#but right now it's just fucking impossible to even exist as a fan around here jfc

[lovvecherrymotion]

i've had more than one friend harassed over fanfic/shipping now and i'm so fucking done.

i know i don't have a lot of followers and i'd hope most people around here don't do it but if you think this is in any way acceptable, unfollow me. there are real people behind the screen and bullying them and sending them hate is not justifiable at all.

if you don't like something, unfollow/block/ignore. move along.

#joker out #i'm sorry i know we should let the discourse die #i'm just tired of seeing people get hurt over this #and when it involves MY friends??? people i care about??? yeah sorry i can't do this shit #do i personally believe a lot of it comes down to the nature of internet communication which isn't always great for nuanced conversations #which then leads to situations escalating when they didn't have to? #yes i do and i mostly kept discussion about all of this limited to private spaces/convos with people i trust #and also i believe problems/tensions in the fandom had been brewing for a couple of months now lol #but right now it's just fucking impossible to even exist as a fan around here jfc #anyway fuck you if you send anon hate it doesn't matter to who it's pathetic

[phoxey]

Decide.

Lusher x Bebe!reader

This is part one, for part two click here

CW: Very angsty. toxic. homophobia.

AN: This is the Angst oneshot i promised my favourite Anon. Enjoy!

Seoyoung and you were known as the power couple within Bebe. You two had known each other since you were toddlers, your moms being best friends and neighbors. It was only natural for the both of you to become the same. You were best friends through both of your entire school careers. You two even started dancing together one day.

During Highschool you two got impossibly closer, through your family abandoning you as soon as you came out as a lesbian to them. Seoyoung’s family took you in and not much later you ended up confessing your feelings to your best friend, who promptly became your girlfriend. You became inseparable.

Your relationship wasn’t public, but SWF2 fans were quickly catching up on the sweet little interactions between the two of you. There were rumors about the two of you immediately after the first episode aired. But with the rumors, the comments started.

Lusher wouldn’t be with an ugly ass girl like her…

Fucking lesbians,,, so fucking disgusting

Lusher is wayyyyyyyyyyy too pretty…

Bada x Lusher >>>>> YN x Lusher

YN doesnt have a good character or visual… don’t know what Lusher sees in her.

And those were only the tame comments, that didn’t get filtered by the algorithm. You could also see the comments and DMs, that the public didn’t get to see. Wishing Lusher would break up with you, suggesting Lusher cheating on you with Tatter or Bada, death threats even…

They took a toll on your mental health, even though you knew that Seoyoung would never listen to the comments. She even told you to not mind them.

“It’s hard not to mind them. They are practically screaming it into my face.”, you sighed.

Seoyoung took your hand. “They will stop one day, I promise. After SWF2 is over, they will probably lose interest in us, so we just have to make it until then.”

She smiled gently and kissed your intertwined fingers as tears rolled down your face.

“We will get through this, okay? I promise.”, she said and you nodded slowly, giving her a weak smile.

But the comments didn’t stop or get less. They only got more.

They made you hyperaware of your every interaction with the members and especially Seoyoung. You tried keeping your distance and control your face around her. She usually always made you smile with her mere existence. But you couldn’t help hearing the comments. They were haunting your head, day and night.

Every time Seoyoung initiated intimacy you blocked her off, you weren’t in the mood. Not when the comments only said that she was too good for you.

During dance practice you were exhausted easily and hotheaded. You choreographed one part of the mega crew mission and were so short tempered that you even ended scolding Cheche and Kyma so harshly, that they ended up crying. Bada grabbed your arm and dragged you out into the hallway.

“What the hell was that?”, Bada said angrily.

“What? They kept making mistakes!”, you defended yourself.

“So? No reason to scream at them!”, Bada answered.

“I have explained it over and over. It’s not that hard, they should get it.”, you huffed.

“You know what? I think you can’t teach your choreography well right now. I think we should change the choreographer.”, Bada said.

You widened your eyes. “Bada! You can’t do that!”

“I can! And I will… I am the leader. And I will do what is best for all the girls. You are not in the right mind to choreograph.”, she said and went back into the practice room.

Frustrated you walked into the Bebe hideout and kicked against the couch and threw a pillow into the corner of the room. Fuming you stood there for a moment.

You heard the door open and felt arms wrap around you, but you immediately pulled out.

“Don’t touch me, Seoyoung.”, you hissed.

Pain was in her eyes. “Who are you?”, she whispered.

“Seoyoung, don’t fucking do this to me now.”, you groaned.

“Do what? It’s true! I can’t recognize my own girlfriend anymore!”, Seoyoung said calmly, her face changing from sadness to anger.

“Well, then maybe you should listen to your fans and finally break up with me, since I’m such an insufferable human being.”, you huffed.

“Please. Don’t be like that. You are being unfair.”

“I am being the unfair one? Really? I have been holding out! Silently accepting their comments. You don’t even see how the affect me. You just go around and enjoy their love and you happily pay the price. You pay for their love with my suffering! I think you are unfair.”

“Baby…”

“Don’t fucking ‘Baby’ me, Seoyoung. I have to watch you being friendly to the people that hate me.”

“It’s not like that. Please listen to me.”

“I listened enough. You don’t care about what they do to me.”

“I do! I just can’t change it! Not without admitting the rumors.”

“Then let’s go public. Defend me. Fucking fight for me. Just once.”, you said then.

Seoyoung shook her head, unbelieving.

“We would hurt Bebe if we go public. Just wait a little longer. After the competition, we go public. I promise.”, she practically begged.

“Are you ashamed of me?”

“No! I love you!”

“Then tell the world.”

“Baby, please. Bebe-…”

“Bebe or me, Seoyoung.”

Her eyes widened. “You are not doing this to me right now.”

“I am.”, your eyes were cold.

“You are joking.”

“Decide.”

#swf #swf2 #team bebe #lusher x reader #lusher #lusher lee

[miscreantahead]

Ask game for Rqg

❤️

❤Favorite character

Zolf Smith!!! BIG honorable mentions to Sasha and Hamid though.

👿Least favorite character

Barrett for sure, dishonorable mention to Shoin.

💐Comfort character

Hmmm I'm still not totally clear as to what a comfort character is vs. like a favorite character, but I must have some idea because I'm inclined to pick Hamid for this one. Idfk he's just a little guy, he's been here the whole time, growing and changing, he's problematic but trying his very best, and he's too cute. He screams comfort.

While I'm at it with the over-answering, Oscar Wilde. I like that even when he's being a pain in the ass on purpose he's quite clearly just a good guy if you read even slightly between the lines. Trusted him with my life ever since the anti-bertie article, and he only got better and better. I want him to have nice things forever and let's face it he got the nicest thing (Zolf) so I'm tearing up right now just thinking about it.

I think answering this question actually kind of helped me figure out what the difference between a favorite and a comfort character is, and why I didn't feel right picking Zolf here. Zolf stresses me out but it's fun.

😍Character you have the biggest crush on:

Z o l f, the crush is massive and a problem on a daily basis. Idk man I'm in love with him, it ouches.

🤝Character you relate to the most

Harrison Campbell. I just wanna write books and please keep Bertrand Macguffingham far, far away from me.

🔥Character you think is overrated

Going to go with Apophis. I don't absolutely despise him but I'm not a fan and he gets so much lore, screen time, and badass moments, which is fine, I won't say they're not cool but I might be shouting "booo" while it's happening at the same time.

🧨Character you love to hate

Oh Bertie easily he's hilariously the fucking worst but I'm so glad he exists.

🙈Character you always forget exists

This is a character flaw of mine but I constantly forget about Ed. Even though I adore Ed there were multiple times when people mentioned an Ed or Edward and I was like who the fuck are we talking about for a second before I was like RIGHT THE HIMBO PALADIN AGAIN.

🐰Favorite non-human character

Considering most of them are non-human I'm going to cheat and instead pick my favorite human character which is Sasha. I still miss her since rome, love how she was acrobatics-sexual, love her relationship with gargoyles and general awkwardness. She changed so much over time but was great from start to finish, and I can't stress how happy I am that she got to live a full and at least somewhat peaceful life.

❤️‍🩹Character who deserved better

Sumutnyerl's abrupt death so far from home in such miserable circumstances and the way the timing made it impossible for anyone around to have time to mourn mildly devastated me (thank you Skraak). Not to mention the way Tesla took advantage of their relationship and the guilt she must've felt and how that didn't get explored beyond one night she was miserable and resetless and the next day she was dead. Super brutal when life and death for the NPC's is controlled by cold chaotic dice rolls (and whether or not a player character is in love with you 😉).

