Lillith looked at him, mouth open.
"Hey!" she called, getting her pudding and putting it on his face. "Oh, that look suits you!"
Loki proceeded to then grab a handful and throw it at Lillith’s head. Oh, this wasn’t going to turn into war soon.
"I believe it would suit you a lot more."
As soon as the cake touched her face, she pounced on Luke; rubbing the pudding in her face.
"You are so getting it! Eat it all!"
Loki grabbed her waist, lifting her and carried her around the kitchen, trying to shake her off. “No way am I eating all your food!” he called, through the pudding filled mouth.
As she was carried around the kitchen, she held on to him tight, still throwing pudding at him. Until she heard the door open. Lillith could see it looked wrong. She had her legs around his hips and was very close to his face, red and bothered. He was covered in mixture and holding her ass. She looked at the door, awkwardly.
So, last night, I was getting ready to go out with my boyfriend to a dance at my school (which was cancelled due to lack of ticket sales) and, I had a nice black vest and a nice white shirt, and my uncle had just came home the other day from the mine (my uncle is homophobic and he has abused me many times throughout my child hood) and when I had came out of my room to show my memere how nice I looked, my uncle was in the room that i thought my grandma/memere would be in (she was downstairs doing laundry), and he asked me why I wasnt wearing a dress.
my memere and dad both know that I am transgendered and they respect that, however, my uncle does not, and he did not know.
so I decided to sit down and tell him the truth.
he listened carefully and quietlly through all of it, but at the end of my explanation he had said, “I didn’t raise you to be fucked up.”
I agreed, I am a huge mess, I have been for years, but my sexuality and gender identity is not a fuck up, so I argued with him.
he got to a point where, after so many months of piece, he slapped me.
and threw me to the ground and kicked me in the stomach, of course I had puked, and it hurt, a lot.
he grabbed me by the shirt and asked me, “are you a girl”, I said no, my sex is female, but my gender is male..and he dragged me to his room.
he once had a big dog, and he made that dog wear an eletrical dog collar, and weve always kept it in his room, because we dont need it (my uncle killed the dog), he threw me onto the bed and said,” ill ask you one more time, are you a girl” I said no.
held grabbed my wrist, and held onto it tightly, I have a bruise from how tight he was grabbing it, and he pulled out the dog collar, threw me back onto the bed, sat on me, and put the collar on me… then he began yelling, are you a girl, you are a girl, are you a girl, you are a girl, and my response of course was no, no, no, I am male, I am male.
whenever I said that, he would shock me, and it was /hell/.
I was screaming, which only caused the shocks to get worse and worse, and then he said, “do you want to find out how faggots have sex!?” of course I already know this, but still I said no no no no stop stop stop.
my memere had finally heard me and came rushing to the bedroom, and tried to make my uncle stop, but he pushed her down, and thanked god she was okay.. since shes very fragile and all.
she then ran back to the stairs to call up my dad, and oh boy did he run.
he ran up stairs and shoved my uncle away from me and started fighting with him, yelling, punching, kicking, and such so on.
my memere got the collar off of me and brought me into her room, and after my dad and uncle were done fighting, my uncle had grabbed the things he needed and left, shouting a few insults at us.
we called the police today, but they cant find him.
we dont have money for a lawyer, all we have is a counsellor, im not going to ask for money, all I ask for is support.
I dont know what this will do, but please spread this around, this has affected me and family members greatly. I was taken to a hospital today to check if there was any damage on my insides that we dont know of and thankfully there was no damage, just scarring, emotionally and physically. i had a horrifying nightmare relating to this as well.
If you have abused somebody, raped somebody, insulted somebody, in any way possible, I hope this can somehow change your way of heart, and realize how much this can horrify a person, and ruin their lives. it made my life 97x worse than it already is.
:’( oh god
What an asshole.
My dad WAS a homophobe, until he found out I was gay.
Now he’s a-okay with it.
I hope they find this asshole and you can get the peace and happiness you deserve.
Tony knew stepping out onto the frozen lake was a bad idea, but he had to rescue the ball somehow. He slid carefully along until he was next to it, picking it up and tossing it toward the shore. He started back and a loud crack underneath him caught his attention.
"Oh shit," he whispered as he tried to scramble away. The ice, however, had other plans for him. He fell through as the ice fell away from him. He let out a cry as he hit the water with a splash, kicking his way toward the surface before trying to pull himself out of the water.
