#how is it i can do this for over a year and get literally Nothing

[il-miele-che-scrive]

Lando Norris and [Y/n] Wolff are an on-and-off thing, fans think they're all good after [Y/n] releases a song supposedly about Lando, but they forget he's not the only Brit on the grid.

username1 HE LAUGHS AT ALL MY JOKES

↳username2 AND HE SAYS I'M SO AMERICAN

username3 sorry but in which part is y/n american?

↳username1 her mother, Y/m/n Y/l/n, is American and Y/n spent most of her life in the US after Y/m/n and Toto divorced

username3 oooh good to know, thank you!!

username4 I'm so happy to know Y/n and Lando are still together after all

↳username5 But they were never official

username4 But it's obvious! They were seen on dates many times, hanging out around Monaco, not to mention every time Y/n is in the paddock she spends more time in the McLaren garage than Mercedes'

username6 my fav nepo baby <3

username7 damn Lando must be doing a good job lol

username8 Y/n finally released a love song, everybody thank Lando

username9 Weren't there rumours about them being over forever just during the winter break?

↳username10 Toto would find a way to get Lando kicked out of F1 if he ever broke Y/n's heart lmao

username9 What does Toto gotta do with McLaren?

username10 He's rich? Lol

username9 And? Stroll's daddy is rich as well yet he can't make idk Verstappen disappear lol rich doesn't mean he can do anything he wants

username11 Guys I have a bad feeling, we actually haven't seen them together in a long time , I'm afraid they might be actually broken up for good

↳username6 I wouldn't read too much into it, Y/n studies in Monaco so she isn't able to attend races right now

username11 You sure? Y/n hasn't made a single appearance since the season started

username6 The season started in the middle of her uni year lol you ever thought of that?

↳username7 this is literally a love song, how are we even wondering if they broke up? she wouldn't release this if they were done

username6 THIS!! I feel like this song is a confirmation from Y/n that all is good, maybe she was tired of people talking if they're broken up or not

username5 Then why don't they make it official?

username6 that's not a question i can answer

username12 "I'll go anywhere he goes" then why aren't you attending races miss girl? Education can wait

↳username2 lmao it literally can't wait

username13 "the books you read" ma'am, Lando looks like he hasn't touched a single book his whole life

↳username12 And it's not like he dresses that well either, his style is nothing special

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y/n's texts with Lando

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username1 All men are the same I swear

↳username2 nooo I swear there are good ones, but that's just not Lando

username3 excuse me sir, y/n has just written a love song about you

username4 NOOOO THE WAY HE PUT HIS HAND ON THE GIRL'S LOWER BACK

↳username1 Him and Y/n are done frfr 😭

username5 Do we know who the girl is?

↳f1gossip Not yet, but I'm sure we'll know in no time

username6 Wtf is wrong with you, it's not her fault Lando can't focus on one woman

username7 But there's no way she didn't know about him and Y/n ;)

username6 There is/was no "Lando and Y/n", they never confirmed a relationship

username8 He's just won in Miami, I was hoping they'd make it official after that :(

↳username9 Sameeee it would be so cool

↳username10 Literally same, it'd be perfect

username11 Lando Norris, you disappoint me again

↳username12 at this point Y/n must be used to that lmao poor girl I hope she finds someone better

username13 WHAT DOES TOTO SAY ABOUT IT?

↳username3 Whats he supposed to say? Y/n is a grown woman, stop treating her like a baby

username14 I swear if we see Y/n back again with him after THIS I'm gonna break some dishes

↳username15 Yeah I hope she'll find some self respect and finally leave his ass

username16 Y/n I beg you to leave him, the d can't be THAT fire

yn_wolff posted on instastory

landonorris replied to your story:

↳mind if i join?

yn_wolff:

yeah lol don't join

landonorris:

i was gonna sail today anyway, what if we do it together?

hey i think i see u thru my window who are u with?

yn_wolff:

with dad and susie

stalker ass creep don't get anywhere near me today

landonorris:

I see another man

who is he?

*seen*

y/n answer me who is he

is that russell?

fucking russell wtf is he doing there

he better keep his hands away from you

what the fuck why are u hugging him

yn_wolff:

i'm hugging george and I'll do something worse if you don't stop with ur stalker shit

landonorris:

what the fuck do you mean y/n

yn_wolff:

don't worry, I'm sure that blonde girl would love to give you a hug, you should go see her

landonorris:

she's just a friend

y/n you're mine

she doesn't mean shit to me

don't show my texts to russell

yn_wolff:

Hello it's George, stop texting my girlfriend or we'll have to tell Toto

landonorris:

girlfriend?

username1 Right after? The Lando thing was yesterday

↳f1gossip Yeah, and this was this morning

username2 Whats Y/n doin with George? 🤨

↳username3 in case you forgot she's y/n WOLFF, the daughter of Mercedes' boss which GR drives for

username4 After seeing Y/n's story I hoped she's finally spending some time with Lando but...

↳username5 Have u seen what Lando posted? 😂

username4 What did he post?

username5 Oh apparently he deleted it already lol it was a story

username5 Anyway he posted like a lowkey thirst trap pic and the music he added was Tumblr girls by g eazy lmao

username4 Boohoo consequences of his own actions catching up

username5 Yeahh and he especially chose the verse that goes like "fucking off and on, always stop and go, probably got someone, choose not to know"

username6 Guys, I say we take in consideration the possibility of 'so american' being about George

landonorris Monaco weekend 🇲🇨☀

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username1 Why do I feel like he posted this just so people think Y/n was there with him even though there's not a single pic of her? 😂

↳username2 Bro why he want her when he can't have her anymore?

username3 get over it, it's your fault

username4 I feel like he's tryna say "Hey guys look, Y/n took these pics" but why would we believe it 💀

↳username1 Exactly!! We all KNOW she most likely spent the day with George

username5 Now all i think about when i see Lando is the story he deleted 😭

↳username6 totally hahah he literally called Y/n a bitch but also admitted that he can't help wanting other girls

username7 Wait when did this happen? When did he say that?

username6 he never said that, it's lyrics of a song he posted but quickly deleted

username5 He immediately regretted hahah

username8 @/maxfewtrell Tell Lando to behave, why are you even helping him with this bullshit?

username9 It's too late, you had your chance FOR HALF A YEAR and still chose to lead Y/n on, now she got someone else and you're being petty

↳username10 She let him lead her on for half a year? Damn it he should pay for her therapy

username9 I feel like she really hoped she can change him but realized "if you can't change the man, change the man"

username10 Very accurate lmao

username11 Guys, I believe Y/n and Lando were a thing for much more time than half a year, it was going on for at least a year, they were just very secretive about it

username9 Well, good for her to finally get out of this shit, she deserves so much better and I hope George will give her that

username1 I bet Toto loves his new son in law

↳username2 He has to be very relieved to know Y/n chose George eventually

username3 We still don't know if they're dating, remember George drives for Mercedes

username4 I really hope Lando is crying rn

username5 Now Lando for sure can't trick us into thinking Y/n was with him lmao

username6 I love George for saving Y/n

username7 I love them, they're all so old money, Y/n and George are a great match

username8 MY DELULU IS BECOMING TRULULU

username9 This is our confirmation that so american is about George

username10 I feel like Y/n upgraded at some point but at one point also downgraded

↳username2 Let's not talk about it, we should be happy for her and George, at least he won't treat her like an option

username11 George is literally THE MAN for Y/n, I'm so glad she finally realized that

↳username12 Chill, let's not assume stuff before we have any statement from them, we all know where assuming can get us

username13 This is my old money dream

username14 HEAR ME OUT but I'd actually love to see George and Y/n get married one day

↳username12 THIS is exactly where assuming can get us

yn_wolff Oh you'll like him, he's really kind andhe's funny like you sometimes, and I found someone I really like maybe for the first time

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username1 I'm so happy for them I'm gonna cry

lewishamilton Invite me next time!

↳georgerussell63 Toto said it was family only, I'm sorry, Lewis!

↳yn_wolff Ask Ferrari to invite you wtf

username1 lmao only Y/n Wolff can talk to a 7 times world champion like that

username2 YESSSS IT'S OFFICIAL

↳username1 Y/n is officially free from Lando!!

username3 I love the vibes, I love the fact that Y/n is dating a driver from her dad's team, I love the fact that Toto accepts it

↳username4 He must've been going CRAZY when Y/n had the situationship with Lando

username3 Absolutely and I think we all know about Toto's anger issues lol

susie_wolff 💝

↳yn_wolff 🩷

ymn_yln I hope George knows he's welcome in America too 😊

↳yn_wolff Of course!! We have a plane on Friday❤️

↳georgerussell63 I wanted to take Y/n to Miami so we can visit after the GP, but she refused 😔

yn_wolff Shut up I have uni!!

georgerussell63 It can't be more important than me meeting your mum

lilymhe Beautiful couple 😚

↳yn_wolff @/susie_wolff it's about you and dad💕

lilymhe Might as well be 😂

username3 Susie and Toto literally are Y/n and George in like 20 years lmao

alex_albon Finally, no more secrets

↳username2 ALBONO KNEW?

username4 Phew I can't imagine how much stress it was for him 😂

username5 George just MIGHT be the guy which so american is about...

username6 Something about this relationship makes me feel so at peace and I don't even know them in person

charles_leclerc Someone check on Lando😂

↳yn_wolff Charles 💀

username5 Is he wrong tho

username7 I laughed harder than I should've

↳username8 Betting all my money he's regretting all his actions

username9 As he should tbh imagine leading sb on for about a year, people who do this are evil

username8 Yeah, that was so wrong of him

username10 No but I need to know what books George reads tho

landonorris 👍

↳yn_wolff Stalker ass you don't even follow me

↳username4 THE AUDACITY

landonorris I hope you'll have fun while it lasts

↳yn_wolff YOU'RE the one to speak about lasting

↳georgerussell63 Not your place to worry about it🙂

username5 THE EMOJI MAKES IT SO FUNNY FOR NO REASON

username1 "THE WAY YOU DRESS, THE BOOKS YOU READ" he dresses well✅ he looks like he reads✅

username2 He's the perfect man for Y/n frfr

username3 I'm so happy that it's not about Lando after all, I was like girl he's treating you like shit and you write a love song??

username4 I've been waiting for it for YEARS

username5 So they had a thing for no longer than since the end of winter break and already made it official

↳username2 Something Lando couldn't do for almost a whole ass year lmao

username6 But have y'all noticed how obsessed with Y/n Lando is suddenly?

