#anyway i might do more of these eventually because i do indeed have a lot of /thoughts/ about these characters

[strawberryg-cake]

When it rains... Albedo | Tighnari | Kazuha x reader (separately)

Category(?): Mostly fluff + spicy, so if you are a minor, please skip this one.

Hi! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ. Strawberry here again, it has been raining a lot in my country lately so I got the idea thanks to the horrible weather that ruined my last week of vacations from college... Anyways, I hope you like this one, enjoy! ♡

Pd: The only one that doesn't have a mini oneshot? It's Kazuha, but I just didn't want to make him look meh so I didn't add it, sorry (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠).

Pd (2): Albedo's one is a bit longer, I just got inspired bc I love my eternal genshin crush a bit too much. ごめんなさい(_ _;).

✧. ┊    POV:

"It's one of those days when the weather suddenly changes from sunny to pouring rain in the blink of an eye. You're alone with him—what kinds of things are the two of you doing together?"

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❀ When it rains... Tighnari likes to cuddle with you. He wouldn’t even realize he wanted to at first, but due to his hybrid genes—which he’d be quick to point out if you dared tease or ask—he’d end up seeking you out and wrapping you in bed with him.

❀ His tail would curl around your waist, and his arms wouldn’t do anything other than hug you and keep you close. It’s probably the way his body and instincts tell him to seek warmth and stay near his mate. He might even use your shoulder as a pillow.

❀ If you dared to caress his soft, fluffy ears, he might let out a sound he’d never admit to making… Yes, he purred—but don’t you dare mention it, lol.

❀ Eventually, he’ll kiss you and start teasing you a bit—just because Tighnari enjoys seeing your reactions and how your sweet scent shifts to something deeper, more intense. “W-why was that?” Your ears are already red, and you try to put some distance between you two to avoid dying from embarrassment—but this only makes him hug you tighter and ask, “Where do you think you’re going?” Yeah, good luck trying to get away.

❀ If you return the kiss, things will definitely get a bit spicier. His hands shift from a cute, innocent hug to something a little more exploratory—going from gently touching your face to sliding his hot, bare palms under your shirt, caressing your waist and then your back. His tail will flick once before wrapping around your thigh—an unconscious way to anchor you there. And yes, his cheeks would be just a little pink... but only a little, okay?

❀ He’ll eventually let you breathe—take a break from being wrapped up with him in bed—and head off to prepare something warm like tea. He might work on the forest rangers’ schedule or dive into his latest research while you read nearby. But don’t stray too far—if the weather gets a bit colder, he’ll definitely wrap you back in bed with him.

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There you were again, wrapped in his bed. Tighnari wasn’t the type to be clingy or seek out cuddles, so having him almost lying over you was, indeed, a surprise. His usually well-prepared attire had been swapped for something more comfortable and warm. His long, fluffy bicolor tail flicked when your hands moved from stroking his hair to gently brushing over his ears.

“Do you like it?” The tease in your voice was clear, making him lift his head slightly.

“Don’t treat me like a pet,” he replied, but the way his ears twitched at your touch—and the fact that he didn’t pull away—betrayed how much he enjoyed your hands on them. One of his ears twitched dangerously when you applied a bit more pressure with your fingers. His breath hitched, and you only smiled like an innocent girl who had no idea what she was doing.

“I would never dare to do such a thing—!”

Too late. You felt him shift, and the next thing you knew, he was over you—his lips pressed against yours, one bare hand slipping under your shirt to rest on your waist, while the other pinned your hand away from his ears. Your cheeks flushed deep red as his body pressed over yours, his tail curling around your leg like a chain.

“Much better…” Tighnari murmured against your lips, his breath slightly heavier, while your face burned with embarrassment.

“W-what do you…?” Your eyes tried to avoid his—pretty hard to do when his forehead was pressed against yours and you could already feel his breath brushing your lips. He smiled slightly.

“It’s a bit cold outside…” His voice dropped a tone, dangerously low. “I thought it’d be a good idea to raise your body temperature a little. Stay warm, you know?” The fact that he was speaking right over your lips wasn’t helping you focus.

“I-I’m already warm, thank you…” You pointed to his tail, wrapped tightly around your leg.

“It’s the fur,” he replied, as composed as ever. The way he effortlessly shifted from dominant fox to calm scholar made you laugh.

“And the genes,” you added, giggling—until his warm hand moved from your waist, slowly exploring upward, lifting your shirt just enough to leave you breathless.

There was the faintest pink on his cheeks.

“Maybe… I’m not warm enough,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. His eyes locked on yours, a smirk tugging at his lips—before his gaze darkened into something more primal, intense.

“Good,” he murmured. “I wasn’t letting you go anyway.”

Good luck. You will need it.

✧. ┊    Let's pretend this man doesn't spend 99.9% of his time at SpineDragon ok? Ok.

❀ When it rains... Albedo likes to spend his time with you—probably at his tiny, cozy house or yours. The two of you would be reading in front of the fireplace, or he’d be sketching in silence while simply enjoying your company.

❀ You’d end up talking about his latest experiment or exchanging theories about a topic you’ve both been studying. Eventually, he’d get up to make something warm—not because he particularly needs it, but because he wants to make sure you’re comfortable and warm enough.

❀ If you’re into art, Albedo would show you some of his sketches, explaining in more detail the ones related to his research and how they help deepen his understanding. That would only make him more attractive in your eyes—smart guys are hot, and Albedo? He’s a genius... even hotter.

❀ Eventually, you’d end up undoing his hair and gently running your fingers through it—maybe even massaging his scalp a little without realizing it. It’s something he finds relaxing… not that you’d notice right away, since he’s not exactly the most expressive man, if you know what I mean.

❀ “You seem to enjoy playing with my hair… Is that something I should keep in mind?” Boom. He noticed. And of course, you blushed. Being the curious man he is, Albedo would absolutely pay close attention to your body language… and while he won’t admit it out loud, he’s quite fond of your facial expressions.

❀ The way your eyes soften when you look at him, how you smile without realizing when he explains something complicated… He notices it all—and loves it. Albedo would even take mental (and physical) notes of what makes you react.

Not because he sees you as an experiment, but because he’s never felt something quite like this before. So naturally, he treats it the way he approaches anything that fascinates him—carefully, thoroughly, and always with the intent to ensure you’re comfortable.

❀ He wouldn’t seek physical contact... directly. But he’s clever, and he’d find ways to make you initiate it without even realizing. If he catches you looking at his lips, he’d lean in just slightly. If you do the same, he’d tilt his head a bit more—and before you know it, you’re kissing him.

❀ His hands would start on your cheeks, gentle and deliberate. But if things escalate and you end up on top of him, his hands would move to your waist—holding you close, but never forcing. Like I said, this man is hyper-aware of your reactions, and he would never want to make you uncomfortable.

❀ Also, he wouldn’t deny how much he enjoys the feel of your lips on his, your body pressed against his, your hands tangled in his pale blond hair... or how you reacted when he applied just a bit of pressure to your waist. He didn’t dislike any of it—in fact, he found it quite enjoyable. An experiment he’d very much like to continue... to explore every new reaction and response you give him.

❀ Almost unconsciously, one of his hands would drift to your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt. And if you noticed and got flustered, he’d glance down and say, “Oh—my apologies... Would you like me to move it?” Because, of course, Albedo respects your boundaries. But if you don’t say yes, he’ll leave it there—his thumb slowly stroking your skin, making you acutely aware of his touch. “Shall we continue?” Yeah, that would be exactly what pushes you over the edge—hiding your face in his shoulder, your voice a muffled squeak: “Albedo!”

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You didn’t know how the two of you had ended up in that situation. But you didn’t dislike it either.

Your hands were tangled in his hair—that beautiful, pale blond, always slightly messy hair of his. His bare and ever-efficient hands rested on your thighs... And his lips—Archons, the two of you had kissed before, but you could never get enough. The softness of them, how they responded to yours with equal or even greater intensity when you deepened the kiss.

A sudden clap of thunder made you flinch, breaking the kiss. Both of you were left breathing heavily, staring at one another. His deep blue eyes locked on yours with unwavering intensity. No trace of shyness, just a quiet fire that made your cheeks burn. A faint pink dusted his own.

"Did the thunder scare you?" he asked, his breath brushing your lips, nose grazing yours. You weren’t sure if it was the heat in the room or something else, but your body felt unusually sensitive. So when his thumbs began to draw gentle circles on your thighs, you had to bite your cheek just to keep from making a sound.

He noticed—of course he did—but said nothing.

"A little..." you whispered, voice trembling just enough to betray your flustered state.

Another rumble of thunder made you close your eyes again.

"It's fascinating," his voice brought you back, eyes fluttering open just in time to catch the faint smile playing on his lips. Before you could ask what he meant, he leaned in just a little more. "The way you can be scared and yet look so dangerously cute... I find it intriguing."

Your entire body burned at that. Now it wasn’t just your cheeks—you could feel the heat creeping into your ears too.

"I-I’m not your experiment...!" you replied, shy and breathless.

"I never said that," he replied, lips brushing dangerously close to yours. "But I must admit... your reactions stir my curiosity, even now."

Albedo was being far too honest for your sanity.

"A-Albedo!" you protested—though not truly upset. You loved it. "And what do you mean by—?" you began, only to pause when you caught the faintest smirk tug at his lips, like he had been waiting for you to ask.

"Allow me to show you..."

He kissed you again, deeper this time, though still composed. Controlled. It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless, unable to think straight. One of his hands slid back to your waist, anchoring you close to him. Holding you there, exactly where he wanted you.

"There it is..." he whispered against your lips, sounding pleased—like an experiment had just confirmed his hypothesis.

"W-what...?" you breathed out, confused—until he explained.

"Your eyes," he murmured, gaze locking onto yours. "The way you look at me after we kiss. Your voice, when you're trying so hard not to lose composure. It’s..." He leaned in just a little more, voice dipping lower. "...unreasonably distracting."

Congratulations. You were now incapable of forming words. Entirely flustered. Embarrassed. Because how could he say that so calmly, while your entire system was currently malfunctioning?!

And if you tried to move away? Those pretty hands of his would gently stop you, keeping you right there.

"Wait," he said softly, "please... stay still for me. Just a bit longer."

And really... how could you say no to him?

