Twoeyedshockwave-lol - Shockwave?

Reblog if you genuinely support asexuals

It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals

Necessities (WIP FOR NOW.)

-this is an autodale au where a small rebellion group that operated in secret in order to not be discovered by the town. Will they succeed in their attempt to break free from their dystopia? Or will they be discovered and slaughtered like the rest of them?

Tw: blood, cussing (not so heavy on cursing but it's still there), a hostage situation, mentions of massacre, weapons (knifes, axes, guns, things like that), some body horror (it's not gonna be bloody body horror if that's what ur worried abt), and worst of all my OCs.

-this is a sfw fic but only in the aspect of not having any sexual themes, so yeah.

Written by twoeyedshockwave-lol

"Dear citizens of autodale. We hear your concerns of the sudden disappearances of relatives or close friends. We also hear your concerns of other citizens acting strange or frantic or even hostile to you. If you encounter a person like this then please report them to authorities immediately for they can serve a purpose on finding these people who have gone missing. This matter will be resolved in a quick and timely manor, we are truly sorry citizens of autodale and we will find the lost citizens at once. This concludes our psa."

A lone figure walks the sidewalks in the dead of night, he caries grocery bags full of food as he follows the sidewalk illuminated by the slender and tall street lamps. Then a metal clamping noise trotted behind him getting louder and louder every step. The man came to a halt and the noise did too, "greetings citizen." The thing said in a welcoming and robotic manor. The man turned around in a quick manor, his black fedora covered most of his hair and his mask was pure white with a gleeful smile plastered on to it. "Ah. Yes hello." The man responded to the thing in a cheerful tone but truly he was aggravated by the voice of that dreadful thing. The thing was a handyman. A robot with a boxy structure and skinny arms with only one purpose, to protect and to kill. "I see it's a late-night run to the store citizen." It said while turning its head to the grocery bags in the man's hands. The man tapped his foot and dryly chuckled, "ah well, my wife really wanted her confort food so one late trip wouldn't hurt, would it?" He said in a chipper tone when really under his thin patience was the urge to leave that horrid thing. The handyman then turned his attention to the man again, "have you noticed anything rather strange lately citizen?" The robot asked. The man's patience was wearing by the second. "Ah, no sir. I'm glad you asked though, I appreciate the heartfelt things that you do to help our people survive." The man pushed out his response. "Why thank you citizen." The handyman delighted. The man then turned around and started to walk in his previous direction. "Wait citizen." The handyman halted the man by grabbing his shoulder. The man's patience was wearing faster by the handyman's action "y-yes sir?"He gulped in his anger, he just wanted to go home. "Be...safe citizen."The handyman said in a delayed manor, as if the thing was hesitant. "Oh. Thank you sir." The man said on a relieved tone, the handyman then let go of the man's shoulder and sent him on his way. Another pair of clamping then approached the handyman. "Anything strange?" The other handyman conversed. "I would keep a close eye on that citizen. Something is off about him." The handyman said while staring at the man speed walking away from the scene.

The man then arrived home and unlocked the door to his one-story home. "Papa!" A little girl cheered while running to her father. "Erica!" He cheered while letting his daughter hug him. Then a woman with beautiful features walked to him and hugged him. "Thank you love." She hummed and took some of the groceries from him. "And these are for the others I believe?" She smiled, the man nodded and removed his mask. Under his mask was a round face with a set of beautiful green eyes. His cheeks were a flush of red at this moment due to his encounter with the handyman. "I may need help carrying these things to them." He sighed, the little girl then lit up and jumped around, "Can I help?! Please please please please please please!?" She begged and jumped happily. "Of course of course! Just be careful okay?" The man chuckled seeing his daughter jumping around happily at his answer. They both carried the grocery bags, the man carrying the more heavy ones and his daughter carrying the smaller ones.

They both enter their small backyard with a small and lonesome shed that sat in the middle, the man opened the shed doors to reveal a lot of gardening supplies and a single sheet covering a lump in the middle. The man kicked the sheet away and his daughter closed the doors to the shed behind her. Under the sheet was a manhole, he opened it and jumped down it with groceries in hand. The sewers were completely dark until he reached for a switch on the side of the tunnel. He swiched it on which made the sewers illuminate rainbow lights that guided them to a door at the end. His daughter then jumped down and he caught her. "Rainbow tunnel!" Her laugh echoed through the tunnel. They both walked to the door which had a do not enter sign on it. "You may do the honors, Erica." The man smiled. Erica then knocked in a rhythmical pattern and waited at the door. Then the door was answered. The door creaked open slowly. A man poked his head out the door slightly. "Oh! Hi Erica!" The mysterious man said in a gleeful voice. He then opened the door fully, he was wearing a grey fedora but his hair was visible, his eyes gleamed in the rainbow lights and he had an inviting smile on his face. "Hi, Mr. Charles! This is for you!" She gave him the grocery bags full of goodies. "Oh! Are you sure? This is very thoughtful of you Erica!" He said but his attention was quickly turned to her father. "Are you sure Mr felicity? This is a lot for the group." Charles was anxious about this offer. "Charles, this is the least we can do. You are doing a wonderful deed for future generations. When I say this is the least we can do, this is the least we can do for you guys." Mr Felicity grinned and Charles couldn't help but shed a tear of joy. "Oh uhm, my goodness thank you then. This truly helps a lot." Charles wholeheartedly thanked Mr felicity. Charles then sent them on their way back up and close the door to the hideout. He looks at the flag hung up at the back wall and looks down at the multiple bags of food he's holding. "For future generations." He mumbles and looks back at the flag. The flag is stained red and in the middle Is a logo of a mask broken perfectly in half. "For future generations...I like the ring of that." Charles repeated to himself and a warm smile crept on his face.

"Shadow? Shadow wake up. Shadow?" The voice of a woman repeated over and over again until finally the man wakes up. He opens his eyes to reveal a soft glow that emits from his robotic pupils. "Ah goodmorning...or I should say afternoon shadow." The voice taunted him, shadow groaned and lays back down on his dirty mattress. "What do you think your doing shadow? You've slept enough for today." The voice reminded shadow in a slightly annoyed tone. Shadow then got up and tapped the temple of his head. "sorry hive." He muttered, his voice was deep and he had a slight Scottish accent. "No matter, but hurry and freshen up. We have a situation we need for you to attend." Hive encouraged shadow. He looked at the clock attached to his baren walls, it was 5 pm. Shadow mustered enough strength to get out of bed, he then stood in his cluttered room. His carpet littered with cigar buds and stained with alcohol. He stopped cleaning his room a long time ago. Shadows room looks like a hoarders room with all the clutter, and it reeks in there too.