#also this is not not at all a hint to the ending of tell me your lies

[sweetshuga]

It was just like any other day today—mundane. You sat in the front row with your friend, mindlessly swirling your pen around your fingers as you looked at the lecture ahead with zero interest unlike your friend beside you who took notes diligently. You, on the other hand, were too busy checking out the new lecturer to focus on the droning.

Suddenly, as if having heard your thoughts, Matt, the new lecturer, locked eyes with you, fixing his glasses as he took a step forward. Seeing that most of the students were either busy with their own discussions or the presentation at hand, he quietly approached where you sat.

"You’re awfully distracted, sweetheart." He stated, almost cocky in a way that told you he knew you were distracted by him, and the unexpected pet name made you feel that tingle in your lower abdomen—a telltale sign of your arousal.

He leaned a tad bit closer and talked in a more hushed voice, as if telling you a secret. "I’d appreciate it if you’d pay more attention... you pay to attend, after all." He folded his arms, his silver wedding ring glinting in the overhead lights, catching your eyes immediately.

Dilf.

Getting called out wasn’t as embarrassing when he was standing in front of you looking like a whole damn 5 course meal with desserts on the side. You nodded, almost absentmindedly, mumbling a dazed "sorry, prof" before quickly snapping out of it and looking down at your laptop.

You reminded yourself, for the nth time, that he was a middle aged man and probably happily married judging by how much he was flaunting his ring.

You sighed, noticing how absurd your own thoughts were. Suddenly, your friend nudged you, making you tense up. "You just said that out loud." She whispered, biting her lips to stifle a laugh when she saw your absolutely petrified expression. You quickly turned to look at Matt, your face burning and hoping against hope that he didn’t hear that, but to your dismay he seemed awfully amused not to have heard it.

You could’ve sworn you heard him snicker quietly to himself before he turned around and walked back to the board, thankfully not making any comments about your slip up.

𓆩♡𓆪

The day finally ended, leaving you with the embarrassing memory of the lecture earlier today and your remaining desire for the 36 year old lecturer that just started working at the university you go to about three days ago.

A dilf indeed.

You couldn’t help yourself, you’ve always had a thing for older guys and it didn’t help that he was exactly your type to the tea. From his slightly cocky confidence to the small hint of sarcasm he used in everyday speech just made your clit throb for attention.

He had also mentioned on the first day about his daughter who’s still in middle school, playfully asking advice about teenagers.

"Damnit, what’s wrong with me?" You sighed, rubbing your temple as you walked down the almost empty hall until you reached the door to his office. Taking a deep breath, you gently knocked on the door, waiting with batted breath until you heard a soft "come in" from inside. You opened the door and slipped inside with a small stack of papers in your hand.

Matt looked up, his glasses still perched on his nose and his already messy hair slightly more disheveled as his keyboards clicked softly with each of his taps. "What brings you here?" He looked back at his computer, typing in a few things before looking at you again. "Well?"

You snapped out of your tiny trance and walked over to him, putting the papers on his desk. "Uh, Dr. Lexi told me to give these to you." You said as you stepped back, looking at his ring that never failed to catch your eyes.

His eyes followed your gaze and landed on his ring, raising his eyebrows in amusement as he looked back at you. "Thanks-" he paused before continuing, fidgeting slightly with his wedding ring. "-You seem to really... like? my wedding ring huh?" He chuckled, taking it off and setting it aside before leaning forward with his elbows on the desk. "You curious?"

His speech was informal and casual even though he was a lecturer, but that seemed to soothe your nerves a tiny bit.

"Uhm... May I ask what you mean by if I’m curious?" His smirk widened ever so slightly at the confusion in your tone. "Oh, what I mean by that is... Do you wanna know if I’m still married? You seem unable to take your eyes off of it." He mused, tilting his head slightly to the side, the cockiness exuding from his tone didn't go unnoticed by you.

Was he enjoying this?

You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it as nothing came out and the only thing you could do was nod. Matt’s smirk turned into a lopsided grin, "There you go, it wasn’t so hard to admit it now was it?" He twirled the silver ring around his fingers.

"Well, to answer your question sweetheart – I’m not married." He leaned back in his chair, a small chuckle escaping him. "This is just to ward off women you know?" He looked at you, his blue eyes looked almost... hypnotizing in the golden hour glow.

Oh, so he knew how attractive he was huh?

You felt like you were in a trance as you looked at him, your eyes slowly raking down his face until it landed on his pink kissable lips, you wondered how they would taste. Your gaze travelled to his beard – the stubble only adding to the whole dilf aura he had going on.

"Earth to Miss Dilf Lover." He chuckled, shamelessly joking, leaning forward to get your attention.

You blinked, only now realising that you’ve been staring at him without saying anything like a creep. "Y-yes Prof. Sturniolo?" You almost, almost, cursed out loud at the stutter in your voice. A genuine chuckle left Matt’s lips and the sound left your panties drenched.

"Why don’t you come here?" He patted his lap, smirking as he waited for you to either decline or tell him he was crazy, but he did not think you would actually comply and sit on his lap facing him, but was he complaining? Nope, not one bit.

A small, surprised chuckle rumbled in his chest, his hands immediately finding your hips as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. His lips curled into a slow grin.

Damn, did he like this.

𓆩♡𓆪

Before you knew it, you were already dry humping his thigh, your cheeks slightly flushed with both embarrassment and desire.

You quickly picked up a quick rhythm, shamelessly satisfying yourself on his thigh, letting out soft moans—which went straight to his dick. A muscle in his jaw twitched when he clenched his jaw, biting back a groan at your sounds and the way you needily rubbed yourself on him.

You couldn’t help the whine that left your lips when he held your hips tightly, halting your movements completely. The desperation in your tone made him chuckle in amusement. "What’s wrong sweetheart? You stopped moving." He asked even though he was the one that stopped you. His tone was full of concern, but you knew better... or did you? After all, you were dry humping on your lecturer’s thigh—whom you’ve known for four days max.

Fuck it.

"Please Prof, let me- let me move." A breathless plea rolled out, followed by your breath hitching slightly when he shifted, his thigh pressing perfectly against your clothed clit. The sensation made you let out a small moan.

"Well, fuck me," Matt breathed out, "You are sooo desperate aren’t you?" He smirked despite the painfully stiff bulge tenting the front of his pants and the way his chest heaved with ragged breaths—barely controlled desire.

