#[sorry to those waiting on meme responses]

[faultfindingfirebot]

Static-y vocoder - check

Mild overheating - check

Zero energy - check

He’s crawling into berth and not coming out.

[theoddest1]

Let's Actually Talk About The Issues With Vivziepop

Okay, first off, hello you beautiful people! Sorry about this foreboding title, but I needed to catch y'all attention on this so I can break down the issues that I and many have with "Hazbin Hotel" and "Helluva Boss" creator, Vivienne Medrano. Now I am sure you all on here are already aware of at least a couple of the controversies that revolve around this particular creator and if you have seen my posts floating around already, some have been greeted with the problems surrounding her social media presence and just her overall as a person. I know seeing another callout on her seems very very tiring at this point, but I felt that a lot of the current callouts missed key details that were not at all addressed or properly delved on. I plan on shedding light on my issues with her and I hope you get where I am coming from when I say that she sucks.

BULLYING

Okay, I am starting off with Vivienne's blatant use of bully mentality, her agreeing or encouraging her fans to call people who see flaws in her works sub-humans or harass those who find issue or simply jest about her works trademark cussing and and overcrowded designs. She has had this issue for YEARS and refuses to grow up and act her age despite many telling her, even her own fans at times, that she shouldn't be acting so unprofessionally. Clearly, she doesn't care and thanks to her fanbase caring more about her feelings than her being better she feels as though she doesn't need to change or do better. This goes for her friend group as well, who defend her tremendously and act as though she is never in the wrong. Name one time a friend of hers called her out for acting childish, I'll wait.

Now, you're probably wondering, "Wtf could they have done to warrant such a response?"

Criticism...That's all they did. (White Text is random peeps they would speak with or maybe mutuals)

Keep in mind...they used to be a fan as well. They were also a minor at this point

But, Viv doesn't care, this person's critical yet harmless tweets about her shows is what lead to her painting them in a horrible light and making them out to be someone who has attacked her personally and as "nasty".

Rich coming from Viv since she is completely fine doing exactly that for "Ava's Demon". Not only does she criticize it, she takes a shot at the creator as well, but GOD FORBID others do the same towards her.

And according to someone who knew her well, it's all cause they felt creeped out by her.

Her hatred for criticism is so prominent that Ima makes that a section of its own. But let's get back on the topic of bullying.

Vivienne has a fanbase filled to the brim with pushy and overall annoying individuals who have harassed, threatened, disrespected, and wished harm on many people, all cause someone had a negative thing to say about Vivziepop's mid af show. One of the earlier known instances is the one revolving around a MEME of all things.

This was what started it all, and it led to both parties blocking each other and people being mad pushy and calling them an idiot and the like over their opinions. Now look, their take and you're opinion on said take is fine so long as you stay respectful and humane about it all, but don't dogpike someone all cause they think HH sucks. And while Viv can not control her fanbase, for they are not a hivemind (some of y'all act it tho, ima keep it real) she is seen here ENCOURAGING the behavior. Tell me how someone who doesn't even like your trash ass show has the sense to tell people not to harass others, someone with a smaller following, but not your grown damn near 30 year old ass?

Oh, but people wanna act like she can handle criticism, is a sweet person, and grew from her past experiences. Fam, she was 27 in this screenshot [December 16, 2019] and has shown no change from 2013 to fucking 2024. Over a decade of the same petty ass behavior, and keep in mind, according to several of her old friends and workers, she is worse behind close doors. WORSE. She's already acting like she got no damn sense out in the open, imagine behind closed doors.

Last but not least, a glimpse into her outright blatant slander towards Dollcreep, a once good friend of hers that she even visited and spoke with frequently!

She stated that they fetishized pedophilia yet according to the victim and friends of the victim who were once friends with Viv as well, Viv actually threatened to end their friendship if he hadn't drawn NSFW art of her character and his character having sex [Addi was 15 at the time this was drawn]

On top of that, she liked the post, something she didn't need to do. The art also depicted things she had regularly drawn on her own. Addi being tied up forcefully, being sexualized, being harmed to some degree through bondage, etc. The claim that she forced DC to draw this out is backed up by her own art depicting similar elements. Also, if my memory serves me well, Viv and Doll were 17-18 years old [Doll was 17 Viv 18] and have a 1-year age gap. The way Viv frames things here is as if DC was way older and imposed some sort of power over DC, which sources say otherwise. If anything, Viv had a LOT of control throughout all of this drama, which deserves its own section.

I'll be making posts that talk about the different issues regarding Viv, so one post isn't too long (this one is already lengthy enough) and that you can just pick at one post targeting certain issues around this creator.

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT with a reader who would literally get into a fist fight for them?? Literally, if someone even looks at them wrong reader will throw hands. It's literally that meme (Random person) "GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH" (MCYT) "it don't bite" "YES IT FUCKIN DO-" I'm sorry I'm feeling silly 😔

OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE THIS PROMPT AND THE REFERENCE TO THIS MEME LMFAOOO OH MY LORD BSHWJRHEJJAJW ; very vine oriented so I apologize. you threw me into a loop referencing that

MCYT ; "anytime, anywhere, I'd beat a bitches ass for you"

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, slimecicle, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, talk of blood/injuries, physical fighting, vine cringe because I got very carried away and you can tell

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he was one of those kids in high school that made light offensive jokes but would never fight anyone over anything, he's not a violent person at all other than in his jokes

but God forbid some random person look at you two weird in public, you're on their ass

you're more offended that they were judging Tommy at all, you couldn't care that they were judging you

"sorry, do you have a problem?" You squint your eyes at the person, "me and my boyfriend are just trying to shop and you keep following us around and staring, like, can I help you?"

just a teenage Karen

yall do take it outside when the motherfucker follows you out and begins to record you

you beat this fuckers ass to a PULP

Tommy's just holding the few bags of stuff you'd purchased staring down, jaw on the fucking floor like "Oh my God wtf do I do"

he had the vlog camera on so he kinda got it all on video before he pulled you away from the person

yall sprinted the hell away bc the security guards were running towards yall 😭😭

#neveridentified

#the person admitted guilt anyways and said they were planning to hurt you so no point in trying to track yall down for self defense

#i barely know the law shush

RANBOO

they just kind of accepted that you were like this

"I do not endorse violence unless you are y/n. I can't make them un-violent. I have tried, they're a vicious guard dog now"

hurricane Katrina? more like hurricane tortilla when you enter the building

yk the free style dance teacher vine? that'll be ranboo out in public and someone will stare at them all weird and you'll glare back

"walk away, walk away" you mumble, watching the person hurrily walk away as they see you like glaring daggers into their skull

your dynamic is the one vine that's like "Oh can I have a sip of your water?" and "It's not water or vodka, it's vinegar" "bitch what"

then you'll go make angsty edge lord posts to the one bojack horseman audio "I'm not a violent dog" and insert a clip of you beating the shit out of someone in high school

FREDDIE BADLINU

you post the "look at all those chickens" vine on your Twitter everytime you see a hate comment made for one of you

you love instigating fights w people online it's the funniest fucking thing

if you don't know how to reply to some dumbass edgelord response you'll just spam the guacamole vine until they shut up

"wait, why does y/n have so many soaps?"

"MIND YOUR FUCKIN BUISNESS DAVID"

Freddie's response to your violence is usually the saxophone seal vine. he genuinely laughs everytime he sees you fighting w someone online

sometimes you'll stream it while you wait for a response and while you're fighting online trolls who've been brainwashed by Twitter

"You're gay?!?!?!?11??11"

insert the "ms keisha dead" vine and the battle is over idk what to say

fight fire with fire I guess

NIKI NIHACHU

she hates yet loves that you'd fight ppl for her

oh, someone treated her wrong? you'll be trending on Twitter for fighting the person

#y/u/n will literally be at number 1 for a week

people edit the fight too

she appreciates it though, even though she doesn't exactly like to promote violence, she'll accept it from you

"Oh, don't worry about them, they're just a little... nervous around people sometimes"

"nervous? girl that mf is SNARLING at me"

you'll see a post that's like "me when someone tries to start shit w my s/o" and reply with the "hahaha I do that" vine

when I tell you she CACKLES reading online fights with people 😭🙏

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

"get the F off my yard!" proceeds to have to drag you away from situations where someone's actin a little funny in a /neg way

he genuinely thinks you fighting people for him is funny

he'll tell the stories on stream and to his friends like "dude they fucked this guy up, I honestly feel bad for laughing"

honestly most the time it's people victimizing themselves

like that one meme where the lady very obviously and fakely falls over that bench on LIVE TELEVISION.

he's your biggest supporter

he's the old guy from that one vine of the kid singing "Oh wait a minute mister postman" and he does the whole ass high note

"here's y/n fighting someone for idk what because they're talking to the police 😋"

you're a problem at this point

QUACKITY

you've physically fought so many wild racists for him it's crazy

he'll gladly cheer you on

"AHHHH COME GET YO DOG BRO HELP"

"Oh it don't bite"

you proceed to bite the bitch

online fights are usually responded w the purple teletubby twerking meme

"L don't be a weak ass racist pussy next time"

you fight Logan Paul for some reason??? Twitter drama mostly

don't worry quackitys there to watch

17-3 don't worry... ehehehrhahahha

when he tells you that you need to stop instigating fights you send him the "They ask you how you are but you just have to say that you're fine when you're not really fine" meme BAHDNHAHA

FOOLISH GAMERS

"YOU KNOW WHAT DUDE? IM OUTTA HERE" vine in a nutshell with you two. I can't explain this but it makes sense I swear

"whatd you do to your eyebrows?" meme except its "Whyd you fight that person!?" "I don't really know!"

Twitter fights are like "and they were roommates!" "ohmygodtheywereroomates" I swear to fucking god

you love instigating shit with Twitter trolls

when you stand up for him/reply to edgelord haters for him he replies with the "country boy I love youuuuuuu" vine

"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKIN MONEY!" vine with the law and order intro is literallt how physical fights go

let's just say some stalker edgelords tracked you guys down at the streamer awards...

HE AND PUNZ GENUINLEY CHEER YOU ON

here you go trending on Twitter again

[xjulixred45x]

When I think about Yandere Gojo I suddenly remember that Veronica open the door meme that used to float around in tiktok. So inspired by that may I pleasw get a Yandere Gojo request where his darling locked themselves in the closet and refusing to come out.

Maybe i could make a Drabble of this one of You're comfortable? This is such a good idea for a scenerio

Thanks for the Request!

Yandere! Satoru Gojo x Reader: Open the Door

-"knock knock"-

Reader had hurriedly entered their apartment, after having run for entire blocks, dodging people and constantly looking behind them since they had managed to leave Gojo's house. The one they were sure had been left unconscious by the seal they had managed to put on him.

But as soon as they heard those words as they closed the door, they knew they had to run again.

and they did it.

-"I'm sorry for entering through your window! Horrible manners, but you know how I am~"-

they heard him speak as he futilely fled to their almost empty room, since most of his things were in Gojo's house, they closed the door and left to the first place that came to their mind--

The closet.

If you can't beat him, at least entertain him so he doesn't kill you. they thought.

Satoru walked slowly towards his partner's room, seeing them without problem through the blindfold. He didn't feel afraid, he wasn't even a little worried, he knew they couldn't run away from him. much less now.

Although he admitted it, watching them try even knowing how futile it is was quite funny, look at them, pretty little thing, thinking they have a chance, hiding in the closet like a scared child. But there's nothing to worry about! He is here after all.

He entered to the room, turning his back to them as he sat on the floor.

-"Now now, (reader), why don't you just go out and we go home? You must be hungry after having run so much."-

-"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!! THE DEPARTMENT ALARM RINGED AND THE POLICE WILL COME!"-

-"we'll be gone by then..come on! you had your moment of "freedom"! come out and we'll forget about this-"--"why?"- (reader) abruptly cut off Satoru, surprising him, but no more than their question. .

-"Why what?...no, wait, I know what you mean"-

Satoru never understood many of his partner's actions.

The feeling was mutual.