❀ When it rains... Kazuha enjoys reciting haikus about you. He does it quietly, to himself, while watching the rain and thinking about you—because he's in love, and as a poet, he can’t help but find inspiration in everything that reminds him of you.

❀ So, if you find him and sit quietly beside him, he’ll welcome your presence with a soft smile, both of you simply watching the rain pour. Eventually, his hand will find yours, fingers intertwining gently. He’ll glance at you, and as your cheeks begin to heat from his gaze, he’ll softly recite one of those sweet verses—about you.

❀ Kazuha is gentle, composed, and respectful. But he won't deny that he enjoys the way your face turns red from his words. If he finds you especially adorable, he might lean in to place a small kiss on your cheek, just to tease you—and grin quietly when your ears flush red.

❀ If you don’t mind and the rain isn’t falling too heavily, he’ll take your hand and lead you outside. Hand in hand, walking beneath the drizzle, he’ll stop, gaze into your eyes, kiss you tenderly and whisper: “You are more breathtaking in the rain than any view I’ve seen in all my travels.”

❀ Once the two of you return indoors and change into dry clothes, Kazuha will prepare something warm—most likely tea—and tell you old legends from his homeland, Inazuma. Your favorite becomes the tale of a rain spirit and the traveler who fell in love with it.

❀ Eventually, as the room fills with the warmth of tea and stories, he’ll kiss you again, this time pulling you into his lap. At first, his touch is innocent—gentle hands on your waist, lips softly brushing yours. But little by little, his kisses trail to your neck, his voice dropping to a huskier tone, and his fingers begin to hold you more intentionally.

And you? You’re completely undone. Flustered. Breathless. But you can’t deny that you like it.

[cringesilver]

Just A Scratch

Courage (Linked Universe) X GN!Reader

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Summery: Courage has a bad habit of pushing himself too hard, constantly feeling inferior to the others in the chain despite the fact he does indeed pull his weight. Of course, his reckless habits landed him with a bad wound. Not wanting the others to see him fail at something he boasts about he headed back quietly to ask you for help. Despite being the guide for these travelers in this place the dont recall or remember, here you are playing nurse for Courage once again.

Fluff and Angst | Lot of Awkward Tension | Might add more in the future

Notes: This is my first time posting any of my writing online in public. Usually I just share between friends but for linked universe its a smidge harder, this is very short but I wanna share my writing somehow anyways. There's also BARELY ANYTHING FOR COURAGE ON HERE, so I'd like to help add.

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Great, another problem, another reason to get singled out… I doubt even running before I was caught meant anything… Why me…

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You watched as Courage pouted, looking away as you cleaned around the wound on his arm. A very good solid cut that might need more than a band-aid, to say the least. He'd glance over you after a while, humming in thought. Rather loudly, too. 

“What is it…?” She didn't bother fully looking at him, just focusing on the task at hand. 

“Dunno, just curious-” 

“Curious about what?” 

“Mmmmcurious why you haven't kissed it beeeAAAUGH-” he was cut off by the sudden sting of you applying the cleaning solution to his wound directly. His arm clenching and flexing in your hands as he hissed at the end of his shock. 

“Grow a brain, when will you learn your little sly questions won't work on me?” You raised an eyebrow at him. Watching him settle down and shoot a glare at you. 

“Well excuse me for trying- least I don't rub- acid in your wounds when you say no!” 

“Just because you take it like a champ doesn't make it any less annoying…” shed give your words weight with a pause. Watching his expression soften almost reluctantly before you tended to his wound again. 

The silence was deafening, but nice considering Courage was quite the chatterbox. At the same time it felt strange, you peeked up at him, staring at you. His expression was unclear, a hint of confusion or concern maybe. Even if you were looking at him, his next words startled you. 

“Why are you so patient with me?” You blinked in confusion, him interrupting you before you could even speak. “You say I'm annoying all the time… in all honesty, you could've just not helped me. Be it now or any other time you have.” 

“Am I not allowed to just help out??” 

“Theres helping out then theres being oddly trolerable-” he squinted at you, you glared back in confusion.

“Excuse me? We’re scrutinizing how people act now mister ‘flirt every 5 seconds’??” 

“I’m just wondering why you even stay around me!” he interrupted with a bit of a raised voice. The air grew thick as if hard to breath, you both looked away in unison from each other. “I’m not a stranger to people just flat out ignoring me. My own Zelda was very used to doing that. Just coming to me for chores and work… You however go out of your way to help me…”

“You're injured, I can’t just sit to the side and do nothi-”

“I can very easily heal my own wounds, especially on my arms. You know that…” After your words had been cut off, silence filled the room again. Eventually, you’d huff, almost tossing his arm to the side as you came to a stand. Looking down at him with a strange mix of anger and embarrassment.

“Then you do it- the less I have to attend to a meat head like you, the better.” You flicked the rag onto his face, he yelped lightly from the action. As you turned and walked away, you’d hear him call out to you till you slammed the door close.

You don't know why your heart was racing. It felt so stupid, unreasonable. All you were doing was helping, healing him since he stupidly went into the battle and acted like a reckless idiot. So why was it weird when he pointed it out? Why did it feel like an attack on you, your actions, when he mentioned how you stayed despite calling him “annoying”? It made you feel embarrassed, like you were caught doing something you shouldn’t. 

You don't care for his flirts, never have. You made sure to take the chances to stay far away from the possible battle fields to avoid the typical “Kiss me as my reward”, “Saved you again, kiss me”, so many others, you lost the other variations under a few hundred more. Sure they were annoying, but at the same time he was oddly charming over it. In a stupid way. Stubbornly, your heart fluttered, remembering the countless times. You couldn't help but let out a groan of frustration as you went into your shared room with Wind at the inn. Flopping onto the bed and muffledly screaming into the mattress. 

Courage was sitting there awkwardly, his mind swirling with so much that it was almost overwhelming. He let out a sad huff. He took the rag and did the cleaning himself. Slow with his emotions, like a pouty dog almost. He’d move to get the wrapping, starting to wrap the wound once it was cleaned. Almost glaring at it as if it was the one that opened its dumb mouth to ask questions, not him. He couldn't help but lecture himself in his head, he should've kept his mouth shut. Once he was done he haphazardly put everything away, shoving the sleeve of his shirt down to cover the bandages. Walking around the inn to possibly look for you. He felt a sorry was needed after his blind impulsive actions. 

Yes, he wanted to know why you bothered with his presence, but he shouldn't have asked that way. At least he doesn't think he should have? He just doesn't know. There was all those times he messed with Zelda in the past, being stubborn on purpose. But it started to feel weird the more you rejected him. He had already slowed down on his pestering because of it, and part of him wondered if you had noticed. But the more genuine he got with his words, the more it somehow stung when you said no. This was new, even for him. No, he didn't like it one bit. He wasn't used to his heart aching so much, sure he’d think about a few ladies here and there. But you? You lingered in his brain so much that it was like your own form of annoying. While he pesters you in real life you pester him in his head. It was getting to the point of being concerning for the hero, considering this was all new for him.

He had paused once he stepped in front of your inn room door. He didn’t wanna go as far as to check in there, if you were in there, you'd probably wanna be left alone for all he knows. At the same time though, his need to apologize to calm whatever he was feeling in his chest felt more important. After one last sneer at himself, not liking how that thought sounded so selfish of him. He knocked on the door. 

You jumped slightly from the sudden knock. Just as you were going to get up from the bed to answer, you paused, glaring at the wood barrier.

“Who is it?” you sat up as you spoke. Meanwhile on the other side Courage felt at a loss. Like he regretted even disturbing you.

“It’s me- listen- please im-”

“I don't want to hear it Courage. If you still need help maybe don't say you can just do it yourself.”

“Wait, please! Please, I just wanted to say sorry!” was that desperation in his voice. That was new for you, it caused you to almost instinctively get up. Gently cracking the door open to see him. He looked down at you, the embarrassment very clear on his face. Even if a hand was clapped over his mouth, the tips of his ears practically glowed. It caused you to avert your own gaze from being flustered. Your heart fluttering stupidly again. 

“Sorry for what exactly. You just spoke your mind..”

“For insulting your abilities- I guess.. And questioning you like that it was wrong of me.” wrong of him? That was strange to hear from him too. When you looked up your eyes locked with his. It was strangle unsettling. Like this was the first time you had ever held eye contact with him at all. You were scared your own ears were glowing. 

“Apology accepted- seeing as it's the first time you’ve ever apologized..”

“You say that like it was bad…”

“Something like that can be debated… but… I appreciate it…” the silence between you two as your gazes stayed locked, was everything under the sun, awkward. He let out a huff as you took his arm, lifting the sleeve slightly to check his work. “How does it feel- is it ok?..”

“It- its fine.. Really… I managed.” he grew startled from your sudden movement. Watching your hands as your fingers grazed over the wrapping carefully. “Does it meet your standards nurse?”

You let out a huff, unable to resist the slight smile creeping on your face. Looking up at him you could see him flash a cheeky, innocent grin. You rolled his eye, letting go his arm as if to drop it.

“Yes, it does weirdo… I forgot you've had to bandage yourself before.” you let out a sigh, relaxing, trying to ignore you fast paced heart in your chest. Just as you were going to say something Courage cut you off almost awkwardly.

“I- have to ask.. Should I stop?” you paused, giving him a confused look. “I.. should I stop being i dunno… stupid? Flirting like a jerk basically. Because if it bugs you I don’t- wanna do that.. Despite my actions, I do genuinely care about you- your feelings I mean.. So…” your heart was pounding so hard in your chest, it was like it was all you could hear minus his words. Why was he even asking this? Why now of all times, here of all places? The moment it hadn’t felt awkward his stupid mouth made it awkward again. He grew more and more concerned from your silence as it went on. “Uh… if I uhm, asked a stupid question you can… make fun of me now… hello?...”

You shook your head, a hand holding it slightly as you looked down at the floor.

“Courage- can I ask what caused you to ask that?”

“W.. well I said why I- well you see uncomfortable when I ask, I guess? You get annoyed, for good reason. If it's genuinely something you want me to stop I'll doing it I swear-”

“But- it's… have…” it was getting worse and worse, his heart was sinking into his stomach. Now he was getting confused by his own words. “I… don't know courage?? I just don't-”

“F-forget I asked then. I retract my question.”

