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erinawritesheadcanons2 · 6 months

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Could I ask for either a poly or love triangle with the DreamTale twins? They’re my comfort characters and I’m not doing too well emotionally recently. Love what I’ve read of your work! Have a good day! <3

Nightmare Sans and Dream Sans Love Triangle Headcanons, Ink and Error Love Triangle, Underfell Sans and Underswap Sans Love Triangle

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A/N: Hello there @artsyfangirl! I hope you do not mind that I am adding Fell and Blueberry as well as Ink and Error. Just take it as a bonus for you since you don't really have a good day!

Warning: Cursing from Fell

Gender: Neutral

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Nightmare Sans and Dream Sans

Almost impossible because the two of them are different and we cannot forget that Dream Sans and Nightmare Sans would always fight with each other as Nightmare is the leader of Bad Sanses and Dream Sans is the leader of Star Sanses.

It is like a war because the two of them are going to end up fighting with each other despite the war between the Bad Sanses and the Star Sanses ended many years ago but it's not as aggressive between Ink and Error Sans

Dream Sans going to steal your attention by trying to make you laugh with his silly antics or his stupid but funny jokes as he would talk with you.

He would also try to steal your attention by giving small but meaningful gifts, something like little trinkets, keychains, or maybe a hand-made sweet ( I headcanon that Dream can bake).

And he would also always listen to you talking about anything even though he does not understand. He would try to understand them and give the response that you want but sometimes....it fails.

Unlike Dream, Nightmare is much less obvious when he tries to steal your attention away from Dream Sans. He would secretly tell you about all the bad things Dream did.

When Dream is not around, he keeps you in his room and not letting you go out but keeps you around as his tentacles would hold you. Sometimes, his words could make you turn red because he would whisper those 'You look dazzling my dear in this outfit but you look even more amazing if you don't wear them.' (AYO- WHAT THE FUCK)

Trying to impress you by showing you what Dream might not have but he has it (For example, if you love the library. He would allow you to read the books in there and he would be your tutor).

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The stars sparkle under the darkness of the sky and two creatures stand together to see all of the stars since the stars shine the brightest at twelve at midnight. A skeleton with a golden cape and light blue jacket standing close next to his crush. They/he/she has (H/C) hair colour with (H/L) hair length with a pair of mesmerizing (E/C) eye colours and (S/C) skin colour.

Using his powers and the staff he always brought around, he created a portal into the Outertale Universe, a place where the stars were brighter than ever, and dreams seemed to come to life. (Y/N) was completely captivated by the mesmerizing beauty of the Outertale Universe. The stars twinkled with an enchanting light, and the whole place exuded a sense of peace.

On the other realm were a pair of cyan eyes seeing the sight from the crystal ball. A skeleton with tentacles and goopy slime all over him watched his brother being romantic to (Y/N) from the shadows, jealousy brewing within him as he saw Dream Sans and (Y/N) together in the Outertale Universe.

It did not take much time for a dark and swirling portal to appear far away from where Dream Sans and (Y/N) stood together to enjoy the sight of the stars, and ominous black tentacles emerged. They snaked towards you, reaching out like a rubber band and wrapping around (Y/N).

The cold sensation around the waist made (Y/N) (L/N) gasps in aghast, horror, and surprise. It was tight enough so you could not escape from the grip but it was not hard enough to hurt you in any way since he did not want you to get hurt. Nightmare Sans, who had been lurking in the shadows, had seized this opportunity to snatch you away from Dream Sans

Dream Sans was taken aback, a mixture of shock and horror painted across his usually cheerful face. In the blink of an eye, the person with (H/C) hair colour and (S/C) skin colour was taken away from Dream Sans and Outertale, leaving him in a stupor. "Oh no! I should go to Nightmare's castle!" He pulled out the staff from his belt.

On the other side of the world, (Y/N) crosses her/his/their arms together and stares at the goopy skeleton with a black stare. You are clearly not amused by his little stunt. "What are you looking at, don't give me that look," Nightmare Sans rolls his pinpricks. "Really? Suddenly kidnapping me out of nowhere when I was hangout with Dream?" (Y/N) squints her/his/their eyes. "Ughh, what so great about Outertale? I can bring you there every day if you want. I could even bring you to a better place," Nightmare scoffs.

The battle between the two brothers raged on, neither willing to back down as they wanted your attention and no one else could have it. . As this pattern continued, (Y/N) grew increasingly not amused with Dream Sans and Nightmare Sans constantly kidnapping her/him/them out of nowhere.

The constant fighting between the two skeleton brothers had become more of a burden than a romantic pursuit, and they/she/he wished for a way to break free from this never-ending cycle. "You two really acting like five years old. I'm even more impressed nowadays kids seem to be more mature than you two," (Y/N) mutters.

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Ink Sans and Error Sans

If the love triangle between Nightmare and Dream Sans is already bad. Ink Sans and Error Sand would be much worse than those two because they would constantly FIGHT for your attention.

It is so bad that sometimes it feels like you could just take a chair and popcorn just to watch the drama between these two because they would fight for anything, not just your attention.

Ink Sans when trying to get your attention is by bringing you to the portal and showing you all of the beautiful Alternate Universes to impress you since he is the protector of Aus.

He would also just steal you away when you have free time to draw together with him. Sometimes, he would throw bits of compliments on your drawing, even if it was bad. He just likes your creativity.

He would also try to create something out of his paintbrush, small gifts maybe something adorable such as plushies and giving it to you to make you happy.

Error Sans is not as romantic as Ink Sans sadly so he had difficulty stealing your attention but I can see that he would bring you to some beautiful AUS despite him being an AU's destroyer, to watch the star.

Protects you from the other skeletons surprisingly and not letting anyone touch you, especially Ink Sans as he glares at the protector of AU's since he knows Ink also has a crush on you.

Also, he's a bit of a bully. To get your attention, he would make fun of you and give you tons or ridiculous nicknames just to piss you off and he's always amused each time you react to him.

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On the small beanbag inside of the living room, a person with (H/C) hair colour with (H/L) hair length and a pair of (E/C) eye colour as well as (S/C) skin colour sitting on it with books sprawled around the small chair. (Y/N) had been enjoying a peaceful afternoon, nestled comfortably in the bean bag. Their/her/his eyes scan every word of the book.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, the perfect ambience for your novel. You had just begun to immerse yourself in the world of words when, out of nowhere, a mysterious portal appeared in the corner of the room. The portal was glowing with the colour of the rainbow decorating it.

Startled by the sudden appearance of the portal, (Y/N) dropped their book, their heart racing. From the portal emerged the skeleton with a spot of ink on his cheek, a giant paintbrush on his back and a giant brown cape draped on his back. The protector of the multiverse as he would protect the universes from certain skeletons.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Ink said cheerfully, a wide smile on his face. "What are you doing?" "I was just reading, Ink. What's going on?" Still, a bit bewildered by the unexpected visit, (Y/N) stammered to Ink Sans. "Well, I had this idea for some collaborative drawing, and I thought, who better to join me than you? We could create something amazing together!" Ink's pinpricks twinkled in excitement.

(Y/N) was initially hesitant because the books that you had been reading had not finished and it was in the chapter where the main character faced their rival. But the idea of spending time drawing and the thought about the possibility of creating art together with Ink sounded fun too. "Sure, why not? Let's go," (Y/N) agreed with a smile.

With a bright smile, Ink Sans gestured for (Y/N) to follow him back through the portal and leave behind the book that (Y/N) still had not finished. But all of that excitement was gone as (Y/N) and Ink went inside the portal. Unsurprisingly, there is another guest who was not invited by Ink. "Oh no....you gotta be kidding me," Ink sighs.

The skeleton stepped off from the strings once he saw Ink and (Y/N) on the ground. The familiar black skeleton with a black coat, blue hood and black slippers strutted up to both Ink Sans and (Y/N). "iT HaS BeEn SuCh a LonG Time Isn'T it? bUddY?" A smug smile spread across his face. "Error, Leave us alone. You had already spent time with (Y/N) yesterday. Today is my turn," Ink Sans rolls his pinpricks. "NaAh. I Don't ThiNK sO," Another portal appears behind him.

Ink Sans quickly took the giant paintbrush from his back so he could create a shield for you but he was too late because the strings were wrapped on every one of your limbs. Error Sans created another portal of his own and, with (Y/N) wrapped on his strings, stepped into it, disappearing from Ink's realm.

You couldn't help but let out a sigh of frustration. Turning to Error Sans, he was smirking and holding you as if you were his captive. "Error, you know we spent time together yesterday. You could have given Ink a chance. This isn't fair to him," you scold him,your irritation was evident in your tone.

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Underfell Sans and Underswap Sans

A love triangle between Underfell Sans, You, and Underswap Sans might be a little ridiculous because it feels like you are taking care of a skeleton that acts like a golden retriever and also some kind of skeleton that acts like an emo with anger issues.

The other one is going to bully you just to get your attention and just to see your reaction and the other one is trying to hog all of your attention and will follow you everywhere.

Underswap Sans can be a little bit of an attention seeker because he would try to make tacos ( and end up burning all of them or using the wrong condiment and creating something inedible).

If you are busy, would give you that sad look on you before begging you to hang out with him and when Underfell was too late to ask you, he would secretly smirk.

He actually knows that he does look innocent and cute despite he hate of getting called cute but when Fell was angry at him and you saw him. He will use his cuteness to get you on his side.

Underfell Sans can be a bully just like Error Sans but a little bit worse because he won't just be calling you ridiculous names. He would make you dress up for a deal, make you watch a scary movie, and be a menace.

Not surprisingly he would bring you to Grillby's bar to hang out with you and surprisingly he asked Grilly to help him out. Even though, he would end up having more tabs. He would pay for your meals and drinks as he wants you to taste the monster food too.

Underfell Sans also steals your attention by playing games together with you. I believe he knows many great games and he always invites you to play a multiplayer game with him.

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The temperature of the kitchen is rising as the sun goes up in the middle of the day, a person with luscious (H/C) hair and striking (E/C) eyes sat in the kitchen, typing away on your computer. The soft glow of her screencast a warm, amber hue across your face, illuminating the (E/C) eye colours.

It had been a long day, and they/she/he was racing against the clock to finish the mountain of files that had been assigned to her/him/them by the old-bladed head manager. But it won't stop nature from doing its job as (Y/N)'s stomach chooses this inopportune moment to growl with hunger.

You could not help but let out a quiet sigh, torn between your desire for food or the commitment to completing the tasks that had piled up. (Y/N) knew that they/she/he couldn't afford to lose any more time, but the rumbling stomach seemed to have other plans. With a heavy heart, (Y/N) decided to take a brief break.

She/he/they stood up from the chair and stretched their/her/his tired limbs and (Y/N) knew a hungry tummy would only distract the process of working and finishing the papers. In the fridge, you found some leftover chicken and colourful bell peppers. It was the perfect opportunity to whip up something quick and satisfying.

Before (Y/N) could make something, you could hear someone scream, "Mwehehehee! The magnificent blue is here!" Startled, (Y/N) turns around to see Underswap Sans. "Oh, hey Blue. Do you need anything?" (Y/N) tilts their/her/his head a little bit in curiosity. "Human! I heard your stomach grumbling! It was quite loud, human! how 'bout I whip up some tasty tacos for you??" The skeleton asks.

(Y/N) couldn't help but glance up at the ceiling, remembering that the Jolly Skeleton wasn't the best cook. His previous attempt at making tacos had been a disaster, he managed to burn them, and then, in a whimsical attempt to salvage the situation, he had sprinkled glitter on the charred mess. (Y/N) had tried to be polite and take a bite, but it had been quite a horrible mistake.

As (Y/N) hesitated, contemplating whether to accept his offer or not, the door to the kitchen from the living room was suddenly slammed open, causing both Underswap Sans and (Y/N) to jump in surprise. Standing in the doorway was Underfell Sans. "Oi, loser, You said you're hungry? Why don't we get some grillby on the corner? The dumb baby tacos aren't edible for your intestine," Underfell Sans grumbled as he glanced at Underswap Sans.

