#I just find it cringe. I know cringe is dead but that's my exception

[scirelistener]

FAIR TREATMENT

sanji x gn! reader

synopsis : you firmly believe sanji’s charms were so threatening that he should be locked up. unexpectedly, sanji also had the same belief concerning you.

things to note! : not beta read! honestly this shit is kinda cringe 😔 i wrote this with zero hours of sleep and the dialogues are very fucked up. sanji is also very cringe, trying to be the next shakespeare and failing greatly

The cook was undeniably handsome. Charming like he always prided himself to be.

You further leaned your face against the palm of your hand, eyeing the way Sanji danced around the galley like a routine. His hands expertly handling the pan, the flick of his wrist controlling the movement of the pan with an ease only a chef like Sanji exuded.

Strands of his golden locks flowed down from its usual position, threatening to cover the eyes that shined with a blue that the ocean couldn’t even rival. His eyes, even when he was busy swooning over women to the point where the shape of his eyes changed, held an endless depth of emotion. Sometimes the blue became a melancholic color that offered sympathy to others, other times the blue rivaled the color of the sky on a bright sunny day that lightened up the environment.

You sighed dreamily, head already several feet deep into your thoughts. You hadn’t even realized the cook had halted his cooking and had walked over to where you were sitting.

“A berry for your thought?”

You flinched out of the daze and came face to face with the cook who had taken the seat besides you. The expression Sanji had on looked painfully fond; his lips curled into a smile that made your heart want to pound out of your chest, his eyes softening with a particular glisten to the blue orb.

“Sanji. You should be jailed.”

The cook blinked, his eyes no longer half-lidded with fondness. His eyes widened, lips parted yet no words were spoken.

He looked good in any expression, you thought and felt a frown form. It wasn’t fair. It was enough that he looked handsome while doing nothing at all, but Sanji also had to look dangerously cute when he looked surprised.

Your lips pursed to an unbidden pout. “You’re too handsome. You’re also too cute, do you know that?”

“… P-Pardon me, dear?”

You let out a huff of bemusement, feeling a wave of frustration wash over. “It’s a little annoying at this point. You already look illegally charming when you’re cooking, especially when you wear that god forbidden pink apron. When you fight? Oh god, I think my heart skipped a beat at some point. You look so hot whenever you kick ass. But then when you’re acting all stupid over women, you look weirdly cute as well? Actually, no. It’s not weird at all. You’re cute, but you’re charming, but you’re also just really-” You flailed around your hands, the frustration restraining your usual vernacular. “You should be locked up. That’s it. It’s the only way I can get inner peace.”

The galley became dead quiet, the only audible sound was you two breathing except Sanji’s breathes started to sound a lot more.. frantic?

You looked over to the cook only to find him in a rather frazzled state.

If you squinted, you swore you could see steam emitting from the cook’s bright red cheeks. The redness was so visible despite the cook’s clumsy attempt at hiding his face by covering the lower half with his hand. The tips of his fingers were covered in blood, making you worry before realizing it was coming from his nostril. Both nostrils to be exact.

“… Sanji?”

“Don’t-” Sanji’s voice cracked, only further deepening the redness of his face. The cook cleared his throat and looked away, unintentionally allowing more view to the tip of his ears that burned in the same color as his cheeks. “Don’t look at me right now, please. I beg of you.”

It was a little concerning how shaky his voice was, each syllable wavering unlike the cook’s usual smooth flatteries. Perhaps you spoke a little too much, awkwardly scratching the back of your neck with a guilty wince.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Sanji. That’s wasn’t my intention at all. I could leave if you need some space-”

You hadn’t even left your seat yet, but Sanji quickly interjected by whipping his head back to you and wrapping his hand around your wrist as if to keep you from leaving.

“No!” The walls of the galley threw back the echoes of the cook’s booming exclamation.

You blinked, the warmth of his grip on your wrist surging throughout your body. His grip didn’t falter even a bit as Sanji burned in embarrassment once more, never leaving your wrist.

“I don’t- You don’t have to-” Sanji grumbled in frustration, uncharacteristically stumbling over his words. You waited patiently as the cook attempted to speak his mind all the while trying to not pay attention to how his hand never let go of your wrist.

With a sigh of exasperation, the cook stood up with a dramatic flair.

The blond kneeled in front of you like a prince, the way his hair fluttered behind him almost imitating a halo. (His nose was no longer bleeding, not a single trace of bleed left behind on his face. How and when he wiped it away was beyond your comprehension.) With a gentleness that tugged your heartstrings, the cook took your hand in his and bowed his head until his lips lightly grazed your knuckle.

Even without touching, you knew your cheeks were hot to the touch as all the blood rushed to your face.

A twinge of relief lessened your embarrassment when Sanji looked up with a persistent red hue across his face. At least you both were burning up like strawberries.

“If I should get jailed for my supposed charms, I must ask you to get the same treatment.”

“… Huh.”

The amused smile that borderline looked like a smirk should’ve been the warning sign.

“My dear, do you have any idea of your own appeals?” Sanji stood up once more, but never let go of your hand. Instead, he beckoned you to place your other hand in his and gently squeezed them both.

Then his mouth opened and words of flattery waxed out endlessly.

“Have you any idea of the jealousy that emanates from the sun when you’re happy? You shine so brightly that celestial bodies above can’t help but envy. Need I mention your smile?” The cook let go of your hand to do a very necessary twirl before grabbing your hands once more, eyes threatening to change into heart shapes. “I struggle to keep my composure when you smile, I hope you know. The way your eyes light up and the way your nose slightly crinkles.”

Was the room deprived of air all the sudden? You found it harder and harder to breathe as the cook went on and on, dealing an even bigger damage than what you did to him.

“When you so sweetly enjoy my food and compliment aspects of the dish, my heart sings! Oh and when you help Chopper treat us after a rough battle, I only pray that my heart does not melt from how hard I swoon! That damn mosshead does not deserve your gentle treatment at all, one should do nothing but cherish your kind actions! Not just huff and gruff, then walk away.”

Before Sanji could let out another syllable, you hurriedly clasped your hand around his mouth in an attempt to shut him up.

“Okay, okay! I get it! Holy shit, Sanji.” You suddenly understood why Sanji always got a nosebleed, suddenly feeling lightheaded all the sudden. You closed your eyes in hopes of you regaining your inner peace, letting out a shaky exhale.

You then opened your eyes to send a glare that had no actual effect on the cook who only saw it as another cute expression of yours, just on the verge of going into another swooning session. “This isn’t how I thought this would go.”

Sanji only replied with an amused chuckle before leaning down to gently but firmly place a kiss on your cheek. The contact was brief yet it lingered like the way cold breezes of wind left a numbing sensation to the touch.

The smile that Sanji had on when he leaned back was full of satisfaction. “I only speak the truth, dear.”

You huffed, suddenly not wanting to lose this weirdly one-sided battle.

Without a shred of hesitation, you tugged on the collar of Sanji’s (probably expensive) button-up shirt and pulled him in. Brushing away Sanji’s confused protests, you placed a hand against the back of his head before leaning in closer.

The moment your lips touched, a spark ignited in both of your hearts.

You leaned away just enough to be able to see his face and sure enough..

“SANJI!? HEY, SANJI!”

The man’s soul was threatening to escape from his agape mouth. His eyes looked dead yet tears streamed down his burning red cheeks. The nosebleeds that had finally halted re-emerged, trickling down his lips.

“I’ll die a happy man..” Sanji barely mumbled before his body fainted against yours, his full body weight falling over your struggling form.

“CHOPPER!!!”

While you desperately called for the doctor, Sanji slowly drifted away into unconsciousness with a lovesick smile plastered on his face.

a/n : i think i like sanji a normal amount. also i’m pretty sure, in all my years of writing my thoughts out, this is the first piece where i wrote an actual kiss scene 😔 listen i love me a good kissing montage but god i do not know how to write kisses. what i do know is yearning.

[parkerslatte]

It’s Been a Long, Long Time

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: memory loss.

Summary: The last time Azriel had seen his mate was nearly four centuries ago. The bond went silent and for those many years, Azriel believed his mate was dead. As he sits with Elain in her garden, the bond suddenly comes alive once again.

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

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The day Azriel lost his mate, he was in agony. Not because of the pain, no. It was because of the lack of knowledge if she was alive or not. The bond fell quiet and Azriel could hardly grasp onto it. It was as if he were trying to catch smoke. There was nothing to touch. For years he searched for her, he never wanted to give up. He knew that every moment he waited, she could be in danger. 

Even long after she disappeared, Azriel still searched. However, as the centuries ticked by, Azriel began to lose hope. He was sure he had searched every possible location. There was no trace of Y/N. 

Azriel sat with Elain in her garden. He had noticed a positive change in the middle Archeron sister for the past few months. When Rhys tasked him to watch over Elain and help her adjust, he originally hated the idea. But he knew the reason why Rhys had set him the task. It was coming up to the 400th anniversary since Y/N had disappeared. 

As Azriel looked down at the ring in his hands, he could feel his heart plummet. Even if being around Elain had helped distract himself as she explained all of the flowers to him and their various meanings, the closer it got to the anniversary of Y/N’s disappearance, Azriel felt himself slip away from everyone and everything. 

The ring was still beautiful even after all this time. Azriel made sure it was. Despite vowing to never take off her wedding ring, Y/N always took it off before bed, deeming that it was uncomfortable when she rested her head upon her hand to sleep. But the first thing she did every morning was slip the ring back upon her finger. The night she was taken it had been no different except one thing, Azriel had not been there. His job had kept him away for an extra day, and for the first time since they were mated and married, Azriel had not fallen asleep next to Y/N. He had regretted that for four hundred years. The only reminder of her was the ring he found on her bedside cabinet that morning. 

“Azriel!” The sound of Elain’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. 

“Sorry?” He lifted his gaze from the ring and met Elain’s. 

“I asked you what that was,” Elain said, gesturing down to the ring in his hand. 

Azriel stilled. He never liked speaking about it with anyone but Rhys or Cassian. But seeing how Elain’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern, he could tell that a saddened expression had slipped onto his face. 

Azriel sighed. “It was my mate’s wedding ring.”

“Mate?” Elain said, her expression falling slightly. 

Azriel cringed internally. He knew about Elain’s small crush on him. She did not hide it well. Though he did not return her feelings, he still enjoyed her company. With her, she understood when he just wished to sit in silence and when he didn’t want to talk, she continued the conversation on her own. 

Perhaps there was a time where he could have retired her feelings, Elain was rather beautiful, but she would never compare to Y/N. Azriel had never had another relationship after Y/N disappeared. He only ever wanted Y/N and he would only ever want her. 

“Yes,” Azriel said, swallowing hard. “She- she disappeared four-hundred years ago. I was never able to find her.”

The small hurt expression on Elain’s face changed to one of sympathy. “Azriel, I am so sorry.”

Azriel nodded and looked back at the ring. “I have looked everywhere and there is no trace of her. I have always felt…empty since she disappeared. She was part of my soul that I have never gotten back.”

Elain dropped the bulbs she was holding back into her basket. “How do you know she is not out there? You couldn’t have searched everywhere on the planet?”

“I have searched everywhere where it was possible to take her,” Azriel answered. “I have found absolutely nothing.”

“Then believe that she is still out there,” Elain said.

“Elain, it has been nearly four-hundred years,” Azriel said. “I gave up hope of her still being alive a long time ago.”

“Do you still love her?” Elain asked. 

“More than anything,” Azriel said instantly. “I haven’t been with anyone after she disappeared. I tried, about two-hundred years ago but I couldn’t do it. It felt so wrong. No one will ever compare to her.”

“Then you shouldn’t give up hope,” Elain said. “You don’t give up hope on those you love.”

Azriel did not reply. He simply looked back down at the ring once more. It was centuries old yet it still looked brand new. Azriel made sure that the silver band never tarnished. Made sure that the gem never stopped sparkling. It looked the same as the day he had slipped it onto her finger. Elain, sensing Azriel wished to no longer talk about the topic, returned back to her garden. 

Ever since Y/N had disappeared, Azriel had always felt like he had lost part of his soul, and he supposed he had. Y/N was everything to him. She was who he lived for. She was the one and only love he ever needed, ever wanted. The night the bond snapped for them was one Azriel would never forget. Even if he tried, he would never be able to forget it. The initial shock then the pure feeling of the love she sent him. For the first time in his life, Azriel knew what it was like to be loved so deeply and unconditionally. It did not matter whether he deserved it or not. When he was with Y/N, none of that mattered. All that mattered was him and her and the fact that they were together. 

As Azriel tucked the ring back into his breast pocket, a large surge of emotion was brought to life within him. He clutched at his chest. Azriel cried out.

“Azriel?” Elain questioned, shooting to her feet. “Are you okay?”

Her voice was muffled as Azriel continued to claw at his chest. Something was threatening to burst through. 

“Something is different,” he forced out. 

“Do I need to get anyone?” Elain asked. 

“Rhys,” Azriel said. “I need Rhys.”

Elain nodded and ran out of the garden and into the house in search of his brother.

Azriel tried to stand but fell to his knees immediately. He could barely breathe. The pressure in his chest was gradually increasing and he could not place the feeling anywhere. 

“I have Rhys,” Elain said, rushing back into the garden, Rhys following behind her. 

“Az, what’s wrong?” Rhys asked, kneeling down next to him. 

“I don’t know,” Azriel said, breathing heavily. “There is a pressure in my chest. I don’t know what it is.”

