#but he feels too intimidated now to ask why it's just him! XD

[taryn40k]

It's fiiine, it's gonna be fiiine, surely this isn't part of the Lord Inquisitor's plot, surely! :D Right?

[kiyo-cant-write]

Hey Pookie!! Hru?

I was wondering if you could do a father like Crowley with a reader who grew up pretending to be a boy but is biologically female and prefers being more feminine, Crowley takes her in after Book one and like spoils her and calls her his daughter and his little dove!

Maybe also with the reader having a big crush on Riddle and Crowley doesn’t know wether to be accepting of it or protective

Tysm Pooks!🩷🎀

adopted by crowdad!reader crushing on riddle ✧･ﾟ

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Hey Muffin! How are you?? This was such a cute idea I tried to write it even though I had so much wild homework xD Hope you like it!! I like writing Crowley and Riddle c:

I am also sorry this took so long my life took a drastic turn 😂 Fun Fact: Riddle was a character I was drawn to when the game was first coming out even though Azul was my OG bias.

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Summary: [Name] is the adoptive daughter of Dire Crowley after the incidents of Riddle Roseheart's overblot. But why does looking at Riddle make her face flush? Maybe Crowdad can help!

TW/CW: Tagged Crowley/Reader but it's PLATONIC/FAMILIAL

Notes: the reader is Yuu/Ramshackle Prefect, she/her pronouns for the reader, implied AFAB/female reader, pre-relationship/Riddle, a couple of throw-away comments that imply Crewel/Crowley

Guest Stars: Divus Crewel, Deuce Spade (mentioned), Ace Trappola (mentioned), Trey Clover (mentioned)

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Dire Crowley (Familial)

Crowley didn't expect to feel so protective over [Name] but some kind of fatherly instincts were awakened during the overblot.

He insists that he is the kindest father to his new daughter.

Crowley becomes a girl-dad.

He may or may not have tried to make her take his last name.

A new side of his personality does not like the idea of any of his male students making moves on his daughter.

He gaslights other students that he has raised [Name] since childhood and [Name] goes along with it, because no one can stop the headmaster once he wants to do something.

Crowley thinks Riddle is an exceptional student.

He is still protective of her around Riddle, though.

"She is much too young to be snogging boys at school."

That line had Housewarden Rosehearts sputtering.

It is much better if his daughter is in love with Riddle than with one of his more troublesome and scary housewardens.

He insists that his daughter is more feminine when he sees that she likes to present that way more than being masculine.

Crowley goes out of his way to say DAUGHTER and SHE with a flourish (to the point that he annoys other students with it).

Crowley is annoying but he means well. Surely.

Crewel becomes her weird uncle somewhere in this process because he thinks Crowley is a little too lax.

Crewel also gives better romantic advice than Crowley does x10

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is intimidated that [Name] is Crowley's daughter now.

Crowley is a lot to deal with and Riddle shies away from her.

However, [Name] is always sweet to him, and goes out of her way to talk to him, and because of this, he begins to talk to her more.

He thinks she is a nice person but is oblivious to his own feelings.

He doesn't know what to do and up asking Trey for help.

Trey has to be a Mom and a Dad to Riddle with his first real love.

[Name] might end up with Mom-Dad Trey Clover as well xD

Ace and Deuce pray for her, they are worried she will end up collared and try to look out for her while also being (terrible) wingmen in the whole situation. Trey-senpai has a migraine.

"[Name]," Crewel said, studying her expression as she sat in the empty classroom and worked on her homework, "Are you worried about something?"

"No..." she said, fidgeting with the pencil she was using to write her homework answers, "I just... Do you think my dad will be upset if I try to ask out a housewarden?"

Crewel thought about this for a moment before his expression relaxed into something softer than his usual smirk. He didn't see a reason to be so hard on the only female student in the school, especially not after hearing a few facts about her previous life from her self-ascribed father, that strange bird of a headmaster.

"I don't think he would be cross with you," Crewel told her gently, "Though depending on who it is both of us may worry."

She seemed surprised. They would worry about her? It felt like a foreign concept for her in a way. She was still getting used to the staff taking care of her like this, especially Crewel and Crowley.

"Ah?" [Name] managed to say, looked at him.

Who in the world did Crewel think... Who would worry them if she were to confess she had a crush? Surely not Riddle, right? He was a good student and a housewarden at that... Overblot aside.

"I'm not sure I trust Kingscholar. Though he doesn't seem your type."

"I mean... No, it's not Kingscholar-senpai..."

Crewel seemed relieved to hear those words from her.

"Then? Who—"

Crewel was cut off by a flurry of black feathers as her father appeared in between the two of them.

"[NAME]!" Crowley cheered as he rushed toward her to embrace her, even if it was complicated by the desk at which she sat.

"Hey... Dad!" [Name] managed, still growing used to calling him that.

Crowley smiled at her.

"How are you, my darling daughter?" he greeted her, speaking louder than may have been appropriate for the interaction.

Could he help it? He was so excited! And he wanted to know what Crewel and his daughter were speaking about. Their daughter? No. He couldn't think about that right now.

Something for later, maybe?

He returned his focus to his daughter.

"[Name]?" he asked again, pulling her from her thoughts.

"Huh? Oh! Right..." she said composing herself, "I'm doing alright. I was just talking to Professor Crewel about something I was worri—"

She did not get to finish her sentence before Crowley gasped oh-so dramatically. Worried? His daughter was worried? Why? Had he not done enough as a father? Was something wrong? Was she okay?

Too wrapped up in his emotions, neither Crowley nor his daughter (who was giving a more worried look at her father's outburst) noticed the deep sigh that escaped the black-and-white-haired professor's lips as he watched the two. They sure did get into... whatever word was best to describe such antics.

"Are you okay, [Name]?" Crowley asked her, studying her as if trying o see whether or not she was injured, "Did something happen?"

[Name] wasn't planning to tell him like this.

"No... Nothing is wrong. I just... I wanted to ask... I mean..."

She wasn't sure how to word it. This was awkward. She hadn't even been able to tell her crush how she felt yet. And now she had to confide in her overly dramatic father who might try to help her? Deuce and Ace were bad enough wingmen as it was. But, her DAD?

That was too crazy. Nope, nope, not happening.

Crowley waited for her to word her sentence this time.

"I like someone."

There, she said it! She did it! Sort of? [Name] wasn't sure if this answer was a "good enough" answer or was opening room for another secondary discussion about her love life. She had planned to maybe tell Crewel today, not their dad... not yet.

She didn't want him to worry.

"One of the students here?" Crowley asked her.

"Uhm... Yes..." she told him, wanting to be honest.

"A boy?"

He sounded worried now. He was kind of overprotective since that incident at Heartslabyul... Was this really going to be okay?

"I. Yes?" she told him, unsure if there were any female students besides herself at NRC.

She supposed there was always room for someone to be transgender that she didn't know about but to her own limited knowledge, everyone was a guy. And Riddle too was a boy.

"Hmm... Interesting. Very interesting, we had best—"

Someone cut Crowley off this time. A taste of his own medicine for that bird is what Crewel thought of the unforeseen event.

"Sorry to interrupt, I did knock" came a voice that she recognized.

Wait... [Name] knew that voice too well.

RIDDLE???

Her eyes widened at the sight of the red-haired boy in his dorm attire.

"Ah, am I intruding?" Riddle asked her.

She shook her head, face burning from embarrassment. He could have heard her. He could have heard how she felt about him. It had only been a short while since the incident and it wasn't time to be confessing her love. She still needed to get Deuce and Ace to calm down their (good-intentioned) attempts to "help" and ask Trey for his opinion. Trey was, after all, one of the people best at pacifying Riddle in his moods, and they had known each other for a while, right?

She sighed. Things weren't supposed to result in this!

"Rosehearts-kun!" Crowley greeted, switching gears instantly.

"Headmage."

Crowley smiled slightly though it was hard to tell if it was genuine.

"What did you need?" he asked the boy.

"I came to give you the notes from the last meeting."

Riddle had taken notes for the housewardens at their last meeting.

"Ah, thank you!" Crowley replied, taking the hard copy of the notes from Riddle as he handed them over.

Riddle nodded.

"That is all I needed," the Heartlsabyul Housewarden said a moment later, "My apologies for the interruption."

He turned to leave the room, saying a farewell as he did so.

"Good day, Headmage, [Name]-san."

"Goodbye, Rosehearts-kun!"

"Uhm! Bye, Riddle-senpai!"

The alchemy professor, the headmaster, and their the headmaster's daughter existed in a slightly awkward silence for a minute or two before it was Crewel who broke it with an observation.

"He's the one you like, isn't he?" he said.

[Name]'s reddened face grew two shades deeper. She was sputtering, unable to word herself properly. What did she say? How did he know? Was she obvious? Did Riddle know??!

"You like Rosehearts-kun?" Crowley asked, looking at his daughter.

She nodded.

"Despite recent events," Crowley said, "He is a fine choice from my current group of housewardens. Much better than some of the other boys in terms of safety. He will surely be as kind to my lovely daughter as I am."

Crowley smiled at her and she sighed.

At least he (and Crewel) seemed open to the idea. Now she just had to tell Riddle... But how would she do that? And wouldn't Deuce and Ace just complicate things? This would be an ordeal, wouldn't it?

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Imagine the rest yourself~

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[elect1z]

Hello, got another tf2 request if you like! GNC reader, romantic or platonic.

Reader is an Archfey! A rather powerful one too, perhaps more powerful then Merasmus pretends to be. They could turn cities to ash with a snap of their fingers, grant someone their greatest wish (for a price, that is how wishes work).

Thankfully for everyone, Reader is actually super benevolent and chill. The kind of person that is extraordinarily difficult to piss off. Unlike much of their kin, Reader only really causes very minor amounts of mischief, like hiding people's socks or conjuring extra tupperware lids in one's cupboard.

As of late, Reader has taken a great interest in one of the Mercs, just hanging around and chilling at base when matches are done. Very much like that one stoner friend one has, but with a significant potential for mass destruction.

Any Mercs toy would like, have fun!

...Mischievous Intent...

Tf2 Mercs with Archfey!Reader

⚡︎ : Includes... Scout, Pyro, and Spy!

Scout!

