#YES THERES MORE YESS

[strawberry-smog]

Remembering how back in May 2022 I posted a theory about how the show takes place in 2013 but not on tumblr where people might’ve actually read it so now I cannot be Smug about my amazing predictions swooping that timeline video

[choccy-milky]

I dont know why I had this vision of clora riding a scooter, like a cute light blue one with italy vibes, like a vespa, and sebastian panicking behind her LMAO

I SEE THE VISION AS WELL...idk how shes on a vespa tho since they werent invented yet so lets just assume theres time-turner shenanigans going on LMAO

but also anon this request was so funny to me because the SAME day you sent me it, i also got this one on twitter:

TRULY THE DUALITY OF MAN IS AT PLAY HERE!!! LMAOO debauchery vs wholesomeness...and it made me laugh so much

(and for anyone curious yes i WILL also be honouring the other request......eventually👀)

@jstfndmthngs splitting your ask into 2 again bc its a CHONKER but I LOVED READING IT🥹🥹 "how much they love each other to the abnormal level that i envy" LMAOO THATS FANFICTION FOR YOU, BABY!!😍 also YESS interacting with my readers in the comments was my fav parts of writing a lot of the time, and im SOOO grateful to the ppl who commented bc without them the story would have turned out DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT. like, i know there are some people who write the entirety of their fanfic and then upload it in chunks, but if i had done that/written my story in a vacuum and hadnt incorporated any of my readers ideas/suggestions it would have been SOOOO much worse honestly LMAO. like, not even necessarily putting their requests or ideas in my fic, but even sometimes just reading a comment that would say something like "i cant wait to see how clora/seb reacts to..." would make me think...oh. i was never planning on even showing their reaction to that. but now that they say that, good point, i definitely need to include that LOL. so yeah even just little stuff like that was SUPER important to my writing process and my story and helped me keep in mind what people wanted to see/things i may have missed or glossed over if i'd been writing by myself, but i also just loved getting comments in general bc i loved reading them and they were so motivating🥹 BUT THANK U SO MUCH IM GLAD U LIKED MY STORY/SEB & CLORA SO MUCH, AND TY FOR SHARING ALL YOUR THOUGHTS WITH ME!!🥹💖💖 im lowkey the same way... i cant read any other fics rn bc im still too attached to seb/clora BAHAHA so i still need to give it some time before i delve into other HL fics (i even downloaded a program that will let me replace names so that i can replace the mc's name with clora's LMFAOOOO THATS HOW MENTALLY ILL I AM ABOUT THEM!!😭😭DONT COME FOR ME🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🚓)

omg...i already love unlocking kinks in people but for it to be specifically seb x clora is even more of an honour BAHAHA omg i love that....but i get it too. clora is submissive and breedable af😍LMAOO (im sorry💀that wasnt me just now that was seb blame him)

@acrenna MERRY LATE CHRISTMAS AND ALSO LATE HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! this is so sweet THANK YOU SO MUCH😭😭im happy my story was able to get you out of your reading slump!! (and hopefully will continue to, with my oneshot im slowly but surely working on😩) BUT THANK YOU AGAIN I APPRECIATE YOU SM🥹🥹💖

@misskkfritz you actually arent the first to say this and i also saw a pinterest comment on my art say this........FELLAS DO I NEED TO WATCH GILMORE GIRLS NOW🤔🤔🤔

[gamblersdoll]

i love everything about u and ur page c:

i’d love if you could write any mha character (preferably bakugo or kirishima — but your choice) babying and dumbifying reader as a way to humiliate them? would love to see a daddy kink thrown in there as well. i love the way you write abt it ^^

thank you baby, i dont do too much daddy kink since theres discourse.. but this my mf page so, daddy kink, fingering, vibrators used, kirishima. dumbification kink as well. phone usage.

“oh, you poor thing.” he mumbles, watching your chest heave with moans and whimpers as his fingers plunged into your sopping hole. “you remember how we got here, my beloved?”

you dont answer, swallowing spit that pools in your mouth to the best of your abilities. some of it drools down your chin, feeling the egg vibrator inside of you being pushed by his fingers. your whole body trembles, feeling his thick fingers curl up.

“baby, you know daddy’s talkin’ to you, right?” he asks, pulling his phone out and propping it up, pressing record and his eyes are back onto your body. “you remember how we ended up like this? a tiny little vibrator inside you and daddy fingering you?”

“i…” you try, choking on a sudden moan and eyes rolling back to your skull and he snaps his fingers. “i was trying to do things on my own..” you mumble, your nipples becoming harder. the process of them hardening mixed with pain and pleasure, cold air making them even so.

“gotta be more specific, baby.” kirishima says, pressing a button that makes the vibration go into waves. “what were you trying to do on your own? if you tell daddy the truth, he’ll let you cum, he promises.”

it takes you a second to respond, the sudden change in the vibration making you cry out. you swallow thickly, snapping your hazy eyes back to the present. “tried to.. tried to make myself cum.”

“mm..did it feel good, baby?” he asks, adding a third finger inside and he presses the egg against your cervix, you starting to tighten around him. “did it?”

“yes—“ you moan out, that buildup starting to rise and fuck your conscious thoughts out.

“bet it didnt feel better than daddy just fingering you, huh?” he asks, cooing into you as you start to relax into the couch more, legs going limp and your hands release their tension on his wrists.

“yess..” you moan, your brain not processing what was said, him softly tapping your cheek with his palm.

“oh? it feels better than what daddy gives you?” he asks, stopping his hand and slowing the vibrations down. “guess i should stop then?”

“n-no! you cry, tears dripping down your cheeks and trying to grind his fingers into your body. “its no better than him..”

“thats what i thought.” he chuckles, putting the egg on the highest setting and he speeds his fingers thrusting up. “go ahead and cum f’me, cum for daddy.”

your coil bursts, eyes rolling back and his fingers slow, the new lubricant making his fingers slip in and out of your body.

“thats my good baby, there you goo..” he mumbles, taking his fingers and pulling the vibrator out of you. you twitch, feeling the egg still twitch until he turns it off.

he reaches over and grabs his phone, turning off the recording and saving it. “did so good for me, baby. katsuki will love it.”

[haveihitanerve]

batfamily shenanigans: there should definitely be more shenanigans involving the batfamily and the justice league realizing they don't have powers. Like wait you guys are that good and there's no powers involved at all. Than in contrast them meeting signal he's that good and he also has powers. He's the only one who does have powers and is one of the few metas batman let's work in gotham.

yesss. Like I adore the relationship between Duke and the fam so much and its ridiculously hilarious to me how vehemently Bruce says "no metas in gotham" but then once theres a child shaped one he immediately folds and fucking adopts him lol its the best and i soooo badly want to see the League interacting with him yess!!!!

(especially since they're used to the bats being fucking scary and very able bodied without powers, and then all of a sudden a new one shows up and he has powers and shit shit shit run-)

also yes. more league realize the bats dont have powers- its like the best interaction ever every time it happens XD

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hiii could you maybe do Donna Beneviento with a single mother! fem! reader who is Donnas only maid, Donna lets your son (toddler) live in the manor because she knows that theres no one else to take care of him and shes quite fond of him, letting him play in her workshop while she works, she even makes toys and clothes for him. Donna is obviously in love with reader but she isnt sure if reader fells the same way until your son blabbs about how much you like Donna, which gives to confidence to confess to you. Feel free to ignore this request if you dont like it :]

Yess!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))))

A better future

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Maid, Single mother! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 5,803

Summary: You have to be her maid, you have to take care of your son...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I won't be at home this weekend, but you can send your requests anyway, I'm waiting them!!! I love you all!!! :))

Nervously, you sat down in a chair.

