#and somehow it really works and makes sense

[lemonbbars]

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calvinkleinmodel!ellie x vsangel!reader

a/n: this is quite long for a headcannon thing ‘cause i really like calvinklein!ellie and wanted to make a full fic for her but am way too lazy. hope you still enjoy though!

warnings: kinda suggestive, mentions of sex but nothing graphic

ckmodel!ellie who causes her fans to lose their minds when she posts a picture of herself in the mirror infront of her bed, not noticing the lacy bralette of vsangel!reader’s new, unreleased signature set she had posted a picture in last night peeking out under her comforter.

ckmodel!ellie who is completely calm when the press somehow manages to take a photo of you two on ellie’s apartment balcony; her head tucked in the crook of your neck as her arms wrap around your waist from behind (hands suspiciously disappearing below the waistband of your pajama pants), essentially confirming the rumors of your relationship.

vsangel!reader who, as opposed to her now not-so-secret girlfriend, is hysteric when she sees the first article with the paparazzi photos. “ellie, what do we do??” you whisper shout at your phone. you’d locked yourself in the bathroom, managing to temporarily slink away from your photoshoot. you heard ellie chuckle from the other end of the line, frustration bubbling in your chest. “something funny?” you asked, tone cold and clipped. you heard ellie go quiet, no doubt sensing your annoyance. “i’m not laughing at you, ok? i just think you need to relax.” “relax? your hand is literally shoved down my fucking underwear!” you heard ellie chuckle again, thoroughly pissing you off. “ellie, i swear to god.” “hey, hey! babe! you-you can’t even see my hand in the photo! it’s too blurry!” you sighed heavily, lips forming into a pout as you held the phone speaker up to your mouth. “baby, listen to me, ok? everything’s gonna be fine. our pr teams’re probably covering it up right now.”

vsangel!reader and ckmodel!ellie who are on the front page of every single pop culture news article and magazine within the next hour. ellie was wrong. your pr teams were in fact not covering anything up.

vsangel!reader and ckmodel!ellie who are thoroughly surprised to learn that they’re marketing teams had decided to push the photos to a wider audience. something along the lines of ‘ all publicity is good publicity’. “is this why you were so chill when the photos were posted?” ellie just laughs kissing you in response. the truth was she had no idea, but had all but been waiting for the inevitable event in which the public found out about your relationship. now she could finally show you off.

ckmodel!ellie who starts coming to watch your shoots. she looks like she owns the place in the little director’s chair the had set up for her; legs spread wide as she leisurely leaned back in her chair, eyes dark and hungry as they watched you from across the room. you have no idea how long she’s been wanting to do this.

ckmodel!ellie who insists on trying out the freebies you get from work. “you gonna wear this one tonight?” ellie asks lowly, nodding to your current photoshoot getup. she’d pulled you away during the mid-shoot break, and now had you alone in the dressing room. you smirk, “excited are we?” she smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips that is all but innocent. you feel her kisses trail down your neck. “i can’t help it when you look this good.”

ckmodel!ellie who loves to see you with your wings on. says it’s your ‘true form’ cause she’s ’pretty sure you’re an actual angel’.

ckmodel!ellie watches the recordings of your shows on youtube after the show itself, muttering her praises and speaking her thoughts—most of which leave you beet red in embarrassment.

ckmodel!ellie whose fans—which of course included you—go absolutely feral when her calvin klein ad video is released. you, as well as probably every girl on the planet are unable to tear your eyes away from the screen. one scene in particular has her up against a wall in nothing but a spots bra and a pair of jeans sat low on her waist, allowing a full view of her strong arms and perfectly sculpted abs, harsh lighting highlighting the definition further. a million girls wish they, but you’re the only one who actually gets it.

ckmodel!ellie who sends you a text right after you watch the video, knowing you well enough that she’s certain you’ve already seen it. you click on the message, your manicured nail tapping against your screen. bright light illuminated your face as you read the it; ‘here’s the uncut version’. your eyes quickly made their way to the video file below the message labeled ‘for your eyes only.’ well, now you knew what you were doing tonight.

[sillyswriting]

: ̗̀➛ he does like me, i guess

ㅤㅤ     ㅤ  ₊✩ˎˊ˗ clark kent x reader

synopsis : Monday morning was a bit awkward at the Daily Planet. Especially with coworkers like yours. small blurb following but he doesn't like me, does he?, based on this ask.

cw : none, chubby reader. (david!clark kent) words : 2.4k

ㅤㅤ     ㅤ  masterlist ⋆ ao3

Monday was a bit weird, to say the least.

Clark had spent the weekend at your place, mostly lingering in your bed or curled up on the couch. It had been one of the best weekends of your life. You hadn’t wanted it to end, you could’ve stayed in his arms forever. But alas, Monday morning meant work.

Of course, being the nervous wreck you were, you had brought up the conversation. Where was this going? You didn’t want to rush things, and neither did he, so you agreed to keep things low-key : act normal at work, keep it quiet around friends and coworkers for now, and continue your little dinner dates. Because that’s what they were now, right? Dates?

You still remembered how flustered you'd been when Clark casually mentioned they had always been dates, for him, at least. Since the very first night. He just hadn’t wanted to overwhelm you by putting labels on anything. This man was, somehow, both the most thoughtful and the most clueless person you'd ever met. But you liked him for that.

Another thing that made you realize Clark was serious about you? How easily he let you in on his little secret. Well, technically, he’d been the one to blurt out too much in the first place. But could you really blame him? He’d been more than a little pussy-drunk on the girl he’d been in love with for months, of course he’d slipped up.

It had made so much sense in your head. The familiar feeling you always got around Superman, the same warm presence, the same knowing smirk that mirrored Clark’s perfectly, the gentle, steady aura both men seemed to radiate. It had been a shock at first, sure, but looking back now, you felt a little ridiculous for not figuring it out sooner.

Clark had laughed when you told him that, reassuring you with that soft, dorky grin of his. He explained that Mr. Terrific had made him special glasses, something that subtly interfered with how people perceived him, making the connection harder to recognize. It wasn’t that you were oblivious. Clark just had... very talented friends.

After the shock, you had gone on for almost an hour about the N line being destroyed, still feeling very petty about having to walk to work every day. Clark had been endlessly apologetic, insisting he didn’t know you took that line. But then, of course, he had to go and ruin the moment by pointing out how grateful you should be. According to him, if the N line hadn’t been destroyed, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have ended up in your bed.

Annoyingly, he had a point.

And anyway... he’d made very good apologies, for hours.

It was so easy with Clark, everything just came naturally. Almost like you were meant to be. Walking to work beside him, his hand wrapped gently around yours, made your heart race all over again. And now, knowing he could hear it? That made it skip yet another beat. The way Clark laughed at the sound let you know he was always listening.

As you approached the Daily Planet, you let go of his hand with a small kiss to his cheek. You’d agreed to keep things discreet—just like always, you would arrive a few minutes before him, while he strolled in fashionably late with everyone’s coffee. Just another normal Monday morning at the Planet.

But before you could step away, he caught your arm, pulling you back into him, just long enough to press his warm, soft lips to yours.

Biting your lip, you let out a small giggle as you walked away from him, casting a glance over your shoulder, just in time to catch the flush creeping up his ears. It was good to know you weren’t the only one feeling all giddy.

In the elevator on your way up to the office, you forced your smitten smile away, shaking your head in an attempt to clear all the sweet and passionate flashbacks from the weekend. Thank God you were alone, you were not ready to face your coworkers with that look still on your face.

When the doors slid open, you slipped back into your usual routine. You greeted everyone already in, chatted briefly with Lois and Cat, then made your way to your desk. Just another Monday.

Or at least, it was supposed to be.

As you started working, you felt Jimmy’s eyes burning into you, silent, insistent, demanding your attention.

“What, Jimmy?” you said bluntly, not even looking up from your screen.

“Had a good weekend?” he asked casually. You couldn’t see it, but you could hear the smirk in his voice, and that was somehow worse.

Turning in your chair, you looked at him. He was wearing his signature eat shit grin, a pencil lodged between his teeth, eyes locked on yours with far too much amusement. Sometimes, you actually hated him.

“Yeah, nothing much happened,” you said casually, turning back to your screen as you focused on prepping for the morning meeting. “What about you? How was the headache?”

Jimmy leaned forward, resting his elbows dramatically on the edge of your desk, the pencil now tucked behind his ear. “Headache’s gone. Thanks for asking. Amazing what a little rest, hydration, and not staying up all night doing the nasty can do.”

You blinked at him slowly. “Wow. Subtle.”

“I try,” he said, grinning wider. “It’s a gift.”

You shot him a flat look. “You’re fishing, I'm not a future article Jimmy.”

“I’m observing,” he corrected, holding up a finger. “There’s a difference. You came in this morning looking like you had just had the best night of your life. Straight out of a Nancy Meyers movie.”

“That’s your professional opinion?” you said, biting your cheek to keep from smiling. He was right, of course, but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction. “Surprised you even know Nancy Meyers,” you added, arching a brow. “Maybe I did have the best nights of my life. Or maybe,” you smirked, “it was just a very restful weekend. Drop it.”

Jimmy gave an exaggerated gasp. “Did you just throw shade at my cinematic literacy? Ma’am, I’ll have you know I cried during The Holiday.”

You snorted, unable to hold back the laugh this time.

Behind you, a chorus of giggles broke out. You glanced over your shoulder to see Lois and Cat watching the exchange like it was prime-time TV, whispering to each other with far too much interest.

Great.

You shot them a warning look. Lois just raised her brows innocently. Cat winked. You turned back to your screen, sighing. “I need better coworkers.”

Jimmy was already walking away, victorious. “You love us. Especially the tall, gentle suit-wearing ones.” You shook your head, but the smile lingered.

That was, of course, the exact moment Clark chose to walk into the office, offering his usual warm greetings to everyone. Behind you, Jimmy scoffed, trying, and failing, not to laugh.

“He has perfect timing,” he muttered, raising his eyebrows and letting out another little chuckle.

What was it with him?

It wasn’t like you were acting any differently than usual. No one even knew Clark had walked you home on Friday night. Well, Steve did. But you doubted he’d told anyone. Why would he? Steve didn’t know about your little crush on Clark. Admittedly, Jimmy didn’t either.

But… Jimmy was Jimmy. He loved to tease you, and once he picked up on something that got a reaction, he clung to it like a dog with a chew toy. Still, this felt different. Not just teasing. Almost... knowing. Which was impossible.

Right?

For the next hour, focusing on your presentation for the morning meeting was a losing battle. It was nearly finished, but a few sections still needed editing, and you couldn’t afford to mess this up. The piece was about the ongoing Lex Luthor drama, Perry had handed you the next feature on him, and he wanted a clear update on your research.