“Well I never said that-” you shot your gaze back at him, you could see him huff in almost panic as he rolled his eyes.

“What do you want me to do then!? You're getting more and more confusing, this sorta thing is… important.. To me…” what is he even saying!? You could feel your heart almost stop for a solid second, his own face faltered in concern as if he could see you stumble slightly. 

“What are you insinuating here Courage??”

“I-I’m not insinuating anything!” he waved his hands defensively. “Please- I just want to make sure I'm not somehow hurting you.. I-I realized how stupid I keep being, I mean, I made you stomp off. Even if- I… dunno, am a meat head, I still care about you-”

“Do you not hear yourself!?” you stepped back from the door, this was almost scary. He grew even more confused at your action. He tried being upfront for once and you seemed to be acting as if he was saying unspeakable evil. He let out a groan as his hands came up to rub his face in frustration. 

“I DO AND I'M STARTING TO THINK I SHOULD CUT OUT MY OWN TONGUE-”

“Guardian!?” Both of you jumped, looking down the hall. That was Time’s voice. Courage himself felt his heart sink now past the floor. He swallowed his nerves as he started to walk off down the hall.

“C-courage come back-”

“No- just… think about my question. I dunno- give an answer later or something.. I.. need to make sure it doesn’t look like I ran from battle…” 

He walked out of view, you standing there awkwardly. Nervously. You didn't know what to think or do. His words felt like a strange half confession. Why was he asking about his stupid, nonsensical flirts? It's not like he ever meant them, but did you ever act truly hurt or annoyed by them? You never were, so you almost hoped you didn’t. At the same time, why were you even hoping if that was the case, if he just stopped, everything would be better, right? You wouldn't have to deal with it anymore, at least. So why..

Why did your heart hurt at the thought of him stopping..

[silentauthor96]

Thinking about how Hayato has had multiple opportunities to play for better baseball clubs and always refuses

Thinking about how he currently cuts his baseball playing time in order to spend more time in the daycare with his brother and the kids

Thinking about Hayato watching his dad leave, choosing his own stubbornness over their family

Thinking about how Hayato's father doesn't even publicly acknowledge the fact that Hayato and Taka are his sons or that he has kids

Thinking about how despite how he talks about (and to) Taka, Hayato steadfastly refuses to even consider not being there for his mom and his brother

Thinking about how no matter how much his mother and brother irritate him and inconvenience him and honestly drive him crazy, Hayato will never abandon his family the way his father did

Thinking about how, no matter what he says, when Hayato has to choose between baseball and Taka between anything and Taka, the answer is always

Taka

[opiopal]

yall wanna know something I think abt a lot? teenage/ little sibling mc au's. Mc gets brought down to the devildom at like 15-16 yr, obviously there is zero romance and instead they just get kinned as the 8th sibling in the HOL.

you guys wanna know what else I think of a lot? little sibling Mc being an agent of chaos when their found family trope isnt paying attention.

I can't help but imagine that once mc is kinned they get crazy spoiled. not spoiled rotten but they know they can get away with a LOT because they're now seen as the cute youngest that doesnt know any better. but obviously they do since they are a teenager who knows how the world works.

and I mention the agent of chaos thing is because they were already attending highschool before hand, so they quickly notice how highschoolish RAD feels, so they were able to jump into the social ring a lot faster then regular Mc. and thus have the ability to get information from people who trust them/like them. so it ends up being useful to them. and now to my leading point: imagine a sort of friendship with Mephisto. its really more like, a symbiotic relationship. they are around each other for a reason. and that reason is RADs newpaper club.

it first started out with Mc staying after at RAD with lucifer to help with a few things, eventually Mc was put in a random room to hang out in after they did all that they could. which turned out to be the room for the newspaper club. after a while they get bored because their D.D.D died and they snagged a paper that was meant for the next day. eventually Mephisto enters the room, goes to tell them to leave which quickly they say "Dia told me I can be in here, if you have a problem with what the lord wants you could always go tell him that!" which shut him up fast. a good couple of minutes go by before the silence is broken by Mc speaking up and going, "You know, this is kinda boring." offended, he whips around, "excuse me?"

"theres nothing interesting here. interviews.. talking about things that everyone already knows about.. like, I could google half this junk." "I- well what would you know!?" "a lot actually. you dont appeal to any of the students here."

he glares for second before inhaling slowly, remembering that diavolo might be nearby.

"oh yeah? as if you could do better." "I could actually," "well i would love to hear it then."

he says sarcastically. though Mc speaks anyways.

mc adjusts how they were sitting and scans over the paper for a second.

"a gossip section would do it good." "what?" "come on dude, its non-sports club 101, if you want people to pay attention to you, you need to appeal to them. I was in theater for a while and we'd bribe people with free food if they sat through the whole show. this place loves drama. and lucifer being drawn riding on a unicorn isn't funny enough to get more then one person to buy it."

slowly they start talking a bit more casually and stop being so hostile. eventually Mc says that they could tell him the gossip they hear if he wants to make a part in the paper for said gossip. so, from then on they slip notes to him about student drama. which does indeed get more papers told!

though one day, someone pisses Mc off. not really that they were the one insulted, but they heard a few demons talking shit about their older brothers. so for the next week Mc takes a good amount of notes on those demons. which eventually they go to Mephisto with their notes and gave them to him. when he questions why these particular demons, he's met with a very angry "if those cunts want to talk shit and not mind their business then why shouldn't their own business get talked about." for a moment he wants to press further... but unfortunately for him he found himself actually caring about this human very much so he couldn't help but just want to make them feel better... and this much of a consititant story would draw people in so its totally not that he kinned this kid as well, totally!! so for about two weeks the gossip section has an ongoing story that causes nearly the whole school to get a paper to stay updated.

of course every bit of gossip uses code names to keep people from being outed on anything. and honestly some of the gossip might end up being people bringing it to the newspaper club themselves, so maybe a small confessions page ends up being opened.

obviously this is something a little cracked, and just a not very thought out thing that exists bc it makes me giggle when I'm daydreaming before I fall asleep<3 and honestly I wouldn't be surprised if there was already a gossip section in the school papers, but unfortunately I was never ever able to make it past the first few lessons of session 2 of obey me, which sucks:/

[ihopesocomicask]

HELLOOOO! I actually wanted to send this ask a week before but ig tumblr decided it was the best time to shadowban the blog :( Anyways before I say something I love love LOVE your comic and the character writing, it actually helped a lot on writing my characters too! I’m currently trying to put up a webcomic script that also tackles ableism and abuse with those characters, but I was worried about something you guys pointed out in the MP analysis video. Specifically, the idea that the way Nothing is literally rigged against the narrative and gets tossed at in every direction is not at all empowerment for disabled characters, and is what can be most likely summarized into “trauma/suffering pxrn for plot”. The fact that you guys are VERY RIGHT makes me kinda worried because I also have a disabled character who is abused by their family in their childhood, but is shown to be perfectly capable and does overcome the influence of their abusive family eventually. The REAL problem would be that after all that character development, I’m…killing them. Yeah. I can’t even remove it bc this will act as a point of an “everything goes downhill from here” moment and is CRUCIAL to the plot. I’d been thinking about it ever since I saw your analysis and if this event will just, quote on quote, “…a message that - regardless of your limitations - you can achieve just as much as anyone else and, for the majority of its run, it repeatedly rams the counterargument down your throat.” Not repeatedly, I suppose, since you can’t kill someone twice, but still, I do think killing a character after all that development might not be good. The fact that I AM partially doing this for the plot does not make it better, and now I’m wondering if this will end up conveying a message that is Not Very Good like how MP did. I’ve been thinking about this for a while and it would be a honor for me to get your points of view about this. Sorry for the long-ass question, and I wish both of you the best of luck. Love you two!

Oh hey, I remember your ask and yes, Tumblr did indeed eat it. That's another symptom of the shadowban, I'm afraid. Tumblr shall render any asks in your inbox invisible and therefore you cannot answer them. We sincerely apologise for that. oof First of all, thank you so so much for your kind words concerning the comic and our characters. That's super sweet to hear. Now to your question. An important thing to point out - and what we shall keep pointing out until we're blue in the face - is that My Pride was sold as an inspirational, empowering story to the disabled and promised a story where the disabled main rises above her oppressive society.

Which... never happens.

The narrative kinda tries to do that with story beats such as Nothing fighting Quickmane despite only being a kid, her 'chosen one' subplot and - more infamously - Feather's speech.

But it very much feels like it's going through the motions that all "pro-disability" media that has been criticised in the past goes through. Whatever progress Nothing makes always has to be undone by the plot kicking her in the groin. Her final battle against Fire is a major example of this: not only does the plot demand she lose her brother - one of the few characters that truly cared for her - but it also demands she get her ass kicked, even though there was no reason for her to have lost the fight aside from her being disabled.

And that's one of my major issues with My Pride: it reels you in with its seemingly empowering plot and some choice quotes that do not reflect the full script and then it ultimately offers nothing but a depressing ride. Now, to the secondary issue of 'is it bad to depict ableism in your story'? Despite what people of a certain online persuasion might try and say, our issues with My Pride is NOT because the show has ableism in it and no, Tribble is not automatically an ableist because she has ableism in her story. She is an ableist because she put on a front of being an ally to physically disabled individuals and then presumed to know better than us whenever criticism was given while writing ableist tripe and presenting it as empowering.

That's literally it.

So, no, having ableism by itself in your story is not a bad thing on its own. It's how you ultimately handle the topic and present it that plays a part. I'd have a lot to say if you were presenting this story as a form of escapism for disabled readers, but that doesn't appear to be the case. As for the subject of your disabled character being killed off: I think you really need to stop and ask yourself what kind of story you wish to tell.

Naturally, this also depends on the type of story you wish to tell. For example, is it a tragedy where everybody in the cast is treated the same and they all encounter hardship or is this just specific to your disabled character? You need to be straightforward with your genre.

Why does this disabled character have to overcome all obstacles just to die in the end? You mentioned it's 'for the sake of the plot' and acknowledge that this on its own isn't really a good reason for making such a decision.

I agree with you. It just sounds like a bit of a letdown and actually very soap opera-esque to do this purely for plot reasons. And I don't mean 'soap opera-esque' in the essence that it's cheap or lowbrow. I mean that this is the kind of thing that soap operas do when an actor doesn't renew their contract, has no intention of returning and they therefore have to kill off their character.