You didn't expect to have to look for a job so desperately, but the storm that had destroyed your humble cabin forced you to do whatever it took to survive.

You could have rebuilt it, been cold for a while and then moved on with your life but… It wasn't you that mattered.

6 years ago you had made the biggest mistake of your life, falling in love with a foolish farmer. It could have been a real mistake, something you regretted at night, for which you cried at every corner, but the result of that brief romance made you see that maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed.

You had given birth to your son, Viktor, in absolute solitude. The farmer didn’t want to take responsibility and as if fate had made him pay for his disinterest, he was soon devoured by the Lycans. It was better this way. It took you a while to realize but... He wasn't a good person and he never was.

Maybe love blinded you. Maybe that romance never had to exist. But, looking into your little son's eyes made you rethink many things. Single mother, yes, but you would be the best mother in the world, for sure.

With a child in your care, no family, and your house practically destroyed, you had no choice but to look for an alternative, to find a way to support the child, to make him happy.

After the loss of your home, you wandered around the village looking for a kind soul, someone who would offer you a job and shelter from the cold. There weren't many options and asking Mother Miranda for help wasn't something you wanted to do. Maybe it was a trial from the Black Gods.

But there was an option, one that could provide you with work, and shelter. You would be a maid.

You had many friends who worked at the castle but you really didn't want to go there, not after hearing the things that were happening in there. After desperately searching for an alternative, the village merchant, the Duke, acted as a miracle worker, offering you a slightly different job and, according to him, a unique opportunity.

Apparently one of the village Lords, Donna Beneviento, needed a maid, someone to take care of the mansion. At first you refused, since you knew well what that mourning woman could do if she got angry. It wasn't the best place for your son, next to a mentally ill woman and her evil doll.

But time passed and your son shivered from the cold every night. The sight of his small body suffering the consequences of the cold was more than enough for you to take a deep breath and walk towards the old estate in search of a chance to have a better life.

And there you were, sitting in front of that woman with your son in your arms. The silence was heavy, tense, and her hidden face made you shiver.

“The, the Duke said you needed a maid,” you murmured, being the only voice heard in that house. The lady held her gaze and nodded slowly.

“Do you have experience as a maid?” A soft, hoarse voice asked, one that came out of her black veil.

You held your son tighter in your arms, wondering if it was really a good idea to be in that place. Poor Viktor was scared, taking refuge on your shoulder. It was probably because of the puppet resting on the lady's lap. It even gave you chills.

“Well, no, my lady, but I really want this job,” you murmured, embarrassed by your lack of experience.

“Your voice sounds desperate,” the lady in black sighed, with that same stoic pose, barely moving from that chair, proving she was not a ghost with her soft breathing.

“No, well, I...” You said, faking a smile and shifting in your chair. “Well, maybe,” you finally acknowledged, making that mourning figure nod again.

The puppet suddenly came to life and the woman crouched down, as if she were whispering something in its ear. Something you couldn't hear. The doll nodded and climbed out of her lap, comically running towards you and stopping next to your son, who shifted nervously and scared.

“Hello, I'm Angie, who are you?” The doll asked. Not to you, but to the child you were holding. He got even more scared, but you moved him so he was looking at the puppet.

“Answer her, honey,” you whispered, just as scared, but convinced that this was some kind of test. “Be kind.”

“My name is Viktor...” The boy murmured, his voice distorted due to the fist in his mouth.

“Well, Viktor...” Angie said, with her hands on her hips, barely paying attention to you. The lady in black didn't seem to want to take her eyes off you. “Do you want us to be friends?”

The answer to that question came in the form of a shaky shake of the head. You breathed heavily, not knowing how important that would be to getting the job.

“No? What a shame,” Angie said, with a squeaky voice. “I thought I would have someone to play with…”

“Play?” Your son asked. He couldn't resist that blackmail with an expectant look. The doll nodded, turning cockily.

“Yes, play. I'm the world's hide-and-seek champion, didn't you know? I thought a kid like you could beat me, but if you don't want to...” She said, feigning indifference.

“The world champion?” He asked curiously, losing that initial fear. After all, he was just a child.

“Yes. Tell me, do you think you could beat me?” The doll asked, with a challenging tone.

“Yes, I also play hide-and-seek with my mother,” the boy said, frowning and looking at you with a questioning face.

“Prove it, let's play,” Angie insisted, extending a wooden hand to your son.

You looked at the lady, who had remained completely silent, observing the conversation. With a nod of approval, she let you know that it was a good idea, although you were still not entirely convinced.

“Can I play, mom?” Viktor asked, tugging at the fabric of your dress. You hesitated, but seeing that there was nothing wrong, or so you wanted to think, you nodded, helping the boy down to the floor.

The two of them ran through the house and you watched them closely. You didn't trust her, you couldn't do it.

“It will be okay, (Y/N),” Lady Beneviento whispered, drawing your attention again, making you remember why you were there.

You nodded suspiciously, but sat up straight and looked at her again.

“Is he your son?” She asked, with an indifferent tone. You nodded slowly. “How old is he?”

“6 years old, my lady,” you responded kindly, to which the lady nodded again, turning her head towards the doll and the child, who seemed to be having fun.

“Where is his father?” The lady continued asking, making your stomach clench as you remembered that horrible farmer.

“He is not here anymore, and it's better this way,” you murmured, perhaps revealing much more information than you wanted. The mourning lady nodded slowly at that statement of yours, letting something resembling a sigh escape from her lips.

“I understand,” she whispered with an indifferent tone. “I suppose that if I hire you, your son will be included too, right?”

You didn't know how to respond instantly. Maybe a child running around the house wasn't exactly what this disturbed woman needed.

“I wouldn't ask you if I had another option, my lady. I have no family. There is no one who can take care of him. He only has me. If that is an impediment to work, I...”

“Shut up, I didn't say that,” she said, interrupting you abruptly, making you swallow nervously.

“I'm sorry, my lady,” you apologized, bowing your head.

“Do you think I would let a child go hungry or cold? Do you think I would be capable of something like that?”

“No, my lady,” you answered embarrassed.

Before the situation could become more tense, the Angie doll came running towards where you were, comically climbing over her owner and making a mocking gesture at your son, who protested by stamping his feet on the floor.

“That's cheating,” your son said, with an innocent tone.

“You can't catch me,” the doll crooned, hiding behind Lady Beneviento.

Your son never gave up easily, you knew that, and before you could stop him, the boy climbed up the sofa, reaching his small arm towards the doll, accidentally grabbing the black fabric of the lady's veil and removing it with a triumphant gasp. .

“Viktor!” You shouted, scared, quickly getting up from the chair and grabbing the wrist of your son, who had been petrified when he saw the deformed face of the lady in black, one that you had not paid much attention to. “Gods, excuse him, my lady, I beg you.”

Lady Beneviento maintained a cold expression towards the child, who tremblingly held the veil in his hand, looking with horror at the woman's face.

“I'm very sorry, lady, I didn't want to hurt you,” the boy said politely, with a sad face, as if he had been to blame for something horrible.

“You haven't hurt me,” she said, with a low tone, without showing any annoyance or offense, which made you relax and focus on her. She was a terribly beautiful woman. No scar was going to stop you from thinking that way.

“Her, her eye...” The boy repeated, allowing himself to be held in your arms. The lady shook her head, with the same cold expression.

“Viktor...” You sighed, thinking, after that incident, you would never have the job. “My lady, I…”

The lady fixed her eye on yours, without expressing any emotion, and she rose from her chair, retrieving her veil from your son's small hands.

“Mom, I took out her eye...” Viktor murmured, scared, terrified by what he thought he had done. The woman in black, smiled sweetly at those words.