↳username1 of course he is, that's how it works, he's been rejected so his fragile ego is hurt

username3 He's even liking fans' edits of Y/n😭man is manifesting hard but I doubt anything can help him

username7 Good to know George's hands are warmer than hell, they don't look like it

username8 Girlie deserved a man who doesn't have commitment issues aka is a real man, I'm glad she got him

username9 Y'all think Lando reads Y/n x reader fanfics?👀

↳username1 Totally

↳username2 I can imagine it

↳username3 He'll do it until his delulu becomes trululu (it'll never happen🔥)

username10 I'll laugh so hard if now Lando will now stop fooling around with other girls 😂

username11 Can't wait for a whole album full of love songs about him

↳username12 I don't think we'll have to wait for long

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #formula 1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 social media au #george russel x reader #George Russell imagine #George Russell smau #George Russell social media au #Lando Norris x reader #Lando Norris imagine #Lando norris smau #Lando norris social media au

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

sending on anon cus im kinda embarrassed abt it

im a 16 yo transguy and i was just wondering what is the normal amount?? of libido for a person my age???

ive been on t for 4 years now and im starting to get a lil worried about how high my sex drive feels all the time. my doctor did say t increases sex drive but my hypochondriac ass is getting worried at midnight over if my sex drive is healthy dhsnh

ive never had sex and atm im not interested it in, but i do masturbate occasionally (ive read up a lot on safe masturbation practices like peeing afterwards and i try not to do it too often just because i have a whole slew of mental illnesses like depression and adhd and know i could get dependant on that dopamine boost) but recently ive been having sexual fantasies and sexually intrusive thoughts regarding people i know irl and i really just need to know if thats normal ( ´_ゝ`)

youve talked a lot on your blog abt safe sex ed practices for teenagers so im hoping you have some advice from me :')

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hi anon,

let me make sure I have all of the details here clear

you're 16

you've been on testosterone since you were 12

you aren't interested in partnered sex

you jack off "occasionally"

you have annoying sexual thoughts about people you know

you are describing maybe the most normal experience any 16 year old has ever had. there's literally nothing else I can say about this, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary is happening here. godspeed, soldier.

#sex edventures 2024

[k0juki]

Hi, I’m so glad someone wants to write for Joost cuz it’s dry out here. Can you write a Joost x reader where he the on their first date or first hcs? either one works. hope you have a wonderful day <3

♡

First date with Joost hc.

Joost Klein x fem!reader

English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! More posts here.

A/n: I've never had sushi before so...

Wc: 525

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• Okay, so I think he would have wanted the first date to be somehow special, you know? Nothing like coffee in some restaurant or picnic, but if you're into it, then he will do something like that.

• But I meant something like paintball or perhaps a concert, where you guys can express your feelings.

• I imagine it like you wanted to go to your favorite band concert, but unfortunately the tickets were sold out.

• And then he shows up at your door with two tickets in hand and smug on his face.

• "I heard that someone asked for (band name) tickets..." and he would be so cocky about it too.

• "Oh my god, how did you get them!? They were sold out!" You gasped and took them in your hands to see if they were real. They really were and you couldn't believe it.

• "I have my ways." Joost answered and just smiled down at you. "Go get ready, we don't have much time."

• As you arrived at the concert and 'discovered' that you guys were in the first row, you were in heaven, literally.

• With Joost hugging you from behind, his hands on your hips and resting his head on your shoulder, giving light kisses here and there on your neck.

• You two swayed together on the rhythm with a bit of singing, it couldn't be better. Just you and him.

• When the concert ended, you had a so-called "post depression concert" you're so sad it ended, even though it was probably the best night of your life, because you could spend it with him.

• Joost noticed the sadness and took your hand in his. "It's alright, love. They are going to be here next year too. We can go again if you want?"

• "I want nothing more." You answered with a smile.

• And then you guys would go somewhere to eat, just to enjoy the end of the date. Maybe some sushi restaurants that have open basically 24/7.

• "I know a good sushi restaurant that is near. So, what do you say?"

• "I've never had sushi before, you know." You laughed a little, feeling a bit embarrassed.

• "What? You never had sushi before?" Joost asked, all surprised. "We have to change that." He added and started dragging you to that restaurant.

• There weren't many people, some of them were eating and others just scrolling on theirs phones.

• You're greeted by the subtle aroma of seaweed and freshly prepared fish.

• Joost smiles warmly as you exchange glances, excitement evident in both your eyes.

• You're led to a cozy booth tucked away in a corner, where the ambiance is intimate and inviting.

• Soft lighting casts a warm glow over the minimalist decor, creating the perfect setting for your sushi adventure.

• "So, did you enjoy it?" He asked as you started to eat.

• The sushi becomes a delicious backdrop to your burgeoning connection, each bite bringing you closer together.

• "More than you think." You smiled at him.

• "I'm glad."

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Don't copy or translate my work! Also the picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner!

#x reader #k0juki's stuff 🩷 #x female!reader #stand with joost #justice for joost #joostice #joost klein #joost klein x reader #joost klein x fem!reader #headcanons #fluff #imagine #fanfic #concert #sushi

[y-rhywbeth2]

Ketheric continues to be the member of the Chosen I struggle to get a grip on. Like the other three I can tell you the details of why (I think) they grew up to monsters:

Long post.

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Let's start with Gortash: spent his childhood being told he was a selfish monster for his thoughts - apparently from birth - for the way he perceived the world, for *checks notes* wanting his parents attention as an undeveloped human being that relies on its parents to survive and thrive.

Then his parents send him to hell as part of a deal. Because that's where monsters go isn't it? They go to hell to suffer eternal damnation because they were monsters in life.

So you grow up in one of the literal cesspits of the universe, where the only people you meet are the literal scum of the universe, or those you're going to learn to see as weak fools who had to rely on others - and were ultimately willing to commit atrocities themselves - who were taken advantage of by the scum of the universe. You get to the Hells by committing atrocities, either because you want something so badly you'll fuck somebody over for it (out of greed, or because you couldn't fix it yourself (weak)) or because you did them of your own volition. And curiously, some of these people had their price tags wrapped in such subtle terms they don't even realise they did anything wrong! Lesson learned; anyone will willingly be a monster if you make the evil sound nice. Every single devil you meet has had the humanity flayed from their soul, and they got to where they are in their existences by fomenting (and committing) hate and rape and murder and everything evil under the sun as a regular Monday morning in the ultimate goal to make the universe an evil place. Devils are also 'self made men', everybody started from nothing as a lemure and clawed their way to where they are now. Every social interaction in the Hells is manipulation and abuse. Everyone there hurts everyone.

But you do have one example of a good person! There's Hope! Lovely lady, kind and sweet... Trapped in hell being abused forever going insane because of it because your ambitious sister fucked you over. That's where trust and love being a good person gets you.

And that was his entire social life. That was the people he had to look to for examples. All his early experiences were limited to a sample of the absolute worst it has to offer, and he has a very skewed view of the universe.

And the fact that he's apparently so damn good at sex a lady gave him a ring worth everything she owns after growing up around a pleasure devil whose role is harming and corrupting people with sex and has built in charm person at etc is not ringing alarm bells(!) I'm not side-eyeing the boudoir at all.

I wonder why having a child/teen spend their formative years in the evil factory literally designed to spit out monsters... spat out a monster? Kudos to Karlach, though: just how many layers of defence mechanisms has she got in her brain?

Gortash's thought processes are 50% through the lens of engineering and 50% through the lens of a devil's perspective to me. People will sell out others for their own gain, because they're too weak to do it themselves or because they're bastards. If you don't get with the programme you're the victim. You only get ahead by being ruthless. Everybody is untrustworthy, and relying on them will get you betrayed. The world is divided into the weak and the ruthlessly strong who take what they want. Yes, he's a monster. And so are his parents. And so is everyone. And then Bane saw this perfect example of his way of thinking and said 'that one.'

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Orin: obviously we've got grooming. The fact that her formative memories include her mother trying to murder her, and the fact that she feels like the only person who has ever cared about her or supported her is her grandfather. Who is implied to have been raping her, or intending to. All she's permitted is to have her brain poisoned by her faith, which her life revolves around, and then her kin 'does it all wrong' and inherits everything she's been groomed to believe is hers. But no, 'they're not wrong,' says everybody around her 'you are!'

She's a Bhaalspawn, so her relationships with her kin are "kill or be killed," as Helena proved. You will please father by slaughtering your siblings, or you will die - or worse. You must be and stay favoured by Bhaal above all the others to be truly safe ("safe"), and Durge outranking her is a threat to her existence. Actually Durge existing is a threat to her well-being. She has no way to live a life outside the cult, never has and never will. Her life is insanely lonely and mostly consists of paranoia.

But the overlaying theme here is that she's a changeling. She's mirrorkin with no unique physical identity of her own, she can only reflect those of others. To be dnd canon accurate: she has no real facial features, no pigmentation. She's not permitted an identity of her own, and was punished for trying. She's a mirror born and raised to reflect the glory of Bhaal, the glory of her failed grandfather, the rise of Bhaal's favourite child. Never her own. Gee, I wonder why she literally wears people's skins.

Denied the ability to do anything but live according to what she's told, she does her best to live up to it because to fail is to become her parents and the countless aunts and uncles currently enjoying their damnation in the Throne of Blood. And then she's told she's doing it wrong. By everybody. She's a 'rabid dog'. She, despite having doctrine poured into her ears and probably carved into her flesh her entire life 'doesn't understand Bhaal.' And everybody is insanely patronising about it! You're never allowed to be anything but what we tell you to be, but you're still not good enough! Which is death. The Temple of Bhaal needs murder feminism.

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The Dark Urge is my favourite little nightmare, and I've talked about them at length: much of Orin's trauma also applies to them, although where she's a mirror made to reflect the egos of others, Durge is only allowed one identity: Bhaal's. Where Orin can never seem to reach the standards forced on her, Durge is never allowed to fail to meet them, or else. Every outside connection they ever had was brutally sabotaged, and they've had 'you're a monster and only I (your abusive Father) can love you' drilled into their mind. They hate themself. We got the threat of sexual exploitation (assuming it didn't happen), there's a subtle undercurrent of incest to some interactions. The prayer for forgiveness kind of sums it all up: 'I'm sorry for forming an emotional connection that isn't blind love for you father, but don't fret, I'll destroy it with my own hands just like everything else and then finally get to kill myself just like I've always wanted.'