#THANK YOU i did not expect myself to answer these with paragraphs #the vast amount of pent up emotions I have for this podcast are showing #rqg #rusty quill gaming

[thetwelfthcrow]

#stop!! underestimating !! lando !! norris!! it's just bc his slip ups get so so big like come on!!!!!!!!!

No, but as a fan of multiple drivers, I've noticed this with Lando so much.

Like this narrative that "he doesn't have that dog in him" when he doesn't kill his tyres fighting Max, yet when Charles essentially said he didn't fight Max because he knew his real fight was with George/Mercedes after Abu Dhabi, he was praised for playing it smart.

Same thing with the quali errors while pushing for pole. Charles admitted last year when he was putting it into the barriers every other quali because he wanted pole, not P2. He was routinely praised for legitimately wrecking his car and creating damage for the mechanics to repair before the race. Lando just suffers from spins/lock ups and he's washed, his career is over, he's feeling too much pressure from his teammate, etc. etc. Same thing with Lewis even admitting his quali wasn't strong this year. He admits that and says he wants to improve on it, he's praised for it. Lando criticizes his Saturday performances and admits he needs to work on them, he's mentally weak, he'll never win a race, he always chokes under pressure, etc.

And I do think a lot of the narrative around him has to do with his struggles with mental health and him being so open about them. Hell, we've seen Checo seemingly lose it all after convincing himself he could challenge Max for a championship, we've heard him have moments on the radio, yet I don't see article after article about his mental health and questioning if he will be able to cope with the pressures of F1. I think it's ridiculous how he advocates for mental health and somehow people assume that makes him weak or not able to cope with the pressure necessary to win races. (I also think it's ridiculous that we allow this toxicity to exist to the point that he's even now being WARNED by retired drivers like Nico and Jenson to not give so much insight into his mental health unless he wants the media and his competitors to use that against him. Like it is just wild to me that even the good things he tries to do are somehow spun into negatives).

Idk sorry for the rant, Lando just gets SO much unnecessary hate (and I'm not saying that Charles, Lewis, or any other driver I've mentioned in this ask doesn't, but it's just weird to me this seemingly impossible standard that people try to hold Lando to. George can outperform Lewis on the rare weekend and I don't see quite literally everyone saying Lewis is washed with nobody defending him. Carlos can get Ferrari's only win in a year and I don't see people claiming Charles is a washed waste of a seat with nobody defending him. Like idk it's just wild to me. And idk it's sad to know that he's basically chronically online and has already confirmed that he reads the shit people say about him and call him).

charles: i am stupid the world: oh baby no you're not! you were just trying your best <3 better luck next time!

lando: (gets anywhere slightly what's expected of him, not taking into account what's realistic with the car/tyres/strategy/track he's got) the world: boo, lando nowins, washed, can't drive, why's he still here, paid driver, etc etc etc blah blah blaaahhhh

and god !! the mental health topic !! you're so right about that too. it's unbelievable how his openness is seen as a vulnerability when it could be the strongest power he's ever had. this gruesome sport needs them so so badly but these disgusting and dumb toxic-masculinity mindset pathetic excuse of men are ruining the one man with enough balls to speak up about it.

never apologise for ranting, love! i agree w every word you say.

lando gets so much unnecessary hate targeted specifically at his supposed lack of ability when he continues to prove time and time again just how fucking talented and able he is. i so, so hope that lando sees us praising him besides all the hate. but, knowing what we see from him, i doubt he'd believe the good stuff easier than the bad stuff.

#Anonymous #lando norris

[madlori]

Thoughts on Buddie

With the weewoo show coming back tonight, I wanted to share a few thoughts on this topic. I got a very thoughtful message from a follower today asking me about it, and it got me thinking.

I love Buck and Eddie’s dynamic. Obviously I’m a fan of the pairing. I’d love to see it happen on the show. I am not counting on that happening, or really even expecting it. I don’t think it’s impossible, but I do think it’s not likely.

I also think that their relationship, as it exists in the canon, is kind of revolutionary in its own quiet way. The show has gone out of its way to depict a loving, close friendship between two (textually) straight men, and firefighters at that, with a fair amount of machismo hovering around them. They express emotions. They support each other. They are loving caregivers to Christopher. They talk about personal things, they hash out emotional problems with each other.

These are all things that toxic masculinity dictates Real Men Shouldn’t Do. They shouldn’t cry, they shouldn’t be nurturing, they should only talk about sports and boobs or something. Buck and Eddie are never shown to be anything less than Real Men (by the stereotypical definition of the term) while doing all those things. Their concern for each other and involvement in each other’s lives is real. They’re not bros. They’re friends, real friends who have a deep emotional connection that they’re not afraid to acknowledge or show.

I love that for them.

Would I love for them to smash their faces together? Absolutely. But if they don’t, I don’t think that invalidates the relationship they do have. It’s valuable in its own right.

Is it queerbaiting? I don’t know. That term has been tossed around a lot for a lot of different shows, sometimes deservedly so, sometimes not so much. The meaning’s been a little diluted. Is it queerbaiting to show two men having an emotional connection? I might suggest that the reason so many of us (and I’m not excepting myself, here) jump right to the interpretation that there must be romantic feelings there is that platonic love between men is so rarely seen. It’s like they’re either just work bros, or they’re desperately in love, and there’s nothing else along that gradient. Us preferring a sexier different outcome doesn’t necessarily make it queerbaiting.

I also suggest that queerbaiting in general, while frustrating, is less toxic than it used to be. When there was such a lack of canonical queer relationships, just those little teases and glimpses were all we had, so when they failed to develop, it was crushing. It still can be so in the context of one pairing, but there are soooo many more canonical queer relationships than there were even ten years ago. We used to watch the most god-awful stuff because there was, maybe, one scene of two guys holding hands or something. Now we can turn on streaming and watch a dozen shows and movies about queer couples whenever we want, and more all the time. Can there be room now for men who platonically love each other, without it being more? I think there can be. Viewers who value queer media, and want to see same-sex relationships, have a lot of opportunity to do so now. Maybe there can be more flexibility in how these relationships are depicted.

Teasing a relationship that the viewers want is a long-standing viewership tactic whether it’s a queer relationship or not. Fuck, the X-Files built half their longevity on it. Doing it to lure queer viewers is no less exasperating, but maybe it’s just putting us in the same category as everyone who waited for David and Maddie to kiss on “Moonlighting.” Queerbaiting was worse when we KNEW it wasn’t going to happen and the possibility felt cruel. Now, it might, at any time, which is both more and less infuriating. The odds are better, but the depth of the need is perhaps less severe given the other options available.

Does “9-1-1″ engage in queerbaiting? I don’t know. Maybe it’s in the eye of the beholder. Some viewers feel baited, so they are. That’s valid. Others don’t, so they’re not. It depends on how you define the term, and I’m not super confident in the definition anymore. Is any close relationship between same-sex characters queerbaiting? That seems over the top. Maybe it isn’t.

When Schitt’s Creek was airing I often spoke about how it felt less like queer representation, and more like queer normalization. Just having queer people around, not Repping the Brand, so to speak, just...existing in the narrative and doing things. Normalization is in many ways more powerful because it feels real, and not like you’re being hit over the head or lectured to. Maybe platonic love between men (as we’ve seen for decades between women) needs to be normalized, too.

My bottom line is that I’d love to see canon Buddie, but I already love who they are to each other now.

#buddie #9-1-1 #911 #meta #queerbaiting #queer representation

[radioactive-earthshine]

Heya! Same Anon here that asked about Jenni's age. Thank you for answering and I also wonder about Bart’s age now. I see 15 too more than 14 but that's also impossible right? He's been consistently stated to be in Junior high and ughhghm you can't be 15 and in Junior high unless you got held back. 15 is when you should be at least in 9th grade. What's with these writers and impossible scenarios?

Impulse #83 Bart buddy you have no idea.

Hi again!

This is one of those situations that depends on where you live and what schools you went to growing up if this looks strange to you or not. But it is NOT impossible.

The fact is Bart can be anywhere from 11-15 and still be a junior high student in America depending on the school he is going to and how it is set up.

In America, a common setup for junior high is grades 7 and 8 ranging from ages 12-14. This is how my junior high was set up and almost everyone I talk to shares this two grade experience. I assume this is how your experience was/is and that's why Bart being 15 while still being in middle school looks off.

There are other options for junior high.

Junior high can also span grades 7,8 and 9 ranging from ages 12-15. A lot of other places in the world have this particular set up for their middle school. The 3 grade system is what Manchester Junior High likely is adopting and where Bart fits as being 15 and still a middle schooler.

In most scenarios grade 9 (ages 14-15) is a high school freshmen and Bart could move to any school that has a 4 grade term and enroll automatically without any issues.

