#but it'd be nice for my existence to be acknowledged. not asking for much - a little mouse click on a fic that very clearly...

[undercat-overdog]

A mere kudos would be enough for me.

[gay-dorito-dust]

I have a request idea for Wednesday that hopefully you can make <3

So I was thinking that Wednesday has feelings for reader but has hardly admitted it to herself yet let alone for reader, so after the battle with Crackstone (is that the name of the old pilgrim guy?) and after Wednesday was stabbed and all that, she starts to feel the weight i f everything that happens and reader offers the take care of her, begrudgingly Wednesday agrees and then reader cleans up her wounds, helps her change clothes and all that all the while treating Wednesday with utmost kindness; and Wednesday just kinda melts for it? Like she had one hell of a night so being treated with such care really gets to her, maybe she gets a bit emotional? And she can ask to spend the night with reader or something, just Wednesday realizing how nice it feels to have someone holding her for a change. Thought it'd be cute, feel free to elaborate <3

Crackstone left more scars then Wednesday would ever hope to admit. She was forced to acknowledge that on multiple accounts throughout the duration of her uphill battle against the undead pilgrim; she had come across too many close for comfort encounters with the concept of dying with secrets concerning her feelings towards you clogging up her throat, chocking her with the lies she ever spoke into existence. Death might’ve been something Wednesday fleetingly tempted at every given moment, whether willingly or unwillingly. However once she has gotten too close to embracing the sweet sting of deaths dreaded kiss; she finally felt the suffocating grip of fear against her chest.

Wednesday often forgotten that her hardened stance at life didn’t make her impervious to being easily cut down and left to bleed out much like a got her human. So when she was laid out across the floor of Crackstone’s crypt, her body progressively getting colder by the second, she grew fearful at not being able to tie up every loose end in her life, she feared not having have said everything she has ever wanted to say to the people she held in a remotely high regard. You, Enid, Pugsley and Eugene were the first that came to mind when she originally thought that.

So as she continued fighting to good fight well into the night, her mind was bombarded by a plethora of questions that were left open ended due to the lack of an answer on her behalf. For they were all asking what would become of her future if she was to succeed or die miserably in trying. “Wednesday?” You emerged from the plumes of black smoke, face filthied with mud and sooth but still looked enticing to the Addams with fear lacing your eyes as they looked over her with growing concern. “Oh my god, what did he- no. Don’t tell me the grotesque details and follow me…please.” Tired from all the fighting Wednesday couldn’t find it within herself to fight with you and instead begrudgingly followed closely behind you as you lead her up to the nurses office; Where you made her sit on one of the beds whilst you rummaged the cabinets with frantic and grabbed ahold of the necessities and splaying them out on the table beside the bed.

“This’ll sting a little bit but it’s better then leaving your wounds to infect and cause even more problems for you later on.” You told her as you brushed away some of her raven locks from the wound on her forehead before gingerly dabbing the disinfectant wipe across the dried blood, which caused Wednesday to stiffen beneath your touch. It wasn’t that she was feeling the sting that you mentioned but more so the fact that you were treating her as though one would treat porcelain. The way your fingers would caress her skin with such a gentle nature even as you firmly pressed the gauze against her wound before using the medical tape to keep it into place; the lingering kiss of your fingertips still hauntingly drifted across her skin long after you moved on to the wound across her palm.

It wasn’t until you stared sweetly cooing soft words of comfort to her when her resolve started to crumble at your feet and as unpacked emotions she kept concealed began to formulate in the tears that blossomed within the corners of her dark eyes. “You’re so brave Wednesday,” you told her as you repeated the actions you did for her forehead wound, grimacing when you uncovered the grand scale of the injury but yet you still looked at her with the softest eyes anyone has ever given her, that she had to bite her bottom lip to stop herself from crying out. “I’m so proud of you, you saved us and save the school and you said you didn’t like being a hero.” You added as you placed the necessary coverage on her palm, securing it place with medical tape.

“That’s the problem, I’m not the hero you make me out to be y/n. Principle Weems died because of me, everyone here almost died because of me, you, enid, Eugene, Thing and Xavier almost died because of me!” Wednesday cried out in anguish, staring at you with her bleary eyes as she reached out to grasp the hand you had on top of her knee and squeezed it tightly desperately in hopes that some essences of your softness would seep into her. As though in an act of desperation to feel it again, to remind her that you were very much real and not a figment of some unprocessed trauma she may have endured during the fight.

Wednesday was scared that you would wake up and realise the truth to her words and leave her so to prevent that potentially happening, she tightened her grip on your hand, almost pressing your palm down into her knee like she was trying to mold you eternally to her being. “Don’t praise me for resolving something that I was predestined to bring upon the school before my conceptualised birth….I’m a monster in the same vein that Tyler was.” She croaked as the words just continued to flow out of her live a raging river, prophesied for a full speed collision with a powerful waterfall. “Don’t say that Wednesday, it’s not true.” You tried to comfort her but she was already steadfast in her self conception as being incapable of being worth the amount of praise given.

“It’s the truth for me y/n!” Wednesday exclaimed, more tears cascaded down her cheeks by this time that you were almost left speechless at seeing her convey this much emotion. “You shouldn’t be forced to be within the presence of a monster.” She trailed off, casting her eyes downwards so she doesn’t have to gauge your reaction as the toll of her emotions throbbed throughout her chest like a pained heartbeat. “Oh Wednesday.” She heard you say so softly that she believes that she was making up hearing your voice. When suddenly you brought the girl into your arms and once the stunned feeling wore off Wednesday collapsed into you shoulder and weeped heavily, soaking the fabric, but you didn’t care as you’d rather her cry out her emotions then bundle them up in an act of a self destructive tendency.

“You could never be a monster to me Wednesday, so don’t go and put yourself in the same category as Tyler Galpin. He was a true monster of no mortality, you on the other hand had all that Gaplin wished he was and so much more. So please don’t ever think yourself comparative to the likes of him. When you are better then him in every other way possible.” You finished speaking and felt Wednesday grip onto you even tighter as her sobs continued the rack her body violently that you had to sit yourself down on the bed beside her. “Can I stay with you, just for tonight?” Wednesday spoke up after her sobs hand long subsided but refused to remove herself from your comforting hold, as she found herself heavy with fatigue and a overwhelming desire to sleep with your arms. You chuckled softly as you ran your hands up and down her back, feeling her melt even further into your chest.

“Of course you can, you didn’t even have to ask.” So when you both managed to make your way safely to your dorm, not bothered in going through the effort in changing clothes, you and Wednesday cuddled up underneath your covers and drifted off into your dreams as Wednesday grasped onto you tightly, sighing peacefully.

[ihopesocomic]

You've probably gotten a lot of messages like this before but I wanted to just thank you guys for showing a form of abuse that isn't only physical and still calling it abuse and not hand waving it away. So many stories that include abuse tend to assume that it only counts as abuse if it's physical. They ignore mental and emotional abuse entirely and if they do acknowledge it, it's portrayed as not that bad and something you need to forgive your abusers for.

