#I actually quite like the little corner of the fandom I’m in

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More Massive Fandom Salt under the cut

If I see one more condescending post about how people who don’t like Tech getting killed off just don’t get it, I’m going to mcfreaking lose it.

Like, okay. I think Tech is alive. I think I’ve been clear about that. If I haven’t, then I don’t know what else to do. I actually even get why taking him off the board for season three could be a good move (give Crosshair time to decompress and Omega time to come into her own and be the hero of her own show, while also maybe setting Tech up for another plot line to come later), and think it’s possible that bringing Tech back later could actually work much better than what I originally wanted to happen. In fact, if it really is a fake-out I think it’s kind of immaculate. And I still get angry reading those posts.

Because, first, a lot of people upset by the handling of Tech from “Plan 99” onwards are upset because Tech meant something to them. It goes a lot deeper than just losing your favorite character. Tech was a fantastic piece of autistic representation and losing that hurt. Losing that and then never getting the catharsis that comes with on-screen emotional processing from the characters, no closure, no real in-show impact besides inconveniencing the others hurt even more. It left a lot of autistic people in the fandom feeling like we were told that we weren’t welcome in Star Wars at all.

And most of us still love the show! The Bad Batch is still my favorite show and I adore basically the entire thing up through season three, right up to the point where everything just kind of stops without resolving anything but Hunter and Omega, and not getting Tech back before the end hit me so badly that I almost dropped Star Wars completely. People are upset for a reason.

Second, I get that it can be annoying seeing criticism of your favorite show. I do. I actually disagree with a lot of criticism of TBB and do tend to get a little annoyed at certain takes. The other thing about the “Tech’s dead and that’s good”/“You thought Tech could come back because you were delusional” posts that makes me want to fight everyone, though, is that they tend to be incredibly dismissive. They’ll bring up arguments people made during the airing of the show for why Tech could come back, or arguments they made afterwards for why they thought he should have, and then either misunderstand or talk right past them.

It gives anyone who made those arguments, or who was upset by the ending, a general sense that we’re not being listened to. That people have already decided we’re irrational and that nothing we say or experience matters, that we saw patterns that weren’t there, or that we care too much about this specific thing, or that we’re being immature. Maybe. Just. I don’t know—consider for a second that a lot of the people who are most upset about Tech belong to the noticing patterns/caring a lot about specific things/dismissed for noticing things that are really there in real life/frequently infantilized neurotype. Again, there’s a reason some of us are upset and having a hard time with fandom right now.

I actually don’t have a problem with people thinking or making posts saying someone needed to die or that Tech “dying” was well handled as a death. I will always disagree, and I think we’re too close to the “bury your disabled” trope with most of the batchers for me to be okay with any of them dying like that, but one person will interpret fiction differently than another and I can’t and shouldn’t police that. I do, however, have a massive problem with the condescending way a lot of those posts go about it. Think Tech ought to be dead? Fine. Call anyone who thinks otherwise a child? Instablock, I don’t need that in my life.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Hi there, I have a request for aemond if your requests are open. It’s a little bit of hurt and comfort. I was thinking that maybe aemond had a bad day, like he lost during training or something. When he comes to bed that night his wife is there waiting for him, he snaps at her over something small and says something hurtful. She rushes out and then we get grovelling aemond, begging for her forgiveness. But she makes him work for it, she doesn’t forgive him on the first try.

It doesn’t have to follow along exactly, and don’t feel any pressure to accept if you don’t want to write it. I’m just a sucker for hurt/comfort with a lot of grovelling in between

no pressure at all!! happy to take any request, I need more mutuals in the hotd fandom 😫

ugh love a little angst, hope you enjoy xx

Work For It

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,211.

WARNINGS: angst, swearing.

You could sense how tense Aemond had been throughout the day, progressively his mood getting worse. It started off with mother urging that he search for his older brother in God knows what dingy brothel he lured himself in, meaning he skipped an intimate breakfast with you. After endless hours of the morning, roaming the Streets of Silk, Ser Criston and himself had finally managed to find Aegon semi-unconscious in a narrow alleyway, on the corner of one of his frequented brothels. Lunging him back to the castle, Aemond was tiresome however was obedient to carry on with his duties, one of which was to train with the knights of the Kingsguard.

Usually he found himself greatly skilled against most of these men, however today it seemed he’d lost his focus. Round after round, he found himself making accidental mistakes, most that he knew he could’ve easily prevented. Had this been an actual battlefield, you would’ve been a widow, and your husband long gone. Thankfully, he survived.

You carefully observed him from a tower above. It was one of your favourite hobbies to pass time. Although, Aemond’s impatience at this point was palpable, and suddenly he snapped. He grew infuriated with himself that he called it quits, aggressively throwing his weapon on the floor, as he stormed off.

Instinctively, you wanted to chase after him, however, you’d convinced yourself it was most responsible to give him his space for now. Just some time to cool off, or so you thought he would.

****

“Aemond my dear, come here. Let me help you relax.”

A few hours after Aemond had left the training yard, he’d managed to present himself to dinner with the rest of the family. However, he remained suspiciously quiet. He didn’t normally act this way, and was often able to mask his emotions, although today he seemed on edge.

Occasionally, you’d caress his hand for some reassurance and he’d simply nod or give you a half-hearted smile. Although, nothing more.

And the cherry on top, Aegon kept nagging at his mood, which did not help the situation at all. You found that his fists would curl up tightly, taking a deep breath in and out.

Finally, the day close to an end, you found yourselves alone in your shared chambers.

He slowly walked towards you, still quiet. He knelt his head down, your foreheads pressed against each other softly.

“What’s wrong, my dear? Why are you so tense today?”

“I’ve just had enough of this family, in particular Aegon’s shenanigans.”

You tugged his forearm to seat himself beside you at the edge of the bed. He collapsed by your side, exhaling a deep sigh.

He really did go above and beyond for his family, and often it would go unrewarded.

“I know my love, but he is your brother. You must understand that Aegon’s in no easy position either, he has a lot of expectations on his shoulders.”

And instantly, Aemond snapped his attention towards you, his eyes glaring at you deeply, intimidating you, as he stood himself up, his tall height towering over you.

“What did you just say?” He unnervingly uttered, a low tone, so stoic you felt chills.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that, Aemond. Y-You know I don’t-”

“Is it Aegon that deserves some understanding, this royal treatment despite neglecting his duty? Must we all bend our backs for Aegon, even if he offers nothing in return, not even an ounce of dignity.”

“Aemond, please-”

“Perhaps it should be you that best seek out our Aegon, the next time he disappears. Maybe if you offer your cunt, he’ll say and do as you please, just like a whore.”

You hadn’t noticed the tears swelling in your eyes, until this very moment.

The venom in his voice was potent, your thoughts vanished. You remained quiet as you began to cry.

You looked around the room hastily, your eyes pacing as though an answer would present itself, or that this was all just a terrible dream.

However you were brought back to reality, as Aemond yelled your name.

“Isn’t that right, Y/N?! Perhaps your liking and understanding of Aegon should best be put to use!”

And without hesitation, you felt the urge to leave. You couldn’t stand to hear any more of it.

It was a painful exchange of words, and words it seemed that Aemond did not hesitate to share.

You wondered off mindlessly outside, not aware of where you were headed, nor where to go.

You felt breathless and that the air was growing thin, immediately you directed yourself to the royal gardens, hastily walking in hopes no one could interrupt you.

****

You sat alone, the cold stone bench you’d propped yourself on, as you tried desperately to catch your breath.

A whore, he resembled you to. Nonetheless for Aegon.

You hadn’t meant for the words to come out like that, only trying to reason the situation.

And it backfired terribly.

You knew you would’ve apologised, had Aemond not said what he’d said before you could.

You’d never seen him in such an ugly state. You began to feel furious as you reminisced the scene, over and over again, eventually you stopped sobbing.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed his bright, platinum hair eliminating in the darkness of the night. His head remained low, only momentarily did his eyes meet yours, before they fell to the floor.

Slowly he approached you, walking stiffly as though approaching an untamed dragon.

“Y/N, I-I’m-”

“Save your apology, Aemond. I’m in no mood to hear it.” You spat, your eyes glaring at Aemond, as he struggled to maintain eye contact.

“Please, Y/N-”

He swiftly knelt down before you, the cool light breeze grazing through the strands of his hair. His hands instinctively reached over to grip yours, although you shoved them away.

“Your words have stung me, Aemond. You knew that wasn’t what I meant and yet you twisted my words. You can feel as terrible as you want, in fact I hope you do. I may forgive you in time but I will not forget this night. Now leave me, or else I may take up on your suggestion from earlier… At least Aegon drunk, won’t bother to talk at all.”

He was lost, the tables turned. He remained still.

He’d never seen this side of you before, and knew there was no one else to blame although himself. And that would haunt him.

Of course you were no whore, and he knew how Aegon made you ill. You were simply being rational when he was blinded by fury.

Although it was too late. Hurtful words exchanged, and knowing he made you cry, plunges the knife deeper.

“Of course my dear, I can arrange to sleep elsewhere, you take the room… Just know, I am truly guilty, and this guilt will remain with me. I love you so very much, although I understand if your love has lessened. I am less a man today.”

And with that, a final stroke of your cheek and he was gone. You loved Aemond and that remained unchanged, however you felt a guard was up. Only time would tell, although you knew he’d have to work for you.

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🐇~ HI EVERYONE! welcome back to my account :) im excited for today’s post because this is my first across the spiderverse writing! i hope you guys like it lol i couldn’t stop thinking about it (spiderman is my entire life now)

🐇𓆩♡𓆪☁️ fem!reader, sfw

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧��� 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 <𝟑

~ miles g really does not like admitting he likes someone/ or even the idea of liking anyone at all. he obviously has things that are higher priority and he thinks it’s really a waste of time for the most part.

~ but then you come along,and he’s immediately enamored. like, imagine you’re just casually walking by miles while he’s sitting on his phone or whatever, and you accidentally bump into his leg. he looks up immediately to tell you to watch it, but instead is met with the most beautiful face he has literally ever seen. he legit double takes and completely forgets to even talk. you look down abruptly and are like “oh, i’m so sorry, i wasn’t paying attention!” you wait for him to say “it’s okay” or something like that, but when you look at him his expression is just blank. you kinda wave awkwardly and leave after that, and he watches you leave until you’re out of sight.

~ after you’re gone, he just sits there for a second before frowning and cursing at himself for being so caught up.

~…. “shit.”

~ miles g isn’t really the type to watch from afar, at least not for long. but for a short time, he does just watch you, admiring the way you do every little thing- smiling at your phone, the way you walk, how nice your voice sounds- things like that. it’s not long before he decides to make his move.

~the next time he sees you, he makes his move, cornering you when you’re alone and putting one arm beside your head so you can’t leave. needless to say, you’re definitely caught off guard when you turn around and are met with miles’ face- expression nonchalant and that unreadable glint in his eyes as usual.

~ yeah, don’t be fooled. miles is nervous as all hell and praying to every god imaginable that you don’t notice him shaking. but he isn’t the type to let fear or apprehension get in the way of something he wants.

~ “hey, you’re that guy i ran into the other day… um… hi!”

~ your smile almost makes him keel over. Jesus Christ

~ “hey, ma- glad you remember me. was wondering if you was tryna let me take you out sometime? i thought you were pretty.”

~ (yes, the whole atsv fandom has collectively agreed that prowler miles would call you “ma.” argue with the wall)

~ miles is crazy nervous for your response as he watches your expression furrow thoughtfully- but when you smile that smile again and say yes, he feels like a million weights have been lifted off his shoulder. sure, he’s the prowler, but he’s still a 15-year-old boy who probably hasn’t had a lot of experience in the dating arena.

~anyway, that was a fun little scenario- now let’s talk about miles actually going out with you, like how he is during the time where you’re going out but not quite exclusive.

~ the second he gets your socials, he’s all over them. he’s spending an amount of time he isn’t willing to disclose just stating at your pictures and admiring your beauty. he watches your TikToks religiously, liking them all, but literally immediately scrolls past the ones where you’re with any guy. he’s not jealous because he isn’t insecure, but he just does not care to see you with anyone else.

~ whenever you text him, unless he’s busy with prowler stuff, he’ll respond within like ten minutes at most. miles doesn’t want you to think for a second that he’s ignoring you or forgot about you. he has caught himself smiling slightly at his phone while he’s texting you every now and then, which he is so embarrassed about for no reason😭

~ yes, uncle aaron notices.

~ “aye, g, what’s got you cheesin’ at yo phone like that?”

~ “…nothin’, unc.”

~ “you know i can tell when you lyin’, right?”

~ “aw, c’mon-“

~”don’t even bother.”

- and rio notices, too.

~ “ay, miles, why are you on your phone so much lately? you know i don’t like- miles? what’s so funny on your phone?”

~ “nothing, mama.”

~ “nothing’s funny? then why are you smiling at your phone?”

~ “…uh…”

~ “waaaait…” *pause, hands on hips* “miles, are you talking to a girl?”

~ “mami!”

~ “so it is a girl! is it the same girl whose pictures you’ve been looking at lately?!”

~yes, she noticed that too.

~ “…mami!!”

~ “let me see!”

~ the next two minutes are miles and rio madly wrestling for his phone. (spoiler alert, rio wins.)

