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crazylittlejester · 8 months ago

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honestly, the fandom dismisses wars trauma a little too much. Have you noticed it’s always never brought up in his character studies? And when it is, it’s totally brushed off him and cia had a WEIRDDD age gap. It’s also weird hyrule warriors never acknowledges this. I honestly don’t think it’s gonna be recognized in LU but idk. It’s just weird how quickly the fandom brushed over all that. What’s your opinion? Cuz you have cool opinions lol

Disclaimer: Everything you’re about to read is my opinion and my interpretation of a game. I’m not talking about headcanons (unless otherwise specified), I’m just talking about my experience with the game and everything else. All of this is from MY perspective interacting with the canon material from both Hyrule Warriors and Linked Universe. Also! I am dyslexic, my bad for oddly autocorrected words or weird spelling mistakes

A huge reason I started yapping so much on this blog was because I saw a lot of people either actively disliking Wars, making fucking INSANE comments about his body, overly sexualizing him, or just straight up dismissing him all together and it helped me get over my posting anxiety because it genuinely made me so upset. He’s been my favorite character since only a few posts into LU (i originally liked Twilight better based sheerly on design but it took like only a few posts before that changed), and I love HW Link in general, and I thought it was actually crazy that more people didn’t like him. I’ve written several of my own characters studies on him, some of which I’ve posted, others lay trapped in my old laptop in the form of a full on analysis paper, never to see the light of day

You can send a full grown man to war and he will come back with trauma, imagine what happens when you grab some poor teenager and tell him everything relies on him. Literally forget Cia for a minute, Link as a teenager was taken and shoved into a full on war where his men turned on him and in order to survive, he had to kill. Monsters and hylians alike, it was him or them, and he’s the one who made it out. Not to mention he was constantly running all over the battle field trying to prevent the hylian captains from being defeated, and he most certainly lost many people he cared about just because he couldn’t get there in time. He had to carry around the guilt that this war was started because some sorceress was obsessed with him ON TOP of that

This was said earlier by an anon on a post I reblogged, and I’ve been saying it myself for months but I will say it again: If Warriors had been a girl and been obsessed over that same way, I fucking GUARANTEE you people would be taking it more seriously

I literally just typed in the character name and the game she’s from and that is what google had to say about her. If an older man was described as ‘harboring serious affections’ and having a ‘desire to claim’ a teenage girl I literally don’t think it would’ve been glossed over or ignored like it is

I don’t think nintendo was ever gonna elaborate or really recognize it in the game, they never go super in depth on anything in Zelda games from my experience, and I doubt Jojo will really get into it in LU mainly just because she has so much going on with eight other dudes and potentially two more (based on the header on the linked universe blog)

I saw a lot of characterizations of Warriors and opinions of him that made me so confused and also a bit mad, such that he is a womanizer or a stupid twink (of which he is neither), and that’s a huge reason I started writing fanfiction for this fandom. Firstly to just create more content for my favorite character because I rarely saw any that focused on him, and secondly because I didn’t like some (NOT ALL) of how I was seeing him characterized. (i cannot emphasize enough: NOT ALL people in the fandom characterized him this way, I saw plenty of amazing and beautiful characterizations of Warriors)

I do not think he is a womanizer at all, in fact I fully believe his flirtatious behavior is a defense mechanism. I think his ‘woman problems’ are the fact that he’s afraid of women (especially older women) he doesn’t know or trust, but also that’s just my opinion. And I am genuinely a bit worried that now that people have stopped talking about how they noticed he seemed off a few updates ago and now that they’re saying he’s back to normal that people are going to start reducing him to a stupid dramatic twink again, as if Warriors was not the one who came up with the initial plan to fight Dink and was not the first one to fight him. As if this is not a man who lead a god damn army. As if everything he’s done and everything he is no longer matters because he’s ‘pretty’

anyways I have a lot of thoughts about him in general and im just glad the fandom has been treating him better as of late, but i am a bit worried it’s just gonna go back to how it was

thanks for the ask!! sorry i got a bit carried away 😭

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deafsignifcantother · 8 months ago

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if music be the food of love chapter three

♥ here you go lovies, it's series time | chapter one, chapter two, chapter four ♥ relationships: aroace Alastor x deaf female reader (queerplatonic to romance) ♥ word count: 2.4k ♥ pinterest board ♥ notes: chapter summary: alastor is a bit uncomfortable with how close he is with reader, which has never happened before since their friendship was private, but now that she is in the hotel he realizes that he has a potential weakness ♥ no tag list rn :3

Every now and then, in the room across from you, quiet jazz would play, rich only under the sound of your music, but it still reeks of exclamation uncharacteristic of the music's Earthly presence. It's a blistering noise that requires the knock on a door to stop. The sight of Alastor whenever he opens his bedroom door at the interruption of a knock strikes fear into the other residents. His smile is deadly, and his eyes burn into his peers. They get reminded of his power.

His charming mystery.

And he made the dress less than six inches from you when you slept. After a stirless sleep, you wake up to a dress draped on the mattress by your feet. The first thing you notice is the lace layers that are guaranteed to itch your skin. Tonight is your welcome party, a last-minute plan (due to your sudden appearance). There will be no dress code, no inch of modesty, but Alastor decides himself that you will be covered. Suffice it to say it is not a surprise, especially considering he isn't a fan of modern nudity, puffy skirts with breasts peeking out, heels too high to walk comfortably on dirt, and so forth, and would throw up if he saw you in such. Possessive or protected?

What you want to reveal is no business with him (as if you really would). But you are ready for your life to be led by his smiles and soft touches, as your new public appearance will need guidance; you are ignorant of current times. Or that's what you tell yourself.

Your old clothes, once your trusted companions, are now reclined over the lounge chairs by the fireplace. They have transformed like you (how did you end up at the Hazbin Hotel after being a fierce overlord?) into something different, something less familiar. But still, a better thought fuels you: this is a chance to renew.

After dressing, loosening your collar, and fidgeting with the length of your sleeves, you enter the hallway, not at all shy but not confident enough to assert your presence. The first good morning to Alastor is the hardest. You quickly discover that it flusters you to greet him so close to the time when you wake up. By his smile, you just know that your music is playing a symphony; curse that thing.

Your mind wanders into a world of memories, the fancy clothes you used to dress him in, the smile he would give you, and your music conjures the same smile; that's where you remember it from.

"See?" He motions up and down you. "The most exquisite lady I've seen in my death."

You almost finish an eye roll before he grabs your hand and kisses the back of it. The movement is not prolonged at all but so swift that you barely have a chance to process it. The way he swiftly turns around, his head going before his body, hints as to why. He must pull away before anybody spots the affection.

There could have been a better banner, but Angel spilled paint over one of the corners, and Charlie spent a few minutes crying in the limited time. You stare up at it with amazement anyway. Whose handwriting is that? It's better than most of the overlords.

"I don't think I've ever painted a banner before," you sign to Alastor. He nods, looking up at it, his smile growing. You continue, "I wonder if they would have let me help."

"Your own welcome sign? Not a chance, though Charlie loves a group activity, perhaps it was a bonding exercise."

Charlie hops over at the sight of her name sign, finally overcoming the awkwardness and not wanting to interrupt a conversation. Somehow, she thinks ASL feels more personal. Well, as do most hearing people.

"Do you like it? Do you like it?" She signs in only two motions, her eyes bright when she sees you understand her.

You give a small smile, placing your hands on hers to calm her down, her touch is extremely warm, before signing. "Thank you so much for this, I feel very welcomed. You're so kind."

"Yes," a simple word as her eyebrows furrow slightly with frustration at her small vocabulary. "I tried!"

Your eyes look around at the people, each patiently waiting for you to initiate a conversation by walking up. Since when did they get so awkward?

The moment you walk away, Charlie turns her attention to Alastor.

You give Nifty a small smile, looking at the cookies she impatiently holds. In contrast, Angel holds onto her waist, ensuring she doesn't rush over to you the moment she sees you. She drops the tray when you approach conversation stops, and they rattle on the metal. Angel lets her go with a slight look of hesitation. He doesn't even acknowledge you.

"A dress! A beautiful one!" She runs her fingers down her own dress as a classifier.

You nod. "That's due to Alastor, he—"

"Worked his magic? Your red matches his."

"Does it?"

You turn around, glancing for a second at the shade of his suit and then down at your dress. You suppose, but it is a bit darker, though that might be due to velvet. What you notice is your matching sleeves. While looking back at Nifty, she immediately starts signing again. Angel stands awkwardly, unsure if he should walk away, but he pays attention to the signing anyway. Would he be willing to learn? You hope.

"How full is your closet? What do the dresses look like? Are they naughty?"

You pick up a cookie awkwardly, giving it a small bite and signing with one hand only for the first sentence. "Well, Alastor is the one who needs to fill my closet and he hasn't yet. I doubt he'd let me wear something he would consider distasteful."

"How dare he..." she squints her eye at him.

"Right?" The slight smile on your face is contagious enough to lighten her face.

"How's the cookie? Do you like it? I didn't put any roaches in it this time." An invisible laugh leaves her lips.

You look down at it momentarily, a bit skeptical, lifting it again. No insect legs are visible, but you still put it back down, no longer taking bites. You started the day with the same soft classical music from your heart, but now it is a more jolly sound. Praying that you don't start making Angel uncomfortable, you give a small wave, which he returns. Then Husk comes to save the day with a freshly opened bottle in his hand while he signs with the other.

"Ain't seen a lick of sign language before."

"You hadn't either."

He smirks, the friendliness catching you a bit off guard. "First time for everything."

With the most neutral face you can muster in such a friendly environment, you begin to turn away. "Of course there is."

The air lightens as you turn back around, letting Husk and Angel have their conversation. Charlie is still excitedly talking to Alastor, copying his signs, and surprisingly so is Vaggie.

Once they notice you're watching, they stop. Charlie puts her hands behind her back and smiles awkwardly as if she had been caught in an act.

Less than ten minutes later, the event feels tiresome. Having Alastor interpret for you and dealing with hearing people attempting to sign becomes unbearable. Just like at the overlord meetings, you and Alastor side-eye each other constantly. The only positive you can think of is that Husk is not hiding away.

"Awfully tiring," says Alastor, crossing his legs from the couch where he sits next to you. "Why must I be subjected to these superficial conversations."

His claw circling around his knuckles is smooth enough to allure your interest. His hands are so careful, so lovely. Hiding your interest, you give him your usual small smile.

In your imagined scenarios, you can force a yawn and say you are going to bed, and Alastor would be there to tuck you in as he did years ago. Perhaps you'd wake up to a bouquet of dead roses. Foolish girl, you can almost imagine him telling you if he were a mind reader.

As you look around again, scanning to ensure no one has been trying to get your attention, Vaggie's eyes connect with yours. Her brow raises in recognition, understanding. Your shoulders stiffen, and the shame pulsating in your heart is the worst feeling in the world. But that is before Charlie captures your attention again, flashing her same old smile and hopping up and down.

And then she motions behind you. Angel brings out a cake, holding it steadily, looking down at it with a bit of jealousy. Instead of helping when the cake was baking, Angel stood at the kitchen doorway and watched how the residents came together. He was invited to help of course, but he hated what they were celebrating.

You can't help but let your eyes widen. The cookies and now this?

While you wait for Charlie to get ahold of herself and her squeals (as if the cake was made for her), you stand and hold your hands in front of you, not exactly understanding what to do at this moment. Nifty comes to distract you, climbing up your body and fiddling with the collar of your dress. You let her.

"I hope it's good," Charlie figures out how to say. "We cooked together, for you!"

Charlie believes in ending a day with something that can make somebody smile. And here you are, smiling at her, not caring to hide your facial expressions. Your music exposes your emotions enough.