“No, honey, she looks like that. You haven't done anything wrong,” you said, cradling him in your arms, looking askance at the woman, who kept a cold, studious gaze. “I, we should go. Anyway, thanks for helping me.”

“Are you going to look for your stuff?” She asked, frowning and playing with the veil in her hands.

“Well, I... What?”

"Go get the things you want, you'll settle in the guest room,” she explained, walking away from you, turning her back to you. You widened your eyes and shook your head, walking quickly and putting a hand on her shoulder to make her turn around.

“Am I hired?” You asked in a low voice, not believing what had just happened.

“Haven't you heard me? Go get your stuff,” she murmured, pushing your hand away and walking until she disappeared from your sight.

Against all odds, Donna Beneviento appointed you as her maid. You would live safely in the mansion. You would no longer have to fear hunger and cold. You didn't stop thanking the Gods for that opportunity.

At first you had a hard time adjusting. Viktor still needed a lot of care and your job as a maid required you to be less attentive to him as you should be. Fortunately, and to your surprise, that devilish doll made your job easier.

It seemed like your son was having fun with the puppet, it seemed like things were getting better.

Regarding the Lady... Well, there weren’t too many things you could say. That you had seen her face was an important step, since she stopped wearing her veil after a while. She seemed satisfied with your work, but you couldn't be sure, she barely talked to you.

Weeks, months passed, and your life improved enough that you felt like smiling again, and, above all, your son seemed happy.

“Where are you? Viktor, this is not the time to play,” you said while cleaning, surprised because the boy didn't seem to be with the puppet. You searched for him all over the main floor, to no avail.

Although you had no reason to think that anything bad could happen, you couldn't help but see that house as a dangerous place. Donna Beneviento was a Lord, and you knew that none of her visitors returned alive from that dangerous situation. Definitely, the fact that there was a deadly cliff outside didn’t help you to calm down.

“Angie, where is the child?” You nervously asked the puppet, who was humming while making small jumps through the hallway.

“Do I look like a nanny to you, maid?” She asked mockingly, crossing her arms. You sighed, already used to that cocky but fun treatment.

“He's always with you,” you said, huffing, with trembling hands and searching with your eyes for some place he could have gone.

“Maybe he's downstairs,” the puppet whispered, pointing to the elevator.

All your senses became alert. You had warned him several times not to go down to that dark place by himself.

“Very good, thank you very much,” you said, running towards that place.

“Viktor? Come here right now!” You said with a severe tone, walking through those labyrinthine and dark corridors.

While you were walking, you heard voices that seemed to come from the workshop where your lady worked tirelessly, making those sinister dolls.

“Oh, no...” You sighed, walking faster.

It didn't seem like Viktor was a bother to the lady at all, they even seemed to get along well, but still you couldn't let your son ruin this little paradise you had achieved.

“And he can fly,” your son said when you looked at the door of that disturbing place. The boy was sitting at a table, talking to the lady, who was working on something while she listened to his comments.

“I guess we'll have to put some wings on it then, right?” Lady Beneviento responded, with a calming voice, which made you not want to reveal your presence yet.

“No, no, he flies because he has rockets on his boots,” the boy interrupted, looking at the work of the woman in black, who smiled tenderly, arching her eyebrow.

“Rockets?” She asked, amused, taking a piece of wood from the table.

“Yes, yes, like those that go to space, but smaller,” your son explained under your attentive gaze.

“Very well... So... Rockets,” she murmured, concentrating on that piece of wood.

“Mom, mom,” the boy said, when he made eye contact with you, revealing your position and jumping from the table to run into your arms.

“Viktor, I've told you a thousand times not to come down here alone,” you scolded him, making him shrink into your arms, embarrassed.

“(Y/N),” the lady in black murmured, getting up from the chair, with a look that betrayed some joy at seeing you.

Yes, even if your relationship was almost nonexistent, you couldn't help but feel comfortable with her and... It seemed like she thought the same way.

“My lady, I'm sorry if he annoyed you, I've told him many times that he shouldn't come down here and...” You said, lowering your head, interrupted by a timid laugh from the woman in black.

“He wasn’t annoying me, don't worry. It's nice to have some company while I work,” she commented, amused, getting a little closer to you, playing with her hands.

“Mom, Donna is making a toy for me. He's going to be the best superhero,” the boy said, enthusiastically, to which you frowned, nervous again.

“Honey, don't be disrespectful, you should call her my lady or Lady Beneviento,” you told him, ignoring that curious information about a toy.

“No, I told him he can call me that way,” she interrupted, sighing, with a face that was a middle ground between a smile and embarrassment. “You too, (Y/N).”

“Well, I...” You stammered, confused by that informality. According to the maids you knew in the castle, that was unthinkable, and they would end up locked in the dungeons for it. “Okay, okay, Donna…”

“There is no need for so much formality, don't you think? You've been here for a long time,” the woman in black commented, with a knowing smile. You nodded in relief, lowering your son to the floor.

“I guess... That you're right,” you said in a low voice, feeling strangely uncomfortable having her eye fixed on you. It was not an annoying discomfort, quite the opposite.

“He's a good boy,” she told you with a soft voice, making your son smile pleased, looking at you as if he were showing that he wasn't up to any mischief.

“Yes, well... He is,” you said.

“I was making a toy for him,” Donna commented, walking towards the table where she was working, making you follow her slowly after that strange moment.

“A toy?” You asked confused.

“Yeah!” Viktor shouted, jumping on the stone floor, excited. “The best toy ever!”

“Oh, my… Donna, you don't have to do it,” you said apologetically, lowering your head again.

“Why not? I want to do it,” she said, with a more serious tone, with a cold and somewhat annoyed expression.

“I appreciate it but...” You said, scratching the back of your neck and playing with your apron.

“Is there anything wrong with it?” She asked abruptly, making the boy look at you confused.

“No, not really, but...” You whispered, with a slightly nervous smile, with a lot of strange thoughts in your head.

“What is the problem? Can't a nutcase like me make a toy for your son? Do you think I'm going to hurt him? Is that?” She asked with an accusatory tone, with that nervous breathing that preceded a terrible panic attack. You didn't want that to happen, not in front of your son.

“No, I didn't say that,” you said with a firm tone, frowning and hiding your son behind your legs.

“It's what you think, don't try to deny it,” she murmured, sitting down again, thus telling you that you should go.

“I... We better go,” you whispered, grabbing the boy's hand and walking towards the door of the workshop.

“I want to stay with Donna,” Viktor protested, making the lady turn around slowly, looking at you with a sad expression.

 “No, honey, leave her alone, okay?” You said to your son, without taking your eyes off the woman in black. “You've already bothered her enough.”

“But mom... Donna is funny... She makes all the dolls talk and she makes me laugh,” the boy explained, frowning, threatening a tantrum.

“Viktor, obey,” you reprimanded, with a broken voice, feeling bad for that moment, for that fearful accusation towards your lady, an accusation founded solely on what the villagers had told you about the Lord.

“Listen to your mother, Viktor,” Donna whispered, moving some paint cans on the table.

After that little incident, things went back to normal.

You couldn't stop thinking about your words, your fearful way of talking to the lady in black, to Donna.

Yes, you were afraid, you were scared and something would happen to your son was unthinkable but... In reality there was nothing wrong with her making toys for him, with her taking care of him. Guilt began to flood your conscience. Donna never scared him, she never hurt him. She took care of him in her own way, she played with him. You had nothing to worry about except messing things up, like that time.

“My lady,” you commented as you served her lunch, with a low and soft voice. She looked at you out of the corner of her eye and nodded for you to speak. The resentment was totally palpable in that room, it was impossible to ignore in that cold and accusatory look.

“I told you not to call me that,” she murmured, while you poured her a glass of wine.