[klbwriting]

Finally Home - Jason Todd Blurbs

Tim Sets You Two Up

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Tim knew that his TA and Jason would love each other, so he tricks them into meeting

Notes: this is a request for a DM to have Jason meet the reader because Tim is tricky

               Jason hadn’t expected you to be his perfect match when the two of you first met.  It was a blind date set up by Tim of all people.  He had a TA in a class of his that he thought Jason would like and he convinced (tricked) the two of you meeting in the campus library, saying he needed to study, and Jason needed to bring him coffee.  You were there to tutor him, even though you weren’t sure what problem he was having in the class you TA’d for, but you went to the designated study room, seeing a stack of books in the corner of the small room.  You went to pick them up, laughing at seeing both Pride and Prejudice and Pride and Prejudice and Zombies on top.  You heard the door close and turned around, expecting Tim but instead seeing possibly the most gorgeous person to ever exist. 

               “O, sorry, I was looking for Tim Drake?” he said, carrying a couple coffees.  You were about to speak when you looked through the window that faced the rest of the library and there was Tim, locking the door. 

               “O that little shit,” you said, going to the door and trying the handle.  The rooms were soundproof to keep distractions from the studiers so you knew yelling was pointless.  Tim held up a piece of paper with ‘You’ll Thank Me Later’ before walking away. 

               “I may shoot him,” Jason said, looking like he actually might.  You turned to him and offered an embarrassed smiled.

               “I don’t know what that kid is thinking, hi I’m YN, I’m a TA in his required literature class, he’s doing great, it was very suspicious that he asked for tutoring…I’m sorry I ramble sometimes,” you said, blushing now as this guy stared at you.  He didn’t seem annoyed, in fact the little smile on his face made you think he was actually listening intently to you, and it was nice.  You were a lit major who took a lot of extra technical classes because you liked science fiction so much, most people looked at you like your rambling was annoying and like you didn’t belong. 

               “I’m Jason, Tim’s my little brother,” he said.  You looked confused for a moment and then he chuckled.  “We’re all adopted, there’s quite a few of us.”  You thought for a second and it dawned on you, Tim had mentioned once that his dad was Bruce Wayne.  And Bruce Wayne had a gaggle of children he had adopted.  “He told me he needed coffee, which is weird, I figured it was in an IV drip at this point.”

               “It should be for that one,” you said with a laugh.  “Wonder why he left these books.”  Jason walked over and picked up a couple.  “I mean, don’t get me wrong I would love to ramble about the absolute silliness of putting zombies into Jane Austen I’m not sure if you would be into that.” 

               “You would be surprised,” he said.  “Although still not sure how I feel about that weird parody of adding dumb things into classics.”  You stopped and stared at him.

               “Ok, listen, zombies are a fantastic form of describing the crumbling of civilizations without blaming a specific group of people for the crumbling…” and that started what turned into a three-hour discussion about books while locked in a study room at Gotham university.  By the time Tim remembered to come back and let you guys out you had exchanged numbers and were planning on meeting at a bookstore, and you had a list of books that Jason needed to read and he had a list that you had to get. 

               “Thanks Tim,” Jason said as he slung an arm around his brother’s shoulder, waving to you as you headed towards your apartment.  Tim smiled, proud of himself.

               “I knew you two would fall in love, next time you see her can you tell her to grade my symbolism paper nicely?”

[starstruckkittensweets]

puppy love (iii)

Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

fandom: bungo stray dogs

I didn't mean for this to be so long. I'm so sorry. I just really like writing about Chuuya interacting with dogs. Again I apologize (but I hope you enjoy)! (And the panel comes from the manga Kimi ni Todoke!)

warnings: fem reader, pet names (doll, lady, etc.), mentions of pet abandonment in the past, mentions of stray dogs, slight angst towards the end, a bit of mutual pining (but they don't know it yet bc they're kinda dumb) || words: 5.5k

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Chuuya has never known himself to be nervous.

Wary? Sure. Itching to get something over with? Absolutely. Pissed off beyond all belief? Of fucking course—he’s put up with Dazai for all these years, hasn’t he?

But he’s never felt quite like this. Standing in front of the shabby little shop you call home, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, fingers twitching in his pockets—not to mention the swarm of butterflies that’s taken refuge in the depths of his stomach. His throat is unnaturally dry, beads of sweat gathering at his forehead.

Why the fuck is he so damn nervous?

He has no reason to be. He knows no danger lies beyond that door, none whatsoever. And even if there was a fight waiting for him, he’d come out on top in two seconds flat.

Nothing to worry about. It’s just you and those dogs you keep yammering on about.

(Maybe that’s why he’s so worried.)

He shakes his head and knocks on the door. You’ve already turned the lights down, placed the closed sign right there in the window, and yet he can hear you scurrying on the other side of the door. A few seconds later it swings open, and the sight of your smile immediately puts him at ease.

“I’m so glad you could make it!”

He steps inside as you shut the door behind him. One of the lights flicker on, bathing the room in a warm golden glow.

This is the first time he’s actually seen your shop, and he’s pleased to find it looks much more comfy than the outside. A bit small in size, but the selection of pet supplies is plenty enough to brag about. Different brands of dog and cat food, assortments of leashes and collars in all kinds of colors, rows of dog toys and treats lining the counters. The floors are clean, the blinds are shut, and everything seems to be in order.

But not a single pup in sight.

“You want anything to drink?” You’re already motioning him to follow you behind the counter, towards the back of the store. “It’s alright, I’m the only one here. I won’t tell anyone,” you add with a wink.

Fuck, more annoying butterflies.

“That’s fine, I’m alright.” He sheds his overcoat and hangs it on one of the hooks by the door, but leaves the hat perched on his head. Luckily you don’t question it.

“They’re in the back, follow me.”

There’s a spring in your step as you lead him through the back hall, through a set of double doors and into what looks like a lounge of some kind. A slightly-worn couch rests by the corner, as well as a table with only a couple chairs to keep it company. But he doesn’t have time to survey the whole room before you disappear through another door, and he picks up the pace just to keep up with you.

Finally you come to a stop, resting a hand on the doorknob and throwing him a smile over your shoulder.

“They’re inside. You ready?”

He swallows the collection of cobwebs in his mouth. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

But you don’t open the door. Don’t even move an inch. You just stare at him with those big eyes, those pretty eyes, as your lips shift into a frown.

“…What?” Did he do something wrong? Did he fuck this up already?

“You don’t have to be nervous, you know.”

“I’m not nervous,” he says a little too quickly, and he bites back a groan when you give him a knowing smile.

“It’s alright, they can be a lot to handle sometimes. But they’ll love you, I promise! Besides, you’ve met three of them already. The other five are gonna be all over you when they see you!”

Two, he corrects you internally. He’s met two of them so far, the third one keeps his distance and fucking glares at him. Hardly a win in his book. Are any of the others like that? Or is it just that one who’s got a stick up his ass?

No, don’t be like that. It’s not the dog’s fault it doesn’t like people; hell, Chuuya himself doesn’t even like people all that much. The nerves are just making him feel on edge.

Fuck it, he’s not nervous!

“They won’t bite,” you add with a laugh, but he still remains locked in his spot behind you. So you hold out a hand and tilt your head, reminding him of the night he first met you. So much like that one dog you have, the shiba pup. “They love meeting new people. And if Kotaro already loves you”—oh yeah, that’s the shiba’s name—“then the others are sure to follow his lead.”

The way you’re looking at him, a gentle look in your eyes, hand outstretched hopefully in his direction…

It’s no big deal. It’s just a bunch of dogs. He loves dogs, right? Never met a dog he didn’t like! They just happen to belong to you, and you’ve…just got a lot of them. Nothing too major, he’s dealt with much worse in his life.

But that’s just it. They’re your dogs, not just stray animals he crosses paths with on the street. They mean the absolute world to you, he knows it in the way you talk about them. You show it in the way you clutch Kotaro to your chest, pressing kiss after kiss to his furry head. The way your eyes light up at even the slightest mention of one of your dogs, how you’re so eager to brag about the new trick they learned or what they did at the park earlier that day.

You love them with everything your heart has to offer…and Chuuya just hopes he’s good enough to give them the attention and adoration they deserve.

A heavy sigh passes through his lips; slowly but surely, he places his gloved hand in yours. “No biting?” he asks with a smile.

“No biting, I promise! Told them to be on their best behavior today, too.”

It’s only when he nods that you turn the knob and push the door open. You all but pull him in after you, all smiles and laughter and—

Holy shit, that’s a lot of fucking dogs!

All different breeds rush him at once, Kotaro taking the lead and nearly barreling right into Chuuya’s knee. The beagle follows soon after, accompanied by a corgi. (At least he thinks it’s a corgi.) Two little Chihuahuas are yipping and running circles around his ankles. A dachshund paws at the tip of his shoe before latching her teeth around it.

“Hey, hey, come on! Be nice!”

You clap your hands and wave your arms to shoo them away. Just like clockwork the dogs turn their attention on you, a blur of wagging tails and drool and perked-up ears. You scoop up the pair of Chihuahuas, holding one in each arm, and gently nudge the dachshund away from Chuuya with your leg.

Over your shoulder he can see the last two dogs: the grumpy bulldog he met a few days ago (the one who looks like he hates his guts), and a schnauzer whose tail hasn’t stopped wagging since he walked in the room. There’s a slight limp in the schnauzer’s step; it’s favoring its front left paw, but he can’t see any visible wound on the skin. Placing the twin Chihuahuas down, you give the schnauzer a scratch under its bearded chin before pressing a kiss to its head.

“Sit!”

About half the dogs listen, Kotaro not being one of them. He’s still busy sniffing the area around Chuuya, rubbing against his leg like a cat. You snap your fingers over and over, huffing when the dog blatantly ignores you. Finally you stand up and scoop him up in your arms, placing him down in between the dachshund and the beagle.

“You alright?” Your smile is a bit wobbly. Are you just as nervous as he is?

For some reason the thought quells the storm of butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

“I’m fine, doll. Nothin’ I can’t handle,” he adds with a smirk, and you quickly avert your eyes back down to the dogs.

You sink down to sit on the floor, patting the space beside you. Unfortunately Kotaro takes that as his cue to move—even before Chuuya can settle himself down, he’s wrestling a rowdy shiba pup off his lap.

But when one dog goes, the rest of the pack is sure to follow. And suddenly the two of you are swamped in furry bodies and swishing tails and scrabbling paws. One puppy on your lap, another in your arms, and one nosing at your pocket in hopes of finding a snack or two.

“This one’s Sora,” you say, holding the corgi up to him. Chuuya can’t even speak, too captivated by the pup’s sweet brown eyes. “He’s a cutie, isn’t he? And he’s—oh, hey! I would never forget about you, Ocha, don’t worry!” You reach over to pat the dachshund right between her ears. “This little girl is Ocha. She can get a bit jealous but she’s an absolute sweetheart! Oh! And these two are Yuki and Yui! They’re…the troublemakers of the pack!”

Are those the Chihuahuas? One of them is chomping on your shoelaces, while the other one is pawing at his pant leg. The corgi in his arms lets out a soft whine; immediately he brings it closer, letting it sniff his hand and lick his face.

“This is Haru,” you continue, motioning to the schnauzer. “She’s the newest one here. She’s not scared of humans though, so you can pet her all you like! Just let her approach you first. Oh, and be mindful of her paw, she’s recovering from a broken leg. Poor thing could barely walk when we found her! But she’s healing up so nicely…aren’t you, pretty girl?”

The dog lets out a whine, but it almost sounds happy. Her ears are pressed against her head and her stubby tail’s wagging a mile a minute.

Reaching around the corgi’s head—is it Sora? Sounds about right—he holds out a hand to the schnauzer. The dog, Haru, gives a cautious sniff, balances herself on her good paw, and takes another step closer. You’re practically bouncing in your seat as Haru wags her tail and lets Chuuya pet her.

“Aww, she likes you!”

And thank fuck for that; there’s nothing more depressing than a dog that doesn’t like you.

Like that one—he gives the bulldog a sideways glance, and the dog huffs and turns his head.

The beagle nearly trips over his own paws trying to reach Chuuya’s face. The tiny Chihuahua chewing on your shoelaces manages to untie them, and you scramble to grab the string from its mouth with a shriek.

Kotaro, Pochi, Sora… Haru, right?

Something nudges his elbow. It’s the little dachshund, staring up at him with big brown eyes, clutching a small stuffed toy in her mouth. She nudges him again, giving a whine and shaking her whole backside in the air.

“What is it, huh?” Fuck, what’s that one’s name again? “You wanna play, is that it?”

The dog yips and bats him with her paw. But when he grabs at the toy, she gives a hard tug and nearly rips the damn thing right out of his grasp.

“I can’t throw it if you don’t give it to me!”

She doesn’t give up, and neither does he. You laugh at the awkward tug of war between the two, all the while Sora is curled up in Chuuya’s other arm. One of the Chihuahuas crawls into his lap, throwing off his balance just enough for the dachshund to wrench the toy out of his hand.

“Hey, wait—”

It’s a three-way assault: Kotaro plants his paws right on his shoulders, Sora leans up to lick his face, and the dachshund—Ocha, that’s it!—practically throws herself right into his lap, all but knocking the poor Chihuahua out of the way. The poor pup tumbles to the floor, but you’re quick to scoop him up before he can whine.

“Sorry, Yuki,” you manage through your laughter, “Ocha didn’t mean it, I promise. …And sorry, Chuuya! Usually they’re not this rowdy!”