It's just very obvious and on-the-nose, if that makes sense? And it's something that disabled people have seen many times in media.

And what's more, it's done because there's often no choice outside of replacing the actor. Whereas you do have the opportunity to explore other options and ways to tweak your plot, especially when you already sound uncomfortable with this development anyway. Not just because of what we say but because you personally see a point in what we say. I don't know the ins and outs of your story and you shouldn't have to share it for me to get it but, from what little you've told me, I'd personally be rooting for this character to not have their struggles be all for nothing as an audience member. And this actually reminds me of a trick that Richard Adams pulled when it came to the ending of The Plague Dogs. Snitter and Rowf were destined to die. However, because we as the reader naturally willed them to live as we followed their journey and bonded with them: Adams decided to have the dogs fished out of the water and have their happy ending. Because we as the audience willed that into existence without us even realising because of how real Adams made these characters.

What I'm saying is that - sometimes - going for the most obvious and 'cliche' ending can often be the most creative choice, depending on the type of audience you're trying to appeal to and the type of characters you write and how exactly you write them. You're already writing about real issues that affect real people, so your writing shall evoke a deep connection from your audience. Take advantage of that but also reward your audience for their perseverance rather than trying to make your audience feel a certain way through cheap means (i.e. through shocking moments that seemingly come out of nowhere). You don't need to fall back on a shocking twist to make your plot interesting. You're already there with the abuse storyline, in my honest opinion. I appreciate that the depiction of abuse has been watered down by media but - trust me - it is still a topic that - if handled correctly - can evoke certain emotions that a character death often cannot. Anyway, I'm very sorry this got extremely long. I really hope my rambling was helpful to you, anon, and I wish you the best of luck with your story! c: - RJ

[rocketbaby]

Smoker!Adult Izuku x reader

Izuku is 22+

- chapter 1.

You'd think that Izuku Midorya would be a sweet little thing who always tries to be as healthy as possible but this man is a ball of stress. He started smoking not that long ago. He got forced to try out a cigarette once by some dumb friend of his and since then he kinda caught a liking for it.

He now uses smoking to release his stress. I mean,he had all the motives to do so, could you really blame him? He lost his quirk after the war and he ended up a teacher which is honestly exhausting.. dealing with teens is not easy at all.

Izuku would often go outside during the breaks between his classes and light up a cigarette (or two if he has enough time). He also became a cocky little shit because he knows damn well he looks good. Even if he no longer trains as a hero he still hits the gym regularly, growing in his physical appearance. He's aware that people find him attractive,that's what got him so cocky.

Obviously he knew that his habit was unhealthy but the poor thing went through so much that he got to a point where he didn't care too much about how this was affecting his health. He just needed a way to cope and the cigarettes are having a calming effect on him.

He sat down on a bench,just watching some students play football in the school's sports field. He looked so..worn out?? He probably didn't get a lot of sleep last night(he didn't).

Poor izuku is so tired,he really did try his best to fall asleep , promise ! But he just failed so miserably and he even noticed that he could barely focus on his lessons today.

He sighs as he places his cig back in between his lips, taking in a puff and then exhaling it. The smoke spreads around for a bit before disappearing quickly. Surprisingly,this man has some soft and pigmented lips. They were such a pretty shade of pink,who wouldn't stare at them all day?

Izuku slightly lifts his head up as he notices someone approaching. Were they approaching him? His eyes try to focus a little more, taking in your facial features and your physique. Oh yeah, he knew who you were! I mean..not really,he just saw you around the school a few times but he definitely knew your face.

He takes out the cigarette from his mouth, holding it in between his two fingers as he takes notice of how close you're getting to him,how your eyes are fixated on him. So you are indeed approaching him. His mind started wandering a little,as it always does. What would you want from him anyway? He rarely talks to anyone around the school except for Aizawa, All Might and a few other colleagues of his that used to be his teachers. But you? Yeah he saw you around the school surely,but he didn't personally know you,so what business do you have with him?

As you get closer to him, you just stop in your tracks, standing in front of him. Your eyes wander down to his face, admiring his facial features for a bit. He looked so tough,you could easily tell that he went through a lot without even knowing about his past...but he also looked somewhat pretty? You shake away your thoughts, looking him in the eyes now.

"Izuku Midorya, right?" You asked

He raised an eyebrow as you talked, curious about you. So you knew who he was? I mean yeah he did indeed defeat shigaraki in the war and he became somewhat known.

"That's right" he replies back,his voice sounding slightly sore from all the smoke. He places his cigarette back between his lips and inhales once again.

"Alright well first of all, smoking is not good for you,at all. It's pretty shitty if you ask me,you should throw away the cig. Second of all I just wanna introduce myself" you hold out your hand "I'm [name]"

Izuku slightly frowns. Who do you think you are, telling him what's good for him and what's not? He gives you a weird glance but he eventually shakes your hand with a firm grip. His hands were strong,you could tell. You glanced down at his scars,they looked so cool..but izuku quickly let go of your hand. His back leans against the bench he was sitting on.

"Right..and you're here because?" He asked you bluntly, throwing his cigarette away,not because he cares about his health and what you said but because he thinks it's disrespectful to blow out smoke around people while having a conversation. He assumed that you might not like the smell of it.

You chuckle slightly at his blunt words,gotta admit you didn't expect him to be cheeky with you. "I see you smoking here every day and I'm just curious about you. I wanted to know why you're smoking. It's pretty shitty to do that,it's messing up your lungs,you know?

He gives you a mean look, raising an eyebrow at what you said. Really? That's your reason for approaching him? How sweet of you. He tries to hold back and not rolls his eyes at you.

If you were here to scold him on his smoking he's not interested in continuing this conversation. He sighs

"look..the reason I smoke shouldn't be any of your concern,I don't see how it's affecting you?"

He tells you,still looking at you with a weird glance. He didn't like you too much... thinking you can just jump in and comment on what he's doing. Who even are you? He doesn't know if you're also a teacher here or if you're just a hero sticking around for a bit? It's weird.

As you try to keep a conversation with him,you take notice that he's not interested in what you have to say to him. He's so mean! Why is he so mean,you just wanted to be friends! You eventually just let him be and leave, walking inside the school building.

The next time you two meet is pretty random. You were in a club not very far from your place and surprisingly izuku was there too.What the hell was a teacher doing in a club? You spot him just sitting down in a chair, sipping on his drink. You didn't know he drinks..but at the same time it's not that surprising taking in consideration he also smokes.

His green curls fall over his face, covering his eyes just a bit. You see his Adam apple moving slightly when he drinks,God he was so beautiful. Izuku could feel he was being watched,it made his stomach feel weird and it gave him an uneasy feeling. His eyes wander around the club for a bit, trying to spot who the hell is watching him.

Eventually his eyes meet yours. He stares at you for a bit, processing who you are. His face slightly frowns at the sight of you.

- chapter 2 coming soon, check out my master list

[zukosdualdao]

Thoughts on what the Gaang would call Iroh post canon? Toph obviously would stick with Gramps, but I'm not sure about the others. I feel like just calling him Iroh might be too informal, but I don't know that any of them would feel close enough to call him Uncle for a good while yet. (Other than Zuko, of course.) There's always General Iroh, but I think that's a title he'd like to put behind him. I cannot remember for the life of me how any of them address him the few times they're all together.

ooh so what i remember of the instance in canon of the gaang referring to him:

sokka calls him iroh when detailing the plan to rescue katara and zuko and try to take down the dai li in tcod, and katara calls him general iroh in sozin’s comet. there might be some other instances (i feel like i remember at least one instance of aang referring to him by name but i could be wrong), but mostly i remember them calling him “your uncle” whenever zuko brought him up in the latter half of book three.

with that in mind:

sokka still definitely calls him iroh. onlookers might indeed find this too casual, but neither of them care, lmao. though he would do just do this anyway, part of it is because of iroh's history, and while i think sokka does trust by the end of canon and especially post-canon that he is a changed man, his pragmatism insists on that distance a little bit. but i also think they come to quite like, understand, and respect each, though sokka still just calls him iroh because he would prefer to just refer to people by their names in general. this works out for iroh, who would much rather people call him by his name or an affectionate moniker than any sort of official title these days.

i think katara might still refer to him as general iroh directly proceeding post-canon (she means, as i believe she did in sozin's comment, it as a reference of respect to iroh's actions trying to make up for his past wrongs, a la leading the battle to take back ba sing se with the white lotus.) he eventually tells her that she doesn't have to, though. it's a gradual switch, as she still catches herself doing it a lot, and though she wouldn't be the first one in the gaang to do so, she'd probably occasionally call him uncle iroh as they come to know each other, but mostly calls him iroh.

does toph call him gramps in canon? i don't remember, but if so, ADORABLE, and regardless, i can totally see it. he does not mind this at all, he gets that it's an Affectionate Nickname. if they're in a more formal setting that calls for something (like a summit or something) she might call him iroh, but really, it's mostly gramps.

i think aang might call him general or even prince iroh - mostly because it stood out to me that he called hakoda 'chief hakoda' when meeting him - but the second iroh says he doesn't have to, it's all uncle iroh all the time! (he is the first, outside of zuko, to call him that.)

i think suki would probably stick to iroh for a long time, mostly because she didn't know him very well in canon, but once she and iroh do grow to know each other well enough, she might use uncle iroh occasionally.

i have to include my buddy zuko, even though we know he mostly calls iroh 'uncle'. he does sometimes still call him uncle iroh, which we see a couple of times (esp in book one i think) in the show, but that's mostly just in casual settings. one notable thing is that NO ONE is allowed to call iroh just Uncle like zuko does. that's his uncle, excuse. (no one ask me or zuko to explain why it's different when they call him uncle iroh. it just is.) though this is entirely unspoken. aang tries this once and receives a glare from zuko so strong that he refers to him only as "zuko's uncle iroh" for a month straight, including to iroh's face. lmao.