The cake gets placed on the table in front of the couches, and you sit on the carpet, legs folding under you. Your soon-to-be friends huddle around. Will they trust you with a knife? Apparently so, and you make sure to hold it carefully. You're not going to let your status as an ex-overlord scare them enough to not trust you with something as simple as a knife. It slices perfectly, the cake having a perfect texture, looking so soft inside. Your hand twitches, your claws digging a bit into your palm, but not noticeable enough to worry anyone. Is this a trap? No, Charlie wouldn't allow that. But what if this is why Husk has been so friendly.

You finish slicing, managing to cut it evenly. It reminds you of the living world, the times you've watched people cut cakes, especially as a kid. Alastor doesn't mind your souring mood until he notices that your melodies are transitioning into a minor key. In an instance, unconsciously (well, regrettably subconsciously), he uses his shadows to form next to you, leaning in close while taking the knife from your hand and spinning it, making it disappear into flames. The overall mood hasn't changed, but the moment he moves to summon a plate, your eyes lock on his movements. Alastor has gotten so considerate towards you that he touched something so sweet, holding the plate in his hand with a fork.

It happens, something unpredictable.

Everybody watches as he lifts a bite and holds it to your lips. You blink before your eyes brighten. Just like that, you lean forward and wrap your lips around the fork, your focus sharpening; everybody is watching. It distracts you from basking in the enchanting taste.

"Excellent," he puts the plate down and puts all his effort into not grimacing at the sight of it. "Wasn't that nice?"

You hold your breath, determining whether that is rhetorical or sarcastic. You go along with it, shrugging and leaning a bit forward, tilting your head, something you used to do when you wanted him to touch his forehead with yours.

You pretend he does, closing your eyes to ignore his stiff posture, and you pull away.

Charlie mends you with a gaze as kind as an innocent child. Something passes between you two. Is your attraction to him that obvious? Curses.

That's the most sinister part of Hell.

He walks you to your bedroom just as you hoped he would, but he doesn't step inside. He does wrap his arms around you, though, his voice vibrating against your body. Stop speaking, you want to say, but you don't dare pull away. All you can do is drown in the gratefulness of the once-ordinary affection. His constant withdrawal is obvious, and of course you understand why. But you assumed behind closed doors he would revert back to the lovely language you two share. But no, he doesn't. He doesn't even try.

Pulling away involves letting go of the warmth of his body. You already miss the feeling of his breathing. He puts a hand behind your neck and does what you crave the most, rests his forehead against yours. His bangs brush your hairline, and you smile.

"Thank you," you sign. Alastor's smile grows, becoming soft, and his eyes flicker around, his shadow spinning down the hall before he takes your hand, just like in the morning. He presses his lips to your knuckles, closing his eyes and exhaling while he pulls away. With the moment of eye contact, his hand slips away from you, and without further words, he leaves into his room.

Your bedroom feels especially empty when you close the door in front of him. That's not the way it should be.

The large window attached to your room hardly offers a view of the beautiful city. This hill should be high enough to spot the different sections, but the huge buildings within the middle of the city shields a lot of the environment.

You only get three steps closer to the window when you worry he's just standing in front of your door. It's such a pointless thought, a momentary wish. Maybe he is waiting for you to realize his presence and offer him entrance. But when you open it, you're met with nothing, nobody. Unfortunate.

You need to stop fantasizing like a little girl.

You decide to distract yourself with the privilege of staying at such a prestigious building.

You cut through the sign on the roof toward the dark red lining of the end of the roof. Awestruck, your eyes widen, and you halt in place. You can see the entire Pentagram Circle from high above, and your music gets loud enough to hear from the ground. The different gradients of red you would have never been able to see until now reflect in your eyes, the same way moonlight would. A cool breeze messes with the lace on your sleeves and rubs against your skin as you knew it would when you put the dress on.

When the rare clouds begin to hide the lighting from the radiant Pentagram above, the breeze starts to freeze, and Heaven's clock becomes the brightest light. Back inside you go. As always.

#x deaf reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #x reader #alastor x reader #if music be the food of love

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nkirukaj · 10 months ago

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The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (2)

It's a double feature! Here take it! Take Chapter 2!

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of sexual activity?

Genre: Angst?

Word Count: 3.8K

<Chapter 1

2. Freaky Face

“You’re a deer!” Was the first thing she said in response

“Indeed I am, darling. Though most tend not to mention it.”

“That’s cool!”

Alastor’s smile grew wider at her child-like reaction “Why thank you.” was all he said

“So what’s your name, you cutie patootie?” Charlie interjected, lovely as ever “We gotta have your name if you’re gonna stay here!”

“My name? It’s…” she stared at herself in the mirror, thinking of what she was now. She was different, yet felt the same. “My name is Voe.” A mix of the old and the new. “Yeah, Voe.”

“Amazing! Love it! Now let’s get you settled, Voe!”

Charlie had felt the need to show her absolutely everything, including the floors that she wouldn’t be staying on. The room she would be staying in was on the 9th floor. The room was equipped with a bed, a small closet, and a full bathroom, including a tub and a shower. She spoke very fast and very much. She spoke about everything. It got to a point that Voe started to tune her out. Her voice became background noise as she studied the patterns and pictures on the walls, wondering how she had the time to do this with every new guest that came to the hotel. Vaggie and Alastor had decided to join them as well, however they were not speaking. She examines the girlfriends’ faces. Charlie had her arms open and was gesturing around quickly, and her eyes were wide and alert, while Vaggie’s eye was somewhat lidded, and her arms were focused inward. Her eye was only focused on either Charlie or the floor. Voe concluded that Charlie was the bright and friendly one, whereas Vaggie was the more standoffish one.

Alastor though…she could not get as much of a read on him because he chose to stay at the back of the group, and she couldn’t exactly get a clear look a him without very conspicuously turning her head. What she had seen of him that she could picture was his lankiness and his large sharp smile. His smile was constantly in place with only slight deviations between moments. In the time she’d had to look at him, his smile did not budge.

“And that’s the end of the tour. Any questions?” Charlie beamed at the doe

“Um, so you have like magic right?”

“Well, yes…but I meant questions about the hotel-“ the princess mumbled under her breath

“Can you fix my glasses?” Voe pulls the cracked frames out of her pocket, the lenses gone and legs off-kilter. Charlie leans down and examines them.

“I don’t know, but I’m sure Alastor can help!”

Alastor blinks as if he’s just been brought back down to reality “Hmm?”

Voe turns to him “Can you fix my glasses?” She asks in a flat tone

“Of course!” He puts his hand out and she places the frames in them. Green and black energy starts circling the frames and they pop up as good as new

“Nice!” She takes the frames back and looks at them

“Aww, I’m so sorry! You were walking around here blind and I didn’t even notice!”

“Well, I actually don’t need them,” She smiles “I can see just fine. But I like to have them,” she places the glasses on her face.

“Oh,” Charlie’s eyes widen as she turns to her partner

Voe turns back to Alastor, who is grinning absentmindedly. She stares at him for a moment before his pupils move down to focus on her

“Did you need something else, my dear?”

She cocks her head “No…” she drags the word out, slowly turning away from him

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Voe laid on her back in the bed of the hotel room that Charlie had shown her. What does it mean to be redeemed? How would she know when she was? Or if she was?

There were a lot of things she didn’t know, but what she did know for sure was that she would definitely go stir-crazy if she was kept in this room with nothing for her to do. She left the hotel room and sauntered down to the front desk where Charlie and Vaggie were standing and having a conversation

“So…Charlie!” She interrupts them with a wave “Would it be possible for you to give me money? Because I think that it would make my path to redemption a whole lot easier if I had a phone, a camera, and a laptop.”

“Hmm, I guess that’s true.”

“Wait wait!” Vaggie stepped in “How is that essential to your redemption?”

“Because…” Voe drags out her words, looking for something to say “It gives me something to do. I personally feel that if I’m being productive, I will be a much better person. You know, instead of feeling awful about myself because I’m just sitting in bed all day.” She glances at Charlie, whose eyes turn sad

“I don’t know about Charlie just giving out money.”

“Oh nonsense! Charlie loves giving out money! She talked about it on the tour!”

“I did! I do!” Charlie drops a stack of cash into Voe’s open palms

“Amazing, great. You’re the best!” She called to Charlie as she was on her way out the door.

When she returned, she had a plethora of bags. About 10, 5 in each hand. She’d developed the skill of carrying lots of bags in life, and luckily for her, it became easier in death.

“Geez! How much fucking shit did you buy?” A tall and thin white spider. Voe’s jaw dropped when she saw him, she run’s over bringing the bags with her

“Oh my gosh! You’re so beautiful! And you look social! Hi, I’m Voe!” she waves at him

He sits up and smiles “Well thank you. Finally, someone’s appreciatin’ my good looks! And the name’s Dust. Angel Dust.” he does sparkly fingers over his face

“Angie ya bitch! How gay can you be?” A sexy Cyclops woman with a crop top, ripped jeans, a boot, and a flat.

“How much of a whore can you be?” Angel says with a smirk

“I’m a whore?” She laughs, punching him in the shoulder

“Yeah, I do it for pay!”

The Cyclops woman punches him a few more times before noticing Voe “She’s still standing there,” she whispers to him. He looks back over to the doe.

“Welcome to the Hotel! Wait, what I am doin’ I don’t work here.” Angel slinks back down, the length of his body taking up the entirety of the couch.

“Hi, you’re sexy. I’m Voe! What’s your name?” She asks to the Cyclops

“Cherri Bomb…nice to meet you.” She looks a bit apprehensive before turning to the deer. She sits next to Angel, lifting his legs and letting them lay over her lap. He sits up and removes his legs

“Do y’all have Sinstagram? This is mine.” She shows Angel Dust her phone

“Voe the Bee-ow?”

“It’s pronounced like ‘bow’. It’s rhymes!”

“Oh.” Angel looks towards Cherri, silently asking for her to save “That’s nice.”

“Well, we’re gonna go,” She leans down to whisper to Angel “I got some wicked LSD, we can forget whatever the fuck that was”

“Aw Cherri, you know I’m tryna get off that stuff,”

“Alright stay then. Stay here ya’ lousy bitch!”

He scrambles to get up “I’m still comin’”

Cherri and Angel speedwalk out the hotel doors, leaving Voe on the couch alone. They were nice. She thought.

Technically, Voe did ask Charlie for money to get a laptop, a camera, and a smartphone. However, Charlie, being so nice, gave Voe way more than she needed for everything, so she also decided to make some stops at other stores, to get things like a tripod, a ringlight, and maybe some clothes. She set up all her electronics, making sure that the ringlight was in the right place to highlight her best features, and then pressed record.

“Hey, I’m Voe the Beau and I’m here to give you all my opinions on things such as makeup, beauty trends, and technology! Today I’ll start by showing you my outfit hall from today.”

She tried on dresses, blouses, shirts, pants, leggings, and shoes all for the camera, making comments about every single one.

“Now I love the pattern and length on this blouse, but the trimmings make it look like I’m about to go churn some butter,” she chuckles and snorts “and some of these shirts are not ear-friendly. So if you have ears at the top of your head like me,” she points to her ears “Then watch out. Maybe avoid this brand?” Voe zeroes in on the tag “Sinners’eye? Yeah, don’t shop there if you have ears like mine. The hats they sell don’t even have holes in them! So non-inclusive! Also by the way does anyone know a brand or store that sells satin bonnets with ear holes? Because it is incredibly uncomfortable to sleep with my ears covered. I feel like I’m deaf! Or at least like anybody can come into my room without me knowing, like shit! I will say that the shoes come with a hooves-friendly warranty which is great, not for me personally, because I don’t have hooves. No sir, I traded that for this big black schnoz.” She points to her nose. While trying on another dress, she tells the camera “I kinda dig having a tail.” She yanked on it with a bit of force on camera “I’m like a dangerous furry” she growled jokingly with bared claws. She stands directly in front of the lens once more ”I’m thinking of trying makeup next for my video, comment some brands that you think I should try. For makeup, clothes, or tech. I’m Voe the Beau, so let me know!” She wiggles her fingers as a goodbye and gets up to stop recording.