“What were you doing before it started?” Rhys asked.

“Telling–” Azriel cut himself off as he yelled out. The pressure was becoming worse and Azriel was sure that if he tried to repress it anymore, it would surely kill him. “Telling Elain about Y/N.”

“Is he going to be okay?” Elain asked quietly, standing a small distance away.

“Az, you need to relax,” Rhys said, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“I can’t,” Azriel said through gritted teeth. 

“The pressure will kill you if you don’t relax,” Rhys said sternly. “So, please, relax.”

Azriel met Rhy’s eyes and stopped clawing at his chest. The pain in his chest gradually got worse and worse. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. 

“Rhys,” Azriel whispered, his voice full of pain. “I can’t…”

“Yes you can,” Rhys said. “Just relax, Az.”

Azriel closed his eyes and relaxed his body, letting the pain overtake his body until he cried out once again. However as soon as he cried out, the pain stopped and a new feeling overtook his body. It was overwhelming and Azriel backed away from Rhys’s touch. 

“Azriel,” Rhys said. “What is it?”

“I don’t know. I can’t–”

Azriel cut himself off as a familiar feeling rose within him. This time he didn’t claw at his chest, he gently placed his hand upon it. The emotions he was feeling weren’t his. They were someone else’s. Azriel hadn’t felt this way in a long time. He had forgotten what it felt like. But it felt right. 

“The mating bond,” Azriel said. “I feel the mating bond.”

Even Rhys looked shocked as he looked at Azriel. “Are you sure?”

Azriel nodded. “I can feel it. I can feel her, Rhys.”

Tears sprung to Azriel’s eyes. He tugged on that bond that had lain dormant for four hundred years. It was weak though he felt her tug back. Azriel could have sobbed at that feeling alone. 

“Take me back to my home, Rhys,” Azriel said. 

The home Azriel shared with Y/N. He hadn’t entered it in a long time. He could never bring himself to. Every single time he tried, he couldn’t open the door. That house was the home he made with Y/N and Azriel did not want to be there if she wasn’t. 

“Are you sure?” Rhys asked.

“I’m sure,” Azriel said. “She is there, Rhys. I can feel it.”

Rhys nodded and winnowed them to the outside of Azriel’s home on the outskirts of Velaris. As soon as they arrived, Azriel could already smell the familiar scent of his mate. He pushed away from Rhys and opened the front door. 

And there she was.

Y/N stood in the middle of the room looking around with her hands on her hips. “You could have dusted, Az.”

Azriel simply couldn’t believe it. “Y/N? Are you really here?”

Y/N smiled softly and Azriel nearly collapsed right there. That smile was always in his dreams but seeing it again in person…

Azriel rushed over to her and scooped her in his arms as they both sank to the floor. Azriel couldn’t stop the sobs that came from him and neither could Y/N. The bond between them hummed happily. Four hundred years of being apart and now finally being reunited. It was something Azriel had given up on a long time ago. 

“How are you here?” Azriel mumbled, his sobs subsided but his tears didn’t. “I thought you were dead.”

Y/N pulled away from the hug and cupped Azriel’s cheeks and wiped away the tears. “You are exactly as I remember. It has been so long since I remembered what you looked like.”

“What do you mean?” Azriel asked. 

Y/N sighed and held onto Azriel tighter, as if she were afraid she was going to be taken once more. “The night I was taken, I was drugged, they wanted me for my power of healing and I refused to give in. They were bad men and I was not going to help them no matter how hard they tried to convince me. They drugged my food to make me compliant but the only thing I could think about was you and our bond. Once they realised who I was and who I was mated to, they gave me another drug. This time it was one to dampen the power of the mating bond. It made me stop feeling you.”

“I remember that night,” Azriel said. “I thought you blocked it off.”

Y/N shook her head. “Once the mating bond was dampened, they drugged me with something else. Over time I began to forget things, important things. My name, where I came from, my family, my friends…you.”

Azriel wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body flush against his. The sound of her heart beating was enough to bring a new surge of tears to his eyes. He never thought he would hear it again.

“They took me to a place on the continent, an entire city deep below ground with its own artificial sun and moon, whole fields and towns. Once I did not remember anything, they gave me a new identity and a whole new life.” 

“You didn’t remember me?” Azriel asked.

“I didn’t,” Y/N said sadly, threading her fingers in his hair. “But I always felt that there was a part of me missing. Even though the mating bond was repressed, I always felt that something was not quite right.”

Azriel’s heart fell. This whole time he had been in agony that his mate had been missing, while she did not remember him at all.  “How did you escape?” he asked. 

“If you believe me or not, there are good people in that community, incredible people,” Y/N said. “They helped me flush the drugs from my system and helped me remember who I once was.”

“The bond?” Azriel asked. “Did they help with that?”

Y/N shook her head. “Once the drugs were from my system and I was finally above ground, I felt you. I winnowed back here instantly. Consider me surprised when this house looks exactly the same as when I left four-hundred years ago.”

“I haven’t been able to come back here since you were taken,” Azriel whispered, his voice soft and vulnerable. 

Y/N caressed his face and wiped his tears away. “Oh, my darling. I am here now. Only if you still want me, of course.”

Azriel frowned. “Why wouldn’t I want you?”

“Az, my love, it has been four-hundred years. I would understand if you moved on in those years,” Y/N said. 

Azriel shook his head. “There has been no one else. I tried almost two centuries ago but I couldn’t do it. All I wanted was you.” When Azriel looked at her face again, he nearly burst into tears once more. It had been so long since he had looked into those loving eyes. The type of love he once thought he never deserved. “If you had found anyone, I would understand. You didn’t remember me.” Just that statement alone made Azriel hurt all over again. 

Y/N sighed a pained noise. “I won’t lie to you and say that there was no one, Azriel. There were a couple of people I have been with over the past four centuries.”

A new surge of tears streamed down Azriel’s cheeks as he gripped onto Y/N tighter. 

“But,” she continued, “there has been no one for many years and no one ever stuck around long. I could never fully commit. It was as if my body knew that it was wrong. I did like a few people but I never loved them. I could never love anyone more than I love you.”

“I never want you to go anywhere again,” Azriel whispered into her hair. “I missed you so much.”

Azriel’s fingers tangled in her hair as he rested his forehead against hers. Her soft breath fanned his face and Azriel swore he could nearly faint. Her scent, her touch, her breath. They were all things Azriel never thought he would ever witness again. 

“I am never going anywhere again,” Y/N mumbled. “I will remain beside you forever, my love.”

Azriel reluctantly unwrapped one hand from around Y/N and reached into his pocket and pulled out her ring. Y/N gasped once she saw it. 

“You kept it?” She asked.

“Of course I kept it,” Azriel said. “I always have it on me. It was the only thing I had that reminded me of you.”

Y/N wiped her tears away as Azriel took her hand gently in hers and slid the ring onto her finger. “Perfect,” he whispered.

Y/N looked him in the eyes. The love she held within them was something Azriel never forgot. He would see them in his dreams and nightmares. It was something he never thought he would see in person again. 

“Can I kiss you?” Azriel asked, almost afraid of the answer. 

Y/N smiled. “Az, I am your mate and your wife. There might have been a four century gap in our relationship but those two facts do not change. I love you. Of course you can kiss me. Kiss me until you can’t anymore.”

The shadowsinger smiled. “Then I’m afraid we will be here a while.”

Azriel finally kissed his mate and wife for the first time in four hundred years. 

[engr4veq]

《 Over Your Head.. 🍿🌸

Regina George x reader

Warnings: Absolutely nothing except fluff. 🍦

The click of heels echo off of polished tiles as the three of the plastics walk beside you. Their chatter only adds to the brief passing of multiple conversations from the other people in the mall, and the occasional sound of a child making noise. You were forced into a shopping day with the plastics, and you didn’t really mind because you got to see the gorgeous blonde queen bee, Regina George. As you walk, they gossip about something you’re ‘out of the loop’ with before Regina looks over her shoulder at you. She studies you for a moment.

“You’re quiet today…” She said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she slowed her pace to match yours. Karen and Gretchen were a few steps ahead, giggling over a display they saw at a boutique ahead.

You shook your head, giving her a faint smile. “It’s nothing.” You said.

“Oh my god! Isn’t that like so cute?” Karen said as she pointed at a dress on display, Gretchen nodding in agreement. “Yes! It would look so fetch on you!”

Regina glanced at the dress, barely catching the colour before the looked at you again. Your eyes flickered up to meet hers in question. She tilted her head and smirked. “Oh, come on. You can tell me.” She said, leaning closer as her shoulder brushes against you, her voice playful on purpose. “I mean, if I were the reason you’re distracted, you could just say so.”

You blink at her and shake your head. “Distracted..? What are you talking about?”

Her smirk faltered for a split second before she recovered, leaning in slightly again. “Yeah. Like, maybe I’m.. too much to handle..” She teases and raises a brow, letting out a slight laugh.

You furrow your brows. “Too much to what? Are you talking about the thing Karen pointed out earlier, because I wasn’t looking..”

Regina paused mid step and looked at you as if you were hopeless. “Wow,” She said, her voice mocking offence. “Way to kill my vibe.”

Regina then smirks again, opening her mouth to speak before Karen chimes in.

“Regina, which one should I paint my nails with later?” Karen tilts her head, showing a nail polish set.

Regina dismisses her and glances at you again. “Whatever, Karen. Either one is fine. Ask Gretchen.”

She then turns to you with a small shake of her head, her entertainment faint in her eyes. “You know,” She glances at your lips, “You’re so oblivious, it’s almost cute.”

“What?” You look up from your phone, not paying attention.

“Nothing.” She shoots back and shrugs her shoulders before smirking. “Come on, let’s go find more stuff.”

You nod and follow her.

~💄

The moon casted a soft glow on the streets below, some even seeping into Regina’s room. After coming back from shopping earlier today, the blonde’s room smelled of popcorn and fruity lip gloss, but instead of the regular music from the stereo, you all decided to watch a horror movie. Gretchen, Karen, Regina and you lounge comfortably on Regina’s bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets. The dim light from the laptop casts a faint glow on all of your faces in the darkness of the room. Gretchen thought it was a good idea to turn off the lights claiming it would be more ‘fetch.’

“Why are we watching horror anyway..” Regina asks herself as her leg brushes against yours from her shifting.

“Gretchen, can you like pass the popcorn?” Karen hums from under her blanket as she hugs Gretchen’s arm, a bit scared. Gretchen places a bowl of popcorn between them and rubs soothing circles on the brunettes shoulder.

The tension starts to build in a certain scene. The characters appear to be walking in a cemetery in the dead of a winter night.

“Oh my god, WHY would you go there?!” Gretchen cringes and bites her nails slightly. Karen’s face twists into subtle fear and Regina’s brows knit as she shuffles closer to you, clearly uncomfortable.

“Guys maybe we should watch something—” Karen’s voice trails off as everyone stiffens.

There was a twist, then a crack.

Suddenly, the rotting face of a dead character flashes on screen and before you could even register the shock, several shrieks and curses are heard throughout the bedroom. You widen your eyes as Regina tightly grips your arm, her freshly painted nails biting into your skin as she pulls you closer to her. The momentum makes your hand land on her thigh as you stiffen, your heart rate spiking. Karen flinches and clings onto Gretchen, as the brunette does the same to her. You don’t even register the jump-scare, too focused blonde’s proximity.

“Shit..” Regina sighs and leans away slightly before clearing her throat and flipping her hair over her shoulder, “Oh my god, that was NOT okay..” Regina mutters, trying to play off her scream. “I don’t like horror movies..” Karen still stares wide eyed at the screen even with Gretchen’s hair running through her hair and glances at you noticing you barely reacted.

“Woah.. You barely even like flinched? That’s so fetch! Right, Regina?” Gretchen said.

No, you definitely flinched. Its was just.. internal.

You feel the blonde tense and give Gretchen a sharp glare, still not having moved away from you since the jump-scare.

Gretchen and Karen knew about Regina’s crush on you for a few months now. They giggle at her every attempt to flirt with you, but most of it doesn’t click for you.

“Gretchen, ‘fetch’ isn’t going to happen.” Regina scoffs, avoiding the question. You glance up at her as you move your hand from her thigh. She feels the shift in weight and locks eyes with you, smirking. You feel the pressure of your heart beat more prominent on your chest.

“Thanks not for not screaming, loser.” She said, her voice mocking you as if it were a compliment, twirling a lock of your hair in between her painted finger tips. You nod quickly, not trusting yourself not to have a voice crack.

Hearing snippets of the conversation, Karen looks over her shoulder and freezes, her eyes going wide as she took in the scene. “Oh my god,” she whispered and nudged Gretchen, who looked up, her jaw dropped slightly.

“Regina,” Gretchen said slowly, snapping the blonde out of her trance, “What— are you doing?”

Regina didn’t even glance at them.

“Nothing,” she said casually, letting the strand of your hair slip from her fingers like it was a normal occurrence for her, but you noticed a tint of pink dust her cheeks.

Karen grinned, her eyes flickering between the two of you as if she’s watching a show. “Are you, like, flirting with her right now?”

“I’m not flirting.” Regina snapped, finally looking at Karen with a warning glare, but her cheeks were still red.

Gretchen smirked, enjoying herself a bit too much. “Sure you’re not,” She muttered under her breath, also earning a glare from the blonde.

You blinked, pausing the movie as you look up at the exchange, “Wait— what’s happening?”

