hiding alters

  • b99 hiding melissa fumero's pregnancy: aight okay this is chill... Amy wears pantsuits that we can alter to hide her belly, she carries huge bags, she loves doing paperwork which means she can sit behind her desk a lot... we got this y'all,, hey you know what why not throw an 'Amy Goes Undercover As A Pregnant Lady' plot in the mix for when she gets super pregnant we're so good at this you guys
  • b99 hiding chelsea peretti's pregnancy: um... you know what? maybe Gina can change up her fashion sense to baggy clothes. oh that doesn't work? okay. guess we can just make Gina pregnant. I mean sure pregnancy freaks her out but she's Gina Linetti. No one should presume to know her, not even us, the show that created her
  • b99 IF stephanie beatriz gets pregnant: okay you know what fuck this!! Rosa's clothes r basically a second layer of skin?? if skin were made out of black leather?? she stands up all the damn time too we can't hide this behind no desk!! plus we already did the undercover as pregnant lady thing with amy!! what we gon do if Rosa feels like beating someone up??? everyone will see the huge watermelon on her tum and JUST. why we doing this? we don't even get emmys for this crap
I feel like one thing the “queer is a slur” crowd overlooks...

…is that the word gay has been used so overwhelmingly as a pejorative, as a slur, that most children in the U.S. in the past several decades likely grew up learning “gay” as a word for bad, strange, or wrong before they fully understand that there are “gay” people, and that it’s not just a word with negative connotations.

Kids grow up hearing “That’s so gay!” said with such vehemence relating to topics that those same kids aren’t remotely educated about, and they just internalize that it’s bad. This is how you get elementary schoolers saying, “Mr. Hopkins gave us homework, he’s so gay,” and the same elementary schoolers grow up to be high schoolers and adults who say, “What? I don’t mean gay like gay people, I mean gay like stupid or bad.”

And some of them aren’t overt homophobes in any other way… but dang, you teach little kids that a word that describes a class of people means “bad” and “wrong” before they know those people exist, and that’s bound to shape the way they think about things, isn’t it?

And in contrast you get queer kids who start to put 2+2 together about what “gay” really means a little bit faster than the kids around them because they’re desperate for some information, some hints of meaning… but they’re also hearing the same lessons as everybody else, that gay=bad, gay=wrong, gay=undesirable, gay=something no one ones and no one should be, gay is the worst thing you can be.

In the small town I lived in and the school I went to, nobody ever hit me and called me queer. No one ever shouted “queer” from a moving car while I was walking home. No one ever threatened or inflicted violence on me with the word “queer” on their lips.

Gay, though? Yes. And variations on the f-slur, but gay itself was enough of an invective, enough of a pejorative, to the people flinging it.

“Gay” was the slur that cishet people threw at me as a form of violence, often in corollary with physical violence. “Queer” is a word that I learned online, from members of my community. My experience of the former word is as an attack, while the other was as a sanctuary and respite from that attack.

Now, I’m not a gay man, but a bisexual trans woman. I was still sorting that out at the time, but I doubt it would have made a difference to many of my tormenters if I’d been able to explain it properly.

So when “gay” is used as the happy-go-lucky umbrella for what I would personally call the queer community, gay with even its positive connotations strongly coded as male, I’m not just being misgendered/swept under a default label of male along with a lot of other women and non-binary folks, I’m being forced to accept a label that I never sought, one that is definitely used as a pejorative and a slur, and a slur that was specifically used as a weapon against me.

Both “gay” and “queer” have the same problematic histories and problematic presents. They have both been subject to reclamation efforts. To me, the difference is how those efforts are organized. 

“Gay” is an attempt to normalize, to assimilate, to take the elements of our community that are most palatable to the heteronormative homogeneous hegemony and emphasize them, making those elements even more palatable and altering or hiding the other elements of the community. 

“Gay” is like trying to get into an exclusive school that you fear is likely to reject you for prejudiced reasons, so you keep your nose clean, make sure you take all the right extracurriculars, polish your cover letter and personal essay, and try to make the right contacts with influential people on the inside… and if you have to hide some of your past activities, break ties with friends who are less presentable, and de-emphasize your family to make sure the admissions office doesn’t get the wrong idea about what you’d bring to their institution, well, it’ll be worth it, because that’s what you have to do get a, you know, fair shake.

“Queer” rejects that. Queer rejects homogeny, it does not demand that we sand down our rough edges or smooth out our contours. It does not seek to reshape ourselves or our community to fit ever-evolving standards designed to keep us out, but it challenges those standards.

If “gay” is trying to appeal to a bigoted admissions board by being smooth and shiny enough to slip in, “queer” is challenging the admissions board to accept or reject you on your own merits as you exist, and challenging the bigoted assumptions that underline the power structure as revealed by this. It’s bypassing the admissions board by creating your own infrastructure for sharing resources and information. 

I have a suspicion that a certain percentage of the intra-community backlash against the word “queer” is not because the negative connotations of the word hurt us as listeners, but rather that the radical connotations of the word hurt the effort to make the community acceptable to a presumed default “general audience”, to assimilate gayness into heteronormativity. 

I.e., it is less, “Queer makes people think it’s okay to bash us.” and more “Queer makes people think we’re not like them.”

Most people end posts in defense of the label “queer” and the umbrella term “queer community” by saying “I won’t call queer if they’re not comfortable with it,” and most of them get told, “BUT THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE DOING WHEN YOU SAY ‘QUEER COMMUNITY!”

I’ve never yet seen anybody talking about the gay community have to disclaim that they’re not using the word to people who view it as unreclaimed slur or who just plain find it too hurtful to have even given that discourse any thought.

I won’t call someone queer if they don’t think of themselves a queer. I will use queer as an umbrella term. If that’s not you, you can cheerfully include yourself out of it. 