After sitting in silence for a moment. Voe gets up to retrieve the camera. After connecting it to her computer, she turns it on and sees herself.

“Hey everybody! My name is Voe! Ugh no. Hey, what up motherfuckers! Ugh, what? That’s way too tryhard. My GOSH, let me just do it.”

She turns on presses record again and suddenly she’s live.

“Hey, what up Pentagram City? Y’all can call me Voe the Beau, and I’m here to tell y’all what’s Gucci and what needs to go kablooey! As you can see I love rhyming ha ha!” Is heard from demon’s smartphones, tablets, and computers. She hadn’t exactly been expecting zero views, but she definitely wasn’t expecting to get around 1,000 on her first live.

What can I say? I really am that bitch.

“So I just got down here to Hell and let me just say, why do we just fall out of the sky into concrete with no idea where we are or what we’re doing? I can goddamn guarantee you that the souls that go to Heaven don’t have to go through that! There’s no welcome committee or nothing. Nothing to ease you in, and I’m like ‘damn’! It’s like getting rammed in the ass with a cactus. And why is everything red? I swear the sky is red, the buildings are red, everyone wears red, or like shades and accents of it. It’s like the only color you see around here is red. I, myself am partial to the color pink. Specifically hot pink, as you can see from the fabulous outfit that I have on right now. Do you guys want to see my outfit? Of course, you do.”

She pushes her chair back and stands in front of the camera, showing off her hot pink blouse and black pants with hot pink wedges.

“I adore these shoes. Do y’all like my shoes? I got them from Sinnera’eye, but beware to all you cats and rabbits, and other animals with ears on your head they don’t carry clothes for you. You can see my full review in the video I’m going to upload later!”

Words begin scrolling up the screen and Voe leans into her laptop to read them.

“Who am I? Well, I’m Voe! I said that at the start. Someone needs a lesson in paying attention. And as you’ll come to learn-I am that bitch Any other questions? How old am I? I’m 27 and like I said, I just got down here to Hell.”

Oh Christ Gen Z is dying now

Do you guys think she’s in Hell ‘cuz she’s gay?

Are you gay?

“Yes, bitch I’m gay as fuck! I love me some pussy! I could eat that shit day in and day out. It’s my favorite snack!”

Is that your real name?

Are you Italian?

“As far as you need to know, yes that’s my name. And no I’m not Italian, I’m blickity Black!”

Does this bitch even know the difference between race and nationality?

“Yes, I know the fucking difference! I wasn’t fucking done. Slut!” She shoots back at the commenter “I just wanted to let y’all know that! No misconceptions. ‘Cuz people used to say I was Hispanic or something all the time when I was alive, and I sure as fuck ain’t letting y’all whores do it!”

Her voice is heard from many devices in Hell, including some in the hotel. Demons are crashing into walls or falling down the stairs from the sheer captivation of her sound and her image.

“So I’m staying at the Hazbin Hotel, run by Charlie...? Charlie something, she ain’t say her last name. And she is cute as fuck. Charlie is so adorable, she’s so light and bubbly and I’m like that could never be me.” She cackles into the camera “Running a Hotel of a bunch of ungrateful ass bitches, could never be me! She got a girlfriend too. Her name’s Vaggie! She is so pretty, honestly, they are both mad cute and they cute together. I’m not gonna break them up like I used to do to people. Hmm? She’s the what? Princess? Holy shit, Charlie’s a Princess? Lucifer? That motherfucker’s real? I need to meet him. Is he hot?”

While walking down the halls a certain facility manager of this hotel seems a bit put off by the lack of people that are running at the sheer sight of him, only to discover that they are glued to their devices. He rolls his eyes. Demons don’t know true entertainment anymore. Back in his day, whole towns used to gather around the radios and listen to what stories the hosts were about to spin. Now everyone’s addicted to these miniature picture boxes that rot their brains even faster than the real thing.

Although walking past these wayward souls had the Radio Demon’s ears pricked at a certain sound. A certain voice. He halts his pursuit to listen from afar.

“Apparently, I’m a doe which is super sick, and I’m the only one that I’ve seen for the few days that I’ve been here. But there’s a stag here with me. Well, not with me, but like-“ the voice pauses “No, here at the hotel. Huh? He’s like tall and really thin. Nah like lanky, bruh.” she laughs “It’s not bad! I didn’t even say anything mean! Yeah, yeah, yeah. And he’s got on a bunch of red, with little antlers on his head. Yeah, he’s got ears on top of his head, it looks like hair, but it’s ears. A doe knows.”

Alastor could hear the smugness in her voice. Who was she to be discussing him on her pathetic technological picture box? Who was she at all?

“Yeah! He’s got this big ass grin all the time.”

The comments start flooding in much quicker than before.

That’s the Radio Demon!

You’re there with the RADIO DEMON

THE RADIO DEMON DIDN’T KILL YOU?

the radio demon isn’t even all that i heard he got his ass kicked

FUCK THE RADIO DEMON!!!!!!!!11!!!!1!!!!11!

“The Radio Demon..? Huh? This guy said his name was Alastor”

THAT’S THE RADIO DEMON

THAT’S HIS NAME

OMGGGGGGG!!!1!!1!1!!1!!!!!!!

“Oh. So Alastor is the Radio Demon? Why ya call him that?”

Alastor’s grin grows knowing that his reputation is still intact and keeps on his merry way. Still wondering why this girl felt the need to bring him up at all. Still, he would find that all out in due time.

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Charlie had asked for all the residents to be down at 8:30 in the morning, which is a disgusting time to expect people to be awake and ready to interact with people. So Voe came down at 9, even that was pushing it. All the other demons were already down, so Voe commanded all the attention when she strutted in like a celebrity.

“Sorry to be late, but 8 AM is ridiculous.” She plops down on one of the couches

“That’s okay!” Charlie reassured her “We just finished breakfast and now we’re doing the first activity of the day!”

Angel points to one of the plates on the table “There’s still toast.” He glances back down at the plate, “Oop, well there’s crust.” Niffty runs by and grabs the plate “Never mind.”

“It’s fine, I don’t need to eat.”

“Huh, I guess you don’t” Angel returns to his phone.

“All right, everyone!” Charlie tries to get their attention “Everyone! Oh gosh, we’ve never had this many guests before” she whispers to Vaggie. She gets slightly louder. “Everyone! We’re just about to get started, okay so everyone listen up, please!” Everyone lowers their volume, though some, including Voe, remain distracted by their phones. The click-clacking of dress shoes is heard descending the stairs, everyone turns their heads to see Alastor approaching the parlor.

“Alastor! You’re just in time for our first activity of that day!” Charlie smiles widely at the red demon

“Oh? So it appears I’m early..” He turns on his heels and retreats back up the staircase.

“Oooo-kay! So, we’re going to go around and introduce ourselves and say one interesting thing you did while you were alive!

Ugh. Voe always hated these when she was alive. It’s always so nerve-wracking to think about. What do other people find interesting? She could never figure it out! They went all the way around, from demons talking about how they’ve hosted the 7’o clock news, to catching butterflies, to fucking 5 bitches in the same night.

“I tried Heroin for the first time and then died.” Angel offered

“You only tried it once before dying?”

“Well, I’d already done a bunch of drugs that day, but when my friend came with the horse, I knew I had to try it! Then I died.”

“No way! I died with an actual horse! It kicked me in the ribs!”

“This is going great! Not exactly what I had planned but this working Vaggie!” Charlie is filled to the brim with excitement

“No one gives a fuck about your horse,” Angel responded. “I was talking about heroin.”

“I know…” the girl said, sounding disappointed

“What?”

“Why can’t I make any friends?”

“You’re up new girl,” Angel gestured to Voe, who sat in silence for a moment, still pondering on what to say. She started sweating from all the pressure of the eyes being on her and her being unprepared. She couldn’t think of anything, at all. All that she could remember was her little sexcapades. She was rich of course, she had done cool things, so why couldn’t she remember any of them?

“Hey,” Angel Dust interrupted her thoughts after what seemed like forever “Weren’t you on live yesterday?”

Voe’s demeanor brightens up “Oh, yeah! I’m guessing you caught it?”

“Yeah, I caught that live too!” another demon chimed in, soon the majority of the room was buzzing about her live. Voe beamed at being able to speak on something she was prepared for.

“So you into Freaky Face or something?”

“Angel! Don’t just assume things!” Charlie butt in, also interested in the live

“I’m sorry, Freaky Face?”

“Alastor.” The whole room responded to her

Voe shakes her head quickly, “Oh no no no. I was just commenting on the fact that he’s the only deer I’ve seen besides myself.”

“Mhmm, I guess you could say mating season is open.”

“Ha! That was funny ‘mating season’” said the horse girl, to which Angel responded with a blank stare

“He’s good-looking! I can’t be the only one that thinks that. I am not the only one that thinks that. Stop making me look crazy!”

“No one even said anything,”

“Actually mating season for deer is between October and December” Voe interjects

“Well,” Charlie tries to take charge of the conversation “Alastor is a very nice-looking male.”

Vaggie speaks from behind her girlfriend “He’s…okay. But did we forget that he’s a vicious overlord who not only owns many souls but is a psychopathic, deal-making, mass-murdering cannibalistic monster?”

“Really? But he’s like…” Voe trails off, making gestures with her hands

“Like what?” Angel Dust probes

“Like,” she thinks “Cute.” some of the demons are taken aback by her claim

“You think Alastor is ‘cute’?” Vaggie questioned, hands on her hips and full of skepticism.

“Yeah,” Voe shrugged “Like, it’s giving…stuffed animal. Or like a pet dog”

“Nah she hasn’t seen all the creepy shit he’s done around here yet. That opinion’ll disappear real soon.” Angel Dust took a swig of his drink “Don’t say that shit to him!” he laughs to himself.

“What is… ‘it’s giving’?” Charlie asked innocently

“Ugh.” Voe slapped her hand on her forehead “It’s just… I don’t know like, that’s a vibe.”

“Vibe?”

“It’s just the feeling you get from someone or something,” she shakes her head “I forgot y’all are ancient.”

“Wait, so what do you think of him though?” Angel questioned point-blank

“I don’t think anything about him, I don’t know him.”

“So why’d you talk about him during your live?”

“I don’t know, because he’s a buck! That’s literally it!”

“Mhmm.” Angel takes another swig

“Wait, are you shipping us just because we’re both deer?” Voe looks confused

“I’m so glad that you all feel a sense of community!” said Charlie, after having clearly lost control of the conversation. Vaggie tapped her shoulder to tell her to just give it up. Most demons were just talking amongst themselves at this point, including Angel Dust and Voe, when the very demon they spoke about made his appearance once again.

“I hope that I’m actually on time now.” Alastor stands just outside the parlor, as the demons are instantly quiet in the presence of a supposedly cruel overlord. He had all the eyes in the room on him, saying nothing.

“Well, Alastor we just finished our activity.”

“Wonderful, so I am on time!” He glances at the clock above the fireplace “Well, I have errands to run.”

“You literally just got down here,” Vaggie spoke with annoyance in her tone

“And now I literally have to leave. Best of luck chums!” He exits the hotel and the air is filled with noise again. Voe stares after him. She didn’t notice before that he had a radio filter on his voice. Was that natural or on purpose?