“Nothing.” Regina says quickly before Gretchen and Karen can say anything else.

Karen, never the one to ‘read the room’ leans closer to Gretchen and fake whispers. “She totally has a crush..”

“KAREN!” Regina hissed and glared at the blonde again before getting up and storming out the room.

“Wait? Crush? On who?” You widen your eyes as the sparkle with curiosity. Gretchen looks dumbfounded.

“Oh my god, are you being serious?” She huffs out a laugh as Karen giggles.

“What..” You sit up straighter, looking confused, “Tell me.”

“It’s like obviously.. you.” Karen giggles again and you blank for a few seconds. You feel your face warm up and furrow your brows.

“What— no.” You mutter.

“What— yes! It was so obvious!” Gretchen says and sits up straight before resting her hands on both of your shoulders.

“You need to go and talk to her.” Gretchen says as she shakes your shoulders. You hear Karen chanting ‘Do it’ in the background and shift slightly.

“Fine.”

Both girls squeal and follow you out of the bedroom, our footsteps quiet. Gretchen’s hands are on your shoulders and Karen’s hands are on Gretchen’s shoulders as you descend the staircase. You look to the side and catch a glimpse of blonde hair in the kitchen. Gretchen lightly pushes me forward as we all peek from behind the wall. She leans against the counter with crossed arms, her pink tank top and shorts hugging her body as the moonlight traces her jaw. Her lashes flutter as she looks at the ground, her blonde hair frames her face, and her lips are fixed into a frown.

Your heart stops.

You feel a push and hear the retreating rush of footsteps and giggles as the two run away. You stiffen as Regina’s eyes snap to you. You swallow and watch her straighten up.

“Hey..” She mutters, her voice soft as she looks at you.

You looked like an idiot. Your mouth opened, but nothing comes out. You just feel your face warm up again.

“They told you, didn’t they.” Regina said as she fully leans off of the counter and walks towards you. When she stood close, she tilted her head and took in your flustered face.

“Yeah..” You swallow and let out a slight exhale. “I.. You like me..?”

Regina glances at your lips for a second before clearing her throat and nodding with confidence. “Yeah. I do.”

You smile slightly at her and nod. “I like you too, bee.”

Regina’s eyes light up, and her heart flutters at the nickname, but only for a moment before she masked it with a smirk. “Of course you do.”

You furrowed your brows, your heart sinking a bit. “Uh.. What..?”

Regina rolls her eyes dramatically, stepping closer again. The scent of her perfume sends you into a daze, making it hard to focus. “I mean, come on. Look at me.” She said and gestured to herself, “I’d be concerned if you didn’t like me.”

Your heart picks up pace again and you nod. “U- uhm— Yeah, mhm..”

“Relax,” she whispered, placing a hand on your arm, “I was kidding. Mostly.”

She leaned in slightly more, her smirk softening into a genuine smile. “So, you really like me..”

You shiver a bit and nod, your saliva getting stuck in your throat. “Yeah— I do.”

Her smile widened, not being the usual sharpness. “Good.” She said simply, her fingers brushing down your arm before taking your jaw into her fingers.

Your breath hitched as your eyes flicker over her face, lingering on her lips. She chuckled a bit and scratched a finger under your chin before pulling it away.

“Let’s get back to that movie..” She teased as she looked over her shoulder.

Your eyes flickered with disappointment, but it disappears as she quickly presses her lips against yours. The kiss was fleeting, but you two couldn’t stay in the kitchen forever.

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[jyoongim]

BLOOD & BLISS

Human!Alastor x wife!Reader

Themes: 1930 based! Human!Alastor x wife!Reader, domestic life! fluff, smut, devotion, slight manipulation, mention of children, pregnancy,  blood, murder, secrets 

Chapter four chapter six

Chapter Five

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Something smelled.

Every time you entered the kitchen, a putrid scent would assault your nose.

You didnt know where the smell was coming from, but you were determined to find it.

You had cleaned every inch of the kitchen, thinking it was some old food you had failed to dispose of.

But it still lingered.

You followed your nose, trying to locate the smell.

It led you to the cellar.

Did some animal get in and die from the heat? You mentally groaned at the thought at having to find some decomposed vermin and having to clean it up.

You held your reflex to gag as you descended the stairs. God it was rancid.

You didnt even bother to turn on the light as you traveled down to investigate. You looked around and from what you could see nothing was out of the ordinary.

But there was trash bags stuffed in a corner.

Alastor usually did well in making sure the trash didnt overflow, but you guess he had forgot.

Mustve been the deer you thought as you grabbed the bags and tried to move them.

But one bag was all too heavy for you to carry.

You huffed and grabbed at it again, thinking that carrying it at a different angle would help, but the contents of the bag shifted and must have not been sealed properly as something spilled out.

Cold, slimy liquid splashed your bare feet and you cringed.

This was definitely what was causing the smell.

Your stomach did flips as the smell assaulted your senses.

You figured you needed the light and made your way to find the switch.

Now seeing your surroundings clearly, you turned to see where you left the bag and froze.

Red. 

That’s what your eyes registered first. 

Thick red liquid was leaking out of the bag and when you approached further to the dumped contents your blood ran cold.

Was that a hand?

You felt bile rush into your throat.

There must be some mistake…what was a…a body doing in your cellar?

You shook your head and waddled back up the stairs.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You were frazzled.

You poured yourself a glass of water. Maybe there was an explanation for this. There had to be right?

You took a deep breath. There was a body in your cellar. There was a dead person in your cellar. Could you even consider them a person? The state they were in…

Your eyes drifted to the pot on the stove. You approached the pot and opened it. The beef stew Alastor made. You sniffed it.

It smelled normal.

You picked up a piece of meat and examined it.

It didnt look like any meat you knew.

Your stomach curled as realization dawned on you.

Your husband had fed you human meat…

Your head was in the trash can before you knew it. Throwing up the water you had just sipped.

NO NO NO. NO NONO NO NO

You made your way to your pager, the line beeped and the deep brawl of your husband answered “Honey! Is everything ok? Im kind of busy”

You were panting, shock settling in you “I-I just wanted to know if you could come home straight from work today?”

The man chuckled “Of course dear. Why don’t you rest a bit you sound rattled” you bid him goodbye and sat on the couch.

Theres no way this was happening…

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Alastor quirked a brow when you didn’t come to greet him home.

The house was dimly lite except for the kitchen.

He smiled and found you sitting at the table, rubbing your swollen belly.

”You’re not indulging in a late night drink are you my dear?” He nodded towards the bottle of whiskey and glass in front of you.

You jumped slightly, having not heard him come home.

You quickly gathered yourself and have a shaky smile “of c-course not. I thought after a long week you would like to whine down”

He let out a low hum and made himself a glass.

Alastor noticed how you seemed…nervous.

You didn’t met his gaze and fidgeted in your seat.

”What’s troubling you cherie?” He asked downing the drink.

You wanted to blurt out and question him about the thing in your cellar, but you didnt know how he would react.

You had to wait for the right moment.

So you shook your head with a smile “Baby been giving me trouble that’s all. Didn’t realize how much I missed doing simple things without being out of breathe”

He laughed and leaned to place a kiss on your temple, a large hand over your very big bump. “You should take it easy. I told you you ain’t have to do anything. Just sit pretty and grow our child”

Your heart buzzed. 

There was no way your husband, your Alastor was a killer.

Maybe the hormones was making you delirious.

Maybe it really WAS just a deer carcass.

But you were certain you saw right…

”Did you clean today? You know chemicals aren’t good for you to be around. You shouldn’t be putting unnecessary stress on yourself darlin”

You pouted, wrinkling your nose “Something was rotten. You know how I feel about my kitchen Al.”

If you didnt know your husband, you wouldnt have noticed when he tensed up, but as quickly as it happened, it passed.

”Rotten?” He asked, face frowning.

You nodded “I threw out the strew, I think it went bad”

Alastor’s fingers drummed on your stomach and then he shrugged.

”guess Ill have to do better next time” he pulled you up and lead you unstairs to rest for the night.

”Guess Ill have to do better next time” what did that mean?

You had got dressed for bed and settled beside Alastor who pulled you to snuggle into his side.

You let out a yawn, eyes getting heavy “Al?”

He hummed in acknowledgment as he looked over some scripts.

“You would tell me if something was troubling you right?”

He glanced down to see you looking at him.

”Of course dear why?”

You shook your head, closing your eyes 

“Nothing just wondering”

Your soft snores filled the room and Alastor let out a sigh as he set down the papers.

He slipped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen.

He looked around. While he had made sure to thoroughly clean up his mess, your cleaning was another level.

He sniffed and nothing but chemicals greeted his senses.

Something was rotten

Could you have…

He made his way down into the cellar. Flicking the light on, his eyes scanned the room.

The black trash bags were still in place.

His eyes narrowed noticing the red liquid coming from th bag.

Oh that just wont do.

He hauled the bag over his shoulder and went into the backyard.

Alastor wouldnt let his clean reality be faltered by his sinful deeds.

After all…

you didn’t need to know your husband dirty little secret….

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Hi Jyoongim here !

I am at the point of the story where everything is now about to shit and dont know how long this story will be. Im thinking at least five more chapters (They will be long) but who knows. Blood and Bliss WILL have a second series, but until then…i would like to address something…. The next few chapters will have heavy themes. As a black writer i feel it is important that I show the history of my people and what African Americans had to deal with in the early centuries in the South United States. With that being said; be mindful and open-minded about the themes that will appear in the next few chapters Thank you

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[mambodork]

You answered how each of the hoa buttercups found out about each other, but how do the other hermits react? Is there anyone oblivious to about hoa situation? (I think skizz would be, he would just think mumbo, grian and scar were the normal amount of weird and go ok to anything)

OH, what a fun question! I haven't been thinking too much about this but I'll try my best...

I think after Grian found out about Mumstache he would go straight to Iskall to complain (or maybe prank him along w Mumstache's help). Iskall would just end up laughing his ass off. Like, straight up losing it.

and then it's revealed later on that Grian is ALSO a little guy and Iskall loses it once again, he thinks this is the most hilarious shit that has ever happened ever.

For a more angsty reaction, I'm assuming everyone who knows Grian before his "ascension" AKA the Evo people would be quite mixed emotions at best. Like this guy you've known pretty well dissapears for a bit and then you meet him again and it's pretty cool except for the fact he is now some otherworldly god-thing space spaghetti who has to keep making himself new bodies cuz his old one got destroyed. Like, happy you're not dead man, but what the fuck. Anyways, angsty reunions are always kinda a given in watcher Grian stuff so!! Yeah, not much difference in there!!

I like to imagine Joel and Lizzie to be kinda grossed out by it... like imagine them seeing this weird alien brain creature and facial hair and also blue evil fairy and their face cringes and they just go "eugh..."

Stress would probably find them the cutest little thing ever.

Etho would probably be a little freaked out, i think? Like he would awkwardly just stand there looking at these totally weird & creepy creatures and pretend he's 100% okay with it. Meanwhile Bdubs would just be vocally terrified. Like screams and points whenever he sees them wandering around type thing.

[churrobird]

guys can i have a category 7 autism event. will you put up with my cringe.

rospierce slay the princess au/route!!!!!! because GOD i love slay the princess

(slay the princess spoilers under the cut! i won't be talking about the overarching story (but there is a brief reference to the characters involved in it at the end), but i will be referencing and taking inspiration from certain routes in StP, including ones from the Pristine Cut DLC!)

You're on a path in the woods, and at the end of that path is a castle, and in the basement of that castle is an Architect. You're here to slay her. If you don't, it will be the end of the world.

yep! as it is the easiest option, i am calling this au "Slay the Architect". i only have one route really... planned in my mind, but i think a lot of different angles could be done with this, just like the original game!

currently, the route i have is The Architect -> The Castle Keep -> The Heart of the Kingdom

Chapter 1: The Architect

the start of the "game", its pretty much like the start of slay the princess, except clownpierce is here. clown finds himself on a path in the woods. he's told by a voice in his head (that definitely isnt badboyhalo. guys do you ever think about evil circus (thats their duo name right?? pretty sure it is)) that he needs to slay the architect that lives in the castle.

i dont think clown would really buy into the whole "she'll end the world" thing, but he is an experienced assassin. he's not gonna question a client as long as he gets paid. bad promises that he'll get his reward after he slays the Architect, and he's satisfied after some negotiating on payment.

from there, it's pretty straightforward to how you would get The Spectre route in StP. clown rocks up to the castle, finds the basement, finds the Architect chained up. ros tries to threaten him to back off, and he doesnt even bother with a response as he just efficiently stabs her. clean, precise, no-nonsense. that's how he operates his business endeavors. he's a little thrown off by her not even struggling before dying, but he's seen every reaction to being murdered you could possibly imagine. false confidence isnt that weird, honestly.

and then, of course, he goes upstairs and tries to exit the castle, only to find the world is gone. he immediately starts threatening bad for betraying him, and is furious when bad says he never lied to clown; this is the "reward" he was promised, after all!

eventually, the voice of the hero speaks up, and tells clown he can get him out of this, as long as he just trusts him. clown agrees because what else is there to do, and hero takes over his body to stab himself, and moves on to the next chapter

(BY THE WAY. i have this entire thing in my head about the different trsmp members being the different voices? and im pretty dead-set on sneeg being the voice of the hero stand-in because YEAHHHH 3/3 LOSA!!!!!!!! also. i dont think he'd be called "the voice of the hero", since fairytale heroism is... not clown's default state of reasoning. genuinely sneeg would be most alike to the voice of the skeptic, as both sneeg and clown are very questioning people when Something Is Afoot. i dont know what sneeg's title would be? i'm considering "Voice of the Alchemist", as a reference to the twohickey and alchemy being a field of study both sneeg and clown share. also clown's "default voice" in such a confusing situation being a scientist who wants to cut through all the bullshit and find what's really going on is very in line for him.)

