#But reveal em in interesting ways at least

[ask-spoilt-pizza-au]

First up, Pepperman and The Vigilante!

(( Why both at once? Cause they're constantly together anyway, it'd be a shame to split them apart.

More or less I wanted to lean into the personalities they have already, but to crank em up a bit.

They're two of the five strongest creations in the tower, as well as close friends of P. his leads them both to be rather simply manipulated by him, especially given how gradual it was.

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Pepperman is a loud and proud figure, constantly boasting about his mastery of the arts and his determination and perseverance to never half-ass any of his creations was there for everyone to see.

Thus, P started taking advantage of that.

P would constantly commission Pepperman. At first it was in reasonable quantities, maybe a painting every so often, maybe a little statuette here and there. But the amount and speed that P started demanding became absurd.

Pepperman deep down could tell that he was accepting more work than he can handle, but his pride wouldn't listen. He kept staying up longer and longer to finish the pieces, to the point where if you were to ask, he probably wouldn't even remember the last time he painted or even sketched for himself. Or when he last slept.

That's the state our protagonists would hind him in; very very overworked.

Rather unfinished first encounter with Pepperman^ (Check alt text if anything is hard to understand)

And here's a bunch of miscellaneous art of him (explanations in alt):

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Vigilante is a serious and gruff fellow who puts his farm and the people he cares about before himself. He used to be a Vigilante until he got promoted to the Sheriff not too long ago. Now he just wears the name cause he's used to it. No outlaw can escape his wrath, as he's very handy with a gun and loves practicing using it in sparring matches.

This is where P ruins that for him.

P used to just have fun little matches with Vigi, fighting fair and often allowing him to win as just a thanks for spending time with him. But, as time went on, it became relentless.

P would constantly attempt to catch Vigi off-guard to "test his reflexes", not quite to the point of keeping him awake, but rather just making him paranoid and fearful of each minute he's awake. His hand was constantly on the trigger of his gun to feel at least a little in control. And P doesn't go easy on him either. He's left actual dents and errors in the cheese, wounds that shouldn't even be possible.

But Vigilante doesn't know how to stop it. If he were to say stop, he'd be angering his boss and more importantly friend. He cares about the time they've spent together, but knows at the same time that this is becoming far too much for him to handle.

And that's how you meet him, high-strung, worried about disappointing P.

I never finished the intro to him, but it would've taken place not along after Pepperman's. In fact, in the same room, like, canonically like ten minutes apart. He'd go in there to discuss about getting ready for P's big event and just casually reveal to Peppibow about them being a clone, which would lead to quite a bit of tension as well as the proper in color introduction to P.

Misc art of Vigi:

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Their relationship would be up in the air. They were gonna be written as friends, but could be read as whatever the reader wants.

Vigilante would often drag Phil (as he calls Pepperman, since it's his real name), to Noisette's Cafe as a way to relax whenever he was pushing himself too hard.

Pepperman would be there to hear Vigi discuss his situation and give advice, which more or less fell on deaf ears, but were appreciated nonetheless.

They've been friends as long as they can remember, to the point that they can't even remember ever meeting, just that they always knew eachother.

Comic of Vigilante pulling Phil away from his work to take a break^ (I was gonna originally make a better digital version but haven't gotten to it)

First refs of them^

Bonus info:

Pepperman's final design doesn't have a bow, since its colors would've been decided by askers. Thus it would've been added after the votes were in.

Vigi was originally gonna have a cheese pattern bow that would work similar to the patterns do in Chowder.

All of Fun Farm is Vigilante's farm.

Pepperman would be on the spectrum.

I forgot that Pepperman's small form exited while making him, so he has nothing to do with that.

Vigilante was planned to die in one of the drafts after revealing to Peppibow that they're a clone, as P had specifically told Vigi and the other bosses not to do that, and thus gets angered. P would pop his hand through a portal, crush the life out of him and then drag him away, leaving Pepperman and everyone else in the room horrified. And that was one of planned introductions to P. I decided against it, as Vigi didn't really do anything to deserve that fate and plus it would've been rather anti-climactic in general.

#spoilt pizza au #pizza tower au #pizza tower #vigilante #pepperman #I'm gonna format all of them similarly to this #But reveal em in interesting ways at least #I hope #The order will be from least story involved to most #Not importance #At least to me #Cause Pepperman is important to me in very context and so is Vigi #I care them dearly #And that's why they're just mega hc versions of the original Pizza Tower characters #I guess that's technically what all the characters in this AU are like #Except maybe Fake Peppino #Who knows

[signedkoko]

(separate) lucifer and striker with an s/o who fell from the heavens headcanons!! the more closer they get, the more they realize their s/o was one of the angels on the council but didn’t condone the extermination — of which, they were casted down to hell.

Lucifer | Striker X Reader [Romantic]

In which they know you are a fallen angel, but not the extent to which you protected hell. Reader is genderneutral.

Lucifer could sense your presence quite fast

But only because you weren't an exterminator—no, you were something far stronger

It pained him to see a new angel cast down, the first since he was, bloodied and caught in the fiery pit you'd have to call home

He understood you must have been an angel that came along after him, though, because he didn't recognize you

Either way, Lucifer offered you a place to stay and let you adjust to life in hell through his lens—a safe house where demons couldn't bother you as much

Of course, he also wanted to make sure the news of your existence didn't get out

He could only imagine the kinds of people who might want to get their hands on a fresh angel

Even though he was cast down himself, Lucifer is very flattered that you know him and that you speak so highly of him

You quickly worm your way into his heart, and he loves talking to you a lot about his past and all the things he kept buried within him

Even down here, you still seemed happy, although a tad uneasy

He won't pressure you for your backstory too much, but with his knowledge of heaven he is able to gather that you were at least a mid-ranking angel on the council

Your position exactly, he wasn't sure

He only found out after he spoke about his daughter's plan with the hotel

" Thats a wonderful idea! They may cast me down for demanding an end to extermination, but I won't let them ruin your daughters redemption plans. "

You dropped it so casually that he almost missed it, swooning at how supportive of Charlie you were

Actually chokes

Please give him a moment to catch his breath because, wait, really?

That explains a lot, at least

Of course, heaven would cast down the most beautiful of angels just for being kind to even the most damned beings

That same anger within him roars back to life, both for you being shut down and for how he, too, was treated in heaven

He'd make sure your life was far better here, no matter what it took

Being a fallen angel is already an extremely worrisome background for Striker, especially following his hate for royalty

Not that a fallen angel is royalty, but the power dynamic is hard for him to get over, as guilty as he feels now for holding it against you

When you first met, he saved you from another bounty hunter

Saved is the wrong word

He stole you so he could get a prize himself

But it all backfired when you were just so kind and curious, and offering you up to some terrible people didn't feel like the right move

Striker told himself he'd hold onto you until he knew the true value of an angel, but that may have just been him stalling for time

Either way, your charm worked wonders, and now he was stuck with the most attention-grabbing partner in all of hell

Oh well, he knew he could protect you

While he was curious about your life in heaven, Striker was extremely used to not asking questions about others past

But the more he knew, the more he wanted to know

Every few months, you'd tell a story that revealed a new interesting piece of information, things that made him wonder what you had to have done to be so harshly cast down

It all made sense when he puzzled it together one afternoon, when you were particularly fond of your past memories

" I hope Em isn't in trouble too. "

" Why so? "

" Well, she also thought killing demons was pretty bad... "

" Of course, hun. "

As usual he nods along with you before he freezes and jumps out of his chair

" Hol on now, what? "

Striker is able to puzzle things together fast, and he's not sure if he's more pissed at the angels above you or if he's surprised you felt that way

He'd always assumed no angels thought good of demons, but this changed things

Next extermination, he wants to have a hand at capturing one of those winged fuckers and seeing if he can force some more out of them

Author's Note - DEVIL FINALLY I GOT TO UR REQ!!! More Striker content, love to see it- and ofc Lucifer, who I know is about to be eaten up by every person in this god forsaken community. Thank you for requesting 🖤

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #lucifer #lucifer x reader #striker #striker x reader

[itneverendshere]

guilty conscience (+18)

chapter i

pairing: rafe cameron x female!reader

summary: when ward cameron, a renowned business man and millionaire specifically requested your services through an escort agency, you assumed it would be just another job—brief and straightforward. however, your entire world shifted when ward disclosed his true intentions and rafe cameron stumbled into your life. there were rules, and rules were meant to be followed.

was money worth breaking someone’s heart?

When your agency informed you that Ward Cameron was interested in hiring you for the entire summer, you weren’t the least bit fazed. 

A millionaire spending money on escorts? Groundbreaking.

But you were pleased to be the one getting paid.

The prospect of being hired for the entire summer by a millionaire was more than appealing, especially since it meant a steady stream of income without having to worry about searching for new clients.

You hoped that he wouldn't turn out to be a creep, like a few of the clients you had encountered in the past. While most of them were respectful, aware of the rules, and simply seeking companionship, there were always a few who made the experience an absolute nightmare.

But you remained optimistic. Ward Cameron's reputation preceded him as a successful and influential man. Nonetheless, it was wise to keep your guard up.

“Ward Cameron? As in the millionaire?!" Serena's surprise was palpable even through the phone. You called her the moment you got the email, your brain barely functioning.

"Yeah, that's the one," You confirmed, "You think I should take it? It’s just... it's a whole summer commitment. What if he's, like, super weird or something?”

“Do I think you should take it? Do I think—, duh, yes! Worst-case scenario, you bail after a week and come crash at my place.”

Serena's response came through with all the enthusiasm you expected from her. She was always the one to push you out of your comfort zone, in the best possible way.

"Pretty girl, you gotta seize the opportunity!" She continued, her excitement contagious even over the phone. "A millionaire summer gig? That's like winning the lottery, but, you know, better!"

You couldn't help but laugh, "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Serena."

"You know me, always the supportive friend," she a quipped back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You've got a point," you chuckled, shaking your head. "But seriously, what do you think?"

Serena's tone softened. "Honestly, it sounds like a sweet deal. A whole summer with a rich man? Sign me up. I mean, come on," she insisted. "Think of all the fancy parties, luxurious fits, and who knows what else! Plus, hello? Ka-ching!" She added, and you knew she was making a money gesture with her hand even though you couldn’t see her.

You couldn't help but grin at her enthusiasm. "Yeah, the paycheck isn't too shabby either."

"Just be sure to keep your pepper spray handy. You never know with these rich fuckers."

"Got it," you replied, rolling your eyes. "But hey, if he's anything like his reputation, it could be smooth sailing."

"Here's to hoping," Serena said, sounding genuinely hopeful. "Just promise me you'll spill all the juicy details when you get back."

"You know I will," you replied, already picturing the gossip-filled catch-up session you'd have with her at the end of the summer. "Thanks for telling me off the ledge."

"Anytime, babe," she said, her voice warm with affection. "Now go get 'em”.

The evening to meet him eventually arrived, and you found yourself seated at a luxurious table in a fancy restaurant nestled in the heart of Beverly Hills, with soft lighting casting a warm glow over the sophisticated decor. You were clad in a backless gold Dior gown that shimmered under the soft lighting. Your first big splurge years ago.

The dress hugged your curves in all the right places, its sleek silhouette exuding elegance. The plunging neckline revealed a hint of décolletage, adding a touch of allure to the ensemble.

It was a statement piece, designed to turn heads and command attention. You knew what you were doing, how to play the game.

There was no rookie move on your part, ever. You’d chosen it carefully, wanting to make a lasting impression on Ward without overshadowing the refined ambiance of your surroundings.

No matter how many times you did it, how confident you became in your craft, you still felt your heart pounding as you waited for him. He was certainly the most influential man you had ever encountered, and that kind of power freaked you the fuck out.

Moments later, he sauntered into the restaurant, every inch the epitome of sophistication. His suit was impeccably tailored to fit his frame. Each stitch seemed to scream, "I have money to burn." 

Which he did. 

You couldn't help but wonder just how much that suit cost.

Hundreds? Thousands? It was probably more money than you made in a month, maybe even two. Yet, there he was, wearing it like it was no big deal.

As he approached your table, a subtle smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Good evening, Mr. Cameron," you greeted him, rising to your feet with a polite smile. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."

"Ward, please," he replied smoothly, extending his hand for a handshake. "The pleasure is all mine. You look even more stunning than your photos."

You accepted his handshake, "Thank you, Ward. Shall we?" You gestured toward our table, and he nodded in agreement.

You found yourself scrutinizing his every move, trying to break down his intentions behind that charming facade.

“So tell me, what drove you into this…industry?”

The way he said it rubbed you the wrong way. His tone seemed condescending, which didn’t surprise you at all. It seemed like there was more behind his question than just casual curiosity. Was he testing you?

It felt as though he was probing, searching for something beyond the surface level. His demeanor carried a hint of arrogance that grated against your nerves. 

And honestly, you had punched men for lesser. 

Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you maintained your polite smile.

"Well, Ward, it's a combination of factors, really," You began, choosing your words carefully. "I've always been intrigued by the dynamics of human connection and the opportunity to create meaningful experiences for others."

Bullshit. 

You almost wanted to laugh at how easily the lie came out of your lips.

You did this because it was easy money. After all, men were stupid enough to pay for you to sit next to them at events, they were pawns, a means to an end, always. 

You watched his expression closely, noting the subtle shift in his demeanor. It was as though your response had piqued his interest, just like you planned. But you couldn’t underestimate a man of his caliber, surely, he wasn’t as easy to manipulate as the guy next door. 

Ward nodded, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. 

"Interesting," he mused, his tone neutral. "It's rare to find someone who approaches this line of work with such... philosophical perspective."

You resisted the urge to bristle at his comment, choosing instead to deflect.

"Well, I've always been a romantic at heart," you replied, injecting a hint of playfulness into your tone. "I suppose it's just part of my charm."

