#actually scratch that I am a WHOLE LOT INSANE

[tadc-harlequin-au]

Some information living in my head rent free regarding Puppetmaster!Caine and Roleswap!Pomni's insistence on hiding their faces. :3

Yeah, figurative metaphors all in le head are cool and all, but what about physical metaphors?? We need more physical metaphors people

And before someone asks, yes this is also the case with Ragatha's right eye

[fawnme1]

THE SOFEST THING — WILLNE

CHAPTER TWO

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You hadn’t slept properly in two nights.

The final mix had come in late Wednesday. You’d listened to it on repeat until your ears went numb — second-guessing every breath, every layered harmony, every beat. But somewhere in the chaos of self-doubt, something clicked. It was ready.

And now, it was Friday morning. Release Day.

Joe had offered to come over and celebrate, but you’d waved him off. Same with Alfie. You needed a minute to process this one on your own.

“Dangerous” wasn’t just a song. It was a confession you hadn’t meant to write.

You’d meant to draft something catchy, something vibey for the spring — maybe about confidence, reclaiming your power. But instead, the melody had wrapped itself around your ribs and forced out every emotion you’d tried to ignore. It wasn’t about someone specific. Not really. It was about almosts. The danger of wanting someone you know you shouldn’t. The weight of feeling too much, too quietly.

And once it was out, there was no putting it back.

The premiere hit YouTube at noon sharp.

Your Instagram story updated shortly after.

[caption] “this one’s for the ones who almost let themselves feel something. hope it finds whoever needs it x”

You watched the views start to climb. 1.2k in twenty minutes. Comments already pouring in.

“she’s insane for this. this is too raw”

“this song is everything i’ve never been able to say out loud”

“the bridge??? THE BRIDGE”

You exhaled shakily, heart pounding. It wasn’t about happening.

That’s when your phone started blowing up. Joe. Alfie. Your manager. A few people from your team group chat. All variations of “DUDE” and “this is your best yet” and “I’ve got chills.”

Joe called fast.

“Are you kidding me?” he said before you could even say hello. “You wrote that? You actually WROTE that?”

You laughed nervously. “You sound surprised.”

“I am. Like, in a good way. This is different. It’s…” He paused. “It’s intense. In the best way.”

“Thanks,” you said, and even though your voice was calm, your whole body felt like it was vibrating.

“You good though?” he asked gently, tone shifting. “It sounds… personal.”

You hesitated. “I’m fine. I just… had a lot I needed to get out.”

“You’re gonna break people with this one.”

“I hope not.”

“No, like emotionally. In the way only you can.”

You rolled your eyes, but you smiled too. “Alright, Shakespeare. Go hype me up in the comments or something.”

“Already did. AB says he’s gonna pretend it’s about him so he can feel something for once.”

You laughed. Loudly.

By that evening, Dangerous was everywhere. TikTok clips. Reaction videos. Fans tweeting lyrics in all caps. You’d even gotten a few DMs from verified artists, complimenting the production and asking if you wrote your own stuff.

And that night, sitting in your room with your laptop and half a cold coffee, you felt something shift. It wasn’t subtle. Not success exactly, but momentum. Like the world had taken a small step closer toward seeing you properly.

You checked your notifications again — more reposts, tags, comments like:

“who HURT her???”

“she’s too single for this level of pain.”

And of course, from Alfie:

“i’m starting a rumour that this song is about a secret ex who’s now married and bald. just letting you know in advance.”

You texted back, “Bold of you to assume he’s bald.”

Joe had left you a voice note earlier that just said, “I know we tease you a lot, but this? This proves you’ve got nothing to prove.”

You listened to it three times.

And still… even with all the noise, all the support, all the validation — you felt that same tug in your chest. The feeling that inspired the song in the first place.

Loneliness dressed up as longing.

Not for just anyone, but for something real.

Something dangerous.

You’d always loved open mics — not the overly-rehearsed, influencer-heavy ones, but the real ones. The underground ones. The kind that took place in dim basements with scratched-up mic stands, sticky floors, and an audience of strangers leaningg just a little too close.

Tonight’s venue was one of those. Somewhere tucked between a bookshop and a fish and chips place in East London, where no one expected you to show up. And that was the whole point.

Joe and Alfie came with, of course. Alfie insisted on calling himself your “tour manager” the entire night, despite doing nothing except carrying your coat and eating half your fries before the show.

“You’re not slick,” you said as he popped another one into his mouth.

He shrugged. “Tour managers gotta stay fueled.”

Joe just laughed, already filming a bit for his story, zooming in on your nervous expression. “Pre-show panic face — iconic,” he said.

Your stuck your tongue out and turned away, heart already racing. It didn’t matter how many gigs you’d done. This kind of show always got to you. There was something about small crowds and the possibility of silence that made it feel more raw. More dangerous, in a way you chose.

You stepped onto the stage. Adjusted the mic. Took a breath.

And started to sing.

“This is dangerous…”

The moment the first chorus hit, the room changed. You could feel it. Heads lifted. Phones came out. You didn’t look directly at anyone — you never did — but you saw people nudging each other. Whispering. Staring.

Somewhere near the back, Alfie let out a low “yesss” like he was watching a football match. Joe was smiling too, phone up, proud and obnoxiously obvious.

When it was over, the silence hung for a second — then applause. Big. Loud. Honest.

It wasn’t just a good set. It was a moment.

You were still buzzing when the three of you stumbled out into the cold night air. Your cheeks hurt from smiling and your hands wouldn’t stop shaking — not from nerves, but from adrenaline.

“That was actually illegal,” Joe said, pulling his hoodie up. “Like, you should be fined for causing that many people emotional damage in one room.”

“Alfie almost cried,” you teased.

“I did cry,” he corrected. “But in a hot, masculine way.”

You laughed. “Define that.”

“Like… Ryan Gosling in The Notebook.”

Joe rolled his eyes. “More like Ryan Reynolds in Deadpool.”

“Still counts,” Alfie said smugly.

You shook your head, heart still fluttering, not from the show now — but from how good it felt. How seen you felt.

“You know what’s wild?” Joe said after a beat. “You wrote that song about nothing.”

You gave him a look. “Excuse me?”

“I mean,” he clarified, “you haven’t dated in five years, haven’t even looked at someone sideways. And you still managed to write something that sounds like a breakup anthem. That’s talent.”

“Or trauma,” Alfie added helpfully.

You shoved them both playfully, but the teasing stuck — because they weren’t wrong.

You’d written a love song from memory. A heartbreak from theory. You wondered what it would feel like to write one from experience again.

Not that you had time for that.

You had press now. Comments. An inbox full of inquiries. People suddenly cared in a way they hadn’t before. You were buzzing — and slightly overwhelmed.

But somewhere in the middle of all the noise… something quiet was coming.

A message you hadn’t seen yet. A name you hadn’t expected. A familiar face who’d just watched your video.

And for the first time in a long time, someone you’d never meant to think about like that… had started to think about you.

[prettymfwrites]

Ink & Flannels Pt. 2

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Here’s part two of Ink and Flannels, with Ellie finally taking Y/N on a date.

Ellie x female reader

Lots of fluff👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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Ellie pulled up to Y/N’s apartment, the familiar growl of her old pickup truck echoing in the quiet night. She hopped out, adjusting the sleeves of her flannel as she leaned against the truck, trying to appear casual. She glanced at her reflection in the window, brushing her fingers through her hair. This wasn’t her first date, but something about Y/N made her heart race in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

Y/N stepped out of her building, her coat slung over one arm and a soft smile lighting up her face. Ellie straightened immediately, pushing off the truck.

“Hey,” Ellie greeted, her voice just shy of nervous. “You look…really nice.”

Y/N gave her a quick once-over, noting Ellie’s flannel and the way her fingers twitched slightly at her sides. “You clean up well, Ellie.” She smirked, adding, “Though the flannel is very on-brand.”

Ellie chuckled, opening the passenger door for her. “Hop in. I’ve got a whole night planned. You ready?”

“As long as you don't murder me,” Y/N teased, sliding into the seat.

---

The drive to the theater was filled with easy conversation. Ellie was quick to crack jokes, and Y/N found herself laughing more than she had in a long time. Ellie’s charm wasn’t overbearing—it was comfortable, like slipping into your favorite sweatshirt on a cold day.

By the time they reached the drive-in, Y/N felt like she’d known Ellie forever. Ellie handed her a bag of popcorn she’d picked up on the way, along with a drink.

“Gotta keep it authentic,” Ellie said as she pulled the truck into a spot near the middle.

The screen flickered to life, and a classic black-and-white movie started to play. Y/N raised an eyebrow.

“A classic, huh?”

Ellie smirked, resting her arm along the back of Y/N’s seat. “Figured you might have a thing for old-school romance. Am I wrong?”

Y/N leaned closer, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Maybe. Or maybe you just wanted an excuse to sit close.”

Ellie grinned. “Guilty as charged.”

As the movie played, the two settled into an easy rhythm. Ellie’s arm stayed draped behind Y/N, and at one point, Y/N leaned into her, resting her head on Ellie’s shoulder. They exchanged teasing whispers during the slower parts of the movie, their voices barely above a murmur.

“Do you actually know what’s going on in this film?” Y/N asked, her lips quirking.

“Absolutely not,” Ellie admitted. “But it’s a vibe, right?”

Y/N laughed softly, her breath warm against Ellie’s neck.

---

After the movie ended, Ellie started the truck but didn’t immediately head toward Y/N’s place.

