#Everyone deserves kindess

[caterpillarinacave]

sometimes it’s hard to be a ray of sunshine

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kiss A Hundred Boys In Bars

Angel Dust x M Reader Summary: Y/N is feeling insecure about their body but soon finds their confidence through Angel. Warnings: NSFW. MINORS DNI. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Oral sex(male receiving), P in A sex, C*m, dom/sub dynamics, etc. For the lovely @little-bloodied-angel

One might have thought with all the screams coming from the Hazbin Hotel that another war was brewing inside its brick walls. However, more simply, Y/N had turned their room into a makeshift runway and those screams were of lyrics. With clothes strewn about, mirrors positioned at various angles, and a playlist of upbeat tunes filling the air. The door creaked open, and in walked Angel Dust, his usual confident swagger evident even before he fully entered the room. His eyes immediately went wide as he took in the scene before him.

“Whoa, look at you! This is quite the setup,” Angel said with a mix of surprise and admiration, his gaze flitting between the assortment of outfits and Y/N. His bright, pink eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Y/N looked up from the pile of clothes with a sheepish grin. “Hey, Angel. I’m just trying out some new looks. Thought it’d be fun to see how they fit.”

Angel’s gaze shifted back to Y/N, who was currently wearing a sleek, black outfit that hugged his form in all the right places, black suit pants and an lower cut black glittter crop top with the pastel themed makeup was definetly the move. The ensemble was complemented by a pair of striking shoes and the fact that Y/N was practically dripping in glittery silver; from rings to a chain around their neck. 

 “Well, you’re definitely pulling it off,” Angel said, walking closer.

Y/N blushed slightly, brushing a hand through his hair. “Thanks. I’ve been experimenting with different styles lately. It’s all about finding something that makes me feel confident.”

Angel’s eyes lingered a moment longer, and he grinned. “Well, if you’re going for confidence, you’ve definitely hit the mark. I mean, you’re rocking that outfit like it was made just for you.”

Flustered but pleased, Y/N spun around to show off the outfit. “Do you really think so? I’m not exactly sure how it’s going to look on a night out.”

Angel’s expression softened, his gaze sincere. “Trust me, if you’re looking to make an impression, you’ve already succeeded.”

“Okay, but see the pants? They just don’t…fit right.”

Angel titled his head, confused by his friend’s words. Examing the pants closer, he could still find no problem. “Mind explaining for me toots?”

Y/N sighed and plopped down on his bed, before speaking softly. “It fits too tightly down there—“

“Well then just get a bigger size then babes!”

“No Angel, you don’t get it. It…makes it obvious.”

“What obvious?”

“That I don’t have…what you have, you know. Down there.”

“Oh.”

Y/N laid back, staring at the ceiling. It was never a comfortable reminder, that someone would always point out that unforunte reality that made them seem like less of a man. 

“Well fuck that toots!”

Rapidly shooting up, Y/N tilted his head in confusion. “”What?”

“Toots, as a man myself and as a person that likes men, fuck that.”

“Huh?”

“Gees, you really gonna make me say it huh? I like you’re hot and if I think that, then you are definetly a man cause I don’t like no gal.”

Y/N’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and they laughed softly. “Well you have a certain way with words.”

Angel chuckled, his tone playful yet earnest. “Oh and right now, the only thing I’m noticing how incredible you look.”

With a flirtatious wink, Angel moved to stand beside Y/N, giving the outfit one last approving look. “So, are we going to see any of these looks in action tonight? Or is this just a private show?”

Y/N’s smile grew. “Maybe a little bit both, if you catch my drift.”

Angel’s eyes sparkled with mischief and approval. “Oh babes, do I ever catch that drift.” he growled, his eyes blazing with intensity as he slammed his lips to capture his. Moaning into the kiss, Y/N slowly brought his hands up to find themselves tangled in Angel’s hair. 

Trailing a hand down to Angel’s waist, Y/N gave it a tight squeeze that made the spider demon squeak. Chuckling at the reaction, both their lips remained interlocked for what seemed an eternity until Y/N slowlyt guided Angel’s body to lay back on the bed. Lips swollen and eyes blown with lust, with back flush against the mattress, Angel wasted no time in relocking his lips back in a wanting plea but was denied by Y/N; who pulled back and dodged with a devilish smirk playing on their features. 

Nimble fingers traced up Angel’s waist, tugging softly on the waistband of his shorts before suddenly ripping them off of his body. Exposed to the cool air, Angel let out a gasp of surprise that was quickly replaced with a lewd moan as Y/N traced his fingers across his underwear clad bulge. 

“Starlight, tsk tsk. We haven’t even begun and you are stretching these clothes.” Continuing to drag his finger across his bulge, Y/N mumbled the words into the base of his neck while he left light nips across it. 

“Stop–fuck–stop teasing Y/N…”

“Oh but dear, that’s half the fun.” Despite his words, he obliged his request by removing the offending garment from his body.​​ Working his way down, his face ended between his thighs. Small kitten licks graced Angel’s throbbing member, muffled whines and moans leaving the spider demon’s mouth in short bursts of pleasure. 

“Star, do not hide those noises from me."

Flipping Angel over on his stomach, he added a finger to his welcoming hole, stretching him wide. Angel’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body involuntarily shifted away from the overstimulating assault. Taking his other hand, Y/N placed it on his hip and held him in place. 

“Unless you would like to be restrained, I haer to insist you remain in place.” Perking up at the thought, Angel gulped. Being restrained by Y/N, forcing his legs open so he could do as he pleased; letting him use them to fill every hole piqued his interest. Perhaps for another time. Suddenly, with the sound of a snap, Angel could feel an unfamiliar bulge digging into his ass. 

“Fuck babes, that ain’t gonna—“

“It’s gonna fit Star…you’ll take me so well.”

Removing his finger and slowly sliding his cock in, Y/N stretched Angel’s needy hole wide. Both men moaning both at the sight and feeling, a delicious stretch for both. Y/N’s mouth hovered over Angel’s ear, allowing his hot breath to fan his face. 

“You tell me when you want me to move.” 

Angel nodded rapidly, fisting the sheets underneath him in a fit of pleasure and pain. “Please…just move please.”

Slowly thrusting, taking his time to draw out every noise, Y/N relished in the sight below him. The thoughts alone of Y/N’s cock nearly had Angel cumming, mumbling incoherently for just a bit more to push him over the edge. Smirking, Y/N picked up the pace, driving deeper, the walls of Angel’s ass squeezing onto him for dear life. The added weight and pace was becoming nearly too much. 

“Go on Star. Tell me….tell me how I can only make you feel this good.”

“Fuck, only you—holy shit—just you.” 

That’s what did it, Angel felt the coil in his  stomach snap as he cried his lover’s name. Surely, the whole hotel had heard him by now. Just as Y/N wanted. Pulling out slowly, Y/N laid next to a panting Angel. Both parties covered in a layer of thin sweat, panting heavily and overcome with arousal. Walking his hands forward till both of his arms caged Angel in on the bed and he could feel the arousal coming off him in waves, Y/N whispered darkly

“Now I think it’s time for you to return the favor, don’t you think?”

[thesporkidentity]

i appreciate that stoker takes the time to describe the peace each of the vampires feels in that moment before their final death. it's such a kindess that those having to commit what feels like murder get to see that the innocents are freed, yes, but he has mina mention it even for dracula himself. there's compassion there even for someone who, before he turned, was already seemingly a bloody conqueror by his own account and a student of the devil's scholomance according to van helsing's research. he was far from an innocent, and yet even he gets to have his peace before his death, because not even the worst person you could possibly imagine could deserve the torture of being a vampire for hundreds of years. it's just such a nice acknowledgment of mina's speech about sympathy and pity that dracula himself was the first victim of the vampire, but it's short enough that it doesn't slow down the action as everyone rushes to quincey.