⚡︎ Scout is already scared of you. I mean, you can easily turn a city into dust?! Hell no, he's keeping a safe distance from you. But he also tries to keep a good relationship with you and rarely messes around with you because he is scared that you will curse him lmao ⚡︎ After some time, he realizes you're just a chill guy! He expected you to be intense and scary almost just like Spy.. But hey! It turns out you are just like him! Like to mess around with teammates, etc.. After that, He started to hang out with you frequently after matches ⚡︎ About your little mischievous behavior? Oh, he hated it, Now he understands what others feel when around him ( probably karma). You like to hide his precious little bat, and he would find it in the weirdest way possible. "I swear I saw it over there... HOW IS IT FLOATING IN THE FUCKING AIR??!!" "hehe XD" ⚡︎ Scout is also interested in your appearance, the elf ears, etc... Sometimes he would try to hold his urge to try to touch it. In the end, He is proud of himself for befriending someone powerful like you.

Pyro

⚡︎ Oh, he definitely likes you, Your mischievous/chaotic behavior almost matches his! Silly but dangerous. Often asks you to draw with him or do silly activities after the matches are over. Sometimes while hanging out, you showed off your magic. "Hey, Pyro! Watch this!" Snaps finger and the entire Blu team base explode " Huddah huh! :0" ⚡︎ He also likes your mischievous behavior too, but hates it when you do it at him. One time, You hid his My Little Pony socks in your pockets and hid them for the whole day. After countless hours of searching for his favorite socks, he finally found them. "Hm? Oh! What a coincidence that your socks are in my pockets!" "Huddah Huddah Huhh!! >:[ " "Silly me! Teehee!" ⚡︎ Pyro will ask you to show your magic over and over again. You guys always team up in matches, spreading pure chaos to the match. Pyro also isn't intimidated by your looks, because you look like an angel in his perspective ( even tho you already are) Often trying to touch your ears, wings, etc... Overall, you're his best buddy!

Spy

⚡︎ You know the drill, He hates you. Why? Because your personality is similar to his son... Scout. He doesn't want to deal with another nuisance, He already has Scout being the most annoying thing ever and why would add another? ⚡︎ You could see Spy even when he is invisible and he hated it. In the middle of a match, you always stare blankly at him smiling and waving at him.. Ugh... You also pull pranks on him whenever you can, and it is very annoying, hiding his cigarettes, wines, and his disguise kit. Honestly, he's fed up with you "Looking for this?" Holding Spy's watch " . . . " "Catch me if you can!" Literally flys away " . . . " " ..Kill me... " ⚡︎ He couldn't believe someone as powerful as you could behave like a child. You could destroy a city in seconds, kill enemies in an instant, and you... Decided to behave like a 5-year-old kid. Overall, he hates you, but still considers you as a better version of his son, because other than your mischievous behavior, you are surprisingly calm and can control your anger more than the others. And.. He actually likes it..

[havin-fun-imagining-twd]

Keep this dog asleep

(made a minor title change, y'all XD)

When -- an hour or so after the joint meal between the group and the Greenes, as seen in S02 episode Chupacabra and Slowpoke chapter Penance + (knock-off) Ambrosia.

What -- you and Glenn now know the secret about the barn. But what are you supposed to do with it??

Who -- Glenn, Maggie, Reader

Relationships -- the Slowpoke Series is a slow Daryl x Reader

TWs -- stressful situations, continuation of Shane Walsh's descent

Pronouns -- nonexistant

Perspective -- 2nd person (you)

Length -- ~3,000 words

Masterlist -- Official one here and Chronological one here

There were clues, but you didn’t piece them together. Who on earth could have pieced together that puzzle?

How Beth got unusually loud and looked scared when telling you that the barn was unsafe and not to go near it. The strange, pained bird cries, what sounded like chickens to you, that twice had woken you up in the early morning since you’d been here. The way the Greenes were upset that you and yours had put down walkers. How they always referred to them as “sick,” the way you once did before you understood that no, they were corpses. They’d died.

Ugh, speaking of, you feel like you’re going to get sick again. Glenn lost some of his supper, too. Such a waste after that delicious, fresh meal…

The secret came out because Maggie had needed your help. That’s all she’d said as she grabbed your hand and ran outside with you in the dark, in the direction of the barn, the one they said was unsafe to go near.

You’d asked no questions, you only ran; she’d looked so frightened, so terrified.

When you two were sprinting past the tractor, she panted in partial explanation that Glenn was in trouble, and you ran all the faster.

With a panicked “not there!” she’d pulled you away when she saw you reaching the chained, barred front doors, quickly leading you around to the ladder for the hayloft and clambering up first.

Right at the top was Glenn, who looked fine (?). He was even on his way down by the looks of it, as you zipped up behind Maggie.

But it was the smell that hit you first.

The smell was usually the first thing you noticed when they were close, not the sounds, which are what registered next. Only after this did you finally see them, in the backlit glow of Glenn’s flashlight, their shadows moving in the lower barn.

For that first unreal moment when you’d all came together, the secret uncovered, the three of you froze.

Maggie’s words to Glenn hung in the air. “You weren’t supposed to see this.”

Well, he did see it, as did you.

And so did they, the dead. They saw you three, standing up there in the hayloft. And they grew louder. Staggered closer, arms lifted even if they could never reach you.

When you found your wits, you pulled Glenn toward the exit, slowly and cautiously, eyes glued to Maggie.

Glenn hadn’t snapped out of the shock just then, he just stared at her and asked, “Why are they in here?”

“It’s not what you think!” she pleaded, but it didn’t matter to you in that moment. What was important was getting Glenn out.

“What I think is th-there are dead people in your barn, Margaret,” you trembled back. No thoughts resounded louder than that one, that one and the instinct grab Glenn and run.

He repeated, “Maggie?”

“We need to get out first, then I’ll explain!” she urged under her breath, and took over guiding him to the ladder after she gently pressed your shoulders so you’d head down first.

When all three of you were out and away, you kept looking back at the chained barn doors. As nippy as it was, the air felt thick and close, and the night seemed too quiet.

Maggie touched your arm. You drew back and pressed closer to Glenn. That your hand neared your pocketknife wasn’t meant to be intimidating, or maybe, it was? You were scared, and uncertain if you’d need to defend yourself or your friend. Well, Glenn, you mean. You’d thought Maggie was trustworthy, too, and a friend. But in that moment, you were wary.

“They can’t break it down, it’s barred and locked shut,” she whispered to you.

“Why are they in there? Wh-why ain’t you buried them?”

“So they’ll be safe unt—”

“So ‘they’ll’ be safe?” Glenn cut in. His face was shining with sweat despite the chill. He looked ill.

Maggie stood up straighter and spoke firmly, yet in a soft voice. “Until a cure is found.”

Your defenses began standing down. The memory of your argument a week ago with Patricia sprang into your head. How she called them “sick” and seemed horrified and disgusted that you’d laid some to rest. This little revelation, that the family is keeping dead in their barn, made it click.

But now, you’re the horrified and disgusted one, even if you’ve put together that they must be doing it in the hopes there will be a cure.

Except…all those in that barn had died. They were dead. The virus (or whatever the sickness is) overtakes corpses after an infected person has died, it does not take over living souls. Was it possible that this family hadn’t yet seen and heard enough to understand?

Your anger started to roil. Either way you spun it, the manner in which the Greene’s were offering the dead a measure of reverence was misguided and dangerous and they were desecrating those corpses by letting them walk!.

“Margaret,” you said gently. “They died. That’s how th—”

“—They’re sick.”

Less gentle. “They’re dead. That can’t be cured.”

“Dead people don’t walk or eat,” she challenged back.

“What—are you feedin’ them, then?” shot from your lips right as Glenn suddenly moaned, “Guys, I’m gonna barf,” and there he went.

At the same time, the memory of the repeated, pained bird noises in the early morning popped into your head. Your mind went to the chickens, and how Carl mentioned one of the mother hens wasn’t with the chicks anymore. You’d chalked it up to the hen simply losing her broodiness, or because the chicks had feathered out a fair amount and so it was time. But the more those noises cried out through your memory…

And Maggie had made no denial.

The connection slid into place: they are feeding them.

Glenn and you must have been quite the sight, both retching on the lawn.

Maggie ran a hand through her hair and hugged herself with the other, looking around as if she didn’t know what to do or where to go next.

Not knowing what to do yourself, you started walking. Ended up making toward the stump in the far field. Maggie and Glenn went, too.

Nausea aside, your chest felt tight, as if you needed to use your inhaler. You rested your hands on your hips and hinged slightly forward so you could breathe more deeply, stopped walking, and trained your eyes once more on those barn doors.

They’re feeding them. Feeding dead bodies.

Feeding dangerous, walking, biting corpses.

“The doors are strong, and they’re latched and chained.”

“Because you’ve got dead people in your barn,” you exhaled.

Glenn clutched your elbow. “Y/N, what are we gonna do?”

Put them down ourselves quietly, you didn’t blurt out.

“There’s no need to do anythin’. They’re secure, nobody’s in danger,” Maggie stressed. “Please, don’t tell the others, they won’t understand!”

That’s when a sudden, new sort of panic kicked in. Shane. “Glenn, don’t let Shane know!” The weight of another secret kept from him dropped onto your shoulders along with the sting of knowing that in your friends’ eyes, having reacted like that was another strike against him. And yet: “Don’t tell Shane, w-which means not Rick, neither, not yet.”

“Y/N—”

“—Glenny, for me. Please. Avoid him if-if-if you have to, I know how hard secrets are for you,” you tumbled through, stress stutter peeking in. Some surprise tears, too. “I love that you’re so honest but this, b-but but this is somethin’ you can’t let him know!”

“Okay!” he relented. “Okay. We can, um,” and no words followed.

After mumbling a request for some mouthwash, Maggie brought you and Glenn inside briefly to the house to use the downstairs bathroom, after which you three ended up on the porch.

There you three sat without talking, and drank sweetened, cold milk with postum and leftover hot cocoa mix while you and Glenn stared at the barn.

“What were you doin’ in there, Glenn?” you thought to ask. “With a blanket, I mean, hay lofts usually got mice in ‘em." And spiders. "Were you gonna have a," you were at a loss for an idea, "a picnic?”

“Um…”

“Glenn wrote me to meet him there,” Maggie answered for him, calm and careful.

You tried putting more pieces together and puzzled that Glenn might've planned some sort of, what, a date up there? Weird spot for a date. Then you wondered about the details, and if your figuring it was a 'picnic date' was euphemistically PG…

“I didn’t tell you how it was off limits?” is all you voiced aloud. Beth had told you and Andrea to stay away from the barn, citing it wasn't safe, but did you not let the others know?

Could all of this have been avoided?

Nothing else was discussed. When the milk was drunk up, fresh peaches were placed in your hands.