Chapter 2: The Castle Keep

so. according to google. the keep of the castle is defined as "the strongest and most fortified part of a medieval castle, serving as the last refuge in case of a siege or attack, and often housing the lord's residence"

EHEHEHEHEHEHEH

so, The Castle Keep is based off The Spectre and The Wild. after being killed in her own castle, the Architect's spirit has merged with the very walls she built. and she is threatened. this stranger, this archmage, had walked into her home and slayed her without remorse, or even a word towards her, and she will enact bloody retribution to defend the castle; to defend herself. this is an attack upon her walls, and she will see to it that the threat is eliminated.

clown and the voice of the alchemist are joined by The Voice of the Scapegoat (its pili 1!!! his whole thing is that killing the Architect was a necessary evil, and who cares that she's pissed about it. if she didnt die, then the entire world would. anyone wouldve done it, clown was just the unlucky sucker who had to. very much reflective of how pili 1 was the one who stepped up to kill for red, and was hated for it despite it being necessary so him and all his teammates wouldnt lose a life.)

the Castle Keep tries to kill clown as soon as he enters the castle again. immediately tries to drop a rock on him, or something, because the castle is her body and she can control it at will. he navigates the castle, dodging the very building he's in attempts to try to kill him. voice of the scapegoat is telling him to find the Architect immediately so he can kill her again, while voice of the alchemist tells him to actually talk to her this time and figure out what's going on.

clown talks to the Castle Keep while she's trying to kill him, and she finally starts relenting enough to entertain conversation. because she's hurt. she was killed for so suddenly and for seemingly no reason, and now her murderer has returned and is effectively running around inside her body. she doesnt know him. she doesnt know if he's going to hurt the castle like he hurt her. she wanted him gone before he could hurt anything else. and she wants to know why he would do such a thing for her. he tells her about the whole "ending the world" thing, which she tells him that she has no idea if she can or not. he tells her about the whole "well he paid me and im an assassin so of course i did my job" thing and weirdly enough, she laughs. she thinks its really funny in a morbid kinda way. so they bond about that.

the thing is though.... the Castle Keep was effectively tearing herself apart to kill clown. pillars falling to crush him, chunks of the wall falling out to also crush him, the floor cracking open to try and drop him into the abyss. with how much she's torn herself apart, she can't control herself from crumbling the rest of the way. right as theyre finally seeing eye to eye, rubble falls and crushes clown under it. the Castle Keep wails, screaming that she didn't mean to do that, that she's sorry, that she's trying so hard to move the foundation that once was hers, was her, but cannot anymore. clown slowly bleeds to death, but before he dies, he tells her that he is sorry, and it's only fair for her to kill him after he killed her.

Chapter 3: The Heart of the Kingdom

so welcome to chapter 3, the Heart of the Kingdom! this chapter is based off of The Wounded Wild, Happily Ever After, and the Thorn

the gang is joined by the Voice of the Penitent (aimsey, who expresses guilt over having hurt the Architect so callously without even considering how she felt about it, or considering that she was her own person and not just a hit to take out. aimseys role is reflective of how pre-death aimsey was very dismissive of ros' feelings and agency in the pursuit of doing what they believed to be the right thing to do for her)

clown approaches the castle again, and finds it a wreck. the damage the Castle Keep did to herself seems to have carried over, but there seems to be even more damage. banners ripped and torn down, deep gouges in the floors and walls like axe strikes, chunks mined out of the stairs.

clown eventually finds the Heart of the Kingdom not in the basement, but in the throne room. she's once more a human woman, not a spirit who lives in and lives as the very walls around them. she's sitting on the throne, but her demeanor is entirely unlike a queen. her face is puffy and red from crying, streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. she's hunched over, hugging herself, staring blankly at the floor with dead eyes. she's wearing a crown, a fancy dress, fit for a queen, but it seems so ill-fitting on her, like someone had dressed up a doll.

the Heart looks up at him, and doesn't say anything except for scooting over a little. clown sits down next to her, the throne big enough to fit them both. another thing that made her seem so small.

they sit in silence for a while, and then the Heart begins to speak.

she tells him that she built herself out of the violence he inflicted on her. he attacked her, and so she sought to attack in turn. he had come into her home, the very castle she built, and hurt its architect. but she doesnt want to seek revenge anymore. the damage she inflicted on her castle, herself, in pursuit of retribution was a million times worse than what he had done to her. her very self was as shattered as the building around them.

an eye for an eye, she says, echoing his final words. he killed her, so she killed him, even if accidentally. they could be even, she says, but wouldn't he have a reason to pay that back? couldnt he kill her again for killing him when they had finally gotten along? she would probably be angry enough to, if she wasnt so tired and hurt.

clown says he could, but he stands by what he said. they're even. to kill her now would to just spiral further into an endless loop of violence. it's unnecessary. he knows how to pick his battles. taking on a fight that brings you nothing, means nothing, is just a stupid way to potentially get yourself killed.

they lapse into silence. and then the Heart finally asks him who he is. he's still a stranger to her, despite all of what they've been through together. so they talk. he tells her about his studies as an archmage, a few fun facts about himself, but not much with depth. he's still a very private person, and she's right- they're strangers. strangers with a tumultuous short history, but strangers nonetheless. he'll make the steps to get to know her now, but he won't reveal everything right off the bat. he never would've.

the Heart can't tell him much about herself. she simply doesnt know who she is. she was an Architect, wasn't she? she built this castle. but she's the only person she's ever seen in it. while he was gone, in the moments before he returned to the castle, she had explored it. there are furnished rooms, personalized with color, but she doesn't know who she built them for. the castle is desolate. things that should be familiar to her aren't. it should be full of life, but theres no lights on. it's just her. and the castle is as empty as her memory. maybe it really is her.

eventually, clown asks her what she wants, and despite everything, she says she wants to go outside. the castle hurts, and maybe it would finally stop hurting if she left- even for just a little while. she's never seen the grounds, even though she's sure that she built that too. how strange that is.

they walk outside, and stare up at the sky in the garden. the Heart hopes this can be a fresh start for them. she says she finally feels at peace, but didn't expect it to feel so cold.

and thats when she gets taken by a bunch of hands

(idk who the shifting mound would be in this au. foolish, probably? i know bad is the narrator, but im imagining a kinda-sorta different scenario from StP where bad is the narrator and the long quiet because some fuckshit is happening with the overarching plot of Slay the Architect)

BUT YEAH. god its really fun to write rospierce with the perspective that they're complete strangers at the start of each route. they basically speedrun getting to know each other every time. usually with murder involved. also can i mention that it feels so weird to write clown inflicting violence upon ros. it feels so incorrect. but he DOESNT KNOW HER so why would he feel remorse about that. i imagine that with each route played, he starts developing this subconscious feeling that gets stronger and stronger that he Should Not Hurt Her. and mans definitely freaks out about why the hell does he feel this instinctual protectiveness and care for this woman he has never seen before in his life.

i also feel like its very interesting to explore the themes of the cycle of violence with them. tr!ros already has those themes, but its odd to see it depicted between rospierce. clown usually has absolutely no guilt for hurting people, so it's a curveball for him to actually feel sorry for hurting the Architect. and for the Architect, hurting and violence was all she knew when he killed her (basically speedran tr!ros' violent tendencies), so she doesnt know how to stop unless she's too hurt to keep going on. and then they get to talk about it together!!! yay!!!!!

(also... since the Heart of the Kingdom is based off the thorn... and im a filthy rospierce shipper... lowkey kinda want them to kiss. i dont think it would make narrative sense for who they are and what they just went through. but maybe the Heart gives clown a little kiss on his mask. for me.)

[theplutodeity]

hii!! could you write anything fluff related with rengoku?? thank you so much in advance! 💓

of course! thank you for the request!! ❤️ Apologies for taking so long!! 🙏

Umai..? — UMAI!!

Rengoku x Reader — Fluff

SUMMARY: in which you finally get some time to eat a meal with an old friend of yours.

WORD COUNT: 2.3K

It was a slow day today, mainly because you didn’t have a mission today. It was weird, in all honesty. You often were out completing more missions than the average slayer per day, and suddenly you don’t have a single mission? Huffing, you scratch your head in irritation of what’s possibly going on, seriously: you might hate demons or whatever, but you don’t hate money.

The day itself wasn’t that bad, the sun was shining and birds all around were having a delightful conversation: except for maybe one or two, they seemed to be having an argument… Kasugai crows, they’re either a blessing or a curse to your life. Which reminded you of something, these crows don’t take as long as the normal messenger pigeon, getting messages around asap. You looked to where your own crow was perched, clicking your tongue a few times to grab their attention. Noticing your dire need for them, they flew over and huffed, similarly to how you did so earlier. 

“Do you think we could head over to the Rengoku Estate?” You asked, scratching the underside of their chin. The crow hummed before waiting for you to continue on. “Perhaps I could send a letter?” You suggested once more, to which the bird happily nodded towards. 

A letter… That couldn’t be too hard to write! You weren’t often on the giving side of letters, more often on the receiving side. Mashing up words onto a piece of paper wasn’t really something you had time for, anyway.

You notice that there’s a nearby inn, as you were on a walk with nothing to do earlier, and quickly entered it. Thankfully it was one that was slayer-inclusive, quickly thanking the innkeeper, you settle down and get to writing. You wondered why your left arm kept throbbing, though. You recall hitting it during a fight but never paid too much attention to it due to the urge to keep fighting throughout the past few days. Shrugging, you kept thinking, what to write?

To the Rengoku Family— Already a bit odd. You knew of Kyojurou’s father and his changes, you didn’t really want to include him in this.

Dear Kyojurou— A bit personal? First names were taken seriously, what if Shinjuro or Kyojurou’s adorable little brother opened the letter, instead? They’d jump into conclusions, especially that drunkard. He had nothing much to do, you suppose. Dead wife, dead life. 

You mentally slapped yourself for that, shaking your head. You quietly muttered an apology to Kyojurou’s mother, before continuing your letter.

To the Rengoku siblings— Inclusive to the ones you liked. Nothing personal and nothing that included the drunkard. You continued on.

To the Rengoku siblings, 

I hope this letter finds you in good health, It’s been a while since we’ve all met together, and I’d like to propose a meeting for us to greet and talk as it’ll be nice seeing you both. 

If Kyojurou is off on a mission, I am still more than happy to spend time with Senjurou, you both are enjoyable to be around after all. 

Please don’t rush your decision, and let me know within two days whether you’d like to accept or decline my arrival. 

Live long, (Full name).

You placed a harsh dot at the end, cringing at how oddly worded it was, but at the same time you gave barely more than half a fuck about how to write letters properly. Clicking your tongue, like you did before, your bird hopped over to collect your rolled up letter: placing it into it’s small carrier under their neck. You gave the bird a small peck on the head, storing wisteria in their locket as you changed it out weekly, just to make sure they stayed safe.

Demons would do anything for more information on slayers.

The crow bid you farewell, returning the peck to your hand, softly given. Stretching, you took the clothes the old woman gave you earlier and changed into it, your arm still bothering you. You debated on asking for a doctor, but decided you’ll ask tomorrow or see one in town. 

After a hearty meal and a few hours of leg exercises, you decide to tuck yourself into bed, expecting your bird to come back the next morning. After all, you were far out. However, a knock at your room’s door caught your attention, blinking a few times: your heart began to race. 

It wasn’t uncommon for a demon to knock to seem friendly, before attacking the person inside of their room. It was apart of their game. They were natural hunters. You gulped, standing up and trying to listen for any abnormal sounds, grabbing your nichirin sword and holding it tight. You slammed the door open—

Just to be met by a terrified doctor’s face.

You sighed in relief, the doctor realizing that they may have scared you and apologizing. Apparently it’s normal for these type of inns to get doctors to check slayers within the first day of rest. So, you allowed for the doctor to look you over, deciding you might as well mention the issue with your left arm. Turns out, it was fractured due to the previous demon. You cursed them out mentally, demons always caused you inconveniences, more than humans themselves…

Suddenly, tapping on the window was heard. You whipped your head around, almost knocking down the doctor. You were met with the sight of your crow back so soon, a new letter in their carrier. You could tell, as there was the Rengoku signature stamped onto the edge of the paper. 

You pardoned yourself from your checkup, your doctor just muttering something about overly rash slayers. But excused you, telling that all you need was some medicine that he’ll give in the morning, and leaving. Most likely fed up by you.

You didn’t care though.

“Hi there buddy, what’d you get for me, hm? Did you convince the Rengoku siblings to let me come with those beady eyes of yours for me? Hmm?” You cooed at the bird, petting them as you opened the small carrier on their collar. You carefully opened the letter, and proceeded to read.

To my dearest, (Name),

It’s most definitely a pleasure to hear from you after multiple long months! The Rengoku Estate would be delighted to have you come here after so long, so please meet soon! If possible, tomorrow! Senjurou has mentioned you many times in your absence, however he is a bit busy with the butterfly sisters in assisting some people! If it doesn’t clash with any of your upcoming missions, may you stay for a day or two? 