“I'm sorry, I... I want to apologize,” you said hurriedly, making her stop eating and look at you again, sighing.

“Apologize, why?” She asked. “For thinking that I am a child-eating witch?”

“What? I don't...” You said a bit confused by that funny and serious accusation. “I don’t think that way.”

“Don’t you? You’re such a liar,” she said with a mocking laugh, shaking her head.

“I... I just, I just worry about him," you whispered, glancing at the boy, who was reading a story with Angie. “It's the only thing I have in the world and...”

“You're afraid of losing him, I understand,” Donna said, nodding, looking at you briefly. “Sit down, please,” she asked you, pointing to a chair at the table. You obeyed with trembling legs.

Donna looked at you briefly, thinking about what to say, and how to do it.

“You think you know me?” She asked, putting her food aside and crossing her arms, staring at you like a sharp dagger.

“No, my lady,” you said with a formal voice, lowering your gaze.

“My lady?” Donna asked, with an arched eyebrow and hatred in her voice.

“Donna,” you corrected, embarrassed again.

“I know what it's like to feel alone in this world, (Y/N). Surely all the villagers like you think that I’m just a ruthless Lord, that I have no heart or feelings.”

“I didn't say that,” you defended yourself, trying to control the trembling of your hands.

“But you think that way,” she said, with a dark voice. “You think that by having power over you, I would be able to do anything, right? Even harming child.”

“I don't…”

“Shut up, I'm talking, maid. If you fear me that much, respect me,” she said, with a loud, abrupt voice that caught the attention of the boy and the doll.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered, avoiding feeling even more afraid.

“My parents died when I was a little girl, I wasn't much older than your son,” she began to say, taking a sip of wine. “I was left alone, completely alone in this huge house.”

You nodded, letting her speak.

“Unlike your son, I didn't have anyone to read me stories at night, to tell me that the shadows in the room couldn't hurt me. I didn't have anyone to laugh with, to hug,” she continued, her voice becoming more and more broken. “Your son is lucky to have you, (Y/N).”

“I...” You murmured, being interrupted by a gesture of her hand.

“I like having you here, I like to see that your son is having a better life,” Donna commented, looking at you this time embarrassed, as if there was something that wanted to come out from inside her. “I no longer feel alone, thanks to you.”

You looked at her, but you kept your words to yourself as you saw the relaxation of her breathing, the softness that her gaze expressed at that moment.

“But I can't stand that you fear me, I just can't stand it,” she said, looking away from you, finishing her glass of wine. “I can't stand you thinking... That I'm a monster.”

“I don't think you are,” you said confidently, with your body trembling in a different way, with a strange feeling beginning to come out of a hidden place in your mind. “It's, it's my fault, Donna, I... I just, I just want the best for my son and maybe, maybe I let myself go.”

She nodded grimly.

“I wish your words were true...” Donna murmured, playing with a cutlery and making a gesture with her hand. “Leave me alone, please.”

After that conversation, there was something that ignited inside you. Donna Beneviento may have had a lot of problems, but letting yourself be carried away by other people's opinions was never your style.

Once again, time proved you were wrong.

Viktor seemed very happy. He had fun with Donna in her workshop every day. You barely saw him anymore when you worked. Toys, clothes... The lady in black pleased him with handmade gifts that made him look at you grateful for being her maid.

You managed to improve that tense relationship with the Lord. The conversations were becoming more frequent and the smiles... The smiles too. You couldn't say if the conversation that afternoon had served to change your opinion, but you were convinced it had.

Trust grew to the point that meals were no longer solitary, or apart, they were a fun time for the three of you, full of laughter, smiles and strange moments in which you and Donna would look at each other as if you wanted to say something, as if something was forcing your eyes to meet more and more often.

Love was one of the things you couldn't afford. Viktor was your absolute priority. But with Donna and Angie taking care of him, freeing you from that burden for a while, the feeling of wanting to feel loved became stronger and stronger, and it coincided suspiciously with the times you ate with the lady in black, or the times you spent reading with her and your son.

Something strange, that you didn't expect to feel, but that you couldn't stop thinking. Your heart seemed to be determined to give yourself a new chance at love, but your past experiences were not a good recommendation for your conscience, which insisted on denying that you felt something for Donna, something that you never planned to feel again.

Sighing, you took off your apron, ending another day of exhausting work. The house was big, and so were the layers of dust that covered the furniture.

“Oh, nonna, che occhi grossi!... Per vederti meglio… Oh, nonna, che mani grandi!... Per afferrarti meglio” a soft voice reached your ears. It couldn't be anyone else.

In a small corner of the room, Donna seemed to be reading a story to Viktor, who was listening to her as if he really understood her. You frowned in amusement, approaching them slowly.

“Ma, nonna, che bocca spaventosa!” Donna continued, lowering her tone and looking at the child over the book. Your son stood up on the couch smiling, pretending that his hands were two sharp claws.

“Per divorarti meglio!” The boy screeched, growling like a ferocious wolf. You leaned against a wall, mouth open.

“What are you doing?” You asked amused, sitting next to your son, who continued growling and showing his teeth in a comical way.

“Oh, I was reading him a story,” the lady explained, closing the book and giving you a smile, one of those that caused those strange feelings to take over your breathing, and your heart.

“A story? But, Viktor, do you understand it?” You asked your son, making him sit up and stop pretending he was a wolf. The boy nodded innocently. “Hey, you, since when do you know Italian?”

“Donna taught me,” the little boy explained, shrugging his shoulders. “Am I doing it well?”

“Um, yeah, I guess so,” you said with a raised eyebrow. Donna looked at him fondly, and then, then she looked at you.

“He is very smart,” the lady in black explained, leaving the book of stories on the table, and looking away from you when she thought she had been smiling for too long.

“I see,” you said, still surprised, caressing your son's head, who smiled proudly.

“Can I play tag with Angie?” The boy asked, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“Honey, it's too late, you should go to bed,” you said, getting up from the couch and taking him into your arms. You didn't know why he wanted to play. He was rubbing his eyes due to his tiredness. “Um… Donna…”

The lady stood up with you, looking at you expectantly.

“Thank you for taking care of him,” you said with a smile. She returned it to you and nodded, thus generating a tense moment, one like the ones you had more and more frequently.

“It's not a bother,” she whispered, nodding kindly, with a strange gleam in her eye, as if she were nervous. The way she played with her hands confirmed it to you. “(Y/N), I... I wanted, I wanted to tell you something.”

You nodded almost robotically, waiting… Well, you didn't really know what you were waiting for.

“I... I was thinking that I... You...” She stammered, finding to speak clearly difficult. It seemed like something important, which vanished the moment she dropped her shoulders.

“I'm listening,” you said amused, placing your son better in your arms. Your gazes met again and Donna sighed, as if she was suddenly disappointed with herself.

“I just wanted... I wanted you to know that... I, I really like you're here... You're here with me... In my house and... I... Well, I just, I just wanted to tell you,” Donna stammered, with a marked accent that made it difficult for you to understand those words.

“I, I'm also very happy by your side, I mean, working for you, I mean... Well, better, I'd better go to bed...” You said, cowardly fleeing from that strange conversation, trying to you’re your heartbeat.

You didn't turn to look at her. You assumed she had the same expression as you.

Trying to forget about those feelings, you put your son to bed, with your head speaking to you intensely, with your heart calling for you to listen to it.

“Mom, my superhero,” the boy said, reaching out to the toy that Donna had made for him. You smiled, grabbing it from the shelf and looked at it, studying it carefully before putting it under the covers next to the boy.

“Honey...” You sighed, stroking his hair. “Tell me, are you happy here?” You asked, to which he smiled, nodding profusely and hugging his toy.