You sipped your iced latte, hoping the caffeine would help.

Unfortunately, it only reminded you of the man who’d brought it to you this morning. The warmth of his hands on your skin, his lips trailing down your neck, his length in—

“Meeting room. Now,” Perry barked as he swept through the bullpen.

You nearly choked. Feeling heat rushing to your cheeks, ears and neck. 

Right. Lex Luthor. Journalism. Focus.

As you got up, Clark gave you a curious look. Oh. Right. Your heart was pounding like a drum.

You passed by him, brushing it off with a quiet, breathless, “Stress of the meeting.”

It was barely a whisper, but you knew he heard it. His lips curled just slightly at the corners. Not quite a smile. Not quite a smirk. Just enough to let you know he wasn’t buying it, but he wasn’t calling you out either.

Classic Clark.

The presentation went smoothly. You made sure to take in all of Perry’s notes, as well as your colleagues’ input. Brainstorming with them was always surprisingly stimulating. In moments like this, all the laughter and teasing disappeared, everyone was focused, sharp, completely professional.

Even Jimmy.

He mentioned he had a contact who might be able to get information straight from LuthorCorp. Weird. Unexpected. But you weren’t about to question it, or turn it down. It was complicated enough to get information of Lex Luthor, you'd take all the help you could get. 

Back at your desk, your brain kicked into high gear.

Phone calls were made. Emails were sent. Your article grew stronger with each passing hour, sharper, more precise, more damning. You were in the zone.

You didn’t hear anyone talking. Jimmy’s passing jokes barely registered. You didn’t notice Lois and Cat exchanging glances in your direction. You didn’t even flinch when another coffee appeared on your desk—this time with lunch beside it.

You just kept working. Totally locked in. Totally unaware.

Eventually, the smell of food broke through your concentration. You glanced down and spotted a familiar takeout bag, from the little restaurant you and Clark went to every week. You smiled without meaning to.

Without missing a beat, you dug in, still typing away, fingers flying across the keyboard. You didn’t forget to shoot him a quick text: Thank you :)

His reply came seconds later: a single red heart emoji. Simple. Direct. Cute. 

You felt your cheeks flush, and unfortunately, that was all the invitation Jimmy needed. He glanced over, narrowed his eyes, and pushed his chair closer with a loud scrape, planting himself squarely in your peripheral vision.

You tried to ignore him. It worked for about three seconds.

“What?” you sighed, fingers never pausing on the keys.

“For someone trying to be discreet, you’re doing a pretty shitty job,” Jimmy said, nodding toward the untouched latte and lunch on your desk.

You frowned, trying to play innocent, confused, even. You knew exactly what he meant, but maybe he didn’t? That was the moment you realized how stupid it was to try and hide things from the best reporters in the city.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, sounding dumb.

Jimmy scoffed, shaking his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. He was gently mocking you. “Well, I don’t know...” He paused for effect. “You came in this morning all happy and bright-eyed, when we all know you hate Mondays. So yeah, you had a damn good weekend. Steve told us you and Clark left together after our little pub adventure—”

“He walked me home, that’s all,” you cut in.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “Then Clark strolls in this morning looking like he just won a million bucks—”

“He’s always happy,” you shot back quickly.

Jimmy grinned wider. “And you just happened to get lunch from the same place Clark’s eating from right now.”

“You said it yourself, Jimmy, he’s thoughtful.”

Jimmy laughed, then leaned in close, dropping his voice to a whisper in your ear: “And you’re full of shit.” Before you could respond, he stood up and strolled away, leaving you smirking in his wake.

Just then, Jimmy stopped in the middle of the bullpen, a spark lighting up behind his eyes. Oh no. This couldn’t be good.

“You know,” he started, his grin growing wider by the second, “you should really try paying more attention to what’s going on around you if you’re going to hide something.”

You frowned, looking around, your brain racing through everything that had happened today. You’d barely interacted with Clark, not even looked his way like you usually did. You’d been so focused on your work. What was he talking about?

“Cat saw you kiss this morning,” he finally said, voice dripping with amusement, “just a block away from the Daily.” Lois and Cat were trying so hard not to laugh.

Oh no. 

You could tell Jimmy wasn’t done yet. How much worse could this get?

“And maybe…” he added, his smirk bigger than ever. “Next time you have a huge presentation to deliver, don’t do it with a hickey peeking out from your top. Or just… keep your hair down.”

The color drained from your face as the room seemed to close in. Your hand shot up to your neck.

You’d noticed the hickey earlier that morning, but your top was supposed to cover it. So was your hair. It had slipped your mind, as it was bothering you so you had simply put it up. 

You were livid, blushing, wide-eyed, caught off guard, as the three of them burst into gentle laughter.

“What are you all laughing at?” Clark asked, genuinely curious as he walked back into the bullpen, holding a fresh stack of papers.

The timing was too perfect. Laughter erupted instantly, Lois, Cat, and Jimmy all doubling over, and you?

You sat frozen at your desk, slowly sliding down in your chair, face buried in your hands.

Clark looked between everyone, then at you, clearly confused, but that soft smile was creeping in. He didn’t know what was going on yet, but he definitely knew you were involved. And he was probably already putting it together, with the knowing looks the trio was sending his way. 

So much for keeping it lowkey. 

©sillyswriting 2025

i physically can't let this team go? i love them so much...

[fairestwriting]

idk if you've done a prompt like thus so ignore it if you have but idia shroud x s/o who he was online dating and meets up w/ at a con?

Is that too specific?

not too specific dw!! i've done a Kinda similar scenario post before but it was a few years ago, so i thought i might as well do an updated hc version..

𐙚 Idia Shroud

He stares at your message on his screen in shock, asking if he wanted to meet up at the con you two were planning on going to. He did want to ask you to meet up, pretty much as soon as you mentioned you were going to that exact convention, but the thought of bringing it up was just too nervewracking for him.

The time it takes for him to answer might feel worrying. You might wonder if he didn't like the idea. It was pretty sudden, and it'd be a pretty big jump from the video calls that already made him quite nervous...

...And that's the reason he eventually gets it together (barely) and rushes to type a reply confirming that yes, he'll be there. It's soon followed up with a joke about how you have to promise you won't be too disappointed, which is really just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to all the anxiety-ridden scenarios running through his head.

One could truly only imagine the places Idia's mind goes to over the days preceding your meeting. He still sounds pretty much the same over text, but you know him at this point. He'll find a way to worry about things that might not even make sense to himself later on. Mainly he wonders if it'll just turn out to be an elaborate prank, and he'll end up looking like an idiot.

Soon the day of the con comes, and even though he's spent the entire night vaguely considering to make up some excuse, just because he's so nervous, Idia bites the bullet and makes his way to the spot you planned to meet at. He shoves his shaky hands in his pockets and takes a deep breath. If you were just pranking him, he might as well get it over with quickly—

When your face comes into view, it's like the crowds of con goers around you disappear. The way your eyes light up when you notice him replays in his mind over and over. "Uhm, hey... I hope you remember you promised to... n-not be disappointed." He eventually manages to say, smiling awkwardly.

It's hard to hear anyone over the noise of the con, yet somehow Idia never misses any of your words. He'd pinch himself if he wasn't too aware that it'd make him look crazy. You eventually start walking around together, talking about your favorite games, and the awkwardness slowly melts into the usual cozy silliness of your calls.

His nervousness never fully leaves, it is the first time you’re seeing each other in person after all. But he’d wanted to spend time with you like that for so long, most of it starts to just fade to make room for all the excitement and fondness. Ah, and you look even cuter than you do through a screen, he dreamily sighs in his mind… only to realize he didn’t do that in his mind at all, and now you’re both blushing. So much that the flames of hair surrounding his face turn pink at the tips, and you can’t help but giggle at how endearing he is.

You keep walking and talking, looking at anything that interests either of you. And to his surprise, and maybe yours too, it really doesn’t feel too different from the time you spent talking to — and loving — each other over the internet. It’s just a warmer version if it. At one point your hands brush together, and even though he’s still a bit nervous, he reaches for yours first, lacing your fingers with a smile equally as bright as the blush on his face… and after that, it’s just a regular date. The first of many, he hopes, already imagining all sorts of others. He knows he’ll be nervous to ask to meet up again, but after having you this close to him for the first time, he just can’t let it be a one time thing.

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[vampyrixdarling]

KISSING LESSONS┆Chance x GN! Reader

— After being given a romance novel from one of Chance’s family members, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to experience your first kiss. Your childhood best friend offers to teach you. Kissing your best friend has never hurt anyone, right?

C.W: Itrapped mentions. Also not proofread. Possibly out of character towards the end but I tried my best.

Word count: 3.5k

Note: I would've wrote more but lowkey I just wanted to get this out there plus I was running out of motivation (that's why the making out scene was scrapped... maybe another day),, this is self indulgent and also my first time writing a kiss scene so enjoy <3 Also how are we enjoying the new display?

Cool. Calm. Easygoing. 

Spoiled. Cocky. Arrogant. 

But nonetheless, a charming young robloxian who could smooth-talk his way out of quite a few things if he tried. 

At least, that’s how people would describe Chance.

Growing up, you had always known Chance as this cocky, overconfident person who lived life for the thrill. Since birth, their every need was met immediately, given that they were born into an extremely rich family. Your parents had been good friends with his family, so it only made sense that you two would eventually become close. And after a long while of hanging out and constantly being around each other due to events and such, you two did actually become close. 

His parents owned a casino that he was never allowed to gamble in, despite him showing clear interest in the games and how everything worked. And also the fact that he wasn’t allowed in. But when he finally turned the legal age, you were there to celebrate his first win. And ever since then, you discovered something new about him: he really didn’t know when to stop gambling. 

As a child, you were, to put it bluntly, a shy and nervous person. You always have been. That was one of the things that set you and Chance apart. He was friendly and outgoing, while you leaned more towards the introverted side of things. But he didn’t mind that. Despite you being reserved and a little awkward, he somehow found ways to bring you out of your shell. 

Honestly? He found it amusing every time you’d fiddle with your fingers, pick or bite at your nails, avoid eye contact, and your absolute refusal to talk first. But that wasn’t a problem for him. He’d take the lead in most of your conversations at the start, rambling on and on about nothing as you’d sit beside them on a park bench, your hands gripping the worn-out wood and your eyes trained on your shoes. But… It wasn't so bad. You enjoyed hanging out with Chance.They were your first real friend. Your only friend, aside from a select few. And being best friends meant doing best friend activities.

