#I think it gets very uncomfortable for me the longer that joke goes on but WHATVEER

[lowcallyfruity]

Guys I thought we hated the shroud parents- I thought this was a whole thing one time when we talked about how they’re probably not the best parents- guys am I going insane I swear there was a point in time when we hated them- guys-

#also I’ve been thinking about this but #shroud mom looking through Idias personal belongings (files) is BAD right #can we all agree on this? #I’m not on jp so I don’t know all of the context but #from what I have seen she went through his computer files??? #and that is.. concerning to me?? going through your child’s stuff is bad right guys? can we agree on this? #I don’t care what the reason is it’s still a really gross thing to do right ????? #are we acknowledging this? #because all I see is people finding it funny and doing comics and stuff #which is FINE. as long as we acknowledge this is not. something that a parent should do #I think it gets very uncomfortable for me the longer that joke goes on but WHATVEER #its FINE I guess #I’m just being dramatic but idgaf #idk it just seems that everyone* loves them now? #*I know not evryone does but a lot of people do #and why? is it their designs? the way they act? #but whatever #💛!me talking💀 #this was kinda Ranty sorry if you made it this far

[barcalover86]

She is my girl- Pablo Gavi

Summary: You meet Gavi's childhood best friend who is making you feel uncomfortable and unworthy.

Request here!

2nd Masterlist

"How much time do we have left?" you asked Gavi for the hundred time this last 10 minutes.

"With 30 seconds less than you asked me last time." he replied already annoyed, but with a smile on his face.

"You know how I am when I am nervous!"

"I know, amor." he laughed at the memory when you met his parents for the first time.

For days, Gavi begged you to meet his childhood best friend, Isa. You wanted to get to know her as well, but you were afraid that she won't like you. Afraid that you might be left behind when they are together. You told him several times that is better if he goes alone so that the two of them can enjoy their time alone, but Gavi wanted you to be there with him.

She wasn't living far away from Barcelona, 2h drive, but it seemed way longer for you, being all nervous.

You had to meet her at her house before some others friends of Gavi were waiting for you at a cafe.

When your boyfriend and Isa saw eachother after a very long time, they smiled and hugged eachother like there was no tomorrow.

You smiled awkwardly back at the brunette girl and went to hug her too, a thing that you love to do when you meet new people, but she turned her back on you and started to talk with your boyfriend.

You wanted to think that she didn't know your hugging intention, but you knew she did it on purpose.

Isa took Gavi's hand, trying to guide him to the living room, but he immediately took it out of her grip, holding yours instead, which made you a bit calmer.

While you laid on the couch, Gavi started to introduce you with a smile on his face.

"Aha, so you stoll his heart? Well, only between us, I stole it first!" she started to laugh hard. "He had a crush on me when we were kids, remember, Pablito?"

He slowly nodded, not wanting to remember those days.

"Actually, y/n is the only one that ever had my heart, Isa."

The girl rolled her eyes.

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, niño. But we both know the truth."

After that, they started to talk about football. Suddenly, Isa was so much into this sport than she ever was, and that was weird. You remember Gavi telling you how much she hated football.

In 20 minutes, you didn't say a word, and you started to be left behind, something that you were afraid of since the beginning. Gavi seemed to see your uncomfortable so he hold your hand and put you closer to him.

At that, Isa rolled her eyes and this was the moment you wanted to go.

"You are really a baby, aren't you?" she said to you and you looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"You want all his attention, don't you see that we were enjoying our talk? Is she always like this? Putting herself on other people business?"

"Isa, she didn't do anything. I put her close to me. She didn't even talk!"

Suddenly, her face changed into a nice one. She went to you and hugged you, which took you by surprise.

"I was only joking, I hope you didn't get offended."

You only smiled politely, without saying anything anymore.

Now, you weren't that close to Gavi, but didn't want to make a scene. You started to feel so embarrassed and unwanted in all this situation. You just wanted to go home.

After a while, you even started to control your breath, hoping that it wasn't too loud or too fast. Everything became so uncomfortable and you felt like you wanted to cry right there.

Isa was getting closer and closer to Gavi by every minute. You even started to be a bit jealous of them. They looked so comfortable and good together. They were definitely enjoying their time.

When she hugged your boyfriend and started to make circles in his hair, you talked for the first time after a while.

"When are we going to meet the others?"

Gavi pulled out, finally happy to hear your voice before standing.

"Right now."

Isa was so angry and looked into your eyes like she was about to kill you.

"I don't even know why she is here" she said.

"Isa, be nicer to her, please. Do it for me"

"Just for you." She said, but you knew that she wasn't stopping there.

She even made a scene that she wanted to stay next to Pablo in the car, making the excuse that 'they didn't see eachother for a very long time'.

You agreed to it, wanting desperately to have a bit of peace and silence.

You were the left ones that came into the cafe, and when you saw Gavi's friends, you smiled, seeing that they were looking kind.

They were so nice to you, and for the first time, you started to feel better this evening.

As you expected, Isa was standing next to Pablo, while you were on the opposite of them two.

You were talking with a nice girl that was telling you stories about your boyfriend's childhood.

"I don't even know why you are so nice to her, Ava. She doesn't even belong here."

"Isa! How can you talk about her like that! She is my girl, after all! I chose to be with her!" said Pablo, but that didn't stop you for feeling bad.

"You are so rude!" said Ava, the girl that was besides you.

"Oh? Then see this"

After she said that, she took the bottle of water and threw it all over your head.

Everyone looked at you and you started to be so embarrassed, that you left the table.

"Go cry!"

"That's enough! I had enough with you. How can you be so rude to that girl! She did nothing to you nor anyone. She is literally an angel!"

"An angel? I am supposed to be your angel, Pablo! Don't you see it!? We would make a better couple than you with her!"

"Oh, stop dreaming!"

After that, he ran after you and hugged you.

"I'll get you wet as well, I'm sorry."

"What!? Sorry for what!? Cariño, I'm sorry for making you come here. You don't deserve any of this."

He kissed your head and put you in his car, changing your clothes with his hoodie. You also had to get off your underwear, that it was also wet, leaving you half naked. Gavi didn't mind at all.

Before you went home, he hugged you in his car, trying to make you calm down a bit. He apologised before listening to what you had to say.

He told you stories about what stupid things he did with his friends and you couldn't stop laughing, which made him calmed to see you being better.

When you arrived home, he helped you take a hot bath and wash your hair before making you some dinner. Or at least, trying to do it, because after all, you were the one that had to prepare something for the both of you.

| I hope you like this. I tried to make it as good as possible and I'm sorry you had to wait this long. Right now I'm writing 3 requests so be patient with me, please. Have a nice day and love yourself!♥️

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[priestessamy]

Been thinking about this for a long time and I've stressed about how to express it, but I think it's time to just get it out of my head before I go crazy.

Here's the thing.

I work in a store that sells a lot of pop culture stuff. And that means, naturally, that we sell a lot of Harry Potter stuff. We sell the books. We sell journals and bookmarks and figurines and wands and fucking...everything.

Sometimes I'll joke that when a family buys HP stuff, even if it's for their baby or whatever, they are officially dead to me. They become The Enemy in my mind. That kind of nonsense. And really that's only half-true. I don't hate them, I'm not mad, none of that.

But what I've finally sorted out is this.

If you buy anything related to the wizard series anymore, even something used so that woman doesn't get your money, you officially get slotted into a particular tab in my head.

You become less trustworthy.

It does not matter if you gender me correctly, if you're wearing rainbow stuff, if you yourself are trans. You are no longer someone I feel comfortable counting on. Because if I can't even depend on you to realize that it's so much worse than a few transphobic tweets, then you've got more work to put in.

Only when you finally process that your nostalgia is not worth the very literal harm she's done, the nazi friends she's made, the antisemitism in her stories, the funding that goes to hate groups, all of it, will I finally believe that you get it. It's not only about the money going to her. The entire thing is built on a foundation that is rotten to the core, and you have to let it go. Or I'm always going to feel a little uncomfortable around you.

Anyways that's all. Just something I can't stop thinking about. Because every day I have to sell some smiling, pleasant person a Hogwarts mug or whatever the fuck, and I'm sick and tired of it.

#fuck off tumblr i'm not tagging this #I'm already gonna get seen and dogpiled I'm sure #I don't wanna make it worse

[kikyo-bnha-imagines]

"I like you, okay?!"

summary: katsuki struggles to confess to his crush.

tags: fluff, fem!reader

Katsuki is good at a lot of things, but when it comes to romance, he is a hopeless fool.  

In his defense, it’s not his fault. He’s spent the vast majority of his life focusing on one goal and one goal only—honing his Quirk so that he can become the Number One Hero. And he always thought that his attention would never sway, free of any unnecessary distractions.  

Until he met you.  

At the start of the first year at U.A, Katsuki didn’t think much of you. Well, he didn’t think much of any of his classmates, for that matter, but slowly but surely, the days passed, and he found his gaze lingering on you for a lot longer than he would’ve liked to admit.  

Katsuki tries to deny it at first. Something about you makes him feel... off. He's not sure why his chest gets uncomfortably tight when you speak to him, and it also doesn’t make any sense why his face heats up like never before. Maybe he’s sick, but if that were really the case, then he’s somehow been sick for the past few months.  

It takes someone else’s meddling for Katsuki to finally put the pieces together.  

“So, Bakugou, what’s up with you and [Name]?” Kaminari asks. “It feels like you treat her a bit differently than everyone else. Do you have a crush on her or something?”  

Kaminari was half-joking, but when Katsuki’s cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson—enough to rival his piercing eyes—everyone around him gasps.  

“Dude,” Kirishima chuckles. “No way. You actually like her, huh?”  

“The hell I do!” Katsuki immediately snaps back, but his voice cracks, and based on the way everyone smirks at him, he can tell he must not be very convincing.  

Kaminari grins. “Wow, I hit the nail right on the head! You’ve gotta confess, man! [Name]’s really popular, so if you wait around too long, someone else might beat you to it!”  

“You idiots are out of your damn minds,” Katsuki grits out, and without wasting a beat, he shoves his hands in his pockets and stomps off.  

They’re just being stupid like always. Seriously, him, having a crush on someone? The Bakugou Katsuki? As if he has the time or energy to waste on mushy shit like that. It’s so ridiculous he’s almost tempted to laugh.  

But then he takes a moment to consider Kaminari’s words.  

“If you wait around too long, someone else might beat you to it.”  