And heck, I’m doing you a solid. If you didn’t have a queer community to point to, you wouldn’t have anyone you could point to when you want to clarify that you’re not like those people.

anyway johnlock au where john and sherlock go to cons and john is always like, some battleworn badass in a variety of leather jackets (han solo being my personal fav) and sherlock always goes in some extravagant alien cosplay that like, totally alters and hides his actual face so john has never seen what he really looks like, but they go around to cons and end up seeing each other all at the same ones and start this cute lil friendship and john is like wonder why he always hides his face like that and of course it doesn’t matter but he’s curious. then they’re at san diego comic con and some important movie artifact is stolen and sherlock needs to recover it and they work together and kick ass and get it back and afterwards john asks sherlock to dinner, and so sherlock and john go back up to sherlock’s room so sherlock can change into regular clothes so he can eat and john is like psyching himself up to kiss sherlock and when he comes out of the bathroom as his usual self he’s like, i know, it’s a bit of a letdown after the alien thing isn’t it, and john is like 👀👀👀 absolutely not?!? and then he kisses sherlock pink and they never do make it to dinner

Oblivious Identity

Prompt: If requests are still open: I would just really like one of the bat boys desperately trying to hide their alter ego from their oblivious s/o <3

Requested by: @hookahpop

    Dick wasn’t quite sure how you hadn’t figured it out, or at the very least, why you hadn’t started asking questions. The two of you had been dating for over a year now. Typically by the third month his previous girlfriends had started asking questions, and he’d had to start the break up process. It was one of the downsides to having a secret identity.

    You however hadn’t asked one single question. Not about the late nights, or suddenly having to leave in the middle of a date. You never asked why he was so tired, or why his apartment was always a mess. Hell, you’d come across his Nightwing uniform once and had bought the excuse that it was his father’s old Flying Grayson costume! Honestly, Dick was a little worried.You were incredibly smart, while being incredibly oblivious. He worried about you out on the streets of Bludhaven alone.

    Your eyes glance over from your book to your boyfriend. His face is set in one of puzzlement, and it doesn’t take a genius to know what he’s thinking about. If you had a secret identity, you’d be worried about him being oblivious too. Still, it was his secret to share, and one you would keep no matter what. He’d tell you when he was ready.

anonymous asked:

I'm nonbinary and I want to look androgynous/gender neutral. I want people to look at me and not know what gender I am. All the "guides" I see everywhere on being androgynous are for "androgynous women" and they're all basically just advice for butch women. I want to look gender neutral, not like a butch women. Do any of you know resources I could use/tips for achieving this?

This is seriously a great question but a hard one!

In order to look completely androgynous, we should live in a society where the binary isn’t so deeply engraved in everything we do. When you meet random people on the street, they look at you and the first thing their try to figure out is whether you’re a boy or a girl. And when you go to a clothing store, the first choice you must make is whether you’re shopping for womenswear or menswear. To be honest, this sucks and makes it super hard to strive towards looking gender neutral.

Keeping this in mind, I can only come up with a few tips to help you look androgynous.

Option A: Avoid all gender markers.

  1. Start with your face. Do you have a face traditionally considered feminine/masculine? If so, this is the first thing you need to do. Certain parts of your face are most commonly the ones giving away false gender markers. Think about using makeup to shade the shape and bones of your face to look less feminine/masculine (there are multiple videos available on instructions to do this). This can also be done with a correct hairstyle that borders your face altering the shape of it. Another common gender marker are your eyebrows. Let them grow out or pluck them to a certain style to work as a counterweight for other gender markers of your face.
  2.  Write down a list of the body parts that give away gender markers as they are. Examples could be your hands, feet, waist, shoulders, chin… These are the problem areas you need to find ways to hide/alter/modify. Do this with clothes, compression garments, makeup. Let’s say your biggest problem area was your feet. Hide them with long and/or flowy pants. Choose whether letting your leg hair grow or shaving it off completely would better benefit your cause. Choose shoes that hide your toes, ankles, or other parts that give away markers. Write down a second list of different options and solutions to alter/hide your problem areas.
  3. When it comes to clothing, you’re probably going to have a few ideas already based on the lists created in the second step. If not, shop for unisex clothes. Choose to wear something bold and different, or something neutral and simple based on your personal style. If you manage to make your face and body work for you in a gender neutral way, the clothes will only work as further assets.

Option B: Use different gender markers to your benefit in order to confuse people.

  1. If you come to the conclusion that you don’t have enough unisex clothing stores available/your face will never look completely androgynous/you still get misgendered a lot, start spicing things up by intentionally adding small gender markers to your appearance. These markers are supposed to confuse people when they’re trying to figure out your gender. If your face is very masculine, make yourself look as androgynous as possible, and then add for example mascara/eye liner to confuse people even further. If your voice is quite feminine, use some more masculine pieces of clothing to balance the markers. It’s going to be extremely hard finding a presentation that stays completely neutral in the eyes of a passer-by. Don’t be afraid of using gender markers to your benefit.

I’m sorry I can’t do a better job in answering this. Does anyone else have better resources or tips to share?

Shadowy Figure, Venomous, and POW Cards

 One of the arguments I’ve seen against professor Venomous being the Shadowy Figure is that their POW Card info doesn’t match up. Further, the fact that they even HAVE separate cards seems to indicate they are not the same…but I noticed something. Take a look at the Professor’s card:

You can’t see it very well, but he’s at a negative 7. Now look at the card SF gives to KO:

He’s at positive 8…but wait, he’s obviously a villain! The number should be negative, right? Just like at the end of the episode…

…when the card changes the stats. You know what this means?

POW cards can be tampered with. It’s very possible, since this card came from Shadowy Figure and not the machine, that this was only one card that was altered to hide the real person’s identity, instead of one officially created by the company. 

For the longest time, longer than he cared to admit, Rex couldn’t remember what happened on Umbara.

He was told it may have had something to do with Krell messing with their minds before Dogma had killed him. “Jedi can alter memories, hide things and change things, even long after they’ve passed.”

Rex didn’t believe that, or maybe he just didn’t want to. The idea that any remnant of Krell could be crawling around in his head sends beads of cold sweat dripping down his back.

Others accounted it to PTSD. “Things like this can’t be cured with a hypo, CT-7567. It’s something we’ve yet to program out of any living being. Everything and anything can inherently change you, and the mind fights back best by forgetting.”

Rex liked that even less. No matter how terrible, he’d rather remember something than not.

Yet days turned into weeks and he couldn’t piece together exactly what had happened. Bits and pieces came back. Sometimes he’d wake up in the middle of the night, positive that he was under attack. Sometimes he’d have his blaster in his and and the sudden inhibition to shoot it washes over him like a wave.