As someone who's still coming to terms with my own experience with a similar kind of abuse that Adamant and Hope faced, your comic makes me feel seen and validated in my feelings and especially in my choice to cut off the family that hurt me. Seeing Adamant and Hope leave and not be shunned for it was such a relief and breath of fresh air after so much media tells you to forgive people who hurt you, especially if they are family.

again, thank you. I'm forever thankful this comic exists. you two are fantastic and I can't wait to see where the story goes :)

Thank you so so much, anon. We feel mixed emotions when we get asks like this because it's nice to hear but it's also so hard to hear our readers dealing with what we've dealt with and it's also hard to articulate how much we hear you and how sorry we are.

What you're saying is such a good point. Emotional abuse is so often discounted and watered down and even disregarded as being hurtful. It also doesn't help that even physical abuse gets the same treatment. Especially when it's just dismissed as 'discipline' or a 'loss of control'. But going back to emotional abuse, this is one of the main things that we wanted to so desperately try and portray vs. how My Pride had portrayed it. The very idea that emotional abuse at the hands of your family isn't actually abuse because it's just them loving you and 'wanting what's best for you'.

Which is so ridiculous because overprotectiveness can very, very easily mutate into smothering and parents feeling that their children have zero agency or identity outside of themselves, especially if you're disabled. Parents like this don't deserve humanisation or sympathy. Their actions are possessive and unhealthy and may be a indication they're suffering from a form of abuse themselves.

My Pride could have tackled this with Powerstrike. She lost her mate and son. Her culture is heavily against her and her own sense of agency. However, the script is too busy highlighting how she feels 'weak' because her daughter is disabled and can seemingly do nothing to fulfil this unachievable image she has of her.

It's how you know the script was written by an able-bodied individual, somebody who will never know that this kind of thing makes you feel like utter dirt as somebody who isn't a "perfect" neurotypical, able-bodied individual.

Even if the creator is neurodivergent herself, this was such a huge ball to drop. Powerstrike saying 'whenever I look at you, I only see what you could have been' is very much a fucking Powerstrike problem and she deserves to rot for it. Being viewed under the lens of what you "could" be if you didn't have a physical disability or conditions that cause developmental delays like autism is downright devastating for those who have them and fuck that show for trying to humanise Powerstrike by having her spout such garbage.

There was nothing remotely sympathetic about that speech. It was just Powerstrike whining about having a disabled daughter and the context of the speech is that she was called out for not caring about her children and the creator somehow thinks that her child being disabled.... excuses that?

I apologise for going off on a rant, but Powerstrike's speech fits the bill exactly with what what you're talking about because MP fans have fallen for it hook, line and sinker and refused to see how gross it is because Powerstrike never physically abused Nothing like Quickmane did. Even though it is very obviously emotional abuse and manipulation.

It'd be great if we could just assume this is just superfans defending their favourite show's honour because god forbid something they enjoy is delivering problematic messages like how parents who have an ableist perception of their children deserve sympathy, but we've had people come to us and directly point to the show's writing as a reason for them failing to identify valid forms of abuse and therefore feel they cannot act upon it or seek help for it.

May not be what the creator intended because she was presumably high off her own fumes when she wrote speeches like Powerstrike's, but that's the reality and making excuses for it like MP fans have isn't going to make the issue get any better.

Doing this comic has allowed me to confront the same feelings you have also had to contend with, anon, and I'm very happy we have been able to share something together there. You and others like you also make me feel less alone and less angry about what I've experienced and I hope you never forget that. - RJ

[tio-trile]

I'm unironically so mad we never got to see grown up Adam. That would have been so cool. Like yes I love focusing on my gay husbands but it came at the expense of every other character that's ever existed. Beelz and Gabe's romance got 7 seconds of screentime, same with Maggie and Nina. Muriel hardly even existed and I keep forgetting their name. What happened to Adam, or the Them, or Warlock, or Anathema and Newt? Did they just, like, die? I don't need a 10 episode explanation on what happened to everyone else but it'd be nice if we could acknowledge that other characters than AziCrow existed. Damn. :(

(Sorry if you're totally getting sick of GOS2 asks! The wound is still fresh.)

Aziraphale and Crowley were the fan-favorite side characters from the book, so Amazon saw "fan-favorite" and ran with that. I'm not going to pretend that I liked the human characters more than I liked Aziraphale and Crowley, but MAN watching the season made me realize how much sense it made to have them not be the main characters 😂 who knows, maybe we'll see returning faces in season 3, but what's done is done and that's not going to fix everything for me.

[noisester]

He's been sitting in his office and staring at a portable mirror for an eternity. Posters of the staggering amount of programs he's managed to get involved in cluttered up the walls around him. That was... A lot. Even by rat bastard standards, that was a lot! Shame he can't be fully in peace knowing the snake didn't pop out of existence in the end, but hey. Despite it all, he could confidently say the Fake Noise kerfuffle was reaching its conclusion. Noisette already mentioned she needed to head out to fix her café, so he was positive she wasn't gonna get abducted by the horrors anytime soon GABYYYYYYY WHEN I GET YOU GABY--.

Honestly? It was a good opportunity to process the events and take a breather. NTV was still hanging by a thin thread, but he wasn't too worried about it. Nuh uh. He wouldn't say it aloud, but... The burnout finally caught up to him. He did do the bare minimum of uh. Quietly toiling away at a control panel to broadcast his little update message and have his channel do re-runs. His audience probably wasn't starving for fresh content and must've gotten overstimulated after all of that chaos, anyway. Weird thing to acknowledge given the projects Noise usually creates.

"I'm nothing like that fraud." He reassures himself while still looking back at the mirror, "I don't run my shows out of desperation; I've got a life outside the industry! 'The Noise' is just a TV thing! Yeah--... Just a TV thing."

He tries to stay in a comfortable position by leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head, but his forced smug grin states otherwise.

"What more could a guy ask for, woag? I run NTV, I have a lovely girlfriend, I make Peppidiot suffer when I feel like it........... I run NTV."

Another long minute of deafening silence. He took his hat off and leaned further into his chair to shake off that lump in his mind, but instead ended up getting lost in his thoughts again...

Who was Theodore? A man of many traits and qualities who loves his job, plainly. Simple. One-note. Presumably got involved in an unknown incident at work. Woke up to Bossman giving him a helping hand and asking him questions after losing consciousness. Even when months had passed, he could still somewhat feel that ache on his head haunting him... Okay, I got bonked there, but by what..?

"...Would it make that much of a difference? To have my memories back?" What could he gain from this? Awareness? Respect? Acknowledging things he probably didn't need to? Sating the missus with information he couldn't provide back when they were getting to know each other? There's noticeably a large mallet standing in the corner of the room. You know, that iconic gag in movies that would either magically bear fruit or further reset your brain after getting bashed with it. Well, considering the amount of times he got comically thwacked with a broom to no avail... That wasn't an option.

Part of him wondered if he could piss off the writers by cheating and directly asking Noise Emptyzone about his backstory for hints, but alas, his head might be an empty zone in itself as well. Ugh.

"My life is great as is. I've got everything I want! Sure, it'd be nice to have some context, but." But it might not be worth it, would it? Besides, amnesia backstories are super rad when you think about it! You get to stand out from the crowd while they all stare at you weird! Not that he cares about how others perceive him, it's just a nice thing to consider when toying with people is your whole schtick. Yeah, yeah.