You’d force them to make friendship bracelets with you. Your bracelet had a letter C charm on it, while theirs had your initial. You’d have sleepovers at their house and hide in blanket forts you two would spend all day making, eyes on the screen of your laptop in front of you two and hands reaching for the bowl of popcorn in between the two of you. None of you said anything when your hands touched. 

During your decades of friendship, he was with you during all of your highs and lows, all of your important milestones. He celebrated with you when you got your driver's license, celebrated with you when you finally graduated from university and were able to afford your own apartment (even taking you out to this ridiculously fancy restaurant that made you remember how much you missed foods that weren’t instant noodles and other disgusting abominations that would belong in a Uni struggle meal TikTok slideshow. He paid for it all despite your insistence, by the way). You were honestly quite grateful that your friendship lasted all the way to adulthood. 

Your social anxiety never proved to be that much of a problem when you were around Chance. Of course it’s gotten better since childhood, but it was still present in your life. You could recall a few instances where Chance would take the lead in things you weren’t too comfortable with; such as talking to cashiers, politely telling waiters and waitresses that they made your food wrong if you weren’t happy with it, all you had to do was look at them the same way you always did when you got a little too overwhelmed and they wouldn’t hesitate to do the talking. You could also recall instances where he’d subtly encourage you to try talking on your own. Chance’s plan started with cashiers. flashing you a smile or giving you a thumbs up while he stood a safe distance away; far enough for you to be independent but close enough to swoop in if things got too much for you. 

Of course, you had your fair share of quarrels, but you two normally managed to get over it with apologies from the both of you and promises to do better. That’s what you liked about your friendship; you’re always able to move past it. You’re always able to have the hard conversations. 

You’ve talked to Chance about things you could never say to anybody else, and so did he. You couldn’t recall just how many times you two have slept on call together, with just the presence of each other being enough to soothe you. Needless to say, you were great friends. And that never changed. 

Even when he introduced you to somebody he met at his Casino. 

“He’s a really great guy,” he enthused. “You’ll love him!” 

You had a bad feeling ever since you first met ITrapped. He was a tall Robloxian with long yellow hair that matched his skin that had a faint blue hue. His long hair looked shiny and soft - you had to hold yourself back from asking him about his routine - and was styled into a braid that hung on his right shoulder, and the bangs that framed his face were pushed messily to the sides. Atop his head sat an ice crown, and he wore blue earrings. His clothing consisted of a victorian-like fashion; a dark blue vest with a white dress shirt underneath, along with dark green pants. Over all of it was a dark blue cape lined in a thick layer of white fur. 

Everything about him seemed stunning, yet calculated. But something seemed off about him. Something about him seemed too good to be true. Maybe it was how snobby he appeared; like he thought he was somehow superior to his peers and those around him. Or maybe it was that smile that never seemed to reach his eyes; those cold, blue eyes that seemed to stare into the darkest depths of your soul. 

Regardless of the reasoning, he left a rather sour taste in your mouth. But you decided to be the bigger person and put your feelings aside rather fast after seeing Chance’s eyes dart between the two of you. They must’ve been waiting for one of you to break the silence; to introduce each other, shake hands, anything. 

And so you two did. Not fully by choice, but rather the unwillingness to dishearten Chance. At least, that much was true to you. 

From that day forward, iTrapped began to hang out with you two a lot more, and the tension between you and him began to get more noticeable. Not by Chance, though. 

You didn’t fully understand why you felt this way for him - or really what you felt. Was this jealousy? Insecurity? No matter what this feeling was, you knew one thing for certain. You didn’t trust him, not one bit. You tried to tell yourself that you weren’t jealous; that Chance was allowed to be friends with anyone he wanted. He was allowed to date or hang out with anybody he pleased, it would just be ugly and possessive of you to argue with that. But no matter how hard or how much you attempted to argue with yourself, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to ITrapped than what meets the eye. Part of your gut was telling you that your best friend was being taken advantage of, the other was screaming... something. ITrapped always knew just what to tell Chance, always knew how to sprinkle in passive aggressive remarks that you could tell left an impact on Chance. You even found yourself comforting Chance after a few of those incidents. 

But they stayed. You didn’t know why. You didn’t know why even after everything, Chance still found it in their heart to forgive ITrapped; to open their arms once more and laugh with his other ‘best friend’ once more. You wished you had enough guts to bite back at ITrapped, but you had a gut feeling that Chance wouldn’t like that. But you also trusted Chance. He wasn’t stupid; he knows when people are trying to con them. So maybe you should trust them on this...

So you stayed silent. You wished you knew why.

Needless to say, you two didn’t like each other. One could even say you had a little bit of a rivalry between the two of you. Which is why you felt a tad bit guilty for feeling so relieved that he wouldn’t be hanging out with you two this time. 

You two were in Chance’s room in silence, each of you doing their own thing. You were on their bed, huddled up in one of their spare blankets with an open book in your hands. It was a romance novel. Romance was never your favourite genre, much less your go-to, but one of Chance’s family members bought you it on your birthday and you didn’t have the heart to correct her. Why did she make such a purchase for you? She may or may not have overheard a conversation between you and Chance where you had admitted you liked to read, and she may or may not have practically cornered you in his kitchen later that day and asked you about it. It started innocently enough; novels or comics? What authors? Series or not? 

That was until she reached the dreaded question, “What’s your favourite genre?” Fuck me, you thought to yourself. Not only was it totally nerve-wracking to talk to one of Chance’s family members alone in the kitchen late at night, but she was asking you about your interests. When’s the last time somebody ever asked you that? 

So you may or may not have stuttered; may or may not have panicked a little bit. May or may not have said the first thing that came to your mind. 

“Oh, uhm, uh... Romance.”

I’m going to kill myself.

She seemed to beam at that. She smiled ear to ear, nodding. She finally let you go, waving you off as you made your way to one of the guest rooms. You chalked the strange encounter up to her just trying to be nice and show interest in what you like. You know, with you practically already being part of the family. Thinking nothing else of the situation, you assumed that she’d forget about it and it wouldn’t be brought up ever again.

She’s been giving you those kinds of books ever since. At least you’re reading one of them now, you suppose. Better late than never. And this particular book was expensive...

You flipped the page silently, your focus solely on the novel and occasionally the tea that sat on a coaster on Chance’s nightstand. His bed was comfortable as you lay on your back, your eyes flickering between the words on the paper, their ceiling fan which also had a light, and Chance who was currently playing video games not too far away from you. You were, admittedly, a little tired; occasionally letting out quiet yawns and eventually grabbing your bookmark in the novel and closing it, putting the book back on the nightstand.

The room was dead silent, aside from the TV. The silence wasn’t awkward in the slightest; it never was. It was nice how you and Chance could just coexist in the same room - how there didn’t even need to be any talking between you two. Just your presence was enough for each other, and you really valued that. 

But the silence had to break eventually. Chance soon set the controller down, standing up and walking towards the bed. The TV screen was still on, displaying the menu screen. The mattress sank on the other end for a few moments before Chance fully laid down, his shoulder accidentally brushing against yours. Your face heated up, a light blush spreading across your cheeks as they got comfortable beside you. 

“So? Decided you had enough of reading?” They asked you, their tone low and gentle; it always got that way when you two were alone. You glanced at him and hummed in confirmation. “It’s good so far. A little irritating at times, but other scenes and some of the comedy bits make up for it.” You explained. They tilted their head slightly. 

“Yeah? Irritating how?” Chance questioned, taking one headphone off of his ear. You shrugged, your focus on the ceiling as you tried to find the words. “The author keeps, like, adding scenes where you think the main character is going to kiss the love interest, but they never do. Ever. It’s kind of annoying, actually.” He nodded, staying silent and allowing for you to continue. “The first few times it happened, I could understand it. Most people love a good slow burn. But it- um... Gets to a point, you know? Like, I’m over halfway through this novel, the main character has so many other good love interests, and I’m honestly losing hope that they’ll ever kiss.” 

They nodded, snickering. That got your attention, and you looked at him quizzically. “What’s so funny?” You asked, your brows furrowing in playful frustration. He grinned, lifting his hands in a defensive manner. “Nothing, nothing! You just... Don’t really strike me as the kind of person to read that kind of stuff.” “I wasn’t, until your lovely relative - bless her heart - practically forced an answer out of me when it came to what my favourite genre was.” You explained, cracking a smile. You yawned once again, your eyelids lowering just a bit. 

“Tired, huh?” Chance asked. You nodded. They seemed to understand, and you two laid together in silence. 

“...So, uh... Have you ever kissed anyone before?” That question was enough to catch Chance off guard. Their eyes darted to yours, and your gaze was locked on each other. He seemed genuinely surprised, and a little red in the face. Nonetheless, he coughed into his hand and broke eye contact, opting to look towards the TV instead. “Wow,” they eventually said. “That was forward. Where’d that come from?” 

You shrugged.  “I don’t know. I’m just... curious, I guess.” 

Chance stayed silent for a few moments, processing the question before eventually coming up with an answer. “...Maybe a few times, yeah. But it, uhm, wasn’t really anything serious. You know?” He confirmed. 

“What about you? Have you ever kissed anyone?” They asked. Your mouth opened as if to say something, only for nothing to come out. You were silent for a few moments as you tried to come up with an excuse that did not make you sound like a total bitchless loser. But unfortunately, you found none. Looks like you have to bite the bullet. 

“Mmm... No. I, uh, haven’t.” You sheepishly admitted, nervously taking your gaze off of him. 

He looked genuinely surprised at that. “Wait, seriously? Never?” They asked. You shook your head once more. 

“Never.”

“...Wow.” You playfully punched his upper arm, causing him to wince and rub at it. “Jerk.” You scoffed. Chance was quick to go red in the face, shaking his head in an effort to defend themself. “Ow-! No! I mean- I’m just surprised, that's all! I didn’t mean it like I was making fun of you. I’m not.” You knew they were telling the truth, but you couldn’t deny that you found the slightest bit of enjoyment watching them try not to fumble over their words while attempting to explain themself. 

You smiled, rolling your eyes. “I know,” you assured him. “But still... What do you mean ‘surprised?’” 

“You know. You’re just... really pretty. And thoughtful, and kind... it’s a miracle nobody’s tried yet.” He confessed. “If you’re up for it, I guess I could... teach you how.” their offer almost made you short circuit. You had a pretty good feeling that they were really nervous as well, judging by their hesitance to make eye contact with you. They seemed to notice your hesitance, as they were quick to add onto his sentence. 

“Of course, we don't have to. The last thing I want is to make you feel uncomfortable, or pressure you into doing something you don’t want to. It’s just that... We’re best friends. It’s the least I can do for you. It’s totally cool if you, uh, don’t want to, though.” They assured you.

Wait, was he being serious?