Your best buddy,

Kyojurou Rengoku.

P.S. I’ve fed Funimobu and added much more wisteria to his stock! I’m sure he’s still full, if not, then that crow surely is like us! Haha! 

You found yourself smiling at his letter, laying back down on your bed on the floor. You grinned to yourself, you were finally meeting Kyojurou Rengoku after so long, and he’s invited you to stay over at his home. 

You looked to where your bird was, and to no surprise: he was fast asleep.

You decided to do the same, you had a big journey tomorrow.

You had woken up early, as planned, and were happily on your way to the estate. You didn’t exactly grow up in the Rengoku Estate, but you did visit often which was because your families were well acquainted due to your ancestor’s friendship, or that’s what you were told. You partially didn’t believe it, friendships couldn’t last that long. However, it filled in the gap of why your families were so close. So you never bothered too much about it.

It took a couple of hours to travel to the estate, and god were you exhausted. But you still haven’t received a new mission, which began to concern you even further. Why has there been a lack of missions? Has something happened to the master? Did all demons suddenly disappear?

You really couldn’t put your finger on it, there was a lingering feeling in your stomach that there was something wrong.

However, all those feelings went away as soon as the sight of the Rengoku estate washed over your sight, your breath having been taken away by the nostalgia of the estate. It really did feel like it’s been a long time.

Staring at the shoji doors, you knocked harshly onto the wood. Before proceeding to yell:

“Excuse me! Are any of the Rengokus inside? It’s (full name)!”

You could already hear footsteps halfway through your yelling, no doubt your partially deaf friend rushing to open the entrance and see you. He was good at being quiet, having years of practice, so it was obvious he was being loud on purpose to let you know he was the one opening the door. 

That, or you’ve memorised their footsteps and you’re just bargaining with yourself.

In contrast to the man’s loud footsteps, the entrance to the estate softly opened. You (raise/lower) your head, your eyes meeting with bright and curious colours. Kyojurou Rengoku’s eyes. You grin, Kyojurou quickly matching your joy. 

“(First name)! You’re just on time! I’ve finally mastered the perfect bento box combination!” Kyojurou exclaimed, he sounded loud to others: but to him? He sounded as if he was speaking normally. He was hard of hearing due to a demon that had a certain blood demon art that almost turned him deaf. Hence, his loud tone.

However, you didn’t mind.

You never minded when it came to Kyojurou. He was a pure soul.

“Really? Perfect, I was getting hungry!” You matched Kyojurou’s enthusiasm, his volume too. He heard you perfectly and smiled even wider, his smile similar to an owl's general expression. It brought you warmth.

“Very good! It is wonderful to see your hunger hasn’t died down, (Name)! It truly satiates my worries, we have not seen each other for a good amount of time, that is true, no?” Kyojurou started a conversation immediately, allowing you to follow him throughout his home. Senjurou’s sweeping was unheard of, as his presence was absent. 

“That’s true. It eases me to see you doing so well, Kyojurou! You haven’t changed a bit.” You smiled, seeing the skin on his face somehow untouched. Yours, however, had a few scabs and scars. Your body too. However, it never bothered you too much. You knew it would happen.

“Hahaha! I’m glad my unchanging form relaxes you. You can sit outside, I’ve set up a mat for us to sit and eat on!” Kyojurou stopped near the kitchen, letting you take a step in front of him so he could easily pat your lower back. Encouraging you to go to the back porch. 

Nodding, you did as he told you to. Opening the shoji doors that led outside, being met with the sight of a well decorated area. There was a mat, a tea set, wooden circles built to keep any hot dishes on top of it, and two cushions set for the both of you. Smiling, you set your shoes aside and carefully sat down, fixing your (skirt/pants) so you looked a bit presentable despite your tired body begging you to just not care.

You stared at his garden, the flowers and trees as strong and youthful as they seemed back when you were a child. You heard shuffling, sometimes you could barely hear people talk— for reasons you were unsure of— but you could pick up on little noises or faraway conversations easily. 

Kyojurou sat down next to you, his legs tucked under his body in a respectful manner. Having set down the dishes, he looked at you.

“I hope you still enjoy (favorite (sweet) dish), I put my entire soul into making it for you!” Kyojurou exclaimed, scooting the plate near you.

Your heart swelled as soon as you saw it. 

It’s been so long since you’ve eaten (dish), due to your consistent travels and missions and the lack of energy to even search for a shop that made that food after a mission. 

“Kyojurou…” Your voice wavered, smiling even wider.

“Eat up, (Name)!” He pets your head, his calloused hands standing out to you. He offered you chopsticks and let you eat at your own pace, the man himself eating heartily but not chewing loudly. 

However, that signature ‘UMAI!’ Of his could very easily heard. After all, he was literally shouting.

That didn’t really bother you though. That odd feeling earlier was washed away, thanks to him. And also thanks to the dish he made, you knew this took a long time to make, after all: he was awful at cooking dishes unless he kept trying a specific recipe over a hundred times. 

Your eyes softened at your food, then at him.

“Do you think the wind tries to tell us things that are important, but we’ve outgrown the language it uses for us to understand, (Name)?” Kyojurou asked out of the blue, his mouth full of food.

“I just want you to stop saying stupid shit, Kyojurou…” Sighing, you gobbled up the food he made. His voice continued to fill the silence. Eventually, he began asking— repeatedly— if you were going to stay the night, to which you reassured him— again, repeatedly— that yes, you were going to stay and see Senjurou the next day. However, he just kept asking every few minutes “Are you sure?” Just to pull an irritated reaction out of you.

Once you did, he laughed with all his might, even with you telling him it wasn’t even funny. 

The day stretched out, your laughs and giggles harmonising with Kyojurou’s bellowing laughs and comments. You really did miss this. And god, you were glad to have him near you. 

[flagellant]

imagine you're born and your parents love you but youre born wrong. not anyones fault. sometimes it happens. except it doesnt matter whose fault it is, you were born wrong, and your parents love you but the world hates and fears you. even as a child. you grow up in this world which sees you as disgusting and evil and a bad omen and you have no one around who can tell you otherwise in any meaningful way. your parents try and help but they cant imagine the things you're going through. you're like a deep-sea fish to them. completely foreign. utterly alien.

this whole world wants you dead and so you say, fine, if i can never be seen as anything but evil then i will choose to embrace it rather than fight it. except you're just a teenager. and you aren't evil. so what you end up doing is hating yourself for being evil (you aren't) and anyway you're terrified that the world wants you and everyone like you dead so you begin finding some comfort in the dead. you learn necromancy both as armor and weapon. finally you feel like you aren't powerless but you're still so lonely.

so your parents couldnt help but youve heard so many stories and legends of your grandmother who also knows magic and you hope beyond hope that maybe if you go to her she can understand you and help you except you meet her and she's angry and mean and grumbling about how her son raised you badly. the only times you hear her praise you is when you discover that despite all your wishes, you are actually extremely good at separating men's ghosts from their bodies. you kill people well and get praised for it and nobody seems to notice or maybe not care that you aren't exactly okay with this and aren't doing well.

rephrase: one guy notices. and he is the nicest guy you have ever met. perhaps even the nicest guy on the whole planet. just the most terrifyingly nicest guy. and he keeps calling you his friend and being nice to you and you're cringing away from him like a dog thats been hit too many times because there is no way that this is actually who he is. real people don't act like he does. real people aren't always nice like he is. it's a trick and you won't fall for it, and anyway, even if he is actually this nice, you don't know how to deal with that even a little bit because if people like him exist then where were they? where were they when you were a child, where were they when you were a teenager? nice things don't get to happen to people like you. you aren't going to fall for it, because if people could be really as nice as you, they would have come before you were this badly wounded. how dare you come to me when i am this and all.

anyway then you try to save a nine year old who was born wrong like you from an adult tormenting and torturing her. and you fail and the nine year old dies and after going through shock you raise her corpse to speak with it and you just confirm to yourself that yeah. yeah, no, you don't get to have nice things. you're only good at one thing and it's death, not life. because if you're good at anything other than death then that just means you werent good enough at life when it actually mattered most.

anyway this was session one for my new bg3 boy and oh boy its all going downhill in the most luscious of ways!

[may-nr1rooftoptriodefender]

my ultimate fanfiction recommendation guide!

if you are in the following fandoms:

- The Last of Us

- The Walking Dead

- Alice in Borderland

- Squid game

- My Hero Academia

- Attack on Titan

- Danganronpa (mainly v3)

- The Legend of Zelda (or more specific Linked Universe)

…and similar titles, this is for you!

if you mainly read on AO3

… this is for you!

if you like xreader, xoc, character ships, au’s or canon divergence

… this is totally for you, so keep reading!

(i gotta say though, these are my personal fav fics and you might like similar things or you might not. either way, it’s fine. don’t like, don’t interact simple as that! i’m also using the ao3 tagging system, so don’t confuse & and /)

major tags like: referenced suicide, referenced abuse, referenced sexual abuse, drug use, underage, character death and other important tags will be marked red

most of these fics contain explicit sexual content. this is ur warning, especially since some of these authors specifically mention that minors shouldn’t interact with their works. please respect these opinions.

lastly, some of these authors are active on tumblr, so check them out if they’re linked. all those works are theirs, i just put my favorite stories at one place. enjoy

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x OC/ Reader: (M/F)

To Infinity and Beyond

unfinished (not abandoned), over 400k words, rated M, explicit sexual content, pre apocalypse up to the series, teen romance

Somebody Save Me

oneshot, 10k words, rated M, explicit sexual content, underage, high school, pre canon, child abuse, verbal abuse, emotional abuse

See right Through You

41 chapters, 146k words, rated M, referenced sexual abuse, explicit sexual content, unplanned pregnancy, canon divergence, violence, slow burn

Ride or Die

72 chapters (unfinished, abandoned), 223k words, rated M, explicit sexual content, slow burn

Merle x OC/Reader: (M/F)

(i know a lot don’t like him but hmo💔)

A Hard Man to Love

12 chapters, 42k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, referenced sexual abuse, pregnancy

Red River Blue

193 chapters, 407k words, rated M, explicit sexual content, underage, teen pregnancy, getting back together, (it gets kinda confusing towards the end with all the added ships)

The Last of Us

Joel & Ellie:

okay guys there was this fic where post part 2 ellie was teleported in a world with no outbreak and joel was still alive but i can’t find the link anymore im praying it’s not deleted

Star Wars

Don’t Look Back

6 part series, 721k words, rated T/M, time travel, canon divergence, (haven’t read that much of it so i don’t rlly wanna give tags on this, should be rlly good tho)

Alice In Borderland

Chishiya x OC/ Reader: (M/F)

Your Words on My Skin

finished 40 chapters, 110k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, college au, soulmate au, bit cringe-y but wtv

Hearts formed by Solicitude and Desolation

finished 39 chapters, 240k words, rated M, amazing writing, follows canon plot line

Squid Game

Thangyu/ Thanos x Nam-Gyu: (M/M)

Try to Substitute my Dreams with You

(currently) 11/14 chapters (ongoing), 60k words, rated M, time travel fix it, referenced suicide, mild gore, mild sexual content, fan favorite

Something more than Music

(currently) 9/15 chapters (ongoing), 150k words, rated E, no squid game au, college au, explicit sexual content, rapper thanos/producer nam-gyu, drug use, slow burn (❤️)

Exception

oneshot, 14k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, drug use, referenced suicide, referenced sh, no squid game au

in another life

3 part oneshot series, every oneshot 7k words, all rated E, explicit sexual content, referenced suicide, referenced abuse, drug use, canon divergence, post squid game (author has other good thangyu fics)

My Mighty Warrior

10 chapters, 40k words, rated T, major character death, daily dose of sunshine au (aka hospital au), no squid game au, no happy ending, mental health issues

I think You saved Me

(currently) 24/32 chapters (ongoing), 245k words, not rated, very mild sexual content (referenced), referenced/past drug use, referenced/past drug addiction, past child abuse, self harm, slow burn, homophobia, no squid game au, healing (❤️)

Sk8er Boys

3 part finished series, 82k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, getting together, no squid game au, referenced self harm, lots of crushes/past relationships, first everything, friends to lovers (❤️)

Gyubbi_plays_06

4 chapters, 50k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, college au, no squid game au, streamer au, misunderstandings, referenced homophobia

My Hero Academia

Aizawa x OC/Reader: (M/F)

The Inevitable Things (We Try To Avoid)

(currently) 14 chapters (ongoing), 50k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, no quirks au, office au, ex-boyfriend dabi, referenced drug abuse, sexting

In the Backseat with You

oneshot, 5k words, rated M, underage sex, explicit sexual content, teen!aizawa/teen!reader, (they’re like 17/old enough to drive so leave me alone both consent)

(I have more Aizawa x Reader but I didn’t bookmark them so I’d have to dig a bit deeper to find them. If yall want more anyways lmk)

Aizawa & OC: (M&F)

Shadows Of Our Past, Present and (possible) Future

3 part series (pre canon/start of mha/ unrelated oneshots), first work finished, second work in progress, oneshots in progress, total of 640k words, work 1 rated M, work 2 rated E, parental aizawa, hinted erasermic, hinted oc/bakugo, hurt/comfort, found family, kidnapping, gore (❤️)

Erasermic/Aizawa x Yamada (Present Mic): (M/M)

The Way I Behaved

36 chapters, 117k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, coffee shop au, villain present mic, barista aizawa, adopted shinsou, plot twist

Fuck the Critics

2 chapters, 16k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, fwb, celebrity Yamada

By Moonlight

9 chapters, 40k words, rated E, reporter au, secret identity, vigilantism

A twisted Fate never alters Destiny

28 chapters, 140k words, rated M, teen aizawa (pre canon), mha vigilante spoilers, referenced child abuse, inko midoriya adopting, internalized homophobia, 3baka trio, getting together, (also has a second unfinished part)

And the Sky Wept

20 chapters, 155k words, rated M, coping mechanisms, mha vigilante spoilers, loss & mourning, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, slight canon divergence

Superstar

10 chapters, 78k words, rated E, rockstar au, explicit sexual content, friends to lovers

Cold Little Heart

19 chapters, 140k words, rated M, post war, spoilers up to mha ch420, implied sexual content, future fic, angst, eventual happy ending, aizawa adopting eri (❤️)

Ripped Stitches and Healing Wounds

20 chapters, 47k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, hospital au, slow burn, angst with a happy ending

Switch and Swap (this has to stop)

13 chapters, 60k words, rated T, established relationship, no quirks au, body swapping, aizawa is shinsous dad, family bonding, misunderstandings

The Waiting Area

9 chapters, 23k words, rated T, hospital au, referenced child abuse, patient yamada, happy ending, (kinda soulmates?)