Why did they reject his affection? Why didn't they see that he did all this for them? Why don't they just accept that they are meant to be his?

...why was Satoru doing this to them?

-"I am meant to be yours... and you are meant to be MINE...I am everything you need!"-

Satoru was a little surprised to receive no response after that. So he continued talking, waiting for a reaction or at least, that they would get fed up with what he was saying and respond to him.

-"I FINALLY met someone who gives me these kinds of emotions... even if you don't like this I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE UP ON YOU" - Satoru expected to hear even a sob from (the reader) but he was greeted again by the silence of the aisle..

-"You KNEW that I couldn't live without you! YOU forced me to do this! I can't do it alone! Why is it so HARD for you to accept me?!"- Satoru said as he turned around abruptly, losing his patience.

But then he noticed something that made him feel a strange sensation in his stomach, as he saw that through the closet door, (reader)'s body temperature was decreasing....

NO.....

-"(READER)!- open the- open the door please! (READER)! open the door!"-

No response.

-"(READER) can we forget that this happened and go back home? Can you say something...?"-

Satoru was in front of the closet doors, with his hands shaking as he tried to get (Reader) to answer him without success. He could see they were there but something was very wrong...

-"(READER) YOU'RE SCARED! I GET IT! NOW STOP THE TRICKS AND OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"- Satoru stood up from his kneeling position and prepared himself in case (reader) moved. They did not.

-"(READER) DON'T MAKE ME GET IN THERE! I'M GOING TO COUNT TO 3!!--

1-

2--

FUCK IT!"

Satoru didn't even have to move a muscle for the closet door to shatter in front of him, leaving (reader) exposed.

-"THE GAMES ARE OVER!"-

(Reader) had put a belt around their neck as tight as possible to try to kill themselves.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Satoru broke the belt too. They were practically unconscious, barely breathing, but it was fine. They were going to be fine.

Satoru felt that strange feeling disappear and a soft sensation came to him. Seeing them so helpless, he stretched out his hand and caressed their cheek lovingly.

Aw...what a scare they gave him...he will definitely have to take care of them more now. Maybe spend more time with them so they don't feel bad, especially after this, they're going to need it. Both.

-"NOW...let's go home, shall we?"-

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[very-straight-blog]

This might sound funny and cringey, but I feel like I lost something I cared about and now it's just sadness and depression. Like it's a TV show, I get it, but we waited 2 years and for what? To get the two worst episodes imaginable. I'm really starting to believe that Sapochnik was responsible for everything good in s1, bcz Condal and Hess ruined this show. S1 wasn't perfect and I didn't like a lot of things in it, but it still managed to keep me invested so I hoped that in s2 everything would be improved. And yet, I'm so terribly disappointed. Alicent's characterization makes no sense anymore, like they want so badly to show her as a bad mother and a hypocrite and really - after ruining bnc with Alicole sex now it had to follow with her not being able to console her son but hoping on Criston is a must do?? What sort of degenerates write this??

Aemond is also ruined for me and I would love to erase that crappy brothel scene from my memory. What was it for? To show his mommy issues, vulnerability... Idc. The dialogue was bad and they did him dirty with the angles and the pose. And now he's apparently going to be there *again* in e3 and we'll get full frontal nudity. Idk why the actor agreed to this since they are obviously making a joke and meme material of his character. Not to mention that he straight up lied in the promos about being loyal (if the RR leaks are true and I'm almost 100% sure they are). I get that they are told what to say, but a more general answer would have been much better than a lie. In brief, one of my favourite s1 characters is also destroyed.

Then Cole. My god, I only waithig for him to look at the camera and say "do you hate me enough already hahah?" He's the writers punching bag atp.

Helaena barely exists.

Otto is Viserys' fanboy and ofc, appalled by his grandson. It's not as he just has lost a son and was forced to take the crown in the first place by him and his mother, no less.

Aegon got more screentime and I love Tom's performance, but I'm not fooled. He is still depicted as weak, politically inept and rash. And he'll still be a bully, apparently. Just to justify his brother's treason. F*ck you Condal, Hess and whoever else is responsible for this mess.

Anyway, sorry for the rant. I just don't get how anyone can seriously praise this shitshow anymore. It could have been great, but the creators are obviously not up to the task which is now painfully obvious. I wouldn't mind the greens as villains, but don't write them as a walking joke. I'm quitting the show and would like just to forget about it. This adaptation of the Dance was a huge mistake.

I feel you! By the way, I haven't participated in any fandom life, I think, for 10 years or more, but thanks to HOTD, I started this blog, I write some critical (well, kinda) reviews, and English isn't even my native language. I've been waiting for the second season for two years and now I just feel tired and empty. So far, the only thing I've liked about these two episodes is Aegon's storyline, that's all. Everything else is bad, very bad, and judging by the leaks, it'll be even worse.

Firstly, the series has a very strange pace of the narrative. We didn't get a bunch of important plot scenes, and even those that remained were shown in a hurry, but at the same time we have many scenes like "Rhaenyra stares at the dust for three minutes", unnecessary dialogues and PAUSES between lines.

Secondly, again, an insane amount of important plot details are left behind the scenes and this is absolutely wrong. Aemond's return home, the family's reaction to what he did. Aegon's reaction when he learned of his son's death. Aemond's reaction when he finds out what his actions have led to. And so on and so forth. Many of the characters' actions are shown without context. Alicent fucks with Criston - cool, but can I have some additional information? How long has this been going on, what feelings do they have for each other, how have they developed, like, anything? The same can be said about the scene in the brothel - no context.

Thirdly, it's unclear what's going on with the characters, as if the screenwriters decided to make the greens the most unpleasant people in the world. So far, I only like Aegon and Helaena. I can't even say anything about Aemond, because his only dialogue scene is built around Daemon and Luke, damn them. I just can't.

Everything annoys me except Aegon lol. So yes, I understand you.

[hood-ex]

Your post about that dialogue from Gotham Knights (the game) made me think back on how much I miss Bruce and Dick's relationship tbh. Like obv it was never the healthiest thing ever, and Bruce was always emotionally constipated, but it always felt a little more... equal? Recently it's just felt so toxic, like Bruce will be an asshole, and Dick will be hurt by it but will still come back to him and will remove the burden of Bruce apologizing for anything from him. Like the scene between them in Nightwing 100, where Bruce is rightfully apologizing for his crap and Dick says he doesn't have to. I do like that scene (even if it was over the top), but that's not right. Like, no sir, he has a lot to apologize for lmao. But that's literally been their dynamic for so long. Whenever Bruce should be called out, Dick just forgives him and Bruce goes back to doing the same old shit again, and Dick forgives him again, and rinse and repeat.

Honestly, it feels like whoever wrote those scenes took a look at that one meme of Batman slapping Robin and said "hey, they like that, let's do that!" Like, you can't go a long time without Bruce hitting Dick. Because they think fans eat that shit up ig. They are so attached to their shock value Bruce and Dick fights and their image of brooding Bruce that they won't address their fucked-up relationship and won't change the status quo. We have gotten many scenes of them being great together and having sweet moments, but those all feel tainted by the rest of it. It's as recent as the amnesia arc where Bruce re-traumatized Dick and then didn't help him when he was living in his car and then pretty much emotionally manipulated him to become Nightwing again. Recent comics really have forgotten what Batman is about.

And it sucks, because Dick is my fave of all faves, but I also love the hell out of Bruce Wayne, and it's so sad to see him be reduced to this... only brooding, borderline abusive asshole. They won't let him grow or develop. I don't mind conflict, and I like that they have a complicated relationship. I didn't even mind Bruce punching Dick, because it's interesting. Once was fine, twice was fine, the same thing happening all the time without addressing it and with no change across years is kind of a problem. I'm only keeping up with the Nightwing run out of loyalty to my boy, but from what I've heard of the events that are happening outside of that, it seems that they are having issues again, and I'm waiting for the next Batman issue that features Nightwing to also feature another punch or something. It's always Bruce being coddled by the story and never being asked to make the step forward, it's always Dick that has to give in and make Bruce feels better about his flaws and free him of any responsibility for his actions even when it's time for Bruce to step up and grow up.

It's why I prefer the animated adaptations or the retellings. I think world's finest did a good job with their relationship, I feel like Robin: Year 1 from back in the day did too, and Young Justice animated for its many flaws has a solid dynamic between them. They still have a complicated relationship, but it isn't so dramatically awful. It allows for a more balanced and well-rounded portrayal of the character when you aren't pandering to some people by flanderizing the character ig. Anyway, sorry for ranting, you're like my fave Dick Grayson blog so I just wanted to share. Hope this wasn't a bother.

No yeah I hated that aspect of Nightwing #100. If TT wanted to do a scene like that, he should’ve built up a conflict between Dick and Bruce to give us some context as to some type of thing Bruce actually needed to apologize for. Then he could’ve had Bruce apologize, Dick accept the apology, and end it with that reconciliation.

Instead, he just had Bruce apologize like, “I’m sorry I failed you, I’m sorry I pushed you away, I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like I wasn’t proud of you,” which would’ve hit much harder if, again, they had shown some kind of recent conflict between Bruce and Dick to warrant that sudden apology. And for Dick to then express his own hurt and such over said conflict. And then for them to come to some reconciliation. But yeah it’s very unsatisfying for Bruce to just list things he’s sorry for, and for Dick to hug him and just reassure Bruce. Like nooo let Bruce feel bad. Let Dick feel bad because of what Bruce did to him. Let Dick be angry. Let them both hurt. Then let them heal.

As for the amnesia arc, I feel like they really did a disservice to Bruce by not focusing enough on his trauma from the sniper incident. If they really stressed how much it traumatized him and then showed how his actions were effected by that (like giving him a dire need to have Dick return to normal bc otherwise it’s like Dick just died in his arms on that rooftop) then that is much more sad and compelling, and we can at least kind of see where Bruce is coming from by showing Dick the sniper video (though it would’ve been better if they just… hadn’t done that all).

If I had been writing that issue, I would’ve had it from Bruce’s POV where he would’ve constantly been in a state of flashbacks. Like seeing his parents getting killed and then comparing it to Dick getting shot. And then having flashbacks of Dick when he was younger but then Bruce imagining that Dick keeps getting shot in the head in each of those memories. And all of that literally just like… pushing Bruce over the edge. And then of course when Dick wakes up and asks Bruce “Who are you?” Bruce spirals even further. And we see his descent to this very isolated and dark place where he just wants his son back at all costs. That would’ve been waaaaay more interesting. Extremely dark ofc. But interesting.

Yeah the comic Dick and Bruce relationship can definitely be toxic (and I’m not totally opposed to that bc I think it makes things interesting between them), and there are animated shows that show them in a more balanced light. The Batman (2004) is one of those shows as well. Dick was Robin then ofc, and Bruce wasn’t so dark at that point in life. But when you watch shows like that, it reminds you of the character Bruce is supposed to be, and it reminds you of what you like the most about him. So definitely nice to watch shows like that sometimes to remind yourself of the Bruce Wayne that exists outside of modern comics.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Johan Seong x Reader: friends to lovers

Sorta continuation of: meeting Johan Seong for the first time

You didn't quite believe he would be here. But that unkempt hair, all black getup and general homeless vibe is instantly recognisable.

"HEY JOHAN!" you yell and the figure whirls around to look at you. You can see it takes him a moment to recognise your face.

Fancy meeting him here. Must be a strange twist of fate after expecting to never see him again. He is shifty as hell and isnt the most pleased to see you but a little guilt claws at you when you remember the last time you shared a meal and he ate like he was starved... You invite him along to another meal. Yes yes your treat, and you're immediately met with suspicision.

"Why? You don't owe me anything" "Those perverts could have fucked up my whole life. So what's a meal when I owe you my life?" He thinks about the logic of that for a moment. You are grasping at straws but he agrees anyway.

This kid eats with an unmatched verocity.

You start seeing him again in odd places, like you're strangely drawn to each other. Gangseo, Gangnam, Gangdong. You treat him to a meal each time "you're paying right-" "when have I not paid!"