There are middle schools that start at grade 6 and go through grade 8 encompassing ages 11-14. My supervisor's daughter actually is going to one of these schools right now and it has always been like this since the school was built in the 1980s. This is not relevant to Bart's situation but I thought I would mention it just to demonstrate the variation and that middle school/junior high is not just grades 7 and 8.

Regardless of the fact that Bart can still be in junior high while 15 exists there are other in-comic events that make it impossible for him to have consistently been in junior high while as Impulse.

The most notable one being when Matthew Stuart/Bedlam wakes up from a two year coma after Bart, Kon and Tim defeated him in their first team-up.

Impulse #85

Matthew could not have been in a two year coma that started when Bart was 14/15 and remained the same age at the end of it (well he could he's a speedster but that's not the point). Bart would have had to have been 16/17 around this time, but he was very much still in the 14-15 range by the end of his own series when this story took place.

We even see the later comics state he is 14 instead of 15 contradicting issue #2 and other instances placing Bart at 15. So it is likely the final writer for Impulse (Dezago) believed that when Bart first showed up he was around 12. Which is not inaccurate as he was! Bart was actually physically 12 but then was sped aged an ambiguous age that they settled on being 15. Dezago could have not realized he had an age boost or he just didn't care.

Even if Bart WAS 14 when his comics began, the math doesn't add up either way.

Impulse #82 lol I did that trick too.

Impulse #2

So it's just one of those things you just have to deal with being a comics fan. It's not impossible for him to be a middle schooler in the slightest but it is impossible that he remained in the same grade throughout all that time.

This is one of those reasons WHY writers are discouraged from using FIRM ages because it messes things up eventually when writers are eventually switched around.

Is Bart 14? Is he 15? Is he 19? 2? Even he doesn't fucking know.

#bart allen #impulse #the perpetual issue of aging in comics #i tend to settle on 15 just bc it's a more comfy age all around and the later math adds up better #even if his comics are a mess when it comes to the passage of time #but this is common through all titles

[freshwoods]

He is a real person. He was alive and now he’s not.

And it’s unfortunately easy to reconcile that in my head. Because I’ve known people - too many - who have also committed suicide. I personally knew 3 people to take their own lives before I was even 15. Each one of them fucked me up in ways I still haven’t recovered from. At 16, a really good friend of mine’s mother killed herself. Her memory haunts me. In community college, the friend of a friend; in university, a classmate who was around during a pivotal part of my life. Again and again and again, I’ve lost people I’ve cared about. It never stops. The pain doesn’t go away. I’ve been suicidal. Fuck, just a few weeks ago was another downswing that had me the closest I’ve ever been to contemplating the logistics of how I could do it. I understand the mechanics of wanting to die. I understand how some people can be driven to it. I try to tell myself that I never would, but I don’t make promises if I can’t keep them. But I’m angry. So fucking angry. And heartbroken. Because it just keeps happening. And I wonder if mental illness was talked about more, if treatment wasn’t so stigmatized, if it wasn’t so expensive or if people weren’t so obsessed with hiding how they feel just to be conceived as perfect, if it would make a difference. I know myself enough to know that antidepressants saved my life. They actively save my life. I will be on them until the day I die. And it took years - literal years - of trying medications and doses and feeling sick and feeling sick and feeling sick and feeling worse before I found something that worked. It took a toll on my friendships, my relationship at the time, my relationship with my family. I lost so much. But I gained life. At least an extension of it. And that’s living here, in America. With all her flaws. It’s having people in my life I have learned to open up to so that I don’t disappear into the sadness. I won’t criticize another country when I have not experienced the culture, and not when I live in the very problematic USA. But the lack of mental health care. It’s still health care. Health. Mental illness is an illness. The brain is an organ and it is sick. It doesn’t work right. Therapy can help. Medication can help. Why is that such a hard concept? Why is it so impossible for these idols who give and give and give so, so much of themselves to get the care they need in return? No one should have to suffer like that. Not the friends I’ve had who have died. Not the people I maybe didn’t know the best, but whose sudden absence was known and felt. I mourned for them. I still mourn for them. When August comes, I face their ghosts, the old fear that one of my siblings would join them, maybe my mother, maybe my cousin, maybe someone else I’m not expecting. It’s so tiring to by constantly vigilant. I can’t watch TV shows about suicide without being triggered. I can’t read about it in books. So much of my life is spent in avoidance.

But I can’t avoid this. I can’t avoid Moonbin. He is a person. He has family and friends and people who love him and will think about him every day for the rest of their lives. They will miss him. They will mourn. They will grieve. They will grieve. The magnitude of that is sickening. Is heartbreaking. It hurts me in a way I can’t even put words to. It’s not enough to say he will be missed, to send thoughts and prayers. He is gone because people failed him. The healthcare system failed him. His company failed him. The industry failed him. People in positions of power have a responsibility to care for the people under them and he did not get the care he needed. I’m heart-heavy and burdened. And I will mourn. I will grieve. But I will also be angry. I will be livid. I will not forget him, just like I have not forgotten the rest of those in my life. I didn’t know him, not really, no fans did. But to love someone is not to know them. It is simply to cherish their existence. So I will cherish him. Because he is a person who was alive and now is not. He deserves respect and dignity. His friends and family deserve respect and dignity.

Moonbin will be missed. But he will also be incredibly, incredibly loved.

#tw: suicide #suicide #moonbin #astro #suicidal ideation

[heatwayve]

beach hut prompt 09: naomi.

what are your thoughts on max & dejan’s exit last night? why didn’t you vote for them?

naomi bursts out laughing. “ why didn’t i vote for them ? ” there are tears in her eyes. “ get fucking real. oh my god. ” she’s still catching her breath, fanning her face as she calms down. “ i could kill him for swinging at josh like that, though. i know it’s all cool that josh got a few hits in and we all think the black eye’s sexy, ” right, that’s universal ? “ but i can’t believe you let a guy that abusive and volatile on the show, and, nevermind the way he threatened me, but that you let josh get hurt like that. tell itv that i say ... have fun with those legal bills, bitches. ” that’s definitely getting cut from the edit. 

how are you feeling about the start of casa amor?

“ conflicted ? ” naomi winces. “ i don’t know. i think it’s pretty obvious that the timing is off for me. dylan just made it clear how serious he wants to be, and then that night, josh and i started this conversation that we didn’t get to finish. but even if josh was being genuine, how much can i really trust him ? if he had his tongue down jenny’s throat while we were actively building toward something, it’s not like i can really trust him to be thinking of me right now. and i know it’s selfish to expect that. but it doesn’t change the fact that it drives me fucking crazy to think about. it’s really hard to believe that he’s going to come back here with the same energy he had last night, and that hurts, ” she sighs. “ if anything, i guess this gives me more time to think through the decision i was supposed to make today. but i also just want to like, have fun and get to know all these new islanders. they’re surprisingly, like, really cool ? kudos. ” 

are there any new islanders that have caught your attention? who?

“ not in the way you’re asking, i don’t think. but i’m liking getting to know them ? charlene’s . . . yeah, she’s really hot, but her energy’s really fun, ” naomi explains. “ and dante . . . okay, i have this hunch that there’s like, very little going on between those ears, but it’s, like, impossible not to smile around him. surely someone’s going to climb him like a tree ? ” she asks, like someone behind the camera is about to give her intel from another confessional. “ i think we’re going to have some super fun parties in here the next few days. ” 

are there any new islanders you don’t see yourself vibing with?

a deadpan stare as she rolls her neck, “ jude. ” tongue clicks against her teeth before she continues, “ i’m not about to launch into a speech, but i don’t trust him. he better behave if he’s really interested in romi. ” 

do you think that your head could be turned?

“ i don’t know. it all feels super casual right now, and it’s hard for me to imagine, like, developing deeper feelings than what already exists ? ” naomi shrugs, shifting in her seat. “ i just want to keep it fun, treat the next few days like we’re on spring break and stop stressing so much about everything. if i say the j-word or the d-word one more time, just shoot me. ” naomi mimes a gun with her right hand and pulls the trigger at her temple.

what do you think your ‘other half’ is up to in the other villa right now? how are you feeling about them?

“ funny, ” naomi rolls her eyes as this question follows. “ i don’t know. i’d like to think that he’s missing me, telling all the bombshells how i’m so much cuter in person, ” she flips her hair over her shoulder, a teasing grin. “ but i actually don’t know. i wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t trust me now, and he’s in there with josh, so . . . who knows what kind of chats are being had right now, ” teeth sink into her lower lip for a beat, hesitating before she continues speaking. “ it sucks to think about, but i almost couldn’t blame him for cracking on while i’ve been struggling to figure out where my head is at. if he’s still choosing me . . . well, i guess that would say a lot, wouldn’t it ? ” 

#* 🍦 NAOMI / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ prompts. ⠀ ❫ #crackon:prompt

[dysphoriaposting]

The worst part about Junko Enoshima is that she's an amazing metaphor for "Missing All The Signs".

