#be nice please :]

[dewdropdinosaur]

YALL THIS IS NOT OKAY!

Vexi I am so sorry to hear that. You don’t deserve that at all! You are an amazing writer and as a one myself, I can totally understand why that plot device was used.

People in this world today look to be offended and unfortunately, the anonymity of the internet emboldens idiots to say whatever they want without consequences. And that and their words towards you are wrong. AND THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME. This fandom has a rep for being toxic and it is up to us to not let a hateful vocal small group of people to tarnish this good fandom.

I don’t know what it is with this fandom but EVERYTHING DOES NOT HAVE TO BE SO INFLAMMATORY.

If you do not like a post YOU DONT HAVE TO LIKE IT AND DONT ENGAGE!! You don’t have to ruin someone’s day or make harmful assumptions because you didn’t like something. Be a decent human being please and move on. That’s what free choice is! If you don’t like it, don’t read it, don’t interact, MOVE ON PLEASE.

Vexi, you are definitely not the first person to ever use this plot device, I mean look at any other popular piece of media.

Everyone from the bottom of my heart, let’s make this fandom a better place. I have also received hate before and so have countless other writers. Please double think before you type. ❤️

PSA: RACISM, BIGOTRY, ENTITLEMENT IN HAZBIN HOTEL FANDOM

CONTENT WARNING: Inflammatory hate speech, Caucasian hate, political baiting, gaslighting, racism, death threats

The messages I’ve received and am addressing below contain upsetting and harmful language that has no place in any community. If these topics are distressing to you, please prioritize your well-being and feel free to stop reading here. Thank you for taking care of yourself.

I never imagined I would find myself addressing this, but here we are. This post is regarding my recent story, Stay With Me, which has stirred up unexpected controversy due to my decision to imply the reader’s race as white. I want to clarify that this choice was made purely for plot purposes.

The story is set in 1920s Louisiana, a time and place where racial and class dynamics were deeply significant. This backdrop was essential to the narrative’s themes of tension and forbidden love, as it explores the societal barriers that would have made a relationship between Alastor and the reader virtually impossible. The decision to depict the reader as an upper-class white individual was not arbitrary—it was intentional, aimed at heightening the drama and emotional weight of their story.

I deeply value the Hazbin Hotel fandom and the x-reader community. Writing for this space has brought me immense joy, and I’ve formed wonderful connections with both readers and fellow writers. That’s why receiving such hateful and inflammatory messages has been incredibly disheartening. The accusations of racism, the vitriol, and the twisting of my creative choices into something they were never meant to be—this has shaken me more than I can express.

To the anonymous senders of these messages: I want to make it clear that my work comes from a place of love and passion. My intention has always been to tell compelling stories that explore complex emotions, societal norms, and the human condition—stories that resonate with readers on a deeper level. To reduce my work to a political agenda or an act of prejudice is deeply hurtful and entirely unfounded.

I want to echo sentiments shared by Kit (please check out her explanation here), another writer in the fandom, who also explored the racial and class dynamics between characters. Like them, I am fascinated by the tension and drama that arise from star-crossed love stories, particularly when societal laws and prejudices forbid such relationships. Writing the reader as white in this context wasn’t about excluding or favoring anyone—it was about creating an authentic narrative rooted in the realities of the era.

For those questioning why I made this choice, I ask: if you can suspend disbelief to fall in love with a cannibalistic, asexual deer demon, why is the reader’s race—chosen for specific plot reasons—the line you cannot cross? My goal as a writer is to craft stories that make sense within their own context. The entitlement to demand otherwise, or to impose personal prejudices onto my work, is unfair and unwarranted.

I hate that I’ve had to turn off anonymous asks. Some of the most heartfelt and hilarious messages I’ve received have come from anonymous users, and losing that connection with my readers pains me. But unfortunately, the actions of a loud, hateful minority have left me with no choice. I will not entertain further discourse on this matter after this post.