Finally seeing him in central Seoul again, you are both eating the same black bean noodles as the first time. You decide to ask for his number. "Give me your phone" you hold out your hand. He doesn't move and just glares at you. As if you are some pretty thief, the nerve of this guy. You roll your eyes and ask the waitstaff for a pen. You scribble your number on a napkin.

"No pressure. Just... Give me a call or text when you're around or want to share a meal with someone."

Weeks pass before you receive a text "it's me" and you roll your eyes fondly. Who else but Johan would send that.

There is no reason really for you guys to talk but one day you see a video of a feral cat that reminds you of him. You text him with "lol this u". You don't hear back until later that night. To your surprise he sends you a picture of 2 dogs "eden miro won't like that" "waiT ARE THESE BABIES YOURS?!" "Yes" "OMG I LOVE THEM WHYNDIDNTNY YOY TRLL.ME ABOUT YIUR DOGS!!N!" As if poor Johan could read your excitable response.

But why didn't he tell you? Well you hardly know the guy. There's a lot he hasn't told you.

You start to hear a little more from this enigma. His texting habits are sporadic but he'll also send you pictures now and then of his dogs. You, easily bored, will send him messages 'wyd' (usually ignored), pics of studybooks captioned FML (responded to with ":("), memes ("?? Explain"), or just nonsense about your day ("👍") and then one time he actually texts "not a good day. Food? U pay"

The meals increase in frequency. This goddamn freeloader. And eventually evolve to occasional home hang outs at yours where you can save just a smidge more by opting for take outs. You spend the time schooling him on Mario Kart and educating him on films ("how have you NOT seen these Disney films, have you been living under a rock?!" "...")

More and more frequently, you catch him staring at you with a frown on his face. Maybe he's trying to work you out. Maybe he just thinks you're odd. You shrug. Johan's a weird guy, you're not going to question what he does.

You would have never pegged Johan to be a crier, or for him to be affected by childish movies from Disney or Ghibli. And maybe you should have warned him but going through the classics and watching Bambi's mother being killed off screen triggers a very unwelcome reaction

You hear sniffling and glance over to Johan trying to hold himself back from being upset. "Hey..." You put your hand on his, clenched into a fist and white knuckled. "I'm sorry I didn't- it's ok to be upset" you put your arm round him. "Disney was on some shit back then"

He wipes his face with the back of his hand, and you almost suffer whiplash from the speed he ups and leaves your home.

You go for weeks without hearing from him, your texts left unanswered. One night you hear your phone buzzing and see his name flash up the screen.

Johan's voice is thick with hesitation and anxiety. He pauses often but he eventually tells you about his momma. You ask if you could visit her with him one day and he gives you a maybe.

You're walking back from dinner with Johan and tell him about your classes. You show him a few pictures of you and your friends and he notices a guy with glasses standing closely next to you. "And this is Yeonwoo. He's really smart, he's been helping me with my classes."

You almost miss the glare he gives your phone, then he just huffs and walks off. You yell after him "what's the rush" and he ignores you. You're not stupid, you notice the way he reacted to Yeonwoo and you feel your face grow warm.

You ask him to slow down but instead you're hit with a barrage of questions and insecurity as you struggle to keep up with his pace.

"Why are you hanging with me?" "I like hanging with you"

"You should be spending time with Yeonwoo if he's so good" "I prefer to spend time with you"

"Is that 4eyed bastard your boyfriend" "what are you talking about"

"Do you like him" "why? Are you jealous?"

That stops him in his tracks. He avoids your eyes and stares at the floor but you see the tip of his ears flush red, all the way down to his collarbones

"Johan..." He doesn't react. You reach out to hold his hand in yours. This gets his attention and he snaps his eyes to yours in surprise.

"I actually like you"

[wearelondonhq]

MEME SENTENCE STARTERS FOR PART 3 !!

For those still trapped in the ballroom:

"the doors won’t budge… we’re locked in here!"

"we should’ve left when we had the chance… now it’s too late."

GRIPS: sender grips receiver's arm tightly.

FREEZES: sender freezes, hearing a strange creak.

"don’t go near that door… you won’t come back."

BLOCKS: sender steps in front of the receiver, blocking the way.

"death is toying with us... we’re just pieces on a board."

"we have to give something up? how much will it cost to get out of here?"

"after this, i won't leave you."

"i don't want to be around people."

"what’s behind those hidden doors? i swear i saw someone vanish."

"death said we’d entertain them... but i didn’t think it would be like this.

"the more we try to escape, the worse it gets."

"the air... it feels like it’s suffocating us in here."

"every corner of this hall is a trap, waiting for us to make a wrong move."

please tell me i don't detect a hint of admiration for that monster.

admittedly, i am a work in progress.

the numbers are like tea leaves. nobody reads them like i can.

each man needs to stand for himself... or fall with the unworthy.

first thing you gotta understand is nobody feels sorry for you and nobody ever will. 'cause when it comes to being born lucky... you won the friggin' lottery.

"the walls are watching... can’t you feel it? we’re being watched."

BACKS AWAY: sender backs into receiver, eyes wide with fear.

"don’t trust anything here... it’s all twisted."

"i'm gonna be right back. i'm gonna try to get you help."

"i saw them disappear into the floor... like they were swallowed by the ballroom itself."

"give up our powers, our memories... what else is there left to lose?"

"if we give death what it wants, will we really escape? or is it another trick?"

"we're not gonna break any laws."

"you caught me. i admit it."

PULL: sender grabs receiver’s hand, pulling them forward urgently.

For those who awoke the next morning with their wishes made true..

"it’s everything i ever wanted... but why does it feel so wrong?"

"i woke up to my greatest wish, but why do i feel like i’ve lost something?"

"well��� the reason i wanted to talk to you… is…"

"there's a ghost in my house".

"i should be celebrating, but there’s this hollow ache inside."

"everything i desired is here, but it feels like something was taken in return."

"i woke up with them by my side... but they don’t feel real."

"the paintings are perfect... but i don’t remember creating them."

"i have it all now... fame, fortune... and yet, i feel more alone than ever."

"it’s as if my dreams are slipping through my fingers, even though they’ve come true."

“You just might get lucky for once in your miserable life.”

“that was barely even a kiss! do it again - please?”

"in my experience... there are no heroes, no villains. just people with different agendas.".

"anything happens to you... it's gonna be on me, and, uh... i don't want to be responsible for that. i can't."

"you gonna spend your life crying and rocking yourself to sleep at night? or are you gonna dig deep and find out what it takes to reshuffle those cards life dealt you?"

"whole world around you, [name], and it is friggin' huge. all you need are the guts to let it in."

"i wished for this love... but why does it feel like a stranger is beside me?"

"i don’t remember asking for this... but somehow, my life has been rewritten."

"my dream became reality, but it’s not my reality anymore."

"what price did i pay for this? i can’t remember, but i know it cost me something."

❛ i wanna be with you, i wanna come home. ❜

❛ it’s good to see you. ❜

"the more perfect things become, the less i recognize myself."

"i woke up in paradise... but my heart feels like it’s gone missing."

"i wished for more... but now i think i was wrong."

"this perfect life... it’s swallowing me whole."

“anyway, i on’t really remember what happened after that, i just know that I woke up and i found my way back to you.”

"i got what i wanted, but now i wonder if it was worth the cost."

"this is where i want to be. i mean not here, but with you. you’re where i want to be."

"cause some days i think i’m dying, but i’m really only trying to get through for just another day."

[bite-sized-devil]

hi sweet pea!! For the headcanon meme I’m thinking Asmo? (Yes he’s all I’ve thought about this week I can’t help it anymore 💀)

∇ - old age/aging headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

I hope you enjoy your days off!! 💛

Max my darling, I'm so sorry this took me so long. I have no excuses besides the obvious, I suck! 😭😭 I hope you like it! 🌻🌻

Warning: 18+ content below MDNI. I did try to keep the sex headcanon gender neutral for both Asmo and MC. Also consensual recording obviously. (I heard you the other day random anon with your clit and pussy Asmo so hopefully you can enjoy this too 💕)

Character Headcanons

Asmodeus:

Old age/aging headcanon:

Watching you grow old has been a privilege. He's loved every second of it. You are just as beautiful to him now as the day you met all those years ago.

He loves running his fingers through the streaks of grey in your hair. Kissing the wrinkles around your eyes, proof to him that he's made you laugh and kept you smiling your long life together.

If he could have had you for an eternity he would have, but he wouldn't trade the life he had with you for anything. Your soul will return to his in your next life, of that he is sure. He's been alive for a millenia, he can wait for you again.

Angry/violent headcanon:

"Holy shit, holy SHIT!" Mammon cries as he rushes into your room, slamming and locking the door behind him. "I've never seen him this mad before! MC please, ya gotta hide me!"

Mammon is frantically opening up your cupboard doors and throwing your clothes onto floor. Yes like that's not an obvious enough hiding spot.

"Mams what is-!" you're about to ask him what is going on, trying to pull him back out of the closet when you're cut off by the sound of your bedroom door getting blown off its hinges and smashing to floor.

It's Asmo standing in your doorway, looking deadly in his demon form. Gorgeous as always but the air around him is thick with fury. The look he's giving mammon would kill you out right if he was directing it at you. Speaking of Mammon, he's currently trying to shield himself with your body. Typical.

"MAMMON! THAT WAS LIMITED EDITION YOU IDIOT... Oh hi MC darling, you look absolutely radiant today... DOES YOUR PEA SIZED BRAIN EVEN COMPREHEND THE MEANING OF THOSE WORDS? THERE ARE ONLY THREE IN EXISTENCE!!" He pauses in the middle of his yelling to acknowledgement your presence in the room before continuing his tirade of abuse.

Mammon is quaking behind you, the fact that he isn't trying to speak up for himself, even at the dig at his intelligence, tells you everything you need to know.

"Asmo, STOP!" You command, you hate using your pact on Asmo this way but you have too protect Mammon, and your room!

Sex headcanon:

A delicate hand has a firm hold on your chin making it impossible to look anywhere but forward. The big lens in front of you recording every little squirm and wiggle you make while trapped in your partner's arms.

"Look at the camera baby, don't be scared." Asmo's soft voice caresses the shell of your ear causing a shiver to run up your spine.

"I-I'm not." You stutter in response, a fresh blush blooming on your cheeks. You're not scared, you're just nervous about the camera. It's the first time you've been filmed like this; fully naked while being pleasured by your lover.

You feel the answering chuckle against your shoulder in between kisses so sweet you feel like melting into a puddle.

The hand not gripping your chin has been slipping down your shirtless torso so slow it's like torture. You can't stop a high-pitched whine escaping your lips as asmo's fingers slide down your hip and caress your inner thigh.

"P-pleeease Asmo-aahhhh." Your plea turns to a moan of pleasure. Those pretty, expert fingers have finally made their way to your sex. One of your hands fists those rose gold locks as you try and ground yourself, those soft fingers making you feel like your floating away.

"Be a dear and cum for the camera baby, need to show you how beautiful you look when you come undone under my touch."

Hope you liked reading this as much as I did writing it! I haven't written for Asmo in a while besides script fics so this was nice. I love my pretty baby <3 <3

[gachawolfiebloom]

SMG4 Tale

Chapter 3: Moving Forward

"YOU DID WHAT!?"

Mario could definitely tell by the upset expressions on their faces that he had really messed up. He had done a million stupid things in the past, but nothing compared to being the one responsible for losing his best friend.

"Mario...Mario's so sorry."

Meggy placed a hand on his shoulder and said to the others "I'm sure he didn't mean it guys, but maybe if we hurry, we can save him!" Saiko sprung up from the couch and said "Well then what are we waiting for!? Let's go get him!" Mario felt a little better when his friends gladly would help fix his mistakes until Smg3 asked "Get him? We don't even know where he is! For all we know he could be dead!" Mario felt his breathing speed up. "D-Die...?"

Boopkins tugged on Three's overalls and asked "That's not true right? Smg4 isn't really dead is he?" Meggy came over to comfort her Italian friend and said "Of course not! I'm sure he's fine Mario."