"What if I'm being overdramatic and my amnesia was a blessing a disguise? Huh? What if I'm just a guy with a nothingburger past? What then??"

"Nooooiiiise, buddy, chum, pal! It's not in your nature to ask this many questions at once. What gives?"

...

One of the posters on his walls replied.

Noise didn't have the guts to turn to face the intruder. Or is it an intruder? Was he imagining a voice in his head? Which belonged to THAT clown, precisely? It certainly wasn't another bluetooth joke from Mr. Emptyzone. Even if it was, he wouldn't be mimicking the voice of his boss and... Watch him from the sidelines like that. Yeesh.

"Goddamnit," He finally mutters, "Did the bomb summon you??? We went over th"

"Ohhhhh, no no no! Quite the opposite, in fact! Your little trick proved me you didn't lose your edge!"

"..."

"...Okay, I DID regret hiring you." Comical pause, followed by a wide smile and a shrug A smile big and wide. A smile very big and wide, "But what can silly ole me say? It's a move that did wonders at its time! Heehoo!"

Noise remained uncharacteristically speechless. He didn't show any sign of hostility, nor did he bite back at his dumbass boss finding amusement in all of this. The poster was quick to notice that before rolling its eyes.

"Tongue-tied, eh? Oh well, keep annoying that sweaty Italian, Noise. It'll only benefit the both of us. Good luck with your career! And remember: don't ask questions, have fun with it! Toodle-oo!"

And with that, the illustration within the poster went back to its previous pose, ceasing to animate.

...

He's fine.

[spacenintendogs]

😈 Trick or Treat!! 🌔🦇✨

TREAT!!!!! :)

have a big ol' chunk from my snotstrid fic (a later chapter)

It's quiet in Astrid's room. Her parents are out for the day and the rest of their friends are either working or have another engagement. No need for her and Snotlout to put on a show like they usually do.

They can simply exist.

These days are her favorite. She won't admit it, and neither will Snotlout. She knows they're his favorite, too.

They're sitting on her bed. Snotlout is quietly scrolling on his phone while Astrid reads a book Fishlegs let her borrow. It's alright. It's a mystery novel, one that's as predictable as the rest of the ones Astrid has read but the characters are good enough. They at least have personalities. She pauses in her reading at the feeling of Snotlout laying his head down on her lap. Astrid folds the corner of the page she's on and shuts the book. The slap of the book closing startles Snotlout.

"Sorry," Astrid says blandly. Snotlout hums as an acknowledgment of her apology and goes back to scrolling. He's got his phone tilted enough so she can see. It's nothing special. He'll stop to watch a video he finds funny and snort at it. Sends it to one of the twins. Keeps scrolling. Shares a post. Keeps scrolling. Replies to an argument that doesn't matter and never involves him. Keeps scrolling. Blocks the person he'd responded to because they responded back. Keeps scrolling.

Astrid smiles as she watches him make a post, scrolling through his camera roll to find the best photos of Hookfang he has saved. He's switched to the sanctuary's account. When Hiccup initially gave everyone access to the account, Astrid had been so sure it would be a mistake. Nothing has happened except maybe a small battle in who could get the coolest or cutest photo of their dragons. The current one Snotlout has chosen is pretty cute. Hookfang is rolled up in a tangled ball with a small part of his tongue sticking out. Astrid gently runs her fingers through Snotlout's hair as he makes a ridiculous caption and uploads the post. Snotlout sighs and locks his phone, setting it down next to him on the bed.

Astrid continues to run her fingers through his hair as he dozes off. She likes how long his hair has gotten. It's much thicker now, and when he doesn't have it sticking up from the ridiculous gel he uses, it rests nicely on his shoulders. He's recently washed it, probably because he knew he'd be coming over today. It feels soft and looks very fluffy. He also has those matching dark, thick eyebrows. Snotlout claims he doesn't do his eyebrows, but with how shaped they are, and the tweezers she's found in his bathroom after seeing the area around his eyebrows being bright red, he definitely does. Not that she's complaining. He does a nice job.

Her eyes move to the rest of his face. Snotlout's eyes are closed, making it easy to see his long, dark lashes. She swears, men always seem to have the prettier eyelashes. His cheeks are red from sunburn, and the rest of his face is tanned from previous sunburns. Freckles and blemishes are abundant across his face. He loves the sun. He likes being warm.

The dark scraggles of facial hair above his lips and on his chin aren't impressive. He claims he's growing facial hair for her, but somehow his hair grows everywhere else on his body. She doesn't want him to shave his face, though. He looks far too clean when he does.

Astrid's eyes wander down to his strong chest and arms. Summer means tank tops for him. Shirtless whenever he can. His tan lines are nearly non-existent on his upper body. The tank top he's wearing now is loose enough that it hangs low and the sides are open to show his side boob. Astrid snorts to herself at referring to his side boob as side boob.

"What?" Snotlout asks, not amused in the slightest. He hasn't bothered to open his eyes, which is fine. He doesn't need to know she's ogling him. It'd make his ego far too big if that is possible.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep."

"I'm not sleeping," Snotlout mumbles as he shifts himself a little bit and resettles.

"Sure, Lout. Now go back to sleep."

[lawlietscaramels]

This may be a weird request, but I wanted to combine one of my favorite anime’s with one of my favorite mythical creatures so here we go lol. Sfw please! Also I hope all who are reading this have a nice day and God bless!

Do you think you could write a Death Note scenario where L (and if you want to add any of the other characters you can too!) finds out that the reader (who is a member of the task force) is a werewolf? However they aren’t naturally evil or aggressive in any way, but they are afraid that people would become afraid of them or try to capture them if the world found out. Since many stories focus on werewolves being bloodthirsty monsters. So they try to hide it. What would L think of them? Would he be afraid of them? How would he find out? Would he help them keep their secret or would he tell the others about it? Would the reader give him a strawberry if he kept it a secret?

Werewolf! ╾ L

reminder to all I don't write sexual NSFW. (Well, I suppose I am a risk of writing gory NSFW.) but I'm pretty sure this ask was sent before I wrote of α and β, so, yeah, nonsexual is all I write :P

Content warning: menstrual cycle & L being weird about it mentioned in dot points 2 & 3.

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Werewolves watch out, because if you think L won't notice that one of the very few people he's working with is conspicuously absent every month... you are dead wrong

Though, if our werewolf is liable to have a menstrual cycle, L is probably going to assume it's something to do with that.

Until he gets weirded out that it's only one day, not two or three, and starts tracking your mood, and then........ it doesn't always seem to align. Suspicious.

So.

I wonder what you would do, actually, if you were trying to hide werewolvishness from L? It'd be hard. You'd probably have to leave the building entirely, because mans got cameras, but that'd be quite suspicious too.

All this to say, the wolf is not in the bag for long. (like. like letting the cat out of the bag. but. werewolf. i think I'm funny)

Though, even having had to acknowledge the existence of Shinigami, I think L is likely to kind of hide from the logical conclusion of "werewolf" as long as he can. His world has already been tipped on his head. What's next, fairies? Money at the end of rainbows? Unicorns? Well, those things aren't as bad as werewolves or gods of death.