“Yes, mom,” he answered, with a sleepy voice. “Donna is very nice, and Angie is very funny. I like them very much.”

“Do you like Donna?” You asked immediately afterwards, giving away the intention of your question.

“Yes, very much, mom, she is kind, she makes me laugh, and she makes you smile. I want us to stay with her forever,” he said enthusiastically, with all the sincerity of which such a young child was capable of.

“Well, maybe...” You whispered, amused. “I like her too, you know?”

You finally confessed something you were unable to tell yourself. Viktor just smiled at you, pleased by your response.

Yes, you had spent a lot of time denying your feelings, and that confession eased your anguish a bit. It's a shame that such a small child was incapable of keeping quiet.

“Looks like the weather has gotten better,” you murmured during lunch. That strange conversation from the night before had tense the atmosphere again, especially for Donna, who didn't seem to want to look at you, as if she were embarrassed by something.

“Yes, at least we can see the sun,” she commented, without looking up.

“Can we go for a walk in the forest?” Viktor asked, making the tension dissipate for a moment.

“We'll see, honey,” you said, wiping him with a napkin. “Come on, eat.”

“I like the forest. It has very big trees,” the boy said, looking at Donna, who smiled tenderly at him.

“Do you like it?” She asked kindly, looking away from you.

“Yes, I like it as much as my mom likes you,” he commented innocently, making you drop the cutlery on the plate, your heart completely stopping and a blush rising on your cheeks.

“Your… mom?” Donna asked, with the same trembling as you, looking at you slowly, with an expression of astonishment and disbelief.

“Viktor...” You sighed with a dark look. “What are you talking about?”

“You told me last night, Mom, you said you really liked Donna,” the boy said, feeling threatened by your angry look and your painful shame.

“Okay, enough, Viktor, go, go to play with Angie,” you said nervously, pushing your son out of the chair.

“But mom...” He protested confusedly, letting himself be dragged by your hand until he ran in search of the doll.

“Damn...” You muttered, slowly heading to the table, pretending that nothing had happened. “I'm going, I'm going to pick this up,” you said nervously, placing the plates to run out of there.

“Wait,” Donna said, standing up abruptly and stopping your attempt to flee with a hand on your shoulder.

“I'm in a hurry, Donna, I have to pick this up,” you said, on the verge of tears, terribly embarrassed and blushing at that inappropriate comment from your son. True, but inappropriate.

“Wait, please, I...” She begged, holding you tighter as you fought back your tears. “I love you.”

You stopped, turning slightly towards her. You hadn't imagined it, she had really said it. Your heart was about to burst.

“What have you said?” You asked with a broken voice, with a low and suspicious tone.

“I love you, (Y/N), I’m, I’m in love with you,” she confessed, looking away from you, with that same wet shine in her eye.

“Donna, I…” You stammered, not believing it could be true, not believing the voices in your heart were right.

“I didn't dare to tell you because, because I wasn't sure if you could feel the same but...”

“But my loudmouth son encouraged you to do it,” you finished, relaxing your face and leaving the plates on the table again, smiling happily, as if you were in a dream.

“I, I know that I’m not... What... What you are looking for but... I, I would like to be able to... I...”

Her babbling was stopped by a kiss, a kiss that you quickly placed on her lips while your hands played with her hair, preventing her from separating from you. Donna pulled away slowly, but before either of you could say anything else, she kissed you, slowly, enjoying that sensation, that love that had just seen the light.

“Gross!” Angie screamed, approaching the scene with your son, who was looking at you with curiosity.

You both closed your eyes and smiled, resting your foreheads together, your hands roaming your waist, enjoying a small moment of realization, of insights that were taking too long to come.

“I'm in love with you too, Donna,” you confessed, playing with her hand, placing your lips once again on hers, with the salty taste of a tear seasoning that important moment.

“Mom...” Your son called, tugging at your dress. You both smiled at each other again before separating. You took the child into your arms, enjoying his innocence.

“What, honey?” You asked, excited by that moment. Donna looked at you tenderly, not wanting to interrupt.

“Does that mean we will stay here forever?” He asked with an excited smile, excited by that possibility. You looked at Donna, and then at your son.

“Yes, darling…”

[missamyrisa2]

miss amy, how would you tickle a girl who sparklegasms just from having her feet touched? 🥺 asking for a friend (aka myself)

You'd be in soooo much trouble with meee because I happen to know that sensation ~ it's not the easiest way for me to sparklegasm but it has happened and mmmhhh that sensation of soooo much lose of control from the tickling and hotwiring of the royal parts, allll from that area alll the way down theree is just soooo amazingly blindingly overloading ~

Which is why I'm going to be giving you sooooo many knowing smirks as I strap you down ~ not all over your body of course, justttt at your ankles as you sit at the edge of my fluffy bed. Yesss, you can flail your arms allll around and do sit-ups and bounce and everything you like as I sit at the foot of the bed and start tracing under each toe. I'm gonna find allll your hot spots down here, explore your cute lovely feeeet and comment on your every reaction. Oooh is that a spoooooottttt between your big toe and index toe? Does it tiiiiiickle when I trace my nail tip on your inner sole up and down? Mmmmh you're so ticklish so ticklehottt down hereee ~ does it tickle so bad hun? Maybe it tickles soooo gooooood?

Maybeee you neeed feathers between each toe ~ yesss I brought enough for the whole class yes I didddd ~ a feather betweeen thesee toesss and these toesss and ooh yes these twooooo ~ everyone gets to share a feather today. Don't drop them darling ~ not that I think you want toooooo ~ you're gasping so much already sweetheart. Does it feel so good, all these soft tickle feathers between your toes while I trace your sole wrinklesssss? Awww such a reaction, so dramatic. It's just tickles y'know.

Ooh is it more than tickles? Do these tickles make you feel so good? Whyyy I never, what a naughty thing you are. Getting all worked up just form having your feet tickled and loved and massaged? Why, how do you even walk sweetheart? How do you get a foot massage? Maybe you need more of them. Maybe you need exposure therapy. Ahh yes, that's it huh. We have to get out this fluffy tickle brush and work your naughtyyyy feetttsss until we get allll that awful naughtiness outtta youuuu ~

Ahhh you're so cute like thisss, so sexy when you curl those toes. Ooh I just have to kisss yes I dooo I'm gonna kiss each toe I ammmmhhh~ kissyy kissy on this toe and this toe and muah muah muahhhhh and noww the otherrr fooooot~ Awww does it tingle? Naughty thing. My lips prints tingle your toesss? Do you feeel those kissiesss? Feel your body tensing and writhing and wiggling from the ticklessss? How does this feel hun? When I fluff my dusterr brush over allll those kissed toessss ~ and wiggle my nails alll over those solesssss~

Mmhmm moan it out sweetness. I'm not stooopppingg ~ you're a naughty naughty girl and you need to be tickled and teased and taunted until you can't even see straight mmhmmm ~ Ahhh have you ever had buzzies on your solesss? Good thing you're nice and snug here and your hands can't reach down to stop me because I have my travel vibrating wand and we're gonna seeeee what happens when I buzzzzzz this line under your toessss mhmmm ~ ooh the bulb fits justtttt right. You're like my giggly gaspyyyy sparklyyy cinderella yes you are the wand fits just right!

I knowww I knoww you wanna sparklegasm so baddd huhhhh ~ and you cannn oh yess you can I won't stop youuuuu~ but I also won't stop tickling and teasing no I won'ttttt you're sooo cute and so sexy like thisss and soo naughtttyyy that I'm gonna tickle everyyyy last sparkle outtta youuuu and those feetsss are just gonna be a melteddd twitching kissed up messs by the time I'm done with ya!

[eternalera]

hxh fandom... we need to talk about killua...

