.̷̬̇̕ ̷̡͎̈́S̵̳͌̓ỏ̸̧̞̕ ̶͖͙̓͘ȳ̷̠͕͂ö̵͙̫́̈́ṵ̸̟̅̑ ̸͓͊̆ḧ̸̙̭́i̶̥̯͂̕d̴̲̒͆e̶͉̓͛ ̷̳͚̆́i̴̖̫̅t̴̮̊͝…Anti responded, squinting as he pushed out word by word- hoping desperately that it would cause an outburst. But Dark remained still, and maintained eyecontact. Anti may have known his insecurity… but he was not clever enough in his state to make a decent blow.


“My creator may hate me, but my lovelies follow me for a purpose. I’ve had quite enough of your foolish GAmeS, Anti…” He growled. “You are the true ScUm of existence, and you are well aware of it too. You will never belong anywhere you go.” Dark stated plainly, his eyes half lidded as he stared down at him.
Then he continued with the beatings, shouting out various names at him. “You’re worTHeSs.” 


Another bat swing across the chest.


“Good for NoTHinG at aLL..”


One in the stomach.


“Degenerate and PoInTLesS…”


Back of the head.


Dark took a break to wipe down the bat that was dripping with a dark green blood-like substance and other fleshy pieces. He sighed and straightened his tie, relieved he had taken off his suit jacket earlier that day. It was getting messy.. he adored it. Yet hated it at the same time.
Anti’s head was downcast weakly on the Heretic’s fork, the repeated hitting made him impale himself through his chin, and his shoulders were moving quickly up and down as he made quick pained noises. He had entirely given up on struggling or cracking any jokes.

But Dark wasn’t finished.

“You see… in the end, it’s always you who pays the price. It’s always you who is the one singled out. It’s always you who ends up… alone.” Dark smacked Anti at the last word, hard across the face. The sharp protrusion of metal ripped up the bottom of his throat and chin with the brunt of the slap. Anti sputtered into coughs, breathing hard and fast despite not requiring use of his lungs.

Anti began to whimper, S̸̡̠̾-̴̺͙̽Ṣ̶̅̉ṯ̵̘̾o̵̦͇̒p̷̦͈̒͘.̸̨͎̀̄.̵̡̌̊.̴̝̉ͅ he stammered, holding back the urge to break down. He lifted his face up, rising slowly as the green substance gushed out from his neck. P̸-̶P̸l̴e̸a̷s̷e̴ ̸l̴-̵l̷e̸t̶ ̴m̵e̷ ̷g̴o̴.̸.̸.̵ He whimpered, a voice crack near the end of the sentence showing how much damage had been done. “D-Dark… please.”

Dark lowered his hand, not being able to help his surprise. He had done it. It was so easy… Anti was begging him to stop, saying his real name.

Anti was crying out, but this time…It wasn’t the pain that caused it… no… but the wave of emotions that uproared from what Dark had said.

Anti felt real pain, for the first time in a very long time. Mental pain that raked through his subconscious like a knife- sharp and unyielding. His defenses were relinquished by none other than his old friend- and now an enemy. Dark.
Dark did this.

The feeling of betrayal was short lived, simply put, the mental pain overpowered it. His eyes began to dart back and forth at nothing as his chest shuddered with the tell tale signs of a rattled sob. Anti could not establish what was real and what was not. He could not see what was in front of him. He feared he was losing control of everything.

His mind endlessly reeled over Dark’s words again and again, scattering any little organization his thought process had to begin with.


It’s always you â̴̤̞͈̜͍͙̩͖̝͑͐́̋̑̉̚l̵̨̟̪̙͒͝͠͠w̸̨̞̱̙̓̏̋͊͗̇͝a̷̙̺̪͖͛̎̂̎͜ȳ̴̨̮̟̦̱̮̪̂̃̔̋́͒̊̑̕s̶̛͇̪͇̝̼͍͖͛̇̎̐͠͠Always… â̴̤̞͈̜͍͙̩͖̝͑͐́̋̑̉̚l̵̨̟̪̙͒͝͠͠w̸̨̞̱̙̓̏̋͊͗̇͝a̷̙̺̪͖͛̎̂̎͜ȳ̴̨̮̟̦̱̮̪̂̃̔̋́͒̊̑̕s̶̛͇̪͇̝̼͍͖͛̇̎̐͠͠ â̴̤̞͈̜͍͙̩͖̝͑͐́̋̑̉̚l̵̨̟̪̙͒͝͠͠w̸̨̞̱̙̓̏̋͊͗̇͝a̷̙̺̪͖͛̎̂̎͜ȳ̴̨̮̟̦̱̮̪̂̃̔̋́͒̊̑̕s̶̛͇̪͇̝̼͍͖͛̇̎̐͠͠Always you…

Always you who ends…


You… you… you you who ends…

Who ends… who… ends up


Alone. A̶̛̭̪̜̳̣̪̲̞̼͈̗̲͙̼̹̳̿́̀̆͊́̍̑̌͆͑̚l̸͖̤͖͔͓͖̮̟̗͈̺͒̊̌͜͝ơ̸̲̅̊̒͊̾̑͒͗̐͘͝n̸̻͈̲͔̲͕̭̩̱̻̰͛̍̃̅̏̾̿̏͌̐͒͐̆̀͌́̅̑̉̀̓̅̽̂̀͒̆̄̃̅͋̅͛̈́͊̍̓̉͗͘͘̚̕͘͜͠͝͝ę̷̗̣̤͚͍͖͚͖̫̼̼̘̦͓̮̰̮̳̺̮̪͍̜̼̣̼̜̲̼̤̣̻͕͚̙͍̠̱̳͈̞̯̳̪̯̫̲̯͔̣́̾͌̓̐́̕͠ͅ 


Anti’s sight blurred again. He could see… now he was somewhere new. And when he was finally able to comprehend the scene before him…


He was already broken.