#🙈 why am I so predictable?!

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hello!! hole ur doing well, can i request top!m reader w beel from OM? smth involving lingeries n feminization maybe? tyyy<3

TYYYY FOR REQUESTING THIS I GOT CARRIED AWAY CZ I LUUUUUUV BEEL + LINGERIE + FEMINIZATION IT MAKES ME CRAZY KISSES KISSES u accidentally hit one of my favvvv things so idc that its outrageously long <33333 the typo is so funny i would be doing better with a hole. anyway i am doing well here is a gift just 4 u my love hee hee i hope u like itttt🙈

cw: chest/nipple play (c. receiving), chestjob (r. receiving), oral (r. receiving), feminization, praise. ended up making reader more of a soft dom than just a top so 4give me if you did not want that <33

minors dni!

"what is this?"

on his knees in front of your closet in the aftermath of a failed stashed snack raid, beelzebub holds up a fine strip of fabric; a shimmering piece from a lingerie set that costed more than your life, probably.

"oh, that's from asmo. he said i could break it in."

beel gives you a blank look as you speak. "break it in?" and you see his hands tense toward the literal, flexing in a manner as if he intends to shred the fabric. your hand shoots out to grab his wrist, though you know your own strength won't stop him.

"as in use!" you breathe out a sigh of relief when he stops.

"why couldn't asmo use it? isn't it his?" he holds it up to inspect it properly. it's a white, lacy thing with a delicate trim that catches in the light. it's transparent and gauzy in places, with silk ribbons to hold it all together. it's pretty.

not functional, though. asmo had been given a boxed promotional set in an array of sizes, many of which were much too big for him, and much too expensive to just brazenly throw out. he'd opted instead to pawn gift them to you.

beel frowns when you explain this. runs a thumb over the fabric, thoughtful. "it doesn't look too big."

you grin. "he said the top half was way too big for him. he doesn't like women's lingerie, says it fits weird on him. it'd probably fit you, though." you stand from your crouched position beside him, ruffling his hair. "your chest is like a girl's, anyway. guess you're luckier than he is."

and something clicks.

...

it takes months from then for him to work up to this.

for someone like beelzebub, who is simple in his pleasures, who doesn't bother thinking over what he would and wouldn't theoretically like (what's the point?), who is instead content in sticking to what he knows feels good and basks in it, this is a step in a direction he doesn't know what to make of.

but he doesn't see the point thinking too much about it, because if it feels good, then what does it matter?

and it does feel good. it felt good when you said it so easily with him on his knees: your chest is like a girl's, anyway. and when you joked during levi's boring tabletop roleplaying game on your character's twist royal lineage, when asked who your princess would be, your hand flirtily on his knee under the table: beel, i guess. and after one of his work out sessions, when his shirt rode up and you zeroed in on it like a moth to a flame, smoothed a hand thoughtfully over his waist: like one of those bikini models in mammon's fashion magazines.

and it feels good now, when you have him seated on your lap on your couch like something precious, dressed up for you in white lace and silk.

beel doesn't feel self-conscious, even when he's wearing so little. the lingerie fits him well, as you'd predicted. the bralette of the dress clings to his chest, stretched tight over his pecs and fanning out in a pretty skirt that he can't help but fidget with. the suspender belt and stockings were a fight to get on, but they make his legs feel smooth, and he likes the way your eyes darken when you gaze over his skin pudging out of the tight straps crossing up his thighs.

"no," he says with a shake of his head, and he leans forward a little, into you, still towering over you. it's a wonder how you can make him feel small and cherished when he's so much bigger than you are. his thick thighs splay across your hips, and they tense when you run your hands over them.

"you look like a doll," you say with a smile, and that look is in your eye again. it makes his stomach hot. your finger hooks under one of the straps on his thigh and pull it taut. it pops back against his skin with a snap!, and he jumps. you smile at that, too. it makes his stomach hotter.

he sits still while your hands work over him, smoothing and cupping over his body. sometimes over the lingerie and sometimes under, and the touches are long and hot enough for him to end up with him starting to get hard, tense in the way he always gets when he wants friction but wants even more to behave for you. it feels weird to be stroked like this, like you really are admiring the craftmanship of a doll, or maybe just groping him like a pervert, but it's not unpleasant.

"it fits you so well." you pinch and stoke up his waist, just under the hem of the bralette, and he finally realizes your intent when he sees your eyes fix on his chest. "especially here." oh, but he's always too quick to get worked up when you play around with him like this.

"um, wait," he says, hands flying to circle your arms, but your palms are already cupping the meat of his pecs firmly, and he jerks forward without meaning to. instead of pulling them away, all he can do is cling to your forearms when you make a massaging motion. heat coils in him and he releases a heavy sigh. "i..."

you look back up at him, feigning innocence. "is something wrong?"

"no, i just- ah," he mumbles, suddenly embarrassed. his knees try to knock together but only end up squeezing your hips. "my chest..." his tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth.

beelzebub doesn't continue. your hands continue their motions, kneading his pecs with the firm intent of making him blush and shudder in your lap, and of course it works - his chest has always been sensitive. his arms shake when they circle your head to rest his forearms along the back of the couch, leaning into your touch.

he chokes out a sound when your thumbs finally press over his nipples, and his hips stutter into yours. you rub them in short, firm circles that make him purr, boneless against you, feeling much too hot to really lament getting hard so quickly. you've always liked to exploit this weakness of his.

your hips cant up into his hips and he whines against your neck open-mouthed as you roll them between your thumbs. "that was fast."

"uh-huh," he pants. he rolls his hips firmly and without rhythm, just seeking friction - you haven't reprimanded him for it, so he's not doing anything wrong, right? he continues rocking eagerly.

"i was right about what i said before," you coo into his ear, a distraction from your nips and squeezes at his nipples between your fingers. "your chest is like a girl's." and you press down on them again, hard, and buck your hips up just right, and he melts against you with a sweet moan.

it's a short-lived pleasure. he grumbles a confused sound when you push him back, leaning him back in your lap. his cock is hard and heavy, straining up against his white panties, but they must be enchanted to stay in place. he jerks forward without meaning to when you give his chest one final squeeze, a glint in your eyes.

"i wanna see what else i can do with them."

...

beelzebub sits dutifully between your spread thighs, ignoring the fire in his gut in favor of staring in anticipation at your cock tenting against the zipper of your jeans.

"it tastes weird," he complains as you swipe your thumb under his lower lip, wiping away any wayward pink. but his eyes remain glued to your cock, and he swallows reflexively.

"not about how it tastes. it's supposed to make you look pretty." you cap the lipstick and set it aside. (or was it lip gloss? he doesn't know the difference.)

beel squirms a little and finally tears his gaze from your bulge, hands tentatively squeezing your knees. "do i?" he asks quietly. he looks away when you meet his gaze, bashful. "do i look pretty like a..." you've called him pretty in the past, but this time...

your hand catches on his jaw and force his head back to look at you. "like a girl?" you clarify, and your grip softens with a fond smile when he slowly and bashfully nods. your thumb presses against his lips, despite being so careful in your application of color, and he opens it pliantly. "you look like a very pretty girl, beel."

"oh," he breathes, your thumb pressed firmly on his tongue while your knuckles hold under his chin, keeping his mouth open. he squeezes your knees again and clenches his own together and his eyes once more fall down when your other hand drifts to your zipper.

he should be embarrassed about the way he salivates when your cock springs free, especially since you can feel it when you hold his mouth open. you fist your cock and stroke it slowly, watching as he swallows reflexively around nothing, and his spine tingles when you chuckle lowly.

"sit still, beel." you warn, and pull him toward your cock and angle it properly for him, just enough to almost graze the hot head of it against his tongue. you say something else but just the smell of you so close to him has his brain sparking. all he can do is nod to whatever you said, sharp and jerky, eyes wide and begging.

but you still don't release him. you keep your grip on his chin, holding him in place as you slowly and firmly stroke yourself, head angled toward his tongue, so close, as if you were just going to cum over his tongue and he whines low, now confused. you knew how much he loved you in his mouth- what were you doing?

you smile as beel squirms, this time shifting to angle your hips up a little. but when you pull him forward, you pull him up- away from your cock, and the momentum pulls his chest forward, cushioning it against your stomach. you sigh at the feeling and release his mouth, which is drooling freely.

"like this," you murmur, your hands guiding his to the sides of his chest. he pushes his pecs together as you direct him to, wobbling a little on his knees before he steadies himself.

his eye snap from your cock sandwiched between his pecs to your face a little frantically once he realizes that you aren't, in fact, going to throatfuck him. "but-"

"not yet, baby," you croon, like he's so silly for wanting your cock in his mouth instead of between his tits. "said i wanted to play with your chest more, didn't i? you're doing so good."

one of your hands grips his hair at the back of his head, not enough to hurt, just to steady him. the other wiggles between where you're connected; you fiddle with the ribboned straps of his bralette, feeding your cock underneath it to hug it firmly between his pecs, and he shudders when you rub one of his nipples with a thumb for good measure before you lean back.

like this, you direct, and beel can't help but obey you when you manhandle him in in how to move. it's a much tighter fit than he thought it'd be- the meat of his chest already pops a bit between the ribbons, made all the tighter with the heat of your thick cock pulsing between them. he's clumsy at first, not sure how tight to squeeze or how fast to move, but he gains a slow and steady rhythm after a while, one that makes you coo in approval.

the sight of it is mesmerizing, your fat cockhead thrusting in and out of his pecs with a slick pop every time it reappears. it's hot and sticky from his drool, which makes for an easier glide, and soon he's getting into it too, panting a little every time he goes down.

and with you groaning above him, his own arousal is long forgotten in favor of chasing yours.

you thrust your hips up once when he strokes down and your cock hits his chin, smearing against his lips; he gasps and heat floods him at the taste, the way it always does. his tongue sticks out reflexively, swirling around the head of your cock, and when you don't scold him he moans around it, head bobbing down.

from this position he can't take much, but even just the inch he gets in his mouth is amazing. he sucks it dutifully, reverently, and massages his chest around you, coaxing your cock to spit more delicious precum against his tongue.

"fuck," you wheeze, and beelzebub gargles a moan when you thrust up higher. "your mouth's so fucking hot." your tone makes his hole clench, but before he can really get into it, the grip you have on his hair pulls his head off. he suckles at your head as you pull out, a strand of saliva connecting your pulsing head to his mouth.

he licks his lips greedily, savoring the flavor, and pants open-mouthed when you thrust between his chest. "more," he whines, tongue hanging out to catch your cockhead every time you thrust up. he squeezes his pecs together and bounces them on your cock, eager for your cum, and moans when you hiss in pleasure.

"jus' like that," you slur, rocking your hips with him. "so good, you're doing so good."

he sucks at your head greedily whenever it reaches his mouth, tonguing your slit and laving it with care, all the while pinching and rolling you in his chest. his hips buck against one of your calves clumsily, more of an afterthought to the pleasure of his mouth, and he chokes on his spit when you abruptly shove his head down, feeding your cock in deeper.