“You’re being suspicious,” Y/N said, crossing her arms but smiling.

Ellie glanced at her, that mischievous spark in her eyes. “You trust me?”

“Should I?”

“Guess you’ll find out.”

Ellie pulled up to her tattoo studio, the lights inside dimmed except for a faint glow in the back. Y/N followed her in, curiosity piqued.

“Ellie, if you brought me here to convince me to get a tattoo…”

Ellie laughed, leading her toward a door at the back. “Not tonight. This is something different.”

She pushed open the door to reveal a room filled with art. Paintings, sketches, and unfinished works covered the walls and tables. The space was chaotic but alive, a perfect reflection of Ellie herself.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she stepped inside, taking it all in. “Ellie…this is incredible.”

Ellie scratched the back of her neck, her ears tinged pink. “Yeah, uh, I paint. When I’m not tattooing, anyway.” She gestured toward a wall with several portraits. “That’s Jesse and Dina. They’re my best friends. And that one—” she pointed to a swirling abstract piece “—is how I felt after eating too much spicy ramen.”

Y/N laughed, walking slowly through the room, her fingers brushing the edges of the frames. “You’re insanely talented. Why don’t you show these off?”

Ellie shrugged. “I dunno. Feels personal, I guess. But…there’s one I wanted to show you.”

She pulled a small canvas from a shelf, holding it out with both hands. Y/N took it carefully, her breath catching. It was a stunning painting of her, every detail lovingly captured. On her shoulder perched a delicate songbird, its feathers vibrant against the soft tones of the background.

“Ellie…” Y/N’s voice wavered, her eyes glassy.

“I started it the day you walked into the shop,” Ellie admitted, her voice quiet. “You said something about wanting a tattoo with meaning, then you spoke about your mom and it kinda…stuck with me.”

Y/N laughed through her tears, shaking her head. “Do you do this for all the girls you ask out?”

Ellie smirked. “How do you think I pull ’em?”

Y/N set the painting down carefully, turning to Ellie with a playful glare. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But it worked, didn’t it?”

Y/N stepped closer, looping her arms around Ellie’s neck. “It did.”

Ellie’s hands rested lightly on Y/N’s waist. “So, uh…how do I get a proper thank you?”

Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing Ellie’s ear as she whispered, “Thank you.”

Ellie shivered, pulling back just enough to look into Y/N’s eyes. “Not good enough.”

Y/N smiled, closing the distance between them. Their lips met in a kiss that was slow but deep, the kind that made the world fade away. Ellie’s hands tightened on Y/N’s waist, pulling her closer as the kiss grew more heated.

Before Y/N knew it, Ellie had lifted her onto the art table, brushes and sketches pushed aside. Y/N tugged Ellie closer by the collar of her flannel, their kisses growing more fervent.

“Ellie,” Y/N murmured against her lips, a teasing lilt in her voice.

“Mm?” Ellie responded, her lips trailing to Y/N’s jawline.

“You’re gonna have to clear your table more often.”

Ellie laughed, her breath warm against Y/N’s skin. “Guess I’ll need a muse to inspire me.”

Y/N grinned, pulling Ellie back into a kiss. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re perfect.”

---

Baby Dina says thank you for reading! 😛

[teddybeartoji]

anyway i want to introduce you all to my Big Cat Husband Household. this is an official thing i love them all. said household includes - black jaguar!toji, snow leopard!satoru, tiger!sukuna, black panther!suguru and mountain lion!tengen.

we all sleep on one bed and that bed is the size of a whole room btw they are massive. tengen and sukuna sleep on their backs while showing off their tummies to the world, satoru is always one move away from falling of the bed, suguru manages to be majestic even when he's asleep he looks like a statue with his paws crossed like that smh (i am jealous of his beauty) and i always end up sleeping under toji's side which means that i am at risk of him just turning over and suffocating me (i love it)

i also can never leave btw. like no bathroom breaks for me whatsoever bc i move an inch and suddenly i'm being yanked back to bed by any one of them and it's so??????????? weren't you just asleep?????????????????? they're all incredibly clingy (i also really love that ngl) oh and i die every summer. bc i am horrible with heat and they're all like HEATERS it's actually so bad and it's not like they really want to let me sleep anywhere else either smhhhhhhhhhh but since they love me<3 they take turns of sleeping with me in the living room instead of the bedroom

satoru also uhh kind of gets bullied by the others but he's genuinely so unbothered by it it's crazy. he also gets special treatment from me bc the others are mean and i am not, i like to baby him sm he gets the most ear scratches while the others glare at him from the other side of the room. satoru thinks it's very funny bc he loves the attention (the others love him too though dw i would actually kick them out if that wasn't the case)

sukuna and tengen tussle the most but it's all for fun they both like playing around a lot,, satoru often joins them too and it's a very entertaining thing to look at lmao toji and suguru typically just stare at them from the couch bc toji is lazy he just wants to lounge around all day and suguru thinks that he's better than the others in a way (?????)

(i also think it's really funny to add housecats dazai and chuuya to this household sometimes bc the idea of dazai and tengen sleeping in a patch of sunlight is so fucking funny,, dazai looks like a fucking twig next to tengen i think if the latter would place a hand over him he might actually break lmao chuuya and toji get along really well though they don't talk a lot but they just feel very comfortable around each other they also take naps together and it's the cutest sight ever)

the tongue baths go insane with them all btw but i won't get into that rn bc i might uhh have a heart attack..

[bomiten]

TEACHERS PET ⸝⸝ KIM JAEHEE

#%! smut oneshot (3,652 words) #%! bottom jaehee x top m!reader

requested by ༘⋆ anonymous

content warning ! dead dove: do not eat, age gap (30+ years), corruption kink, naive jaehee, dub-con, high schooler jaehee (he's 18), bleeding (ripping & forced penetration), student x teacher, jaehee is kind of nonverbal here lol, dacryphilia, degrading, slapping, choking, marking (bruises), hair pulling, no aftercare, pls read w caution

You sit inside the faculty of your department, the creak of your chair showing its age more than its well kept leather exterior. Its quiet, the desks of the other professors empty and dim. Its a not a new occurrence, however. Most of them don't arrive until lunch time.

Its five in the fucking morning— is the complain that comes out in a whisper before it even processes inside your head. But, there really isn't anyone to blame but yourself, you had whole heartedly dreamt of being a teacher. For some reason.

Nothing ever good comes from complaining, anyways.

It's a monday, your first lecture doesn't begin until 9:30 am. Which sucks entirely because what is there to do in the four and a half hours before that.

Papers I haven’t checked and graded. A voice inside your head reminds you. Or maybe it's the stack of folders on your desk that's whispering to you. 

Or, maybe you’ve just gone insane. (schizophrenic, if you must) 

You sigh, picking your multicolored pen from the mug that says best teacher in the world! to which you’re not sure how long you’ve had. it doesn't matter, it's filled with five of the exact same ball point pens. 

It takes exactly 10 minutes of convincing yourself to just pick up the goddamn papers before you disheartenedly do so. The worst part of being a professor is this; the agony of having to read through works that are either generated by ChatGPT or pulled straight out of their asses. You can count on one hand the number of students who actually seemed like they took time out of their day to work on it.

Which isn't a lot. But it's better none. (you have to convince yourself multiple times a day with this exact same sentence)

How many minutes had passed (our hours, you haven’t really checked) is a mystery. But your stomach is rumbling and your buttocks are aching just enough to tell that it has been a while. 

Just as you stretch your arms and push yourself up from your seat, a knock echoes through the empty faculty. It takes at least ten seconds for you to respond, the idea of a student at the faculty is scrutinizing. Because surely a teacher wouldn't knock to enter.

Maybe it was the lack of response, or the fact that a student at the faculty must mean it’s urgent. (Because when has a  student ever willingly brought themselves to the one place that is surrounded by teachers?) The knob twists slowly and the door’s hinges squeak as a head of thick tousled hair peeks through the gap.

A sigh was heard when the boy’s eyes met yours, “thank goodness you’re here, sir” he welcomed himself with steady steps towards your desk where you stand immobilized. 

You recognize him, he's a student in your third? fourth? period lecture but his name hasn't quite matched inside your head, a jumble of 300 other student’s names scatter to match his face. 

“I, uhm,” the boy begins, one of his hands fidgeting around his crisp necktie “I’m kim daeyoung, from your 4th period” he smiles crooked, his eyes darting everywhere.

Oh, so his name is kim daeyoung. You don't seem to remember a failing grade under his name or anything else he must've done to bring him here in the faculty at— you glance at the wall clock hanging above the door— six in the morning. 

The boy, daeyoung, scratched at his nape “I think I must've submitted the wrong paper, sir. and I really need it for my 2nd period”

Its only then you realize that he's been holding on to three papers stapled to one another with what you try to make out to be your name scribbled on the blank next to the PROFESSOR:

You twist your head to look at the stack of your 4th period papers, Kim Daeyoung written at the top. Ah, you were yet to see his work and get utterly upset that the wrong paper had been submitted. Cuts you the trouble of looking for him, or the professor in charge of his 2nd period, at least.

You reach a hand out to his paper, “you don't seem like the type to get your things mixed up,” you comment, (unsolicited, by the way. who gives a shit what he looked like?) like a stereotypical teacher. Daeyoung’s eyes drop down to his shiny black shoes. He looks like a kicked puppy. What the hell.

“I was in a rush when you asked to submit the papers, I-I must've handed the wrong one” to which, he obviously did. because he's already said so earlier and why else would he be here. You’re surprised at the sound of papers crunching and suddenly at eye level with you. 