But he finds himself laughing along with you—of course, you apologize to the dog first—even when Kotaro’s weight knocks him over onto the floor. He’s on his back know, knees bent with the beagle ducking beneath them, and the tiny corgi curled up on his chest. Kotaro’s wet nose is pressed against his cheek, Ocha’s paw nudging his shoulder, and oh shit, now the schnauzer’s in on the fun—

“Come on, guys, let him breathe for a bit!” Your voice reaches him through the mess of fur and paws; he sees your hand snake around the dachshund’s body to pull her away. “No doggy pile today!”

Not that he has a problem with that. If this is what you have to deal with every day, living with all these dogs doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.

“Get over here, you little—”

He rolls over, propping himself on his hands and knees, still supporting the corgi against his chest. Kotaro barks and shakes his bottom in the air; the silly look on his face just screams “play with me, damn it!”

Pochi plants his paws onto his shoulders, while Ocha ambushes him from the front. Despite favoring her paw, Haru is quick to chime in with a yip and plants a sweet kiss right on Chuuya’s cheek.

The smug look on Kotaro’s face says it all: You’re surrounded. Give up already, feeble human!

“Alright, alright, that’s enough!”

You’re on your feet now, shooing the dogs away, cringing at the rumpled fabric of Chuuya’s pristine jacket and vest. The flecks of dog hair sprinkled along his dress pants. Not to mention the trails of drool and doggy slobber on his face—

“Come on, be nice.” You slide Pochi out of the way and gently pick up Haru in your arms. Chuuya catches the bulldog glaring at him from across the room; the little shit hasn’t even moved in the last ten minutes or so. “Give him some space, Kotaro!”

Chuuya manages to lift himself to his knees. The little corgi in his arms lifts his head and kisses his chin, his stubby little tail thumping against his hand. A laugh bubbles up in his throat.

“Lovable little shit, ain’t he?”

“Yeah, Sora’s a cuddle bug when he wants to be!” Once the dogs give you some space, you hold out a hand to help him up. “He’s also a sleepy little guy. Gets random bursts of energy but he’s always the first to fall asleep.”

His gloved hand slides against your own, and you pull him to his feet with a grunt. Immediately Haru and Ocha start whining and pawing at his pant leg. Batting their eyes at Sora, all snuggled up against the man’s chest.

“Are they usually just clingy, or is it just me?” he asks with a smile, and you giggle behind your hands.

“Must be you! They’re friendly, but never that friendly to people they’ve just met… They must really like you a lot.”

(Maybe it’s his roguish charm and handsome features. If so, you can’t really blame them.)

“Anyway, looks like they’ve settled down a bit.” He glances at the two pups nestled in your arms; the twin Chihuahuas are already fast asleep, snoring softly with their heads against your chest. “Come on, I’ll show you the rest of the shop.”

The “rest of the shop” isn’t really part of the shop at all; Chuuya learns quickly that it’s just the half-finished room where the dogs live, with the stairs leading up to your apartment just off to the side. He stops himself before he can wonder what’s up there, though.

Not the kind of thoughts he should be having about someone he’s only just yet. And about a lady, no less.

And now the dogs are safe and sound, sprawled out in their individual beds and tucked away for the night. The Chihuahuas sleep in a tiny bed between a mess of blankets, with a dozing Pochi and Ocha on either side of them. Sora is curled up into Haru’s side; when his paw twitches gently, Chuuya thinks he can feel his chest get all warm and fuzzy.

So fucking adorable, aren’t they?

The only ones still awake are Kotaro (who’s made his home at his feet, for some unknown reason), and Shiro, who’s planted his ass firmly on your shoes. Still glaring at him with his bottom teeth jutting out, only wagging his tail when you reach down to pet him.

The two of you are leaning against the counter, side by side, holding a pair of mugs in your hands. Might be too late in the night for it, but holy shit do you make a great cup of coffee.

“I’m glad you think so,” you chuckle, careful to keep your voice low. Don’t wanna wake the babies, right? “I don’t really like it, I kinda have to drink it for these little guys, though. Keeps me going the entire day!”

He looks at you then, really looks at you as you take another sip of your drink. Your frazzled hair, the bags under your eyes, the slight heave in your chest—and the familiar warm glow in your eyes as they sweep over the eight resting dogs.

Running a shop, catering to customers, taking care of eight individual dogs, all with different personalities and needs of their own… No wonder you look so drained. You look like you could sleep for a week straight, and then some with that look in your eye.

He clears his throat and averts his gaze before you can catch him. “You said she’s the newest one, right?” He motions to Haru with a hand, snickering as she snuggles deeper into her little makeshift bed. “How long have you had her?”

“Only a couple weeks.” You place your mug down and sweep a hand through your hair. “We found her wandering around the streets one night—well, Kotaro found her, really. Poor girl was digging through the trash and limping so badly! We took her to the vet right away, fixed up her leg so she could walk again. She had a collar but when we tried calling the owners there was no answer.”

Your hands suddenly curl around the edge of the counter. Nails biting into the surface, teeth clenched and eyes wild with fire. Chuuya stops himself from reaching out to you, instead tightening his grip on his mug and taking another sip.

“They wouldn’t answer our calls, and when the vet stopped by their place he realized they’d moved… Didn’t even have the sense to bring her to a shelter first. Just up and left her, like she didn’t even matter.”

Such a sweet dog, so kind and gentle, with her favored paw resting so nicely on the blankets… Little puffs of air escaping through her nose, brushing against the corgi’s fluffy head.

And suddenly he wants to shatter the mug in his hand. The thought of leaving a mess on your floor is enough to keep him at bay, but the white-hot fury is still blazing through his veins.

How could someone treat such an innocent animal like that?

He wouldn’t have guessed it, with how friendly she had been with him earlier. Eager to play and get to know him, licking at his face and wagging her cute little tail. And extremely loyal from what he’s seen so far, with the way she looks at you and responds to your voice. What kind of dumbass would let go of such a perfect companion?

“…Are they all street dogs?” His voice is strained, but his eyes are gentle when they meet your own. “Abandoned, I mean?”

“No, not all of them. This one,” you lean down to rub Shiro’s chest, “I knew his old owner. He was moving away and he couldn’t take Shiro with him. He used to work at the shop, that’s why he asked me. Sometimes I think he still misses him.”

That explains why the dog’s such a hard-ass. But he can’t find it in himself to blame him. Chuuya knows a thing or two about losing people he cares about.

“Pochi and Sora were hanging around the shop before I took them in. At first I thought they were cats, but then I heard barking one night and knew I had to bring them in.” That familiar smile is back on your face as you gush about your puppies. “Ocha? I found her while coming home from a friend’s house, in a thunderstorm of all things! Now she doesn’t like storms, but show me a dog that does!”

You slide your mug further away before lifting yourself onto the edge. Only when you pat the space beside you does Chuuya do the same, careful not to spill what little coffee he has left in his own mug.

“The twins, Yuki and Yui,” you point to the tiny Chihuahuas in the center, “…I don’t know where they came from, honestly. I just opened the door one day and they were there. Right on the doorstep, practically newborn, no note or anything. I don’t even know what happened to their mother.”

Shiro yawns and settles down at the base of the counter, his legs sprawled out in front of him. Meanwhile Kotaro turns his attention to Chuuya, whining until the man caves in and scratches behind his ear.

“What about this one?”

“Oh, Kotaro? Former shelter dog, the last one to be adopted before they closed down! No one else wanted to deal with his little troublesome ass, so I volunteered.”

And the smug little shit looks so proud of himself, too. Tongue lolling out the side of his mouth, tail swishing from side to side, stirring up the mess of dog hair already on the floor.

A comfortable silence settles over the two of you. The dogs are sleeping, Kotaro’s relishing in all the extra attention, and for once, the bulldog Shiro isn’t even growling at him. Eventually he finishes off his coffee, and you’re quick to take it to rinse it in the sink with your own.

“Hey, Chuuya? Can I ask you something real quick?”

He glances up from Kotaro for a split second. It’s easier to pet him from the ground rather than the counter, so he hops off and kneels down to the dog’s level. His gloves are gonna be covered in dog fur once he’s done.

“What is it?”

Another bout of silence. Your back is turned to him, still hunched over the sink, despite the mugs already drying in the rack next to it. Kotaro paws at his knee, silently begging for another round of pats.

“…You’re part of the Port Mafia, aren’t you?”

Every nerve in his body screams at him to run. No, to fight. Fight and fucking win, just as he’s always had to do. Eliminate the threat. Prove your strength.

It’s like a switch goes off in his brain. But he’s not the only one; Shiro’s head lifts off the ground at lightning speed, his lip curled to show more than just that row of bottom teeth. Kotaro stiffens as soon as Chuuya’s hand retreats, his huge eyes boring right through him.

You’re still glued to your spot at the sink, not even daring to move an inch.

The message is clear from the dogs. Touch her and you die.

He swallows the mess of cobwebs in his throat as he slowly rises to his feet. Kotaro and Shiro keep their eyes trained on him; out of the corner of his eye, he can see Pochi and Ocha stirring awake, too.

Insanely loyal dogs, aren’t they?

“…It’s alright if you are,” you spit out, still staring at the sink in front of you. “I promise I won’t tell anyone! It’s just… I’ve, ah, been wondering about it…for a few days now, and I just thought…”

The sigh he lets out sends a shiver down your spine. He’s careful as he makes his way towards you, and for some reason, Shiro lets him without taking a chunk out of his leg.

“…How’d you find out?”

He’s trying not to sound intimidating. He’s not angry, far from it actually. He knows you and your little pack of pups is no real threat to the mafia. (Although, the image of you storming HQ with a band of street dogs is strangely entertaining to him.) Sooner or later, you would have questions of your own about him. He just didn’t think it would be this soon.

But that horrible feeling from earlier is fluttering around in his chest. The same one that makes his palms slick with sweat inside his gloves, the one that sends his heart smashing against his ribcage.

Is he ashamed? Absolutely not; the mafia has always been a part of him, and it always will be until the day he dies.

Maybe the thought of you running away, too scared of what he is—and taking your little pack with you—is sending him in such a frenzy.

“I’ve…had my suspicions,” you start quietly. Slowly you turn around, keeping your back against the sink. Chuuya stands a few feet away from you, forcing his hands back into his pockets. “For a couple days, now. Maybe even more… I just wanted to be sure before I started suspecting anything…”

Dangerous? He fills in the blank with a swallow.

“…’M not gonna hurt you, ya know.”

“I know! I know… Believe it or not, I’ve had my fair share of run-ins with the mafia. This isn’t exactly a nice area of Yokohama to begin with.”

That raises the hair on the back of his neck. Who did you come across? Surely someone like Akutagawa or Tachihara couldn’t be bothered with a simple pet shop owner. A simple grunt then, perhaps? He can’t imagine why they would make themselves known to an innocent civilian like you.

Did they threaten you? Were you caught in the crossfire? Thrown in the middle of a turf war? Every possibility sends another wave of heat throughout his body.

“Honestly, it wasn’t that hard to figure out.” There’s an awkward chuckle on your end. “I only ever see you at night. You’re rich as hell, I can tell by the way you carry yourself. Only one kind of job around here could get you that kind of outfit, and all those fancy wines you like to talk about. Oh, and you kinda dress like a stereotypical mafioso, too… Not that it’s a bad thing!” you add quickly, holding up your hands. “I like it! Makes you look…good, I guess? No, not just good… Maybe handsome? Ah, I-I mean—”

You stumble over your words, burying your face in your hands when none of them come out right. That’s when Kotaro trots over to you, circling your feet before taking a seat right in front of you. Shiro stays right in his spot, eyes glued on Chuuya…but at least he’s not growling at him anymore.

Chuuya blinks. And then blinks again.

…You think he’s handsome?

He clears his throat—no time to get all distracted over a few simple words from a pretty girl. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, doll. I promise, the Port Mafia wants nothing to do with your little…pack of dogs.”

But he does.

As horrible as it sounds, he wants everything to do with you and your little family of puppies.

“It’s okay.” You wrap your arms around your midsection, finally meeting his eyes with a shaky smile. “It’s just…kind of a lot to take in… Sorry…”

No, he gets it. He could barely believe it himself, after joining the mafia years ago.

“…You ain’t scared?” he asks, despite his gut telling him to shut the fuck up already.

But you shake your head, and suddenly he finds himself frowning.

“A bit too trusting, don’t ya think?”

“Maybe.” Your smile becomes a bit stronger now. “But the dogs seem to like you, so that’s enough for me.”

His jaw nearly drops to the floor; he can feel the coffee from earlier swirling around in his stomach.

Are you fucking serious?

“I know it sounds silly, but it’s true!” You must’ve seen the look on his face; you’re starting to look a bit sheepish yourself, but you continue nonetheless. “Dogs have a great sense for this kind of thing. They can tell when a person has good or bad intentions. Pick the rotten apples from the rest of the bunch, you know? And they’re all pretty easy-going around you. So if they’re not scared of you, then I’m not either.”

Well sure, it would make sense if you were a fucking child. But placing all your trust in a bunch of dogs, no matter how loyal and protective it may be… It doesn’t sit right with him.

“You can’t be serious.”

“But I am.”

“What if I hurt you?” Even saying the words out loud make him feel sick. “You really think they would’ve warned you?”

“Yeah, they started growling at you right away, didn’t they?”

“What if it was someone else? Someone other than me?”

“I trust them. I protect them, they protect me.”

“You can’t always be sure of that, doll.”

He’s stepping closer to you, and for whatever reason Kotaro and Shiro allow him to. Until he’s face to face with you, so close you can count the row of freckles splashed across his nose.