A few Disasters short

12 chapters, 36k words, au, rated T, celeb dj/singer mic, retired aizawa, adopted shinsou, adopted eri, vigilantism, stalking

Princes in Waiting

38 chapters, 128k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, kingdom au, prince au, soulmate or smt au, eventual happy ending, enemies to lovers

Learning to Live

22 chapters, 85k words, rated G, au, de-aged class 1A, caretaker Yamada, orphanages, no hero aizawa, slow burn, parental aizawa & mic

Yuuei Survival Guide

50 chapters, 540k words, rated T, canon divergence, married erasermic, adopted midoriya, ghosts, mha vigilante spoilers, ghost shirakumo, happy ending (❤️)

Attack on Titan

Levi Ackermann x OC/Reader: (M/F)

Paychecks with a side of Intimacy

(currently) 20/25 chapters (ongoing, slow updates), 215k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, coffee shop au, modern au, office au, slight erenxreader at the beginning, kind of sugar daddy levi, business trips, drug use, referenced abuse, slow burn (❤️)

The Feeling’s Mutual

18 chapters, 102k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, college au, enemies to lovers, academic rivals

As the Spark Dies

13 chapters, 126k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, major character deaths, zombie apocalypse au, enemies to lovers, no happy ending, gore, referenced suicide (❤️)

Of Tea and high Buildings

21 chapters, 93k words, rated E, explicit sexual content, office au, modern au, arranged marriage, workplace relationship

Eremika/Eren x Mikasa: (M/F)

Infinite(eremika)

oneshot, 20k words, rated M, high school au, 90s setting

How to Be

(currently) 20 chapters (ongoing), 307k words, not rated, high school au, 2000s setting, violence, father figure levi, eventual levi x petra

Danganronpa

Momota Kaito x Harukawa Maki: (M/F)

The Future of the Future

2 part series, total of 271k words, rated M, Future Foundation au, no game au, more like college, except its future foundation, implied/mild sexual content, aged up characters

The cute Girl with the Blonde Hair

6 chapters, 30k words, not rated, kaede/shuichi is the main chip here but wtv, college au, no despair au, getting together

Does his Love make your Head spin

29 chapters, 100k words, rated M, office au, no despair, major character death, suicide attempt, drug use, referenced child abuse, sickness, angst, this is not a happy one..

It’s Alright, It’s Okay

23 chapters, 58k words, rated T, post v3, canon divergence, fix it fic, therapy, referenced suicide, multiships

The Legend of Zelda

Robbie x Purah: (M/F)

Technically Speaking

(currently) 14 chapters (ongoing), 46k words, rated T, Age of Calamity, pre Age of Calamity, eventual romance, bits of Zelink

Linked Universe

MaLink/Link x Marin: (M/F)

Look at You Strawberry blonde

4 chapters, 18k words, rated T, Links Awakening, Temporary Character Death, Injuries, Hurt/Comfort, Sad Ending, Slighty Canon Divergent

If Dreams Can’t come True, then why not Pretend?

3 chapters, 22k words, rated T, Links Awakening, Hyrule Warriors, angst, referenced Suicide, reunion, Implied sexual content, happy ending

A Live lived with Marin

6 part series, total of 36k words, rated T, Links Awakening, Hyrule Warriors, reunion, parenting, growing old together

Their Melody

(currently) 44 chapters (ongoing), 303k words, rated T, Links Awakening, angst, parenting, happy ending (❤️), (author has other amazing fics)

Linked Universe Gen Fics: (multiple pairings)

Linked Universe Actor AU

6 part series (apparently not finished/abandoned), 9k words, rated G/T, actor au, multiships

Home Sweet Home

7 chapters, 45k words, rated T, modern au, violence, body horror, near death experience, found family

(there was also a superhero au, which i loved but i can’t find it💔)

i can make a tumblr or even wattpad list to if interested

[ttjisung]

back 2 u 𝜗𝜚

p. jisung x fem!reader smau

in which jisung does his best to avoid you, his ex, until he realizes his mistake far too late cw: suggestive themes, bad angst, cheating, swearing

i'm not going back, back, back, back, back

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chapter i. (wc: 1.1k)

“I just don’t get it Yang… He was supposed to be my soulmate.” You sobbed into your best friend’s shoulder for the hundredth time in the day, more tears forming at the memory of your abrupt break-up. 

Yangyang simply sighed, holding you closer while offering you another tissue. “He’s an asshole, Y/n. Just forget about him.” You quickly shook your head in denial, forcing yourself further into the male’s arms. Dejun, your other best friend, cringed in pity at the scene. You looked horrible - your hair disheveled, your eyes puffy and red, and your clothes very obviously dirty. 

It had been three days since Park Jisung called you to his apartment, telling you he knew about your ‘secret’ and announcing your relationship was over. You were left confused and heartbroken outside of Jisung’s door, holding a random cardboard box full of your own belongings. You tried reasoning with him for well over half an hour until he seemingly got tired of you and kicked you out to the curb, leading you to cry your heart out to your friends instead. You wondered if this was affecting him as much as it was affecting you. Although he seemed reserved to others, you had spent enough time with him to learn about his emotional nature. Nonetheless, there was no way to know about his state, considering all of your mutual friends had taken his side, blocking you after cussing you out. It was as if your world had completely shifted that day, only leaving behind your own two best friends to pick you up and take care of you, because God knows you weren’t going to. 

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Jisung broke up with you. For some reason, he thought you had cheated on him. Unknowingly to him, there was no truth behind this accusation considering you were deeply in love with him and would never think about hurting him in such a manner. The fact that you were innocent only added to your frustration, trying to reach out to him in several ways to explain yet he wouldn’t allow you.

In a desperate last attempt, you messaged your old best friend Huang Renjun who had actually set the two of you up, only to find out your message never went through. He had blocked you as well, alongside every other friend of his you knew. Dejun, furious at them for not even listening to you, took your phone as soon as you arrived at his shared apartment with Yangyang, blocking them all back except for Jisung, only because you begged him not to. In your head, soon he’d realize his mistake and message you, reconciling immediately. It had been two days since you last messaged him though, and the hope was slipping through your fingers due to his radio silence. His threat to block you was a sign enough that he had no interest in speaking to you.

“I… I know he said not to message him, but maybe I could show up to his place? He can’t block me in real life…” Your friends were quick to voice their disagreement with your plan, Yangyang taking the lead. “Look, Y/n, I’m sorry but maybe it’s time to maybe contemplate moving on. If he truly cared he would have listened to you by now.” “You don’t get it Yang, obviously he thinks I cheated on him so naturally he won’t believe me. I just have to show him I didn’t.” You reasoned, earning concerned glances from your friends. You didn’t realize how delusional you sounded, yet you were too sensitive to get made fun of so they held back, simply consoling you further.

Despite the constant warnings from your friends, you were dead-set on getting Jisung to listen to you, so you did as you planned, buying his favorite food and some flowers as a gift and making your way to his familiar apartment. Alongside the gifts, you had written him a letter explaining the situation, just in case he wasn’t home.

It took you fifteen minutes to gain the courage to enter the elevator, yet you eventually did it. Pressing the number to his floor, you fidgeted uncomfortably at the silence until the doors slowly opened, allowing you to walk to his door. 

Just as you were about to gently knock your fist on his door, you heard three familiar voices. Huang Renjun, Lee Donghyuck, and of course, Park Jisung. You subconsciously smiled, having missed hearing them, and although it added to the nerves, you felt more determined to walk inside and prove your innocence. That was until you heard what the familiar voices were saying. 

“She was kind of annoying sometimes, honestly.” Donghyuck was the first voice you were able to make out, although muffled, making you press your ear closer to hear what he was saying. “You cursed Ji by setting them up, Jun.” A laugh came out from his mouth. “It’s not my fault dude, I didn’t know she was weird like that.” “It’s fine. I won’t be answering her anyway.” It had been so long since you had heard Jisung’s voice, and although the familiar tone made you want to smile, understanding what he was saying had the opposite effect, and before you realized it, there were several tears running down your face. “I have some chicks that asked me for your number, Ji. Maybe it’s time to rebound.” Your heart broke at Donghyuck’s suggestion. You two hadn’t been as close as you and Renjun, yet you still considered him someone you cared for, so to hear him sabotage your relationship in such a manner made you deeply upset. You held your breath waiting for Jisung’s response, hoping he’d deny. “I think I’m good.” Your heart swelled with hope for a second before it broke again at his next words, “Actually, maybe. Text me their numbers.” 

Not wanting to hear anything further, you left the gifts at his door. You muffled your own sobs with your hands, slipping the letter on top of the items, yet a cry made it through and you panicked realizing footsteps were approaching the door. Quickly rushing to the end of the hallway where there was a blind spot, you heard it opening. “Holy shit, she’s a stalker Ji.” “That’s it… I’m blocking her.” 

You regretted coming, cursing yourself for not listening to your friends. After hearing the voices stop and the door shut again, you waited a minute before returning to the hallway. It wasn’t until you neared the elevator that you saw your gifts in the trash can near his unit, with the letter sitting idly on top of the other garbage. 

You dissociated for the rest of your walk home, falling onto your bed and immediately falling asleep, yet making sure to block him back before. You decided you would listen to Yangyang and Dejun from now on.

Maybe it was time to move on.  

a/n: haechan when i catch you...

[animentality]

Your post about Gortash being embarrassing and cringe and not realizing it is SO real to me. I think he is perfectly suave and charming to everyone except when it comes to someone he ACTUALLY likes, at which point his usual mask is useless because he has no idea how to cover up Real Feelings. The way he 🥺 and grins and blabbers nonstop to Durge at the coronation reunion is exhibit A for this of course. Personally I think he had no idea what was happening on his face during that, it just earnestly happened, and he probably THOUGHT he was being chill but he so wasnt. He is a 40 or 50 year old teenager with a crush and he’s clueless that it gets him acting like an idiot. Important Gortash characterisation (to me!)

It just makes sense to me given his history and overall emotional immaturity that he does not know how to express casual affection for something, let alone someONE. (And yeah the whole thing where he and Durge are both really smart people capable of near-flawless teamwork but they also genuinely make each other kind of stupid when they’re around each other. It tracks.)

He wooed Jannath with unimpeachable charm because he did not actually care about or love her (im really sorry Jannath 🫣) so he was just being a fake bastard, and thats easy. But real affection? Real love? He has no framework for that. Catch the Chosen of Bane in the most unbecoming act of ducking his head to hide his stupid smile after taking Durge’s hand in his. Embarrassing!

ANON, your mind.

It's powerful.

I am gnawing on the wonderful idea, because I love the concept of, Gortash is the perfect gentleman, he's great at copying others, at pretending to be a patriar, and exuding this carefully constructed charm.

He was raised by DEVILS. He was in a GANG.

He has Raphael's bullshit charm, and all these rough edges.

But he smooths them out, when he's trying to seduce rich women or arms dealer.

But that act doesn't work on the Dark Urge, of course, and he would never even try that sort of thing with them anyway.

Because anyone who seduces people for a living knows, not everyone reacts to the same tricks.

BUT.

Maybe he starts out trying to seduce them, by being cold and practical and intelligent...but then, surprise surprise.

it ends up not being an act. he finds the dark urge is warmer and more receptive than he thought they'd be, after decades of being alone.

and they have things in COMMON.

And he IS honest with them, as his partner.

And then, when he's NOT trying to seduce then....he accidentally seduces them...by being such a fucking nerd.

And THEN.

as you said.

He is SO dorky and cringe...because he's being honest, for one thing, AND he doesn't know how to act, when he genuinely likes someone, and isn't just trying to seduce them.

And he's THRILLED that that's what gets the Dark Urge hot under the collar.

The biggest freak in all of Baldur's Gate, meets the second biggest one, and they don't know how to act "right," but their version of right ends up being healthier than anything else they might have ever been capable of.

UGH, anon.

Do not SEND ME DOWN THIS RABBITHOLE.

You couldn't pry soft dorky lovestruck idiot Durgetash from my dead claws.

I think they committed horrible atrocities together.

I also think they were so sweet on each other, it would make Bhaal gag.