"take it," you grunt, and he sucks you into his mouth as deep as he can with his chest in the way. it's wet and sticky from drool and precum, and your balls slap noisily against the underside of his pecs every time he bounces them down. it's lewd but he doesn't care, too caught up in the wet heat of everything to focus on anything else but your voice and your cock throbbing against his chest and the way your free hand thumbs at one of his nipples. "that's it, take it, swallow it all like a good girl."

he does so obediently, moaning all the while, swallowing down the thick load you give him, hot and sticky in his mouth, like a good girl. he can feel everything, every throb of your lipstick-peppered cock between his chest as you thrust into him, every pulse of your heavy balls against the satin ropes crossing his chest as your cock spits rope after rope of sticky cum over his tongue and the back of his throat. he doesn't stop, milking you for as much cum as he can get; swirls his tongue against your head as he sucks, head bobbing, massaging his tits around you. the extra attention makes it last longer than most of your orgasms, and you grunt and roll your hips with him, prolonging it for as much as you can. his eyes roll. he's in heaven.

finally, you eventually pull beel off, this time with more effort- he suckles you all the while, greedy to keep you in, and finally separates with a final yank and a satisfying pop. “tastes so good.” he drools, still panting, rubbing his cheek against your thigh, a slow, satisfied look creeping into his dewy eyes.

he rubs his cheek against your palm happily when you settle it down on him, like a cat, not caring about the smearing of drool or lipstick or cum. the heat in him hasn't quelled, but he's more sated now with a bellyful of your hot cum. his favorite snack. your other hand fidgets with his chest and he squeaks when you tweak his nipples, pulling your cock free from under his lingerie with a lewd, sticky sound.

he almost thinks you're done until you knock your calf up, right against his cock- he moans suddenly and jerks his hips down to meet you, gripping your spit-stained jeans.

"we're not done yet, don't worry." your fist returns to his hair and pulls him up higher and higher, knee firm between his legs, until you can pepper his jaw with kisses. "don't you want me to fuck you like a good girl, too, beel?"

[staygoldwriting]

💌 To the Steve I Loved Before: Part 1

A Steve Harrington TATBILB!AU fic

Summary: Y/N has written love letters to get over her deepest crushes. What happens when Steve Harrington gets his hands on her letter to him?

Disclaimer: This is inspired by the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before series by Jenny Han! I have used none of her characters, but have only used the premise of a love letter in the wrong hands. 

Word count: ~850

Warnings: None, just fluff as usual 🙈

A/N: I feel like I keep saying I’ll be back on the writing train officially, but I think that the introduction of a series will finally make me follow through! I’m so so excited about this series, and I hope you guys enjoy it! The whole plot isn’t determined yet, so please make sure to send in your comments about what you’d like to see next--it might inspire me 😉 As always, please show love and support ❤️✨

“I still can’t believe you’re leaving me. I mean, who am I going to hang out with? Who will I eat lunch with? What will I do with my life?”

“Robin, you’re being extremely dramatic.”

“I am not,” she said, rolling over from laying on her back to laying on her stomach. She was on your bed, pensively holding a stuffed dog and stroking its ear. 

“Let’s look at the facts here,” you began logically.

“Fact one: you’re leaving me,” Robin grumbled.

“For a college twenty minutes away,” you pointed out.

“But you won’t be here everyday,” Robin whined. “Seriously, Y/N, I’m going to be a senior this year, and you won’t be here for it.”

“Robin,” you said, sitting on your bed next to her, “I really promise you that I’ll be around, honest. I’ll be there for all your big senior events, and I’ll be home every weekend. Maybe I’ll even come to have lunch with you some days,” you said, bumping her shoulder.

“Sure, likely story,” Robin said bitterly. “Just wait, you’ll get a ton of friends at college and you’ll forget all about me.”

“Impossible!” you said. “You’re my best friend, Robin.”

“I’m your only friend, Y/N.”

“Ouch,” you said sassily. 

“Maybe you need a boyfriend to come back to,” Robin said thoughtfully, smirking. “If you get one here, you can’t have one at college, and then you’ll definitely come back.”

“Okay, A, I already have a reason to come back,” you said, poking her, “and B, there aren’t any good guys in Hawkins.”

“I think your letters might say differently,” Robin said, raising her eyebrows.

“I told you to never bring those letters up, Robin,” you said sternly.

“Where are they anyway?” Robin wondered, getting up and going into your closet.

“Robin, no!” you said as she reached to the top shelf. She grabbed a small box covered in stickers. 

“So predictable,” she smirked, shaking her head and opening the box. “Let’s see, Andrew Jacobs, Kevin S., blah, blah, blah… woah.”

“What?” you asked.

“Why do you have a letter for Steve Harrington?” she said, holding the letter tightly in her hands.

“Robin, give it back,” you said firmly, but she moved away too quickly for you. “Robin, I’m not joking, I need it back!”

“Oh, whatever,” she said, shoving the box back to you. “Can I read it?” she asked simply.

“What? Why? No!” you replied, confused.

“Well, I know him, and I mean, I don’t know, I just sort of wanted to know what you think of him.”

“I can’t imagine why my opinion of Steve Harrington matters to you,” you said.

“Okay, okay,” she said, throwing her hands up in defense. “But with the love of your life in mind, I have to go,” she said, grabbing her bag.

“What?” you asked, chuckling.

“That’s right, Y/N, this is what I’ve come to in preparation for your departure,” Robin said dramatically, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “I have to go to work at my terrible job scooping ice cream with Steve Harrington.”

“Ah, that’s right, little Miss Scoops Ahoy,” you said, holding back a laugh.

“You just love to see me suffer, don’t you?” Robin asked, eyes narrowed.

“I can’t wait to see you in your uniform, Bucky Buck,” you teased.

“Call me Bucky Buck one more time, and I’ll tell Steve about the letter,” she threatened.

“Robin!” you yelled in panic. 

-💌-

Robin tapped her fingers on the counter and looked at her watch. She sighed loudly and groaned.

“Steve Harrington, late again,” she scoffed, then reached into her pocket and took out your love letter to Steve. She looked around her, then opened the letter quietly, hunching herself over to read it. She could feel bad for taking it, but hey, you were leaving her for college. You owed her this.

As she read, she held a hand to her mouth, stifling a giggle, but then her hand drew back down, looking at it seriously. She felt a lump in her throat and a new feeling of sympathy rush into her beating heart. 

“What are you doing?”

Robin jumped up, gasping as she turned to see Steve, who looked at her suspiciously.

“Nothing,” she said quickly, trying to hide the letter, but Steve’s eyes followed her hand as she shoved it in her pocket.

“What is that?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing, just the orders we need to make this week,” Robin said quickly, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, great, I was waiting on that! I can call it in,” he said, holding his hand out to Robin.

“NO! I mean, I can handle it,” Robin said, looking frightened.

“It’s my job, Robin, just hand it to me,” Steve said, stepping closer to her. 

“I-have to go to the bathroom,” Robin said, rushing to the back. Steve looked bewildered, shaking his head. He looked down at the ground and picked up an envelope.

“To Steve Harrington, the first love of my life,” Steve read to himself, then looked up, feeling even more confused than before.

“Is Robin in love with me?”

-💌-

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[fishnapple]

I shall go through your pinned post then.

I’ve a few Qs, pls answer them at your leisure.

1) Do you see tarot as a predictive tool or one of self-help?

2) Astrology tells us that there are certain things that are bound to happen. Yes free-will exists, but there are SOME things once cannot escape. Do you feel tarot has such beliefs too?

3) Do you feel the future can be changed?

Sorry for bombarding you with Qs. 🙈 But am always so curious to know what tarot readers say about stuff like this!

I love discussions so it's always a joy to receive questions like these. If you have more questions or just want to share something, feel free to let me know.

Before answering your Qs, I have to put a disclaimer beforehand that all of these are my personal thoughts and experiences and I don't seek to deny the validity of other opinions. And also my spiritual beliefs don't really align with any particular system.

1) Do you see tarot as a predictive tool or one of self-help?

I see Tarot and other divination mediums as a tool to help us connect with the collective and our own individual unconscious. As the term "unconscious" denotes, it's a part that we don't usually aware of in ourselves and how it connects to everything.

Through Tarot, we become more aware of that part, gain more knowledge from it. But what we do with that knowledge is our own choice. Let's imagine the unconscious as a raw database and Tarot is an open source data processing program with many tools for analysing, predicting trends based on existing data, combine data to make a whole new thing etc. The tools will keep being added, updated based on the user (us)'s needs and skills.

So yes, Tarot can be used as a predictive tool or one of self-help, it can also be used for many different purposes as long as the user can get reliable results from it. I've asked Tarot for big life decisions, predicting major events, but I've also asked Tarot for advice on simple things like the place to go, the food to buy (yes lol) just to see how life will unfold.

2) Astrology tells us that there are certain things that are bound to happen. Yes free-will exists, but there are SOME things once cannot escape. Do you feel tarot has such beliefs too?

I think the only things that we cannot escape are the parents whom we are born to and our physical death. One can also argue that our higher self chose our parents but I'm of the belief that there is an underlying system that ensures the balance of the universe and we are placed in the right time and place according to that system. But it's not a rigid system but a flexible one, constantly changing to adapt to new situations.

And where do those new situations come from? from us, by our conscious or unconscious choices. Things that are considered bound to happen, things that one cannot escape are actually the results of our choices. Sometimes we make those choice unconsciously so it looks like we are just some passive pawns moved by some higher hands. The more aware we are of ourselves, the less we feel that our life is governed by outside force. This explains why some people who are aware of themselves, aware of all their light and dark sides, their gray sides, rarely resonate with their astrology chart or Tarot readings. Because their life is not controlled by a seemingly outside unknown force anymore.

Astrology chart can be the blueprint for our journey, but how we build it, how we decorate it, how we renovate it later on is our own choices. Tarot predictions are also like that.

3) Do you feel the future can be changed?

The answer to this question can be seen from the previous questions. The future is a result that will likely happen if we follow the trends of our existing actions, an extrapolation. Anything that hasn't happened yet, can be changed.

[phoenixtakaramono]

Fanfiction Tropes Tier List (Reader Edition)

Thank you for the tag, @deliciouskeys! (Here's their tier list!)

I tag: @fuckingpajamas, @phtalate, @tzeentchs-secretary-tea-time, @digitalbath1988, @vanshoundd, @tocadoguara, and anyone who wants to do this! I’d be very interested to see how y’all would rank ‘em :) but ofc no pressure if you don’t want to or have already done this!

…So I feel like I need to give some context🧍🏻‍♀️🙈 The tl;dr is: I will read almost anything, but I have certain standards/ expectations that must be met in order for me to continue.

I tried to organize these tropes from top ➡️ bottom, have strong feelings about (would more likely read) ➡️ am less passionate about going from left ➡️ right. For the bottom tiers with asterisks, I arranged them from “this specific trope represents the tier description” ➡️ “eh, it fits here but I don’t really hold strong opinions about these” from left ➡️ right.

⬇️Expand for a detailed breakdown below the line break ⬇️

My Tier List for fanfic tropes I consume as a Reader differ in some areas from tropes I’d like to write or would be open to writing as a Writer. As a reader, I usually give almost every fanfic a chance with my own arbitary criteria—although what I read is very ship dependent according to their canon dynamic (for example, I will devour Enemies to Lovers for one specific OTP in one fandom, but would NEVER read that trope applied to a different fav ship of mine in a different fandom). I also tossed in some danmei BL tropes, for funsies and because I want more people to know about them <3.

And remember, if you like any of these that I personally don’t, that’s great! Everyone has their own preferences. Please don’t take offense. These are just how I view these tropes specifically according to me, haha. It says less about you and more about me being picky with what I like to read and gives context about what kind of bibliophile (person who likes reading) I am.