Yes, I'm aware that she's also a metaphor for things like humanity's worst facets and how talent can't always be guaranteed as a good thing, but that may just prove further that her character is more than one size of figurative language.

Anybody with access to the internet or a large public library can say with some confidence that "If a serial killer was caught in their early days, or if their mental illness was treated before their crimes, then there's a high chance they would've come out okay." I mean, who knows? Without a proper time machine, who can say if a child given a therapist after an abusive childhood stopped them from becoming a murderer famous in all 48 conjoined states as "The Harlequin Pizza Killer", and who can say that if the Zodiac Killer was given a few less beatings as a child maybe they'd just be Ezra who works in the deli down the street? All we can know for certain is what happened, and where it went.

Which is why Junko Enoshima is such a frustratingly obvious serial killer.

The rest of this post contains spoilers for the Danganronpa 3 anime, so if you like the Danganronpa series and just now learned that this anime exists, maybe go give it a watch on Funimation or Crunchyroll before continuing. However, if you've already seen it, or are just interested in seeing someone make an ass of themselves by making observations about a fictional character famous for having her booba out and talking in a fake accent, you've come to the right place.

She needs no introduction, and it's pretty clear to anyone who knows her that Junko is addicted to making others feel as miserable as possible (if not outright just killing them.)

And to those who've watched the D3 anime I just mentioned (or watched it on x2 speed to hurry back here and read this pile of wordvomit), you'll know that even before the Biggest Most Terrible No Good Very Bad Event In Human History, the bad bitch has been scooping people's eyeballs out with hot sauce-laced spoons and trying to kill her sister in a limousine with an ice pick and a grenade (I'm serious, if you haven't watched the anime, give it a fucking LOOKSEE, this shit is INSANE). She even explodes the taxi cab of a driver she just tipped IN FRONT OF A CROWD OF HER ADORING FANS. If they were not all outright nearsighted, the only thing to write off this HOMICIDE she just committed as unobserved is if they willingly ignored the car detonating in a plume of smoke and flames!! It probably caused a whole chain event of car crashes!

This isn't the only time her carnage affects those besides her outright victim. The time she tries to obliterate her sister with a grenade, her sister bats it out of the moving limousine's window INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC, KILLING THE DRIVER AND ANY PASSENGERS IN THE FIRST CAR AT LEAST. Almost none of Junko's crimes are kept squarely on her primary victim's shoulders; in fact, she counts on it.

Which gives me pause to contemplate:

WHY THE FUCK HAS JUNKO ENOSHIMA NOT BEEN PUT UNDER ARREST?

You can't possibly argue that the times she commits horrible atrocities on screen are the only times she pulls bullshit like this. Junko is clearly working around the clock to inflict as much pain on the world that created her as she can muster from her supermodel body. (Muster? I hardly knew 'er.)

Therefore, it's impossible to say that nobody notices her crimes, which simply means that nobody notices them. They make excuses in their heads, they find ways to non sequitur around the issue, and honestly, they probably outright ignore it in favor of ogling at her vivacious panache.

The people around Junko Enoshima simply don't notice all the signs being bashed into their heads (or maybe she's too busy bashing something into their heads for them to notice.)

As much as this seems absurd in the world of Danganronpa, where young adults can jump around on walls and smash lights with their fists after pounding some steroids and children with the ability to be really really good at making candies can be accepted into the most expensive school in the world, you can't ignore the fact that things like this happen every day in our real life. A certain amount of mischief is expected from any child, but children and teens find ways of being so ferociously mean and thoughtless without their parents, teachers, legal guardians, or other authority figures even noticing that nobody ever bats an eye at them. At this second, a middle schooler is scrawling hate speech on another classmate's desk, a high schooler is spreading friendship-destroying rumors about someone they just happen to dislike today, and elementary schoolers are searching for insects to squash because it makes them feel powerful.

Think about that.

And if you are willing to stand by and let your friend laugh and say slurs and sexual language in a game lobby to a child you know is on the mic or let your kid throw stones into a road frequented by cars running a little faster to match the upcoming highway, then chances are you may be letting the next Junko Enoshima of our world take shape.

#danganronpa #danganronpa 3 #junko enoshima #this got away from me #soapbox moment #i feel strongly about this

[wack-ashimself]

You can NOT look at the shooting in texas, logically AND ethically, and say 'gun control'.

1-the fbi, more than once, has been proven to instigate shooters, and sometimes even AID them in their endeavors. You do not question how a guy part time at wendys had a brand new truck and TWO brand new fully loaded guns? I ain't saying fbi, but I am saying as a poor person, I couldn't get that out of the fucking blue. ALSO, a logical point someone said to me: he was mad at society/his neighborhood....he was in (or just graduated) high school. Why didn't he go to his high school? Or job? Or the places that directly recently effected him? Why the elementary school? His motivations do not make sense!

2-the cops LET the murderer go in the school. After he crashed his truck and had a shootout with them. He walked past them basically.

3-the cops did NOTHING for almost an hour after he was in the school.

4-the cops (again, the ones with the guns in your gun control world) tazed and arrested ANYONE trying to go in for their kids*.

5-this was only recently proven, but some of the cops even went in and got their kids, leaving OTHER people's kids to BE FUCKING MURDERED.

6-Black market, 3d printing, and the dark web (omfg. It's 1000% more evil than you could EVER imagine, and impossible to stop) make gun laws impossible to matter. Criminals do not follow laws dumbasses!

7-why would you let the government, which started with genocide and slavery, and worked it's way up to nukes and the largest military IN THE WORLD, killing more innocents than you could ever even count, be the only ones with guns? You want gun control? So do I. NOTHING law wise can the government ignore. Aka, they write a gun law, it IMMEDIATELY goes into effect against them. Logically-the government is supposed THE people for the PEOPLE, so why do they get their own separate special laws? Especially, again, when they kill more than all civilians.

8-Cops murder all the fucking time with guns, and again, you want them to be the only ones with them? I mean, we have NO (absolutely no) real data base of how many bullets they use, let alone how many people they kill. NO database of that. Not even our military. It's all guessing and I PROMISE they always guess low.

9-The cops (again, the ones you want to be the only ones with guns) were COWARDS. When shit hits the fan, i do not want to HOPE those with all the power and authority do the right thing cuz clearly it's optional.

10-largest prison population in the WORLD. Many for victimless crimes. So we would rather punish people than punish the right people (child sex murder island existS, and no one was punished). How would more gun control laws fix that? Cuz Jessica bought more than 3 guns in short period of time, she should go to jail cuz that's now against the law? You act like gun laws stop the people who would do the worst with them. I'll let you on a little secret. I am a good guy, but I KNOW FOR A FACT with a quick few searches, I could easily figure out how to make a gun. A bomb. Etc. You can not stop bad people from doing bad things. You need to create a society that doesn't mass produce bad people.

11-it's been proven, 100%, that lack of necessities creates violence. If you give people the basics to live, the capabilities to be self sustaining, and do not rob them/pollute all over their neighborhoods...they are usually content and do not want to fuck around with anyone. All of us just want to survive, and that in itself is a daily battle in america.

Here, I'll make you a deal. If we can get clean drinking water, healthy food, shelter, healthcare, electricity, education, PARKS (we really do not value nature enough), and public transportation to every american, if these shootings still happen, you can write every fucking gun law ever. But I swear to you with the core of who I am: you won't need to. People won't have a reason to mass harm strangers. I mean, we can't even get clean drinking water to every american, but they can fix these gun issues? HAHAHA. You're fucking naive.

*This is one point in our sue happy country I understand. Not like or accept, but understand. Cuz if a parent went in there and, for one reason or another, another person or kid got shot, THEY could be blamed even if they didn't do the shooting. Still, if I was a parent, I'd risk my life, let alone jail, for my kid.

(just remember-our cops and military are some of the largest terrorist organizations in the world. They get away with murder HOURLY. The idea of them being the only ones with guns should TERRIFY you.)

ps-cherry on top? All of this was written by someone who never fired a gun, let alone, owned one. I just study history and...you do not let the biggest bad guys be the only ones with guns. Period. No exceptions.

#gun #guns #shooting #fbi #america #government #gun control #weapons #texas #acab #cop #cops #police #fuck the police #military #epstein #child sex murder island

[ghostoftheyear]

This has been on my mind as my other big fandom post has been going around.