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But Ketheric? Like villains don't need tragic backstories to be terrible people, but it does make them more interesting.

OK, so your bio family is fucked up and I definitely get the impression that they sucked (Malus is giving me vibes that say he'd have been a villain anyway, and might've been secretly Sharran to start with; Gerringothe seems to be drowning whatever her issues are in gold), and then the loving family you made for yourself broke: your wife died, and your daughter died, sure. But plenty of people on Toril probably have similar if not the same stories and didn't go evil overlord! Why are you doing this? What is informing these decisions? Why does your existence hinge so much on your dead daughter that your son is basically named after her and you seem to hate him for existing and not being her? Does Shar have something to do with it? Has Ketheric just carved out so much memory and emotion, so much of his own identity, that all that's left is the grief and the hunger for the pain to stop but, as per Shar's intent, it keeps coming back, with less and less positive memories to soften the pain. A wound that festers and never heals. Is the obsession with Isobel because she's the icon of everything that was good in his life, and her loss was the moment everything good was gone? Was he a rational man who turned to Shar to stop the pain in a moment of understandable grief and rage at her sister, and then was trapped in a cycle that destroyed everything that was good in that man until we get the General?

Just guess working my way through his entire backstory...

#I just want to rescue Orin; she breaks my heart #and I kind of hate that she didn't win on some levels #I just want to rescue her ToB style but without the bad ending that got added in post-game #babbling #edgelord hours #villainous nonsense #the family circle #/durge #/orin #/gortash #/ketheric

[theatricalmage]

The brainrot took over and so here's a vat7k hadestown au!! Don't know if I'll develop it fully but I liked designing it at least!

More info under the cut:

- Varian, the Coronan royal alchemist, tasks himself with deciphering an incantation capable of bringing the world back into tune. Times are tough, and the royal family + Quirin are doing their best to cope with the meagre crop yields and desolate weather (Corona not really being the sunshine kingdom - hasn't been for a while). He wants to help and do good and I think he'd be a good Orpheus.

- Hugo, having moved about from place to place, still has his interest in alchemy and does what he can to get by. He plans on temporarily staying in Corona before looting, but he encounters a certain like-minded scientist at the Snuggly Duckling. I think him being selfish works especially well in Eurydice's role, having a more pessimistic view of the world. It also works with how he gets drawn to Donella's offer of working for her later on, leading him to his death.

- Ulla as Persephone! I was initially stuck on whether to have Rapunzel (and either Eugene/Cass) as her (and Hades) but I was drawn to the connection that Hugo has to Donella and the Donella/Ulla relationship in vat7k just works too well. In this case, Ulla won't be Varian's mother. She's still gonna be somewhat of an inspiration to him though, being the previous Coronan royal alchemist and for her intelligence. For half the year, she'll return to Corona with food, drinks, and alchemical compounds/inventions, bringing Spring and Summer to the world, if only for a bit.

- Donella would be such an interesting Hades, losing sight of her love for Ulla, heart filled with fear and hurt, leading to bitterness and cruelty. Ingvarr being Hadestown and how by being the esteemed Ingvarrian engineer, she'd be in charge of major technological advances across the kingdoms and so would wield a significant amount of power (like how Hades is literally the ruler of the underworld). Ingvarr essentially being a near death sentence for its workers while also displaying its technological prowess, all still shrouded in mystery and corruption - a place so otherworldly compared to the rest of the kingdoms.

I didn't want to modify the outfits too much nor the personalities,, if anything I imagine the general plot beats being the same as the original musical/story but with slight differences that'd you get inherently as a result of these characters. I wouldn't want it to be the case where it's just the show but the names are changed. I'd want this to still make reasonable sense in this AU, with the actions being understandable for this particular cast of characters.

For Hermes, I ended up picking Xavier, as he's most knowledgeable of old legends and stories, which would work in reference to the Hades and Persephone myth (and so Donella and Ulla)! He'd act as a mentor figure for V, someone who can guide him in uncovering the forgotten incantation. Quirin would still be the good supportive dad he is (even if he doesn't fully understand his son's project).

Last but not least, the fates!! often lurking in the background, I'm still a bit stuck on who it could be? I'm tempted to have it be Raps, Cass, and Nuru as they've had celestial connections at some point (and ya know how stars can represent fate), but I also love the freckled siblings dynamic so much. Also Team Radical... Maybe Raps and Cass can be their normal selves but their Sundrop/Moonstone counterparts are the manifested physical forms of the fates? They wouldn't be visible to the characters though, just voices in the wind.

Anyways yeah!! Those are my thoughts. Do let me know if you've got any cool ideas or questions. I'm really combining my interests at full force and there's nothing anyone, not even myself, can do about it quite frankly. 😮‍💨

#vat7k #varian and the seven kingdoms #hadestown au #varian vat7k #hugo vat7k #ulla vat7k #donella vat7k #my art #donulla #varigo #varian x hugo #donella x ulla #erm anyways heres a very self indulgent au. the demons won today #when ive got the time id love to draw the other characters #was hesitant about posting this as i wasnt too sure if it was all that good #but im proud of the drawings and i had to transfer the ideas from my notes app :') #so yeah!! i saw the musical last month and i was reminded just how wonderful it is #i do recommend giving it a listen #forgot to give don goggles.. wont make that mistake again #vat7k hadestown au #im gonna call it that

[terresdebrume]

"Charles. You promised."

Charles, sprawled on the ground with his feet up against the walls of the office, lowers the cover of his current volume to send an apologetic smile Edwin's way.

"Well I didn't know you meant right away, did I?"

Edwin cannot help a sigh. They have had some variation of this conversation at least once a year since they met, and Charles has yet to actually submit to any sort of schooling. This time, however, Edwin prepared for the inevitable.

"That was also your argument the last time we had this conversation," Edwin sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. "As well as the previous time. And as I recall—"

"Look, Edwin," Charles interrupts, looking up at Edwin again with a half pleading look, "I just really don't like the idea of fighting."

"Sometimes, fighting is the only way," Edwin points out.

He himself has bitterly regretted his avoidance of combat sports as a living boy on many, many an occasion. Who knows how things would have changed, if he had known then a fraction of what he knows now? Perhaps he would have lived. At the very least, he might have died fighting, and avoided Hell altogether. Of course, that would have meant never meeting Charles, but he would not have known that. He would have been blissfully ignorant of what true suffering feels like.

Edwin sighs, then makes himself blink. There is no point in dwelling on the past, especially if it makes Charles look at him with his worried frown, book forgotten on his chest. Edwin attempts a smile, though the look Charles sends him in response does not speak of success.

"I know," he sighs, hard enough to jostle the cross in his ear. "But you'll be there to defend me, yeah?"

Always, Edwin thinks. He is, however, cruelly aware that things do not always happen the way one plans for. Sometimes, students who may have had a very satisfying academic career die and must learn to fight to escape literal Hell. These things are unfair, but they happen. And the thought of Charles, trapped defenseless as Edwin once was... It is unbearable. It does not bear contemplating.

"Charles," Edwin pleads, hearing the touch of despair in his voice. "I will protect you as best as I can for as long as I exist here with you... But there may be times when I am not enough. I might be away and need some time to find you, or—any number of things could happen to keep me from your side. It would ease my mind to know that you have the skills to keep yourself alive until such time as I am able to take up the task again."

For a moment, Charles says nothing. He stares at Edwin, with his bright brown eyes the color of rich soil, with that smile he gets when he thinks Edwin is being particularly chivalrous. Edwin sustains his gaze, sweat filling his palms...and sighs in relief when Charles takes a deep breath and stands up.

"Alright, mate," he says, softly. "Fine. What am I learning then, how to throw a punch?"

"That would be the more sensible choice," Edwin admits around his own smile. "However, since I know very well how distasteful you find any of these activities, I thought perhaps I would appeal to your other sensibilities."

Charles makes an inquisitive noise as Edwin rummages in the coffer he prepared for this exact purpose earlier. He finds the tricorns first, handing one to a bemused Charles before donning his own. The way Charles frowns is as endearing as ever, and Edwin smiles as he reaches back into the coffer to find the sabers.

Charles gasps.

"Get out! You're not seriously teaching me how to be a pirate!"

"I should think you have seen ample evidence to belt that sentence," Edwin points out with a roll of his eyes.

Charles, of course, ignores the barb entirely.

"Can you say 'Ahoy, matey?'"

"Do take this seriously please." Charles sobers up, although his grin remains. As a reward, Edwin makes a point to demonstrate an old fashioned salute before he says: "En garde."

Charles smiles as brightly as if Edwin had told him Christmas would come early.

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#Matt writes #dbd fanfic #dead boy detectives #Charles Rowland #edwin payne #s: role swapped DBD #bc let's be real: I will likely write more of this someday #10n #20n #40n #50n

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for ditching my parents for my birthday?

Some backstory: I (17F) am turning 18 as of 2024. The 17th birthday is a lot more important in my culture because that's our country's age of majority, and my parents had insisted on celebrating it with a whole party/massive dinner like most other girls do, but I am in fact a loser and absolutely hate these festivities. I am also gender nonconforming/masc and the parties are like, think princessy stuff that I don't super vibe with. My mother is like me. She hates birthday parties and feminine clothing. I have no idea why she was pushing it so hard, but eventually her plans for my birthday fell through. I told her not to bother getting me gifts or anything because I thought I had evaded the celebration ordeal.

However. Much to my misfortune. My whole family decided to barge into my room at 2 in the morning to shower me in confetti!! Confetti!! It was all over the goddamn place, on my bed, in my clothes, etc. I hid under my blanket because there was nowhere else to go and my parents like to do this (barge into the one area of the house I occupy, and start demanding stuff) and my mother was telling me to at least come out for pictures. I was literally in my pajamas like dawg what.

I couldn't take it anymore and started screaming like a banshee because that was the only thing that would get them to leave, but they still stuck around for a couple more minutes being awkwardly like oh... sorry... you really hate this. My room was full of pink balloons (my favorite color is yellow???) and they got me an enormous cake with frosting. I hate cake and especially I hate frosting. It was actually hell.

