Alright, Can I Just... Say Something? Can We Talk About The Erasure Of Non-Eastern Asians In Fanfics?

do you ever feel victimized by fanfic authors when you make them fanart and then they give YOU compliments and you try to give THEM compliments and its a vicious cycle??? ♥♥ ft. @nicolareed

29.9.20

Vureni Myrenu

This user thinks that the R*ssos royally fucked up Loki’s character

I fucking cried while reading this. It really helped. This seriously warmed my heart. Thank you so so much ♥️ and I'm glad to be working with you too

A story for the amazing @axerrri . Thank you for being an amazing online friend and making me smile more times than I can count. Your art has really made Butterfly Kisses and Arson pop and I am glad to work with you. ☺️❤️

Warnings: This story talks about self harm. If this is not for you. PLEASE DO NOT READ. If you complain I'll block you. We are not doing that whole back and fourth because you couldn't read a warning label.

"Promise me"

Dabi x Axeri

The dripping of some leaking pipe was all she could hear as she was lost in her own thoughts. Mindlessly, she was wrapping some bandages around her blood-soaked forearms with a small sigh of relief to have stopped the bleeding early enough. She muttered to herself about getting some peroxide to keep with her in case of things like this. Her inky black hair slowly fell in strands into her view as she made work of cleaning up the last bit of the self-inflicted burns. Her crimson eyes paired with dark rings of weeks with little to no sleep. Another sigh pushed from her lips. This time more of a yawn as she fumbled with the medical tape. Cursing softly at the white object in her hand.

“You know you’ll just hurt that tape’s feelings if you keep calling it names. Then it really won’t want to work, Doll.”

Her eyes shot up to see Dabi standing in the doorway. His head tilted up slightly as he looked down at her. Eyeing her forearms with a strange look in his eyes.

“Was that from you or a fight?”

She only looked down and continued to work on her wounds. It wasn’t that she hated him. If anything, it was the polar opposite, but she wasn’t a fan of having him worry over her or fuss about anything. He took this silence as a challenge to get her to speak. Slowly she heard his boots clunking on the ground as he made his way towards her. Her moved down so that he was level with where she was sitting. Eyeing her wounds closer now. His gaze melting into worry as he brought his eyes up to meet hers.

“Axeri, why didn’t you tell me something was wrong? I would have helped you.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he took the tap from her and slowly used the cloth, she had next to her to clean out the wounds better.

It was only a flood gate of tears from her as he spoke. Her voice cracking as she watched him ever so carefully tend to her self harm with the utmost care.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you. You seemed so busy and I didn’t want to push this all on you!”

He stayed silent as he looked back up at her. Shaking his head as he finally wrapped her up, pressing a soft kiss the white bandages before placing one on her forehead. His hands moving up to her cheeks to carefully wipe away her tears.

“Well, I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you think I wouldn’t drop everything to make sure you were okay. Axeri, I love you. I’m your boyfriend. I want to help you but if you don’t tell me you need it...” He swallowed hard. Looking away a bit as he sighed. “What if one day you don’t tell me and I don’t find you patching up the wounds.” He shook off the thought and held her tightly. His body heat spreading to her and comforting her as she tried to stop her tears.

“I-I’m so sorry Dabi.”

“Don’t say you are sorry. Demons make us do some crazy things, but all I ask is you come to me when those demons start to get to be too much.”

“I promise I’ll try-”

“No Axeri... You have to come to me. Never think you’d be a bother or that you’d annoy me. It would hurt so fucking much to lose the one good thing I have in this world because she thought I was going to think she was a bother... So please, doll.” His voice was filled with so much pain and pleading as he held her tighter in his arms.

She stared at him. Her red eyes still flooding with tears as she finally gave in and wrapped her arms around him. Gripping onto his jacket tightly as she buried her face into his chest.

“I promise I will.”

He let out a sigh of relief before kissing the top of her head. “That’s a good girl... Now c’mon... Let’s go get something to eat yeah? I know you haven’t eaten much. Then we’ll go nap a bit. You need to rest and eat or those wounds will be a bitch to heal.”

She tried to protest. Only to be met by Dabi’s gaze.

“Don’t try and fight it. Now c’mon beautiful. I’ll make you some food. Or we can order out. Whichever you prefer.”

That’s when he smiled. Something that always stopped her in her tracks. Not his sadistic smile. Not his cocky smile, but his true smile.

“Let’s go for takeout. I know I’m suicidal but not that much that I’d eat your food.” She teased. A small smile erupted from her lips.

Dabi let out a fake appalled gasp and pulled her into a soft and slow kiss. “How dare you... “

The rest of the night Dabi was true to his word. Getting her food and watching a movie with her as they ate. Only to have her fall asleep with her bowl still in her lap as she leaned against his shoulder. Skillfully he put the bowls on the table and carried her up to her room. Laying her down and cuddling up next to her. Holding her close and whispering softly to her about the many reasons he loved her, and how she was wanted in the world.

Little would he have known was that she had woken up when he carried her into the room. Hearing every word, he spoke. Taking each word to heart.