Katsuki isn’t sure why, but he briefly imagines you being asked out by another person, someone who isn’t him. He imagines you laughing with them, hooking your arm around theirs, and last but certainly not least, leaning forward to meet them in a kiss.  

The image evokes a visceral reaction from him, and in that moment, he swears his heart nearly stops beating. 

And then comes the realization.  

Oh, fuck.  

He’s in deep shit.  

As much as Katsuki would like to say that he’s made progress since realizing that he likes you, that unfortunately isn’t the case.  

If anything, the self-awareness has just made things worse. Before, he could at least talk to you like a semi-normal person, but now, your interactions usually go something like this:  

“Good morning, Katsuki,” you greet. “How’d you do on yesterday’s assignment? To be honest, I was kind of rushing to finish it on time. It felt like it was harder than usual.”  

Katsuki parts his lips to respond, but the longer he stares at you, the faster his heart races.  

He ends up walking away out of sheer embarrassment.  

“Man,” Kirishima sighs. “That was painful to watch.”

“Shut up!” Katsuki hisses. “What the fuck do you want me to do?!”  

“Just be normal. Be yourself.” Kirishima pauses for a few moments. “Actually... maybe that’s not the best advice.”  

“Oh, piss off!"  

It goes on like this for a while. Every time you engage him in casual, friendly conversation, Katsuki finds himself freezing up completely. It’s ironic, because he has the confidence to take on fearsome villains with ease, and yet this is what has him scared shitless.  

Goddammit. Katsuki never realized that liking someone would be such a test of his strength.  

Unfortunately, he’s too caught up in his own feelings that he doesn’t stop to consider how all of this looks from your perspective.  

“Katsuki,” you approach him one day, and for some reason, you’re frowning. “Hey. Can you please be honest with me? Did I do something to upset you, or what? Because it feels like you’ve been ignoring me lately.”  

He blinks. “What? No. If I had a problem with you, I’d tell you.”  

“Well, that’s what I thought too. So then... why do you keep avoiding me? Does it just bore you having to listen to me talk?”  

Hardly. Katsuki could probably listen to you talk for hours upon hours without getting bored. You have a pretty face, a pretty voice, and whenever you smile or laugh, it makes him want to do the same.  

It suddenly dawns on him that this is probably the best chance he’ll get. It’ll be bad news if he lets this misunderstanding drag out any further. He doesn’t want you to think that you don’t like him, because that’s the furthest thing from the truth.  

Come on. He can do this. He’s Bakugou Katsuki, for fuck’s sake. It’s time to stop acting like a coward and own up to how he feels.  

“I,” Katsuki starts shakily, “I...”  

You raise a brow. “You...?”  

“I...”  

“...?”  

Holy shit, this is so much harder than he anticipated. He’ll take a punch to the face over a confession any day of the week.  

But no, he can’t give up, goddammit! Again, he’s Bakugou Katsuki! Resident badass! The (self-proclaimed) future Number One Hero! 

The words feel like bile rushing up his esophagus, and even though they burn like hell, he finally, finally manages to spit them out.  

“I like you, okay?!”  

He did it. He’s violently flushed in the face and keeps having to gasp to reclaim his breath, but at long last, the truth is out in the open.  

And now for the part that he didn’t even stop to consider. Seeing how you'll react.  

“Oh,” you blink in response. You’re visibly taken aback, and you clear your throat, stopping to ponder your next words. “Well, that’s—”  

“Shut up, shut up, shut up! I don’t want to hear it!”  

Katsuki books it the hell out of there before he can hear what you have to say. He supposes he’s unlocked a new fear: rejection. The way he handled this whole situation is lame, it’s childish as hell, and he knows it, but when it comes to this stuff, it looks like he’s much more of a coward than he first thought.  

Meanwhile, you giggle softly as you watch him run off.  

“What a dork. He didn’t even wait for me to say I like him back.”  

#bnha imagines #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero imagines #mha imagines #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #fluff #romance #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff

[sopiao]

hello :3 i absolutely love all of your ghost works !! hopefully studies are getting better for you pooks.

i can’t stop thinking about taking Ghost out but he’s ran out of masks and all of his cloth ones are in the wash so he’s forced to go out in a stupid silly one in public to get what he needs X3.

manifesting everything gets better pookie ;3 -🍅

MWEHEBHSEBHSE YES.

oml ty ty 😭 what i’m majoring in is just totally swamping me TmT.

ur so sweet ilysm :,,)

BUT YES, Ghost leaving with you in a silly mask

“Shit” Simon speeds through you, exciting the garage and looking through the junk drawer. You lower your cup and turn to him, dropping your book, leaning to the side of your chair to see what he’s looking for.

“What’s up?” You ask, wondering if you could help, he seemed to be in a rush. He just shook his head and muttered something too low to understand. Shrugging as you continued to your book. If he didn’t want help, he didn’t want help, it’ll be worse if you push it.

Simon rushes past you again into the closet, rummaging around, from what you could hear. Eyes focusing on the ink on paper you can hear him growl in frustration.

His hurried and annoyed stomps echo through the house as he walks into the bedroom, then the laundry room. At this point you aren’t even paying attention to your book. Walking back in front of you. Your eyes trail up to meet him, placing your cup down from your lips.

“What?” You tilt your head. Simon’s avoiding your gaze, rubbing the back of his head. You could tell he’s been working on his motorcycle, even without all of the loud noises coming from the garage, the tips of his fingers coated in a light layer of oil.

“Could you.. uhh.. Get me something?” He asks bashfully and hushed, as if he knows that you’ll say no but tries it anyway. You actually did say no whenever he asked this, multiple times. Every time he did you always got the wrong thing.

“No”

“What? Why?” He already knows why.

“You know. Every time I go, I get the wrong thing, then you get mad, then we go back. It’s stupid” He stares at you then looks away defeated, slumping his shoulder as he sighs, in a childish attempt to guilt you.

“Just come with me” You asked, already knowing that he’ll refuse.

“I have no masks” He grunts. You stand up and walk into the bedroom, he follows closely, hoping that there wasn’t one so he wouldn’t have to go out to that shop.

If it weren’t for those people he would have no problem going by himself. Whenever he goes, no matter the time or day, there’s always these loud obnoxious group of men that always over-explain and point out the obvious, even when they’re wrong they’ll just make a joke and pin it on you. Makes everyone uncomfortable and annoyed. Flexing money they don’t have, people they don’t know, etc.

You rummaged deep in a drawer and pulled out a white piece of cloth. No way would Simon wear this but he had no choice. It was a crocheted white balaclava that had sewn bunny ears on the top, it was actually very well crafted, it was from your niece that made it for him for Christmas since he always wore masks.

“No.”

“Yes”

“No.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to wait till tomorrow to get your part. Shop closes in an hour and the wash is finished in 2” You negotiated, not really if it was his only choice. He contemplated between his motorcycle or his dignity would he like to save. Ah shit. He loved that bike more than his dignity. He grumbled annoyed and snatched it from your hand, already making his way to the front.

You chuckled and slipped on your shoes, grabbing the car keys from the counter before following him to the car. He already had on the mask and was in the passenger seat, arms crossed and facing the window away from you.

Entering the car, and making sure he had his seatbelt on, you drove away towards the designated shop with your grumpy passenger princess. No way in hell your gonna let him drive.

“Hurry. I don’t wanna be out here any longer” He grumbled, even when he was upset in an adorable fashion, he still held his hand out for yours, waiting for you to take his hand.

“Lead the way, cotton tail” You tease, walking in together, he beelines towards the nuts and bolts, just wanting to get what he needs and get out of there, no chitchat or pleasantries. Simon rolls his eyes and walks in front of you, immediately looking through the little bins of nuts and bolts. You stand next to him, eyes wandering around the store as your boyfriend collects what he needs.

“Ok. Done. Let’s go” Simon speaks up behind you not even a minute later, obviously hasty to get home and out of this ridiculous(ly cute) mask. It makes you laugh how hasty he is to leave. Usually he would take an extra 20 minutes walking around and looking for things he’ll need for future planned projects.

“Wait. Let’s get paint for the bathroom” You insist, already making your way towards the colorful paint isle, he grumbled, subtly rolls his eyes and follow you before you get lost. For a month, the bathroom’s been torn apart for repairs and renovations, but paint hasn’t been decided yet.

The entire time you looked at the paint cards Simon was fidgeting with his hands, cracking his knuckles and picking at his skin, looking at anyone who looked at him for more than a second. Until, a little boy walked by with his dad, couldn’t be any older than 3. Simon’s height, physique, and overall look is very intimidating. But when that little boy saw him in the bunny mask, he smiled and waved, making Simon’s heart melt.

That was the first time a little kid wasn’t scared of him. That moment gave him instant baby fever, hesitantly waving back at the little boy as he laughed and walked with his father. After that he would wear the bunny balaclava from time to time.

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[pastanest]

A/N: if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post

Cuddling Daryl Would Include

- so, Daryl Dixon is a bitch for cuddles. that goes without saying but is very much still worth saying

- however cuddling takes TIME, he’s gotta warm up to you a lot first

- and if you expect HIM to make the first move? hA! you waitin to die of old age too, gumdrop?

- bless him

- anyway

- Daryl is a very attentive lover, he pays very close attention to every aspect of you, even before you’re together. he cant help it, he feels this magnetic, gravitational pull to you

- he makes a mental note of things that have made you smile, jokes you have found funny, the kinds of reassurance you appreciate

- and he realises that you like giving people hugs, including him

- the first time you hugged Daryl it was like that Spongebob episode where there’s tiny Spongebobs running around inside his head and everything’s on fire and they’re all screaming but Daryl’s just standing there like 0.0

- but then he gingerly hugs you back and in a few seconds he relaxes and awh what a cutie

- but y’all werent even together then and that wasnt a cuddle so that isnt technically part of this SO

- cuddles first happen when you’re sitting next to him on his porch one night. you’re facing the street, but he’s sitting to the side, facing you

- and you’re like *sigh* and he’s like “What?” and you’re like “Well-“ and then you rest your head on his shoulder and he’s once again 0.0

- once you notice him relax, you lean into Daryl a little more, and he gets brave enough to wrap an arm around you and pull you closer, so your head is on his chest rather than his shoulder

- and he’s like dang I been missin out on THIS are you KIDDIN me????

- and you’re like *sigh* and he’s like “What now?” and you’re like “This is nice.”