Again, bullshit. But he seems more interested in your shiny pink lipgloss than the words coming out of them.

 Men. 

To your relief, Ward chuckles softly, the tension in the air dissipating slightly.

"Indeed," he conceded, a hint of warmth softening his features. "Charm certainly seems to be one of your many qualities."

The dinner went smoothly. You let him show off and order for the both of you, complimenting his choice of wine even though it tasted like absolute shit, and you would have rather drown a beer than drink that ever again. But alas, there was a façade to maintain. 

Ward regaled you with stories of his business ventures, his travels, and his philanthropic endeavors. You listened attentively, nodding and smiling at all the right moments, even if you would rather shoot yourself in the foot than listen to another white savior tale of his. 

“If you don’t mind, Ward, I’d like to discuss our arrangement.”

His eyebrows rose in curiosity as he set down his wine glass, turning his attention fully to you. "Of course, my dear. Straight down to business, I like that.”

Ew. 

You leaned back in your chair, “I’m sure you’ve been informed about the agency’s policy. I’d just like to know what events you’d like me to attend.”

Ward's only stared at you for a moment before he leaned foward, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Ah, yes, the agency's policy. Quite straightforward, isn't it?" He mused, swirling the wine in his glass absently.

You nodded, keeping your expression neutral, though inside, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension. What have you gotten yourself into?

“Indeed.” you replied evenly, your voice betraying none of your inner turmoil.

“I’m afraid this job is going to be a little different from what you’re used to, honey.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. What the hell was that supposed to mean? You had encountered your fair share of peculiar clients in the past, but something about Ward's demeanor sent a shiver down your spine. 

Suppressing the urge to bolt from your seat, you forced a polite smile and nodded, trying to maintain an air of professionalism, “I see. Different in what way?" 

He sighed, running a hand through his greyish hair, “Truth is, I didn’t hire you for myself.”

You blinked, trying to process Ward's words as your mind tried not to jump into the worst possible case scenario. What did he mean he didn't hire you for himself? 

“I don’t understand?”

Ward studied you with a calculating gaze. "I apologize for any confusion," he began, his tone measured. "You see, I didn't hire you to be my companion for the summer."

A cold knot of dread formed in the pit of your stomach. You hated people who can’t just jump straight to the point, circling the subject like a stupid party trick. 

"Then who did you hire me for?" you asked. 

Ward's lips curled into a knowing smile, and for a moment, you felt a surge of panic coursing through you.

"I hired you for my son."

Okay, what the fuck.

You were positive your face probably gave away your exact thoughts, because he was speaking again before you could spit out the words. 

Ward continued, his tone taking on a note of urgency. "You see, my son has been going through a difficult time lately.”

You only hoped you were not about to get roped into spending the entire summer with a man-child.

“Define difficult.”

“Two years ago he recovered from a drug addiction.”

You didn’t want to sound like an insensitive bitch, but drug addiction problems were more than common among the rich kids.

“Okay. And?”

“And he’s better now. He’s great, actually—“

“But?” You interrupted with a tilt of you head, “What’s the catch?”

“Recently, he’s been spending time with a girl, who I do not approve of.”

Roping you into a situation like this felt incredibly manipulative, not to mention unfair to both you and his son. You were not born to put up with other people family drama.

“Why don’t you approve of her?”

Ward snorts, wiping his lips with the napkin, “She’s not good enough for him. Hangs around with the kind of people that ruined his life.”

"And you think hiring me to spend time with your son will somehow fix…this?" you asked, skepticism lacing your tone.

“You’re not just spending time with him, honey.”

“Excuse me?”

He brought his hands to his face, rubbing, “I need you to date him.”

He must be out of his fucking mind.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter. The absurdity of the situation struck you harder, “Date him?" you repeated between cracks, shaking your head in disbelief. 

The man was clearly going through a mid-life crisis because there was no fucking way he was being serious.

Ward's expression darkened, his brows furrowing in irritation as your laughter filled the restaurant. 

"Is something amusing?" his voice cut through the air like a blade.

You struggled to stifle your laughter, the weight of his serious tone finally sinking in.

"I'm sorry," you managed to say between chuckles, though the amusement still lingered in your voice. "I thought you weren’t serious.”

Ward's jaw clenched, “You think I’d be here if I wasn’t serious?” he snapped, his tone stern. "My time is money.”

"Well, forgive me for finding the situation...unexpected," you reply, exaggeratedly flicking your gaze upward. "But hiring someone to date your son? That's not exactly normal.”

Ward's eyes narrowed slightly, his irritation palpable. "It's necessary," he retorted, his tone sharp. "My son's well-being is at stake here.”

Fucking dramatic. Rich people would never fail to amuse you with their hobbies.

Paying someone to date his son? It sounded like something straight out of a soap opera. But you knew better than to let your mouth get the best of you, especially when there was money on the line.

You held his gaze, unflinching. "And you think that hiring me to date him is the solution?" 

“Yes.”

Ward's answer was curt, leaving no room for further discussion.

Dating his son was definitely not what you had signed up for, but the allure of the paycheck had you second-guessing your morals.

Realistically, Ward's son would probably never like you, you’d date for a few weeks, keep him away from the girl of his dreams, get paid and ta-dah.

"Alright. I'll hear you out, what exactly do you expect from me in this...arrangement?"

"You’ll be staying in the Outer Banks. I’ll pay for your tickets and accommodations. You’ll be paid weekly, extras will be included.” 

“Extras?” 

The word lingered in the air. It sent alarm bells ringing in your mind.

“Listen, your agency’s has a policy, I don’t care if you break it or not, you do whatever you gotta do.” 

You snap, tired of biting your tongue, "I'm not a prostitute."

Ward's brows shot up, his expression momentarily taken aback by your bluntness. "Pardon me?" 

You could feel the weight of his stare, analyzing your every move, every expression. But you refused to back down. You had principles, lines you wouldn't cross, no matter the paycheck.

"I said, I'm not a prostitute," you reiterated, "I don't engage in any activities that cross the line of professional companionship.”

Ward's jaw clenched as he assessed you, as though trying to decipher whether you were bluffing or not.

Finally, he spoke, his voice laced with thinly veiled frustration. "Fine," he relented, his tone icy. "But do remember you're replaceable."

Of course, he would resort to threats when he didn't get his way.

Typical.

"I'm well aware of that," you replied coolly, refusing to let him see any sign of weakness. "But if you want me to do this, it's going to be on my terms. Take it or leave it."

Ward's lips tightened into a thin line, "As you wish," he bit out, his tone dripping with irritation. "But don't expect any special treatment."

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, hiding the satisfaction bubbling inside you. "Wouldn't dream of it."

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron au #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe fic #rafe x reader #rafe cameron angst #rafe angst #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron outer banks #rafe rec #rafe imagine #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #outerbanks rafe

[dduane]

An anonymized non-anon query

(A note: my ask box isn’t open to anons at the moment, because I started getting inappropriate messages that I didn’t care to see. Maybe I'll eventually go anon-open again. But the present situation isn’t going to stop me from answering asks where the person’s uneasy about having their username revealed. Like this one:)

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Can't go on anon so this is a little mortifying to be Seen™ but;

Do you have any words for fandom girls who are no longer in their 20s and starting to construct people in their heads who shame them for "still being into this stuff"?]

First thing; funny how it's always fandom girls who come up against this, isn't it? If it was some 90-year-old fandom boy in question who'd been painting his face red and white and following Manchester United since he was nine, no one would turn a hair. In fact, everybody in that cohort of interest would be praising him for his commitment and loyalty. It's almost as if some people have bought into the idea that the rules are different for girls somehow! Something to do with the idea that where girls belong is home making everybody a sandwich. I wonder where that might have come from...

Anyway. What you're describing here is something a lot of us have run into: the pressure to (allow me briefly to stand the well-known trope on its head) Be Like All The Other Girls... and to be prepared (and indeed resigned) for that inevitably to happen IRL. This stuff starts sneaking into your head in a very innocuous way: by disguising itself as "being prepared" for what you're afraid might happen. And it's very hard to avoid having that concern slowly but surely turn into a dread of what's going to happen. (For there's a horrible seductiveness about self-fullfilling prophecy... even if you know you've built it yourself. Part of your mind, that frightened advanced-fight-or-flight part that's always trying to keep you safe by predicting all the possible futures, starts feeling satisfied with itself when it finally has the evidence to say, "Well, at least we were prepared for that!")

So it's best to be proactive about managing this, I think, before things start to get bothersome. Develop a quick switchblade-style defense that you can pull out of your brain's back pocket at short notice. And then, when you're used to using it on those rogue ideations, disarm the sneaky "attacker" more thoroughly by taking it apart, gradually, at the more straightforwardly analytical end.

Let's start with the switchblade: a good-old fashioned mantra. How about this:

"Nobody gets to gatekeep my joy."

This can be used as a silent affirmation any time you feel the need. Any time you start feeling that pressure—that annoying whisper from the conjectural voices in your head that want you to think about how maybe you are too old for this kind of thing—pull out the mantra and shiv them in the gut with it, three times. (Threes are always good for this. Think how many spells have to be done, or names spoken, in threes. The rhythm's an archetype all its own.)

What you'll notice, with repetition of this intervention over time, is that the incidence of this kind of thinking gradually gets rarer and rarer. It might take a while to go away completely... but you'll know what to do if it rears its head again.

But also: this response can when necessary be repeated right out loud in front of whatever sorry piece of breathing meat has the unutterable bald-faced gall to actually try to gatekeep you to your (digital or otherwise) face. Pull it out, set your features in an expression of amused calm (because what you do to your face makes differences in your brain), and hit 'em with it. And if they continue to try to argue the point with you, you get to just keep repeating your base-state mantra until they give up and go away.*

...Now, since good mantras normally run deeper than the mere words, it makes sense to inquire into an underlying issue:

Why do people do this to other people? (And I don't mean this as a rhetorical question with optional eyeroll: I mean it as a possible diagnostic.) There has to be a reason people pull this shit... as mandated by the favorite (different) mantra of psychiatric professionals everywhere: "All behavior is motivated."

One aspect of this to consider: the "you're too old to be into this stuff" response is usually a learned behavior. People for whom the perception of "insufficient" age or maturity is an issue have routinely picked it up from others. There are a number of reasons why they parrot it... the likeliest being that simply want to be seen saying the thing that lots of other people they know also say; so that by so doing, they can be seen as Smart. (This is of course just another a manifestation of our old generally-maladaptive friend, the so-called herd instinct.) And nine-tenths of those other people, I can guarantee you, got it in turn from others still. "They're too old for this" is rarely going to be a spontaneous insight. (Except when used pertinent to certain contact sports, and some types of opera.)

Yet why does the trope perpetuate itself so enthusiastically?

Leaving aside personal living-arrangement issues in individual cases, I think it's because in some people, underneath the expressed trope, there's a genuine fear... an insidious variation of the well-known impostor syndrome. And it's this:

They're afraid that whatever it is they've got at the moment, it's may well be the wrong kind of "this stuff"... not a real joy. (Some people will take this to mean, "The kind of stuff, or joy, other people will approve of." Cf. the "seeming Smart" thing.) And, as they get older, they may be becoming afraid they may never have it.

Now, people naturally try to protect themselves from experiencing their own fears whenever possible. This one's no different. So one way such folks find to distract themselves from the fear of having no joy is to devalue such joy in others. That way, whatever they see themselves as having their noses spitefully "rubbed in" can be perceived as no longer a real threat to them. They can start seeing it as a bad joy, a weak or silly or stupid joy. And (in this case specifically) an immature joy.

(With this in mind, the passage in which C.S. Lewis deals with this toxic fetishization of "maturity" is worth quoting in full, since we so frequently see only the last couple/few lines:)

“Critics who treat 'adult' as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”

...And you hear there the voice of a man who'd dealt with a whole lot of critics in his time on this subject—some of them quite famous and elevated types, trying to discredit him for what we'd now think of as "clicks"—and had routinely made them ever so sorry they'd engaged. Also, Lewis was an enthusiastic reader of "the pulps" until his dying day, and you should have seen some of his responses to those who tried to tell him that "at his age, he should be over that science fiction stuff by now." I'd have to go digging for the cites, but... hooboy.

Anyway, and as a closer:

You're not required to—at someone else's mere behest—even think about changing your way of thinking and living in the (probably hopeless) hopes of pleasing or placating other people you've never met. And most specifically:

You are in no wise required by the Universe to curtail your personal experience of joy in order to try to make scared and small-souled people more comfortable.Your soul gets to be its own size, and have its own joy... in its very own shape, volume, and richness.

So if anyone pulls the "You're too old for [x]" crap on you, I encourage you to just let that attitude sail on by you and fuck straight out into the Oort Cloud and beyond. Let passing alien spacecraft on their way in-system gaze at it in wonder and say, "Wow, look at that go! Didn't think they had warp drive here yet."

...Anyway: let me know how you get on.

HTH!

*This is a basic assertiveness-training technique that I feel is much undervalued in daily usage. Every time someone comes up with a new reason you should stop doing what they don't like, and expects you to respond to that... what makes them think you're required to come up with a new and different reason not to? Who made that concept up? And why waste useful originality on someone arguing with you in the kind of bad faith that refuses to accept your answers? Just keep repeating yourself with the main reason until they give up (probably in great exasperation: too bad...) and bugger off elsewhere. :) ...But see the useful 1970s work When I Say No, I Feel Guilty for effective DIY approaches to this problem.

#advice #the retired psych nurse is IN -- 5¢ #or indeed #€0.03

[snowyh2o]

So, saw a video on YouTube that was analyzing if Alastor exhibited traits similar to someone diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder. It was interesting, if a bit superficial and missing a lot of the smaller blink and you’ll miss it details (as well as for some reason omitting his past relationships and focusing only on his current ones), but it got me thinking about how much we know of who Alastor is.

