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Catherine… catrina…

Helb

Scratching, biting, clawing at her own flesh until some sort of anger was let out.

But it was no use.

She wore anger like a tattoo. Permanently. Her body tattooed full of all her self deprecating thoughts. Skin drowned in ink. Pores clogged of red.

Her heart had scarred in the shape of turtle shell.

She scratches at the shelled tattoo, watching it break, skin splitting open.

Every night had been training, sharpening, polishing that hatred into a beautiful weapon to accommodate Evelynn’s every weak spot.

A masterpiece she’d worked on for years.

A fantasy she had. Of killing Evelynn. Of satisfaction. The fantasy that her parents’ deaths had meaning.

Not that they were just another fidget in Evelynn’s pile of toys.

And then this random undercity teen came along. Angsty, stupid, reckless. Ended that black hole of a being with a bullet to the head.

That was all it took.

Vayne had been upstaged by somebody twice as weak.

It was living proof.

It was living proof that her damage wasn’t for anything.

None of it meant anything. She was just another gamble in the casino of life.

It wasn’t good damage.

It didn’t make her good. Or strong. Or even interesting.

It just made her damaged.

And the idea that it was so easy to kill that beast meant… her parents could’ve done it. Could’ve protected themselves.

But they didn’t. They were weak.

And their weakness was in her blood.

She thought her damage could decorate her skill.

Every night was a sharpie bath of red.

But it never had any effect.

Her skin didn’t color red. It simply poisoned.

Her life was useless, miserable. Just as useless and miserable as her goal.

This was all for nothing.

It meant that she could’ve been happy. It meant she could’ve still had her family, and she could’ve grown up to live happily ever after.

…

That idea alone turned her heart into sand.

I can’t be… here. I need to be home. I need to be away from him. I need to be away from Noxus.

I’ll die here. I’ll die here and they’ll never find my body!!

I gotta go home.. but home is all war torn too. Where do i go… where do i go… i need to find a ship.

You can’t trust anybody.

They hide things from you, they betray you.

You can never really know everything about the people you love.

Thats why Catra betrayed Jinx.

That’s why Viktor left the continent without even saying goodbye.

That’s why Frey-

Vayne sighs.

And y’know what? I don’t expect any of you to just become friends again.

I think you’re all shards of broken bottles glued together to make a Frankenstein bottle.

You keep trying to make yourselves fit together because you’re all broken. But you won’t.

You should all part ways after we kill Evelynn.

But what do I know?

He got to this world through a weird magical blue blocky portal.

Apparently the world he’s from is full of three dimensional pixels, so everybody looks like a cube.

So now he always needs to fucking use me as a human anatomy reference!

I said “why not use Vi or something” and he told me that my body type looked more “generic” which im pretty sure was a light jab at me.

He trots around the forge in his little green overalls.

Usually Jayce is in the forge, but Jayce is too busy with dumb bullshit like running around Noxus with his little bitch boy Viktor.

Our armor guy gives everybody attitude too!

And Cecil won’t get rid of him!

Quite a different world… it seems.

I’m only here because I can’t go back home yet.

I can’t see them.

None of them know that I’m gone.

I’ll come back when I’m ready…

Soon.

I didn’t really like it with stranger things tho but when done right it’s absolute EYE CANDY

I love the mix of 2D and 3D with super beautiful scenery

I want to keep her forever.

All of my life I have been running from the empty void.

I used to be content with feeling nothing. I used to be content with being nothing.

Once I got a taste of chaos, I had never felt so alive. It was new. It was exciting. It was the fulfillment that I didn’t realize I needed.

It can be jarring for the feeling to be stripped away from you.

All of it gone in an instant…

People mistake my solitude for mere boredom.

But boredom is a feeling.

Without my high I feel… nothing.

A void that scares me. I have been running from it for so long.

I’ve been judged lots. I don’t know what they think I am doing wrong, but I don’t care. For the first time… I feel something.

I thought I would need to accept that I’m running.

But then Catra appeared.

This… vulnerable thing that attaches itself to you unconditionally. Dependent on you.

I had never felt so important.

My heart had never felt so heavy .

It was the first time that I felt something without needing to chase it.

This creature that just needs you… unconditionally. Will do anything for your approval.

Catra is my feelings button.

I have never been so attached to a toy.

And as long as she keeps needing me, I am content.

I want to keep her.

It’s not like I can help it anyway. She tempts me to hurt her. To use her.

A way to feel without getting my hands messy.