To those who have supported me, who have read my stories and shared kind words: thank you. Your encouragement is what keeps me going. Writing for this fandom has been a labor of love, and I pour my heart and soul into every piece I create—for free, might I add. It’s devastating to feel that love overshadowed by hostility.

I won’t let this stop me from creating, but I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t made me question my place here. To anyone who feels entitled to tear down what others create out of hatred or spite: I hope you take a moment to reflect on the harm your words can cause.

To my true supporters: I appreciate you more than words can express. Your kindness reminds me why I love writing in the first place. Thank you for standing by me.

[pinkcarabiner]

dykes only!

men dni

[vzmpyr3i]

i’d like a relationship but not in a sexual sorta way, kinda like being at peace with each others presence silently, both of us doing different things but still being aware of each other being there. There’s just some sort of comfort in being like that. Cuddle, but not in a romantic way, but in a way to appreciate each others warmth, more or so platonic. feeling at ease around them, not having to mask with them.

[candyredbloodshed]

kannys ^_^;

[dootznbootz]

You know what? Here's a sneak peek at my wip that's distracted me from other Wips lol

ever since the wisdom saga came out and most people were only having Odysseus show Telemachus to Athena, as though he was the only parent, and also seeing some shit on Penelope apparently being neglectful and a "bad mom" because she "let Antinous hit Telemachus", I've been working on this on the side from my other wips.

wanted to have fun with Penelope and Athena's relationship while still having motherhood sprinkled in there. Penelope's her own wonderful and silly person but she loves her baby very very much. You know how mama cats will pick up their babies and then place them in front of you like "Look what I did!". That's what I'm kind of going for.

It's not done and still needs more editing and I'll probably change some bits but... yeah. I love Penelope. And there's so much to explore with her, without Odysseus being in the room.

These snippets still aren't the most Penelope centered but I hope to reveal that more in the actual posted fic.

This part will be rewritten (same vibes just feels clunky to me) but I need people to know I was imagining this seal when writing it lol

she's a lil embarrassed. Telemachus sleeps a lot and she's a bit antsy to show him off. she has yet to show him to the River naiads.

[briteningbolt]

The silly duo Dink and Doink 💜💛

[helpmemiku]

A pretty old drawing of mine, and my first attempt at drawing in the Splatoon style

Also PLEASE NINTENDO AND CRYPTON MAKE THIS REAL

Probably gonna re make this soon

[hellhouse-of-horrors]

an attempt has been made

[minet-39]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Freminet/Gaming (Genshin Impact) Characters: Freminet (Genshin Impact), Gaming (Genshin Impact), Lyney (Genshin Impact), Lynette (Genshin Impact), Arlecchino (Genshin Impact), Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact), Xingqiu (Genshin Impact), Hu Tao (Genshin Impact), Columbina (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fatui (Genshin Impact), Fatui Harbingers (Genshin Impact), Hurt No Comfort, Doomed Relationship, References to Commedia dell'arte, Autistic Freminet (Genshin Impact), Harbinger Freminet, why has no one made a harbinger freminet fic yet??, Written Before Snezhnaya Release (Genshin Impact) Summary:

“I love you.”

 At the time, it felt like the right thing to say. The way his heart fluttered every time he would speak, how his cold hands met his warm hands, and how one could speak for hours while the other simply listened intently.

 It’s been 5 years since it felt like the right thing to say. It’s been 5 years since he last believed they were meant for eachother. It’s been 5 years… and yet, Gaming still couldn’t get over Freminet.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Arlecchino changes her mind about who her successor shall be, and after her untimely death, her chosen successor is thrown into the Fatui Harbingers.

 aka no one has written harbinger freminet yet and it made me mad

[whillywisp]

Stardust. Hard not to love what you know.

Summary: You hadn't lived a single day of your life without the sea or Finnick, even after he was reaped, even after he was turned into a ruthless killer and then the Capitol's most prized possession, trapped behind it's gilded bars like a songbird. Only instead of a song crying for help, he just spoke the words that came to him the easiest and you took them and caged them in your skin, turned yourself into a gallery for his art.

Or.