A long time ago in a fandom I am no longer part of (for a variety of reasons we won't talk about here), I was told that I was a snob. I remember very clearly that I was sitting in my car with a person I knew from said fandom, outside an arena where we were about to attend a concert; the doors hadn't opened yet and we were both from out of town, so we had time to kill.

At the time, Livejournal was the main spot where fandom communities gathered. I used my LJ to post both personal stuff and fandom things, with custom filters so that my private stuff stayed private. Many people followed each other and did similar things, so that one would have a robust reading page (similar to a dash or timeline, but there was no reblog/retweet kinda feature) while also posting to community pages with community-specific posts: i.e. if it was a knitting community, you'd post your latest knitting projects. I liked it because I am a shy and private person who doesn't do a lot of outward engagement, so it was easy to connect with other fans.

Right around that particular moment, an anonymous hate LJ had also risen in popularity. Someone would start a post, leaving the comments open for anyone to respond, whether or not they had an account, and you could reply without logging in. It was hugely popular. And incredibly cruel. I cannot overemphasize the astonishing meanness of the posts. You'd get sort of a prompt post with the name of someone active in a certain fandom, and people would fucking tear them apart.

You may guess, from the way I'm describing it, that I really didn't like the practice. I went through the trenches of people attacking others online on web forums, and I didn't want any part of it.

(As an aside, I want to clearly state that people in a fandom never have to be the bestest of friends at all times. That's an impossible ask, and as well it's frankly unrealistic. You're never going to get along with every single other person who occupies a social space with you. But you don't have to be nasty, either. When I realized that people can just exist without having to particularly like each other, it changed my worldview.)

So there's this anon meme. And the person who was sitting in the passenger seat of my car told me how she'd seen my name on there and how I was perceived in fandom as being an arrogant snob who thought she was too good to interact with everyone else.

I had turned anon replies off in my journal after getting a few comments that creeped me out. I knew there were people who enjoyed interacting with anons, but I was never one of them. I didn't always comment on others' fandom posts, or on their fic. I kept to myself a lot, but I had a few really good friends within the fandom, people I did feel comfortable interacting with. I didn't make public posts about my private life. I guess not talking is the equivalent of being snobby and rude just as much online as it is in real life. (It didn't help that I wrote a lot of fic and was pretty well-known in the fandom.)

Why am I saying all this? I guess because even then, it felt like people wanted to make some kind of weird separation between those who make fanworks and those who don't.

This came up in tags and such on the other post, and it still baffles me. It was never quite as bad back then, but in recent years, when fandom got hacked and stolen by corporations, it's way worse. It almost feels now like there are three tiers in fan content:

The actual creators of the media. The writers, the artists who draw the comics and do the animation. The directors. The songwriters and performers. The actors. The video game creators. Those who legitimately get paid money to make the things we read and watch and listen to.

The fan creatives. Those who write the fanfic, who draw the fanart, who make the fanvids and meta-analyses. Those who create the challenges and big bangs even the zines. Yes, and those who make the gifsets and edits.

Everyone else in the fandom who doesn't contribute to fanworks, but takes in the media as well as the fanworks.

And I'm here to tell you that, no matter what corporations or fandom.com or Those On High try to tell you, that is not the case. There are two tiers.

Those who make the media. (#1 above)

Everyone who loves the media. This includes both those who make fanworks and those who do not.

That's right! We're all swimming in the same pool! All of us. And yes, in some cases those who make the media are not separate from the fans who enjoy it, but there is a distinction. And yes of course there are media creators who are also fans of other things (certain writers I follow on here who love other TV shows and so forth) but when they're loving the same stuff we are, we're still all in the same pool.

My point is that, as a fanwork creator, I am no better than, say, my BFF in the whole world, who generally is an enjoyer without feeling the need to add on in some way. I am definitely not better than you for making stuff, nor are you better than me for not. We're all fans, enjoying the same stuff in our own ways. I might feel inspired to write a few words; you might enjoy making headcanons while daydreaming. (And as someone who both draws and writes, one type of creator is not better than another).

So please, remember that fanwork creators are not """"above"""" any other fan. Which is just one of the many reasons why no one should feel weird about commenting on fics or reblogging art. We are truly all in it together.

(You may notice I did not use the terms "content creator" or "consumer" in this. You can be assured there is a very strong reason for that.)

K I'm going back to FFVII Rebirth now. I need to go find a missing chocobo.

#fandom #fandom essay #support your creatives #be kind to fellow fans

[loveyougoodbi]

Something has been pissing me off lately and at first I thought I wouldn't comment on it because I stay away from drama but I talked about it with a friend recently and I realized we both felt great saying it. So. Here are my thoughts and feelings as of late about Mr Harry Styles(tm).

This is mostly copied from our texts so don't mind the spelling errors and other... grammatical inconsistencies

I can't look at Harry on stage anymore. It doesn't feel authentic this time around. Listening to him Giving girls advice about boys knowing that those girls are het fans and knowing that they've paid 2 of my salaries to get that close to the stage to be able to talk to him gives me an icky feeling and I don't want to see it. I think this is mostly bc of the way he got this famous. It was the ws music video and the ws agenda that got him there and I know that all those people and full stadiums are either there bc they think they can have an orgy with him or to be able to post a tiktok about being at a harry show (influences go just bc its cool). It's just disgusting to me. I cant be happy about something that dehumanized him and made him a not likeable person. When I know its not the truth.

So yeah I hate that he's famous I hope he has a real taylor swift after 1989 everyone hates him moment so that only the real actual fans remain. I don't even feel guilty for saying that.

And im sorry tumblr i know youre looking at it with rose colored glasses but there is a point where artists are so famous that the LGBT nods in their music videos (especially small ones like LNT) are more a performance than they are a statement. At the point where he is and how straight literally everyone sees him when they see him with a men they don't think omg ew gay they think omg he's so comfortable in being straight that he can even pretend to be on a date with a man omg king. Again, fucking disgusting.

And don't even get me started on. The fact that he doesn't even know p from promo anymore. He gets views and everything just by existing and by insinuating to possible orgies so he hasn't appeared on one single talk show. Hasn't done one single performance. Harry doesn't exist. He doesn't have a personality. He's just a name at this point.

Yes, I'm talking about the orgy discourse on d*ux lately that is so obviously promo. The posts even link to the video 🤢

The worst part is, he deffinitely has a say now. Maybe he didn't when ws was getting promoted cos that was about getting him out there but now we're way past that. He's up there. He's even higher than up there I don't think there's higher than this. So I'd like to think that people who are this famous can have a say when it comes to stuff like that. You're telling me that if harry said NO right now to something he would have consequences? At the level he is now? Impossible. Look at what taylor is doing. She's rerecording all her albums for fucks sake. Bc every single impossible situation is solvable when you have the people on your side. Harry either doesn't realize that yet or he likes it this way. And he's not stupid so....... I think its obvious which one it is..

I think he likes the fame. I think he would like the recognition of another grammy and I think he knows that the only way to get that is to be extremely famous and talked about. And he saw how successful the ws thing was so he's playing it safe. I think he's looking at this from a business perspective more than anything. If there's one thing I've learned about harry is that he's a businessman. This pleasing thing as well. It's insanely expensive. Like... crazy expensive. But it's a bussines. Rihanna made 80% of her fortune from her cosmetic line so harry saw that as a good business decision and did it. I think that's the only reason. I think harry is happy with his private life and has things and people that make him happy there so he treats his job as a job and does everything it requires. In a way that's a good thing and I'm happy for him. I just wish he was more.. genuine in his job as well. But then again if someone told me hey be more yourself when you're at work and don't think about money when working I would slit their throat so theres that....

#my thoughts #i judt want to save this for future reference bc i want all my thoughts in one place #that and i think some of my friends here would maybe find it reassuring #like me and my friend this when we first talked about it #please dont send any hate it won't be tolerated and you will get blocked

[sluttywonwoo]

pretend || j.ww x reader

Summary: reading thirst tweets with your co-star/boyfriend’s best friend makes things a little tense

Warnings: swearing, smut mentions (18+)

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n:  originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

The sound of Mingyu cracking his knuckles next to you sent a shiver down your spine, making you cringe instinctively. You turned to glare at him and leaned away from the noise.

“I hate when you do that!” you groaned.

He smirked. “I know, that’s why I like doing it.”

You looked over at Wonwoo, who was sitting across the room with the crew, and pointed to Gyu. 

“Can you tell your best friend to stop being annoying?”

“Can you tell your girlfriend to stop being dramatic?” Mingyu retaliated.

“I’m not picking sides!” Wonwoo shouted back and held up his hands in surrender.

You let your jaw drop. “I’ll remember that, Jeon.”

“Baby, I-” Wonwoo started to defend himself, but fell silent when the producer got up from her chair and approached you and Mingyu who were sitting behind the camera. 