Your eyes rolled back briefly when he suddenly ground you hard on his thigh, the friction left your hips jerking slightly. "Oh-- ffuuck." Your mouth went slack when he started to ground you on his thigh, his fingers digging into your hips as he controlled your movements.

Your hands quickly found their way onto his shoulders, a chocked moan leaving your mouth when he pulled you forward just right.

It was a bit embarrassing how quickly you started to feel that taut feeling in your stomach, but you were too into it to really think about how desperate you were.

"Sh-shit-- I’m gonna- gonna cum." You moaned softly, your head falling forward to bury your face in his shoulder, effectively muffling your moans and it turning into small whimpers instead.

Your movements grew jerky as you got closer, your breath hitching more and more. "C’mon, come for me baby." Matt turned his head subtly and whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

His words combined with the relentless friction against your clothed clit was all that was needed for you to climax. A drawn out moan left your lips when you came, your back arching and your hands clutching his shoulders tighter. Your hips jerked and twitched in sync with the aftershocks running through you.

"Good girl." He praised, his voice raspy from how turned on he was.

𓆩♡𓆪

Matt let you stay seated on his thigh for a few more minutes, letting you catch your breath. He shifted in his seat, his erection was so damn uncomfortable and painful by now, but he didn’t say anything about it.

Boundaries.

As much as he wanted to bend you over the desk and take you right then and there – he knew you would let him and he could tell you wanted him too – but he also knew where to set the boundaries.

Matt cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. "Well, would you look at the time?" He rasped, "I think it’s about time I go, I’ve a meeting in 10 minutes after all." He lied, watching as you lifted your head, nodding slowly before you climbed off his lap.

"R-right, I-uh, I'll take my leave. Uhm, have a good afternoon Prof." You mumbled quickly, the small hint of disappointment didn’t go unnoticed by Matt. You took your phone from his desk, where you had put it, and scurried out of his office, haphazardly fixing your hair and clothes on your way out.

Matt sighed, slumping back in his seat, gazing down at his boner. He ran his hand through his hair, utterly confused as to why he did what he did just now.

This was bad.

"What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t possibly start falling for my student..." He trailed off, realising he might have already fallen. "Great, Matt, just great." He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands in frustration.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟏.𝟕 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

⋆˚࿔ 𝒊𝒔𝒂’𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ .ᐟ Sooo I’ve been shit at posting lately but uh... here is something that has been collecting dust in my drafts until I had enough motivation to finish it 🤗 Also, look at the cute bow divider I made it’s adorb 😔

[hansmic]

𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔥𝔞𝔩 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔶

ex!han jisung x fem! reader.

summary: when after weeks of being alone after losing you, your ex gets drunk and ends up confessing stop you would never think he would.

genre: fluff, angst, romance

warnings: mentions of drinking.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: hope you like this anon!

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Han was already a little drunk, but the alcohol he kept drinking wasn’t helping him forget her. He was sitting on his kitchen floor, surrounded by empty bottles and photos of the two of them. Memories of their happier times together swam through his head like a broken record player.

He couldn’t help but miss her. The way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she made him feel alive and loved. He missed the sound of her voice and the way her skin felt against his own. His chest ached with every memory, every thought. It was like a never-ending cycle of pain.

He knew that he probably shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. He took out his phone and dialed her number, his heart beating faster with each digit. He wasn’t sure if she’d even answer, but he was desperate to hear her voice again.

The phone rang once, twice, three times. With each ring, his heart sank a little more. He knew she wasn’t going to answer, but he couldn’t bring himself to hang up. He waited, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she’d pick up.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she answered. His stomach twisted with a mix of relief and anxiety. “Hey,” he managed to say, his voice hoarse from drinking.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice cool and distant. He felt a pang in his chest. She was so cold, so distant. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her, how sorry he was for everything that had happened between them, but the words got stuck in his throat.

"I just... I wanted to hear your voice," he said, his words slurring slightly. He could hear her sigh on the other end of the line. "You’re drunk, aren’t you?" she said, her tone sharp and disapproving.

He didn’t respond. He knew she was right, but he didn’t care. The alcohol numbed the pain, if only for a moment. He just wanted to hear her, to feel closer to her.

"You shouldn’t be calling me when you’re like this," you said, your voice softer now. There was a hint of sadness in your words. "You know it’s not healthy for either of us."

He closed his eyes, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. “I know,” he mumbled. “I know, but I can’t help it. I miss you so much.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

She hesitated, unsure of what to say. Seeing him in person was a terrible idea. But a small part of her was curious, wondering just how drunk he was and if he’d actually follow through.

"Fine," she said finally, her voice resigned. "If you miss me so much, come over."

He couldn’t believe his ears. Did you really just say that? He quickly scrambled to his feet, grabbing his keys and wallet. He was a little unsteady on his feet, but he was determined to get to you

He stumbled out of his apartment, the cool night air refreshing against his flushed face. He hailed a taxi and gave the driver your address. Sitting in the back of the car, his heart was pounding in his chest.

As he watched the city lights pass by outside the window, he tried to prepare himself for what he was about to do. He wasn’t sure if he should start with an apology or if he should just come clean about how he was feeling. He also wasn’t sure if he was ready to face the anger or disappointment that might be waiting for him on the other side of the door.

Jisung stumbled out of the taxi and approached your door. He knew he looked like a mess - his clothes rumpled, his hair sticking up in all directions and his eyes heavy with alcohol. And yet, he didn’t care. All he cared about was seeing you, being near you again.

Taking a deep breath, he lifted his hand and knocked on the door.

The sound of his hand against your door echoed in his ears, and he could hear his own heartbeat pounding like a drum. The seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity.

Finally, he heard the sound of locks being undone and the door opened to reveal you, standing there in front of him

He couldn’t help but stare. You were just as beautiful as he remembered, maybe even more. His eyes roved over your face, taking in every detail - the curve of your lips, the way your hair fell across your forehead. He wanted to memorize every inch of you.

You eyed him cautiously, taking in his disheveled appearance and the smell of alcohol on his breath. You weren’t sure why you even let him come over in the first place. It probably wasn’t a smart decision.

Jisung cleared his throat, suddenly feeling sober and aware of his surroundings. “Can I come in?” he asked, his voice rough and gravelly.

You hesitated for a moment, eyeing him skeptically. But something in his tone - maybe the vulnerability, the desperation - made you soften. "Fine," you said, stepping aside and letting him in.