[girlgenius1111]

i don't know why i am the way i am

barça femeni x reader

when r scores an own goal, leading to the first not-win of the season, she is wracked with guilt. it suffocates her, until her teammates step in. angst, fluff.

warnings: pretty angst. unintentional self harm but... not really? lots of self resentment. r is sad :(

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As soon as the ball bounced off your head, you knew it was going the wrong way. You couldn't explain it, you just knew. Your senses were heightened as you landed back on the ground, whipping your head behind you. The ball was already in the back of the net, the opposing team already celebrating around you. You felt frozen, watching Cata pick up the ball, not looking at you. She looked frustrated. You assumed that was directed at you.

There wasn't much you could have done; the ball was already bouncing off an opponents head towards you. It would have gone in even if you hadn't touched it. Yet still, guilt chewed at you from the inside. It was an own goal. In a tough match for the team, where everyone left everything out on the pitch. There were only a few minutes left, and you'd let the opposing team tie the score.

"Olvídalo," Irene said, placing a hand on your shoulder. Forget it. How could you?

You knew you wouldn't be forgetting it anytime soon. Not when Barça failed to score before the clock ran out. Not when the other team celebrated as the final whistle blew; even a draw with Barça was an achievement. Not when your teammates tried to tell you it was alright, that it didn't matter. Not even when Cata pulled you into a hug, promising that she didn't blame you.

It felt like everyone was watching you, teammates, opponents, coaches, everyone. You stuck around on the pitch only as long as you had too, shaking hands and numbly extending congratulations. Then, you were practically speed walking inside, towards the locker room. A hand caught your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up, kid. It happens to everyone. That was going in either way." Lucy said softly. You searched her face for any sign of annoyance, of anger, and found none; the only recognizable emotion was concern. She was sporting her usual post-game ice pack around the knee, but it was clear that she'd ran over to catch you before you could disappear. You didn't deserve her kindness, not when you'd just singlehandedly ended the team's impressive winning streak.

You didn't really have anything to respond to that; a disagreement from you would only prompt her to try to convince you. And you couldn't agree, not when she was so very wrong. So, you shrugged, pulling away from her, and continuing on into the building. You felt her watching you as you walked away. You didn't deserve her kindess.

You were first to the showers, allowing a few tears to slide down your face now that you'd finally found solitude. The team was quiet as they filed into the locker room and eventually, the showers. A draw was not a result anyone was happy with. Not when they'd basically had the game won.

Finishing up your shower and heading back into the locker room, you tried to avoid eye contact with everyone. Unfortunately for you, the injured players had made their way down and it seemed like Alexia was waiting for you. The minute you'd gotten to your locker, she was hovering next to you.

"Talk with me outside for a minute?" She asked quietly, although you knew it wasn't a request. Sighing, you nodded, following her out of the room. Your captain led you down the hall and around the corner, to a vacant hallway, before turning around and looking at you with an unreadable expression on her face.

You couldn't decide if you should apologize or not; mistakes were something you should apologize for, and this was a mistake. At the same time, you got the feeling Alexia hadn't pulled you aside to lecture you.

"Are you upset?" Alexia asked you after a minute. You looked at her in disbelief.

"Of course I'm upset."

"You should not be." She replied.

"I lost us the match," you scoffed.

The blonde shook her head. "We did not lose, we drew. And no one loses the match singlehandedly. Losing is a team effort, just like winning is."

"I think an own goal is pretty much losing the match for us, Capi."

Still, Alexia persisted. "No, pequeña. This is not your fault." She could tell you didn't believe her.

"Y/n, Alexia, vamos." Jona called, evidently instructing you both to reenter the locker room for the post match talk. You walked off without another word, and Alexia followed, concern tugging at her as she watched the defeated way you carried yourself.

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If your teammates thought that you'd get over this one fast, they would be proven wrong. Three days later, and your behavior was only increasingly concerning. You'd been training like a crazy person. Extra reps of everything, staying after training to work on penalties.

Everyone had tried speaking to you about it, especially because it was clear you were working yourself into the ground. You wouldn't hear a word, though, even going so far as to shove Irene's hand off your shoulder and tell her to leave you alone. Your behavior wasn't normal for you. You didn't joke around with Pina and Patri, you didn't try to kick balls at Mapi's back when she wasn't looking. You didn't ask Ingrid or Frido to fix your hair, and you hadn't pestered Lucy about getting coffee with you before training.

No one was quite sure why you were taking this so hard; everyone had own goals, everyone dealt with them. You were acting like your career was on the line, though, and it very much wasn't.

On the fourth day, you were acting the same. You were exhausted, clearly, both mind and body. Alexia finally decided to put her foot down after you almost collapsed into her during sprints. It was halfway through training, and it was an endurance day. The team was only halfway through the assigned sprints when you stumbled, pitching forward.

"Kid?" Lucy questioned, lunging forward to catch you before you hit the ground.

"Fine. I'm fine." You mumbled, shutting your eyes and waiting for the wave of dizziness to pass. Lucy held you up, looking over your shoulder to make eye contact with Alexia.

"Keep going." Your captain directed to the rest of the team, who had slowed down, looking over at you. The blonde made her way over to you, pulling you away from Lucy and into her, directing you over to a bench on the side of the pitch. She waved away Jona and the physios, crouching down in front of you.

"I'm okay, I just tripped." You said halfheartedly, even as you swayed slightly where you sat.

"Do not try, pequeña. Drink." Alexia ordered, handing you a water bottle. She stayed right in front of you, as if making sure you were actually going to drink the whole thing. You chugged it, before trying to stand. Alexia rose with you, giving you a look as she placed her hands on your trembling shoulders.

"No, pequeña. You need to rest. You are overworking yourself." Your captain's voice was stern, but it only made you angry.

"Alexia, I am fine. How many times do I have to tell you that? Let me go back to training."

"No. You go back to training, and you are benched this weekend."

Your jaw dropped, as a look of pure apprehension passed over your face, before it was quickly replaced by one of fury.

"Fine." You seethed, shrugging out from under Alexia's hands, and stomping towards the locker room. It was the second time in a week you'd walked away from her when she'd been trying to help you, and she was beginning to worry that if she didn't get through to you soon, the consequences would be bad.

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Your fists pounded, again and again, into the punching bag. Your knuckles on both your hands were split open, blood oozing from the cuts. Bruises were forming on your hands; you hadn't wrapped them like you were supposed to, and you'd been at this for close to a half hour. You had no plans to stop anytime soon. There was so much frustration, disappointment, and anger inside of you, and it had to go somewhere.

You'd gone home, briefly, after Alexia had forced you out of training, and tried to rest, despite your arguments. The minute you sat down on the couch, though, the feelings of guilt once again became overwhelming. The only time you didn't feel inadequate, guilty, filled with resentment towards yourself was when you were doing something. So, once you were sure everyone else would be gone from the Barça training grounds, you threw on training gear and headed back over.

You'd been in the gym since, working away at the punching bag. It was starting to stain with your blood, but you didn't notice. You didn't notice any of it, the pain in your hands least of all.

Your own goal kept replaying, over and over, inside your head. The gasp from the crowd, the cheer of the opposing team. It echoed around inside your head, haunting you.

You didn't hear the door to the gym open, didn't hear the soft calls of your name. You jumped when an arm wrapped around your midsection tugging you back from the punching bag, fighting the embrace. You looked up into the mirror, seeing Ingrid tightly holding you to her body, and calmed somewhat.

"It's okay, it's okay," her words broke through the fog. As she spoke, you realized there were tears falling rapidly down your face. Mapi stepped in front of you, grabbing your hands in hers.

"Dios mio cariño," she murmured, taking in the damage you'd done. You were dizzy, suddenly, and you collapsed back into Ingrid, knees buckling.

"Easy, elskling," she said, catching your weight easily. Her and Mapi got you over to one of the massage tables in the room, sitting you down as you leaned heavily into Ingrid. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears, and you weren't quite sure what was going on. Other than the feeling of Ingrid's hand rubbing up and down your arm, no other sensations registered.

It felt like only seconds had passed when someone pressed an ice cube into your hand, wrapping your swelling fingers around it. You jolted up and away from Ingrid, somewhat coming back into yourself.