When he finally does choose to remember, because, really, it was always him holding himself back from remembering, it’s when they’re sending Fives’ body back to Kamino to be processed for its genetic material and turned into more clones.

We’re made from our dead brothers, Rex thinks, and with those words, Umbara comes back.

Did they matter, or were they simply replaceable bits of a larger machine? Were they truly any better than droids?

Yes. He has to keep remembering that. They are men, no matter what.

aesthetic-addictt  asked:

Can you describe the powers of hecate's children or the pros of being descended from hecate?

Uhm I’m sorry this has been in my drafts for god knows how long I apologize profusely? Also yes I am here for this 10000%

As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve basically adopted Lou as one of my many children, and I’ve done a LOT of research into Hecate powers. And, I’ve actually mentioned them in this headcanon.


From what I’ve read in the books, I dislike the way Hecate children do magic, which is pretty similar to the Kane Chronicles. So in my view, it’s done in more of a Harry Potter sense of magic.

Children of Hecate have to have extreme control over their mental and physical forms to perform magic. They have to memorize all of the spells and clearly understand the theories behind them to be able to control them, as well as how to manipulate spells.

Wands are not needed to do magic, but they are used to focus your magic and are usually used across more beginner children of Hecate. As I said, extreme control. For younger children of Hecate, they need wands because they do not yet have the control to do wandless magic. To a well-practiced child of Hecate, a wand may be seen as more of hindrance than a help.

It’s not a cure-all. There’s karma. For example, using a spell to draw energy from things around them may cause a child of Hecate’s strength to grow, but it will kill the things they took energy from. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. (My inner science nerd is powering up sorry).

Now, there’s a reason for all of this control that’s needed. With great power comes great responsibility, essentially. They need to learn to control themselves and their power in order to keep not only themselves but others safe. In my mind and writing, children of Hecate are extremely powerful, but that power comes with a cost. With a weight, a weight of not only knowledge but of sacrifice as well. 

Children of Hecate usually work off of scrolls/runes to learn spells, or learn from a master. They have to either have the scroll directly in front of them, or have the move memorized. The more they do a certain spell, the better they do the  next time they cast it.

The magic children of Hecate posses is sectioned off into branches. There’s main branches, destruction, conjuration, healing, alteration, illusion, and alchemy/enchanting. Children of Hecate can overlap, studying magic from multiple branches, but they do not have enough power to study all the branches, and usually only have an innate affinity for one.

  • Destruction magic: Magic which destroys others, offensive magic. Spells that are used solely to attack others. Usually a child of Hecate will find an affinity or even just a preference for one basic element, such as fire, water, air, etc.
  • Conjuration magic: Magic which conjures, can be offensive, defensive, or neutral. For example, you can conjure a creature to fight for you, you can conjure a shield to protect you, or you can conjure a shovel because you really need to hide that body but don’t wanna leave your dna all over an actual shovel. One attacks, one defends, and one is simply a temporary tool.
  • Healing magic: Magic which can be used to heal yourself or others. Defensive magic. Healing is pretty self explanatory. 
  • Alteration magic: The altering of something already in the world. Example, turning straw to gold. However, this branch requires a really good understanding of the elements and specific mastery of each type. For example, you want to make glass in a jiffy? You have to find sand and fire, and you need to have a specific idea in your mind as well as a specific spell for that object. Probably the toughest branch because one wrong move and kla-blamo.
  • Illusion magic: Hiding or altering perceptions. Muffling your footsteps, turning yourself invisible. Sure you could put all of your energy into making yourself transparent, OR you could just put like 10% of your energy into blacking out that monster’s sight so they can’t see you. This branch isn’t about actually changing the world, it’s about altering perceptions. Getting into people’s heads through spells cast on specific people or groups. That means they can also detect things like lies, or perhaps even cast telepathic spells.
  • Alchemy/enchanting: For people who don’t like actually casting spells that much. Alchemy is potions, which requires vast knowledge of the world around you, not super hard but very easy to get yourself killed if you don’t have a good teacher and you’re stupid. Enchanting is very hard, not for beginners, very very easy to kill yourself or someone else even if you’re not stupid.

And honestly? I don’t see a lot of pros of being a child of Hecate. You need to be rigorous, you need to be strict in your duties and studies, you need to be ready to sacrifice a lot to Hecate. Sure you get cool powers, but it’s also very likely you’ll kill someone unless you’re careful. 

That’s how I see Hecate, but you can totally just dump this in the trash and interpret her and her powers in another way. But Hecate is insanely powerful, and she’s a minor goddess. I think because of that, being one of her children comes at an insane cost.

Taking Back Control - Part 5


Mark was about to act on one of his stupider ideas.

It was the night Amy had gone missing. He had locked himself in his recording studio in an attempt to use the sound proofing. All his friends had gone home, though they must have shown concern at Amy’s absence by now.  He had suspicions on what could’ve happened to her, some more plausible than others. But Mark had inevitably decided the best person to go to get information on his absent girlfriend. He was quite sure he was going to regret this, but he couldn’t think of anyone else to contact. Well, at least anyone who he could actually get information out of.

He dialed the number, holding his breath.


“Umm, Hi. It’s Mark.”

“Ohoho~! Isn’t this a shocker ladies and gentlemen! I wish I was on air for this! Ready to schedule another interview I presume?” Came the drawled response. Mark flinched at the reference to his previous encounter with the omnipresent sociopath. None of his egos could kill Mark, he always came back. Plus, even if they did find a way to kill him, they’d all die with him. But the stab wound had been bad enough for him to ‘die’ for a few moments. It was a truly terrifying experience.

“No, Wilford, I haven’t. I was-“ He was cut off before he could ask his question.

“What a shame, what a shame! My viewers loved you! Almost as much as they love me! And I’m me!” Mark rolled his eyes, but tried to keep his tone placating.

“Yes, I’m sure they loved it.” It was on Mark’s channel after all, “And I may still consider coming back on. But that isn’t why I called you.” Each of his main egos did have contact information, it only appeared to people who’d met them before. Mark had no idea how calls across dimensions without costing a fortune.