...ITrapped wasn’t here to ruin the moment, and you weren’t sure if this opportunity would seek you out again, so why not?

--

Your heart raced as they leaned in, lips parting like a question - or most likely an invitation. An invitation to succumb to your deepest desires; to give into temptation and walk the thin line you’ve both been dancing on ever since you’ve started feeling that loving ache in your chest. Or maybe it was more than that. Maybe it was more complex than that. The closer he got to your face, the more his eyes closed. You didn’t even fully remember tilting your head ever so subtly, leaning into their addicting touch that sent a spark igniting in your warm chest. 

“Do you want this? Are you sure?” They whispered, their eyes glancing at your lips as if trying to memorize them, and then back at your eyes. Those same eyes that they swore they could get lost in. 

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please.”

And so they broke the distance, their lips brushed against yours ever so softly; like they wanted to savour every moment that they had with you. Your hand brushed against his, and it wasn’t long before your fingers interlocked. You could feel their hot breath against you, and you couldn't stop yourself from resting a hand on the back of his head, their soft hair between your fingers.

His lips felt soft and warm as they locked with yours, the lingering taste of those chocolate Pocky Sticks evident on his breath. Those were one of their favourite snacks.

It wasn’t rushed. It was passionate. He took his time with you, constantly checking in on you to make sure you were okay; that you were comfortable. 

The room was silent, aside from the noises that came from you two every time one of you even slightly pulled away, only to go right back to where you left off. It was... peaceful. Passionate. Nerve-wracking. 

You weren’t sure what you were supposed to be doing; with your hands, with your breathing. But it wasn’t long before Chance gently grabbed your free hand, giving it a subtle yet reassuring squeeze. Then he whispered something to you under his breath. 

“It’s okay, relax. You’re doing fine. Just follow my lead, okay?” 

Even just the touch of his hands made you feel like you were going to short-circuit. You wanted to open your eyes. You wanted to bear witness to Chance; you wanted to see him at his most vulnerable. Sure, you’d seen him cry many times, but this just felt like pure intimacy. The kind of intimacy you were only capable of dreaming of prior to this. 

Every move, every touch, every breath filled you with euphoria. They were so gentle with you; as if one wrong move would leave you broken or shattered. Their hands travelled to different spots of you, and your hands did the same. Every touch and every whisper sent waves of shock throughout your body.

Though every good moment must end eventually. 

When they pulled away at last, their cheeks were a dark - yet beautiful- shade of red. “...Oh weasel diesel.” Their breaths came in rushed and heavy, staring at you as if you were a divine being blessing them with this opportunity. Truthfully, it should’ve been the other way around. But could you really blame them when they love you so much?  

Though admittedly, you weren’t any better. Your heart felt like it was beating a thousand miles a minute, your face felt like it was going to melt off, and you hid your face in your hands. This earned a smile from Chance, and a light chuckle soon afterwards.

“You did... good. That was good.” He praised. “And for your first time, too. Quick learner when faced with a professional, huh?” He joked. You rolled your eyes at him. It felt like his lips were still there - or maybe that was just you trying to not let go of the feeling. It was really hard to tell. “Yeah, a ‘professional.’” You teased. “You know, since you’re so confident, why don’t you teach me some more? You know, since you’re so experienced.”

Holy fuck what possessed you to say that? 

Was it years of their arrogance rubbing off on you? Years of them helping you grow bolder and less ashamed of every word you said? Or maybe it was your longing for more - the inappropriate yet thrilling intimacy being shared between you two?

...Yeah, that seemed right.

His eyes widened, and for once they almost seemed to be at a loss for words. Ironic, really, considering how he’d always act. But he was kind of cute like this, was he not?

“Oh! Uh.. Yeah, sure. Definitely. If you want to” He scratched the back of his head nervously.

Glorious (inside joke) image by Batterizzz on TikTok

[dcxdpdabbles]

Demon and Angel Brat was the first I heard of and read your work. Even with working my way down the list, I think it's still my favorite.

What if the BatFam was not wrong about Danny, though?

If the BatFam were not wrong about Danny, then it would go like this:

Danny is in the middle of explaining the hilarious prank that Damian and he managed to pull when he suddenly collapsed. His chin slammed against the floor, making his neck bounce back a little bit.

The taste of copper fills his mouth, from where his tongue got caught between his teeth on the way down. A dull ache starts up in his chest area, having also taken some damage from his fall. For a second, he's not sure how he wound up on the ground like this.

There are shouts around him as he tries to make sense of the new change of location. He wiggles around, pushing himself up on his arms, and realizes that his legs are not weighing him down.

Had he really gone intangible mid-sentence again? How embarrassing. Danny hadn't done that since he accidentally lost his powers to Desiree.

"Daniel!" Damian shouts, scrambling to his side. He clutches his shoulders in a frantic grab, but Danny waves him away.

"It's fine. They'll come back. This happens a lot-"

"Daniel! You're dissolving," Damian cuts him off, sounding choked with tears and panic. Danny blinks at him, then glances down to his legs where he finds- oh.

His legs haven't gone intangible or invisible. They were instead breaking apart into little specks of light. The same kind of thing that appeared around Clockwork whenever the ghost used his time staff.

That means this was Time's doing.

"If we do that, there is a chance that Time will try to force his existence out. It could…. erase Daniel completely." Dick had said, but at the time, Danny had been so sure he wasn't in any real danger. Or maybe Danny had been with the Waynes before the Flash had gone back and changed the timeline, and the Fentons had been Clockwork's way to correct it?

Damian and Danny had broken the safety net Clockwork had placed under him, and now he was falling to his death.

"Danny! Hold on, just hold on. " Dick begs, typing on his phone, likely calling for a speedster.

"Kon! Help!" Tim cries next, head through the window, and sounds like his world is ending. There is a boom in the distance, likely from Superboy, racing over as fast as he could. But Danny doubts neither Kon nor Wally will make it in time.

He gasps as his insides shift, breaking apart, and feeling every second of it, yet somehow feeling no pain. Damian's arms are around him, trying to ground him, but Danny's form is nearly gone.

He feels his brother, sobbing, running his arms over his body desperately, and any other time, Danny would have been amazed that Damian showed so much emotion, as he slowly raises his eyes to meet his horrified father's gaze.

Reaching out a hand to him, Danny gasps out, "Save me, please, Dad."

Bruce jerks as he's been struck. He tumbles out of his chair, reaching for Danny's hand. Only the second his fingers brush his son's, they vanish.

Danny's broken plea echoes in the room as Damian tilts over, now only clutching air.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I don't want to die. You can save me, right Dad?" His trusting smile and tearful eyes only have a few seconds of visibility before Danny's face breaks into pieces, and that's the last expression he will ever make.

Bruce falls to his knees, images of a blown-up warehouse playing behind his eyes. Steph covers her mouth, tears rolling down her face. Cass turns away, shaking all over and clutching her arm hard enough to draw blood. Kon is embarrassing and devastating, Tim, who had collapsed into his hold the second he arrived. Alfred, Duke, and Jason fall into their chairs, looks of horror and disbelief playing across their faces.

The worst, however, is Damian, who is rubbing his hands on the carpet as if searching for the light particles that had fallen between the fabric, calling Danny's name.

He receives no answer.

[anon-188]

too long

pairing: AJ x f!reader | genre: smut | wc: 1.9k

summary: he waited for days. weeks. he tried to be understanding. tried to be patient. but even AJ has limits. and it’s been too long.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), established relationship, emotional tension, soft!dom AJ, unprotected sex, possessive behavior, clothing tearing, alcohol use, strong language, multiple orgasms.

inspo: “i’ve been waiting, i’m impatient. i’ve been waiting too long. it's been too long.” — TOO LONG, justin bieber.

a/n: heard this song and immediately thought of AJ (but let’s be real, when am i not thinking about him???)

AJ sat at the dinner table, alone yet again. Across from him, your plate had gone cold—another quiet reminder.

His phone buzzed.

I’m so sorry, the work party’s running longer than I thought. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.

He stared at the message for a long second, then set the phone face down beside his plate.

This was the third night in a row.

He sighed and reached for his glass of whiskey, taking a slow sip like it would somehow take the edge off. It didn’t. Not anymore.

You were busy. He knew that.

Between your packed days, the obligations with your family, and now that damn training program your job kept piling on, it made sense. You barely had time to sleep, let alone be here.

And you tried, of course. You always did. But every time he finally had you in his arms or even pulled you onto his lap, your phone would ring. An email would ping. Something would buzz or flash or vibrate—some urgent reminder that the world needed your attention more than he did.

Like tonight. 

The work party had started four and a half hours ago. You’d ridden with a coworker, told AJ it would be quick. Just a couple drinks. Just enough to show face. You had said it over your shoulder, already halfway through the doorway.

And for whatever reason, he believed it. Thought tonight might be different.

He should’ve known better.

At first, he tried to be understanding. He told himself it was just a busy stretch, a rough patch. But that was two weeks ago.

Now he was irritated—not with you, never with you—but with everything else. With your job. With the way life seemed to pull you in every direction but his.

He was even angry with himself. Mostly with himself, for how much it was getting to him.

Your absence had him wound tight. Every night without you somehow felt worse than the last. Even your best efforts—your rushed kisses, your whispered apologies, your promises to make it up to him—weren’t enough.

He tipped back the last of his drink, letting the burn sit in his chest a moment before he moved to set the glass on the counter.

In that moment, AJ made up his mind.

Your job might have needed you. But he needed you more.

And he was done waiting.

That's what sent him walking straight into your work party, broad shoulders cutting through the room, sharp eyes locked on you like nothing and no one else existed.

You were stunned—had no idea how he’d even gotten into the building—but none of that had time to register.

He didn't raise his voice when he reached you. Just leaned in close.

"You're coming home. Now."

His voice stayed quiet, meant only for you. But the tension in his jaw and the fire in his eyes said enough. People nearby paused, instinctively sensing a shift, even if they didn't know what it meant.

Maybe they were watching. Maybe they had something to say. But you didn’t care. Not really.

You had wanted to leave hours ago, but kept getting pulled into endless rounds of must-have conversations.

So when AJ reached for your hand—gentler than you expected, his grip firm, certain—you followed without hesitation.

Now you sat in the passenger seat of his car, speeding down the highway. The city lights blurred past, but he hadn’t said a word.

Not when you apologized. Not when you leaned over the console, hand sliding up the back of his neck, fingers curling into the hair at the nape—soft, slow, the way he liked it.

Nothing.

He kept his hands on the wheel, jaw set, eyes fixed ahead.

You knew he was pissed. Had known it the moment you sent that text telling him you’d be late again.