(Y/N) felt relieved as Underfell Sans gave a solution or an easy way out of the situation. You didn't want to hurt Underswap Sans's feelings, but you also didn't want to endure another round of eating burnt glittery tacos. (Y/N) turned to Underswap Sans and gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks for the offer, Sans, but I think I'll go with Underfell Sans this time. I'm craving for French fries," You told him. "B-but those are unhealthy! They have so much grease!" Underswap Sans said.

Underswap Sans couldn't hide the disappointment that washed over him when (Y/N) rejected his offer. He let out a resigned sigh and watched as Underfell Sans escorted (Y/N) out of the kitchen. There was a pang of sadness in his eye sockets before his eyes shifted to Underfell Sans who silently glared at him, puffing his cheeks altogether.

He turned to look at Underfell, who was secretly smirking at him. Underfell was well aware that he had managed to steal (Y/N)'s attention away, and the competitive edge between the two skeletons continued to burn.

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brain-rot-central · 3 months

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ok so has anyone made a list of things that Astarion said that had a different meaning than first thought?

For example, if you tell Astarion when you first meet that you’re Baldurian as well, he says they must not be in the same social circle. With the way he talks and dresses it seems like he’s implying you’re lower class, but later it becomes clear you’re not those petty criminals or brothel goers that he targets. (And there’s the separate “of course it’ll turn me into a monster” line that becomes obvious later.)

He reveals he fears breaking his nail to the dryad, and it seems shallow but we learn he’s traumatized by digging himself out of his coffin, and the year he endured being trapped inside a coffin and desperately scratching and breaking his nails off as punishment, which is also why he refuses to dig anyone out like Nere.

Also, he mentioned he targeted brothel visitors, and at first it sounds like he just waited outside those establishments for victims, but then if you visit the drow twins he mentions he never thought he’d be on the paying end, plus if you choose one of the twins then Astarion says you have a type for elven prostitutes. And if you really think about it, considering how Petras’ lines are similar to Astarion’s, it wouldn’t be weird to imagine Cazador forcing them to work at a brothel for a few years as training…

Some of Astarion’s lines have a lot to unpack

Many things Astarion says are doublespeak. It's a common coping mechanism used by trauma survivors to "make peace," in a way with what they went through. It's not until you've played through his whole story that you understand that, and honestly it breaks my heart. He has a lot of self-depreciating language. Little quips here and there where you realize he's not only commenting on the current situation but himself, as well.

The monster line in the beginning gets me the most, because he follows it up with, "What did I expect?" For the first time in 200 years, he's able to stand in the sun without burning. He's grappling with that entire realization while also readjusting to there being light and color in the world, and probably was looking at the whole Nautiloid experience as something slightly positive... only to learn that no, this is not something positive. In fact, it's horrendous, because if it's not rectified, he'll become a grotesque monster, worse than he already is. And idk, that guts me. He has this small glimmer of hope for the first time in two centuries, all to realize that it's a giant farce.

But, Astarion is also stubborn, so he holds onto this small glimmer of hope to see if there's a way he can work the tadpole to his advantage. So that he can continue to walk in the sun. Once he realizes that Cazador's compulsion has been interrupted due to the tadpole, he doubles down on wanting to keep the tadpole and control it.

Astarion's story is such a beautiful portrayal of what being in survival mode feels and is like. You're so entirely desperate to make it out of your current situation that you would quite literally give anything and everything to obtain it, even if it means burning the entire world down around you.

The elven prostitute line made me laugh when I first heard it; I knew he was referring to himself and trying to make some light humor about his past, but it's also heartbreaking to realize he sees himself as one. He hasn't yet taken the grace with himself to distinguish between being forced into that line of work vs who he actually is. The lines are still blurred.

I can't think about the intricacies of his background/personality too long, because it all feels way too familiar to me. To know even a smidge of the despair he probably felt for years and the constant mental and physical struggle he endured (there's even disordered eating/food insecurity in his back story too and no one really talks much about it; Cazador purposely kept all the spawn near-starving as a form of control).

Our boy was severely abused and neglected and I really just want to give him a fucking hug.

#astarion #trauma tw #i mean i totally get why he burns down the palace post game #i probably would too #like how could you not want to do that #neech's speeches #answered

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stylinsoncity · 10 months

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This SEL timestamp takes place about a year after the events in Rio and a few months after they've toured the rest of South America. As mentioned in chp 25, they've started traveling to preternatural villages around the world. This covers some of that.

This is sort of integral to stories about vampires, but there's a lot of talk about feeding, etc. Just fyi!

Enjoy!

The Inner Village might be Harry’s favourite of all the preternatural villages they’ve been to. He’s not saying he’s ready to move to New York City and he can’t imagine Louis is either. But there are pockets of the Inner Village that are incredibly wonderfully gay and coming from their close-minded town, it’s a relief. There, they attend a drag show operated entirely by witches. They also meet Kristen and Teo from the Stonewall Coven, a found coven made up of queer witches. Harry has never met or heard of a found coven, at least not in Europe. He has a loving coven of his own, but the idea that there are witches uniting to support and love each other as family nearly makes him cry. Seated at their dimly lit bar table, the emotion is so obvious on Harry’s face, although only Louis catches it. He smiles and gently squeezes Harry’s hand in his own. The two of them garner some attention of their own, although they’re used to it by now. Even here in such a progressive place, a vampire and witch coupling up is rare.

“Like, sex is a different story,” Teo says. “Obviously, we’ve all fucked a vampire.”

Louis lifts his brows, his lips curling. “Are we just a fetish to you?”

Harry sputters, trying to complete a sip of his martini.

“I mean…” Teo shrugs. “I think most vampires would say fucking a witch is a fetish to them. And listen, I’m trans. I have to deal with men fetishizing me for that too. None of it’s ideal. But when it comes to witches and vampires, it’s like fire and water. Anything beyond a hookup is uncharted territory. And no one ever dares to try.”

“You should,” Louis says. “You’ll have more men to pick from. Ones who aren’t dickheads.”

“Well, if you have a twin brother, send him my way,” says Teo, their gaze lingering on Louis for a second longer than Harry likes.

“We were a bit like that at first, fire and water,” Harry cuts in. “But now, nothing makes more sense than this. We’ve just been told for centuries that witches and vampires can’t get on. And it’s not true.”

“And how long have you been dating?” Kristen asks. “Because if you say it’s only been a month or so, I’ll need more proof than that.”

“It’s been a little over a year officially,” Harry says.

“And also,” Louis says, lifting their joined hands from beneath the table, turning their hands so Harry’s ring catches the scarce light in the room. “We’re engaged.”

“Well, fuck,” Kristen says. And when Louis presses a kiss to Harry’s hand a second later, she adds, “Okay, I’m sold.”

It’s not to say that great love only exists between a vampire and a witch. Harry’s parents had a beautiful marriage, exactly the kind he wanted for himself. And Louis’ mum and Perry love each other deeply.

It’s only to say that great love exists in places some might not think to look. Sometimes it starts between rivals. Sometimes it takes years to flourish. Sometimes it feels like the universe is completely opposed. But sometimes it’s there waiting, in the most uncanny places, if you want it badly enough.

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Every day in New York, they get up to something new. They tour museums and art galleries, including one where Louis buys him a painting and has it shipped to the estate for safekeeping. They dine at restaurants from Michelin-starred rooftop establishments to hole-in-the-wall haunts. They day drink (and night drink) and nap in parks in between. They make the most of their month-long stay. No, they won’t be relocating but Harry already knows they’ll be back. Often.

That day, after brunch and a bit of shopping, they retire to their rental penthouse to escape an incoming thunderstorm. The day isn’t a loss at all. He found the stick and poke kit he wanted so that Louis could attempt to tattoo him. After an order of sushi and a shared shower, they get started.

“Was nice to see Teo and Kristen again last night,” Harry says, mostly to distract himself from the initial shock of pain. “And all their friends too.”

“Yeah, they’re a fun lot,” Louis says. “Fucking crazy too. Crazier than us when we want to be.”

“I think Teo has a tiny crush on you.”

“Yeah, but it’ll go away.”

“Oh, so you agree?”

“When we hugged, their heart did a bit of a thing. That’s all.” Louis looks at him. “Now yours is too.”

“Do you think they’re attractive?”

Louis exhales a small laugh. “They’re objectively good-looking. Haven’t thought about it beyond that.”

“Everyone has a crush on you. It’s annoying,” Harry says.

“Who’s everyone?”

“In every place we’ve been to, there’s always someone who starts to fancy you a little. Isabelle in Argentina, remember? Damien? I think he was in Peru. Oh, when we went to Italy. The twins we met? Justine and Luca? They were both into you.”

“Isabelle was technically into both of us,” Louis says. “And I’ve got a list of my own, love. You’re just a bit better with names than I am. The girl with the pink hair last night? She couldn’t stop looking at you.”

“Venus?”

“Should’ve remembered that, to be fair. But yes.”

Harry doesn’t remember her looking at him, but maybe that’s the point.

“I don’t mind, so long as none of them get too close,” Louis says. “I know you’re all mine.”

Then he glances at Harry. Harry actually feels his heart skip a beat. Louis smiles and refocuses on his work. He’s tattooing a bird to match the one Harry tattooed on him a year ago. It’s just a simple outline and for his first shot at tattooing, it’s looking quite nice already.

“Does it hurt?” Louis asks.

Harry shrugs. “Not too much. You’re gentler than I am when I tattoo myself,” he says. He watches him wipe blood and ink away. A thought strikes him. “Do you feel thirsty doing that?”

Louis’ hand stills momentarily.

“Just a question,” Harry says tentatively.

“I always feel thirsty around you,” Louis says, his gaze focused intently on the tattoo. “I’ve said so before.”

“But not literally.”

“No, literally.”

“So, even after you’ve fed?”

“I’ve said so before,” Louis says again. “Even when I’ve fed, the thirst is still there. Just…quieter or something.”

“So, if you could keep drinking, you would?”

Louis pauses and looks at him, lifting the needle away from Harry’s skin. “I don’t get the question.”

Harry's senses tingle slightly due to a subtle shift in Louis' mood. He tries to choose his words carefully, but no matter how he twists and shapes the sentences in his head nothing really works.

“I’d never hurt you,” Louis says. “It’s impossible for me to hurt you. Because I love you and you’re my mate. And if something were to happen to you and you weren’t here, I wouldn’t want to be either.”

“I know that,” Harry says quietly. And he should leave it there, but— “I don’t know if that fully answers the question.”

“Have you got infinite blood? ‘Cause that’d be news to me. There’s no universe where if I kept drinking, it wouldn’t kill you, is there? So, no. The answer is fuck no.”

“Why are you getting so angry? It’s just a question.”

“Why are you asking me if I want to drain you of blood?” Louis fires back.

“It’s not like it’d kill me, Louis. I’d come back.”

Louis blinks. “What?”

“I can’t die. We’ve established that.”

“But you did die!” Louis says. His voice breaks. His jaw locks. Willow finally appears in the room and curls herself around Louis’ ankle. After a breath, Louis tries again. “Your heart stopped for long enough that you were dead. I know it.”

“Yes, but I came back,” Harry says.

“But you still died, yeah? Whether you came back or not, you’d be dead. So, no, I don’t want to fucking kill you. I don’t think about it. I don’t want to think about it.”

“Okay.”

“Now, explain to me why it sounds like you want me to?” And when Harry doesn’t immediately refute that, Louis’ eyes go wide. He puts the needle down on the sterile tray beside them with the small ink pots and stained tissues. “Are you actually serious right now?”

Harry just wants to be honest. Because truthfully, he never considered these thoughts so egregious, but he also never dared to share them with Louis either. Now, that he mostly has, it feels deceitful to not come out with all of it. And he’s also learned that it’s better to expose the whole truth as uncomfortable and as painful as it may be. Better to do that than spend an eternity keeping this to himself.

“Before, when I thought I’d die from the curse, I thought about it,” Harry says. “But only ‘cause I feel safest with you, and it seemed like the most ideal way to go if I had to go at all.”