Tier 1 (SSS Level)

Slowburn: Just as context, I regularly read light novels (hetero, danmei, and baihe) which can easily range from 100ch-300ch each. So slowburns is the quintessential demisexual experience for me, and I love it when they’re long fics where we get to see characters grow and relationships develop, with worldbuilding and an interesting plot. I think the longest I’ve ever read was +2.8K chapters of a story I was addicted to. Typically if I see it’s a slowburn, I know I’m gonna have a good time.

Fix-It Fic: As much as I love canon of the original source material, there are certain canon story decisions and/or plotholes that hurt me—so it’s always great to see someone write their own interpretation to try to “fix it.” You get banger fics and it’s just so creative and a nice catharsis.

Canon Divergence: Same as how I regard a Fix-It.

Dark Fic: Irl I obviously do not condone any of the things that typically happen in Dark Fics. But as someone who has consumed your usual wholesome healthy Lifetime Original style romance stories for a loooooong time, that type of milquetoast wholesomeness has become bland and predictable for me—which is why the wild and crazy shenanigans that happen in Dark Fics spices things up for me and I like that it keeps me guessing. I don’t want to read about things from my life. I think screwed up characters can offer so much more interesting stakes than a Good Guy. I like the tension and uncertainty. Ex. this is why I tend to prefer the protag/villain ships over the protag/childhood friend ships; it’s why a princely character who is secretly yandere is so much more interesting than a sidekick character with a bland and forgettable personality. The writers of Dark Fics, 9/10 times, produce something so interesting that I can’t put my phone down and I just have to binge through their entire fic because the suspense is k*lling me.

Conspiracy & Schemes: Mysteries? Political intrigue? Palace drama? Yes, please, inject it into my veins.

Strong Protagonist & Strong Love Interest: It’s similar to how I’ve come to prefer reading Dark Fics. The market’s too oversaturated with the damsel in distress trope being saved by his/her prince charming. I’ve read too many novels and fanfics about that dynamic, it’s gotten a little stale for me, haha. Give me the clever, scheming, morally grey or villainous MC with a strong backbone. I like badasses. As for the ML or FL, I also prefer them to be strong or scheming as well so they can be a power couple with the MC—and curb-stomp the world and their enemies. …*holds face like a blushing maiden* Don’t they sound like the equivalent of a fairytale couple?

Mutual Pining: Yes, yes, yes. It’ll never be not good.

Revenge-Rebirth: I love underdog characters plotting their secret machinations and getting their revenge. Pair it with a rebirth, where a previous villain(ess) or cannon fodder who’d suffered before learns from the mistakes of their previous life and uses their second life to faceslap their enemies and turn their destiny around? Yes, yes, yes.

Survival Game: I love the Infinite Flow (survival horror/ death game) genre, what can I say? If you’ve read the famous ones, you know why. The writing is almost always superb and so interesting (seeing all the unique horror instances that the MC has to figure out in order to survive). It’s just so imaginative.

Obsessive Love: Same as how I regard a Dark Fic. I do not condone it irl, but an unhealthily codependent partner in my fictional romances? Yes. I want them to be even more obsessed with my favorite character and fall deeper and deeper in love.

Misunderstanding: There is a difference between how I view misunderstandings versus how I view miscommunication (which can grate on my nerves if not executed well). I believe you fundamentally cannot have a good long fic without some misunderstandings that the MC or Love Interest has to clear up, and it’s always so good once the cat is out of the bag and the truth is revealed.

Isekai/ Transmigration (World-Hopping): Yes. Gimme. It’s like 10 stories in one. I like it when your ordinary layperson gets transported into a different fantastical world or pseudohistorical world or into a different modern world of much different circumstances depending on their new identity. I like these duck out of water stories.

Historical AU & Royalty AU: There’s just something about pseudo-medieval settings that can be so charming and interesting to read. If you’ve got royalty thrown in, there’s the additional seasoning of power struggles between members of royalty and aristocracy, and political intrigue, and seeing how a kingdom is run. Writers tend to do a good job worldbuilding these types of stories with characters I like moved into this new setting.

Established Relationship: The domesticity and PDA of it all can make my heart go dokidoki (especially if they’re a powerhouse couple). It can fall into the danger of coming across as bland, so this depends on the plot and writer’s execution of their relationship. I gotta have some stakes.

Enemies to Lovers: I love it for certain pairings.

Forbidden Love: It’s the tabooness of it that makes it interesting to read.

Friends to Lovers: As long as it’s not milquetoast or bland, I think most of the time this is executed well. It’s a step below an Established Relationship, so they’ve got wiggle room to develop into that.

Soulmate AU: It’s inherently romantic, what can I say? I will REALLY LOVE it though if the writer gives it a unique twist.

First Kiss & Sharing a Bed: It’s tender and sweet (or hot) and I will never get tired of it. You can’t go wrong with it.

Magic AU & Fairytale AU: It’s a fantasy world. As long as it’s not bland and there is a serviceable magic system, I will generally like it. (One caveat: it cannot be a HP AU. C’mon. As much as I like HP, you can do better as a writer than transporting these characters into the HP universe. Come up with your own magic system.) For fairytale AUs, it’s basically your Hans Christian Andersen/ Disney fairytale with your favorite characters. I don’t think you can go wrong with it. I just love any AUs in general.

Huddle for Warmth: Same as First Kiss & Sharing a Bed & PWP.

Tier 2 (A Level)

Fluff: Oftentimes reading cute fluff (like sneaking quick kisses or holding hands) can make me blush and giggle more than reading p0rn or smut on my phone in public. HOWEVER, unlike a oneshot where I can tolerate it, for me fluff has be spread sporadically throughout if it’s a long fic. If the long fic is just too fluffy and sweet all the way throughout (force-feeding me “meng” and “dog food” (PDA)), I get the equivalent of a sugary overdose and any interest I have for the fic dries up into “ugh, that’s enough”—which usually ends up with me dropping the fic if the fluff had oversaturated everything (all sugar/ fluff, no real meaty substance). There’s only so much cutesy uwu, descriptions of someone’s soft coquettish voice scratching the Love Interest’s heart like a cat’s paw, etc that I can stomach at a time. It’s like junk food; I can’t eat too much of it.

PWP: As a connoisseur of all things slowburn and a demisexual irl, I have to be in the mood to read a PWP. It’s p0rn without plot; I don’t expect to be reading much plot (although it’d be a pleasant surprise if the p0rn came with some serviceable-enough plot 👌). It is what’s written on the tin. I’m not here expecting a Shakespearean masterpiece. A writer was gripped by the h0rny and decided to share, and this was the result. I’m here to turn my brain off, have fun, and read about two of my favorite fictional characters banging each other stupid.

Im Vino Veritas (Drunken Confessions): Yes, gimme. I’m picky about the execution and the follow-up scene that comes after the drunken confession though (after the drunk character sobers up). The writer has to be skilled enough for me to root for the character and not cringe (unless the whole point is to cringe at the drunk confessing because it’s established they’re a cannon fodder character who won’t get together with the MC or Love Interest).

Missing Scenes: I generally like it when writers come up with a What-If scenario that happens between Point A and Point C of canon. It can be fun and believable—especially if they get the characterization right. Then it’s like reading a little bonus content (like, you know it’s a person’s headcanon but, dang, it’s written so well I could almost believe it was canon).

Office AU: I love me my rich Sugar Daddy AUs and doting CEO husbands pampering and spoiling their lovers. I enjoy reading about a business expanding into a powerful corporation and the power struggles that come with. It’s a guilty pleasure. (I do have to try not to think about HR though.)

Showbiz AU: It’s a guilty pleasure. Sometimes I learn something new about the acting or modeling or fashion industry, and it’s interesting. I also like seeing the journey of the unknown underdog MC rising like a phoenix from a nobody to a well-respected powerhouse of their industry.

Reincarnation: Same as how I regard almost other AUs here (inject it into my veins). With reincarnation though, I usually like to see the rebirth have an affect on the story. It’s an important plot device after all. If it seems like the whole rebirth part could be omitted and it wouldn’t even impact the story with that aspect removed, then…well, sorry, the story didn’t execute it well.

Cold Love Interest: Depends on the execution, but I like it when you have this character who’s known to be cold slowly be thawed out the more and more they start opening up to the Main Character—until they inevitably fall in love. It’s essentially reading about an ice cube that has melted into warm spring water. The transformation can be so beautiful and moving, because you’ve been following them on their journey of self-discovery and finding happiness. (However, my tolerance toward Cold Characters does have a limit; they can’t be irredeemable at the start. Because if it’s the equivalent of the Wife Chasing Crematorium trope, where the Love Interest is a cheating (?) murderous (?) selfish abusive assh0le who has essentially traumatized the MC and still gets together with them at the end…….ugh, 9/10 times I will dislike it even if the ML or FL realizes how much their actions have hurt the MC and tries their best to make up to it for the rest of their lives.)

Dense Protagonist: A protagonist who is oblivious to the Love Interest character pining and simping hardcore after them can be hilarious. However, I am generally picky about its execution. It can teeter the fine line between endearing and dumb/ annoying. At some point, their denseness can become too much (to the point where it’s no longer funny or amusing) that my suspension of disbelief drops and it’s no longer fun to read the story for me personally.

Unrequited Love: Depends on the context. Is it the writer’s intention to make it bittersweet and unresolved? Is the character pining after their unrequited love, and it’s the early stage of the story where the MC or ML/FL have yet to reciprocate? Is the intention to make me cry? For all of these, I usually like to know before I jump into a fic—because I’m a sappy woman who gets easily teary-eyed and I easily get touched by moving depictions of the human connection. So I don’t want my young glass maiden heart to be hurt too much, haha; there’s only so much abuse my heart can handle.

Crossover: At some point, I run out of fics (the good ones) to read for the specific ship I like. So I turn to crossovers, to see how my favorite MC can be shipped with someone else. If the writer’s good, they can blend the worlds and these cast of characters together seamlessly. It’s like a brain puzzle—so I have countless admiration for those who can execute crossovers well.

Time Loop: This is your usual Nicholas Sparks’ (a romance writer) type of story; a time loop is basically Groundhog Day where the MC has to figure out how to break the time loop—and I’m usually invested in the mystery of how they’re gonna pull it off. I’d like to say when I’m in the mood to read this, writers tend to execute the trope well (my logic: if you’re going to introduce a plot device, make it relevant to the story; if it can be omitted and it doesn’t detract from the experience, then it doesn’t need to be there).

Hurt/ Comfort: To an extent. It’s the same as Fluff or Angst for me. Moderation is key.

Sex Pollen & Bang or Die: Similar to how I regard PWPs.

Arranged Marriage: Generally I will like if executed well. I almost put this in Tier 3, because I more often than not don’t usually click on a fic if I see this trope tagged (because my brain thinks about the irl implications). BUT…it is the premise of almost every transmigration (isekai) light novel or manhua/manhwa I read—and they work because it’s a fish out of water story where the MC finds out there they have an arranged marriage to a king, prince, duke, noble, knight, etc with a certain cruel or perfect reputation, and you get to read about them learning about their real selves and falling in love over time with their fiancée/fiancé. And it’s so cute. This is my expectation when I read fics with this trope: a fairytale-like romance, where the arranged marriage managed to work out in this couple’s favor instead of it being loveless.