(I hope you enjoyed it dude. I really loved writing it. ☺️❤️)

This is too good omf

I love it sm ❤️

I'm up for angst so what about an imagine/(or anything) with dabi finding out his s/o has a life threatening disease that leaves them with like a few days left to live

Ooo I have this idea but idk if you would like it haha ♡ I'll try my best

Cotton Candy Days {Dabi x sick fem reader}

This is kinda angst and sad, there's mentioning of death and all of that jazz so please dont read if that makes you uncomfy ♡

You're eyes opened to the dark hospital bedroom. Even with the blinds closed the moon somehow still managed to sneak past them and display their nightly rays across the sickly clean and white room.

With shaky and weak hands you wipe the crust from your eyes and lick your dry, cracked lips while scanning your eyes over to see Dabi slumped in a chair.

You're surprised that he was still there. He's been really snappy at the nurses, telling them that they need to be more careful with you. He managed to scare away a few, the last one that would even dare to step into the tense room was an elderly woman with white straight hair that was brushed into a clean neat bun.

Whenever he made a backhanded compliment or a sly remark she would give him the same flavor back. Somehow this settled him down and turn his focus else where to calm down the rising heat in his body.

You had feeling the woman knew who he was. It wasn't really noticeable from a distance becuase of the way he was dressed. But she would catch you staring at him with love in your eyes and vice versa.

She knew that he wouldn't hurt you, it would be pretty fucked up to do so since you only had a few days to live anyhow.

You and Dabi go long back. With your disease it made it hard for people to be around you without feeling uncomfortable or annoyed. You lost your friends as a teen because they felt like you was a stick in the mud when you couldn't do all the stuff they were doing that so easily took your energy from you. Your parents were the same way, you felt like a burden.

Your younger brother always seemed to have an unfiltered hatred towards you. Always felt like you got all of the attention, all of the money, and he was stuck with the scraps.

You remember begging your parents to leave you be and spend time with your brother but they would ignore you. Even though you felt like a burden it also felt like you was the only thing that held them together.

Money problems, family issues, mixed with affairs made your little home a boiling pot of chaotic. The only thing that stopped your parents from fighting and to start working together was when they both agreed to care for you.

You barely managed to graduate high school because of all of the missing days but somehow you did. Soon after your sickness started to eat at you more.. making you bedridden, the doctors told your family you've only had a few weeks, even days to live.

College weren't even an option so why waste money on applying when those dollar bills could go towards a nice sleek casket your mother had her eyes on for a whole.

The sorrows and cries didnt even come, they were ready. Your room became stuffed with flowers in replacement of those who couldn't and wouldnt come. You understood though, why would you want see your sick cousin or niece put a damp on your wonderful weekend. You understood. You would give them calls to thank you for the bears, flowers, and balloons. If they didn't pick up you would message them when you were strong enough to even pick up the phone.

The night you died was the same day as your brother's graduation from middle school to high school. It took you a while but finally you had managed to get your parents to go.

After the goodbyes and waves they finally made it back to the hospital 3 hours later after your death. Your parents phoned were put on silenced so they didn't get the incoming calls of the doctors and nurses.

You were pronounced dead and you think it was for the best. Your parents can move on and finally be happy. Your brother can finally- well sort of get the parents that he has deserves.

Everything was perfect, no more sad faces, no more pain. Just bliss and relaxation.

However that's not how it ended. Your body was lurched forward, your back arched against the table, causing the nurse beside you to scream and drop her clipboard.

Turns out you were dead but somehow your killer disease also healed you. You were still weak of course you wouldn't just waltz out suddenly with the heart and lungs of a runner but at least you weren't dying, for now.

When the hospital called your parents they received no answer. Neighbors came by with clothes and packed bags for you, telling you that if you needed a place to stay then you are welcomed to do so. You were confused but your answers were answered by a voicemail your parents had left the elderly couple.

All was well thought, you spent your time listening to their stories, cooking, and cleaning. You tried to go to community college but decided against it, instead you took up a part time job at a local cafe that pays just enough, not great but you can't complain, your money just went straight to the elderly couple since you really didn't have a need for it.

A couple years have gone by, the value of your neighborhood became less and less as crime and violence became more and more. Villains started to stalk their way amongst the residents of the town, spreading fear and destruction while the hero's tried their best to look out for us little guys.

You remember rushing back home after hearing on the news about an explosion near your house. You dropped the cups that this group of teenagers ordered and dashed out the store.

Sweatt and out of breath, your knees gave out from beneath you, making you crumble to the floor seeing your home crumbled to a pile of rubble and the only people that cared for you, underneath it.

You're not sure how or when it happened but you ignored the dressed up people from a distance who was fighting and crawled over to the hot broken glass and bricks. Your tender soft hands started to dig through the mess, looking for cloth that was still attached to a body. It felt like hours of you trying to yank their bodies from the pile while still I shock. You didnt notice the tears streaming and cleaning your ashy dirty face nor the hand hot hand that gripped your shoulder.

Looking up you see a villain, Dabi. His bright blue eyes look at you in confinement and disgust but morphed to sadness and...and regret when he noticed your state.