But you’re still smiling. In fact, you look more comfortable right now in front of him than you have all night. Almost like you’ve totally forgotten about the whole Port Mafia thing.

“It all comes down to intentions. Believe it or not, they’ve saved my ass a few times before. Especially Shiro; more than once he’s kept a shady person away from me, or pulled me away from a dangerous situation. It sounds weird, but I trust them with my life. Just as they trust me with theirs.”

Words fail him in that moment; he opens his mouth, and they die right there on his tongue. On one hand, what you’re saying does make sense, but it also doesn’t, and he’s not sure which one to believe.

He knew you were close to your dogs. Treated them just as you would your own children. He just didn’t realize you put such a great amount of trust in their hands—well, paws.

Despite their smaller size and friendly natures, they did jump to your defense when they suspected you might be in danger. Shiro and Kotaro standing between you two, a protective barrier of claws and teeth, with Ocha and Pochi standing on guard.

A dog’s love for his human knows no bounds.

“Trust me, if they sensed you had any bad intentions, or wanted to hurt me in any way, they wouldn’t have let you come into the shop like you did. Kotaro wouldn’t have warmed up to you right away. Believe me when I say this, Chuuya, the pups love you.”

He grits his teeth, his gaze falling to the floor between you. “…Not the bulldog.”

Your laugh is a song to his ears, and when you reach for his gloved hand, he thinks his heart might burst right there in his chest.

“Don’t worry about Shiro. He’s stingy with everyone at first! To be honest, if he really didn’t like you, he would’ve tried to bite you the first time he saw you! But as for the rest of them? I’ve never seen them warm up to a stranger like that before. Especially Kotaro—the way he acted around you that first night… It kinda made me jealous!”

You shake your head and take his other hand in yours. His face grows warm beneath your gaze, his heartbeat echoing in his ears as you inch your face closer to his.

“If my dogs trust you, then that tells me you must be a good man.”

And suddenly, Chuuya wants nothing more than to sweep you into his arms and press a thousand kisses to your lips.

“Your secret’s safe with me. If you want to come back, you’re more than welcome to! And if you want, we can just keep it between us. No outside drama, no mentions of work—just you and me and all these dogs…if that sounds good with you.”

Chuuya doesn’t think he can smile any wider. There’s another strange feeling in his chest, so much more pleasant than the one from earlier. No more shaking hands or butterflies in his stomach; only a sweet, warm feeling that pools deep in his chest.

It reminds him of your smile, of your warmth and affection for the little family you’ve made for yourself, as he tugs you in closer with Kotaro yipping happily at your heels.

“Sounds perfect to me, doll.”

[musicalmoritz]

Some funny and cute head canon between hanako/amane and tsushigomori?

Yayayay I love their dynamic sm. The father/son duo ever. I’m gonna do a mix of Amane and Hanako headcanons bcuz their relationship at any point is so sweet to me

• So for AUs I think it’s super cute when ppl have Tsuchigomori adopt Amane (+Tsukasa)- or at least it would be, I don’t think I’ve seen any actual fics like that lmao. But for canon it’s definitely more of a “teacher you accidentally call dad” dynamic

• I still view Tsuchigomori as a father figure to Hanako but I think they’d both be very reluctant to admit it. I feel the need to specify that because fandoms tend to take parent/child dynamics and make them into super traditional families, which can be cute in AUs but sometimes for canon it takes away the nuance

• It’s the same as when I call Teru Kou’s dad, there’s more to it than that. Yes he is Hanako’s father, yes he is his teacher. Two things can be true at once

• Okay now that that’s out of the way, onto the headcanons

• Circling back to the first point, Hanako has accidentally called Tsuchigomori “dad” twice. Once as Amane, and once as Hanako

• As Amane it was a very emotionally heavy moment, when Tsuchigomori finished bandaging him up as usual. He gave him a mini lecture on standing up for himself, and Amane let out a quiet “Thanks, Dad”

• The minute he realized what he said, he bolted out of that classroom. He wouldn’t talk after that until Tsuchigomori reassured him they could just forget about it

• As Hanako it was more of a comical moment. He was hanging out with Tsuchigomori and Yako, annoying them as usual, but as he was getting ready to ditch them he said “See ya later, Dad”

• Everyone froze until Yako started laughing her ass off. Hanako quickly tried to cover it up but Yako wasn’t willing to forget it as easily as Tsuchigomori had been that first time, so he had to hide out in his bathroom for quite some time

• Yako started calling Tsuchigomori “Dad” too whenever she wanted to mess with him

• Tsuchigomori would try to help Amane make friends by pairing him with other kids for group projects. This always backfired, seeing as Amane had trouble socializing and was an easy target for bullying

• Sometimes he still tries to get Mitsuba and Mei to hang out with the kid so that he has more than two friends (one of which is his girlfriend)

• But progress is still progress and he’s obvi very happy to see that Hanako has made friends

• Hanako hangs out in Tsuchigomori’s office whenever he’s bored or sad

• When he’s bored he’ll just annoy him, telling him unfunny jokes and going on long tangents about whatever comes to mind. Tsuchigomori complains but never seriously attempts to kick him out

• When he’s sad about something, he’ll usually just sit at one of the desks or in the corner curled up in a ball. Tsuchigomori doesn’t comment on it, but he might give him a blanket and some candy, or a book to read

• Hanako tries to go to Tsuchigomori for advice on Nene, but Tsuchigomori’s love life is, frankly, pathetic, so really he’s the one who needs advice

• Some of the only times Hanako isn’t floating is when he’s running in the halls to provoke Tsuchigomori

• Every year on Father’s Day, Hanako brings Tsuchigomori a rock. He started this tradition as Amane and has kept it up all these years

• That’s not to say he didn’t love his bio dad, but he wanted to show appreciation for the teacher that looked out for him too

• Before they left school at the end of every day, Tsukasa would thank Tsuchigomori for “babysitting” Amane

• Hanako’s favorite books are the Sherlock Holmes series so Tsuchigomori lets him know every time the school gets a new copy

• He used to draw little smiley faces on Amane’s papers when he’d get a perfect score

• Amane would stay after school for tutoring even though he didn’t need it whenever things got too tense at home with Tsukasa and his parents

• Hanako frequently asks Tsuchigomori to update him on recent scientific discoveries. If anything major happens, Tsuchigomori will give him reading material

• Tsuchigomori was the one who taught Hanako how to use a computer

• Amane was always deathly afraid of asking questions or raising his hand in class, so if he had any comments he’d reserve them for when the rest of the students left (another method he used to delay going home)

• Amane strikes me as one of those kids who ate lunch with the teacher (ik it’s common for Japanese students to eat in their classrooms but this would be true even when his other classmates decided to eat somewhere else for the day)

• Before Nene came along, Tsuchigomori would encourage Hanako to clean his own bathrooms by giving him science and mystery books as allowance

• For Christmas one year, Tsuchigomori bought Hanako a toy rocket

• When Hanako needs to be cheered up, Tsuchigomori and Yako will play astronaut with him. Sometimes Yako pretends to be an alien, sometimes she’s part of the space crew, it depends on the plot

• Whenever Tsuchigomori is showing his class a movie, Hanako will sit in and watch

• Tsuchigomori has absolutely written “a pleasure to have in class” on one of Amane’s report cards

Okay I’m gonna end it there, ty for this ask I rly enjoyed talking abt them :D

[billkaulitz-grrrl]

You Make My World Stop Turning -Bill Kaulitz x Reader

Hello everyone! This is my first Tokio Hotel fic and I really hope you like it! I’m new to the fandom so sorry if there are any inaccuracies ahead of time.

Synopsis: You’re the daughter of Tokio Hotel’s manager and recently you’ve become rather close to a certain singer…

MATURE!!!

His hands, god his hands could send me into a coma just by looking at them. I sat, tapping my pen on the clipboard that was handed to me by my father (their manager) as the four band members began warming up for their latest show in a few hours.

        I closed my eyes and tried not to fixate on Bill's hands. He held the microphone with such little care, it looked like the device could tumble out of his hand any second but somehow he manages to balance it well enough to keep it off the floor. God he's so annoyingly flawless that it makes my blood boil on occasion.

Bill and I have always just been good friends. I wouldn't say he's my best friend by any means but we always acknowledge each other and chat for awhile when I accompany my dad to their functions. Last night was different though, last night felt different. Or maybe it just felt different to me, with his millions of fan girls I doubt he'd look for a second at the girl he's known since we were 12.

I didn't even intend on hanging out with Bill alone last night but he caught me outside of the hotel smoking a cigarette in the middle of the night. We ended up sitting and talking for a long time. It was nicer than I would've expected. A small part of me dreaded this tour that took up the rest of my beautifully laid out summer. I had all these plans with friends before my mother decided to tell me I was going to Germany to stay with my father during the summer so she could move to Australia for this temp job at the company she's dedicated her entire life to. My german isn't even that good.

I sighed and stood up to go to the bathroom when their first set of the day was over. I crossed backstage to the nicer bathrooms that normal people don't have access to. That is the nice part of being the daughter of a popular band's manager, the bathrooms I go into actually have toilet paper and sometimes even paper towels.

Right before I got to the bathroom I felt a hand grab my shoulder. It was Bill of all people. "Going to smoke up the bathroom?" He asked, a sly grin on his face. I fake a laugh and shake my head. "Dad would kick my ass if he knew I was putting your lungs in danger." I sighed. He looked around and leaned in a bit, "Wanna hangout again tonight?" He asked. I was surprised and he must've notice this because he followed up with, "If you don't want to that's fine, I just can't sleep after shows and your company last night was very soothing."

Why was my heart rate accelerating? Since when did little Bill get so attractive? Fuck this isn't real, I still have to pee. "Aren't you and the guys going to be taking fans up to your room tonight? You don't have the time to spend with me." I tried to keep my cool but something inside me was cracking.

Bill laughed and shook his head. "I could probably get you something else to smoke too if you're into it." He said, putting his fingers to his lips in the motion of smoking a joint. I raised my eyebrows and nodded vigorously. "Same spot?" I asked, thinking of the secluded little area behind the bushes that I located yesterday. He nodded and smiled that deadly smile at me again. I turned to finally use the bathroom with a new giddy feeling in my stomach.

—————

I huddled down into my little corner to

wait for Bill. We had never really settled on a time so I've been waiting for a few minutes. I truly hope he keeps his word and comes out here with me or else I would make quite the fool of myself waiting for him. I reached into my pocket and felt around for my cigs and my lighter. I lit it up and exhaled the smoke with a deep sigh. I heard a few footsteps to my left and I exited my book in order to take a peak at who or what was there. To my relief it was Bill, makeup off and hair wet from a shower.

"Hey there." I grinned, he sat besides me and returned my smile. "Hey, did you like the show?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. "Loved it as much as I've loved the rest of them." I said, offering him a drag from my cigarette. Without taking it from my hand he lightly held my wrist so I could hold it for him while he smoked off of it. A blush came to my cheeks at his dainty touch. I was forever grateful that it was dark enough to hide the red on my cheeks.

"That's good to know." He said, now fumbling in his pockets. He whipped out a joint that looked like it was rolled professionally. "Tom gave me one for tonight but normally he's pretty stingy about his weed." Bill said, asking for my lighter by holding out a hand. I placed it into his finely manicured hand and waited for him to light the joint between his fingers.

His hands caught my eye for the second time today. I heard my heartbeat in my ears watching him inhale the smoke. When offering me the joint, I leaned in the same way he did when hitting my cigarette and I hit it from his hand. Exhaling, I coughed a bit and curled up a little more to be comfortable.

"Did you get a good enough view tonight?" Is he making small talk??

"I did actually, sometime maybe I'll make it down right in front of the stage to watch you up close." I stated thinking about the hordes of fan girls that they had accumulated. "You want to watch me up close?" He smirked at me. I turned away to cover my face. "You're awfully bold if that's what you assume." I muttered, snatching the joint and hitting it myself this time.

"I mean I saw you watching me during practice, so I'd only assume that's how you watch me perform." He leaned a bit closer, our shoulders now touching. "What?" Was the only reply I could muster.

I smoked again, finally feeling the weed in my head. "I said-" He began before I cut him off with, "I heard what you said."

He exhaled with a laugh and took the joint from me. "I watch you sometimes too." He looked at me when he said that and it felt like the world had stopped turning.

"Why?" I asked, feeling like a complete idiot. "Because I think you're pretty." He said bluntly.

Silence fell between the two of us. I felt foggy enough to move in closer to him. He looked me in the eyes before suddenly he closed the space between us by connecting his lips to mine. I jumped at the opportunity and dropped my cigarette before placing my hands on the side of his face.

The moment became heated quickly as his hand made its way to my waist. I clamored onto him like it was the last thing I'd ever do. I sat in his lap and the kiss deepened. His hands moved up and down my sides as I began swirling my hips on top of his.

        He leaned his head back and groaned slightly at the contact. I leaned in once more to kiss him and I snaked my hands through his long dark hair. I felt completely primal in this moment, the only people in the world right now were us. I didn't even know how I felt about him until this moment, but apparently a secret part of me has been craving this since I had first met him.

        "Y/N..." He muttered, putting his hand on the back of my head and tugging my hair slightly back. "We should go upstairs, do you have your own room?" He asked. "Yeah, my dad is next door though." I said, capturing him in a deep kiss again. After a few more moments he pulled back again and slowly shifted me off of him so he could stand up. He offered me his hand and I took it, leading him towards the elevator to my bedroom.