“Hmm, now you’ve peaked my curiosity, Mr. Fish-Back!” Mark flinched at the obvious butchering of his last name, “I suppose I can listen to what you have to say…If my schedule isn’t too busy! Lemme check, I’ll be with you in a jiffy!” The sound of flickering papers reached his ears. Mark slouched against the padded recording room walls, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He knew that Wilford didn’t have a full schedule. There was nothing to put on it, since all his shows relied on Mark’s channel. The journalist only did this because it seemed like what they should be doing. It was in their character. Mark went along with it because it kept them on his side. A gun shot went off, causing Mark to flinch, followed by a scream that sounded disturbingly like his own. A pause. “Looks like it’s your lucky day! I have a small slot in my agenda to humour you! What appears to be the issue?” Mark could practically see Wilford leaning back, sucking on his index finger like he did when he was intrigued. Mark hoped that whichever ego had been shot was alright. He cleared his throat.

“Well, I was wondering if you could find someone for me?”

“Well excuuuuuuse yoooou!” They huffed out in indignation, “I’m not about to delay my activities to be your little helper!” Mark groaned.

“I know you’re omnipresent, Wilford! While in your dimension you can be everywhere and nowhere! You can use it to see anything occurring in the entire world! Therefore, you can find her in a second without technically even moving physically!” Mark could practically feel Wilford squinting.

“And how do you know that?” Mark practically wanted to scream, ‘Because I created you!’, but kept his mouth shut. He had to pander to Wilford’s interests.

“I have my sources…” he divulged. Wilford was always interested in a mystery.

“Well…” Wilford mused, “I usually don’t usually do this, even for my fans.” Mark rolled his eyes, “However, you’ve made an interesting case so far, and I’m intrigued so see how this will all end. Let me ask who exactly you’re looking for? You aren’t a stalker, are you?” Mark heard the scratch of pen on paper.

“No, I’m not! You can scratch that note out right now!” Wilford grumbled to himself. “I’m looking for Amy Nelson.”

“Ah ha! You’ve lost your girlfriend, have you? Isn’t that an interesting story? Do tell more~” There was more pen scratching.

“I can’t tell more if I don’t know where she is.” He tried. Wilford paused.

“I suppose you’re right…Would you like me to find her?” Mark sighed out in relief.

“Yes!” Wilford laughed slightly.

“Alright, alright. Calm your horses.” There was a pause, “I can’t find her.”

“What!?” Wilford sighed.

“Are you deaf? I said I can’t find her!”

“What do you mean you can’t find her! You can find anyone!” Mark paced the room, openly yelling now. “You’re lying!”

“I wish I was Markimoo, I wish I was. I’ve never not been able to find someone before…” Wilford perked up, “Why, this just adds to the mystery! I think Miss Nelson might not be on earth anymore! Maybe it was aliens! The theories are swimming. See ya Mark! I gotta get writing!”

“Will, Wait-“ Silence. He’d hung up.

Mark slammed the phone onto the desk, flopping down into his chair. He rubbed a hand across his face and through his hair. Well, that had been useless. Mark didn’t know what he expected. Mark didn’t know why he’d let Wilford frustrate him so much. He’d been so close to finding her…

Not on earth? Aliens? Bullshit. Unless…

If she wasn’t on earth, could she be in another dimension? Specifically, the ego’s main dimension?

Mark grinned. Perhaps Wilford had been useful after all.



It had been close to a day, and Amy still hadn’t left the room. Sure, Red had delivered breakfast and lunch – making sure to lock the door this time on his departure. Dr. Iplier had held to his promise, sending Oliver to deliver fresh ice for her head. The swelling had died, the headache was gone, and overall Amy was doing better. Physically, that is. She had still been kidnapped. She was always on edge, whenever there was sound outside, she ran, standing as far from the door as possible. He had thought of the possibility of claiming to be in the bathroom to avoid company but she doubted it would work. The Google’s would most likely be willing to stand there unmoving until she exited instead of leaving. She was sure Dark – the name sent shivers down her spine – would let himself in regardless. Doors simply unlocked for him. Every time she even imagined the ringing her entire body went into melt down, and she couldn’t sleep for longer than an hour without waking up in a cold sweat. Her only social interaction had been a short conversation with Oliver, which Amy was fairly certain Dr. Iplier had forced him to attempt. She missed her friends. She missed her pets. She wished Mark was here. The real Mark. Not all these different copies. She wanted to talk to him, to hear his voice the way he used it. She laid back on the bed and sighed. No tears fell. Why wasn’t she crying? She’d been kidnapped! She was trapped, her friends didn’t know where she was, and she was with a bunch of psychopaths with her boyfriend’s body! Crying was perfectly okay! It was human! Yet no tears had fallen since when she’d first arrived yesterday. Perhaps her body was using it as defense, not letting the alters see her turmoil. Or maybe she was steadily going insane. In the end, it didn’t matter. She might die here, at the hands of a character Mark had created and never told her about.

 Amy was starting to wonder how many days would be spent in this room hiding from the other alters when there was movement outside her door. She completed her now familiar routine of backing to the other side of the room, keeping the bed between her and the door. It was Google, complete with his scowling expression.

“It is time for dinner.” He stated. Amy forced a smile.

“Right, well. You can leave the food at the door and I’ll- “

“Dark is requesting you join him and the others in the dining hall.” She felt the dread clutch onto her heart like a weight, pulling it down. She had almost fooled herself into thinking she’d never see him again. It was like she was a fly caught on the edge of the web. Struggling. Almost free. Almost away from this hell. That is, until the spider decides to drag her to the centre, tangling her in a cocoon she can’t escape from. Caught in a snare, until the spider decides to eat her. When it became clear to Google that she had frozen up and wasn’t coming to him willingly, he growled to himself. He marched over to her and Amy played her one card, leaping over the bed and running for the open door. She didn’t get a chance however, as Google predicted her movement, grasping her by the back of her sweater and dragging her back. He was more forceful with his transport this time, pulling her arms behind her back and shoving her along. Amy was sure he was going to break her arms.

He took her straight down the hall from her room, turning right and pushing her through a door.