He’s fucking bowing and apologizing. Jesus christ. “I’m sorry, sir. I promise it wont happen again” and he's standing back up again, eyes glassy and papers creasing around his fingers from the grip. 

Was the apology necessary? Not at all. But it did ignite a small flame of pride inside your chest. It's not everyday you see a student willingly apologize for a minor mistake they made themselves. 

A sudden urge gnaws at the back of your head, a desire to see just how far you can push this boy’s limit “I don’t know, daeyoung,” you fake a sorrowful hum, sitting back down on your chair and clicking the red knob of your multicolored pen.

“What would happen if I already graded your 2nd period paper?” And it's like the light in his eyes disappeared and all the blood in his face had drained. Absolute terror and fear in his features. He’s so transparent.

Daeyoung starts scrambling to walk over your desk and hand you his papers, a shake in his voice present “sir lee would kill me” he’s so mean and inconsiderate is what he really wanted to say. But for the sake of keeping face, he ultimately decided not to.

You chuckle, oh you're well accustomed to sir lee, in fact. Poor boy. Sir lee is a terror teacher.

You sigh and drop it, gracing the boy some sympathy at the very least, you aren't cruel after all. “Fine” you conclude, retracting your pen and handing him his papers as he carefully flattens the right homework down on your desk “I’m letting you off this time because I’m hungry and you have class in,” you look at the wall clock once again, “fifteen minutes”

Daeyoung’s eyes are blown wide, nearly straining a muscle in his neck to whip his head around and read the clock. He did, in fact, had fifteen— no— fourteen minutes left before first period. 

“But the next time you inconvenience me like this, it won’t be as easy” daeyoung looks at you like you’ve hung the galaxy above his head, damn these kids. He bows full body and exclaims a joyous thank you, sir! before grabbing his 2nd period papers and dashing out the door. 

So much for breakfast. At least now you’ve got a student to pester for the rest of their life (which you're not quite sure why is a good thing, at least you have something to look forward to every 4th period)

✄┈┈┈┈ march 17, 2025 — 3:28 pm.

As true to your word as you are, it is quite hard to torment a good student in nature. So when an opportunity presents itself to you, who are you to take it for granted?

Daeyoung enters his fourth period exactly 7 minutes late. Tousled hair, uniform askew and his necktie flipped. The classroom erupts in whispers, oh so perfect student daeyoung is late, of course they’ll talk.

Daeyoung is panting while holding the door open, your eyebrow quirking up him “kim daeyoung, you're late”

Daeyoung heaves a couple big breaths before bowing, his hair flopping around his head in the motion “I apologize, sir. It will not happen again” 

“Hm,” you smile, a gracious pretend of pondering, this could be the perfect opportunity to cause havoc in his life “detention after class” 

The class gasps in hushed voices, being late isn’t a reason to be in detention, much more likely under daeyoung name. The boy looks at you with pitiful eyes, his head nodding once and answers with an I understand, sir.

By the time the period ends and detention comes, daeyoung is spent. You had used the entire lecture to bother the student, absolutely enjoying his agony. 

When the last of the students had left, you pulled a chair out and instructed the boy to sit himself in front of the teachers desk. Daeyoung, the ever so obedient student, follows just so, sitting on the chair with his hands flat on his lap.

He speaks no words, the classroom is filled with silence. You situate yourself behind the desk, pulling late submitted homeworks out. 

Here's the thing, initially this was just to waste the boy’s time, nothing more. Fuck around a little. Except, you can't help but constantly glance up, observing every move he made.

The way his chest heaved with every breath. The soft curve of his cheekbones, where a shadow of his lashes lay casted. The way his fingers are creasing his slacks from fidgeting. And then your eyes travel up to where his collar rests, his necktie loose around his neck and his shirt unbuttoned at the very top.

Almost immediately you imagine him completely without it. His big, round eyes teary as he looks up at you. His neck down to his chest littered in bites while he begs you to let him go.

It mortifies you, really. A slight twitch in your expression when it dawns at you that you're staring at him. But something different is coiling in your stomach. Something more primal, more thrilling.

It makes you wonder, what else about him is good in nature? 

Has he ever been touched? Or has he ever touched anyone? Hell, he doesn't even look like he touches himself. 

The thought of corrupting such a fresh, innocent boy has you reeling in your seat, your hands gesturing him to come over having a mind of its own “daeyoung, come here”

Daeyoung stands up, his feet bringing himself to you,”kneel down” you twist in your seat, now facing the boy. 

His eyes darted all over the room, uncertainty swimming in his expression “but– what for, sir?”

You quirk an eyebrow up, your head tilting to the side, “you're in detention aren't you?” a small grin gracing your features, “besides, don't you want to get out of here sooner?”

Daeyoung visibly ponders, his mind rationalizing every reason he had and concluding to himself that it would be best to follow your orders. He slowly dropped to his knees, his thighs pressed firmly together as his hands lay flat. It almost brings you dejavu from earlier.

“Say,” you hum, your upper body leaning down onto your elbows, resting them on your knees, “wouldn't you want to get out of detention and not have a record of it under your name?” 

Daeyoung's eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing in an attempt to answer but his words were gone. He nods his head once, still unsure whether this was alright.

You reach a hand out to him, the roughness of your palm meeting his soft, delicate cheeks. Daeyoung’s eyes are the size of saucers, your touch emitting a gasp from him.

“Then, you would do anything I say, wouldn't you, daeyoung?”

The feeling of your thumb caressing his face distracts him, his mind failing to come up with reasons to disagree and get out of this situation. His hands clench and unclench just like his jaw, visibly torn apart.

“I mean,” you sigh as you retract your hand back, eyes turning to the papers left unattended on your desk, “it's really up to you, daeyoung. I’m giving you an easy way out already” and shrug.

Nothing about your offer was easy. Daeyoung knew this, of course. He wasn't dumb enough to think it came with no conditions. But somehow, the idea had already appealed to him. 

“Yes, sir. I’ll do anything”

You smirk, turning your body back to facing his kneeling figure, “anything?” you taunt, having a sliver of mercy for the boy to back out.

Daeyoung gulps, the shake in his voice betraying the determination in his eyes “anything”

The permission makes you clap in glee, the look in your eyes changing. You watch him instantly regret agreeing. “Stand up”

Daeyoung obeys almost instantly. He’s quick to his feet just as you are. With the both of you standing this close to one another, you can't help notice the differences. 

The difference in height, where daeyoung has to crane his neck a little upwards to maintain eye contact. The difference in figure. There daeyoung stood with his lithe frame, no sight of hard muscle lines. He looked so small in front of you.

You walk past the boy and to the door of the classroom, his whole body following in your direction like the handles of a compass. He watches you with curiosity as you click the door’s lock. 

Daeyoung’s eyes follow your every move, his own skin burning with fear and suspense. It’s when you return back to where you had originally stood did you lock eyes with him.

“Come here” you whispered, both hands holding onto his shoulders before daeyoung gasps. You had spun him around and pushed his chest flat on the desk “stay still”

Daeyoung's eyes shook, his throat closing up on him as he tried to voice out what are you doing. He hears you humming an unfamiliar tune, his body completely still.

You take a second to look at the boy in front of you, sprawled out on your desk at your will. Daeyoung jolts in goosebumps when you run a hand beneath his uniform, his skin burning against your touch.

Only then does daeyoung’s voice return to him when his pants are being pulled down to his ankles “sir- what-!” he stammers on his words, the air making contact with his bare ass.

“Didn't you say you would do anything?” You chuckle, your callused fingers digging into the flesh of his buttcheeks “I’m punishing you, daeyoung” 

It doesn't quite convince daeyoung, you could tell from the way his hands scramble to find something to hold on to. 

You opt to not waste time, you only have so much left before janitors start cleaning rooms out. A shriek falls from daeyoung’s mouth when the first of your strikes land on his ass. A red emblem of your hand burning deep into his skin you’re sure it’ll bruise.

A second, and third, and fourth slap lands on both his cheeks, a glowing shade of crimson slowly blooming into purple making a show. If only you could see the way daeyoung’s face is soaked with tears, eyes rimmed red and lips swollen. 

“Enough of that,” you declare, your hands leaving his ass just as quick as it landed. You grab a fistfull of his hair and pull. Enough to bring the boy’s body back up to their feet, a sob falling from his lips. 

It takes a great amount of effort turning daeyoung around, his entire body had gone limp in your hold. He looks at you with eyes rimmed red, tear streaks down his beautiful cheekbones. 

It almost makes you pity him. Almost.

“Did that hurt, darling?” You coo, Daeyoung immediately nodding as more tears fall down. The sight makes you chuckle, “too bad”

You push him onto his back, his arms falling lifeless on the desk, his legs jolting from the burn of his ass making contact with the wood. You make a quick work of your belt and slacks, pulling your cock out before your pants even fall to your ankles.

Daeyoung moves to push you, he’s sobbing and thrashing, albeit futile. His legs and arms remain weak against his own will. He watches you spit on your palm, his eyes following the way you stroke your cock, head falling back with a hum.

“Please, I don't want this..” Daeyoung cries, no fight left in his body. The sound of his voice snaps you back, your hand leaving your dick to force a finger into his hole, another cry echoing through the empty classroom.

At this rate, somebody will hear him. You groan in annoyance, grabbing his underwear from the ground and shoving it inside daeyoung's mouth, “that’ll keep you shut”

Daeyoung is lying limp on the desk as your hand makes work with his hole, a second finger already pushing in, no finesse or gentleness whatsoever. You had one goal in mind and are determined to achieve it as soon as possible.