“Whatcha lookin’ at toots?” he whispers in her ear

Voe looks back at him “Oh, um nothing.”

“Uh huh, maybe you’re not so weird,” he tops off his drink

“Thanks?”

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blissfulness | i want you pt. 5

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pairings: older!natasha romanoff x young!fem reader

summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way. the sad part is, neither of you can word out your love for each other properly.

warnings: slight anxiety attack (just a tinge), bucky being a little bitch, smut involved, oral sex (n receiving), g!p natasha, dirty talking, fluff, and a little angst - MINORS DNI.

notes: i might be uploading part 6 later since i’m so motivated right now! and i’m sorry that i haven’t been updating, but i’ll do my best to update from now on! anyway, enjoy x

The residents of the town began to throw their own parties in the middle of July. Therefore, I was invited, as well as my dear friends. When I asked Bucky about the large party near the swimming lake, he informed me that Felicia, one of our old friends, was hosting it. I considered joining and having fun with them, as I always do, but then I focused on Natasha because we were secretly developing a relationship. Though I knew deep down that our affair could never be in public, I still wanted to show her how much I love her as much as she loves me.

But Bucky kept an eye on both of us. And if he found out she loved me, my father would find out and tear us apart as if we were nothing to each other. Natasha is like a mother to me, but I don't see her that way, so I knew that my father would never approve of this kind of relationship. How can I think that way about her when all she offers is an act of affection that goes beyond platonic? How can I sleep when all I could think about is her? Her, her, her. I love her, I love her more than anything else in this world. I love her because she sees me, and only me. I love her.

Love is not always enough.

Reading in the sun is always my favorite activity when I'm in Italy with my father and the people around us. While fiddling through the pages, I pay close attention to Natasha as she flips the steak she was roasting near the garden area where we all eat. She turned her gaze to me and smiled, while my father was ranting to her about something so oblivious. I looked at her defined shoulders with a churn in my stomach. Oh, how many times I’ve bit onto her skin while her cock was ramming inside of my cunt, whispering my name each time she thrusts into me. In and out, in and out. My cunt began to feel tingly, and I had to close my legs to calm myself down. Not right now, I thought. It’s too obvious.

But her skin was flawless in the Tuscan sun. How easily she moves her hands in the air while talking to my father, how gracefully she smiles at him, making me wish she would do the same with me. I was the sun if she was the moon. Everything was flawless in my presence, and this summer has gone above and beyond perfection. I gave one more look before reading through the pages of my favorite book, sighing happily to myself.

I was about to fall asleep in the sun after fifteen minutes had passed when I overheard two people laughing and chatting as they approached our house. I sat up and looked over my shoulder to see Bucky and MJ walking by. What are they doing here? I thought to myself. Should I shoo them away to prevent ruining my day? Knowing Bucky, I know that my day will be ruined when he is around Natasha. I had to do something.

Until I was too late.

“Hey, Steve!” Bucky patted his back while inhaling the amazing smell of steak from the grill. He looked at Natasha and gave her a small smile, reaching out his hand. “It’s nice seeing you again, Nat.”

If they would see my face right now, they would notice how uncomfortable I was with this scenery.

"Good to see you too, Buck." She scratched the back of her neck and smiled at him. “And who is this lady? I’ve never seen her before.”

Steve responded in her place, taking a sip from his cold beer. "That's Y/n's other good friend Mj, they've been friends ever since we built the house here," he said. “Along with Bucky, of course. The three of them have been good friends.”

“You live here?” Natasha asked Mj.

She gleefully replied to the woman, "I only come here during the summer or Christmas. And whenever I’m here, Bucky and Y/n will be around the area. They’ve been my friends ever since I was a kid.”

Natasha nodded slowly and grabbed herself a cold beer from the red box that was filled with other beverages. “Y/n is over there, reading her book. Does she always like to read while the sun is out?”

“It’s one of her favorite things to do,” Mj chuckled, crossing her arms while whistling to catch my attention. I stood up from the grass and walked towards them all, brushing my hair away from my face. I smiled at Mj and gave her a small kiss on the cheek, greeting her in a friendly matter.

“When did you guys get here?” I asked. Before MJ could respond, Bucky wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him, as though I were his love. I knew Natasha was watching his arm, and there was nothing I could do about it.

“The minute we smelled these amazing fucking steaks!” Bucky exclaimed happily, kissing the temple of my forehead. I looked into Natasha’s green eyes, and the sparkling light behind them was gone. Did she envy me, now? Did she envy the way he touched me? If she only knew that I never meant for this to happen, then I would’ve gladly said that out loud. But I couldn’t risk it, not when my father and my other friend were around.

“Hey Y/n, why don’t you help Natasha bring out the wine glasses?” my father asked, which felt like some type of relief. I got out of Bucky’s embrace and followed Natasha to the kitchen quietly, not looking back at his staring eyes.

Because I knew he was staring.

I can feel the beginning of our silence as I make my way to the kitchen. When we arrived, neither of us exchanged a word, and I was unsure of how to start a conversation with her while she was nearby. She turned around and smiled at me, which was completely unexpected. I couldn't help but return her smile.

“Enjoying yourself out there?” she asked me with a deep sultry voice while her hands kept themselves busy. I shook my head and reached for four wine glasses, gripping them tightly with my fingers.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course,” she replied almost instantly and grabbed two bottles of red wine from the pantry. “Are you?”

I felt myself pausing, lacking words as her eyes stared deep into mine – as if she wanted to kiss me right there where everybody could see, where everybody could witness our unhinged love for each other. Instead, I nodded sheepishly and replied with a stutter, “W-Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“I know you, Y/n.”

“Were you jealous a while ago?”

She quirked an eyebrow and let out a small quiet chuckle, shaking her head.

“Was I jealous?”

I rolled my eyes, leaning against the countertop. “Can you answer my question properly, please?”

“I wasn’t,” she said. “I just… he’s holding you as if you were his.”

“But you know that I’m yours, right?” my voice sounded timid, and the air started to feel warm. My skin also felt warm, almost to the point of sweating. She nodded and slowly walked towards me, her breath trickling down my face. She leans in close and smiles to herself. Like a proud woman, she is.

“I know, sweetheart. Maybe that’s why I want to fuck you tonight.”

I let out a quiet gasp when she kissed my bottom lip searingly and walked away with a proud grin on her face. I tried to walk properly, but I could feel my legs tingling once again. This effect that she has on me, cannot be hidden anymore. At some point, everyone will know and I will be the one who is to blame for it. Not her. But could that even happen right now? I doubt it.

We ate the steak in the garden with laughs and giggles coming from us all. I was sitting beside Bucky while Natasha was sitting with my father, pouring herself a drink while my father helps her out with the cigarette in her mouth. MJ couldn’t help but ask, “Are you two dating?”

Natasha and Steve exchanged glances before giggling softly. That caused my heart to race because I felt as though I were witnessing their love story. It wasn't, though, so that. They might be dating, but I doubt it. It could just be a theoretical idea. Not when Natasha gave me a different kind of look than everyone else.

Bucky felt his body stiffen and ate a huge piece of meat. MJ scrunched her eyebrows together, asking the same question again. “So, are you?”

“No, we’re not dating,” the woman replied to her. “I don’t think he would be my type anyway.”

“Wait, so are you–”

“Yes,” Natasha cuts her off with an amusing smile, flicking the ash from the cigarette near the ground. “I’m a lesbian, MJ. I like women.”

There was a brief silence before MJ nodded with a flushed face, sipping her drink from the wine glass. Bucky nodded slowly and brought his arm back around me, as if protecting me from something so dangerous. Natasha looked at us both, but her face looked nonchalant. She wasn’t bothered. Why wasn’t she bothered by the two of us?

“I heard that Felicia is throwing a party again,” my father mentioned, wiping his chin with a paper towel. MJ looked at me with a smirk, a devilish one, and I could feel my eyes rolling in a playful matter. “Are you three going? You know, Felicia was one of your best friends.”

“Until she fucking backstabbed us with that boyfriend of his, what was his name again?”

“Peter Parker,” Bucky answered for MJ. “Parker got jacked up actually, have you seen his abs?”

“Now I’m suddenly thinking you might be gay, Mr. Barnes,” I whispered, shoving my elbow against his rib playfully – causing him to wince. I hear Natasha chuckling quietly from the scene and sipping from her wine glass, looking away.

Eventually, I realized that I did that on purpose. To make her laugh and see that I do not love him nor worship him and that I was all hers instead of his. I could continue to show my love for her like this, out in the open.

“Peter fucking Parker,” MJ mumbled to herself, grabbing one stick of cigarette that was on the middle of the table. She borrowed Natasha’s lighter and puffed out smoke in the air. “I’ve always had feelings for her.”

“You had feelings for Felicia?” I asked and she nodded. “Wait, how come I didn’t know about this?”

“Us gay people are good at hiding it,” Natasha butts herself in, looking at me with a slight grin on her face. “I say you did a pretty good job at hiding it.”

“Well, thanks for that.”

While Bucky had his arm around me as we ate and engaged in a number of new conversations, I could feel the woman's glare. She took one final bite of her steak before leaving to use the restroom. I desperately wanted to go after her and confess my love to her, but I knew that would endanger our relationship. Instead, I see her stepping away from the table while slightly hunching her back. “You're making it obvious, Y/n,” Bucky said as he continued to pull me in. “Stop it.”

It cringes me that he knew so quickly that I was in love with my father’s best friend.

“Are you two together now?” my father asked with a huge grin on his face that purely disgusts me how he thinks that way, that I was supposed to be in love with Bucky instead of Natasha. “Bucky, did she say yes?”

“Yes to what exactly?" They both looked at me with intriguing eyes that scared me away as my curiosity took over. What could he possibly be talking about–

“That you’re Bucky’s girlfriend,” dad slowly said with a frown. “Did you not say yes?”

What?!

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about–”

“I haven’t asked her yet,” Bucky murmured to my father, and he looked at me with an apologetic look. “Y/n, I was going to ask you–”

“You know how I feel about you, Buck,” I whispered to him, eyeing everyone else at the table with my heart pounding like crazy. It was like I was being humiliated or being used like another toy, just like how my mother would use me when I still lived with her. I looked at my father one last time before giving him that look that I had never used on him before. “And you know that I’m not ready for any of this.”

“But I thought…” his word drifted, just like how my trust drifted away as well. “I thought we felt the same way?”

Don’t act like you know my love for Natasha.

“Can we not do this here?" I got to my feet and wiped my skirt. “I’ll be in my room.” I started walking to the other house and started crying before he could utter a word. He would never make me happy, let alone if I tried to discover my feelings for him. He should be my boyfriend—never her. But the fact remains that she will always be the culprit, and that hurts.

Because I know that it’s impossible to love someone in secret.

Being by yourself by the lake is quiet and sentimental. I enjoy bringing my books here, and occasionally Bucky too. But following that event that afternoon, I made the decision that I could no longer bring him here. I tried to forget what had happened as I frantically read through the pages of my book. As I've learned from Cris, our housekeeper, Natasha has left with Steve. What were they doing, perhaps getting another drink at a bar with some people their age? I could never know, I never understood the meaning behind that.

As I close my eyes, I can feel like someone was walking toward me. When I opened the lids of my eyes, Natasha was right in front of me, with a solemn look on her face – as if she was sorry for what happened a while ago. She sat down beside me and gave me a peck on the head.

“I heard what happened a while ago,” I sighed as she whispered that statement to me. Of course, MJ has told her. “Did Bucky hurt you?”

“Not physically.”

“What happened then, dove?”

“I don’t have the energy to tell you, Tash.”

While lying down next to me and watching the wind-blown tree leaves, she sighed. I felt her hand entwined with mine, but I did not object because I sort of like it when she does these things without saying them out loud. She looked at me, and asked: “What did he say?”