        We stood awkwardly next to each other while waiting for the elevator to arrive. Neither of us wanted to spoil the moment by talking but we knew that at any moment someone could snap a photo of us holding hands that would send Bill's fan girls into an angry spiral.

        Once we heard the ding of the elevator we hurried inside, praying that we weren't seen.

        The second the elevator door closed he was on me in a flash. His hands began to roam across my body as his lips met my neck. I gasped at his abruptness and instinctively backed up against the wall. He pinned me against it quickly and continued his assault on my neck.

        I felt the elevator halt and instantly pushed him off of me and began to straighten my hair. He obviously felt rather proud of himself by the smug smile on his face as we walked out. I led him down the hall to my room and checked both ways for any paparazzi before opening the room and welcoming him inside.

        Instantly I shoved his jacket from his shoulders and onto the ground. "So hasty?" He asked, holding his arms out. "Please stop talking." I mumbled, looking away and feeling flustered towards what I should do next.

        "Are you nervous?" He asked, genuine hints of concern laced his voice. "Maybe I am, I don't want to stop though.." I replied, moving towards him again. He flashed me a smile and pressed our bodies together again. I gripped his hair and a deep groan came from his throat. Our hips came into contact with each other again and I felt his hard on through his jeans.

        I exhaled and took a step back, slowly taking off my sweatshirt, then my t-shirt. His pupils dilated at the sight of me standing there waiting for him, it was like a switch flipped in his brain as he collided with me once more, pushing me down onto my bed. I laid on my back and looked up at him as he began to undo his belt. I knocked his hands out of the way and took his belt off myself.

        "Y/N, can I show you a good time?" He asked, like we hadn't already been making out and groping each other for the past 10 minutes. "Please do, I need you Bill." I mumbled. That was all he needed to quickly yank down my sweatpants and clamber on his knees into the floor.

        "W-What are you doing?" I asked, sitting myself up on my elbows. "Can I? Make you feel good?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes Bill, of course.." "Then just trust me." He said, yanking my legs to the end of the bed and putting his face between my thighs.

        I gasped as his tongue made contact with my clit through my underwear. My right hand flying to grab his hair and my left hand gripped the bedsheets besides me. "Bill, please." I whined desperately. His lean fingers looped under my underwear and he pulled them down my legs. Next thing I knew he dove into me like it was the last thing he'd ever do.

        It took everything in me not to scream his name at the top of my lungs. His tongue lapped at my clit while his fingers made their way inside of me over and over again. Whenever my legs clamped around his head, he used both arms to push them apart so he could continue to finger fuck me to the best of his ability.

        I moaned his name which only caused him to speed up. His dark eyes met mine and I felt a knot begin to form in my stomach. "Please don't stop Bill, please I need this!" I whined loudly. He stopped what he was doing to ask, "Please can you repeat that?" I felt incredibly pissed off that he had stopped so of course I obliged. "Bill, please fuck me, I need it so badly." I sat up and grabbed his hair, pushing him down between my legs once more.

         He didn't seem to mind since his pace only increased. Never once has a man treated me this good.

His fingers suddenly stalled inside of me and he looked up at me again. “Can I fuck you?” He asked, lust lacing his eyes. “Please.” I smiled back at him. I scooted back on the bed as he got undressed. I looked away, because I was unsure as to whether I should be looking at him right now. “Baby?” Does he mean me? “Y-Yes?” I asked. I felt his hand on my jaw as he turned me to look at him. “Look at me. Don’t be afraid.” He said.

I looked at him and fully absorbed the sight in front of me. Bill Kaulitz standing, wearing nothing but dark grey boxers. I felt myself blushing. He chuckled a bit before crawling on top of me and taking off my bra. “You look so beautiful Y/N.” He said, dipping down to kiss my neck.

I thanked him before allowing my hands to wander down his torso to the hem of his boxers. His lips halted on my neck as I began to push them down.

All of a sudden, there was an abrupt knock on my door.

“Fuck!” I whispered, shoving Bill off of me and onto the floor next to my bed. “Honey? It’s dad, let me in.” I heard my father’s voice from the other side of the door. “J-Just a second! I’m changing!” I shouted back.

“Bill, get under the bed.” I whispered. His eyes were about as wide as I could only assume mine were. I threw my sweatpants and t-shirt back on to open to door.

Next thing I knew my father was in my hotel room asking me if I’ve been keeping up with my summer homework on tour while I sat on top of the bed that a nearly naked Bill laid under.

[georgiapeach30513]

Hi peach ❤️ Mrs pasta checking in

It’s been a long week, huh? If you’re in the USA, like some of us, 😵‍💫 but I’m going to avoid the politics talk.

I hope you are faring well despite everything.

I have no shade to throw today but I do want to remind some people on here in the midst of a lot of toxicity (not politics related). There’s a small group on here that has turned into a hilarious mix of haters/antis/no longer sure what they’re supposed to be but they’re 100% counterproductive. Imagine being that bored with your own life you spend your days torturing yourself following someone you “hate.” But I guess some people like being miserable.

Ramen, try as he might, is not a very good liar and I don’t think he would make a convincing salesman 🤣 but I do think that he filmed a movie in 2022 and it was delayed a year to release, and now that some are feeling extra in their feelings about him, are seeking confirmation through searching the internet for bad reviews on his film so they can project more negativity onto him.

He’s actively worked on three (still working on the third) projects this year. None of these projects have been released and I don’t believe they’ve confirmed any release date for these films either (correct me if I’m wrong).

So if that’s the case, I think it’s wise to wait things out and see how the rest of these projects pan out and whatever he decides to do next. bemoaning and groaning on a movie that was filmed 2 years ago as a yardstick of a person’s current life and career is a bit of an interesting choice. I think most of his fans knew this movie wasn’t going to be an awards darling by any means and especially knowing that the rock and his crew are behind this..how is anyone surprised if it’s a goofy overblown exaggeration of a ride?

Besides, the actors that work on this film are all professionals. They all do this for a living and promoting a silly goofy probably not going to be a hit with critics movie and playing along with the silliness is part of the job.

Marketing. PR. Yes yes it’s all mostly lies and manipulation. A lot of us have tried telling some of you that Hollywood is a business first, and everything else second. If you sit here upset that a celeb would possibly play up or even “lie” about something while promoting a film, then you may want to get out of this fandom and check the rest of the world.

This is not me being mean or invalidating other people’s feelings. I’m just telling you all as someone who works in an industry that’s all about manipulation and selling, myself. I do it because it’s a job. I don’t agree with everything but they pay me. I separate my own personal feelings from my work and then I go home. Life moves on no matter what.

Peach, thank you for being ramen’s shining beacon of support. They really ought to start paying you and anni for the work you both do for this fandom.

😘❤️

Be well

Mrs. Pasta! I was hoping you would drop in this week because what a week we've had! But yes, there's a reason that I avoid politics here, and that's because this is my escape. And like most of us, we're just not in the best place.

Unfortunately it does seem to have a heavy dose of toxicity in our little corner on tumblr. I think there's quite a few groups that are a bit counterproductive instead of just enjoying the plethora of content we've been gifted, but hey ho.

Ramen is one of the worst liars I have seen. And I'm not sure what that means sometimes. This movie was filmed in 2022, and carried on into 2023, and of course, was originally set to released Christmas 2023, but who knows what was going on behind the scenes for it to be delayed until this holiday season. This movie was also never going to be a critical success. Movies like this are meant to be for audience success, but what do I know?

I actually find it quite commendable that he's been able to make himself be so busy this year with work. Compared to what his tone was in the GQ interview fall 2023, this is a stark difference. He's showing that there is work to be had if you want it. He's taking on smaller roles, and he still seems proud of that fact. However, as of yet, there is no release date for any of these projects filmed this year. I suspect Honey, Don't release should be announced soon-ish.

And I think you're right about expectations on Red One. Judging the trailers, I think we're getting exactly what I thought we would be getting. It looks like a fun, goofy, not too serious Christmas movie. And honestly, I love those. Not every movie was meant to be a critical darling, or be awarded. Sometimes you just want to have a good time.

I think if most people would look at Hollywood as a business everyone would be better off. It is just lipstick and rouge, and they show us what they want us to see. Sometimes there's some cracks in the foundation, and we see a bit of the lies and manipulations. And in this case this is a family movie, so to no surprise some people are playing up the family aspect of it all. Interesting, and yet not, all at the same time.

Sometimes you have to pick and choose what you want to see, hear, learn, and you just have to learn it's not that serious at the end of the day. It's entertainment, and when you look at it as such, you have a lot more fun. And honestly, a lot of us have been entertained lately.

Ooh, you got to watch talking about pay on here, it sends the wrong message, and people like to call you the p word. Anne and I, and so many of our mutuals and followers, just want to have fun. Isn't that was a fandom space, such as tumblr is supposed to be about? Not about constant drama and arguing, but enjoying an entertainer? Their work? Getting excited about public appearances? Spreading memes, gifs, and works of fiction?

Mrs. Pasta, as always it's a pleasure. And I look forward to your next drop in. As always, take care!

[mal3vol3nt]

hello!! I randomly spent like 30 minutes stalking your blog and!! 2 thing!!

bro I just got into atla and WHAT IS WITH THE FANDOM DUUUDE.. what’s with all the discourse it’s literally not that serious damn and how could people misinterpret literally every character so bad 😭😭 why are people so mean to my boy aang. he’s literally just a little guy. sunshine personified literally HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE TO HATE HIM WHAT!! and just. everyone misinterprets everyone so bad, zuko too, also it is kind of annoying how most of the fanworks are about him, I love him too, both he and aang are my favourite characters, but it would be nice to see stuff focused on other characters too.. also people in the fandom woobify him so bad and it���s just like. why. his flaws are what make him interesting!!! also I have no strong feelings on z/k, I think it’s a pretty mid ship but it can be done well (one of my favourite fics does it really well and the reason I really liked it there is bc IT WASNT EVEN THE FOCUS THE FOCUS OF THE FIC WAS AANG AND ZUKO’S FRIENDSHIP, and the author wasn’t even planning for it in the first place it sorta just happened with the way they wrote it, so it actually made sense in that context, so it can be done well but imo it doesn’t work within the context of the show and kataang is objectively so much cuter cmon y’all have bad taste smh) anyways yeah. atla fandom is wack as hell and I will not be joining it lol a lot of people here need to go rewatch the show bc they seemingly completely forgot what it’s about and also touch some grass (but tbh aaaall the sequels will never be canon. to me. lok and most of the comics butchers the gaang so bad and it makes me so upset so I refuse to acknowledge them as canon. there are no atla sequels in ba sing se :)

ok wow sorry for the random long ass rant in your inbox I hope you don’t mind!! have been thinking about that and I guess reading a lot of your posts sorta made me want to get that out somehwre

anyways what I ACTUALLY wanted to ask is if you read fanfiction, do you know of any good aang centric fics? since. it should not be that hard to find them he’s the MAIN CHARACTER why is he so unpopular in his own show he’s literally the little guy ever <//3 more aang appreciation pls

AH sorry for taking so long to answer! i haven’t peeped my inbox in quite some time lol

BUT THANK YOUU and i agree 100%!! joining the atla fandom is like being dropped in the middle of a war zone so i’d definitely recommend staying away and just sticking to the actual show and fanfics lmao

now as for aang-centric fics i’m so glad you asked. lemme put yall on (a lot of this is aangst sorry)

1. 🧡

Aang's 18th birthday stirs up a lot of unprocessed grief and with the inauguration of the United Republic just around the corner and increasing expectations the pressure of it all is becoming too much

Republic City shenanigans, drunken truth or dares, complicated visits home and a semi-arranged marriage inbound!

Complete — 24 Chapters

Part 1 of the finding our way series

⭐️ now this is by FAR my favorite aang-centric fics of all time. it goes into aang’s repressed anger and grief in a way that is so well done i can’t believe it’s free to read. if you’re someone who loves aang, you will love this fic that is a guarantee. i seriously can’t recommend it enough

⭐️ this brilliant author also has another fic uploaded to the same series titled “beautiful boy” that is bumi ii and cloud family-centric. i’m currently reading it and it is a masterpiece so i’d highly recommend that as well

2. 🧡

A sound carried on the winds lead Aang and Katara to hope for something seeming long lost.

Complete — 3 Chapters

3. 🧡

Aang meets one of the firebenders who took part in the original Air Nomad genocide, and Suki deals with the aftermath.

One Shot

4. 🧡

Hakoda and Aang have both lost too much in the war. Together, they learn what it means to live.

One Shot

5. 🧡

In which, Aang still suffers from the guilt and shame after having abandoned his duties as the Avatar resulting in the Airnomad genocide and his friends, remind him that he isn't alone, not in this fight.

Incomplete — 4/6 Chapters

6. 🧡

A collection of ficlets written for Aang Week 2021, hosted by @ aangweek on Tumblr.

Complete — 7 Chapters

7. 🧡

Being the Avatar is a burden as heavy as the weight of the world. But as long as Katara is alive, she swears that Aang will never have to carry it alone. Written for Kataang Week 2023 Day 2: Injured.

One Shot

8. 🧡

Aang goes to Kyoshi for advice, and learns that they might have more in common than he imagined.

One Shot

9. 🧡

Raava was ancient. The spirit of order and light, created to serve as a peacekeeper among the spirits. That was her purpose. When she had fused with Wan, she had fully anticipated the years of strife and war.

What she had not anticipated, however, was the feelings. The feelings of love, joy, fear. The feelings of humanity.

And no such feelings were stronger than the love she experienced the first time she looked into the eyes of her newest incarnation. The first time she met Aang.