After a couple frustrated scissoring motions inside him, you pull your fingers out in irritation, no longer caring if it's too tight. You grab at the base of your erection, lining yourself up to his rim. The tip of your cock prodding past his tight ring was enough for you to thrust all the way in.

Daeyoung screams behind his briefs, the fabric wet with his own saliva as tears stream nonstop, the penetration was so fucking painful he feels his entire body ripped in half.

The tightness brings you to a grunt, it was far too dry but pulling out now would only complicate things. After a couple shallow thrusts, you retract your hips until only your tip remains inside, before slamming all the way back inside, each movement earning a muffled scream from the boy beneath you.

It doesn't matter, you're already so worked up and rock hard. You begin thrusting despite the struggle to do so, his hole gripping you like a vice. A hand makes its way to daeyoung’s throat, your fingers gripping the expanse of his muscle, his eyes rolling back. 

Surely enough, he loosens just enough to not hurt your dick, and you find your rhythm, ruthlessly pounding into his ass, no consideration for the boy's pleasure. It was a punishment, after all.

Daeyoung feels on fire. He backside throbbed in pain and he feels like he's been torn right down the middle. His vision appeared with specs of white from the lack of oxygen entering his body. His hands clawing at your wrist to let go, I can’t breathe.

You pay no mind, even pressing further as your hips move rapidly, drilling into him. A sudden warm slick engulfs you from his inside, making the slide much easier. You spare no attention to it, however, already leaning into the boy’s ear “what? are you getting wet for me like a fucking girl?”

Daeyoung thrashes, head tossing from side to side, he’s not a girl. “Think I fucked your ass so hard it turned into a pussy?” You laugh, the sound resonating within the room however it held no humour to it. 

Daeyoung wants to scream, to run. He wants to push you off of him and run home where he's safe. He wants to yell at you no! it hurts, I hate this! But every attempt falls to deaf ears.

You feel the burn in your stomach, the familiar coil however different. It wasn't the same you get when you’re at home sitting in front of your computer, half hard cock in your hands as you make work. It wasn’t the same you get when you run into the nearest bathroom stall to tug at your erection, the image of the girls in skirts running around, allowing you a glimpse of their pastel colored panties

No, it was different. This was far more intense, your balls hanging painfully hard. Your thrust begins to falter, slowly losing its rhythm and snapping in jolts the closer you get to your orgasm. You look down to where you remain connected with daeyoung, instantly cursing under your breath “shit”

Daeyoung wasn’t wet and you hadn't fucked his hole into a pussy. He was bleeding. Your dick had torn him enough that he's bleeding all over your shaft, the tinge of iron filling your nostrils. It was so fucking hot that the view of your dick covered in his blood was enough to bring you to your orgasm, pushing your hips flush to daeyoung’s ass, your cock pulsing inside him as your cum comes in spurts.

You remain still, giving slow and shallow thrusts to ride out your high before pulling out and letting go of his throat, the scene in front of you was something off your twisted fantasies.

There on the desk lay daeyoung’s body, limp and unmoving. His eyes barely open and his soaked briefs falling from his mouth. His hair was splayed messily above him as his face was stained with tears and drool. And the best of it all, was your cum slowly trickling out of his gaping hole as blood mixes with it.

You’d love to get a picture, really, but at the glance of the clock, you're quick to your feet, grabbing handfuls of tissue to wipe the blood and cum off of your softening dick, before getting dressed just a fast.

You take one last look at Daeyoung, observing his chest heaving. Thank goodness. Before traveling down to his stomach where he sees his completely flaccid dick spurt small amounts of cum. The sight makes you laugh, a hand flying to tap on the boy’s face before slapping his limp groin, “and here you are saying you didn't want this”

Daeyoung doesn't even process the feeling of the slap, or the words you had just said, or the sound of the door shutting and leaving. It only dawns on him everything that happened like a fever dream when he hears a woman's voice scream, who he assumed was a janitor finding him in the same position you had left him in.

well 🤓 how do we like it........ watch me end up on jaeheeprotect in twt LMAAOOO also not proof-read bc writing this alone took a week so I got hella fucking lazy, I apologize for grammatical and spelling errors 🙏🏻 also no tags for this becoz idk if they fw dd:dne..

© bomiten 2025 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms. thank you.

[crayonsquadlilac]

I had to scribble out his ending dialogue. I just couldn't lose this image i had in my head, of this poor charachter who tried his best still (for lack of a better word) dying, and not screaming or crying when it's happening but instead saying this and then gently apologizing, like it's his fault, and that's the last he ever says. I think this scene's gonna stick with me for a while.

I'm actually so sick about him like god like "I've wasted my whole life hiding, I think I should try saying hello." God. Me when the character is kind and well meaning and funny and silly and yet tragic by nature. Me when the character never gets the good ending they deserved (in a well written way.). What the Hell. God

Super Ultra Rambling under the readmore if you're curious about my elaborate Thoughts;

Ik is my favorite charachter because he is very silly and my best friend ever in the world but also because of the Tragedies. He's a person used to fear, a people pleaser, who let mr. Sob manipulate him and turn his hotel into something he never wanted, simply pretending it was still the same, who spends the whole game trying so hard to keep you in high spirits and unworried even when he himself is terrified. Someone who cares too much and tries so hard and probably never even gave nearly as much to himself as he did to others. Even at the end, as he describes to you all the horrors that unfolded on earth, he makes jokes and quips and keeps up his goofy manner of speaking despite the information clearly disturbing him.

When he tells you the story of his death, he never once mentions anything about how sad it is, and if you respond with "I'm sorry," he says like basically "oh it's fine," before hesitating with a concerned look on his face. His death may be something he avoids thinking about a lot.

And describing him, i can't help but relate to him, understand him, perhaps that's why I am so Insane about him right now.

I think this game is about, no matter what happens, at the end of it all it will still be the end. It may even end sooner than you'd expect. The human race before dying out solved all their problems and created a perfect world, Ik tried hard to do good and make people happy, Mr. Sob gained his own twisted control over many souls of the afterlife, you the player just kept going onward as much you could, but they all came to the same unceremonious end. I suppose it all matters on your perspective- do you focus on the ending, or how you got there?

When Ik tells you about his death, he describes how he saw the stars, and the view of his town from all the way high up, how he stopped and looked for a long time. But he couldn't stay forever, he had to keep moving. I think that's the part that mattered most. Even in so terrible a situation, he got something beautiful out of it. And like i guess part of the game is, "we can't stop what's coming, there's no use hiding, so we may as well face it with a smile and a greeting." Or maybe more like "the time will pass anyways" type of thing. If that makes sense.

I've seen some people interpret the Morning as everyone is brought to a final resting place peacefully. And of course, it's wide open for everyone to interpret it however, but for me personally I thiiiink Ik was probably right about it being the end of time. The thing seemed a little bit too obliterating-you-type-deal in the final cutscene. All the humans are dead and it's time for their afterlife to go too now. Maybe it's to make room for something that'll replace us, or to start over from scratch with everything, but for all the human souls, it's the end.

Maybe the sole survivor of all existence is Shrimp, in the afterlife, always running from the Morning, wandering for eternity. Which i say to be silly but also that would be really sad actually. He'd be alone... he'd get hungry and there'd be no one there to feed him lounge chairs and tables and glass vases..... poor shrimp..........

I don't know if it would have been better or worse if you could just find his abandoned collar on the ground somewhere before that last lantern. Probably worse actually. Yeah no I'm glad that's not a thing. I'm sorry for saying that.

But anyway, what a damn good game. I'm sad it didn't get more attention when it came out, it feels like such a passion project. I feel bad for only finding out it exists recently. I'll try my best with telling all my friends to play it too though. Cause like oh man. Good god. It made me laugh, it made me scared, and now it's made me cry, drawing and typing this post. It's a thinker. I love existential wonder in media, but this one is more like, existential indifference or something. but it doesn't feel cynical at all, i don't know. I like it a lot. Putting it right up there with my favorites.

also actually nevermind fuck all that noise good ending where the morning never comes and they just wander the woods forever together yippee wahoo!! who needs themes and messages and meanings !!!! when The Characters could be happy !!!!!!!

jtjfjfjdhdjskfskdkdsfdhdhsfjcjdhfhshsfhd everything is fine i am Fine definitely not Crying More why would you think that

[caelanglang]

Who are your fav skk fanfic writers and why? Do you have their works that you love the most that you don't mind sharing here? 💘

this... this is such a hard question, *brings out a whole safe of records* /j (no srsly it's gonna be a long read--)

Here are a list of authors i really like :3 Their ao3 links/handles are:

the_most_happy: love how emotional their work can be! they have smut and fluff works, and most of all—which i think the the most delicious one, is the way they write angst <3 I actually made a bunch of fanart for their fics/aus when I was just getting into the fandom :3 They're writing is like going into a spicy sexy emotinal adventure... idk how else to describe it xD my fav fic of theirs... augh so hard to choose... In Loving Memory caught me so off guard (cuz i forgot to read the tags and immediately dived into it the moment i saw their post about it hhhh)

forest_racoon: The fluff and softness and magic in their writing is so good! I love the energy and comedy and seriousness and everything in their writing! it's always so fun to pick up any of their works~ Don't be tricked tho,, the angst they deliver have the same gravity ToT it's just so... augh... I first found them through Plate :( and have reread it several times (please check out their other works too it's all so amazing!!)

devilrin: love how she writes. period. the emotions and the poetic energy of it?? the angst?? so. good. the skk energy in their writing is more mellow(?) it feels more realistic—it's like watching people instead of characters ;w; (very cool how she world builds an entire life outside of her fic for her characters actually, got to witness the behind the scenes first hand myself its pretty insane to me) The fic that ruined me tho is Down to a Sunless Sea (which is so angsty im so--)

themadtree: The energy in their writing is just so amazing. it's very hard to stop mid-way! The dialogue feels very fun and engaging and you really get very attached to the characters because of how energetic and full of life they are. Whimsical is the best word I can think of to describe the reading experience of their work :3 They made a bunch of fun aus; their brain is just so amazing (pirate au and avatar au like broooooo) My favorite is Mors Vincit Omnia (yummy pirate au!)