Louis laughs. Actually cackles. And stands. “Good thing you didn’t think to ask. I would’ve assumed you’d gone completely insane.” He yanks his latex glove off and tosses it onto the coffee table.

“Where are you going?”

“I need a drink,” Louis says, strolling off towards the kitchen.

Harry puts his face in his palms for a moment. They bicker on occasion, solely because they’re both stubborn, highly opinionated people. But he can’t remember the last time either of them was genuinely cross with the other. He feels Louis’ cloying anger even when they’re in separate rooms.

Willow lingers in the corridor, visibly uncertain about who needs the most comfort. Mentally, Harry sends her to Louis. He could use a drink himself. He loiters there on the couch for a minute or two longer, waiting for Louis to come back. And when he doesn’t, Harry sighs and goes after him.

In the kitchen, Louis has a beer open in front of him while he taps away furiously at his phone.

“Will you please relax?” Harry asks.

“No, I don’t think so,” Louis says. “Here we are having a nice night and you reveal you’ve got a death kink or whatever it is.”

“I haven’t got a death kink,” Harry says. “For fuck’s sake…”

Louis sets his phone down. “When you had that thought back then, did you also consider what it’d be like for me? To watch you slip away? To be the cause of that?”

“I did, actually. Which is why I didn’t bring it up back then. I knew you wouldn’t do it.”

“Because I can’t.”

“Fine. But you clearly don’t know how it feels for me either. On the receiving end of things. It’s like…euphoric. It feels like I could just sink into it and stay there forever. And I’m sorry if that worries you or whatever. I’m not saying I want to die. I’m not saying I want you to kill me. I’m saying when you feed, if there was a way to feel the way I feel infinitely, I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I’m just saying I’ve thought about it. That’s all.”

“But that’s impossible. Without me killing you.”

“Yes, you’ve said. I get it.”

“I could never.”

“You said that too,” Harry says. “There’s the blood curse anyway, so—”

“Even without the blood curse…never.”

“Okay,” Harry says. “I’m sorry I mentioned it at all, alright? Can you finish my tattoo, please? Before you get drunk?”

Louis rolls his eyes and has another swig of his beer.

“I’m sorry,” Harry says again. “Come on, Lou, please?”

Louis looks at him, his eyes slightly narrowed as he thinks. With a shake of his head and a sigh, he says, “Yeah, alright,” and starts back to the living room. Quietly he puts his glove back on and sterilises the needle. Then he starts on the tattoo again.

Harry pushes his fingers through Louis’ fringe. “Are you cross with me?”

“No,” Louis says. “Just let me concentrate. Or I’ll tattoo a penis here and be done with it.”

“I don’t mind a penis, though, do I?”

“A lopsided one,” Louis clarifies. “With very hairy wrinkly balls.”

Harry laughs and relaxes his arm. “Such an arsehole.”

“I can add one of those too.”

When they laugh, the tiny hint of tension left between them is hardly of any consequence at all. And later, when they crawl into bed, Louis draws him into his arm like always. Harry traces his collarbone with his fingertip while listening to Willow scurrying about on the floor. For a cat who can phase silently through the air, she’s making plenty of noise with every move. When she darts up onto the bed and then immediately flings herself to the floor, Louis laughs.

“You wouldn’t think a familiar would get the Zoomies, would you?” Harry says.

“She’s just like any cat, I guess,” Louis says.

“I don’t think she’d like that,” Harry says. “I think she considers herself a very unique, one-of-a-kind cat.”

“Makes sense, considering who she’s bound to.”

“Are you saying I think too highly of myself?”

“No,” Louis says. “You should think highly of yourself. And you’re definitely one of a kind.”

Harry smiles. “So are you. There could never be anyone like you.”

Louis turns and presses a kiss on Harry’s forehead. Harry nestles more comfortably into Louis’ side, his eyes slipping shut.

“I’m sorry I lost it a bit earlier,” Louis says quietly.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t share things with me. Even something like that.”

“I don’t. But if it’s something you’re uncomfortable with, I should be more careful. And I will be.”

Then there’s silence and more inexplicable tension. Harry suddenly feels less sleepy than he did seconds ago. He lifts his head off Louis’ shoulder and looks at him.

“It’s impossible for me to do it, I mean that,” Louis says, meeting his gaze.

“I know, Louis,” Harry says. “And I’m not asking you to.”

“But I am who I am,” Louis goes on. “Or what I am. So it’d be a lie to say I haven’t thought about it.”

Harry hesitates. “About draining…”

Louis pinches his eyelids. “Don’t say it like that.”

“Okay. How would you put it then?”

“There’ve been times after I’ve fed, especially…if we’re fucking at the same time, when I want to drink again or I want to keep drinking, even though I know… And there was a time when I was drunk and it was a little hard to stop.”

As he speaks, he doesn’t look at Harry. As if he’s ashamed. Harry reclines again and takes Louis’ face between his palms.

“Look at me. That’s alright,” Harry says. “I love you. I love how much you want me.”

Louis winces at that. “That makes it sound more innocent than it is.”

“Whatever. I won’t lie and say it’s not…sort of exciting? And like…It’s not that much different from when you choke me a little, is it?”

“It’s completely different.”

“Not to me. Not completely. You say you wouldn’t hurt me but spanking hurts,” Harry says with a laugh. “And I like it.”

“Also, different.”

“If you say so,” Harry says. “I know that for you it’s something you have to control. For me, I know you’re in control, so I don’t worry. I just let go. And it feels nice to let go. I know you’ve got me.”

“I do,” Louis says. “Always.”

“You’re getting enough to drink, though, yeah? Like that’s not the reason you want to keep going, is it?”

“Trust me, it’s not. I get enough,” Louis says.

“You’re just greedy then.”

“I’m a vampire,” Louis says. “Greed is what we’re all about.”

“You’re not like most vampires, though.”

“Maybe not, but there are things that are just biological. Like my bond with you. Can’t do anything about that. And no matter what, if you say something like you said today, offering yourself up like that, there’s a part of me, even if it’s small, that wants to take you up on it. And just…devour you.”

Harry looks at his mouth. “And I’m meant to be afraid of that?”

“Maybe,” Louis says. “Not of me, but the general idea of a vampire wanting you in that way, yeah.”

“You’re the only vampire that matters.”

Louis grins, his ego visibly stroked. Harry can’t take his eyes off of him.

“If it were any other vampire, I’d never say the things I said today. It’s only because it’s you. I trust you. Completely.”

Louis looks at him. He takes Harry’s hand and presses a quick kiss to his palm. “I can’t do it, though.”

“I know,” Harry says. “I thought I lost you that day too, you know? I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And like the world was closing in on me or something. So, I know what it’s like. And I’d never want you to have to go through that again.”

Louis nods. “Me neither.”

Harry looks at his mouth again. “But I think you should feed,” he says. “Right now.”

Louis lifts his brows. With a small exhale, he says, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Literally the opposite. I’m offering you a late-night snack.”

Louis laughs. “You’re definitely that,” he says. He licks his lips. Then, after a second, he leans in and kisses Harry slowly, capturing his jaw between his fingers and his thumb. He kisses him for so long Harry nearly forgets what they were talking about at all. He’s hypnotized by Louis’ tongue against his own. He’s lulled by the comfort of their bodies close.

Their lives are not perfect because no one’s is. They still have occasional worries, especially when they have to decide which parties and gatherings to attend back home when everywhere they go, they’re a topic of discussion or gossip. Returning to Ravenoir even for short periods is often stressful. And like earlier has proven, they can still misunderstand each other.

Life might not be perfect but being with Louis is. There’s nothing questionable or unsatisfactory about this kiss or the way Louis holds him. There’s nothing as sublime as the moment he pulls away suddenly, holds Harry’s jaw firmly and sinks into his jugular.

Harry shudders and digs his fingers into Louis’ bicep. The burst of pain is quickly washed over with warmth that floods his whole body. His head feels light and airy as if he’s floating on a cloud. Weightless and worriless with nothing to fear. With Louis’ need so evident and certain and all-encompassing.

Louis pulls away with a deep breath and kisses him again. Now that Harry can move, he moves with purpose, shoving Louis' pyjamas down past his waist, wrestling with his own.

“Thought I was only getting a late-night snack,” Louis says.

“It’s more like a late-night buffet,” Harry says. “All you can eat.”

Louis laughs as he sinks down Harry’s body, leaving kisses all along his chest and abs. “Mm, I do like the sound of that,” he says.

Harry will have to blame it on all the pent-up tension, good and bad, but when Louis deepthroats his cock, he thinks he could come with just another second more of that pressure. Then Louis pulls off, smiling as if he knows it, and licks a few times along the length of his cock instead. Because as he’s clarified thoroughly today, Louis is a vampire. Vampires like to toy with and tease their prey. And Harry knows Louis doesn’t think of him as prey, but sometimes Harry feels like he is. And he doesn’t mind at all.

The truth is that Harry would bare every part of himself to Louis without hesitation or fear. He would accept whatever Louis wanted to give or take from him. Maybe if it were another vampire, that sort of thinking would be insane. But it’s solely this vampire who matters. No other would do.

He often likes to hold Louis atop him after they’ve come to prolong the closeness. He likes the weight of him. He likes running his fingers through his hair until Louis drifts off. "Louis?"

"Hm?"

“It’s not difficult, is it? Feeling thirsty all the time?” Harry asks quietly. Because the thought is on his mind and if he doesn’t ask, he’ll just stay awake worrying about it.

“No,” Louis says sleepily. “Not at all."

"You're sure?"

"I promise," Louis says. He draws a breath. "Thirst is tied to emotion. Like lust and love… And you’re a triple threat, that’s all. You’re hot. You taste incredible. Can’t help that. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Harry smiles. "Makes sense..." He listens to Louis’ breathing evening out. He feels his limbs loosening further. “Wait, what’s the third thing?”

“What?”

“You said triple threat.”

“Oh,” Louis says. “You’re hot. You taste incredible.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you fishing for compliments?”

“Just tell me,” Harry pleads.

“You’re the love of my life, Harry,” Louis says. “I reckon that’s the biggest one of all.”

It’s not the first time Louis has said so, but it’s also impossible to get used to something like that. Hearing the person he loves most affirm the inverse is true will never cease to amaze him. So, he feels his eyes prickle slightly, but he doesn’t actually burst into tears or anything. He simply wraps his arms more tightly around his fiance. “And you’re mine.”

“I know,” Louis says. “Can I sleep now, babe?”

“Yeah. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Good night.”

“Night,” Louis says.

“I love you so much.”

“Harry.”

“Okay. Sleep well.”

“You too,” Louis says. And then after a second, he whispers, “I love you.”

Willow hops up onto the bed in the midst of their laughter at which point, they mutually decide to turn their love on her. Because great love is also infinite, which means there’s plenty to spare.

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i really feel like we don’t discuss enough just how deep jkr’s white supremacy goes

like it’s way more than just:

cho chang’s name

almost every black character being tall and sporty

kingley’s name

the goblins

the house elves

the only south asian thing about the patil twins being their names

there’s way more but those are the talking points that are usually discussed in the white supremacy context of jkr’s bigotry.

but there’s something else that i find to be particularly insidious which i don’t see that many conversations about.

so for context when i did my a level i had had to research late 19th century pseudoscience because i was studying gothic literature. and i came across things like phrenology and the criminal mind and honestly it feels like jkr discovered these theories and just ran with them.

as a quick explanation phrenology is the theory that by studying the shape of someone’s skull you can see if they’re predisposed to criminality and lombroso’s criminal mind is the theory that criminality is hereditary and you can tell by observing someone’s physical features. it’s also the general consensus in both these theories that someone with physical ‘defects’ or deformities’ will be predisposed to criminality which also makes them incredibly ableist.

both are incredibly eugenicist and white supremacist theories because they’re essentially saying that you can tell if someone is inherently good or bad and thereby whether they deserve to be alive/within society/treated as equals by looking at their physical features.

they are both complete bullshit pseudoscience with no real basis in fact.

now where this comes into hp and jkr is that the antagonists and the villains of the series are disproportionately described as having these very negative physical characteristics.

like the very obvious one is voldemort with no nose and being snakelike.

but also the way peter pettigrew is described.