- again technically not a cuddle but Daryl counts it as a cuddle so your cuddle judging is invalid go away

- as a certified cuddling champion, cuddling comes naturally to you

- literally. if you dont fall asleep cuddling Daryl then you can trust that as soon as you are asleep, you’ll be snuggling him and he’s like smh this cute ass

- at first, even tho you’re asleep he doesnt cuddle you back. cuz he’s scared, but also cuz he cant tell if you actually want to hug him cuz you’re asleep and he doesnt want you to wake up in his arms feeling uncomfortable

- but one day you ask Daryl about it and tell him that you absolutely want to cuddle him all the time wtf how does he even think u think otherwise wh???

- so that night, when you’re asleep and you snuggle into him, Daryl pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you

- he stares down at you for a while, brushing strands of hair out of your face to admire you, but his fingertips dont stop caressing your face even when he cant see it clearly in the dark anymore

- you’re just so damn beautiful, and he truly cant understand how of all the people left in the world, you gave your heart, and your cuddles, to him

- but Daryl couldnt be more grateful that you had

- his personal favourite cuddling positions involve him holding you, usually. Daryl likes to know you’re safe, and considering he would quite literally take a bullet or a bite or both for you, he knows you’re safest whenever you’re shielded in his arms

- but sometimes, he just needs you to hold him. on days like that, he cant always put it into words. you’ve been helping him verbalise his feelings, but sometimes he still struggles, and that’s often how you can tell when he needs you, so you dont wait for him to try and get the words out again. you just take him over to the nearest couch or bed to cuddle, or if there’s neither of those available you’ll let him drop his head to your shoulder and you’ll hold him while he falls into you

- you’ve really made up for all Daryl’s touch starved years, and be cant believe he survived so long without knowing how perfect your cuddles felt

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #imagine #imagines #x reader #headcannon #headcannons #fanfic #fanfiction

[pablitogavii]

Hi! Could you write gavi x reader where readers ex bf turns up at the same club she’s at and she grabs gavi to help make her ex jealous but reader and gavi don’t know each other but he goes along with it? Sorry for being really pacific 😂 also take your time!!

New Boyfriend

I came to the club with my best friend not expecting to see him sitting at the with the same girl he cheated me on only two weeks ago…fuck, this is just my luck!

“Should we just go somewhere else, tía?” she asked me but I didn’t want him to dictate what I do anymore. I was done with him and he should be the one to feel uncomfortable after seeing me there and not other way around!

“Let’s just get a drink!” I said in annoyance pushing past the crowd not looking who I pushed to the bar and order the drink.

“What got you so angry, preciosa?” guy next to you with quite a low voice said but you were in no mood for meaningless flirting right now.

“No te importa!” you said ordering a two rum colas when you friend came closer to whisper into your ear.

“You just said that to Pablo Gavi, tía!” she said and my eyes opened wide as I turned to the side seeing his handsome face staring back at me which made me blush bright red. Shit! He was hotter than on the pictures!

“Lo siento..I am just having a horrible night and totally took it out on you..um and now I’m mumbling so I should stop talking!” I said getting even more nervous when he moved to stand closer to me.

“She’s a big fan!” my friend said and I pushed her saying that she was lying while looking into his now smirking face.

“Don’t be shy, preciosa..I like it” he said saying to the bartender that the drinks will go to his tab making me blush even more while my friend left us alone. 

We talked for a few minutes, joking around like we knew each other for years, and I almost completely forgot about my ex and that bitch licking his face all night long.

"Mierda! What are you doing here?" he came to the bar just as shocked to see me here as I was to see him, not to mention that I was not alone...that's when an idea popped into my mind.

"I'm out with my boyfriend!" I said moving close to Gavi and he snaked his arms around me wast sending my mind into frenzy that he was playing along.

"You..you are with Pablo Gavi?" he was even more shocked when he realized who the guy besides you was while his girl was definitely not enjoying her time anymore.

"Yes, she is with me and I plan on taking a much better care of her than you ever did cabron! She will be treated like a princesa that she is!" Pablo spoke and a shiver moved down your spine from his words wondering weather he was just saying it as part of his new role or if he really meant it...no way! Pablo Gavi had girls piled up in front of him, why would he want me???

"I don't believe this! No freaking way Pablo Gavi would be with..you" he said and the girl behind him rolled her eyes leaving shortly afterwards now that she was no longer the center of attention.

My eyes watered from those words feeling very self conscious suddenly every single girl looking much more attractive than me in this moment. He was right..why me?

"She asked you to play along, didn't she tio?" he walked up to Pablo who was clenching his jaw angrily ignoring his attempt to shake hands. He would never shake hands with such an asshole!

"I warn you to watch how you speak about my girlfriend, capullo!" Pablo said and your ears screamed at the word girlfriend thinking how beautiful that would feel if it was indeed real..

"So prove it then?" he said and I gulped feeling nervous not wanting Pablo to be put in the uncomfortable situation because of me.

"We have nothing to prove to you gilipollas..wanna go home amor??" Pablo's hold on me tightened and he leaned in kissing the side of my neck softly and my knees felt week from his kiss knowing that I won't forget this moment until I die...Pablo gavi just called me "amor" and kissed my neck!?

"Mhm.." I said slowly feeling his hold relax as he grabbed my hand walking me out of the club with my ex still staring at the two of us in disbelief.

When we walked to his car far enough for my ex not to be able to see us anymore, I let go of his hand looking down and finally letting a tear fall down my cheek.

No matter what, I used to love that boy and hearing him say I'm not good enough hurt unimaginably..made me think I will never be enough for anybody.

"Come here, princesita..it's okay..I'm right here" he pulled me close and I cried into his chest which felt so safe and comforting in this moment. But then I suddenly realized, we were no longer pretending..my ex is nowhere in sight..why was Pablo still holding me like this??

"I'm so sorry..I panicked when he walked up..I shouldn't have said.." but before i could finish his finger was on my lips and he said it was fine with him.

"I have to admit playing your new boyfriend made me wonder what it would feel like to be one for real.." Pablo spoke tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear and I froze unsure weather I was dreaming right now or not?

"Tu eres tan preciosa.." he moved closer and I felt my back glued to his car while looking up into his warm brown eyes..he was so beautiful that I couldn't stop staring.

"I wanna be your new boyfriend preciosa..and I want to kiss you so bad right now but not until I know that's what you want?" he spoke touching my cheek and I leaned into the touch feeling too shy to talk so I just nodded my head.

Pablo only smiled nodding his head as well before placing his large hand on the side of my neck pulling me closer and placing his lips onto mine deepening the kiss once I relaxed and started kissing him back.

'Hi.." he smiled resting his forehead against mine and I blushed opening my eyes and looking into his feeling my heart melt still going crazy that all of this was indeed real.

"Hi.." I answered and he leaned in again kissing my lips again and this time I relaxed some more snaking my arms around his neck and playing with soft hair while he kissed me passionately.

When we pulled away, I rested my head on his shoulder while he smiled kissing the top of my head holding me close while whispering proudly "I'm your new boyfriend.." and I smiled nodding my head and kissing the side of his neck before looking up and kissing his lips again.

I think this is an intersting concept so here you go..lmk if you like it :)

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x you #fc barca #fc barcelona #fc barça #gavi #gavigif #gavira #pablo gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #pablogavixreadersmut #gavi x reader #gavi x vini #gavi x yn #gavi x you

[fantasyfantasygames]

Several Donated Games

I recently had the good fortune to meet Lily Vers at ProseAndCon, a semi-yearly interactive fiction convention in the backwoods of Maine. I mentioned that I write reviews, the next thing I know she hands me a pile of books and offers to buy me a drink if I promise to never give them back. I think she just wanted them out of the house because she's moving. They're not that bad. Well, most of them.

These are short games (well, most of them), so here are some short reviews!

Edge: Blades in the Kill (Hurtful Press, 2021) Long-time followers of the blog will remember HellBlaster and whether I wasn't really sure whether the game was in on its own joke. E:BitK is absolutely in on the joke. The game's aesthetic is part emo, part Hannibal fanfic, part Black Adder. You are a group of serial killer assassins murdering for fun and profit, then getting stiffed on the profit part by your clueless employers who seem not to realize what's going to happen after they stiff a bunch of murderers. Cool stuff: Manages to boil down systems stolen from Blades in the Dark and Kill Edge to their very essence, accomplishing 90% of what they do in 20% of the combined space.

D.E.S.P.O.N.D.E.N.C.Y., A Friendship-Ending Role-Playing Experience (Delta Elf, 2020) Have you ever played Diplomacy? This is Diplomacy in RPG form. One-player RPG form, thankfully. You write the stories of a group of (initially) friends playing a diceless RPG that slowly escalates into a series of alliances and betrayals that eventually leave the entire group and hostile. It reminds me of an Amber game I ran once where people got a little too into the intrigue and backstabbing. Cool stuff: The prompts really get you into the heads of all the characters you make. All your decisions on their part have to come from part of the short backstories you write for them.

Unexamined Fantasy Racism (anonymous, 2018) Hoo boy this one sets you up right from the title and doesn't let up. The book is a 64-page clone of OD&D that provides an absolutely scathing commentary on exactly what the tin says. Anyone who goes on to play a standard D&D (or related) game after playing or reading this one is going to feel real uncomfortable, and for good reasons. I don't think the game is going to get much play, but it's designed more for reading. (See "queerweird" below for another "you might never actually play it" game.) Cool stuff: Never becomes its own target. It's easy to write something like UFR and fall into the "actually doing what you're trying to satirize" trap. UFR instead sets up extremely standard FRPG situations and then slams you right into the exact problem with them.

Hackerface 1999: Don't Roll A Hacker (Crack the Hacker, 2000) I'm not sure who the audience for Hackerface is. It's a parody of Cyberpunk 2020 with references to 1990s floppy game hacking, so you would normally be able to perfectly zero in on the target audience. The game does not treat that audience with any sort of love, affection, or respect, so you come away either not getting a lot of what it's trying to say or feeling uncomfortable. And not a productive UFR-type uncomfortable, just the kind of uncomfortable you get from bullies. Even the hacking rules aren't worth stealing. The book reads like it was written by the kind of person who stuffs nerds into lockers, and how in the hell does that person end up writing RPGs? Cool stuff: The art is pretty great, especially for an indie game in the year 2000. It's done in an extremely stylized approach, with plenty of black ink, chiaroscuro, and anatomy that looks like it belongs on an actual human.

This turned into a longer post than I thought, so I'm going to split it in half. Tune in next time.