"Hey, pequeña, you with me?" Alexia asked, standing in front of you and peering at you worriedly.

When had Alexia gotten here? And when had Mapi finished cleaning your hands off? All the lights were on in the room, now, and you were suddenly aware that a unknown period of time had passed.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm with you," you murmured, mouth feeling dry, teeth chattering.

The girls exchanged looks. "What were you doing here?" Ingrid wondered.

"I had some energy I needed to burn off." You said, looking down at your bandaged hands.

"I told you no more training today, pequeña. Why did you not wrap your hands?" Alexia questioned, eyes narrowing slightly with worry.

"I forgot to."

"Forgot? You did not notice that it hurt?" Mapi said.

"No. I didn't feel it." You explained. Your friends didn't like the way your voice sounded, not at all. It was completely monotone, no emotion or inflection to it; like you were numb. You did feel numb, honestly. Now that the feelings had faded, you were left empty. All that registered with you was the throbbing in both your hands, and the fact that you were suddenly, incredibly exhausted. "What were you guys doing here?"

"I went to check on you, and your car was not home. I had Mapi and Ingrid meet me here."

"Oh."

You slid of the table, standing on slightly wobbly legs. Your teammates all moved closer, as if expecting you to collapse again.

You looked at them, raising an eyebrow. "I'm good, guys. Really."

"Stop telling us that when it is absolutely clear that you are not okay." Mapi pleaded.

You shook your head instinctually, crossing your arms over your chest, but wincing as you did so, the movement causing pain to shoot across your swollen knuckles.

When Ingrid spoke, her tone was painfully gentle, like you were fragile. "Elskling, you are not okay. We care about you and we want-"

"-Well stop caring. I don't want you to." You cried, frustrated with them, with everything. With yourself most of all.

"Amiga, we are not going to stop caring about you," Mapi began, eyebrows furrowing as you interrupted her, tears beginning to flow down your face once again.

"I don't understand why you aren't all mad at me. Yell at me, tell me you're disappointed, do something. I can't take this anymore, please." You sobbed, bringing a wounded hand up to cover your eyes. You'd hit your breaking point, clearly. For better or for worse.

"Cariño," Alexia whispered, moving closer to pull you into a hug. You pushed away from her, trying to head for the door. Your teammates couldn't let you leave, though, not in this state. Ingrid grabbed you around the waist once again, pulling you into her even as you fought her hold.

"Stop, stop, stop," you repeated, words barely understandable through your tears.

"I can't let you go right now, y/n, I'm sorry," Ingrid murmured. Weakly, you continued to struggle against the Norwegian, trying to squirm your way out of her arms.

"Stop try-trying to comfort me. 'Don't deserve it," you choked out. In front of you, Mapi and Alexia stood, heartbroken, unsure of what to do, though they were desperate to do something.

It was all too much for you, understandably so, and you gave up your struggle, allowing Ingrid to ease you to the ground, her grip on you never faltering. You cried into her shirt, soaking it with your tears, leaning into the comfort she brought even as you were so convinced you didn't deserve it.

You were slumped against Ingrid, body trembling as the Norwegian tried to hold you steady, when Mapi approached with the first aid kit. She began to carefully wrap your knuckles up. Her touch was kind and gentle, where the wounds you had inflicted were left in a harsh and cruel fashion. It was the rhythmic movements of the bandages being wrapped around your hands that got you to stop crying. Something about it was strangely comforting; maybe, it was just the care that you were being shown, even as you'd fought so hard to reject it.

Your gaze was torn away from Mapi's hands holding your own when Alexia approached with a damp towel in hand. Your captain wiped carefully at the tear tracks staining your cheeks, face pinched with worry. The room was completely quiet, and you flinched when that quiet was broken.

"Let's get you home, okay?" Alexia suggested, leaving it up to you. You nodded minutely, allowing Mapi to pull you to your feet, and lead you out the gym door. You went willingly, all the way to Alexia's car, compliant as Mapi helped you into the front seat and buckled you in.

"We love you. You know that, right?" She asked quietly, leaning against the door as Alexia slid into the drivers seat.

"I know." You admitted, voice raspy from the stress it had been through. Looking up at Mapi, she could tell that you did know it, even if you didn't quite understand why. Exchanging a look with Alexia, she pressed a soft kiss onto your forehead, before shutting the door and heading to her own car, where Ingrid was awaiting her.

Alexia drove you towards her house, and once again, you didn't object. Before, you'd been completely tense, wound so tight she was worried you would snap. It seemed like you finally had; she glanced over at you while stopped at a red light. You were curled into yourself, arms wrapped around your body as if you needed to physically hold yourself together. The fight had gone out of you, and Alexia felt that she should be glad, that you weren't fighting her anymore. Instead, she only felt dread at the aura of defeat that seeped off of you, filling the car.

This guilt, this desperate desire to make your percieved transgression right, it had to come from somewhere. Alexia was absolutely dead set on finding out where. You were just a kid, and you were much too good, completely and purely good, to despise yourself to such a massive extent, over something that wasn't even really your fault. She was determined, also, to dismantle this guilt. Whatever it took.

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i don't think im capable of... not writing part twos.

[zvezdacito]

// TWST Book 7 spoilers, thoughts of Malleus's writing as a character

So I was reading some other people's opinions on why some people consider Malleus overrated/annoying, and tbh this makes me really sad. The general consensus is that a lot of people fixate on certain sides and can only see him as one extreme or the other and it results in many ppl thinking a watered down version of his character is how he is in canon.

I feel that its such a shame because he's the most interesting, compelling and well-rounded take on his character archetype I've seen.

From my observation, usually they kinda make this archetype (the broody misunderstood 'everyone fears him like a monster except for one special person') someone you can't take that seriously, because of how his struggle usually kind of written in a way where everyone involved feel less like actual fully fledged original characters and really just one note tropes interacting with other one note tropes.

To elaborate: What i mean when i say this is usually ppl who hate him kind of just do because of plot requires them to and to show how all their haters are "normies" who can't get him because 'he's not like everyone else'. The misunderstood guy still usually has toxic personality issues but the story really tends to make it feel like they don't fear him for that but because they're shallow and have prejudice to ppl like him, so his personality issues are not framed as wrong or character flaws.

I don't think there's anything inherenrly wrong or mediocre with the "one special person who gives him a chance before anyone else" trope like I'm literally a Malleyuu enjoyer lol but like i said its all in the execution cause otherwise it fails to be compelling and believable. Usually in the poorly written version of this trope the guy doesn't undergo any character development other than showing more emotion and kindess to his partner because they melted his ice I guess so it really makes his whole character feel like its revolves around the sake of romance and fanservice.

Malleus doesn't fall into this trap in my opinion because his situation despite how fantastical it is, the way he was written makes it believable as to why everything is the way it is with him, and it also challenges the viewer if they would be able to say they wouldn't fear him too in that situation.

"We're gonna give you this character who everyone sees as a monster and show you deep down he just wants the same love as everyone else, making you contemplate changing judgement on him. He wants to prove this, but his way of going about it always inadvertently harms others."

"You know where hes coming from and if he had that social connection to give him a better understanding of others this wouldn't be happening, but its also equally understandable that the people hes trying to connect with don't deserve this and fear him even more after this, trapping him in a cycle of isolation."

"Given his track record, do you go about giving him a chance or just considering the repeatedly proven danger he brings. With the valid reasons of both parties, can you really say he isn't a monster and demand that 'if only people be near him'?"

There's just such a tragic and thought-provoking dilemma to his character that adds so many layers that makes him so good.

As omniscient viewers we have the benefit of seeing what he's going through form his POV so we can sympathize with him and understand that he thinks what he's doing is the best course of action and he's just trying to create a "win for everyone" situation.