One Shot

10. 🧡

“I want you to make me a promise, Avatar Aang,” Katara whispered. This time, when she placed her hand on top of his, he didn’t pull away. “When this is all over, when the war is won… Promise me that you’ll grieve.”

(alternatively: grieving is hard. aang’s friends work harder. a series of missing/expanded scenes from a:tla exploring aang’s grief through his friends’ eyes.)

One Shot

(continuation in reblogs)

[crabcantwrite]

Parties, flirting, & monsters

Words: 2.8k

Fandom: MarioLore

Ships: Bowser/reader, King Boo/reader

Warnings: Possessiveness, Male reader, injury, VERY light implied sex mentions (like two sentences, nothing remotely explicit), fighting, yelling

You stood off to the side and watched King Boo, your secret lover, and Bowser argue. You winced at the insults being thrown back and forth. You opened your mouth to calm your lover, but closed it a second later. Careful not to reveal your relationship.

You stayed off to the side until the fight ended, and Bowser came up to you.

He turned and walked up to you, scowling, but he looked you up and down, which made you blush.

“Ooh, hey there~” He giggled, his breath smelling like alcohol. “You’re kinda cute~”

“Oh, uhm, thank you.” You blushed. You knew Boo would be mad, but you still wanted to be polite to his brother.

"Hey... Do you wanna... I don't know. Go somewhere else? Do you wanna... Talk alone, without Boo and everyone else here?" He seemed to be trying to be subtle, but he's obvious.

“O-okay” You agreed, following him into the garden. You hoped that Boo wouldn’t be mad before trying to put the worry out of your mind.

Bowser took you to a corner of the courtyard and placed you on a wall, facing him. His face was close to yours, and you could smell wine on his breath. “Hey, what’s your name~?”

“Y-Y/N” You stuttered, blushing furiously.

"Ah, Y/N... It's a nice name, but I'll call you baby~" He said, he got closer to you, his hands wrapped around yours.

"You know, you're kinda cute. You got those big eyes...Your hands...so soft." He whispered, his hands rubbing against yours. He laced your fingers together.

“O-oh! Uhm..” You looked down at him from where you’re sitting. Suddenly, King Boo drunkenly stormed into the garden, stumbling and tripping over himself.

“Get off of him, Bowser! He’s mine!” He shouted.

You startled and looked over to him, a wave of relief and anxiety washing over you.

"Calm down, Boo, I'm just talking to this cute guy... No reason to get so angry..." Bowser said, he turned to you and winked.

“Hey! He’s MY cute guy! Get away from him or else!” King Boo glared at his brother, his expression livid.

"Your cute guy? He doesn’t belong to you." Bowser held you closer; he's quite a bit bigger than his brother. Boo looked furious, he took out a flask and took a big swig.

You gently pushed yourself away from Bowser “Uhm, actually…”

King Boo was visibly drunk, glaring at the two of you and grumbling.

You stepped away from Bowser “I’m sorry, I’m- I’m actually King Boo’s secret lover”

"Really? That explains a lot." He chuckled. Boo storms over to you, stumbling.

You chuckled “Yeah, sorry to lead you on”

“That explains why he has no wife” Bowser laughed a little, his eyes still on the approaching Boo.

King Boo was drunker than usual and extremely disheveled. He stepped closer to you, but before he said anything, he tripped.You rushed over to him, helping him up “Are you alright?”

"Oh, it's alright, he'll be fine." Bowser chuckled. Boo is stumbling, but he seemed to be drunk and still angry. He turned his head toward you, glaring. You helped hold Boo steady, making sure he’s not hurt.

Boo pushed you away, still glaring. He said something unintelligible to Bowser and then turned around, storming inside the manor and away from you two.

Bowser chuckled again. “And here I thought you might have liked me... But you’re in love with Boo.”

You gave him an apologetic look “I should go check on him”

"What's the point? He's just gonna get mad at you again. Let him sulk." He shrugged.

You shook your head “It was nice talking to you." You walked off in search of King Boo.

Bowser watched for a moment before sitting against the wall and finishing his wine.

It took a little bit of searching, but you find Boo in the kitchen, eating some food, and drunk out of his mind. The room is empty, save for the few toad servants.

You rushed over to him, he had a dark look on his face and was glaring at the counter “Are you alright?”

He looked up and grumbled, "Yes, yes, I'm fine."

"What do you want?" He had a half-finished muffin in his hand. He took a bite, crumbs falling to the floor. A maid rushed over as Boo growled.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t gonna let Bowser..." You looked up at him through large, guilty eyes.

He looked over at you, his eyes filled with disdain.

"What? You weren’t gonna let Bowser what? Sleep with you? Cause he sure seemed to want to."

“I wouldn’t do that!” You protested, ignoring the toad maids watching from behind you.

"Oh really!? Then why did he have his hands all over you? Why were you two talking alone in the garden?" He glared at you in his drunken fury and took another bite of his muffin.

“I didn’t want him to get suspicious of our relationship!" You crossed your arms, “but he knows now anyway”

Boo growled, still glaring, as he shoved the muffin into his mouth and chugged some of his wine.

“Cmon, Boo,” you gave him a pleading look.

"Oh, don't give me that look! I know you and Bowser had something going on behind my back!" He threw his plate on the ground, shattering it.

"No, we didn’t!” You argued, ignoring the broken plate, “We didn’t, I promise.”

King Boo turned, his eyes wide. He seemed to have completely lost it; his hands clenched so hard you’re worried he’ll hurt himself.

“You two had something, didn’t you? Didn’t you, Y/N?!” He roared.

“Why can’t you trust me!?” You yell back.

"WHY DON’T YOU JUST RUN BACK TO BOWSER SINCE YOU CLEARLY LOVE HIM SO MUCH?!" Boo yelled with drunken fury.

“I don’t!” You gave him a pleading look, “Please, you have to believe me!”

Boo’s anger is visible. His face is red, his claws sharp as he started to transform into his monster form.

“I hope you enjoy Bowser and his large...” he grumbled, his words slurred.

“Not this again." You sighed “Boo, I’m not cheating on you! I don’t want anyone else!”

"Hah, sure, you don't. Not like I'm good for anything. Maybe I should've never trusted you." Boo tensed, his eyes glazed over with tears. His claws curled up against his palms.

Boo didn’t seem to be listening; his sharp teeth are visible as he snarls.

“He didn’t know; I didn’t want to tell him we were together!” You reached out for him.

"Leave me alone; I don't need your sympathy. I don't even need your love; in fact, the less, the better, so I don't get my hopes up." He said as he walked away from you.

You could hear him yelling to himself as he stormed outside, but that's nothing compared to what you saw. He continued to transform into his monstrous form. He seemed even bigger now, his eyes glowing a bright purple.

You rushed over to him, putting a hand on his back. You looked up at him and his ghostly monster form.

King Boo looked down at you, his eyes filled with anger.

"Just leave me alone! Go back to Bowser, since you love him more.” There was no reasoning with him; he was pissed off.

One of his hands came down and pushed you, knocking you to the ground. A few of his claws scraped your cheek. You could hear the maids yelling in the background.

You put your hand on your cheek before getting up and putting your hands on the sides of his face “Darling, cmere.”

He resisted, looking away. He didn’t want to be treated like a child. He looked down at you, trying to get your hands off of his face.

You gently pulled his head down and pressed your forehead against his “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

King Boo looked a little surprised. He looked back at you, his emotions visible. You could almost feel his anger melt away as he relaxed into your touch. Boo’s face softened as he became calm and returned to his true form.

His eyes drooped, and he sighed, “Sorry about that... I lost control there.”

“It’s alright, baby,” you took his hand, “Let’s get to bed.”

At a sudden clap of thunder, King Boo looked up at the sky, tense and wide-eyed. He squeezed your hand.

"That... is never a good omen."

“It’s just thunder,” you tease, squeezing his hand as you walk upstairs.

“Not in the Mushroom Kingdom... especially not at Boo Mansion. Something bad is coming.” He said as he walked up to his room and let out a loud groan as he fell onto his bed.

You chuckled and closed the blinds “That’s just a superstition.”

“I don’t take superstitions lightly. Go ahead, sleep; I’ll stand guard tonight.” He got under the covers but didn't sleep. You could hear the rain pound against the window.

You chuckled and laid down, so you’re the little spoon “Get some rest, darling, it’s been a long day.”

"Fine." Boo snuggled into bed. He buried his head into your hair, "If we die, I love you."

You could feel him transform back into his monster form.

“We’re not going to die” You teased as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, “But I love you too.”

King Boo seemed to calm a little; he held you tight. “Goodnight, My Love."

You fell asleep quickly in his monster arms, King Boo watched you sleep until he couldn’t stay awake anymore.

King Boo began to growl as the thunder and rain continued outside. He thrashed around in his drunken sleep, growling and whimpering. You could feel his claws digging into your skin, leaving small dents across your arms.

He could hear the sound of whispering and scurrying outside the door, causing him to growl louder.

King Boo’s eyes snapped open. He looked down at you, checking that you’re alright. His eyes widened as he listened to the noise outside the door. Boo tensed, pulling you to his chest.

“My little Y/N.. Please get up.. Something’s wrong..” He shook you awake, his voice wavering.

You sleepily opened your eyes. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

He gave you a dirty look, and the pressure from his claws intensified. “There’s someone at the door; there’s something going on!"

King Boo got up to investigate the noise, kissing your forehead before slipping out of the room. You laid alone for several more minutes until there’s a knock on the door. You opened the door and saw a couple toad servants.

"My lord, we have some... troubling news..." One of the toads said as she walked inside.

“What is it?”

“My lord, we- there were reports of King Boo transforming into his monster form a few minutes ago..” One of the other servants said.

You rushed out of the room, pulling on a coat “Where is he? Where’s King Boo?”

"He walked out of the mansion. To where? We do not know." She shivered, her eyes filled with fear. Everyone in the mansion is nervous; they are all talking and whispering.

“I’ll handle it” You buttoned the coat and rushed out of the castle into the storm.

The servant looked scared for you, but she nodded. “Be careful..” 

King Boo was nowhere to be seen in the rain. You heard thunder and saw lightning overhead as the rain soaked your jacket. You heard some strange noises.

You rushed towards the sound “King Boo!?”

You turned the corner of the mansion and found King Boo grumbling to himself and pacing.

“Get out of here, Y/N!” King Boo hissed.

“Come back inside, darling” you reached up and put your hand on his cheek.

“Do you not understand?! Get inside, Y/N!” He yelled, his voice was louder, deeper in his monster form. He grabbed you by your arm and tried to drag you back to the mansion.

“Not unless you come in with me!” You protested, clinging to his arm.

King Boo seemed to fight against your grasp, but he can't pull away. He turned you to face him, looking down at you with his angry, wide-eyed gaze.

“Please. For me? Go inside.” He had deep bags under his eyes, and he was practically begging you.

“Come with me,” you pleaded, “You shouldn’t be out here in the cold.”

His grip on you became tighter. He dragged you into the mansion, scolding you as he did so. You held onto his arm as he dragged you inside, “You’re staying with me!”

He looked around and saw everyone whispering and talking about what happened. He scowled before he turned to the servant who spoke to you earlier.

“What happened?! Why is everyone making such a fuss?!” He was louder than ever in his monster form.

“You did disappear, love” You wrapped your hands around his arm, trying to keep him calm.

“You all need to relax!” King Boo said, clearly annoyed. He’s not used to all this panicking.

“I do not appreciate being dragged back into my mansion like a prisoner, where I can’t even go out for a stroll”

King Boo crossed his arms and scowled at everyone. He looked down at you and grabbed your hand. “Let’s go to our room; we can talk there.”

In his bedroom, King Boo closed the door, and the servants scattered downstairs. He looked at you and took off his dripping crown. “Sit by the fire while I get out of this wet coat.”

He walked over to the corner of the room. He tried to take off his coat, but it was too tight, sticking to him. He pulled at it frantically, scratching his skin in the process.

You walked over and helped him out of the coat “What did you need to talk about, love?”

King Boo was soaked through his clothes after taking off his coat, his shirt is stuck on his skin. He seemed cold, you could see he’s shivering, but he’s trying not to show it.

“I just wanted to talk. But now I’m cold” King Boo scowled. He walked over to the fire and laid down in front of it. He scooted over so you could sit down too. You laid a towel over him and sat down next to him, leaning against his legs.

King Boo scooted closer to the fire and closed his eyes. He relaxed in front of the fire while he was wrapped in his towel.

He crossed his arms over his chest, staring into the fire.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

He laid his head on your shoulder and clung onto you. He’s shivering, soaking wet, and his shirt is still stuck to his skin.

“I don’t want to bother you, my love, but can you undress me?” He sighed. Your eyes widened in surprise. You’ve learned to respect his privacy and his boundaries around the idea of “private time.”

“Of course” You helped him out of his wet clothes despite your surprise “Better?”

He wrapped himself around you, his arms around your hips and stomach. You could feel his worry from how hard he’s holding onto you “What’s wrong, baby? Is this about Bowser?”

King Boo chuckled, you’ve figured it out.

"Yeah...that bastard.” He huffed; it’s clear he’s not used to having competition “I don’t appreciate him trying to get with you; you’re mine.”

You chuckled, “Yes, darling, I’m yours.”

“My little Y/N” King Boo smiled. He pulled you into his body as he wrapped his huge arms around you. He pressed his face against your hair, kissing the back of your head.