“His thin, colourless hair was unkempt and there was a large bald patch on top. He had the shrunken appearance of a plump man who had lost a lot of weight in a short time. His skin looked grubby, almost like Scabbers’s fur, and something of the rat lingered around his pointed nose, his very small, watery eyes.” (poa ch 19)

like the man is literally being compared to an animal (yes i know it’s implied in the lore that the longer one stays in their animagus form the more traits they take on but the point still stands).

then there’s marcus flint who as far as i remember is literally just a minor antagonist.

“Marcus Flint was even larger than Wood. He had a look of trollish cunning on his face as he replied” (cos ch 7)

like she really has a thing for comparing people to animals which is a very common tool in white supremacy for dehumanising people.

and then there’s greyback

“a big, rangy man with matted grey hair and whiskers, whose black Death Eater’s robes looked uncomfortably tight. He had a voice like none that Harry had ever heard: a rasping bark of a voice. Harry could smell a powerful mixture of dirt, sweat and, unmistakeably, of blood coming from him. His filthy hands had long yellowish nails.” (hbp ch 27)

now admittedly it’s slightly different with greyback since jkr is very openly saying in the narrative that he’s less than human and too dangerous for society because jkr only believes in equality for muggleborns and no one else.

but as is stands there are so many examples some big some small of the physical descriptions of villains and antagonists having negative connotations. the reason that it’s so insidious is because this is a children’s book series. and children soak up information like sponges including the implication that the further you are from the beauty standards the worse of a person you are (something that is reinforced by society). then when you place that in the context of the west where hp is most popular then it becomes the further away you are from whiteness (the western beauty standard) the worse of a person you are.

it seems like a really small thing which is why i don’t think it gets discussed nearly as much as the more overt things but even the small pebbles can have large ripple effects. besides i think think it’s incredibly important to discuss every aspect of jkr’s bigotry.

#anti jkr #fuck jkr #seriously fuck her #hp meta #harry potter meta #cw jkr #i do not support jkr #jkr is trash #screw jkr #literary analysis #harry potter analysis #tw white supremacy #tw ableism #tw racsim #tw eugenics #pseudoscience

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Tate Langdon x Harmon!reader

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You were the lesser known Harmon sibling. When your father cheated Violet took it harder than you did, or at least that's what your parents think. This is why they spent most of their focus on Violet because neither of them wanted her to be angry with them.

You were more angry with your father than your mother. You still didn't understand why or how she forgave her cheater husband but you were proud of her for how strong she was, especially after everything.

When you moved to California, you weren't very excited. A bigger house meant more space for everyone to forget about you. Now everyone still loved you, they weren't a bad family. You just received the least attention which didn't always bother you but when you met him, that's when it started to bother you.

When you got to the house, there was just something about it that didn't feel right. Then when you found out about it's history, your bad feelings not only felt true, but they amplified. You just had this gut feeling that the history of this house was alive, still active.

You met Tate on an ordinary afternoon. You were walking upstairs to your room with a bag of chips in hand. He was coming out of Violet's room when you bumped into him, causing you to drop your bag.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention," you looked up at him apologetically. You noticed that he was fairly attractive and looked about yours and Violet's age, "Who are you?"

"I'm Tate. . .a friend of Violet's. And you?" he asked you.

"I'm y/n, Violet's sister. She's a couple years younger than me," you told him. Something about him was making you nervous, but you couldn't identify if it was good nervousness, bad nervousness, or both that you were feeling.

"I didn't know she had a sister, a beautiful one at that," he quickly replied. This made you flush and look away from him.

"I get that a a lot. I'll see you later," you rushed out and fled to your room.

Since then whenever Tate would come by, he would hang out with you too. You would listen to music, play silly board games, and read books together. It didn't take you long to figure out that there were ghosts of past owners living here and that Tate was indeed a ghost.

You never mentioned to him that you knew. You just didn't think it was that important and didn't want to make it a big deal. You came to love the ghosts you encountered, anyways. You played dress up with the two little girls in the basement and bought some Nerf guns for the twins.

Lately it seemed that when Tate was here, that he spent more time with Violet than he did you. Sometimes not even seeing you at all. The only way you knew he was here was because you and Violet shared a wall so you could hear them giggling and having fun.

You were extremely jealous. You knew that you and Violet were pretty different. You also felt that everyone chose her over you and now you thought that Tate was choosing her over you. It didn't take long for you to gain feelings for the blond fluffy-haired boy, which is why you were feeling so jealous of Violet.

Tate was coming out of Violet's room, when you ambushed him. You felt bad for it, but you needed to talk to him, "Hello, Tate."

"Oh um, hey y/n. How are you?" he seemed nervous to talk to you, which kind of hurt.

"I'm doing fine, but you wouldn't know that 'cause you haven't talk to me in weeks," you crossed your arms at him. you weren't going to back down. He needed to understand how he hurt you.

"I'm sorry y/n, I've just been busy," he rushed out. It was obvious that he was hiding something from you.

"Yeah, busy hanging out with my sister. Look, I understand that you met her before me, but I really thought that we were. . .best friends," you hesitated at that because he was more than a best friend to you. You couldn't tell him that obviously.

"I have to go," he said before running off. That's all he said. You knew that he wasn't the best with dealing with emotions but you didn't think he was going to run away from you.

You stormed off to your room and went straight to bed. You were crying because you thought that for sure you lost him. He wanted Violet more than you. Eventually you fell asleep, tears staining your pillow case.

You didn't know how long you were asleep. You were awoken by soft music filling your room. It was your favorite mixtape. You also noticed that a couple candles were lit. The last thing you noticed was Tate, sitting at the edge of the bed staring at you. You sat up quickly, "What are you doing here, Tate?"

"I came to say sorry, and hopefully make you feel better. I shouldn't have run away from you earlier, I just didn't know what to tell you. I didn't mean to hurt you, I would never want to hurt you," he rambled on. He seemed even more nervous than earlier and you didn't know what to make of it.

"What's up, Tate? You can be honest with me," you told him.

"Well, the truth is that a few weeks ago I realized that I have feelings for you. I didn't really know what to do about it so I just started to avoid you. I hung out with Violet as a distraction. Violet's pretty smart 'cause she realized why I was avoiding you. She even tried to convince to act on these feelings but I've never done this before so I don't know what to do," he talked really fast. If you didn't have all of your attention on him, you would have missed something.

"Tate, you have feelings for me?" you asked him. You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Not only that, I think I'm in love with you," he whispered.

You didn't know what to say so you just grabbed his face and brought it close to yours, "I think I love you too, Tate."

He moved forward the last few inches and kissed you. This was the best kiss you've ever had. He was gentle with you but also passionate, like he has been waiting for this forever.

He pushed you back to laying down, climbing in bed with you, "Does this mean that you forgive me?"

"Of course, I could never stay mad at you," you turned facing towards him. You were holding each other close by now.

You spent the rest of the night cuddled up together just talking and enjoying each other's presence. You had no reason to be jealous because all of his attention was on you.

#tate langdon #american horror story #tate ahs #ahs murder house #ahs fandom #murder house #even peters #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon imagine #female reader #fanfiction

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☆ The Library ☆

kazuha x gn! reader

prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…

*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*

warning! mentions of a fight, swearing

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☆ let the fight begin ☆

“you made it!” his cheery voice echoed across the small hall.

“of course we did, childe! we wouldn’t have missed this for the world, right y/n?” ganyu smiled at me, god her smile’s so pretty

i nodded towards her before quickly wishing childe good luck as he was dragged away by his coach. i’m honestly a bit afraid for him, i know childe is a good and very capable fighter but, it would still hurt so much to see him getting hurt in anyway.

guided by ganyu, hu tao and i found our seats as more people began piling in. the crowd soon consisted of friends and some family of the boxers, curious students from our university and even a few of the professors turned up.

the seats next to me sadly weren’t empty so i couldn’t stretch out like i wanted too. however, it quickly became clear to me who was sitting in those seats.

those tuffs of black and teal hair made it undeniably obvious; xiao. he was an IT major known for being extremely quiet and almost quite rude, though frankly being friends with scaramouche makes it hard to find anyone else rude. he was scrolling through his phone when we sat down, the seats next to him were empty though from the looks of it people were going to be sitting there. bags, coats and all kinds of winter wear were lined up neatly infront of each seat. now i like to keep warm sure, but i highly doubt all of those belonged to just xiao.

my thoughts were cut short when a loud voice began booming about all the different kinds of slushies they had. the twins had arrived, along with 3 other people i couldn’t quite make out. aether continued to enthuse about these wonderous slushies as the 5 new people began shuffling in next to xiao.

finally, i could begin to make out all of their faces.

aether and lumine were the first i saw, and they were the only ones not currently trying to get to their seats, i assume they’re sitting at the end of the row. lucky bastards. next was gorou, a humanities major with beautiful ginger and white hair, it’s clear he takes a lot of pride in the way his hair looks. finally, 2 final boys squeezed in, one next to gorou, who i quickly figured out was albedo, the nice biochemistry major who offer a lot of tutoring sessions in subjects he doesnt even take. he so smart it’s actually kind of crazy, almost unhuman like. then there was one next to xiao.

holy shit, that’s kazuha.

i really didn’t think he’d like something like boxing-

though in all fairness i’m only here for childe, so perhaps he’s the same.

or he loves watching people fight, who knows.

my attention was swiftly snapped from the pretty blonde when the first round was announced.

tartaglia vs. osial

round 1

…of 10

and then the winner fights someone else.

this is gonna be long.

finally, after 5 rounds (all won by childe), a break was given for the fighters. im pretty sure that doesn’t tend to happen in boxing but, because they’re both only uni students, it has to be given.

ganyu and hu tao, quickly excused themselves to the bathroom, though if i’m being honest i’m almost completely certain that hu tao’s only going because lumine went a few seconds ago.

i pulled out my phone and began mindlessly scrolling through twitter and instagram as the people around me began shuffling around. they probably need the bathroom or a drink.

however, i didnt notice how only the majority left.

it took his words for me to realise.

“and then there were two” he mumbled so lightly i hardly even heard him. i turned towards the sound of his voice only to find that indeed all of kazuha’s friends had left aside from him.

there was only kazuha and i left on this row.

“oh- hey, sorry i didn’t realise” i chuckled lightly

oh theres that melodic laugh of his again, “it’s alright” he shuffled into xiao’s seat next to me “are you here for childe too?”

“hm? oh yeah i am, are you? i didn’t realise childe are you were friends” i smiled lightly at him as i placed my phone back down, i don’t want to seem rude damn.

“ahh yeah, i’ve known him for quite a while now. though we don’t get to talk as much as usual”

i frown slightly “oh, why’s that?”

my eyes widen a fraction, oh shit. shit. shit! i can’t ask things like that! what if it’s private? or embarrassing for him? or for childe? god he’d kill me if i embarrassed one of his other friends or worse, childe himself-

before i could freak myself out even more, kazuha smiled and responded “we both just got quite busy, but i do enjoy these times when i can see him”

god he’s so sweet. his voice is just undeniably soothing, i swear every worry i had prior just floated away.

that calmness was quickly eradicated.

the screeching of the whistle ruined it.

the sixth round was beginning.

our friends quickly began appearing again, but kazuha didn’t make an effort to move. even when xiao returned, he just lightly smiled to him and turned back to the match.

xiao didn’t seem too bothered, well he never really does, as he swiftly sat down in kazuha’s seat.

the fight was long but, atleast i had someone to talk too. while, my friends were next to me they were way too engrossed in the match to want to talk even a little bit, but kazuha just randomly began whispering things about the match to me. things that were going wrong, excitement over childe landing a good punch, laughing at all the silly faces that each fighter made after getting punched.

he’s actually quite entertaining, quite funny.

maybe we could actually be decent friends.

atleast, then i wont have to be alone in the library right?

a/n - omggggg this took way too long for me to write lol, im quite literally the ruler of procrastination😎 but, here ya’ll have it! chapter 4!! i hope ya’ll enjoy it! i think i say this every time but i really do mean it, i appreciate all of ya’ll’s continued support of this series! and thank you all so much for getting me to 100 followers!!🫶🫶

(i literally threw up and had my cat pull the christmas tree in my room down onto my other cat while writing this-

they’re both fine dw but good god a lot happened while trying to write this PFFT-)

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15 questions

I was tagged by @fangbangerghoul!