But also everything he does ironically reaffirms everyone's fear and distrust of someone like him. No one can deny he has a tendency to cause further destruction when he tries to do something "good", examples including: past Briar Valley lantern lighting fire, the Halloween 2 ghost world party, and now his Sleeping Curse stunt in Book 7 Part 2 (they really emphasize this by making the spoken name of his UM basically mean "Malicious Fairy" but have its written name used to convey what its meant to mean be "Blessing").

↑ Given this, it honestly makes sense others, especially those who don't know him all that well, would just expect the worst when he's around already, and you wouldn't be able to blame them for that given the track record. It doesn't help that this impression is worsened since he tends to cause misunderstandings due to his lack of familiarity with human social cues.

Alongside the bias and preconceived notions from his status and reputation, they also make a point on how his personality flaws are still also a huge factor in pushing people away, such as not being able to see things through the perspective of others.

He also holds a subconcious belief due to what has been ingrained in him since childhood as a Draconia and the next in line that because he's superior to others at certain things, he has the right and responsibility to decide on what will protect and help them, disregarding the individual values/priorities of human beings and leading him to take reckless and destructive action with good intentions.

His upbringing, character strengths and character flaws are all realistically connected to each other and the way they are subtly shown to be ever-present in defining his decisions, goals and thoughts throughout the whole story. So we don't really need to have a character go out of their way to exposition this to us this word for word just so we can understand and believe it.

Moving onto something slightly more lighthearted, I really also like how dorky Malleus surprisingly was. Other similar characters in the archetype I usually see don't really have any hobbies, interests, or quirks outside of being a broody authority figure, which might've been appealing to some at first but it really just gets stale and boring after a while.

This should be the bare minimum in making a fleshed out and interesting character so maybe i sound like im giving them too much credit for pointing it out😭 But yeah compared to the other examples it's good that Malleus has his Tamagotchi and Gargoyle interests it makes him feel like a believable person who has his own life going on too (with the bonus that these interests are also metaphors for aspects of his character). The gap moe adds an endearing side to him, and makes the gap between his intent and impact of his actions even more tragic. It wouldn't hit the same without this side.

(^ Forgot how the exact quote goes, but it basically said dark stories are more effective when there are moments of genuine happiness and good in them, compared to if it was always just grim and edgy. The former increases the stakes and tragedy because you have something you to care about losing, while for the latter there is nothing for you to care about so nothing the story does really matters. Same logic applies to Malleus)

Overall, it's just like an unfortunate incompatibility of goals and circumstances, which is what TWST is all about. Another thing I want to say is out of all the characters, I feel like Malleus is the one who is the ultimate embodiment of TWST's main themes:

-> How it's not about "hero" vs "villain" just differing circumstances crossing paths and clashing because of how people on either side have their own complex perspective and dreams they want to realize

-> And how connection and finding community is important to find people who will help you make up for what you lack in reaching your goals and to better understand all the factors that caused the situation in the first place.

As if seeing yourself reflected in a mirror, the more you get to know the people around you, you realize in many ways you are actually quite alike, and through understanding others you could also possibly better understand certain aspects of yourself. It's sort of encouraging you to do the opposite of dehumanizing others and yourself, which is something Malleus has most evidently internalized.

So yeah this was so long😭 I had a lot I wanted to say since Malleus is my favorite TWST character. Idk if I missed anything or if i managed to express my thoughts in a cohesive way but yeah. I kinda go into a rage whenever I see the worst takes ever be put out about his character but tbh sometimes I can't completely blame others since fandom trends and the convenience of simplifying things into tropes can warp your perception of a character and what you associate with them.

Also sometimes twst doesn't do a good job with utilizing his character like Book 5 where he got turned into a deus ex machina and Halloween 2 where they killed any hype and intrigue for the plot we had at the beginning through the ending reveal and gave the worst justification ever for Malleus and Lilia's actions ever.

Regardless, I hope more people manage to move past this and appreciate his character for what it really is soon though. He's an amazingly tragic character; a lot of thought was put into how his experiences, strengths and weaknesses would convincingly connect, and he represents something relevant in the story's plot and themes.

The fact that I've seen some people unironically believe that Malleus may just be faking his cluelessness of social cues to hide his "true evil" is evidence to how convincing his character's situation is, that even some in the audience who know more about him than the characters would still end up in the same place of doubt and distrust of Malleus because of what he's capable of.

Aight thank you for reading👍

[yuyu1024]

One and only

Pairings: San x Y/N

Genre/tags: established relationship, mafia

Warning: fluff but still 🔞 smut/angst, unprotected sex, cursing, semi public, pet names, jealousy, clingy, mention of blood and death, blowjob/handjob [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 4.4k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: posted this during holidays🎄⭐️ but i deleted my acct bcoz of stupiditttyyyyy? 🙃 anyways... almost done reposting my one shots. I'll try to post my short series soon.

***

It's holiday season. Everyone you know are all busy preparing for the coming christmas. Your friends are busy buying gifts for their love ones and they are also excited planning all their trips or dates with their each own special someone. Whilst you on the other hand, you are not planning anything.

"Y/n, what are you going to do this christmas?" One of your friend asks

"I'll be visiting my parents on the 25th." You answer

"That's all?" She asks

"Do you want to come with us? My family are going on a staycation on this fancy hotel... I can ask them if I could bring you." The other friend suggested

"No... it's fine. I'll be at home. I deserve a break too from all the work I've been doing..." you answer

"I get it... you deserve it yes.. but... are you not sad you are not spending Christmas eve with someone...?" The first friend ask

"Even a date?" The other one adds. "You know... if you only accept the guys wanting to take you on a date or atleast get to know you... I'm sure you have a boyfriend now."

You laugh at how worried they are with you spending Christmas eve alone.

"I'm fine. I'm happy."

Being the "single one" in your friendship group is nothing new. It's not that you don't want to meet anyone or get to know someone but it's just that you are not actually single. None of them knows that you have been dating this guy for quite some time now.

You are not hiding him or your relationship because you are embarassed about him. You are just respecting his privacy and for safety reasons as well.

He is the son of the leader of the famous mafia in the country. Everybody knows their family. They fear them. Everyone thinks they are the most dangerous beings to exist. However little did they know, they only look mean as hell. But these men, all have hearts and kindess to help anyone in need. They just don't publicize the good things they do.

"Okay... whatever you say... just call us when you need someone to talk to when you feel alone."

"I'm fine girls... seriously... and enjoy your vacation. Don't mind me. Spend your time with your boyfriends and family... okay?"

"Okay." Both of them say at the same time.

"Great!"

Then after a few more minutes chatting with them your phone alarm buzzes. It's a reminder.

"Oh crap! I need to go now!" You say in a hurry. "I had to go to this shop my mother told me to go... I need to drop her gifts for her friend who's in the city for vacation."

"Okay... sure..." both your friend stands up and hugs you.

"Happy holidays! See you after more than a week." You say

"See you and stay safe! Be careful running in the snow okay? You are clumpsy." The first friend says

"I will."

"Bye!"

You wave goodbye one last time before running out of the coffee shop.

You are really in a hurry. It is true that you have to meet your mother's friend to give them the gift. You were supposed to meet the park near the hotel they're staying at. It's not that far from where you and your friends met so you just decided to walk from there.

Then while you are on the walk, you decides to text your lover to let him know where you will be at.

Y/N: I'll be at the park in front of Crescent Hotel. Meeting my mom's friend to give her present.

After sending the text, you put your phone in your sling bag and didn't checked if he read it or replied. You are in a hurry so it didn't crossed your mind.

"Y/n?" A motherly tone of voice calls your name as you just walk pass through the crowd to step foot in the vicinity of the park.

You turn around and see Mrs. Jung together with her son waving at you. Smiling, you carefuly run towards them and quickly hug Mrs. Jung. "Long time no see!"

"Indeed!" She hugs you back and pats your head. "Oh my gosh! You have grown... such a beautiful lady."

You shyly giggle as you can't accept the compliment very well. For you, you just look alright. Not as beautiful as your mother.

"It's been so long since you last came back..." you say

"Yeah. We didn't get the chance to come back the last two years. But we're here now." She says smiling

"By the way, this is mother's gift. She says sorry she can't give it to you personally. She's at the province now taking care of grandpa and grandma."