“Which one of you wants to take this?” she asked, holding up a large insulated jug full of paper strips. 

“I’ll take it,” Mingyu offered and set the cup in his lap. 

“What a gentleman,” you said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. 

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he muttered, “because you’re so fucking annoying.”

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

The producer gave you both a sideways look. “Are you guys alright? Should we take a minute before starting?”

“No, we’re fine,” you assured her.

“We don’t actually hate each other,” Mingyu added, “this is just how... we are.”

She didn’t look any less concerned, but nodded anyway. “Okay, well remember what your director said about playing up your chemistry to promote the show. And when we call action just give a quick slate and start reading the tweets.”

She walked back over to her spot next to the cameraman and took a seat before looking over a checklist that had been handed to her and writing some notes on it.

“Nervous?” Mingyu whispered to you as you both waited for your cue.

“A little,” you admitted. “You?”

“I’m a bit on edge,” he concurred. “Mostly because your boyfriend is about to watch me read filthy comments about you on-camera.”

You glanced over at Wonwoo who gave you an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up. “He’ll be fine. How bad can they be?”

From a distance, the producer you had just spoken to called for everyone to be quiet on set and signaled the cameras to start rolling. You perked up and straightened your dress, waiting for Mingyu to take the lead. 

“Hi guys, I’m Kim Mingyu.”

“And I’m y/n y/l/n.”

“You might recognize us from our new Netflix series, Breaking Curfew, where we play opposite each other in what you might call a... complicated romantic relationship.”

“We’re enemies with benefits,” you summarized. “And today we’re here with Buzzfeed to read thirst tweets about each other.”

“Ladies first,” Mingyu said and held the cup out to you.

You closed your eyes and sifted through the strips of paper with one hand, selecting one at random. 

“Okay, this one’s about you. ‘Kim Mingyu has the prettiest eyes’.” You grinned as you watched your co-star’s cheeks turn pink. “He’s totally blushing right now! We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff!”

“Thank you very much to whoever tweeted that,” Mingyu said and cleared his throat. 

“I agree with this person,” you continued, “you do have really pretty eyes.”

“Aw, thank you, y/n.”

“You’re welcome.”

“My turn.” Mingyu closed his eyes and rummaged around the cup before picking one. “‘Someone tell y/n y/l/n that I’m single and I get a discount at Olive Garden if she ever wants to let me take her out on a date’.”

You chuckled. “I do like Olive Garden.”

“She’ll get back to you on that one, mate,” Mingyu said quickly and let the crumpled piece of paper fall to the floor. 

You took that as a sign to move on so you reached into the jug and pulled out another tweet.

“Oh, this one’s about me again. ‘Y/n y/l/n scissor me challenge’.” You clapped a hand over your mouth in shock and thrust the slip of paper towards Mingyu.

“You know what, props for being so bold. What do you think, y/n? Are you going to take them up on the offer?”

“I’ll think about it,” you managed to choke out, sending Mingyu into a laughing fit. You fanned yourself with your hand as you tried to recover and motioned for your co-star to read another one. “Your turn.”

“‘Kim Mingyu and y/n y/l/n are my dream celebrity threesome,’” he read. “What a compliment, don’t you think?”

“Oh, for sure,” you agreed and winked as you held your hand to your ear in a call me motion. 

“These are just getting more and more vulgar, aren’t they?” Mingyu asked. 

“I don’t know that anything can beat the scissoring one,” you pointed out as you fished another tweet from the bucket. “Another one about Mingyu, okay. ‘I wanna suck Kim Mingyu’s soul through his dick then spit it back in his face’.” You blinked at the piece of paper in front of you in shock, scanning back over it to make sure you had read it right the first time. “Jesus... christ.”

Mingyu smirked and nudged your shoulder with his. 

You ignored him and pointed a finger at the camera in disgust. “I cannot believe you made me read this with my own two eyes. I could have lived my entire life without seeing those words in a sentence together!”

“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received,” Mingyu countered, running a thumb along his jawline cockily. 

“No, I have beef with whoever tweeted that now.”

“You’re just jealous that I like this tweet better than the threesome one.”

You sighed. “This interview was a bad idea. Your head is already so god damn big.”

Mingyu opened his mouth to retaliate, but paused like he had thought better of it and took a deep breath to compose himself. 

“Anyway, moving on.”

You watched as he sifted through the tweets and chose one from the bottom, reading it to himself and grinning slightly before reading it aloud. 

“‘Petition for y/n y/l/n to start an OnlyFans because I just know her tits are incredible. I can feel it in my bones’.”

You brought your hands up to your boobs self-consciously and laughed. “I don’t know about that, but thank you.”

“I’ve seen them,” Mingyu added nonchalantly, “and I can confirm that twitter user ‘geminisuns’ is correct.”

“Mingyu!” 

“What? Do you know how many sex scenes we had to shoot? We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times.”

You looked back over to the crew and made eye contact with the producer. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”

“Maybe we should take a quick break,” she suggested and motioned for the cameras to stop rolling. “Get a drink, freshen up and be back here in five.”

“Do you think they’re going to use that part?” Mingyu asked as he followed you over to the water cooler. 

“I don’t know, dude,” you sighed in annoyance, “but great fucking job. The whole world already thinks we’re boning.”

“I don’t know about the whole world.” You glared at him. “Wonwoo knows we’re not.”

Wonwoo. You had nearly forgotten that your boyfriend was there on set with you. You looked around for him, and saw him still sitting in his designated guest chair looking at his phone. You could only imagine what he must be thinking of all of this. You should probably say something to him. 

You told Mingyu that you’d be back and made your way across the room to Wonwoo. Even from a distance you could tell that he was upset. 

His knuckles were pale and his jaw was tight. He didn’t look up at you when you approached him. 

“Sorry this is taking longer than expected,” you said, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured in response, still not looking at you. 

You sighed and draped yourself across him, slinging your arms loosely across his shoulders as you leaned down to see what he was doing on his phone. He was scrolling aimlessly on Instagram, not even liking any of the posts. 

“If you’re bored you can leave,” you said curtly and stood back up. 

“I’m not bored.”

“You’re not even paying attention to the shoot.”

“Trust me, it’s impossible not to. I’ve been trying to tune it out for the past ten minutes with no luck.”

“Why would you not want to pay attention?” you demanded even though the answer was sitting right in front of you. “This is a big deal for me.”

Wonwoo swallowed and finally looked up at you. “I know, baby. It’s just- do you know how hard it is to listen to my best friend talk about doing all of these dirty things to you-”

“He’s my best friend too,” you pointed out in a quiet hiss. “The only reason we’re together is because of him.”

Sometimes you felt the need to remind Wonwoo that you had known Mingyu longer than you had known him. If Gyu hadn’t brought him to set all those times back when you were filming in the fall, you wouldn’t even know about each other’s existence. 

“I know that.”

“You’ve done interviews like this before,” you argued. 

“I know,” he repeated.

“Then why are you being like this?” He didn’t answer, so you kept going. “You know my bare ass has been on tv, right-”

“Don’t,” Wonwoo warned and grabbed your wrist.

You gasped and flexed your fingers gingerly in his grasp, challenging him. “Don’t what?” 

“Y/n,”

“Don’t... act like I want to fuck your best friend?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re enjoying this.” It wasn’t a question.

“Don’t pretend like I’d rather fulfill those tweets with him instead of you? Give the people what they want?”

You had to bite your tongue before you went any further and said something you might regret. Your words had already had the desired effect. You didn’t even have to look at Wonwoo’s lap to know that he was struggling not to get hard. 

You could see it in his eyes. The arousal that had turned the warm brown into black. The way he was looking at you told you everything you needed to know. You wondered if you would even make it back home before he’d break, if he would pull the car over on the side of the road and take you then and there. 

Your knees were weak at the mere thought of what you were in for later that night. Making Wonwoo jealous was admittedly one of your favorite pastimes, purely for selfish reasons. Possessive sex was arguably the best sex. The teasing, the hair-pulling, the choking, the face-fucking, all hit different when Wonwoo was reminding you who you belonged to. 

Wonwoo released your wrist from his grip and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Are you finished?”

You shook your head and grinned. “Just getting started.”

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[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

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[pretoriafics]

Teenage Dream

I think this one is the most fun thing I'd ever written. Maybe it can be a new series, I don't know. What do you think?