StarshipDancer: one of the first ao3 writers whose name i decided to remember by heart (which means a lot considering how bad i am with names) because they are my most searched user in ao3 xD The fluff is just so addicting. The sillies and shenanegans are so on point for me, idk it just scratch this itch so perfectly in my brain. I draw a of inspiration from my skk sketches from their works actually :3!! READ EVERYTHING THEY HAVE PLS ITS ALL SO GOOD (you should check the fluff week collection augh) Without Words is one of my most reread ones... I think... I reread a lot of their works tho...

setosdarkness: let's be honest. i think everyone whose dived into ao3 skk just knows her alreayd xD she's such a kween for that, making sure we are so well fed with so much fun skk writing. Her works are so fun to read! Very comedic and has such similar energy to the gag moments and bickering and shenanigans of the anime skk for me idk why. I love how fun and unique each fic scenarios are :3 (no srsly you'll never run out of food made with so much love by athina-san)

xLillyle: I am working with Lilly for a Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood skk au!! (its Royai skk BUT it's also beast!skk) it's been so exciting to work with her :3!! You can check some of the teasers here. She made an iwaoi!skk fic recently so if that's you're type hehe *starts bawling*

there are lots of other amazing authors there but these are the ones that came to mind and i am most familiar with for now :3 Here are some other fics ~~

When I Awake: Ghost(?) Writer Dazai and Musician Chuuya. yummy angst. silly skk

castle out of couches: My favorite domestic fluff skk. it's my must read. Halfbloom is such a master of the fluff in comedic tone and capturing that skk domestic softness idk how they do it. it's just so good.

In One of the Stars I shall be Living: A sweetheart wrote a fic about my little prince skk au TT it's so well written and I am so in love with all the references and angst ueueue

Five Steps: My favorite skk knight x prince au TT

The Best Worst Thing: Another sweetheart wrote a fic based on my silly sketches ;w; it's so cute waaaaaa

okay. i am. so sorry for the long answer. I just love a lot of stuffs from these incredible writers. feel free to drop by again :3 these are the ones that comes to my mind first so i may have missed out on a bunch oop

[my-pjo-stuff]

HIIIIIIIIII

Listen, I dunno if I've sent you one of these before, but I really love your PJO posts. I was wondering if you could make a detailed post saying exactly why you don't like Percy? No hate actually-I also don't like Percy's OPness at times. Jason should be able to wipe the floor with him, as well as Thalia.

And Luke? Well, Percy is NOT the best swordsman in 300 years after Luke. I'm pretty sure that Thalia would take that title. And Percy and Thalia definitely beat Luke because of their godly heritage.

Sooooooo, yeah. No problemo if you don't want to

Well it's less that I dislike Percy, I'm more disappointed with what he is and despise what the fandom makes him out to be. And as to Percy beating Luke simply due to his godly heritage- I'm just gonna mention here for a second that whenever we saw those two fight Percy either lost or it was a draw. He never outright won against Luke, and even when it was a draw Percy consistently either got sudden help from someone else and was fighting in conditions that favoured him a LOT. As for Thalia...eh, willing to give that one since we did see her win against Luke. Though it's still worth to mention that not only was Luke in a horrible and far worse mental and physical state than Thalia, but he also was most certainly not fighting with the same degree of killing intent as her. Either way, onto your ask now! To be quite honest I'm not too sure what you mean with "detailed", so imma just list off some of my reasons for not being Percy's biggest fan. 1. He's just a bland character. Genuinly compared to everyone else, Percy does not really have that much going on. His romance with Annabeth is, frankly said, cliche. They are the main boy and the main girl in a book series who end up falling in love with no major issues or drama along the way. Anytime some drama or threat for this relationship could come in (like Calypso for Percy) it gets written off almost immediately. We don't really get any deeper exploration of Percy's personality or struggles. PTSD, disorders or even conflicting feelings about the goods are barely (if ever) scratched. It is constantly said he dislikes the gods, yet he still does everything they want him to? Never truly questions their quests or anything? That just seems weird to me. 2. He pretends to have this super hard life when compared to everyone else, he's on game mode easy. The whole book (and fandom) constantly want to pretend like Percy is this super poor kid who had it super hard, yet when you look at his situation compared to everyone else it really wasn't???? Like don't get me wrong, this is not to say that Percy does not have a hard life. But I am going to say that for demigod standards Percy probably has some of the best lives people like him could get. Like what issues does Percy truly have? He was raised by a single Mom with a missing Dad- that's like a staple for demigods if we are all honest. Then he had to deal with an abusive prick for years, that's really bad ngl. But also it was solved the same book we even got to know him and Percy never seemed to have any issues after. He's forced to go on dangerous quest and be used as canon fodder by the gods- again, just another demigod staple. He even gets regular help from other gods and Chiron. And now compare that to everyone else? We've got people like Luke who had an insane Mom which basically saw him having to take care of himself for all his life even before he ended up living on the streets. Annabeth's Dad is neglectful and her stepmom emotionally abusive to some degree at least. Clarisse's GODLY parent is abusive! And she can't get rid of him! Meanwhile Percy has got a loving home he can always return to with a family that genuinely loves him. Especially after his Mom remarries and has his sister. So seeing him and everyone else constantly whine about how bad he has it just seems spoiled to me. 3. Percy is balls deep in plot armour aswell as not that impressive and no one wants to accept it. Here, I said it. Percy Jackson is not as strong as you all want to make him out to be and most of his "wins" were either just plot armour or the fans overhyping him.

Percy did not "defeat" Kronos. The entier "Defence" of Manhatten was a huge failure- remember how Kronos got up onto Olympus and destroyed it so much it needed Annabeth to rebuild it? That sure doesn't seem like CHB's goal of defending Olympus against the TA worked. Luke ended up offing himself and Kronos with him, not Percy. Percy would have been six feet under if Luke hadn't bricked himself and done the job for him. There's not a single book in the OG series that would have gone as it did if Percy hadn't gotten help from the gods. The only reason he managed to get out of the Underworld in TLT is 'cause Poseidon gave him those pearls. In SOM he needed Hermes giving him those gummies and the wind thermos. In TTC he had to let Artemis go fight Atlas for them. BotL literally had Hera guide his arrow to win the fight against Geyron. TLO didn't have a god help Percy but instead literally Luke killing the big bad for him. Also to return to TTC, and this is more a gripe with the fandom than anything, Percy didn't even hold the sky for that long as ppl want to make it out to be. He held it for what? Five minutes? Meanwhile we have Annabeth holding it for a day and Luke for even longer than that. Stop pretending Percy is somehow special or cool for something other people did much longer. Honestly I think those three points sum up why I generally am not a fan of Percy, that and ofc the fact that he openly supports the god which give me severe "Authoritarian Goverment who don't give two shits abt anyone but themselves with a huge propaganda mill to back them" vibes. Yikes.

[decepti-thots]

ooh, 4 & 7 for fic recs?

Recommend a fic that is over 50,000 words:

Hitting me with a tough one right out the gate as I do Not read much fic that long, in fact! (We love a short story in this house. What can I say.)

…I am going to cheat slightly. This is a ~40k fic, but it's in the ballpark and I really want to rec it, so. (I truly only have like… two fics? I think? That are over 50k I can think of off the top of my head!)

(Re)Experience - SatelliteSoundwave

This fic is a gen Rewind character study that I need everyone to read Immediately, okay. The fandom is sorely lacking in explorations of Rewind as a character outside him being part of a relationship, and this fic scratches that itch perfectly while still looking at how those relationships matter to him. And it even has excellent Minimus in there to boot! AND it has HORROR. The idea of looking at who Rewind is as a character by way of removing and then selectively returning his memory to him, given that his whole character revolves around his relationship to memory and history, is just. Mwah. Perfect. You should read this fic and become as insane about Rewind as I am, thank you.

Recommend a fic that uses a trope you love:

I actually really enjoy university AUs, because university is such a weird liminal social space full of stress, big emotions, and a strange combination of very high and very low stakes conflicts for anyone attending which, IMO, all allows you to take a 'mundane AU' and do a Lot with it in relation to canon.

I'm also really picky about them, though! And the one TF one I love is this G1-IDW-ish Starscream/Grimlock art student AU, which is exactly what I just said above. High drama, very funny, very perfect for them, and very sincere at the end of it all. Absolute banger of a way to approach that AU format. (Also. Like. Starscream as an art student is just Inheretly hilariously correct. LBR.)