#review #rpg #indie ttrpg #imaginary #ttrpg #gifts from mastodon #do not play diplomacy unless you don't need to interact with these people ever again #diplomacy ruins friendships

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

HI I don’t know if your request are open so I figured I would send one anyway and then if they were closed you could just ignore it lol

BUT I had this idea and it’s been in my head for days and I don’t feel like writing it myself soooooo

Do you think you can do a one-shot or, yk, whatever you’re comfortable with, for a Legolas x Reader where the reader is kinda like Jaskier? Like they’re dramatic af, are a bard, and isn’t an elf but has somehow just been alive and in peak condition for way longer then they should’ve been? Like Legolas and Reader don’t really get along at first when they met because Reader was traveling with Thorin and Company and stuff and even after he figured out they weren’t bad he was still like “my GOD are they annoying.”

And then Gandalf seeks them out after the fellowship is formed they’re actually super useful bc they know like 10 languages, have traveled almost everywhere, and is actually very good with a sword. Gandalf brings the fellowship to a seemingly random tavern and Legolas just stops bc he recognizes them immediately and is just like “oh my god, PLEASE NOT THEM FU—“

But yk after that they like fall in love and shiz 🙄

SORRY THIS IS LIKE SO SPECIFIC OR UR NOT TAKING REQUEST it’s just I love ur writing, no other lotr blogs I’ve found are taking request, and also you seem to like Jaskier so I figured u might enjoy this a little ?? 😭😭

ANYWAYS EVEN IF YOU DON’T WRITE THIS THANKS FOR READING IT AND I LOVE UR WRITING SM ITS SO GOOD 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Sing Me A River (Legolas x Bard! Reader)

Author’s Note: HELLOOOO, FELLOW DEAR HEART! My requests technically are always open, it’s just a matter of if I ever get around to them lmao. Naturally, I get a lot of requests. Even more naturally, someone requests something and throws the word ‘Jaskier’ in there I’m writing this baby ASAP. Now, this thing grew legs of its own so you’ll probably have to request a part two in the asks so I can get that to you. I just really wanted to put something out tonight, so boom, two-parter. Maybe three. Hey, let’s just see where it goes. Now, believe me when I say I tried to find a gif that wasn’t Jaskier, but apparently if you type in ‘medieval bard lute gif’ into Google images Jaskier is the golden child of the hour. Anywhooooo hope this is what you were going for! I’ll get onto part two soon — you just gotta put it in the asks!

Warnings: Crude jokes made by reader all for the sake of the guts and glory of an epic banger of a song. Mentions adult content. (Bards will be bards).

Synopsis: Like all relevant characters of Middle-earth back in the day, you joined the Company on their Go-Fund-Me campaign to reclaim Erebor. You were a nobody bard back then but the success of your relations with kings and stories of defeating dragons made you a big hit. Speaking of hit, you and Legolas don’t get on. You made one too many hits about him that painted his royal family in a bad light. Oops. Now, Sauron is back and the Fellowship may just need your help. It’s mostly just Gandalf vouching for you, though. Oh, and fangirl Boromir ofc. They find you singing a frankly defamatory song about Legolas in a lively tavern at the height of your fame (you’re essentially One Direction circa 2012 big in Middle-earth in this fic). Tension brews as you’re ultimately asked to join a second Go-Fund-Me campaign.

The evening was late in hour but early of chores, as Gandalf and Elrond poured themselves over maps of Middle-earth. Various members of the newly-formed Fellowship hung about the open-aired room, pondering each other with curious glances.

Everyone shifted uncomfortably, wondering who’d prove to be the best travel mate for the next few months. It was as if no one knew what to do with their hands or feet, as they stood about awkwardly.

What was there to talk about, anyway? Economic investments and the rising housing crisis in the wake of the upcoming war? With so many races in the room, it was hard to navigate cultural customs, let alone figure out who was of what social standing based on clothing alone. A prince certainly had no place discussing such mutual matters with a gardener, nor a Captain of Gondor with a ranger.

No, it was best everyone waited until Gandalf and Elrond announced a travel route.

“This would steer you best from the path of both Isengard and its scouts,” Elrond concluded, pointing and dragging one finger down the tattered map.

“That’ll bring us into long-overrun townships,” Gandalf pointed out. “Middle-earth is no longer the safely presumptuous-centric land it used to be. People from all over Arda have now flocked for its resources and previously-thought safety.”

“Secrecy is best bought when surrounded by languages that cannot understand you nor you them,” Elrond countered, raising a brow and looking up at the wizard.

Gandalf raised a hand and scratched at his wiry beard. “No… But perhaps we could benefit from an additional team member for the passage? One who knows, say, ten languages across the seas and land underfoot?”

Elrond’s face quickly fell into disapproval. He moved back from the map as if standing too close to it would conjure up the bard’s presence alone, for said bard certainly dwelled somewhere within it, if the local posters unceremoniously plastered on historical podiums in Rivendell detailing the latest show were proof enough alone.

Legolas noticed this behaviour and kicked himself off the wall. He’d had run-ins with bards before – or, one, at least, and one was certainly enough. He quit twirling a knife in his hands, a gift from his father for his begetday long ago, and paid close attention.

“Ten languages would most certainly aid you, but…” the usually reserved lord made a face of cringe, “must you really bring along your friend? Do you even know where they are?”

Gandalf suddenly looked bashful. He reached into his satchel and removed a flyer. It had your pouty face on it and colourful words detailing where your next show was and the date. “I meant to visit them for one of their shows, before getting side-tracked…”

Elrond tried to not judge his friend, as he glanced up from your poster and back to Gandalf. He raised his brows and sighed, resigning himself to the idea. You had certainly grown in fame over the last few decades since your efforts in fighting the dragon fueled your reputation and songs, and certainly the fame had added to your already eccentric ego.

“Very well, if that is your will, I will support it… Just, don’t invite them back for a concert, please; my sons are still recovering from the last one, as is my winery.”

Gandalf nodded at the lord and smiled. “Nonsense, our bard is of the utmost integrity. I have nothing but faith.”

Legolas looked between the lord and wizard, quirking a brow. He tried to view the poster before it was placed back inside the satchel, but alas Gandalf unknowingly blocked his view.

But then, the prince suddenly recalled you in full detail from the fight against the dragon, and your time spent in the Mirkwood dungeons. You were clearly mortal, and that was many years ago.

Satisfied with the thought, Legolas nodded to himself in reassurance. There was no way you were still alive and kicking. With any luck, you were fast asleep in a chair somewhere, millions of leagues away.

~

Oh, you were in a chair alright. Except standing on top of it, one foot on the backrest and one on the seat. You certainly weren’t asleep, either, nor was your performance lulling anyone into such a slumber. There would be no lullabies here tonight, good sir.

Instead, on top of the chair, you belted out lyrics to the song you wrote about your time captured in Mirkwood with the Company, using the foot on the backrest to push the chair downwards, where you dramatically landed on the floor and kept on playing around the lively tavern with your lute.

Folks of all nationalities and origins joined in, for how could they not? You knew how to play the song in over ten different languages and were finally onto the Common Speech version. Everyone sung along as you made your way around the floor, illuminated in a thousand different arrays of golden candlelight.

You alluded to the Mirkwood Elves being absolute idiots, to put it lightly. It was only unfortunate that the Fellowship, led by Gandalf, walked in the moment you made a crude innuendo about Legolas’ hair being nearly as pasty as the spider’s webs surrounding his forested home. Something about incest, too.

It wasn’t very nice, but what could you say? You hated the pretentious white-haired family and they you. Perhaps composing a ballad with the dwarves about the elves’ wine-stained teeth in the dungeons planted the seed of distaste in the first place, but alas.

Gimli clapped his hands merrily and tapped his foot. “Oh-ho-ho! ‘Tis a CLASSIC back home! I’ve been meaning to meet the bard from my father’s tales for many years now! What an honourable night. Let us drink to it!”

Pippin nodded faster than light at Gimli and then Merry, speaking before racing off with his cousin and dwarven friend to the bar.

“Aye! We’ve heard this one, too! Even all the way out in the Shire!” Pippin looked up at Legolas, who’d just walked in with Aragorn right behind him. “Funny, I didn’t know there were other white-haired elves such as yourself and your father in Mirkwood, your highness. What are the chances of that!”

Just then, you sung of Legolas by title and name, confirming every crude lyric to be indeed about him towards the end of the song. Something mean about his father, too.

Pippin’s mouth parted and his brows shot up in surprise. He quickly shrugged it off, though – looking up at the elf casually before joining Merry and Gimli by the bar. “Oh, they are singing about you! That makes more sense!”

Legolas furrowed his own brows, looking away from the departing hobbit and across the tavern right as you came to the finale of the song, earning rapturous applause. And then, his eyes grew wide.

Gandalf looked bashful as he stood with Boromir. The captain was grinning at your performance – whistling as you took a dramatic bow as the cheers carried on. Frodo and Sam looked between each other but shared a silent nod, and afterwards, they joined the rest at the bar.

Seething, the prince snapped his gaze up at Gandalf. “THEM? Are you SERIOUS? How could you possibly not tell me?! They are the most arrogant, dim-witted, crude, annoying—”

“Now, now, Legolas,” Gandalf cut in, placing a hand on the swiftly rising elf’s shoulders. “Y/n and yourself may have an… adverse history, but that whole Mirkwood incident was put to rest years ago. If I recall, you both parted ways amicably at the end of the battle. There may have even been a smile, too, if I recall very well!”

“Overjoyed to be rid, as I remember it,” Legolas rolled his eyes, landing them in your direction. You took a sip of ale and felt a gaze, or, glare, lingering in your direction. When you locked eyes with the angry ones of the prince, you widened them for only a moment, before narrowing them and smirking mischievously.

Oh, he didn’t like that.

Hoisting your sloshing ale out to the side, you widened both arms. You were stood atop a tavern table, now pointing in the prince’s direction.

“Oh, my stars! Do my eyes deceive me?” Your naturally loud voice caught the attention of the tavern again, who all no doubt were hoping for an encore. “Ladies and gentleman, if it isn’t the star of the hour! Well, besides me, of course – but no, I should share the limelight; it’s the muse of my song, Legolas of the Woodland Realm!”

Everyone all looked in his direction. Many laughed loudly, some whistled appreciatively, and others who believed the lyrics muttered behind cupped hands to conceal their words and grins.

Aragorn shifted uncomfortably. It wasn’t good to bring this much attention to themselves, especially given the circumstances. One look from Aragorn sent up at Gandalf voiced his concern. The wizard nodded back and drew you over with a beckoning hand.