Still, you tried again anyway, voice quieter than before. “I’m sorry. AJ, I didn’t mean to—”

But he didn’t look at you. Didn’t even blink.

He wasn’t going to make it easy for you. 

Not this time.

So you sat back, didn’t push. Just waited. 

Waited until you were home. Shoes off. Coats hung. 

You watched as he headed into the kitchen, straight for the whiskey—like muscle memory. He grabbed the bottle, twisted the cap off in silence. The tension in his shoulders hadn’t eased, not once. 

Before he could pour, you crossed the room to stand beside him.

Close. But not too close.

“Hey,” you said gently as you lifted your phone.

He paused, eyes flicking over to you but not fully turning. The bottle hovered for a second, then he set it down.

You held the screen up between you, powering it off until it went dark. Silent.

“It’s just us now,” you said, placing it on the counter.

Then you stepped toward him. One step. Then another.

“Okay?”

Your eyes stayed on his face, searching for something, anything—but he wasn’t budging.

Still, you kept going. Slowly easing into his space, your hands slipping up his arms, fingertips brushing over the firm curve of his biceps.

He didn’t stop you.

Just shifted, facing you a bit more now, though his hands stayed at his sides.

You let your palms glide across his chest, up his shoulders, to the back of his neck. Your fingers toyed with the short strands of hair there as you pulled him closer.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, lips near his skin. “For missing dinner. For being late. For letting everything else take over.”

You kissed his neck, just under his jaw.

“I know you’ve been patient.” Another kiss. “And I hate that I keep making you feel like this.”

Your lips moved up to his jaw, brushing tenderly.

He exhaled then, not sharp, but deep. A shift.

You kissed higher, slowly, deliberately, grazing the corner of his mouth.

Then paused.

“Can you forgive me?” you asked, voice low as you looked at him through your lashes, that soft sweetness in your expression that always undid him.

AJ didn’t move at first. Just stared at you like he was trying to decide whether to let himself give in.

When he finally closed the distance—when his lips found yours—it was careful. Measured. 

But that didn’t last long. 

The second kiss came harder. Deeper. His hands were at your waist, then your back, then your hair—tugging gently as his mouth claimed yours again and again. 

He didn’t ease into it. Didn’t tease. He just deepened the kiss like he needed to feel all of you at once.

His steps pushed forward, guiding you back toward the couch. Not the bedroom. No, that was too far. Too long.

You moved with him, mouths still locked, heat rising fast. His hand slid around your back, fingers finding the zipper of your dress. You felt it give, the fabric loosening before he pushed it down your shoulders.

Your hands reached for him, trying to help with the buttons of his shirt, but he was already ahead of you—shrugging it off. 

By the time you made it to the couch, AJ still had his pants on, slightly unbuckled, low on his hips. He sat back and pulled you with him, your knees bracketing his thighs as you straddled him.

You kissed again—hungrier now, hands tugging, grasping. Your hips moved on instinct, grinding down against the firm press of him. His breath caught at your lips as you pressed closer, chasing every ounce of friction.

It felt good—too good—but it wasn’t enough. Not for him. Not for you.

He shoved his pants lower as you lifted yourself, hands already at the waistband of your panties, ready to strip them off.

But somehow AJ was quicker.

His fingers hooked into the lace—and tore. A clean rip, the sound splitting the silence as the ruined fabric slipped partway down your thigh.

You gasped his name in shock, barely audible, but that didn’t stop him. His arm locked around your waist, positioning you exactly where he wanted.

One look. That was all he gave you before pulling you down onto him in a rough, desperate motion. You moaned at the stretch, at the way he filled you, and he groaned low—matching your pleasure as your hips settled against his hips.

Only then did he speak.

“Fuck, baby.”

He kissed you again, hotter this time—urgent and breathless—as you rocked against him in a rhythm neither of you could hold steady.

It took everything in him not to grab your hips and take over, to pull you down harder, faster, the way his body begged him to. Even now, he was trying to hold back, to stay composed. 

So he redirected.

Just as your head tipped back in a moan, his mouth found your neck, trailing heat down your skin until he reached your chest.

He lingered there, lips grazing the swell of your breasts as his hands slid up your back. One flick, and the clasp gave. He tugged the bra down your arms, careless with it now, and tossed it aside without looking.

Then he was on you again. Eager. Insatiable.

You kept moving on him, moaning into the space between you. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as you felt the edge approach—too close to hide it—your voice breaking as you admitted it.

“AJ… I’m gonna—”

You tried to hold your rhythm, to keep moving even as your thighs started to tremble. But your body was already giving in, already too far gone.

When it hit, it tore through you in waves.

You cursed, eyes squeezing shut as you came with a gasp—his name tangled in the mess of it, hips stuttering against his.

“Fuck—AJ, oh my god—”

This. This was what he needed.

To hear you like this. To feel your body come apart in his hands. To see the way you unraveled for him and only him. The crack in your voice. The shudder in your legs. That last gasp as you tried to keep going, even while your body gave up.

All of it. Just for him.

Whatever hold he had on himself shattered.

AJ shifted quickly, one arm wrapped around you as he moved, laying you back on the couch. Then he was inside you again, thrusting with more force, more intent. Like he couldn’t get close enough if he tried.

He hitched your leg higher on his waist, mouth dragging along your neck. Then, finally—

“I missed you, baby. So fucking much.”

He said it against your skin, raw and breathless, each word cut short by the rhythm of his hips.

Your hands twisted in his hair, knuckles white from the grip. You tried to speak, to say it back—to give him something. It came out half-formed, broken on your lips. A response messily tangled with an apology.

He lifted his head then, eyes locking on yours, his expression dark with something far more consuming than lust.

“Don’t make me wait like that again.”

He drove into you as he said it, deeper than before—and your body answered before your mind could catch up.

You came hard, breath stalling in your chest, spine lifting off the couch as you clenched around him.

But he didn’t stop.

Not after he fucked you through that orgasm. Not after the one that followed. His pace stayed steady, grip unrelenting, fueled by everything he hadn’t said aloud.

It had been too long. Too many nights without your voice in his ear, without your body beneath him, without the sound of his name leaving your mouth like that.

And now that he had you—he wasn’t letting go.

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[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

Here’s another personal ramble but this time a happy one: I legally changed my name and gender marker today! 

I want to tell you a bit about my journey here. But before we get into that, you may need some context! In case you’re not from Germany, here’s a quick explanation of how the legal stuff works here: 

Until recently, changing your name and gender marker was a complicated, expensive and stressful process. You had to go to court, get evaluated by two psychologists, and jump through a lot of bureaucratic hoops. But as of November 2024, Germany finally has a new law called the Self-Determination Act (Selbstbestimmungsgesetz). 

Under this law, you simply make a declaration at your local registry office (Standesamt), then there’s a mandatory waiting period of three months and then you get the official name change appointment where you just have to confirm by signature that you really want to do it and then you get a new birth certificate! There’s no need for expert reports, medical „proof“ or a court decision anymore.

As someone who has a lot of pre-existing mental health history and not a lot of money, the old system made a legal name change fully inaccessible to me. So this new law is not only a huge step for the trans community in general but also for me personally! 

When it came into effect in November 2024, I wanted to apply right away - but I was in the middle of applying for disability benefits and was advised that a name change in the middle of that process would complicate it, so I had to wait. I’ll admit that it was very hard, emotionally. As happy as I was to see other trans people change their name, I also struggled with some ugly feelings of jealousy. I also kept worrying that, somehow, the law would be rolled back before I get to actually use it (with the lengthy process of fighting for disability benefits and the mandatory waiting period on top of that…) and I’d be stuck with my dead name forever just because I didn’t want to risk complications for my disability benefits application by doing it right away! 

I finally got to apply for a name change in April 2025 (a nice birthday gift to myself!). The process itself was super easy (fill out a simple form and send it via mail to the Standesamt), albeit there were some small confusions that I unnecessarily worried about (I heard from other people that they just downloaded the form on their towns website but couldn’t find any form on my towns website and was torn between just printing out some other towns form and hoping my town will accept it (since the actual content would be the same) or writing them a letter requesting their form, and then ended up doing both just to be safe, and then worried that doing both may lead to confusion and accidentally slow down the process! That was just a lot of overthinking on my part, which wasn’t helped by it taking weeks until I heard anything back - but when I did, it was a letter confirming my application and telling me the earliest appointment date I could get after the waiting period. I confirmed I want that date. 

Having an actual date for it came with a rollercoaster of emotions. It made it so real. When I first came out to myself as transgender, years ago - when I found the words to describe the gender dysphoria I felt since childhood and realized that I’m not a broken, weird woman who is really bad at being a woman, I am simply a man - I still told myself it’d only be my „fun little secret“. I tried to convince myself that I could treat it like some dirty fantasy I only live out in my head and never tell anyone about. Obviously, that wasn’t very healthy or sustainable and only made the gender dysphoria feel unbearable. Looking back at these memories and those feelings, and comparing it to me now having a date where I’ll actually legally change my gender marker, that brought on an overwhelming sense of happiness and relief. 

I felt like I could finally (metaphorically) hug child me who decided he’d rather starve to death than ever eat enough to start puberty and develop boobs and teenage me who decided he’d rather die than ever turn into an adult woman - and tell them that we made it. We stayed alive to grow into a man.  We stayed alive to see a world that acknowledges you, that sees you and knows you need this. You need to be seen as who you truly are, and now our paperwork will reflect that. We made it. We can breathe now. 

I said „rollercoaster of emotions“, so you can already guess that some less happy feelings also sneaked in - but, unlike transphobes would probably love to read here, there were never any feelings of regret. I never worried that I was making the wrong choice in the sense of „What if I change my name and then realize I’m a woman after all“. Never even crossed my mind. 

What I did worry about, however, was encountering transphobia. Either directly at the Standesamt or at the bank, health insurance company, disability benefits office…. all the places I’d have to notify of the name change later. And on a broader scale also by political parties and society as a whole, especially with the Afd (German Nazi Party comparable to Trump in the US) growing rapidly in popularity. I worried about putting a target on my back by leaving a papertrail of me being trans - I do not worry about being wrong. I never worried that I might be wrong. Only that the world might not let me be right.

I can’t speak for the latter parts yet - but at least at the Standesamt, all these worries were baseless. I came in, equally buzzing with excitement and shaking with nervous anticipation, he said „You’re here for the name change appointment, right?“, I said yes, he smiled and went „It’s so cool you’re doing this!“. I immediately relaxed. 

The actual appointment took exactly 13 minutes. I confirmed that they got my personal information right, I confirmed that I want to do this and am aware of the laws around it, I paid 70 euro, I showed him my old birth certificate and got handed my new one, we had some pleasant smalltalk (he asked if the name Oliver has any special meaning, things like that). He even apologized for also legally having to inform me of the laws around changing back to my birth name if I should ever decide to. I think he was as worried about him (accidentally) being transphobic as I had been! 