1. Are you named after anyone? My first name is from a dream my Mam had where she had twin babies, a giant boy with no name and a tiny girl with my name, she went into premature labor a couple of days after that dream. My middle name is for my great grandmother.

2. When was the last time you cried? I genuinely can't remember. Not sure if that suggests I'm happy, or callous. Or both. It's probably both.

3. Do you have kids? No, and no plans to have any.

4. What sports do you play/have you played? I'm training for a 5k right now but it's not going very well...shin splints...kill me. I used to play badminton with my friends but only one of us knew the rules so we called it Yu-Gi-Oh because we were convinced he just made them up as he went. When I was a kid I did horse riding and figure skating.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Putting a sarcastic answer here would be too obvious. I do but I'm also pretty bad at reading it in others which can be awkward.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their manners, especially if it's a highly coded situation. Politeness is important to me. In more informal situations probably patterns of speech?

7. What’s your eye color? Brown, sometimes green in summer.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies 100%. Love a tragedy, love horror.

9. Any talents? I belive in hard work more than talent, but I guess I'm fairly good at putting in the work?

10. Where were you born? That's a security question, mate. No way.

11. What are your hobbies? Video games, tabletop rpgs, going to the theatre, reading. I write both professionally and as a hobby so that's kind of a strange blurred line.

12. Do you have any pets? The beautiful Miss Loonie.

13. How tall are you? Fucking tiny. Five foot. That's it.

14. Favourite subject in school? In high school? Drama. In university? My favourite post-grad class has probably been worldbuilding which focused on writing for science-fiction, fantasy and horror.

15. Dream job? I was having an interesting conversation about this the other day. I don't have a dream job anymore, no allusions to a title or a place on the ladder. I just want to make lots of cool stuff, and get it out in front of an audience. I want to work in a bunch of different forms and try things out. So I guess the dream job is being a prolific enough writer that people will give me the chance to take on that sort of portfolio career? I tag @doxieandthedead, @nyda-the-tav, @brave-little-avocado-toaster if yous are up for it!

#shouting into the void #tag game

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Are people seriously trivializing Starscream's treatment towards the Seeker twins? Starscream's first major appearance outside of his cameo in ‘Decoy’ had him shoving Novastorm out of the way to get the Allspark from Megatron, despite the fact that the action was completely unnecessary and counterproductive because it could have weakened Novastorm's hold on Megatron.

In the first few minutes of ‘What Dwells Within’ it is obvious that Starscream puts his safety before that of others and he even shoved Skywarp out of the way. The Seeker twins were shown to be becoming easily intolerant of Starscream's behaviour towards them, they even called him out for it! Once again, Starscream doesn't hesitate to run up ahead of the Seekers and the Malto's and we saw a crucial moment where the former actively choose to go a different route— this was a purposeful decision because naturally predators would go after a singular prey rather than a group. It's what Starscream would do.

Fortunately for Starscream, Hashtag is a good person and risks her own safety to help him (Jawbreaker, Mo and Robby also tried to go back but the door shut too quickly for them to follow), she argues that the others wouldn't have abandoned them and confronts Starscream about his treatment of others while also acknowledging his abuse. Seemingly, never having his abuse acknowledged or believed he then proceeds to step in front of Hashtag to protect her from what he thinks is the Dweller. His first selfless action. He then reacts in shock when he notices that the Seeker twins didn't leave. He expected the other Malto siblings to return but he was genuinely shocked that Skywarp and Nova Storm came back for him.

At the end of the episode Starscream departs with the two of them who were presumably waiting for him to talk with Megatron. While it is likely that "safety in numbers" also came into play, we saw that they were becoming intolerant of his treatment towards him and there would be no reason for them to stay with Starscream but in my opinion at least the show made it vaguely clear that Starscream is going to make amends for his behaviour and treat the Seekers twins better. I feel the need to point out that Starscream didn't want to go with Megatron (who treated him badly) because the latter made him feel unsafe but the Seekers (who were treated badly by Starscream) chose to remain with Starscream despite his treatment towards them. It felt like they were giving Starscream the opportunity to make amends and the show was leaning towards Starscream personally having to reconcile his relationship with the Seekers and how he treated people before facing Megatron in the future because it's definitely going to happen.

The irony is that to diminish how Starscream treated Skywarp and Novastorm, would be to diminish Starscream's character. He continued the cycle and almost definitely would have kept continuing it if Hashtag hadn't made him realize the error of his ways, much like Dot and Megatron— and that's the beauty of it! It's a parallel! Megatron saw Dot exhibiting compassion for his own soldiers and helping move his wounded, which made him realize his terrible and/or dismissive treatment towards them. While Starscream received compassion and understanding from Hashtag, making him realize he was doing the same thing as Megatron!

If Starscream can realize his treatment towards the Seekers twins wasn't good, then why can't the fans?

Honestly, as upsetting as it can be, I understand why. A lot of people, myself included are extremely protective of Starscream because Starscream's narrative has never taken this route. There has never once been a time when Starscream's abuse and trauma at Megatron's hands has been taken seriously to the point where he is defended. And not just defended, but the abuse is called out.

That said, I think that , after wanting that for so many years, a lot of people take any crtiqiue of how Starscream' treated people - especially the Seekers, as us saying a.) he deserved is abuse at Megatron's hands or b.) us saying that we don't believe what he went through. A lot of people are seeing any critique directed at Starscream and his treatment of others as an attack on his character because, like i mentioned before, it is the first time Starscream's abuse has ever been taken seriously, and hasn't ever been made a joke.

That said, while I understand and while in the past I admit, I have been like that (especially in regards to TFP Starscream, I used to be very upset when people would bring up how badly he treated Knockout, and called him abusive because it was hard for me to accept that Starscream himself was repeating the cycles of abuse. BUT to deny his treatment of Knockout would be unfair to both characters), I think that it is a huge disserivice to Starscream and the Seeker twins to say that Starscream didn't treat them poorly because it is canon. And talking about this doesn't diminish the abuse he went through, but it's also a point that was highlighted in the episode and during his conversation with Hashtag.

Because Hahstag mentioned it and called it out, and because aside from Starscream's abuse being properly addressed, the whole point of that episode was also to call out Starscream's actions and to stop him from perpetrating the same abuse that Megatron implemented on him. That is an integral part, and this also brings up a discussion about abuse victims and how fandoms tend to percieve valid abuse victims as always having to be these sweet, innocent perfect angels that can do no wrong, and if they aren't, then their abuse isn't valid or meant to be taken seriously.

Thats what I am seeing with Starscream.

Most people who are against holding Starscream accountable do not understand that abuse victims aren't always perfect. Abuse victims can be mean, they can be cruel, they can hurt others because of their trauma, and they can even start out as bad people before their abuse. Abuse victims aren't going to be innocent all the time, in fact, many times we aren't.

Even as a victim of abuse myself, I constantly find myself having to struggle with being violent or being manipulative because of what i've been through in the past (luckily, i am not violent at all but, i have to always deal with insturisve thoughts of violence because of my abuse!) That doesn't make me a bad person or mean that my abuse shoudln't be taken seriously.

Likewise we have Starscream - Starscream and I aren't the same with how we treat people at all, but a lot can seriously be said at the fact that no, Starscream isn't this sweet, innocent bean who has done no wrong. he has actually done a lot of wrong, and we even see--as you mentioned in Earthspark, he was not kind to the Seeker twins at all. In fact, he was cruel to them, wiling to let them die. He was not above physically hurting them whether it be pushing or shoving or even KICKING and if that is something that he's done constnatly, then yes, that is abuse and it is a cycle of repeated abuse.

And guess what? Despite what ive said above - that does not mean that Starscream's narrative of abuse is invalidated at all. Starscream is still a victim of abuse, Starscream still deserves healing, clarity, community and support. The thing fandom needs to understand is that bad people can be victims of abuse, and that doesn't mean they deserved their abuse at all.

In the same note, even Megatron HIMSELF is a victim of abuse and as we see, not only was a genocidal warlard, but because of his abuse he turned around and abused Starscream. And that said, Megatron still doesn't deserve the abuse he recieved, but at the same time he 100% is responsible for how he treated Starscream and needs to make up to him.

The cylce is literally repeated with Starscream.

Like you cannot watch the episode and see Hashtag call out Starscream and not think that he has to change, or that that was an important part. Starscream being compared to Megatron, is ABUSER and that being called out and highlighted is not something that can be ignored or talked away. That is an important part, for us to realize that Starscream has to change.

Because yes, Starscream goes through abuse in every continuity, but he also hurts other people and never changes, which has made it incredibly difficult for people to actually empahtsize with him. So if we are going to applaud Earthspark for how it handled his abuse, then we are going to have to also applaud it for the fact that unlike other continuities, Earthspark makes him change and makes him be held accountable while also validating his abuse.

Again, bad people can be abusers. that does not mean they deserve their abuse.

Lastly, I think we can't ignore that there is a lot of misogyny that plays into this. Because if we had guy!Skywarp and if Nova was a guy, then i don't think people would be passing off us talking about their mistreatment as 'babying' them. Fandoms, eps tf fandom, does this thing where they pretend to care about fembots, but then don't really give a fuck if they are treated bad by male characters and can easily write it off of make it funny. Or use their suffering as a way to woobify said male character.

This part you've said really makes sense to me: " The irony is that to diminish how Starscream treated Skywarp and Novastorm, would be to diminish Starscream's character. He continued the cycle and almost definitely would have kept continuing it if Hashtag hadn't made him realize the error of his ways, much like Dot and Megatron— and that's the beauty of it! It's a parallel! "

Because if Hashtag didn't say anything, he wouldn't have changed. And also, a huge aspect is that people mention that Skywarp and Nova stayed with Starscream so that had to mean he was treating them good, but that's not true. He is their leader, they have no choice BUT to follow him because they don't know anything else. So of course they're going to stay with him. In Dweller episode was quite literally when they made the choice to leave him, but only returned when they were with the Terrans.

Going back to your point is that Starscream had to change, because again, not all abuse victims are going to be perfect and healing from trauma if you've hurt people means humbling yourself, and admitting you've done wrong and hurt others. And we need to see him change, because if he changes and doesn't hurt others it MEANS that he is also healing and he is also growing and finding support.

And yes, as much as people don't like to admit it, Starscream and Megatron are parallels, they have been since IDW! The same way Megatron had to change, prove himself, and protecting those he hurt (albeit my man has a loong way to go with Starscream), Starscream has to do the same with his trine but also others he's hurt as well.

WHEW I just agree with most of what you said, and it just highlights why I am so attached to Starscream, because I see myself in him.

And i apprecaite that his narrative of abuse is complex. I just wish fandom understood that abuse victims aren't always going to be these perfect people, because when you do that you make it very difficult for various abuse victims to be heard. And a lot of these idea perpetrate into real life.

#starscream #transformers earthspark #nova storm #skywarp #megatron

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lizhly-writes · 24 days

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welp. another weird au for you.

Dinner tonight was healthier than what Chen Lihua would grab on her own, but then again, dinner was always healthier when her brother was in charge. He was always better about eating well. Eating poorly, according to him, would mean that they’d have less energy to beat the shit out of people who were bothering them, which, well. Fair point.

“Eat more,” Chen Liwei said irritably, dumping a heaping portion of tomato eggs into her rice bowl. “You normally eat more than this, what’s wrong with you? Do you suddenly hate my cooking now? Hey, are you sick?”

