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aaaAAA HERE ARE SOME ASRA DOODLES I FORGOT TO UPLOAD AAA

He always struck me as the type of person who would wear butterfly clips!! XD

In Tr*mp’s America, I am simply unable to have meaningful conversations with folks in the ways that I could before. Simply put, “I don’t know how to explain to someone why they should care about other people.” As an out transgender person often navigating trans-exclusive or trans-hostile spaces and systems, I no longer have the time, patience, or physical or emotional energy to engage in arguments about my humanity that shouldn’t exist in the first place.
Somebody needs therapy

[WARNING: SUICIDE AND SELF HARM ARE MENTIONED IN THIS POST, PLEASE AVOID IF THIS WILL MAKE YOU UPSET.]

Context: The party was in a room made with reflective, crystalline substance, but an invisible barrier blocked their progress. They discovered that on one side of the room, their reflection was sentient, and used their reflection to get through an obstacle course so they could leave the room. The tiefling rogue’s reflection made to the other side first. This happened when they tried to leave.

DM (me): You hear a banging from the crystal mirror on the opposite side of the room.

Ranger, OOC: Oh, god…

DM: You see that it is your reflection, [TR], and it has a terrified look on it’s face.

TR: (annoyed) What?

DM: It mouths to you, “Don’t leave me.”

TR: Ah, you’ll be fine!

DM: In a series of gestures, it signals to you that when you leave the room, it will cease to exist.

Cleric, OOC: Oh, god!

TR: Nah, you’ll be fine! There’s no afterlife anyway, you’ll just be gone.

DM: Do you want to roll to persuade?

TR, OOC: No, I want to intimidate that fucker.

DM: Uh, okay, roll for it.

[He succeeds the intimidation check.]

DM: Alright, he is no longer-

TR, OOC: I wanna see him kill himself!

TR: I wanna see you slit your wrists!

Various party members and I: Holy shit!

DM: Um, okay, he’s doing it. You see yourself pull out a dagger and slit your own wrists. Instead of just dying, he dissolves and an ooze leaks out of the mirror.

TR: Hell yeah!

Half Elf Rogue: Oooh! Can I collect it?

DM: Yeah, okay, sure. You collect the ooze. It smells like [TR].

Barbarian, OOC: You’re just picking up this ooze? 

HR: I’ll find a use for it!

[The party proceeds, psychologically worse for wear.]

But... I want it

Pairing: Amazing Phil & Dan Howell (Phan)

Genre: Smut, Powerbottom!Dan, Sugarbaby!Dan, Businessman!Phil, Daddy!kink

Word Count: 2800

Warnings: Explicit Language, Sexual Content

Summary: Dan has always gotten everything he ever wanted from Phil which is no surprise as he’s got the man wrapped around his finger. Though, maybe Dan’s underestimated Phil’s authority this time around. 

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