He entered the apartment, his eyes scanning over the familiar surroundings - the pictures on the walls, the artwork you had hung up, the couch you used to snuggle on while watching movies. It all felt so familiar and yet so far away at the same time.

You closed the door behind him and awkwardly led him to the living area. He sat down on the couch, his hands fidgeting in his lap. He wasn’t sure how to start the conversation. Luckily, you spoke up.

“So,” you said, folding your arms across your chest. “You wanted to talk, so talk.”

Jisung looked up at you, his eyes glossy and his face red. The alcohol was still coursing through his veins, making everything feel a little hazy and dreamlike. He took a deep, shaky breath before speaking. "I miss you," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "I miss you so much it hurts."

"I miss waking up next to you. I miss our stupid arguments and the way we would make up afterwards. I miss the way you laugh and the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking." He paused for a beat, his eyes filling with tears. "I miss how happy we used to be together."

He wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, trying to regain his composure. "I know I screwed up. I made mistakes, and I didn’t appreciate you the way I should have. But I swear, if you give me another chance, I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy. I’ll make you laugh, I’ll listen to you, and I’ll never take you for granted again."

He looked at you, his expression pleading. "Please," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please give me another chance. I can’t lose you. I can’t."

You were taken aback by his pleading. You weren’t expecting such a raw and emotional confession, especially from him in his current, intoxicated state.

For a moment, you were torn. On one hand, you still felt hurt and betrayed by what he had done. On the other hand, seeing him like this - vulnerable and desperate - tugged at your heart strings.

"Jisung," you said gently, "you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying right now."

"No," he protested, shaking his head. "No, I know exactly what I’m saying. I mean it. I love you. I’ve always loved you."

His words hit you like a punch in the gut. You hadn’t heard him say “I love you” in so long, and now here he was, drunk and sloppy, declaring his love for you. It shouldn’t affect you, but it did.

He reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. "Please, don’t push me away," he said, his voice cracking. "We can make this work, I know we can. We just need to talk, to communicate. That was our problem, right? We didn’t talk enough."

It was hard to ignore the way your heart fluttered in your chest as he held your hand, his touch both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. You knew you should be strong, you knew you should push him away and tell him to leave. But something in his eyes made it impossible.

"We can’t just pick up where we left off," you said, your voice soft. "You hurt me, Han. You broke my trust."

"I know," he said, his head hung in shame. "I know, and I’m so sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me right now, but I just can’t stand the thought of never being with you again. I’m lost without you. I thought I could handle being apart, but I realize now that I need you more than I ever thought."

His fingers tightened around yours, his eyes pleading. "Just give me a chance to prove it to you. Let me show you that I can be the man you deserve. That I can be better."

You studied him for a moment, taking in his disheveled appearance, the vulnerability in his eyes, and the way he held onto your hand like a lifeline. It was impossible to deny the pull you felt towards him, even after everything that had happened.

Finally, you let out a sigh. "Okay," you said softly. "I’ll give you a chance."

His eyes lit up at your words, and a small, tentative smile curled at the corners of his mouth. "You will?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief and hope.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Yeah," you said, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. "But don’t think that means I’m just going to forgive and forget all the crap you put me through. You’re going to have to work for it."

A look of determination crossed his face, like a man on a mission. "I will," he said, his grip on your hand tightening once more. "I promise you, I will do whatever it takes to prove myself to you."

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masterlist is here!

[00valentina-writes00]

i saw your recent post about werewolf!abby and i'd like to make a request 🫣

i've been addicted to vampires since the release of s2 of castlevania and the nosferatu movie, so hear me out: vamp!abby

if you could write hcs or a one shot about vampire!abby i would be grateful 😓🙏🏻 (btw ik you're on hiatus, take care of yourself and write my request in your own time!!)

✞⛧ Vampire Abby headcanons! ✞⛧

Warnings: mentions of blood, vampire type shi

✞⛧ Abby has an almost haunting beauty in the darkness, her pale skin glowing softly in the moonlight, her eyes gleaming with a hint of the predatory hunger that stirs beneath her calm exterior. When she looks at you, there’s an intensity that makes you feel seen, even in the quietest moments.

✞⛧ She’s fiercely protective of you, but in the way of someone who’s trying to keep you safe from the dangers of her world. She can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you, The fact that she feeds off of you is a delicate balance for her, and she’s careful not to take too much, often pulling away when she senses you’re on the edge of feeling faint.

✞⛧ Abby has an incredibly sensual side to her that comes out when the world is quiet, and it’s just the two of you. Her kisses are slow, deep, as if she’s savoring every moment. When she’s with you, everything else falls away, and she lets herself be human for just a little while longer.

✞⛧ The first time she feeds from you, she’s gentle, almost apologetic, her fangs grazing your skin like a lover’s caress. She’s hesitant, afraid of hurting you, but you reassure her with a soft whisper, “I trust you, Abby.” Her eyes soften, and for a moment, you see the vulnerability she hides so well. The moment of intimacy, when she sinks her fangs into your neck, feels like a bond being formed deeper than any other.

✞⛧ You both share quiet moments in the dark, where she can’t be in the sun. She likes to curl up next to you, the two of you lost in each other’s presence. Her head rests against your chest, and you can feel the coolness of her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of your own. It’s a comfort to her, one that grounds her.

✞⛧ Abby struggles with guilt. She hates the thought of being a danger to you, of being something other than the woman you fell in love with. When you reassure her that you’re okay with it, that you want to be with her no matter what, her heart—cold as it may be—feels a little lighter.

✞⛧ Every now and then, Abby will go a little too far in her thirst, but you never blame her. You know it’s not something she can control. She’ll be apologetic, her voice thick with regret as she checks on you, always making sure you’re okay. You tell her that you’re more than fine, because being with her is worth every moment.

✞⛧ On nights when she’s craving more than just blood, she’ll lean in and press a kiss to your lips, a soft promise of everything she has to give. Her love for you is endless, a never-ending tide she holds in check just for you. You are her anchor, the one thing in the world that keeps her tethered to something more than the darkness that surrounds her.

✞⛧ Abby watches you when you’re sleeping, her eyes soft with affection, but also tinged with a trace of longing. She can’t rest like you do, her mind always alert, her senses hyper-aware, but she finds comfort in the way your breath rises and falls, in the warmth of your body beneath the covers. Sometimes, when she’s sure you’re deep in sleep, she’ll reach out a hand, just to feel your pulse, a quiet reminder that you’re alive and with her. She hates that she can’t sleep beside you, but in these moments, she allows herself to just… watch.