Anyway more insane stuff happened, not important, but that's essentially the disaster of a seventeenth birthday that I had. I know they want to do something for my eighteenth. I really don't like celebrating things, nor do I particularly want to, but judging by that whole ordeal I think they're going to try something again anyway.

So my plan is to just... not come home after school. Or if I don't have school then I'd just go out in the morning. I don't leave the house, so I don't have curfew, and I don't even want to stay out that long. Just long enough that they're all passed out and I can escape ANY AND ALL ATTEMPTS at giving me gifts, congratulating me, and shooting confetti all over my fucking room.

They're probably not going to call the cops, I'd tell them I'm going out and not kidnapped, just not where and for how long. I also think they kind of can't call the cops on me because I've been a legal adult where I'm from since the disaster birthday. Maybe that will help with the plan. I honestly think I'm just going to go to a café and write or something. I'm so over it, I want to have a birthday that isn't messy, that day means absolutely nothing to me and confetti pisses me off. Since my childhood my birthday has never been about me, like I don't really get what I would like to get, so I'm cool with not celebrating it at all. It doesn't matter.

To me simply avoiding them for the whole day is such a win-win scenario but I don't really know if this is an underdeveloped frontal lobe speaking. I also know they're likely to buy a cake in advance and I may be ruining plans by disappearing. My birthday is late in the year, so I have time to think about it, but I do think my parents are kind of insane. I don't think I can talk them out of doing any more of this stuff. Sorry this got long, but WIBTA?

(And yes I would love to move out but capitalism)

#aita #am i the asshole

[superstarz9]

So y’all fw EVEN MORE Mr. Puzzles hcs?

Cause I got some :}

tbh I feel like Puzzles get’s too babied in the fandom. A lot of people forget that he’s kind of an asshole, and takes a long time to warm up to people. However, once he realizes how he feels and is willing to reach out more, things get a lot better.

It’d probably be really awkward more than anything else. He wouldn’t understand relationship stuff and you’d have to explain things to him, which would kill the tension for a bit. However, he makes a huge effort trying to be a good partner.

Puzzles wants a relationship (platonic or romantic) but doesn’t want to be fixed/helped. He likes the attention and having a permanent audience.

If anyone here knows Guilty Gear, you guys would probably be like A.B.A and Paracelsus, where the two of you would get into a relationship out of needing something from the other rather than for genuine interests (Him wanting someone to control and you wanting to fix him (or make him worse)) (Yes, this is a callout post for all of us, me included). It would take a while for the both of you to finally realize that your goals are what is harming the relationship from going further, and it takes a while to overcome that boundary. But once you guys do, it’s much easier to work together.

If your relationship is in the real world, he’d probably get annoyed with you more often than not during the beginning. Nothing that would make him lose it, but enough that he’d need to take a moment to readjust. Picture him dealing with Mario’s antics in the gameshow episode without going crazy, as well as him talking to Boopkins during the Price is Right Segment.

Bottom.

He’ll let you kiss his screen but the moment you aren’t looking he’s wiping that shit off. Not because he doesn’t like it, in fact he loves how much you wanna kiss him and give him attention, but it’s a ocd/texture thing; he can’t handle feeling dirty in any way.

When he blushes, it’s like screen-burn (when a static/unmoving image burns into the screen for long periods of time). If he’s blushed in the past 30 mins, you can still slightly see it up close.

His love languages is gift giving and acts of service. He also loves literally everything except gift because you’d be the greatest gift (plus he’s personally not a material-wealth kinda guy. Leave the gift-giving to him).

Doesn’t have a type/isn’t picky. Anyone who’s willing to give him attention, he’ll love.

He hasn’t genuinely laughed at something in years. He’s seen all the comedy shows and knows all the tropes so much that nothing gets to him anymore. You might make him chuckle or smirk but his goal is to make you smile and laugh. If you do laugh at his jokes, it warms his heart a lot. However, he can tell if a laugh is forced/fake, and will call you out on it if he’s not in a good mood.

Whether you like it or not, you pretty much can’t leave him alone once the two of you are official. If he needs some kind of comfort, he’s latching onto you. If you’re far away, he’ll either make the journey to see you or will call you every ten minutes

Hates modern phones and can’t text for shit. The gloves DO NOT help at all. He’ll just call you if he wants to talk to you, but the two of you are usually together so there’s no need.

Literally just unhindged Fluttercord.

A Two-for-one deal: a partner and a white noise machine lol.

Tastes like battery acid. I will not elaborate further.

His memories are like recordings that he can display on his screen, but he rarely does. If he falls asleep and dreams about memories of you, he might display them like that one scene of Pearl sleeping in Steven Universe.

Loves coordinating and matching outfits, but he’ll literally wear the same thing so he likes it when you coordinate with him, really.

Fr tho he is totally a bottom, but he’s overall more of a switch. If he has control over the situation, he’ll make sure everything goes flawlessly. However, if you make him go off-script and cause him to fumble, you can easily take over.

Now these ones are specifically horror movie/show based from a request last post!

He’s okay with slasher movies, but hates the amount of unnecessary stuff like the swearing and sex. All cheep tactics to the the audience interested.

Hates phycological horror. Respects it, but hates it. Partially because he’s in minor denial of what he puts his actors through (he knows and accepts that’s he’s brainwashing people and controlling them, but he often justifies if for his sake).

Likes watching some horror movies because a lot of actors started with horror and got bigger because of it.

Truthfully, he’s a little traumatized from horror movies after staying up late one night to watch night television and adult shows as a kid. When a horror movie started playing, he forced himself to watch the whole thing and had nightmares about it months after. He overall tries to avoid horror.

If you guys are in a relationship and you wanna watch a horror movie, he’ll be hesitant. As you set it up, he’d also try to switch the movie and distract you, which fails. “Well, I mean, if you insist. Oh- but how about this other movie! It’s excellent, and the bonus features are so interesting!”

If you call him out for it, he’d apologies and admit he’s not a fan of horror. You could totally tease him, saying that “there’s no such thing as monster” and that you’re there to protect him if something goes bump in the night, and he’ll get offended and would watch the movie JUST to prove that he isn’t afraid.

He’d be shaking by the 30 min mark, over-dramatically reacting to everything. This could be for 1 of 2 things:

1. He’s genuinely terrified and the suspense is killing him. He’s curled up on the couch with his manic smile waiting for SOMETHING to happen, but nothing’s happening yet, so why’s THE MUSIC GETTING LOUDER?!?!?! You could scare him with a poke or a loud noise, which would cause him to basically skyrocket to the ceiling in fear, or you could gently take his hand and cuddle with him, which he’d immediately grab onto you and squeeze you the entire movie.

2. The acting is horrible and nothing makes sense. If the fear isn’t good enough to captivate him, he’s sprawled out on the couch and complaining the whole time. It’s almost funny how passionate he is about it, if not for the fact that you just wanna watch a movie. You could shush him, but he’ll just go back to talking in the next 5 minutes.

As for the theatre, you kinda can’t take him regardless of what’s playing, mainly because of his screen. He can’t dim it, and he’s already a beacon of light in dim rooms, so the theatre is a no go. He doesn’t mind, as he obviously prefer television. However, if you’re willing to drive and watch them, he’s fine with drive-in theatres. They remind him of his childhood, and it give him a reason to cuddle with you.

Only major downside of a drive-in is all the bugs sticking to his screen in the night, which he’d freak out about. He’d drench himself with so much bug repellent that he’d stink of chemicals.

Here’s a bunch of relationship hcs! Tried to make them mostly interchangeable between romantic and platonic relationships. I’ll continue to cook up more headcanons but I may or may not be working on a fic of my own, inspired by all the amazing writing I’ve been reading from the fandom. Til then, I’ll continue posting here! Questions/comments/suggestions are greatly appreciated. Thanks and have a great day!

#headcanons #mr puzzles #mr puzzles headcanons #puzzlevision

[cosmics-beings]

Overall thoughts on Starscream being evil?

Yes, I think he is evil, I think he’s going to be the main threat and I think it’s because he actually cares about the Decepticons and their welbeing on Earth. Starscream being a leader that the Decepticons picked OVER Megatron and a leader that they flock to, is a huge, positive change for his character even if he is doing it in a way that will inevitably make him evil. At the end of the day, to be 100% for the Decepticons and to care about their well-being, he is no doubt going to be at odds with the Autobots.

I also understand the whole Hashtag episode, but I also wanna look at it from a different perspective. There is this idea that working with the Autobots, the Decepticons can live happily on Earth with no violence but…Starscream was tortured by GHOST whom he probably conflates with the Autobots. ALL of the Decepticons EXCEPT Megatron were imporisoned, tortured and experimented on. In Starscream’s mind, if he is leader of the Deception movement, why would he trust the people who used his people as lab rats? 

I also like this path because it shows that the Decepticons chose Starscream over Megatron, and they trust Starscream over Megatron, because Starscream has literally been in prison with them for years and has tried to free them countless times as we saw in the pervious episode, and finally, it worked.

I think that yeah, to the Autobots Starscream is going to be evil but to the Decepticons, he’s not. A lot of people are wondering where his conversation with Hashtag is going to pop up as a character device and we’re probably going to see it in how he treats the Decepticons. We’re probably going to see it in how much he loves them, and will do anything to protect them and save them, and give them a home despite all they’ve been through. He will more than likely stop at nothing to make sure they are safe and they get back at the people who practically enslaved them. 

So no, he probably not going to look good from a moral standpoint, but I think his relationship with the Decepticons is how we are going to see character growth and change. Hashtag’s conversation is probably going to show in how he is a just and kind leader to them. 

#starscream #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #tf earth spark #transformers

[ragzonacamrencruise]

What do you think of an Azutara idea where Azula gets sick and Katara takes care of her?

oooohhhhh it could go smthn like . . . . hmmm . . . okay hear meowt-

***

The time Azula spent in the mental institution only solidified her deteriorating physical condition. Katara knew, that if threatened, Azula could easily take her down with a single blow. But that doesn't hold true when she's literally a walking skeleton, with the constant threat of dismantling and falling in a pile of weak bones.

She won't admit it though. Her bloodcells are fighting for their lives and Katara could practically hear Azula's muscles screaming out in pain when she goes around and performs exceptionally hard katas in the name of training and keeping her body fit.

It's only been two months since Azula was finally allowed out of the institution after two excruciatingly long years of torture with mirrors and chains. She was in no shape to even sit up properly without help when she first arrived.