Maggie needlessly adjusted the wrapping on your tied arm and made sure it felt comfortable and not too tight. You let her, and continued to stare at the barn.

When the peaches were eaten, they were replaced with a second, then a third. Maggie then stepped out briefly but came back quickly.

When the third peaches were eaten, what took their places were teacups filled with—oh, a substance you didn’t think was allowed in the household. And the cups were given so soon after both you and Glenn tossed the peach pits that you concluded Maggie was only waiting for your hands to be free.

She must have noted your surprise at there being alcohol in the home. “Daddy’s gone to bed. Everyone has, it seems.”

“Except us?” Glenn figured.

“I imagine.”

He hadn’t yet taken his eyes from the barn to look into the cup that he raised blindly to his lips. Glenn’s drink looked like wine, but yours looked thinner and smelled different. “How can we sleep?” he worried.

It was already in his mouth when Maggie replied, tired, “Here’s hopin’ the wine helps.”

The visible way Glenn’s reaction changed at least four times when he realized it was wine in his mouth (ie: the stuff he’d gotten a very, very bad hangover from) dissolved the tension like magic and left you giggling like a schoolgirl, Maggie joining in once she realized it was okay to do so.

First it was his look of confusion, then of horror, then embarrassment, then this determined sort of look that ended with him swallowing most of the wine, barring the bit that dribbled from his lips.

“She’s plying us with food and alcohol, Y/N,” he muttered, mainly joking. But also not.

You took a sip from your own cup. Definitely less strong than wine, probably even less than beer. “Worse things to get plied with than peaches. We should demand more fruit. Maybe some jerky,” you tried to make light, anything to help that moment not feel so smothering and uncertain. “My drink is different than yours, less strong.” Tasted tropical-ly.

“Glenn got the mini bottle of wine I’ve had saved since February. Wedding favor. Figured he’d earned something stronger,” Maggie explained. “I know you don’t drink much, so you and me are splittin’ a Seagrams.”

Oh, you’d tried those before. “Thank you.”

She lifted a corner of her mouth. “I reckoned us three could use help to calm down."

Glenn’s tension hadn’t eased up as much as yours, but he appeared to relax some when you offered him a taste of your own drink. After doing so, he switched his cup with yours and drained it in one go. “I’m guessing Y/N never told you how bad my hangover was after getting drunk on wine?”

The story of that night at the CDC, with the sad parts skimmed over, made for (very short story and) an end to the night.

Maggie went to bed, apparently trusting you two to not spill the beans.

Glenn and you went back at the campsite. And because sleep was/is far away, you’re both still sitting at the fire pit. Staring at the barn.

It’s late.

Really late. 'Early' might be more accurate.

“Y/N, what are we gonna do?”

Your decisiveness doesn’t shame you as much as, perhaps, it ought. Doesn’t shame you much at all, in fact. Because for one option, there’s the risk of danger and death, but, possibly, if things continue as they have been, possibly nothing at all.

As the other option…all you foresee is guaranteed fire, chaos, and upheaval. Guaranteed. And that is more dangerous.

“They’ve been in there for months,” you whisper. “What’s another couple of weeks?”

“—Weeks?”

You wince at the condemnation in his tone and hold up your finger to remind him to keep his voice soft. What if Shane hears? “A week at least. W-we can’t stir the pot right now.”

“Dude. At least T-Dog, Dale, Andrea and me are in the RV, but you guys? The rest of you are in tents.That’s not safe!” He squints at you, driving it on home. “Lori is in a tent.” Which means baby is, too.

Again you wince, and turn your head away.

“And starting tomorrow, Carl will be, too. And Daryl, like,” he adds. “The two of them are still recovering. Like…” He tugs on his baseball cap. “How fast do you think they could run, if we all had to?”

“We ain’t gonna have to,” you finally clap back. Well, as much as one can when limited to whispering. “They’ve been in there since the start of this, and, and those doors, th-those walls, ain’t suddenly gonna break.”

“I want to tell Dale. He’ll have some kind of wise advice or, or know what to do. And he’ll talk sense into you—”

That little comment there makes you lick your teeth and switch to playing offense.

It comes out pretty mean and belittling, how you say it, but mostly what you feel as you say it is frightened and out of your depth. “You either spill now, and cause somethin’ bad to happen, and it will be bad, trust me on that. Or," you nearly snarl, "all you need to do is just keep quiet awhile.”

Frightened and out of your depth, you also feel like trash now. “At least until Sophia is found,” you throw out there, too, wishing you believed that sweet girl would be found alive. But any kind of ‘found’ would at least offer closure.

“Do you still think she’s even…” Glenn starts to ask, but trails off.

Zapped of all energy and now having almost fought with each other, which hasn't really happened yet, you two stare beyond the dwindling fire and at that stupid, creepy, awful barn.

You don’t even know how to pray right now. But that idea makes you consider what you could do: a sort of confession.

“No,” you softly fess up. There were too many secrets lately, they’re making you feel sick and angry. And Glenn hates secrets. Maybe this secret, the one in that barn, needs to stay a secret for now, but everything else would seem clearer with fewer secrets and white lies mucking the waters. “I hope, and, a-and I want her to be. To be okay. But I don’t think our poor girl is no more.”

“I don't, either,” he chokes out, his whisper heavy and full in trying to keep his composure.

Your own tears stay in, either because you’re too tired or too numbed. Glenn lets a few stifled sobs free while you slowly rub circles along his upper back. You offer him your water bottle.

“And this is all because—I was so stupidly excited to get, what? Laid again? Y/N, look at the mess it made!”

The toes of your sneakers are grass-stained and scuffed. “They would’ve been in there,” you murmur, lifting your gaze back to the barn, “whether or not you found them tonight. Hey, I'm sorry my tone got real cruel there a minute ago.”

He wipes his eyes with his hands before hiding his face with them. “It's okay, we're cool." He sniffs and lets out a deep breath. "This is that phrase ‘let sleeping dogs lie.’”

You’d heard the phrase before, but only in passing. The first time you heard it, you’d thought it meant dogs not telling the truth (as if an animal could lie?), a memory which would make you smile in a different circumstance. “Not waking up something might would attack and bite?” you muse without much humor in it.

“Yeah.”

Would that make your brother the threatening dog? A cold feeling shoots through your belly again, watering the dread that has been blossoming in your gut. Because Shane is.

But Andrea and T-Dog would react strongly, too, if they found out. Rick would hear out the Greene’s, he’s good like that. But Dale would side with the former, and he’s the voice of reason. Lori would support Rick, she always does, however, would counsel him to do whatever it took to keep Carl safe, which again, would be putting the walkers down. It would always go back to putting them down.

So you'd have to get through to Mr. Greene how they’re dead, their souls have moved on, there’s no immorality or evil in the action. What’s immoral is to leave them walking and—no, no, this cannot get out yet.

Not yet. If the news about the baby and this came at the same time, Shane would—no. Not yet. This secret has to stay secret. This sleeping dog has got to stay asleep.

“What are you worried will happen if we tell the others?”

“Bad reactions from, from our group,” you start. You start to grow louder than a whisper, but can’t seem to quiet down. “Gettin’ thrown off the farm, and, and, and kickback from our people if that happens, a-a power struggle, you name it. It won’t go good.”

The day Daryl almost died leaps through your mind. You rub your chest remembering the strange, insistent tugging and the sheer pain that ripped through it when you thought he'd been shot. The same place you have a physical bruise now from Shane...

“Do you remember how Andrea near killed Daryl when she thought he was a walker?" you ask Glenn. "That was even after we’d — Ricky and me — we’d told her in, in front of Dale, to stop, wait for us to get Mr. Greene. And we’d told Shane to stop. In front of T-Dog and you,” you make sure to include, “and y’all still ran for him, ready to bash his head in.”

Even in the dark, his cheeks visibly flush. Glenn bows his head.

“Glenn, I love you like family, and I ain't exaggerating when I say that, and I ain’t saying this to insult you. It’s just…” You know you’ve convinced him, but to be certain, you repeat it clearly if softly. “Our group can’t handle knowin’ about that barn right now.”

He pulls his cap off and runs his fingers along his scalp. Nods. “I actually agree with you." He blinks at the barn and takes a deep breath in. "Y/N, I hate this.”

“Me, too,” you hush. You've just come to a conclusion, something you never would have thought you'd consider doing. You hate it. But you know in your heart you have to. It's for everyone's good.

“I’m glad someone else knows this secret, at least," Glenn then tells you. "I’m really glad it’s you.”

The words sink straight into your being and you are unable to respond.

Because you just decided that, for everyone’s sake, Shane and you need to leave the group.

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[chiharuhashibira]

Hello again a thank you for doing the sanemi x abused reader it was soooo goooodddd !!! But can you like make a modern au of teacher sanemi x teacher reader plss???😳thank youuu🤗🤗

Hello again @skeleton-the-gangser! Of course! I would love too!

I want to insert here some plot inside my head and I think a Modern AU of Teacher Sanemi X Teacher Reader would do well on it. XD

But perhaps~ you'll see another character OwO And I hope it would be good for y'all~ UwU

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔)

Content Warnings: Curse words, Slightly Suggestive

"Y/N-sensei, is it true that you're still not married by now?"

For the millionth time, you've sighed, releasing all of the pent-up irritation that these incessant questions have brought. The gathering was supposed to be a get-together with your old class, but instead, you found yourself in the hot seat.

It's clear that your students from two years ago were just curious about what happened to you. But it really irritated you that they quickly shifted the conversation from their newfound jobs or their college lives, to your nonexistent love life.

"For the tenth time today, yes. I'm not married. I'm still single at 25. For God's sake. Let's just stop talking about me. Let's just chat about how successful you guys have been."

Laughter echoed in the restaurant, but no sound came out of your lips. You just felt like you wanted to head home. You never thought it, but this reunion had become draining. It felt like all your strength had seeped out of your body as you dodged all their invading questions.

Looking around for help from your crazy group of students, your eyes landed on your co-teacher, who was watching how flustered you were all along. You widened your eyes at him, signalling him to come and get you from there.

It seems like Sanemi took that hint, and with a smirk on his lips, he stood up from his seat and went towards you. Rolling up the sleeves of his white button-up shirt in the process.

You gulped when you saw the muscles on his arm, wishing that the man would never notice how you looked at him. Sanemi has always been fit, and there are times that you can't take your eyes off him.

An arm suddenly snaked around your shoulder, pulling you closer. With a creased eyebrow, you turned to look up at Sanemi, who's definitely taller than you. "Ey, ey! I can see how you've been pestering your Y/N-sensei. So I'll be taking her away from you."