“Something with ‘I was supposed to ask you to become my girlfriend'," but I made a dramatic walk out,” I answered briefly. “I mean, he knew about us, but why would he even ask that question? He knows I’d say no.”

“Maybe Steve planned this,” she reasoned, which made me turn my head a little to look her in the eye. “I mean, Steve loves you both. He wants to see you two as a pair, so I assume maybe he gave Bucky his blessing or he told him to get you as his girlfriend.”

“I thought Dad wanted the best for me.”

“And I’m sure he does, baby girl…” her hand crept inside of my tank top and pulled my body closer to her, our noses touching – without a word. “He does. It’s just that… he doesn’t really know what your heart wants.”

My heart screams for you, my body wants you. Every part of me wants you and only you.

“Do you love me?” I asked her with an unmelodic voice. I pressed our noses together hard and begged, “Do you love me? Tell me you love me, Tasha. Tell me that you do.”

Natasha cups the right side of my face and pulls me into a french kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth that I could’ve sworn I let out a guttural moan. I didn't pull away nor push her away, I let her in. She whispered breathlessly, “I love you more than the words described.”

“Then show me,” I begged once again as I trailed my hand down into her brown shorts, feeling her erection against the palm of my hand. She moans into my mouth and drags me closer to her, grunting each time I stroke her cock in her confinement. “Show me that you love me, Tasha.”

“You want me to show you, huh?” her hands hurriedly pulled down her shorts along with her boxers as her cock pokes out in the air, precum leaking from its head. She grabbed my hand and wrapped it around her length, her eyes fluttering close as I dragged the skin downward. “Oh fuck, your hand feels so warm…”

Our tongues danced as I slowly pumped her cock. I could feel her spitting saliva into my mouth, pleading with me to swallow it. As soon as I did, she softly pinched my right nipple with her hand concealed inside my tank top while licking the roof of my mouth. Everything felt at peace – pure silence and bliss. I couldn’t ask anything for more.

“Touch me,” she whispered with a weary tone, dragging her lips down to my chest. I realized that she was begging, she had never begged before in my presence. “Touch me harder, go faster with your hand.”

I’d never touched a cock before in my life until she came around. At first, I had no idea how to use my hand. Whether I should just lick the tip of her cock or bring her to orgasm with my hand. But as I get skillful with every part of my body, I already know how to pleasure her – yet it feels all new to me as if I’ve never touched anyone in my life.

It was just me and her, in my little world.

The sloshing sounds filled our area and were not audible as I jerked her cock off, and she stared directly into my face. I couldn't help but stoop down and suck all of her pre-cum into my mouth as the tip of her penis started to turn this sort of purplish color. Despite how bitter it tasted, I savored every last drop of her juice. It almost had a sweet-bitter flavor that resembled glazed donuts. My head was touched by her hand as she pushed me deeper into her long cock while groaning in pain from the chokehold.

“That’s a good girl,” she stuttered, her breathing hitching each time I gagged while taking her cock into my throat. She slowly lifts her hips and starts to thrust into my mouth, making me let out choking sounds. “Use your tongue baby, fuck–your mouth is so wet, I could be in your mouth forever…”

Forever, you say? What about your feelings for me? Would that be forever too?

The way she uses her words too, I could go on forever about how much I’ve loved her talking like that with me.

When my nose was pressed against her pelvis, I knew that her cock was all the way into my mouth – and I could barely breathe because of it. So I pulled out quickly and let my saliva dribble onto her cock. I watch as it twitches in my hand, and I gradually pull the skin of her dick all the way down before bringing it back up, pushing out more precum from her. She flexes her stomach as I continue to do this, whispering: “What else do you want me to do, Daddy?”

“J-Just keep sucking on it,” she softly demands, I could not resist. So I put her penis back into my mouth and started to bob my head up and down, my tongue pressing against her rod. “Oh yeah… that’s so good. Your tongue feels so good, baby. A-Ah–”

I could feel the sun burning into the back of my neck, yet I didn’t care. I continued to devour her cock, slurping and licking every bit of it. She throws her head back and thrusts into my mouth in a shallow pace, making my face all puffy and red. “More, more…” she said. “Need to fucking blow into your mouth, let me cum in your mouth?”

I nodded vigorously as I massaged her balls, her moans turning into a whine. She prompts both of her elbows on the grass as she watches me bobbing my mouth up and down, savoring every taste that she has. Natasha bites her lower lip, almost causing me to draw blood, and continues to thrust slowly into my mouth.

I pulled away with a wet pop and jerked her length while kissing the tip of it. “Are you going to cum soon, Daddy?”

“Uh-huh…” she nodded, scooting closer as she got closer to her high. “I’m going to cum soon baby, j-just stick out your tongue!”

I did what I was told to do, bringing my tongue out as she rapidly jerked herself off, her hooded eyes staring at my mouth rather than at my eyes. She humps the air until her hips stiffen, screaming quietly: “I’m cumming! I’m–Oh god…”

My eyes began to close as I felt her sperm splash onto my mouth, then open again as some of it landed on my nose and then my eyes. Her world is filled with rainbows and other forms of happiness as she sprawls out on the grass during an explosive orgasm. I sat next to her and used her boxers as a tissue to wipe off the cum from my face. She hugged me tightly while her bottom was completely exposed, looking at me with guilt in her eyes.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I liked it.”

“I would make love to you here but…” her words trailed off when she looked over her shoulder, the house was a few feet away from the lake. “Maybe in your room this time?”

She gave me a tight hug as I giggled in her arms. How could I ever let this go over a boy when I’m truly happy with another person? She was my happy place forever, and this was my happy place. My eternal crush on a woman. We talked and laughed for another hour while we were sitting by the lake, remembering all the other experiences we had as a couple. Perhaps I should consider moving away with her so that I don't have to live in this neglectful environment, that I call home.

As soon as we got back, my friends were inside the house. I looked at Bucky at first, then Felicia since I haven’t seen her in so long. She smiled at me and gave me a warm hug – I gladly accepted it.

“I haven’t seen you in a really long time, Y/n.” she contemplated with a sigh. “I’ve missed my best friend.”

“Don’t steal her away from me,” Bucky mentions with a chuckle, dragging the cigarette away from his mouth while his eyes were on Natasha. I looked at them both, and I noticed that Natasha wasn’t looking at him but instead, looked at Felicia. “What did you do with your Auntie?”

Of course, he would sound condescending. But I couldn’t get mad at him right now, not in front of everyone who is watching us both. So I replied with a nonchalant tone, “We just sat by the lake, anything wrong with that?”

He shook his head slowly, examining my body as if he might find something that would be evidential that I gave Natasha a hard blow job.

He didn’t inspect anything, I was too good at this.

“Nothing at all, pretty girl.”

“You should go to my party tonight,” Felicia happily shook both sides of my arms, squealing with excitement. “Everyone will be there! There will be drinks, music, and loads of other stuff! You know I’m great at hosting parties.”

“That I do remember,” I chuckled, kissing her cheek. “I’ll have to dress up first, you guys should go ahead.”

I watch as they all leave, including Bucky, before I can walk to Natasha. We both knew, for some reason, that I would never be his when he turned to look back. I wish I could have chosen him instead, and it does break my heart that I can't. But I also want to be with someone who makes me feel complete and important. After everyone left, Natasha pulled me into an embrace while sighing into my neck. She seemed to have been waiting for this, so I happily gave it to her. A simple hug has the potential to become something magical.

“I’ll never let you go,” she whimpered. “Just don’t let me go too, okay?”

We gave each other a tight hug as I nodded and kissed her. I noticed she was wearing the kind of woodsy fragrance I liked from her as soon as I smelled her. But I was unable to fully explain it because saying anything more would be overwhelming. I don’t ever want to slip away from her, and I knew that I won’t if there was a time that my father would find out about us both.

“I promise.”

“I know.” she sighed and kissed my mouth with no agony, no torture.

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#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #black widow x you #black widow x reader #I Want You Series #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff smut

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lostcauses-noregrets · 8 months ago

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Hey, Lost hope u doing good, I'm just a like a half-year-old eruri and I love them so much with all my heart canon or not but there has been a thing lately I've come across many people saying eruri is dead even among eruri fandom. Since the end of Aot' final ofc it' not same but as someone who reads eruri a lot, and wants to write too, it's making me lose my enthusiasm. I really would want to keep it going but it weighs on my mind heavily. Would want ur expert opinion, is it really dead?

Hey Anon, welcome to the fandom! Please don’t be put off by people proclaiming that Eruri is dead, people have been saying this ever since Midnight Sun was published in 2016, and yet the fandom is still thriving. We’re still getting official art, we have an astonishing number of amazing artists and the number of Eruri fics on AO3 is increasing every day. Having said that, all fandoms have peaks and troughs that follow canon media cycles and the Eruri fandom is no different from any other fandom in that respect. It’s to be expected that some people will move on when a beloved character dies, or a series ends, but that doesn’t mean the fandom will die out altogether. Far from it! It can actually be quite freeing for a fandom when the canon media comes to an end as it gives you free rein with the characters. (Not that transformative works ever have to be bound by canon of course.)

In terms of the Eruri fandom, many fans did leave when Erwin died, others drifted off during the Marley Arc, and when the manga or the anime ended. One thing I’ve noticed over the years is that a lot of new fans are coming to the fandom via fanworks rather than the canon media which I think bodes well for the longevity of the fandom, though it can lead to some "interesting" characterisation.

It’s also understandable that fans get attached to “their” fandom; the chapters that were published, the episodes that were airing, the popular artists and writers who were active when they first joined the fandom. It can be really sad when those people move on, and it can feel a bit as if “your” fandom is dying, even if new fans are discovering the ship all the time. I’m no different in that respect, I still get nostalgic for the Eruri fandom c. 2016, the intense highs and lows, the outpouring of creativity, the amazing friends I made at that time. However it really bugs me when I hear people saying things like “the fandom died when X artist or Y writer left” because that does a massive disservice to all other artists and writers who are still active in the fandom.

I think there’s also something to be said about some fans increasingly treating fandom as content to be consumed, rather than a community to contribute to. Once they’ve consumed all the “popular” content, they declare the fandom is dead and move on, rather than actually contributing something creative themselves. Fandoms thrive on collective creativity and their longevity depends on having an active community rather than one or two big name fans, writers and artists.

Anyway, all this is to say, just ignore the killjoys and enjoy this amazing fandom. Enjoy all the gorgeous fic and art by the incredibly talented writers and artists that have come and gone over the last ten years, and support the new writers and artists who are creating equally amazing work.

#asks #eruri #fandom #plus ça change #plus c'est la même chose #snk

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aziraphales-library · 4 months ago

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Hellooo!! Tysm for all the work you do mods this blog is acc amazing :)

I wondered if you know about anymore mcu (marvel/avengers) crossover fics cos I noticed there was only one post under the mcu tag and it’s rl hard to find good marvel crossover fics with GO lol

Thank you so much !!! <333

We have a couple of posts on our #marvel crossover tag. I don't read them, so don't know how "good" they are, but here are more that had interesting sounding summaries...

Shakespeare (Nerd) in the Park by ThePandaFangirl (G)

Aziraphale notices a certain actor in the park who suspiciously looks like a teen he met in the 1600s… and the man who tried to invade Earth 7 years ago OR a one-shot of the times when an angel of God (capital 'G') saw a particular Norse god (lowercase 'g')

Guardians of Alpha Centauri by I_llbedammned (G)

Set in the post Almost End of the World from Good Omens and the Post Infinity Wars from the MCU, Crowley and Aziraphale are living their lives as normal when suddenly they are summoned halfway across the galaxy to help deal with the pressing problem of one Galactus trying to consume everything in his path. However there is a small problem in the fact that the act of summoning cut them off from the source of their power. Will they gain their powers back in time to save the world yet again?