A weak immune system is only one of the many gifts the institution provided her, along with nail scratches on random places of her body and her unevenly cut hair.

Azula is a morning person, Katara soon comes to find. She wakes up every morning to meditate and practice her katas. She knows it wasn't a luxury she had in the institution so Azula was adamant on continuing it to get back in shape. And Katara was adamant on keeping an eye on her every morning so that she doesn't do anything stupid. Like collapsing on the floor after a spinning kick like she did two days ago, or something like that.

Azula's better now though. She's gained a little weight in these couple of months and is slowly reverting back to her old self again. Colour is back in her face and the barber did an excellent job by cutting her hair in way that the uneven chunks were no longer odd but in place with the rest of her hair precisely. She has her hair up in a top-knot, the rest of it falling freely down her shoulder with her signature strands of hair framing the sides of her face. She looks . . .

Katara struggles to find the exact word to describe Azula as she watches her meditate facing her in an open courtyard built for training and practice.

Different.

Katara settles on that.

Somedays, she even joins her when Azula trained. Simply because she feels the need to get closer to the firebender in case she falls or . . . something Katara wasn't sure about. She just needed to make sure, up close that the princess was okay.

Azula lets out a gentle sneeze and that immediately brings Katara out of her thoughts. She frowns when the firebender lets out a follow up sneeze, but this time stronger than it's predecessor. She sniffs a bit before resuming her disrupted meditation session.

"Your Highness . . ." Katara trails off, worried. She never calls Azula by her name in open spaces like this. She simply cannot when Azula's posture oozes regal elegance. But she's always 'Azula' in her head. Especially during their healing sessions behind closed doors where no one was allowed till the session gets over.

"What?" Azula says softly, still with her eyes closed. Her tone has a hint of annoyance at the disruption to her meditation again, but nothing more.

Katara's face is riddled with worry. "Are you catching a cold?"

Azula scowls. Katara's not sure how she can do that even with her eyes closed. "No. And even if I am, it's no concern of yours."

Katara eyes her suspiciously. These past two months have been hard. Katara's sole job was to break down Azula's walls brick by brick so that the princess would allow herself to be taken care of. Azula's been reluctant in letting Katara do it for her. But Katara, being Katara with her stubborn, adamant self, would take none of the firebender's protests. Azula had given up on day four.

Katara rises up from her seat at the edge of the courtyard to go and plop down right infront of the princess. She runs her eyes over the perfectly chiseled face, looking for anything out of place. However, she gets distracted once with the firebender's full lips, but she steadies her eyes and thoughts, to the task at hand. Focus, Katara . . .

She does find something disturbing, though. "You look pale." She notes. "Have you been eating well?"

If Azula's surprised by Katara's voice sounding so close to her, she doesn't show it on her face. She still has her eyes closed. "Shush! I'm trying to concentrate here, peasant."

Katara's been with Azula long enough to know that that word isn't derogatory anymore. The princess just likes to call her that. Especially after Katara mentioned to her once that she's the daughter of the Southern Water Tribe's chief and the princess just replied, 'I know' with a shrug.

Smiling to herself at the memory, Katara raises her hand to Azula's forehead, intent on checking her temperature. But before her hand could make contact with the pale skin, Azula's jet-like fingers shoot out to her wrist, stopping her ministrations suddenly with a precise grip.

Katara gasps softly at that.

Her eyes are still closed. How did she . . . ?

When she looks up, Azula's dazzling golden eyes are trained directly on her and she feels her face getting warm under the princess's gaze. Her body might be weak; but her eyes still haven't toned down from their sharpness yet. And the waterbender doubts that it ever will. It's still piercing and . . . warm.

No, hot is more like it.

"You should know by now, that invading a fire royalty's personal space without their explicit permission is a crime punishable by solitary confinement for 5 years."

Katara can do nothing but let her lips fall open and shift her eyes between the princess's golden ones, cuz she can't seem to focus on one, cuz they're too damn close.

Then, she finds mirth dancing in those golden orbs and she lets out a sharp breath. "You actually had me there for a second."

Azula lets Katara's wrist out of her grasp and the waterbender immediately misses the warmth the hand provided her with. "I can still have you there for a second. It won't take me a minute to call the guards and let you rot away for 5 years."

Katara's eyes narrow. "You wouldn't do that."

"Wanna bet?"

Katara's eyebrows fall together as she notices Azula's voice getting scratchy. She raises her hand again and this time, the princess lets her, golden orbs watching her intently. She places the back of her palm on her forehead, and then on her neck before letting out a gasp.

"You're burning up!"

"I'm a firebender, peasant. In case you haven't noticed."

Katara wants to face-palm. She really does. But she resists the urge. "Your Highness, you're sick. We need to get you to bed."

Azula's face takes up a 'what-the-fuck' look. "I'm not sick!"

"Yes, you are."

"Move away before I punch you in the face. I need to get back to my training and you're turning out to be a nuisance."

"Your Highness." Katara tries again.

Azula doesn't answer her, closing her eyes and about to rivert back to her meditation. The waterbender rolls her eyes before catching hold of Azula's wrist, tugging it gently. "Come on . . . You know you're sick!"

"Leave me alone."

"Let's go." Katara tugs at her hand again, making a move to stand up. "I'll have the chefs make you some nice, hot, chicken soup with lots of fire-flakes, just the way you like it. Come on."

"No."

"Princess . . ."

"No."

"You're sick!"

"I'm no- a- A- AACHOO!!"

Katara gives her a look and she knows Azula's aware of it, now that her eyes are open from the force of her sneeze. "Your Highness-"

Azula snatches her hand from Katara's grip. "No. No. NO. I'm not sick!"

"You know you are!"

"No, I'm not!!"

"AZULA!!"

The firebender looks at her, stunned. Katara's yell echoes all around the courtyard. Thankfully, no one is there to hear it. Even Katara's a little taken-aback by her own little outburst.

She acts fast, trying not to lose her advantage. "Let's go. Now!" She commands.

She catches hold of Azula's wrist again and this time, the princess follows the waterbender without a word as she makes her way to the royal kitchens.

...

Katara finds herself feeding Azula her soup.

The firebender's neatly tucked inside her bed, leaning against the headboard with the support of a soft pillow. Not a single word was exchanged between them since Katara's outburst in the courtyard that morning.

The servants who popped up to help feed Azula were quickly dismissed by the waterbender who was determined to do the job herself. She avoids Azula's eyes at all costs, as she knows very well that if she ever looks at them, she'll drown.

The princess on the other hand, has no such restrictions as she openly stares at Katara, just as she's feeding her spoonfuls of hot soup. Katara makes sure to blow on them for a bit before placing it on Azula's lips, in case it burns her.

It's silent between them. Katara's well aware of Azula's eyes on her, but she fights like her life depends on it to not look up, and she forces herself to focus on the task at hand.

When the contents of the bowl reduces to only a few more spoonfuls, Azula speaks softly.

"My father used to train me and Zuko."

Katara's hand stills just for a split second, before she resumes her task. She feeds Azula one more spoonful. The firebender swallows it after savouring the taste, then speaks again.

"Zuko and I were not allowed to eat before completing our meditation, katas, training and meditation again, in the morning."

Azula opens her mouth for another spoonful, gulps it down, then continues. "I remember when one day, I hadn't eaten any dinner the previous night as I was mad at Zuko for something stupid he did. So my stomach was growling even before we were through with the first meditation session that morning-" Katara feeds her and Azula drinks the soup hurriedly to complete her story. "I took a chance to ask father if he'll allow us to eat before training that day."

Katara scoops up the last spoonful from the bowl and places the edge of the spoon on Azula's lips as she happily opens her mouth to recieve it. The waterbender then places the empty bowl on the dinner tray kept beside the bed. She bends the water inside the glass on the same tray and turns to Azula. She makes water droplets touch the firebender's lips and around her mouth to clean any soup that might've found their way to her cheeks or chin.

"He told me to silence myself and not speak another word."

Katara frowns as she turns around to the tray again to pick up a hot towel.

"He used the same tone to say my name as you did this morning in the courtyard."

Katara's whole body stills halfway to Azula with the towel in her hand. A pang of guilt grips her heart as tears form in her eyes in a flash. She wills herself to say something. Anything. Apologize. But her throat chokes up and she's unable bring herself to even make a sound as she completes the remaining distance between them slowly to wipe around the lips of the firebender.

She feels Azula's stare on her and yet she busies herself with the task.

"I liked it."

Katara's eyes betray her as they snap up to Azula, wide with shock. The hand wiping Azula's mouth slows down before dropping down to brace themselves on Azula's chest.

"Not in a weird, masochistic way." Azula continues with a soft smile. "I liked it because, you used that same tone to make me do the complete opposite of what my father wanted me to do."

Hot tears leak out from Katara's eyes as they stay helplessly locked on Azula's gentle, golden ones.

"I liked it because, I understood that you genuinely care about my well being and no one has ever done that before. Not even my mother." Azula says, as she rubs the pad of her thumb to wipe the tear on Katara's cheek.

"I liked it because, it showed what my father thinks of me is absolutely immaterial."

Katara blinks, her thoughts racing.

"I liked it because, it made me realise," The princess whispers, fixing her strong gaze on the waterbender, "that I like you . . ."

Katara's eyes widen.

Her mind struggles to wrap the idea around.

Azula likes her.

Azula.

She lets the towel fall from her hand. She doesn't realise what she's doing until she feels Azula's warm breath and an even warmer smile against her lips, pulling her close by the hips.

Katara's hand comes up to hold the firebender's delicate face as she plants her lips on hers again.

And again.

And again.

Until her brain catches up with what she's doing, and the waterbender lets out a raspy little giggle against the full lips that she was distracted by this very morning, overwhelmed with feelings, suddenly shy to look at the princess. "You should be resting, Your Highness." She says, her eyes betraying her to gaze up into those golden pools.

Azula looks at her with such gentleness, Katara feels like she's gonna explode. "Stay with me?"

"Of course."

...

Zuko finds Katara walking into the general meeting room that evening for their daily sessions with the Earth Kingdom officials to negotiate repurcussion terms, with a stupid little smile on her face.

"Someone's in a good mood." He says, eyeing her curiously.

Katara throws him a radiant smile. "Is it that obviou- a- A- AACHOO!!! AACHOOOOO!!!!"

Zuko's brows fall together. "Katara?"