"Oh, it's fine. I understand. Tell them I wish them a happy holiday and good health."

"I will."

Then her son, Wooyoung, standing next to her greeys you. "Happy holidays."

"Happy holidays." You smile back.

You two then hug and pat each other's back.

Wooyoung and you are classmates in highschool. You two became friends because of your parents. Before you two would always have sleepovers so you could both play and watch movies together. But since they migrated abroad, you two became a little distant. Still friends but not as close as before.

Plus one factor that might've affected that is before he flew away, he confessed his feelings for you. That he liked you. However, you told him that even you like him too back then being highschool and being in a long distance relationship is not ideal for the both of you. It's sad but it is true. Especially bot of you were so young back then.

"You still as pretty as I remember." He says to you

"Stop!" You hit him on his arm. "You still compliment me like the way you used to in highschool." You say.

"You know I'm just being honest." He says, warmly smiling

"I know." And then you notice that he looks mature that from what you remembered seeing him two years ago when they last visited. "You look different."

"Well it's his married aura now." Mrs. Jung explains

"M-married?" You gasp looking at them two back and forth. "You got married?"

Wooyoung is smiling ear to ear. "Yes." He answers then showing his ring. "I got married to the love of my life just almost a year ago."

"Oh my gosh! Congratulations!" You jump and hug him again. "I'm so happy for you!" You clap as you let him go. "Is she with you guys?"

"Unfortunately no... she can't travel because she's just a few months pregnant and she's in bed rest."

"Married and soon to be father!" You are estatic. "What a blessing!"

"Thank you!" Wooyoung is so proud and happy about her wife and their soon to be child.

The catch up with the Jung's is so light and warm. They all have good things to talk about that excites you. It's been a while since you saw them and you are so happy that everything is great with them. Especially after them losing the father figure in their family. You are glad they are doing well.

****

An two hours later, you are on your way to your apartment building, carrying a few things you bought from the groceries that you need at home when you decided to check on your phone.

SAN: I thought you're meeting your mom's friend. Who is the guy you are hugging?

SAN: You hugged him not once but twice!

SAN: why are you touching his arm.

SAN: why are you laughing so much :(

SAN: who is he?????

SAN: baby

SAN: baby...........

SAN: stop talking him.

SAN: baby!

SAN: :(

SAN: you are leaning on to him?????

SAN: are you cheating on me in public?

SAN: HE HUGGED YOU

SAN: AGAIN

SAN: WHAT. IS. THIS.

SAN: baby!!

SAN: ㅠ_ㅠ

You snort a laugh as you read how he whines in his texts. You could hear him say all these even just from the messages. He's so jealous.

Y/N: where are you?

(No reply)

Y/N: okay...

Y/N: If you don't reply...

Y/N: you're not welcome to come inside my apartment again.

Y/N: bye~~~

You proudly smile after you sent the text. Coz you know San will immediately rush to get to you after reading your text.

However, what you didn't expect is that minutes later when you're about to turn to the corner of your building and about to get to the steps to the entrance, you notice a tall figute standing. It's San.

"You're not going to invite me in your apartment anymore?" He says his brows arching and lookinh down at you.

He's wearing something casual and comfy. A beanie, black fitted shirt and a grey sweat pants.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, "And why are you wearing so little clothes! It's cold!" I rush to him

"You said you will not welcome me in! So I ran!" He is sweating and you can see heat coming out of his body.

"Ran from where?"

He pouts. "There." He points at the black car parked across the street.

"I see... so... you were following me?"

"No." He looks away

"I thought we've agreed about me having one bodyguard... camouflaged as a normal civilian in a distant... why are you following me now?"

"I promise. I was not supposed to follow you..."

"But?"

He looks down and takes the the two shopping bag you are holding. "I miss you... I was at the gym when I received your text that you were going to meet a family friend..."

"And...?"

"And... I thought I could pick you up... give you a ride home after..."

"But...?"

He sighs, giving up. "Fine. I'm sorry. But I do swear... I went out because I really do miss you."

"Then if you do miss me....why just let me know... visit me... we can hang out."

"Sorry."

You chuckle as you see him lower his head even more. He's so cute when he's like this. A total 180degrees opposite of his charisma when he's in his mafia mode.

"So... you want to come in and stay?" You ask tilting your head to the side, searching for his face. "But if you have plans or things to do with work... it's fine. Beside, I'll be leaving tomorrow to visits my--"

"You're leaving?"

"Yes. I did told you about my grandpa being sick right?"

"Oh. Right."

**

Both of you then start to walk in the building. You want him to get inside quick and get warm since he forgot to bring a jacket with him.

People who you walk pass as from the lobby to the elevator are all looking sus as they see San. They must be thinking how crazy he is walking around with such little clothes during winter season.

But knowing San, even though people give him looks and judgements he does not give a fuck.

"Would you like a hot milk? Maybe hot coco or..." you ask as you both reach your apartment door enterimgg your pin. "a warm jacket to bring when you leave? You still have a few clothes here with me... the ones you left..."

Then as soon as you enter and the door beeps signaling its locked and closed, San drops the two shopping bag on the floor and cages you in between his arms.

"I've missed you." He mumbles into your ears.

You close your eyes, lean your head on his shoulder and allow him to embrace you tightly. "Me too."

"I'm sorry I've been away this past few weeks..."

"It's okay."

"I wish I could've helped you decorate your place."

"You're so sweet." You whirl around to face your lover. "I know you are really not into Christmas really... it's fine. I don't want to force you to do it every year with me."

"No..." he pulls you in closer and places his hand at the back of your head. "It's important to you... so I have to... you know you are my everything. And I will do anything to make you happy."

"Aww..." you lay your head on his chest. "You're the sweetest tough guy that I know."

He tenses a little. "I should be the only sweet and tough guy you know!"

You laugh at his reaction. Your lover is a jealous type and he does not know or even tries to hide it. You sometimes like to tease him about it.

"Hmm... I don't think so..." you let go of him and take the two shopping bags from the floor and go straight to the kitchen. "I know a few..." you add before you start unpacking the groceries

"Baby..." he follows you to the kitchen.

"I have classmate and still friends with are tough guys. They are sweet and kind too."

"Who? What do they do? Are you talking to them? I need to know details about them!" He is sulking

While you on the other hand, just enjoying his reaction. "Also... Wooyoung..."

"Who??!?"

"Wooyoung..." you repeat. "He's the first guy whoever protected me... from the bad guys..."

He goes silent.

"He protected me to the bullies in highschool. He's a cool guy. And....sweet."

He is though. Wooyoung is such a good person and reliable.

"Is that the guy from earlier?"

You nod as you finish the rest of the unpacking. "We finally saw each other after two years..."

"You knew him before me?" He sounds a bit hurt

"Yes. I know him since highschool." You answer before you walk out of the kitchen and finally removing your coat and scarf revealing your knitted top. "He migrated abroad with his family..."

"Is he your ex?" His face suddenly changes. He's not sulky anymore. He's more on the really jealous San now.

You appoach your lover, who's standing in the middle of the room, take his hand and kiss his knuckles.

"No..." you suddenly reasurre him. "Don't get jealous okay? He's a friend."

"But you hugged him... three times." He pouts

"Because I was so happy to see him plus he told me good news." You put your hands around his waist and give him a quick smooch on his lips. "He got married and expecting his first baby..."

"Oh." San's lips slowly curves into a smile.

"So... now you're smiling."

"Well..." his cheekbones show his happiness

"Why are you getting jealous all the time huh? You know you're my only lover..."

"They are a lot of hunters in this world baby. And you are one heck of a prey." He lowers his head, leaving delicate kisses on your jaw. "If only I could tell the whole world you are my queen...my everything... then boys will not try to hit on you."

"It's okay... and I don't care about those boys... I have you. My Sannie. You are all I need and want in my life."

"Aww baby..." his hands goes lower, cupping your ass with both hands. "I love you..."