You finished off the rest of your ale and encouraged other bards to pick up the music again. Once the sound of flutes and lutes filled the air, you made your way through the crowd, placing your hand over your heart and responding earnestly to every compliment as you walked past.

"Y/n! I saw you play when I was a child!"

"My niece is a HUGE fan!"

"Do you sing at weddings?!"

And soon enough, you were in front of the trio.

“Gandalf the Grey,” you grinned up, slinging your lute across your back.

He responded warmly, throwing your bard title in as he did so. “You’ve exceeded your previous standing upon the pedestal of fame. Apparently, this song has been heard all over the land.”

At the mention of the song, you turned to Legolas. “Ahh, has it now? Judging by the star-struck expression upon your oddly fine-tuned visage, I’m guessing this is your first time?”

Legolas narrowed his eyes and kept them locked on yours. “First and last time.”

Without missing a beat, you replied, “Aw, buddy. Don’t worry. Being a two-thousand-year-old virgin isn’t that weird. Don’t count yourself out just yet.”

His face dropped. “Wha—No! That’s not at all what I—”

“I must say, dear bard,” Boromir cut in, firmly shaking your hand. “My little brother and I have seen you perform in Gondor before, and we are both great admirers of your work. Might I please trouble you for a signature made out to ‘Faramir’? I might not get this opportunity again.”

You shrugged it off coolly. “Yeah, sure! Always happy to meet a fan!”

Legolas stared in horror at the interaction for a moment. “What is happening right now..?”

Aragorn placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped in. “Y/n, I’m afraid we have not only come for review of your work tonight.”

At that, he looked up at Gandalf urgingly. The wizard sighed and nodded. “Indeed not. Might there be somewhere more private we can talk?”

Briefly looking up from the signature you were writing on a handkerchief, you nodded your head from side to side in thought and pursed your lips, speaking as you wrote. “I’ve got a room here. I’m not sure we’ll all fit, but I suppose we can figure something out."

You sent a wink Legolas’ way, whose face was still frozen somewhere between contemplation, shock, and horror.

“You should be dead,” he decided upon moments later.

Feigning alarm, you looked over your shoulder. “Why? The song really that bad? You hired the world’s worst assassin to take me out and they couldn’t even finish the job?”

Learning how to dance with your words again, Legolas replied straight to the point. “You look the same as you did all those years ago. You’re mortal. You should be dead, or very, very elderly, at the least.”

You blinked back at him. “Was there a question in there somewhere, or…?”

Noticing all the attention you were drawing, Gandalf and Aragorn decided to usher this meeting along elsewhere.

“Ah, Y/n,” Gandalf slid in, smiling tensely as he noticed Legolas’ fingers curl backwards, as if instinctively reaching for his bow. “Perhaps we should continue this upstairs? We have much to discuss, as mentioned before.”

You raked your eyes over the prince’s face for a further few seconds. He all but glared back. You dropped your eyes to his hands, noticing the way they curled the same as the wizard did. Smirking, you looked back up into the prince’s eyes – locking them there as you responded to Gandalf.

“Great idea.”

#oh to be a sexy medieval bard with the power to influence the masses on political figures #do you think legolas was a political figure? #I mean #he was a prince #what would you ransom him for? #personally I wouldn’t settle for less than half a Mirkwood armada’s worth of armour #but that’s just me 💅🏻 #Tolkien’s just praying every day I end up in hell #Legolas x reader #Legolas x y/n #Legolas x you #fellowship x reader #fellowship x you #lotr fanfic #company x you #company x y/n #company x reader #fellowship x y/n #lotr oneshot #lotr fic

[pet-pet-peet]

Heres a weird request from a weird person lol can i have headcanons for heartslabyul dating a reader that gets dizzy and disoriented very easily and cannot visit their dorm because of the weird furniture and stuff? (Like i literally look at the furniture being all bendy and stuff and i just get disoriented- i mean look at the lounge, the kitchen, dont even get me started on the stairs from the hallway 🤧💦) thank you if u do decide to write this :))

I get a lot of times where I get confused looking at that stuff, too lolol

I am trying to go through my drafts and post the ones I had done, this will not be inspired by canon!

Tw: Ace being mean

Pairing(s): Riddle, Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce x gn reader who’s easily disoriented (separate)

𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊

He invited you to an unbirthday party, and you really wanted to go- but, you’ll have to deal with the dizziness-

He’s not really sure what he can do to help you, but he does try to lead you around his dorm when you visit

Usually just tells you to focus on watching him instead of the surroundings, since he knows how nauseating it can be for people who aren’t used to it

Might plan parties for you to attend somewhere away from his dorm at some points, just so he can have you in a place you’re comfortable

Pretty fine with it, since he probably has to deal with some residents who are the same way, but a bit upset you can’t visit him often

𝕿𝖗𝖊𝖞

He’s not at all surprised, he tends to help Riddle with new dorm members and there are a few of them that are the same way upon first arrival

He’ll keep his dorm room and the kitchen lacking in the confusing furniture for your sake, so if it gets to be too much during your visit you can go to one of them and hide it out

Brings you tea or something to help calm your nerves, if that’s something that gets bothered in these bouts of disorientation

Might not invite you to many unbirthday parties if he knows he’ll be busy- but if he knows Riddle is in a particularly authoritative mood, he’ll try to invite you since he knows he’ll be there for you longer than not

Otherwise, saves some sweets from the parties (or makes extra just in case) so that he can come over and visit you with them

𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗

Kinda laughs when you tell him his dorm makes you dizzy, but then realizes you aren’t joking

Pretty much just leaves you be, if you do visit, though, he’s gonna hang out with you in the garden since it’s the most normal part of the dorm

Probably asks if you want to help him paint the roses, doesn’t really expect you to agree, though

Lots of flirting, but always very chill when you start getting disoriented; he tries to help guide you places that you won’t get confused in, or stays with you when you explore so you don’t get lost

Pretty good tour guide, will show you around the dorm (might jokingly threaten to leave you in one of the wings when you make a bad attempt at flirting, though)

𝕬𝖈𝖊

He doesn’t really get it, but if it makes you uncomfortable then he doesn’t see the point in you coming over

He just goes to visit you instead, it’s a bit better in his opinion anyway since you and Grim are the only ones in your dorm

If you do happen to be in Heartslabyul for any reason, he doesn’t let you wander off on your own, since that’s a very easy way for a disoriented person to get lost

Definitely pranks you, though, and will have you walk into a room while he goes the opposite direction and hides; he thinks it’s funny to watch you walk in circles trying to find him

Until you finally do, then he’s afraid for his life because of the vengeance in your eyes

𝕯𝖊𝖚𝖈𝖊

He definitely doesn’t get it, but you basically explain it to him the best way you can and he kind of understands?

He, like Ace, will just be with you outside of his dorm; visiting your dorm, taking you to the park or the school library for study dates

If you end up in the Heartslabyul building at any point, he’s not leaving your side for anything

Loyal puppy mode engaged, your followed very closely and led when you get lost or need to be somewhere specific

He couldn’t ever bring himself to prank you, just knowing that you’re disoriented because of him might break him-

#twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader

[eliziarts]

It really gets me how you can't say shit about Helluva Boss (or Hazbin Hotel for that matter) to actually critique without fans getting buthurt, and the only people agreeing with you people who just hate Vivzipop (for the record i dont lol). But here are my gripes that I wish people were actually talking about (btw I really *want* to love Helluva Boss and none of this is mean-spirited, just things I've noticed that I wish the team would fix, or I believe are beyond fixing):

1. The very confused tone. I know a lot of people deflect any criticism from the show by saying 'oh but it's a comedy you shouldn't take it too seriously'. Here's the thing- it's literally taking itself too seriously. There's a balance that a show can have between dark elements and humor, but Helluva Boss consistently tries to tackle very, VERY heavy subjects. This combined with the Brandon Rodgers-essque d!ck joke comedy doesn't.. work. At least not in the way they're attempting. I think the most egregious example of this is the scene in the latest episode when Moxie's dad is literally threatening to kill him if he doesn't follow through with an arranged marriage... immeadiatly followed by Moxie walking though a hall of wall d!ldos. It kind of says, 'hey, we were taking this really seriously 2 seconds ago, but jk actually now you should laugh!'

Juxtaposition doesn't work if it actively confuses its audience on what to feel. I'm not sure how much influence Vivzie and Brandon have on the outcome of the show vs the rest of the writing team, but it seems like Brandon's humor and Vivzie's tendency to write melodramatic soap opera scenes just aren't really meshing together quite right. I wish it had more similar pacing and tone shifts that HH had, because it felt more sudden in a purposeful way, rather than 'we're too lazy to find a good transition between these two scenes.'

2. Why does Vivziepop never write interesting female characters? I know this is talked about a bit more, but it's growing increasingly prevalent in Helluva Boss. We still haven't gotten an episode focused on any of the female leads that's actually about *them*.

Millie is practically nonexistent without her relationship to Moxie. Even the episode where we meet her family, it doesn't give us any insight about her. Every time she goes feral(tm) it's either to save her husband or it's part of a group fight. The only backstory we got for Loona was there to service Blitzo's character, and show us *his* reaction. The only things we've seen with Octavia were put there to help us learn more about Stolas. Even in the scene where they only had Loona and Octavia on the screen, it didn't feel like it was about them at all. It didn't feel like the scene existed to show us them bonding about their shitty dads. It felt like the scene was there to once again ask the audience to give Blitzo and Stolas pity points. Which- brings me to my next problem.

3. Its justifications of abuse. I know they're in hell. Most of them should be shitty people, and they are! But I wish the story would stop trying to pretend they're not. Helluva Boss keeps doing this thing where it draws a line between 'good' abuse and 'bad' abuse. And this kind of completely changed Stolas and Blitzo's relationship. Ik some people may like this change but I personally don't.

Earlier on, we were made to believe Stolas kind of fucked up by cheating on his wife. Not only did this affect Stella (tho ofc we later learn it's due to image reasons) but his daughter as well. It's just generally an uncomfortable and tricky situation. And I liked it! It was interesting and had levels of nuance. However, now that we know that he was basically being abused by Stella this entire time, and met Blitzo when they were kids (which is a WHOLE OTHER UNCOMFORTABLE CAN OF WORMS LMAO) the audience no longer feels like Stolas did anything wrong. Now his actions feel justified.