Chen Lihua swallowed down the absolute first thing she wanted to say --- stop fussing, you’re never going to be Mom --- and instead said, “I’m just thinking, it’s not like I’m not eating at all.

“I didn’t know that you could think,” Chen Liwei sniped.

“I’m just thinking,” Chen Lihua repeated, “that we need to kill Shang Chun.”

Chen Liwei paused, halfway through bringing a teacup to his mouth. Deliberately, he set it down with a soft click. “Why are we killing Shang Chun?”

Shang Chun was one of their coworkers at the absurdly nice fancy restaurant that they worked at. A decent worker that got good tips because he was good at sweet-talking the rich people that ate there. Chen Lihua and Chen Liwei had both been annoyed by it --- both the groveling and by how well it actually worked. What was his secret into groveling his way into luxury? They’d both like to know, and Chen Lihua would absolutely try to smile her way into getting the answer if Shang Chun wasn’t scum.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” she said.

Chen Liwei scoffed. “If we killed everybody who looked at us weird, we’d be alone on this planet.”

This was true. A lot of people gave them weird looks. This was because they tended to have very strong opinions upon meeting either of the Chen twins. Unnaturally so, Chen Lihua had thought. She had spent some time wondering if they were cursed by the universe. Their relationships… never turned out great.

Speaking of which.

“Shang Chun likes you,” Chen Lihua said.

It was obvious enough. Longing looks, that eager way he stood to attention whenever Chen Liwei needed something. Shang Chun, out of all their coworkers, hung around Chen Liwei the most. He actually tried talking to Chen Liwei on a regular basis, despite the obvious downsides of Chen Liwei’s entire personality, and the one time he’d said something funny enough to make Chen Liwei laugh, Shang Chun had spent the rest of the day looking like he’d achieved nirvana.

It would be cute, if the Chen twins weren’t the Chen twins.

‘Like?’ That was too neutral of an emotion. ‘Love?’ As if they were that lucky.

There was no such thing as a happy ending for the Chen twins. Six years of disaster had taught them well.

“The fuck are you talking about,” Chen Liwei said, and then, a little more thoughtfully, “hmm.”

“And that’s why we have to kill him,” Chen Lihua said. “Before he starts with the crazy.”

It was nice being liked. Being loved, for a short while. People could be sweet, when they wanted to be, all beautiful words and gentle touches. It felt good, having someone think you were important, precious, the best thing in the world.

And then it would go horribly wrong.

Chen Liwei took it harder than Chen Lihua. For all that Chen Lihua was outwardly nicer, it was Chen Liwei that was the optimist. Chen Lihua found silver linings; it was a different thing than having hope. For all that he bitched, there was still that little tiny part of him that hoped things would be better. It was, oh, maybe about 2% of him, that hoped that maybe this time would be different --- that maybe their newest suitor wouldn’t turn into an obsessive maniac or die a horrible death.

It had never happened so far. Chen Liwei got so angry whenever people disappointed him like this. He was losing hope. Chen Lihua wished he would lose it quicker; the more he hoped, the more he was setting himself up for disappointment.

You took what the universe gave you. If it was some infatuated fool longing for their company for a few months, fine --- enjoy the attention while you could, and sharpen your axe for when it started going bad.

After all, the only people the Chen twins could ever trust were each other.

“Murder is illegal,” Chen Liwei said, one corner of his mouth turning down. He’d been fond of Shang Chun. Chen Lihua had been fond of Shang Chun, too, but she’d known better than to get attached.

“Aw, did you like him back,” Chen Lihua jeered, and ducked when he swatted at her head.

“Shut up, who likes who?” Chen Liwei snapped. “Fucking as if.”

“Getting so worked up when I say we need to kill him,” Chen Lihua said.

Chen Liwei snorts. “What, you've got a plan?”

“I’m just saying. It’s only illegal if we get caught.”

#transmigrated as the female lead's villain fiance: the chen twins #chen lihua #original yang haoran #my writing

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awritersometime · 8 months

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She indeed likes it

Bette and Dot x fem reader

(it's nothing really, just pure fluff) Hey! I was feeling guilty for disappearing so long so here I am with a old draft of mine. I'm preparing the last exam of my life last minute and I'm hoping to succeed🤞🏼😭

brief summary: You like the twins and the twins like you, and also that adorable laugh of yours.

There's a comfortable silence in the tent with the twins. Both are busy scribbling in their diary as I try to focus, without much success, on the script Elsa wrote for me. I can't keep myself from looking at them. I'm mesmerized by their souls, that I've developed such strong feelings for both. Nothing is too hard or impossible when they are close. Like right now, together we lean against the headboard and share the same tranquility. They understand me better than anyone else. And I understand them in return. They've become an essential part of my life that I just can't do without. Their friendship means everything to me, although sometimes I wish it was more than that. And I know that spark I've been craving for a while now, is there. Stubbornly, I believe it's there, but it's just too shy to come to light. To put a label on something that has always come so naturally is scary, but it goes without saying that there is something going on among us.

Goosebumps rise upon my skin, when Bette lets out a quiet giggle, having noticed my insistent look upon her. I bite my bottom lip, quickly averting my gaze and mentally cursing myself for being so obvious. I've been staring at the twins' profile for some time now, unable to keep focusing on the lines, that suddenly looked like Arabic on my legs. I was supposed to learn them by heart for the show. Bette turns to look at me, deep down loving the fact that I'm so easily flustered around her and her sister. Dot, being an empath, feels the exact same tingle of her sister, that makes her stop scribbling in her diary.

"Can't focus on the script, I see", Dot teases me. Bette tries so hard to contain herself, when I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, "Too busy staring", she adds, and my face turns as red as a tomato. I scoff lightly, "I am NOT", I emphasize on the last word, trying to sound convincing. But it falls upon deaf ears.

Bette, noticing my sudden embarrassment, sighs softly, "Don't be like that", she tells Dot, who hums lightly, with a growing smirk playing on her face. A twinkle lights up her eyes and I can tell she is enjoying every second of that. Bette's hand comes resting upon my knee and it immediately has the power to soothe my heart. They have good intentions, they always do. Even if Dot acts like that, deep down I know how much she cares for me. She showed me countless times. Sure, her approach isn't as sweet and open like her sister, but I loved her exactly because she was different. When I cry or feel sad, she doesn't need to say anything to uplift my mood. While Bette soothes me with loving words and affection, Dot simply sets aside everything to listen. There are many ways to show someone you care, and I think they both did in their own special way.

"It's alright, Bette, she is right", I add softly, finding some determination to stand up to her sister. Dot quickly turns to look at me, and I enjoy the way her eyebrows rise in astonishment. She clicks her tongue, and I keep her gaze with playfulness in my eyes. Bette blushes and giggles cutely at the interaction.

"I can't help it, if you two are so beautiful", I continue in a sing song voice, at the same time fighting the sudden heat on my cheeks.

Bette can't contain her excitement, while Dot freezes for a moment, trying to process my words. A lump form to her throat and she quickly swallows it. A whirlwind of emotions comes knocking at the doors of her heart and she feels the urge to scold her sisters, believing it's her fault she is feeling so messed up.

"T-thank you", Bette replies with that adorable smile of hers, she takes my hand in hers and that's when I finally blush from head to toe, "So are you. Dot thinks the same, but she is too stubborn to admit it"

I chuckle softly at that, and Dot just groans, but the fact that she doesn't deny it is enough proof to me.

"You should feel her heart. It's going wild!", Bette continues in a whisper, pushing Dot's buttons maybe too far. I bite my bottom lip and a nod carefully in her direction, but the brunette is too busy throwing daggers at Bette to notice my expression.

"Shut it, will you?", she spats, nudging at her.

Bette frowns and whines, "Ouch! You hurt me!"

I can sense Dot is trying hard to keep control of her emotions, of her sudden rage at her sister for having exposed her feelings. "Girls, come on", I try to interject, but she precedes me, "If I were you, I'd better choose my next words", she continues sternly.

Bette gives her a dramatic eyeroll, being used to her empty threats.

"Alright, let's stop this. We both know how it ends", I say placing my hand on their lap, and grazing both their knees alternatively, so that none of them feels left out.

"She knows you're a pathetic little thing"

"Oh shut up, Dot . You're not almighty"

"Are you two done with the mental argument?", I scoff a little. I saw it coming in the exact moment the twins started looking at each other with dangerous insistence. I love both so much, but it pains me to see how often they bicker, especially when, most of the time, I'm the matter of their arguments. And I know it's their thing. Their special way to communicate, but sometimes I can't help but wish they wouldn't do that. It makes me feel as if I could never really be part of their world, because of their zoning out.

"I don't need to be to keep you at bay"

"What? You insensitive little-"

"I suggest you stop there"

"Alright, keep talking you two", I roll my eyes and lie back on the mattress, the script on my lap long forgotten. It probably fell on the floor, but I can't really be bothered. I don't have the heart to memorize it now.

I pout and suddenly I feel Bette and Dot's eyes on me. I always know when they stare at me, even if I don't stare back. Their gaze is so intense, my entire body reacts before I can have a say.

"See? You did it again. Now she thinks we don't care about her"

"How is this my fault, Dot?"

"Because it always is!"

Bette lets out a soft sigh and she reaches out her hand to touch me. "Don't ignore us, please", her voice comes out so thin and smooth, that it's not hard to imagine her bottom lip wobbling as well, "We are sorry", she continues and Dot turns with sigh, when Bette pokes her.

I'm not really mad, but I feel like standing my ground a little more, just because, I want them to know what it feels like when they zone out and I can't enter their thoughts. The twins' body moves to lie down on the stomach, "Y/n, pleaseeee", Bette is growing impatient by my obstinacy, and I can tell by the way her voice sounds.

Her face is so close to my side profile, that I struggle to keep a serious expression. She frowns and I feel her breath warming up my skin.

I almost crack a smile, but then Dot starts talking, "You're being a big baby". I had to admit it, she's got a nerve. But hell, did I love her regardless.

Gasping and turning to face her, I snap childishly, "That's not true!"

Both twins share a content smile, happy to have caught my attention. I groan and rub my eyes with my fingertips, muttering some complaints under my breath. The twins crawl on top of me, towering over me, like they always do when they want something from me.

It's incredible how despite being identical twins, I can recognize one from the other just by the expression on their face. Even the same feeling is portrayed differently by them. If they are amused, one would simply laugh openly, maybe have tears in their eyes, whereas the other would grin mischievously and sweep her tongue over their lips.

Bette knows what she is doing, and she starts giggling, and when I tentatively ask what's going on, she says, while stroking my cheeks, "You're cute even when you're grumpy"

Dot, on the other hand, traces the line of my hip with her fingernail, causing a ticklish sensation to rise over my body, "But she is even cuter, when she smiles, isn't she?", she grins, eyeing her sister.

They know what happens when they do that, so I can't help the thought that they're doing this on purpose.

"N-no, w-wait- Ah!", I say, hardly suppressing a fit of giggles, when their touch persists. They know I'm probably the weakest ticklish mess to ever exist, and too often they use the notion to their advantage, but mostly when I'm being unreasonable to them. I guess that was one of those moments. But the truth is, there is also another reason why they like teasing me that way. It's something intimate that only happens among us, special like our bond.

"You mean, keep going?", Dot fakes innocence, a tone that doesn't really belong to her and that makes me feel funny even more, "Are you sure you can take it?", she keeps teasing me, and Bette's giggles mix with mine as she starts tickling my belly. I squirm and squeal, but their body keeps me trapped there. While Bette tickles my skin with playful pokes and soft brushstrokes, Dot is more meticulous and finds her way under my shirt in between my ribs.

I can't help the tears falling from my eyes, "Alright, I-I'm so-sohohrry!", I apologize and I'm not even sure why I'm doing it, but the ticklish sensation is driving me crazy.

Dot mutters something that looks like "good girl", but in my head turns into "good pet".

"Dot, look!", Bette squeals in delight, as she sees a familiar wagging under my butt. I blush vehemently, and I accept the fact that my tail is out of control now. It escapes my baggy pants and wags wildly, because of their teasings.