Students often flinch at the sound of Sanemi's voice since he has always been the sternest teacher of you all. Often times, you would feel like hitting his head because of his attitude, but now you're very thankful for it.

Sanemi really did take you away from your old seat, despite the grunts that came from your curious students. For some reason, heat seems to build up in your cheeks as you realise that his arms are still wrapped around you. Sanemi's body radiated more warmth than you could ever imagine, as he acted so cold around some people sometimes.

He finally let you go once you were at his table. A small chuckle escaped from his lips as his purple eyes watched you settle down. "Why are you laughing, Shinazugawa-san?" You asked, rolling your eyes in annoyance and fluster.

You looked aside before being drawn into his intimidating stare, and he didn't even answer. "You know, if you'll tease me too—"

"I'm just curious too, Y/N-chan. Why are you still single?"

The audacity to ask that! Incredulous by what he had just said, you stared at him with wide eyes and cocked an eyebrow. You never expected that a man as stern as him would be interested in gossip.

Even though you were trying to keep your cool, all you could think about was punching the smirk right off his face. Maybe it's just the booze talking.

"Why on earth would you care?"

"Perhaps because I can change that?"

You seemed momentarily stunned. Did you catch every word he said? Is he actually so tipsy? After hearing what Sanemi had to say, your mouth nearly hit the floor in shock.

Is that a fucking confession?

There was a brief period of silence. You did nothing except stare at him in bewilderment, like a young child with no idea what was going on in the world.

Perhaps Sanemi couldn't stand that; he pulled you outside, making sure that none of your former students or co-teachers were looking.

No protest came from your lips, even as Sanemi had already carried your bag on his left shoulder, holding you by your right hand. All that matters in your head right now is figuring out what he just said.

One...

Two...

Three...

"What in the actual fuck are you doing, Shinazugawa-san?"

These words suddenly came out of your mouth as you realised that you were being dragged away from the gathering by your co-teacher, who seemed to be too drunk.

Yes, you will admit that you enjoyed the sensation of his calloused hand against your small fingers, wondering how his palm became like this in the first place.

"Oh, mind your language, Y/N-chan!" Sanemi teased, making you pull away from his hold. For real, what's on with him tonight? Curiousness and fluster mixed up within you, making you feel a boiling sensation in the pit of your stomach. You bit your lip and tried to steal your bag from him, but as he was taller and quicker than you, he just moved an inch, and all your efforts were wasted.

You groaned loudly, making some people look at the both of you. Realising that you both were in public, Sanemi raised an eyebrow at some bystanders and spoke with a cold tone.

"What's the matter with you? Enjoying the show? Go fuck off."

No one would ever think that this foul-mouthed man is a teacher with how he acts sometimes. You shot him a glance, mortified at what he had done, but it didn't seem to phase him in the slightest.

He looked back at you and sent you that smirk once again, which annoyed the hell out of you. "Shinazugawa-san, you're fucking drunk. Stop this." You're almost crying from too much frustration over his teasing.

And perhaps he had seen the tears that were welling in your eyes when Sanemi suddenly gulped and gave you back your bag. "Eh, I was just teasing. No need to cry, Y/N-chan." He said it as if both of you were children playing at the playground.

"Whatever!" You said, snatching the bag away from his hand.

You no longer felt like continuing on with the reunion and instead wanted to return home. You then turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, completely befuddling Sanemi. He chased after you, mumbling your name.

His mint perfume came to your senses, bringing back some memories. Whenever both of you are at school, you can always tell he's around because of his distinctive minty, masculine aroma. Sanemi loves to ask how you have been. Often times, he would help you carry books or even walk you to the bus station.

He isn't like that with the other people; it's as if he has a facade when it comes to them.

Or perhaps it's the other way around. You're the one who's seeing his facade.

"Hey, I was just joking earlier." He said it now, with a hushed tone, making you stop walking. As if he had lost his senses, Sanemi bumped into you, accidentally hitting his lip on the top of your head. A yelp came out of your lips as you turned to look at him and saw that there was blood on his lower lip.

"Shinazugawa-san! You should be careful!" You said that all of the annoyance faded as you took your handkerchief and wiped the blood from his lower lip.

It would be an understatement to say that you don't feel anything. As you wiped the blood from his lip, you couldn't help but witness how long his eyelashes were and how the little hair from his bangs moved with the littlest of his movements.

Gulping at the sight, you finally looked away and were about to step a bit further, but Sanemi caught your arm and pulled you close.

"But I'm definitely serious about one thing that I've told you tonight. I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N-chan."

What he had said surprised you. At first, you thought that he is drunk, but then eventually realised that there is no hint of alcohol in his breath. So, he's definitely sober, and he's clearly confessing to you.

You gulped and didn't answer him for a while. You stared at him once again and saw how serious he is by the look of his face and the glitter of his eyes. His lips, his plumpy lips... You suddenly had the urge to feel them and check how they would taste.

But then, you stopped yourself and these crazy thoughts... for a while...

"Shinazugawa-san, uh... Let's get your wound cleaned first. Then we'll talk about this again..."

A smile crept up his lips—not that signature smirk that he always wears. You didn't smile back, but you're sure that you're blushing like a schoolgirl.

"Where do we go then?" He asked while taking the opportunity to gently squeeze your hand. You took a deep breath and glanced at your hands, which were intertwined.

"Up to you..." You said it in a small tone, feeling a lump on your throat as Sanemi's fingers caressed your hands slowly. When you returned his gaze, his earnest grin changed into a childlike smile, and a flush appeared on his cheek.

"I know the perfect place. Come with me."

𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅…

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1, 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆!

𝑶𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉, 𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒉!!! 𝑰'𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘!

So, surprise! This story will be chaptered, and it'll be my first chaptered fic since 2014/2015 I think? HAHA!

Thank you once again @skeleton-the-gangser for the prompt >///< I will definitely tag you to the next chapters~ I hope you like the first one tho!

Feel free to comment or reblog~

✌𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷✌

Feel free to request any content~ Would really love those UwU

Thank you for reading this fic! 🌸

Love yah all!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫>

[bonny-kookoo]

Hey what about the time when I Like You JK realised that mc is more than just a hollow barbie? What bought him to this realisation? Also I'm sooo loving shy kook XD

When he walks in, he's greeted by.. pink.

A lot of pink.

Your curtains, the counters and and cupboards on the walls of your open kitchenette, the pillows on your little couch, the small heart-shaped carpet in front of it. There's stuffed animals everywhere as well, a folded up mattress and neatly folded blankets in a corner, and he assumes you must pack it up like this after sleeping every day. Your apartment is tiny, after all. There's not much space whatsoever- your living space basically compacted into one big room.

He's not really that surprised. Your apartment, at the first glance, looks exactly like you. Cute, girly, colorful, a little chaotic.

But as he looks closer, things become a bit more.. detailed.

You're off to fetch a towel for his rain-soaked hair, and he's careful not to have his clothes drip all over your floor as he walks around a tiny bit. There's numerous cooking books on a shelf near the kitchen, some in different languages even. Another bookshelf near your TV is absolutely packed with mangas, novels, and many books titled things like 'intelligence of household pets' and others with foreign names.

It's only now that he realizes, he's never actually asked what you did for a living. What your hobbies were. You knew that about him- but he himself knew basically nothing about you.

"There we go!" You chirp, playfully dropping the babypink towel onto his head, making him jump a moment. "I've got a suuper oversized simple shirt here, and a pair of Jimin's sweatpants he forgot ages ago. Just put your clothes in the dryer in the bathroom, I'll turn it on after you're done changing." You tell him, walking towards your couch to grab the TV remote, zapping through the channels.

He's quiet all the way until late, when you're both sitting on that couch, watching the evening news.

"What.. I never asked what your job is." Jungkook wonders, and you look at him at that, a bit surprised it seems.

"I'm an animal behavior consultant." You tell him, and his eyes widen. "I basically.. you know, people give me their cats and dogs and I tell them what the problem is. And how to fix it. If you can fix it." You shrug, reaching out to grab a snack.

"Did you have to study for that?" He wonders, interested now.

"Yep!" You chirp. "Got a masters, wanted to be a vet first but man, I would bawl my eyes out every time I had to put a pet down." You joke. "So I went for a different route, pissed off my parents by studying 'bullshit' as my dad called it, and got a certificate and stuff." You easily tell, not at all with a bragging tone or anything else.

You're pretty.. nonchalant about it.

"That's.. pretty impressive." He says.

"I know!" You laugh. "People think I do onlyfans or something most of the time, but I don't." You giggle to yourself. "Although I did sell feet-pics on discord when I was still studying.." You hum to yourself, making Jungkook himself chuckle. "Hey, a girl gotta pay her bills!" You say, hitting Jungkook next to you on his thigh. "Geez- are you made of only muscle? What the fuck is that?!" You dramatically exclaim, poking his thigh.

"I just.. work out." He mumbles a bit shy, feeling a bit insecure. Do you not like guys like him? Is he intimidating to you? Do you like softer guys more?

And why does he care about that?

"I just work out" You imitate him. "I work out too and my thighs don't feel like that! Though that might also be the three packs of ramyon I shoved into myself last night.." You mumble, poking at your own, way softer flesh.

"You're fine." He reassures softly. "I like your body." He offers- before he turns bright red, realizing what he just blurted out like an idiot.

"Oh damn, Jungkook!" You laugh, playfully shoving your body into his side. "Making moves, my guy!" You say, making him move his head away from you. "I like your body too- well, from what I can tell underneath your baggy clothes." You shrug, and he looks back at you with a mix of wonder and also.. insecurity.

"Yeah well.. I like your.. you know, everything else too." He says.

"Are you confessing to me right now?" You ask, and he shakes his head defensively. "No worries, I was only joking." You tell him, before leaning against him again, watching the TV.

Leaving him mildly disappointed in himself.

Because he kind of wishes he did just confess.

But maybe he just needs a bit more time.

[ask-scroll-and-quill]

how do you all feel on scroll and quill? them individually and as a couple?

quills WAY too harsh like calm down dude i just want a break DX scrolls nicer but i just wish he was nice enough to let me on break!!!

together theyre fine i guess i dont really care

-Sharpie XD

They're cute together, but I wish Quill was a bit... calmer when something happens. I just like to draw and I think decorations are cute!! I don't see why I can't make little decorations... Scroll's really nice though!! I see how he cares for Inkwell and I think it's really cute.