[pomplalamoose]

DILF Luke headcanons / story draft pt. 2

🌹modern day AU🌹

A/N: Guess who's back with more dilf Luke content!🤠 Thank you SO so much for liking the first part as much as you did🫶🏻 I hope you'll enjoy this second part as well!

part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5

• his possessiveness isn't something he allows to be seen on the outside

• he is aware that he has no right to call you his own, even though he desperately wants to

• but you're so much younger than he is and, above all, have grown to become his child's best friend

• he does not want to take you away from them

• nor does he want to cause an awkward situation that might threaten to break your friendship

• and while objectively speaking all three of you are adults, he still views himself as the one that should be the most responsible

• this however won't stop him from thinking about you basically every minute of the day

• maybe he can't have you but nobody said anything about not buying you little presents here and there and offering his help whenever he can

• he wholeheartedly enjoys the way you are unable to hide your blush of excitement when he surprises you with a pretty necklace or a new pair of earrings

• he loves to hear your weak little protests and how easily he can make them fizzle out with a soft smile and the gentle promise that no, it wasn't expensive at all

• no, he isn't just getting you things out of the blue

• just take a look at the calendar, soon it's Christmas!

• soon it's your birthday!

• it's the beginning of summer!

• you have known each other for a year now!

• he always finds a reason

• of course you make sure to always wear his gifts too, they're beautiful and well chosen, matching your style perfectly

• oh how his heart sings whenever he can be a witness to it

• everyone is supposed to see and know that he was the one who got them for you

• it's his secret way of claiming you, of making sure to tell everyone else that you're taken, that someone already has their eyes on you

• if it wasn't for your lovely smell he would have liked to buy you a perfume to wear as well

• meanwhile you are absolutely clueless and think nothing of it, surely he's just being extra nice because he's finally used to your presence in his household?

• maybe he wants to make up for how he acted before?

• similarly your friend doesn't think it's weird either, after all that's just how he is, you know?

• he cares so much for the people in his live and of course he'd eventually come around to liking you a lot too

• after all, how could he not? You're around his house most of your free time

• secretly you are a little bit disappointed

• it may be foolish to hope for your friend's father to have taken an interest in you but your heart isn't interested in common sense

• I think you'd struggle admitting to yourself that you have a crush though

• he's your friend's father

• how would this work anyways?

• nevertheless your attraction stays

• it's the only thing you don't dare to talk to your friend about

• in your day dreams you fantasize about his big hand resting on your thigh while he drives and find yourself wishing for it to travel just a little bit higher

• you feel giddy with barely concealed nervousness whenever he touches you, hoping that this time he will make a move

• he never does

• and never does his touch find you outside of his car

• See? This gesture is altogether innocent, you tell yourself

• after all he never comes this close to you in any other situation and yet...

• "oh, he's being such a dad!", your friend says when you ask them about it

• "he keeps his hand near me as well so he can easily catch me when he needs to abruptly hit the brakes"

• and they're right, Luke does indeed reach out with his right arm to stabilize your upper body whenever he slows down the car

• still, his hand isn't just conveniently near to do so, it's literally on you during the whole ride

• maybe you've failed to mention that exact fact to your friend though

• you are conflicted and confused and eventually, despite your stupid heart insisting to speed up whenever you see him, decide to let it go

• from an outside perspective nothing about your relationship changes

• you continue to spend much of your free time with your friend

• their father further upholds his offer and drives you home at night

• every time, without fail, does he hold on to you

• and despite this going on for a long while you are none the wiser

• you are still uncapable to read his emotions

• you have not the slightest of clues about what goes on inside of him

• you remain in the dark about his past

• in many aspects he is more of a mystery to you now than he used to be when all you knew was his name

• yes, his demeanor has softened towards you

• but regardless there are certain moments in which you catch yourself being slightly frightened of him

• just like at the beginning

• your friend never mentions the peculiarities he puts on display and so you keep silent as well

• not seldomly does he get a call from work during dinner and while he always leaves the room, too polite to answer the phone at the table, you still are able to overhear how sharp and commanding his voice turns

• you seriously struggle to meet his gaze when he returns after

• sometimes during car rides, you try to make small talk

• you always mean well

• you want to pick up a topic you had earlier that day or to ask about a recipe he made for you and your friend

• maybe this way you'd get him to spend more time with you?

• but often his grip will grow hard enough to bruise

• it catches you off guard every time and when you squeak in pain he throws you a quick sideway glance, loosening his hand immediately

• he never speaks nor lets go of you completely, although his thumb will be rubbing soothing circles into your leg in silent apology

• should you try to initiative a conversation again after, he might answer; though in such a clipped way it shuts you up soon enough

• more often he'll simply shake his head, asking you to remain silent

• the first time you spend a night at your friend's house you feel as if there were a pair of hungry eyes watching your every move

• there is absolutely no reason for anybody to do so though, and nobody around that would have a reason to anyways

• and yet...

• of course you wouldn't mind Luke noticing the pretty top you chose to wear, the one who's neckline goes just a little bit lower than usual

• though unfortunately he seems to be very distracted and never looks your way

• so you simply strike it up to be your nerves and lively imagination; staying in a foreign place is always exciting after all

• staying with a handsome older man even more so

• as a matter of fact, however, Luke's eyes never leave you and as it gets late it takes all he has to restrain himself from snatching you away and dragging you to his own room

• you're lovely on a normal day but look absolutely ravishing in your soft pajamas

• the knowledge you won't be far away for a whole night being all too tantalizing

• maybe you are wearing short pants and so there are some faint bruises visible around your left knee

• ironically you're not aware of their existence, yet it's one of the first things Luke catches sight of and it makes him feel some kind of way

• not only are you wearing his necklace but clearly showing off what he did to you as well

• he likes it a lot, even though not the way in which they came to be

• so while you're contemplating slight paranoia he eventually has to remove himself from your immediate vicinity

• it's not becoming to lust after a young woman during late night dinner

• and the fact that you are afraid to get lost in unknown rooms in the dark doesn't help either

• your friend thinks it's hilarious and discusses it at length

• "the house won't swallow you whole because you take a wrong turn once"

• "it's only a little portion of the rooms you haven't been to yet, stop worrying!"

• "you're not prone to sleepwalking why and how would you even end up there?"

• good humoredly Luke laughs along at his kid's and your bickering but has to discreetly change his seating

• his pants grow uncomfortably tight at the thought of you accidentally walking into his bedroom

• he knows he doesn't have the strength not to make a move

• suddenly he sees himself demanding a kiss or making you beg to let you leave again

• he has to excuse himself early

• your friend and you are listening to a voice message some random guy from university/your job sent you, their father is in hearing distance but you think nothing of it

• innocently and rather excited you start talking and giggling about it, you can't believe he asked you out!

• when all of a sudden Luke gets up and leaves abruptly without a word

• you freeze and are immediately upset

• did you do something wrong? Maybe used a word or expression he didn't like? Is he angry?

• your friend just shrugs their shoulders and continues as if nothing happened but you can't stop thinking about the cold gaze he threw your way

• for the first time since meeting him he doesn't say goodbye or offers a drive home when you have to leave

• later your parents ask why your face is stained with tears, yet you can't give them an answer

• little do you know his anger was not directed at you but at the little boy who dared to show his interest in you

• he didn't even mean to listen and now has only himself to fault for the raging jealousy raising its ugly head

• additionally he's furious and ashamed at himself for his feelings

• his usually endless patience simply vanished into thin air at the prospect of another getting the chance he's been dreaming about for over a year

• he's acting like a teenager and he hates it

• he desperately needed to rein himself back in, he needed air

• and so he made a run for it, afraid to accidentally leave his anger out on you

• had he known what his disappearance caused, he would have acted differently

• you never went out with the guy who sent the message

• you are hesitant to return after what happened, despite your longing to go back and somehow fix your mistake

• whatever its is you did, you have the urge to throw yourself down at his feet and ask for forgiveness

• you don't even care for what you would be apologizing

• you could text him if course, he gave you his number, remember?

• but you don't dare to

• your friend repeatedly assures you that everything is fine and keeps passing on their father's greetings and inquiries about your person

• nobody is mad at you and least of all him

• so eventually you give in, despite feeling quite anxious about it

• to make it worse you receive a message when you arrive that your friend is still stuck in traffic and that it might take them a while

• "my dad will let you in though, no worries"

• all of a sudden you feel very much like your lungs stopped working, you are panicking and seriously consider turning around to leave

• but of course Luke knows you are coming and of course he knows the exact time as well

• he has opened the door before you can fully make up your mind on whether to wait outside or to ring the doorbell

• your words fail you

• just the sight of him makes your heart soar

• he greets you nicely enough and asks you to come in

• "it's great to see you again, it's been a while"

• however it's not like it used to be before

• something feels different

• and quickly you realize: parts of his walls came back up

• the realization chokes you

• Luke senses you're upset and despite vowing to keep his distance once and for all can't hold back from asking if everything is okay

• of course it's not

• and the way his gaze softens into familiarity is too much for you to take

• you leave to go home without waiting for your friend, instead telling them you were feeling quite ill all of a sudden

• it's not even a lie

• Luke knows exactly what just happened but forces himself to remain firm; it's for the best

• sadly I think this would put a strain on the relationship with your friend too

• you don't exactly grow apart, you're too close for that, but of course they realize there's something going on and your decision not to talk to them about it hurts their feelings

• don't you trust them anymore?

• it's during a dark autumn afternoon that you're caught by a seemingly endless downpour

• you're far from home, you don't have the money to call for a taxi and all your trains got delayed

• you think about your friend; they live near

• but you also know they aren't home, as they're currently visiting family in another part of the country

• their dad however...

• he said to call him whenever, you remember

• but what if he doesn't pick up? What if he doesn't want to see you again?

• maybe he's more willing to help when you're standing in front of him?