Lillith stayed on the side of the lake, biting her finger nervously. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to let Tony get Sam’s ball. He was only four, they could amuse themselves but Tony was adamant to get that ball back. Tony got to the ball and tossed it to the shore where Sam and Prim ran of too, Lillith decided to wait where she was.
Then Tony stopped walking. Lillith looked at him, frowning.
"What are you doing?" she called. "Come on!"
It was so quick, one second Tony was standing there, the next he was in the lake. Lillith yelled as she quickly jumped onto the ice and made her way towards him. Nice one Lillith, get yourself killed but she couldn’t stop now. Running towards Tony, she held her hand over the hole.
Tony had a bag in his hands, filled to capacity with Christmas decorations. He was sneaking them into the Tower to hide them in one of the unused labs. He hated Christmas, hated all the memories it brought to the surface. On top of that, he thought it was a stupid holiday overall.
He got into the Tower and pressed the button for the elevator that would take him downstairs.
Lillith had been working late; even on Christmas she preferred to have her work done and set to the side than struggle. She walked down the hallway, calling the elevator; when she forgot where her phone was. Going through her bag, angrily she heard the elevator open and stepped in. She didn’t even see her boss as she looked through the compartments.
Until she looked up to see what floor she was on and saw her boss, holding a bag and looking guilty.
"Who did you kill?"
"Much worse" Loki joked, even though he knew the truth. He knew she had no clue but Loki knew the truth of what worse was and it saddened him. "So, Lillith, why are you helping me out?"
"Maybe I like you." Lillith teased. "Maybe I just hate that you have no clothes or maybe, just maybe James made me."
Loki snorted at that. “I highly doubt the last two.”
Lillith didn’t answer that. She walked on, pretending to ignore him.
He knew that Lillith was ignoring him so Loki decided to not tease her further. She was paying for his jacket, as they arrived at a store, he looked at Lillith questioningly.
"What is so good about this tailor?"
She was glad that he didn’t question her silence and before she knew it, they had arrived at her favourite store. Admittedly it was meant for men but every time Lillith went past it, she just wanted a man dressed in their clothes.
"No particular reason." Lillith said, opening the door for him.
Pushing her in as he opened the door for her instead, he smirked. The smell of leather hit his nostrils hard and he sort of liked the look of each jacket.
"So, Lillith; what do you think will suit me?"
Lillith looked around the shop, stopping at certain aisle of leather jackets.
"Umm.. these" she said, pointing at the circle of different jackets.
My muse sits on your muse’s lap, hooks their arms around their neck and whispers, “Do me.” What happens next?
- Old Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character you have Role Played before. (If this if your first muse, then you may deny the M!A.)
- Artificial Heart: The muse no longer feels emotions- no pain, no anger, no rage. They simply become an apathetic shell. Can be broken early if something strong enough manages to break their "emotional inhibitor."
- Unknown Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character you know absolutely nothing about. (You may research a bit of your character before beginning.)
- Silver and Cold: The world just isn't the same, is it? It's so cruel and grey, there just isn't any point anymore... Muse is now suicidal for six hours.
- I'm Melting!: Muse cannot stop bleeding from the mouth, nose, or eyes (anon's choice). Muse cannot pass out from blood loss.
- Frozen to the Core: Muse becomes extremely cold natured and seeks any form of warmth.
- Jack the Ripper: Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue... Or finishes the job.
- Just Shut Up!: Muse hears voices in their head. Anon can pick whose voice it is.
- Lights: Turn the lights on! Your muse has a sudden addiction to lights. All lights are beautiful. Must look at lights. Lasts a full week.
- Bikinis and Big Booties Y'all: Whoo! For one entire night, your muse suddenly wants to get drunk and party.
- Overprotective: Muse becomes obsessive of the person Anon chooses.
- Afraid of Your Own Shadow: Muse is unnaturally skittish and afraid of everything around them for 24 hours.
- Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours
- Chibi: Stuck as a chibi- adorable, but only 2'4'' in height...
- Dreams: Muse is able to trespass in the dreams and nightmares of others for 48 hours.
- Power: Muse gains _______ (Anon specifies) as a power for 17 hours.
- Pretty Please: My Character must grant favours of anyone who asks. So long as they say please. (Anon decides duration)
- Reverse: Muse's personality will be extremely opposite for (Anon decides)
- S-S-Stop!: Muse develops a bad stutter for 24 hours.
- What Are You, Chicken?: Muse gets the chicken pox. Anon decides if there are any magical side effects for 24 hours.