Baby Fic & Pregnancy Fic: I would not go out of my way to read oneshots where the whole premise is specifically only about either of this. It has to be just one of the ingredients in the whole long fic. Writing children is tougher than you think (you have to be so careful writing about them because you can toe the line between making them precocious and making them annoying), and some people are unable to respectfully write pregnancy characters, choosing instead to focus on the humor of pregnancy stereotypes—but the gags can come across as shallow writing than giving it the proper respect it deserves. So it depends on 1) the execution and 2) my mood. I’ve read a couple good ones, but that’s because the writer is good at delivering the concept that is easily digestible and frames the whole process of birth and child rearing as a beautiful process of nature and life.

Tier 3 (B Level)

A/B/O: I will not intentionally go out of my way 99/100 times to read Omegaverse stories. Shocker, I know. It’s just, for me, I tend to find a majority of these general A/B/O fics…shallow and of little substance. Most of the time, I find the writing can also be a bit distasteful, especially when it comes to the omega and alpha dynamic in this kinda story (in the wrong hands, the writer can make their story come across as r@pey and sexist/ misogynistic, especially if an alpha’s being aggressive and forceful with the MC because they’ve been affected by the smell of an omega’s heat—and now I’m reading descriptions of the omega character sobbing and crying out “no, no, no” and “please stop” and I’m in disbelief why people find this hot). I also don’t like the submissiveness of the omega character where it’s like I’m reading about a milquetoast wet rag who has all their fight drained out and has no personality other than being a hole that produces slick and blushes constantly. Also, for me, predictability is not something I like; if I can predict everything that’s going to happen in a fic, I will become bored. I need some kinda serviceable plot for me to be emotionally invested in an A/B/O fic or there’s some kinda hook that keeps me coming back. I can enjoy the rare one A/B/O fic out of one hundred similar A/B/O fics, but I am INCREDIBLY PICKY about what I choose. The premise itself is also very important to what makes or breaks an A/B/O fic experience for me (for example, if it’s a Dark fic, then I can be more forgiving because it’s expected for there to be dark themes).

Miscommunication: For me there’s no in-between. I will either hate or love this trope, depending on its execution in the fic. On the extreme end of hatred, I am ticked off when a conflict in the story can be easily resolved had the character(s) communicated properly—and it’s just so incredibly dumb. On the opposite end, miscommunication can be done well as a funny gag or a plot device that shows how differently characters can interpret a situation or words. So depending on which one of these the fic delivers, it determines how much I can enjoy a fic.

Love Triangle: See my opinion on Harem Fics, and now make my aversion less strong. I’m a wee more forgiving on this trope because it’s a love triangle where you start off with the MC, the ML/FL, and the love rival—and the story is about the MC choosing one of them. The other Love Triangle I’m okay with is if it’s obviously a poly ship where the MC ends up with two people—but it has to be executed well (I generally have to like both options for the MC). I’m more of a monogamous soulmate type of gal, so I’m kinda picky on the execution when a story focuses on the love triangle. It can’t drag on to the point where I find it to be insufferable. The danger with a love triangle is I, your reader, might come to like the Second Male Lead or Second Female Lead—and think they were a better fit for the MC than the actual Fe/Male Lead that was chosen just because this character was the writer’s favorite. In this case, the moment the wrong candidate is chosen, my interest in the fic dwindles and I feel like I’m reading a lesser version of what initially drew me to the fic in the first place. So now it’s the writer’s responsibility to show me why their choice is the correct one.

Angst: It’s like junk food; the key is moderation. I can’t have too much of it—otherwise it’s too angsty and the poignant emotional knives become laughable.

Humor: Humor is subjective, and differs for each person. What the writer finds funny might not be what I find funny. I’m more of a subtle gal. So if a fic’s meant to be funny throughout, it runs the risk of teetering towards me feeling secondhand embarrassment and cringing—because it’s too much and unfunny. But if a writer genuinely writes something surprising that makes me laugh, I do appreciate their talent at grasping the opportunity and having the know-how to effectively inject some lighthearted humor.

Fake Relationship: …My enjoyment level HEAVILY depends on its execution. It’s the characterization, their chemistry, and plot that have to save it for me.

Amnesia Fic: See, I understand it’s a plot device—which is why I’m a lil more forgiving. But don’t you hate it when all of a sudden a character gets memory wiped after all that progress? (I feel like I wasted my time just as the story was turning good, and now they have to start over? Kinda feels like unnecessary filler and it can drag on, and I feel like banging my head against the wall.) On a lesser extent of my pickiness, I don’t like it as much when it’s used as an exposition framing device, with the MC or Love Interest having no recollection of anything—and they’re lied to at the start about who they’re supposed to be…because you know there will be a dramatic fallout happening when they inevitably find out and that predictability (they fall out, and then you know sometime later something will bring them back together…the fakeout dramatic “breakup” is just so contrived and mechanical and formulaic) is what turns me off. (I don’t mind the amnesia trope as much if it’s used in a psychological horror/ thriller story though.)

Shizun F*cker: It’s your master (teacher) x disciple Chinese classic. I went through a phase of binging these stories and I find they’re generally all very good, but there does come a point where you start seeing similarities and not enough freshness with this trope and they all blend together (especially if it feels like it’s a pale imitation inferior copycat version of certain shizun f*cker classics). Nowadays this kinda premise has to be accompanied by something fresh and unique in order for me to keep reading—and turn my brain off from thinking about the irl teacher-student implications.

Secret Identities: If executed well, I like the reveal of their true identity in the story. It’s like you have this lowkey cute crush who has been helping you all this time—and you find out he’s, like, a mafia don or the CEO of a conglomerate or an international spy. It’s the gap moe contrast of who they pretend to be versus the secret badass they really are. It does come with the risk of some predictability for me though which can ruin my immersion (y’know…the typical MC’s outrage when finding out their Love Interest’s real identity: “You lied to me?! How can I believe you now when all you’ve done is lie to me?!” ➡️ A genuine apology ➡️ Fallout ➡️ Some sort of dramatic reconciliation after the MC or ML/FL was kidnapped).

Tier 4 (C Level)

Dubcon: It’s teetering on the verge between what I find tolerable and what I find unacceptable. As long as it does not fall into the Non-Con territory and isn’t written distastefully, I can read dubcon stories where the consent is a blurry line between these two characters.

Major Character Death: I usually don’t seek this out—because I’m a big weepy baby and I don’t want to grow attached to these characters and bawl at the end when the inevitable happens. But on the super rare instances where I do click on a fic despite this warning tag, it means I have mentally and emotionally prepared myself to get knifed in the heart.

Mary Sue Fic: As much as I love power scaling fics and OP MCs, it does get boring if there’s no setback or conflict for the MC to learn from. I mean, sure, it’s fine for them to steamroll over everyone but if I’m reading +1K chapters of them just steamrolling, they’ve become a Mary Sue. I want flaws. I want setbacks. There’s only so much chuunibyou I can tolerate. There’s only so much descriptions of how ungodly beautiful or how shockingly genius the MC is at everything before I start rolling my eyes. Fatigue has set in and the OP character has become an insufferable milquetoast Mary Sue/ Gary Stu who can do no wrong. My suspension of disbelief has finally been worn away into nothingness. This can also apply to the Love Interest character (I understand their role in the story is to satisfy the ideal dream lover trope—but please give dimension to the character). I want three-dimensional characters with backstory and flaws and an interesting personality, not Mary Sues or Gary Stus.

Y/N (OC Fic): If I’m reading fanfic about my favorite character(s), I don’t want to spend my time reading about a writer’s Original Character or Self-Insert character being shipped with my favorite. I went in to read stories with my fav ship—and only that. There have been the few exceptions to this—but me liking a Y/N or a fic with OCs is ultra rare.

Breakup: Similar to my thoughts on Unrequited Love. But taken up to a hundred. If there’s been a breakup between the main couple in the fic—and it’s not in the beginning exposition chapter where we don’t yet know enough information about these characters—in the middle or near the end, chances are I think the relationship is f*cked anyway and therefore lose interest in the main ship itself in the fic. Even if they get back together at the end, I just think, “Honey…you can do so much better than him/her.” Which is why I usually don’t like reading breakups between the main couple in my fics. (And if the breakup is because the MC or Love Interest is in a precarious situation and they think pushing them away is the best way to protect them, it’s a cliché that makes me roll my eyes because it’s been so overdone and ugh, why pretend to be awful INSTEAD OF COMMUNICATING?)

Body Swap: …It depends SO MUCH on the execution. I cringe so hard if a character (usually the guy in the body of a girl) is feeling up their developed chest like a perv. There’s only a handful of Body Swap stories that do this trope well. If two characters are swapping bodies, I want to read about how they’re trying not to OOC (lol) and see how this body swap impacts the story and cast of characters in any meaningful way.

College AU: I’ve long since graduated from college. Nuff said. Might give a fic a try if it’s well-written or a short PWP (it is what’s written on the tin) but, as a working adult, reading about petty school drama wears on my patience. There has to be plot to keep me invested. Might also read if it dives into college controversies or campus scandals—but the suspense has to be executed well. Most of the time, it works if there’s some kinda big mystery like there’s been a crime committed. Because now you have a whodunnit mystery. And that’s so much more interesting than reading about students studying and doing homework, going to parties, crushing on the professor (also, here, yikes…if you want me to turn my brain off and not think about the real life implications (the teacher’s immediate suspension (hopefully) and losing their teaching privileges and license), you gotta reel me in with the plot or characters), or the typical student college experience.

Gen Fic: It’s bland, milquetoast, mid and forgettable. It’s like sucking out all the fun elements out of a fic—and that’s not my idea of a good time. I think the only way to pull this off is if it’s a Character Study fic.

Tier 5 (F Level)

High School AU: Give me real men or women; get out of here with the kiddy stuff. I’m outside the age range to be able to enjoy this. As a working career-woman, I really don’t want to spend my free time reading about minors and teen romance and teen drama. And if there’s adult content, sorry, just—no. My brain more often than not associates it to underage s3x—and it squicks me out. It’s also so much harder for me to suspend my disbelief that this inexperienced kid from high school is like this super genius hacker or ultra cover model beauty whom grown wo/men salivate over. (Because…god no, I DON’T want to read about a minor’s “milky thighs” or “coquettish voice.” They’re, like, 14-16 y/o. Who wants to read about a predator who has designs on a teenager?) Also, unless it is at the hilarious peak levels of highschool romcom like Kaguya-sama: Love is War but in fanfiction form, reading about two high school students crushing on each other is 99/100 times so boring and milquetoast to me. I am not the target audience for this trope.

Non-Con: The real life implications ruin any chance for me to want to do anything with this trope. Consent is king, y’all. Non-con is a personal squick—and therefore I will not read if it’s what’s gonna happen between the main couple no matter how sweet and regretful the ML or FL acts after the act. It’s r@pe; I do not find SA and being forced sexy in any way. The moment I see that there’s non-con between the main couple, that’s ruined any chances of me enjoying that ship in the fic. (The only exception I can think of for this is if the ML/FL was mind-controlled or didn’t have autonomy over their body due to some kinda magic shenanigans. Or if it’s non-con framed as a horrifying traumatic experience between a character and the unimportant cannon fodder who’s there in the story to be punished as a villain and won’t be forgiven in any way.) I will not seek it out if I see a fic’s been tagged with this. And if I encounter surprise non-con in my reading, I will immediately drop the fic.