All that to say, he wouldn't let himself come to the conclusion until he actually saw you in wolf form. I think he'd shriek, kick your nose, and climb onto something.

he's so silly. i love him.

Anyway. L is definitely wary.

He probably wouldn't say scared, as much for pride as for anything else, but he also figures if he hasn't been violently attacked yet it's unlikely an animal much stronger than he is trying to trick him when it can use brute strength.

After being reassured and calming down – which only happens once you are in human form and he's 50 metres away from you – L is very curious. He asks 1001 questions.

He also understands why you'd want to keep it secret. Anybody would have a bad reaction to a werewolf, right? He wouldn't tell others – except maybe Watari and the Task Force, though for the latter he'd strongly encourage you to do it. It's not smart to be a dangerous-looking wolf around men with guns, you know. But apart from that, it's your secret.

L remains very curious. Every day he seems to have a new question.

What about vampires? Sirens?

Does your fur shed? We might need to keep you outside.

Do you ever eat raw meat? Does it make you sick in human form, or is your body as strong as a wolf's either way?

I think the reader should really give L a strawberry cheesecake for keeping a secret like this.

But yes! Terrified initially, but in the end reasonable. I was initially going to say he'd probably confine you, and he'd definitely do this if there was any possibility of the werewolf in question attacking someone or losing their human-mind, but thinking over it while writing I figured 1) he couldn't overpower a wolf haha and 2) if there was no reason to, he wouldn't want to. It's not very nice. If there was reason he would, of course. Safety above all else.

This was fun, thanks for the ask!

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

[proton-selfships]

🎵Music, 🕯️Candle, and 🧵Thread for the s/i ask game!!

Lore and S/I Ask Game

Thank you, Starshine!

🎵 Music: If you/your self-insert had a theme song, what would it be?

I was gonna flex my music taste and pick "The Noise Inside My Head" by Assemblage 23 for this one, since that one's got similar themes of feeling overwhelmed by your own mind… But this is the theme song for my S/I.

If I can be real for a second while sparing you all the grisly details, I feel like I struggle in silence a lot against my own mind. Really, it's a struggle just to acknowledge how bad it actually is when I feel like I need to punish myself for being lazy and selfish and inhuman since that's how it must look to anyone on the outside looking in… And that's just in real life! My S/I getting overwhelmed by the sensory input from her powers and feeling like even more of a monster because of how much potential they have to hurt people would just make all of that even worse!

But a big takeaway from my arc is that I don't have to be alone. And really, I never was.

And the way the chorus is addressed to "kid" just hits given all the younger familial and platonic F/Os I've collected in this series who are all going through their own shit, too ;;w;;

🎵 Bonus: An extra song that fits you/your self-insert and your F/O!

I was going to put specific lyrics from this one here, but honestly if I did I'd just be putting down all of them because it fits my perspective of my relationship with Laurel so well! I want to be with her and I'm choosing to be with her! Even if the past still weighs on her, she deserves happiness now and to make her life what she wants it to be with her newfound freedom from the social pressures that threatened to divide us and the lifelong mission that she'd chosen too young! Because I know that's what we both want, and it'll be scary at times and take a while to get there, but we'll walk that road together!

This song's basically the embodiment of my idealistic refusal to give up on Laurel, from the lyrics to the way it sounds! It makes me so emotional to think about askdfjsdkafhsdf ;w;

🕯️ Candle: Do you/your self-insert have a secret? If so, what is it and why do they keep it to themselves? Is it dark and mysterious or something small, yet impactful?

Well, if I told you, then it wouldn't be a secret anymore, would it? ;3

I don't know if I really have any secrets so much as things that I don't talk about in contexts where I don't see a need to or fear it'd make people uncomfortable.

So… Being as vague as possible for the purposes of keeping it suitable to this blog… I end up keeping it a secret for a bit that I secretly enjoyed having been manipulated by Laurel. Not the part where I was complicit in a plan that ended up hurting people, but that feeling of being looked after, and being told what to do and think and being owned by her in some way, was really nice. Plus, it all lined up a little too well with past fictional crushes I've had both in-universe and out LMAO

Laurel and I unpack that later on our own, but it stays between us for obvious reasons given that we're supporting characters in a show aimed at teens, so it wouldn't impact canon at all! (Aside from a throwaway joke or two, since that'll never be off the table in any canon where Gomez and Morticia exist.)

🧵Thread: What would you/your self-insert wear in the source your F/O is from? It can be multiple outfits or just one! Bonus: Do you have a weapon? If so, describe it or show it!

Honestly, just the stuff that I wear in real life since the source is so similar to our world! My go-to is a t-shirt and jeans with sneakers, with a jacket or flannel over it depending on the weather, since it's easy and unobtrusive and having a shirt with cute or cool stuff on it makes me happy! I imagine that'd be a way for the costume designers to slip in a bunch of references to different video games and bands if my S/I were canon.

And the bonus part doesn't apply this time since my S/I never uses a weapon, only her powers. And even then she's not a combatant, she's faculty at a school. A school where a bunch of wild shit happens, so those powers do see a lot of use, but still!

[purplesurveys]

1943

Are you more afraid of death or not completely living? Not completely living. Death happens to all...I can easily accept that. But I don't think I can forgive myself if I end up not living my life to the fullest I can make it.

What are you most afraid of? I feel like my answer here changes every time I'm asked this, haha. To prove that point, today I'm feeling most afraid of being helpless in vulnerable situations. Scenarios like getting raped, being held at gunpoint or knifepoint, being demanded that I turn over my wallet... stuff like that.

If you had $100 dollars, how would you spend it? Hundred percent it'd go to savings. ~5000 bucks is still a very big deal and I don't want to spend it recklessly right off the bat.

What’s something you would love to have happen right now? For traffic in this country to be permanently eradicated, lol. I came from Makati earlier today and was in a State of Shock seeing EDSA still as stacked as goddamn ever. As if it was weekday rush hour. Unbelievable. I want to go out less and less everyday – the traffic takes up most of people's energy and patience anyway, lmao.

You were given the opportunity to get a new cellular device, what do you choose? I'd go for the iPhone 16, I guess. I'm not desperate to have it since the features haven't changed much, and my 13 still feels relatively new to me; but if I get a freebie pass for a new phone I might as well get the latest version.

How nice of a person are you, honestly? Tbh I try to be as nice as I can to everyone, but I admittedly have a bias toward service crew...or, really, anyone who is from a lower income class. Parking attendants, security guards, baristas, servers, Grab drivers... god knows how other people may have already treated them or spoken to them that day. So I'm nice. It's free to do. If the meal I wanted to order is out of stock, it's not the end of the world; let's just get another one. Versus older, entitled people who'd have a meltdown if their stupid fucking pasta is unavailable.

For people who look middle class or rich, I'm also nice but I generally keep it formal, if that makes sense. I'm just nice enough to not cause a scene – mostly because I expect more from them to be more educated and be just as nice. It's also the richer people who are more uptight or act super entitled, so I've learned not to overly bend over backwards for them.

Is there anyone of your preferred sex who tends to mess with your head? My mom sometimes does.

What have you recently gotten the most compliments on? My hair, since I dyed it brown a few days ago. It's still super fresh and noticeable, so people have been telling me how nice it looks.