“It is a dressing room.” He stated, looking her over, “Dark wanted you to dress up, make it formal. He has picked out a few dresses.” Google gestured to the wall. The clothes rack was mostly empty, expect for the ten dresses hanging there, neatly ironed. “Take your pick, and make it fast. They are waiting, I will meet you in the hall.” With that he slammed the door shut, and Amy wanted to scream. She took a moment to pace the room, controlling her breathing. She knew if she wasn’t quick, Google would probably come in and dress her himself – he was a robot, if it completed his objective he couldn’t care less. Plus, Dark would be irritated by the delay, and she wanted him in good standing before she tried to escape. She groaned out, running her hands through her hair. She felt awful submitting to the alters whims, but there was no other way. She had to get out of here. Surely Mark wouldn’t mind if it kept her alive. Dark was right, she was helpless to his command. If she disobeyed him, he could kill her, and Mark wouldn’t know till it was too late. She calmed herself, looking over the dresses. This wasn’t just Dark, it was all the other alters as well. She looked over a short, revealing crimson dress that made her want to vomit. He had chosen it. For her to wear. It probably wasn’t even a case of appeasing himself. He knew it would make her uncomfortable, and he knew it would shock the other alters. All the dresses were different. Different lengths, colours and designs, though they all would fit her. One key factor stood out however. They were all beautiful. All things she would wear in a different scenario. Dresses to be considered attractive, or seductive. As well as this, none of them had pockets, or any place she could hide belongings. They took away any power, making it impossible to defend herself. Knowing the clock was ticking, she chose a black, mid-length dress with swirling branches and flowers of many colours. Little birds decorated them with gorgeous, swirling feather designs. It was stunning, and it looked great on her, but the pandering to her interests in the design made her sick. It was made to accentuate curves, and her slim figure. It was strapless, and revealed to much at the chest. She didn’t have time to overthink it. She found a pair of black heels, and quickly sat herself on a chair in front of a large mirror. The marble sink before her had a variety of makeup products. Time was short so she rushed with some basics; concealer, lipstick, eyeliner. If Dark wanted formal, he would get it. She was going to look great. Hell, maybe now she could get more information looking like this. Amy used a brush to fix her hair, before standing. She paced, reassuring herself, before nearly leaping out of her skin when Google banged on the door. She took a few deep breaths, before heading to the entrance, her heels clicking against marble. She opened the door, glaring at Google.

“Better?” She wasn’t sure where her sudden confidence had come from, and was sure it would die before she even saw Dark. Google smirked.

“Satisfactory.” Before grabbing her arms and pushing her along once more.

They made their way up the stairs and down the main hall. Amy stared longingly at the mansion’s entrance. Even if it had been unlocked, where would she go? Running in heels wasn’t her forte. Plus, she had no idea where she was, she might not even be in Los Angeles anymore. Sure, the time zone appeared to be the same as home, but that could mean anything. It could’ve changed without her even realising. Google made a sharp left turn through an archway which Amy knew led to the dining room. From where she stood, she could see Dark at the head of the table, sneering at her. The faint ringing made her sick.

“Welcome Miss Nelson! So kind of you to join us! You look lovely!” he glanced over her, licking his lips before smiling. Her chest constricted around her lungs. Google shoved her forward, and she stumbled a few feet, catching herself on the chair of the closest alter as she gave way under her heels. “I hope Google won’t mind if you take his place at the table, he doesn’t need to eat.” The robot accepted Dark’s dismissal, turning and heading up the stairs. You could have heard a pin drop at the silence, all the alters gawking up at her. She hated the way their eyes glanced her body over. She reminded herself that none of them were Mark. Just characters. Alters. Her eyes fell to the one in the chair she’d caught herself on, who looked at her with raised eyebrows, and she leapt back, her heart thumping in her chest

“Well whaddya know? Amy Nelson! I need to rewrite that article because this is much more interesting!”

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Miraculous Birthday One Shot #2

This one shot is a little late, but who cares? I had a horrible night of sleep, so finishing this belated birthday one shot for myself was definitely the best use of my first hour of the day.

This one is for all my mutuals, but most especially:

@crypticcravings @instantwaffles @willowglimshine @celestialceci @mightymunchlax @the-dark-black-angel @overworkedunderwhelmed @kwamimusings @k8eroseg

Ya’ll sure are fun!

Miraculous Fluff Month Day 31: “I’m yours forever”

Marinette sat on a bench at the edge of the river, watching the colors change as the sun sank lower in the sky. She glanced down at her phone, checking the time. 5:05 pm. Adrien was late. But he was never late. With a sigh, she squeezed her hands between her knees and looked left and right, but he was nowhere along the walkway. She’d just have to wait. She shivered a little in her coat. Autumn was well on its way, and the temperature dropped as the light grew thin.

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anonymous asked:

A little so to add to the AU, May opened a martial arts training center in LA, and finds Skye after a rough night of being Quake and offers to train her.

This AU by the way for anyone curious or confused.

Mmm yess, I love it, anony! Welp, I’m inspired. I guess let’s delve more AoS characters into this AU:

- When Skye moves to L.A. she gets a job at a tech engineering company to make some income where she quickly becomes friends with her coworker Leo Fitz.

- Fitz learns that she is currently living in a van, so he mentions that his neighbor Jemma, a biochemist researcher at UCLA, has been looking for a new roommate since her old one Bobbi left after getting married and she should apply. She does and immediately she and Jemma become close friends.

- Skye tries to hide her alter vigilante life from her roommate, but when she stumbles into the apartment one night half-dead, Jemma is the one to stitch her up. Jemma disapproves of the danger Skye puts herself in, but if she is going to continue risking her life at least Jemma is going to make sure she doesn’t kill herself.

- Fitz at first is basically the Karen Page to Skye’s Matt Murdock (so I guess Jemma is her Foggy?) where he has a huge crush on her and unknowingly her alter ego Quake. But instead of romance, Skye very clearly but easily lets him know she isn’t interested in him like that. She tells him to maybe try dating Jemma because the two would be so cute together (which eventually the do, because, duh, FitzSimmons). Fitz then becomes her tech guy who helps make her superhero costume, gauntlets to help control her powers, etc.