Unhappy Ending: I have a glass maiden heart. I tear up easily when characters die or suffer in a book. I don’t want to get emotionally invested in a story and its characters, only to end up with an Unhappy Ending at the end. It just feels so unsatisfactory, like I’d wasted my time on this long fic when I could’ve spent that time productively reading something else that has a much happier and better conclusion.

Crack Fic: Now, the one exception to this is if a writer jokingly says their story revolves around a crackship, but the writing’s so dang unbelievably good you don’t even think it’s a crackship in a crack fic (it’s a bonafide good story). But aside from that, 99 out of 100 times, I will not read crack fics. A crack fic is a writer’s attempt at humor. And humor is so subjective. What they find funny or entertaining might not be what I find funny or entertaining. Most of the time, it’s also of little substance and random and the writing is all over the place (which…y’know, I get it; I notice a lot of people mention they had a wild dream about this and that’s the reason why they’re writing a crack fic.) I’m happy that they’re writing what they find funny and I’m hoping it’s fun for them, but crack fics are not my cuppa tea.

Coffeeshop AU: It’s so mid and blah to me. It’s the most milquetoast Meet Cute out of all the Meet Cutes they could have chosen. I think the only one I recently read in, like, years, is because of a Art & Fic Exchange Bang I’d participated in. It’s so long ago. Basically unless it’s a stalker or secret identity or psychological horror story to make it interesting, I’d rather read anything else than a bland Coffeeshop AU.

Next Generation: Similar to how I regard OC Fics or OCs in general. I’m here to read fanfiction to read about canon characters of a show or book. I did not come here to read about a writer’s cast of Original Characters or Self-Insert characters. If 99% of the fanfic is about the OCs who are the sons and daughters of the canon characters, I just won’t read it. Won’t touch it. Won’t come anywhere near it. They might as well have written an original story of their own instead of a fanfic. (But 99/100 times, it’s poorly written and you can tell it’s written by a younger writer…eeesh. The good thing is, the more they write, the more practice they’re getting, so the better their writing will be.)

Bonus (F Level)

Cheating/ NTR: my brain automatically associates irl with this—and I find it despicable. The 1% chance I would read this trope is if the MC/ Love Interest is shown the consequences of their actions and the story promises that the person who’s been cheated on breaks up with them. Or if it’s a Mindlessly Self-Indulgent PWP oneshot—so I know to turn my brain off and lower my usual standards coming in.

Harem Fic: It’s Love Triangle—but taken up a notch. It’s so hard to write stallion (er0tica) protags that come across as endearing and not a playboy scummy f*ckboi. It annoys me if I’ve developed attachment to a ship or character and am interested in their relationship development (my waifu or husbando), but the story suddenly shifts to Side Character No.50 whom I couldn’t give two hoots about. The only exceptions to this, for me to keep reading a harem fic, is 1) if I like the storytelling, worldbuilding, and/or protagonist or main ship that makes it worth it. It’s very rare but there have been handful of writers who have actually made a harem where I care for and like ALL of the waifus. 2) I also enjoy harem dramas where the MC face-slaps every love rival, evil concubines, white lotus conniving mistresses, jealous queen/ mother, etc—and gets The Wo/Man.

Fanfiction Tropes (Writer Edition)

I’m much more open-minded writer usually 😅, so I’m usually open to try almost anything—but my criteria of tropes I will write for the story depends on my mood and the story’s premise. They usually have to pose some relevancy to the fic (which depends on its premise and characters) and satisfy my want to contribute something fresh/ interesting to the fandom if I decide to write that trope.

The biggest two changes are: 1) I’d move most of these tropes up into Always Down to Write and a few into If the Plot Calls for It. I’d also probably reorder a couple tropes if I look at them from a writer’s perspective (left ➡️ right, arranged from tropes I feel strongly about ➡️ the tropes I consider mid and don’t hold much strong opinions about). 2) I’d change the categories to:

Always Down to Write tier (probably 90% of these)

If the Plot Calls for It, or if I’m Curious and Want to Try Experimenting with It tier (I typically don’t go out of my way to read these, but would be willing to challenge myself and see what the writing experience would be like)

You’d Never Catch Me with My Pants Down Writing It tier (fun fact: there’s only maybe 4 or 5 of these I’d put here)

If you happen to be a writer whose tropes fall into ones I do not like and you know I’ve gushed about your fic before, know that you were one of the rare exceptions and I hope knowing this makes you happy. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[thatonekotlcgirlie]

love your broken foster

Shit.

I did it agin Keefe,

Fell for a guy who betrayed me.

Of course, the fall wasn’t accidental, Cornelio pushed me off a cliff and you weren’t there to catch me. I hung off the cliff as I waited in suspense of his home coming, predictably, he never came back to me. Sound familiar? 

Should’ve learnt from you not to do it but I was trying to losen up a bit, that’s what Biana tells me to do. She says, “ losen up a little Sophie, you only live once!” Bullshit. Then again I could die any day knowing me so maybe she’s right, that’s why I asked him out. I didn’t really care when he left me, his hair wasn’t blonde, his eyes weren’t ice blue, his parents weren’t bustards, he hadn’t got a good sense of humour. His name wasn’t Keefe. He left me the old fashioned way, he ran away with a note signed “love, whatever that fuckers name was“ a bit out dated if you ask me, but I’ve never had good taste in things. No matter what I do my life always ends up in a shit storm.

Did y’all get the cliff hanger joke🙉🙈🙊🐵🤠🤠

Oh, and before I forget, it’s the 451st day since you packed your bags and left me with a note wich overflows with lies coated in denial.

Love your overly descriptive Foster

Day 452,

“Hate is a very strong word”

In case you couldn’t tell I’m quoting Edaline Rewen there, yet here I am disobeying my mother as I tell you this. 

I hate you.

I hate you so much that I love you.

Ok maybe I don’t hate you I just hate myself for letting you leave. Every time you leave my heart feels more heavy, heavy with the need of you skin against mine. Please come back.

Love your pessimistic foster.

Day 453,

Keefe,

All I ask is one more second with you just a quick hug. I want to see our future written in the stars agin. I want to kiss in the rain and spend hours laughing our heads off. I want you to paint pictures of us and capture very second together while it lasts. But it’s too late for it, All of it. Even if you come back (god I hope you do) things will never be the same. We’ll both be broken shells of the lively kids we used to be. You didn’t deserve that Keefe, you were just a kid. You didn’t do anything wrong, you had good morals and a great personality but they destroyed it. Your parents I hate their guts and I hate everything they did to you. I would trade my whole life plus my soul just to feel that gentle breeze go through me again whilst your fingers intertwined with mine.

Love your sympathetic Foster.

Day 454,

Keefe, Are you there?

those are the four words I have been repeating for what seems like an eternity, wishing with every fibre of my body that you’re okay and that you’ll come home to me. But you won’t . I’ll have to find you, I know it. That is if you’re even alive, i’m beginning to think you’re dead. Please don’t be dead. I’ll kill you if you’re dead keefe, what if you’re just a bed of atoms in the shape of the boy I once loved ? What the hell am I supposed to do? I didn’t even say goodbye.

Love your grieving Foster.

Day 455

Dear Keefe,

Tired. Tired. Tired. 

Remember telling me that? Remember me screaming your name at the top of my lungs trying to wake you up trying to bring you back, the real you, not the mind numbingly eccedentesiast guy you turned into, not the Keefe who lost himself after years of being lead into the dark , my keefe the keefe who understands all the misleading shit I say, the keefe who heals invisible wounds and saves live with a few meaningless words wich you say so perfectly that they begin to actually make sense. Please give him back, please return him. Broken or not I want him back. I need him back I will sit there with a needle and thread and sew all the broken seems back together agin if I could just have you back.

Love your impatient foster

456

Yesterday I invited Biana over to hang out for a couple of hours. I went to use the bathroom and when I came back she was clutching my letter Journal, she was on page 2 I ran to her and snatched it off her I  don’t know why, I guess it’s because a part of me is still hoping you’ll come back and I won’t ever have to show anyone any of them because I won’t have any reasons to be sad. Or maybe it’s because if you ever did come back and I wanted to show you these it could be just between us, either way she read at least two of them and I totally freaked out. The only thing she said was, “ the cover is ice blue”. It was a statement that I didn’t know how to react to so I told her to leave and I still haven’t tried to reach out of her.

Love your unforgetting foster (yes I know that’s not a word)

Day 457

Dear Keefe,

Hey, I miss you. Respond if you’re alive.o

Love, foster.

Day 458

Dear Keefe,

oh my gosh. 

Teirgan, Fitz and I have been working together trying to find you telepathically. Whilst Dex and mr. 🍽️ are trying to do all the techy information stuff to find out where you actually are but I don’t know much about it. Anyways, I was looking for a signal by repeating your name over and over agin and somehow I found one, it was faint and subtle, but I heard it deep in the back of my mind, the voice was strained, desperate almost I focused all my attention on it. It was saying one word and one word only, “ foster?”. 

Love, your hopeful foster.

Guys, that was the last one for now but thank you all so much, I hope you liked them!!🫶🏻I might do more letters set before day 451 but y’all can tell me if you want that or not. There is a continuing fan fiction I wrote which is about Sophie finding Keefe and it’s Basically what I wanted to happen in stellarlune so sorry if it’s a little cringey but when I was waiting for book 9 I decided to write it because I was bored. Also I’m still yet to add it to Ao3 but I will soon. I’ll go into more detail about my head canons in the actual fic but thank y’all so much for reading all of this💗💗💗

[silviakundera]

Joy of Life Episode 26 and 27 liveblogging

This is my first watch, so don't tell me secrets ;)

LMAO the country's literary dignity depends on Fan Xian 💀 well just recite a couple Li Bai and you got this

Dad: this legendary scholar won't make trouble for a junior!

Northern Qi: 🔪 FINISH HIM 🔪

I adore every scene of ML with Uncle Wu

A mom story!!

ML planning his break in and tormenting Wang Qinain at the same time. That's multitasking

Every one is obsessed with the Qi Hall happenings but ML. There are going to be so many plots that they're just overlap with each other and destruct lol

ML stripping all his weapons at the door 😂

Second Prince and ML enjoying being clever at each other. Damn I almost ship it , which would be SUCH a terrible life choice and probably means 2P dies or betrays ML shortly 🙈

My new friend CP showing up to be the straight man in this comedy of manners

This banquet is filled to the brim with ML's enemies like he's Caesar and this is the Ides of March.

lmaoooooo even a disciple of the framed up Si Gujian

UGH Royal Princess. But I am enjoying her being unable to predict him. and I think him not making a move was getting to her a little.

This was 🔥 🔥:

2P: "How about us making a bet? Let's see who Fan Xian will support in the end."

CP: "What are we betting on?"

2P: "Our lives."

asffghjkl the performances. the way the camera stops. POETRY. (chef's kiss)

Master literary guy, not bowing to ML: (bet that was just DEVASTATING) ML: likely did not notice

Chen Pingping is trying to figure out what horrible predicament is about to occur. He's just like me!

idk what drama the emperor is trying to create. OH NO. Second Prince, what r u doing????? he's barely holding back his smirk. just fucking around and now he's got CP in on it. Guyssssssss let him live

Royal Princess is obviously the one who met with Zhuang when he went "missing", I just don't think ML cares too much about his literary rep

Second Prince springing to action cracks me up. Frankly unnecessary backup.