”All mine..” His voice was quiet and possessive. Several toad servants stood outside the door, quietly listening to your conversation.

“All yours,” you agreed, letting him pull you against his ghostly chest.

“I’m sick of everyone trying to take you away from me” Boo sighed, resting his head on yours “I wish we didn’t have to keep our relationship a secret.”

“No one's gonna take me away from you, baby,” you nuzzled your head underneath his chin.

King Boo sighed, his breath warm against your head.

“I wish I didn’t have to worry like this. You’re mine…You love me and not anybody else, right?”

His voice was quiet, you could hear the servants whispering from behind the door. “Promise me, Y/N. Promise me you’re mine and nobody else’s.”

“I promise, sweetheart” you laid down against him “No need to worry.”

King Boo smiled, satisfied. He closed his eyes and relaxed.

"It's been a long time since I've had someone to hold." King Boo smiled sadly. He yawned and cuddled up to you.

“I’m here now,” you closed your

King Boo yawned again, and you could feel his claws retract slightly. His grip on you relaxed, and you both laid together for a while.

[dearweirdme]

Thank you for your reply. That makes a lot of sense to me as well. Also I can’t really imagine what’s like to be closeted and have your partner around you and having to pretend or hold back in a way. I also think they can get away with way more when it’s all the members and also when they were younger. Now at almost 30, when it’s just them or with one other member, it must feel way more risky / exposing / private. And he’s of course it’s normal to also be annoyed or snappy towards those we love. We don’t know what the reasons etc.

Also I think AYS is so confusing cause it has such lovely moments in it (them complimenting each other, sitting close, taking pics of Tae’s feet, cuddling etc.) but also some banter / snarky stuff and distance. And I���m fairly convinced that’s a mixed of heavy editing, calculated editing but also them to some extent trying to maybe put a bit of a work head on and protect what’s their sacred bond off cameras :)

One question: what is the Inkigayo incident? I think I’ve heard it before but doesn’t ring a bell now!

Hi anon!

Mmm, I think it must be incredibly hard and painful. There’s so much we tend to automatically do when it comes to our partners, and Jk and Tae had to learn to think twice about everything they do when it comes to the two of them. I feel you can actually see that in progress at times. When they start a movement and suddenly hold back, or when smiles and looks get hidden. Especially Jk has a tendency to look down when it comes to Tae. They will also forever carry with them the knowledge that out of their many fans, a huge part loves them conditionally and will leave them when they come out. There’s many different kinda of hard pills to swallow for them.

I think AYS left a little of fandom with a bit of a bad hangover. Personally I quite enjoyed seeing Jk and Tae in Ays. I think their closeness and understanding of each other really shone through even with all the editing. To me it’s obvious that the ‘guest’ jokes were for entertainment purposes… ill chosen as those jokes might’ve been. There’s not been one part of me that took those comments for truth. Basically my thoughts on Ays have kinda settled on something grey. I think it was ill timed for Jk, I think it was too long and got kinda boring at one point. I hate what it has done to fandom, because things became increasingly hateful and from a certain corner delusional. While I loved seeing Jk, Tae and Jm, I cannot see AYS as something I am thankful for.

At 46:13 the moment of Jk’s annoyance starts… or actually.. his annoyance with fandom questions is clear throughout the whole live, as he adressed the kinds of comments he got several times. He showed signs of being annoyed all throughout and imo wasn’t in a happy mood at all. At 46:13 he starts talking about sensitive questions though, and explains why he doesn’t answer those. The first question he answers after saying all that is about him living with Tae. His answer is a pensive, annoyed one imo. He’s been asked about Tae and the other members several times. Those weren’t the only things that annoyed him though, he was annoyed by fans commenting he ignored them, by fans commenting if he reads their questions.. I think that live was generally just a very unpleasant one for him.

[usedtobecooler]

just a little update in regards to plaster caster, i currently have no timeline for posting and i’m unsure right now what the schedule will be. i’m celebrating my birthday for the next three days with family, so i’ll be away from my laptop and logging off of the site to enjoy it.

also, in all honesty the vibes on here have been nothing short of rancid this entire week, and to be quite honest it’s taking a toll on me and i don’t feel comfortable posting. i have felt incredibly invalidated and like my writing isn’t actually worthy because everything i post is smut adjacent, and a lot of people don’t agree that it’s creative enough. this then has a knock on effect when i try writing anything with a plot, and it’s got me doubting myself so much that i can’t find it in me to post something i’ve genuinely enjoyed creating.

i’m struggling to find my place within the fandom and it’s not a nice feeling. i have been around since the very beginning of the season four hype, and i feel like i’m being knocked down and out despite constantly bouncing back and continuing to create. i would not still be here if i didn’t have such a love and adoration for this show and its characters, but the negativity from all corners is starting to take a toll.

it’s important to be mindful and respectful when hyping yourself up, and to not drag others down in the process to prove your point. every reader here looks for something different, and not all of us will tick boxes every single time. the fun of it is that not all of us are the same, and we all write and perceive characters and stories differently.

i’ll see you all very soon.

[pink-key]

This blog is so pleasantly nostalgic in a way. I really feel like I’m a twelve year old on parts of the Internet I’m really not supposed to be on again. Same fuzzy feelings, very appreciated in these trying times

Nothing quite as good for the soul as seeing corner of the Internet I thought to be dead alive and thriving ✨ Toby is portrayed immaculately! Keep doing what you do, you and Toby both make me remember what it was like to be a little more innocent again (ironic, considering Toby is a killer lmao) 💕

Hiya! Thank you for your heartwarming message! Really made my day! Hope you will check my cave more often, as I am way too much into drawing creepypasta lately, maybe a deep cringe memory will be unlocked within you, haha. I didn't plan to draw past first 3 drawings with Toby actually. I really dislike the creator of Toby and his circle of jerks, but the feedback to my drawings was so huge it inspired me to just doodle more of him. Separate the creation from the creator in a way. I thought the fandom was long dead too, but I guess, people crave for it to come back. Toby is such a comfort character, very unique (wonder how this spiteful creator made him lmao), so I understand these feelings haha. Your words of me portraying him well, just makes me very joyful haha. I babble too much, so, have a nice day!

[s-creations]

Fluctuates Chapter 6- Partners in Crime

One-Shot entries for the #RadioStatic Week 2024.

Yep, I'm doing this again! I'm going to make sure that I can keep track with uploading this time. Also, I will be sticking with the Fluff path, because I need more Fluff with these two.

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Alastor/Vox (RadioStatic) Warnings/Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Lots of Fluff because I want it, Rosie will be in this

“Vox-”

“Fuck!”

So focused on his latest project, Vox was not prepared for the voice whispered in his receiver. Scrambling out of his chair as he mind tried to work out how in the world someone entered his apartment and how he would be able to get them out. Only to freeze, knife held out as his weapon of choice in front, to find Alastor. 

The Radio Demon seeming very out of place in the small and rather run down apartment. 

Vox took a few moments to calm himself down, terror now replaced with self-conscious nerves as he watched Alastor take in the area. Knowing that his added mess did not help in making this look like a liveable space. “A-Alstor, what are you doing here?”

“Please tell me this is just your work area and that you don’t actually live here.” Was Alastor’s reply as he used his cane to lift the corner of the comforter off the bed. 

“I don’t…have a lot of money like you do. How did you even get in?”

“Ah, quite right! That brings me to my reason for being here.” Giving his cane a quick twirl, it was sharply tapped onto the ground before casting Vox a smile. “I have a proposition for you that I believe would benefit both of us. Interested?”

“I- What? Alastor, you can’t just slip into people’s places unannounced.”

“Of course I can, I just did! My silly little picture box.”

Vox’s screen flashed a bit of red before he let out a huff. “You could have called.”

“Mmmm, I could have. But this was far more enjoyable. Now, did you want to hear my proposition?” 

“Why aren’t you working with any of your contracts?” The Media demon flushed softly as Alastor suddenly appeared behind him. Hands on his hips as Alastor leaned in. 

“What I’m about to offer helps us both, did I not say that?”

“You…did… But-”

“I’m having a bit of an infestation issue to deal with,” Alastor quickly interrupted. Moving to wrap an arm around Vox’s waist, eyes on the demon as his smile widens seeing Vox’s flush return. “Smaller demons actually have the gaul to try and take my territory.”

“You have territory?”

“Of course I do! I just don’t announce it. It acts like a web to trap prey easily in. Because they either find out who owns it and try to be sneaky. Or they assume the area is unclaimed and decide they have every right to take it over. Either way, I have a situation of the former occurring and I would like your help in the matter.”

“You haven’t really explained as to why that help would be me?” Vox was thrown off again when his screen was cupped in Alastor’s hands.

“You wanted to become an Overlord, correct? This is the way to do it.” 

“B-By…?”

“By showing off your powers. And getting a little blood on your hands, but that’s the fun part! Do you think my manipulations over shadows just appeared one day? Nonsense! I went out and gained the needed experience to terrorize those around me. Now, it’s your turn!” 

“M-My turn?”

“You can’t be held up in your little apartment all day and expect to make any headway.”

Vox frowned softly, nervously rubbing the back of his hand as he thought it over. “...I…won’t be alone, right?”

“Of course you won’t be! What a thought. So…are you interested?” 

Vox let out a slow cycle of air before nodding. “Yeah.”

“Wonderful to hear.” 

__________________________

Vox had no idea if he could throw up and now wasn’t the time that he wanted to figure it out. 

It was dark, or as dark as Hell could get with the sky just being a deeper shade of red. He and Alastor were standing on the opposite side of the street from where the target stood. A tall building that looked to be held together with nothing more than spit and an ill-placed prayer. Clearly meant to be abandoned. But if the flickering lights were anything to go off of, there was someone inside. 

Namely, sinners who were dumb enough to challenge Alastor. 

“So, what’s the plan of attack?” Vox asked, gripping unnecessarily tight to the blade in his pocket. 

“Hmm?” Alastor peered over, “I assumed you had one.”

“Me? This isn’t my territory I’m trying to defend!”

“This is good practice for you. If you want to become an Overlord, you need to think on your feet. And, if anything, I need to see how you plan, period. You’re smart. Your little toys are testament to that. But how do you carry yourself in a situation in which things are happening faster than what you thought.” 

Vox frowned softly. Pulling out the knife to look it over as he contemplated. “...I’m good with words. Not, like, sharp actions. I can convince a lot of people when I talk. But…” 

Letting out a small huff, Alastor moved to stand in front of the other demon. Who was a little startled by the sudden movement. But stilled when slim fingers gently tugged and pulled at Vox’s turtleneck and jacket to straighten them out. “Then use that to your advantage.” 

“How? Sales talk doesn’t mean I can talk someone into making them leave or killing him.” 

“You’re thinking too much on the conversation portion of this,” Alastor laughed softly, “Don’t worry about redirecting. Focus more on the aspect of misdirection. If you’re unable to do this small part Vox, you won’t find success in your goal of becoming an Overlord.”

Vox flushed softly as Alastor’s thumb gently brushed along his screen. “You…won’t leave, right?”

“Never. But do make it an interesting show.”

Alastor moved once more, now away so that the tall building was presented to Vox once more. Whos eyes followed the Radio Demon until he had to face forward once more. Clenching his jaw as he stared it down. The worried look soon changed to one of determination as he tucked the knife away as he moved forward. 

Alastor’s eyes follow with an eerily calm smile in his face before melting into the shadows. 

Walking closer, Vox could hear the music and loud conversations coming from within. With the occasional sound of breaking glass and items being destroyed. Clearly, this was the start of a rowdy, all night party. Stopping at the door, Vox slowly cycled out a breath of air to try and push out the nerves festering in his stomach. Plastering on an easy smile before knocking on the door.

Almost instantly, the music and conversation quieted down. Vox rolled his eyes as this was a clearly poor attempt to quickly hide away the fact anyone was inside. He allowed a few minutes to pass before knocking again. 

“Don’t tell me this isn’t an invitation only party.” Vox called out, his voice light with a small laugh thrown in. Surprising himself with how calm he sounded. 

The paint peeling door slowly opened. Just a crack. Allowing a red eye to peer out from inside, narrowing as the sinner stares Vox down. 

“Who the fuck are you and what do you want?” The question was quickly asked. Their tone accusatory. 

“The name’s Vox!” Easily pushing his way in, the other sinner not putting up that much of a fight, the Media Demon straightened his jacket as he looked around. The bottom floor was littered with pieces of broken furniture and a number of bottles and takeout containers. From the quick count, there were 10 sinners sprawled around the first floor. All eyes wide and focused on Vox. 

“Goodness, this is quite the get together. Don’t suppose this party goes upstairs as well?” Vox asked, calmly turning back to the sinner who’d let him in. 

“No.” They replied back quickly. Only to wince realizing what they’d just admitted. 

With another sinner whispering out a harsh, “You idiot!” 

“So I have everyone’s attention? Good, that’s good to hear.” Kicking a few pieces of debris away, Vox walked further in. Peering around with an uninterested look. Easily hiding his own terrified feelings. “Weird place to settle down. I mean, I know territory is hard to come by these days, but the Radio Demon’s place? Oof, you lot must have some big balls to pull something like this.” 

Vox’s eyes sharply turned to the closest sinner, who shrank back slightly. “You were all aware that this territory was already claimed, right?”

The sinner manning the door let out a weak scoff. Closing the door while trying to look at ease as they approached Vox. “Of course we knew…Box, was it?”

“Vox.”

“Could have fooled me with that head of yours. Seriously, who did you piss off to end up with that form?”