I need her so much.

I want to keep this feeling.

I want her to myself.

This… mortal creature has me on its leash. Constantly holding power over me… taking advantage of me.

I am being controlled. And that is okay. I need this. I need to feel. It blocks the void out…

I am happy. She makes me feel happy. She makes me feel important when clings to me. When she wants me to use her.

When I hurt her, she acts as my good luck charm.

I love this feeling.

u/Riverioli u/Godzilla_R0AR

Hey, nonbinary feminist.

Over the past few weeks I’ve had a few arguments with some terfs online.

It made me feel shitty at first.

Most of them had the same argument.

“Transgenderism is bad because gender as a concept is inherently sexist.”

I couldn’t argue back. It was a pretty fair point at first.

It made me feel terrible… like “holy shit, am I actively participating in the patriarchy by identifying as nonbinary?”

But after a bit of thinking, I realized something.

Every single terf I talked to kept contradicting themselves.

Fun fact: most terfs actually agree with the argument that gender is a social construct. So they feel upset that trans people keep that social construct alive.

They claimed labels like “man” and “woman” were oppressive in themselves. So creating other gendered labels was just keeping that oppression alive.

Yet… they’d still refer to themselves as women.

They would claim gender wasn’t real, yet still accused trans people of “imitating” it.

They would say that gender was oppressive, but would still argue that “woman = adult human female”, and literally label people by gender. They would say “gender is oppressive because it puts labels on males and females” and then KEEP USING those labels.

I made an argument that it was weird to define people by their genitalia. Whenever I brought it up, they wouldn’t even argue back. They’d just bring the topic to “women should be proud of their genitalia!!” and “there are trans reassignment surgeries to mimic certain genitalia!!”

They’d try to make me look like a creep by putting words in my mouth or highly exaggerating the things I said.

After thinking about it all… I remembered that in a perfect world, everybody would be androgynous and dead.

Being trans or in that circle is (in my experience) a psychological response to trying to escape gender norms and patriarchy that have been forced upon them since babies. Because the truth is… most people are too complex for such broad categories. So when they’re put in a society where everything needs to be labeled, they make up new labels to escape the ones forced upon them.

And terfs think that it’s a problem to do that. But instead of blaming the people responsible for the patriarchy, they blame the victims for ‘keeping it around’.

Terfs claim to be so feminist, while COVERING for the patriarchy by blaming victims of it.

They blame trans people for keeping gender around, but they themselves aren’t ready to let go of gender.

They’re hypocrites. And they believe that they’re the only people who can use gender as a self expression instead of an oppressive label.

They have no actual interest in the fall of the patriarchy.

They just want to wrap their disgust and confusion towards trans people in a little feminist bow so they look more reasonable.

They view feminism as a costume for conservatives who are embarrassed of their own views!

And then have the NERVE to call people like us conservative, and sexist, and male centered.

You can even see it in the people they choose to support. Their one voice is JK Rowling, who claims to be feminist, but bullies women who don’t live up to her standards, and in her own books favors all of her male characters over her female characters. THEIR ONLY VOICE WHICH THEY ACTIVELY SUPPORT IS A MISOGYNIST.

And as a feminist… that pisses me off.

And after all of this, I still feel like shit.

I’m sorry, I had to rant.

Vayne had sworn she was going crazy. Everywhere she went, even in her own home, everything had started to look like a set. A movie set.

She had found little camera lenses on almost everything she owned. Even in her own eyes.

Some parts of the Demacian kingdom were starting to look as though they were rooms.

Her life began to feel as though it were being directed.

She could read blocks of code on her skin. As if every single line were automated.

She went to sleep that night, attempting to convince herself that it was nothing. Trying to ignore it.

She woke up in a… hammock. A hammock of dark pink stripes. The world looked as if it had some sort of… art style change. But how was that possible.

She was in some kind of laboratory. It had a pit specifically for testing bombs. Graffiti was decorated absolutely everywhere it fit.

But there was a peace to waking up in a different place. Nothing felt… fake.

She could only theorize being in a different universe as she sat up.

Everything hurt… it was as though gravity had warped her whole body.

But why was she here? Was she kidnapped?

I made him

Yesterday, all of my cocaine disappeared mysteriously… like the man upstairs was trying to keep me safe. He even made my nose itchy as a sign of what could happen if I continued.

I could feel God watching me, it creeped me out just a little too much so a barricaded my door and blocked off all my windows.

It’s crazy what he can do… thank you god!!