Episode 27

LOL Guo is honestly too much of a petty loser to despise. dangermousie I get your affection for the character now

oh yaaaaaassssssfddfdddd ML gonna get loaded and start reciting the chinese poetry greats HELL YEAH DO IT BOY

IT'S POEMS TIMES 🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾

emperor: holy shit that IS her kid

Second Prince is fucking LIVING for the spectacle. A troll at heart.

Dad, hearing about this nonsense: *sigh* that is definitely her kid

I just cannot support this break-in caper. Can we not?

So is he actually going to get the key?????

Wait, he has to sneak in and then out and then in AGAIN

This is a terrible fucking idea. These 2 wanna give me an ulcer.

Why even spy on Zhuang and Royal Princess? Ok nevermind he learned some sweet gossip! She gave up Yan Bingyuan 😱

Fan Xian got shot for troubles but tbh he was asking for it so do I feel bad for him, NO

[practicalmagicintuitions]

Revisiting an old reading

It’s been a long time that I really posted something here and I have to tell you I terribly miss the conversations we had, however I needed (still do) this time to focus on my private life and my future goals.

That’s been said I got an ask lately and I want to respond to it.

To you, who sent me this: There is a part of your ask that I left out purposely, because believe me, you touched a subject that always drives bananas the fandom and I don’t think atm it’s worth to cause stirr and deal with the consequences.

So the ask I got:

In my answer I want to focus on the career, business aspect of his life because I haven’t done any personal readings on him and because… because I predicted this turn of events.

⬇️⬇️⬇️

⬆️⬆️⬆️

This is literally him leaving behind The Witcher for Superman and scrued over.

I did this reading on June 8th 2021 (published more so, probably did a few days earlier). -I will link the full reading-

That’s why I don’t have any doubts about my other readings. Thing doesn’t happen in days or weeks, they need time. I am not sure I will be in the mood to do a reading on H and NV during Christmas (reading on them doesn’t sound so christmasy 🙈) but I am not saying I won’t touch the subject in thr new year. For entertainment purposes only of course.

My ask now open for a while for Anons too if someone has questions.

Happy Holidays Everyone!

The Full Reading: 

https://practicalmagicintuitions.tumblr.com/post/653416026791395328/hc-dg-business-relationship-career-reading

[theninthdoor]

Hi! How are you? 💕

It’s game time, so I’d like to participate! Thank you for doing this, I love tarot games so much 🥰

My name is Fiore, I’m a Leo Moon and Venus (but please don’t judge me based on this only 😭)

The idols I choose are Hongjoong, Mingi and Wooyoung from ATEEZ and Solar from Mamamoo ✨

I really liked the comeback predictions you did for ATEEZ, how idols see each other/their companies and their likes/dislikes… The insight form “what does X think about Y” readings is really interesting to read too! Also a couple of your kissing styles readings had me giggling and kicking my feet lmao why am I like this

Selfishly, I’d like to see more ATEEZ readings of all kinds 🙈(you haven’t done “as a bf” or personality readings for them 😉 😉) But also more “career” readings and industry tea? For example, about the relationship between idols and their companies, future endeavors/projects they’d like to participate in or concepts they’d like to try, and opinions on current trends?

Hongjoong || ace of cups: NICE. instant liking; instant connection. if you were to be in a group, you'd likely be his bias + he'd keep up with their releases mainly because of you. Mingi || six of wands: NICE. big fan of yours, too. he'd mostly focus on your idol persona, tho. Wooyoung || six of cups: NICE. this is cute. I think you'd remind him of why he even chose this path in the first place. it's an inspiration & motivation thing, I guess. he would find you super sweet, too. Solar || seven of wands: NAUGHTY. nope… she would only see you as competition and nothing more.

[river-ocean]

hiii! it’s me, wildspace from ao3. i do have tumblr aha. and i’m so glad you like my comments because i really like your fic and (as a currently retired writer myself aha) i know comments are important for writers.

anyways, your fic makes my brain imagined crazy theories every chapters which is funny bc siren AU aren’t something i usually search for. but yours is really good and i got me so curious. like, this chapter made me go crazy with theories. i feel like it’s definitely pascale knowing about siren and about pierre. not sure why/how but maybe it’s linked to charles’ dad death. (or she’s a siren herself 👀) the map in sewis’ home is a map of siren "communities" they visited/know of imo but there is a big chance i’m wrong aha. i mean, sewis could just be travelling everywhere without meeting siren. and the dream, the dream!! it was so well done, i thought it was not a dream til you wrote charles waking up and i was like "girl, you dumb 🤦🏻‍♀️". i still feel like it could be about charles becoming a siren in the future. or maybe he can breath underwater for some reason. bc the ocean and the siren people accept him? so manyyy questions and theories. i love this. also, if my theory that human can become siren (maybe by being drowned? 👀) when a siren fall in love with them and swear to love them for eternity or whatever, i feel like lewis told seb about it and told him he could do it if seb wanted and seb told him because he likes his life as human. also, i need to know if siren can stay on land for longer than a day bc we kind of know pierre isn’t around unless it’s a new moon day, but we don’t know about lewis. and lewis seems to be a siren for way longer than pierre and in love and in a relationship with seb so my theory of siren potentially living on land for days/weeks/months/years if they find their soulmate/love of their life/etc is still there in my mind.

anyways, this ask is a mess and way too long. sorry for rambling 🙈

WILDSPACE MY BELOVED — my reaction every time you comment on this fic. my sincerest apologies for the time it took for me to get to this ask!!!!

i am truly blown away by your ability to sus out what i am doing with this fic. i cannot confirm or deny your assumptions, but i will say that you have been right on more than one occasion with your predictions you will quickly find out which ones, i have no doubt 😉

i also need you to know that not only do EYE want to propose marriage to you, but also @wolfiemcwolferson and @duquesademiel are prepared to ask for your hand as well. as you may know the three of us are in a very committed fic triad and we are hoping that you will accept our shared declarations of love.

i am so happy you are enjoying this fic and i am happy to chat with you about it anytime!!! this is my first time posting a WIP and i love seeing your theories about where it is going.

[singsweetmelodies]

Oh my godddd!! Kiss fic anon here.. I wasn’t trying to be mean but I’m sorry if you felt like i was😭 😭I’m always checking my bookmarked fics n I saw both of your fics there and idk it made me sent that ask.. I didn’t even reread the mesg. Tbh I’m very bad at putting whatever is on my mind into words😅

Anyways, you take all the time you need dear🤗. For me also these last few weeks were really hectic. I was trying to relax a little bit with ao3 you know 🫢 I’m really sorry if I was a bit harsh, it wasn’t intentional.. still, made me smile when I saw your reply 😁

hey anon! thank you so much for clarifying ❤️ you're all good! i did not read your initial ask in that way - although i do think it's crucial to tread very carefully with this kind of ask.

to be clear, this is not an attack on you personally, anon. not at all. but it is true that many writers (myself included) have unfortunately had bad experiences with this sort of thing, so i do want to just take a moment to explain why many of us might react badly to an ask along the lines of the first one you sent.

the thing is: writers on AO3 do this all for free, and we do it while also balancing our real lives. we do it because we love it and we love our readers, yes, but that doesn't mean it's always easy. writer's block and any number of real-life problems and reasons can come up at any time.

the problem comes in when we get an ask or a comment that doesn't seem to understand that. now, i do understand that this is often not the intention behind that comment, but it is all too easy for tumblr asks/comments asking for fic updates to seem like they're pressuring the writer.

it's like... i have written over two hundred and fifty THOUSAND words for this fandom, and i have done it completely for free, and in my own free time. now some person i don't know at all comes to me and basically DEMANDS that i do even more, on their schedule and not mine.

from a writer's perspective, it's easy to feel frustrated and/or demoralised by "when are you posting the next chapter" type comments. even if it is tempered by "i love your writing," as a writer it's easy to feel like you're not being appreciated for what you've already done. and, you know. we're humans too, not perfect writing machines who always stay exactly on schedule with everything. it's just nice to be treated like humans, y'know?

again, i understand that in many cases, none of the above is the intention of the ask/comment at all - which is why i think that phrasing is SO vitally important. instead of "when is the next chapter coming out? i miss this fic" it just feels kinder, to me at least, to say it more like "i love this fic SO MUCH... and i am so excited to see what happens next!! i will be here cheering you on for the next chapter (and rereading all the others in the meantime!!) thank you so much for sharing ❤️"

(istg just lost my entire ability to write a coherent comment when trying to do an example here 😭😭 but i hope you see what i'm trying to get at?)

speaking as a writer, one of THE best feelings in the world is to get a comment from someone who loved your story as much as you loved writing it. someone who's as excited for more as you are!! in my opinion, a good way to keep up this positive energy all around is simply to not ask the writer for a timeline. this is often impossible for us to provide - because like i said, we are HUMANS. life happens. writers can't predict it any more than you can.

just be excited with us. cheer for us and cheer WITH us. rather than demanding exact dates and putting pressure on a writer to try and create content faster when they might not be able to - just be there for the process, support us, and make us smile as much as our fics made YOU smile!!

... ah, wow, this has gotten to be quite a long reply 🙈🙈 i got on my soapbox a little bit, but this is something i feel quite passionately about, so i do hope it all makes sense! i also hope that you don't think i'm mad at you, dear anon who sent this - i'm not, not at all. i just wanted to take the opportunity to make things as clear as possible for everyone who might need to read this ❤️ thank you ever so and cheers to you if you've made it this far!! i appreciate you taking the time out of your day/night to give this a read 💙

[sidewayspeace444]

Hi Sideways

How are you?

My parents recently took me to see a palmist and tarot reader (this is one person), she said I would end up marrying a famous actor. Frankly, I don't believe it. But the thing my family has know her for quite sometime and she has made some incredible predictions that have come true. So obviously I am super stressed about this.

I don't look like someone a celebrity would marry. I am not even well accomplished to suggest that either. But I trust you. Sorry if this sounds like a complete wacko request, but this is 1000% what happened. I am sorry in advance.

Please please please could you check for me. This is stressing me out endlessly for something that might not even happen. Like why am I so worried about hate that I might not even get. 🙈🙈

Let me get this straight. You were told you were going to marry a celebrity?

I don’t think you sound wacko. I think anything is possible. I think you should look at your birth chart there are a few placements that you may possibly marry or date someone famous.

[malewifehenrycooldown]

BAIZHU IS YEARNING FOR YOU TOO JUST ADMIT YOU LOVE THE MAN

NOOOO NOT YOU TOOO!!! YOU GOTTA STOP BULLYING ME LIKE THIS. ITS MAKING ME ALL FLUSTERED AND EMBARRASSED LIKE THIS IS NOT FAIR / lh

I MAY BE STUBBORN AND TIRED BUT I WONT GIVE IN TO THE IMPULSE. NOT NOW NOT EVER.

Seriously you gotta stop encouraging me adding characters to my list it’s already too long. Your words don’t make the situation any better

[writefightandflightclub]

Hugs: Nathan blurb

Hi. Not even gonna tag / describe this properly, sorry. Nothing elaborate. Just a short, comforting Nathan blurb with hugs because that’s what I was feeling (and about all I can manage) 🙈 OMG I luff him, your honour.

You quickly fumble away your tears as Nathan enters the lab, sitting up straight as a rod before your screen.

The last thing you need is for your boss (and crush) to see you crying. Thankfully, you think you’ve hidden it reasonably well.

“Are you crying?”