And I think that we actually know a lot more about who he is as a person and what makes him tick than we think we do. What we don’t know is what his situation currently is, and that’s sort of conflated with not knowing or being sure of him and his motivations.

So to list what we do know of him in no specific order:

He claims he’s sponsoring the hotel because he wants to watch other people fail for his own entertainment, something that we know for sure now is not the case, or not the entire reason.

He was very desperate when making that deal with Charlie, this is something he was probably aiming for and has been waiting to do for a long time.

His disappearance is a sore spot that he doesn’t want others to be prying into.

He’s trapped in a deal that appears to be restricting either his actions, power, or both and he desperately wants to get out of the deal.

Related, the deal appears to be new, based off Husk’s comment and Alastor’s reaction/surprise at the comment.

Related, he HATES being reminded of his deal.

All his shown past friends are women. Conversely, he seems to get along well with women over men.

Related, he lets Mimzy, Nifty, and Rosie all touch or manhandle him around without showing discomfort or distaste. He also lets Husk poke him in the chest, and appears to have grown equally as comfortable around Charlie.

Related, he offers Charlie his microphone twice when she needed to do a big inspiring speech.

Related, his microphone appears directly linked to some of his powers, and could also be considered a weakness of his should it be broken.

He knows that Mimzy only ever comes to him when she needs something, and doesn’t care that he’s being manipulated and taken advantage of into taking care of her problems. In fact, Mimzy stated that he loves taking care of her (problems).

Related, the hotel is important enough that he can’t risk having that kind of behavior with Mimzy here, that he’s willing to shoo away one of his few friends he’s genuinely happy to see.

Rosie is his best friend, he’s the most comfortable with her and while in Cannibal town. It’s the only time we’ve seen him so cheerful and relaxed and smile like he means it. His smiles here are wide enough to show his gums, but his eyes and lips reveal its not just a well disguised snarl.

Related, he’s very excited to show off Cannibal town to Charlie when he brings her over.

Related, he hasn’t gone to see Rosie since the overlord meeting despite having had 5 months to do so after coming back from his hiatus.

Related, he doesn’t ask for Rosie to help during the battle, he specifically restates his favor to “well your cannibals help at least”. She’s seen sipping tea and listening to the news in the aftermath.

His beef with Lucifer started way before he ever met the guy. In his advertisement, he makes a note to say there’s no tacky circus decor at the hotel. When he sees the welcome sign he visibly sneers at it. When Lucifer finally shows up and hugs Charlie his eye is twitching.

Related, whatever beef he has with Lucifer is unrelated to Lucifer’s attitude towards him when they finally meet, though that certainly does not help.

Related, it’s also clearly not about being the most powerful person in the room because he doesn’t behave that way when speaking with Zestial, or during the overlords meeting.

Related, he’s bothered when Carmilla reveals she wasn’t curious about his absence (which fair. I’d hope my colleagues would ask where I’ve been if I went MIA for 7 years).

He offers Charlie advice on projecting confidence and control when she’s not, a tactic he employs every minute of every day.

He tends to be helpful but in a backhanded way. He helps Charlie get out of her funk by being mean about it and mocking her for accidentally landing the hotel in hot water. He summons an old fashioned mint condition camera for Vaggie at first before replacing it with a beat up and bandaged video camera. He helps Vaggie with the advertisement after watching her struggle. He does get rid of the eggs, but only for a day by taking them with him on his overlord meeting trip.

Related, more miscellaneous menial labor is usually done straightforwardly, like fixing the wall, for the umpteenth time and apparently unclogging the toilet when nifty gets stuck.

He likes listening to people vent about and struggle with their situation.

He does not like listening to people vent about and struggle with their love life.

Whatever he’s up to it appears as though he’s truly thrown his lot in with Charlie and the hotel, at least for now.

Apparently used to be friends or friendly with Vox. And will let people take a picture of him if it’s with an old fashioned camera.

After the battle, instead of returning to the others he drags himself to his radio tower, the one that fell down off a cliff after Adam destroys the hotel. This means he didn’t head there first when he retreated, and only went afterwards once the fight was over. He was probably staying close enough to see how the fight was going, evidenced by how he knew where to go to find his radio tower.

During his mental breakdown, he’s smiling harder than ever before, and only seems to regain some semblance of control when he’s restating his current goals.

Related, Alastor’s current objective is to free himself of the deal or find a loophole around it. He’s probably planning on using Charlie’s favor for that.

Related, Alastor could’ve also wanted a favor from Charlie as general insurance in the off off chance she ends up betraying him. He seems to let his guard down around her more after the deal, and even helpfully supplies her an army without any more prompting or deal making.

Alastor’s expression when talking about making soul deals in general.

Related, Alastor’s expression when talking about how Charlie still has her soul specifically.

Used to take out last overlords for slighting or doubting him, doesn’t do that anymore. There’s a chance he stopped doing that before his seven year absence.

Related, apparently Sir Pentious also didn’t know about what Alastor did to overlords back in the day??? And they’ve fought 20+ times??? Strengthens the assumption that Alastor stopped killing overlords after he’d established himself as a top dog. Deer. And before his disappearance.

Related, while Carmilla was surprised to see him at the meeting, she and the other overlords like Zestial weren’t scared of him and accepted his presence without complaint. If he were still actively hunting down overlords I doubt, as overlords themselves, they’d have been so comfortable in his presence.

Didn’t appear to have any plans in announcing his sudden return until Vox provoked him.

Related, his broadcasts might’ve been about overlord gossip, aside from the screaming.

Shared what he can do to help during the battle with the rest of the hotel. Specifically the shield he conjures.

Related, likely volunteered himself as the one to take on Adam, since he’s the most experienced and strongest fighter in the group (Charlie’s inexperience with using her power means she’s unsuited for the task).

He speaks fondly of the group as a whole when talking to Nifty when she speaks about how much she likes them (and can we keep them, please?).

Apparently he doesn’t just enjoy watching people’s suffering but also the bonds these wayward souls form with each other.

He does, still, enjoy kicking people when they’re down. Or rather kicking people when they try to challenge him and think they have a chance.

He really knows how to get under people’s skin.

Shark snacks go nom.

Additional points from the replies:

If Alastor was sent to the hotel against his will, then whoever sent him there also did not stipulate that he couldn’t make deals with the residents, which is a huge oversight. (Peppersnap79)

Husk and Nifty appeared to stay behind and help the hotel of their own free will, Alastor did not appear to order them to stay in any way. (Peppersnap79)

My Conclusions based on more things than just what I’ve listed out: he’s probably insecure about his status in hell after the seven year absence. Whatever happened during that time is also a sore point for him, something he doesn’t want others to know about or pry into.

His reputation as the Radio Demon is very important to him. He put a lot of effort into crafting the Radio Demon’s reputation and persona as someone to be feared and not to be fucked with. This is put at risk when he nearly dies protecting the hotel.

He smiles to put himself in control, to trick both others and himself into thinking that he’s got control of the situation or himself more than he actually does. He does not like being reminded that he is not in control of his life at the moment, and his current greatest desire is freedom from his deal. The more out of control he feels, he harder he tries to smile.

He is very soft and forgiving/tolerant with the few friends he has, and has grown visibly attached to or fond of the rest of the hotel. He also appears to be protective of them, in his own weird way. Constantly defending Mimzy against whatever trouble she brings and ultimately leaving Rosie out of the actual battle. This is counterproductive to his plans, and interferes in a way he hadn’t been expecting it to. Part of his breakdown is a direct result of this unexpected interference, that his own emotions had gotten him to risk his life defending the hotel (the group).

Restating his goals to eventually escape seems to reassure him and calm him/act as a grounding mechanism when he feels like he’s losing it. He’s using the Radio Demon persona like it’s a lifeline, because the Radio Demon is who he wants to be, needs to be, if he wants to get out. The Radio Demon’s always in control, he’s the one who holds all the cards, pulls all the strings. Nothing scares him, and nothing controls him.

He’s sadistic, calculative, intelligent, spontaneous, a showman, a softie, arrogant, egotistical, insecure and paranoid. He gets attached to things more easily than he’d care to admit, and lies to himself as much as he lies to everyone else. His Radio Demon persona is just as much a part of him as it is a mask to hide what’s going on underneath. What’s there to hide if he shows them what they want to see? The audience should only care for the play, not the actors behind the scene.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #character analysis #long post #hazbin hotel meta #Alastor meta #if anyone has other things they wanna add to the list #feel free! #if I tried to add everything itd never end #also there’s a bunch of stuff here I’m borrowing from other better put together meta #I’ve reblogged the ones I like best if you wanna go check it out

[dolliied]

all 4 u // e42! miles morales

↳ in which miles would do anything for you, even if it meant getting into harms way for you <3

↳ fem! black! reader x 42! miles morales

↳ cw; fluff, a little angst (maybe), comfort, miles isn’t his usual stoic self here (at least around you)

the frantic tapping at your window dragged you out your trance. you turned from your desk that was littered in homework to it, revealing a dark silhouette, one that seemed oddly familiar. miles.

you quickly hurried off to the window, opening it with a click, letting miles stumble in. “miles?” you spoke, worry dripping in your tone. he only let out a pained groaned as he basically fell onto your queen sized bed. “what happened?” you pressed, but he didn’t speak, resorting to show where his side was bruised.

“you know that guy from earlier?” he spoke, his voice strangled and breathless.

you and miles walked through the crowded mall, just browsing and laughing as you guys sipped on your drinks, cracking jokes with eachother.

“no, and the she has the nerve to post that corny shit on her story like girl if you don’t get outta here!“ you finished, you and miles starting up again in your fits of laughter.

“hol’ on baby ima go use the bathroom real quick” he said, pressing a quick peck to your cheek as he sauntered off. you stood in front of the beauty supply, just looking at the stuff that we’re trying to lure you in from the entrance of the store.

all of a sudden, some random guy came up to you. he looked.. interesting to say the least. he looked around you and miles age.

“hey ma. i feel like i’ve seen you from somewhere.” at this point, you could tell he was trying to use some weird, desperate way to coax you into giving him your socials as you’ve surely never seen this man a day in your life, but you wouldn’t budge.

“well, i can assure you, i’ve never seen you a day in my life” you spoke, eyeing him up and down subtly. you turned away but were caught real off guard when he grabbed you by the arm to turn you back to face him.

“nah really i-“ he spoke before you cut him off.

“yo i already said i don’t know you so don’t you ever put your hands on me” you yelled. you saw miles coming out of the bathroom already so you shoulder bumped past the guy to go stand next to him.

“you good mama?” he asked, looking at you before looking at the guy

“he’s over here tryna get my number and shii and i told him no and shit and he touched me like what the fuck” you mumbled to him, frustrated at the situation.

he just mugged the guy. “if she said she ain’t wanna give you her number why you pressing her bruh. whatever it ain’t even worth it man, let’s go baby” he said, turning you guys around to keep walking.

“whatever yo bitch ain’t even fine anyways!” the guy yelled at y’all’s backs. it really seemed to get under miles skin but he didn’t do anything after that.

“the one from the mall? yea, why?” you asked, sitting next to him on the bed.

“i saw him again on the street in my way here and he was talking mad shit to his friend about you, so i got mad and started swinging but his weak ass homeboy jumped in and started hitting me and shit. i got em both off me but the guy landed hard ass hits.” he muttered. you sighed at him.

“you shouldn’t have baby” you pouted. “i don’t care about what he gotta say. he a bum ass nigga and you not so why you focused on him.”

you walked out to you kitchen, making an ice pack for him, you walked back to your room to see him looking at a book you had just started reading a few days ago.

“here, out this on your side” you said, handing him the ice pack and helping him lift his shirt.

“damn mama if you wanted to get freaky just say that” he said, smirking.

“miles.”

“sorry.”

my first lil fic 😝

#astv x reader #spider man #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth42 miles #miles x y/n

[v3nusxsky]

Heyyyyy

Would you write a jemily xFem Reader where the Reader just joined the team and the two women find out that reader has never had a threesome so they have one with reader…? Thxxx so much in advance! Do with this what you will (:

-a writer you chat too <33

One for the books 18+

*Authors note~ Jemily smut has been long awaited and very much missed, I’m sorry it’s taking me so long to get our requests I’m getting ready to go to school seeing a lot of family and still trying to book a driving test *

A/n p2~ I know who requested this one and considering I look up to them and admire their work I really hope this is okay

Trigger warnings~ virgin r soft switch JJ and dom Emily, mommy and daddy kink oral degrading praise kinks cum filled strap vibrator bindings body shots gagging drinking? Masturbation?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Ladies night with the BAU was always interesting, but this was your first one as a member of the team. After all what a better way to get to know you. Truthfully JJ had her eye on you for a while, but her wife was adamant you weren’t even gay at this point. The little fantasy of finding another to introduce into the bedroom at least would have to be with someone who was definitely gay, no matter how much they truly wanted you. But a few drinks later and a few probing questions had you spelling that you were in fact a lesbian and very much single. The green light for the women to proposition you. A quick conversation decided that JJ should be the one to approach you due to her motherly nature.

That was how you ended up sat next to JJ as you had a hushed conversation, Emily keeping Garcia busy which gave the plan a violent shove. “I’ve never um I’m a virgin” you whispered to the blonde. “It’s okay baby, we can teach you everything you want to know, need to know and probably some things you haven’t even thought of” JJ reassured which had you nodding in agreement and admitting how badly you wanted the women. Your fantasies at night would be real and that was sure to be one for the books.

Perhaps that’s enough of the story to explain how you had been taken to the women’s hotel room with the promise of a nightcap and a conversation. The very conversation that had a very drunk you had your top off, revealing a pretty navy blue bra to the women. JJ preparing you with salt and lime juice, all the way from the middle of your bra to the waistband of your skirt, before she pours the liquid along your body and allows Emily to lick up the trail, ensuring to get every last drop of the liquor. The feeling of the raven haired woman’s tongue was unlike no other and you couldn’t bite back a whimper when she gently nipped the smooth skin of your stomach.