Superstar - halotolerant

[sizzlingcoffeequeen]

Avengers parenteral drama ( teenage female reader )

Writer's note : hii there, so before you read let me just give you head's up that english isn't my first language so their might be grammatical mistakes or even spelling mistakes so please bare with them i tried to do my best and I'll be improving aswell in future, so I hope you will enjoy. Thankyou:)

*It's just a playful dynamic oneshot of the Avengers being menace and super crazy babysitter's*

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Title: "The Avengers (and Their Unnecessary Parenting Instincts)"

Y/N had expected a lot when she became the youngest Avenger at fifteen. Training, battle strategies, maybe a little skepticism about her skills. What she hadn’t expected was to be aggressively, overwhelmingly, and unnecessarily parented by a group of fully grown superheroes who behaved more like a dysfunctional daycare staff.

“You think you can just go running into battle like that, young lady?” Tony Stark’s voice rang through the Quinjet as they flew back from their latest mission. “Do you have any idea what that did to my heart rate? Friday, pull up my vitals.”

"Boss, your heart rate spiked to 130 BPM," Friday responded helpfully.

Tony turned dramatically to Y/N, clutching his chest. "See? You're literally giving me a heart attack."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Tony, I took down five guys without a scratch."

“That’s not the point! The point is that you could have gotten a scratch. Or a bruise. Or—God forbid—mild discomfort!”

Steve Rogers, ever the responsible one, stepped in with his arms crossed. "Y/N, you’re incredibly skilled, but you have to understand that we’re worried about you. You’re a kid."

"I'm fifteen!" she protested.

"Exactly. That’s five years younger than Peter, and we already barely tolerate him swinging around like a caffeinated squirrel."

From across the jet, Peter Parker raised his hand. "Hey, that feels like an attack."

Natasha Romanoff, usually the calm and composed one, scoffed. "You’re both reckless. It’s like herding kittens with you two. And I don’t even like cats."

Bruce Banner sighed and pushed up his glasses. "Statistically speaking, Y/N, young heroes tend to take more risks because they believe they’re invincible. Your brain isn’t even fully developed yet."

Y/N groaned. "Oh my God, not the brain development lecture again."

Clint Barton, sitting with his arms behind his head, smirked. "You should hear the one on teenage risk assessment. It’s an hour long."

Thor, who had been oddly quiet, suddenly put a heavy hand on Y/N’s shoulder. "Little warrior, your strength is mighty, but I agree with my companions. You are small. And fragile. Like an Asgardian puppy."

"I just suplexed a Hydra agent!"

"Yes, but did you drink enough water today?" Thor asked with genuine concern.

Bucky Barnes, ever the grump, muttered, "At this rate, we should get her a tracking device."

Sam Wilson snapped his fingers. "Ooh, good idea. We should get her one of those kid leashes."

Y/N looked to Wanda Maximoff for help, hoping the witch had some sense. Wanda only gave her a pitying smile. "I know it’s annoying, but it’s kinda cute watching them panic."

"No, it's not! This is actual insanity!"

"Language," Steve automatically scolded.

Y/N groaned again, dramatically throwing herself onto a seat. "I am a fully trained Avenger, and you guys are acting like I’m a toddler who just learned to walk."

Tony pointed a dramatic finger at her. "Exactly. That’s exactly what you are. A super-powered, dangerously independent toddler who needs constant supervision."

The whole team nodded in agreement.

Y/N sighed in defeat. This was her life now.

(And for the record, the next mission, they actually did try to put a tracker on her. It did not go well.)

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"Operation: Keep Y/N Safe (AKA: Absolute Chaos)"

After the disastrous tracking device attempt (which Y/N flushed down the toilet out of spite), the Avengers decided to take a new approach: shadowing her.

It started subtly. Or, at least, as subtle as a 6'5" Asgardian in full battle armor could be.

"Thor, why are you following me to the grocery store?" Y/N asked, eyeing the towering god trailing behind her cart.

"I am simply accompanying you, young one! The world is filled with dangers—perilous food items and mischievous foes lurking in the dairy aisle!" Thor declared.

"Dairy aisle? Are the cows planning a rebellion?" she deadpanned.

Meanwhile, Tony had equipped Peter with spy drones (because of course he had) to keep tabs on Y/N at school. Unfortunately for him, Y/N had already recruited Ned and MJ to help hunt down and disable them.

"Dude, this one has lasers!" Ned yelped as he dodged a tiny red beam in the cafeteria.

"Yeah, Tony really doesn’t half-ass things," Y/N muttered, whacking the drone with her lunch tray.

Steve, the worst of them all, took to personally escorting Y/N to and from missions like she was a preschooler on a field trip.

"Steve, I know how to get in and out of a car," she grumbled as he opened the Quinjet door for her like a concerned father.

"Just making sure," Steve replied, scanning the area for any signs of danger. "And make sure you put on your seatbelt."

"Oh my God."

The worst moment, however, came when Clint and Bucky tried to impose a curfew.

"10 PM, sharp. No exceptions," Bucky said sternly, arms crossed.

"Are you kidding me? I’m an Avenger! I’ve literally been to space!" Y/N shouted.

"And you’ll be grounded from going again if you don’t get home on time," Clint shot back, smirking.

Y/N stormed out of the room, muttering something about needing new, less insane coworkers.

She didn’t mean it. But, seriously, they were all completely nuts.

And unfortunately, it was only getting worse...

[kozachenko]

A Retrospective Analysis on Touhou 17

So it's finally here, and even though I know for a fact that I am not going to be able to get the Keiki drawing done by this time (I'm having trouble with the eyes, for some reason it's always that aspect of drawing her that's difficult for me, I can never really capture the essence of her character no matter what I do) I still wanted to post something about this game today since it's the game's 5 year anniversary. I have a lot of thoughts on it, and my views on the game have changed quite a lot throughout my time being a Touhou fan. This is going to be very long so I'll put the rest under the keep reading tag.

So for some background, Touhou 17 was the first Touhou game I ever played, I got into the series during 2021 shortly after my Hunter X Hunter phase ended (since the manga was still on hiatus at the time) and I remember playing 17 during that time as well. I'm pretty sure that the reason I played it was because of that one nitirushh animation where Keiki disses the animal spirits so hard that they die (still my favourite fan-depection of Keiki tbh, it's just really funny to me) and that set my interest in the game itself. It was also the newest Touhou game at the time and none of the other games interested me as much. Then I actually played the game and at the time I found it insanely fun. I remember feeling so excited playing the stage 1 of the game and thinking to myself "Holy shit I'm actually playing a Touhou game" and having a lot of fun with it. Even though the game itself is the easiest out of all the Touhou games, it was still a challenge for me at the time since I had never played a bullet Hell before. For this reason, the game as a whole struck a chord with me. Funny Touhou animation aside, I don't know if it was because I had only recently gotten out of my Hunter X Hunter phase after finishing the whole 2011 version of the anime and had caught up with the manga during 2020, but maybe some aspect of 17 kinda scratched a similar itch in my brain and it really stuck with me IDK.

As for what I think of the game itself now.... gameplay wise, it could be better, it's still fun but there was so much potential for the game to tell it's story through the medium it chose to present itself in. Why did we not have more similarities between Eika and Keiki's danmaku styles to show their connection? Why did we not have a moment similar to what happened in TD during the final boss fight where Mayumi comes back in to take over during the fight in a last ditch effort to protect Keiki? It's the final boss so go all out! The animal spirits could also be balanced a lot better as well, especially with Youmu becoming incredibly overpowered with the wolf spirit, and visibility is a bit of a problem in this game. Some of the tracks could use a bit more polish too, I commend ZUN for being experimental with his newer tracks but the stage 3 theme and staff roll theme are both kinda eh, and while the boss themes have a lot of good punch to them and can be really good, it still feels like some extra spice could've been added to really make them stand out (which is why I love the theme remixes Saki and Yachie got in Touhou 19). I also wish the Animal Realm got explained better within the lore of the series, mainly because it raises a lot of questions about how Hell was founded and it kinda needlessly complicates things. I would've rather it be introduced as it's own region of Hell rather than being a separate thing entirely that just so happens to be located next to it. I also wish that we got more stuff with this setting that explains how it connects to the rest of the worldbuilding a lot more, I definitely feel like actually having it explained more in the mangas would definitely help to make it feel less convuluted, but unfortunately the closest we're getting are cameos in Lotus Eaters and very brief mentions of the games themselves. I still like the game though, as I've mentioned I do love a lot of the music and I love all the characters we got introduced to in this game. I've been appreciating Eika a lot more recently, I do like Urumi but she's neat and I like her design a lot, Kutaka is a fucking shithead who kept FUCKING UP MY 1CCS IN BOTH 17 AND 17.5 THE FUCKING BITCH- who is very funny and I love seeing more insight into Hell's management. Yachie's great and I find her relationships to the other characters in this game very interesting, Mayumi is awesome and the more I think about her the more I like her, and I love how Saki contrasts Yachie in her strategies. That being she has no strategy and just goes "fuck it, we ball" with no hesitation lmao.

I'm pretty sure you all noticed the absence of one character in particular, that being Keiki. I've made it no secret on this blog that Keiki is my favourite Touhou character, and a lot of that is because of her role as an antagonist in Touhou 17. I always found it really fascinating how ZUN created her as an allegory for AI (I don't know if Apollo just randomly blessed him with the gift of prophecy because MAN does that statement hit harder now more than ever) and the fact that she's portrayed as a very morally grey character in the game itself and Reimu's reaction to her, stating that she can see an "evil aura" in Keiki. I've already talked a lot about Keiki on this blog and I don't know what there is that I haven't said, but I wanted to start off with her because it ties into a big part of why I still find this game's story interesting. That main aspect being it's parallels to Gensokyo and Touhou's overarching them of humanity's relationship with nature.