Letting out a short laugh, Vox narrowed his eyes, smile becoming tight. “Feeling a little jealous about others being more flashy than you?”

From the back of his mind, Vox swore he heard Alastor whisper to him ‘Be mindful of your attitude, don’t rise to their cheap challenge.’

Shoulders dropping as he tried to relax, Vox returned to his showman smile. “If you’re that concerned about your looks, then you should be worried about becoming a smear in the ground if the Radio Demon finds you here.”

“Are you one of his new contracts?” another sinner hissed out, “Is he collecting flashy souls now?”

“No, no, no, I’m not a contract soul,” Vox laughed, “I’m just an interested party.” 

Sharp motion drew Vox’s attention to the corner of the room. A bull like demon was both trying to stand up at the same time as he’s fumbling with his gun. They had just gotten a grip when a knife was plunged into their chest. Eyes filled with fear and shock rising up to meet Vox’s twisted snarl as the knife was pushed further in.

A blood spilled from their mouth, the sinner attempted to raise their gun. Only for their wrist to be snapped, weapon clattering to the floor, and the knife to be plunged in another area. The sinner followed their gun. Dropping to the floor hard. Coughing up blood as their eyes began to dull. 

Flicking some of the blood from his hand, Vox turned back to the rest of the room. “I’m only going to say this once. It’ll be in your best interest to vacate this house, now. You clearly know that this territory isn’t free. I’m really lost as to why you would try and incur the wrath of Alastor.” 

Another sinner grabbed one of the empty bottles, smashing it on the ground and holding it out like a weapon. Freezing when Vox’s left eye flickered and a hypnotic stare appeared. 

“Drop it.” Vox demanded. The bottle clattering to the floor. The sinner still frozen as they were caught in the hypnotic stare. 

The stare was unfortunately broken when the sinner from the door took a daring move forward. Pulling out their own knife. Vox was able to block it quickly enough. Only for the small triumph to be nulled when something sharp was stabbed into his left side. Causing the Media Demon to let out a cry of pain. Twisting to try and get away, inadvertently allowing himself to be open up for the knife he’d previously blocked to go into his shoulder. 

Desperation and fear rising, Vox pushed himself away from the two sinners surrounding him. Hand going down to his bleeding side wound as he stepped further back. Only to be caught by numerous hands to hold him in place. Pulling his hand back to allow the deep wound to flow freely. 

“You’re a fucking idiot,” the door sinner laughed, “Who comes to a party alone to start a fight? Are you just a fanboy of the Radio Demon? Think you’ll get his attention if you showed him how ‘useful’ you could be? Pathetic.” 

Vox attempted to break free as he was closed in on. Eyes darting around to find some shadowy corner of the room. Alastor said he’d be here still, right? Where was he? Was he disappointed in Vox’s performance and decided to leave? Was Vox alone? 

The knife raised high, the sinner had just begun to bring it down when a shadow tendril pierced through their chest. Knife and sinner dropping the next second. 

The air seemed to turn cold, room becoming dark with a horrible static noise sounding. Vox was released as the other sinners scrambled to find something to defend themselves with. Leaving the Media Demon to wrap his arms around himself to halt the bleeding as best he can. Breathing hard, watching the rest of the room panicked. 

“You dare try to harm what belongs to me?” 

Vox recognized Alastor’s voice. But it was heavily distorted. Shifted and changed into a tone that made Vox’s entire form shiver. He wasn’t even in the crosshairs, but he was still a little fearful. 

A sinner suddenly disappeared into a pool of collective shadows. Calling out for help. But his friends actually moved further away. Watching with wide eyes as the other sunk into the darkness. 

“You dare try to challenge me, yet hide away like spineless cowards.” 

From the walls and floors emerged little shadow creatures. Vox attributing them to self moving puppets. Able to see the texture of the fabric, green stitches holding them together. They paid no  mind to Vox as they ran around the room, giggling. Focusing on two sinners. Mouths opening to reveal rows of sharp little teeth. The dolls began eating away at the sinners until they were nothing but a pile of bone, all done in under a minute. 

“I will make you pay for these transgressions. All of Hell will hear your suffering.”

Alastor appeared. It was not the Alastor that Vox had seen before. 

Elongated and twisted, eyes nothing more than radio dials with a torn smile stitched together with green thread, antler large and curved together. Even with how large he now was, Alastor was still able to fit into the room easily. Clawed hands reaching out to grab the closest sinner. Who let out a desperate plea to be released.  

Vox watched with wide eyes as the sinner was bit in half. Blood poured from Alastor’s mouth. 

That…should not be affecting Vox as much as it is.

Attention was broken when a sinner stepped forward. Having claimed the fallen gun and pointing it at Alastor. Even if the Radio Demon saw the attack and had time to avoid it, Vox was up. Ignoring the pain as he wrapped his arms around the other. Claws digging into sinner flesh. The barrel of the gun moved to point at Vox now. 

Something happened. The charge of nerves sharply traveled up Vox’s spine. But it didn’t remain there. The electrical charge arching, dancing along his form. Visibly seen as he tightened his hold on the other. The built up charge being released in a burst of electricity, the sinner letting out a scream of pain as they were basically cooked alive. Only dropping to the ground, deceased, when Vox fell limp himself. 

Between the blood and energy loss, Vox crumpled to his knees. Screen flickering as he started to fall backwards. Halting when something cool easily caught him. 

The room lightened up. The radio feedback noise fell away. Vox was unable to look around, only able to stare up at the ceiling as he felt his consciousness fading away. Alastor enters his line of sight. Now in his more ‘human’ form, staring down at Vox with a look of worry. He said something, but Vox’s head was pounding, unable to hear a thing. 

He was encased by the darkness soon enough and Vox knew nothing more. 

__________________________

Vox was a little confused by what he was seeing above him. That ceiling was not familiar to him. A rather decorative one dressed with varying shades of red. At least he wasn’t back at that run down house. But now it was the question of where was ‘here’ and how did he get there. 

Moving slowly as he was a little lightheaded. Vox was able to sit up on the overly decorative couch to get a better look at the room. It was a large, but private, tea room. Only one table set up with four chairs with the wall covered with numerous tea sets. A large unlit fireplace was against one wall with a large window on the opposite wall. 

He recognized this place. It was Rosie’s place. Vox had been to this room numerous times with Alastor. 

Letting out a grunt, Vox was able to get on his rather shaky legs and made his way for the door. Only to freeze when the heavy wooden door slowly opened, Rosie poking her head in. Surprise turned to relief as the Cannibal Overlord fully entered the room. Letting out a small sigh as she wrapped her arms around the Media Demon. 

“Vox! Oh, thank Satan you’re awake. I was so worried when Alastor brought you here! Goodness, you were losing so much blood. You’d better be good enough to tell me what happened because Alastor hasn’t said a word since you both arrived.” 

“Wait- Rosie, I need a moment.” Vox voiced weakly, more than happy to lean into the other. Screen flickering a few times before he could look her in the eye. “How long have I been out?”

“Two days.” 

“...And Alastor hasn’t said a thing?”

Rosie shook her head, “Nothing.”

“Where is he?” 

“Dining room. I was able to get him to eat something.” 

Not waiting another moment, Vox left the room. Shakily making his way along the familiar path. The short journey ended when he, not so smoothly, stumbled into the decorated dining room. Able to reach out fast enough to grab onto the door frame to keep himself from falling over. Head shooting up the next second as he searched the room. A small part of him hoping that almost stumble was missed. 

His screen flushed a light pink when his eyes connected with Alastor. The Radio Demon sitting at the large table. With a slightly picked apart plate of food before him. Staring the other down with utensils loosely held in his hands. 

Before Vox could get a word out, Alastor stood. The chair clattering to the floor as he made his way over to Vox. The Media Demon a little startled when he was pulled away from the door frame and held closer to Alastor. He remained tense for a few seconds before allowing himself to relax, wrapping his arms around Alastor weakly. 

“...Alastor?” Vox whispered, not sure what to expect from this. A part of him upset when the Radio Demon pulled away. The wide eyes of silent panic now replaced with a calm demeanor. 

“Well, I would say that was a rather intense outing. Wouldn’t you agree?” said Alastor, his smile easy. 

“...Yeah, I guess so. Are you okay?”

“Me? I wasn’t the one bleeding out for the last two days.” 

“But Rosie said that you weren’t saying anything and-” 

“Nothing to worry about! There was just some slight concern that I would be losing my newest toy so soon.” 

Vox grumbled softly as Alastor pinched the corner of his screen. “Yeah, well, you owe me for that.” 

“How do you figure?”

“I’m pretty sure I almost died!” 

“As if I would let that happen to you.”

“Alstor-”

“Enough chattering. I think it would be best that we get some food for you.”

“...Non-sinner meat?”

“Mmmm, might be a bit difficult to do in this area. But I’m sure that would be very doable. Come along, sit down, I’ll get you something.”

“Weren’t you eating?”

“I won’t hear another word until you have something in front of you!”

“Alastor!”

[lovelykhaleesiii]

can I just say this fandom is getting so ... toxic and out of hand I go to twitter there's shit, I come to tumblr there's more shit 🤡 honestly the hate towards actors and even amongst fans, and creators be it art, fanfic or whatever... Is so disgusting... It's like either you have to agree with every single world someone says or else you're the enemy and get told you should go kys or worse... the racism towards poc actors and overall bully behaviour makes me mad af ... ppl forget how they are just doing their jobs, they don't write the scripts they just act them out...

I haven't interacted with fandom for months now, given the amount discourse between writers had me shook, so basically blocked every account that showed up on dash regarding it all, but with season 2 coming I thought hey why not see how things are... Idk it's like nothing changed for some folk ... They still hate Emma for not being the Rhaenyra they want, the hate Olivia for just playing her part, they hate tom because ... the poor man is playing a controversial character ... They hate Bethany for being a woc ...

Sorry for the rant, I've just been so frustrated with seeing everything... Plan to block all hotd tags and certain creators because honestly I just pop by on tumblr to browse through things and sometimes read a fic or two but lately the amount of bad behaviour I've seen in this fandom from writers or just random hateful folk have just ruined the whole experience for me.

I totally get you nonnie & I’m so sorry you feel this way, especially with s2 just days away from airing…

I do think as unfortunate as it is, majority of this fandom is actually quite heinous and disgusting. the behaviour I’ve seen towards the cast members and towards each other in this space is so hostile and vile, I’m openly ashamed to be part of it. all this back and forth bullshit with TG vs TB is just actual fucking nonsense. like who gives an actual shit? there’s an entire genocide happening but let’s ignore that and rip each other’s heads off about fictional people… humanity at its finest.

I’m actually being deadass when I say, I’m so over this discourse between the teams regarding HOTD. like no team is better than the other, that was the whole point of the story.

hence why, I’m trying to remove myself a little bit from the fandom space especially on tumblr. only trying to focus my energy and interest into the story / show itself.

after all the drama that unfolded especially in this fandom these last few months, there’s a lot of hypocritical behaviour and I’ve honestly got no energy anymore.

more important things in life than arguing with twats on the internet.

so I definitely recommend removing yourself from toxic people in this fandom, whether you need to ghost or block them. you’ll be saving yourself 🫶🏻

sending you only good vibes anon, and I hope you can find some solace in my little corner. that’s what I can offer to anyone that feels the same!

[aroaceconfessions]

There was one post here not understanding why people don’t just block all ship tags and users who ship so as a repulsed aroace who doesn’t ship and is quite resentful towards shipping I thought I’d clarify why we can’t do that. Absolutely no malice to the original post or anyone who agreed with it, I just want to share why that’s not an option for me and many others personally.

The problem isn’t shipping itself. It’s how fandom is essentially ONLY about shipping. If I blocked all shipping related content and users that shipped in the fandoms I’m in, I’d have literally no content. At all. I’m the only one I’ve met so far in any of them that doesn’t ship. If there was actually non ship content, THEN we could just block all shippers and ship tags. But if we do that, our dash will get maybe 1-2 new posts a week if we’re lucky. Believe me, I’ve tried. There’s nothing there, no art no fics, only the occasional meme. It’s lonely and leaves us with nobody to talk to about the media the fandom is for, which is the entire point of looking for fandom in the first place.

Again, the problem isn’t the fact that people ship. The concept of shipping is harmless. The problem is shipping is so prevalent that there’s nothing else, and we HAVE to consume ship content if we want to be part of the fandom. We HAVE to create ship content if we want to be seen by others in the fandom. And when you’re romance repulsed, that makes you resentful after awhile. Eventually we all go ‘well why is it like this? Why is all the content about this thing I love centered around a huge discomfort of mine?’. And we try and try to change that with our own ship free content, but it never gets an audience and never even manages to reach others like us, isolating all in our own little corners bc without ships to draw in the masses and get them sharing it our work never reaches far enough to find like minded people. It gets maybe as far as our virtual backyard. Maybe others are out there, but the internet is vast and if our efforts aren’t circulated we’ll never make contact. We can’t meet new people if none of us can reach beyond our own yards.

It’s really not shipping we hate. It’s the unwritten REQUIREMENT for it if you want to be part of a fandom. It’s how we’re effectively silenced in fandom if we don’t ship. Bc we want so desperately to share our love of this thing with people, but they’ll never hear us unless it’s about ships. Unless it’s about the one thing that makes us uncomfortable, the one feeling they have that we don’t share.

If you’re able to ship while being aro and/or ace, I’m happy for you. You can still enjoy fandom. But I can’t, and it’s a very lonely existence. And it hurts.