"I love you too."

He hums and then nuzzles his face with yours. "Maybe I should stay for the night..." he smiles, "What do you think?"

"I think you should..." you whisper before crashing your lips to his.

The sweet smooch gets deeper the moment he opened his mouth and allowed you to explore your tongue in there.

The sound of your kisses echoes all throughout the apartment. Kisses that are longing and hungry. Kisses that are in duet with his whiny moans.

"Fuck." He smiles and looks at you with endearing eyes. "Baby, you're driving me insane!"

"Do I?" You kiss him again. Teasing him by sucking his lower lip before letting him go.

"Maybe let's have dessert first before we have dinner." He pulls you up and you automatically wrapped your legs around his hips. "I'll cook later... don't worry."

"I love desserts." You say

"Perfect."

He carries you from the living room to your bedroom. He slowly puts you down in bed, sitting, before he goes down to his knees so you're eye to eye.

"May I undress you?"

"Please..." you kiss him on his cheek. "My Sannie."

A grin forms on his lips. He starts from pulling your knitted sweater off, revealing your black bra filled with your plump breasts. Then his hands goes from your behind to unzip your skirt. You helped him by getting up a little so he can pull it down in a go.

"Hmm." He bow down his head and lay his cheek on your thighs.

"You're so warm..." you murmur. You placed your hand on his bare face.

"I'm warm because of you." He raise his head to look at you. "I am alive because of you."

"San..." you call his name and kiss his forehead.

The way San say you are his everything and his life can sound exaggerated to others. However for him, he meant it. And people will understand why he says it like that if they know the full story how he and you met.

***

You two met more than two years ago. You were on your way home from your work at night. You decided to drop by a pharmacy to buy your first aid kit supplies because you've ran out. You are clumpsy and usually hurt yourself when cooking so you always need it refilled from time to time.

And then while you were on your walk, under the pouring rain, you heard noises from a dark alley just a few blocks away from the pharmacy. At first you wanted to just ignore it but then the moment you saw the guys guys wearing baggy clothes and masks, you made sure you made a sound that will startle them thinking someone is coming. It was effective coz they fled.  You saw them ran and you panicked but luckily they didn't hear or saw you. As you were hiding from across the street.

You waited a few minutes before completely running across to check who got hurt.

When you got there, San was on the floor. He was beaten up, sitting and his back leaning on the wall. His eyes were closed and not answering you when you asled him if he's fine so what you did was dial the hotline, for help.

However, after a few rings San abruptly grabs your phone and ends the call.

"What are you doing?" You asked, panicking. "We need to call the ambulance... or the police..."

"No." San insisted. "I can't go to a hospital."

"Why not? You're bleeding!"

Blood was running down the concrete and straight to the drainage.

"It's not deep." He mumbled

"What the heck? You are bleeding! You might die!"

He smiled at you even his face was bruised and his one eye barely opening. "If you keep talking loud... they'll come back. And then we'll both die."

You covered your mouth and looked around.

"Just help me get up and go to my car."

"Are you sure?" You say quietly

"Yes. I can't go to the hospital nor the police right now." He grunted as he tries to get up slowly. You helped him immediately. "I have my first aid kit in my car."

"I have to... in my bag." You said as you try to carry his weight, his arm around you.

"Good girl." He said.

You helped him with his cut. You are not the bravest person in the world but back then you managed to clean his cut,  staple it, covered it with bandage and even helped him get into his new set of clothes.

Yeah, the day you first met San you already saw him naked. You were stunmed when he asked you to undress him completely especially when you saw his length up close and personal. But you forced yourself to be focus that time. And hurray to that you managed to undress and dress him.

"I'm sorry... this is our first time meeting..." he said, grunting in pain.

"It's fine. Glad I could help." You said as you finally relax beside him at the backseat.

"You're wet."

"Excuse me?" Your eyes widened, making laugh

"I meant... your clothes."

"Oh." You blushed so bad. Embarassed.

"I have one extra shirt. It's big enough to be your dress... if you want to..."

You didn't answered him.

"I'll look away. Promise."

"Okay. I don't want to get sick."

You picked the extra black shirt from his luggage. You started to undress the second he looked away. The car is heavily tinted and the parking lot is closed so no one is around except you two and his car. So you felt a bit at ease undressing even you should not.

Long story short. After that night, San became obsessed with you.

He thanked you hundred of times and made sure to get to know you. He thought he was doing all of it because he's just thankful. That's it. But then even just a stranger, when you almost got into trouble because of his life, he learn how important you are to him.

Since then San kept you safe. You have guards 24/7 and always around you. And because of that almost incident, you can't publicy reveal your relationship.

***

"Your scent...I love how you smell..." he murmurs. "It's the same scent I smelled when we first met." He kisses your skin in between your thighs.

Slowly he peels the thights off you revealing your cold skin.

"You're wet." He smiles again. Then kisses your stomach sending chills all over your body.

"Because of you..." you say as you lay your back on the bed.

He climbs on top of you slowly as he kisses every inch of skin. "My one and only..." he hums

"Your one and only..." you say before closing your eyes and absorbing all the sparky kisses he's giving you.

He pauses when he reached your shoulder so he can slip off his shirt, exposing his buff yet lean body.

"Look at me." He says

You open your eyes, seeing his pecks, firm arms and tight abs. "You're so beautiful..." you mumble

He leans back down so he could kiss you again. He sucks your tongue before he insert his to your mouth. Exploring every bits of you.

"Oh San..." you moan his name as you switch places with him.

You are now on top. Lips still attached to his whilst you unhook your bra and throw it on the floor.

You take his hand and make sure he gets a handful of you. "Damn..." he snarls looking down and admiring your bouncy breast.

"I love it when you touch me." You breathe as you watch him enjoy squishing your boobs while you move your hips, making sure your clothed wet core is rubbing over his still covered dick.

"You sound naughty..." he smirks, reaching for another kiss.

"Only for you." You kiss back.

Everything is going smoothly and steamy between you two. You continue to make out and enjoy every bits of moment you can have. Not until San's phone rings.

"Oh for fuck's sake." He throws his head back, frustrated.

"Answer it. It might be important..." you say as you stop kissing and licking his peck.

"I'll make it quick." He says before he picks up the call. "Yes?" His voice changes in seconds. Firm and husky.

You don't mind him working like being on meetings or doing phone calls when you are together. You understand his job. All that matters to you is, he's with you.

***

The call have now passed 15minutes. You are starting to get bored. You know the call is important. It sounds important. However, you are as horny as fuck. You two have been making out and teasing each others kinks since earlier so your naughty hat is on.

You smile to yourself as an idea hits you. "I love you..." you whisper, which he can only hear.

His glances down at you quickly, smiling, before he continued listening to the person across the line.

The smile is not enough for you as a reaction. You get up on your knees and kneel between his legs. He is watching you. You already got his attention just by showing him again your figure.

"I love you..." you whisper again. But this time it sounded more alluring.

You bend down to reach the waistband of his sweatpants and pull it down, just enough to let his length free. He is hard as a rock.

"Baby..." he whispers his phone is away from his face.

"I'm entertaining myself as I wait." You answer.

"Ah, yes I'm still here. Sorry." He says to the person he's talking too.

Lowering your head, you open your mouth and let your tongue touch the tip of his length. You could feel his body tenses as you do it more.

"Ahm... yeah. I get it." His voice breaks for a bit there. He cleared his throat and then grabs your one wrist with his free hand. "Maybe... we should wait." He says

He is referring to you but I guess his answer matches the topic they are talking about. But as you being a tiny bit naughty tonight, you shake your head and continued to tease him.

Giving him little kisses and licks at the beginning before fully sucking him hard and whole.

You watch him as pleasure him. He's working so hard not the break and moan your name like the usual.

You know he likes what you are doing. He is leaking and his length is twitching at every swirl of your tongue around it.

"Can we talk about this some other day?" He snaps. "I just need to fuck my girlfriend now or I'll explode." He was silent for three seconds and then, "good." Then he ends the call and throws his phone on the floor.