Your ears started to ring stopping you from hearing whatever he was trying to tell you. Your body regained its strength and you stood up and shoved the tall male away.

You screamed and cursed at him, blaming him of the death of your loved ones.

"It wasn't us"

Somehow you were able to hear that. It was him? It wasn't us? Who's us? The villains. If it wasn't the villains then could it be the- heros.

You hear him curse out before catching your passed out body as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Your head felt fuzzy. Your eyes shut but your senses all intact. You could hear the news on the tv. Like Dabi said the woman was saying how the wonderful Hero's stopped a group of Villains which ended up in a heated fight. The hero's ended up making more of a mess than they should, ending up with a total of twenty deaths but all in the name of protection for the overall safety of our wonderful city.

So he didnt lie.

No, he didn't

And no, he didnt kill you nor let others hurt you

Instead he helped you, let you stayed with him. Eventually with time and trust you guys fell in love, inseparable.

But no, that didnt stop him from becoming a villain and no, that didn't stop you from continuing to work as a waitress as if your lover wasn't a very known and feared man.

You wished you had listened to Dabi when he asked you to stop pushing yourself so much. But...you wanted to save up enough money so the two of you could run away from this feud and start a new life. So any extra hours and quick jobs you could find, you did. While pouring coffee your body suddenly giving out, telling you a ' I told you so' as your world went blank.

And this is how you ended up here. At this hospital for a couple of weeks, with your boyfriend ignoring everyone and only placing his time and energy on you.

You weren't sure how long you was looking at him or him looking at you, but you snap out of your thoughts to see your lover, Dabi staring at you with an unreadable expression.

"Fuck it. We are not spending you last days on this sad fucking word, in a boring ass hospital that smells like medicine and bleach," he abruptly stands up and starts to shove your personal items back in your bag.

"H-huh?" Your voice croaked and cringed at the lick of water.

"I'm getting you out of here" Dabi answers and brushes his thumb against your bottom lip before pulling out your clothes.

He helped you out of your ugly hospital gown and into a pair of leggings and a sweater. After slipping on your shoes and apply chapstick so your lips stop cracking and bleeding, he helped your shakey body up and fling your bag over his shoulder.

You guys made it out of the room and into the abandoned and quiet hallway. You felt Dabi tense as your eyes lock with the nurse's. She looked at Dabi and then at you before turning away and continuing to work on whatever she was doing.

Dabi huffs out happily and continues to guide you out to his car. After opening the door, buckling you in and sliding inside, the two of you started to drive out of the parking lot.

Your eyebrows furrowed when you watch him drive further and further away from your town, from your home.

"Where are we going" you look away from the dark outside scenery and to your boyfriends who's large hands is entangled with yours and his eyes locked on the road.

"I can't stop you from dying on me, but I can make sure your time before that is worth it," his croaky voice says before glancing at you with a soft smile on his face

You dont know where you family is or what they are doing but you hope they are doing well. You know you will meet the elderly couple who taught you so much once more.

And soon, one day, you know that you will be reunited with your lover once more

A/n: ahhh this is my first time writing something angst so please be easy on me haha. I'm not too keen on the ending but I kinda like and I hope you all do too ♡

PLEASE DONATE. The typhoon didn't hit me but it hit places near me and my province even though I live in the region where the typhoon hit(I'm so lucky and so grateful). Philippines is a very poor country with a corrupt fucking government. They will not do anything to help the people.

Hell, if you donate at least 15$+ (750 pesos for Filipinos) I'll draw anything for you to the best of my ability. Legit art of your oc, fandom or ABSOLUTELY ANYTHInG. Just please please donate. You have no idea how hard this hit so many lives. I'm begging

The Philippines just got hit by the strongest tropical cyclone ever recorded in history

Yesterday, November 1, 2020, Typhoon Rolly (international name Goni) hit the central part of Luzon, Philippines. 

source: https://twitter.com/DrJeffMasters/status/1322676688002625536?s=20

Like the tweet said, it is the most powerful tropical cyclone to hit landfall in recorded history. 

The typhoon has now passed, but the aftermath is bad. Houses destroyed, farmlands flooded, and many, many evacuees. If you would like to see what’s going on, check the hashtag #RollyPH on Twitter, there’s a lot, which brings me to the most important point

how you can help

You can donate to help relief operations. 

There are many donation drives currently being circulated on Twitter, and you can find them by searching the #ReliefPH hashtag, here are just a few that I’ve found that have an option to donate through PayPal.

source: https://twitter.com/MovePH/status/1323104274335719425?s=20

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source: https://twitter.com/MovePH/status/1323104238461878273?s=20

source: https://twitter.com/KayaNatinPH/status/1322819406578155520?s=20

And there are many many more. 

This is just the tip of the iceberg, a lot of people in my country are trying their absolute best to chip in and help those affected, but help from outside would definitely be something that could go a long way. 

If you can’t donate, maybe a reblog could bring this post to people who could. 

Thank you for reading. Stay safe and healthy, everybody.

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