-📔

I think it's cute how they care for each other. Scroll's really nice in general and when in a good mood Quill's also nice. It kind of just depends on how Quill's feeling that day! He seems happier recently now that Sharpie's fired- which, me too. I hate that guy. (HEY, I CAN HEAR YOU SHORTIE!!)

Anyways, basically every time I ask Inkwell where they are he says with the most horrified voice that they're kissing again. I don't know how he knows, but I guess it's better him than me! ..that's probably not good to say

-Felt-Tip Pen

Quill's pretty harsh but to be honest he reminds me of WFS. Except kind of reverse, if that makes sense. I'll mess with WFS but Quill's a bit more intimidating then WFS... I'm sure everyones saying the same thing but Scroll is a lot more sympathetic then Quill. Scroll's always the one to try and comfort us if either Scroll or Quill see's somethings wrong with us.

As a couple... very skibidi rizzful. They're the reason I moved in with WFS!

-Mop

Quill's a bit more responsible than Scroll to be honest. Quill does the paperwork most of the time and often handles job related stuff. Nothing against Scroll, he's very bright and happy, he just seems to do more of moral support.

As a couple I think they're okay. I can't quite understand how their complete opposite personalities somehow don't stand in the way? Quill seems happier and softer around Scroll, perhaps that's it. (HE SAYS, DESPITE BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP SIMILAR TO THAT.)

-Wet Floor Sign

(sorry i let them yap)

[medusapelagia]

Hidden Treasure

I'm finally allowed to make my own post about my STBB fic... and even if everyone is sick of hearing me talk about this fic I still love it so much and I'm going to make a post about it!!!

I got so lucky to have not one but two amazing artists and two amazing betas working with me on this fic.

So a huge thanks to my team (@mothellie, @ghostdeb, @acingthecounts and @suometar) and to all the friends who supported me even if my story was a little bit unusual (especially my dear friend @spaceofentropy who I'm totally copying right now! Hi!!!)

Here is the AO3 link to the fic

Title: Hidden Treasure Rated E; 64000 words Archive warnings: graphic description of violence Relationship: Billy/Eddie/Steve, Billy/Steve, Eddie/Billy Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Neil Hargrove, and almost everyone XD The big tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Denial of Feelings, Feelings Realization, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Synopsis: In an omegaverse world, the alpha Billy Hargrove, captain of the pirate ship the Golden Lion, is traveling with his lover and second in command, the beta Eddie Munson, and their crew, raiding every merchant ship they can get their hands on. One day during one of their attacks, they stumble on a pretty beta boy who’s trying to get back to London, paying for his journey with golden jewels. Why is Steve, the pretty boy, so desperate to get to London quickly? Is he running from something? But the more important question is: is he really a beta or not?

under the cut a little snippet

Billy knows that he has a look that intimidates people, so he glares at the sailors on deck, asking out loud where they hid their gold, but the men on the deck keep their eyes pinned on the ground.

“We have no gold or secret treasures on our ship! We are just a merchant ship! All we’ve got is just some sugar and tobacco.” The captain yells, sweating under Billy’s piercing blue eyes.

“Is that so?” Eddie asks, staring at the sailors and grabbing one of them by the wrist, “So why didn’t you get on a passenger ship like the high born you are and you decided, instead, to sail with this poor merchant? I can’t see any other reason than trying to hide your property, sweetness.”

Eddie’s words catch Billy’s attention and he looks more attentively at the young man that he is holding as a hostage. The man’s clothes are far too expensive to be one of the sailors, but that’s not a passenger ship, why did a young man like him get on a ship like that? “What are you guarding, sweet thing?” Eddie insists, caressing the man’s jaw with his dagger, while a few drops of blood trickle down the man’s neck.

“I’m not guarding anything. I’m just a sailor.” He protests, not daring to move under the threat of the knife.

“With hands like this?” Eddie inquires, licking one of the man’s fingers and releasing it with a loud pop, “These are softer than newborns. You definitely are not a sailor, so quit it. Everything in you smells like lies: your clothes, your language, your attitude. You are a fucking rich-born kid, we already know this, now tell us what we really want to know: what are you carrying that’s so precious that you tried to hide on a ship like this? Huh?”

“I’m not hiding! I paid for the passage to London and I’m working like everyone else!” He complains, but Eddie’s eyes shine at those words.

[far-from-fran]

What are the examples of your "cringefail x [gender]failure" ships? xD

I'm so glad you asked!!!!!!😁

@kpchrs

Ok! So! I'd probably have to start with Hijack!

Hijack

Hiccup (httyd) x Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians (great movie btw😊)) If we're going by htty1 Hiccup would be the boyfailure, and Jack would be the cringefail. But, if we're talking about httyd2, then Hiccup would be the cringefail and Jack would be the boyfailure. The shit they go through and the way I write them really fits that dynamic.

Ashnifico!

Asha x King Magnifico (Disney's Wish) King Magnifico is kind of like a cringey and underappreciated dad, it's so funny. Like, he's supposed to be this intimidating and evil-as-fuck villain, but he's just so cute. Like, look at him twirl:

"I'm glowing! :D"

This is after he's turned evil too, so. Lol

And, Asha is the girlfailure, because... she's just a mess of a character. 😂 Like, I love her, but she's a mess. All the characters kind of are, but, that's kind of why I love them.❤️

Roceit!!!!! :D

Yeeeeeeeeeesssssss! Ok!

Roman "Creativity" Sanders x Janus "Deceit" Sanders from Sanders Sides:

There's a (too) big section of the fandom that (only) sees Janus as this suave and debonair mystery man, which is definitely what Janus wants to be seen as. But, in reality, he's just a big dork! (affectionate)

Picks him up and hold him under a flashlight Look at him! LOOK AT HIM!

So, Janus is the cringefail.😂

Roman! :D Roman is the boyfailure. My mans is... Not Winning. (Which is partially his own fault) (Who said that!?👀)

He's so good, though! I love him! Like, more Roman being happy, please! Enough with the ANGST! (lighthearted... also kinda serious.😂)

I have a fic for them planned. (When don't I? Lol) Well, it's for all the Sanders sides, but it's going to feature roceit heavily. Which I said I wasn't going to do, because I wanted to feature all the sides equally, but here we are.😂 I hope I can get the first chapter out soon!😁

Hmm. I had another one I wanted to talk about, but I don't remember what it was right now.🤷

Well, anyway, here's some honorable mentions:

Hiccabela

Hiccup (httyd2) x Isabela Madrigal (Encanto)

I think calling Isabela a girlfailure is a bit of a stretch, since her whole thing is being perfect. But, she's a bit of a girlfailure in my eyes, so that's all the counts.😌💅🏾

Quick Hiccabela edit I did:

Bunnydoll

Jax x Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus)

I hesitate to call Ragatha a girlfailure, but, eh... she's not exactly Winning. Which isn't entirely her fault. It's, like, 90% Jax's fault.

Jax is definitely a cringefail, though. To me, at least. I guess he would technically need to fail more, but whatever. There's only two episodes out, as of writing this, but I'm pretty sure he's going to be failing a LOT more in the future.😂

Hmm. Maybe, I'll switch the roles? Jax is the boyfailure and Ragatha is the cringefail? Eh, whatever.🤷 It works either way.😂

I JUST REMEMBERED!!! I almost sent it without talking about the Cringfail x Girlfailure ship of all time.😂

GuitarSpear

Adam x Lute (Hazbin Hotel)

Adam is just... the worst, and Lute is a girlfailure, because, like, girl Raise your standardsssssssssss!!!!😭 (affectionate) I can't wait to see more of them in season two.😊

But, yeah.😂 Those are my "cringefail x [gender]failure" ships. Feel free to ask more about these or any of my other ships. I ship a lot of stuff. Oh! There's a crossover ship tournament going on, if you want to vote. No pressure. It's just for fun anyway. I put in a link to the hashtag if you're interested: Crossover ship poll tournament. It's hosted by Rapunzel Crossover Queen. They're great!😊

[slashingdisneypasta]

Thinking about your virgin post, who would be most caring for a virgin s/o?

Second to that, how would they feel about an

s/o that's phenomenal in bed?

This was a while ago, I'm so sorry! I assume you mean the Disney Villains tho? If its the horror villains you meant then let me know and I'm happy to do the same thing for them! ^^

Most Caring Disney Villains towards a Virgin Reader:

These would be the most actively caring of the bunch, if reader decided they wanted this villain to have sex with them- I have not included those who are perfectly content with keeping things this way (Hook and the Queen of Hearts fit in that category).

Dr Facilier, Horned King (He cant be scaring off or breaking his chosen mate, okay? No. Unacceptable), SILVER!!, I know I wasn't including Pixar villains last time but- Lotso, Shan Yu, Stupid, Ursula and Wheezy.

Yeah... slim pickings, I know. But they're villains, remember! 😅 Keep in mind though, that this doesn't mean that all the rest would be mean per say- no. Some of them find it cute that you're a virgin and will be gentle, but are more teasing then caring (Slim, Mal, Shere Khan, etc). Then there are villains that will be annoyed with having to go slow at all but will be, simply because you're there S/O and they love you (Not because you're a virgin. Because you're you. These are like, the Evil Queen, Jafar and Hades, etc). And then there are some who are just like... regular level nice to you during you First Time, because if they weren't then they would be scum. The ones listed above are the ones who's hearts are just a liiiittle bigger then the rest when it comes to this particular topic. Look, what can I say? People are complex XD Fictional villains considerably less so, sure... but still complicated, yep 😅

As for the second one... I have categories XD Of course-

Disney Villains x Reader || Reactions

Topic: An S/O who is phenomenal at sex.

Warnings: Sex.

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Hell yes. We gotta start immediately- : Greasy Weasel ("Smartass I'm taking a personal day, for a week. You cant ask me why... but- " "I don't wanna know."), Hades, and 'Sideburns' Stabbington.

Hell yessss- teach me: McLeach (He doesn't know what he's doing, but he knows this is a good thing, for sure XDD) and Oogie Boogie.

Good, that means I don't have to teach you anything: Cruella De Vil (She's the one this category was made to accommodate XD), Evil Queen, Lady Tremaine, Rourke, Queen Narrissa, Sykes ("How about we run a little test now, huh?"), and Yzma.

Oh cool ^^ : Alameda Slim, Captain Hook (Pretty indifferent towards the pursuit of sex but if you can make him feel awesome then that's a bonus XD), Dr Facilier, Long John Silver, Maleficent (Like, that will be handy. If she decides to try this), Scar (Same), 'Patchy' Stabbington, Stupid Weasel (He's like 'Oh same!!'), and Wheezy Weasel.