Before the appointment, I felt a bit down about the fact that nobody would come along with me and hug me right after. I don’t know if that’s a strange or relatable thing, but it’s something I felt. I saw all these posts on social media by trans people who had their appointments in the months before mine and they all seemed to go with their partner, friends or family, with someone who would congratulate them and hug them after. Of course this is something you do for yourself and your happiness and your future, and I can already hear the transphobes say „see, he’s proof they only do it for attention!“ - but it is a big milestone and I think it deserves some attention. I think it’s human to want some attention for positive news in your life. And so I worried I’d come out of the Standesamt, still on cloud nine with excitement.. and then land pretty hard on the cold ground when I stand there alone. This worry flared up painfully this morning when I talked to my mom about the appointment before leaving and she went „Oh, that’s why it has been raining so heavily, God is crying“ - it was a stupid comment that I should’ve easily brushed off but it hit me harder than I’d like to admit. 

The worry didn’t come true, though. I came out of the Standesamt and I texted my partner (who was at work) and then I got myself a piece of cake - and I felt very calm and content. 

My mom did in fact congratulate me after, and so did my siblings. But it turned out I didn’t need that emotional hug right after to celebrate it. I walked out of the Standesamt not just with a new birth certificate, but with a feeling of peace - the peace younger me had been waiting for.

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[towasdandelion]

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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏 "𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖" 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙 - 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒎, 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒚

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒊

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Okay so I feel like writing some general notes here. Like About Edward's. I got rid of his usual emoji spams to show a bit more of a serious side of him. (And I also think it would make the conversation look comical which is not the goal here)

For Rui, I decided to go for the scenario where his curse is broken while in relationship with you. I hope it's clear what I'm getting at. Being able to finally have a taste of your warmth, only to lose it later... Yeah. I think that's angsty enough.

[Vagastrom and Sinostra ✿ Jabberwock and Mortkranken]

Jin really wants to stay away and he succeeds, though only for some time. He's usually good with hiding his feelings, but it's getting increasingly harder as the days go by. It frustrates him to no end. Why can't he just forget? Why does he finds himself missing your warmth? He misses you. And ultimately, he won't stay away. He berates himself for sulking like a child before reaching out to you. He can't stand this distance, and he's ready to do anything you want him to for you two to get back together.

Luca's initial distance comes from respect. He knows you're most likely experiencing the same thing he is, so he wants to give you time to heal. But even he loses with himself, not being able to stop all of the feeling from resurfacing. He's a weak man when it comes to you, he has to admit. But that weakness is something he already accepted. Still so hopelessly in love he makes up his mind and texts you, letting you know about his deepest, genuine feelings. He won't push though, reassuring you to take as much time as necessary to decide if you want to go back to him.

Kaito is really desperate. But it's not the cute and funny kind of desperate anymore. His heart and mind really are suffering after the breakup. He might even be im denial at first, trying to push it all away. You two broke up? Pff, it was probably just a stupid dream. He spends days repeating that, even though deep down he knows. It's not a dream, but a cold reality. As cowardly as he can be, this time he can't just sit back and watch. He needs to win you back. And he'll do whatever it takes to make it happen. You best believe that.

Tohma is still calm and composed after the breakup, but only on the outside. On the inside however he can't stop thinking, analyzing. He thinks about you, only to fall into the deep hole of analyzing your whole relationship. Maybe there was something he missed? Maybe there was something he could have done to prevent this from happening? He lets out a sigh when he finally comes to his senses. It's not like him to just sit and watch. And so he gets himself together and reaches out to you, hoping for even smallest bits of interaction. Something he can hold onto and make into a chance to win you back.

Imagine this is Lyca's first ever break up. Yeah. His feelings all over the place, and he doesn't know what to do at all. It feels overwhelming. He's trying to take Subaru's advice and just let himself feel everything and grieve the loss of your love, taking much needed time to process things. But it's not working. Nothing is. He's getting impatient. 'It won't get any worse" he thinks when texting you. Maybe that will soothe him, at least for a little while? Turns out that quite the opposite happens, and he's asking you to get back together before he has time to even think. But somehow, he feels a bit relieved afterwards. Maybe because he's finally fighting.

Edward's playful persona vanishes without a trace a few days after your breakup. He loved and still loves you dearly, but still didn't expect it to hurt this much. He's been through countless of breakups in his long life after all. And yet no ways of soothing his heart work like they used to. It's as if you put some kind of spell on him, and he can't help but laugh bitterly at the irony, remembering how he was the one trying to use his powers on you first.. He doesn't expect his first message to even reach you, and it catches him off guard when it does. Maybe, just maybe there is still a chance for him to make things right?

Rui breaks down completely after the breakup. He tries so hard to maintain his cheerful and bubbly persona but it costs him a lot more than usual. At nights, he just lets his tears flow without stopping. He has a hard time accepting the reality. Losing your presence after being able to feel you so close.. it hurts more than he imagined, and he finds himself wishing his curse was never broken. One night he just texts you without thinking much, and gets really desperate. For your warmth, your presence, everything. He won't waste time, asking you to give this relationship one more chance.

Haku's usual demeanor dims. He just can't forget you no matter what he does. After some time passed an idea popped up. What if he just.. tried to find someone else? He immediately dismisses it though, feeling disappointed with himself. He would never be able to do that to you and- that's when he realizes how in love he still is. You two are not together anymore and he still can't bring himself to imagine another girl by his side. And that realization is what pushed him to fight for your love. He can't and won't give up, not when it's you. He will give you time, but just know that it takes his whole willpower not to spam you with messages...

You better believe that Subaru is doing absolutely everything in his power to stay away. He doesn't want to burden you with his own feelings, especially knowing you're going through the same thing. Actually appreciates his stigma for once and uses it on everything you could have touched at Hotarubi just to catch any traces of you but... ends up feeling disgusted with himself. He shouldn't be doing that. With a heavy heart he decides to text you, asking to give your relationship another chance. He will be very respectful about it though, not daring to contact you anymore after that. He's waiting for your move.

Zenji is very mature about it but it doesn't lessen the pain he feels. He just floats around mindlessly, no longer interested in playing his biwa or writing. The only thing he'd feel like writing would be about your relationship anyways, and he thinks using the situation for an inspiration gain is just insensitive, even if it did actually help him to cope. And so he spends his days reminiscing every happy moment spent with you. In that moment he decides to reach out to you, not being able hold in what's been bottled up this whole time. His words might sound a little dramatic, but it really is how he truly feels.

[aismoker]

You were heading to your hairdresser, James, just like every month as long as you cared to remember. It was a bit of posh barber, but you liked it. After all, you were a bit of a poshy guy yourself.

Since you were running a bit late, you rushed in without noticing that the sign of the barbershop had changed. James' coiffures had been changed into Brother Barber.

When you entered, however, you noticed something was wrong. The air, normally smelling of citrus and lavendar, was full of thick cigar smoke. You were confused. You knew that James hated smoking. What was wrong?

You looked around and saw two strong big-bearded cigar-smoking men with shaved heads standing in the middle of the room. "Welcome, brother," one of them said. His voice sounded like James', but somehow it was deeper, more forceful. You were confused. Was that James? But James used to be a twinkish kinda guy, proud of his long blonde hairs, right? And he would never smoke.

The guy who welcomed you saw the cobfusion on your face. He grinned. "Yeah, it is me, James. Last week I hired my brother here. When I first saw him, I was a bit hesitant to hire him, but when he started to explain his motivations, his drives, his barber philosophy I was sold. He firmly believes that all man are deep down the same. We are all Brothers, they just don't know it yet! He was very convincing, it all started making sense. Especially after I got into the chair. He really changed me, brought out the real me."

His explanation made zero sense to you, but in a way it did. You looked at James, and thought that his new look actually fitted him quite well. In fact, you hardly could remember how he looked like last month. It was as if he always had been the cigar-smoking man that stood before you. Yeah, of course, James had always been a Brother.

You sat down in the chair, your head spinning. You had the feeling that something was off. You felt the hands of the barber on your shoulders, slowly massaging them. "Relax, brother," he said with a deep voice. And you did. You looked at the smoke coming from his mouth, swirling around you, closing you off from the outside world. It felt like you were in a coccoon. Safe. Protected.

"Yes, brother, that's good," he continued, as he kept massaging you, "just relax, drift away. No need to stay awake. You are in good hands. Let me do my work. Let me wake the real you. Just float on my words... on my smoke..." And you did. It felt so good to just sit there, slowly floating away. You knew you were in good hands. The barber kept talking to you, but as your conscious mind didn't register it anymore. You somehow knew they weren't meant for it anyways.

"So, all finished, brother." You opened your eyes. You felt good. Rested. Energized. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You were shocked. Your head was shiny bald! And where did that beard come from? And you were wearing a "Brother"-shirt, just like the barbers. How did this happen?

He didn't have to wait long for answers. The barber came back, with a freshly lit cigar in his hand. "Just one more thing, as the finishing touch," he said as he held the cigar in front of your face. Instinctively, you opened your mouth and leaned towards the cigar. You were not sure why. You simply did. You felt hownyour lips wrapped themselves around the cigar. You felt yourself taking a drag. When the cigar smoke hit your lungs it all clicked. You looked at yourself in the mirror again as you slowly exhaled.

Yes. This was the real you.

You stood up and turned to the barber. You embraced him, cigar clamped in your mouth like it had always been there. "Thank you, brother." "My pleasure, brother, you needed it." You then walked to your old barber and thanked him as well. You then confidently walked out of the barbershop into your new life.

[mongoosemagazine]

Turntables (AntisocialMedicReader x SickGhost)

cw: vomit, sickness, Slow burn not so slow anymore????

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

“I told you you were going to get sick” ghost was laid in her bed sick as a dog with whatever cruel disease had struck her down the week before. “Why won’t you just go to medbay?” she huffed looking at him as he reached for a tissue from her bedside table.

“Careful doc you almost sound like you care,” he taunted, his voice more raspy than his regular grit. He adjusted himself until he was comfortable in her plain bedsheets, there wasn’t a touch of personality in her room, which in fact made perfect sense since she was practically never there in the first place. “Plus… don’t wanna be taking up a bed when a damn rookie twists his ankle or something-”

“Fucking orion.” she muttered under her breath, a rookie somehow more accident prone than the rest of the unit combined. Her hatred spurred mostly for the amount of damn paper work she's had to sign with his fucking name on it. She turned her head towards Ghost to see him looking at her fondly. “Fix your face, you're doing that weird shit with your eyes again.”