"BRUH YOU SAID HE DROPPED FROM LIKE OVER A 5000 FOOT DROP! HE'S DEFINITELY DED!"

Saiko slapped Bob hard as he rubbed his head and said "WHAT? THE IDIOT SAID IT HIMSELF." Mario felt even worse like he was having a panic attack while Meggy pulled him closer for comfort. "We'll save him Red. Don't worry." She was running out of things to say to comfort Mario so she directed her attention to Three and gestured him to help. He sighed and awkwardly patted Mario's back. "Uh....there there." He scratched his beard before turning back to Mario and said "How about this? I can use our meme connection to locate Four when we're up there."

Once he heard that, Mario lunged forward onto Three, knocking both of them into the ground as he cried happily into his chest "OH THANK YOU SMG3! MARIO'S SO HAPPY!" Three heard some snickering from his friends as he pushed Mario off and yelled "Get off me idiot! I'm only doing this for Four's sake."

Once the crew were all in agreement with the mission at hand, they all packed their bags with supplies and set out towards the mountain that Mario had said Four was now trapped in. As they ran out the door, Bob quickly called out "IF HE'S DEAD THEN I GET DIBS ON ALL HIS STUFF!!!" ...

Four sat patiently and waited for Melony. By now his heartbroken sobs had turned into quiet sniffles as he wiped his tearful eyes with his sleeve. He really was a crybaby wasn't he. "Heh...if Three was here right now, he'd be laughing at me." His weak smile turned into a frown as he thought about why he was crying in the first place. "I miss you guys so much...please save me..."

The seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into hours. Four desperately wanted to go searching for Melony, but his thoughts kept telling him "Don't bother. You don't know what else is out there. Just stay put as you were told." Eventually, Four felt a longing hunger rise up. It seemed barely noticeable at first, but as the time went by he felt more and more hungry. His stomach began to grumble and Four held his arms over his chest to ignore the gut wrenching sounds.

He was practically starving himself now. When would Melony come back? Did she even know where to find food? His stomach growled louder as Four finally gave in and stood up. Odds are that even if Melony came back, she wouldn't have any food on her.

"Guess I have to continue by myself..."

He walked down the path to the next room and wiped the last drops from his puffy eyes so nobody would see that he was crying. He looked around and noticed more of those red leaf piles and vines. Apparently, it was a common decor choice here. "Okay then...where to find some food?" He then heard his cellphone ring and noticed it was Melony calling. "About time..." He picked it up and a voice on the other side said "Hello? This is Melony."

"Hi Melony!" Four replied back in a chipper tone of voice.

"Listen...I'm sorry about what happened earlier. It's just hard for me to be stuck here without my friends."

"I understand. By the way, you haven't left the room have you?"

Four looked back to where he was told to wait and noticed how she had just called him when he only took a few steps out. "Uh....no?"

"Oh good. There are a few puzzles ahead that I have yet to explain. It would be dangerous to try and solve them yourself. Be good, alright?"

"I will."

Melony clicked off and Four stood there, slowly lowering the phone with guilt. He felt bad for lying to Melony about this, but he just couldn't take it anymore. Besides, she wouldn't want him to starve to death. "Alright, first thing's first, let's find something to eat and then I'll try to find a way out of here. That cliff is way too steep so I guess I'll have to keep going if I want to escape."

Up ahead there was a familiar turtle that looked identical to the one that tried to scare him earlier. Four cautiously approached when it spun around and started talking in Koopa language, but thanks to his handy subtitles, it came out as "Excuse me pure one, but I have some advice for you about battling enemies."

Again with this "pure soul" speak. Is this how these guys addressed newcomers? "Uh...great! What is it?"

"If you ACT a certain way or FIGHT until you almost defeat them...They might not want to battle you anymore. If your opponent does not want to fight you, please use some MERCY pure one. Thanks!" Four raised an eyebrow as he said "Okayyyy...Also weren't you the Koopa trying to scare me earlier?" He tapped his chin and said "I don't recall, but there are lots of Koopas here in the ruins. Please SPARE my brothers and sisters."

Four smiled and said "Of course. I'm a very friendly guy." He patted the turtle's head and asked "Do you know where I can get a bite to eat?" The Koopa warmed up to him and pointed to a small room behind him. "There's some candy in there. I hope that helps pure one."

"Thanks...and you can just call me Smg4. Although, my friends call me Four." He scratched the back of his head as the Koopa said "You're welcome...Four." He gave the helpful turtle a farewell wave and went inside the tiny room.

Inside was a bowl sitting atop a pillar that was filled with different colored candies. Four's eyes instantly lit up as he couldn't wait to try one. A hastily scribbled message under it read "Take one." Four snickered as he said "Whoever wrote this has never met trick or treaters before."

He took a bright blue candy of his favorite color and unwrapped the covering, popping the sweet treat into his mouth. It was actually really good. The sweet sugar combined with the delicious flavor was like his own little slice of heaven. "Oh my god...this is...AMAZING!" He still felt quite hungry as one little piece of candy was not nearly enough to satisfy him. "Eh...nobody will mind if I take a few more." He excitedly grabbed a red one this time and ate it, gushing how he couldn't get over that sweet taste. "I can't believe I've gone my whole life without ever having these before!"

He took a yellow one, then a purple one, then a pink one. For some reason his mind kept telling him that he was being disgusting and how he should feel like the scum of the earth, but Four didn't care. He kept stuffing his mouth with candies until he grabbed too much too fast and the candy bowl spilled onto the floor. "Oops..." This hunger must have been a lot more unbearable than he thought. His stomach was no longer rumbling though. Four decided to put a few candies in his pocket for the road and went back to finding a way out.

He spotted another star in the pile of leaves. "I guess I was right. These things are important." The helpful Koopa said "That's a save point. If you die or get hurt, you can return back here." Remembering what he did last time, Four went over to see if what his new friend said was true. The crunching of the leaves with each step was satisfying. Four didn't really pay much attention to the scenery, probably because he was having a panic attack, but it certainly was amazing. "The ruins are really beautiful huh?" The Koopa said as Smg4 replied "Yeah...you're very lucky to live here." Four touched the save point and the same chime ringing sound echoed through his ears.

(Playfully crinkling through the leaves fills me with determination.)

It seemed like Four would have to leave his new friend behind, but then he wondered what other creatures might be ahead. "Hey uh...can I ask you something? Just how many people will I have to battle?" The turtle shrugged and said "Oh not that many. Like there's my friend Shy Guy right there!" He pointed behind Four as he curiously turned around as a frantic Shy Guy was cowering in fear.

Four's soul began to glow bright red again as he was now in a fight with this poor paranoid guy. The Koopa waved a flag and cheered Four on as he rolled his eyes and said "Guess that answers my question." Not long after, his mind once again absorbed the character information of this new opponent.

(Shy Guy - ATK 5 DEF 0, This enemy is way too much of a coward to fight...)

Now what should he do? Shy Guy hadn't done anything wrong to him in this universe and he looked kinda terrorized. "I should just talk to him like I did to Marty." He slowly crouched down and began to speak. "He-" Halfway through his first word, Shy Guy burst into tears and ran away. "Come back!" Four shouted as he reached a hand out to stop him, but it was too late. He felt bad for spooking him, but the Koopa said "It's okay! He gets scared real easy. We've tried boosting his confidence, but newcomers really freak him out."

"Oh...I'm sorry to hear that. If I see him again, I'll check to see how he's doing." The Koopa smiled and said "Thanks Smg4! And I hope you find your friends!" Four waved goodbye and followed the path. "This place might not be so bad after all. I should try to make friends with all the folks. That way they might help me get out." It was a good idea. Even if Four could be a little stubborn, he loved making new friends and it would take his mind off the fear of losing his old ones.

He stumbled and almost fell when his thoughts were interrupted by a suspicious looking floor. There were hatch marks all along it, making Four think this could be a trap. "Okay...not a problem." He fidgeted with his hands as he tried to think of a way to cross to the other side. Jump over? Too far to reach. Scoot around the edge? Too wide. Call for help? Too pathetic. It seemed the only thing Four could do was try to cross and hope there was something safe underneath to break his fall. He took a gulp and shut his eyes as he carefully put one foot on the surface. Nothing happened. Four squinted his eyes open and breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, he let his guard down too soon and planted his other foot firmly down. That caused the floor to break under him as he fell and he landed in a soft pile of leaves.

"OOF!" He got up and looked down to see he was now below the path. He plucked a few leaves out of his hair and got up, noticing two doorways he could go through. "Huh?" He went to the one on the left and peaked through. It looked dark, but there was a sliver of light coming from the ceiling. Four ventured in for a closer look and climbed up, finding himself on the same side he entered. "So...if this leads to the side I was on, then the other must lead to the other side!" Four quickly dropped down and rushed to the right doorway. Just as he suspected, he was now on the correct side and still in one piece.

"Melony was right. There are a lot of puzzles here." Just as he said that, the phone rang again with the topic of discussion on the other end. "Hello? This is Melony." Four snickered and said "Hey Mel. What's up?" She suddenly sounded rather nervous when asking a random question. "For no reason in particular...which do you prefer? Cinnamon or butterscotch?"

"Um...they're both pretty good I guess, but I like the taste of cinnamon more."

"Oh I see. Thank you very much!"

"Uh are you good Melony? You seem kinda nervous?"

He didn't get an answer as Melony hung up before saying anything. "Melony? Why did she ask me that? Is she planning a surprise for me?" That certainly would explain her strange behavior on the call. It was a nice thought as Four giggled to himself, imagining Melony decked out in party gear and bringing out a cake with candles on it.

He entered the next room when the phone rang again. "Hello? This is Melony...again. You do not DISLIKE butterscotch do you?"

"No..? I told you I like both."

"Yes, I know what your preference is, but would you turn up your nose if you found it on your plate?"

What was with all these food interest questions? Was Melony actually planning a surprise for him?

"It's fine Melony really! I don't mind either one."

"Right, right. I understand. Thank you for being patient, by the way."

She signed off as Four stood there in bewilderment. "Is she really making me something? How sweet!" Melony could be a bit silly sometimes, but she was also one of the kindest people Four had ever met. He happily went on his way to see a rock in front of him and a sign on the wall. He went up and studied it as this one said "Three out of four grey rocks recommend you push them." What did that mean? Rocks can't talk, much less recommend stuff to you. Then again, these signs were a little far fetched, but they did speak the truth. Four went over to the rock and tapped it lightly. It didn't say a word. "Probably just some trollers." Four dismissed it and pushed the rock over to the pressure plate in front of it. In times like this, Four wished he exercised more. Even a simple rock was heavy to push a few inches.

The spikes went down and the path was clear. All of a sudden, another Koopa jumped out and landed on his face, startling him. Four began screaming and running around as the turtle just laughed and said "Weeeeeeee!" Finally, Four ripped him off his face and panted heavily as he entered another fight.

(Koopa - ATK 4 DEF 5, Life is difficult for this enemy.)

This Koopa seemed a little bit more rowdy than the others as he shouted "Surrender now pure one or face the wrath of the fearless Koopa!" Four put his hands up and said "Wait hold on! I don't want to hurt you!" He didn't listen and threw his shell at Four as it knocked him into the ground and his soul flickered for a few seconds. He held his head in pain as the Koopa approached. Four backed into the wall, trying to quickly think of a solution. He ran out of time as the Koopa lifted his shell and got ready to strike as Four covered his eyes and blurted out the first thing he could think of. "Ithinkyouhavereallyniceeyessopleasedonthurtme!"

The turtle's mean expression turned to happiness as he held his head and hearts floated around him as he said "Realllyyyy!?" Four opened one eye slowly and stuttered "Y-Yes?"

"Nobody has ever said that to me before! Thank you!" He offered out a hand to Four as he gladly took it and the small turtle helped him up. "You're welcome, but I better get go-" He started walking off when the Koopa stopped him and said "Wait wait! Give me another compliment!"

"What?"

"Pleasseee?"