Oh you think you're good?? Ha... well we'll see, wont we?: Mother Gothel, Professor Ratigan (I don't remember if I put him as a virgin or not but either way- he reads, and he has great confidence in his comprehension abilities XD), Shan Yu (Its more of a tease, for him XD Really he's in the 'Oh cool ^^' category and also- a little of the first one too. Shan Yu is multifaceted!), and Shere Khan (He's king of the jungle, after all- ).

Intimidated Type A (Pleasantly surprised, but nervous): Horned King (He's mostly pleasantly surprised, but like... sex hasn't changed since the last time i did it, right?? He's concerned. Its been a while XD), Prince John, Smartass Weasel (Nervous in the sense, that... he doesn't know what he's doing 😅 Give him instructions or let him ask Greasy about this, and he'll be fine), and Turbo/King Candy.

Intimidated Type B (Concerned they are gonna be out-done): Clayton, Gov. Ratcliffe, Prince Hans, Turbo/King Candy, and Ursula (She's just... a lil nervous XD She'll wanna do it with you as soon as possible, so she'll just know who's better already- after that, she's happy XD She just doesn't like the uncertainty).

Uhhh, okay... but its still not happening: Judge Doom (He's just like, insisting he's soo... busy... but really he just hasn't got the *human* equipment XDD He didn't think it would be necessary!! Have you seen this disguise?? yes i have, sir, and you have made a miscalculation. just admit it), Psycho Weasel (Like, thats great!... but still no thanks), and the Queen of Hearts.

Iffy about it but changes their minds immediately after the first time because ooooh that was good: Gaston (He was almost with Frollo but like- if you can suck a dick then let me tell you, he is not about to complain- ) and Jafar (Wants to be the experienced one, but after the first time with you he's like... alright =_= you win this time).

Suspicious. Have you... done this before? 🤨😠: Frollo.

[blackjackkent]

OK, I think I can finish up Rakha's Underdark adventures tonight and get ready to roll into Act 2 with her, which is exciting.

It's funny, bc I felt like I was moving MUCH slower with her than I did with Hector in the early bits of the game, but now the second half of Act 1 feels like it's speeding by. (Mostly this is because I know where everything is now, for the most part, so there are fewer posts of me exploring and looting random boxes. XD )

Quick chats with all the gnomes we rescued, sort of in passing by virtue of killing Nere. They're very grateful and try to offer rewards to Rakha, and also LOOK WHO'S HERE!

HI BARCUS!

"Make it quick! We need to find Wulbren, now!"

"You're a little late, Barcus my lad. He's already been sent to Moonrise Towers. We were just slave-hands to the cult, but not Wulbren. He... knows things. Things they want to know too."

"What has he gotten himself mixed up in now..."

Rakha has already met Barcus once, and it's actually a relatively positive memory for her; it was one of the earliest points where she ended up turning her violent instincts in a purposeful direction to help someone (although she wasn't really thinking clearly about it like that at the time yet).

Barcus himself she was mostly perplexed by, but he didn't irritate her. And she does remember him talking about looking for his friend Wulbren in the Underdark, so none of this is particularly a surprise.

She is curious about Beldron's description of Wulbren as a leader with special knowledge, though, which leads to what might be one of the most specifically Rakha-ish dialogue options we've had so far:

[INTIMIDATION] "I also like to know things. Start talking."

"You'll call me mad," Beldron says fretfully. "But... fine. Wulbren's found the formula for runepowder."

"What?" yelps Barcus.

"Aye. The explosive of Gaerdal Ironhand's own creation. Fistfuls wiping out armies, all those old stories. Only Wulbren couldn't leave the stories be, so he went and bloody found it. A small supply, tucked away down here with a manuscript. He'd just made sense of the formula when the cult jumped us, so he burned the damn thing. If there's a single copy left, it's sitting in his head. Those Absolutists pull it out and make runepowder... they could flatten the whole of the Sword Coast."

Ah. This explains the woman with the cask of powder up at the top of the ruins - and why she was so loathe to give up her prize. This Wulbren is clearly highly intelligent, and his dangerous knowledge is in the cult's hands.

Rakha already intends on destroying the cult for her own personal reasons, but now she can add "not blowing up" to them. (And saving Wulbren, perhaps, should the occasion present.)

"How long do you think he can hold out?" she asks bluntly.

"Not long enough," Beldron says gravely. "My people can barely stand, and we have business back in the city. That business is whawt sent us after the powder to begin with. Now we'll have to make other arrangements."

Barcus's eyes widen in alarm. "And just like that, you'd leave Wulbren behind? I knew you lot were foolish, but I didn't know you were cruel!"

Beldron smirks, and it's not a kind expression. "If you knew half as much as you think, my lad, Wulbren might have kept you around."

There is some interpersonal undercurrent happening in this conversation, and Rakha frankly could not care less about it - although she does notice the way Barcus's head snaps back as if the words were a punch.

"Run away, then," she says with a faint shrug. "I have my own business to be about."

Beldron nods, all business now. "My people will find somewhere to regroup across the lake," he says. "Then on to the city. If you find yourself in Baldur's Gate, seek us out. We'll raise a glass to Wulbren together."

Rakha has considerable doubt that that will be a top priority for her any time soon, so she just shrugs.

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Barcus, to his credit, makes an effort to smile and shake off the conversation as Beldron walks away, and looks up at Rakha with visible admiration. "Well," he says brightly. "You did it! I shouldn't be surprised, considering our history. And yet..."

Rakha finds that she is far more unsettled by that admiration than by almost anything else that has happened in this place.

"I did," she says uneasily. "But not out of the kindness of my heart." I don't know how to do that...

Barcus blinks; apparently he interprets this as a request for coin rather than a self-deprecating comment on Rakha's interpersonal skills. "I have no coin," he says good-humoredly, "but the foreman will be happy to provide."

He lets out a heavy breath and absently toes his boot against the cracked stonework. "As you know, some of the Ironhand gnomes - my friend Wulbren among them - have been taken prisoner in Moonrise Towers. They're not even going after him. I wish I were surprised," he mutters. A pause, and then he squares his shoulders deliberately. "And so... to Moonrise Towers I go."

He's brave, this little one. She'll say that for him. His loyalty to this Wulbren reminds her of that which she has slowly cultivated for her companions.

He's also kind to her without cause - which gives her complicated feelings. Wyll is like that - but so was Ethel.

"I believe I'm destined for the Towers as well," she says noncommittally. "I'll look for your friends." Especially if their presence means we might all explode.

Barcus lifts his chin and narrows his eyes intently. "Friend. Singular," he says firmly. "I'm looking for Wulbren. If anyone else should be incidentally helped, then bully for them."

To everyone's astonishment - not least Rakha's herself - she suddenly grins harshly. Yes. He does think like her indeed - because she might have said the same, had one of her companions been taken by the cult.

She offers him a place at their camp, since he's going the same way, which is surprising as well. On some level, perhaps, she didn't expect him to accept.

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

Hello! I don't know how this works, but anyways, I wanna make a request n.n

Can you do any character you like X neighbor who's sensitive to loud sounds?

If you don't want to feel free to ignore xD Thanks!

No worries at all, thanks for requesting!! <3 /p

I’ll just do this with Wally since I’m itching to write for him rn :] if you’d like to see a specific character later on feel free to re-ask!! /nf

Catastrophic Cacophony

Wally x GN!Reader Who’s Sensitive to Loud Sounds!

Headcanon format (.. Drabble length. I am a fool.. /lhj) , relation can be interpreted by reader!

As long as you could remember, loud noises got to you. Whether they startled you, or however you reacted, they got to you. It’s just how you were, which is perfectly okay! But to say it didn’t pose an issue sometimes would be.. difficult.

From a particularly loud laugh from a friend, or a screechy microphone at an assembly, to concerts, to movie theatres— loud was everywhere. It could be mediated with headphones, of course, but it was still everywhere. So when you moved into the quaint, sleepy neighbourhood? It was quite relieving!

Sure, the denizens would sometimes get a bit rowdy and loud— but they all seemed to understand if you withdrew, or needed a break— which was very relieving! Besides, they weren’t too loud— nothing going inside your quaint little home couldn’t remedy!

Today was one of those days. The sounds had piled up, and it somewhat felt like everything kept getting louder. Sure, you could maybe brush off the occasional screech— even if it rustled your jimmies a bit (/j), but today? Far too much, far too fast.. So off you took! Bidding the others farewell, you’d take off— taking to idly strolling around the town, today!

As you took a moment to breathe in the newfound silence, settling on one of the rickety, brightly coloured benches of the town— you’d soon hear a small creak from its backrest. This was soon followed by a familiar voice, slow and quiet.

“Helloo.”

It was none other than Wally. His impeccably quiet walking had gotten the better of your senses today— ignoring the fact you.. weren’t actually too sure where he showed up from!

Peeking up, you’d give a brief smile and a hushed greeting before looking away from his unwavering gaze. Slightly intimidating, but by now you knew he meant no harm!

“Do you mind.. if I join you, neighbour?”

You glance over again, immediately meeting his gaze again, and give a small nod. Soon, he’d settle on the bench beside you.

Over time, you had noticed that he seemed to notice your issues— though it wasn’t like you tried to really hide them all too much, anyhow. You noticed as, when he was alone with you, he seemed to make an extra effort to not be loud— which wasn’t too hard for the puppet, anyhow, but I digress.

His voice wouldn’t raise much further beyond his normal talking voice, and his tone would stay steady— never skipping up too high. He wasn’t really sure if pitch got to you, too, but better safe than sorry! Not like he minded to speak somewhat flatly, anyhow— it was already how he spoke, to an extent!

Seemingly, though, he had just followed you out here for your company. He didn’t mind comfortable silence, and he surely hoped you didn’t, too.

Even if that silence was.. a smiiidge less comfortable due to the fact, unless he got momentarily distracted, he was just.. kinda staring at you, idly. Why, he’s an artist, he can’t help but to observe (/j)!

But, with that, you two would just.. sit. Maybe you’d chat a bit, when you had calmed down— he’d let you lead when that conversation would start. But until then? He was perfectly happy to sit in silence with you. Especially on such a nice day!

Hihi!! So sorry if that wasn’t great <:] I wasn’t too sure what to do with the prompt— but I hope the way I took it was satisfactory either way!! Thank you again for requesting!!