She looks at him with horror. "Oh, no-"

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i love this prompt sooo much ahhhhhhhhhh

lemme know what you think omg!!!!

#azutara #ragzie yaps #azula #katara #if you find typos #no you didn't #they're so cute together omg??? #zuko #princess azula #katara of the southern water tribe #prince zuko #azula x katara #katara x azula #atla #avatar the last airbender #asks #asked and answered #send me asks #ask me anything

[rxttenbxnes]

Hello! Do you have any fun headcanons to share about Idia? Honestly, I just find it painful to see how badly this guy gets butchered in headcanons sometimes. People always forget that he is in fact a complete ass with a massive superiority-inferiority complex and not just a sad boi, or they overplay the weeb part and ignore how he has other interests like science and art, or they make him too pathetic by assuming he would still be a blushing incoherent mess like a year into marriage, etc. Anyway, it’d just be nice to hear the headcanons of an actual Idia fan since that’s the only way to get anything sane.

Omg totally, first I'mma do a little rant, I'll make sure to label where the HCS begin so y'all don't have to read my rants 😭

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❱❱﹒⟡﹒𝑅𝑎𝑛𝑡﹢﹒🎮

Okay we gotta acknowledge the fact idia is indeed, an asshole you guys. 💀Well not completely obviously but he's not just gonna be nice to you for no reason. He's not just some depressed dude needing sympathy.

The way Idia is so Infantilzed by the fandom it's actually gets me tweakin, You guys this actually makes me mad, he's not some sensitive bottom uwu boy that stutters 50 times every sentence In fact I honestly cannot see him being submissive half of the time, this man is actually a asshole on the low. Most people get the fact that idia would be submissive from his shy and closed off personality which is just SO wrong to me.

Idia is extremely pessimistic and if we're being real Idia is actually not a good narrator for his own experiences, the constant self deprecation mixed in with his his thoughts about being superior to others is so fascinating to me, one moment he sees himself as nothing but a piece of trash while in the next moment he's boasting about how he's the only one component enough to be ignihyde's dorm leader. He's such a complex character I can Yap about him constantly

I get making jokes and stuff but some people genuinely think idia is some stinky incel creep that hates women and just purposely chooses to not go outside and be chronically online. Like yeah, he has nerdy and loser like hobbies but this man literally has trauma and chronic depression, along with an anxiety disorder, it's not something he can just make disappear. He likes science, engineering, art, anime, games etc which is all just cool, it's not like he's some creep that's afraid to talk to people, nor is he some super submissive guy that'll fold for you in a tiny interaction.

Had to get ts off my chest 💀

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܀⊹ ིྀ𝐼𝑑𝑖𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 🎮ೄྀ⊹܀

🎧 Caramelldansen. Idia adores this song unironically. At first he had just saw the meme and quickly ended up falling into the whole thing, laying on the floor completely dazed out of his mind as the colorful lights flash in the background from the music video playing on repeat lol

🎮 I said this in my earlier post but Idia definitely draws his crushes all the time. Luckily he has a little self control and draws anime/manga characters in most of the pages, he's really protective over his sketch book due to 1.) His social anxiety and 2.) The fact that he doesn't want anyone to know that he likes drawing and observing people, especially his crushes.

🎧 Idia constantly has his headphones on, I know of a fact that Idia listens to Nightcore, anime OSTs, Vocaloid, animation meme music, Vkei, video game sound tracks and breakcore religiously. I think idia would honestly listen to everything he can get his hands on

🎮 I feel like he had a 2020 alt kid phase lol. I feel like quarantine would've been his time to thrive, his peak enjoyment of life would be set during this time lol. Being able to express himself like he wanted without others seeing??? Sign him up

🎧 Ironically, he's not super weak. I feel like he just sucks at physical activity, especially running since he doesn't leave his room much. His hands/fist are definitely strong, I feel like he has a strong hit.

🎮 That being said, I think Idia’s hands are large, thin and boney. They definitely have a few scars and calluses from all the machinery he works with, you can't tell me that his hands aren't pretty rough.

🎧 Idia is a fashion icon, in games. Not irl, he would never due to the attention it would grab him, though he definitely is into all of the alternative and Gothic fashion stuff. He'll give his characters the most perfect and pretty outfits and make sure everything is customized perfectly, not mind at all if it takes him hours to do so.

🎮 This man definitely collects figures. I feel like they're all anime and video game figures; he's even commission artist and such to make custom work of his favorite interest and brag online about it.

🎧 Has an habit of repeating words and phrases he likes over and over again. It doesn't matter if it's from an obscure meme that literally only 5 people including him know or if it's in a different language, he'll constantly reference and repeat it like no tomorrow.

🎮 He's a biter. He bites a lot of things randomly, he'd bite someone out of love if he got the chance. I'm telling you he'll just naw on random stuff, not caring if it's edible or not. It could literally be a plushy and he'll randomly bite it while he's hugging it.

🎧 Idia definitely finds confort in the rain and gloom weather. Really, he just enjoys typically gloomy things. It's extremely comforting and relaxing to him to just be able to sit on his bed with his headphones on while it rains harshly outside, making the world around him dark and gloomy.

🎮 Curses, like a lot. Gamer rage is real you guys and he definitely has it. If he loses a game too many times or gets too frustrated with his teammates, he'll curse like a sailor. His anger isn't directly to his teammates or anything, it's of him being frustrated with everything in general.

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#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #idia shroud #idia #idia headcanons #rxttenbxnes rambles #twst headcanons #twst hcs #twisted wonderland idia #idia hcs #idia shroud headcanons #headcanons #hcs

[podcastkevin]

Brought to you by my sister is a Steve x Wanda x Peter x Male reader fic...

My sister is confident but I hope it's okay....She literally went all out and may have included how reader caught Steve and Wanda and more so I hope it's long enough. We did have a little difficulty reading the request cause the way everything was phrased was a bit confusing but I think we figured it out to fulfill everything. Hopefully. 🤞🏽 🤞🏽 🤞🏽

Years ago....

When you first brought Steve home, you were a bit nervous. Your mom hasn't approved of your dates the past few times and every time she's made you out to be a cheater so they break up with you.

It's completely unfair what she's doing to you. You love these boys and she's sending them off every time. Your heart breaks every time you try to get them back and all they do is yell at you, blame you, and ask you how could you. All you wish you could do is explain the fact that you are loyal and it's your mother who ruining the relationship.

You step up to the front door of your mother's house and knock three times, your palms feel sweaty, and your heart is beating out of your chest. When the door opens, she's wearing tight blue jeans, and a red blouse that she solely wore whenever you told her you were bringing your dates over. There was a ruffle along the sweetheart neckline and the sleeves connected to the outer edge of the cups, basically showing off her cleavage and collar. The sleeves also had loose cuffs that hung over her hands.

She was wearing over-the-top makeup with a bright red lip, and her shoes were red three-inch heels with a thin band around her ankle and a wide band over her foot.

You grit your teeth, putting on a fake smile and introducing Steve to her. She shamelessly looks him up and down and for the first time in all the dates you've had...she smiled. She fucking smiled. You had to question her mentally, no scowl? No forced greeting? Nothing? Maybe she can see how good this one is for you.

Yeah.....no.

Sometimes you wished you were oblivious, wished you hadn't started to notice that she wanted you to invite Steve over more often, wished you didn't notice she started to wear her more scandalous outfits that have been collecting dust in her closet.

Honestly, sometimes you wished you lived with your dad.

You really started to get annoyed when she'd call you from your room to do some stupid chore in the middle of foreplay with Steve. Every time you did, you'd glare at your mom before she walks off and unbeknownst to you, going to your room to chat with Steve....and by chat, I mean turning him on even more and telling him things that a mother usually would tell and describe to their son's boyfriend.

It was a Saturday when it happened. You were making out in Steve's lap when your mother called you. "Mn! Get down here now!" You groan, rolling off your bed and yanking the door open before stomping downstairs. "Hey! No stomping around in my house!" She snapped before waving a hand at you. "Now, I need you to go to the bank and get money for your dad, fill the car with gas and then get groceries." "No, mom, I'm not doing that." "Excuse me?"

"I just want some time with Steve. There's that, too, I can't just leave Steve." "He'll be fine, darling, just go. Your dad won't stop calling me." She threw her keys at you and you raise you hand and catch them. You really don't like the tone in her voice or the way she's trying to rush you out of the house.

Glaring at her suspicious behavior, you drop your fist, pushing off the kitchen island before turning and walking to the front door.

You're a bit aggravated the whole time, not even answering your dad when you drop off the money then speed off and you kinda regret snapping at the cashier when getting groceries but your mom just ruins everything.

Her car was actually already filled so that was already done for you so you go home. Walking in, you leave the groceries in the kitchen then go to your room but the moment you hear moaning...

You.

Are.

Livid.

Throwing open the door, it hits the wall behind it but neither stop. "You fucking jackasses." "Oh, hi Mn." Steve says as if it's the most casual thing to just be fucking your mom. "Shut the fuck up, you know what, I knew this was why you kept sending my boyfriends away. You just wanted the right fuck toy. No wonder you took a liking to Steve quicker than the others."

You happened to be suspicious of your mother for a while so you pull the black backpack out from under your desk and walk out. "I'm living with dad." "Mn, get back here!" Wanda called out but you left the house without a single word in return.

Now....

After residing with your father for approximately a year, you decided to move out upon discovering an individual in search of a roommate. This person was Peter, an equally attractive individual of the same age as you.

When you arrived at the apartment with only a backpack, Peter was genuinely surprised by how little you had brought with you. He kindly offered to buy you new bedding and pillows. You didn't have a strong interest in decorating, but Peter had already put up some of his posters in the second bedroom.

Peter and you, after getting to know each other, fell into a rhythm pretty easily. Friday's were somehow made into movie and take out nights.

Movie and take out turned into homemade meals.

Home made meals turned into restaurants.

and eventually, five month later, restaurants resulted in the both of you in one of the bedrooms. Lips locked and bodies tangled together.

You introduced him to your dad but whenever Peter tried to bring up your mom, you avoided the question. You'd find away to steer the conversation and although Peter was confused, he respected you and didn't bring it up anymore.

A few more years and shared expressions of love, the both of you ended up proposing to each other. Peter kneeling in a secluded part of a park where you two had your first date as an actual couple and you couldn't help but laugh with tears building in your eyes. It scared Peter for a moment before you're kneeling as well with a ring in your hand and it was Peter's turn to laugh.