- (Sidenote: if Skye is like Matt, does that make Robbie her Frank Castle? … alright let’s just move on from that comparison …)  

- Phil Coulson is the owner of their apartment building, but is also the chief of the LAPD. People think he is a tough, hard-ass but really he is like a Dad to all of his tenants. At first he thinks Quake (and Ghost Rider) are nothing but a menace, but then he starts to become the Commissioner Gordon to her Batman. Mack is his deputy chief.

- May is her fight trainer/mentor (as anony said).

- Ward is her downstairs neighbor that she has a huge crush on at first until she learns he is a psychopath and the leader of an underground crime ring in L.A. He becomes her arch-nemesis.

- Lincoln is also her true Karen Page / Gwen Stacy, because he’s the normal guy (sorry Lincoln, no powers for you in this au) that she loves but he accidentally gets caught in the crosshairs during her vigilante stuff and is killed because of it.

- And of course, Robbie is her vigilante rival that eventually becomes her closest friend. Even when Skye’s life becomes troubling and stressful, he starts to become the person she turns to talk to at night because he knows exactly what she is going through. (And dare I say they fall for each other but try to deny their feelings so they can keep a professional friendly relationship?)

So basically I just made a whole superhero AU for an already superhero show. Nice, go me! (Okay, but it’s more like a superhero au if it was just focused on Quake, like it’s a Marvel’s Quake Netflix series, so I guess not so terrible :) ) 

anonymous asked:

I wish they could name just one thing that all men have that they have and no woman has ever had that means they are a man and not a woman. They say it isn't biology, so then what is it? Name just one trait/characteristic/aspect of a personality that only men have. What is there to identify with men that means you identify as one?

In my experience gender identity ideologues will just whittle it down to “man” and “woman” both meaning nothing and meaning whatever any individual person wants it to. 

And then if you ask them why misgendering even matters if both words are functionally meaningless and interchangeable… well I’ve never gotten a straight answer for that. Or why “transition” then still involves an attempt to hide or alter sex characteristics. 

anonymous asked:

someone is accusing us of being fake because they think my alters just developed and even though i tried explaining that i was numb to all emotion for years and suppressed all of my alters and left myself dissociating for an enormous, unhealthy amount of time, they don't believe its possible to suppress something like that. i had to you know? i kept getting beat for acting "wrong" and my guardian threatened to hire an exorcist. but now i'm doubting myself... it is possible right? are we fake?

That’s absolutely possible. Discovering you’ve been repressing DID for years is really, really common. Exactly what you describe- alters hiding themselves to escape abuse- is a good reason for alters remaining dormant for years. 

That doesn’t mean you’re faking! That’s pretty common. 

larrylovv  asked:

Hey so I saw on a recent post of yours that said that the makeup industries is anti feminist. I'm aware that makeup has led to ridiculous standards, but is there anything else that I should be aware of? I'm a fan of makeup haha, but I don't want to support something that is hurtful.

Hey! So my issue with makeup is that women are hurt by it and men profit from it. I mean to give you an idea here are the ceos of the top 20 makeup companies 

1. L’Oreal
Was, Lindsay Owen-Jones, now Jean-Paul Agon

2. Procter & Gamble Co.
Bob McDonald

3. Unilever
Paul Polman

4. Shiseido
Shinzo Maeda

5. Estee Lauder
Fabrizio Freda

6. Avon Products
Andrea Jung

7. Beieserdorf
Thomas-Bend Quaas

8. Johnson & Johnson
William C Weldon

9. Alberto-Culver Co.
Vincent K. Marino (Carol Lavin Bernick exec chairman)

10. Kao Corp
Motoki Ozaki

11. Limited Brands
Leslie Wexner

12. LVMH Moet Hennessy Louis Vuitton
Bernard Arnault

13. Chanel
Alain Wetheimer, Gerard Wertheimer

14. Henkel KGAA
Kasper Rorsted

15.  Colgate Palmolive
Ian M. Cook

16. Coty INC
Bernd Beetz

17. Mary Kay INC.
David Holl

18. Alticor INC
Steve Van Andel (chairman) Doug DeVos (President)

19. Alliance Boots
Stefano Pessina

20. Revlon
Ronald Perelman

The bolded? Thats the only woman of these. So its men who are putting out ads of inhumanely “flawless” white women surrounded by the words “correct” “hide” “alter” and a thousand other words suggesting a woman can look inherently wrong. (And seeing these models actually damages our mental health)

Besides, makeup hurts your skin, and takes 20 minutes that teenage boys get to sleep while teenage girls have to ensure that they look “presentable.” Were taught that we have to wear it not only by the media and socialization, but women are told they have to wear it to work and have harder times getting jobs if the don’t (x) (x). They are also promoted more, so while all women are paid less than men, gender-conforming women are paid more than non-gender conforming women. This is also a class issue, as makeup is expensive but necessary for getting jobs, another shackle holding women back in the workplace. Women also have more distress from not wearing makeup than from public speaking, first dates, or job interviews. This all begins at age 13 or younger. This is the time that self esteem drops for young women, and they feel the need to change themselves, and we oblige them rather than working to change the society that makes women hate their natural states. When I was younger, my best friend would set an alarm and get up before me when she slept over to ensure that no one would ever see her without makeup. Makeup teaches girls that being a woman means wearing a mask because our natural states are unacceptable. Behind the schemes to sell us these products, its a way of keeping women submissive by letting them know their born selves are flawed while men need to make no alterations. A lot of more liberal feminists say makeup is their choice and its antifeminist to question it, but when you look at it, how much choice our we really afforded?

Okay, I know this is kind of out of the blue, but this panel started bugging me today. So, it’s time for some brainstorming!

We all know that Rung’s special somehow and they just haven’t revealed it yet and blah blah… Except, what if they have?

Here’s what some snotty cadet is sarcastically saying Rung may be; A Knight of Cybertron, a Progenitor, and Alpha Trion’s brother.

Now, let’s think about this… What if he really is all those things?

Alpha Trion’s Brother

I’m not sure what the implications of this would be, but it is a rather amusing thought. And somewhat plausible. Both Rung and Alpha Trion are ancient as all fuck. Perhaps he’s the Minimus Ambus to A3’s Dominus Ambus?


I couldn’t find anything lore-specific on what these might be, but a quick check with our old friend Google yields the following definition;

  1. a person or thing from which a person, animal, or plant is descended or originates; an ancestor or parent
  2. a person who originates an artistic, political, or intellectual movement.