✞⛧ There are no reflections of Abby. Mirrors are strange for her, never showing her true self. When she stands before one, all she sees is the emptiness. It’s a constant reminder of her condition—who she’s become, what she’s lost. It’s not something she talks about often, but there are days when she feels the weight of it, especially when you catch her staring at herself in the glass, that emptiness eating away at her. It’s in these moments that she leans toward you for comfort, craving something real to remind her of her humanity.

✞⛧ Abby sometimes worries that she makes you cold. Her presence is always a little too chill, her skin too pale, her body too unyielding. She knows it’s hard for you to stay warm when you’re around her, but she doesn’t want you to feel like you have to sacrifice comfort for the sake of being with her. There are nights when she notices you shivering despite the blankets, and her heart clenches in worry, even if she tries to hide it. She tries to make up for it with little gestures—heating pads, warm drinks, a cozy embrace—hoping that she can make you feel safe and loved, even in her cool, immortal form.

✞⛧ Abby appreciates, but also hates, when you stay up late to spend time with her. You know she can’t be in the sun, so when the world is quiet, and it’s just the two of you, she’s more herself. But sometimes, she feels the guilt of it. She doesn’t want you to be drained the next day because you stayed up too late with her, indulging her when you should be sleeping. Her eyes soften with both gratitude and regret when she notices how you yawn or rub your eyes in the early morning hours. Still, she can’t help but cherish these moments, relishing the rare quiet time she gets to spend with you. She’ll whisper “you don’t have to stay up, you know,” but deep down, she loves that you do. She’d never say it aloud, but it means more to her than you might realize.

✞⛧ When Abby kisses you, it’s like the world stops. Her lips are cold—eerily so—but when she kisses you, it’s like she’s melting into you, her chillness blending with your warmth. She’ll always pause at the moment just before kissing you, her gaze intense, like she’s savoring the moment, making sure you’re ready. It’s the way she lingers after, her hand on your cheek, brushing against your skin like she never wants to pull away.

✞⛧ The first time she kissed you in the dark, it was a total accident. She was trying to be all suave, taking the opportunity when the room was dimly lit, but she misjudged the distance and ended up kissing your cheek instead. Of course, she pretended it was intentional, pulling away with a smirk and saying something like, “You look good in the dark.” But you could tell she was a little flustered, and that’s when you knew. This girl was a softie in disguise.

✞⛧ Her voice gets so much deeper when she’s turned on. Like, ridiculously low and gravelly. She tries to play it cool, but it’s so obvious when she’s looking at you with that hungry expression, and you swear her whole demeanor shifts into something more predatory. Sometimes, just hearing her voice say your name in that tone is enough to make your heart race. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” And you’re like, yeah, Abby, I know, but you’ve been doing that to me for weeks now, and I’m still not complaining.

✞⛧ There’s this one ritual where Abby has to touch you before she leaves for the day. It doesn’t matter if she’s only going to be gone for a few hours, she always needs a moment where she kisses you goodbye and lingers for just a second too long. It’s like she’s trying to memorize your warmth, your scent, just in case. She’s cold, but when she’s with you, she gets to experience the warmth of someone who truly sees her

Crack headcanons:

✞⛧ She forgets she’s a vampire sometimes. Not like she forgets about her immortality, but she’ll be standing there in front of the fridge, just blankly staring, when you’ll walk in and she’ll be like, “Right… I can’t eat pizza. It’s just… I really want to.” The same thing happens with chocolate cake. She’ll always look at the dessert longingly, until she’s like, “Wait, I can’t do that, I’m a monster.” You’ll just look at her like, “You’re so dramatic,” and she’ll sulk while you eat it in front of her. Good luck getting her to admit you’re right.

✞⛧ Abby tries to drink from blood bags like a civilized vampire… but ends up gagging every time. She’s just trying to be “normal” by doing the whole “blood in a bag” thing, but it never tastes right to her. “I’ll never get why people like this.” You’ll find her in the kitchen late at night, scrunching her face up and pouring out the blood in disgust. Meanwhile, she actually prefers the taste of your blood, and she knows you’re not even mad about it. You’re used to it by now, but you still get a little too smug when you see her struggle with a plastic bag of blood.

✞⛧ She definitely tries to prank you by pretending to be a “drama vampire.” She’ll dramatically throw open the door one night, a cape on (she doesn’t even own a cape), her arms spread wide, and she’ll swoon over the fact that she can’t go out in the sun. “It’s tragic, my love! To never feel the sun on my face again—my soul is doomed!” You roll your eyes every time, but she insists on doing it at least once a month to “spice things up.”

✞⛧ She’ll watch Twilight or something and completely go off about how unrealistic everything is. “There’s no way they’d sparkle. Have you seen how much sunscreen would be required to make that work? No thanks.” She gets so into these rants, and you can’t tell if she’s mad about how inaccurate it is or if she’s just jealous that they can go into the sunlight. 

✞⛧ Abby has a weird obsession with garlic bread. The irony isn’t lost on her, but she loves the smell of it. It makes her crave… something. Not blood, not quite. But the warmth. The butter. The toasted, crispy edges. She’ll actually have a whole argument with herself in the grocery store about whether or not to buy it, because it’s not like it can hurt her. It’s just hilarious that it’s so good when it’s supposed to be her mortal enemy.

✞⛧ Abby 100% uses her vampire strength to “accidentally” break things just to mess with people. She’s trying to open a jar? Snap, it shatters. Trying to move a chair? Crack, the leg falls off. When people look at her like, “What the hell, Abby?” she just gives them this deadpan stare like, “What? I didn’t mean to do that.” You know she did, though. She finds it funny, and at this point, it’s just how she gets her kicks. She’ll literally claim she’s “still getting used to the strength,” but you’re not buying it anymore.

✞⛧ Abby’s totally the person to destroy her own furniture just to “test” how strong she is. She’ll lift the couch or randomly break a chair in half, and when you ask, “Why, Abby?” she’ll act like it’s just a normal day. “I just wanted to see if I could do it.” You’re over here trying to salvage the rest of your living room, and she’s already moved on to “testing” the strength of your bookshelf—don’t ask how that goes.