The both of you say yes and kiss each other after exchanging rings and you couldn't be happier.

You waited for a couple months to start planning and when the weather was warmer. You talked about the guest list and all the details and when Peter gave you the list, you crossed out where he put 'Ms. Maximoff'

"Babe. Why won't you tell me more about your mom?" "She's a bitch, Pete. What she did to me was extremely hurtful and she should never be spoken of."

That got him even more curious and it started to kill him. His mother would've wanted to be at his wedding so why shouldn't Mn's be there?

You were out looking for a suit so Peter took that time to call your dad for your mom's information then he called your mom.

When she picks up, she sighs. "Wanda Maximoff, who is this?" Peters voice is awkward and shy but as strong as he could make it. "Um, yes, hi. This is Peter Parker, I'm Mn Maximoff's fiancé." "Fiancé, huh?" "Um, yeah. I'm calling to invite you to our wedding tomorrow? I-I mean my mom would've wanted to be at my wedding and I thought maybe you could be a surprise?"

Wanda hums and Peter could hear rustling in the background. "Can I bring a plus one?" If you were Peter, you could hear her smirk. "Yes Ma'am." She hums again and answers. "We'll be there." and she hangs up. "Oh, okay, cool." Peter said after pulling the phone away.

He didn't tell you until that following. "Hey, Nn?" He gently called your nickname and you turned to him after rolling over to face him.

"Yeah Pete?" You smile, pulling him closer. "I invited someone else...they aren't on the list but I just really wanted to meet them." "Who?"

A knock on your front door interrupts Peter. "I'll get it, one sec." You drag yourself out of bed and shuffle to the front door. Your peephole was covered so you couldn't see who was, opening the door you immediately slam it closed. "Peter Parker!!"

"I can explain!" "Better make it quick." "I just wanted to meet her, Mn." "You could asked me before contacting her!! I didn't want her to ruin the wonderful life I've built after she ruined it before." "Please? My mom would've wanted to me you." "Well my mom is a slutty lying bitch who kept telling my boyfriends I was a cheater until she found the right one who, oh, JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE WITH HER!!" "Mn, please..."

You were fuming, you didn't want her there for a reason but you guess Peter had a right to meet her. "I'm warning you now....that I told you so and she's a bitch."

With that, you yank the door back open and stare at Wanda. "Wanda, Steve, how terrible it is to see you." "Mn!" Peter scolds and you roll your eyes. "I'm sorry about him. I'm Peter." "Hm, Peter. Nice to meet you." You know the glint in her eye and you can't stop yourself from stoping her.

"Wanda, No." "What? I think he's cute. Chill, I won't take him." You glare at her and her tone before she lets herself in. "Come in, why don't you..." You mutter to yourself and close your door while glaring at Steve. "Mn, please behave. At least for me?" You grit your teeth and huff out a breath. "Fine."

Peter sat with your mom and you sat at the counter that faces the living room. An hour later, you sigh audibly. "Okay! How about we go to bed, yeah? Bitch, guest room. Jackass, Couch." Peter slaps your arm when you walked over and he stood up to join you. "Um, you guys can choose either the couch or Mn's old room which is now the guest room." Peter says and you go to interject and repeat that Wanda is a slut but one look and you huff, turning and walking off.

When both of your are in bed, your still scowling. "Mn, stop scowling." "I'm telling you now that they should be separated. They are going to fuck and won't care that we're-" You instantly hear a moan and possibly the sound of your flower vase falling off the coffee table.

"Fucking damn it, Peter." "I didn't do anything!" "But I told you so!!" You throw open the door and storm into the living room. "You fucking asshats, are you serious?!" Wanda was on her hands and knees the length of the table, Steve's bruising grip on her hips as he thrusts quickly into her. "You both are fucking sick you know that? Like, I am being so fucking generous and I'm doing this for Peter's sake but are you actually shitting me?" You're not surprised that Steve doesn't stop, the squelching made you want to throw up but you roll your eyes and groan.

"Fuck it, whatever." You turn around to a wide eyed and shocked Peter, grab his hand and walk back to the bedroom, missing Wanda's wink and Steve's smirk

You went to bed pissed, head buried under your pillow and facing away from Peter who laid extremely hard and he couldn't stop himself from listening to your mom and Steve.

He barely got any sleep but woke up to you placing a kiss on his temple. "Sorry, baby, didn't mean to wake you. Still pissed from last night so I'm going in a run. I'll see you later, okay?" His eyes give off a sad look but it was really desperation. "I'm not mad at you, m'kay?" "I know." You smile gently and kiss him properly. "I'll be back, won't leave you at the alter."

He waits in the covers, listening to you slam the front door shut and he exhales slowly before getting out of bed and making his way to the bathroom to shower.

The shower is long and it steams up the bathroom. When he finishes, he throws the clothes into the hamper after wrapping a towel around his waist and exiting the bathroom. On his way to the bedroom, he can hear moans and pushing open his door, he's sees Wanda and Steve. "What the...Why are you in here?" He looks to the floor.

"Come on, cutie, why don't you join us?" "No, I-I can't do that to Mn..." "Oh come on, Pete. Mn isn't loyal like he says he is." Wanda starts off the lie. "He cheated on Steve with three other people." She squeals when Steve thrusts deeper.

"W-We're supposed to get married today...H-He proposed to me at the same time I was proposing to him." "Oh, so he dumped Sam?" "S-Sam?" "Yeah...his dad's lawn care boy." Peter's subconscious was yelling at him that he knew Mn's mom hasn't been in the picture for years and couldn't have known about Mn's life.

"Come on, Mn's unfaithful. I see it's only fair to get back at him." Wanda says through small gasps and Peter walks over to her but stops. "W-Wait, No, I-I love Mn a-and he loves me." "Really? Where's he now?" "On a morning run." "That's what he told me once but he was actually seeing another guy." Steve played along and smirked. "What makes you think he's not off with Sam now?"

Wanda knew they got him when he stepped forward again, hand on his towel. "It's only fair...right?" "Of course." With that, he dropped his towel and Wanda laughs lightly, sitting up the best she could to lean onto one hand and use the other to wrap around Peter's length.

"Fuck, that feels so good." Wanda had a slightly tight grip as she jerks Peter off before wrapping her lips around his tip. "Shit~" Peter moans and Steve's thrusts make Wanda lurch forward, the woman taking more of Peter into her mouth until his tip hit the back of her throat.

"Sh-Shit." "Feels good, huh?" Steve asks, pulling her hips closer to his, the squelching noises going straight to Peter's cock. "C-Can I t-try?" Peter's eyes flickered down to where Steve and Wanda were connected and the other male grins. "Yeah."

The switch spots, Steve shoving all of his length down her throat and Peter slowly enters Wanda's wet entrance.

He doesn't stretch and fill as much as Steve but what he doesn't achieve in girth he achieves in length, hitting her g-spot dead on. Peter reaches around to Wanda's front and finds her clit, making rough shapes and Wanda cums instantly, moaning around Steve's cock and squeezing Peter.

"Shit, you really know what you're doing." "Um...porn..." "Aw, cute." Steve murmurs, thrusting faster, face fucking Wanda and Peter's pace picks up as well before they cum together, in Wanda's Pussy and down her throat.

They were finishing up their second round, double penetrating Wanda's swollen snatch, when you came home out of breath. You got in your head and ran from your apartment complex to the park five blocks away. At least you were calmed down....

but it didn't last long.

Walking in, you don't see Wanda and Steve and your settled anger boiled again when you walk down the hall after hearing a moan and your heart broke after kicking the door down and seeing your fiancé face fucking Wanda with Steve jerking off next to her face.

"You fucking jackass." You say towards Peter. "Are. You. Fucking. Serious!?!?" "W-Well, i-it's only fair." "What the fuck do you mean it's only fair, I've been loyal to you and only you for years now, for fuck sake I proposed to you as well!!" "W-What about Sam?" "Sam? My dad's fucking lawn care guy?! HE'S FUCKING THIRTY-TWO!!" "So?" "All of you are fucking sick."

"Shit." Peter turns back to Wanda, his hips picking up speed before he pulls out, stroking the same speed as Steve before both of them are cumming on Wanda's face. "All of you a pieces of shit. Don't be surprised if I fucking disappear from here because of all of you." You say.

You've officially given up. First your mom lying that you're a cheater to send the ones you've loved away, then Steve cheating on you with your bitch of a mother and then both of them lying to Peter to get him in on their bullshit. Might as well just live with your dad for the rest of your life since he's the only one your trust.

You were stuck in your head that you didn't realize Peter had walked over to you and started to drag you out. He opens the door and shoves you out. "What the fuck?" "Kicking you out." Then he reaches down and takes his ring off of you and throws yours next to you.

"The fuck, you actually believe them?! I've been living here for years, I haven't been anywhere but here and with you and you know that!! I work from home for fuck sake." You had a valid point, you know you did, but he shook his head. "Don't know what you did before working from home." He really believed those jackasses that you could see smirking behind you.

"Fuck all of you." Peter shuts the door. "I'm on the fucking lease, fucker!" "I'll figure it out."

You huff, you don't care about your shit, you're lucky you kept stuff at your dad's place but before running to him you stop by the front office.

"Hey, Mn. You good?" Clara greeted you and you smile thinly. "Sort of. I'd like to sign myself off the lease?" "Sure." You go through the process quickly before smiling. "Now~ I'd like to report that apartment 502 has one name on the lease but three occupants." She smirks, noticing what you've done and nods. "Thanks for letting me know. Happened you have a better day." You look at her oddly and she points over her shoulder with a pen where you see monitors with cameras.

"Thanks, Clara."

Now to go see your dad and hope he lets you drink away your sorrows...he probably won't...

#x male reader #kai blue requests 📗 #avengers x male reader #peter parker x male reader #steve rogers x male reader #wanda maximoff x male reader

[allmyocsarebritish]

Kiss, Maime, Kill - Chapter 4: A Splendid Evening

Pairing: Alastor X killer! F Reader

Warnings!!!: Not really many on this one actually :0, bit of fluff as calm before the storm

Sorry for a late update, got the flu kicking my ass as well as GCSE exams lololol

Word count: 0.73k

1932

Louisiana, New Orleans

"And I do not care how complicated this gets. I still want you. I always will, Cher."

He opened his arm to you, and you slotted underneath, basking in his warm embrace.