Do and your best friend(s) act the same, or are very different from each other? There's many overlaps but I feel like in the grand scheme of things we're more different from each other than we are the same.

On a scale of 1 to 10 how shy are you? I want to say a 6. I won't shy away from small talk, but I also gauge my level of interaction based on how un-shy the other person is. If they seem talkative, I'd definitely talk to them. But if they seem introverted or don't want to be bothered, I won't force myself on them.

Have you ever fallen for your best friend? Yeah.

Who was the last person you made plans with? I asked my sister to go with me to the vet tomorrow for Cooper's monthly appointment.

Are you currently wearing a charm bracelet? Nopes.

Do you have any embarrassing usernames? Not currently, but my first Twitter username fucking sucked lol. In my (very weak) defense it was 2008, I was 10, and nobody knew yet what constituted a good or cringy username at the time...but in any case I think it's safe to say that username aged like milk and I try not to acknowledge its existence LOL

Do you have a backpack in a shape of an animal? Not me, but my sister. Girly is OBSESSED with plushies and anything animal-themed these days, so she's racked up quite the collection of animal-shaped stuff.

Do you ever get called the quiet girl? Yeah definitely, especially when I was in grade/high school. It wasn't my favorite environment so I just waited till college to open up.

Have you ever itched yourself until your skin was raw? Yes, I have pretty bad and sensitive dermatitis :( I actually have a patch on my thigh now – it started itching on Thursday, and now it's equal parts bruise and equal parts rash. The rash I could understand, but I could not for the life of me understand why the edges started bruising.

Do you always clear your history after using the computer? No, not really. I clear my cache and cookies if I notice my usual pages not loading or if the laptop seems generally slower, but that's it. I don't want to lose past links.

Have you ever had your food stolen by a bird? Definitely could have happened before but no particular memory sticks out.

Do you have any Christmas pajama pants? Nope.

Do you ever wear red lipstick? Sometimes. Depends on the colors I'm wearing that day.

Did you go to high school with your current best friend? I did :)

Have you ever wanted to be vegetarian or vegan? Yes, when I was a teenager. I followed this vegan baker blogger who at that time for me was the coolest person in the world, and I wanted to be like her sooooo badly. I still find her very rad, but I've grown out of the vegan ambition haha. Only the super rich can afford being vegan here, anyway.

Do you like eggnog? I haven't tried it but I really want to and I also feel like I'd love it!

Who is the person you dislike the most? I dislike the people I dislike equally. There isn't one I'd have the strongest feelings for.

Girls, how old were you when you first got your period? I had just turned 10. Like, three weeks after turning 10.

Do you take part in paying the bills for your household? My parents insist I don't, but I hand them a certain amount anyway every two weeks. They can funnel that to anywhere they want.

What is your favourite way to eat rice? I mean there is no 'favorite' way for my Asian ass lmao. Rice is just rice for me; it's second nature and is in every meal I eat. Whether white rice, fried rice, kimchi fried rice, brown rice, bagoong rice, garlic rice...all of them are heavenly and are non-negotiables for me, hahahah.

Do your parents know how to text? Yeah. They were pretty much the generation that started the phone craze.

Do you text your parents often? Ish, but it's just in the nuance. I talk to/update them on Messenger all the time, but not so much in text format.

Do you watch Youtube videos often? I love YouTube hehe, I watch videos on it all the time and allot a few hours each day.

Do you prefer to have a lot of friends? No. Too exhausting at this point.

Do you sleep with one blanket or many blankets? Just one. You'd only ever need one here.

What is the FIRST thing you do when you wake up? Check the time and do the mental math re: how long can I keep sleeping. If I don't feel like going back to sleep anymore, I check Reddit for news.

What do you usually have for breakfast, if you do at all? I don't have breakfast; I'll just have a cup of coffee.

Do you have any rituals you perform before you leave your home for the day? Erm, not really. I have a basic routine, but not a ritual. I just put on minimal makeup, fill up my tumbler with water, and say bye to the dogs lol, nothing special.

Have you ever cried in front of your parents over a boyfriend or girlfriend? Nope.

What brand is your digital camera? I don't own one.

Who was the last person to cook something for you? The real, correct answer to this would be the crew at Yabu since I ordered food delivery from them for lunch today, haha.

Do you talk to any of your ex-boyfriends/girlfriends? Nope.

Do you know where your best friend is? She's either home or out somewhere with her fiance.

Who was the last person to comment you on Facebook? Angela, I think.

What is your display picture of on Facebook? It's me posing in front of the concert arena before Yoongi's show.

Have you ever kissed the same sex? Sure.

Have you stuck with your New Year's resolution? I don't make any.

Do you need to lose any weight right now? Nope.

When was the last time you had a period? Around two weeks ago.

How frequently are you inclined to read, and how much? Not very frequent at all, honestly. I just don't have the time; and when I do, I usually don't have reading as a priority. Maybe once or twice a month would be a good estimate.

How does the rain affect your mood, if it does? I like the rain and find comfort in it more than anything.

Chipotle order? We don't have Chipotle here, but Army Navy does have a Chipotle chicken sandwich that's literally my favorite fast food order.

Mythical creature you think/believe is real? Well, none.

Favorite form of potato? Fries.

First thing you’re doing in the purge? Idk but I think I'd definitely be hyperfocused on protecting the dogs.

Are you one of those lucky people with 20/20 vision? No, not since I was like 10. I don't even know who I inherited it from; my mom and dad have never needed prescription glasses, and yet I have horrible eyesight.

When was the last time you spoke to the last person you kissed? December 2020.

Have you ever been your friend’s shoulder to cry on? Of course.

Grab your keys and tell me what each one is for. I only have two – house key and car key.

What is your wine of choice, if any? I don't have any. I drink wine quite often but was never interested in learning the different kinds. All I classify them as is either This Is Okay or This Is The Worst, lol.

Is your bed against more than one of your walls? Yup.

Have you ever made out in your room? Last time? Sure. 4 years ago.

Do you have a crazy aunt? I can think of one Trump fanatic grand aunt and anybody who's on that side of the political spectrum is crazy, so.

Have you ever been to an art museum? Of course. Lots of them.

What fictional character/s remind you of yourself? Diane Nguyen and Monica Geller.

Are you afraid of spiders? A little bit.

Are you afraid of snakes? Only if they're out to kill me, lmao. Otherwise I've held snakes before.

Do you often post about politics on social media? Of course. To stay silent is to oppress.

[2ndstar-ontheright]

002 with Chloe Valentine for the ask meme!

Oooh nice! Here's some Kloey >:D

How I Feel About This Character

She's not my favorite, but I don't necessarily hate her. She has a ton of potential to work with for writing/character studies given that she doesn't have much of a backstory in the show. So, while I do get and agree with most of the criticism towards her, I like that she's a complicated character. (That's not to say she's the most deeply complex character out there, not by any means lol) We need more female characters like that. Especially ones that don't get vitriolic hate for just EXISTING, y'know?