HE IS NOT AS STRONG AS SOME OF Y'ALL MAKE HIM OUT TO BE OKAY. LIKE THIS SHIT IS ACTUALLY CONCERNING AT THIS POINT.

like ive seen SO many youtube shorts and shit being like "oh this is why killua is one of the strongest characters in hxh!" but he is NOT. im sorry but i dont even think he makes top ten in terms of strength. like just listening out some characters who are stronger than him (click read more cause its kinda long lol)

palm (killua admits he's weaker than her)

morel (stronger than palm)

knuckle (ALSO STRONGER THAN PALM WOW-)

shoot (HE LITERALLY BEAT KILLUA IN A FIGHT AND HE SAYS HES STRONGER THAN KILLUA)

knov (ALSO stronger than palm but 'oh he got scared because of the nen' YEAH GUESS WHAT HES STILL STRONGER. he lost resolve not his strength in battle :/)

youip ('oh but killua got him with godspeed' HIS ATTACKS DID NOTHING IM SORRY BUT NO. like he was practically a fly, like he bought time for knuckle to get away and yknow... NOT die but not much else)

meruem (literally THE strongest character that we've seen im pretty sure)

hisoka (do i even need to say anything?)

illumi (literally went through the same training as killua)

kite (i dont think i should be explaining this one but he sensed pitou before them AND held them off long enough for killua and gon to run away before yknow... dying-)

pouf (says killua was hard to keep up with in speed but... yeah not much else :/)

kurapika (idc what anyone says, kurapika's powers are broken and YES HE CAN USE THEM ON OTHER PEOPLE NOT JUST SPIDERS. especially with emperor time and stuff like that)

chrollo (... guys spoilers for the mange but chrollo beat hisoka... killua is NOT stronger)

bisky (killua doesnt even come close to her, he's said it himself that she's a lot faster than him, stronger, etc)

ging (literally one of the best hunters in the entire world so much so that netero chose him for a seat on the zodiac's or whatever)

LITERALLY ANY OF THE ZODIACS

NETERO

AND THERES SO MANY MORE. LIKE SILVA, ZENO, TBH IM LOWKEY CONSIDERING PUTTING TSUBONE ON THERE BECAUSE SILVA SENT HER TO TAKE KILLUA BACK AND SHE HAD TO BE SOMEWHAT STRONGER THAN HIM IN ORDER TO DO THAT

like even if you dont think certain characters ive listed cant beat him... the majority definitely can. like honestly and people will say

"oh but killua without the needle-"

THE NEEDLE DIDNT DO SHIT

IT DIDNT HINDER HIS PHYSICAL STRENGTH DID IT!?!? DID WE WATCH THE SAME SHOW?!?!?

the needles job was to make killua run if he was ever facing an opponent show was stronger than him (ANOTHER REASON WHY SHOOT IS STRONGER-). not hinder his own strength. sure it made killua REALLY scared whenever he fought someone causing him to run away before a fight could be won but ive seen SO many people being like "killua without the needle goes so hard!!!"

which btw he still LOSES a lot of his fights in the chimera ant arc and shit like that and oh guess what he doesnt have? THE NEEDLE

he did NOT win against youpi. he did NOT win against pouf. he did NOT win against palm.

the only fights that we see him win are against background character ants and shit like that. ants that (lets be honest) are probably pretty damn weak and who any of the characters ive mentioned before could kill and defeat rather easily

sure wouldve they have done so quickly? probably not but they still wouldve defeated them easily as doing something quickly doesnt always mean you did it with ease

anyways im just so sick of the killua glaze in this fandom- like yess killua is strong for his age and he is going to get stronger. but if he was everyone elses age with the power he has now? he would not be that impressive and people would glaze him a lot less. the only reason people do so right now is because of his age and what hes done they think he's a lot stronger than he actually is

but he's not. and i think we really need to calm down with it all because DAMN this shit is getting annoying to see lol-

... so yeah bye-

[toxifoxx]

YESS YES FAT WILLIAM!! HES CANONICALLY FAT IN THE BOOKS PRE-SPRINGTRAP! HE IS DESCRIBED AS HAVING A SANTA CLAUS BODY TYPE MAKE HIM FAT!!!!! The reason he looks so skinny post-springtrap incident is because people often lose a lot of weight when recovering from serious injuries and diseases, with medications causing low appetite, low energy to get out of bed to prepare food, sometimes painful to eat depending on the injury -- which goes double for William with, yknow, *punctures in his neck* that would make swallowing quite painful. Skinny William is intentionally supposed to look like a shell of his former fat self. That's why Dave wasn't immediately recognizable as William, because William is described as this fat, friendly, charming Santa-Claus-like guy, not this shriveled, off-putting shell of a man. So I really really appreciate when people draw pre-springtrap William as fat, because fatness is supposed to indicate a better time in his life, when he was happy(er) and healthy! Living life without pain!

Sorry for rambling so much, fat William is something I'm really passionate about

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO GET TO THIS ASK

ive drawn my william as fat for a while now but i was hesitant to fully commit >.> these days its almost the only way i can draw him!! and yeah, exactly, he would lose a lot of weight from his injuries, and the neck punctures would definitely be a problem… and the man's in awful pain so he doesn't have much of an appetite!! uncertain if any of his organs woulda got pierced - actually hold on i was looking for the spot in the books where he was talking about lungs filling up with blood and he just straight up says 'you'll feel your organs punctured'. so theres another problem with eating.

im really passionate about fat william as well!! and i do really, genuinely think it suits his pre-murders character sooooo much better. not only is he healthy and happy, but he's meant to look inviting. cause he is! it makes sense why everyone in hurricane would trust him and be reluctant to believe he committed the murders! and i think it makes for a very important contrast to when he goes off the deep end. he's not himself anymore! and it shows, visually!

i hope some day more people draw him fat, and treat him being fat with respect. i find it interesting how many people (mostly talking twitter users :grimace:) are so quick to cite the books as part of the lore, yet conveniently all ignore the part about how william was a fat man, and balk whenever someone actually draws him as such…

thank you for rambling in my inbox :3

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 24

"we'll wait for more people to join before we start." he squinted, attempting to read the chat.

i sat next to him anxiously. we shared the cameras view. i also leaned in to read the chat.

'THIS YYOUR GF???'

'omg you two are so cute.'

'heyyyy johnnieee'

'Whats your nameee 😱'

i turned to johnnie, "Am i allowed to answer chats?" i whispered.

"Yeah, of course." he smiled, placing his hand on my thigh, "it's your Q and A."

"Oh, okay," i fidgeted with my fingers. "Well, my name is y/n."

"Send in more questions while we wait." johnnie added.

'that name is kinda ass tbh'

'whats your favorite movie y/n'

'is johnnie a good bf?'

'oo i love your name'

'opinion on sharks?'

'we have the same name!!'

"Hmm," i pondered for a moment, "i think my favorite movie is [favorite movie]. but I like a lot of other ones, too. yes, johnnie is a great boyfriend." i giggled, patting his back. "opinion on sharks? sharks are cool as fuck, i love them."

The chat went by fast.

'SHARRKKSSSSS'

'<3<3<3'

'are you and jake friends?'

'whats ur fav color?'

'youre seem so sweet wtff'

'HEYYY'

"hi!" i responded, "yeah, me and jake are friends. my favorite color is [favorite color]. i seem sweet? thank you so much." i placed my hand over my mouth as i smiled.

'MY HWADPHONES ARE GONNA DIE'

'johnnie is red as a fuckin tomato rn bro is CRUSHINGGG HARD'

'not johnnie staring at her lolll'

'would you start your own youtube and social media thing?'

'KISS'

I looked towards johnnie, whos face was even more red after being exposed by his own fans. he placed a kiss on my lips, making the chat go fucking insane.