"Who is that?" You got worried by him saying he'll fuck you instead of continueing the business call.

"It's Seonghwa. And don't worry about him." He grabs you by your hair pulls you a bit closer. "Focus on sucking my dick... and make me cum."

A grin spreads across your lips. "What will be my reward... if I make you..." you then teasingly lick from bottom to tip. "Cum?"

He grabs you by your jaw and kisses the corner of your lips. "I'll fuck you 'till sunrise and make sure you can't walk... meaning you will need my help for you to visit your parents..."

You giggle, excited and challenged. "Okay... challenge accepted."

[ughhhdavid]

Rewatching their dinner with this in mind made me notice some stuff.

Trent's face when Ted compliments his writing!!!! He looks so sad! I don't think he experiences these kinds of genuine compliments very often!

His reaction to Ted saying he enjoyed "getting to" spend time with him! Ted is acting like it's a privilege, an honor. Trent's response is almost derogatory. "You actually mean that, don't you?" It must be another sign of Ted being out of touch, that he has no idea what he's doing. Surely, it must be a display of poor judgment on his part. Because what kind of person would enjoy spending time with him?? What kind of person would have the gall to enjoy his presence?

Trent built these walls, he looked for the worst in people and tried to expose them in order to keep them at a distance. Because it was safer to hurt everyone else, than to let anyone in and have his worst belief about himself be confirmed: that he was unlovable. So he settled for being feared.

Meanwhile Ted had so much to lose going into that interview. Rebecca set it up in order to ruin his reputation even further! But he chose to treat Trent with kindess and respect. Not like a prick who could destroy his career, but like a friend, a "cool person", a talented writer. No wonder Trent's heart exploded! Ted did something no one has done before! He saw the best in him, all that which Trent couldn't allow himself to show the world, he made him see that, even at this point, he still deserved to be loved!!

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Not only are you an amazing writer (and the sweetest person from what I can tell based on your interactions with people on here) but you’re a TON fan too?! You continue to amaze with how awesome you are♥️please tell me the Engel & her bestie x konig AU is based on My Girl’s Girlfriend too! 😄 and while at the topic of TON/peter steele being very konig coded, Wolf Moon deserves its Konig twist as well tbh (this man would make his face a throne for his queen regardless but imagine werewolf!konig??? Who would be a whole new level of a menace😭💕 and imagine if this 6’7 beefcake of a psycho who already has a hard time controlling his urges during normal circumstances turning into a literal beast once a month, even more so when your cycle synchs with his transformation🥴💕)

Ps.: I hope you’re doing well, taking your time to rest and relax and enjoy life🥰 I remember reading a while ago that you were going through a bit of a rough patch, I don’t want to come off as prying for any details but I just hope you’re in a better place and space now, bc you’re such a sweet soul 💕and my Tumblr crush bc you are not only someone I hold as an example when it comes to being a writer but you’re so genuinely kind to everyone in your inbox and that kindess literally radiates off of your blog☹️👉🏻👈🏻you honestly deserve the world sweet Salome🥰💕ok that got kinda sappy real quick 🥴but I wanted to let you know how much you are appreciated💕😚 And also, happy Holidays! May the new year bring you & your loved ones all the health and happiness 🥳👏🏻🥂

Ahhh what a message 😭🥹❤️

I feel like a Victorian maiden who just read a love letter of the sweetest kind, I'm smiling and blushing like an idiot here (also I read this like 10 times because it just gets better and better lol) You're so kind for sending me some love! I'm in a much better spot now and enjoying life and the holidays, resting and seeing friends and eating like crazy (we're practising for Christmas dinner hehe) ty for asking 💞 I hope you're enjoying your holidays too!

And you're a fellow writer, gosh now I'm curious! I don't wish to push you but please just know that it makes me so happy to hear that my work has inspired you. And as for the TON/König, yes he's everything they sing about in Wolf Moon. An adoring beast, a king, a predator and a servant for his chosen queen... Send help, I'm drooling! Also the song Love You to Death reminds me of König x Engel 💕

Anon I wish you a Merry Christmas/Yuletide and a wonderful New Year, may it bring you everything you wish for! 🩷✨️🌲

[kaiwuzherenz]

ALRIGHT IVE BEEN PUSHED OVER THE EDGE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!

I know I'm late.....but I'm still saying my peice or I'm just a shitty friend...

ALRIGHT YOU COCK SUCKING ANONS LISTEN UP! SOME OF YOU ARE GOOD SURE BUT THIS MESSAGE IS DIRECTED AT EVERY SINGLE FUCKING OTHER ONE!!

TODAY ONE OF MY FRIENDS SUFFERED SOME GODAMN OUTRAGEOUS VERBAL ABUSE DIRECTED AT ONE FUCKING VENT POST, NOT TWO NOT TEN....ONE FUCKING POST!

I CAN LABEL TOO MANY GOOD PEOPLE THAT HAVE BEEN HARASSED BY THESE HARE ABONS, AND THEY CAN ALL SUCK MY NON EXISTENT DICK! IVE HATE IT, SEEING EVERYONE THAT TREATS ME WOTH THE KINDESS I DONT EVEN FUCKING DESERVE VEING ABSOLUTELY HATED ON BY ANONS, SOME WISHING DEATH ON ONE, SELF HARM ON ONE, GENERAL HATE ON ONE, AND BLACKMAIL ON A FEW!

I WILL FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE! I HAVE MY WAYS AND I WILL USE THEM IT THIS CARRIES ON.

IM NOT NAMING NAMES OF ANYONE THATS HAD THIS HATE DONE FOR THEM, TODAYS WILL BE CLEAR IF YOU ACROLL IN MY BLOG BUT REMEMBER THIS!

YOU ANONS MESSED WITH THE WRONG PERSON TODAY, OT DOESNT MATTER WHO IT WAS OUT OF THAT FRIEND GROUP BUT THEY DONT DESERVE THIS! THAT PERSON WHO WAS GIVEN HATE TODAY HAS SHOWN ME NOTHING BUT SUPPORT, AND JUST TO BE AWOKEN TO FIND OUT THIẞ HAPOENED DREW ME OBER THE LINE IVE BEEN STANDING ON DOR TOO LONG!

YOU COCK SUCKING WHORE FACED NOONES NEED TO GET A GODAMN LIFE OTHER THAN TRYING TO BRING DOWN AMAZING PEOPLE INTO YOUR SHITTY HOLE LIFE BECAUSE YOU HATE YOURSELF!

I WONT TAKE IT ANYMORE, YOU'LL HAVE DONE YOUR DAMGE TO EVERYONE EVEN ME TO TGE POINT I DID THINK ABOUT LEAVING TUMBLR! BUT YOU CAN THINK YOU CAN BEING ALL OF US DOWN, THEN YOU GOT ANOTHER THING COMING BITCH!!!

[moon-blanket]

Oh my god the next part came Super Fast let's GET IT

They way he told them to sit. Hi ! hey. Okay i'm sitting.

Damn the Bennetts tried to get other Houses to join the endeavor about CloseKnit. Good riddance then.

William didn't "banish" Porter after his scuffle with Vincent, just a convenient way of him doing his job with less suspicion ? Since he techincally wasn't "affiliated" with House Solaire anymore ?

William ordered PORTER to do it all ? Using the Summit as a way to carry out a "Favor" for another House in the Council ? Seizing the assets of the House of Bennett in the outcome ??

Holy fuck, just how powerful is Porter. That whole murder/alibi plan of his is Wild.

Okay William not wanting to wait around for another 1500 lives lost to get eyes pointed on House Bennett and get the ball rolling. That's a slay. I get it.

I'm with Vincent, What's the logic of all of this !! This "Game" is confusing !!

What is William's part in this !! What is he doing right now !!

I don't blame Vincent for "seeing in black and white" in this moment ! His world is actively crashing down around him, everyone he trusts is in on Something but Him and Lovely (maybe Sam, who knows), and it's out of NOWHERE ! If this didn't happen, who knows how long this would have been hidden from him ! He has the right to be upset about it !!