[sunflowerandsunshinebaby]

Regressuary Fic #3

@regressuary

Tags: @cryingatwindermerepeaks (thank you so much for your help!!!! Awesome ideas!!!) @aggies-little-duck @helloomimi @kawaiipeacemusic @papalilgirl (thank you so so much for your help!!!! Your ideas were amazing!!!)

Bingo: New caregiver

TW: None as far as I know

Word Count: 738 words (sorry this is so rushed I just didn’t want to miss todays!!)

General Info: Parks & Rec, babysitter Jen & little Pril

April scowled at her work computer wanting nothing more than to stomp on it. Everyone else in the Washington office was gone except for her and daddy. He had been in a meeting for the last two hours and she had been stuck by herself. She had already played games and watched some of hotel Transylvania but she had lost her little bag somewhere in the office and she didn’t want to get up and find it.

So instead she was pouting at her computer screen as she played the game ‘How many times could she kick the wall of the cubicle till it fell over.’ It was going rather well until she heard a clearing of a throat behind her. “That’s not good for the cubicle Miss Ludgate” April spun around just to see Jennifer Barkley. She cringed while she didn’t hate Jen she didn’t particularly love her either.  At least not when she was little because Jen had only met little Pril a few times.

“Hi” April mumbled and then noticed the black bag Jen had “oh! Tha mine” April said, reaching forward for it and Jen tossed it over. “So where’s your daddy?” She asked her tone slightly softening and April scowled “stupi meeting” she grumbled and Jen chuckled pulling up a rolly chair from a nearby cubicle. “Yeah, most meetings suck kiddo” she agreed. April blinked not expecting Jen to stay but she rummaged through her little bag and found her teether and began to chew on that “Why you here?” She asked Jen and Jen blinked, taken by surprise but smoothly answered “because I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave you alone. And I haven’t hung out with very many littles.” Jen answered and April  nodded slowly.

Jen watches as April chewed on her teether and got stuck in her head “You were looking rather lonely before I got here” Jen said looking mildly apprehensive “why don’t you FaceTime Leslie? Err  mommy I mean” she corrected hastily and April gave her a small smile. “Good ‘dea Miss Jen” she mumbled “can you works my phone?” She passed her unlocked phone over and it was close to dead but Jen FaceTimed Leslie before passing the phone back. 

Leslie picked up almost instantly “hey baby girl!!!” Her smile was bright and April melted “hi mommy” she said with a wave. Ann popped in to wave and Aprils smile went even shyer “hi auntie” she said softly and Ann chuckled “hey there sweetie” she blew April a kiss before returning to cooking pancakes. “What’s going on baby? Just calling for fun?” Leslie asked and April huffed. “Daddy’s in meetin n Miss Jen said good idea call yous” she answered and showed Jen on the camera and Jen waved with a camera ready smile. “Oh hi Jen!!” Leslie said and Jen nodded “your little one is rather cute” she said her eyes flicking to April and Leslie nodded. “Oh she’s just the cutest” Leslie cooed.

April blushed lightly ducking her head as she chewed on her teether while Jen chuckled. April yawned softly and of course Leslie caught it. “Oh sweetie why don’t you go to bed hmm? Just take a quick nap till daddy’s done?” She suggests and April whines. She knows it’s a good idea but she still doesn’t want to do it.  “Don wanna get off fa-time mommy” she protested and Leslie smiled “I’ll tell you what if you’re a good girl and take a nap and then go with daddy and you’re good with him we can call first thing in the morning okay?” She says and April nods quickly. Mommy never ever breaks her promises.

“Wuv you” she murmured to Leslie and Ann before hanging up. Jen then tapped her shoulder “why don’t we get you changed into jammies alright?” She suggested and April nodded. Jen walked her to the girls restroom and waited outside while April changed into her bat and witch themed pajama. She walked out and Jen gave her a somewhat soft smile. She then led her to an empty room with two couches  “I’ll make sure your daddy knows you’re in here” Jen promises as she puts down April's blankie on one couch and then tosses a pillow onto it before settling down on the opposite couch. “Ni ni Miss Jen” April mumbled “goodnight ‘pril” Jen replied and the girl soon fell into a deep slumber.

[elainsgirl]

no cause im tired of everything.

I'm sick of people talking about gwyn like shes the most important character ever. like yall don't actually care about her. they only like her cause shes involved with a batboy which is ridiculous. ("pro gwyneth" like be so fr... we barely know anything about her??? Like I like gwyn but stop making stuff up about her and saying shes saving the world.) that girl didn't show any romantic feelings towards him, so stop forcing it. (not to mention they never talk about emerie... interesting)

why is azriel getting shipped with everyone?? "gwyn is azriel's mate!" "no, its eris" "no, its bryce" "no, its mor" "no, its rhys dead sister" I LAUGH SO HARD AT THESE CAUSE WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THIS FROM???? I bet if azriel breathes next to anyone, they will automatically assume its his mate! leave the guy alone, my gosh.

"his shadows hate elain" just shut up. like fr.

"elain can go to the spring court and be with tamlin while az gets with gwyn and lucien gets with vassa" BAHAHAHAHAH. bro i cant even say anything to this because its ridiculous.

"if az finds his real mate, he will leave elain in a hurry" BRO. why do you guys think this man world revolves around wanting a mate so badly???? yall think so low of him its weird. if he wanted a mate oh so badly... he wouldnt go for elain! get that in your dumb heads!

now with the bonus chapter (elain and az part) im iffy about it. its good at the start but rhys and az argument gave me the ick but I understand what he meant either way. I can see why people didnt like azriel here. but to call him entitled is just WILD! he wasnt wrong questioning the cauldron. like why is he having all these mate behaviors towards elain when she has a mate??? I'd question the cauldron, too. feyre was so real when she said "why not make them mates" because they lowk fit no matter what anyone says.

now this was really irks me. "3 brothers and 3 sisters is so cliche" cliche??? bestie- do you see what we are reading??? the answer to the riddle was "love" out of all things. shut up with that dumb excuse. we have never seen 3 brothers and 3 sisters yet- well I havent. im pretty sure most of you havent either. if you read the BOOKS, you will understand that sjm uses the word 3 a lot. this is just common sense, people love to twist stuff.

Now dont get me wrong, I'll go for elucien or elriel. I dont care. but these gwynriels made me dislike az and gwyn together. like I used to go along with it but now they force it so badly "READ THE BONUS CHAPTER" "DID YOU READ THE BONUS CHAPTER" "maKe suRe yOu rEad iT cArEfuLly" "he chuckled with her" "they glance at eachother" "az and gwyn are going to save the world together" "i hope nesta, emerie, gwyn and az leave and make their own court" < (I fr saw someone say something like this) sister... I literally cringe! just please stop.

btw elriels gwyn isnt evil. stop saying that.

im so sorry for this rant. it just had to be said.

lmfao the need to vent is so real. This fandom TESTS your patience at times.

I think one of my biggest annoyances with Gwynriel is the fact that Gwyn doesn’t even like Azriel that way. Instead of focusing on how far she’s come, her accomplishments etc everything seems to go back to Azriel. If you ever truly look At gwynriel theories and headcanons the focus is always on Az and Gwyn doesn’t have much of a story by herself, she doesn’t lead a story. She is a follower/tag along. I will always say this again and again: If she was that important to the point of having anything to do with the prisons, trove, TT/Gwydion she would have been introduced earlier on in the series. It’s that simple. She has nothing to do w the prison, Koshei or even the daggers/made objects. Everything about gwynriel is forced - from Gwyn and Az having feelings for each other to their plot. Barely anything of that ship makes sense when you truly start to unravel it.

Az is getting shipped with everyone except who he truly wants and thats just comical. I guarantee you, If Az interacted with any other woman - gwynriel shippers would split so fast and some will start shipping him with the new woman.

“His shadows hate elain” … why were they ready to strike Nesta all because she insulted elain? They also speak so can’t they literally just tell Az “hey man, we dont like elain”. Then part of this claim comes from the fact Elain made his shadows skitter which is something Az does himself.

I so want Elain to go to Spring and mention how she finds it stiffling/claustrophobic. Elain going to spring to live there is ignoring everything about her character and only focusing on the fact she likes flowers and by their own logic, Nesta should go to Day and Feyre to a more artistic court.

If Az soley wanted a mate and was so desperate for one - why on earth is he pining for someone WITH A MATE. It literally defeats the purpose of him getting a mate. Also its such a stilt to his character for him to want a mate and then get one. It doesn’t allow character growth and makes the idea of “mates” seem as a prize instead of this romantic connection. If he wanted a mate so badly, this man would be going after women with no mates. Not one that has a mate. The logic behind this arguement is so stupid,

Azriel’s bonus to me parallels Feyre’s whole scene where she questioned the cauldron because of Azriel. It was Sjms way of bringing it back and reminding us of it. Telling us “look! Another character is doubting elucien’s bond! Why is Az questioning the cauldron” etc. The only part of Azriel’s bonus where I got the ick aside from his and gwyns’ awkward conversation- is when he said Lucien doesn’t deserve Elain. I get where that statement was coming from but he isn’t someone to decide who deserves who. This is what doesn’t make sense: antis call Az entitled for simply WONDERING why Elain was given to Lucien, he hs made no move to break elucien up. He hs not forced anything onto Elain. He doesn’t dictate or control her interactions with Lucien, the fact he hadn’t planned a future for them either all show he is far from acting entitled. But eluciens needed a way to make Az seem bad and lucien better hence why latched onto this argument when it doesn’t make sense given what we know about Azriels character, his thoughts, actions and what he said in the bonus.

“3 sisters and 3 brothers is cliche” whilst reading a romantasy series ( a genre filled with repetitive cliches) by an author who claims to be the queen of cliches. Every single fated mates ending up together? Cliche. Omg the trainer and his trainee fell in love? How unique. Its not like that is also a popular trope. I cannot give you any book/s in which 3 sisters end w 3 brothers, I however can pull out multiple books with the fated mates/warriors/trainerxtrainee tropes.

Too bad. Mass loves the IC - There is no reason why Nesta/valkryies and Az would go to another court. Wait - but the night court is Azriels home. Its where he belongs, unlike Elain who has to leave…but now they want Az to leave too? One thing you can trust antis to do is be consistent with their inconsistencies. Honestly, I was open to the idea of gwynriel but genuinely none of their theories or HCs make sense. In a general sense gwynriel is a good ship sure but you can generally ship any two characters together from the series. It doesn’t mean it’s happening & they’ll be endgame.

Gwyn definitely isn’t evil. However I do think she has the potential to become morally grey which im all here for.

[sunsetofdoom]

but I cannot come in unless you dream of me

"I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me..." -Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

-

Blitz’s knee rattled against the wobbly side of the barstool, tapping his leg compulsively as he scanned the dim bar. Everybody was fucking obnoxious, was the problem. Girls with judgy laughs, smug jocks, arrogant hipsters with their post-post-irony bullshit. Everybody copying the last trend, but really making fun of it, because they were soo over it, actually. What he wouldn’t give for Stolas’ full-throated fucking sincerity, sometimes. Maybe he was cringe, but he didn’t have the dead-eyed ‘look how cool I am’ syndrome that infested this fucking shithole like a plague.

He tapped his fingers against his phone laying facedown on the bar. If he flipped it over, he’d just have to look at the fucking weather app announcing the full moon, and the ghost of Stolas’ cancellation text lurking in his notifications.

“-and she just thinks she’s soooo,” some woman drawled, and Blitz’s eye twitched at the thought of talking to her for long enough to get his dick in her mouth and shut her the fuck up. That was a no.

“Better than workin’, though, innit,” said some guy, and Blitz leaned over, trying to figure out who. The accent was familiar. Not Stolas’, but the imps that worked for him all seemed to have that low-class, ‘allo guvnor’ shit going on. When Blitz exchanged two words with them, at least. Which he tried not to.

“You still workin’ at the Palace like your dear old Dad did, Reg?”

“Nah,” ‘Reg’ said, and Blitz caught him as he spoke- short-horned imp about Moxxie’s size, hair slicked back like he thought he was cool. Clearly dying a slow death of Hipster Prick disease. “Got to be too much for me. Pay sounded alright but there en’t enough money in the world to put up with those rich fucks.”

“Oh, tell us the good shit, Reg,” the girl at the table gushed, obviously thirsty for his shrimp dick. “Nick hasn’t heard your stories, ooh, Nick, they’re sooo funny-”

“You never came out with us,” Reg said, pointedly.

“Hard enough to when you don’t work two rings away,” Nick put in, and Blitz could have yelled at them to get on with the stupid story, because it was his only excuse not to find somebody to fuck in the nasty ass bathroom.

“Tell ‘im about the prince, Reg,” the girl begged, and Blitz slouched deliberately to look like he wasn’t listening. His nerves tingled.

“Oh, just a sad sack, it’s the wife that’s a real piece of work,” Reg said, sounding worldly and uninterested. “D’you know I once watched her smash a vase worth more than my mum’s house? Just hucked it overhand like a shot-put. Horrifying.”

Blitz filed this away. Like most mistresses, he had a looming blank space in his brain labeled The Wife, and he thought about her as little as possible with an angry, guiltless nausea.

“Why!?”

“Oh, her shit husband opened his mouth, what else?”

Stomach tying itself into a knot, Blitz reminded himself that he didn’t actually know who they were talking about. Maybe he was hallucinating Stolas in places where he wasn’t, like letting his name slip while fucking somebody else.

“Prince Stolas says the word divorce and she gets an extra health bar and a choir starts singing in Latin,” Reg continued, so there went that theory.