• despite your anxiety you have no other choice and so decide to check if he's home

• it's still pouring when you arrive and by now you're soaking wet

• Luke isn't home, probably still at work

• pressing close to the front door you sit down on the steps, trying your best to stay out of the rain

• by the time you see the headlights of Luke's car you start crying from relief

• there is not a single patch of your clothes that remained dry and you're more than freezing cold

• your teeth are chattering and you struggle to move your fingers, let alone your legs

• you hear the car door slam shut and then his steps on the path leading up to you

• he's wearing a black suit

• (this is important because even in your horrible state you are aware how absolutely hot he looks)

• when he spots your huddled together shivering form, he's momentarily at a loss for words

• still crying you raise your eyes to look up at him and for a few short seconds you're afraid he doesn't recognize you

• then his face drops

• he reaches for you, and holding you close, unlocks the door to let you in

• now able to take a proper look, his eyes travel up and down your body while he rids himself of his jacket and runs his hand through his wet hair

• it's like you can see the gears in his brain switching as he draws himself up to his full height

• when he speaks it's in such a stern tone that you can't help but wince

• his following orders are sharp and you have to RUN to follow him as he basically drags you upstairs to the master bathroom

• he tells you to undress as he's already turning on the shower for you

• he's not asking, he's commanding

• "Yes, Mr. Skywalker"

• you're so caught off guard you oblige as fast as you can

• no longer do you dare to call him by his first name

• when he sees you struggling with your frozen limbs, he helps pulling your soaked sweater over your head and assists you in getting out of your jeans before leaving you to yourself

• he informs you he'll be waiting outside

• once you are done he immediately is all over you again

• he tells you exactly what he wants you to wear, puts a pair of extra thick woolen socks on your feet and swaddles you in a blanket like a burrito

• only when you're so tightly wrapped up that you're basically unable to move, does he seem to calm down

• he places you on the big sofa in the living room and makes you a tea

• he towels off your hair while you drink it

• he takes your face in his hands and asks if you're okay

• you nod and then he goes OFF, pacing back and forth in front of you while giving you the lecture of a lifetime

• what in God's name were you thinking to not immediately call him? He would've left work early!

• you could've died walking through this weather by yourself, look at you, you're still shivering!

• you weren't dressed appropriately whatsoever! A car could've run you over, they wouldn't have seen you at all!

• under no circumstances is he allowing you to go home tonight, you're staying here where he can have an eye on you!

• his voice is getting louder with every sentence and then you're crying again

• it takes him a moment to catch himself but then he apologizes

• he asks if you would like to call your parents and hands you back your phone when you nod

• still sniffling you comply

• he remains next to you, listening in closely and throws you a stern look whenever you try to leave something out

• you know he expects you to tell them that you're staying the night too, so you do

• he softens and tells you how good you did once you hang up

• he cooks dinner and insists for you to eat even when you tell him you're not hungry

• he makes you another tea after

• "are you warm enough?"

• there is a lot you want to ask him about but hopefully it can wait for tomorrow

• he offers to accompany you to his child's room so you can go to sleep

• you shyly tell him you'd rather stay downstairs with him, maybe you could watch some TV together?

• after a moment he agrees

• you really wish he'd change out of his work clothes, it's more than distracting

[password-door-lock]

“How are you holding up?” You ask from the doorway. 

You know that you’re talking to Saeran rather than Ray. That much would be obvious from his posture, but the stylish, all-black outfit with its artfully placed chains certainly drives this point home. Therefore, you know that Saeran is at the RFA new years party because he wants to be, and not because he needed to take over for Ray in a sticky situation. Because he left the door ajar, you also know that he’s open to conversation, at least in the theoretical sense. 

“Fine,” says Saeran. Considering that he’s sitting in a dark room in the middle of the RFA party, you’re concerned that there may be more to the situation than that, but you won’t press if Saeran doesn’t want you to. 

Besides, you came here on a mission, and you intend to fulfill it. “I thought you might want some juice.”

“Juice?” Saeran echoes, “Like for a little kid?”

“Um…” You consider your response, studying the metallic label on the bottle. “According to Jumin, it’s very fancy French grape juice? That’s all I know about it. Ray tried it at Christmas.” Granted, it wasn’t his favorite, but you liked it fine when you had it, and Saeyoung is currently on his third or fourth glass. You know that it’s best not to assume that Saeran will share Ray’s opinion. “Maybe you’ll like it more than he did.”

Saeran nods. “Sure,” he says eventually. 

You pass him a glass, pour the juice, and wait for him to take a sip. Though he doesn’t say anything, it’s clear from the second sip he takes that Saeran, unlike Ray, is a fan of fancy grape juice. “Good, right?” You grin at him.

“Hm,” says Saeran. The noise reminds you of a purring cat, which makes your smile widen. “What?” He may be a bit grumpy sometimes, but he can’t fool you.

“You’re cute,” you inform him gently. Then, the second leg of your mission occurs to you. You don’t want to ruin the moment, but this is an important conversation to have. “Um, but listen… the fireworks are about to start, and Ray left his noise cancelling headphones at my place last night; I have them in my bag, so if you’re—”

“I’m not Ray,” Saeran cuts you off. He doesn’t sound particularly mad. 

“Of course not,” you assure him instantaneously. You’re not sure what gave him the impression that you would think otherwise. “I know who you are, Saeran.” 

“What I mean is… He’s not anywhere near right now,” Saeran explains, ignoring your reassurance. “So he won’t hear the sound and get scared. It doesn’t bother me, since I don’t remember… Ugh. You get it.” 

“Oh.” You’re not quite sure what to do with this information. Ray rarely talks about the explosion at Magenta, and Saeran has never brought it up with you before. It’s been years since that happened, and you’re sure that they’ve both discussed it at length with their therapist, but it’s never been any of your business. “Okay. I’m sorry, I was worried—” 

“I’m here because I wanted to see the fireworks,” Saeran informs you bluntly. You know him well enough to understand that he means no offense with his hard tone, and so you do your best not to take any. If he didn’t want to talk to you, he’d get up and walk away. “Otherwise, we’d be at home. I was in here because I thought… the window would be good.” Indeed, this vacant conference room does boast an impressive picture window.

“Oh. Uh, that sounds good. Thanks for telling me.” You know it means a lot for Saeran to open up to you, even about something as small as this. You take a small sip from your own glass of juice. “Do you want to go up to the roof and watch them, then? You’ll be able to see them a lot better, and it’s not dangerous— there’s a high railing.” Saeran shoots you an inquisitive look, and you feel the need to clarify. “Saeyoung and I used to go up there a lot after… well, it just wasn’t the same without you and Ray. It was hard… to enjoy the parties. But anyway, there’s a pretty good view up there, if you wanted to go up.” 

“Mhm.” Saeran holds his hand out, waiting for you to accept the contact before proceeding. Sometimes it’s hard to find the words, but you both know you’re more alike than an outside observer might assume. “Let’s go.”

[yurislilygarden]

I saw you were looking for ideas for Vaggie so I thought I might suggest something?

kinda simple but in the show Vaggie is very protective and also lowkey kinda violent. I definitely think she would not trust reader and the only way she would ever get neutral about it would be through Charlie. If the hotel residents ever want to try and contact reader through the screen (I think you mentioned that as a concept once) or do anything regarding contacting reader I definitely think she’d be the least on board. Vaggie would likely be worried about this hurting Charlie especially since reader seemingly just watches them all the time. Plus if the hotel residents even see how Heaven is reacting to this (the whole idea of reader being like gods sibling or whatever) Vaggie really would hate it even more just cause she hates heaven and it’s principles. Basically she’d be pissed, Charlie would have to convince her to be neutral, she’d worry about reader hurting Charlie or the other hotel residents, and she’d hate the idea of someone watching them suffer (I feel like she’d be initially on team “watching for fun” but after talking with Charlie she might be convinced to be on team “forced to watch”). A lot of Vaggie is going to rely on how Charlie is about it.

sorry this was kinda long and I hope it makes sense

Don't worry anon, it all makes sense <3

The thing with her being unable to trust reader and going anywhere neutral because of Charlie is one of the only things I have written down.💀 She'd be indeed the last on board if the hotel people decided to try and contact the reader in any way (I'm pretty sure that I did mention contacting through screen once if I remember correctly, but I need to go through all he asks again anyway (planning on adding a tag to make them easier to find)). Vaggie would be so against most stuff regarding reader due to being worried about Charlie (and others but they don't need to know shh)

No one should tell her about the heaven ideas in the negative stage because otherwise getting her to neutral would be so goddamn hard (it would nearly throw her back to the negative about reader zone when she finds out about it when being neutral).😭

I also think she would be initially on the team that thinks that reader watches them (suffer) for fun but with Charlie's (and a little bit of the others opinions) she will EVENTUALLY get to the mindset of thinking that reader simply watches out of curiosity and doesn't mean much harm. (She would at one point get to the 'maybe they can't do anything besides watch but I'm still gonna be on guard because what if they can do something else' team lmao)

[inventors-fair]

More than Playable: Typal Runners-Up ~

And our runners-up this week are @feyd-rautha-apologist, @misterstingyjack and @nine-effing-hells!

@feyd-rautha-apologist — Leeches' Kinship

Sometimes when reading these cards I'll go back and look at sets, and this one made me realize that there were indeed quite a few vampires around Strixhaven! If this wasn't intended to be on Strixhaven, well, that's my bad, but that's also what ya get for not including it in your submission. Having a cheap drain effect is pretty awesome, although clever limited players will know that you wouldn't want too many of them in your deck at the expense of creatures. But then, the creatures you get (if they're vampires) will be all the better, so win-win.

Morbid as a Witherbloom mechanic would be more than reasonable, IMO. If there's overlap with the Silverquill folks, that's fun as well, possibly. They do both overlap with vampires! And there's that little sweet spot for where overlap matters, and I think having overlapping subthemes with one small lean makes for a cool draft common that suggests to the players how flexible they can be. I may or may not have talked myself into liking this card a lot more than I did initially but that could also be the Vampire's curse. Hardly matters—I dig this thing and think that it gets one withered thumb pointed right up.

@misterstingyjack — Worldsoul's Boon

What I'm enjoying about the flavor is that most of the elves are assumed to be in white and green, but on Ravnica, there are plenty of Golgari elves, Simic elves, and even a few kickass Gruul elves to boot, and most of the mono/multi white cards wouldn't even come close. I feel that the flavor text itself is a little on the nose, and I'm not sure right now if it's implying that elves are closer to nature or if it's more along the lines of fantasy racism. Convoking is awesome, of course, but just plain attacking is pretty much right along green and white lines, yeah?

That said, if you have a one-mana Elf, turn two adds an additional three power to the board on top of potential lifegain. I feel that this could've definitely been pushed to three mana for that reason alone, and not just because there are a plethora of one-drop elves in any given format that you should keep an eye on. Small notes: 1) I also don't think you needed "then" in the first trigger; 2) Is it just me or is the text on this card really squashed? Anyway, let's back up to the good stuff, because as much as this might suggest typal at first glance, I think it speaks more to Ravnica's diversity in species and the eventual feeling of playing hybrid in a manner that's honestly pretty smooth. Having an Elf is a bonus, not a requirement, but having a creature? That's all that matters in the end. Just gotta have the RIGHT creature. Neat design and unexpectedly interesting!