Now, we can make some assumptions based on this definition. The Progenitors could be the origins of different frames/types of Cybertronians, the prototypes if you will. This may explain why Rung is so reluctant to upgrade his body, and why no one seems to know what his alt mode is. Later examples of bots with Rung’s frame type are the mnemosurgeon Trepan and (loosely) the Necrobot. Such interesting descendants you have there, Rung!

Okay, now on to the really big one…

Knights of Cybertron

Okay, so we’ve all heard the old story about the Knights, how they were the original Cybertronians created by the five Gods, and how they left Cybertron ten million years ago to spread enlightenment, blah, and all that… But, knowing this, would it not make some sense for them to leave someone behind to watch over the newly-forged Cybertronians? What if Rung is the one, or one of the few, they left behind? This would explain why Rung seems to be ‘a historical constant’, as Chromedome put it. He’s always been there for every important event in Cybertronian history, albeit only as an observer in the background.

And then Rodimus starts his quest to find the Knights of Cybertron. Who should show up? Rung. Unassuming little Rung. Just along for the hell of it, supposedly. Except, what if he’s a Knight himself? How messed up would that be if they went through all that trouble only to discover that the very thing they were looking for was right there on the ship the whole time? I do believe bricks will be shat.

But there are even more implications to this now that Megatron is the captain, especially due to why Megatron is the captain. He’s searching for the Knights so that they may preside as the judges over his trial. What happens if/when Rung is revealed as a Knight? I do believe we may see our little psychiatrist friend wearing that Chief Justice tiara next.

Speaking of Megatron, this theory gives a little more weight to his voluntary session with Rung at the beginning of 'Season 2’. Firstly, he was the one that wanted to speak privately with Rung, without giving a reason why. Secondly, during the session, he mentions meeting Rung when asked about the three most important encounters in his life. You know what I think? I think he knows.

Of course, that’s not to say Rung knows himself. There is the possibility that his memory has been altered to hide his true identity from even himself, either by the other Knights or later by a mnemosurgeon. There were plenty of opportunities for them to stick the needles to him, after all. The Functionists supposedly ran every test possible on him to find out what the hell he was. A memory sweep might just be one of the more extreme of those tests.

Picture it; a mnemosurgeon is poking around in some tiny psychiatrist’s head, searching for some very basic information when he just happens to stumble upon just who it is he’s injecting. He panics, informs the Functionists, they panic, fearing the consequences of diving into a Knight’s brain, and order his memory to be covered up/altered to save their own afts. Then they very kindly give him his own alt mode category, give him his backpack/wheelbarrow unit to help prevent people thinking anything was unusual about him, and just send him on his way. I dunno, I can believe something like that.

So yeah. That’s what I thought about today at work. Not a new theory, I’m sure, but it’s something I wanted to bring up.

My headcanon is that nocturnes are capable of mimicry well beyond just acting. They are able to change size (which would rather explain their ridiculous glitches and growth), they will sometimes shift their bodies (limbs, features, hide, etc…), they may alter their color (chameleon-style)…. They’ve little to set them apart from true X species. Rather changeling-like. Similar to scrolls, but in-character, and not permanent.

Sometimes, just sometimes… nocturnes will mimic too well. Cue hydras, a fusion of nocturnes resembling the imperial emperors. Corrupt in magics and mind with the added weirdness of having warped features they shouldn’t like piranha mouths, a mass of spikes on their back, odd proportions…. The upside to them is that the fusion consists of live bodies. The downside is that attacking and destroying multiple hearts/heads/whatever you’re aiming at is never going to be an easy task.

Footnote I: There’s initially a heavy disadvantage in that, even if one heart is killed, the rest act as a backup, but there comes a point where it is weakened when there’s more mass than can be sustained by the number of live organs. The systems become overworked.

Footnote II:: Unlike their zombie counterparts, hydras may be not entirely bestial.

Footnote T: Emperors and hydras totally composed of a single element are capable of extraordinary magical feats (and also depleting a region of magic, rendering it barren). These have names: Eldritch emperors (shadow), chthonic emperors (earth), devil emperors (fire), cosmic emperors (arcane)….

Look, an accompanying poem! Where did this come from? Oh right, midnight coffee…. Enjoy my weird and pretentious but nicely rhythmic poem.

Wyrms with blazing wings alight,
For god and glory and honor and flight.
Battle in the roaring sky,
Where sundry dragons fall and fly.

Prepare the graves, but burn the light—
Beware which shadows swarm the night!

Gods despair as bodies rise.
They’ll b
leed ichor ‘fore this beast lies.
Peace be damned and hell begin.
Shed your blood for foe and friend.

We are myth,
We are might,
We are anger,
We are spite.

We are blight and of all end.
Rage will rise and wrath descend.
We are they omit from lore.
It is death who wins this war.

anonymous asked:



still haven’t got a sign off do ya? maybe just use your trademark sign???
also i wrote this as ty becoming blurry (bc i am still inexperienced with him) and then fucking josh i hope that is chill my bb ♥ if not just send me more shit!
come for the sin stay for the feels wow

Quite frankly, Tyler had had enough of this assignment. It wasn’t going well and he was fucking annoyed. After the 14th time trying to draw the lines in the right places, he could feel his control over his own mind starting to slip. Young Ty didn’t have much control over his head when it came to Blurryface, but there was one person who could always help him.
He grabbed his phone and smashed in Josh’s name, shaking as he lifted the phone to his ear.
“Ty, hey, look I’ve bee–”
“Josh? C-can you come over and do your assignment here? I just.. I need a hand,” he said, not wanting to admit what was happening. 
“Uh.. yeah, sure. Just give me a half hour or so, can it wait that long?”
NO!!! Blurry was screaming, but Tyler was holding on with whatever he had left. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you soon.”