✞⛧ She absolutely terrifies anyone who tries to flirt with you. Abby doesn’t even need to say anything. The moment someone even glances at you for a second too long, she’ll appear out of nowhere with this eerie, dead stare like she’s about to break them in half. You don’t even have to be involved. Just knowing Abby’s lurking in the background is enough to make people reconsider their life choices. She won’t speak a word, just stands there like a stone statue, and then—nothing happens. They leave. Mission accomplished.

✞⛧ Abby’s idea of “romantic” is sitting in a dark room with you, silently holding you hostage with her gaze for hours on end. “I’m not staring at you,” she’ll say, “I’m just… thinking.” You’ll try to go about your business, but she’ll just sit there, eyes locked on you like she’s plotting something—anything. Her intense, smoldering gaze? It’s a mix of love and mild discomfort. You can’t tell if she’s just plotting how to make your heart race or if she’s seriously wondering if she can get a bite in without you noticing.

[shineon3]

we know i love a good mafia ficcc 👀👀👀

Bestie you know I do too 🥰 this is basically just an outline (or me rambling at jess and then copy pasting it on gdocs in case I ever decide to write it) so here's some bullet points from the doc :3

- charismatic mafia boss daniel & kinda not rich but also not poor college student max - max is in his 20s, daniel is getting in his 30s - j*s selling max to be daniel’s husband to settle his debts with the mafia :selling max wasn't his choice but Daniel said it's either that or j*s will be killed and all his assets seized but the mafia and j*s is a greedy cunt so he sold max instead - max has no fkn clue his dad deals with the mafia, j*s just framed it as a business partner wanting to form an alliance with them and asking to marry max and max has no choice in it - max ends up marrying daniel but he doesn't know his hubby deals in the mafia either, he just knows his hubby is rich af (“if you need anything, just text me or tell one of my men and I'll buy it) and he's never around (max literally only saw him when they signed the marriage certificate) - At first max is okay with it. His hubby is rich and never around and that means he has all the free time in the world and anything he wants, but at sm point he doesn't like it anymore. Like, he feels so lonely at home, and he sees his friends more than his own husband. - At sm point he just texts daniel “I'm lonely” and he hopes daniel takes the hint but when he comes home from his classes he just finds two little kittens sleeping in a sun patch and a note that says “they reminded me of you. I hope you like the company” - max doesn't know it but Daniel has been observing him since day one, learning things about max and what he likes, because he maybe kinda probably has a crush on his hubby but he doesn't know how to deal with it so he just gives max space. - At some point daniel realises that max is into him just as much as he's into max and they fuck about it (daniel praising max and worshiping his body and telling max how pretty he is and how he's gonna buy him everything he wants and he'll never need anything ever again)

[nthspecialll]

To me, it always seemed like Eliza came after Mary. Like a one night stand, perhaps a drunken one, as to try and drown his sorrows from Mary essentially leaving him… And in his mind, probably for another man since she did give him a letter if I remember correctly after breaking off their engagement, telling him that she was married. For what I assume Arthur is hinting at, is the fact that both him and Eliza was young and while it is possible that Arthur was younger than Eliza when it happened, I simply thought that he was reflecting on how he didn’t view her or himself as ‘just a kid’ back then since now he has been hardened by life due to all the pain.

And about Mary and Abigail etc, I genuinely think that it was just a miss on rockstars end, since they have overlapped or looked over timelines a whole lot before. Besides, this is just my personal opinion but I highly doubt that Arthur would put himself out there again in the way he did with Mary, seemingly pouring his whole heart out to her as if it had never been broken yet, if he had already lost a son by the time.

That could also be true. I will be honest to say that I think there is no canon timeline, I think Rockstar played around with so many versions that they just all mixed and don't really make much sense. It is like mixing three half missing puzzles and trying to make them into one. For example Abigail mentions Mary and liking her, which timeline wise is a bit strange but is also strange because Mary has a big dislike towards women of lower standing, especially sex workers and Abigail would likely pick up on that. I mean it is canon now, so not much to do, but it is a bit funky.

[moonunirealm]

𐙚 ⋆ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ᴍᴀɴɪꜰᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ

i sometimes don’t even notice when the things i want come into fruition but here are some things i noticed…

𐙚 ⋆ ᴍʏ ᴅɪᴘʟᴏᴍᴀ!

this time last year i felt so helpless, literally didn’t even know what i was going to do with my life but i graduated last semester with flying colors!

𐙚 ⋆ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴇʀᴛᴏ ʀɪᴄᴏ + ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛꜱ

at the beginning of this month, i was doing my vision board and decided that i wanted to travel more so i put a beach with the puerto rican flag. a couple days later, my friend texted me saying she wanted to take me with her to puerto rico for the bad bunny concert, an album i didn’t even tell her i liked, btw. also, added concerts to my vision board since i love going to them and think i don’t go to them enough. including that bad bunny concert, i have 3 concerts im going to this year… and it’s only january lol

𐙚 ⋆ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴊᴏʙ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

by the end of last year, i’ve had a different mindset so these were easier to manifest but the title explains the gist, i wanted to work right after graduating and i got 2 office jobs that i actually like, surrounded by people who are nice, funny, and want to see me win.

first job, i interned there while in school and from the first day, i told my boss that i was going to work there. she didn’t believe me, the other interns said they’d like to work there as well but i knew the job was mine. my first day officially on the job, she was like you said this from the start, and i was like yupppp lol

second job, i went through the whole interview process with a company that didn’t know me from a can of paint. it was 4 rounds of interviews over like 2 weeks and throughout the whole process, i knew the job was mine. i wanted hints in the interviews that they liked me, and that’s exactly what i got.

𐙚 ⋆ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏʏʏ

ties in with the jobs, i wanted more money and just freedom to buy/get anything i want. i always have enough, money always comes easy to me, and i always get paid early from my jobs. literally in one of them, we’re supposed to get paid on thursdays, all my coworkers get paid on thursday but i get paid on tuesday nights.

𐙚 ⋆ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴍ!

this one has been really important to me, before, me and my mom were close but i always felt there was something missing, on both ends. now, we’re closer than ever and are way more in sync. i love that we have inside jokes that get created effortlessly, she’s literally my bestfriend!