I also kinda,, maybe a smidge based this off of my own sensitive hearing HAHA — but I’m hoping I didn’t make it too specific! Tried to make it able to apply to a majority :]

… if you saw me post this early on accident because my finger slipped; nuh uh, no you didn’t /lhj HAHA

[kstormcursed]

Just wanted to say, Oathbringer has some really heavy themes.

I absolutly love your blog and your thoughts, and I am so excited to see your interpretations of some of the events! I really respect you analysis!

That being said, there have been times where I have had to take a break during Oathbringer. I just wanted to say that if you have to take a break, return the book, and then come back to it later, that is okay! We will all still be here later!

Remember this project is for fun, not a responsibility, so as much as I loooooove your content, please remember not to feel pressured to process more than is comfortable. ❤️

(Oathbringer is an amazing book and I think you will really enjoy it, I dont mean to be intimidating, 55 hours of Oathbringer is just a lot for 2 weeks. I wanted to remind you that 2 weeks is an artificial deadline. You can take as long as you want.)

first of all this ask is so kind!!!! thank you a lot <3

I am also so glad that you like my interpretations and analysis ! (I mean, I do do it for fun, but it's always nice to get confirmation from people that have come farther than you yourself haha feeds a bit into my ego ngl XD )

It's actually been really interesting for myself too because at my first readthrough I didn't think that much about kaladin (since I was too busy kissing the floor shallan walks on lol), I mainly dismissed my mixed feelings towards him due to the reluctant hero archetype he embodies that I don't really like. it's only after the end of wor (that fucking moash scene 😭) that I went slightly feral for his arc. *slaps his left ass cheek* this bad boy can fit so many parallels.

now I can actually pinpoint *why* Kal is my least favorite pov character (cuz I'm afraid that hasn't changed lol)! which is cool. I was a bit nervous at first since my interpretation of him isn't necessarily the most charitable (especially considering this is literally a kaladin sideblog 💀) but I'm glad that people seem to agree or at least find it interesting <3 I really love it when people somehow engage with my analysis (tags, answers, asks, rbgs, etc, be it to agree or disagree) and I do try to always respond (though sometimes it takes a bit bcs i need to translate word vomit into sth actually coherent or I haven't really thought about it before)

I have also been told multiple times by now that I need to read row, which I am hyped about !! ^^

wow. okay. I feel like that went away from me for a bit. I apologize for that lol

the two weeks are actually because I'm listening to everything on Libby, and you can't really extend the stormlight books because they are so popular. with words of radiance for example (which I bought, bc for some reason that is the only book in the series that isn't available at my library??) I took about a month I think, so almost double that haha

but I thought it over and I'm probably gonna either make a free trial run at bookbeat or sth so I can listen to it with more calm or just straight up buy it as well. rushing through oathbringer specifically will probably be no good rip

I've actually recently discovered popcorn thrillers so I'm taking breaks from oathbringer by reading some relaxing *checks note* patricide and child kidnapping!

thank you again and I hope everyone reading this has a marvelous day <3

[sodilemonlime]

All Amy’s Relations w/Others!:

❁PreAmy’s Relations:

✤ Desmond - Desmond and Amy’s friendship was good! Desmond thought that Amy was childish but he didn’t mind it all that much; he mainly just found her annoying when she and Valli would act like complete hooligans together when their little group would hangout, he always felt like a mother scolding her two children with those two fools.

♬ Seph -Seph and Amy weren’t very close since he always kept to himself, but when they would talk: their conversations would range from therapy sessions to sibling rivalry to them ranting about their interests, even if one wasn’t into the others interest like that. Seph saw Amy as a little sister he never asked for, but didn’t mind having.

☆ Valli - Valli and Amy are practically sisters at this point, they are each others’ ride or die and love one another (platonically ofc!): Valli was the first person to befriend Amy and they have been attached at the hip ever since! If Amy and Milo stayed in their Pre-forms, Valli would constantly be up their asses asking them about their love-life just to fluster the two lovebirds: she just loves messing with them and loves seeing how in love the two are with each other, she’s their #1 fan!

✄ Ryan - They hate each other..Amy wants him to shrivel up into a ball and 💀, Ryan wishes the same for her. XD

☾VAmy’s Relations:

✤ Desmond - Desmond was surprised at the sudden change in Amy’s usually colorful attire, but their relationship didn’t really change: she was still as playful as ever while he still scolded her. Although, he didn’t scold her as much anymore since Milo tended to glare him down when he did-

☾ Amy noticed how Desmond seemed to be less-vocal and somewhat scared when Milo was with her, but she had no clue why: she understood that Milo seemed scary, but he really wasn’t; he just had a rough exterior after all the shit he’d been though. She chalked it up to Desmond feeling intimidated by Milo’s new persona.

♬ Seph - Seph liked Amy’s new look and their relationship was also somewhat still the same, Seph just tended to keep their usually long conversations brief since he could tell Milo hated when he took up too much of Amy’s attention.

☾ Amy noticed how Seph would cut their conversations short when Milo was around, it made her sad: but she chalked it up to him feeling intimidated by Milo just like Desmond.

☆ Valli - Valli at first was absolutely OBSESSED with Amy’s new look and LOVED how Milo and Amy were practically matching styles, then she noticed how often Milo would glare at her and the others when they were around Amy. So, she asked Amy if she and Milo were doing okay, when Amy confirmed that they were: she took that answer, but kept a close eye on Milo when they would all hangout together.

☾ Amy was still close to Valli, but it began to get harder to spend time with her friends since her time would be taken up by Milo. She felt bad for always spending most of her time with Milo and not her friends, but she hoped that they would understand how much he needed her. When Valli asked her if she and Milo were doing okay, she found it odd but happily told her that they were: but she could tell Valli and the others didn’t fully trust or were intimidated by Milo, knowing that fact alone hurt her inside because they just couldn’t understand why Milo was the way he was now.

✄ Ryan - They still hate each other, but Amy’s desire for Ryan to disappear completely had grown stronger after everything he’d done to her precious Milo…maybe her wish will come true sooner than she thought.

✦MAmy’s Relations:

✤ Desmond - Desmond was threatened by Milo that if he didn’t want any of his own secrets getting leaked out that he’d keep Amy’s name out of his mouth, which he immediately obliged to. He was outcasted from their little friend group and became paranoid at the idea of his secrets getting out, especially if his girlfriend would find out. He wished he would’ve been a better friend and not hurt Amy the way he did, he wished he didn’t get so easily influenced by others and regrets his actions everyday.

✦ When Amy found out through Milo what lies Desmond was telling him the day prior, it shattered her heart: how could someone she considered a friend tell her own boyfriend such horrible lies about her like that? She cried for a few days and began to shut herself out from anyone who wasn’t Milo, her besties and her family in fear of them hurting her. But, after a week of solitude, she decided to take her light back and started going out with Valli and Milo to all sorts of parties. Not only did she gain her light back, she also gained a new found confidence in herself: she loved being the talk of the party alongside Milo and they became an unstoppable duo, they we’re practically untouchable with their social status and all the information they gathered together.

♬ Seph - Seph felt sorry for Amy when he found out what Desmond did, but he also felt sorry for Desmond since he knew how easily influenced he could be: so he was pretty much neutral about the whole thing and tried his best to be there for both Amy and Desmond. When he and Amy eventually drifted apart, he felt terrible but knew that their friendship just wasn’t going to workout in the end.

✦ Amy knew that Seph was still close with Desmond, as much as she hated Desmond: she understood why Seph wasn’t choosing a side and made her peace with that. But, because Seph was still close to Desmond, she eventually drifted apart from Seph and left him in the past.

☆ Valli - When Valli found out what Desmond did: she wanted to kick his ass for saying such bullshit about Amy, but Amy just pleaded with Valli to be there for her and leave Desmond alone, so she did just that (even though she really wanted to beat his ass-). She stayed by Amy’s side as much as she could and was constantly bringing her things to cheer her up, she loved her sister-from-another-mister and wanted to help her. But when Valli saw Amy’s glow coming back and that she wanted to change herself style, Valli was more than willing to help Amy fully transform into the woman she knew she could be. Valli was proud of her bestie for being able to overcome this bump on the road and continued to support Amy and her new lifestyle.

✦ Amy was so thankful to have Valli by her side at her darkest and brightest points, Valli and Milo were her rocks through everything and she appreciated them both so much for dealing with and helping her. She honestly didn’t know what she would do without those two by her side, but all she knew was that she was looking forward to her new life and hoped they be beside her for all of it.

✄ Ryan - Ryan? Her ex Ryan? Oh no, she hasn’t seen him at all for a while, why do you ask?!…He’s gone missing? Oh, how sad! Well, she hopes that he’ll be found safe and sound!.. :)

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𓁹 If you did or didn’t notice, Eris and Amy’s arrows are blank!

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That’s because in all of Amy’s timelines, Ē̴̡̡̻̺̝̩̗͒̋͒̉̽͊͊͗̏͊̈́̽̚͝r̴̛̛̮̭̈́̾̿̈́͂̆̐̅i̶̢̯̖̟͓̮̖͍̭̺͉͔͐̔̏̓̒͛̃̔̽̈́̓s̴͚̖͎͍̰̿ doesn’t exist.

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Milo never met Ē̴̡̡̻̺̝̩̗͒̋͒̉̽͊͊͗̏͊̈́̽̚͝r̴̛̛̮̭̈́̾̿̈́͂̆̐̅i̶̢̯̖̟͓̮̖͍̭̺͉͔͐̔̏̓̒͛̃̔̽̈́̓s̴͚̖͎͍̰̿ because he met Amy.

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Amy is Milo’s only love, the only one who was meant to love him.

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(Warning: Fast Flashing!!!)

In every universe..

In every timeline..

Amy is the P̷̛͍̋̆̉̃̎̊͑̐ę̶̨̘̻͕͒̓̋͂́͑ͅŗ̷̧̨̩̠̮̗͊̐f̷͈̦̘̾̾͒̍̽̊̈é̸̛̥͇̳̜͍̯̖͎͂͗̈́͗͆͊̉͘͝c̴̹̿̆̕ť̷͙͓̬͍͍͙͇͓̬ ̶̨̨̨̘̎̒̎͛͐̆̀͝L̶̤͚̠͔̻̭̤͈̩̩͆̓̈́̊o̵̧͙̫̣͚̰̩̪͙͓͛͝v̷̨̨̫͖̠̝̂͋̐̐̑͐͜͠e̸̡͖͙͇͚̰͎̰̔̿͘ for Milo.