Josh was worried as he packed his canvas into the back seat of his car. Tyler sounded.. off? He wasn’t sure. Their relationship was still new, and J could tell there was more to him yet, but was this it? He drove way faster than he should’ve, but he was terrified. 
He pulled up and looked out the window. He couldn’t see Ty waiting, which was weird, Tyler always waited for him.
He left his stuff in the car for now, walking up to the door and opening it carefully. “TyJo? I’m here!”
“You’re too fucking late, sugar.”
That was certainly Tyler’s voice, but not Tyler’s tone. Josh’s head whirled around only to find someone sitting in a chair to his left, his back to him.
“Tyler?” Josh’s voice was shaky. 
“Mm, nope. Next guess?” the voice with the body of Tyler stood up and turned to him. It still looked like Tyler, but Josh knew it wasn’t him. His eyes weren’t brown, they were dark. His posture was much straighter and more overpowering, and he had a cocky smirk on his lips. “Ah, I’ve heard about you. Josh, right? Tyler’s little plaything?”
“Who the fuck are you?” Josh spat. “And what have you done with Tyler!?”
This person moved a lot faster than Tyler could. He was toe to toe with Josh in seconds, his hand pressed against J’s chest. “They call me Blurryface, baby. I like to play with Tyler’s mind sometimes. But, I prefer to play with his friends too.”
Josh was confused, but also understood. This is what Tyler was hiding. An alter-ego of sorts. “Ty, I know you’re in there. Cmon, this isn’t you.”
The hand on his chest suddenly moved to grip at his throat, cutting off his air but not hurting him. “Tyler Joseph is dead as long as I’m here. I’ll go when I’m good and ready.”
“Fuck you,” Josh spat out, meeting Blurry’s eyes dead on.
“Oh, you’re going to.”

Josh barely had a second to register what was going on before Blurry’s lips were forced against his. He wanted to push back, to force Tyler out, but god, Blurry was a good kisser. 
“You’re gonna do exactly as I say, Josh. And maybe, if I think you’ve been good enough, I’ll let Tyler back out,” he growled in J’s ear, his hand reaching down to grope at him through his sweats. Josh let out a little groan and blushed bright red. “Aw, you don’t normally submit, do ya princess? I’m gonna make you my bitch today.”
Josh didn’t dare argue. Him and Tyler hadn’t had sex in ages, and Blurry’s hands felt so good..
Before he knew it, his shirt was being literally torn from his skin and shredded onto the floor, and a firm hand was pushing him down onto his knees. “Gonna suck me off, huh, Josh? Gonna be the submissive little bitch, like Tyler is?”
Josh hated that he was fucking loving this, but more than anything, he wanted his Tyler back. So he did as the stranger said, pulling his jeans and boxers away and getting to work on him. He looked up at the black eyes, intently watching his every move.
“Stop. Open your mouth, let your jaw go slack. Gonna fuck your pretty little mouth,” Blurryface ordered. Josh was shaking, no one had ever done this to him, but he obeyed. 
Blurry wasn’t gentle, but he did have enough decency to not deliberately hurt the boy. He groaned as he fucked into Josh’s mouth, using him purely for his own pleasure. Soon enough, though, he stopped himself. He had other things he wanted to fuck. 

Blurry grabbed at Josh’s hand and dragged him through to Tyler’s room, throwing him on the bed and tearing his sweats and boxers off his legs, running his eyes over him. “Fucking hell, I can see why Tyler likes you. Look at that pretty, hard dick. All hard for a stranger, aren’t you? Sub bitch, wanting someone to fuck the shit out of you.”
If Josh wasn’t horny as shit, he would have punched the guy, but he wanted this now. Blurry discarded his shirt, looming over Josh completely bare. “On your hands and knees.”
Josh obeyed, sticking his ass up in the air, shaking with nerves and unbridled excitement. Blurry spat on his fingers, running them over Josh’s entrance before slowly inserting one. Josh screamed out, he’d never had anything up there, that was Tyler’s job. It hurt like fuck at first, but the burn subsided and holy shit, it felt good? He wanted more.
Another finger, then another, scissoring in and out of him, preparing him for what was to come. Blurry removed his fingers and used that same hand to sharply slap Josh across the ass. Josh yelped and went to move away, but Blurry grabbed his hip hard.
“Uh-uh, baby. You move when I tell you to.”
Blurryface pushed into Josh, letting out ragged breaths as he did. Josh bit back his cries of pain, but at least Blurry let him get used to the feeling before he moved.
Oh, fuck.
Josh had never had anything touch his prostate before, and oh god, how the fuck he didn’t cum from that, he didn’t know. 
Blurry was rough, unrelenting on Josh. He scratched at his back, marked his throat, fucked him until he couldn’t scream anymore.
“Such a pretty little thing. Can’t believe Tyler is wasting an ass like this. Maybe I should come around more often, ruin Tyler’s mind, just to fuck you.”
Josh couldn’t form a response, just whimpers and pleas. “G-gonna cum, please let me cum..”
Blurry didn’t respond, not giving him permission, to the point where Josh was nearly sobbing in need. 
“You can cum if you scream my fucking name. Not Tyler, fuck Tyler. Me. Blurryface. The one who owns your fucking ass,” he said, finally wrapping a hand around Josh’s leaking dick.
If Josh was sane, he would have kept his mouth shut, but fuckin hell he was dying from this. “B-Blurry!” he screamed as he lost his balance, shattering into a million pieces. He didn’t even hear Blurry cry out as he came, could only hear the thumping of his own heartbeat for a few minutes.

“J-Josh? Josh!? Oh god, Josh! What did I do to you?”
Josh used the last dregs of his energy to roll onto his back and he was there, the one he came to see. The black eyes were brown again, the stature was Tyler’s slump. Josh was a fucking mess. His back was ripped, his throat bruised, and his ass absolutely wrecked.
“Wasn’t you, baby,” he managed to breathe out, holding his hand out to Tyler. Ty took it, curling into Josh’s chest, holding back sobs.
“N-no, it wasn’t, I didn’t mean any of this,” he was blurting out. “He hurt you. I hurt you.. Oh god, Joshie, are you okay?”
“Fine. Good, actually. Blurry isn’t as rough as he thinks he is,” he said in a raspy voice. “I’m okay, baby, truly. But hey, we’ve got years to get rid of that guy.”
“’M so sorry, so so sorry,” Tyler was rambling. “Gonna run you a hot bath, okay?”
Josh smiled his big, crinkly-eyed smile, and Tyler started to calm down. “Okay. Hey, Ty?”
“We’ll be writing songs about that guy someday, I can feel it.”