All The People I Ship Romantically With This Character

Chloe x Christine shipper all the way! I love the idea of them together, I just think they'd be really cute. And I also really like the idea of her and Madeline having complicated feelings for each other. Like, they like each other, but Chloe's weirdly jealous of her too or something like that? Basically cursed yuri if you really think about it

My non-romantic OTP For This Character:

I don't ship PinkBerry, but I like her and Brooke fixing the issues in their friendship and actually growing into their own people/becoming better friends as a result. I like to think that once they really get to know each other, they don't rely on each other as much but still stay friends. Idk man, she's hard though I do like the idea of her Jenna and Rich being chaotic together. They're actively disturbing the peace and they look hot doing it

My Unpopular Opinion About This Character

I see her either trying to be a better person and treating the others better, OR joining an MLM. There's no in between. Like she either follows the mean girl to nurse/lawyer/politician pipeline, but just isn't as mean, or gets really chill and tries to push that part as far deep as she can from her.

One Thing I Wish Would Happen/Had Happened With Them In Canon

That we learn more about her! Like her homelife, her interests, her goals, her relationships and how they came to be with the other characters, just more about her other than "the bitchy mean girl." Both that and her actions get discussed or acknowledged. They probably do in canon, and I could just be clueless, but from what I know that just? Doesn't happen? They don't talk about some of the messed-up stuff she did, so that'd be nice to see in either canon or fanfiction.

My OTP

Her and Christine. I could just see the two of them caring about each other and her being someone Chloe feels comfortable with. She feels like she can talk to her, and Christine has the person she's most afraid of judging her, not doing that at all. She even gets her into acting too and it's something they bond over, just so much fun dynamics to explore with them. I love them <3

My Cross-Over Ship

I haven't thought about it all that much, but honestly, her and Harper or Missy from Heartbreak High. I don't know why, I just think they'd be cool together for whatever reason. That or like Faye Valentine from Cowboy Bebop or Ashley Graham from Resident Evil just because it'd be really funny

A Headcanon Fact

This has probably been said before, but like most of the rest of the cast I see her home life being pretty bad too. Her parents are probably absent or just can't connect with her, so she acts the way she does as a result. I don't think they're bad people, just not around enough to really get to know her. That's not to excuse her behavior though, it's just my weird way of seeing it.

This was fun!! Thanks for asking :D

[rev3rb]

Hey!! I don’t have much to say since this mainly seemed like a chill transition chapter before the exposition chapter that we are more than owed lol. But, I will say that I am very happy to check in on some of my fav characters that are always entertaining to see. My main reaction was “Aww my babies” whenever the scenes switched and overwhelming impatience for the exposition that better be coming next. Plus, I appreciate Mika and Yuu getting to have a lil sunrise date before shit really goes down.

I also like that both the boys and the First are revisiting the past. I wonder whether the next chp. will show switching povs or if the memories will be presented as one unified vision. Either way I’m definitely curious to know what will be revealed. I don’t really have any predictions for the new info, so I just hope whatever it is will be shocking bc I am always a sucker for an innovative plot twist lmao

Hey hey! Let me start off by saying I'm glad that you asked today rather than yesterday because. Hoboy. I was wrecked by JJBA Stone Ocean ending and did not touch this chapter at all until today. I even saw Shinya panels and while I was interested, couldn't bring myself to read it yet.

My thoughts are pretty much yours. It was nice to FINALLY get to see Kureto and Shinya again, even if it is brief, and getting to see what the vampires are up to is good too. Sure not a ton happened, but it's a clever way to set up getting to see the whole explanation. While I'm sure Mika/Yuu's memories will reveal a lot, I wouldn't doubt that there'd be some gaps in the information there. Including the First in this dive into the past ensures (hopefully) that we'll get a full explanation. I'd be so mad if we'd gotten a ton of exposition but were still missing key points. I too am curious as to what comes next. I don't have any real predictions either. I want to know if we're going to learn more about Seraphs though. Seraphs are something that hasn't been brought up for a while and I've been wondering a few things about them. Either way, I look forward to the next few chapters.

I know I'm jumping around a bit but you mentioned the sunrise and. Yeah. This was such a nice panel.

I wish it'd been a full color spread honestly.

I dunno what has been said about this chapter but overall? I enjoyed it. I'm glad to see you did too. Only real complaint is that while we're in Shibuya, we didn't get to see the rest of Guren Squad OR NARUMI!! They should be there, and given how everyone is beaten down, would it be too much to ask for just a panel of them in jail cells or something? They don't need any dialogue. I just wanna see them acknowledged, especially Narumi. He mind as well not exist at this point.

While OnS has been maybe a little less than we'd all hoped recently, I'm hopeful that these next few chapters bring some excitement back overall. I know I'm tentatively excited!

[lotrthobbit]

I am unsure if your asks are open, so if they aren't pls feel free to ignore this!

But if it's possible could I get some BOTW angst?? Sometimes for revali where he's kinda seeing his hylian s/o and they leave the village for a bit and once they return they find that revail is in some sort or arranged marriage and what happens after?? Something like that idk I thought it'd be a neat idea

Your wish is my command ! And also feel free to request, its currently summer so I got time lol. So thank you for requesting and I hope you like it ! Also sorry for taking so long, I kept thinking of how I should end the story and since you said Angst, I will give you ANGST !

introducing...

Meant to Be

Revali x Gn! Hylian Reader

Warning: Angst, Bittersweet Ending

I do not own any gifs used here

[for the sake of this story, I had to change somethings so you'll see some characters as that probably were not alive before calamity. ]

[ Reader Pov]

It was a warm summer morning in Lurelin Village, nothing compared to the cold air in Rito Village. Despite the nice warm temperature warming up my skin, Rito Village had grown to be my home.

" You are up and early !" I heard a voice behind me, none other than my rito, Revali.

" Well you did say we would be going back today so I figured I would pack up what we did not get to."

" What would I do without you ?"

I chuckled as I hugged him," Probably forget everything."

I felt him nuzzle against my cheek as he wrapped his wings/arms around my waist. I felt a familiar warm feeling spread throughout my chest.

" Let us have breakfast before we set off."

I smiled and followed along.

Revali and I have been secretly dating for some time ever since he had become a champion, he was busy and we had hardly seen one another due to his constant training and learning how to control Vah Medoh. Princess Zelda had let the champions rest for a week before resuming their everyday training once again, and so that leads us to where we are now.

Revali had visited me as I had stayed at the Inn since I worked for the stable nearby. From there he had told me to pack my things as we were going to Lurelin Village to spend some much needed rest.

Unfortunately time had escaped us, it was now time to leave and although leaving behind such a beautiful village with memories of love and happiness, I was excited to go back and spend time in the beloved Village I had called home.

" Are you going to miss this village ?"

" Partially, I'll miss the memories we made here."

He smiled and held my cheek as he grabbed my hand heading toward the shrine.

" That good for nothing knight will be teleporting us back. "

" I rather fly, last time we were teleported, I felt sick to my stomach."

" How else will we able to arrive to Rito Village in a timely manner and without suspicion, the Rito believe we left as a trio."

I nodded understanding that if we were to arrive without Link, we would gain suspicion, a Hylian and Rito was not your usual couple, but they still existed, it was the fact that he was the champion and I was just a simple stable worker whom was born and raised in Hateno and brought to the Rito at the age of 10.

And so Link was waiting at the shrine nodding as a way to acknowledge our presence.