So to step back from 17 for a second, I feel like we should look at what the Youkai represent in the story. Youkai in Touhou are created from humanity's fear, and back before science was able to properly explain anything, this fear very often manifested into a fear of nature. Natural disasters would end up wiping out villages, dangerous animals would often lurk in forests and end up killing anyone who would go in them. Overall nature isn't very kind to humanity, and humanity knows this. This is why humanity would often try and find reasons as to why these things would happen. This brings us back to the Youkai in Touhou who are the embodiment of the unexplainable. In manga like Forbidden Scrollery and Lotus Eaters, we often see how the humans in the human village are at the mercy of these Youkai, the only reason that they aren't being slaughtered is entirely for their own benefit so they don't run out of resources. The only hope the humans in the village really have is to turn to the gods, another product of man's desire to explain the unexplainable, to potentially save them. The survival of the people in the human village will always be in the hands of beings beyond their comprehension. No matter what, humanity will always be at the mercy of nature.

Coming back to Touhou 17, we can see that the relationship between the human and beast spirits isn't exactly.... pleasant. The beast spirits all see the human spirits as slaves essentially and they gain strength from their torment. The only way that the human spirits are even able to stand a chance against them is to submit themselves to a god and pray for their protection. And even then there's no way in Hell that they're getting out of this situation since the god they're praying to views them the same way as the animal spirits (whether they are aware of it or not).

So if you haven't noticed by my word choice, there are quite a lot of similarities here with the dynamics of the Animal realm and Gensokyo. That's not even mentioning the fact that in both places we have at least 3 different parties fighting over control of the humans, whether it be animal spirits or Youkai. Hell, this race for power in Gensokyo is a plot point in Lotus Eaters and Forbidden Scrollery, so it's not like this is a new concept for the series to explore either.

There's also something to be said about how Keiki and the technology she brings with her are seen as a threat to the order of the animal realm. Throughout human history, humanity's creativity and ingenuity have always been major factors in our survival as a species. We created tools to use the nature around us and make it work to our advantage, we created weapons to more efficiently hunt and find food to survive, and we created art and literature to document our histories and make sense of the world. Going back to 17, Keiki is the epitome of humanity's evolution and creativity and she is the one who responded to the human's cries for salvation. Another thing to think about is that in Gensokyo, the best the villagers are going to get in terms of technology are old computers that are very limited in their use, and even then barely anyone will have any idea how to use them. The reason that Gensokyo even exists in the first place is to preserve the Youkai and Gods that would become forgotten by humanity's technological advancement. In both of these places, technological advancement is seen as a threat to the natural order and must be suppressed at all costs.

Of course in Gensokyo it isn't as extreme as the animal realm. The Kappa, the Tengu, and even gods like Kanako are all quite technologically advanced and/or are introducing new technologies to Gensokyo (those are just the ones I could list off the top of my head, but please tell me if there are more that I forgot). But here's the interesting thing, notice how none of the examples I listed there were humans. The only way for the humans of Gensokyo to have these technologies introduced to them is if the powers that be, nature, let them have those technologies. Going back to the animal realm, even after Keiki is defeated we can see that the beast spirits are still using the technologies she (most likely) introduced, i.e. that one chapter in Lotus Eaters where one of the otter spirits introduced what is essentially a GameBoy to the Kappa and Nitori saying stuff like, "oh yeah the animal realm is actually pretty technologically advanced nowadays" as well as that one story in CoLA where Ran and Yachie deal with the AI Sumireko made. Once again, the only times when the use of technology goes unprotested in this series are when it's kept out of the hands of humans and back into the hands of nature. Even when humans are able to fight back and create their own technology, nature will always win in the end, no matter how hard humanity tries to defeat it. The way Touhou 17 ends is indicative of this, with Keiki being defeated and the Animal Realm returning to it's status quo.

However, Gensokyo has never had this kind of issue before.... or so it may seem. Yes there's never been any technological uprising by the human villagers and with the way things are there most likely never will be, but when you take away the potential for technological advancement from humans then the next best thing would be magic. And when humans in Gensokyo use magic to find a way to gain power and be more than just fodder for the Youkai, they end up being punished. This is most prevalent in Forbidden Scrollery when Reimu kills the fortune teller. I don't think I need to go too in depth about this moment since I already did so in my Forbidden Scrollery review but this once again shows a parallel between Gensokyo and the Animal Realm.

So what am I trying to say with all of this? I've been bringing up a lot of the similarities that these two places have but similarities can just be chalked up to coincidences that don't mean anything. What I've been trying to say with this whole thing is that the Animal Realm represents an extreme version of Gensokyo, one where every ugly aspect of it is dialed up to 11 and the law of the strong eating the weak rules all. It's a Gensokyo without a spell card system to level the playing field. I do want to say that I don't believe Gensokyo is a grimdark setting, sure some parts about it are bleaker than others, but there are also many good aspects of Gensokyo that I feel like I should bring up. It's a safe-haven for the forgotten, and if we continue viewing the Youkai and Gods from the lens of both of them being allegories for nature, Gensokyo is a place where nature can fluorish outside of humanity's hands. Unlike the Animal Realm, Gensokyo was never established with the intentions of harming people. Nature is both beautiful and terrifying, and where Gensokyo displays the beautiful sides of nature, the Animal Realm displays all the ugly sides of it. Even then, there is some overlap between the two, Gensokyo does have a nastier side to it and the Animal Realm is a place where nature can exist unrestrained by humanity (even if the place is still a shitshow overall). Now that I think about it, this sort of duality between the two realms is kinda fitting for Touhou, and I can't stress enough that when I say that Gensokyo and the Animal Realm have some parallels I am not trying to say Gensokyo is a grimdark dystopia. Hell even going back into the Lotus Eaters manga, the otter spirit that escaped from the Animal Realm even said that Gensokyo was a better place to live.

So yeah, I don't really have any good way to end this aside from saying happy 5 year anniversary Touhou 17. You are a flawed game but god do I still love you. Oh yeah, and if there's anything I missed or any mistakes I made, please correct me/let me know.

[rlyehtaxidermist]

"what happens to renko after merry vanishes"

i feel like she would think about searching for her a lot but always choke when she thinks about how to actually get started. it would boil down to her taking a job where she can comfortably be insane and isolated from humanity. like she spends her remaining human lifespan as a lighthouse keeper on the edge of some global warming induced crevasse along the northwest passage. her journals are full of awful pining poetry and scratch notes of her deriving a whole system of astrology from scratch. yukari brings the lighthouse with her when she gaps renko to gensokyo and renko teaches her how to aim the beacon through kasen's bedroom window at 3 am.

[immobiliter]

You know what, I want to send in some ❤️ but I want you to pick... 4 people to do it for. Yes Lottie, I'm making you do some of the work. Sue me 🤭

my god sae, you exist to make my life difficult don't you~

for @apocryphis

it wouldn't be a hyv love corner without me talking about ventium, the first person in the hyv fandom that i truly reached out to write with ( no sae, you don't count ), and who has blessed me with so many wonderful dynamics in the year or so that we've now been writing together. writing and plotting with ventium is such a joy, i feel like we clicked very quickly and i love that neither of us are ever able to keep anything short ( remember, discord character limits are a target, not a limit :D ) and that we're both slow but enthusiastic snails. i credit her with so much of my muses' development over the past year, particularly getting to delve into the dynamic duo that is furina & neuvillette and all of the worldbuilding that allows us to do about fontaine as a whole. and no matter how long it takes us, i know that we have so many exciting things in store, both for our ships and for our other dynamics, and to have that sort of longevity in plotting and writing together is wonderful.

for @mercysought

i can't not talk about skells, an absolute staple of my dash and my tumblr experience for years now. she is another rp partner who gets to be a slow but enthusiastic snail alongside me: that we started writing pairings like jamie & anora *checks notes* five years ago ( can you believe, skells?? ) and we're still barely scratching the surface of them both in their outlander and da verses, and then we added to that with the black sails stuff with flint, silver & maxima ( tempting you into black sails is one of my proudest achievements ) is incredible. skells is another individual that is always so, so up for all the wild ideas and crossovers i throw at her and that makes her one of my favourite people to be creative with. and that's before i talk about her genius when it comes to crafting her ocs, whom i adore like my own (non existent) children, truly <3

for @lorelodge

ace is another staple of my tumblr experience that i can't not talk about, someone who has been there since the very beginning and one of my absolute favourite people to worldbuild with. the fact that, without them, my most beloved soul muse jack would not have the intricate and detailed background that he has, is something that should not be overstated and that we have gotten to continue in that vein with all of the other dynamics we have thrown together since you made your multi is such a gift. i know i can throw a batshit insane idea at ace and they will somehow make it even more insane and brilliant, and i also know that i can really, truly delve into complicated and interesting dynamics without fear or judgement. our writing partnership started with an abusive parental relationship and now we're here with our vampiric polycule and i have loved every minute of that pipeline lmao.

for @polarnoid

rat !! my beloved. i will echo what they said the other day because honestly it feels like i've known rat a lot longer than we actually have known each other, just because we clicked so easily and writing together was so fun and easy to do right from the start and through the 234238 dynamics we have conjured since, which is such a rare thing and something i treasure so much. rat not only is an incredibly fun person to both talk to and plot insane, intricate universes with, but also someone who brings such a wonderful narrative voice to their writing. i always feel like i'm in the particular character's head when i read a reply of theirs, and it's a talent that i am always in awe of.

send ❤️ + a URL and I’ll write something nice about them/their blog! / @iniziare

[crow-of-paradise]

WoR is finished! I don't have a whole lot to say other than I enjoyed it! lol Disjointed out-of-order thoughts and reactions below the cut. TWoK ending is still TOP for me, but WoR ending was very satisfying too in a different way. Like letting go of a BIG SNEEZE (for me the big sneeze was Kaladin finally being his true self and not hiding anymore)

Honestly though this ending was kinda insane?! I'm looking at you, Adolin!