𐙚 ⋆ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴꜱʜɪᴘ

with trump in office and being a resident, i didn’t feel safe enough with just being a permanent resident so an opportunity came to me on how i could get my citizenship and now im getting a us passport soon :)

𐙚 ⋆ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ

few small everyday things like a lotion i wanted, hygiene products i never told anyone i wanted, getting my food paid for without asking even by coworkers i barely know, a new phone, coping skills/more patience, etc. omg also, doesn’t need a whole section but i wanted to include things not messing up if i tell people my plans, i changed my mindset with that bc im a yapper, if im excited about something, i want to tell people and i hated that anxiety that comes with that mindset so now i can tell people anything that’s coming up that im excited about without it being “messed up”.

ib: @solanasreality (i loved their post omggg)

[dross-the-fish]

Honestly, can't help but to draw some mild parallels with Elizabeth and the creature because of the 1818 version basically having her dad abandon give her away. Even though that's where parallels kinda seem to stop for me, I do honestly prefer that version, because the angst compels me and kinda sometimes end up thinking about it a lot.

Like,,, did Elizabeth ever think of him, did she even remember him, or is her father only a vague idea for her? Does she resent him for sending her away? Did she ever feel angry? Stay up at night thinking that maybe things could have been better if she didn't live with the Frankensteins…

Hell, does Elizabeth dad ever think of her, or did he ever write? Did he ever hear that she died? Did he really not, even once over the years, check up on her or did he just stop caring the moment she was out of his sight? 😢

Sorry, i just love her and will forever stand in the "Elizabeth deserved better club" 😭

AHHH FELLOW "ELIZABETH DESERVED BETTER" CLUB MEMBER!

Sorry, I have a LOT of feelings about Elizabeth and some potential parallels to the creature and the unfinished bride. Elizabeth is a character who has very little agency or power over her own fate.. Despite being young when she's abandoned she would be just old enough to be affected by it and I would be very surprised if she never stopped to wonder why she wasn't wanted. In the 1818 version in particular her father straight up gives her away because he wants to be re-married and doesn't want her in his and his new wife's life.

Despite what Victor may tell us about how much she was loved she was presented as a "gift" to Victor and basically groomed to be his wife. It's an instant and knee jerking objectification and Victor is so casual about it. Caroline, from the get go, is priming Elizabeth to be Victor's companion for life. When Caroline dies Elizabeth is immediately expected to fill the Caroline shaped hole in the family, taking on parental duties and being Alphonse's companion. She makes a lot of sacrifices, even suppressing her own emotions to make the rest of the family happy.

Her becoming a mother figure at a young age and putting herself second and every other family member first is not sweet or endearing of her. That's a symptom of parentification, which is a type of abuse. We already get hints that Alphonse can be overbearing from the way Victor talks about him but Elizabeth's behavior is also very telling that this "loving" household was anything but ideal. She is never allowed to leave the house without explicit permission from Alphonse and I can practically imagine that every outing had to be meticulously pitched and justified to the last detail before he would grudgingly allow it. There is a pervading sense that this household is controlling of it's children and Elizabeth had even less freedom than Victor.

She's self sacrificing, pure and a source of joy and comfort to everyone around her. But I always got the impression that was because she HAD to be. Because she's never been allowed to be anything else. I often wonder if she struggled with a fear of abandonment and an anxiety that love in her household was highly conditional because that is the impression I got from Victor whenever he spoke of his family.

So, how does she compare to the creature? Another being for whom love and acceptance was highly conditional but who failed to meet those conditions?

Their origins have some similarity. Both are abandoned by their fathers but one is perpetually alone while the other is treated like a treasured possession. Elizabeth is a bride to be, first and foremost and a companion and mother figure. She is not just a woman, she is all women and fills every feminine role for every member of the household. Wife, daughter and mother.

I can't help but feel like when Victor was creating the bride for The Creature he wasn't just making him a companion. He was gifting him his own Elizabeth.

Another creature that victor would abandon to a separate family unit who would be forced to sacrifice her own wants and needs for someone who thinks of her as belonging to him.

"Mine-mine to cherish and to love," -Victor about Elizabeth but it could also apply to how the Creature views his own bride. Victor destroying the bride feels almost like the breaking of a cycle of abuse.

In a lot of ways Elizabeth does parallel the Creature but she's also something of a foil to him. Beautiful where he is ugly, self sacrificing where he is vengeful and while he instantly condemns Justine as another fair face that would surely look upon him in revulsion, Elizabeth never doubts Justine is innocent and even tries to fight for her at the trial. I also feel like of all the characters in the book, Elizabeth might have been the one to see the humanity in the creature.

Unfortunately for everyone, by the time Adam reveals himself to her he's too far gone and nothing can save her. Adam destroys Victor's bride as repayment for his own and Elizabeth's fate is to be martyred. The depiction of a bride as little more than an object throughout the book is a stark one.

[writing-zelda-brainrots]

It’s time for me to yap more about Return by Death!Reader. I might do more later, but this is all the brainworms I have for now.

Wild and [Name] are kind of like mirror images of each other: both feeling like they failed when they were needed the most, both feeling like they can’t lose another friend, and a metric assload of self-esteem issues. Where Wild’s issues come from not remembering enough, [Name]’s come from remembering too much. Both of them have had to deal with the expectations that people placed onto them, with Wild having separated himself from his past (to the point where he literally regards his past “self” as a different person), and [Name] still learning to deal with everything.

If we’re going with the assumption that Satella/the Witch of Envy is still the one in control of RbD, then Wars would definitely relate to having a lovesick witch constantly watching you. That is to say, if he ever finds out about it. You might drop some hints that someone is very attached to you in a very much Not HealthyTM way. He doesn’t really like talking about Cia, but he will do so if he thinks that his experiences can help you with your problems. He still won’t go into detail, but it’s still enough to know that he cares and pays attention.

And, yes, I do think that Wars pays a lot of attention to their mental state. I mean, at this point how could he not? And being the nosey person he is (ahem, that time he stole Wild’s vai clothes), he does talk to the others about what they think is going on with [Name]. He’s slowly trying to piece things together, but he can’t really test his theory and asking you is a dead end, so his ideas are still kind of half-baked.

One thing that I left out of the original post (because I couldn’t find a way to organically fit it in there) was that [Name] is actually pretty scared of the Fierce Deity. They still don't even know that FD knows about RbD or that he wants to help them.

Their first ‘real encounter’ involved FD killing [Name] at the end of a failed timeline where everything had gone wrong. In FD’s defence, he did not yet know about RbD and it was really a mercy kill to put them out of their misery so they wouldn’t see what had happened to the rest of the group or face a brutal death at the hands of monsters. Also their body was basically already giving out due to prior wounds.

It was only in a later point in time, where Time was showing Wind his masks, did [Name] see the Deity's mask up close and realize what that thing they saw back then was.