He begged with desperate puppy eyes. Four sighed and mumbled "I like your...shell or whatever." The Koopa didn't really understand that all too well, but he was still flattered anyway. He blushed deeply and his foot bashfully kicked around. "Awww you're sweet." Four slowly backed away from him while saying "Well thanks for not killing me and all that so I'll just be on my way now." The Koopa happily waved "Byeeee!" As Four gave him an uncomfortable look while leaving.

"Well not everyone here is an improvement..."

After that awkward scene, Four rounded a corner to see another one of those fake floor coverings, but it covered up the whole room this time. "Are you freaking kidding me!? How do you expect me to get through THIS!?" He noticed a sign up ahead, right above a little patch of leaves. Maybe that would give him a clue? Four took a few dainty steps across the hatch-marked floor and so far it hadn't broke. He then tried taking a step to the right and instantly fell down below, once again on those crunching red lifesavers. "I've never been so grateful for so many leaves." He noticed they were scattered kinda out of the ordinary...sort of deliberately. Another sign was posted on the wall as Four read it out loud. "Please don't step on the leaves." A little too late for that.

"Hold on a second..." Four looked back at the leaves, then at the sign, then back to the leaves, the sign, and so on. It occurred to him that these leaves were set up like the flooring above and the parts not covered by leaves must be the way through, like a maze! Four immediately climbed back to the top and tried it again. "Let's see if I memorized this." He walked straight forward and took a step to the...left? Nope, he fell right into the leaves again. He picked himself up again and studied the solution another time. "Alright, let's try that again."

A while of this ensued as Four kept falling through the floor and trying again. It was really starting to get on his nerves that he couldn't remember a simple pattern. He kept going and going until Four stomped his foot hard and said "THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET OUT OF HERE IF I CAN'T EVEN SOLVE ONE LITTLE PUZZLE!?" He clutched his head and leaned on the wall, whispering "Guys...what do I do?" Four was at the verge of tears again as he just wanted this to stop. To be back at the castle, hanging out with his friends and making videos.

"What would they do?" He thought about that question for a second and observed the flooring once again. "Well...Mario would just run around in some random direction." Four got up from the wall and picked a spot to start at. "And Meggy would say to keep your head up and walk with confidence." He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and took one step forward. "Tari and Luigi would probably be careful of their surroundings." Four kept walking, but with a much slower pace. Rushing things would only complicate it more.

This was working! Four had still not fallen yet and made it over to the patch of leaves near the end. "You're doing good Four. Just got to make it over to the end." He looked to the sign next to him that said "Didn't you read the sign downstairs?"

"Ugh..." These signs were really testing his patience, but Four reminded himself that having beef with an inanimate object would be stupid. Now he could just continue on the path to the end, but Four felt lucky. There was enough distance for him to jump to the other side, but he wasn't Mario. Still he got a running start, took a leap of faith, and jumped, feeling the wind through his hair. That was a main character moment if he ever saw one. He safely landed on the other side, catching himself on his hands and knees and looking back. "I...I did it!" This feeling. Being able to make it through because of the desire to see the ones who cared for him. This really was the true power. The power of Determination.

Four felt proud of himself and bravely walked into the next room to be met with a pair of Goombas. They were chatting with each other, unknown to who just walked in. "Yeah, so I got to pick my son up from soccer practice this afternoon."

"Oh that's nice. My son plays a sport too."

"Really? What kind of sport?"

"Dodgeball."

The other says derpy eyes as he imagines a flashback of his kid being pummeled by balls. Four stares at them in confused silence until they turn and instantly go into high alert. "Hey! It's the pure soul!" One shouts. "Get him!" The other one responds as Four now enters a 2 to 1 fight.

(Goombas - ATK 6 DEF 0, Stereotypical: Curvaceously attractive, but lack of brains...)

Okay Four. Just do what you did beforehand they'll let you through. As the Goombas inched closer, he plastered a fake smile and said "Heh...you're some real hip mushrooms." The two raised their eyebrows as Four bushed embarrassedly. He was not the best at flirting. "Did you...just...ASUME OUR SPECIES!!!" The two m̶u̶s̶h̶r̶o̶o̶m̶s̶ Goombas took out guns as they began rapidly shooting and Four began running for his life. He tried to run away, but more spikes were blocking the path. "Oh come on! How many spikes does this place need!" A gunshot fired his way as he dodged it and ran into a corner, trapping himself. The Goombas came closer as Four squeaked out "Wait wait! I'll do whatever you want!" They stopped for a moment and asked "You'll do whatever we want?"

"Yes! Just please let me go!" The two of them nodded at the other and said "Dance for us!"

"What!?"

"That's right. Dance."

"Bro you've got to be kidding me..."

The Goombas readied their guns as Four got the message and awkwardly began swinging his hips. "I'm going! I'm going! See nananana!" The Goombas lowered their guns and began laughing as one even took out his phone. "HAHAHAHA! Oh I got to record this! My kids will love this!" Four groaned and said "Kill me." This was probably the most downright ridiculous thing he ever did, but at least the Goombas weren't trying to kill him. "Can I go now...?" They kept laughing and said "Oh yeah yeah." They ran off, cackling as Four erased that memory from his mind.

It seemed for this puzzle, he had to move all the rocks onto the pressure plates. Seemed simple enough, except that these rocks weighed like a thousand pounds! Four heaved the first one onto the plate, feeling tired already. He pushed the second one and began working up a sweat as he hunched over the rock, catching his breath. Just as Four stumbled over to the third rock, it backed away and spun around, catching Four off guard. "WHOA there, who ever said you could push me around!" He was wearing a warlock hat, held a magical staff, and had a scribbly drawing of a face. "Wizard Rock!?"

"Yes genius. Who else?"

"But how did you even get down here!?"

"Well since I've barely been used for videos anymore, I wanted to go on adventures on my own. I heard this story about a magical cave, but this place sucks. Doesn't live up to the hype."

"Oh well...can you move over. I'm trying to escape."

"Ha! Good luck with that! Even my magic doesn't work!"

Four sighed and said "Look just move alright. I don't need you to remind me that I'm trapped here."

"Fine, because you asked sooooo nicely." He inched over a little, but not far enough. "Uh...a little more." 

"Ugh fine."

He then moved in the wrong direction as Four retorted with more annoyance "Forward! Just onto that pressure plate!" The Wizard Rock rolled his eyes and said "You could have just said that at the start." He scooted over to the pressure plate as Four huffed an aggressive "Thank you!" He was just about to walk over the bridge when the spikes came back up. "I meant until I cross!"

"Geez make up your mind."

Four gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath "You know what I mean." The Wizard Rock, feeling a little intimidated, slid back onto the pressure plate and waited until Four crossed this time. As he left, the Wizard Rock shouted from the other side "YOU'RE WELCOME!"

The next room was much smaller with another one of these stars, seemingly called save points. Off in the corner was a small, round table with cheese atop it. Not even the decency to put it on a plate. "How long has this been here?" Four looked at it in disgust as he daintily reached out and touched it. Something felt firm about it.

"What kind of cheese is this?" He pulled on it, but it was stuck to the table. Four jumped up on the table and put one foot on the cheese as he tugged on it with all his might, but nothing would make it come off. It was like super glue. Eventually, Four gave up and crossed his arms. "Whatever. It's not like I wanted some old stinky cheese anyway." He saved his progress and went back to the task at hand. Although, what was in that next room gave Four quite a shock.

Blocking his way, laying atop a pile of leaves was some kind of ghost. It wasn't a boo or another enemy from Mario games that Four had encountered so far. It was some guy with a white cloak and a curvy, transparent tail instead of feet underneath his rags. Four narrowed his eyes as something seemed familiar about this guy. He looked very similar to...

"BOB!?"

Four blinked in disbelief for a few seconds before being overcome by sheer joy and ran up to his old pal. "Bob! You're here! It's me Smg4!" The ghost's eyes were closed shut as he said out loud repeatedly "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ" Four's happiness slowly faded away as a perplexed expression stared back instead.

"What the-"

The ghost kept saying 'z' out loud repeatedly, pretending to sleep. He peeked one eye open and then immediately closed it. "ZZZZZZZZZ(IS HE GONE YET?)ZZZZZZZ" Four sighed and rolled his eyes once he understood what was happening. "Bob. I can hear you."

"ZZZZZZ(NO YOU DON'T.)ZZZZZZZZ"

"You're not even doing it right!"

"ZZZZZZZZZZZ"

Four facepalmed and said "Fine! If you're just going to be a jerk then I'll just get you out of the way myself!" He tried to push Bob with force, but his hands phased right through him. "GAH!" The ghost's eyes shot open as he flew up into the air and stared back at Four in anger. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!? I WAS JUST TRYING TO SLEEP IN PEACE!"

Four couldn't say anything as the look of terror in his eyes had brought him to a loss of words. "UH HELLO? BRO ARE YOU BRAINDEAD OR SOMETHING!?" All he could stutter out was "Y-You're a g-g-gh-ghost?"

"OH YEAH. PRETTY COOL HUH?" He demonstrated by clipping through the floor and coming out of the wall. "B-But how!? Did you fall down here too and die!?" Bob stared at him with a "WUT?" and slanted eyes before explaining "OH I'VE LIVED IN THE UNDERGROUND AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER."

"Which is..."

"5 YEARS? 100 YEARS? I DON'T KNOW. WE GHOSTS CAN LIVE AS LONG AS WE WANT." He laid back in the air while Four came down from his panicking. Even if Bob was a ghost, he was still Bob. He couldn't hurt Four even if he wanted to. "WAIT A MINUTE...YOU'RE THAT PURE SOUL THAT I WAS WARNED ABOUT!"

"Uh...no? You're thinking of some other guy."

"UH...THIS IS AWKWARD BUT I HAVE TO KILL YOU NOW."

(Bob - ATK 10 DEF 10, This guy doesn't seem to have an appropriate sense of humor...)

He took out his samurai sword hands and spun in a circle, hurdling towards Four. "AH!" The blue eyed man shut his eyes and held out a hand to stop him only for Bob to phase right through him. "I...I'm alive?" Four checked his body and sure enough there was no injures. Bob saw the lack of damage he caused and got annoyed. "HEY! THAT ONE DIDN'T COUNT! THIS TIME FOR REALSIES!" He kept spin dashing and throwing out all his moves on Four, but every time he would just pass through his body, giving the man nothing but a chill through his spine.

"URG! I FORGOT I WAS A GHOST! THESE TRANSPARENT SWORDS CAN'T DO CRAP!" He folded his arms as Four began laughing and said "You really are like him aren't you?" Bob started getting really pissed off and retorted "NO! DON'T YOU DARE LAUGH AT ME!" He noticed tears of joy slipping down Four's cheek as that gave him an idea. "AH HAH! YOU THOUGHT I DIDN'T REMEMBER MY ACID TEARS! WELL THINK AGAIN!"

Four put his hands up in innocence and said "Sorry sorry. You just make a really funny ghost." He gave Bob a patient smile when he said that and it made his anger slowly dissolve. "HEH...I DO? WHAT NO! I WON'T FALL FOR IT!" He began throwing non existing stuff while yelling "GO GO ACID TEARS!" Nothing happened as Four looked at Bob like he had AIDS or something. "GOD DANG IT! HOLD ON!" He began coughing violently as his eyes bulged out of his head.

"Uh..."

Drops of acid began to rain down as Four screamed and jumped out of the way. One drop burned his eye as he clutched it in pain. "HAHA! FEEL THE WRATH OF BOB BOBOWSKI!" Four thought to himself on how Bob started warming up to him, but still needed some convincing. "What if I told him a joke?"

"Hey Bob!"

"WHAT?"

"Why did the ghost go to the bar?"

"FOR BEER?"

"No. For the booos."