"I love with my soul instead of my heart or mind, in case my mind forgets or my heart stops. But my soul will forever be yours, Mon cœur."

And he kept to his word. The past two years both of you were practically glued at the hip, partners in crime. Literally.

Unsurprisingly it wasn't long before the courtship gave way to marriage.

The stale smell of alcohol permeated the atmosphere. Stains of the liquids splashed over plush couches and barstools, the countertops clean yet permanently discoloured. Clinking of glasses echoed through the bar, accompanied by intoxicated laughter. Your own glass was smooth and clear, barely filled with a golden, shiny liquid and topped off with oversized ice cubes. The alcohol was fiery, scorching your throat as it rushed down, molten like magma. You winced at the harsh sting, coughing and spluttering at the way you knocked back half the glass in one sitting.

A gentle hand patted your back as you regained composure. "Are you alright, Cher?" He asked, a miniscule hint of concern seeping into his voice. Alastor's high tolerance to alcohol left him practically unaffected, even despite the smoldering sensation.

"Yes.. yes I'm fine, Al. Thank you." You squeezed your husband's hand. (hehheeheh)

After that you stuck to nursing your drinks, continuing for another couple of rounds before deciding to call it a night.

"Best of luck, Chums!" Alastor called out to the rest of the bar as you left, arm extended behind him. Some of the patrons hummed in acknowledgement, others were too intoxicated to care or comprehend the dismissal.

The streets of New Orleans were dark and cold, a stark contrast to the warm, fuzzy, golden ambience of the rather scruffy little bar. Cozy, yet not fully safe. Yet even the dingiest alleyway was nothing to fear for prolific serial killers, especially not when you knew Alastor was with you.

Long, drawn out shadows were cast by the moon, darkness enthralling the path you walked on. Yellow street lamps allowed for a slight rest bite in the night, and the crescent moon itself illuminated the inky sky. Night may have been full of secrets and terror for the ordinary person, but for you it was comforting and normal. The whole world slept and slowed as you watched. The monsters lurking in the shadows were yourselves, personified and human.

However, as winter drew in, the evening came with a sharp, chilling bite. You shivered slightly, pulling your thin jacket closer around your body.

"Cold?" Alastor asked, noticing you faulter.

"Only slightly." You breathed out in response, not that he believed that. No, he was already shrugging off his own coat, and, before you knew it, the material was wrapped around your shoulders, engulfing you in his warmth and scent. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it, my dear." You shared a smile before continuing on your way back home.

"The world is brighter with you in it."

"What a shame. I should hope my presence brings dreariness and discomfort to those around me." Alastor joked, raising a hand to his forehead in mock distress, drawing a snort from you. You stopped and turned to face him, causing him to do the same.

"Well, I can guarantee it does to some, my love. Particularly those we bump off I'd expect."

"Splendid!" You shook your head in exasperation as he took off, leaving you jogging to catch up to such an unreasonably fast pace. "You're such a goof." His stride lengthened further in challenge and before you knew it, the two of you were practically racing down the path.

By the time you reached home, it was particularly late, 2 in the morning to be exact.

"It's growing rather late." You acknowledged, kicking off your shoes by the door.

"Quite." Alastor agreed, holding out his hand to you before leading the way to your shared bedroom. He tossed you some more comfortable nightwear, leaving you to change. Waves of exhaustion engulfed you, your mind clouded with the alcohol. The last thing you remembered before sleep claimed you was a warm embrace and soft, comforting bedsheets tucked beneath your chin.

A splendid evening, all in all.

Part 5!!

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin alastor x you #hazbin hotel alastor

[jinstronaut]

doing this cc wrapped has made me realize just how many of my sets are between 100 - 200 notes. like that's my average notes per set (re: jin a day specifically)

and that's wild all things considered lmao

#i never ever ever complain about notes bc usually i dont care but like #ive been doing this series for over a year #and cc's complain all the time when their sets arent getting enough notes but its still over 1000 at LEAST #and mine are...... all consistently under 500 and i say nothing #makes you think !!! truly a thankless job !!! #esp considering ive been doing the member set a day the longest since jin left first #and i rly just dont ......... get anything for it lmao #not that i Need anything bc its a way for me to cope while hes gone and its done a rly good job at keeping me happy + occupied #but like lets just get for real for one second..... this is fucked up lmao #how is it i can do this for over a year and get literally Nothing #and im also Not allowed to complain about it ever #can we all just recognize that can we just collectively agree this is fucked up please #OVER A YEAR. a set a day for OVER A YEAR. #for the sets to get 100 notes. MAYBE #like????????????????? #idk !!!! i didnt Invent the concept of course but like lets just !!! #be for real !!!!!!!!!! that my series tho its been the longest is also the smallest in terms of notes !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a lil wild !!!!!!!! #anyways ill delete this i sound bitter but like im just #you try making hundreds of THOUSANDS of gifs #even when ur working 60+ hrs a week still finding time to make gifsets #for them to get literally Dirt #its demoralizing beyond compare #.txt

[cozylittleartblog]

if star wars was pitched for the first time in today's entertainment industry it would be turned down. and so would any other thing that's currently a "big IP". where do idiot executives think the IPs come from to begin with???

#entertainment industry #animation industry #hollywood news #not art #this isn't common knowledge to most people so it's my mission to let people know just how bad it is out there #if its original its not getting picked up. if it does get picked up somehow it'll be cancelled by the second season. #unless its a shitty celebrity nepo project or the gazillionth generic Edgy Adult Animated Comedy with the fugliest art style you've ever se #n. how do we Great Chicago Fire all of hollywood. anyone got a cow and a lantern? we can do it. #maybe TWO cows and TWO lanterns #god the industry makes me sad. especially the animation industry its basically fucking dead #it literally IS dead actually. like. we lost cartoon network guys its over. indie is the future and the only future i guess #do you know how many animation folks are out of a job rn??? nobodys fucking hiring there aren't any jobs to begin with #nothing good will be coming out soon. i fully expect the animators to strike this year #capitalism kills art the CEOs are minmaxing profits to the extreme etc etc burn it all

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Well, I actually have the most mundane of questions, but it’s been so long since I’ve been in an English class that I feel like I’ve completely forgotten (and I’m curious how you do it): how do you go about reading a book as a class? Do you assign them the chapters to read at home and most of them actually do it? Or do you give them class time to read? Do you have the kids who try to spoil the rest of the book for the class? Basically, how does one teach a book in the year 2024?  😀

And do you have your students annotate inside their books? (I know the English teachers in my school require the students to do that, and I get why, but I inwardly shudder every time I see a student marking up a page.) 

Haha I love this question because I too am always asking myself how DOES one each a book in 2024?

It’s sort of a combination. I absolutely assign reading every night (almost) unless it’s Shakespeare or any play in which case we read it all in class. But for a novel there’s a couple chapters a night. I read aloud to them a lot too. Sometjmes I make them read aloud to the whole class, rotating kids who read. Sometimes I assign a chapter to be read in class silently with questions or quotes due at the end of the reading. Sometimes I put them in groups and make them read aloud to each other. There’s no one way that works for sure and of course ultimately I have no control over how much they read and I’m not naive enough to think that most of the reading assigned for homework doesn’t get skipped most of the time buuuuuut.

My bottom line is that I believe it’s my job to get excited about the actual text itself (easier for me in some cases than others but overall pretty easy because it does fill me with excitement) and then commit to taking them on the journey of the story with me. And my goal—that I’m sure I often don’t reach—is to make that experience so much more fun if you have actually read. And the way that I teach is pretty text heavy which is why I always make sure I’ve read the chapters for the day and am not just relying on my memory because the way I do it is just sort of absorbing it all up like a vacuum-cleaner, schwooooop, and then either pulling stuff out of the reading to look at directly or directing them to do the same thing. So the big thing that I have going for me, if any, is buy-in. Is getting kids excited about actually reading the actual text. I also speak often and passionately about the evils of sparknotes etc. not because they help kids get better grades or whatever but because they present you with the husk and shell of a story, stripped of all that makes it interesting, and that by reading that alone they’re reading something so dry and dull and are not achieving what I always want them to achieve —which is, have an Experience with the Literature.

Again, it never works perfectly by any stretch and there are so many ways I want to explore in my quest to get better at it but overall I think, at my very best, I can create this wave of energy and excitement in the story itself which is the most organic and ultimately most helpful way to get them to want to read.

Also no haha. I don’t let them annotate! Though occasionally kids DO of course. But sometimes they bring in their own copies in order to do that. The spoilers absolutely happen and are annoying but I sort of get by it by moving on very quickly and/or talking about how it’s often not the ending but how you get there that makes it interesting. Because that’s just true!

#gosh does this answer make sense #I am so passionate about doing it well and there are huge gaps in my teaching in terms of concrete stuff #but I am doing ….. Something in terms of bringing literature closer to them #and that’s what I want to do! #also love love love the bonus of getting to reread great works over and over until they start sinking into my brain #and I think (well I usually don’t think about it) but I think that the experience for them of watching me read it again #(and sometimes literally I won’t have time to read I need 10 minutes to finish this chapter and tell them to shut up) #(while I sit there and read it) #reminds them that I AM committed to doing the work with them. that I am actually doing it and that I want to! #and idk I think that is both a rarer experience and one that’s kind of underrated in terms of how much warmth it can create #because I have nothing in common with 16 year olds we couldn’t be friends in real life without it being very weird/possibly inappropriate #but in class we have a Thing to be friends about #we have a shared goal! and not just an arbitrary one but a deeply beautiful one #idk. there’s still a lot of boredom a lot of pushback a lot of disinterest #but I’m always amazed at how often kids do want to …. idk sink their teeth into something real #it’s REAL food for their minds. and the hunger for it is there even if they decide they’re too lazy to join the group #my goal is to —merely by the situation itself—make you feel left out of the fun if you refuse to do the work #so you can CHOOSE that but it’s less fun. it’s cold. it’s boring and it’s isolating #because refusing to do the work and insisting on being a little toad SHOULD come with natural social punishments in the form of exclusion #from the best kind of fun. it often does NOT. but yeah. I think I’m also getting better at shutting down toad behavior from adolescent male #this is where teaching co-Ed helps because there are some girls who are like ‘if you stop my learning I will kill you’ #not ENOUGH girls but some #ooooof this is a long answer but literally always on my mind #thank you for asking!!! also haha I assumed you were an English teacher yourself!