"i probably won't start my own youtube channel, but my instagram is @______." i pulled out my phone to show my instagram account.

"okay, i think we're good to start. im going to be doing my whole makeup routine on her and making her emo." he joked, emphasizing the word emo.

he turned my chair so i was facing him. "im scared. dont kill me, please." i teased.

he rolled his eyes. "Sometimes i do concealer, so we're going to use her concealer all over her face."

as he was blending out the concealer, i looked over to read the chat.

'im stroking my shit rn (im a girl)'

'Are you and tara friends?'

'favorite music artis??'

'opinion on spaghetti'

'Are you going to start recroding some videos with jake and johnnie????'

johnnie began putting black eyeshadow on my eyelid as i spoke. i closed my eyes, "me and tara are basically sisters. my favorite music artist is probably [favorite artist(s)]." i peeked at the chat again, "opinion on spaghetti? fire as fuck, to be honest."

johnnies finger dipped into dark red eyeshadow as i read through more comments.

'do u guys live togetherrr??'

'omg its looking so good!!'

'is johnnie lady gaga'

i squinted my eyes at the last comment, "uh, i dont think hes lady gaga," i turned my gaze towards johnnie. "are you lady gaga?"

"last i checked, im not." he mumbled, his full attention on the makeup.

"yeah, we live together. it was a weird situation," i admitted.

'i cant tell if i wanna be y/n or be with y/n'

'do you like mcr?'

'is there an age gap between you and johnnie? you look so young lol'

as johnnie began putting streaks of eyeliner under my eye, i answered, "well, im 25 and johnnie is 26. theres not much of a gap. also, who doesnt like my chemical romance? my mom always hated me listening to them, though."

'ur mom is weird then no offense'

'OMG YESS MCR STAN'

'fav mcr song'

"my favorite song by them is probably cancer or to the end." i answered as johnnie patted my leg.

"look at the camera, youre done." he smiled.

i did as he said, looking towards the camera for all the viewers to see.

'SO CUTEEE'

'y/n should be emo fr'

'omggg johnnie she looks so good'

"i know she looks good," his thumb rubbed my thigh.

i pulled out my phone to see myself before taking a photo of me and johnnie to post on my story. "oh my god, i actually love it."

his smile widened. "im so glad." he paused to admire me before turning back to the camera, "were busy the rest of the day, so i think i gotta end the stream here."

i was confused, we didnt have anything else planned for today. the only thing i had to do was work tonight. "bye, everyone!"

'BYE JOHNNIE BYE Y/N'

'pleaseeee bring y/n back sometime!!'

"yeah, ill bring her back, dont worry." he grinned and held up a peace sign, "bye, guys."

he ended the stream and immediately kissed me, one hand meeting my cheek, and the other snaked around my waist. i leaned in, deepening the kiss.

he pulled away slowly, "i dont want you to be too tired for work tonight."

"youre right." i took a makeup wipe and began to wipe my face off. "i should probably get some sleep."

i got up and crawled into our bed, making sure to save space for johnnie. he climbed in and laid next to me, pulling me close to his chest. i fell asleep to the rhythmic drum of his heart as he ran his fingers through my hair.

[sukunafuka]

weird idea for a like a one part smut thing HEAR. ME. OUTTTT. college sukuna x new student (us). but WAIIIITTTTT! THERES MORE. since it’s pretty close to halloween.. maybe a big ah house party. a halloween one obv. anyways i figured i’d ask cause all you can do is TRY. love you ho 😘

YESS YES YES YES YES!!!!! SUKUNA IS SO SEXY FUCKKKKKK

kiss me rn anon i’ll make it extra slobbery for you, i love you 🫦

i need to write a drabble with this if u want me to <3

[s0ckh3adstudios]

OKAY so ive been very aggressively thinking about this for like a week, and now that goldstar's boss phase designs are out i feel ts high time to share it

SOOO ive been thinking about the whole "father's execution" soundtrack (i think thats what you called it?? yes i scrolled through the entire tag ever since i found this au im a little insane), and well i don't exactly have the composing chops to make it, i can still at least imagine how it would sound!

since this is a swap au, i assume that means everyone's respective leitmotifs would swap with their roles. people seem to associate clover (in this context rover) with either the "justice" or the "enemy retreating" motif, but theres also the bassline from the yellow soul phase in your best nightmare. i feel we could rule out usage of "enemy retreating" since thats def more a no mercy route related motif, and rover didnt do any killing, they're the one that got killed (SORRY 😭). but, i feel i'd swap the ketsukane/kanako motif with justice, since it's also very prominent in showdown! at one point, really reinforces that starlo and rover are family :]

as for the other motifs, obviously showdown will be a prominent one, and forlorn (which is actually already in a mother's love, believe it or not! its hard to pin down but theres a hint of it) would also be prominent. mo has his own mo-tif (ha), so we know it swaps with protocol. fireheart's motif is a bit harder to pick out, seeing as the ketsukanes all share a single motif, but i can pretty freely assume that fireheart and kanako arent related in this au for obvious reasons. maybe the other half of the ketsukane motif would play there?? not sure, haven't thought too hard on that one yet.

OKAY IM SORRY THIS IS REALLY LONG im just a little bit insane over this au! hope this was a good/interesting read though !!

AUAUGSHBJNKRWGHGNLDRSHFMLJ OH MY GOSHHHHHHHH YEAH YEAH YEAH YOU GET IT

I always wonder how A Father's Execution would sound like godddd it'd be so good AND THESE ARE SUCH GOOD POINTS/DETAILS. Don't worry I'm insane over this AU too and I appreciate you for it THIS WAS SUCH AN INTERESTING READ YESS

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

At the beginning I thought this coworker would be mostly stoic to everyone save for his s/o but as in like other oc being a bit nice? As in I don't really like to interact with others but I like this one, that's why the whole trying to meet them or the bar scene, but then he turned out to be a sort of 'macho' how sad, just like Monty on best of both worlds, he's the kind of people I would run away from, yes Monty backs down after shouting or crying, this guy don't, and it's so infuriating

The more I read bout him the more I would be kicking and scratching and bitting just to get out, and for him to always be stealing something? Oh Lord have mercy

The only nice thing he's done is the stalker and the Jane thing, the bar scene too but seeing more of him I feel it was more for himself

unfortunately if hes the mostly stoic one and is nice to you, it would just be another Yves orchestrated Yandere story 😭😭😭😭

yess so theres this spectrum where

Yves is Slay girlboss superior Yandere

Cyprus is Mid Yandere

Monty is CringeFail Yandere

but then theres another spectrum

where Yves is technically still the best because although he does shit without consent,at least u don't know, and Monty will back off

whereas Cyprus is a fuckin parasite and should be put down

but then again, im trying to like go with the breaking addictions theme, ill see how ill develop Cyprus overtime, maybe il grow to like him in the future

[lordsireno]

Hey, it's so lovely to see that the deponia fandom is not dead yet :D And to see someone also liking Argus. Personally, I find him and the prototype plot twist so interesting. Argus not really being a villain, but a very complex character/antagonist with an understandable motive: wanting to save his people. And his relationship to them. He was chosen to lead them, always knowing they were meant to die. And then his relationship with Ulysses, who adopted him like a son, and still would have left him behind on deponia to die with the rest.

All this and so much more counts into Argus' complexity. And I have been so mad for years that we only got a crumble of that in the games sadly. We didn't even see him one last time before he fell like Rufus. Anyways, keep it going! ^^

Hehe, its not the biggest but it's certainly still going!