A rim shot played in the background as Bob snickered a little bit, but quickly covered it up and pretended like it didn't bother him. "I MEAN....BRO THAT'S LAME!" Four noticed Bob wasn't attacking anymore as his plan was working. "Look at this funny meme I found!" He showed Bob a cringey meme about boos as his eyes lit up and he ecstatically said "WAIT WAIT WAIT! LET ME SHOW YOU SOMETHING!" Four crooked his head as Bob made his acid tears appear again and they started flying upwards. All of a sudden they began forming a white top hat on top of his head. "I CALL IT LITTLE DAPPER BOB! DO YOU LIKE IT?" He awaited Four's answer as Four replied "Yeah Bob! It looks great!"

"OH GEE..." He floated down until he was hovering just a few inches above the ground and spoke to himself, unaware that Four could hear every word. "I USUALLY COME TO THE RUINS BECAUSE THERE'S NOBODY AROUND, BUT TODAY I MET SOMEBODY COOL..." Four cleared his throat and Bob spun around. "OH I'M RAMBLING AGAIN. I'LL GET OUT OF YOUR WAY NOW." He flew into the ceiling with nothing else to say as Four waved goodbye. So there were other replicas of his friends down here.

Now that was really shaping this adventure into something worthwhile...

[robo-milky]

NEW YEAR CLOCHE AND ROOK ARE SOOO CUTE TGT!!!!! I LOVE HER QI PAO ACTUALLY WIWMWMWKWKKWKW-

Chris hear me out…. Cloche restocking the shelves, and struggling to reach the top most one…. And Rook just sweeping in, gingerly plucking whatever goods are in Cloche’s hands. Ah, allow him to assist you, Cloche darling. With his back slotted against hers, stretching over her head to place the goods where they should be….

Maybe even grazing her chin with his fingers, tilting her face upwards to face him… the ghost of a smirk dancing across his cheek…

The brainrot ok- also randomly you know the beckoning cat? The 发财猫 (?) the little guy you see waving outside stores? Rook just holding cloche up outside the store like the lion king meme💀

New Year cards give me so much brainrot tbh including cater’s stupid fucking card I want to chew him so bad

WE STAN NEW YEAR CLOCHE DRIP!!!!! (Please give me a discount I am going broke)

Happy New Years, Ceru! I’m wishing all the best for you too <3 TYSM for popping by and I’m glad you liked her qipao 😭 (Girlie will not culturally appropriate… until she does- /j)

[Response]

• First of all… whAT THE HELL IS THIS NEW YEARS FIRECRACKER—?????!?!!?!

• C-C-Cloche is gonna do her best to be the best volunteer she can be and goddamn it, Rook! Don’t make it seem like she only took the job just for him- (she prolly did let’s admit it-). C’mon Rook, where’s your fighting spirit to have the best team and get the special bonus?!?!? No distractions !!!!1!1!1!1!1! I stg one of them will be “grounded” cause of this-

• …you’re not even ghost marriageable, rook… trying to show off and reach whatever shelf you can… waiting for him to be humbled when there’s a shelf even he can’t reach I’m- 😭

• Rolling on the hills and screaming at the top of my lungs you just had to infect me with more brainrot for this man… I’m gonna get you for this someday…

• Ah, the maneki neko ✨Love those lil guys fr. Imagine Sam having a broken one and then the Rook&Jade team swooping in all like “I have an idea for a replacement, if you’d let us” *cue scheme*

• Rook would most definitely hold up Cloche like that at one point- Only Rook cause… A) Cloche would have scratched Jade B) Rook may or may not want others touching what’s his in such a vulnerable state- I’m sorry I’m being so delulu rn I cant cry sobbing this is fanon event rn-

• …I’d also like to envision that Rook burst into tears whenever he comes in contact with Cat! Cloche because she’s just so tiny and weak/deformed???

• Cater wants to play hagoita with you so bad. …The 50 thaumarks will be worth it! Once the whole New Years sale is wrapped up, you may or may not have a surprise gift or two waiting for you. Cater just wanted to earn back the cash he’s blown, and he did, and what else was he to do with the special bonus?

• You’ll always have a discount, Ceru <3 Cater may or may not have passed on a little message to the third year part timers ;)

[catt-nuevenor]

While I do understand where these anons are coming from, as I am disappointed about said changes myself, I am sorry that you have to keep "defending" your work and intellectual property. Like you said, this was a work in progress project that was subject to change at any point throughout its development. This was a bit hard for some of us to swallow, I guess 😂 but you had every right to do so. Personally, my choice is to just not complain but still support you and your incredible work.

We have all experienced your writing skills, so there will definitely be a story that we will fall in love with again. Or a story that we will enjoy, but other fans won't. That is all completely natural and understandable. But people shouldn't keep on annoying you and other fans, who are genuinely excited about the changes, with their "disappointment." In other words, people should move on. Stop yucking their yumms. There is no need to complain to you about something you had every right to do to your own work! I am sure the fans who are excited about the changes will enjoy your incredible writing and the game will be a success!

True fans will stand by you to support future projects they might enjoy, others will keep on complaining, so I guess you should just turn off anon for a while. I am sure that will stop most of these types of asks! You should keep on doing whatever feels right for you and your vision of your work 🥰

I love the meme! Definitely made me chuckle.

And thank you for the support and patience in waiting to see how things play out.

Regarding the previous ask by the anon user, while it is and was frustrating to field comments/questions like this, such things are in the minority. 99% of the time, folks on here are wonderful and/or constructive, and I'm happy to respond to them.

I had contemplated ignoring the anon ask completely, and had half-convinced myself to let it languish unanswered this morning. I answered it as I did because it inadvertently highlighted some of the backlash I received from the announced changes last year, how the general sentiment went and my personal feelings towards them. Most of the messages relating to that period I did not publicly reply to as they either retread already addressed ground, used rude and/or derogatory language, or weren't meant to be publicly answered and expressed that wish in the message text.

The internet, for better or worse, is a public forum of instantaneous reactionary communication with little to no cooldown between incident and response. Little of this is conducive to a reasonable discussion. There are always going to be those who disagree with either my actions, my words, or my decisions when it comes to my work. It would be a little scary if everyone agreed.

I won't be switching anon asks off as it would negatively affect folks who've done nothing warranting it. Collective punishment is not my style. I will be selective with what asks I do and don't answer. Such is exercising my control over the contents of the blog.

Tbh the anon ask wasn't that bad, I've had far worse. A reaction to a frustration without consideration of the contents. Such is the way of the internet.

[soulofapatrick]

Lie To Me - Gabriel Luna x Reader

Summary: Y/N does the vanity Fair lie detector test and it gets dragged out of her that she has a raging crush on her co-star Gabriel Luna 

Words: 1.5k

Warning: none

Notes: If you have any Gabriel stories you want me to write please ask, there's not much content on him online so he’s a lot harder to write for him but I'm not gonna stop as he needs the love ❤️

“Is your full name Y/N Y/M/N(s) Thornberry?”

“Yeah that’s correct, pronounced right as well. Props to you.” 

“Are you an actor?” 

“I’m definitely something. An aspiring actor feels more accurate, The Last of Us being my second big role really.” 

“Are you about to take a polygraph exam?” 

“Yup and I’m shitting myself about it! Can I swear? I can swear right?” 

“Why are you nervous?”

“Look at this? I’m hooked up to the machine and neither of you seem to like to smile. Like at all.” 

“We shall start with the category of your career.” 

“Alright, starting big.” 

“Some would say Supernatural was when you really became famous and a fan favourite, do you think you’re the best Winchester?” 

“Oh no, I’d say I’m the least favourite, joining in season-“ 

“She’s lying.” 

“Wait what? I am?” 

“Do you think you’re the best Winchester?”

“No, that would be Dean. I’d say I’m the second best, sorry Jared.” 

“That’s the truth.” 

“Was there a lot of pressure coming into the show so late?” 

“I wouldn’t say pressure as Jared and Jensen made me feel right at home almost immediately. It was scary seeing the fans of the show react to Eleanor being brought in so late and so suddenly but the initial response blew me away and I could ask to be part of a better fandom.” 

“There a lot of fan accounts for Supernatural, do you ever look at any of them?”

“Actually I do, my best friend Pedro and I like to send each other videos and memes we see made of each others characters or if we see any that are really amazing. There are some really good editors out there who really put Nell and Maria in such a beautiful and badass light.”

“Do you have a favourite account?” 

“Yeah actually… Ummm, Pedro and I send a lot to each other from an account called Lunaberry4life with the for being the number 4.” 

“So you play Eleanor Winchester in Supernatural, did you ask to wear flannel?” 

“Did I ask to wear flannels? I love the Winchester flannels and some of them may actually be in my wardrobe at home. The costume crew do such an amazing job with making me feel comfortable in everything I wear as well as capturing the badass nature of Nell.” 

“So you would say you’re a fan of flannels?” 

“For the show and what they represent with the fandom yes but as an everyday item I’m not sure. I’m more of a fan of sweatpants or jeans and a casual tee shirt or sweater.” 

“You were a barista before you became an actress correct?” 

“Yeah, I adore coffee. Can’t live without it really and so I became a barista before I got dragged into the acting world by probably one of my best friends, the lovely Barbara Palvin or as I get to call her: Barbie.” 

“Who would you rather invite to your birthday party? Barbara Palvin or Pedro Pascal?” 

“I wouldn’t have one if I couldn’t invite them both. In their own ways they’ve become very special to me and I couldn’t do it. I don’t have the heart to go without one of them. I’m a little selfish like that, why have one if you can have both?”

“Would you invite me?” 

“Yeah…?”

“She’s lying” 

“So you just finished filming The Last of Us, correct?”

“Yeah, it was a really great experience, being able to meet and act alongside such great actors like Pedro and Bella. Bella is a force to be reckoned with as she has this fire I wish I had when I was her age and I can really see her taking over the world.”

“Who did you enjoy working with the most from the cast?”

“Probably Pedro as he’s just so sweet and sincere. I never expected a man as famous as him to be so humble, he was always able to make us laugh, especially when filming those really intense scenes. That man has a habit of randomly emoting!”

“That’s a lie. Pedro being her favourite, not about Pedro.” 

“Are you lying?”

“No…?” 

“Yes.”

“Who did you enjoy working with the most from the cast?”

“Well I did enjoy spending time with Gabriel Luna, he’s just an all around person and I loved playing his wife. He’s get such an addictive personality and would always manage to help me calm down whenever I got too anxious and I will say those curls are so fucking cute.” 

“When Pedro was in your position he was asked if he thought himself a heartthrob. Do you think Pedro Pascal is a heartthrob?” 

“Yeah, he’s definitely a heartthrob. I mean the world has already declared Pedro as the hottest man and he’s just such a Daddy, ya know?” 

“What about Gabriel Luna?”

“Oh! Umm, well… have you seen him? He’s definitely hot and very underrated. He’s got a very charming southern accent and I don’t know if you’ve noticed the freckles across his gorgeous skin and his eyes seem to be the brightest shade of brown I have ever seen, much like cognac. He might be like eighteen years older than me but he needs more recognition for what he does- oh I’m rambling…” 

“You seem to have thought about this a lot.” 

“I-I wouldn’t say that…”

“She’s lying.” 

“N-no!” 

“Moving on…”  

*

I’m dragging myself from my bed at the knock on my door, having just ended a FaceTime with Pedro who of course had a good tease about my vanity fair lie detector interview. It got released last night and already the fan accounts are blowing up my phone with edits and ships of me and different actors. Pedro called me as soon as he woke up, being a few hours behind me at the moment and first checked on how I was doing before he let himself tease me a little. I hung up on him to call back a second later, him waiting for the call back and a grin on that stupidly cute face as he chuckled. 

The knock at the door gets more persistent as I pad through my apartment, wondering who the fuck it could be. Barbie has keys so it won’t be her as she’d just let herself in with a call of my name to let me know it was her and Pedro is still doing his Mandalorian press tour so it’s definitely not him. 

Flinging the door open I’m greeted by dark curls and warm cognac eyes. Gabriel’s standing in front of me, out of breath and an overnight bag hanging from his shoulder. He’s watching me, eyes scanning my face as I just stare in shock. Gabriel Luna is standing outside my door. He’s at my apartment. How the fuck did he get my address? Oh wait, I know, Pedro probably. That motherfucker. 