From there you were ready to beg them to ruin you, to take your innocence as long as you had them. But Emily already knew how much you needed them, so she set JJ to work. The blonde agent happily stripped you bare and used soft silky material to tie your wrists to the bedposts. From there she spread your legs and with the nod from Emily took an experimental swipe of your slit. Meanwhile Emily had appeared by your head to shower your breasts with her kisses. Truly you had to have died and gone to heaven? Because nothing has ever felt like this, real or not.

Your little whimpers and whines of need were turning both the other agents on to no end, so it was rather hard for them to keep up their little game. Emily had JJ stop and untie you, not wanting to push any limits but giving you a crash course on certain elements. Then she helped you tie the blonde woman up with a skill you seemed to lack. Only then did you watch Emily take your discarded panties and stuff them in the other woman’s mouth to stifle a protest. “Angel, your next lesson is to make your mommy feel good” Emily purred kissing your neck. “Em, I uh I don’t know how” you whispered feeling slightly embarrassed about that. “Oh but you will learn to be a good slut for mommy right?” Emily was pleased to see you nod In response, “then go eat mommy out angel, don’t be rough darling she doesn’t like that too much, gentle licks and kisses like a good girl.”

It took a few trys to find the right pressure and speed and also to get use to the taste of her pussy on your tongue but as soon as you did, you were eating her cunt like a pro, Emily couldn’t be prouder, watching her wife’s face contort in pleasure as her moans were muffled buy your panties had the woman dipping her hand into her own panties to play with her own puffy clit. Truly you couldn’t pinpoint when both the woman stripped down to nothing but maybe that’s because you were busy being fucked by Jays talented tongue. But hearing the praise and encouragement mixed with moans tumbling from Emily gave you the indication that she was very much playing with herself as you pleasure her wife.

“Oh fuck! Y/n good fucking girl, daddy is so proud, oh fuck Jay I’m coming with you, come for us” Emily demanded and be the tone alone Jay was instantly following the command, soaking your face with her cum as it gushed from her fluttering core. You helped her down the best you could before Emily instructed you on how to untie the spent woman. A few moments later JJ was back and ready to confine so Emily demanded she helped position you, after all the guest of honour hasn’t came yet. Once in position Emily lubed up her cum filled strap on and asked for your consent. Of course you gave it willingly, Emily prentiss wanting to deflower you? Any gay teenage girls dream come true.

It hurt at first, your little pained whimper causing JJ to coo at you from her place in the room where she was digging through her bag, Emily kissing away the few stray tears that escaped. But some time and patience had you begging her to move, to fuck you. You wanted to be hers. “Fuck angel, who would’ve know you were a slut? A pretty fucking whore for everyone to use. Dirty girl for daddy” she panted as she began to find her rhythm pounding into your needy cunt.

“Oh but what about mommy’s precious girl? Don’t you wanna be a good girl for me too” JJ teased coming over to you and handing Emily a small little vibrating toy. Emily seemed to get rougher with her thrusts and when you mewled out loudly JJ would silence you with kisses or sucking on your breasts. But soon enough not even that would quieten you so she slipped two fingers in your mouth and pressed on your tongue, causing you to instinctively suck on them. “Oh fuck baby, keep doing that. You should see the way she’s clamping around my cock, wanna cum pretty?” You attempted to answer around her fingers, “oh wait that’s right, our little whore is too busy sucking on mommys fingers to speak, did we dumb you down baby?”

The tightening in your lower stomach was getting stronger the more Emily drilled into your awaiting cunt before you felt it suddenly snap and your body convulse as pleasure shot through you. “That’s it angel, good girl, you’re so fucking pretty” Emily panted before squeezing the balls of her strap on to cum inside of you. Now all three body’s covered in sweat and on the come down from a blissful night, yet Emily was the one to want to clean you both up, to get water and snuggle, JJ opting to curl up and nap leaving you and Emily alone to talk. She reassured you this wasn’t just a fling for them. And that you were so good, she reassured you for any worries you may have until you drifted off to sleep between them both.

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #jemily #jemily x reader #Jemily x reader smut #Emily x JJ x reader #criminal minds fanfic #emily prentiss x reader smut #ssa emily prentiss #ssa jareau #emily prentiss smut #jj smut #jenifer jareau x reader

[shirefantasies]

Hey, babes!

Honestly I have brain rot for the idea of the ‘woman of the group does sexy dance to help mission’ trope and like LOTR boys. I also have brain rot for them hearing her sing ‘I Wanna Make Love To You’ by Etta James.

Anyway can I request the elves reactions to reader do a sexy burlesque/strip style dance? Like they in the audience and how they’d react.

By elves I mean: Elrond, Lindir, Thranduil, Legolas, Haldir and Arwen

OK I’M YELLING (I went ahead n threw our girl Galadriel in there cuz gotta catch em all right? 😁) there’s not really a mission lol but hope this does it justice! My latest D&D session the other night ended with burlesque performance so this feels like the perfect time to post this hehe

The Elves Reacting to F!Reader’s Burlesque Performance

Warnings: suggestive obviously 😆

Thranduil

Sure, he knew you’d all but been dared to set foot upon the stage, but something in your resolute expression and the long robe you wore had Thranduil’s eyebrows raising. Nary did he expect the way your hand shot out, grabbing the pole the moment the lights dimmed, or the way your robe dropped, revealing the lowest-cut, highest-slit dress he’d ever seen you in. Breath hitching, he watched as a long wave of fabric draped between your gorgeous legs, which wrapped around the pole as you climbed it. Eyes darkening as you spun, he could hardly help imagining what, or whom, else they could wind around so, and if he would ever be so blessed to see the confident air overtaking you again…

Legolas

Frowning, Legolas disappeared further into the gathering crowd. Gimli was the one who’d dared him to attend the show, telling him he was sure no pointy-ear could handle it. How could it be so, simply a performance? The crowd looked far too eager for you to be putting them into any sort of- oh. You emerged onto the stage, forearms and down covered with feathers like the wings of a great bird. Your legs were almost entirely bare, skirt minimal and bodice little more than a corset. Twirling and pirouetting into poses the woodland prince could only describe as suggestive, you beamed innocently at the crowd and hid behind your feathers, lashes fluttering. Another performer emerged behind you, hands on your waist and fingers deftly loosening your corset… Gripping the arms of his seat tighter, Legolas leaned in, a yearning in his own fingers readily accepting his friend’s latest challenge.

Haldir

A dancer you were. That was a known fact whispered among those familiar with you, often calling you something of a knife-dancer. Curiosity got the better of Haldir when scandal colored whispers of your performance right outside the woods. Was it dangerous, perhaps? Pride flowed into the little smile of anticipation he wore as fast-paced music filled the room and flames were snuffed, leading you to slide gracefully into the dim. Crouching, you crawled to the edge of the stage with a bloodthirsty grin that sent shivers down Haldir’s spine. Flicks of your wrists revealed your famed blades, which you twirled, tossed, and dragged gently along the length of your tongue. Brows raising, he found himself leaning forward with new interest. What sort of dance was- Coherent thought ceased immediately when you tossed your blades, caught them, and began slicing away at purposefully shoddy seams upon your outfit, revealing more and more until the elf was on the edge of his seat…

Galadriel

Hearing of a new form of entertainment served only to pique Galadriel’s curiosity and draw her from her frequent solitude. After all, if it was making her people happy… She did not expect to see a lone performer upon a platform, elaborately feathered fans covering most of her figure, but there you were. Clad all in white, at least from what she could see near your feet, you slowly closed the fans. The long swaths of fabric that hung near the ground begun only at your hips, the expanse of your legs utterly bare as you extended them, moving gracefully across the stage as your fans accentuated every curve and undulation of your body. Jerking, you rotated, hips swiveling as you happened to face the Lady of Lórien, and watching you through her lashes Galadriel felt a devilish smile rise to her lips. She saw exactly why there had been such a buzz…

Lindir

There had been talk of you giving a performance of some kind, but all Lindir had been able to retrieve on the subject was that he should quite like to be in the audience, so with a light heart he shuffled into the crowd, pleased to be quite close to the stage set up for you. Perhaps you’d learned a new instrument under his nose and wishes to surprise him with a performance! Perhaps- You slunk to the center clad in, oh dear, quite a sheer skirt. Feeling a rush of heat to his face, he tried to focus upon the swell of music, largely successful until you ripped your top off, hips swinging lower as your layers thinned and thinned… You froze momentarily, wearing little more than your corset, and made direct eye contact with Lindir, whose eyes widened and body felt quite faint. Slowly, deliberately, you took up your dance once more, grinning at him as you began unlacing the back of your garment. His hands shot up, half-covering his face, but he couldn’t help himself peeking again and again.

Elrond

Housing a troupe of performers was certainly an unusual set of circumstances, but not in the slightest beyond the reach of the great homely house. Indeed, at encouragement from Lindir to let music fill his halls, Elrond acquiesced to a performance, unknowing of the so-called ‘dancers’ who would emerge after the exuberant wind section. In fact, it wasn’t until they called you out that Elrond’s eyes widened, brows expressive as ever as they flexed in great shock. You were lowered down on ropes, sitting with your legs largely bared and swinging. Garments- quite the loose term- of drapery covered the rest of your form, but as you leaned back in your swing, you began twisting, swiveling, removing one veil after another… Elrond found himself looking this way and that, but his eyes could never leave you for long. Feeling his gaze darken and his hands flex, he wondered what he had gotten himself into…

Arwen

How scandalous could it be? Many a friend or even a family member or two had rolled eyes and whispered harshly about your performances, but Arwen was not afraid. No matter what it was said to be, she would experience it for it to be so in her mind. Thus she found herself in the audience of the very subject of contempt, the somewhat smaller ratio of maids to men not lost upon her. A great fount was all Arwen could see at the center of it all, at least until one bare leg slowly arched from its edge. Blinking, Arwen watched as it was followed by another, each of them kicking some water onto the crowd before your hands gripped the other side, flipping over to render most of your body visible. Hanging from the sides, you swiveled your hips, head innocently rested upon your folded arms as if your…ahem…rear end were not moving so. Sitting up, you let go, dropping back into the water with a splash before emerging again and grinningly tossing water on more patrons. Arwen found herself mirroring your expression, following your every motion with interest and a strange sense of elation.

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#lord of the rings #the hobbit #lotr imagines #the hobbit imagines #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #thranduil #legolas #haldir #galadriel #lindir #elrond #arwen #female reader #ask #fly-on-my-sweet-angel #requested #suggestive #this was a fun one thank you 😌

[ddesertmoon]

Batman Fic Recs Feat. Jason Todd’s Return

All my favorite fics about Jason’s return to the family. Gen, and mostly hurt/comfort.

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Red Hood by envysparkler

“Gotham doesn’t relinquish her soldiers, no matter how far they’ve fallen from the nest.”

In my opinion, this is THE quintessential Red Hood debut fic. It’s got this one trope I love: regular civilians take a chance and protect their protector (it happens a lot with Spider-Man and its really great to see crime alley thanking Jason in the same way).

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Vermillion by xandromedan

“Jason Todd returns to Gotham with a bang. In between setting up a criminal empire, dealing with national conspiracies, and the Joker, he re-learns how to be a person.

When the Bats learn of a new face in Gotham's underground, they get interested. Some of them get friendly. His plan becomes... complicated.”

I love when Red Hood becomes close to the bats without revealing his identity… idk something about how he BELONGS with them even though he’s changed…

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hang on ‘til the chaos is through by JustGail

“BEFORE:

Jason likes Tim. Or, he thinks he does. Tim has spent most of the week since he moved in locked up in his room, only coming out for meal times and sometimes to use the big TV in the media room, but the few words Jason has managed to extract from Tim show a bright kid who can clearly easily keep up with the best of ‘em, despite his young age. So he’s pretty sure he likes Tim, or at least will, with time.

AFTER:

Tim knows there’s something going on, and the worst part is that Batman isn’t even trying to pretend there isn’t something going on.

Stay out of it, he’d told him. Like something as big as a new player in town is something that Robin could stay out of. That Tim could stay out of.”

So so SO good. The story focuses on Jason and Tim and how they both join (or return, in Jason’s case) to the family. Both of them are characterized perfectly.

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ghost story by envysparkler

“Jason Todd dies in Ethiopia. Well. Kind of.”

After Jason dies, he’s forced to watch his family grieve as a ghost. This gives him a new perspective when he returns to Gotham (which changes everything). I LOVE this fic. It’s suspenseful and emotional, AND there’s found family.

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Twists And Turns Will Take You Home by Sun_Moon_Stars_Jedi

“Bruce Wayne is used to getting kidnapped. He's used to Gotham's villains hating him.

So why does this new crime lord come to his aid when he can't defend himself?”

Short and sweet. A little identity reveal fic because Jason Todd + identity reveal is my favorite combination of things. The fact that it’s told from Bruce’s perspective and you can see his slow realization… perfect!

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miss me? by envysparkler

“Jason’s plan to observe his family’s reactions to his resurrection…does not go as intended.”

Basically, Tim, Dick, and Bruce assume Jason is a hallucination because they’re all so fucked in the head that them hallucinating him makes more sense than like. Magic or something. Very good! I love it when characters are fucked up and sad.

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Late Night Encounters by paperxcrowns

“Not long after Jason comes back to Gotham and asserts himself as the Red Hood, Tim meets Jason in a diner late at night and by some miracle he doesn't recognize him. After another chance meeting where Jason still doesn't make the connection between him and Robin, Tim decides that this might just his chance to get to know Jason Todd.”

Pretty much exactly what it says in the description. Red Hood hates Robin, but he befriends the sad teenager named Tim. The secret identity thing causes issues which cause explosive emotions and slight agony for the characters!