As much as I loved his confrontational scene with Stella the first time I watched it, as I know many people did, I also know that it kind of ruined any sense of nuance that whole situation had. Now, Stolas suddenly has been absolved from any previously implied mistakes. And, Stella is portrayed as this 1 dimensional cruel monster.

Which brings me to the point of abuse in this show. It's a very prevalent theme, and it's a heavy one for a show branded as a sit-com to portray (hard, but not impossible). But it fails on the end that it doesn't stay consistent in its condemnation of it. Every time a character does something 'bad', as soon as we find out there is a reason for this bad behavior, the show suddenly makes it seem like we should feel bad for them and that their actions are justified because they're a broken person. See: the narrative around Stolas' affair suddenly being changed as soon as we find out he was being abused by Stella.

Inconsistent emotional consequences in writing is lazy for sure. But the real problem is when it gets to the abuse side of things, it can actually become harmful. It's implied that Blitzo had an emotionally abusive relationship with Verosika. But ohh we know he had a fucked up childhood and has fear of forming emotional bonds so! Geuss it's okay! But when it comes to Stella, she's just downright mean, 1 dimensional, and literally says she's doing things for no reason other than to make Stolas suffer.

It's important to note that every single time a character gets a *reason* for their assholery, it becomes a *justification* in the way the show frames it. But whenever a character doesn't have a reason for being as asshole, like Stella (at least not one that's shown), that's where the show then draws the line.

This is harmful! Hate to break it to you but the bulk of abusive people out there were abused themselves. They have multitudes of reasons for why they are the way they are. But that doesn't excuse their actions! And I really hate that this is the standard of framing Helluva Boss has set up for their show because now, no matter how bad a character's actions are, they can slap on a sad backstory and suddenly make that character a sympathetic one.

Yeah but anyways idk. If you read all of that I thank you for taking ur time to listen to my 2 cents. The last episode I really enjoyed was the Ozzie's one and I'm just kinda bummed at a lot of this stuff I mentioned.

#helluva boss #hot take #helluva boss blitzo #stolas helluva boss #stolitz #vivzie why cant you spend more time on your female chrs im begging you #vivziepop #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism

[the-offside-rule]

Mitch Evans (Jaguar) - Meeting You

Day 24 of Christmas

In the glittering ambiance of Monaco, Mitch found himself walking up the pathway to his friends home for his annual Christmas Eve party. For once, it was a chilly Christmas Eve in Monaco, and the glitzy lights adorned the streets as Mitch Evans, the charismatic Formula E driver, rang the door and awaited the response. He hadn't even gone inside yet, but he already felt as the air buzzed with holiday cheer as the front door swung open to show Stoffel, a fellow driver. "Mate, how are you?" Stoffel asked as he let Mitch come inside. "Not so bad. The place is looking good as always." Mitch said as he hung up his jacket on the coat hanger by the front door. "Had to do it up. I actually like it better." Stoffel replied as he showed Mitch into the dining area where everyone would be meeting up for the party.

Amidst the festive crowd, Mitch's gaze met the eyes of the very familiar face of Y/n the renowned and charming journalist with an air of elegance. He hadn't had the pleasure of meeting her yet as Jaguar hadn't yet been asked to to interviews interviews her yet, but she of course did them with Stoffel quite regularly, which is obviously why she must have been there. Their connection was instantaneous as they both exchanged looks and caught eachothers curious stares from across the room. It was as if the Christmas magic had cast its spell. They exchanged smiles from across the room, drawing each other in like magnets.

Mitch so desperately wanted to finally meet the journalist with a warm smile that seemed to light up the room. Determined to make a memorable impression, Mitch conjured up a light-hearted joke. He smiled as he approached Y/n. She stood politely holding her glass of prosecco, awaiting Mitch to speak. After an uncomfortably long time of silence between the two, Mitch decided to speak up.

"You know, if Stoff goes on one more time about the renovations he's done to this house, I am gonna lose my mind." He quipped, hoping to grab her attention. Y/n's laughter echoed through the room, and Mitch knew he had succeeded. "I thought I was the only one thinking that." Y/n admitted. "I actually can't see the difference, can you?" Mitch smiled as she continued on the conversation. The two quickly discovered that they had a lot in common as the conversation so naturally changed topic. It was almost as if they had found their other person.

Engrossed in conversation, they found themselves engrossed in each other, seemingly oblivious to the festivities around them. Time slipped away as Mitch and Y/n shared stories, exchanged jokes, and connected on a deeper level.

As the evening drew to a close, Mitch, not wanting the magic to end, needed an excuse excuse stay with her just just little while longer and so, he began thinking. "Hey Y/n? You need me to call you a taxi?" Stoffel asked as he handed Y/n her jacket. Mitch had a eureka moment. "That'd be great actually. I-"

"I could drive you back if you'd like." Mitch interjected. Both Stoffel and Y/n looked at the kiwi. "I can bring Y/n back to her flat." Mitch smiled. "You know what, that's actually a good idea." Stoffel smiled and patted his friend on the back. "That'd save you some trouble." Mitch grinned and grabbed his blazer, heading for the front door and putting it on. "Oh wait! I forgot to get your your party favours. I'll be right back." Stoffel said as he momentarily disappeared. "I wouldn't be surprised if it was a book on house renovations." Mitch said quietly, making Y/n giggle. "Wouldn't mind it. My flat is looking awful." Mitch simply looked at Y/n and watched as she looked up, her face changing. "What?" Mitch asked, following her gaze and spotting some mistletoe hanging by a thread. "Oh." Mitch whispered. "We don't have to." He paused. "Well, unless you want to." Y/n smiled lightly. "It is a tradition after all." Mitch nodded and began closing the gap between them both. "Exactly. Who are we to deny traditions?"

"Not us." Y/n whispered as their noses touched, an endearing moment ensued as they both hesitated, caught in the charm of the season. With a shared smile, they decided to seize the moment and share a sweet, spontaneous kiss. Y/n threw her arms around Mitch's neck and Mitch took this opportunity to wrap his arms around Y/n to pull her as close as he could.

"And will I be seeing you tomorrow?" Y/n asked, looking between Mitch's eyes. He smiled and whipped out his phone from his picket. "I'll give you my number, but only if you message me first thing in the morning. How's that?" The couple chuckled before Y/n nodded in agreement. The pair exchanged their numbers to stay in touch, and Mitch dropped her home. It was as simple as that. Little did they know that the chance meeting at the Christmas party would be the start of a festive romance filled with flirty conversations and the joy of discovering love during the most magical time of the year.

#mitch evans x you #mitch evans oneshot #mitch evans x reader #mitch evans imagine #mitch evans #christmas imagine #christmas fanfic #christmas fic #f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot

[riaarivic]

HATE 4: Fire Meets Gasoline(M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary  You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: mentions of death, drugs and vioence, foul language, drug use, yoongi is a tease and I'm putting it as a warning.

🌙 Chapter wordcount 5.3k (yikes)

🌙 Series Index

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🌙 HATE 4: Fire meets Gasoline 🌙

"There's two of us, we're certain with desire. The pleasure's pain and fire. Burn me"

“Traitors do not deserve the mercy of a quick death” the voice of the Clan’s Head resounded in the meeting room of The Seven Moons “That is the most important code you should know. Dear Nari”

“You break a promise, you lose a finger” J-Hope continued with a smile looking at you, amused as if he had just made a joke.

“The word of the Leader is the law. If he says jump, you jump. If he says you have to rob a bank you go and rob a bank. If he says that you die, then... you die.” Taehyung followed the thread with a bored expression you realized he only wore when you were in the room. All his looks said what he was thinking. He should be out on the streets doing his job by now, not tutoring some stuck up girl.

“Don't sleep with your brothers' wives... unless they invite you.” Jimin giving you a flirty wonk and earning a disapproving grunt from his brothers, except one...

Suga was amused at how uncomfortable you looked. 

“Anyway” The Clan’s Head spoke again commanding attention “Dear Nari, you will learn more about our codes as time goes by. However, it is important that you begin to know our clan from the inside. So today, you will start with the most basic. I heard you're not afraid of blood or weapons, is that right?”

Before answering the Head, you looked at Namjoon narrowing your eyes for a second.

Snitches get stitches Kim Namjoon

“Eh... it's true, I'm not afraid of blood or weapons”  you answered uneasy feeling all the attention in the room fall on you. 

A few sets of eyes loved to see you biting your lips 

“Marvelous! So this morning you will spend time in the training dojo with Jungkook. It is important that you know how to defend yourself well and I hope that the rest will be there today to accompany you. A bit of exercise will do good for some of you”

You noticed something about Kim DoHan, The Clan’s Head. He always called them by their real name. All But one, the same exact man who INTERPOL couldn’t find any note or trace of his existence. 

Maybe that was the reason they also called him the shadow. You thought

“Father! I can't waste any more time today, Namjoon and I have an investor meeting. Also... “ Jin started a sentence but his father raised his hand and he went instantly quiet. 

“Do I have to repeat myself? I hope not, Seokjin. As the eldest I expect more from you, it is you who sets the example for your brothers and I remind you, you are a member of this clan before anything else. I didn't think it was necessary to remind you at your age, but we can always resort to the usual punishments for contradicting your Leader” Jin swallowed his own words.

“No, father. Forgive me” he replied. The Clan Leader knowing his word was final, rose from his seat to leave and his shadow followed right behind.

Apparently the word all did not include Suga.

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Training dojo, Mansion of the Seven Moons, outskirts of Seoul, South Korea.

“Good! I think after stretching we'll all be ready to go. Princess Nari, do you think you can train in those Louboutins? You look beautiful in them, but I don't think they will be very practical” you were no longer surprised by the attitude of the clan’s henchman, Jhope was undoubtedly the personification of the sun's rays.

So much joy overwhelmed you.

“Eh... I didn't bring sportswear in my luggage, I haven't had a chance to buy either” you shrugged your shoulders, looking at your outfit. To be honest, kicking ass in heels and a miniskirt wasn't one of your favorite things.

But you’ve certainly done it before.

The only thing was that you really  didn't want to show them your underwear while doing it.

It also had happened before

“There is a solution for everything, princess. Everything except death. I think Jimin could lend you some clothes. I'm sure they're the same size” Jhope looked at his younger brother next to him

“Hey! Who the hell are you saying is the same size as her?” Jimin stood up in front of his brother puffing his chest.

“You're right Jimin-hyung, Miss Nari is a little taller than you” now all the other brothers joined in laughing at Jungkook’s joke.

Jimin turned to push the youngest of his brothers and they both began to punch each other playfully.