Finally, they stop tickling me.

"Gods, you're terrible!", I exclaim, still smiling.

Grinning to one e other, they slightly pull away, letting me catch my breath. I sit up and the twins share an accomplice's look, fully believing that I enjoy that treatment, to which I reply with an eyeroll. Bette's fingers reach out to stroke the fur on top of my tail, but I go before her and playfully wag it under her nose and chin, offering her a little tickle in return, "I'll get my revenge", I promise, with a full smile on my face.

"I'm shaking!", Dot jokes, and her sister giggles.

I say nothing which is saying something. Dot's smiling fondly. Neither of them has ever showed fear or disgust in my regards and that's something priceless to me. I scoop closer to them, suddenly feeling the need of a cuddle. They get the message and while Dot unexpectedly peppers kisses upon my forehead, Bette keeps stroking my tail, like a child who's been given a new doll to play with. It feels so soothing and relaxing that I close my eyes, humming and feeling content. Safe most of all. There I was known as the foxy girl, but in my head I was their foxy girl.

Screw the labels, that was heaven.

"She, indeed, likes it", I hear Dot say to Bette, while she lightly scratches my arm.

And I'm not ashamed to admit that she was right, as I sigh contently with a smile.

#american horror story #freak show #bette and dot #bette and dot tattler #bette and dot tattler x reader #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #cute #tickle fic

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imperiuswrecked · 7 months

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you mentioned in one of your asks about the issues in previous scarlet witch solo. I get we got 100th parental reveal in that(and that to with problematic black story), but what were the other issues?

If you want a better take on this then I think this post might help you out because I don't want to speak over Roma fans when it comes to how the series handles Romani heritage.

I personally feel that Robinson went too far into this "magical g*psy witch" writing and reinforced that by giving Wanda a whole new mother and made it so that the Scarlet Witch title was something Natalya also had when the title of Scarlet Witch was given to Wanda by Magneto. Also I feel that his take on Pietro and Wanda's relationship actively harmed both characters.

Under the cut because it's a bit long~

There's a thing that writers do that drive me absolutely insane, they take a female character and in order to show her as this "strong independent woman" they have the closest male character (or sometimes just any male character) say something ooc; something to oppress them/gross them out/try to overpower their choice and then have the female character slap them back either physically or verbally. The use this moment as a defining moment for the female character, "see? she totally stood up for herself and isn't some meek woman! girl power! girl power!" Except Wanda was never a meek character, and Pietro isn't some controlling sociopath of a brother who can't stand the thought of Wanda being this independent woman who doesn't listen to her brother. I just feel the series is racist in different ways including making Pietro out to be this MoC who controls the women in his family. So issue #9 is one of the worst written things I've ever seen for the Maximoff Twins relationship and I hate it with all my heart. Robinson didn't care that Pietro and Wanda made choices together, he didn't care that Pietro listens to Wanda, he doesn't care about what really happened with House of M, how Pietro wasn't using Wanda for his own gain. I understand that as a fan of both characters Pietro is often used to uplift Wanda's character, but this was just terrible.

Also I personally hate the 2015 solo because a lot of mcu wendy fans latched onto it and used it to fuel their racism against 616 Wanda and her fans, wanting only to focus on her being a "white witch". The solo starts off with Wanda going around trying to heal magic, she travels to and interacts with other forms of magic/magical beings such as Hecate from Greece or to Ireland etc. As she goes on her travels she deals with issues of magic going bad and her own issues and she worries if she's the one causing the magic to go bad because of her past, and I'm just really sick of Wanda constantly atoning for House of M and everything. So it's not just the 100th parent reveal but the fact that a white male writer is obviously writing about stuff he has no experience or place to write about and it perpetuates more stereotypes, and unlike in Quicksilver: No Surrender, Saladin using Pietro's history as a way to explain/draw readers into caring for the character and give us his backstory about his past/heritage, Robinson's take feels so hollow.

Like, it's a personal issue and I understand that the Maximoff Twins were being retconned because of the MCU, but the way the writer just dismisses Marya and Django like "oh they were just the people who raised me" like it meant nothing always annoyed me, compared to how Saladin speaks of their parents/their past. Like it's obvious one writer understood the characters and the other just didn't care to expand on them, just swept them aside for an oc.

To conclude I will say the only good thing about the Scarlet Witch solo was how beautiful the art was, and that was the only upside to the series imo.

#scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #maximoff twins #imp answers

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cutekittenlady · 1 year

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Oh obvious question that I don't think I've actually seen anybody ask? How long has Ingo been in Hisui? The most common answer seems to be like three or five but I've seen longer and shorter so I'm just kinda curious what other people's answers are. I think good options are like 1, 3, 5, 7, 10, 10+. Sorry if I'm being too specific or dictate-y, I don't have a tumblr and I've just been dying to know.

It really depends on the idea, but I tend to go with Ingo being in Hisui for around 10 years or so.

The way I see it it breaks down into the following points.

Ingo looks physically older and while that can be chalked up to stress or even the idea that he fell through time later in life, I still think it's a point worth considering. Between the bags under his eyes, his hunching shoulders, and his hair loss I think we're looking at the combination of natural aging and stress. Of course, I don't consider him elderly. I mean, the youngest Id be willing to buy is maaaaybe in his late 30s if he's a victim of early onset male pattern baldness, but I honestly think he's more likely in his early 40s bare minimum.

Ingos position in the pearl clan is a decent argument that's he's been there for awhile in my opinion. I don't think most of the clan would've been cool with an outsider as a warden if Ingo hadn't first spent a looong time being the helpful resident weirdo and consistently proving he kicks ass (in pokemon battling). I mean, he'd have had to prove he was trustworthy, contributed to the village significantly by learning skills and doing work, building up connections, learning the religious and cultural traditions of the clan, and of course training up a team tough enough that the pearl would've let him become warden. A lotta folks get around this by headcanoning that sneasler picked Ingo herself, but while that's a cool idea and I love it, there's no guarantee that's what took place or even if it would have been enough to get him the job.

This points tied in with the second one in the fact that Ingo wasn't exiled alongside the MC in the game. Now a lot can and has been said about that particular plot point, but it remains that the whole reason the MC gets thrown out is because at the time of the endgame it had been, at most, a year and even if they did all that stuff they still hadn't been around long enough to not be considered a stranger. The fact that we never hear anything about Ingo getting exiled says to me that he's been a member of the pearl clan long enough to not catch any of the same suspicion.

And finally, I just straight up think it makes for a more interesting concept. I mean Ingo being in Hisui for so long is sad, yes, but it opens a lot of very fun and interesting possibilities surrounding regaining his memories, going back to Unova, reuniting with his brother, etc. One of my fave ideas that I rarely see explored is the idea that all the time travel creates an age difference between the twins. I like the particular flavor of Ingo REALLY becoming Emmets big brother and how that potentially changes their dynamic. Or the concept of lost time; when exactly does Ingo get sent back? How much time does he lose or gain? What are the consequences of this?

Tbh I feel like folks are resistant to the idea of I go being older because they don't particularly favor angst and this idea is just too sad. Which, fair strokes, is fine. This is fandom after all. Id be lying if I said my views on this aren't heavily influenced by what I think would be fun to write/read. But it really doesn't have to be all angst. Ingo coming to terms with his time displacement and still appreciating all the friends and connections he made in Hisui, can be a beautiful way to explore the story.

But anyway I wrote this on a phone at 4 am so sorry if it's incoherent.

#pokemon #submas #pokemon legends arceus #legends arceus #subway boss ingo #pokemon ingo #warden ingo #ingo #subway master ingo

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j-a-n-e--d-o-e · 1 year

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My personal take on the sexualities of the Targaryen Family:

Laenor - kinda obvious but I'll put it anyway for the sake of completeness: Gay, so fucking gay that everyone knew and just politely pretended otherwise in public because of how powerful his family is.

Laena - we don't see her much but I'm going with Bi, no way she's straight with how pretty she is. she and Daemon definitely had some threesomes in Essos and experimented in the bedroom.

Daemon - Pan - this man has seen it all and probably fucked it all atleast once, I refuse to believe this man is straight but more than that he and to a lesser extent younger Rhaenyra make me believe the bullshit about the Targaryens using black magic to fuck dragons in order to become Dragon riders. Daemon gives off fuck around and find out vibes. Sometimes this is fighting, other times this is actual fucking.

Rhaenyra - Pan - much like Daemon she doesn't care so long as your handsom/beautiful but if it's more than just a quick fuck she also has a competency kink. Loyalty is a big thing for her too, probably a trauma response to Alicents betrayal and Criston's bullshit. A lack of monogamy isn't an issue to her so long as it's consensual but then that might not be so much a her thing or even a Targaryen thing but a Valyrian thing.

Aegon is a Hoe, he probably prefers woman but he's been drunk enough to accidentally fuck a man, be fucked by a man and maybe end up involved in some beastiality atleast once. Whether these all happened on the same night or at different low points is up to you.

Aemond - gay but he'd make an acception for Heleana if she ever looked his way - An absolute twat but prides himself on not being Aegon so probably has some kind of consent kink. Have you seen the way he looks at Daemon? Or even sir Criston? Dude likes men but could get it up with a woman if needs be. Then again much like his mother he seems to have a major hard on for 'Duty' so fuck knows.

Heleana - Ace as fuck and stuck with a man whore. The only good thing about her marriage to Aegon is that once he'd done his duty he ignored her for his whores and the servants. Can't say most men would do the same. She's kinda traumatised by the whole experience but glad they only had to do it a few times before she could get back to her bugs and later focus on her twins.

Viserys - Straight - likes to pretend he's adventurous but he's as vanilla as they come and if the shitty horror scenes of him and Alicent together are anything to go by he's Terrible in bed to boot.

Aemma - never had a chance to work it out, married Viserys way too young and was too devoted to ever look elsewhere. Viserys was enough for her and then he gutted her like a fish. Deserved better.

Rhaenys - Demisexual and Monogamous - woman met Corlys and that was it. He was her one and only and she was his. Absolutely Queen and deserved better than being looked over for fucking Viserys of all people

#hotd #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenys the queen who never was #rhaenys velaryon #laenor velaryon #lady laena #laena targaryen #daemon targaryen #king viserys #viserys targaryen #house of the dragon headcanons #headcanons #hotd headcanon

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whentheresmoonlight · 5 months

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Why Izuku reads as comphet.

I had so much fun writing about Katsuki reading as queercoded that I couldn't resist jumping in with my twin theory about Deku reading as comphet.

Disclaimer, this isn't to say that Deku is definitely queer or not heterosexual, it's just an exercise in reading him through a particular framing! IzuOcha is a cute ship!

"Compulsory heterosexuality, often shortened to comphet, is the theory that heterosexuality is assumed and enforced upon people by a patriarchal and heteronormative society." Thank you, Wikipedia.

With that in mind, I'll jump into the main crux the idea, which comes down to two things.

Izuku has not been socialized around girls his age

He doesn't know how to recognize and identify his own feelings

We see in the manga that Izuku and Bakugou's middle school is an all boy's school, and all of the flashbacks of them include only boys as their peers. So, at least through middle school, if not before, Izuku didn't spend much time around girls besides his mother. When you live in a comphet society, ideas are built up around what it means when boys and girls spend time together. Especially when these rules more unspoken, there's a level of anxiety that can be built up when you don't have practice navigating those social norms. That is what I believe we're seeing in Izuku when he first meets Ochako. As far as we're shown in canon, Ochako is the first girl Izuku has interacted with as a pubescent teen ever.

It's obvious in these early interactions that Izuku is feeling nervous. He responds in odd ways to Ochako, saying what he thinks is expected of him instead of what he would say to someone he felt more comfortable around. At the same time as Izuku meets Ochako, he speaks very frankly and with a lot of guts to Katsuki, his recent bully, but he completely withers around Ochako. We see this when he says Ochako can call him Deku, completely bug-eyed and red in the face, or we have a couple times where he's unable to speak at all.