@nine-effing-hells — Greater Glories

Whoof. It's a real conundrum if this card's undercosted or not. Obviously, Forced Adaptation is the baseline here, but we have to remember Luminarch Aspirant and the like which can give the counter on the combat step that the creature attacks. So you're gonna get the buff straight away, and then every turn thereafter. Now that said, it's pretty fragile, and auras fall off more than we'd like most of the time so I'll give you that. Still, for two mana, this is an aggressive all-star, and I'm not sure if I'm too down for how that plays out.

But we're also pushing boundaries here, and I think we both know that for three mana this card would be practically unplayable. Even if it gave trample for that cost, that's fairly steep, and I'm sitting here biting my metaphorical nails trying to make a decision. In the end? There's a non-zero chance that this card would be really annoying in a set without strong combat interaction and/or removal for either creature or aura. I don't hate it, and the Warrior aspect totally checks out for green on any world. Theros is the first one that comes to mind, but I'm equally drawn to Kaldheim, or really anywhere that's got warriors! It's a versatile and challenging card.

General commentary will be up soon as it's up. @abelzumi

[flfverse]

hihi this might be a stupid question but I thought I’d ask anyways: did you come up with the bdsm AU?

If not, do you have any fic recs with the same ‘verse?👀

If you did, do you have plans to write more fics in the same verse, outside of the ones you’ve written?

Sorry if this is overstepping at all, I just adore this AU and am a curious fellow🙈 No pressure to answer🫶

not overstepping! i am also a curious fellow, and you’ve given me an opportunity to Talk History.

see, i did not come up with the BDSM AU, but i’ve read it for years and became fascinated with how people played with it. i love fandom history, so i eventually started to wonder where it came from and how it evolved.

the first BDSM AU was written by Xanthe (who has a website you can read all her stuff on, xanthe.com, and it also has an faq about her original world, super interesting) back in 2006. now, it’s possible that other people independently came up with a similar idea earlier than this (indeed, theres an early 2000s fantasy book series with a Vaguely similar premise), but everything i’ve ever found cites Xanthe as the first to do it in fandom and the one to popularize it, so we’re going with that.

the fic series was Stargate: Atlantis fic (john/rodney, for those familiar) with the basic premise of “alternate universe where being bisexual and kinky is the default.” no biological factor! just a different balance of sexualities. i only read part of the very first fic because they’re quite long and i don’t all the way jive with Xanthe’s writing style, so take this with a cup of salt, but they also lacked the dystopian edge many of the modern fics have. let’s be honest—like many fic tropes, it was mostly an excuse to write smut :P.

now, while Xanthe was quite a big name, and did have people spinning off and writing their own versions of her world, it might not have gone anywhere was it not for Helenish. Helenish took issue with Xanthe’s spin on the world and thought that she hadn’t fully explored the worldbuilding potential. she wrote Take Clothes Off As Directed, which i’ve recced on this blog and in the notes of Free Falling, because it is PHENOMENAL. it kept Xanthe’s premise and used it to explore a sexism allegory, very very similar to my stuff and other current popular BDSM AUs.

people began writing in Helenish’s ‘verse, some minor drama broke out between the two writers and their followers (presumably minor—much of this happened on Livejournal, which famously and tragically had many accounts wiped in 2007-2008, especially accounts that posted queer stuff or nsfw stuff or, in cases like these, both. so it’s difficult to figure out what exactly was happening in fandom around then, especially if you’re me and never used LJ and don’t know how to effectively navigate it)

annnyway, the thing took off, made its way to other fandoms, more and more people wrote their own versions, etc. over time, people began combining it with Omegaverse fics, since the two are pretty similar; when those fusions were pulled apart later, they affected one another; this is where BDSM AUs became more biology-flavored, and where we get certain Omegaverse tropes like “omega drop.”

if it wasn’t obvious, i’ve done a lot of looking into this, and i hope to do more soon and eventually put all that info to good use in some form of project—not sure what yet. i’m also not at allll biased between Xanthe and Helenish…..genuinely, Xanthe did a good thing and wrote a LOT of influential fic, we’re just…very different writers.

but ANYWAY, yeah, definitely not my idea, i’m building on the backs of thousands of writers before me. and it’s awesome.

i DO have a fic rec list somewhere on this blog, but i’m actually in the process of updating it! the goal is to get around 40-50 fics on there and i’m pretty close, so keep an eye out (it’s just taking a long time because i have to read fics to know if they’re good enough to rec….and then i just read fanfic for 6 hours….and then i reread some of them because they’re just really good….)

not sure what you mean by the third question—i don’t currently have any plans to write an AU outside of FLFverse, like a different fandom or plot or anything. i’ve thrown around the idea of what i affectionately call the SLSverse (that’s “seems like soaring,” get it, synonyms?), which would be what-ifs or AUs of the AU, but not its own thing.

within FLFverse, yes, i plan to write more fic XD. 2024 has been the roughest for my writing since probably 2019, which really sucks, but what can ya do. in truth, when i started writing Free Falling and Cross the Line and all those in fall 2023, i was hours from home/friends, unemployed, borderline flunking college, and like, big depressed—i had a ton of free time! and FLFverse was approximately the only thing i cared about. now i’m home again and have a job and am doing More Okay at school (academia and i are not friends), and i have other big fun projects to split my time between. i’m pretty determined to at least finish FF, even if it takes me another 10 years, and along the way i’ll write whatever oneshots strike my fancy.

so, yeah! that’s what’s up. thanks for the ask and giving me an excuse to yap about this AU <3

[batsplat]

CASEY AT TH RWNCH CASEY AT THE RAAAANCCFFHHHHHH AMMSKSKSTWNFHJSJAJKSKEMEKDKDKE

ammskskstwnfhjsjajkskemekdkdke indeed

anyway I'm gonna continue like. gradually working my way through these as I continue to have #thoughts about MY personal season highlight... I DO think it's interesting and... well, not notable, because I'm not surprised by it... let's stick with interesting. how, y'know, valentino could within reason be at least a LITTLE annoyed by how regularly casey continues to slag valentino off in interviews. this has basically been complete one-way traffic since 2014, and it's not exactly shown much sign of abating! casey had that horrendously long podcast interview in 2022, and he's still said some pretty snippish things this year. including the eighty-ninth round of jerez 2011 memorial corner. whereas twelve years worth of valentino post-mortem of this rivalry essentially amount to 'laguna 2008, wasn't that fun'

and y'know, it's always fun when something happens that basically confirms your priors. I mean, ofc I didn't expect casey to rock up to valentino's ranch one random sunday in november, buuuuut I also obviously didn't have the 'don't they HATE each other??' response. some of us know our lore!! first off, ofc there's been a bit of a detente anyway - they met again in 2021, valentino spoke about messaging casey about his daughter in 2022 and so on. but the other thing is that they've also generally had a tradition of talking quite differently from each other in press than what their face-to-face vibe is like. by several metrics, this is actually valentino's warmest major feud - at no point does it ever get as actively unpleasant in-person as the other ones do. which is interesting in a lot of ways... I was talking here about how casey brings a bit of a valentino-esque energy that contributes to the rhythms of this rivalry, where he kind of buries the grievance of laguna 2008 short term but then just keeps carrying it with him and silently seething. so then when it really goes off the cliff edge, casey himself definitely has a lot of agency in that tonal collapse

and so. how that relationship looks like interpersonally has... if anything been determined more by casey than it has by valentino. you obviously have the cardinal sin of laguna 2008, but from valentino's pov this is very much in the 'acceptable strategies to try and spook your rival into handing you the title' camp. now, obviously, you can disagree with that - but it's not actually valentino trying to make an enemy out of casey, whatever casey might think. when casey goes off and says all sorts of things about valentino in the immediate aftermath - including that valentino had only done it because he knew casey was faster!! and flirting with the brake check allegations - and then gets a massive walloping from the motogp community and shows up to brno a lot more contrite and apologetic... well, y'know, valentino does accept it. no bother. obviously makes a note of it as a potential future method to Get To Casey, but he clearly isn't really taking it personally. valentino actually engages in markedly little off-track escalation of this feud... he matches casey's hostility with interest, which is how they eventually get trapped in the pettiness death spiral of 2010-12, but he's not just conjuring up a feud out of thin air

idk, just nothing particularly surprising about the ranch invitation per se. again, the amount they've said about each other post casey's retirement has been radically mismatched, with valentino making his last kinda nasty dig way back in 2013. there's just not ever really been a grudge on his part!! all's fair in love and war, they tore each other to shreds on the track and casey was kinda bitchy to him off it, but also that was fine and fun and it's over now. CASEY is the one who's always been all over the place with regards to valentino, which is how you get him talking about how valentino the guy was probably fine but he didn't KNOW that guy... how he'd like to have a dinner where valentino and him could tell each other their struggles... reckoning with how he DID admire valentino and DOES occasionally actually like him as a guy, as much as he might wish not to... all that sort of stuff. and valentino did low key love casey as a rival!! just this massive intricate challenge, this ridiculously talented rider who he had to get better and better and ever more creative to beat. this stuff, right:

so yeah, idk, it's fun! I did always kind of wonder how much of casey's Output valentino was seeing these last few years - and I feel like he must have seen SOME of it, surely. but it's not surprising somehow that it just... doesn't really bother him. he's certainly never been tempted to reciprocate. and you can still see so much of that complex dynamic there in the ranch footage... it is a special rivalry to the both of them, they never hated each other quite as cleanly as their rhetoric would make it sound, and if you give valentino the chance to show off to casey for a full day - well, that's an opportunity he's very much going to enjoy

[deckof-dragons]

I was kind thinking that I might be done with console gaming but I wasn't sure yet. I was contemplating getting a Switch 2 because I've consistently like Nintendo games throughout my life. And then I saw Duskblood. Which at first I was like 'it sucks that it's Switch exclusive but it looks so similar to Bloodborne, it's hard not to be tempted, probably I'll get a Switch 2 at some point then'. But then I saw that it's apparently got more of a focus on multiplayer than prior FromSoft titles (as evidenced by the fact that it's described specifically as a multiplayer game) which would mean paying for Nintendo's online service and I really don't wanna do that. Single player is still maybe fine too (though I do enjoy FromSoft's other game's online features, the messages in particular can be delightful) but it doesn't matter because I've also seen the prices of stuff. The $80 for Mario Kart in particular grinds my gears. There's also apparently a tech demo you have to pay for. And $70 seems to be the settled new price for big games now. All of that on top of the console itself being $450. Which I expect it be expensive but like, the original Switch was about $300 on release if I recall correctly. Also still pricey of course but it was a lot more doable for me at least.