Angel of God, my Guardian dear by savorvrymoment (M)

Meanwhile, the angel sighs, soft hands brushing through Bucky’s hair. “Oh, don’t say such things about yourself. You are beautifully human. Dear boy, would you look up at me?” The angel has to encourage him further with his hands, but Bucky eventually does meet the other’s gaze. He has a cherubic face and soft, aqua blue eyes. His gentle smile is comforting and heartrending all at once. “Please forgive me,” Bucky begs. “Please, Lord, forgive me…” “Shh… You know something? You remind me of a friend of mine,” the angel tells him. “He was a great and righteous warrior. He stood for goodness and passion and devotion. But he happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and he fell from a great height…” “You’re so very funny, Angel,” Crowley interrupts. Though Bucky doesn’t look away from the kind face in front of him. “They tried to burn away his spirit and his light and his love. But they failed,” the angel continues. “He was too strong of heart to truly be broken.”

Iron Serpent by prettybirdy979 (T)

'What should I call you then?' 'Crowley. Anthony Crowley.' Tony has to beam at Mr Crowley. 'My name is Anthony too!' Mr Crowley smiles, a quick grin. ‘What a coincidence Kiddo.’ He stands, offering his hand to Tony. * Or four year old Tony means Anthony Crowley, demon of Hell and Serpent of Eden. It's the start of something that might, somehow, one day, be called a beautiful friendship. It may also save a life.

Guardian Demon by these_violet_delights (T)

“Think of me as a sort of… guardian demon.” “PFFFFTTT-HA!” Jessica did an actual spit-take and burst into laughter, first at Crowley, then at herself, shaking her head in disbelief. “Guardian demon! Leave it to me to have guardian demon! Did the angels just give up, or…?” “Jessica Jones, I can think of only one angel who might be qualified to be your celestial guardian,” the demon teased, “but he currently has his hands full shooing customers away from his bookshop. Face it, I’m the only being, celestial or infernal, who is not only capable but also willing and intrigued enough to put up with your bullshit.” “Fair enough,” Jessica smiled. *** Or, what happens when Crowley shows up after Jessica accidentally kills her third victim? Whether from Heaven or Hell, Jessica Jones could use all the help she can get. Disposing of a body is a bonding activity, right? Starts at the very beginning of S2 Ep11 AKA - Three Lives and Counting.

Is This Heaven? No, It's Brooklyn by heyjupiter, volunteerfd (T)

After supervising the wrong child for 11 years, Crowley and Aziraphale discover that the Antichrist is actually in Brooklyn, and they have one month to avert the Apocalypse. Although they still need to figure out a few minor details (like how to stop him, and what name he's using), they book an Airbnb and head across the pond. Meanwhile, Bruce Banner, the last living descendant of Agnes Nutter, is also figuring things out, like how can he best answer his curious mentee, Adam Young’s, many questions about the planet? Why couldn't his ancestor's prophecies have been less nice and more coherent? What role will Stark Industries play in causing the end of the world? If he took down his Airbnb listing months ago, how did two strange Englishmen rent it out? And is he really destined to live the rest of his life with the asshole who plowed him over with a Bentley? The combined forces of science, religion, and coincidences--plus the hyper-competent Pepper Potts--might just be enough to avert the Apocalypse and give everyone a happy ending.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #marvel crossover #mod d

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z0mbiekisses · 4 months ago

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I’m back with another request queen! Loved Video tape btw!! And it’s another Josh one bc all my requests rn are Tyler so I NEED some Josh fics. Here’s the request: reader is Tyler’s twin and hasn’t seen Tyler in months as she’s just moved back to Columbus after college. She attends a gig with her friends and sees Josh there. They get to talking and after weeks of them dating he introduces her to Tyler. Obviously they fight over this and Josh feels awful about causing tensions between the siblings. End it however u want!

hiii bff!!! i’m sooo happy you liked it 🙌🙌!! it means sooo much.

there is a shortage in josh fics.. gotta give bae some more attention 😽😽. this is such an interesting idea i was so excited to write this!!

i hope you & anyone else that reads this enjoys!!(: i love writing these & meeting new people this is the most active ive been on tumblr in YEARS lol. so thank you guys!!!!

COMING HOME !

coming home was definitely weird. i’ve been away at school for 3 years, and things are so different now. my friends were still back in virginia. my old friends from ohio all had moved on with their lives. hell, one of my good friends from highschool is married with a baby. the hardest part though, my family and i weren’t as close anymore. more specifically my twin brother, tyler. sure, i saw him during the holidays or the random times i came home. but he was occupied with his own life. starting a band, meeting his now fiancé jenna. we were so close growing up. time changes things, it was hard to be so close when we were so far away.

some of my old friends were attending this halloween party. i decided to tag along, meet some new people. see my friends again. i was dressed up as draculara from monster high, i had the wig and all. the party was fun at first, me and my friends all took cute silly pictures and danced around to whatever pop song was blasting on the speakers. we probably looked like goofballs, but it was so much fun. eventually, my friends & i parted ways. they all found different places at the party. leaving me awkwardly standing by the drink table. as i was about to leave a guy came up to me.

“why’d you copy my costume?”, the guy spoke. he was dressed up as a vampire. i could tell he was joking by the grin that grew on his face once he saw my shocked expression.

“i don’t know man.. you just inspired me.”, i laughed softly. the guy looked relieved i went on with the joke rather than cursing him out.

“it’s okay you look 10 times better than me.”, he chuckled slightly. i learned his name was josh. and who knew josh would change my life. we eventually left the party & ate at some random diner and talked forEVER. i learned he plays drums in a band, he really likes aliens and rock music. we had so much in common. and we continued talking for a few weeks. to which led to our relationship. josh was so amazing. he’d let me wear his t-shirts all the time, take me out on random fun adventures. if we weren’t sleeping over, he’d call me every night. and text in the morning. josh would even try to give me drum lessons. which would only end in us making out. josh was the most amazing guy on the planet.

however, josh would disagree with my opinion. to him, the best guy on the planet was his best friend, tyler. josh ADORED tyler. and from what josh told me, he seemed pretty cool. our schedules finally lined up, and josh was taking me to finally meet tyler for lunch. and he was ecstatic.

“i can’t believe my two favorite people are going to be in the same room!”, josh smiled, opening the car door for me to get out.

“you’re so cute.”, i gave him a quick hug. resting my head on his chest for a second. then we walked in the restaurant. it was a cute little place with rustic farm decor surrounding it. i was admiring the decor before josh spoke,

“tyler, this is my girlfriend y/n.”, my face dropped when i saw tyler. it was MY twin brother tyler. i know we weren’t identical twins but did josh never notice the similarities? we were both unsure how to approach the situation.

“uh.. do you guys know each other. is she like your ex or something?”, josh asked picking up on the tension.

“worse, she’s my sister.”, tyler finally spoke. i let out a breathy exhale. the mood instantly dropped. the whole table was quiet the rest of the afternoon. josh would try his best to make conversation. and i engaged, but tyler was silent. i had no idea why he was so tense. sure, it’s awkward. but i didn’t understand why he seemed so upset.

finally, we finished up but as we were walking out, tyler pulled me aside.

“are you seriously dating him y/n?”, tyler asked. the most he’s said all afternoon.

“yeah..?”, i said hesitantly, unsure what he was getting at. tyler scoffed and looked away before speaking again.

“you could’ve picked ANYONE ELSE Y/N.. instead you pick MY best friend.”

“it wasn’t intentional.”, i was shocked by tyler’s behavior. i didn’t expect him to react to everything like this.

“right yeah you didn’t know, because YOU can never do no wrong. perfect y/-“

“shut the hell up tyler!”, i shouted. i had enough of his behavior. this was all coming out of no where, and it was unjustified.

“you’re the one who had to take away MY best friend. i haven’t seen him in weeks thanks to you!”, tyler yelled right back. i chuckled dryly.

“you know, you can be such an asshole tyler. grow. up.”, and with that i walked back to the car, not even bothering to wait for josh to open up the door for me like he normally does. i was so frustrated, i didn’t understand why tyler was so mad about the situation. it was all emotionally draining. the ride back was silent, as josh pulled into my apartment complex he finally broke the silence.

“i’m really sorry y/n.”, josh said sincerely. i took a deep breath. it wasn’t josh’s fault for tyler’s actions. i was still angry, and a little upset josh never put two and two together.

“how did you not know josh?”, i snapped. it wasn’t intentional. but i was feeling so many different emotions right now, none of them good. as josh scrambled up an answer, i was already slamming the car door.

of course, the next day i was having dinner with my parents.. and tyler. josh texted me per usual. he felt really guilty about everything. i know it was never his intentions to hurt anyone. if anything, he was so happy for his two favorite people to see each other. he really was clueless. i was going to go over to his place.. right after i survive this dinner date. it was fine at first. my parents and i making small talk. tyler was quiet. only shooting daggers my way every so often. but those were easy to ignore.

“so what have you been up to this week?”, my mom asked cheerfully.

“yeah besides sleeping with my best friend.”, tyler chimed in. i rolled my eyes.

“i didn’t know my boyfriend was your best friend.”, i replied. before i could finish replying to our mom, tyler spoke up again.

“why couldn’t you date anyone else?”

“why do you care so much?”

“because you’re ruining things y/n!”, tyler raised his voice. which earned parental glares from both of our parents.

“maybe josh doesn’t like you as much as you think tyler!”, i yelled back. tyler’s face dropped. even i was surprised by what i said. i know that was a messed up thing to say. i guess it hurt more than i realized because tyler stormed up and out of the house. i didn’t even bother to listen to my parents lectures, i ran out of the house to apologize to tyler.

“tyler listen i-“

“break up with him.”, tyler cut me off.

“what?”, i exclaimed. now this was crazy.

“things have been so different since you guys got together.. and especially since now i know he’s dating MY sister. it makes things complicated.”, tyler looked at me. my eyes were filled with tears. josh was so amazing, he has such a good heart. and he treated me so well. i couldn’t imagine hurting him. but tyler was my brother. i didn’t want to let him down.

“i’m sorry y/n.”, i walked away and got in my car. this wasn’t fair. i didn’t understand why’d i have to sacrifice my boyfriend to get my brother back. none of this made sense. nonetheless, i drove to josh’s house. unsure on what i was going to say to him.

(p.s i don’t plan on making a part two, you can kind of use your imagination 😇 HOWEVERRR if you guys really want one, i will make one just lmk:3)

#josh dun #twenty one pilots #josh dun fanfiction #joshua dun #tyler joseph #josh dun x reader #josh dun oneshot #josh dun imagine #twenty one pilots fanfiction #tylerjosephfanfic

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takeurexam · 8 months ago

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what are we? -choi beomgyu x f!reader

warnings: fluff, highschool love, mutual pinning

part 2 here

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"Where is she?" Beomgyu asks to your classmate because he knew that your classes just ended around this time, and you and him usually walk home together. But you werent answering his messages when he texted you.

Your classmate told him that you were settling some work with the president in the meeting room, so here he is right now, waiting at the door.

'It feels weird walking home without her.' Beomgyu thought as he stared through the buildings window infront of the meeting halls door.

"Okay, so thats it? Thanks for today prez, see you!" He heard your voice echo across the room as a few students walked out the room, but he didnt care, he just wanted to see one person's face afterall.

"Oh my gosh... its Beomgyu!" One girl whispers to her friendgroup as they squeal in unison. He sighs and walks away a little.