You were just reading smut fanfics about Derek Hale before sleep. When you woke up, you find that someway, you got into the Teen Wolf universe. Word count: 1.890 Pairings: Different Dimension!Reader x Derek; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Scott; Different Dimension!Reader x Platonic!Stiles Contain: It's pretty fun; You dying of shame; AU Warnings: English is not my main language <3; Inappropriate language PART 2 ALTERNATIVE VERSION TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

It was a calm night. You were lying on your bed with your bedroom in darkness. In your hand, you were with your cell phone. You had just read on Tumblr brand new smut fanfic with Derek Hale, one of your most-loved fictional characters. You found another one with Stiles - a platonic fluff fic this time -, and you will read it when you woke up. You were almost sleeping, and you are not capable of reading it now. You just have to sleep.

You put your cell phone on your bedside table and fell asleep quickly. But when you woke up, you found yourself in a different and familiar bedroom. You sit on the waitress and look around.

It was a sunny morning outside, and you were still in your cheesy kitten print pajamas. The bed, the walls... Everything sounds familiar to you: It was Scott McCall's bedroom. At first sight, you thought it was such a real dream. However, when you stood up from the waitress, you hit your little finger on the bed.

"Fuuuck!"

You sat on the waitress, holding your foot. Damn! That pain's too real for all of that to be a dream. While you grab your foot, you look around again. You could smell cologne and some low noises from outside the house. A little bit more confused right now, you stood up and walks around the bedroom. Getting close to the window, you could see a familiar jeep.

No, no, no. It was impossible. All of this is just a hyper-realistic dream.

You walk in wide steps to the bathroom and look at you through the mirror. Well, you are the one reflected there. What the hell? Should you go downstairs? Should you stay right here, waiting for something happens?

Hell no.

You take a deep breath and open the bedroom door, walking downstairs on tiptoes. Then, you heard two familiar voices.

"I don't know, Stiles! She just appeared in my bedroom!"

"How she is? Does she have scales? Fangs?"

"She's just a normal girl. We have to do something! If she is a psychopath creature?"

"Scott, I'm serious. We need to call Derek."

"No! We don't need another sociopath near us. We need to take care of it all by ourselves."

You heard Stiles let out a long sigh.

"You even know how to control yourself yet, Scott. Derek is used to dealing with strange things like this. We have to call him."

"Shh! She woke up!"

Well, you were exposed.

You finish getting downstairs and walk close to the living room frame. Scott and Stiles were in the middle of the room, and they look at you scared. Your eyes got widen, and the room dives into a weird silence for a few seconds. Yeah, you aren't crazy: Somehow, you got into the Teen Wolf series.

And when you realize it...

"Oh my gosh." You put your hands on your head, in shock and so excited at the same time. "Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh!"

Scott and Stiles look at each other with a 'what the hell?' in the eyes. You turn yourself to look around. Yeah, it was Scott's house! Your inner teenager was freaking out.

"Scott..." Stiles looks at his friend "Calls Derek."

Scott already was with his cell phone in his hands.

"I'm already calling."

Man, how did you get there?! Excited, you open the door and runs outside without care about being in pajamas in the middle of the street. Derek finally answers Scott's call.

"Derek?! Oh, thank god!"

Scott almost could hear Derek's muscles get tense.

"...What happened?"

"There's a girl who suddenly appeared on my bed, and she's freaking out!"

"What do you mean with 'suddenly appeared'?"

"Suddenly, Derek! She wasn't there in a second, and then she just was!"

And then, you saw Stiles' jeep. Oh, man, you loved that jeep so much!! Excited and freaking out, you ran to the jeep. Stiles almost had a heart attack.

"No, no, don't touch my jeep!!"

But it was too late.

"Oh my gosh!!" You touch Stiles' jeep just as if it was of gold.

Stiles run to you, and Derek starts to understand that something pretty wrong was happening.

"Scott, who's yelling? You know what? Forget it. I'm coming. Took this girl in your bedroom, don't let her escape."

Derek turns the call off, and Scott puts his cell phone in his pocket. Scott approaches you, and Stiles hasn't the courage to approach you yet. So, he was just staring at you, praying that you don't do anything with his precious jeep.

"Hey!" Scott calls you, and you look at him. His voice was hesitant, but he was trying to control things "I think you should get into the house. I mean, right now."

You blink your eyes repeatedly at Scott, frozen in your place. Yeah, you were inside your favorite series when you were a teenager, with all your favorite characters... But, you know about Beacon Hills. The city was full of secrets and dangers. Until yesterday, you could see Scott and his friends escaping from death numerous times. This time, you will be the one who does it.

And this is not good.

"...Oh my gosh."

This time, your words were not from excitement but fear. Man, you're so fucked up.

You swallowed hard and got into Scott's house. The boy looks at Stiles, confused.

"I thought that took the girl inside my house would be harder."

They got into the house, looking at your shape sit on the couch. Now, you look terrified.

"Uhh..." Stiles looks at you, trying to find out something "How did you-"

"You guys need to send me home! Something went wrong, and I came here."

Scott and Stiles look at each other. It was Scott's turn to say something to you.

"What exactly went wrong?"

"I don't know! Look, I was just trying to sleep on my bed, and when I woke up, I was here."

"What are you?"

"Nothing, I'm just human. Do you guys did something that could have brought me here?"

They denied with his heads, so confused as you. Scott and Stiles were relatively new to the supernatural world. So, they are completely lost. You bit your inner lip, thoughtful.

"Something big made it. I mean, I'm definitely not from here."

Scott and Stiles stare at you with a scared gaze. Then, you all hear a car noise: It was Derek's Camaro. He was parking in front of Scott's house. Your eyes got widened when you saw it. Oh, man, you absolutely haven't the maturity to deal with Derek. Well, first of all: You were reading smut fanfic about him last night. Worse: It was an imagine! And you even want to remember the fact that, when the show got to its end, you and your best friend made tattoos. She tattoed the McCall Pack symbol on her arm, and, well, you tattooed a small triskelion between your boobs.

Man, you were dying of shame. It is such an odd situation. Anyone would never know about your tattoo or the fanfics.

Derek got into the house, and his eyes run to you immediately, and then he looks at Scott and Stiles. You felt your cheeks burning. Such an odd situation!!

"What the hell did you do?"

"Nothing!" Scott said, too nervous "She just came out of nowhere."

Derek narrowed his green eyes to Scott and Stiles, and then he looks at you. You already knew what he could ask you, so you started to talk.

"Either do I! Look" You took a deep breath, trying to contain all that mess of feelings inside of you "I was in my bedroom sleeping, and then I woke up here. But there something pretty important you guys should know about me: I am definitely not from here. When I came from, anyone of you exists. You all are fictional characters from a tv series."

The room dives into a weird silence. Scott looks at Stiles.

"Uh... Stiles... She's not lying."

"Oh, man, I was born in the wrong dimension. Hey," Stiles looks at you "What the girls think about me? Do they like me? Do I have many fans?"

Stiles began to approach you, but Derek grabs him by his shirt, avoiding an approximation.

"We don't know about her yet, so stay right there."

"Oh, c'mon" Siles looks at him and gives a few steps close to Scott when Derek unleashes him "I'm pretty sure you're curious as well."

"I'm not. I just want to know what the hell is going on."

You narrowed your eyes to Derek. You know why he wasn't interested to know about him. So, you started to talk.

"Are you sure? I mean, everyone thinks you are the most wronged of all."

Derek stares at you, unmoved by your words. You should know he would be suspicious about you. He stares at Scott and Stiles.

"She will stay with me until we know she is not a problem. I'll investigate to know how she came here."

What?! No, no, you have no maturity for that. You felt your cheeks burning again. Man, it was just like on fanfics!

You objected.

"Hell no! I'll stay here."

Without a drop of patience and calm, Derek rolled his eyes.

"You'll stay here? With Scott and his mom? So what do you will tell her about your presence at her house?"

Okay. Your plan was stupid. Also, it was funnier when Derek was rude to Stiles. With you, it was just annoying. You cross your arms in front of your chest, not so sure about what to say. He let out a long sigh of annoyance and took your arm. You widen your eyes standing up from the couch. You look at his hand on you, and then you look at him.

"Hey!"

Derek drags you in the door's direction and looks at Scott.

"Something went too wrong for this girl to be here. Tell me if you find something else."

"Wait!" Scott gives a step forward into you and Derek's direction "She can't stay a little more? We need to, uh... Investigate."

"Let your stupid curiosity for another time, Scott."

You whine in annoyance while Derek drags you in his car's direction. A few minutes ago, you would be freaking out of getting into Derek's Camaro. Now, you are just too pissed off to care.

"Let me go! I know how to walk!"

He opened the passenger's seat door and released you. Derek didn't talk anything, just stares at you in a silent order. Pissed off, you cross your arms in front of your chest, stubborn.

"I'll not come in!"

Derek gets closer to you, giving you a deadly glare.

"Get in the car. Now."