Writer Finnick who's love language is writing on his lover's skin, the only place he allows himself to be free.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

'I see a little bit of me in everyone. Stardust. hard not to love what you know. we are all the universe in drag.'

On the surface, everyone knew Finnick Odair as he presented himself, like his life is a theatre performance and he only really took the most perfect, untainted, beautifully crafted parts of himself out into the spotlight but left the more ugly, broken and vulnerable parts of him behind the velvet red curtains before show time.

But most people didn't know that he didn't just leave the parts of himself most beautiful just floating mid air when they weren't needed but rather imprinted on your skin in the form of words and ink. Because that was only meant for you to see.

For your whole life, it had always been you, the sea and Finnick, from the day you had grabbed the small golden haired boy's little finger at the beach and asked him to be your friend over the sound of the waves, your hair covered in sand and cold pebbles as winter air made you both shiver. You hadn't lived a single day of your life without the other two, even after he was reaped, even after he was turned into a ruthless killer and then the Capitol's most prized possession, trapped behind it's gilded bars like a songbird. Only instead of a song crying for help, he just spoke the words that came to him the easiest and you took them and caged them in your skin, turned yourself into a gallery for his art.

The world will never see him in peaceful moments like this, his head in your lap, no responsibilities or unwanted touches making his shoulders slump under the weight of them as he scribbles words into the delicate, scarred skin of your forearm, words that you know you'll take to Delilah, the only tattoo artist in District 4 and make them yours forever. The world will never see his concentrated frown as he thinks slowly and makes sure the words express exactly how he feels in that moment, caging the moment in them forever.

You stroke his hair gently with your free hand, your own whipping around in the cool night breeze, watching his pen glide against your skin and the way the ink smudges on the uneven surface, broken by old scars that told a story of their own. He looked too adorable like this, entirely engrossed in his work that you can't help but press a gentle kiss to the frown between his eyebrows, making green eyes the colour of the sea lapping against the shores in front of you look up at you in surprise and barely concealed adoration.

"What?" His voice is gentle above the sound of the waves and you smile, shaking your head, your hair fall forward to make a protective curtain around the two of you.

"Nothing, you just look precious like this. All concentrated and lost in thought." You lean down again, this time pressing a kiss to his lips. You feel his lips stretch into a smile against your own and his green eyes just seem brighter than the full moon shining overhead.

"Adorable huh? I have a reputation to maintain, darling. Don't go around ruining it," he teased, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he grins up at you. You laugh, pulling your hand away from his grip and the tip of his pen, to gently stroke his cheek with your finger tips.

"No one could touch your reputation even if they tried." You say with a chuckle and it's true. No one could destroy the reputation he had crafted so perfectly over the years as the Capitol's darling and in some ways, you wished you could burn them down to ashes and let the world see your beautiful boy but you knew you were too selfish, too greedy for him to be yours and yours alone to ever let that happen. Almost as if he heard your thoughts, he smiles up at you, and shook his head.

"You could. You could if you wanted to, and I'd let you, happily. If my downfall does have to come someday, I hope you bring it upon me." Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest at that and you shake your head, pressing another kiss to his lips. This was devotion and you always wondered what it was you did that made you worthy of it. "I could never hurt you, in any way. You are my everything."

His eyes flutter close at that and he smiles, his voice soft as if he didn't even want the sea to listen in on his confession. "And you are mine."

A peaceful silence falls over you both and you can't help but remember the words he was scribbling onto your arm earlier and you look down at him again, a small smile on your face. "Can I see what you wrote today?" Finnick never wanted you to read incomplete words, and you never tried to. He always clapped his hand down on your skin or closed his notebook when you asked him and he told you they weren't ready to be seen. Even when they were in plain sight, like now, you averted your gaze, because you'd never break his trust. Not like this.

He smiles up at you sheepishly and looks away, his hands fidgeting with his pen. "They're not mine today, not originally anyways. But everytime i think of them, they remind me of you."