“Is it true?” Gabriel’s southern accent rolls off his tongue like warm honey as he steps forwards, into my apartment and I take an instinctive step back, “Y/N, is it true?” 

“I-is what true?” My voice catches in my throat when my back hits my kitchen island, the door being kicked closed before Gabriel’s dropping his bag and stalking towards me, my mouth drying up at his every step. He places his hands either side of my hips, against the edge of the counter as his dark eyes scorch my skin, face dipping down close to mine. 

“Don’t play dumb with me sweet girl.” He coos, voice deep as he dares a glance at my lips and back up. 

“Please.” I whimper, the sound dying on my lips when his crash against mine. It’s sweet and tantalisingly slow as we both relish in the feeling of wanting each other. His hands move from the counter to my hip and my cheek and I’m gripping his shirt to pull him flush against me. I think I might be dreaming still but when his blunt nails dig into my hip I know this is real; he’s here and he’s actually kissing me. He’s intoxicating, the mixture of coffee and cedar wood addictive and I never want to stop but my lungs are burning and we’re pulling apart with a gasp, “Fuck me.” 

“Let me at least take you on a date first.” He mumbles, lips curving into a smile against my neck, stealing a gasped laugh from me as I do the one thing I have always wanted to do: tangle my hands in those perfect curls and tug, testing the waters. The dirtiest moan I have ever heard falls from those cupid bow lips and his cognac eyes darken even more, his voice husky as he growls out, “You keep doing that and I’ll have to skip taking you out on a date and asking you to be my girlfriend.” 

I tug on his soft hair again, groaning out a quiet, “Ask me.” 

“Will you go out with me?” 

“Fuck yes.” 

TAGS: Tag List Form

@iraot @gemimawrites @pedropascalsrealhusband @twopercentmilk @sxnshinebxcky @nelsoomon @urnewghostfriend @sonhee-a​ @dizzyforyou-blog​ @grooveandshit​ @reyas-world @canpillowscry​ @jell0buss-37​ @androgynousgaz​ @not-a-unique-snowflake89​ @kalllistos​ @mediocrewallflow3r​ @certifiedhunter​ @alexis-doggy-76 @thesapphirequeen​

#Gabriel luna#Gabriel luna x reader#Gabriel luna x oc#Gabriel luna fluff#Gabriel luna x you#Gabriel luna smut#Gabriel luna fanfiction#Gabriel luna fanfics#Tommy miller#the last of us#the last of us 2#the last of us x reader#the last of us smut#the last of us fluff#tlou#tlou2#tlou x reader#tlou fluff#tlou x you#tlou x oc

[scara-hater]

childe is a very goofy and bright character what if y/n is the opposite and is literally mentally unstable and tries to break up with him because she thinks he is too good for her and doesn't wanna burden him ¿¿¿

this a request- feel free to ignore

love your writing tho :)

*insert kermit meme with hearts*

WAAAAAAAHHHH I didn’t know if this should be short or funny etc. Sorry if you wanted a gendered reader, it never really came up. Apologies!

No mention of gender

——-

I have no doubts with you. - Childe x reader

Not proofread!

Warnings: ur emo, my writing, breaking up themes.

Sitting along a viewpoint over Liyue, Childe sits with his body resting on his arms, the breeze is cold. “Babe, I was thinking” a pause.

“that’s dangerous..”

“Haha! It always is, but maybe we could go to Snezhnaya in a few days, the winter is beautiful there.” Turning his head, he waits for your response.

“Hmm.” I shouldn’t go.

“Is that a yes..? If so that’s great! My family misses you and have been asking when you’ll come back with me.” Face pink he turns head, “I kind of just want to see you in my homelands clothing too, my mom has old ones that you can wear until we go out ourselves.” He sits up properly and interlocks your fingers in his, smiling.

Don’t look at me like that.

“I don’t have enough mora for that right now, so your mothers clothes will do.” Shaking your head, you try to give any excuse you can find.

“Did I say you were paying? I’m taking you to my home, so it is my job to pay for whatever it is you want.” His expression doesn’t falter,

“Then why won’t you allow me to buy you things, seeing as you are in my hometown right now.” Why is he like this, stop talking to me.

You hate this feeling. “Why? Because I love you and I’m not letting you, simple!” He veils his arm over your shoulder, leaning to kiss your cheek, “plus… when we are together, I just like being with you.” He hums, you really shouldn’t be here.

“But those Snezhnayan clothes are a must! because even if you say no, I’ll just take my sister to pick them for you.” Squeezing you tighter, he gets really close to your face, tackling you onto the ground as to grins over you, “And I know you feel like you need to pay me back, so that’ll be ten kisses, on the lips, come on I’m waiiiiting.” Puckering his lips in the ugliest way he could muster, you grab his face and squish it, “ c’mon ‘m waitinggg” face still clasped, he engulfs you in his hold, peppering kisses along your face. Laughing and embracing each other, a clear display of lovers. You smile as he rests his head in your shoulder, but that feeling lingers. You know this won’t last.

Get off of me. Say it now.

Rising, he shuffles back to his place next to you, “I’ve been the only one talking this whole time, is there anything you want to do when we go? I’m all ears.” “Not that I can think of, I’m not too sure if I should go right now.” He sits still, hands still together, god, just let me go.

“That’s okay! It was only a thought, there’s no need to over extend yourself for my sake. We can spend time wherever you like.” His tone is gentle, and his body is so warm.

Do it or you’ll only make it worse.

“Ajax.. go back home, your family will want your company. I’ll stay here.” you need to leave. “Are you okay? We can always go next winter or maybe-” you look to your lap,

“Let’s break up.”

Holding in your shaky breathes you look to the sky.

“One day.. you’ll stop falling in love with me.” you sigh, “All I do is use you, and I’m aware of it. Yet, I allow you to do all my work in this relationship.” Your voice is nearly as soft as the wind, as if only for the Archons to hear, “we were better as friends it seems, I only follow you around and insert myself in matters that don’t regard me, I’m sorry.”

You don’t deserve him, and you knew that from the moment he confessed.

—

“Y/n! Why didn’t you wait for me?” Panting he rests on his knees. “That’s because all you do it talk Ajax.. you know it took you five minutes to realize I left?” Laughing you turn around to the tired boy, “I don’t understand how you are considered strong, when you follow me like a lost puppy all the time.” “It looks like even the strongest can’t live without me, does that mean you care about me? Or are you just desperate for friends.” Your teasing has always been something he appreciated, if it meant to see you smile, he’d let you do it everyday.

“Don’t you think you’re the one who is desperate, y/n?” Standing straight, he smirks, “I mean, I know many people form all regions. Yet, to me, it looks like you don’t know anyone in your own city.”

“You-“ he cuts you off, “That’s okay, you have me here! Anyway, let’s go eat I’m starving.” Walking ahead, he halts and points at you “But you need to find a place that doesn’t only use chopsticks. I can’t embarrass my self again.”

“I’ll teach you, idiot. And i’m paying!”

“You wish, I like you too much for that to happen.” Grabbing your wrist he drags you through the streets.

“Did you just confess like that? Are you stupid?”

Sliding his hand off your arm, he rests it in your smaller hands.

“Sue me.”

—

Yet, you selfishly took that opportunity for your own gain, letting him do everything after that day, and you hate yourself for it.

Haah what a terrible day.

Tears escape your eyes as you spew excuses for why you need to do this. “I- I just can’t, I love you so much, but I’m a burden, I don’t pay for anything and I never pay you back! You do everything.” Hiccuping and wiping your tears, you whine out more empty reasons.

“I’m selfish for letting you think I am good enough for you to like me. That day I shou- I should’ve told y-“ “look at me y/n”

please don’t hate me.

“You are breaking up with me because of how I take care of you?”

“Y/n, are you stupid?”

Slowly lowering your face, you meet his gaze. He’s still smiling, just much softer this time.

“I don’t know what made you feel this way.” Why is he still so nice? “But I like doing those things, even before we got together.” Exhaling, he reaches to both sides of your face. Wiping your tears with his thumbs, he continues, “I didn’t intended to make you feel like a burden, I just like seeing you with the things I got you.” “I never had some one as special as you, so please… don’t leave because I only want you.”

His delicate tone and how gentle he is only makes you cry harder.

Pulling you close, he places his lips to yours, “when you have doubts about your worth, remember that I know how important you are to me.”

“Because, y/n. I have no doubts with you.”

“Sooo are we still going? ‘Cause really wanna see you wearing those clothes.”

“Shut up idiot.”

I wish i could read my work from a different brain, so I could make it make sense. Sorry for the goofy writing.

[five-rivers]

Ancestral chapter 16

Written for ectoberhaunt 2023 day 20: danse macabre.

The room was silent as everyone listened intently, straining to hear Mr. Kynbaz’s (his first name was Kevin?) response.  

"An extraction? Why?  Isn't she in hospital for a medical condition?"  There was a pause, not quite long enough for Joanna to interject, but long enough to hear.  “How do you even know about that?”

“You left the team on read and the emergency system kicked it to Matthew and your second, but Matthew has it set to forward things to family members if he doesn’t answer and it’s flagged as an emergency.”

Another brief pause.  “Why do you want Princess Alicia extracted?”

“We think that–”  Joanna visibly collected herself.  “There’s evidence that Revyvtech is involved in the poisonings and responsible for Alicia’s condition.”

“Joanna–”

“My judgment was poor as a teenager, but don’t you dare hold that over me when my family is in danger!” snapped Joanna.  She closed her eyes.  “I– I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me.”

“What kind of evidence?  Would it hold up overseas?”

Joanna’s eyes flicked over Danny, Jazz, and their other cousins.  “No.  But that doesn’t mean it isn’t valid.”

Mr. Kynbaz hissed softly, the sound barely transmitted by the phone speakers.  “I’ll get back to you.”  

“Kevin, wait, I–”

The end-call tone played.  

Joanna let her hand drop to her side.  Her eyes flicked over Danny, Jazz, and their other cousins.  “How many of you have prescription medication?”

Everyone but Jazz and Danny raised their hands.  Jazz elbowed Danny.  “You have that stuff you were prescribed for your eyes,” she said.  

“Oh, yeah.”

“Danny–  Danny.  Do you think you could tell if this… if this poison - blood blossoms? - was in something?  Like you did with the aconite?”

“Um,” said Danny.  “Maybe.  That was mostly Gw– the ghosts, though.  They saw the poison being added.  If it is blood blossoms, though, I think I should be able to.  Or- or they should be able to," he added, glancing at the ghosts.  He didn't want to ask them to, though.  Not after what had happened to Gwensyvyr’s arm.  "I should be able to." 

“Good,” said Joanna, “good.  Everyone, go get your medications, and bring them here.”

.

"Why are there so many?" asked Danny, intimidated.  The little bottles practically surrounded him.  

"We're part of the oldest royal lineages in the world," said Iris.  "It'd be weirder if we didn't have any weird genetic disorders."

"What even are all of these for?" asked Danny, knowing it was rude, but not being able to help himself.  It was his family medical history, anyway.  

"Blood disease," said Iris and George simultaneously. 

"Specifically anemia," said Iris.

"Specifically Avlynyse recurrent macrocytic anemia," said George.  

“Called that because normal macrocytic anemia is supposed to be caused by something else, like hypothyroidism or alcoholism, but we don’t have those problems and it always comes back.”

“You guys probably have it, too,” added George.  “It’s super common in the family, but it.”

“Along with Avlynyse defective melanin syndrome,” said Iris.  “Purple eyes are pretty, but they come with problems, you know?”

“I knew about that,” said Danny.  “But you don’t take medicine for that, do you?  Mom has that, and I don’t think she takes anything for it.”

“Usually you don’t,” said George, “but melanin has a lot of functions beyond just skin, hair, and eye color, and sometimes ADMS affects those things as well.  You remember how Iris and I would, ah, shake a little, all the time?  And our eyes would scan back and forth?  We couldn’t stop it.  That’s what we take medication for.”  He made a face.  “We actually first got this in a drug trial from Revyvtech a few years ago.  It’s new…”

“Oh!  Don’t forget the epilepsy,” said Iris.