Are these the most feared criminals in Asia? They look like a group of teenagers. You couldn’t help but think

“You can use my clothes... little flower” said a voice from the entrance of the dojo. You didn't have to see his face to know who he was “After all, it would look perfect on you too” The rest of the room stopped laughing to look at the newcomer. Jimin and Jungkook stood up off the floor, with the blonde grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

What is he doing here?

“t's fixed then! Princess Nari, go change. Suga will give you some of his clothes” after a few seconds of awkward silence, Jhope exclaimed, patting his hands happily. Truly, this man's optimism was endless.

“I don't think it's correct…”

“No, no. Namjoon, the princess doesn't have training clothes. Suga-hyung can lend it to her for now. Later you can take her shopping. Not another word, it has been said, case closed” Jhope pushed you towards the changing rooms so you could change her clothes.

When you were done changing, the seven Moons were already in pairs doing combat exercises.

The atmosphere between the brothers had become more serious and you could see each one of them fighting with a very particular style.

Jimin looked like he was dancing instead of fighting, his every move was graceful. You could see how his expressions changed from a scowl to an arrogant smile every time he managed to land a punch on Taehyun and the taller one dodged with difficulty.

Although Jimin was faster, Taehyun was stronger. If the shorter one hit him, he would take a few steps back. It was a very even fight, you could tell that each one knew the other's movements perfectly.

Almost to the point where they could predict the next one.

Jin was facing Jungkook, the older against the younger.

JK was pure physical strength. He fought to win and he always, always did. Dry, accurate and aggressive blows. He reminded you a lot of Emmet, your field partner who had been left behind at Interpol headquarters. They both fought like tigers, straight for the prey.

But the eldest of The Seven Moons was not really a fan of physical. Jin liked to fight dirty, he knew how to play very well with his opponents' minds and he always used that to his advantage.

“What's wrong kookie? You are slowing down. Are you nervous to be in front of a pretty girl today, boy? You are a little softie today” Jin was smiling but you could see through his expression. It was all a front to make JK put down his guard 

"I know Kookie, she’s a beauty, right? Who knows maybe you’ll end up engaged to her." the boys roared at the oldest last comment. 

And you could almost swear Jin winked at you before he punched his brother again. Only to receive a full blow to the face right after

JK’s movements were quick. But you didn't miss the slight blush that spread on the boy's cheeks.

The two kept fighting and you could hear a groan of pain as JK landed another punch to Jin's jaw.

Ouch

But without a doubt, the best fight award was for the one between Suga and Namjoon. The difference in sizes might make you think that the scale would lean towards the tallest one, but they were much more even than everyone else.

Namjoon was a mountain of muscle, strong and hunky that you could see perfectly now that he had removed his designer jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeves. Beneath all the expensive fabric lay his tattooed arms with hardly any room for more ink.

The Second in command fought with the techniques of the expensive martial arts academies in Seoul, which he had attended, he looked like a professional athlete. Every blow he managed to land, left Suga a little unfocused.

That, if he could do it.

The black-haired man might be smaller in size. But he was much faster and more aggressive. Suga fought to kill. There were no middle terms or truce.

He fought like someone who had grown up fighting to survive, he fought like the fighters on the streets.

It was a showdown worth seeing and you could tell from miles away that between the right hand and the shadow there was something much more than a sibling rivalry... 

There was resentment.

You could even say

Hate. 

And there was no denying, they were brutal.

Not bad for a bunch of useless gangsters. 

“Ok princess, you will fight me first. I'm going to teach you some tricks. Let's see, hit me as hard as you can” Jhope caught your attention as he took you to the side of the dojo away from the other fights.

Oh, pretty boy. You really don't want me to hit you

“Come on, don't be afraid. You're not going to hurt me”  The young gangster told you, giving you a kind smile. You sighed and raised your right arm, ready to hit him. The man quickly deflected you by grabbing your elbow and knocking you off balance with his knee.

With a strong blow your back made contact with the floor, everyone else in the room stopped what they were doing to see you.

Some laughed a little, others looked at you with pity. It was obvious to them that Jhope would dominate you in combat. Yes, JK was the clan’s combat trainer and a great fighter. But when it really came to hand in hand combat. The brunette could take them all… at once.

Jhope might be the friendliest of all the brothers, but all of that disappeared the moment he started fighting. He was fast, strong and definitely the most complete fighter of them all.

You remembered at that moment reading on his file that he grew up on the streets of Gwangju. Fighting on the illegal rings, sometimes for money, sometimes for drugs but most of the times for fun. 

He was a legend.

But you were annoyed by his mocking look, as if it amused him to see you in such a helpless way.

Watch and learn, you dick.

“Let’s do it from the top. It’s all right” JHope extended his hand and you saw it as the perfect opportunity.

You took his wrist with your hands and locked his arm with your legs. He fell instantly to the floor. In his state of shock, you took the opportunity to throw out the knife that he had hidden in one of his pants pockets.

JHope tried to get on top of you. But the moment he did, he realized that you were holding his gun to the side of his forehead and his other knife pressed against his neck.

With another quick movement you released the magazine from JHope's gun. Wriggling out of his grasp and grabbing the other arm from his ankle before he did.

This time, you aimed at the middle of his eyebrows. He couldn't do much to defend himself in that position. 

But he was sure you wouldn't shoot him.

Right?

You had pinned him completely unable to move. Everything happened so fast any of them could see you coming. Jhope smiled at you and put his hands up. He had lowered his guard and you had taken him by surprise, that made things much more interesting.

“Shit “ You weren’t sure if the voice was Taehyun's  “If She can take Hobi.... “

Fuck I should not have done that...

“She can take all of us... “ Jimin finished his brother's sentence

The eyes of all the moons rested on you “Damn little flower, who would have guessed you were a fighter” Suga spoke, looking into your eyes

“Now Fight me”

I definitely shouldn't have done that...

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Going upstairs to give Suga his clothes back sounded like an amazing idea 10 minutes ago…

Before you got lost walking across the dark halls of the Seven Moons Mansion.

All this fucking ganster money and you couldn’t put a couple more lightbulbs?

You kept walking trying not to remember the embarrassment of having to ask Jimin where Suga's bedroom was.

“Pretty noona, Do you Like my brother?” He said with an amused smile when you said you wanted to personally give his clothes back to him “Well don’t tell Namjoon that I told you. It is on the second floor, take those stairs and walk to the end of the hall. His door is always open… unless he is busy”

Now you were infront of his door and Jimin was right it was open.

There was almost nothing on that room. It felt like it belonged to nobody, maybe he didn't spend time there.

Too busy commiting crimes.

He was sitting on an armchair looking through the window. It reminded you of yesterday when you saw him for the first time in the kitchen.

When nobody was looking The Shadow had an expression that couldn't be something else but sadness.

But why? you thought

After a few seconds you knocked on his door “Hey, sorry I came to give back your clothes. I'm going to leave them here, on this table is it ok?”

He turned to see you and gave you a smug smile while he stood up from where he was sitting. He walked slowly across the room to be right in front of you.

"Oh, Little flower" he said in a low voice, he didn't expect to see you but damn the devil, how he wanted to "haven't they told you that it's not appropriate for a lady like you to come knocking on a man's door this late at night"

He had that shit eating grin on his face again.

And at that point you weren't really sure if you wanted to punch him right in the face...

Or kiss him.

”I came to give back your clothes” you said, looking into his eyes “And I did. So I'm leaving, clearly you're busy”

”Oh, I might not be as refined as the rest of my brothers. But I am a gentleman. For you, I have all the time in the world, flower. You still don’t smoke?”

”No, I don't. I told you” He was looking at you with the feline expression of a cat that is playing with its prey ”You did, but I would be using it as an excuse to have a minute of your company “ You were surprised by his words. Why was he so insistent on spending time with you?

Being inches away from that man sent all your nerves to short circuit.

But you were too proud to let it show.

And most importantly…

you were on a mission.

But maybe, this could be a great opportunity to get some information out of him.

Definitely not an excuse to be alone with him

“And spending time with you in your room at this time of night is okay? I mean… for a lady like me” You raised an eyebrow and he laughed.

He raised his hand and gently put his thumb under your chin “Oh flower. I don’t kiss and tell. Do you?”

“I don’t” you answered

Then he got closer to the shell of your ear to whisper in a husky voice “Then tell me why a pretty girl like you is carrying a gun like this” You were so distracted by his touch that you didn’t realize he took your gun from its holster on your thigh. His black eyes that looked so inviting a few seconds ago now looked like the dark waters of the Han river that run below the house.

And you were sure, he was about to drown you in them.

So you had to make a decision...

Fight

Run

or

Kiss him

And all of them sounded completely right at this point.

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HanYong Bath House, Itaewon, Seoul South Korea

Standing in front of a pool of red-painted water was the second in command of The Seven Moons.

The bloody corpses of 10 men floated in it

They were from an ally clan.

None of them saw it coming...

Kim DoHan had been their partner for decades and they had watched Namjoon grow up. They always saw him as the next Leader, the successor to his father.

That's why when the young gangster took off his designer clothes to get into the pool, no one really payed attention to what was on his back

The moment those 10 men saw the tattoo...

It was too late.

The ink on the broad back of the Second in command was a death sentence for them.

A death sentence for his clan.

Even for himself.

The young man had an empty expression, as if there was no soul inside his body.

Inside that Bath house in Itaewon 

There were the bloody corpses of 10 men inside of a pool 

And a young gangster 

With his hands stained with blood 

And a tattoo of a dragon with a jade sphere in its mouth.

The symbol of the Chinese triads.

His father's enemy clan.

The same one that he had annihilated during the gang war, 20 years ago.

Or so everyone thought.

They have returned to take revenge.

From the hand of his own son.

You and Kim Namjoon had something in common.

You were both traitors...

And traitors do not deserve the mercy of a quick death.

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It's me again!! Hi hello!!

I'm really sorry I haven't been posting as much.

Life has been... intense lately and I had to take a time of to really recover from everything.

Also, I really want to thank all the people who had liked and reblogged all the chapters. I really really appreciate it.

Ps. if you want to be on the next chapter's tag list: comment below or send me an ask!!

Love,

Ria

Tag list: @allamericanuniverse (btw, thank you)

#bts yoongi #bts smut #bts mafia au #bts mafia series #mafia au #yoongi #bts fanfic #bts #bts au #series #enemies to lovers #yoongi smut #bts suga #bts imagines #pop music

[the-raging-tempest]

🍍🍓🍩 for Lariel and 🍰🍫🍇 for Zrise?