William thinks of Vincent as his actual child, loves him like a son :( enough to not want his hands dirty. Knowing that he shouldn't have turned him, his biggest regret, saying what he did to Vincent was wrong..... I actively had to pause and cry on the floor for a good five minutes.

GREAT Reminder from Porter that William isn't a Saint. He doesn't have to be ! He is still a good man, who does good things !!!!! The ways that these results are obtained is rather questionable, but what comes from it cannot be denied !!

He took Porter in and gave him a new life, showed him unending kindess. That's how you obtain allies !! Bonds that truly matter !!! All the things William feels for those in his House are genuine !!!!!!!! He cares for all of them so deeply !!!!!!!!!

The circumstances of Porter's turning is very interesting. Turned by a Mass Maker, constantly invocated and used for his powers in a way he had no say in. Running and Running until he found William, who cleaned him up and mentored him on his powers. That's very nice :(

I'm glad Porter understands that the experience he had was not universal. I'm glad he has the perspective of Vincent's, and i'm glad Vincent has the perspective of Porter's.

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Overall, I'm very glad that the Two of them (Three, since Lovely sat in on it) had that talk. It was definitely not the most pleasant or comfortable, given the circumstances, but it was absolutely Needed.

And if anything, it's a step in the right direction for both Porter and Vincent. They learned a little bit more about (and from) each other during this whole Event. They may have wildly vast differences, jarringly so. But there is something inside of both of them that is so strikingly similar to me, even if I can't put a finger on it. I don't expect them to be Best Friends after this, but hopefully they have some level of understanding with each other after this. And maybe become the slightest bit nicer to each other, even if it takes a while.

(I see why William wanted Shaw Pack there, since they were all looking into CloseKnit. He let them see some evidence to get DUMP on the ball, as well as some actual justice for the Inversion. But geez, that could have gone bad !)

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This was a GREAT audio. Poor Vincent and Lovely. They deserve a LONG fuckin' break after all is said and done. Please let them be happy for ONCE lmfao.

Still love you with my life Porter I'll do anything for you by the way.

[konigceo]

hey hello hi

so! seeing the whole minor situation going down, I just got a bit confused with things. 'cause, you see, I'm a 21 yo who grew up attached to the internet, including nsfw stuff that was around (mind you, at the time not a single soul cared if the people consuming it were minors or not) and, yes, I do recognize and suffer from the damage that consuming this type of content does and that people all over the 'mdni' blogs talk about.

but at the same time, teenagers have hormones. plenty of them. so while, yes, okay, I do understand the point of not wanting minors lurking around your blog if you're the 'mdni' type of blog (and I totally respect that, no matter what kind of 'do not interact' line is drawn), I kind of wonder how healthy is it to push minors away.

I'm not saying anyone is responsible for one's sexual education or should be held accountable for other people's acts and media consumption. but can you really tell a teenager not to look for sexual content? while this is the literal age most people are usually the most interested in being sexual?

idk, man. it's such a complicated topic. there's also the fact that different countries have different ages when considering if someone is an adult or not, so, yeah. idk.

also, at this point, I'm prob just rambling, sorry. I'm just trying to understand and listen to different points of view, you can totally just ignore/delete this ask if you don't wanna engage with it.

last but not least, let's just respect each other above all. no one deserves to be attacked for free. I think we've seen enough, and it's time to be a bit more mature than this when resolving problems.

thank you for your insight on the recent situations, anon. i do feel like the cod fandom has a history of harassing people off platforms, and it just hurts to see people not understand that these are real people, and real lives you're hurting with your words. caring about kids on the internet isn't caring when you send asks telling these kids to kill themself. you aren't 'protecting' these kids by driving them off platforms, and it isn't your decision to tell people whats right or wrong. if you really wanted to protect kids on the internet, then educating them would be best. and i thank you for that anon, and i thank everyone who is respectful to not just me, but puff as well. i don't mean to drag her into this, but i feel like puff deserves many more apologies than me. thanks you for your kindess and time everyone. have a wonderful new year.

[nothings-wholey]

i'm going to bite that anon and shake them around like a fucking dog toy /j /j

it's not like you forcefully put the blood on Mia, you don't deserve anything except to be treated with respect and kindess like everyone else

…I need to go to the Boiling Isles. I need to make those elixirs…

[omegawizardposting]

I think a lot of people need to recognize that you can see something you think is cringe, roll your eyes, and move on, and that is perfectly fine. That's normal. Everyone has their own ideas about what's "normal" and what's not.

Like, I'll see a pewson type wike dis, and I will physically cringe. To me, that is goofy as hell, and I am going to think you're a weirdo for doing it. You will not change my mind on that.

I'm also going to think that you're another human being, though, and that you deserve respect. I do not have to go out of my way to pick on you, send you harassing asks, or screenshot your blog. I can say, "Wow, kinda cringe," to myself and then move on with my life. After all, I'm a weirdo too.

"Cringe culture is dead" isn't about never having any kind of negative or judgmental reaction to anything you see on the web. That would be impossible. No human is that saintly.

What it's about is recognizing that you also do and enjoy things others would consider cringe, and that when you get right down to it, we're all freaks. None of us is free of sin, and all of us deserve to be treated with kindess.

[fitzhastoomanysideblogs]

I've been made to feel unlovable my whole life pretty much

My dad hated me for being autistic and showing clear signs of mental illness as a child. Even now he still hates me and is ableist towards me, but instead of calling me slurs he just infantilizes me

All through my time in public school, I was isolated and excluded from everything. Very few people genuinely wanted to be my friend, and the ones who did gave up on me once they learned I have selective mutism

In 7th grade, a girl told me that because of my issues, no one will ever be able to love me, and I internalized that

In 8th grade, my best friend completely abandoned me. I remembered what that girl told me, and thought it must be true, so I gave up and isolated myself from everyone

I figured I must've done something wrong, and if I can't figure out what it is, I'm just a terrible person who deserves to be completely alone

To this day I still believe I don't deserve love or friendship. I get scared sometimes when people are nice to me because I'm not used to genuine kindess

I feel like my mental illness makes me completely unlovable, on top of the fact that I'm chronically ill and disabled

Every time I start to fantasize about being married, I think to myself "who would actively choose to be with me? Who would CHOOSE to be with this?"

All I want is to be loved, and yet I'm the most unlovable thing in existence. Nobody wants to be friends with someone who can't mask their symptoms half the time. No one wants to marry someone they'll have to take care of

That girl in 7th grade was right. Because of all the issues I have, no one will ever be able to love me

[invinciblelikeu]

ever think about how dream is just the goodest boy ever like hes a golden retriever who is also a bagel with oreo cream cheese filling and a tiny pocketable strawberry shortcake but he's also that tiny strawberry in the baby sensory video he’s the fucking sun hes just sunshine all around like hes the golden boy he radiates love and kindess and warmth and he’s just a lil guy. a sweet guy too good for the world he lives in he's just my favorite boy and everyone who was ever mean to him should apologize with tears and everyone else should love and cherish and protect him and appreciate him and give him whatever he wants he should be able to live every day happy eating ice cuddling with patches and every OU game ever should win and he should be gifted spiderman merch every po box delivery and his beautiful curly golden hair should get rosemary water and hair mask treatment and he deserves the best korean skincare with high quality tinted moisturizer and he deserves to have warm baths with the best bubble bath and bath salts available and tree hut should give him a free lifetime supply of vitamin c sugarscrubs and gordon ramsay should personally come to his house every day to cook him the best steak and broccoli and make his grandma's banana pudding recipe and every wish of his downfall should instead turn into more success and good news for him and i hope every single cat beanie he receives fits his head perfectly but yeah i love him a normal amount

[lordacne]

I haven't been around, haven't had good vibes to spare. But today I do. Hope you been well ❤️

don’t forget to look after yourself sweetness you deserve love & kindess as much as everyone you give it too <3