'Beomgyu?' You were just dismissed from an meeting and the first thing you heard outside was your close friend's name. 'Oh, I forgot to tell Beomgyu I had an meeting. I probably made him wait.' You walk around and look for the person the girls described: his hair was a little long, brown, he's a tall guy. And had amazing visuals as well. (Something you would never admit)

"Y/N, there you are." Beomgyu smiles at you and waves a little. You smile back and walk to him.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you in advance, before my phone died." You explain to him why you made him wait and you assumed he probably texted you.

"That explains it all then." He chuckles and ruffles your hair. It was a habbit of his because he was one year older, and he acted like a caretaker to you. (But it lowkey hurt you because you want something else)

"Lets go?" You look at him as the sun hit his visuals, he nods and lets go of your hair and walks out the building with you.

Beomgyu and you became neighbors in 7th grade. This sparked a friendship between you two because of you bringing some food as a welcome requested by your mother.

Walking down the street you both always walk in together, you realized how you two have grown up so much, it had been years since you have met and now you two are seniors together.

"Lost in thought? You usually would be rambling about your day." He notices you staring all over the place, which made him pout because he wanted to hear you mumble about your day.

"Oh! Thanks for reminding me." You both arrive where you two usually wait for a ride to your neighborhood, "Prez Soobin was really strict today. I feel like someone hit his nerve or something." You laugh as he laughs along with you, "I gotta ask Soobin then." He says.

"Hmm.. and Yeonjun and Taehyun usually bothered me about their coffee jelly, but I was really hungry so I bought a few, they even laughed at me and told me to eat and take care of myself. They really act old."

"Huening Kai and I became partners for an activity in maths and he and I couldn't focus because we both were laughing too hard, it was really fun and a mood booster for me."

Beomgyu listened carefully, one thing that you liked about him; he listens. He even comments and proves that he did indeed listen to the details and amuse you.

"What a nice day." He chuckled as you both got in a bus. Beomgyu always offered to acompany you, rain or shine. He was worried that something would happen to you if he wasnt there- if he was sick or out of town, he would ask your parents to pick you up instead because he would die from being worried sick.

'Why have I been thinking about Beomgyu so much today?' You notice and realize that he's been so appealing to you lately.

"Here you go again, leaving me." He chuckles as he snaps his fingers infront of your face attempting to wake you from your thoughts, which worked.

"Sorry." You mumble to him as you feel a wave of drowsiness wash you. He notices and pats his shoulder.

"C'mon, you've been doing alot today, sleep." He pats his shoulder again and you hesitate- because you think you would die from being too flustered.

"Are you sure...?" You hesitate. He dosent answer and just pull your head into his shoulder (gently) which has you dying from joy.

You hope he cant hear your heartbeat beating so loud and fast and butterflies swarming your stomach.

But your thoughts get cut off as you black out.

Beomgyu notices you fall asleep as he smiles and attempts to remain calm as he felt butterflies rushing all around his stomach.

"Young man, are you two perhaps together?" An elderly woman asks him softly as she feared of waking you up.

"Ah.. no." He chuckles, "I wish."

"I hope you two get together. Im betting on it." She chuckles softly and waves goodbye and returning on doing her own thing.

He widely smiled and looked at you and wrapped his arm around your body to prevent you from falling.

"Psst, wake up." Your sleep gets interrupted by Beomgyu, you assume. "Were here?" You mumble as you shake your head to gain your conciousness.

"Yeah." He prepares his bag and waits for the bus to stop.

"C'mon." You and him walk up to the bus door and get down to your neighborhoods stop. "See you tomorrow." He smiles and waves.

"See you, stay safe." You smile and wave back.

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part 2 soon :)

#txt #beomgyu #kpop #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x y/n #beomgyu x female reader #kpop x reader #tomorrow x together #txt au #txt fluff #fluff #soobin #yeonjun #hueningkai #taehyun #txt x reader #txt x you

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darcel-the-night-raven · 1 month ago

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💜 Welcome to My Perch! 💜

Hello there, newcomer! I'm surprised someone actually managed to notice me among the thousands of interesting people on this platform, but I'm so glad to have you here!

Oh, right, introductions are in order...

My name is Darcel, I'm a 21 year old Psychology student, and I come from a tiny island nation called Cape Verde 🇨🇻!

I'm a Bisexual Cisgender Woman, and my I go by She/Her pronouns.

I will say, I don’t have that many hobbies, but I what I love doing the most in my free time is writing, listening to music, singing, watching shows and movies, and daydream endlessly for hours on end if I can.

Anyways, this blog isn't really anything special, just a place where I can ramble on about the random ideas in my head, my silly conversations with no one in particular about media and topics I like, and a lot, and I mean A LOT of talk about my OCs! I can guarantee you I have at least one for every fandom I'm in! And yes, I will warn you I advance that my OC talk might be the more prevalent activity around here. You're all welcome to join me! I love hearing about other people's OCs! I can’t draw to save my life, but I can definitely speak for hours, ask anyone who knows me!

Speaking of fandoms and topics, here are the ones I'm going to be talking about on this blog:

Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

The Dragon Prince

Steven Universe

The Riordanverse (particularly the PJO, HOO, TOA and the Magnus Chase series)

The Owl House

Twisted Wonderland

Genshin Impact

Honkai: Star Rail

Zenless Zone Zero

Hade and Hades II

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

The Amazing Digital Circus

RWBY

Epic: The Musical

Hamilton

SIX: The Musical

Hadestown

DnD

Mythology

Folklore

Etc, Etc

Friendly reminder that my obsession with any of this topics tends to oscillate, so don't be surprised if I start talking too much about or stop talking about certain topics for some period of time.

Well, that’s basically all you needed to know at the moment! I hope your stay here is enjoyable and that we can get along just fine!

Have a great day!

See you another time! 💜

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sn-oozer · 15 days ago

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The big "nuh-huh" or the TPS fandom member counterattacking

After contemplating the juicy volume of mean comments towards the cartoon, I've decided that it would be awesome to state some things and do a role swap in this old ahh war between the tiny amount of fans and a big ol' pack of haters.

First of all, I declare and swear that I do not call anyone to do online fights, to spread hatred or condemnation based on interests, tastes, etc. All personal, it shouldn't affect people. I just have enough courage and stupidity, I am as fearless as a honey badger.

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Even before I got involved in the fandom, I saw at least two videos about how bad this show is. Looking it up now, I'm even more amazed by the amount of people saying the same over and over (and over and over) again.

People speaking about special and unique artstyles, plot and character dynamics...are stating all the same??

Like, you know, average "The problem solverz is garbage" video is usually... this. I know, it's a weird thing to notice, but come on!! First they say that the show is rushed, then they cover the bare minimum.

"I'm gonna tell why this show is bad! Because it's bad!"...and they're saying it for 5 minutes at best, sometimes 10. Isn't THAT mellow? It's like they're taking negative reviews, chatGPTng them into one and reading from a paper sheet.

1. MEAN of me and of them. >:(

I should also never forget how these people act on camera. Saying your personal thoughts (I hope they're not copying other's videos and their opinions are just similar) on the show is normal. That's what a review is, it can be negative or positive, sure thing.

But why are they so... arrogant or something about it? Just yesterday I saw a vid that ended with "Don't watch bad cartoons, watch me instead!"

.. Dude. Hear me out, dude. My man, my comrade, pal, buddy, fella. How's watching you yapping about some animation piece makes YOU an animation piece? Or the yapping as valuable as one, at least? What "artstyle, plot and interesting characters" does it give me? None, apart from at least 30 seconds of a segment of it that has zero sound regulation and million decibels of loudness, I'm well aware.

Great job NOT managing the audio tracks, asshole author, I love when it's barely possible to hear you and then you hit your viewer with a sonic boom. Yes, I do know that it can be funny when there's something suddenly being loud, it's my favourite and that's how I can tell when it's low quality editing and when it's a meme. They can't just rant about the show's technical side and then let audio issues slide for their own content. Don't they know that sound design is always essential?

The humour part is also questionable. Once their miserable 16 minutes at best of video starts, they waste it on gags and sketches sometimes. Next they'll be using sock puppets or anything and arguing with them. Saying that a show is unfunny after pretending that you achieved some comedy gold skills is...eh? What if I want an actual review, Iwant at least an hour of explanation why, how and what to do to make the show look or feel better. Not this:

Hi —> Problem Solvers Bad! —> joke —> ugly —> joke haha —> me funny, it's not— > me cool! — > watch MY favourite series instead! —> bye!

I can clearly see WHY they choose TPS for such content. Most likely it makes them seem advanced in their sphere of activity, otherwise I see no reason for speaking about the same cartoon when someone already said something. What would they need a proper scenario, jokes or even points for if they can just say "listen. Problem Solverz is bad! My [someone] called me and said that! My eyes." There was even an attempt to make "the worst animation series of the year" thing. At the same time, there is no competition among critics, why so?

Surely, I'm not talking about every review youtuber in the world. I won't even name them, I won't tell their channels or links to them. There are people who said positive stuff, having great points.

2. Reviews

The reviews are repeatative, of course they are. I can totally agree that the show has it's issues and it's not for everyone. Just like any other show. We know the etiquette, "we're all different in our preferences and tastes" is a damn motto! It works both ways.

But can't they..like...dig deeper into it? Let's see what they're saying most of the time, what's the matter with the show:

1. "My eyes!"

Yes. That's the artstyle. It's all on purpose. We have 8 episodes in the second season for those who "doesn't want eye aches". Ben Jones knew what he's doing.

2. "It's ugly, It's like it was made by a 4 year old".

And then we have South Park or something. Nobody whines about it's artstyle. We have Pilotredsun, for god's sake, a really good music maker and artist. Why don't they say that about Paper Rad as a whole, instead speaking of only one show??

3. "It's boring, the writing is weird".

Well, they had to fit a crazy ahh adventure in 11 minutes. The issue was fixed in the second season, again, but at what cost?

4. "No funnies"

Absolutely subjective, humor is a difficult thing. Humor has many forms, it's subtle, I guess. The pilot (or even both of them) showed how it works. Are they cats or something, do they really need someone to direct their attention to something artificially? Maybe a laugh track to emphasize a joke, a "badum tsss"?

5. "The main characters don't feel alive/human/like they have a personality"

They're missing the rare moments of character model change for better expression. As if they're sitting through several 10 minute episodes to notice.

5.1. "ALFE IS SO ANNOYING I HATE HIM"

They're just jealous of him /j

First they're saying that the characters are "flat". Then they're saying that Alfe is annoying. Because he actually has established hobbies, interests, senses (hunger lmao) and has at least several deadly sins in him? Because it's always in the viewer's face? Well, if it's not emphasized, it won't be noticed according to them.

I still think it's a matter of character archetype and artstyle...

3. Activities

The entire fanbase has like... several tiny communities. Like the one on Reddit or here, maybe also Amino. The show is favoured by around 33 people on archive org. Let's remember the population of people on earth at the moment. A fandom with the size of a blood cell, that's what we are.

And I saw at least once, that a person just went and posted the usual "show bad". Not on their page, not on a review page. On a fan community.

It's obvious that this user just watched the show or maybe a review on it, did a little brain work, searched for a fan community and posted this. I'm sure the fandom doesn't get into any platform algorithms to get popular. There's no real reason for anyone to try to get on the fanbase's nerves. And I don't even know the number of such cases. May be small, may be average, may be huge.

4. The whole show's position

It's unpopular. The fact is that people consciously go to watch this show when they hear about it, and they can choose not to. Again, the motto. It's been years since it's last airing, it's enough for a human baby to reach adolescentce or something. And people still kinda treat it like it's on their TV suddenly, unskipabble, with nothing else to watch. You 🫵, me, us and anyone else are free to watch anything they want on the internet, anywhere, in any quality. There's no need to try to get in a fight with the fans. They choose to watch the show even if they're warned, they get dazzled and then upset.