I do think that FD would tell Time about RbD, but I personally think that they can’t communicate unless someone wears the mask. And because Time does not want to use it, that secret stays untold. Also there’s the chance that the curse will activate, even if [Name] is not even taking part in the conversation, so I do think that there’s a bit of hesitation there.

[markantonys]

the tanchico pictures seem to mostly just show off the ambience rather than reveal anything in particular about the storyline, so not much speculation from me this week! but a couple of things:

i really do strongly believe we will get Surprise Tuon in tanchico this season. i will be more surprised if we don't see her than if we do! every single major character is in their TSR book locations in s3..........EXCEPT mat and min, who have BOTH been transported into a western coastal city for a storyline neither has anything to do with in the books. there HAS to be a reason for moving them and only them into a different storyline & location, and i can't think of one except having them both meet the character their series endgame fates are tied to who might currently be found on the western coast near falme. plus, these pictures confirm that Tanchico Veil Fashion is being kept (as hinted in that shot of liandrin in the trailer), and that would tie in extremely neatly with tuon's whole veil motif when we first meet her - too neatly for it not to be connected, i say!

the nerdist article confirms that some tanchico stuff (exterior port scenes) was filmed in south africa, which wotseries had previously speculated but not confirmed. interior scenes were filmed at the prague studio. so, it's very possible that donal's seemingly-brief stint in south africa was only for tanchico scenes after all, and not for getting yeeted into rhuidean for cauthor CPR in 3x08. but it's also possible they could have had him do both; who knows how long he was truly filming there or how much of that time was taken up exclusively by tanchico exterior port scenes? either way, elayne and min and nynaeve all need to meet up with rand and aviendha and lan soon for romantic developments, so i'd still feel fairly confident in mat meeting up with rand for s4 even if no rhuidean-yeeting happens and he's still in tanchico with the girls at the end of s3. but i will not give up hope on cauthor CPR until and unless it is definitively disproven! narratively, i'd say the only character whose right to give mat CPR might outweigh rand's would be tuon, so if mat does receive CPR in tanchico, i would somewhat expect her to be the one administering it. (nynaeve, elayne, or min administering it would make sense logistically, but tuon would be the better choice narratively because it would set up a little ship-tease and give them a meaningful emotional beat early on, plus once mat and the audience have learned tuon's true identity (if they haven't already) the memory of this incident would tell them that she must have some kind of humanity and empathy underneath the seanchan high blood mask, if she went out of her way to save the life of a guy she barely knew, and therefore that it might be worth trying to look underneath the mask and see if there's a person there.)

finally, the big statue in that one picture. related to the choedan kal or some other kind of magical stuff, or just decor? we shall see! ooh, that made me think of the book tanchico plot of tracking down the male a'dam - if that's included in the show, then having tuon in tanchico and maybe even (disguised) semirhage accompanying her could be a nice easy way to get the male a'dam into semirhage's hands For Later. the books introduce tuon and semirhage together but then they basically have completely separate storylines for the rest of the series, so it could be super interesting for the show to keep them narratively joined for longer (and giving tuon a chance to find out onscreen that her truthspeaker is actually a forsaken and to reject and condemn her for it would show us firsthand that she opposes the shadow; selling the "enemy of my enemy is my friend" thing well is essential in making the overall seanchan storyline work, and giving tuon a brave and heroic moment of holding firm against a forsaken would be a great way to back up book!mat's claims that she's better than other seanchan and will make a good empress, though of course she'd have a lot of other work to do too to fully back up those claims!)

sorry to egeanin fans, but the more i think about it, the more i just don't think she should exist in showverse (at least not more than in a minor cameo-like role like bayle domon had in s2). if anyone is to get an "unlearning seanchan conditioning" storyline, it HAS to be tuon. that storyline is too important to leave in the hands of a secondary character, and tuon desperately needs a strong, impactful long-term growth arc if the audience is to accept her as a viable love interest for mat. not to say we couldn't see both characters in the show both experiencing this storyline, but the show tends to prefer to have one character do one storyline in a big way than to have multiple characters do similar storylines in smaller capacities (like just focusing on alanna for all things related to non-con bonding rather than also including myrelle). tuon befriending elayne and nynaeve would be soooo fascinating, and it would help her character immensely to be connected to more mains than just mat!

[diamondkat]

I want to talk about my favourite headcanon/theory which is Alastor's connection to Evil. I know we don't have confirmation that Roo is going to be a character so I will start with what we have on the show. Evil, as seen above, isn't just a concept but an actual physical being that the angels were trying to guard against.

Lucifer accidentally creates an avenue for Evil to get into the world when he gives the fruit to Eve. It gains access to Eve and through that access to all of humanity.

Alastor's power is filled with connections to Evil in a way that we haven't seen with other sinners so far. From his antlers that look like branches to the red and black of his power, it looks like an excellent match.

Obviously, by itself, this all looks like circumstantial evidence. However, I say that these are hints of what's to come based on things Vivzie has said and the past iterations of Alastor. Vivzie recently did this interview where she stated that Alastor's creation was inspired by Bambi and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. She also stated that he is her most consistent character even though is also the character that he has had the longest. This is actually the most important part of this theory.

Johnny the Homicidal Maniac is about Johnny, a homicidal maniac killing people to use their blood as paint on a wall that is meant to keep a world-ending evil from escaping. Those two weird creatures you see beside him in the image above are minions of the evil behind the wall who feed his mental illness with one of them trying to get him to commit suicide to free their master. At some point in the story, gets accidentally shot in the head. This frees the evil which wipes at the world but luckily God fixes it.

Obvious similarities between inspiration and creation can be seen in that they are both serial killers and both died by an accidental gunshot to the head. However, it doesn't stop there. If you look closely at Alastor's minion summons, they share some resemblance to the wierd creatures that torment Johnny. The main difference is that unlike Johnny, Alastor has control over them. This then leads to the possible similarity that I am trying to draw out. Another similarity I believe exists but we have not properly seen in canon is that just like Johnny's connection to the evil behind the wall, Alastor has a connection to Evil. The type of connection and level of connection will likely be revealed in future episode. However, just like the difference in relationships with minion, I think Alastor is able to personally use powers from Evil for himself.