Shit.

“Maybe.”

Nathan frowns. “Why are you trying to hide it from me?”

You shrug. “You know. You’re… you.”

Nathan frowns more deeply. “I am, insofar as we can perceive of the concept of the ‘self.’ Unless we’re subscribing to the antirealist philosophical view and-”

You look at him tiredly. “-Nathan.” You rub your temples, and to your surprise your small plea actually shuts him up. He clamps his mouth abruptly into a thin line, and crosses silently to the desk, perching one ass cheek on the edge, and calmly folding his hands into his lap.

Then, he begins, much more softly. “That’s a bad thing in this scenario? To be me?”

You look up at him through a blur of tears, emotion swelling again. “You’ll think I’m all… pathetic. And human.”

Nathan scoffs, with a flash of white teeth. “Wow. I will, will I? Let me tap your brain for that sexy algorithm, honey. Didn’t know you could predict thoughts.”

A deep sigh leaves you, and you haphazardly scrub the tear tracks away from your cheeks. “You know. Your sarcasm isn’t helping.”

He actually looks a little put-out then, as though he genuinely might have believed his sarcasm to be a magic cure-all. “You’re wrong, anyway. I don’t think you’re pathetic.”

You look up at him in light surprise -and mild suspicion- as he reaches across the surface to offer you a box of tissues. Gratefully, you pull the tiny sail from the opening with a flourish, and sniffle into it. “Well. What are you thinking?”

“I think you’re snotty and making me uncomfortable.” Well, you asked, and Nathan’s blunt enough to tell things how they are. You look up at him again, ready to chide him. However, you spot a tiny smirk beneath his beard which reveals he’s teasing. Then, as your gaze travels up further, you find his deep, dark eyes have become uncharacteristically soft, the care present in them stunning you into silence. “What do you need?” Nathan asks softly, ever the one for solutions.

You shrug.

Nathan looks perplexed at that, his head tilting to the side, and his mouth drawing into a stern line. “Well if you don’t know, honey, I can’t help you.”

You simply look at the floor. You don’t know what you need, and that’s part of the very multi-faceted problem. Nathan deals well with complexity, typically, but not the emotional kind - nuance be damned. In fact, from what you’ve seen of him, he has five very distinct states: horny, arrogant, sarcastic, drunk, and pissed off. Currently, he seems to be leaning towards the latter, and it’s the last thing you need. In fact, you don’t think any of them would do you much good right now.

So, you’re honestly about to tell him to piss off when a tentative, broad hand settling over yours takes you by surprise. Nathan looks at you earnestly, softly, and in this new context, his perturbed attitude makes a little more sense, you think. You realise that he’s annoyed when he doesn’t know the solution to meet his goal - he doesn’t enjoy feeling unsure or outdone, after all. And, his “goal” here, you realise? Only to comfort you. For once, you don’t think he has a single other agenda.

You peer down at his hand, Nathan’s warmth blooming pleasantly through you. You trail your gaze up his bulked, sculpted arm, over the sleeve of that flattering black polo, and flit it around his singularly handsome face, brow still locked in a stern portrayal of concern.

Suddenly, you think you do know what it is you need. Not to solve anything, no; but to feel just a little better? You think so.

“Can I have a hug, Nathan Bateman?”

Nathan stiffens tellingly in his perch. Clears his throat emphatically. His throat bobs with uncertainty. He’s hardly a tactile person. Not affectionate.

But then, as soon as you submit your request, he is shifting. Extending his arms out willingly towards you. “Come here then. Just don’t snot all over me before my 3pm with the board, understand?”

Nathan’s words and expression remain harsh, but, when his arms envelop you, they are nothing but tender and gentle. All of his strength and his bite reined in; for you.

He wraps you up in him, shuffling his butt forward to the desk edge so he can plant both feet, allowing you to nestle comfortably between his thighs. To lean yourself into his chest and be thoroughly cocooned by his warmth.

For a moment, you breathe deeply, sucking in the scent of him, your chests rising and falling in time. The pleasant, dull, slow thud of his heart sounding against your ear.

Nathan is almost entirely still - and yet, after a deep breath, he seems to melt into it. His hands begin to smooth a slow path up and down your back.

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Why are you famous for code, Nathan? You should be known for giving the best damn hugs, I swear to God.”

Given how Nathan usually riles you, you feel unexpectedly at peace wrapped up in his arms, and a whole different kind of emotion swells within you.

“Yeah?” he asks, and you feel him shake lightly against you as you earn a gruff little chuckle. “Well. You smell great.”

The compliment reverberates through you along with the deep thrum of his voice, and you smile bashfully into his chest.

You think you could stay here all day, lost in him, but you know that Nathan -for his part- has other plans. More important things to do; namely that board meeting at 3. You stiffen as you catch a glance at the clock, and, reacting to you, Nathan releases his arms, creating an open loop around you, his face carefully examining yours. “What is it?” he says with an animated concern, even if his eyes now look hooded and content, his posture far more relaxed.

“Your meeting, Nate.”

“C’mere,” he says, softly shaking his head, drawing you gently back into him.

“But what about-“

“-They’ll wait,” he says confidently, as though the matter is settled. They’ll wait.

This embrace though? Apparently, this is something which can’t possibly be bumped until later.

And, to your utter shock, Nathan stays there, holding you tenderly - until you opt to let go.

You don’t though; at least, not for a rather long time.

Not until you’re feeling much, much better.

[nightswithkookmin]

Actually this is my wallpaper 🙈

Stole it but yea... lobe it😌

Also why are you always on to me😭😭😭

Am I that predictable???😩

And honestly it's the tags and the hand on JM's shoulder for me😔

I'm weak willed😔

Jikook is my weakness😔

That hand on Jimin says a lot. A LOT!

It says I'm not ashamed to be with this man. But ot also says I will protect him no matter what. It says I love him and it says I don't want to be free of him.

It's the moment we needed in 2021. Jikook saved 2020 and 2021 with just this one look. I am looking at fashion blogs, Twitter trends and it's all everyone is talking about.

The amount of fans they're gonna convert with just that one look, that typical Instagram couple aesthetic🤭

It says THEY'VE ARRIVED without so many words.

Just the other day y'all were trending free Jungkook. Does that look like someone who wants to be free?? How about a clown suit??

No weapon fashioned against Jikook shall prosper Insha Allah in name of baby Jesus.

Y'all are forbidding their love and yet that it is the very thing that will draw them closer. Ask Romeo and Juliet they will tell you how compelling it is.

They've been there done that.

That's the transformative power of true love.

Yes, shipping people who are not gay or a couple on a regular can ruin their relationship.

But that don't apply to actual couples💀💀

Imagine Justin leaving his wife just because we ship them too much or want him back with Selena🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

When the love and the friendship is built on puff and air that's when they start making excuses talking about the fans ruined us. Jikook's relationship is built on firm foundations because the love is genuine.

Jikook is real.

And they look like a snack.

Hope you enjoy your stay Jikook. Saranghae💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

GOLDY

[rw47vr-key]

We don't talk Anymore

Alan x Fem!MC

(I don't own the pic)

Little note: Hello lovelies!💙 Hope you're all doing good. So what if Alan and MC were ex-lovers? Inspired from a post here by some dw fan.I don't remember who it is.Let me know, I'll tag them.🙃 Here,Alan is 2/3 years older than her while MC is in final year of highschool/something like that(?).I know he'd be pretty old in the game🙈,this is just an imagination.And I think the story went from somewhere to somewhere, sorry about that😅😅

Warning: Angst

Story starts with ep8...

Another dreadful day of the week, but no matter what, the chores has to be done right? As usual,you wake and freshen up and make simple breakfast for yourself.You took leave for a week,which was totally a huge task to request your boss.He like always, annoyed you , though you pretty much do half of his work.But in the end you somehow won,the prize for disobeying him was to do extra shift in the following days.Great...

Since yesterday was the day Richy,a best friend you never thought you'd get,was 'attacked' and all the discussion and despair was going on,you hardly were able to sleep,but since you were crying for hours,you didn't know when you slept. You tried to do your daily activities as usual yet your mind keeps on playing the sorrow like a broken radio.

"MC!! You have to stop thinking about it! You can't change the past nor predict the future.Just go with the flow",you kept telling yourself in your head.

***

You looked at the time in your wrist watch.It was 10.00 am,you were now in a bus to visit a place, Raindew. A place,you just can't call it a place,it is a memory where you had the best moments during your high school days when you moved in there after your dad's transfer.But the worst ones still haunt you.

"Are you still in touch with him?",the college troublemaker winked and teased you.

You glared at her,it's always frustrating to deal with her .But she won't stop if you don't answer."No,why would I? We don't talk anymore and would NEVER.Could..."

"Heyyyy don't lie.He was your first love right?",she still pissed you.

Why am I trying to remember these?.Your already depressed heart,feels like more tearing apart.You try to distract your mind,thinking about the case.

Raindew is pretty near duskwood,but you don't remember going there.But now,you desperately want to go,run into the duskwood forests,find Hannah and Richy not caring if you die too, but you made a promise to Jake.You didn't want to add more fire in his already burning life."Seriously, that was the best avertion you can come up with?",you asked yourself.

You opened the group chat in your phone, but there was no message.But Jake was online, something once in a blue moon.You texted in private,

You: Hi Jake!

Jake: Hello MC.Is something wrong?

Your mood lightened a bit and you were grinning like an idiot.The others in the bus looked at you in an awkward way.You place your hand infront of your mouth and looked again at the phone,"Man, I'm a mess!"

But you kept on pondering how lovely a person like Jake would be. Despite what you're going through,you were glad that there was someone who is beside you, though far away in reality.'He's sort of your hacker' Dan's words ran in your head.Of course he is.

MC: Nothing,don't worry Jake☺️

Jake: Ok,then :)

MC: What are you doing?

And he told you about what clues he got and reading previous chats to understand better.

You were so concentrated in investigating that you forgot your stop has arrived.You hurriedly got down and looked around if there's someone to ask help ,since everything has totally changed after 7 years.Luckily, there was an old lady and you asked "Hello Ma'am.Could you please tell me where the nearby church is?"

She looked at you from top to bottom,you were wearing a simple knee-length black dress,a warm hat ,little handbag and white flowers' bouquet in your hands.

You were feeling uneasy by her gaze on you.You are always not used to this.

She quickly realised it and said,"The entrance is actually the other way.But you can just go straight up and turn left for back gate." You thanked and quickly got out of her site.You figured out that there weren't much people around.

There was an utter silence in that area.You couldn't believe it was the same place you've been familiar with.It seemed like everything changed after the kidnapping and murder. "It's certain that creepiness will be available in and out of duskwood", you thought and paced your steps, totally forgetting about Jake.

But Jake was busy like you,searching for a forum.When he finally messaged you about that,you picked up your phone hearing a notification and sighed in relief that he didn't notice that 'you were suddenly not texting'.

You texted him you'll talk later and entered the place.

***

"What? You weren't able to catch the culprit? How is that possible chief Alan??"

"Look sir, we've already told you ,we only found your daughter Amy's body after a phone call from an unknown person,who took his dog to walk in early morning.We are still trying t...."

"Enough!! It's enough! You don't need to do anything!. There's already another person missing.You will say the same thing to his parents.And it's not going to bring back my daughter again from the DEAD!!", a lady weeped and ran out of there followed by her husband.

The church bell striked 11 times.