5. The grand final

How about people quit trying to milk The Problem Solverz hatred and...I dunno, go fight the real deal? The Internet is really taken over by artificial intelligence, you know? The "dumb show S1E2 plot"? The "meow meow meow meow meow 😔" vids. By actually rushed content, the brainrot that is real. The obvious unprofessionals trying to seize the children's animation industry, Elsagate going on and on, the cropped woo-hoo content, the farms. And somehow, it makes the people behind it millionaires in terms of subscribers and views. Where were you, anti ugly-eyestrain-arstyles and animation/plot writing gurus when you were needed before it was too late??

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I hope that's the first and the last time I post such things, oh my.

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(10/05/24) - V3E3: The Relationship Growth of Ruby and Weiss and the Dichotomy between Jacques and Winter Schnee

Hello to all my RWBY oomfs, and today, I’m doing a scene analysis of a clip from V3, E3, “It’s Brawl in the Family,” the episode where Qrow and Winter fight. While that fight is amazing and I love it, it is not the focus of this thread. Rather, I will be discussing the scene where Ruby and Weiss meet Winter. This scene had some little moments that I did not pick up on my first watch of the show about a year ago (yes, I am a much newer member of the FNDM), but upon a rewatch, I noticed a few key things I wanted to discuss, namely about the relationship between Weiss and Winter, as well as how the relationship between Weiss and Ruby has developed. This analysis will be relatively long, so I have decided to type this up in a Google Doc and post screenshots to Twitter with a brief summary in each tweet, in addition to the blog being on Tumblr. Whatever format you feel most comfortable with reading. This discussion does not work for a normal Twitter thread, so yeah. Let me know if you enjoy this format, and if not, I will make sure to try something different in the future.

The scene starts with Winter exiting her airship, flanked by Atlesian soldiers. The first noticeable part of this scene to me is the reaction from Weiss. Normally up to this point, we have seen Weiss as this prim and proper heiress. Everything to her has been about maintaining a sort of “mask” in public, where she only lets her guard down around those she is close to (which up to this point, is really only Team RWBY). She maintains a certain distance or haughtiness towards most others, especially around strangers. However, when she sees Winter has arrived, not only do we see a warm, genuine smile on Weiss’ face, which up to this point is a rarity…

What is even more rare than this is what happens after. Weiss at first gently says, “Winter…” before she then shouts her name again and runs towards her in open jubilation. To see Weiss openly display her happiness and emotions like this, especially in a public setting like this, is remarkable. And we can evidently see how surprising this is in Ruby’s expression. Ruby, the person who has consistently tried to earn Weiss’ approval and affection (with fluctuating degrees of success) and repeatedly claims to be Weiss’ “BFF” is utterly stunned at Weiss acting like this.

Her eyebrows are raised, her eyes are widened, and her mouth is agape. While Ruby knew that Weiss admired her sister, this scene to me shows Ruby an entirely different side of her partner. The more child-like, affectionate side of her, to where she drops her guard completely and just acts like a goofy little sister instead of a prideful heiress. However, to Ruby’s credit, she takes this shocking development in stride, and runs right after Weiss to meet Winter.

Now, here comes the main crux of this scene for me: the interaction between Weiss, Ruby, and Winter. Winter begins the conversation by asking how Weiss has been. In typical Beacon Weiss fashion, we see her smug aura activate and she begins gloating with practiced and complete ease. She is top of the sparring class, and all her studies are going well for her. Her posture seems entirely relaxed during this, and she is practically beaming as she’s bragging to her sister. Not anything like I would expect her to act if she was mentioning her accomplishments to her father, that's for sure.

Unfortunately for her, this is not what Winter wanted to hear, and she gives Weiss a good old fashioned bonk, which is strong enough to give her a nice old lump on the head. Now, when I was first watching this a year ago, my first reaction was one of sadness and a bit of anger, because it seemed like Weiss had yet another family member that wasn’t really interested in what was going on in her life, but only how it affected the Schnee name, like her father. At this point in the series, Weiss was not yet my favorite character, but she WAS incredibly close (in fact, the conversation and summoning scene with Winter not long after this was where Weiss was cemented as my favorite forever), so to see this at first was upsetting.

However, very quickly after this, we see that this initial reaction is vastly incorrect. Winter was not bonking Weiss out of a disinterest or cruelty. She was not asking “how have you been” like it was cheap small talk at some gala like her father would, and she was not bonking her for not maintaining a composed appearance and being a braggart, which I could also see her father scathing her for.

No, Winter bonked her because Weiss misunderstood her question. We see this with the following line: “I don’t recall asking about your ranking… I recall asking how you’ve been. Are you eating properly, have you taken up any hobbies, are you making new friends?” We then see Winter give Weiss a small but genuine warm smile. It is small but it IS there, like a more subdued version of the one from Weiss which began the scene.

This shows that Winter is not really interested in how Weiss can benefit the SDC or the Schnees professionally, but shows that she is instead interested in her personally as her big sister. She is treating Weiss like a little sister instead of an object. While it may be fair to say that Winter is not treating Weiss as a true equal in this scene, it is more of a mentor/student and big sister/little sister dynamic instead of Winter truly treating her as an inferior, like her father would. It is a dynamic built around affection, not manipulation. Winter values her feelings and how she is doing… even if she has to do so in her own way because she’s still in public. Now, enough of the differences between Winter and Jacques for now. We should return to Ruby in this scene, since she hasn’t been mentioned in a while. Despite Weiss’ constant protests against Ruby claiming to be her BFF, Weiss instantly replies to Winter’s question about making friends: “Well, there’s Ruby.”

No hesitation. No shakiness in her voice. Weiss says it immediately and confidently. It may be just because Ruby is right there at that very moment, but I personally don’t see it that way. Weiss has spent so long up to this point trying to distance herself from others or putting up a haughty facade, but here, I think we see a glimpse of the truth. Weiss doesn't say, "oh, I haven't really met anyone I can tolerate," or "yeah, there was this Neptune guy at the dance that I like." She mentions Ruby. Weiss does genuinely see Ruby as her friend at this point and motions to her as such with a smile on her face. This, in turn, elicits a big goofy smile on Ruby’s face as well, creating a nice, warm scene.

In addition, we get to see Ruby’s tendency to be affectionate with touch here. Ruby gently moves to push down the bonk bump on Weiss’ head. Weiss sees this and acknowledges it with a neutral expression, but does not do anything to stop Ruby from doing so. This to me represents a major shift from V1-2 Weiss to V3 Weiss. Early Beacon Weiss would show dismay or outright horror at the thought of Ruby touching her. The best example of this is in the gag scene in V2 after Weiss loses the board game, where Ruby and Weiss hug and Weiss says the famous “SHUT UP, DON’T TOUCH ME!” line. However, Weiss makes no effort to even pretend like she minds Ruby touching her. She accepts it. For someone as sharp-tongued and brutally honest as Beacon era Weiss, to me, her saying nothing at all speaks louder than most words ever could.

Ah… now comes the best damn part of this entire scene, and the main reason I made this thread: Weiss’ reaction to being touched. Ruby pushes down the bump on Weiss’ head, and this is where the neutral expression of hers fades. It is instead replaced by Weiss closing her eyes and smiling. I think you can have a lot of interpretations in regards to this scene from Weiss. You could say it is embarrassment. You could say it is happiness. You could say it is awkwardness.

Me personally? I say it is a mix of all three. To me, this is one of the earliest signs of the viewer seeing Weiss for who she truly is: the adorkable cinnamon roll that we all know and love. If you just showed the above picture to someone who knew nothing about RWBY and asked them who the silly one in the scene would be, they probably couldn’t answer you with confidence because they BOTH look like absolute dorks. As RWBY fans, we obviously know at this point that one character is way more of a dork than the other, but here, we see Weiss’ facade fade, if but for a moment, and see the dork underneath her exterior come out. However, I do think there is another layer to this scene besides the relationship growth between Weiss and Ruby. While this warm scene by itself would be meaningful to me, I think what makes it actually important is where it happened: in front of Winter. The woman who, at the very least, is Weiss’ most important mentor, and at most, is someone that Weiss outright idolizes (to be honest, I fall more on the latter side of that dichotomy, but think that Weiss tries to downplay it a bit more due to wanting to maintain her pride in public. On the inside, I think Weiss is a total Winter fangirl and we see this slip at points, like her defending Winter after Ruby says Qrow kicked her butt.)

I think it’s significant Weiss lets her guard down around Ruby here because of how much she values Winter’s opinion of her. What Winter thinks of her means a lot to Weiss. So… when Weiss says Ruby is her friend and lets Ruby act like a dork with her, it’s like Weiss is saying to Winter: “I trust her. I feel safe around her. I have grown to like her in ways I didn’t expect. Perhaps we aren’t so different after all. Your first impression of her may not be the best, but I promise you that this is someone I have grown to see as a friend. So yes, to answer your question: I am doing well, and I am making new friends.”

I doubt it needs to be said, but this also shows yet another major difference between Winter and Jacques. Jacques would not even remotely care about Weiss making friends, unless they could benefit the Schnee Dust Company. He would find Ruby’s behavior and dorkiness utterly repulsive, and he would berate Weiss for acting like a fool, especially in a public setting. Winter, on the other hand, does not care, and instead decides to quip Ruby by saying she is “appropriately… underwhelming.” We openly see later on how much Winter genuinely does love and care for Weiss, but we can see great hints of it in this scene that can definitely go unnoticed on a first watch.

However, this is not a malicious statement from Winter, but rather one meant to fluster Ruby (which works very well as Ruby responds with a very half-hearted and sheepish “thank you”). Winter shows how she truly feels about the relationship between the two right after when she says, “I wish to thank you for taking an interest in my sister.” Even if she may not personally care for Ruby, she can tell from the little bit of mannerisms and interaction between the two that this is someone Weiss has grown to care about and see as a friend. Her fears are assuaged: Weiss will be just fine at Beacon, because she has people there to care for her and help support her.

And of course, we get to end this nice and wholesome scene that has a lot you can take from it in the span of like, 30 seconds, with Ruby acting like a complete and total fool trying to impress Winter. She does a little curtsy and then almost trips over her own feet. Typical Ruby! But, again, I think even this small gag moment can show something interesting, because it shows that Ruby also cares about how Winter perceives her. There are two parts to this, in my opinion: Ruby may to some extent care about Winter’s opinion directly, but more likely, I think that she wants to impress her since she is Weiss’ sister. Even though she humiliates herself, she doesn’t care because it’s worth trying to impress someone very important to Weiss… because Weiss has become very important to her. If you have made it this far, thank you for reading. To be honest, when I had the thought of doing this discussion of this scene, I figured it would be a bit long. This long, however, was a surprise to even me. It took me about 50 minutes to type all of this up while listening to random video game OSTs on Spotify, so I hope you enjoyed the read! Look forward to more in the future. I would also love if any of you guys had a specific WR or Weiss scene you would like analyzed from the first 3 volumes. You can request me to do so, and I happily would. You can even make requests not related to them; it's just that those two topics are my bread and butter. Because I have not finished V3 on my rewatch, I feel I would be much worse at analyzing scenes from V4 onwards, so for now, I would only like to analyze Beacon moments. Thank you! Long live Weiss Schnee and the glorious White Rose. While I am a multishipper and not a toxic shipper by any means, this pairing is definitely one of my all-time favorites, as evidenced by how much I am able to gush about it. I hope you enjoyed my ramblings. That, and the fact these are three of my favorite characters in the entire show helps. Let me know if you have any thoughts on this scene! (And right as I finish typing this up, “Winter’s Gift” from the V8 OST comes on Youtube mix! What are the chances!)

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