You raise an eyebrow, your fingers gently turn his face to look back at you. "Oh? Just a poem then, from another writer?" He nods slowly, his hand coming up to cradle yours against his cheek. "Something like that. You can read it."

You smile and raise your forearm to your eyelevel, squinting through the now smudged ink and trying to look at it with the full moon light.

'What I feel for you cannot be conveyed in phrasal combinations, it either screams out loud or it stays painfully silent but I promise you — it beats words. It beats worlds.'

You blink before looking down at him, his green eyes wide as he looks up at you and you lean down to kiss his lips again, properly now. He responds in kind, his hand coming up to cradle your face like you're something precious and you fall a few feet deeper into him. "That's so beautiful."

He smiles against your lips, looking up at you with his boyish grin. "Isn't it? Everytime i think of it, all i can think of in relation is you." Every bit of grief in your body melts away at that, and you can't help the intense wave of emotions for the precious boy in your lap that washes over you.

"I love you," the words tumble from your lips like a prayer. "I love you. More than the years you or i live, more than the beats our combined hearts beat, i love you."

He smiles, moving away to sit up and then tug you into his lap, his eyes soft as he peers at your glossy eyes. He gently leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, his arms tight around you.

"I love you too, more than any amount of words I write. Thank you for taking these...parts of me and making them yours. Even the parts the rest of the world would resent."

You shake your head and smile, kissing him again. "Every part of you is mine, just like everything that makes me is yours. Hard not to love what you know. And the truest thing you can know is yourself."

A sigh of content escapes him and his arms just tighten around, "I love me then? The me in you? The me that melds with you?" His voice soft, as if slowly coming to accept these parts of him as something to love, to cherish like he loved and cherished you.

The smile you give him is blinding, just like the one you had given him all those years ago with missing teeth and wild hair, marking the start of the most beautiful moment in your life. "Yes. Yes you do."

And in that moment you forget there's a world outside this beautiful boy you've made home in.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

A/N: I've always wanted to explore writter Finnick because i think we all moved on from that way, way too quickly. written literally right now, as fresh as Peeta's bread out of the oven. With words of Nizar Qubbani and other little bits that make me scattered in along with this one quote that i can't get out of my head, i give you 'Stardust. Hard not to love what you know'. (I threw the sad one shot into my wips list and decided this was more important. I barely ever write for the public and this is actually my first full length one shot so please be gentle and dont break my poor heart xo. And i promise I'm working on young god hehe.)

[pinkcarabiner]

future milf but in a femme way💖⭐️

MEN DO NOT INTERACT

[wanderlustplanetarium]

babys first ita bag... @mintsussy is like nearly half of the stuff i got off of etsy for it 10/10 would buy more if i had room sweats nervously

[hellowoolf]

coming soon…

chapter i is out!

series summary: you atone for your sins, now, in a jackson garden, learning to care for soft things and yourself. joel miller is a lethal sort of similar, and misery loves company.

authors note: this is my first ever fic! really just putting out a feeler to see if people enjoy my writing style. hope you like this little snippet…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

it wasn’t meant to be joel, you don’t think.

there is an existence, somewhere and nowhere and between all things, in which you move through life, lift it up and spin it round and balance the thing on your knuckles. in the quiet moments on patrol, when the wind dances past you like it’s normal and you’re alive, you feel that within you. there is a life, some other cosmic creation far from this one, where you are living. it’s a hard thing, sometimes, to feel the frayed ends of what you might’ve been on your shoulder blades; you tickle yourself, that imaginary woman from an imaginary universe, like lace and pulled string. she is good. you would have been good. this, at least, you had to hold onto.

you figure, if you’d ever had a choice, you wouldn’t have been the type of woman to love the type of man joel was. but here you were, and there he was, and the whole thing now was torn apart.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

let me know what you thought! if people enjoy this little piece i’ll release the first chapter as soon as i can <3

[solemnswearings]

me when zar published their fics again: 😮🫣☺️🥹🤔

now can we be nice and respectful and good people this time around pretty please and thank you? perfect.

[nytlyt12]

2S.