Link motioned for us to come closer, Revali standing in between us and let out a 'hmph' as to put space between the knight and I. At times like this I found his jealousy to be somewhat cute.

Then we were engulfed in a blue light, I always hated this part when we arrived at Rito Village I felt sick to my stomach.

Revali was glad to finally be home and so was I, but part of me will miss the time we had spent, and who knows how long it would be until we got a moment like that once again.

Upon our walk towards the stairs we hear cheers. We turn around to see Kaneli with many of the Rito surrounding him. He waves at the three of us, I glanced at Link to see him shrug.

" Good news my child !" spoke Kaneli as he walked closer to us.

" What is going on ?" asked Revali, he was confused as well since there had been a crowd gathering.

" I want you to meet my niece, Sora." Then walked out the most beautiful Rito that I have seen. " You have been arranged to wed Sora this upcoming month, you are now at an age to need an heir."

I felt my heart drop at the words, an arranged marriage ?! I felt myself step back and Revali looked at me worried.

" I refuse to marry her."

" Why ? Is she not to your liking ?"

" I do not wish to marry anyone that I do not know nor Love."

" Love ? My boy , I thought you were far more intelligent to believe in such a fairytale."

" I refuse to marry and have no time to spend looking after someone or a family, my duty is to protect the Rito and Hyrule."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the stairs, he was walking quickly pulling me behind as I heard many of the other Rito say, ' is he perhaps seeing the Hylian ?' \

' no that is wrong.'

' it is becoming more common so who knows.'

'why them? '

The same Rito who had smiled at me and treated me as family seemed to see me as a stranger that never crossed their path.

Revali grabbed my arm and told me to hop on his back and quickly he began making his way towards the flight range.

The cold nipped my skin as I tried my best to nuzzle into his feathers to keep warm.

" Do not listen to them my love, they have no right to choose my path for me."

I nodded but part of me understood their intentions and understood that I am just merely a common Hylian. Perhaps it would be better for him to Marry a Rito to be able to have a Rito child.

We landed on the flight Range and he quickly grabbed the blankets and wrapped me around them as he turned the fire on.

" We gained suspicion..." I whispered as he made his way to sit behind me and wrap his wings around me to keep me warm. I leaned my back against his chest as he nuzzled into my cheeks.

" Let them make their judgements, all that matters is that I love you." I felt tears stream down my cheek," What would I do without you ?"

" Probably crumble because I am so perfect." he said as he pumped out his chest, I could not help but chuckle.

.

.

.

They had begun to treat me differently. They had begun to pry into my personal life as they asked questions such as :

' Are you with Revali ?'

' Is it not weird ?'

' Stick with the Hylians .'

' You'll never be a Rito.'

I could not tell Revali what was happening. Other Hylians had begun to judge me as well, not due to being with a Rito but our different statuses seemed to bother them.

" How was your day my love ?" spoke Revali as he made his way to the flight range. I smiled and shared only the positives of that day in order not to worry him.

He had sat down beside me and spoke About his tiring day and how many monsters have been trying to enter around and near the village. A fellow Rito was harmed but luckily Revali was 'faster and more agile' to save him.

We had spent some time talking about the day and eventually Revali told me to get on his back because he had a surprise for me. We flew over the Rito village, I saw that many of the Rito were preparing a wedding which saddened me further, will he really marry someone else?

I tried pushing the feeling aside when we landed on Vah Medoh. There laid a beautiful picnic. A smile adorned my face as I felt warmth spread throughout my chest.

" Revali ! Oh my- This is wonderful !" He pulled me to sit alongside him and smiled," Only the best for my beloved."

We spent hours talking and eating, I wished time could stay still .

Then it had begun to rain...

" This is bad...extremely bad." He said to himself as he hurriedly pulled me to my feet. He grabbed me and tried to fly me down to Rito but he was grazed by some blue light.

"Just a scratch." I had begun to panic at the attack he then instructed me to grab my paraglider and fly down the rest of the way.

" I can't leave you here."

" I can't put your life in danger, now go !" he yelled. I had no choice but to listen to him as I jumped off and flew down onto the village. It was hard to see and I had begun to worry more as the Rito did not have the best vision in the night and it was worse due to the fact there was a storm.

Everyone stared ahead as we saw explosions in the sky. I could not help but shed tears as I begged Hylia that he would make It back alive.

But my prayers were not heard....

Calamity Ganon had won and everyone lived in constant fear and more monsters were now more bold to settle closer to many villages and even attack any travelers.

Even Link... I no longer saw him after that night.

"[y/n]." called a voice to me as I turned around to come face to face to no other than Sora, the woman he was to wed. " What is it ?" I asked.

" May I please speak to you ?" I nodded and led her to Revali's small home. We sat around the fire and she began to speak.

" i... I want you to know that I have no ill will towards you... My uncle wanted Revali and I to wed, and though I had feelings for him, I never intended to pursue anything because I knew he was deeply in love with you."

" You did ?"

" Yes, I would sometimes see you both sneaking off into the range and never had I seen him smile and be so care free as he is with you. He is no longer cocky." She giggled at the last part and so did I.

" I...I have no ill intentions towards you as well, you're a beautiful Rito and I sometimes found myself thinking that he would be better off with anther Rito." I felt tears beginning to build.

" No.... He loved you more than anything and saw you more than a Hylian. Here, this is something he wrote for you and instructed my uncle to give it to you but he refused, Also...Those wedding preparations were for both of you."

My eyes widened at what she had told me.For the both of us. She smiled as I bowed my head slightly as a thank you and she made her way out, her figure disappearing. I leaned against the pile of pillows and blankets in the corner and opened the letter and began to read

Dear [Y/N],

I never thought I would be writing these type of letters to you. I never really even thought about death, because Im the best of the best ! Yet, sometimes I sit down and think what if Ganon is as strong as they say, I start to think, what if I lose you ?

I could not live with myself. I pray you never get this letter because that just means that I am no longer in this world, and if you are reading this, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we had to hide, I'm sorry that I could not take you to explore all of Hyrule, that I could not give you the wedding of your dreams, that I could not proudly shout that I love you. I was a coward, despite being a champion. While everyone saw me as a mere champion, you saw the real me, you loved me endlessly to the end the time and I will love you to the end of time as well.

You're the only person I yearned to be with, the only one whom I want to marry and I will. I will marry you and we will find a nice home in Lurelin Village after this is all over, well you wouldn't be reading this and know anyway because I will live, we will live, we will have a family and live in a quiet village together.

I love you endlessly.

Forever and always,

Revali

When reaching the end of the note. I checked in the envelope and there was a ring and a feather, His feather. I held it close and put the ring on.

" I love you " I whispered looking out into the sky.

Perhaps in another life we can fall in love all over again and get married...

Fin

[jayswritings13]

Hazbin: Vox, Valentino, and reader poly headcanons

Request: "Hi could I request a vox/reader/Valentino poly relationship" by anon

Note: I had a lot of fun writing this tbh!

💗Masterlist | WIP Page

Vox & Valentino

OH BOY

You're in trouble.

Because these are two of the most flashy, dramatic, and ruthless Overlords in Hell.

Everyone knows not to cross paths with Vox and Valentino.

But whenever they want something, they go after it.