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best laid plans by Valkirin

“Tim Drake knows that Batman needs a Robin. When Bruce and Dick aren't interested in what he has to say, Tim makes his way to the cemetery to say a few words to the boy he's trying to replace.

Tim has the chance to say far more than he expected when Jason digs himself out of his grave that night. Tim does his best to get Jason home to Bruce. The League of Assassins finds them first.”

This one’s more about both Jason and Tim “coming home” but I’m going to count it because I love this fic. In the end, they’re all together which is all I can ask for.

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dead ringer by punkrockhades

“‘Oh, are you guys talking about Jason?’ said a familiar mechanized voice from across the rooftop, and the Bats spun around to spot the Red Hood casually leaning against the rooftop access door. ‘I miss that kid, he was a riot. Hope he’s doing alright.’

There was a moment of silence as the entire group stared at Red Hood, processing his words, and then Red Robin blurted, ‘Wait, you know Jason?’

‘Sure,’ Red Hood responded breezily, amusement written in the lines of his posture. ‘We got pushed into the Pit at the same time. He went a little crazy and fell off a cliff, but shit could only go up from there, am I right?’”

Basically Jason (as Red Hood) pretends to be his own friend and casually makes the batfam lose their minds. Very funny!

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Aftermath by ivy_and_ivory

“Now: Batman is in Paris, pulled there by a case that extends beyond Gotham’s borders, when circumstances lead him to a badly injured Red Hood – who might hold the key to Batman’s investigation.

Then: The Red Hood storms into Gotham, begins to stake his claim on the criminal underground, then abruptly disappears – but only after he breaks into Arkham Asylum and leaves the Joker dead in his own cell.”

You have to have an ao3 account to read this fic (sorry) but if anyone wants to know how to make one I can help! This is a really great case fic. Batman doesn’t know who the Red Hood is, but their relationship is complicated from the start because he was able to do what Batman never could: kill the Joker.

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Tap by CKBookish

“Bruce returns home from the time stream, haunted by phantoms and dreams. Dreams of a past that can't be real.

But all of that wouldn't be so bad if his home didn't feel so empty in the absence of one of his children. Jason, refuses to talk to him or even answer his calls and Bruce can't figure out why or what he did wrong, not after they had mended their fences before his disappearance.

Meanwhile,

Catherine struggles to hold it together for her and Jason as life falls apart around them. When all she has to give is love she does her best to give it all.”

I really love this fic because it shows vignettes of Jason’s life with his mom without shitting on her as a character. Also, it’s a bit different from the other fics here because it takes place after Bruce comes back from the timestream instead of at the beginning of Jason’s stint as Red Hood.

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when my cage is by the window (I can see the sun) by mikkal

“When he was seven, Damian finally escaped the League of Assassins - but not without his brother sacrificing himself to give him time. Now, six years later, he's Robin and Tim's been captured by Ra's in his latest plot. The family goes to Nanda Parbat to rescue him only to run into a revelation that might just break them.”

This fic is INSANELY well written. The small snippets of Jason and Damian’s time together are beautiful. It doesn’t have a happy ending necessarily, but you could probably interpret it as a happy ending!

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robin’s roast by envysparkler

“There’s a new coffee shop in Crime Alley. It’s called the Red Hood.”

Jason gets to establish himself in Gotham as the owner of a new coffee shop instead of as a crime lord. This ends up being more effective in completing some of his goals than being the Red Hood would have been.

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grave secrets by envysparkler

“Jason only came back to confront Batman and kill the Joker. His job is done.”

Be sure to mind the trigger warnings in the tags. This fic is very different from a lot of the ones on this list, but it’s VERY good.

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The Long Road Home by BumblingBeesAndWillowTrees

“The first time Jason held Damian in his arms, the green abated and he knew he had never loved anyone else so fiercely before.

The thing about love is that it is so rarely enough.”

Jason raising Damian!!!! The family meeting Damian and not knowing that Jason raised him!!! Identity reveals! Aaaaaaaaa!!

Also, you need to have an ao3 account to read this fic, sorry.

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prodigal by punkrockhades

“Dick liked to think he had a pretty good handle on the whole ‘big brother’ thing by now, even if Tim still saw sleep as optional and Damian still got a little stabby when a hug lasted too long.

But then Damian’s other big brother comes to town, mysterious and red-helmeted and oddly familiar, and seems to want nothing to do with the Bats sans Damian. Damian is strangely close-lipped about his other brother's past, but Dick is determined to find out more about the Red Hood - he could always use more little brothers, anyway!”

The batfam knows the Red Hood as a violent vigilante (and as Damian’s mysterious brother) but then they get to meet Jason!! Identity reveal and all that jazz!

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the bird, the fog, the mist by bacondoughnut

“Jason Todd returns to Gotham with a foolproof plan, to kill the Joker and protect the city as the Red Hood in a way that Batman never could. But when he gets there he makes one major decision that's not a part of the plan. He goes home.

aka; The one where Jason tries to balance being the Red Hood with repairing things with his family, and maybe learns a thing or two about forgiveness and family and love along the way”

Jason comes home but he’s still the Red Hood and there’s a WONDERFUL amount of secrets being kept. I like this one because it’s the opposite from a lot of the other fics on this list (in that the family meets Jason Before they meet Red Hood)

You need to have an ao3 account to read this fic

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forward tho’ I canna see by nex_et_nox

“One of the thugs trying to sneak up behind Robin stoops low, comes back up swinging at Robin's unprotected back with a fucking crowbar—

Metal clatters against the ground; the body follows it a second later.

Jason lifts his finger from the trigger.

Robin whirls, taking in the body dropped with a headshot. With a scowl, Jason kneecaps the idiots trying to take out Robin from behind again.

[or: Jason, newly returned to Gotham as the Red Hood, keeps accidentally helping out the Bats. It's really frustrating.]”

Oneshot with a bunch of interactions between Red Hood and the bats. Identity reveal that’s soft and sweet and everything I’m looking for <3

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Bonus: Incomplete Fics (at the time of this list’s creation)

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riptide by punkrockhades

“Jason’s first mistake was hacking the Bats’ secret comm channel.

Although could it really be called hacking when they’d never bothered to change their frequency since his Robin days? All he’d had to do was log on, and boom – instant access to the best ways to avoid meddlesome Bats while he got shit done. And since his end was carefully muted, they wouldn’t even know anyone was listening.

His second mistake was thinking he could listen without getting sucked back into their drama.”

I love this fic SO much. It made me feel so many emotions… the buildup to Jason’s reveal is amazing and the reveal itself is perfect. The last chapter is (as of right now) not posted, but that chapter is an epilogue so the story is able to stand without it! A million out of ten, would recommend.

Chapters: 5/6

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what you’re longing for (you claim to abhor) by Ghxst_Bird

“He smiles, all teeth, ‘Come on Replacement, I even got to the door with both legs busted. This should be nothing.’

‘You’re right. Jason… Jason wouldn’t have given up. He would fight, I can still—’

The boy wobbles, and Jason has to suppress the mortifying impulse to jump to his aid.

‘I can still fight. Batman needs me.’

‘That’s a terrible idea,’ he muses aloud, and if there’s a hint of real concern somewhere under all the roiling green, well, nobody can prove it.”

AAAAAAAAAGH THIS FIC. This fic is SO good. There’s a ton of interactions between Jason and the family when they don’t know his ID because they assume that Red Hood’s relationship with Jason Todd isn’t “of course I know him, he’s me” but something Very Different. Angst, humor, the whole shebang.

Chapters: 10/11

(likely to update soon as the author has been posting a lot recently, but who’s to say. Either way, great story!)

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Welp, there they are! Hope everyone enjoys because this is my favorite trope :D

#fic rec #batfam fic rec #fanfiction #jason todd #bruce wayne #red hood #Batman #batfam #dc #batman fanfiction #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #Jason Todd returns home

[a0random0gal]

Let's talk about hotd's deleted scenes

Soo hotd has a lot of interesting scenes that were deleted. Some people love them, others believe that removing them was for the best.

Today I'll check em out and tell you how I feel about them, and how I think they could have benefited the show if kept in.

1. The infamous Daemon hug scene

Uhh I have.. feelings towards this.

And I already hear you go:

"How could you not like this, it's so wholesome!" Yeah I know I know, trust me, I think this is adorable, just a weird scene.

From what we know this shot was completely improvised by Matt and it shows.

Cause almost all of his character's nicer scenes that make people think "maybe he isn't that bad" were ideas Matt came up with. We can see throughout the show how the poor guy does his best to not make Daemon look like a psycho and it's nice on paper, but the contrast between his improvised scenes and the scripted ones is jarring.

I mean we go from him violently beating his first wife to death with a rock, to him tenderly breaking the news of Luke's death to Nyra or picking up Vizzy's crown and gently crowning him.

It does work more with his book characterization though so that's cool.

It's cute, it makes casual viewers go awww, but it's a bit inconsistent in the grand scheme of things.

I guess some people will interpret it as the softer spot Daemon has for the people he truly cares about, but knowing how he also treats them in other scenes...

Cough cough Rhaenyra choke scene cough cough.

I'm just left a bit confused.

Overall, I like it, but there's better.

7-/10

2. Criston taking his Kingsguard vows.

God I wanted this to make the cut soo bad.

It's just that in the past I've already talked about how dirty Criston is done in the fandom, and I truly believe he deserves more screentime, he's a very interesting character.

So getting a scene like this would have been awesome, and by showcasing the pride and happiness Criston felt at achieving his dream thanks to Rhae, her eventual treatment of him would have hurt even worse.

Personally I'm not sure if it could have swung more people to feel for him and criticize Nyra, but it would have generally enriched his character and relationship with the princess and I would have looved it.

Only point against it is that it's probably one of the least important deleted scenes.

It sucks to say it, but I didn't really feel it's absence, you know?

If I had to cut a scene, I too would have chosen this one, but with a veery heavy heart.

Really solid idea though.

8+/10

3. The Rhaenicent fight at the end of episode 2

Finally, we're moving onto Alicent related scenes.

And this... is my villain origin story.

I can't believe it was cut, wtf!

I get that maybe they wanted to stay loyal to the rule "show don't tell" cause it was already obvious that Rhae was mad at Alicent when she ran out of council meeting room after the announcement of her father's betrothal, but like... The possible angst!

Alicent crying, trying to explain the situation and appealing to their friendship to try and get Nyra to calm down while she screams at her and calls her names for not revealing the truth sooner, god this would have destroyed me even further!

The missed potential drives me insane, I would literally pay money to see how this scene was supposed to play out.

10/10

This awesome interaction would have also perfectly set up the hostility and tention that would characterize the next deleted gem...

4. Rhaenicent preparing for Ali's wedding

Godd, this is another one of those scenes that, in my humble opinion, should have stayed in the show.

Not only because of the possibility of more Rhaenicent angst to break my heart,(Yeess) but also because this is one of those scenes whose absence is really felt in the story for me.

We go from Ali and Viserys's betrothal to them being already married with a toddler and another baby on the way and even though I'm aware that hotd has a lot of time jumps, I do feel like we should at least have seen the wedding celebration before moving onto the future.

This event being glossed over really left a bad taste in my mouth.

9,5/10

I can just imagine the sad and awkward silence during that scene, poor girls.

5. Viserys testing Daemon regarding Aegon's prophecy

Soo, time to talk about the most incompetent targ king and his very problematic bro.

This scene had a loot of potential.

Apparently it was supposed to be about Viserys toying with the idea of revealing the Conquerer's prophecy to Daemon, but ultimately choosing not to after his brother showed little to no interest in what he was saying.

It would have been great to set up Daemyra's fight in the last episode

(honestly it would have been quite funny to see Daemon have a meltdown after hearing of the prophecy that he thinks his brother didn't trust him enough to tell him of, when he literally had the chance of knowing about it but threw it away lol)

And it also would have showcased how unfit Daemon is to rule, and given Viserys yet another reason to pick Rhaenyra as his heir over him.

9-/10

In conclusion:

Yes I know there are a lot more deleted scenes to discuss, but I really don't want this post to get too long, so I'm going to end it here.

Personally, I think all of these deleted scenes were good, and there genuinely wasn't a single one I would have hated to see on screen.

But what were your favourites? Please tell me, especially if they weren't featured in this post, I'm super curious to find out about more cut scenes to learn what we all missed lmao.

#hotd #house of the dragon #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #viserys targaryen #daemon targaryen #ser criston cole #criston cole #pro criston cole #deleted scenes

[piki-miki]

warning: a rant no one asked for!!!

episode 7 wasn't bad but i'm kinda disappointed abt how the writing is less and less subtle and they're forgetting the show don't tell rule

e.g. rick saying summer reminds him of diane, even tho he already said that before to the ai he made in c-137 (it had a huge impact in that scene). now he said it in a moment where it wasn't earned at all. it was still sweet ig.. it's just that some scenes feel like the writers have a fucking check list for the things they gotta make the characters say and make up stories around those dialogues. it comes out of nowhere.

then revealing summer's gay (what a big reveal, we already know that if you've read the comics or if you've seen the episode where jerry developed an app with glootie) in a random way like: oh look she doesn't want the guy because she want girl!! what a girlboss, another W for lgbt community /s

they could've used the time they wasted on showing off the boring ass party (that was really uncreative) to show summer and the girl develop at least some basic feelings lmao, but they just put the least effort into it so they could take "summer gay" off that checklist. like come on, i'd be interested in their relationship, they could have made her an actual person, but they gave more personality to the guy trafficking summer.

a similar thing happened in the cursed jerricky episode, where one of em said "we're all a little gay" like BE MORE SUBTLE I'M BEGGING!!! i always loved the show for not saying certain things out loud and not having to spell shit out for the audience, but in some episodes they wrote it like it's intended for children.

i'm kinda disappointed at the writing of a few episodes this season, they don't seem like they were thought out very well.

some episodes feel really bland because they make the characters say the most NPC phrases imaginable.

what's interesting is that most scenes with rick aren't affected by this at all, it's like all the effort is put into his writing, which is like a good thing for rick fans, but if they don't fix the world around him soon, i swear i'm gonna start theorizing that he's in a simulation again.