So yeah, I think I'm indeed done with console gaming after all. Any console games I'm interested in I'll just watch Let's Plays of. For a while now I'd been holding out because I like my Switch and being able to lounge while playing games on it was nice. I can't afford Switch 2 though. The new Hyrule Warriors will probably be fun, the first two were, and eventually there'll be another Zelda and 3D Mario but it's just not worth it anymore. I was gonna drop Zelda if it was another game like BTOW or TOTK type of game anyway (I liked both those games but I've had more than my fill of that style of game) but this just seals the deal.

But hey, on the bright side, Deltarune is due to be released soon and Silksong might be coming out sometime this year. Both of which should be on PC. So it's not all disappointment.

[thespianinthebackcorner]

okay so Hazbin season 1 just ended (spoiler alert) and by GOD that was an ending. I love it. I was panicking so bad after Alastor just disappeared halfway through the battle and then afterwards the only ones who seemed to notice were the Vees (of course they did. I see you Vox) but he came back later anyway. More spoilers and theories under the cut

BUT! He came back eventually, he's not dead. That scene in the studio was... A lot. I love it, it perfectly sets up next season- Alastor is clearly going to be the star of the show. Husker was right, he is bound to someone, and he's clearly not happy about it. actually he's just going through it as a whole, clearly there's more on his mind than the battle. He's on his last nerve, and one thing I noticed was that throughout episodes 7 and 8- and, now that I think about it, the whole season- there's a couple hints towards Alastor repressing his true feelings, and that the consequences are starting to come back to bite him. It's even outright implied through his conversation with Charlie- he himself says that just because he's smiling it doesn't mean anything about what he's actually feeling underneath. Much like Alastor I also enjoy seeing characters cry and lose their hold, and I think next season will be that moment for him.

Kay I need to reorganise this post. Bullet point time, ATAR style

Season 1:

hints all over the shop that Alastor is repressing his feelings and it's going to come back

Confirmation with the scene at the end of Episode 8 that Alastor is indeed bound to someone and those binds are incredibly tight, he can't get out easily

According to him, said deal restricts his actions to an extent, enough that he's starting to feel suffocated

I know Dad Beat Dad was a joke for him, but from the way he protected the hotel I think he's also starting to realise how much he actually does care about Charlie in his own way.

Compared to the beginning of the series, Alastor is getting pushed closer to the edge more often. He's getting more annoyed and losing his composure, the amount of swearing he was doing in that last fight with Adam Asshole Supreme shows that just fine- not to mention his reaction to Husker's confrontation and his clear annoyance and even jealousy of Lucifer throughout Dad Beat Dad.

Enough hints that he's being controlled by Lilith for the fandom to notice at large

Lilith being hinted to return to Hell in Season Two

Not stated in the actual show but Alastor speaks with a Transatlantic accent, which is a fake accent created by tv and radio presenters of his time. What we hear isn't his actual voice, unless being in Hell also changes your voice, which considering Vaggie didn't change after coming down and Pentious didn't change after going up doesn't seem to be the case

Predictions for Season Two:

Alastor's clearly had enough of his restraints, I think he's going to find a way out of it

Lilith is not going to be happy with him for that, I get the feeling he's also already done something she's not going to like

Lilith Is Going To Bitch Slap Alastor (this is inevitable and I am looking forward to it)

Considering sound is Alastor's greatest asset and what he does, i think at some point it's going to be taken away from him- either through inability to speak or inability to hear, or both

This would also mean he'd need to resort to visuals for communication, which will likely be a struggle- I don't think Alastor is the type to learn sign language, he's a radio presenter, so he's going to have to learn it somehow. I'm not actually sure if anyone else at the hotel does but Husker might (he seems like he would, just for kicks). Or they might come up with some other way to communicate

If I'm right then he'll also have to properly learn to lean on the others instead of stepping away like he usually does

At some point that smile and that accent are going to drop. And it will be a MOMENT.

Season Two will be based on a villain, yes, but this show is all about redemption and while Alastor clearly doesn't want to try that in the traditional sense, I think the next season is definitely going to be redemption for him in a different sense- less redemption, more healing.

The other patrons of the hotel are definitely attached to him now, Lilith better watch her back.

Side note, Pentious better come back and get his girl he's not leaving like that

Maybe I should turn this into a fanfic

Maybe it's copium but to me next season will be ALL about Alastor and how he fits in with the show itself. And I am so ready for it. That boy is going to cry whether he likes it or not.

[briamichellewrites]

53

As Phoenix continued to rest, his ankle began to heal. After twenty-four hours, he became aware that the pain had lessened. Because he did not want to ruin their vacation, he allowed them to go out without him. Everyone else went out, and they alternated staying with him. While Rob, Bradford, and Brad remained behind, Chester, Joe, and Mike went shopping with Bria. Chester was Joe's sole motivation for going. Like a puppy, he followed him everywhere. It caught the boys' attention.

They began discussing what they believed was happening among themselves. Perhaps Chester was just being a friend and helping him. Brad wanted to know what people were talking about. They were circulating rumours like adolescent girls. He thought it was pretty funny.

What gave them the impression that something was happening? They wanted to avoid drawing hasty conclusions. However, Joe came out as gay not long ago. Did they believe that he was secretly seeing Chester? That never occurred to them. It was possible, indeed. Chester had a strong sexual nature. He might fall in love with another man, they would not rule it out.

Brad laughed. “You all make me think of my sister. I apologise. Anyway.”

“This is what we do. Usually, Joe is the one who initiates the rumours. In our group, nothing remains a secret. Someone eventually finds out," Phoenix remarked.

“So, Joe is gay. Chester is not gay, but he is also not bisexual, in my opinion. He will not categorise himself; he is a man who loves people of all genders. In addition, there are men like me who do not fit the gender norms. Despite my love for women, I would wear a skirt or kilt.”

According to Bradford, "you would look good in a skirt."

“Thank you."

His argument was that sexuality should not be defined by gender norms. Chester would have to discover for himself whether he was gay, bisexual, or something else. After considering that, they concluded that it was accurate. He was grateful that they agreed with him. He then reached for his lighter and cigarette carton. Excusing himself, he went outside.

He overheard Rob enquire about Phoenix's ankle's condition. Was a cigarette what he wanted? No, not at all. He wanted to give the boys time to process what he had said. Since he was expected to be the epitome of masculinity, he was aware of how difficult it was to be a man. However, he wasn't. Sensitivity and romantic affection for the women in his life were among his stereotypically feminine traits. Perhaps he was not Tyler Durden or even John Wayne.

He was an Oklahoman named William Bradley Pitt. Bria wanted him to be himself and no one else. She was the reason he was able to be himself. As usual for London, the weather was rainy and cold. Going shopping was ideal on this particular day. A driver was dispatched by Bria to pick them up and drop them off. More money was being spent than she usually did.

The fact that she could afford it made it justified. She wanted to treat her friends well as well. She mentioned being screened for potential autism spectrum disorder during a session with her therapist. Despite her agreement to the screening, Bria was unsure of her thoughts. Her early childhood developmental delays were the cause of the potential diagnosis. She intended to bring it up because she wanted Mike's perspective. She had a mental image of a stereotypical autistic person.

She was missing a lot of information because it was a spectrum. The trip around Harrods was enjoyable for everyone. Everything was more expensive than the monthly rent they were paying. Nevertheless, they enjoyed observing everything. No, they forbade her from purchasing anything for them. They did not mind at all not purchasing anything.

The shop was enormous! It featured several restaurants and other facilities spread across eight floors. It would be easy for them to become lost. They used a map to locate the women's department and then boarded an escalator to ascend from the ground floor. Everything a woman could possibly need was in the women's department! Even departments within departments existed. They proceeded to the Women's Superbrands section, which featured designers such as Burberry, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Dior, Prada, and Celine.

She adored Kate Spade's designs, making her her favourite designer. Regretfully, they were without that. That was all right. Saks was always an option. Chester selected a purse that cost seven thousand dollars. That sum of money was excessive! For twenty thousand dollars, she found one that she liked. It was large enough to accommodate her cats.

A little puppy, perhaps. They did not find the bag particularly noteworthy. However, they were men who had no idea what women's fashion was. It struck her as "cute." Whatever that meant. She gestured towards the red rose on the right. Nothing.

Joe remarked, "Bee, you are asking the wrong people."

Chester and Mike chuckled.

“Oh my god. Where’s Jay when I need him? When I tell him something is cute, he always agrees.”

Mike remarked, "That is because he is Jason."

She kept examining everything until she found what she wanted. Mike assisted her in adding up everything. The amount was in the thousands. In order to prevent her from overspending, he made her put some things back. The cash register girl assured her that there was no issue. They would put them back for her.

She bought the dress, the handbag, a pair of leather ankle boots by Jimmy Choo, and shoes by Christian Louboutin. Even though the total cost was more affordable, it was still thousands of dollars. She displayed her purchases when she returned to the hotel. The dress she chose was adored by them. It featured a miniskirt and a square neckline. The fit was perfect when she tried it on. They chuckled. Brad enquired about the purse. Did she intend to take Lonnie with her everywhere? The boys chuckled.

"I think the rose was cute, but I know you guys will not agree with me."

"We are guys, Bee.” Rob remarked, "We do not know what that means."

Joe said, "That is what I said."

“It means fashionable, attractive, or pleasant."

“We appreciate you giving us this explanation at last."

"You are welcome."

No, in response to his query. She had no intention of taking her kitten with her everywhere. How would she return home with everything? She would have to find room in her suitcase. If not, everything would have to be shipped. Bradford remarked that in order to transport everything, a larger aircraft would be required. They could simply leave her to take a solo flight home, Rob added. She was unable to respond to that.

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