[amethystina]

Just saw episode 7 and wauw.

I don't know why but I always feel too stupid to follow this show. But I always come back because there is so much going on and I do enjoy watching all the manipulations and stuff happen.

Though it was not cool to use Ga On's past like that in the court room. And than that heartbreaking revelation in the prison! I wonder what that will to to Ga On.

Sun-ah is kinda cool, in a terrifying way. That last scene she had with the chairman, that beautiful white dress she wore( and how it was then stained red, so damn powerful). I instantly had the feeling that 'silencing her forever' would be a bad idea. Glad to know I was right. 😊

Ga on is sort of a ray of sunshine but not quite. He does have a dark side to him and I guess Judge Kang saw that almost instantly.

I think the only real ray of sunshine (for now) is Judge Oh

This show does take you for quite a ride, yes, and some things won't be answered/made final until the very last episode. But that also means that the rewatch value is pretty high, if you ask me. I found it very interesting to watch it a second time and see just how much my understanding of certain scenes changed.

And, tbh, it made Yo Han's characterisation even better for me. I tend to soak up details about people's behaviour and personalities like a sponge but, sometimes, I don't always know what all of it MEANS. Sometimes I need the full picture before all of it makes sense. And Yo Han was one of those characters. I couldn't be sure if my reading of his character was correct until the very last episode, because only then did I have all the (available) information and could formulate my final analysis.

But yeah! There are a lot of twists and turns! And it's wonderfully executed!

Yo Han using Ga On's parents' deaths to his advantage is one of those things that just... well, it sucks, plain and simple xD And I think Ga On has every right to be angry about that for YEARS to come, if he so wants to. It was a shitty move.

Ga On has it rough in episode 7. That poor boy.

Sun Ah is SPECTACULAR. But also very intimidating. I LOVE her as a character and how she's more or less the female equivalent of Yo Han, just with some added twists and nuances. Or he's the male equivalent of her — however you want to put it. They're mirrored, anyway. And I quite like that.

I do like that Ga On can be both soft and caring but also very, very dark. It gives him a lot of depth.

Oh Jin Joo is my QUEEN and yes, she's a ray of sunshine! She does have her moments too but, overall, she's just lovely.

[sockpuppethistorian]

Sex and the City, S1E2 Review from the PoV of an AroAce

Alright, y’all. I’ve got a nice large glass of water (??? this is not even a normal show-watching drink, not sure why I’m mentioning it), Netflix open. We’re up to Season 1, Episode 2 of Sex and the City (to read my first liveblog review go here).

My prediction before starting, while the credits play: there will be sex, talk of sex, and it will fail the Bechdel Test so bad that it has to repeat a grade.

OKAY: We are opening to Voiceover Carrie typing away on her computer, setting the stage for the little mini storylines I assume. These are the stories that the episode ends up being about:

Miranda goes on a blind date and discovers a “Modelizer” (that’ll make sense shortly) and is disgusted then spends the rest of the episode being disgusted by a guy who likes her

Samantha really wants to be treated like a model and tries to get a guy who only dates models to also have sex with her

Carrie tries to “test out” whether a Modelizer will have sex with her? Or something? Not sure what she’s doing

I think Charlotte is like not in this episode except for group scenes. Oh well.

Starting with… Miranda and a “dinner party first date” thing with some guy who has a thin head. Naturally, it opens to them at the table with like 10 people and the question asked at this first date dinner party is “old movie stars would’ve you liked to f*** when they were young?”

I—

There are lots of fun questions that I’m sure would be entertaining at a dinner party but I feel like this would be so…………….. uncomfortable. But OF COURSE, Miranda laughs this off and says “hahaha alive or dead lol XD?” And everyone has an IMMEDIATELY answer…………. Not going to list out all their answers because they seem slightly outdated even for 1998 but I’m?? Do people just casually think about this?

Reminder this is a FIRST DATE.

The women at the dinner party then pull Miranda aside, and basically say -- GET THIS — “usually Nick brings models here and they have bad answers to the “old celebrity f***ing” question so we told him to bring someone with a better answer who wasn’t a model and you had a great answer.” So Miranda is the non-model.

And they say she’s “obviously not a model.”

And Nick admits he’s “obsessed with models.”

Carrie says these types of men like Nick are “modelizers.” (Aka men who date models almost exclusively)

“Modelizers are a particular breed, a step beyond womanizers.” -Carrie Bradshaw, 1998, Earth.

scene change

Aaaaand now the 4 ladiezzz are having Chinese food discussing men wanting to date models and how they’re not models. Voiceover Carrie refers to the four of them as “four single friends.” Do we need the identifier of their relationship status in this? Really?

Briefly talking about the “impossible standards of beauty” before quickly going right back to hating models. They’re talking about the parts of their bodies that they all hate, which I don’t feel the need to repeat here because they’re obviously played by famous actresses who are all gorgeous and while I’m GLAD they’re showing that everyone has moments of self-esteem struggles it’s frustrating too because they barely lift each other up.

Okay TED talk over.

“I find it hard to believe that four beautiful flesh and blood women are intimidated by some unreal fantasy.” Okay, Carrie, you have a good point there.

Soooo interesting things are happening. Voiceover Carrie is now basically contemplating why models make women feel insecure, but instead of just focusing on the insecurity/women/body shaming aspect of it, she’s saying it’s related to MEN DATING MODELS. And men finding models attractive.

Carrie, babe….. I don’t think it’s related to men.

Ooh! A quote from Nick, for some reason: “Why f*** the girl in the skirt, when you can f*** the girl in the ad for the skirt?” Gag me with a spoon.

A few models explaining how men want them because they’re hot and they enjoy being the object of their attention, a few lines that basically make models sound like idiots (“I read. I once read a whole magazine cover to cover.”

Aaaand Nickyboy (NIck, Miranda’s datę) has another little cut-in comment about how sometimes people tell him models don’t have brains, but he then argues to the camera that they don’t need to use their brains and who cares what people think, because he gets to “f*** a model.” The objectification is ABHORRENT.

scene change

Okay, now Carrie is with some weird “modelizer” artist named Barkley.

Please buckle in before I talk about this.

He’s… making some sort of art exhibit while talking about “beautiful things” (aka models) and why he likes to have sex with them. And then decides to show Carrie the art he is working on that he “unfortunately” can’t show the public yet……. And it’s about 10 televisions that he turns on and shows Carrie, each of which have a different sex tape with a different model. And Carrie just sits and watches it with him?? And the women don’t know about it??

So Carrie lights a cigarette and watches the simultaneous sex tapes with him.

Y’all this just makes me angry. I get that this show is about sex but this seems to make it seem like objectification is just completely intertwined with it. I don’t like that at ALL.

There’s got to be some way to talk about sex without losing respect for the women and gaining respect for the men about the exact same things in the same conversation.

Skippeedoo asks Carrie to desperately find out whether Miranda is interested in him, and has Carrie call her, but then takes the phone and is desperately trying to ask. I just… Man.

“Modelizers.” Oy.

I’m also seeing a lot of objectification of literally everyone on all sides, including Carrie’s token Gay Friend who has a male model client who he is also “obsessed” with. We love boundaries. (“We” does not include Carrie’s Token Gay Friend, who hopes the male model is gay and wants to date him).

“How could anyone that gorgeous be straight?” I have so many questions.

Samantha finds out that Barkley (the sex tape man) “only dates models” and seems to take this as a challenge. Samantha is Aromantic, I’ve decided. She’s definitely sexual but I’m not seeing any desire for a long term romantic thing. That’s my new take.

BIG IS BACK. I literally do not get it. Carrie tells Big that some men only date models, and tells him what she is “discovering,” with Big commenting some people just have a “thing for exceptionally beautiful women.”

Carrie apparently doesn’t have an office??? She WORKS FROM HOME FULL TIME?? Either in her apartment or a coffee shop?? In 1998????????

MR. BIG IS DATING A MODEL HAHAHAHAHAHA. Amazing.

Samantha asks about Sex Tape Man Barkley, and when Carrie explains that he records their sex, she wants to do it even more???? Aromantic Samantha.

Alright now Carrie is hanging out with Male Model, saying how he’s essentially an Anti-Modelizer (like him personally, he avoids dating models, you get what I mean). I literally cannot tell if Carrie is trying to date him/have sex with him/I don’t even know or just experimenting to check a box off or something.

“So what do you want to be when you grow up”-Male Model, asking 30something Carrie. I love that for him. He says he wants to leave NYC and move back home to his hometown to be a cop, then goes on to ask if they could just lie together and hang out all night and talk and not do anything sexual, and that he's lonely. Y’all, Male Model is asexual. Another new take.

Skippydippy just ran into Miranda in a convenience store and begs for like the third time this episode why they can’t date, and even though Miranda is like “no you’re too young for me,” he asks a fourth time and then she tells him to come over……. Presumably... to have sex………..

Aaaaand Samantha has sex with Sex Tape Man Barkley, and asks mid-sex if he’s making a sex tape. When he’s not (“I only tape models”) she asks him to and he says “fine.” ???? I think it’s fine to want to make sex tapes and whatnot but knowing he’s doing it in a public art installation and has no respect for the women and doesn’t even usually tell them they’re being filmed makes me kind of…………… icky. I’d think sex tapes are more like a “we both agree to this” thing, which I guess they’re agreeing in this scenario, but I don’t think if I was Samantha I’d agree to that.

Actually if I was Samantha I wouldn’t have been having sex with him in the first place so that’s irrelevant isn’t it.

“After a while you just want to be with the one who makes you laugh,” Mr. Big explains why being a Modelizer can’t be a lifelong pursuit. Again, WHAT??? I just don’t get it. What is the goal of dating for these people?????? Nobody here wants a relationship.

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Most “ALLO SAY/DO WHAT?” Moments, in no particular order:

Samantha wanting to have sex with someone--anyone-- who has sex with models

That dude Barkley casually making secret sex tapes and then casually showing them to Carrie

Samantha being offended Barkley wasn't secretly taping their sexual encounter

Skippideedooda continually wanting to see Miranda even though she was mean to him the entire time

All four of the main women believing that women's insecurities are specifically due to dating men

ANYWAYYYYY

This was very long, so thank you for sticking with me. This episode was disgusting I give it a 2/10, everyone needs to screw their heads on straight and respect each other. You can be allosexual but I draw the line at viewing other people as bodies to use for sex.

Should I keep going? Should I try to shorten this very very lengthy format? I’m still trying to play around with how I should do this, like keeping it as stream of consciousness or doing something more concise.

Happy June :)