#rick and morty #rick and morty season 7 #spoilers

[666writingcafe]

The Dining Car

"So, according to the pamphlet, we'll be on the train all night before arriving at the station closest to Lake Io Lanthe in the morning. Once we get off the train, we'll be walking the rest of the way."

Once I'm done talking, Mammon rolls his eyes at me. I understand not wanting to share a room with Luke, but that doesn't completely explain the bad attitude he's had all day, nor does it excuse it.

"You need to take this seriously," Luke chides Mammon. "What if we get lost?" Another eye roll.

"At least I'm not bouncin' up and down like a kid in a candy store."

"That's not how you behaved in the kitchen," MC retorts, glancing up from their copy from the pamphlet to glare at him. Mammon merely returns to picking at his food, which suggests to me that he's too scared to talk back to them. It's interesting, the idea of him fearing them. I don't think he feels that way about anyone else, not even Lucifer--and I've heard some rather loud yelps from him when he's caught red-handed by his brother.

But he has been known to argue with Lucifer, and he's not even attempting to do anything like that with MC.

"Apparently, each of the cars on this train is named after an angel," MC reads out loud.

"Lemme see!" Luke exclaims. Once MC hands him the pamphlet and points to where the information is located, his face lights up.

"That's so cool! It shows just how much they love angels here in the human world." A brief pause, followed by a gasp. "And the first car is named after Michael himself!"

I take a sip from my beverage in order to stop myself from sighing. I really wish Luke didn't hold Michael on this high pedestal. It's only going to hurt him in the long run when he discovers that the seraph is far from perfect.

Don't get me wrong; Michael is ultimately a good person. He just has a lot of issues, his obsession with Lucifer being one of them. I'm honestly surprised he hasn't gotten in trouble for his shrine. The mere possibility of the de-facto man in charge worshiping the Avatar of Pride rather than devoting himself to God--I mean, Father--would bring about an amount of chaos that hasn't been seen since the Great War.

It would certainly make my situation seem far tamer in comparison.

"I mean, when it comes down to it, are angels really that great? I don't see what's so special about 'em."

"How dare you!" Great. Luke and Mammon are arguing.

"Take a deep breath, Luke," MC instructs.

"You're right," he replies once he's calmed down. "I can't let Mammon's stupid attempts at provoking me succeed."

"You know I'm sitting right here, don't ya?"

"Oh, look; dessert's here." The words sound incredibly hollow coming out of my mouth. I just want to eat in peace. The food's not great enough to warrant enjoying it per say, but it's at least edible.

Luke immediately digs into his dessert, offering some to MC in the process.

"Yo, Luke, gimme a bite of that dessert of yours!"

"Eww, no! Why should I give you any of my dessert?!"

"There ya go, actin' like a brat again. Like, take it easy. It's just dessert."

"Look who's talking! You're the one who's insisting on having part of someone else's dessert. That's way more childish!"

I'm getting a headache. This isn't good. It always starts with a headache. Maybe if I can sneak away and decompress--

I feel something grab my hand and squeeze it. Glancing underneath the table reveals it to be MC's hand, although you'd never tell by the look on their face that that's what they did.

I appreciate them trying to comfort me. I really do. This isn't the sort of thing I want them brought into, though. As it is, I've already revealed too much to them about it.

"We'll flip a coin. If I win, I get your dessert."

"No thanks. I don't even want your dessert."

"What, afraid you're gonna lose, are ya? Luke the loser is scared, is that it?"

Tight muscles. That's phase two. Phase three is the internal screaming.

Except everything feels more intense this time. Yes, I'm upset at Mammon for bullying Luke for no apparent reason, but it shouldn't be enough for me to feel like chewing his head off. Besides, I'm usually able to calm down before it gets this far, and yet none of my techniques are working.

"That's impossible! You cheated, didn't you?!"

Another squeeze.

The hand.

"MC, let go," I hiss.

"I can't." I try to myself, but I fail as well. "I'm sorry, Simeon."

I feel bad. I really do. Everyone in this dining car is about to see a nasty side to me. The only thing I can do is hope that no one gets hurt.

"You're Michael's little puppy. You sit in his lap and sniff him and snuggle up against him all day long, doncha?"

There it is. The final straw that broke the camel's back.

"That's enough!" I snarl. Instantly, all eyes are on our table. I'm sure a few other cars heard me as well. I can get rather loud when I'm in this state.

Dinner's officially over.

#obey me shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me luke

[doodle17]

Okay I gotta ask what's your opinions/thoughts on Helluva boss and Hazbin Hotel?

Short and frankly nicest answer I can think of: I'm glad it makes at least someone out there happy

Long and frankly honest answer: I don't like them. And no, it's not because I'm Christian or anything like that. I actually enjoyed the pilots for both, and the ideas themselves are very interesting! But, I mean... Just look up Vivziepop/HH/HB critical on here and see for yourself... it'll save me a lot of ranting...

Viv herself isn't the best person, which really sucks cause she was a big inspiration for me when I was younger and saw her old animations, and zoophobia comic. Its really one of the things made me want to become an artist, so seeing how she acts these days is really heartbreaking.

The pilots were both very good imo. I loved the characters in the Helluva Boss pilot, especially Moxxie and Stolas. It's sucks what they've been turned into. I loved Moxxie as this tired employee who disliked his boss and was constantly on the verge of having a panic attack and was just- so grumpy yet enjoyable to watch! Now, he's a whiney, pathetic wet-cat who wants validation from his boss and everyone around him, is afraid to get angry and now is absolutely hard to watch without cringing. I'm not a fan that he's a character associated with one of the GODS OF VOICE ACTING Richard Horvitz, Because he has voiced waaaay better characters...

And Stolas! What in the hell happened there? I would've been all in for him being an obstacle/minor antagonist in the series (like he was supposedly revealed to be in the pilot) but we once again got another pathetic depressed guy who just wants love.

I thought the show was supposed to be a spinoff from HH that followed a bunch of demons who assassinated humans for money? That premise would be absolutely hilarious if it was done right, and with the RIGHT AMOUNT OF ADULT HUMOR,that wouldn't make me physically flinch, I would've watched that show ASAP! If it the episodes were just about the hijinks they get up too, and it wasn't treated as it's own series once again, I would've enjoyed it.

But no. It's crude and not in a fun way, the jokes to emotional scenes, back to jokes, will give you such tonal whiplash it'll make your neck hurt, and it's constanly being watered down by its relationships.

And I'll just come out and say it: the animation and character designs are not as good as I think everyone makes em out to be. The animation is nothing to shake a stick at, but it isn't horrible. But the designs are just... Ouch

#I already know hh is probably gonna have the same issues #I know for a FACT that even though Charlie is the main focus #She'll get sidelined for angel or alastor #It's just gonna be hard to watch #And it really sucks that that's the standard for indie animation apparently #Because of course vivziepop is the first person to make a good webseries #“Good webseries” my ass #This show is like watching a car wreck #Doodles rants #helluva boss #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critical

[sansblkgirlfriend]

Darling, His Darling - C.S (fanfic)

Pairing: Choi San x Reader Au: Yandere, Royalty au

Synop: LIving with your lady was bad enough, but when she invites a fellow monarch over is when it goes from bad to worse.

Warnings: Class/Power abuse, abuse, manipulation, murder/death, dark themes, yandere themes, San’s pretty delusional, and he does some weird shit later in the fic.. Nsfw: Dom!San, Sub!Reader, unprotected sex, praise kink, dirty talk, degradation, let me know what i missed.

A/N: Please do not read if yandere themes make you uncomfortable, I don't want to make anyone feel some type of way.

T's: @soobinshouseplant @mingissoggywaffles ( @taehyunscaramelfrappe ) @ninathesunflower

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“I better see this floor spotless! I won’t have any of you ruin my chance!”

The shrill voice of Lady Raina announced to you all.

Today was a special day for the Lady of the House as a really important monarch was arriving.

Prince San from the Kingdom of Aurora.

It was said that he was a gentleman, he cared for his subjects and servants, ruling with an iron fist alongside his fellow royals in the house of 8. 

You’ve heard good things about the prince, so it’s surprising that he was coming to this place when there's several other kinder women out there. And Lady Raina…well..

“(Y/n!)! Emerald! Jade! You three are to greet the prince! You three are the least ugliest.

And with that Raina turned and left, yelling down the hallway. It made all the maids surrounding you fly up into a flurry rushing around. While you, Emerald and Jade sighed in unison.

The three of you were the head maids, with you being at the manor the longest. Emerald and Jade were a pair of twins that came around 3 months ago and outshined everyone else, which earned their promotions to head maids. They were your only friends in the manor as you felt like the other maids disliked you for some unknown reason. It wasn’t your fault that the Lady of the Manor was so rude and a bitch, but they loved to take it out on you.

Anyway, the three of you moved to go and prepare yourselves.

Jade scoffed as she walked, green eyes in a fiery rage. “Why us?! And how dare she call us ugly when she looks like the bottom of the ocean floor.” She grumbled, making Eme giggle. “I know right? The fact that she calls the three of us ugly, yet always uses us to greet the royals..”

You nodded in agreement, your annoyance on your face already. “ Well, let's just get this over with guys..” You mutter as the three of you walk to your rooms.

Whenever a maid needed to greet visiting royalty, they were told to dress in their best clothing and make a good impression. It was annoying every time.

Not only because if you failed to make a good impression you’d be punished, but if you did, you ran the risk of being kicked out or even murdered if Lady Raina suspected a visiting royal was showing interest. So it wasn’t good for the servant at all. 

But luckily each time that you did it, the royals were stuck up bastards, so you didn’t have to worry about that.

But then again, this was a prince that was naturally kind.

You might have to be worried.

“(Y/n!) He’s Here!”

You cursed as Emerald pulled you to the front manor door. You were dressed in a beautiful deep red gown that was only used for special occasions. The twins were in matching green gowns of a similar style, they looked at you before giving a thumbs up. The door opened to reveal some of the royal advisors to the prince.

You kept your eyes glued to the ground as you heard footsteps coming towards you.

“Why are your eyes to the ground? Look at me please.”

You nervously raised your head and your eyes widened as a soft blush spreads across your face.

Prince San stood mere feet away from you with a small smirk on his face. He was gorgeous, black hair slicked back with gray peeking underneath it, pretty brown eyes staring at you. He wore a matching color outfit to yours, a deep red suit with accents of jewelry decorating it.

A chuckle leaves his throat before he speaks again. 

“Cat got your tongue?” He asked jokingly and you quickly shook your head to snap out of the little daze you were in.

“O-oh, I’m sorry your highness.” You moved to grab Eme and Jade’s hands to do your little introduction. The three of you bowed infront of him.

“Welcome Prince San to our beloved manor, Her Lady Raina is waiting in the main room for you.”

The Prince smiles as he walks past the three of you with his advisors behind him. Emerald giggles as Jade places a hand on your back.

“You alright (y/n)? You locked up at his beauty..” Jade asks and you nodded slowly. 

It was your first time you saw Prince San in person, and he was just as handsome as they saide. They being Jade and Emerald. Their previous job required them to work underneath some of the royal advisors, so they told you plenty of stories of the Prince and how he was to prepare you for today.

He was the fairytale prince charming that everyone wanted and dreamed of. You included.

You sighed longingly, leaning on Emerald as the three of you walked to the throne room. You couldn’t stop thinking of the prince and his beauty. He was just too damn beautiful for him to be real. You really felt bad for him if this is who he chose to marry because he would be in for one  hell of a ride.

When you reached the main room, you took your places beside Raina as she talked to the Prince. The male noticed you and brought it to Raina’s attention, “How did you know Red was my favorite color Raina? Dressing such a beautiful maiden in the color.” He said with a small smile and you quickly diverted your gaze to the floor as Raina gave a dry laugh.

“How funny, (Y/n)’s favorite color is red. I’m not much of a fan because i think it makes women look fat. But~” She gets close to the prince and runs a hand along his chest. “I’ll wear it just for you, your highness~”

You peek up to see the Prince cringe at her words and try to shuffle away from her, making you stifle a giggle. All her attempts of flirting were being poorly executed and it made the three of you laugh. 

“Pfft.. the prince looks disgusted..” Jade whispered to you and you nodded, covering your mouth. This was not the first time Lady Raina’s family made her go in search for love, and it will certainly not be the last knowing her track record. 

The Lady was not a good person, she was abusive to her partner and servants, she treated anyone she deemed beneath him like shit. So if you were unlucky to be seen as such, you best run for the hills because she’s evil and Sadistic. Which made you sad that she was going after such a kind male like Prince San.

Like you had expressed to Eme and Jade, you hated the fact that she was just going after him for his money. He was kind, sweet and caring, a rarity among nobles, so for her to just try use him really drove you up a wall.

“You three. Make yourself useful and prepare the Prince’s room.”

You looked over to see Raina perched in the Prince’s lap, an evil smirk on his face. It made your stomach twist in knots, but you swallowed your pride. You wanted badly to scream at the male to run away, to choose someone else…

Hell he could choose you if he wanted to. You’d treat him ten times better than Raina would.

The three of you nodded and said in unison, “Yes, Lady Raina.” Walking away to go to prepare the guest room for Prince San.

Raina watched as the three of you walked away, her smirk falling into a disgusted look. How dare you wear red today? Were you trying to steal the prince away from her? Raina doubted it.

She was always weary of you when it came to the royals. They seemed to like you more than her, and she didn’t know why. You had no money and you surely didn’t look any better than her. So why were men and women so infatuated with you?

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, but blushed when Prince San placed a hand on her leg, trailing it higher than she thought he would.