He broke into a coughing fit before smiling at her, “can’t help it sweetheart.” She let out a groan and probably one of her most dramatic eyerolls yet before putting his water bottle, fresh tissues and medication on the table with a post-it note of instructions and times to take it. “Three paracetamol, two isn't enough- 4 will kill you? What the fuck doc?!”

“What it’s true?”

“You scare me, mouse”

“Good that's how I like it” she smiled a little bit, an action ghost did everything in his power to memorise that look on her face, a grin like that was rare from her, he’d only ever seen it when she makes a joke she thinks is really funny, one most of the time she doesn’t say out loud. “Why do you insist on being in my room, wouldn’t you be more comfortable in yours?”

“Well after last week I assumed room swaps were just something we do now?” she blushed quicking turning her back to him so he wouldn't see it, the memory in her mind of falling asleep in his arms every night with a dull ache in her body but a warm cozy feeling around her as he watched tv with her tucked between his arm and chest. “Can I expect some good night cuddles if I'm feeling particularly miserable later?”

She coughed to clear her throat, “we can see about that.”

Hours later when she did re-enter the room it seemed that ghost’s joke wasn’t just a joke anymore. He did in fact look far more sickly than he did when she left him, she stripped herself of all her gear and sat next to him on the bed pressing her hand to his forehead. “Fucking hell-” his eyes were hooded as they tracked her movement across the room. She refilled his water and sat him up.”Do you need to vomit? Have you been sick at all?” he nodded weakly and pointed to the bathroom where he hadn’t quite made it to the toilet but had made an attempt to clean it. 

“I’m so sorry darling…i know how much you like your room clean…”he slurred as she cleaned his chin with his shirt. “I understand if you want me to go to my room- i- i just need some help.”

“Don’t be fucking ridiculous” she snapped at him and sat him against the wall bottle feeding him water which he happily took, she rubbed his back like he had done for her trying to give him some sense of comfort. “I'm not mad- don’t worry about that” she scratched his scalp and very slowly and rather awkwardly embraced him. 

Him being the hulking brute he almost crushed her when his arms wrapped around her and he squeezed. Burying his face in the crook of her neck taking in her smell. “Don’t go again.” he mumbled against her skin and she nodded, kissing his cheek.

“I wont…love” 

kudos to people who know the reference ;)

[dakusan]

I have been drowning in your ask posts about the vampire AU and I am kind of obsessed now

I wanted to ask, and I apologize if you are not comfortable with the idea because I know it's not some people's cup of tea so feel free to ignore <3, but does the soulmate bond only work 1 on 1 or could people have more than one soulmate at the same time? I don't even necessarily mean any of the members specifically when I ask lol I just got really curious because I imagine the dynamics would be really interesting if it were at all possible to have more than one, specially considering the Normal vs Abnormal characteristics of the vampires in your AU, like would that make it worse for them because it means there's technically less blood to go around between them and that unlocks a "competition" aspect to their biology or does it mean they could form a camaraderie of sorts? Like, now there's someone who wants to keep their soulmate happy and safe as much as they do?

Anyways, your AU is just so detailed, it's a lot of fun to read what you post, thanks for sharing your stories with us <3333 (again, sorry if this is outside of your boundaries, I tried to check if it would be against any of the "rules before interaction" but it didn't seem like it, I could have interpreted them wrong though so 🥲 my bad if that's the case)

oh you sweet little drowned thing 🩰🕷️ come in. wipe the blood off your mouth. you’re welcome here.

first of all: thank you for being so thoughtful with your ask 🖤 you're right, it can be a sensitive topic in some circles, but you’re golden. and you asked so genuinely and curiously, i am absolutely gonna sink my teeth into this one. so—

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✦ V A M P I R E ! S K Z S O U L M A T E L O R E : T H E O N L Y

🧬 LORE FACT: YOU CAN’T HAVE MORE THAN ONE SOULMATE.

This universe runs on blood law. Not dreams, not delusion, not desire. And in the core matrix of this world, you only get one soulmate — full stop. This is not a “choose your favourite route” situation. It’s coded into the marrow.

This applies across the board:

Abnormals? One soulmate. Their blood won’t even react to others.

Normals? Also one. They’re just slower to recognize it. More human in that sense.

Humans? They often don't feel the pull as intensely at first, but once bitten? They’re locked in.

Turned Vampires? Still only one. But theirs might be someone from before the turn. Unlucky bastards.

That means:

No harems.

No “soulmate A and soulmate B.”

🕯️ THE WHY: COSMIC DESIGN

The soulmate bond is soul-anchoring — a metaphysical override switch. It fuses blood resonance, memory, desire, and legacy into one. It’s not soft. It’s sacred violence.

Your soulmate exists to:

Tame your madness (especially for Abnormals)

Trigger fertility (because vampire reproduction is locked behind bond activation)

Unlock full abilities (particularly Abnormals who go feral without grounding)

If more than one soulmate existed, the whole system would collapse. Think corrupted data. Too many passwords to the same vault. Too many tethers trying to stabilize the same chaos. It doesn’t work.

❗FURTHERMORE: MULTIPLE ABNORMALS + ONE HUMAN = CATASTROPHIC

Let’s pretend — for lore's sake — that a glitch happened. Let’s say a single human somehow imprinted on two Abnormals. What would happen?

They’d tear each other apart.

Abnormals are already unstable. Sharing their anchor? Biologically impossible. Their blood would reject the bond, fight it internally, or go into bloodrage (a state of uncontrollable frenzy where they’ll destroy anyone who threatens the bond).

One soulmate. One anchor. One thread between madness and mercy.

🤝 BUT COULD THEY TEAM UP, LIKE YOU ASKED?

Now this part? Is ✨interesting✨. If two vampires share a purpose — say, protecting someone who isn’t soulbonded to either of them, but they both love? That’s where camaraderie comes in.

Like:

Minho protecting Chan’s soulmate because Chan is his oath-bound king.

Jisung watching over Felix’s bonded lover because he understands how fragile the bond is.

Seungmin helping a new human adjust after Jeongin nearly ferals from first bite.

So yes — vampires can team up. But not share.

🩸 BLOOD DOLL ≠ SOULMATE

but they can be.

Blood dolls are humans who allow (or are contracted) to let vampires feed from them.

Sometimes it's transactional (pleasure, payment, protection).

Sometimes it’s emotional (devotion, manipulation, obsession).

You’ll see vampires with multiple blood dolls. Especially aristocrats, entertainers, or those with hedonistic streaks. But they’re not soulmates.

Feeding ≠ Bond. Hunger ≠ Destiny.

💍 SOULMATE = BLOOD DOLL (sometimes)

But can a soulmate also be a blood doll?

YES. 100% YES. In fact, it’s very common — because vampires want their soulbonded partner to be their only source of blood. It's pure, unmatched, chemically euphoric.

Once the soulmate bond activates:

The vampire’s body rejects other blood.

The taste of others becomes ash in their mouth.

Only their soulmate’s blood soothes their instincts, anchors their rage, heightens their pleasure.

One bond. One bite. One ruin.

So if you see a vampire with only one blood doll and they’ve never fed from anyone else again? Yeah. That’s the soulmate. That’s the real thing. You can tell.

🩸 IN SUMMARY:

Vampires can have multiple blood dolls.

But they’ll only have one soulmate.

And when those two things align?   → Feeding becomes sacred.   → The bond becomes unbreakable.   → No one else will ever taste right again.

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thank you for such a thoughtful ask. the way you approached this lore question with care and genuine fascination? it means so much.

come back any time. 🦷 the door’s always open, and the candles never go out 💋🦇

[victorie552]

(Getting Married) For The Bit – Radioapple Crack Idea

Ideas: Annoying Each Other, Unnecessary Focus on Tails as Form of Bonding, Alastor’s Mating Season Makes Them Do It, Enemies to Annoyances to Friends to Friends With Benefits to Mutual Pining to Husbands

Someone calls Alastor Charlie’s mom and Alastor makes a whole bit of it. Lucifer is pissed about it and says that if Alastor is Charlie’s mom, then he should also be Lucifer’s wife and he’s obviously not, so hello??? Alastor immediately calls him his dearest WORK husband ‘cough’bitch’cough’, after a while Lucifer joins in on the bit to annoy Alastor and calls him his darling WORK wife ‘not even pretending to cough’Bitch’smirk’ . It goes on for a long time.

They start enjoying the bit. Way too much. They become friends through this.

On the Road to Radioapple: They spend afternoons in each other rooms and, after one too much drink on either side, show each other their tails (wow, that escalated quickly). Through mix of childish dares, being generally respectful and outright begging they get to touch each other tails (‘gasp’). Shit, they’re sensitive (not a sex thing but can become one if the mood strikes) but can’t show the other it’s affecting them. But it’s also soothing in a way and it becomes a weekly ritual to pet each other tails.

Autumn comes, and with it Alastor’s mating season. Tail becomes a sex thing. Lucifer doesn’t take AdvantageTM but Does see the opportunity to be closer so they do a sleepover. Lucifer is awoken in the morning by Alastor rutting at him and lets him. Alastor comes to his senses a little, but gets worse through the day, so they end in Lucifer’s room again (it sooths him).

The situation repeats itself a few times. Finally Alastor declares that in exchange for his unsavory actions Lucifer can fuck him when the mating season is over as many times as Alastor imposed himself at him, as is only fair. Lucifer goes ‘holy shit’. They have sex and keep having it.

In the meantime the whole ‘husband and wife’ thing is going strong and getting stronger. They start saying it in bed and WOW, it gets them both going somehow. Alastor has a mortifying talk with Vaggie where he admits he and Lucifer are friends with benefits. Lucifer overhears and crashes out. Shit fuck, he actually fell for Alastor, and fell hard. He wouldn’t mind making the wife and husband bit real.

So next time they’re in bed Lucifer goes ‘husband’ instead of ‘wife’ to Alastor and Alastor is confused but even more into it. The bit changes to husbands. It was supposed to be fake work husbands but they’re sickly sweet with each other and absolutely no one in existence buys the fake part.

Alastor knew he liked Lucifer for some time now but it all really escalated. He would like to officially court Lucifer properly but he can’t just let go of the bit. Idea strikes – shotgun weddings. They’ll both get drunk, Alastor will drag them to Hell’s equivalent of Elvis chapel and they will have a laugh about it in the morning. What a perfect end to a bit. They’ll divorce the next day but Alastor will admit he likes Lucifer and they’ll start dating. Yes, perfect plan. Everything goes as expected, BUT Lucifer realizes Alastor is acting weird, so Alastor tells him the plan. Lucifer decides this is Everything He Fucking Wanted, and also the Glorious End to The Bit. They get married :) but they Don’t divorce as Lucifer claimed he doesn’t see the need, they are already seeing each other, the papers can stay :) and Alastor was all ‘oh, ok, not like it matters” ‘sassy hand wave’. So they’re married now :D

[subtextdecoder]

TBHX Ep 15: Extra thoughts I haven't seen around yet.