Thank you Ash! Answered 🍫 here! Sorry this has taken me a bit! Fighting my mind goblins! I always be info dumping under the cut!

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

This is such an interesting one. I feel like there isn't a particular place where Lariel is more comfortable than others. Though she is very uncomfortable and nervous in big groups and crowds. Easily overwhelmed by a large amounts of people. But on the flip side her 'comfort' with being alone has more to do with that it's what she's used to. It isn't very good for her I'd say. She even knows this. So I would say her most comfortable place whenever she is beside a trusted close friend.

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

I think Lariel tends to favor sweet and light scents with some slightly earthy or citrus notes. Jasmine, gardenia, lily, plumeria. She doesn't want it to be too strong, just a hint.

As for hates, I think she isn't that particular for the scent itself but more if it's TOO MUCH. She'll easily get a headache. Some nobles can wear a bit too much. In my mind when she finally meets Kraler it's a trait he has she hates. HAH

🍩: What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime they're most likely to get arrested for?

YAY! Love crimes! Honestly. I think Lariel has the vibe where she's much more likely to actually get away with something. She looks too sweet and perhaps has that air of nobility (though it's not her intention at all!) That keeps people from really pursuing arresting her. A little it the 'not worth the potential trouble' vibe. That's my hot take. They'd have to really have it out for her. Her brother though… this list would be much longer LMAO

As for crimes she'd commit: Aiding and abetting, disturbing the peace, forgery, identity theft, vandalism, loitering, trespassing, perjury, theft, evading arrest.

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

Such a good question for him. He has such different standards for himself vs others. Unforgivable for others to do to him… I think honestly he's got no real moral code, so usually he gets annoyed and angry with 'did you try to stop him from doing the thing he wanted to do'. But as for UNFORGIVABLE as in you've gone past the point of no return… Interesting… This is hard. He has no moral backbone… I think betrayal. If he ever felt truly betrayed by someone. When I say betrayed I mean he dropped his guard and on some level felt understood or liked by someone, and then they used that against him. Intentionally or not. What counts as a betrayal really depends on the person I think.

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

This is so funny as a question for him. He lives in an interesting limbo space that I will try to describe.

For him to consider you ‘his friend’ requires a lot. He's usually a very causal person. He hates shallow ‘pointless’ conversations. He can have them, but they mean nothing to him. He could talk to the same bartender everyday for a year and simply not give a fuck about them. If someone never goes past simple small talk he will barely remember them. It takes a lot for him to consider someone his ‘friend’. I imagine there are people who might have considered him their friend even though he will simply forget their existence once they are out of sight. He is not easily attached to others.

When he considers someone his friend he is very ‘ride or die’. But that’s because of how much it takes for him to get to that point. A 'friend' requires a level of trust and vulnerability he is not often capable of. He isn’t supposed to drop his guard or let people in, by the very nature of his work. He can’t let anyone be his ‘weakness’ so he feels he must keep people at arms length. So if he gets attached… well… then he’s a very passionate and intense kind of person.

The only time he was in a 'dynamic' he was kind of just in the group first as a joke. Like when a popular kid chooses a weirdo to keep as a pet. He was always the third wheel. I think he finds himself feeling out of place and awkward in most conversations where he's attached to someone and they are talking to someone else. If things just remained 'causal' he can more easily banter, flirtation, aggression, indifference. But if he actually gives a fuck about someone he feels very uncomfortable, because he feels like he has to hide from others, but craves that honesty and raw connection from whomever he's latched on to.

#oc: zrise #oc: lariel #ask #ask game #once again hope I make any sense

[rottnteen]

Please gods post part two :') of let me take care of you

per request :)

In The Name of Being Honest

part two to let me take care of you

You feel totally and utterly embarrassed. You wake up in Eddie Munsons bed. Again. You feel a little less woozy and the sun had started to set. You look to Eddie's desk to find his back turned to you and seems to be tuning his "second sweetheart". He always joked saying that you were his first.

You always wished he wasn't joking.

The way his hands grazed the guitar and how his back flexed when he got a slightly messed up chord. "Eds?" You ask weakly from the bed, sitting up a little, noticing that your now in his hellfire shirt and your underwear. It was covering mostly everything, showing a little bit of your bum, the indent between the cheek and the thigh.

"Oh!" Eddie turns around, taking his guitar off. He quickly rushes to you as you look up to him with wide innocent eyes. He cups your face and his thumb strokes up and down. "How are you feeling? You fell asleep in the bath and I uh...dressed..." He clears his throat, "You."

Your face becomes hot and feels as though it's becoming red. "I'm so so sorry," You rush out and he smiles, "That's like oh my god-" He squeezes your cheeks together, your lips turning into a pout and now you cannot speak.

He laughs, "Are you apologizing because I dressed you while you had a 103° fever?" You nod your head while still being in his hand, "I'm glad you're feeling better though. You're not hot anymore." You smile, remembering what happened before, "Temperature wise!" He says, his voice drawn out. "Do you want something to eat?" You nod your head in response once more. "Want me to carry you, is your body too weak?" He asks, actually concerned.

You nod and he laughs finally releasing your cheeks. He grabs the underside of your plump soft thighs, lifting you up. You latch on to his body, resting your hands at the nape of his neck. You murmur into his body, "Thank you."

He chuckles and you feel the vibrations into you from his body. "Princess, you act as if I don't take care of you ever." He walks into the kitchen and sets you down on the counter. That's true, whenever you have a rough day at school he goes and takes you to get strawberry ice cream and the two of you share the cone. When you had cut your hand chopping vegetables to cook for you both, immediately he cleaned the wound and bandages it for you, and ordered a pizza so that you won't get hurt anymore. And that one time when you sprained your ankle thinking you could do a cartwheel and he had brung you a flower everyday.

You almost feel this realization, not realization but a need, a need to tell him. "Fuck." You say and he turns around from putting the spaghetti-o's on the stove.

"What happened? Do you not feel good again?" He frantically comes back to you grabbing your face as if he could see your "pain" on your face.

You look up to him tears in your eyes and his concern grows. "Was it something I said?"

He seemed to be panicking, "Is it because I dressed you? Im so sorry y/n, i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!"

You lean up to him and catch his lips before he can babble any longer, he's frozen in place. As you're about to pull away realizing his feelings aren't reciprocating he grabs your face harder and pulls you into him. He's situated between your legs and your kisses are being shared and the noises fill the room. You both pull apart but his hand is still on your face and your foreheads are touching. You open your eyes to find Eddie's eyes closed and his eyebrows creased, he's breathing heavily and his mouth is parted slightly.

“I love you eddie.”

Your voice was desperate as if you needed the words to come out right this very moment. His eyes shoot open at your confession, "Are you high or-or still sick? Drunk?" He asks pulling away from you and out from in between your legs. He puts his hand on the other counter as if he needed it to stabilize himself. All you could see was his back profile contemplating and questioning.

"No, no, no, why would you think that?" You ask sitting straighter. "You don't...feel the same way?" Your voice wavered and he looked back at you from the sad noise.

He seemed frenzied, "No, no, princess!" He grabs your face in his hands, feeling your salty tears hit his thumb. You couldn't help it. You knew that there was always Eddie. That Eddie had always been reliable, and Eddie was always your first option. Maybe he and Chrissy's one night meant more then you thought... "Y/n. I love you too. More, even."

You look at him, your eyes glossy and so are his. "Can we kiss again?" You sniffle.

He smiles, "Of course we can kiss again."

Your lips met, and maybe it wasn't your sickness that had gotten you to confess your love and attraction to Eddie. Maybe it was the overwhelming amount of care and time.

#eddie munson #eddie munson come back #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson hands #eddie munson imagine #rottnteen fics #rottnteen answers

[killer-stardoll]

KLUSTERS LORE!!

WARNING!!!

Some characters that I talk about are manipulative and do partake in abusive behavior. If that makes you uncomfortable please do not read!!

I will only be talking about half of his lore not the whole thing since that would take me too long!!!

In Act 1:

Kluster is a senior in highschool, and has a crush on his childhood bestfriend (millø) who is also a senior in highschool (they go to the same school). He has had feelings for Millø for a long time now and want to tell him, so he waits until the last day of school to tell him.

Interaction:

Kluster: Millø I know we've been friends a very long time, but I don't think I can Keep this from you much longer,,, I have feelings for you and I want to have an romantic relationship with you...

Millø: you're kidding right?... Tell me this is a fucking joke...

Kluster: what- no I'm being serious...

Millø: I'm not fucking gay,,, and it's honestly disgusting how you would think like that towards me.

Kluster: I know,,, and I'm sorry! Just maybe we can-

[Millø slams kluster to the ground and punches him in the eye causing klusters eye to glitch out.]

Kluster is really shocked that millø his own FRIEND would hurt him like that, and rightfully so.

Kluster ends up not being friends with Millø and starts hanging out with his other friends for a little while.

In Act 2:

Kluster is now 23 and is living by himself in a 2 bedroom apartment. His eye is still glitched out and is getting worse so he goes to the doctor for it. When he entered the clinic he saw Millø; Millø is now a doctor.

Interaction:

Kluster:....

Millø: Kluster, that you? Long time no see! Did you miss me?

Kluster:... Not really... [Uncomfortable expression]

Millø: is it because of the eye thing? Cmon man that was way in the past, you're still stuck on that!?

Kluster: you messed up my eye?? How am I supposed to let that go-? Speaking of my eye, is there anyway to fix it?...

Millø: yeah, yeah of course

[Millø walks Kluster into an empty room with just a chair inside. He tells Kluster to sit while he grabs his gloves; Kluster sits down nervously. Millø begins the operation on Klusters eye and completely fucks his eye up. Klusters skull is now cracked open revealing his brain.]

Millø: oh shit... I may have fucked up

Kluster: w-what did you do?? Is it bad!????

Millø: look for yourself. [He gives Kluster a mirror to look at]

Kluster: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DUDE-!?!?! HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO FUCK UP THIS BAD??? HOW ARE YOU EVEN A DOCTOR!?!?!

Millø: I cheated on all my exams-....

In Act 3:

Kluster and Millø are basically having and argument about if Kluster should press charges or not. Kluster basically gets blackmailed by Millø so he ends up not pressing charges.

(No interactions because its pretty boring)

In act 4:

Millø is now using said blackmail to control and manipulate Kluster. He used this black mail to make kluster let him move in with him since he was getting kicked out of his house due to rent issues.

(No interactions)

#oc lore #lore #angst