The only thing that I can tell was pulled from Bambi is that he is a deer. However, there is something else to consider about the fact that Bambi is part of his creation story. I know a lot of people believe that Alastor was raised by his mother but the thing is Bambi's mother dies when he is a child. Bambi actually then taken in and raised by his father to be a prince of the forest. This would mean that canonically there is a chance that Alastor's mother died when he was a child and he was raised by his father but this is purely speculation as I have know way of knowing what was taken from Bambi other than the deer thing. This then leads us to one of the earliest iterations of Alastor. The Zoophobia Alastor which is where these traits first tried to merge.

Undead, powerful, and always smiling, Zoophobia Alastor was an evil, shapeshiting, cannibalistic deer. His mother was Malvada an evil Eldritch Deity. She was a Lovecraftian entity who primarily disguised herself in the form of a red and black deer whilst her main one was a gigantic formless mass. This means that in Zoophobia, main evil entity is literally Alastor's mother. What does this mean for canon Hazbin Hotel! Alastor? Personally, I know what I would like it to mean, but I actually do not know. It just proves to me that Alastor has always had a connection to Evil and he is going to have that connection in Hazbin Hotel as well.

I don't fully know what the connection is going to end up being in the show but it is there. I have put all I have at the moment together so that others can see it too. The threads are all there but I will likely have to wait for the show to explain it to make the full connection.

[esgaril]

I'm very much starting to think that the theme of this campaign is not really gods vs mortals, but it's about the efficiency of propaganda and slogans. because you are right, BH like to say empty phrases like "this can't go on" or "things need to change" but every time they do I'm thinking: "says who? and what exactly needs to change? can you point to the problematic part and tell me what would be a better solution that works for everyone?" they remind me of the terminally online leftists who want to bring on the glorious revolution but get pissy when you ask how people will get their insulin during all that fighting and destroying.

as much as BH are saying that they represent the common folk, I agree that outside of the Ruby Vanguard very few people really want the gods gone. not even the Ashari who are indifferent to them or the Kryn who worship an entirely different entity. pretty much everyone agrees that the gods are important part of Exandria's ecosystem. what BH is trying to force through is a wish of maybe 1% of the population of the planet. it's very bizarre. I always get the feeling that BH just agrees with the last charismatic / convincing person they've talked to and have yet to learn that having a forceful personality does not make someone right.

it's also true that there are plenty of things that need improvement, but those are on the mortal side. because even in the Vanguard the harm committed against the members came from other mortals, not from the gods themselves. they just got the blame. it's really interesting how the cruelty of mortals is treated by BH and the Vanguard as given and unchangable, so naturally the gods have to compensate for it or pay the price if they don't.

like Bor'Dor's parents get murdered by a mob, but the Wildmother (though she provided power to the parents till the very end) didn't kick down the Divine Gate to save them so she needs to die. not the members of the mob though who did the actual killing. or in case of Hearthdell it'd have been interesting to find out how much of the forceful presence was ordered by the Dawnfather and how much came from the priests themselves. because I think Matt was hinting at reforms being needed within the religious organizations. and that is a valid concern that's worth discussing and maybe even bringing up to the gods too. we never found out though, because for BH it was easier to get angry that the priests they were slaughtering on hallowed ground in the temple asked for help from their god and got it.

I wish the actual complexities and moral implications were examined more in the campaign, because I think there's a lot Matt was setting up but there was barely any following through from the party.

in addition to all of this I've come accross this post discussing why they like BH's solution and it made me realize one of the main differences between the two camps: one side looks at the story purely on meta levels, the other side wants actual in-world justifications for potentially fucking over millions of people. I think it's clear that I'm in the second group. of course we know the world and the people in it are not real, but in-world characters making this descision just for out-of-world narrative reasons break the immersion completely for me. if I wanted a pre-planned, perfectly balanced story I'd read a novel or watch a movie. that's not why I watch a game of chance, that's not why I'm invested in a role-playing game. and to op's point I think more people of c3-only watchers fall into the meta/out-of-world camp, while people who've seen at least one other campaign want more of an in-world justification because what we have so far is not very solid. ofc the divide is not exact, I'm sure there are plenty of exceptions on both sides, but I think it is easier to see each others' points if you consider this angle as well.

I think that Matt did too good of a job making the Vanguard seem reasonable, to the point that part of the fandom that started with C3 doesn’t realize how dickish they sound when they talk about the Gods needing to go.

I fully don’t subscribe to there needing to be a change in status quo in regards to the Gods, they built a wall and stay on their side of it unless some mortal is very insistent about getting their attention. This system has worked for not quite a thousand years, most of Exandria is cool with it.

The change needs to come from the mortal element, as that’s where the issues lay.

But because Ludinus has been having a temper tantrum for the last millennia, and recruiting people who need to be angry at someone (and the Gods are an easy target, particularly when they’ve by choice become very hands off), the target of that anger and need for change has overshot the actual issues and gone for the least problematic element.

And Matt set up his little cult so well, and gave us NPCs who believe that if only the Gods were gone all these other issues would be solved, that an audience who doesn’t have any exposure to the Gods outside of C3 have taken it at face value and decided that they’re the only ones who truly understand the story.

[youngpettyqueen]

I know the decision to have Julian's parents have him augmented was made on the fly but imo its pretty obvious from early on that Julian has Family Issues because he avoids talking about his family like the plague and I think they should've incorporated this into the Julian and Sisko dynamic right from early on because I think it would've made for some really compelling stories and moments and could've set up a REALLY interesting Julian and Jake dynamic which they kinda started to do but never fully went for

[savethepinecones]

idk i think the thing that amazes me the most about buck is that hes so full of love that even when hes feeling his insecurities about being too much or whatever he still puts his whole pussy into it

[peniscat]

i know that jesse armstrong is more than capable of knowing when to end a series but the way it was announced that season 4 is going to be the last one kind of made me feel like the whole process behind it is a bit sketchy. they only revealed that s4 is the last one only a month before the premiere, even after posting teaser trailers that never even hinted at the season being the last, and even the cast got the news only during the table read for the final episode. the promotion of season 4 has been disappointing especially when compared to season three. while the actors are not the ones writing the show, most of them have been very clear that they could have seen the show go on for another season and their disappointment over the show ending has been clear as day. while an ambiguous ending will be a very fitting end to succession and i am not against it, i am definitely wondering if the decision to finish with season 4 was something that developed during the filming process instead of it being a clear guideline throughout the creative process of season 4.

[myatlantispoets]

Ik i sound like such a stereotypical straight woman rn but. How do i ask my bf for flowers without asking my bf for flowers

[emmaspolaroid]

i will explode this man with my mind mark my fucking words