Yess Argus my beloved! I think the prototype twist is really what set my mind a whirl with ideas~ The play of all three having their own selfish desires working against each other, but theres so many chances they align in goal. Argus relationships in particular, wanting to save his men but not caring if they die, the father figure- we have no idea how much care Ulysses offered, but to know he was ordering his to work towards his own death.

Whaa yes I so wish we'd gotten even a little scrap more 😭 Though it means i can fill it in with whatever i like XD

Thank you for your support! I hope you continue to enjoy

[needlesandnilbogs]

Notes on City Spies: Mission Manhattan

(copied from discord by way of blogspot)

P4: Kat is in fact 14 now.

P6 Sydney or Paris is 16. Also ily kat.

P8 awwwww Rio making a friend p11 lol mood

P12 oooh oh dear

P23 PERSON IN GLOBE?????

P33 ooh new motherism we love. Also I bet the bomb is in the tiara.

P37 and this dude would be in on it.

P53 another very Murderbot line.

P62 CAIRO NOOOOOO

P67 awwww, Rio has such a big heart I love him

P69 any time they play tourists things go wrong. Just saying.

P70 lol he named this lady after his editor

P76 lol James PONTI and the PONTE, hmmmm? Also I love kat so much

P78 clemmie?

P86 wait clemmie and mother never officially divorced? DUDE

P103 I LOVE BROOKLYN SO MUCH

P104-5 I LOVE KAT TOO MAYBE MORE THAN BROOKLYN

P106 TRU AND C ARE FRIENDS??????

P108 very diplomatic, Ponti.

P110 oh boy. Gertie, huh???

P114 tru is grandma now. Also fic this story

P130 lol that's such a sibling moment I'm love

P133 yes Monty, this is about the haggis (alas this means Monty doesn't keep kosher or else they get kosher haggis) (wait, is kat vegetarian? Look for textual support for this)

P136 oh dear... this is not going to lead to PROBLEMS, is it?

P139 awwwwwwwww

P145 awww more support for my brooklyn&beny family fics

P168 oh NICE ONE PARIS SO PROUD

P175 oh no the clemmie sads but also MONTY CALLED MOTHER CAIRO'S DAD TO ALL THEIR FACES IT'S PROGRESS

P186 note to self Brooklyn, beny, kat pov of that missing scene

P192 FINALLY RIO RECRUITMENT

P207 RIO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

P224 oh boy

P233 YESSSS KAT

P244 Rio I love you so much

P246 yet again the nautilus shows up

P271 OH NO I HOPE EVERYONES OKAY

P316 oh nooooo

P318 it has been 13 months since start of book 1

P323 awww at least he's being honest about it?

P326 nooooo!!!

P330 patience and fortitude.... yesssssssss paciencia y fortaleza

P344 I love when the adults have fun with things and also when Monty's just like yeah there's the confident kids I'm raising, tell me what's going on, and SHES PROUD OF PARIS AAAAAA

P353 I love you Sydney

P372 OH THERES THAT LINE I LOVE U RIO

P379 YESS YES YES STACKS FTW THEY SAVED THE DAY WITH LIBRARY POWER

P381 YESSSS REAL NAME THIS GIRL

P384 "kat, you're incredible" "I get that a lot" LOVE LOVE LOVE ON ALL PARTS AND IM SO PROUD OF MY GIRLIE

p389 lolllll Mrs. G best new character now

P394 I LOVE YOU BEATRIZ

P399 lol C ily

P406 ohhhh clemmie. Oh boy. Well, that's a sequel hook. (not evil au when)

Team eval notes: awwwww Cairo's getting to know them!!! I need to write this scarab in universe fic tho. Also!!! Kat being kind with primes!!!!!!!

DONE I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE. Total time 2hrs 5 min.

I also wish to make clear that I have about half of that missing scene written and it is eventually going to make it to ao3

[prettiedup]

hi love bug!!! i hope ur having an awesome day so far :) just going through the frat!boy gojo tag and i just have 2 applaud your willingness to add onto the deeper lore and characterization of toru in ur mini series ૮₍ > ᴥ < ₎ა

‘s like… u write him so unapologetically mean, rude, and manipulative even when he’s presented with situations that the average person would hope make him change and hot take but i love that about your writing. toru is an asshole rich kid who, yes, has his moments but he’s ultimately the worst person for poor bunni in the story. and like, he knows that, but he doesn’t really feel remorse bcus he’s young and doesn’t take things seriously ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა imo that makes your characterization of him more compelling

idk, just wanted to make an observation. ur writing is always so captivating when it comes to deeper, morally ambiguous characters ᐡ ・ ﻌ ・ ᐡ mwa mwa <333

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hihihi babiii !!! yess my day has been going amazin ! i hope urs has been also <3 . thank u sm . when i first came up wif da idea of fratboy!toru i wanted extreme realism , nd not jus fairytales nd rainbows loool . most guys his age r supppperrrr childish nd evil nd i hope i really am expressing it well .

toru's just an egotistical asshole nd theres nothin we can do to fix it unfortnately lol . even when hes nice to bun he cancels it out by treatin her da worst way seconds later . a lot of ppl dont like that i make him an asshole so i glad someone understands my way of thinkin .

thank u sm once again ur so sweet for this . ily ,stay safee ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

[missamyrisa2]

afraid to send this haha

if you have the time, would love some flustering soft and hard upper body tickles for a lee who’s feeling like nobody cares about her right now :(

even if you don’t have time, I hope you see this and know that I love your blog and think your responses to asks are so thoughtful and creative and sweet! I feel like you try to make everyone feel like they belong and deserve care 🥺 thank you for being here

My lovelyyyy luvvvvv you need to scoot riiight here into my lap so I can huggle you close to meee and give your neck a little snuggly kissss before I carefully move your hair behind your ear (if needed) and whisper how special and amazing and gorgeous you are ~ you neeeed to knowwww thisss you are sweeet and sparklyyy and I adore you because you're sooo ticklishh and sensitive and cuute ~ and while you're here hmmmm let's tickle yoouuu shall weeee? I have these wiggly fingersss and you have your tickle spotssss and oooh you can wiggle and dance in my lap and I'll keep you snug to me while I dig into those ribssss and underarms, how about that hmmm? You need alll the attention yes you dooooo ~ ahh ahhhh nopppe you're staying right here darling I need to tell you more about how lovely you areee and how prettty your giggles are and how you're ever so perfect like this and ahh you were perfect to begin with but you're just ever so much more soooooo when you're allll wiggly squirmyyyy giggly ticklish like thissss ~

Oooh yesss mmhmm my nails are gonna getcha yesssss we dooo the biiiig tickles alll fastt fast fasttt diggy diggy in those pitts and then slooooww slowww down your riiibs and sidesss and over your belllyyy yesssss my nailssss ooooh the naillsss mmhmm the nails they tickle and tease and make you feeel soo gooood I knowww I knowww babyyyydolll and tiiiickle tickle tickle! Fast fast fastttt over that waist and tummmy and get back hereee you little coochie cooochie coooooo~ I'm gonna make you giggle alll your troubles away yes I ammmm and theeere we gooooo sloooww massagyyy on the back of your neckkk yes the napeee that doesn't tickle does ittt nooo that feels softtt and niceeeee butt guess what? Now it's tiiickle yesss oh goooshh those tiiicklesss they keep coming for you girlyyyy ~ what are you gonna dooooo you're sooo ticklishh!! You can't get away from the giiiigglesssss and theree and breeathheee sooo pretty sooo cuuuteee yess you take all the breaths you likeee the tickles will get you again nnooo no one's gonna take away your precious tickles my preciousssss little gem ~ you just giggle it allll out and melttt right hereeee in my armssss ~<33

(sweeetieee I hope your day turns around I can give you some loving tingles! Thank you soo much for your sweet ask ~ you make my tummy skip ~<33)