“This isn’t even my final form,” smirked the other fucking idiot.

“That’s, like, so derivative,” the girl snorted, and Blitz took a second to imagine shooting them, except then he wouldn’t be able to eavesdrop on horrible stories about his sad fuckbuddy.

The bartender cruised by, giving him a hard look, and Blitz flicked two fingers at him for another drink. The first one was pretty much a prop that he’d intended to ditch on his way to Bonetown, but apparently that wasn’t happening because this place was full of miserable assholes. The second would be something to nurse while he tracked this stupid conversation. Blitz took a drink. He tried not to drink when he was pissed off. This felt like a special fucking occasion.

“What was the worst, Reg?” 

“Oh, fuck’s sake,” Reg sighed, leaning back in his chair until two legs were off the ground, and Blitz wanted to shove him over. “Gotta be- right, I come in when I’m s’pose to, end of the night, clean up after the gentry are in bed, except this one’s on the bloody floor, right? Demon prince dead drunk on the fancy rug. So I scarper.”

The other guy cracked up, booing him and throwing a crumpled-up napkin. “Coward!”

“Oi! Shut up! I was right to! The wife comes in screamin’ her bloody head off about what a fuckup he is, winds up, kicks him in the stomach-”

Blitz choked on his drink. He swallowed frantically, eyes watering.

“-and what’s he do, cover his head? No! Rolls over and throws up everywhere, she’s still screaming bloody murder, only thing out of his plastered mouth is not to let the kid hear, she smashes a vase next to his head and leaves. And there’s me behind the curtains, stuck there until he peels all ten miles of himself up off the floor and fucks off, and I have to clean up the sick and all the bloody shards-”

The other two ghouls at the table with him were fucking laughing, and Blitz hadn’t come with his usual kit but he wasn’t unarmed, either; he could throw his knife and give this little dickhead some new holes to fuck. He toyed with it, but what would be the point. Instead, he took another drink, trying to wash down the taste of bile at the back of his throat.

“Really. Surprised the miserable fuck hasn’t slit his wrists in his fancy fucking bathtub,” Reg shuddered mockingly. “I en’t gonna be cleaning it up when he does.”

“Good on you for quitting, Reg.”

“Oh, I didn’t quit. Got caught stealing the silver.”

And then they were laughing again. Blitz chugged his drink and tried to drown them out.

They stopped talking about Stolas after that, even though Blitz listened in on them long enough to want to blow their fucking brains out. Or maybe his. Somebody’s. Drink number three went down numbly, and then the group of fucking idiots left. Blitz stayed hunched over at the bar, drinking more than he’d planned to because it was better than thinking. He brushed off the couple of people who tried to talk to him, because his dick was so out of commission it may as well have been in another universe.

A notification on his phone snapped him out of the tunnel-vision haze, and it wasn’t anything, some fucking app trying to get him to open it; but it pulled up the fucking weather app with its little moon icon, which he stared at for a solid minute before opening the rideshare one, because he definitely wasn’t okay to drive home.

The guy’s car pulled up in the parking lot, and Blitz shook his coat to make sure he still had his keys (he’d get the van in the morning, or better yet make Moxxie do it) and got in. “There’s a puke bucket back there if you need it,” the guy said, and then proceeded to ignore him for the twenty minute drive.

That was fine by Blitz, who was still silently processing. Half-formed thought glopped around in his mostly-drunk brain like a lava lamp, putting disparate images together. Stolas, quietly uncomfortable as he stated one of his only limits was being hit in the face. Stolas, cringing and apologizing over and over with a rictus grin. My knight in shining armor, come to rescue me! That empty fucking house. Wine bottles stashed in weird places, the bedroom, the bathroom. Stolas sinking into the pretense of affection in Blitz’s subpar aftercare with starved desperation.

It’s like drowning, Stolas had said once, nonsensically, stuck in a subspace haze. Not just once, actually. Over and over, rolling it around. Feels like drowning. Like drowning.

C’mere and lemme give you mouth-to-mouth, then, Blitz had leered at the time, which made Stolas do that high-as-balls giggle that reached into Blitz’s chest and twanged a discordant note on his out-of-tune heartstrings.

At home, he hung up his keys and paced back and forth in front of the couch a couple times, tail lashing, full of manic energy that had nowhere to go. He flipped his phone over and over in his hands, tossing it in the air and catching it, seeing how many times he could do it before it fell. He wasn’t stupid, the juggling game was an excuse to keep him from opening the fucking thing, from making whatever stupid decision was lurking in his impulse-ridden brain.

Giving up, Blitz took off his coat and threw it in the general direction of the chair, tugging off his shirt and pants until he flopped down face first on the couch, took his horns in his hands, and groaned.

Not letting himself think about it long enough to realize it was a bad idea, Blitz grabbed for his phone, opened it, and texted Stolas.

u ok?

He slammed it facedown on the cushions, face heating up. Stupid. Stupid. Fucking stupid idiot. He made a policy of not texting first. He was gonna get back three six-paragraph texts that would take forever to decipher and when he did would tell him nothing except that Stolas was a double-texting asshole who ate dictionaries for breakfast.

The wife wound back and kicked him- Fuck, Blitz wished he’d killed that fucking kid. Maybe then he wouldn’t feel so awful now.

His phone buzzed.

I’m perfectly hale, thank you so much for asking, Blitz. I do appreciate that. Perhaps tomorrow we could meet up for coffee and complete our requisite trade of my grimoire? You can have it back straight away, I don’t mean to keep you from your important work

Blitz squinted. He could smell the avoidance on that bird.

Thot u wre sick ?

Typing bubble. No typing bubble. Typing bubble again. Blitz gnawed on the inside of his cheek.

I was unwell this afternoon, but I feel much btter now. Thank you for thinking of me <3

It took a second, and then another message dinged:

*better.

Squinting again, Blitz looked at it hard. Stolas didn’t make typos.

Blaming it on the drinks, Blitz closed his eyes while he typed, like not seeing it would mean he wasn't really sending it.

r u lkie fr ok

He opened his eyes. Looked at it. Thunked his head down on the sofa again.

Surprised the miserable fuck hasn’t slit his wrists in his fancy fucking bathtub. Except he couldn’t, because they’d played with knives before and nothing actually broke Stolas’ unbreakable immortal shell. He was untouchable. Un-hurt-able.

Right?

Determinedly, Blitz swallowed hard and followed up. Another rule broken: No fucking double-texting.

i worie abt u smtms

He tossed his phone onto the floor, crossed his arms under his head, and tried to go the fuck to sleep.

The next morning, he got up, nursed his stupid fucking four-drink hangover because being thirty-five sucked absolute ball sack, and got dressed for work. He didn't find his phone until he was almost fifteen minutes late, and going to be later since he'd have to walk; it had ended up wedged under the bean bag chair.

He opened it. A text message from Stolas waited there. 2am, almost an hour after he'd sent his, which was a record- Stolas usually responded instantly, like he had nothing better to do than wait by the phone.

Everything will be okay.

Somehow, Blitz thought as he slipped his phone in his pocket, that didn't make him feel better at all.

[victor-blog55]

Broken down DMC anime review below.

Spoiler warning.

Things I didn't like:

-Very political? Like in a weird way? I was getting DmC flashbacks during the news section, which is not a good thing.

-Did she just cock the rocket launcher?

-The vice president is VERY punchable like cartoonishly evil. It made it kinda hard to watch it, just because he made me cringe.

-War crimes? Why?

-This series, as brought up by some or another Tumblr users, paint Sparta as actively evil. Sparta should be portrayed, for the most part, as a hero. He actively was fighting against the oppressors of hell. The only questionable bit of him should be him up and leaving his wife and kids. It makes a unique dynamic of "well, were the stories of him misconstrued, or did something actively keep him from his family? Or is he dead?"

-Why do Agni and Rudra both have 2 heads?

-Why is Cavalier Angelo Here?

-I don't like the new Nelo Angelo design.

-If this wasn't strictly a alternative continuity, I would take a lot more issue with some of the ways they construe the games. Examples:

-Lady really skirts the line from "Badass" to "Bitch". In DMC3, she was just Badass.

-Actively using the word "Devil Trigger" I'm 90% sure is not said a single time in the games (Except the song)

-Calling it "going demon" is even fucking stupider

-Why the fuck is Rebellion already awakened? They had him unlock DT in the anime! They literally never even refer to it as the rebellion!

-Do not like the more DmC style amulets. The original amulets are much better.

-Actually, let me go on a fucking rant real quick. The dialogue in this is shit. You're not marvel levels of bad, but you're real fucking close. The games had amazing dialogue because of how little they actually said, there was short banter, some explanation, and most of the exposition was kept to the files which were written in interesting ways. But even if they needed a way to have exposition, they could've done it way better. Do you know who already perfected the explanation of Sparta's story? Lady, In DMC 3. So why the fuck do I hear it 3 separate times, each more shittily explained than the last? Literally just fucking. Roll the DMC 3 monologue! "Oh but lady has a different va?" Rerecord the same fucking lines then, it was perfect. Why the fuck do I need shitty ass explanation from everyone. I was willing to take it from the rabbit (mostly because he's the only one who can make "devil trigger" sound cool, like he's trying to explain it to an idiot.) versus Vergil in 3 who mostly describes it vaguely, like "so a demon has awakened in you as well." THAT WAS COOL! that was the shit! It explained a.) Vergil already had this. B.) It's something Vergil already expected and C.) Vergil doesn't think of it as a threat to him, but more just to make it an even fight. It gets so much across in so little, and the anime's best episode was the one with zero fucking words.

-Still mad they didn't bring Daniel Southworth back.

-They gave Lady a character arc and then it nosedived into the ground.

Things I like:

-Dante's character design, especially after he gets the new clothes.

-The DT design. Good mix of his 3 + 4/5 DT.

-I think lady's darkcom design is pretty cool. Also, Gawd motherfucking Damn, Dat ass!

-When I see Dante use his pistols, it just makes me think "oh, Dante". But when lady uses hers, it kind of reminds me of ARC troopers from Star Wars, specifically Rex, which I find badass as fuck.

-Magna pistols were dope.

-Enzo having a bigger part was cool.

-I actually quite liked the white rabbit. I hated how they twisted the entire story of devil may cry to make him sympathetic, but as a standalone element, I quite liked his story.

-I like lady's slightly altered backstory. It isn't as good as the original, but it's adequate.

-I love Dante keeps breaking his pistols. In episode 1, my brain clocked them as "those look more like berreta's than ebony and Ivory..." And lo and behold, I was right. I can't wait for the Nell Goldstein appearance.

-The rabbit calling it the force edge was a nice touch, since everyone else calls it the sword of Sparta.

-I liked the nerdy girl because I think she was literally the only one that actually knew what was going on.

-Johnny Young Bosch actually was really good as Dante.

Other:

-Why is Vergil's color scheme so dark? They're going for more of a DMC 3 aesthetic for him, so why not use his DMC 3 colors. His jacket just looks washed out and dirty.

-Why does lady wear her DMC 5 outfit? I would get her not wearing her 3 outfit since she's not really a schoolgirl, but you could've put her in her 4 outfit.

- I 100% called it was gonna be another continuity before release, just from all the weird shit in the trailers.

[quotevarchive]

hey! hope this ask finds you well. so, im a bit of an amateur digital historian (in that i take internet history seriously) and i like to write casual essays about websites from time to time. quotev flew up on my radar when i saw some yall on cohost, and ive been reading everything i can about it for the last several days. from what i've gathered, nobody really knew quotev's double life except for q users themselves. in fact, it's been such a well-guarded secret that most are unaware of quotev's existence, much less that it was a quiz site with a secret component to it. so i am putting out a call to you and any quotevians reading: would any yall be open to contributing to a quotev post-mortem? it seems like it was a pretty monumental site to many users, and as for the pain of its loss, i understand it myself: the website i consider basically 'my highschool years' went dark just last year, and knowing that it's essentially lost to everyone but those who were there for it bums me out. BUT quotev is still fresh in the minds of the people who called it home, and i'd love a chance to learn more about its unique culture and what made it so special to its users, even if many users now feel betrayed by it. if you do publish this ask (which you are under no obligation to do so), anyone reading it is free to send me an ask directly and i'll make sure my anon is on in case anybody wants to remain anonymous. also just in case i need to clarify, i'm not trying to write a smear piece or anything tabloidesque involving individual users - i want to know quotev as users knew it, whatever was loved and hated and why it will be bitterly missed.

yes hi!!! This ask is so exciting to me because I have been a little too into quotev history and dynamics and social interaction (hence the blog) for a few years now. I only started “archiving” in late 2022, but feel free to look through my older posts for any info. everything's a bit clogged up with the “quotev death” posts but back in the archive there’s a decent amount of stuff. I collect whatever i can. also feel free to hmu if you have any specific questions.

the hidden social media of quotev was always such a funny thing to me. Even older users who used to roleplay or make quizzes and fanfics there didn’t seem to be quite aware that it had become so centered around the activity feed, and of course any mentions of it on bigger platforms like youtube were always like “cringe 12y/o fanfic haha.” (Not that anything we actually did was any less silly.) anyway, i was always torn about this because i did NOT want quotev to become more popular, but i wished people knew about the crazy shit that really went down there. Your post-mortem is a great idea because you’ll be telling the story of social quotev with no worry of sending new users to the site…because he is already dead

I highly encourage any followers who have fond memories or stupid stories to submit them!