“Lady Raina. Who is the one with the (h/c) hair?”

She internally groaned but gave a fake smile anyways. “That’s (Y/n), my head maid, she’s amazing. She’s a wonderful worker.” She said, with a sickeningly sweet tone. Prince San hummed in response as if thinking of what he was gonna say next.

“Will she speak highly of you? I want to ask your servants about you.”

Oh fuck. 

Raina quickly nodded “Of course she would! But why do you want to speak to her?”

San gave a smile. “I talk to the servants to see if you are really the nice woman you claim to be. Because I don't want a disrespectful woman ruining my reputation. So if she speaks highly of you, that means i’ll take your hand in marriage.”

Raina suddenly had an idea.

“Oh! Of course then! I’ll tell her to come to your room tonight!”

She had a plan. And it was going to work.

Whether you liked it or not.

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While you were preparing yourself for bed, dressed in only your red silk nightgown, you were humming softly. You jumped as your room door slammed open, you straightened up as you saw it was Lady Raina. 

“Yes, My-” You were cut off as she smacked you clear across the face, her ring scratching your cheek, small droplets of blood coming out.

“You are to speak highly of me to the Prince.” She stated gripping your hair and yanking you to the ground. “Utter a bad word about me to him..” Rained brandished a knife, pressing it to your cheek. “I think you’ll know what’s gonna happen.” She presses it closer, nearly breaking skin. “Do I make myself clear?” You nodded weakly as she roughly shoved you out the room.

You cupped your face in fear, tears welling in your eyes.

Walking to Prince San’s room, you made up your mind. You were gonna tell the Prince about her, you didn’t care about how you would be punished but you couldn’t brand yourself to allow him to marry her.

Stumbling, you managed to make it to the Prince’s room with her eyes staring at your back. You knocked on his room door, shaking.

“Come In.”

 You enter the room to see Prince San sitting on his bed as if he was waiting to talk to you. San’s eyes fell on you, his soft smile fading as he see’s you holding your cheek.

“You requested to see me, your highness?”

 He nods, “Yes, Come here..”

He pates the spot beside him and you walk over, sitting down. Your heart was beating like hell as he turned to you. 

“You seem nervous, (Y/n)” San says and you sigh, coming clean. 

“I am, My lady told me you wanted to talk to me.” You say, watching as the Prince moves closer to you.

“Yes, I wanted to ask- What is that?” You yelp as he places his hand on your cheek, his hand now on the mark that Lady Raina caused. The prince pulls hi shand away seeing blood on his hand.

He stays quiet for a bit, just staring at the bodily fluid on his hand. You were scared for a bit, reaching to pat his shoulder only to nearly scream as he grabs your shoulder and does something that scared you. 

Instead of wiping your blood off like a normal person, The Prince leaned forward and licked the scar, licking the whole scar, clearly getting blood on his tongue. He backed away, returning his tongue back to his mouth.

“I know I said I liked the color red, but only when it’s a clothing piece on you, not the blood. But I couldn't help it. You looked so cute~”

You stared in disbelief as the Prince held a smile on his face, “I’ve had my eyes on you for a while Y/n, but I had to wait to get you in my arms..but now i have you.” He said softly, pulling you into his lap. You froze in his grip, leaning against his chest. The darkness of the room was only illuminated by the moonlight coming through the window.

It allowed you to see the Prince was only dressed in sleep pants, his shirt was gone, allowing you to feel his toned body against your back. You felt as if you were in some twisted and demented dream that you werew confused on whether you wanted to wake up from or not.

“Tell me what she did to you my love..” He finally spoke, his hands drifting to your legs, slowly creeping up. You stayed quiet a little bit, only making a noise when San’s hands went higher.

“Tell me. Unless you want me to get madder than I already am.” He said sternly, squeezing your leg. 

“P-please don’t marry her your highness…” You begin, “Wasn’t planning on it-”

“No, she abuses us, she’s rude and plenty more.” San went silent as he listened to you.

He loved having you in his arms instead of that wench, but he hated the words leaving your mouth.

He had been planning on coming to get you for months now.

Your two friends Jade and Emerald were no normal maids, they were in fact his two most trusted advisors. He knew they’d succeed in becoming your friend and giving him the scoop on you, allowing him to come in and be your charming prince.

The Prince had met you while you were doing errands in Aurora for Raina. She would always get her dressed from the city and one time you bumped into him while he was getting a new suit for an event. He fell in love with you right then and there. 

Not only because you were wearing his favorite color, but you were so cute and sweet that San felt like he was just gonna melt right then and there. So he made sure he sent Eme and Jade to figure out just who you were so he could have you.

But now that he did, he saw just how much shit you had to deal with and it tore him up inside.

“She also threatened to kill me.”

You yelped as your back hit his bed, Prince San was now hovering over you with a serious look on his face. He knew Raina was an evil, conniving bitch but he was not prepared for those words to leave your beautiful lips.

“She what? Did I hear that right?” He asked and you nodded. San stayed quiet, only dropping down to place his head in the crook of your neck, making you tense up. The Prince was laying on top of you, his arms wrapped around you.

You were freaking out internally and damn near screamed when you felt his lips on your neck, (as if he already didn’t lick blood off your cheek..)

“This wouldn’t have happened if I made you mind..” He mumbled against you. “You’d be sage. You’d be loved. “ He continued, trailing kisses down your neck and stopping above your chest.

“W-wait, Your high-” “Shh..”

You gasped as the prince’s hands went all the way up your dress and stopped at your panties.

“Will you let your prince take care of you, and show you how you deserved to be treated?..” He asked, moving his head so that his lips were now ghosting over yours.

You, still convinced this was some crazy ass fever dream nodded, but the prince shook his head,

“Words, Princess.”  His words sent shivers down your spine and you swallowed your pride.

“Y-yes sir..”

San quickly tore your panties from your body like it was nothing, he chuckled at your stunned face as he lifted your gown over your breasts.

He sighs longingly as he leans down, capturing your left nipple in his mouth. You whimpered  as San swirls his tongue around the swollen bud.

He lets out soft groans as he nestles himself between your legs. The Prince found himself grinding against you, his other hand making sure your other breasts were not left untouched.

You whimpered as you felt San’s clothed cock rub against you. You could barely take it anymore and as crazy as this scenario was, you needed the Prince now.

“Your highness..” You whined out and he hummed in response

“How much more teasing..” You asked and he chuckled, sitting up with a pop.

“Yes darling?~” He teasingly asked grinding against you.

“P-please..stop teasing..” You begged softly. San playfully gasped at your words. “Aww if my darling gets tired of me teasing her~?” He teased before chuckling.

“But who am I to deny you?~”

The Prince backed up and began removing his pants, you watched his every movement, drinking in his toned chest, his beautiful face and his amazing body. Your eyes fell to his down, chuckling at your eyes widening as his final article of clothing dropped to the floor.

The Prince was huge, you were silently worrying how that would fit in you. You squealed as the prince pulled you to the edge of the bed. “ Don’t worry, I’m going to prepare you for me~” He says as his hand trails up to your cunt, circling around and earning a grunt from the prince.

“Oh my~, You’re so wet~” You gasped as the Prince sunk two fingers into you. He entered them at a slow pace at first, holding you in place to prevent you from squirming around.

You let out broken moans and whimpers as he fingered you. This wasn’t your first time, but it had been a while so this feeling was new.

“Such a pretty thing darling, You deserve to be royalty..not a maid…”

“Gonna make you such a pretty Queen..”

“Such a tight little cunt..”

San’s words went straight to your heat and you clenched around his fingers. Bucking your hips into his hand. You whined as the prince stopped all together, slowly removing his hand.

And before you could get the chance to whine, he pressed his tip at your entrance. He gives a knowing look before pushing into you. You wince and the Prince hissed at how tight you were. You felt tears welling in your eyes as he inched further in. When the Prince finally bottomed out, you could’ve sworn you stars in his eyes.

He looked down at you with such desire that you would’ve thought the two of you were a married couple. 

He was motionless until you rolled your hips into his, making him let out a growl.

“Princess-”

“Please more…Please fuck me..”

Your begging caught him off guard, he looked down at your pleading face, it turned on something in him and let out a low groan.

“You’re playing a dangerous game princess-”

You caught him off by grinded against him, giving a teasing look. 

San smirked then snapped his hips into yours, starting at a rough pace. You cry out as the Prince holds your hips in place, slamming his into yours with a smirk.

San felt as if he was in heaven, a pretty woman crying out for him, begging to be turned into his little whore.

He could imagine you swollen  with his children, the pretty crown on your head and him standing right next to you. He was dreaming of this moment since he laid eyes on you..

And now he has you..

“Fuck, fuck..you feels so good..my perfect little thing..”

The other sounds that could be heard in the room were your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The prince let out a series of grunts and moans as you clenched around him.

He placed his head near your neck as his thrusts started to become more erratic. His moans sounded nearly feral as his cock was abusing your cunt.

You cried out as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. The Prince made sure you couldn’t move, and that you could only accept what his dick was giving to you. 

“A-ah your highness~ I-i’m c-coming-” You screamed out, you clenched around the prince one final time before that familiar wave of pleasure come over you.

You were reduced to whimpers as the prince fucked you through your orgasm. San was close behind you, his hips finally stuttering and coming to a stop as he spilled his load into you. He let out a string of curse words before he stopped.

The prince slowly rolled off of you and sighed softly. “ Are you okay, My darling~?” He asked rolling on his side to wrap his arm around your waist. You nodded slowly, letting out a soft moan as he fingered his cum back into you.

San leaned over and pressed a kiss to your lips. 

“Good night my princess~”

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You jolted awake and looked around, seeing that you were back in your room. 

“(y/n)!! Get here now!!”

You sighed softly and you climbed out of bed, heading over to get dressed. You headed down the hallway, running a hand through your hair.

When you made it to the main room your gasped in shock, seeing Emerald and Jade dressed in suits instead of their pretty dresses and Prince San had Raina on her knees with all the other maids staring.

San looked up at you and smiled sweetly.

“Darling~ How do you feel? I carried you back to your room after last night..”

Your face heated up as everyone looked at you. You walked over confused before Raina yelled at you.

“YOU STUPID BITCH!! THIS IS YOUR FAULT I WILL HAVE YOU FUCKING KILLED YOU DUMB WHORE!!” She cursed at you and you stayed silent.

“YOU THINK FUCKING THE PRINCE IS GONNA MAKE HIM LIKE YOU?! HE’S GONNA LEAVE YOU WHEN THE NEXT OBSESSION COMES AROUND!!”

“YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A COCKSLEEVE TO HIM!”

You looked down at the ground, feeling tears come into your eyes, because what if she’s right? The next obsession could come along and you could be in Raina’s position. 

 You could be replaced and theres nothing you can do about it.

“Darling.”

 If the prince has this obsession over you now, imagine what could happen if he gets tired?

“Darling?”

Raina smirked as she looked at you,

“Face it (Y/n). You’re commoner trash, and he’ll NEVER love you.”

“What if she’s right?..What if i’m just replaceable..”

You stood looking at the floor, your tears streaming down your face. Your emotions were so fucked up that you didn’t see San walk up to you and shook your shoulder. 

“(Y/n)! I’m here, your prince is here. Don’t listen to her..please “ He said pulling you to his chest.

“I wouldn’t have done all this for you…” He mumbled, his eyes soon falling to the laughing Raina. She had a devilish look on her face, the same one she had when he asked about you.

“Stupid bitch..” Raina spat and San snapped. 

He whipped out a gun from his pocket and the twins backed away. 

“Darling. Cover your ears.”

“W-why-”

A several bangs were heard and several screams rang out, you looked to see Raina, riddled with bullet holes, slowly slumping to the ground. She was looking at you in shock with her last breaths before collapsing to the ground in front of you.

You stared. Desensitized as San caressed your hair, barking orders at the other maids to clean this mess up. 

“It’s okay Darling…it’ll all be okay.”

“We’ll be home soon..and you’ll be safe..”

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[audinosaur]

aoba johsai <3 lover

hi here’s some songs from taylor swift’s lover album that i think match each seijoh pairing :)) 

iwaoi <3 lover

i mean c’mon

it’s IWAOI ofc they get the title track

“and you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me / and at every table, i’ll save you a seat” 

AHSJDJ it’s them !! they don’t even have to say anything, if there’s a chair open next to iwa/oiks, everyone automatically knows who it’s unofficially reserved for

“and i’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you”

^ i think this covers both oikawa’s natural jealousy as well as how iwaizumi’s watched time after time again as countless amounts of people crush on his tooru

just the term “lover” for them. i think it’s the word they’d use in the timeskip when describing their “secret relationship” during interviews, it reveals as little as possible about the “mystery person” while still properly communicating just how important they are :)

matsuhana <3 it’s nice to have a friend

makki and mattsun genuinely have no fucking clue how they got together, they just sorta slowly shifted from being friends and doing friend things to doing boyfriend things and being boyfriends

bc of this they just picked a random ass day as their anniversary and just rolled w it

matsuhana’s so interesting to me because they’re friends to lovers like iwaoi/kinkuni yet each of them is a different FLAVOR of friends to lovers that i can’t quite explain but i love em

“something gave you the nerve / to touch my hand”

THEY!! YES! doing all their coupley shit all the while saying “it’s nice to have a friend” even though they both realize it’s faded into something much more

“twenty questions, we tell the truth” idk they just seem like they’ve never lied to each other before bc they’ve never had any reason to hide what they’re feeling

kyouhaba <3 afterglow

*deep inhale* OKAY there’s a LOT !

it should be noted that literally so fucking many of the other songs fit them but i want something slightly kinda happy pls :’)

i really love this song and it’s portrayal of arguing w your loved one and then taking the time afterwards to apologize and take accountability 

and there are so so many kyouhaba fics where they fight and then make amends (although i still think there should be even MORE)

i just love them having so many feelings and not enough ways to deal w them and the vulnerability when they own up to their mistakes and AAHHHHHHHH

“i don’t wanna do this to you / i don’t wanna lose this with you” and “hey, it’s all me, just don’t go” 

(^ examples of them being VULNERABLE AND OPEN)

also “tell me that you’re still mine / tell me that we’ll be just fine / even when i lose my mind”

i am normal about them! (lie)

side note i like how when perusing the seijoh couples gallery you just see “childhood friends to lovers!”, “best friends to lovers!”, “pals to lovers!”, then you turn the corner and see the most aggressive, tension-fueled enemies(?) to lovers pairing you’ve ever seen for no goddamn rhyme or reason

kinkuni <3 paper rings 

paper rings has a childlike whimsy that suits kindaichi & kunimi’s relationship perfectly 

half of the lyrics seem like things kindaichi would say to kunimi w full earnesty too

“i’m with you even if it makes me blue” and “wrap your arms around me, baby boy” !!!