Many people already wrote incredible texts about most of the things I thought of while watching the episode. So here I decided to talk/wonder about a very specific thing...

Scene from the episode. A frame from what I'm assuming to be one of the people killed. Who is this? (that's what I'm the most curious about right now). Fox-like appearance and those marks on the forehead? We've seen that before!!!)

A frame from Ghostblade's PV.

Scene from Johnnie's PV:

His animal plushies.

Big Johnny.

Big Johnny.

The thing is, I think GB's connection to Sheng and Johnny is deeper than "just" killing Sheng exactly because of that specific scene where we see a person GB has killed. That person has the same marking on their forehead as all creatures related to Johnny, including Johnny himself when he "transforms".

It's even poetic because, in Johnny's PV, when we see him transform it's exactly as we see Big Johnny transform into its actually big self, as the lily flowers around them wither.

At first I thought BJ(transformed version) was Sheng's ability that was inherited by Johnny, but now it looks more like Sheng's spilled blood on the lilies and his words, plus the emotional weight it had on Johnny, was what caused their powers to "mix", making it possible for Sheng and Big Johnny to become one. The symbolism of foxes suggest transformation and spiritual guidance, and that fits all too well here.

At this point we are all already talking about Sheng's ability to create life, because of the flowers behind his steps on the ground. Johnnie's abilities are fauna related while his dad's are flora related, both leaning heavily towards environmental and wildlife protection, which relates perfectly to other world/nature "healing/protection" hints throughout the show, that I have already discussed at the end of the post HERE. Then the lilies tied to Sheng representing rebirth, and the whole idea of cursing after death, which would make sense if Big Johnny is actually Sheng's "curse" or more like he was reborn into it in order to protect Johnny and always be by his side even beyond death.

Aside from these theories that me and other people have already talked about, I was just really wondering, who the hell is this person, really?

This seems to be yet another relation between GB and Johnny, besides Sheng, and one that came before Sheng(?)... It's unclear. But when we see this person's face, GB's saying "Violence is wrong". So, if this person was indeed related to Johnny/Sheng somehow, isn't it strange that they're related to violence? Especially considering how tied to Environmental and Wildlife Protection both Sheng and Johnny's abilities are. Which only makes me all the more interested. Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but I can't see them drawing that symbol if it didn't mean anything when one of our main heroes has his "creatures" all looking like that too. Considering the plushies represent other existing creatures we haven't seen yet, it wouldn't be too crazy to think that maybe other people have them too, not only Johnny. How does it work, though? Where did these creatures come from? Could this be the person related to how they came to be? It's also unclear to me how Johnny's transformation works... Does he shapeshift by assimilating one of his creatures for a period of time, which allows him to use their specific ability? So by having many of them, he would have multiple abilities. Or is it more like he transforms on his own without mixing with his pets? Maybe this mysterious other person's ability works the same as Johnny's. Again, this could all end up being just a coincidence (a very big one).

Last, but not least, isn't is kinda cute if Big Johnny really is a part of Sheng? Dad: BIG Johnny / Son: LITTLE Johnny. Sweeeeeet.

[sunlight-shunlight]

How can you say that Solas wasn't implied to be involved with what happened to the Titans? Didn't you see the Titan mural in Trespasser? Agreed with the rest of what you're saying but this reveal was inevitable.

a few different things! (i will put it under a read more to protect everyone's dash)

in terms of all the codex entries, it's only ever mythal and elgar'nan described as doing anything to the titans. if they wanted to set up solas as involved in this, they could have, in the way that they seeded in all the stories about fen'harel in previous games so you knew he did Something to the evanuris and perhaps created the veil. but they didn't! the only vague mention is of his statues being placed with mythal's in the deep roads, which to me indicates that he was just a respected general/soldier/agent under her command, not like THE most important figure in dealing with the titans.

in solas' banters with varric, he seems genuinely confused and trying to fish for information on what happened to the dwarves - if he tranquilized or killed the titans personally, this makes NO sense. bc then there's literally thousands of years after he did that, as the elven empire grew, when he would have had the chance to go see the titans and look at the effects on the dwarves himself? and he is an ex-wisdom spirit and very curious in general, going and seeing the consequences of his act would've been the first thing to do.

and, the titan in the descent is not waking up bc of being "detranquilized" in some new way - it woke up bc of the breach thinning the veil! which makes way more sense as to why solas is confused, bc he doesn't know jack shit about the post-veil world. if the veil going up accidentally sundered the titans as well, it explains why he doesn't seem to know much about them.

and in general, it makes very little sense for solas to be pivotal in this, haha. like it comes off as jarring to me in veilguard, because it is SO unconvincing if it's like... ok, mythal and elgar'nan and andruil are known as the deities who built their entire reputation on being really strong and conquering the land. june is the one known for crafting. and somehow solas, mythal's lackey, ends up outdoing ALL of them and single-handedly winning the war? firstly i think it's boring, bc why even have all these other evanuris if they're not going to do anything, and secondly, that makes their entire power structure seem goofy.

like, if solas did all that, any respectable tyrant should go "shit, we need to kill him immediately and take credit for his success! or this ruins our PR if he's seen to be more competent than us" or "oh wow, this guy's a genius, we need to butter him up and flatter him to keep him loyal, even if he keeps droning on about free will". and the second version would even work well, since he's prideful and would probably fall for it, at least to begin with.

instead, solas is basically THE most valuable figure to their society's victory against the titans, and then... they're still making fun of him in public and calling him a lapdog? fhdsghdfjg. this is NOT peak dictator performance. either he's a yappy lapdog that they barely tolerate, or he's arlathan's specialest military genius, he can't be both imo.

[the-swaggy]

I had a dream that in chapter 3 when zappers turn to stone jongler is one of them and now I have to hear what would your take on that idea be

OH MY GOD.. SOBBING FOREVER..

This would mean that Jongler would have also been a remote that was taken from another persons house, like how the hallway zapper was taken from Catti's house.. which is why that one turned to stone unlike the pippins they hung out with.

I feel like Jongler would have been stolen from either the Holidays' or also from Catti's because it would make sense for the time period where Kris would have taken the hallway zapper— which I'm guessing was when they were younger and the Dreemurs hung out with the Holidays more.

I personally would lead more towards them also being taken from Catti's because of all of the cat themes in the Mike battle. Battat is the only one who's attacks don't feature cats, while the other two's do, which would make Jongler being from Catti's make sense even more. Battat would probably just be confused about why they are both so interested in cats why they aren't and it would be REALLY funny.

Continuing, the Jongler minigame also features cats, so does Pluey, and so does Battat. However, in Battat, there are significantly less cats than in the other two minigames. Idk how any of that could be relevant to this idea but still thought I'd mention it.

Okay now for the tragedy...!

In my hc, the Mikes take turns being Mike throughout the day and opperate in shifts. Pluey has the first shift from 5:30am to 2:30pm, Battat has the next shift from 2:30pm to 9:30pm, and Jongler gets the night shift from 9:30pm to 5:30am. This cycle repeats every day except Sunday, where only Battat works their shift and the other two Mikes take a break (Battat refuses to take breaks its NOT healthy).

If we are imagining the following day the events of ch.3 to be on a Sunday, since they all go to church, that would mean ch.3 takes place on a Saturday— and it would be a Saturday night.

That means, by the time Mike 'leaves' Tenna, Jongler would be on-shift. This means, that if Jongler wasn't from TV-World, they would be turning to stone AS that was scene was happening. They had to 'leave' Tenna because they were actively petrifying and would no longer be able to work, faking a walk-out so that nobody would suspect they were 'dead'. They would have been confused and scared because they probably would have assumed they were the only one going through this, and they would be upset about the fact that they somehow didn't fit in well enough into TV-World for this not to happen. Maybe, the reason the didn't fit in, is because they spent all of their time hiding who they really were, and living their life as someone else. But for them, it's still too late to do anything but let Tenna know that Mike's leaving too.

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP.. AHHHGGH THANKYOU FOR LETTING ME ROTATE THIS IN MY HEAD!!

[cherrieshalo]

i loved your bunny and cat quirk drabble with katsuki! do you think you could do one for reader with a spider quirk? 🩷🩷

im sooo loving this i hope i did spiders justice!! i didn't pick a certain species to focus on and just kind of took characteristics from multiple :3

spiderquirk!reader who was eager to go to UA and learn, ready to get proper training for their quirk they didn't really fully understand. they were a little shy to their classmates at first, but quickly grew accustomed!

spiderquirk!reader who did well during trainings when the lights were out, easily navigating past their classmates and obstacles. they were easily able to move through tight spaces and be skillfully move across walls, quickly getting a hang of their quirk.

spiderquirk!reader who initially became attracted to katsuki bakugo because they could see the colours of his hero uniform differently. they looked more radiant, more...pleasant. he quickly took notice, trying to get into their line of vision (which in all honesty, really wasn't that hard. they can see all around them, after all!) just to have their attention on him. was he showing off? maybe. just a little.

spiderquirk!reader who grew close with hanta sero due to training together a lot! they could use their quirks in similar ways, so why wouldn't they try to work together to be the best the can? as a result, katsuki grew jealous. what the hell did that stupid tapeface have that he didn't, huh?

spiderquirk!reader who set out a web trap for some training dummies to walk into, but had to deal with katsuki walking into it 'accidentally' instead. they panicked, trying to get him out desperately. he just smirked the entire time, not sense of urgency going through his body at all. why fret when he's being fussed over by such a pretty thing?

spiderquirk!reader who was asked countless times by their classmates if they ever participated in cannibalism. they were always met with their beady eyes staring blankly at them in confusion before being told that some spiders eat their partners during mating. what an odd question to ask a classmate...

spiderquirk!reader who overheard katsuki saying that he wouldn't mind being cannibalized in such a way if it were done by them. he meant it somewhat jokingly, but it was a horrifying discovery nonetheless.

spiderquirk!reader who freaked many people out with the fact that they had eyes on the side of their head but it fascinatedkatsuki. he'd try to poke at the area around them (with their permission, of course) but came to also be a little freaked out at how soulless they looked. hell, he could see his reflection!

spiderquirk!reader who shyly, yet still somehow very confidently, asked katsuki out by making a small woven heart with yarn. a master at knitting and crochet with noting but their hands, they could weave any material into any shape if it meant impressing him. he was very impressed. maybe even too impressed since he accepted your offer without thinking.