You swallowed hard. Oh man, this part wasn't like the fanfics. It was not sexy at all. Actually, it's a bit scary.

Pissed off, you get in the car, and Derek closes the door, getting into the driver's seat. You look at Scott e Stiles through the window, thinking that maybe it would be better if you stay with them. However, you haven't a choice. All you have to do now is try not to be killed by the first supernatural threat that appears in Beacon Hills.

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[absolutepokemontrash]

ayo!! congrats on 666 <33 I'm not sure if its much of a request but I love how you wrote the demon kids personalities! I was wondering what kids of personalities you would see the other brothers kids having? Hypothetically of course (unless 👀)

BRO- I’ve actually been thinking about this for a while! Fan kids are fun to think about, what can I say? Now, these kids aren’t canon to the Awfully Familiar series, the HOL is crowded enough as is… but I hope you enjoy anyways!

(I’m giving all the kids names just so no one gets confused with which kid is whose)

Levi’s Kid

Uh let’s use probability to figure out how rare children of our snek boy are. The Otaku left the house (unlikely), spoke to a human being (very unlikely), did the devil’s tango with them (impossible)

I’m kidding, but seriously what the fuck why did this human exchange student look so much like Levi? Was that a tail? Hehehe… what a weird practical joke…

(I’m calling this MC Percy. Three guesses as to why)

Okay, onto the kiddo’s personality. I’m picturing them being REALLY hyped and REALLY enthusiastic about their hobbies and isn’t afraid to yammer about them. They’re good at what they do and they’re damn proud of it! They turn their envy into *~inspiration~* and get better at the things they enjoy doing!

In all fairness to Levi, it’s a bit easier for his kid because Percy isn’t literally being eaten alive and consumed by this sin every waking moment of his life… perks of being half human! :D

Percy loves swimming, and the ocean, and fish, and they brought a shark back from the beach- wait hang on a second-

It’s not uncommon for Levi to be hardcore gaming while Percy swims around in the fish tank.

The pair of them have a very good relationship, Percy is kind of Levi’s hero with how eager they are to get better at the things they love doing and how they almost never self pity spiral. The one issue is… ugh… Percy is a 🤢…. Sorry. Percy’s a 🤢 🤢-

They’re A FUCKING NORMIE. THEY DON’T LIKE ANIME!

Other than that, the two get along swimmingly. (Ba dum tisssss)

Percy’s reaction to Levi’s cool military titles is basically “WOAH! YOU HAVE BOATS?! CAN I GO ON ONE?!” And Levi would be a monster to decline.

Percy wore a pirate hat despite Levi telling them numerous times that they were a part of the navy, they CATCH pirates. Which are apparently still a big problem in the Devildom…

Also, Percy and Lotan absolutely adore each other. It makes Levi very happy

Satan’s Kid

Satan’s a pretty charming guy, and it’s canon that he’s amazing at seductive speech craft so it’s no surprise that he was able to seduce a human.

You know what is a surprise? The fact that Satan, the smart one, didn’t think to use protection! Like- DUDE I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU.

Whatever, anyway, when this kid slammed onto the floor of the assembly hall no one had time to react when the kid suddenly grew horns… and fangs… and a tail… OH FUCK THE KID WAS GOING THROUGH THEIR FIRST TRANSFORMATION WHAT THE FUCK-

(For simplicity’s sake, I’m going to call this kid Lyssa, mainly because of the meaning of the name)

The first thing Lyssa did was launch themselves straight at the first person they saw, and I ask you to guess exactly who sits in the middle seat of the assembly hall. That’s right… Satan… yay…

This kid nearly clawed his face off in the span of two seconds and it took Lucifer and Beel working together to drag them off of him and then Asmo had to step in to use his powers to calm them down. Well. That was eventful.

So Lyssa has a volcanic temper and they’re honestly really bitter and upset at everything, which is something that’s supposed to come in adult life, not so early. So what’s up with this kid? Well, when you’re born with a burning rage deep inside you that can be set off at even the slightest inconvenience and because of that everyone around you immediately assumes you’re dangerous or crazy can really do some damage to a kid.

So who oh who is Lyssa going to blame for this…? Hmmm… who is responsible for the anger? *Side eyes Satan*

“Wow, this kid is blaming me for passing down my wrath even though I couldn’t control giving it to them and if I had the choice I would have made sure they wouldn’t have to live with it and they’re mad at me for subjecting them to existence itself… wow this feels so bad :( who would treat someone like this..?” “*Dad sigh*”

The two of them do eventually get along. It’s actually Satan who extends the olive branch and offers to help them control their anger. As the two spend time together, Lyssa’s intense hatred slowly subsides.

So… what’s Lyssa going to do now? They’ve spent so much of their life being defined by their anger… who the fuck are they????? U-uh… cats! Cats! Lyssa likes cats! Is liking cats a personality? No? Okay… um… Music! Music is relaxing! Lyssa likes music! Um… um… ooo- look at that! They like space! And stars!

You knew what they don’t like? School. Lyssa doesn’t like learning in a controlled environment where they’re being told what to learn. Leave them alone so they can go read about space.

Beelzebub’s kid(s)

*munch* *munch* *chew* *chomp* huh, *chomp* why does the takeout- I mean the human look so much like him…? They’re his kid..? *choke* *cough* *cough* …Huh. Want some chips?

Surprisingly chill first meeting. Well, Beel and the kid were chill, everyone else was freaking the fuck out.

I’m calling this kid Pepper. Why? Fucking guess.

Pepper themselves is just… chill. They’re sort of like a capybara, their vibes are just so immaculate that everyone wants to hang out around them.

Unlike Beel, Pepper’s penchant for food mainly comes from “food is good.” instead of “my body is literally eating itself alive every second of the day and I need to be eating something at almost all times in order to stave off a rampage.” Beel is very happy that his kid doesn’t have to live with food constantly on the brain.

All was well until three days into the exchange program when Pepper asked at the dinner table “so when are we bringing my twin down here?”

…twin genes man… twin genes…

Second kid, I’m calling them Cane. (CANE PEPPER, GET IT?! GET IT?!) this kid is less like a capybara and more like a honey badger. They don’t give a shit.

Here’s the thing though… they’re identical twins.

Cane is basically Beel but smaller. They follow Beel to the gym and usually get stopped at the door. “Kids aren’t allowed in the gym.” Ha, the rules don’t apply to Cane, they just cross their arms and raise their eyebrows and whoever is stopping them just steps aside. Don’t fuck with the honey badger kid.

Pepper and Cane are super close though, but don’t ask if they have a telepathic link or something, Cane will fuck you up and Pepper won’t be able to stop them. (I know a pair of identical twins, and the amount of times they’ve been asked if they can read each other’s minds is enough to make anyone homicidal)

Belphegor’s kid

*squints* how’d this happen..?

Whatever. When Belphie’s kid woke up on the floor of the assembly hall everyone took one look at this kid and collectively went “shitballs”

Belphie was in the attic and his kid was wandering around the house like they ran the place! What the fuuuuuuuuck was Lucifer supposed to do with this????

Anyway, meet Arien.

Arien, how does one describe this little hellspawn? Well, one would call them the brood of Lucifer or the spawn of Satan but that would be false because this manipulative evil devil-child that crawled straight out of a teacher’s nightmares is BELPHIE’S kid. And it fucking SHOWS.

This kid won the demon/human genetic lottery and they’re going to make it everyone’s problem. Basically, they’re sin is sloth, but unlike Belphie, Arien’s is more voluntary, if that makes sense. They sleep and slack off because they like not doing work, not because they’re always tired. They have this sort of lazy relaxed facade that vanishes the second it’s not needed, it’s honestly kind of terrifying.

They quickly learn that if they just pretend to be having troubles with being constantly tired, the rest of the house will go easy on them if they miss their chores and schoolwork.

Jeez Louise when this kid met Belphie…

They both just stared at each other for a solid five minutes before anyone said anything. Belphie somewhat nervously started up his “oh woe is me get me out of here :(“ charade, and the kid played along for a few weeks, until of course, they got suspicious.

You remember how Belphie guilt spiralled with L!MC? Yeah imagine that but 40 times worse, and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

But yeah, blah blah blah Arien breaks Belphie out, they don’t die, family’s back together, happily ever after. But not quite. Arien’s “oh no I’m sorry I’m sleepy…” charade was found out and boy howdy was everyone pissed.

Surprisingly, it was Belphie who gave Arien the wake up thwack, but Arien called Belphie out on his laziness so Belphie was forced to become a better example.

The way they fixed Ari’s behaviour? Extra chores, extra schoolwork, extra everything, and the boys did nothing to help. Basically, “this is how we felt! Deal with it!”

It worked… thankfully.

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