Alan stood there feeling numb, the thought that he can't find a solution to the case,made him more angry and furious,he clenched his fist tightly."Maybe I'm paying for my past sins",he thought to himself and looked up staring at the sky.

"Mmh, you better contact that mysterious girl soon,chief.Maybe that lead may help us close this case.Well, here's that document", the main head of duskwood police handed it to Alan,and left that place ,saying he has someother stuff to do.

Chief Alan Bloomgate,who also accompanied Amy's parents to visit her memorial, was also in a black suit, standing at the front of church .He flipped that document which is related to the strange "Man without a face" case and stared at it for a long time.

"What harm comes to contact and find about this girl? She maybe an accomplice to the culprit too,then it will be a lot more easy",he thought and pulled out the sheet that contained a number and the name of that person only.He quickly dialed the mysterious number that became famous in duskwood after the kidnapping and Lilly's video.He didn't even think of going back to the station to continue the case.

"Ah! I put the car key down somewhere" ,he walked back to the memorial and searched along the way.In the meantime,he waited for someone to pick his call.

He found the key a little near Amy's memorial but he lost grip of the paper.When he picked it up,he glanced the full name for the first time, and was astonished to see a more familiar one.

"Your full name"

On the other side of the phone,there was a broken, stumbling voice that said " Hello?"

***

MC pov

The graveyard you are visiting,is actually adjoined to a church,like most of them.How come you knew about Amy's memorial? Well, hacking skills helped you some way.

*

You were there,finally. The serene atmosphere,with the headstones and the smell of flowers both fresh and dried mixed in the air ,you felt gloomy. You kept pacing rhythmically to the sound of the church bell and in the 11th strike, you reached there...

Here lies Amy Bell Lewis...

"1993 - 2021"

You've never seen or remember Amy,but you felt guilty,and that's why you thought of visiting her.You placed the bouquet and knelt down crying. "I'M SORRY AMY ,I WISH I COULD'VE HELPED YOU",you murmured and weeped.

You felt a lump on your throat,hands shivering ,heart beating fast when you thought about the fact that,

"what if Richy or Hannah dies too?"

Suddenly your phone rang.You slowly picked up and you said"Hello" with a stuttering voice.

***

Alan then suddenly felt like the "Hello" sounded twice and turned back ,and to his surprise, you were kneeling down there,but he couldn't see your face.Memories rushed back like a flood that broke a barrier. He slightly wished he could've listened to you. He was the one who regretted till date for losing you.

Alan mustered his strength and said"Hel-lo. I'm Al-lan Bloomgate from duskwood".

You too, turn back in surprise hearing a more familiar but a broken,hoarse voice.

***

Few years ago

"Hey MC! MC! Wait for me!,why are you rushing ? ",Alan tries to stop you by grabbing your hand.You immediately pull back your hand as if it was disgusting as hell.

"Hey! What's wrong with you babe, today? Anyway,why did you bring me here?"

You just take a seat ,place your handbag on the table and hating to look at him, you just stare at the menu card and ask ,"Do you remember this place?"

He takes the opposite seat, looks at you with his head tilted sideways, confused by your rude behaviour and lets out a small laugh,"Of course I remember well.This is the restaurant where I first met you."

You still not looking at him asked,"And then?"

"You came here instead of your classmate during last year of your highschool for the blind date,since she didn't want to meet college guys."

He again chuckles, "And you told me that you fell into her trap and made a mistake coming here."

He leans forward for a kiss and said,"But when we started dating,you said that it was the best mistake that helped you find me,babe."

You push him back and held his tie in anger and said,"Stop calling me babe!!. And I was wrong.I made the biggest mistake in my life by meeting you!!. "

He just widens his eyes in shock seeing your deep hatred that you expressed.

"I didn't imagine you'd turn into a selfish scoundrel in one year,just to attain the police chief position,huh?.Or let's say you've always been that way,' a self centered,crooked guy,' but I ignored it.I wished you'd change,I even cried and begged you so."

"Ah,I was a fool all the time.Maybe meeting a charming, handsome newbie police trainee blinded me."

He tries to loosen your grip and while fixing his tie he smirks with a dejected expression ,"So? You're done with me?"

"Took you long enough to realise this.Let's end this game of yours in this same place where we met",you say and quickly put your handbag on your shoulder but he grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him.

You can feel his tears falling on your neck when he hugged you and said,"D-Don't leave me alone,MC!!. I love you!.Please!!" but suddenly he yelled"You're gonna regret this MC!!"

Just when you got fooled again by his sorrowful face,you knew he'd react the other way immediately.

"I've NOTHING to regret, future Chief of mmh what place? Ah Duskwood!. "Future Chief of duskwood,Alan Bloomgate!!. Well then ,GOOD BYE", and you walked away with the hope you'd never meet him again.

***

Only when Jessy told you about her meeting the chief,you finally realised that it was the same Alan you once loved, foolishly.But you didn't want to tell anyone about it.

But you met him again,at the wrong time and in the wrong place.

*Jake hacks and cuts your call with Alan*

*You receive a message in phone*

Jake: I'm sorry for terminating the call,MC.

But I think that's for the best. I'll look at some files of Alan and text you later.

Sorry again.

*Jake is offline*

You keep on staring at the message from Jake and then you look at Alan ,speechless and frustrated to see him again.

Alan as perplexed like you said,"Well, it's-it's good to see you again,MC. H-How are you?"

*You acted so quick and slapped him once hard *

....

***

In a secret basement

*A loud thud heard*

"Man! Did you break the keyboard again? How many times do I have to change it? damn."

"Thank God it's working.Mmmh,Jake what are these *laughs* lovers photos you're looking at? A new hobby huh?"

"It can't be!! MC and that damn chief?!! No!!.Alfred! Tell me that is not true!, Jake grabs Alfred,his best friend's shirt while pointing at those photos in the laptop screen.

"Leave me man!! Let me look at it properly."

*Alfred sees a picture of a young Alan kissing your cheek in a park bench.*

"What's wrong in this Jake?"

"I feel like my heart is aching." Jake holds his chest , suddenly flinches and says ,"Is it a heart attack?"

" ........... I think you're lovesick."

___the end____

(Raindew is a fictional place I came up with,not related to the original game,also the character Alfred)

Let me know what you think about this

Have a great day/eve/night my dears!!💕🌼

[autistic-shaiapouf]

have you ever seen youtuber Aleczandxr’s video about pouf?

youtube com watch?v=UzAkIuGlpsQ

(his interpretation seems pretty similar to yours so i was wondering what you think of it and if your opinion differs in any way.)

also i can be pretty dumb about these things but i don’t understand why people say pouf is loud? is it because of him having nervous breakdowns? idgi actually 🙈

also thank you very much for indulging my asks with your very interesting and thoughtful replies. 🤍

[Image I.D.: screenshot of an ask. It reads:

"side note but i don't fully agree with a lot of Aleczandxr's h x h takes but i always thought his shaiapouf gif(?) was one of his better ones ... too bad it's practically the only video you can find with an analysis of pouf's character smh.

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This was in my inbox for a lot longer than I wanted it to be, but the short answer is yes! I have seen it - over a year ago, so I revisited it specifically for this ask. I'll go into a few specifics, but overall, it really did hit a LOT of the points I was addressing! I was so glad to hear him address the duality he's got, selfish/selfless, loyal/disloyal, because that's one of the most interesting parts of his character to me! It really is amazing to see the inner workings of everything he thinks and does when a lot of people tend to gloss over those in favor of just calling him annoying.

I was also a little surprised to also hear him call pouf "loud", which on my end, wasn't really the clearest wording, so don't feel bad about not understanding what I meant (+ thank you for asking for clarification!). The context I used it under is in reference to how much attention his character grabs, between design, the emotionality, the violin, the literal screaming, he's very hard to ignore! Even with all the dislike, you have to at least admit that it's difficult to just push him aside when he keeps moving himself into a spotlight.

Before really delving into a couple things, I at least wanna present the top comment on the video because it made me laugh:

I wanna talk about his sense of empathy + his emotions, which is something I've actually talked about before in a post that actually is where I drew my url from, which went from "he's neurodivergent bc I am and I say so" to "oh wait, there's actually substance to this". It's a post I plan to rewrite with general neurodivergence in mind as opposed to just adhd, but I digress!

Empathy is a huge theme in the caa and it's something that gets a spotlight with all the guards + meruem. Pitou's learning of empathy is fairly explicit; youpi's is a bit more subtle but he also learns that he should care about other people; meruem also achieves this via komugi.

Pouf is once more a special case and the way I see it, he either has very low empathy, or none at all. The spiritual message ability literally lets him read emotions in a textbook fashion, down to neat exact ratios, and that's used in both an offensive and defensive manner, which is to predict an opponent's next move. When he's not actively using that, he has a very difficult time understanding the emotions of others and can't really connect with them. He can't understand what meruem sees in komugi, he can't understand why pitou heals her, he even directly says to them something to the degree of "I don't understand". Personally speaking as a person with (often) low empathy, that's not a character flaw - he could've taken time to learn about the actual feelings etc that everyone around him has, but he didn't.

This is actually something that's also made explicit, and I saw that in a line that a lot of people laughed off. I don't remember the context around it, but it was the "soldiers don't need memories or emotions" line. Memories of course being a nod to how pouf himself streamlined the soldier making process that involved wiping away memories, but the bit about emotions is what pulls me in. Yes it's ironic to hear that from the most emotionally volatile man in the arc, but it's very revealing in regards to how pouf thinks.

We know he likely views himself both as the most loyal guard (his actions being the most "logical" vs the other two guards continuing to develop), as well as the most unworthy guard (which is just his own self loathing, also seen multiple times over the arc). But that line? That's not only a giveaway that he sees himself as meruem's perfect soldier, but also that pouf has a difficult time processing his own emotions. It's clear even to pitou and youpi that pouf is volatile to say the least, but in that line, we can see that pouf likely doesn't see himself that way. The implication I'm reading into is that he doesn't consider his emotions to be anything out of the ordinary, and that his (re)actions involving those emotions are in proportion.

I also wanna get into the duality of his mind a bit more! The note on how he's actually quite clever and book smart whilst simultaneously unable to conceive of things outside his ultimate view of what his purpose is is something that I also find fascinating. This was actually another point I bring up that makes me believe he's neurodivergent - he's very academically gifted and able to think quickly, but really lags in social situations. His conversations center around meruem and he doesn't really engage with anyone else unless he has no choice, on top of not really being able to perceive emotions in any kind of empathetic manner. There's definitely more to be said on both neurodivergence and the general duality of thinking, but I'll leave the big ideas right here for the time being.

I wanna make a small comment on his character that's a bit fueled by the thoughts of someone else I talked to, with her focus on him being his utilitarian streak - if it wasn't for meruem's benefit, if it didn't have meaning overall, it should be eliminated. This is mostly seen in his fixation over komugi, but it's also present in that "soldiers don't need memories or emotions" line as well; it's one of his biggest driving attitudes as seen in all his "for the king" repetition, as well as in his being willing to die if he can't serve well enough.

This on its own presents an interesting clash with pouf's overall aesthetics; the man is an art piece. If things should be cut out, what use does he have for his violin? Why bother with the eloquence, the books, the mental leaps and jumps? The very method of his existence is a contradiction to his own ideals, and I do enjoy it very very much. (I actually did wanna write a character essay on his contradictions and duality as well, and now I think I may have enough to write about!)