Ochako is a girl his age, and a pretty one at that. Izuku acknowledges that she's cute as early as the first day of class. But, to me this informs his behavior as comphet rather than being evidence of a crush. Honestly, he seems too afraid of interacting with a girl to even dive into the feelings pool of having a crush. Rather, her cuteness is what makes her someone worthy of being nervous around.

Under comphet, one behaves one way around the opposite (apologies for the binary language!) gender, if they're seen as a potential viable match. Age is an obvious factor, which is why Izuku being close to his mom doesn't help his interactions with girls his own age at all, but attractiveness is a factor too. Our society diminishes people's sexuality and gender if they fall outside of the standard of beauty, be it related to aspects of size, race, age, and/or presentation. Under that idea, someone like Izuku would react differently to Ochako than, say, someone like Hagakure.

This is all to say, that comphet society has told Izuku that being around eligible girls is something that should make him nervous, because it has layers of unfamiliar social context around dating and all that comes with that. So when he indeed feels nervous around Ochako, he thinks that's the same thing as attraction.

I've made a post dipping my toes into the headcanon that Deku is not as well equipped emotionally as a lot of people think. I think Izuku's emotionally avoidant, and we see that from the beginning, where he gets his quirkless diagnosis and then completely doesn't deal with that for ten years. His plan is still to go to UA even when it makes zero sense to do so. Of course, processing something that big is a lot to ask of a 5- to 14-year-old, especially given that his mom doesn't help. Nevertheless, I think the emotional patterns that occur to him at that young age continue with him even after he gets a quirk and gets to be a hero. He completely spaces out when he thinks he's failed the entrance exam, he doesn't talk about anything he's going through with his mom, and the only way he can express his emotions in the early chapters is via explosive tear ducts when he's completely overwhelmed. At times later on, he doesn't express them at all.

So when it makes sense to him that the nerves he feels around Ochako are normal, that they're what he's supposed to be feeling, he accepts that without ever investigating if he has feelings for her or not (while she very much does investigate those feelings!). That is compulsory heterosexuality in action. I could get into my bkdk agenda now and say that these same habits are exactly why he wouldn't come to recognize his admiration as Katsuki for anything more than an All Might-esque admiration, but eh, maybe next time. (Let me know if you wanna hear that one, lol.)

As far as I've read, I don't think it's been made explicit in canon if/that Izuku has a crush on Ochako the same way it's been made obvious on her end. That isn't really what my thesis is in this post, even though it kind of seems like this. Whether Izuku actually believes that he's attracted to or has a crush on Ochako or not, I think that he thinks that he should, and that that's what his nerves are indicating. That's it. Tl;dr: For Izuku, pretty girls = nerves = attraction. And I think this is salient whether you ship IzuOcha or not, it doesn't really negate it or support it, and I hope that's clear!

#maybe i'm too acespec for this and for me it's impossible that deku would be into uraraka at first meeting haha #so keep that in mind when you think i'm nuts #deku's just a character who's not well socialized generally so it works especially well for him #deku #headcanon #comphet #meta analysis

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yanderefairyangel · 1 year

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Little theory time ! for Fell Xenologue so you know the rules

SPOILERS ALERT!!

Alright since the Fell Xenologue is a parallel dimension/mirror universe; a lot of player including myself have been wondering : did Nel and rafal had an analogue in this world too.

But before that, since I am gonna have to refer to them and that they have the same name, here is a little chart just to not lose you on my train

Alright here we go.

So if you recall Nel’s explanation, in her world Fell dragon are born as twins unlike in the MG world where fell dragons are just.. born. not necessarily as a pair of twins.

When the twins fight Sombron, Nel’s dialogue with Sombron is this:

Sombron : “You seem.. familiar”

Nel : “ If my face seems familiar you merely recall a child who is dead”

Basically, Nel deduced that her analogue existed since Sombron had a sensation of deja vu.

Howvever, that is the localization’s work. The original jpn dub is a bit different.

Sombron, upon seeing Nel said this :

which translate into this :

the idea is almost the same although in here Sombron doesn’t outright states he recognize Nel in some ways.

But her response is, this :

which translates into “The “me” of this world, is she... no, it would be naive to ask. It is obvious she is no longer alive”.

Here the semantics logistic makes Nel’s reaction seems a bit less logical : how could she knew that there was another version of her alive when Sombron did not finish his sentence ? in the localization it made more sense, here it is a bit mistamatched. I can only deduce that Nel assumed there was : 1) an analogue of hers 2) that she assumed that this analogue of hers would be a daughter of Sombron like she, in her own world is.

After all Zelestia, Madeline and Gregory’s reaction to Mauvier’s declaration and to fighting their 4 hounds clone pretty much prouved that they assumed that things in the MG world would be similar to XenElyos. Same thing for how they were surprised to find out that Alear is the child of this world Sombron and not a pure divine dragon contrary to their Fell Xenologue version.

Moreover, would Nel exist, rafal and Nil would too, however, when Rafal fight Sombron, Sombron says “Surely you are not my child, no more of them remains”.

In the jpn version, he says

which means

in short, Sombron doesn’t recognize Rafal as the analogue of his dead son, nor even have the sense of deja vu that could be seen within his meeting with Nel. He also doesn’t mistake him for this world’s Nil despite Rafal being clear as to how Nil and him looked similar.

Moreover, rafal says this :

In this dialogue, he wonders if this world had a version of his brother. makes sense : how is he supposed to know whether there was one or not when he is not even born in this universe ?

In this dialogue however, he seems to think there was or is another version of him, but like I mentionned earlier he had no way of knowing this.

Hence, the twins both Nel and Rafal simply assumed that there were alt version of them in the MG.

Moreover, comes the question of the age of the twins. They are like Alear and Veyle over 1000. By the end of the DLC, they are +2000 due to Nel being the sleeping beauty. However, their physical age is not mentionned in the datamine, though they do look a bit older than Alear who is 17 years old and their pact ring being uncensored mean they are at least over 17, so older physically than Alear.

When Past Alear meets Alear, they say this

She mentions her dead siblings : one older brother, one older sis, two younger siblings and then is more vague about the others.

In the jpn version, Alear says “onisama and oneesama” and the localization translated it to “a older brother and a older sister” to make it so that the audience understand Alear had more than 2 older siblings while the two young siblings mentionned are not precised to be twins but simply a cute “otoutou to imouto” the jpn word for younger brother and younger sister. Like I mentionned, Nel and Rafal and Nil would fit more the onee sama and oni sama but they could also fit the 2 younger siblings since we don’t really know their age however... nevertheless, Rafal mentionned that in his world, Nil died during the war of 1 000 years ago and at the time Nil, hence Nel and him, where still a child or at least did not reached adulthood yet. If you recall, in the MG world at this time, Alear was the only sibling Veyle still had around and according to Alear at the time we fight them in chapter 24, Veyle is still quite young, so younger than 16 years old physically and she was supposed to be the youngest out of Alear siblings, meaning that at the time, Nil and Nel would have been around the same age if they were effectively that young. But in Alear’s world, they did not die during the war since, I repeat, Alear was the only sibling remaining, while in Nel and Nil’s world, there were still many others siblings that survived this as shown through Nel’s recollection of killing some of them when she was an adult. Basically, the fact that the 2 war unfolded differently had the fell child died in different ways, meaning the some alternate version did not knew the same fate. Make sense, we are dealing with parallel universe, so a lot of differences would have happened. I can’t really compare those 2 events due to the profound separated nature of the 2 elyos but if it comes to little things like guessing the character’s age, i don’t see a problem. However, since XenElyos seems to have it’s own timeline that works differently as shown by the Rafal reviving session that took 1 000 years but was barely a week for Alear in their world, so by this token, this could mean that Nel and Rafal could end up being older in their own world then their analogue or that their analogue would have been older while they were younger. Regardless of this time distortion, would Nel and Nil have had analogue, and therfore rafal too, they were most likely kids at the time so younger than Alear and probably barely younger than Veyle.

BUT ...

Fighting with the DLC characters doesn’t trigger any conversation with Past Alear. If the twins fitted one of those 2 descriptions, you bet Alear would have reacted as they are acknowledged to be part of the siblings Alear did meet and not some that for some reasons they did not meet. If the twins were the younger siblings, it is obvious that Alear would have know them since she said “kawai” meaning “my cute little brother and little sister”.

“Why would Alear not knew her siblings though” ? Veyle and Nel support. another evidence. This supports open up with Veyle asking Nel if she is Sombron’s daughter saying she has been wondering ever since learning she was a Fell dragon. Meaning Veyle never meet this version of Nel, and therefore of Nil and Rafal. Nel on her side said she never met her version of Veyle and only heard of her through Mauvier. Meaning that some of Sombron children might never have gotten to meet. That seems a bit off, especially as in the DLC the recollection illustrations showed Nel interacting with her siblings, even killing some of them, so... yeah that’s a bit weird.

While for Veyle it makes sense as by the time all her siblings died she was very young and that Alear was her only remaining sibling during the 1000 meaning that Alear meet all their siblings before they died... you get the point.

Either did Nel not had a clone and therefore Rafal and Nil did not existed, or second scenario, there was a Nel but she was so different no one recogniezd her BUT rafal and nil did not existed.

Here is how I explain it; it is unlikely for all of Sombron’s children to have all had an alt version, notably as at least one of his kid’s xenanalogue had 2 different parents. However, if they did, one thing I am sure of is that their twin did not had an alt version

I think that in the fell twins world, each twin is a splitter version of one of MG Sombron’s child in the MG world. As you know, real twins are a split of one embryon, well it’s the same idea here.

Let’s look at the twins design

Nel has black hair and Nil and Rafal had white hair.

Meanwhile, Veyle

Her hair is a mixed of both. Hence I think that in the twins world, since Xenoveyle most likely did had a twin, her hair pattern was either fully black either fully white and that her twin has the complemenatry colour.

Another proof of this is Alear’s concept design

As you can see, Alear originally was envisonned to have the same hair colour as Veyle, hence that Fell dragon were first thought as all having monochrom dual hair.

Thefore, I think that In the OG world, Nel and Nil were actually one sibling and since Veyle could exist alone and as a dominant one when in the alt verse, she was most lilkely split into 2 existence, that means that the reason why Sombron is more familiar with Nel’s appearnce was that there was a monchromatic multihaired version of Nel who was Sombron’s child, therfore making her one of Alear’s many dead siblings

Something like this

I tried to draw her hair in the same tone as Veyle’s zebra hair, basically half her hair being black and the rest white. That would be the appearance of the Nel of the MG universe and in the alt verse she is splitted into Nel and Nil. Like I mentionned if this Nel were the same age as Nel when she was killed, this means she died a child, like Nil did during the war.

Another reason that makes me think this is that Nel’s og japanese name is El エル. While her half was Nil, Rafal’s name combined with it create a new name :

ラファール + エル : ラファエル

Rafal + El = Rafael

Hence, that Nel was not quite exactly the same existence but that there was a fell child who beared the same characterist as the fell twins because the fell twins are a splitted version of this child;

This is just a theory so I might be wrong and maybe Intsys just want to tease us with the possiblity that the twins might have or not have analogue in thsi world, but I think it’s pretty cool

What do you think of it ? Do you have any theories about this too ? what are your opinons on this ? do you think the fell twins had alt version ? if they did do you think those were also Sombron’s children ?

My ask box is open if you want to discuss about this so feel free to share your thoughts or some elements about this !

Edit : I also just thought about it but the twins’ rather complementary design as to how Nel is kind of tomboyish whereas Rafal/Nil are considered to be pretty bois make also sense as combined it gives them quite the androgynous features and Rafael is a name that can be unisex so open the possiblity. Not to mentions that their jpn names have the same pronociation as the french prounons for He/Il/Iru and She/Eru/Elle. Their complentary side in gender would quite confirm the idea. But hey, I have others theories for the twins’ alt self so...

#fire emblem engage #fe engage #fe alear #nel fe #nil fe #fe rafal #veyle fire emblem #fe veyle #sombron #fell xenologue #fell twins

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