First of all, RIP TO A REAL ONE SADEAS. I LOVED YOU UNTIL THE VERY END, MY FAVORITE STYLISH REPRESSED EVIL GAY. You coulda lived if you'd followed Sebarial's hedonistic way of life, but you were too hyperfocused on Dalinar, I get it. And now ur dead smh. LOL but honestly what a stupid move on his part to lay out his plans like that right to Adolin's face IN A CORRIDOR WITH NO WITNESSES. Ok not stupid, bc he's talked shit about Dalinar in front of Adolin before but, this was just the last straw?! I GUESS? YOU CREATED A BLACKTHORNE JR CONGRATS

And, I doubt this will be the case, but a morally-gray-to-morally-bankrupt Adolin arc would obviously be my favorite thing ever and infinitely more interesting than another honorable character POV. But as that belongs to Moash (WHOMST I ADORE) and seeing as he is Dalinar "Live Laugh Honor" Kholin's son, right now I'm taking this as a moment that mirrors that of a younger reckless Dalinar. Regardless, I was Shook, lol.

Quick celebration/mention of these two bc I cannot deal with these divas. Was it absolutely ridiculous? YES, AND also right up my alley - which with Brandon's humor isn't always the case, lol.

LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN

-holding brandy's face- IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MY SON'S PARENTS (I AM AWARE THAT IS A NONSENSE STATEMENT) I WILL CEASE TO FUNCTION. The dread I immediately felt. I am not ready for three more books of Kal suffering hahahaha

A LITTLE COMMOTION FOR KALADIN SAVING DALINAR'S BOOTY AGAIN PLS. In my head, he bridal-style carried him back to earth. 👉👈

Elhokar is now a flavor of pathetic man that I can 1000% get behind - thank you, Brandy.

BRIDGE FOUR FOUND FAMILY FOR LIFE!!! 😭😭😭 Oh Rock.... Oh Teft.... The love I have for this darling crew is SO MUCH MY HEART RISKS BURSTING EVERY TIME THEY'RE ON THE PAGE.

And oh I'm so happy Syl and Kal are back together... What a relatable queen - I too would let Kal's shenanigans slide for one (1) single smile from him.

How did I fare plot-wise? WELL, I WAS EVENTUALLY ABLE TO KEEP UP. I am wonky on some of the factions affecting change in the world atm. I made a very incorrect cheat sheet so I wouldn't forget everything whenever I get to the next book LOL

Gavilar's confusing me rn tbh and also Nin actually bc he straight-up gave Szeth his honorblade and made him a Skybreaker (I just shoved him in the Ghostbloods camp initially bc of him exacting revenge on Shardbearers but I don't think he's part of them exactly) soooooo ???? I am not sure what's going on there EXAAACTLY but I am loving the ride, safe to say, lol.

The novella is up next! It's such a cute and tiny tome to hold compared to the Monsters. I will say I am very pleased that the narrative still leans into the cheesy, earnest tone of TWoK, and while Kal will always be blorbo numero uno, all the major and minor characters are so compelling to me. I love every single one, actually, lmao. EVEN AMARAM. He's really drinking the kool-aid so I don't JUST despise him with the passion of a 1,000 burning suns anymore, now I feel PITY for him. It's great!

The action in these books is always so epic and in particular the scene with Szeth and Kaladin fighting in the storms, my thoughts couldn’t help but go to “DO THE DRAGON BALL Z FANS KNOW ABOUT THIS” hahaha and ofc I mean that in the best way. I feel like a little kid hyperfixating on power rangers when I read the Windrunner action.

If there's one thing I wish for it would be another main POV female character that is not part of the Kholin family. Funnily enough Veil does somewhat scratch this itch for me, considering it's... just Shallan LOL, but yeah. ANOTHER! I don't think we're diverting much from the current POVs we have though (besides the interludes and the brief POV switches within the main POVs), which is fine. SHOULD I DO A RANKING? ok! My number one is still The Way of Kings, so obvs, for now, that leaves Words of Radiance in second place. :)

[lillith-shifts]

Introduction time 🫶

Ok so this is my introduction. I’ve never done one of these before so if it looks weird or the wording is messed up, don’t blame me I’m just a girl 😔

Starting off!!-

My name is Lillith, and my pronouns are she/they, though I don’t really care what you refer to me as. I change my profile a LOT but one thing I’ll probably never change is my username. I’m forever going to be lillith-shifts.

Moving on to the fun stuff 🤗 —————

Here’s a little rundown about me

I was born June 6, 2007

I’m a Gemini 😚

I have a little sister

I have a lot of pets - a dog, cat, rabbit, fish, chickens, guinea fowl

Sadly, I’m from Texas USA, scratch that, sadly I’m from America 😔

I’ve lived in a small town my whole life. Like it’s tiny. Like 850 people, 2 mi^2 tiny

I really like to travel, I’ve gone to Vegas, Colorado (3x), and I’ve gone camping in Oklahoma many times

I’m weirdly obsessed with sleep token

I have an autoimmune disease (hypothyroidism) and possibly autism 🤪

I have two true friends who is adore so much

I’m utterly delighted obsessed with Noah Sebastian.. CURRENTLY

I LOVE the sims 4. I play it all the time, like so much I’ve been having dreams of playing it. I have a problem I know

I am apart of the dead dad club 🤯

I have a habit of making fun of people for something then falling in love with said thing… for example TVD

I have a character.ai addiction ☹️

Some shifting related things

I haven’t shifted YET

I’ve been into shifting for 4 years

A dr that I tried shifting to the longest is Supernatural

I introduced one of my friends to shifting and she shifted first try then I introduced another one of my friends to it and she called me insane 🥲

None of my friends wanted to group shift, or even look into shifting, so I scripted them into my drs. We gonna shift together one way or another 🫶

My very first dr was a MHA LOV dr and the first guy I shifted for was Dabi..

I’m permashifting to my better cr

My favorite dr is my iZombie dr. It’s my go to when I’m bored of other drs

My most obscure dr is probably my back rooms dr. I’m not making myself deal with the monsters, those things are GONE.

I didn’t know what respawning actually meant so for like 2 weeks I was going around saying I was gonna do it ☹️

I have over forty drs, which apparently isn’t a lot, I’m finding out??

Peace dawgs

Edited last: Feb. 21, 2025

[cathchicken]

Ok watched the new episodes, my quick thoughts: (spoiler)

I thought cake dropped the f bomb when she said “puck him up!” In the first few minutes. Sort of disappointed she didn’t tho, that’d be really funny

Episode one overall was really cute! Gave me big bee and puppy cat vibes

I like the relationship Fiona has with both Gary and Marshal. ALSO PEPPERMINT BUTLER WAS SUCH A JUMPSCARE IDK WHY

Also surprising: Hunter?? (Genderswapped human huntress wizard). It’s a different design than the one we see in the trailers! I’m not sure how to think of it yet but I could immediately sense the sort of pairing they are going for obviously with Fiona.

Lsp was lsp

Also the human lemongrabs haha

Intro theme was a banger??? Especially episode 2

Ok episode two: essentially a Simon torture porn episode like oh my god I am not kidding

He’s such a looser (sad)

Like give my man a break

I bet you could easily make a 20 minute compilation of every time Simon gets whacked in the head or punched or something, by the end of the series.

Also Simon and Marcy flashback. Gonna throw up now my heart won’t take it

He is going insane. Like his girl how cute 💕💕💕💕

Betty shrine

Choose goose but EVIL!! yes! This was hinted at in the “wizard city” episode of distant lands, and now he is back but filled with dark magic I guess.

Nothing happens with that little Fiona fangirl

FINN!!! He is very big but thr same the whole time, I am happy to see him back

Jake is dead :’(

Finn hangs out with TV now, interesting. TV even has a little tamagotchi

This episode REALLY earned the tv-14 rating. Lots of blood, but satisfying in a way. A beat up monster actually has visible injuries!!

Well also Simon his arm gets jacked up. Because it’s mandatory I guess

I have no idea what’s gonna happen to finns weird scratch, maybe nothing

Finn makes like at least two jokes about his balls and it’s so good. He’d totally be the person to think balls are funny

Huntress wizard is also mentioned in this episode too!! Not any appearances though. Finn does say he regularly meets with her though, and at the end of the episode even goes to “hang out” with her

Rebecca sugar song!!! I think!!!

OH YEAH WE GOT A BIT OF BUBBALINEEE. Nothing too important, just them having a goofy time and being happy :3

next: Simon summons god /j

Well, he does something to connect with golb, or at least his intentions. But choose goose messes up the chant by saying something about Fiona and cake.

Ok so THEORY: this summoning/portal ritual caused a portal to appear from Simon to Fiona’s world, like the chant eventually said. The portal itself (in Fiona’s universe) was specifically tied to ice, since that’s a point of simons identity. Well, the portal cake wen through was right near human ice queen, so I thought it was because ice queen was the Simon of Fiona’s universe. But cake doesn’t enter her, but just the ice in her ice cream cart. Hmmm,,,, not sure.

Ok I think that’s it for now!!