“Yeah, can’t forget the epilepsy.”

“You have epilepsy?” asked Danny.  “But I’ve sent you flashing videos… Memes…”

“No, no, Lewis is the one who has epilepsy.  I’m just saying it’s relatively common.”

Lewis made a face.  “I could have told him myself.  They’re only focal seizures, anyway.”

“I don’t know what that means,” said Danny.  “I’ve sent you flashing videos, too.”

“It’s fine,” said Lewis.  “Focal seizures don’t make you lose consciousness all the way, and I’ve got a filtering program on my phone.”

“Mostly he shows them to me, first,” said Leo.  “I have the anemia and a heart condition and low blood pressure and poor circulation and also eczema, which sort of makes my skin break out in hives if anything is touching it the wrong way for too long.”  

“Still not a good reason to not wear shirts,” muttered Lewis.  “Eugene?”

Eugene blushed, then looked down at the medicine bottle in his hand.  He looked back and forth between Danny and the bottle, then the bottle and Jazz.  The bottle was a slightly different color than everyone else’s.  

“Um,” he said.  “I have bipolar disorder.  And I have auditory hallucinations.  It’s not– It’s not schizophrenia, though.  I don’t have the other symptoms.”

Joanna put her hand on Eugene’s shoulder.  “I also have bipolar depression.  And anemia.”

Now Danny just felt bad.  “Sorry.  I shouldn’t have asked.”  (Also, wow, why was he suddenly thinking about the time his parents tried to ‘spin the crazy’ out of him?)

Eugene laughed a little.  “It’s fine.  I mean, we’re showing you all our medications.”  He held out his bottle towards Danny.

“Still.”  Danny took the bottle.  “But… have you ever considered that the hallucinations could be…?”  He trailed off as Gwensyvyr and the other ghosts started shaking their heads.  

“Oh,” said Eugene.  “No, definitely not.  There are ways to check if you’re hearing ghosts, assuming they’re cooperating.  We tested it.”  He sat down on the floor across from Danny.  “So.  How are you going to do this?”

“Um,” said Danny.  “I was just going to phase my hand through each of these and see if anything happened?  That way, I’m not screwing up good medicine by taking it apart or anything.”

“Is that safe?” asked Jazz with a slight frown. 

“I– Nothing has ever happened to the stuff I’ve phased through before?”

“For you,” clarified Jazz.  

“Might give me a burn,” said Danny.  “But the blood blossom cream is already out, so…  I’ll be okay.”

“If you say so,” said Jazz.

Danny nodded and held up Eugene’s bottle with his right hand and swiped his left hand through it.  

(It was so strange to just do that in front of so many people, and in human form.)

“Nothing,” he said, handing the bottle back to Eugene.  

“That makes sense,” said Eugene.  He turned the bottle so Danny could see the logo imprinted on the bottom, a simple eye with an apple in place of a pupil.  “Avl Ayg does more psychiatric medicine than Revyvtech.”

Danny nodded, and hunted through the bottles to find Joanna’s.  It also didn’t have anything in it that Danny could detect.

Then, he started working through Leo’s medication.  The heart stuff was fine, but when he passed his hand through the anemia medication, he flinched back, hissing.  

“Blood blossoms?” asked Jazz.  

“Yeah,” said Danny.  “Ow.”  He shook out his hand.  

Jazz held out the cream to him.  

“It’s such a tiny amount,” said Danny.  He examined his hand.  It wasn’t even red.  “It was just, like, touching something too hot, rather than all-consuming agony.”

“Your standards for all consuming agony are off,” said Jazz.  “Put on the cream before you do more.”

Danny grumbled but did what Jazz said.  Then he tested the eczema medication, and…

“This feels weird, but not like blood blossoms,” he said.  There was something ectoplasmic in it, but only in trace amounts.  “Could be ectoplasm contamination?”

“Could you tell how even it is?” asked Jazz.  

“No,” said Danny.  “Do you think…  If they are getting things for their medicines from Andyr, do you think that there could be ectoplasmic stuff down there?  From the ghosts, maybe?”

He saw Gwensyvyr’s face screw up, and she opened her mouth as if to speak, but then shook her head.  

“That would make sense,” said Jazz, slowly.  “But that would be incredibly dangerous.  Ectocontamination made a cooked turkey come back to life.”

“What,” said Lewis, flatly.  

“Never mind,” said Jazz.

Danny moved on to Lewis’s.  His anti-seizure meds were fine, but he had a jar of anemia supplements, just like Leo.  Again, there was something in it.  He set it aside.  

He moved on to Iris and George’s.  They had a larger number, but theirs were largely identical, so he did them all at once.  Again, most of them were fine, one of the melanin ones was weird, and the anemia supplement had blood blossoms in it.  

“These actually have more than any of the others,” said Danny, nodding at the bottles while rubbing more cream into his hand.  “It’s still tiny, the ghosts aren’t even affected by it being near, but…”

“But we’ve been getting slowly poisoned for who knows how long,” said Joanna.  “All of us.”

“It does cast some doubt on it being what killed everyone, though,” said Iris.  “Since none of us have keeled over in anaphylactic shock any of the times we’ve taken these.  It’s possible that there’s a legitimate medical use.”

“I don’t know.  I guess there are some things… Mom and Dad wanted to use it to purge ectocontamination.”  Danny looked up.  “Did Martin have this?  Do you think any of his medication is still here?”

“Maybe,” said Joanna.  “If he did have any here, it would probably be in his room, or the master bathroom.”

Getting everyone into the master bathroom was a squeeze, but no one wanted to be left out.  Joanna opened the cabinet and moved aside a woebegone toothbrush and a few boxes of band-aids before pulling out three bottles and a weekly pill organizer.  The organizer was mostly full, with only Sunday morning empty.

“Ferromultyx, melanyorata, and escitalopram?” she read from the bottles.

“Huh,” said Iris.  “I didn’t know his melanin defect was bad enough to take melanyorata.”  She sounded a little congested. 

Danny, not quite in arms’ reach of Joanna, between all the people in the room, made grabby hands.  “Let me see.”

Joanna passed them over, and Danny phased his hands through.  The melanin deficiency drug had the same weirdness as Iris and George’s.  The anemia drug on the other hand…

“There’s nothing here,” he said.  “It’s clean.”

Iris chewed her lip.  “None of this makes sense.”

“I think it does, actually,” said Danny, turning the bottle over and over in his hand.  He wriggled his way out of the bathroom.

“How?” asked Lewis, who managed to get out before the others.  “Why poison us just a little bit, and kill everyone else?”

“I don’t know that it’s just about that,” said Danny.  He put Martin’s medication on a nearby shelf and pulled the small bottle of the medicine he’d been prescribed from his pocket and passed his hand through it.  It burned.  Badly enough to make him hiss and drop the bottle.  

“Danny?” asked Jazz, alarmed.  

“I’m fine.  I just had to check something.”  He cradled his hand near his chest.  “I don’t think they want you dead.  They want me dead.  They don’t want you ectocontaminated.”  

“You guys keep saying that,” said Leo.  “What is it?”

“Ectoplasmic contamination.  Ectoplasm.  Ghost magic.”  Danny licked his lips, then stepped sideways to get a better view of Gwensyvyr.  “That’s what’s actually in Andyr, isn’t it?  There’s a source of ectoplasm.  There’s a portal.”

Gwensyvyr gazed at Danny for a long moment, then nodded.

“There’s something that happens in the Trials that makes you… more spiritual.  Or something.  More like a syvyr.”  And Danny hoped beyond hope that ‘something’ wasn’t dying like he had in the portal.  He could almost imagine it, all of them, all his family, walking, practically dancing down into the dark, into glowing, deathly green.  A tableau.  A danse macabre.  A memento mori.  Except no one really died…

… until now.  

“That,” said Danny, “that’s what they’re trying to stop.  They’re trying to keep that from happening.  Because if it did– if it did…”  He trailed off, unsure, then looked at Gwensyvyr.  Her eyes were sharp, expectant.  “Well, what we thought before, about them using stuff down there for medical research is probably still true, but…  There are probably parts of the Trials you can’t do without having ectoplasm.  Things for the ancestors.  Things for…”

If there was a portal beneath Avlynys, the ghosts here should be as strong as in Amity Park.  They weren’t.  But they were gaining strength from Danny’s presence.  

“Things for the portal,” Danny continued.  “Like, unblocking it or something.  Fixing it.”  He shivered, remembering the last time he’d tried to fix a portal.  

“A portal?” asked Joanna.  “To where?”

“The, you know, the afterlife,” said Danny.  

There was quiet.  

“Unfortunately,” said Joanna.  “We can’t do anything about that until we take the Trials.  Except for not taking any more of these things.”  She snatched up Martin’s medication and put it back in the cabinet.  

Leo groaned.  “Fainting town, here we come.”“For now…  I think all of you need some sleep.”

[araneitela]

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

Prompt: The salty munday meme // @resolutepath

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill? (Skip to paragraph 2 if you want the salt) I don't know if it would count as it being called 'losing my chill', but I get pretty Tinkerbell footstomp-y over specific issues. And as of late the whole 'women empowerment' has driven me absolutely up the wall as if I bit into 5 Jueyun Chilis and then smoked some crack during the moment of 'no brain' that came as a result. I've raged about it in DMs, I've also rambled about it twice over now in posts, and I guess I'm about to do it again here in some capacity. I think it's lasted long enough, this silence from the other side that counters the loud voices. Any society functions best when it practices the art of conversation, debate and discussion between those who disagree, but that seems like it got buried (hopefully only temporarily) by Tumblr numerous years ago, and instead we're now caught in an environment where people yell at each other, and then also make claims that some have 'no right to talk back about [topic in question]'. And I can only take so much of that. For starters, I already don't believe that the concept of people having 'no right to discuss about things' is good or healthy, because half of the experience of learning about things that are unfamiliar to you, is actively getting involved and informed about it (oh hey, I wonder who's at door; oh hello, art of conversation). Any way, I digress, but the amount of times that I see 'you're not a woman, so you can't talk about this', alright great— I'm a woman, so my voice counts when it comes to the topic of women, right? Great. So hear me: the opinion of the (female) masses blows. Sure, this whole concept of 'you have a right to your opinion' is great and I agree, but that doesn't mean that I can't call it the stupidest and most frustrating opinion that I've ever heard (and yes, you have the right to think the same of mine). God.

Any way, to the topic: sexualization of women and how apparently, cishet men are the ones responsible for it. Yeah, okay, and I'm Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, honk honk my bright red nose! Have you seen yourselves on X and Tumblr and wherever else? Sure, one can argue that HYV gave Kafka rather large breasts, sure, and you can condemn them for it, knock yourselves out. And you do, okay, great, and then, ladies, guess what I find scrolling through fanarts on any site? Kafka, drawn with the same large breasts IF. NOT. BIGGER. So okay, yeah, you can tell me these may be men, alright, so then what's your counter to me when I see in the bios of these artists, that they're women or female-identifying? Hmm? Go ahead, I'll wait, I'll be patient. Honestly, I need you to take your accusatory little fingers and point them at yourselves, because a huge part of this problem? Lies with you. Do you need me to say it again? It lies with you. But hey, at least you're consistent, for you don't sexualize just women, you also sexualize the hell out of men.

It's the same in RP in so many cases. There's so many complaints about 'my female muse gets no attention' combined with 'I can't believe I'm only approached for ships', I'm sorry, hold up— what are those shipping memes I see reblogged? The NSFW-tinted ones? What are these suggestive memes in my inbox? And again, it's not just female muses. Because that's the part of the problem that I think people aren't looking at: the exact same is done with male muses, except for some reason, women have a hard-on for M/M ships in writing, and graphical art, as much as we say that men have a thing for F/F porn. But it's okay, we'll condemn one and forgive the other, because one of those objectifies women. Yep, I got it. As a fellow woman, I'm here to say that you're doing good, girls, keep up the sisterhood, I'm proud of you.

... I lied, it makes me lose my damn chill.