(kunimi calls it “corny”, kindaichi calls it “romantic”, both with dumbass, lovestruck smiles on their faces)

“i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this” is 100% kunimi though, he doesn’t like surprises and events that require him to exert extra effort, but for kindaichi? he’s more than okay with it

the whole song is just so sugary sweet and shamelessly adorable and at the end of the day that’s what kinkuni is! (at least behind closed doors, bc they get embarrassed sometimes)

and bc i can’t leave my boy out, it should be noted that watari shinji is a red man to his very CORE. you bet your ass on his twenty-second birthday he was blasting 22 like his life depends on it

#seijoh #aoba johsai #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #matsuhana #yahaba shigeru #kyoutani kentarou #kyouhaba #kindaichi yuutarou #kunimi akira #kinkuni #watari shinji #RAAAAHHHH !!!!

[vampi-fixx]

otome/dating sim headcanons: gin ichimaru

what’s he like as a character in a dating sim?

tw/cw: suggestive content, mild 18+ content at end, modern AU, manipulative behavior, Gin. Gin himself is a tw. word count: 2.6k

- Gin is clearly that trickster character that's hard to pin down or get a read on. His route is one of the side routes that you can play only after playing one of the main character’s routes at least once. He works with Aizen in a corporate setting, but on the side, he’s definitely involved in some sketchy business. It’s either drug-dealing, or yakuza stuff, or both. Something that aligns with his scant morals. He does all of Aizen’s dirty work while he gets to maintain his clean image, but even Gin’s loyalties to him seem a bit tenuous.

- You can't tell if he actually likes you, or if he’s just bored. He never loses that sly smile of his, and he doesn't offer up much of himself. While playing his route, you get the feeling that you’re much like a mouse being toyed with by a hungry snake. He likes to alternate between call you his little mouse, if you choose dialogue options that veer towards shyness, or his little rabbit, if you end up showing some sass. Either way, it’s a patronizing nickname.

- The main way to earn his affection is: indulging in his banter, not snooping around in his business, and not revealing too much about yourself. Gin likes to play with his food before eating it, but a quick meal is never satisfying. He likes someone who’s a bit hard to get to know; it makes him appreciate the chase and the cornering, and the inevitable moment when he breaks someone’s guard down, only to break them. That being said, he doesn’t being ignored entirely, so if you play it cool too much, he loses interest. He is also incredibly secretive, so there’s not much he’ll reveal to you. It’s a tight rope to walk, so it might best to look up a guide for his route.

- His gorgeous childhood friend Rangiku Matsumoto appears several times throughout his route, and you wonder if they’re something more. If you’re on track for his good end, she reveals to you that she’s often worried about Gin’s behavior and the things he involves himself in, and asks you to keep an eye on him when she can’t. You two become close friends.

- Dates? What are those? He’s not the kind of guy to bring you on dates. He’ll show up at your work or other places you frequent. He has the uncanny ability of showing up wherever you are. Sometimes it’s just to say hi, and other times it’s to start a quick conversation.

- Do you like persimmons? Nope? Well now you do. :) It’s his favorite fruit, and he brings you one every time he sees you. If you’re not a fan of them, he responds with a coy, “I’ll make ya like em.” You get the feeling he’s not just talking about the fruit...

- He goes long periods of time with no contact, or disappears suddenly. While it does make you worry if you’re on the right track, you quickly realize it’s just his personality. It does gives you time to snoop in secret. Definitely do not try to get close to Aizen; you’ll lose points if you do. Not to mention it’s near impossible. Even if you find him attractive and are hoping for some kind of side fling. Their third work associate, Kaname Tousen, is not particularly friendly to you once you mention Gin’s name, but there’s no points lost by talking with him. Rangiku is your best bet, but trying to befriend his assistant Izuru Kira sheds more light on Gin’s less desirable qualities, and also yields the option for an alternate ending...

- Gin kisses you pretty early on in the route. He is most likely to initiate physical contact first, but at the expense of a lack of emotional intimacy. You’re asking him too many questions about himself, and he’s always been curious about what his lovely little mouse/rabbit looks like when flustered. He kisses you to distract you, but also to satiate his own greed. When it’s over, all you see a flash of his icy blue eyes before he closes them, and comments on how you’re exactly what he expected you to taste like. But after that, he disappears for a few days LOL.

- There’s a steamy scene you can unlock for a night at Gin’s place, right before the end scene, but you have to be careful about how it’s triggered. If it culminates from you constantly asking him about his side work, trying to cling to him, and reaching out when he disappears, well... he’ll show his fangs. He uses you, and the next morning he cruelly kicks you out, and you find he’s removed himself entirely from your life. On the other hand, if you give him enough space, he’ll come to you naturally, driven by his own insatiable curiosity. While you still wake up alone in his bed, there’s a scene where he emerges freshly-showered from the bathroom and well, if you choose the right dialogue options, the last scene you see before the screen fades to black is him pinning you to the bed, his towel discarded on the floor, a coy smile on his face as he asks if his little mouse/rabbit is hungry...

- If you ask him how he feels about you, he’ll respond with that unwavering eerie smile, probably some simpering comment about how you entertain him, but that’s it. Most of the time, he’ll evade the topic. Don’t expect a straightforward confession from him. You get the sense that even he doesn’t know how he feels about you, or at least want to admit it. If you really want his facade to crack, even for a second, it’ll have to be triggered by you in danger.

- Between all the options, he’s most likely to have some crazy shit happen in his route. You have to be careful about just who you interact with, especially when they find out you’re associated with Gin. He has quite a few enemies, or at the very least, loose allies who intensely dislike him. You’re most likely to get kidnapped, or held at gunpoint. If the cards play right, he saves you. If not... well...

BAD END 1

Conditions: Asking him too many questions about himself and what he does, seeking him out, clinging to him.

You get kidnapped by a notorious crime syndicate that goes by the Arrancar. You wake up tied to a chair, and a terrifyingly tall man with a huge smile and a white eyepatch is interrogating you on how much you know, when Gin appears. You expect him to save you, but he smiles cruelly. He didn’t come here to rescue you. The last thing you hear is a gunshot.

BAD END 2

Conditions: Asking him too many questions about himself and what he does, seeking him out, telling him that you’d put up with any and all of his tactics to be with him.

Same scenario as above, but Gin gets you out of it this time. The thing is, he’s very distant afterwards. You try to call him only to hear his line has been disconnected. Weeks pass and it seems like the memory of a silver-haired, grinning snake are just a dream... There’s a basket of persimmons rotting on your desk when you get back to work.

NEUTRAL END 1

Conditions: Demanding him to be honest and quit playing mind games with you, admitting that you can’t be with someone who you can’t trust, ignoring his messages.

Gin never contacts you after the night at his place. You see him one day strolling the shopping district with Rangiku. You approach him and he comments that rather than helpless prey, you’re much like a bird, and he can’t swallow you whole without clipping your wings first. You’re puzzled and as you stare at his retreating back, you wonder what kind of guy expects you to wait around for him, to be satisfied with half-truths and unread messages.

You figure you’re much better off single. 

NEUTRAL END 2

Conditions: Demanding him to be honest and quit playing mind games with you, admitting that you can’t be with someone who you can’t trust, befriending Izuru

Gin never contacts you after the night at his place. You run into Kira while browsing books at a local bookstore. He’s surprised you even remember a guy as nondescript as him. You learn he writes poetry, and you ask if you can read his some time. He recommends you a book by his favorite poet. You exchange numbers, and a few months down the line, you’re reclining on him, listening to the lines he’s written. He stumbles over his words a few times; he hopes you don’t notice the poem he’s written is about you. (Of course you notice.) You reach for his hand, and he entwines his with yours. It’s nice to know where his heart lies—between your clasped hands, in his trembling, adoring voice.

GOOD END 1

Conditions: Asking Gin to be more honest with you, but not forcing him to change (he won’t), telling him that despite his shortcomings, you still want to be with him (maybe you’re a masochist?), ignoring his messages after he reappears into your life, while telling him that two can play the ghosting game (he does like his games)

You’re having lunch with Gin, or rather, he’s playing with a persimmon while you eat your lunch. He steals a few of your gyoza while pretending he’s not aware you’re watching. You ask him why he can’t just buy his own lunch, when you know he has money, and he responds that it’s much more fun to annoy you this way. (Maybe he also wanted to try your cooking but he doesn’t want to ask nicely. It’s much easier to steal and then charm his way into obtaining forgiveness.) He still disappears every once in awhile, but at least now, he knows he has to put in the effort to get you to warm up to him again. It’s fine though—the way he sees it, what’s life without a little challenge? You don’t question his life choices more than you need to, but you do ask him not to make you worry. He throws his persimmon into the air, before catching it, then cocks his head to the side.

“What’ve ya got to worry for?”

“Oh, I dunno. Maybe your exceptional talent at pissing everyone off.”

He grins wider. “You’re not wrong.” His smile fades a bit, and then, he says in a low voice, “Just for ya,’ I’ll try. Since ya’ asked so nicely.”

And maybe that’s all you can ask for.

GOOD END 2

Conditions: Not forcing Gin to change, but warning him that even snakes get hunted for their skins, telling him that even prey have to trust their predators to want to stay close to them, admitting that maybe he’s bad for you, but maybe you like it, ignoring his messages after he ignores you

“You’ll get hurt,” you tell him softly. You know the signs by now. Whatever kind of illicit business he’s involved in, that has people with strange tattooed numbers on their faces coming in and out of his place, that had him frowning when you mentioned seeing a tall man with a white eyepatch trail you at work—whatever it is, it’s reaching an inevitable crescendo. And you know he has to play a pivotal role in it.

He waves it off, as always.

Gin once told you that you were like a rabbit. He was wrong. You stand between him and the door, defiance in your countenance.

“If you leave again, I’m not letting you back in.”

His smile drops. “Ya’ don’t mean that.”

“And if I do?” His eyes peel open, his icy gaze pinning you to the door.

It’s silent for several beats.

“Well, I’ll just have to slither my way back in, huh?”

It’s not a promise, but it’s the closest thing to one he offers you.

He reaches past you, for the door handle, but as you look away, disappointment churning heavy in your gut, his hand grasps your shoulder. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear.

“‘Sides, I can’t up and disappear now. I got ya’ waiting for me here.”

He nips at the junction between your collarbone and your throat, his hand sliding beneath your shirt, to your back, pressing you closer to him. You let out a gasp, tangling your hands in his silvery hair, and a low sound rumbles in his chest. He grips you tighter, his teeth biting down harder at the sensitive skin of your neck. His hands are cool against your waist, as if leaching the heat from your body.

He pulls away suddenly, and for once Gin is looking something short of sure. His brow creased, he’s seemingly engaged in his own mental debate.

“Fine.” You sigh, stepping aside. “Go. I can’t stop you.” 

He doesn’t make a move to leave.

Finally, his hand reaches for the doorknob, pausing before he turns it.

“Yer still gonna be here, right?” he asks.

You look up in confusion. “Um—y-yeah.”

He smiles at you, and it’s not like his usual, sinister curl to his lips. It’s softer. It’s the first time you’ve seen Gin smile with a hint of genuineness. 

“Good. ‘Cause I never finished my meal,” he says. Your cheeks warm at the way his gaze darts down to your neck, where his lips just were, before leaving.

When you check in the mirror, you see why.

He left a dark purple bruise on your neck.

SECRET EPILOGUE

Conditions: Triggered after Good End 1 or 2. Must have chosen flirty/suggestive dialogue options during night at Gin’s place.

You’re neck-deep in the hot water of your bath, stressed as you are by work, by not hearing from Gin in weeks. You don’t hear your phone go off with a text message. One second you’re reclining against the tub, eyes closed and head tilted back, and the next, the door clicks open. You scramble for cover, only to be surprised once you see Gin standing before you.

He’s in a full suit and tie, and something about him looks terribly haggard. At your wide-eyed stare, however, he laughs.

“Ya left an extra key under the mat,” he says off-handedly. You furrow your brow, attempting to recall if that’s the truth, or if, like all things Gin does, he did it in secret. His eyes trail with keen interest over your body, barely covered, as he yanks his tie off. “Can’t believe ya started without me, my lil’ rabbit~”

“What are you—” He gets in the bath with you, not even bothering to take off his clothes. Your brow furrows as you watch the water seep into his dress shirt. 

“Isn’t that uncomfortable?”

He shrugs. “‘S fine. Not like I paid for it.”

You’re about to tell him that’s not what you meant, but you’re distracted by his clothed leg nudging yours underwater. Taking your eyes off him proves to be a mistake. He springs forward, kissing you suddenly, his mouth hard against yours. He cages you in place with his body, using one of his hands to balance himself on the tubs’ edges.

“Lil’ mouse, I wonder...” he mutters once he’s pulled away, his hand cradling your chin between his thumb and index finger. Like you’re game he’s caught, and is about to devour. “How long can ya hold yer breath underwater?”

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