Everyone also knew about their very public relationship and even more public breakups.

So to everyone's shock, when you were introduced as their partner in their relationship, most of Hell wasn't sure how long it'd last.

And to be honest, neither did you.

Valentino and Vox might deny it but, you were exactly what they needed in order for their dynamic to work.

SO MANY GIFTS!

Valentino and Vox often show affection through gifts, even if you state how unnecessary it is.

"You....you don't like it...?"

"I never said that."

"....But...?"

"But, you don't need to show your feelings through expensive gifts all the time. Sometimes just a simple snack or something is just as good at sending the message."

"Please," Vox rolled his eyes, "Have you met Val? He's worse than I am with this shit!"

"You're just jealous that they actually like my shit!" Valentino hissed, smirking at Vox's expression.

"I like both of your shit!" You quickly added, before Vox and Valentino could really get into it. "....just maybe ease up a bit on the gifts, there. Hmm?"

Fights and arguments occur often between Valentino and Vox, so you are often the mediator.

But when they make up, they always make sure to take you out for being there for them.

And their dates are extravagant as fuck.

Like these two throw money on gifts for you all the time, so don't think that they won't rent an entire restaurant for the night just because.

Valentino is very fucking dramatic and will cause a scene in a public. Don't think that he won't.

"HOW DARE THEY?!"

".....are you done?"

"NO!" Valentino gasped, glaring holes into the waitress.

"I'm sorry about him. It's fine, really. I-"

"NO DON'T STAY THAT IT'S FINE WHEN IT'S NOT!"

"This is why we can't go anywhere." Vox sighed, as you just nodded in agreement.

"ARE YOU SIDING WITH THEM?" Valentino huffed, "Traitors! Both of you!"

Vox may be flashy and over the top, but he is someone who hates causing a public scene, and the attention it draws to him. But this doesn't stop him from being a jackass.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"You are, Vox."

"Please," He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, "You're turning it into a bigger problem than it really is."

"So totally blanking me at your company party is okay, then?"

"I have a reputation." Vox said, "Besides what do you want me to do?! Fuck you in front of my business partners!?"

"No! Maybe acknowledge my existence. That should be a good start?"

Part of being with Vox and Valentino is also being around Velvet often, as the three of them are practically joined at the hip.

Velvet adores you!

After all, she was honestly getting tired of listening to Vox and Valentino bitch about each other to her whenever they breakup.

As much as they hate to admit it, Vox and Val love whenever you plan their date nights.

"Isn't this better than being out at some restaurant?" You asked, glancing between the two of them.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Valentino shrugged, talking quickly. "This is nice."

"Yeah, I don't hate it as much as I thought I would."

"Is that because I let you pick the movie this time?" You smirked.

"...maybe."

"Except his choice is complete shit."

"Funny that you mention that, Val? Because, I was just about to fuc-"

"Ok!" You said, "How about this? Val can choose the next movie. We'll make it a double feature." You paused, grinning. "And I don't want to fucking hear any more complaining. Got it?"

Yeah, you definitely were what the two of them needed.

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Back To Black

Summary: Young love is so innocent and juvile now seemingly worlds apart that once childish flame seems to be more

@craftygamerscrafts

Black Noir was never always a faceless part of the seven he had a childhood which contrast to popular belief was actually nice he had a house hold that raised him to properly manage his emotions so his powers stayed within his control,but the part of him that truly made him the way he is...Y/n L/n.

His best friend and crush since the days in the playground sandbox. James was at the time unaware why he felt such joy being in her presence though once they parted ways after high school he understood those feelings weren't so friendly as first appearance. Love was confusing to him he never had much affection growing up unless it was from her so he always assumed as they got older those lingering stares,the hugs that always squeezed so tight,and those soft lips pressed against his forehead or cheek we kind gestures of friendship. They were polar opposites he was what people described as the bad boy while she was a social butterfly. If only he didn't stay with his safe bet and realized before she left to college so far away without a single goodbye.

James sat two rows behind Y/n she was smiling brightly clapping respectfully each time someone walked across. The week before they celebrated him being accepted to be a junior seven member till he reached age his dream was coming true. "For our honor student valedictorian Y/n L/n!" James was not shy to admit,but he did make the loudest noise smiling broadly when her eyes locked onto him. "We have a special honor our to give to you Ms.L/n a letter directly from Harvard one of your chosen colleges. You've been accepted for a full ride." They were both in shock as the uproar of people yelling and cheering. Harvard was so far away from Vought headquarters. That's when both of their hearts seemed to creak his turning cold at the fact she'd be gone.

"You never told me you wanted to go to Harvard." James was changed out of his blue robe playing with the chain on his pants. "I never thought they'd accept me especially right after high school." She layed her head on his shoulder as they sat in the bed of her truck he would have been relaxed if this was any other night,but the stiffness in his muscles was the equivalent of a predator tense and ready to strike. "Where you going to ever tell me you applied or did you just plan to pack up and leave?" His words were like a backhand causing her to sit up looking at him appalled. "You would have been the first to tell if I got that letter." James scoffed his emotions were getting the better of him. "Yeah right so much for being my so called best friend." The hurt that filled her eyes was making him regret everything,but there was no time for that. "What so I'm not you best friend because I want to be something?! Because that's my only option! If you didn't notice I'm not a super I can't pretend that us running off to the superhero capital filled with the most crime is the safest bet for me." Y/n had tears pooling and James wanted to say he'd always protect her if she just came along with him. "If your so safe away from superheros,away from me, then do us both a favor end this here and leave."

Y/n sniffled wiping her eyes as she got out the bed of the truck she refused to speak anymore what said was said. James got out to and went walking down the street to his home. She got in the driver's seat and drove off into the night. That weekend James felt like shit and bought (favorite flowers) and some of her favorite sweets and came to her home. At the door her father stood tall and raised a brow confused. "Why are you here?" He didn't say it like he was upset which was surprising. "To see Y/n." It was F/n turn to be surprised. "She left on Friday. We packed everything and she told us you were busy,but she'd say bye when she drove by your place." The young adults heart shaddered his last words to her was telling to end their argument and leave. If we wasn't a coward and apologized sooner she might of stayed long enough for them to fix their friendship maybe so he could confess his harbored feelings. The time never came she went her way and ut was time for him to go his both of them broken hearted and yearning.

James or better known as Black Noir gazed at the party goers. He's always hated these parties everyone ignored his existence especially since he didn't speak up. Trying to grab a glass of champagne the tray was moved to quickly past him. Behind the mask he sighed about to walk to the bar towards were someone could at least acknowledge he wanted something to drink. A gental hand placed itself on his shoulder he turned around not yet looking at the owner of said and,but rather the glass of sparkling gold liquid he accepted it in his hand softly brushing the slim fingers with his gloved hands. "Looked like you needed a drink,Jamie." That nickname was so forgin to him no one called him James in years,but only one person called him Jamie. His cover face turned to look at her his breath froze on his throat choking him. No matter how much time past he still recognizes her.

Y/n looked at him a soft smile on her painted lips. Stunning was the first word that came to mind she looked older,but that seemed to only add to her beauty a f/c dress hugged her curves that use to be hidden under his sweaters and t-shirts. James looked down to see if she wore heels given that she was the same height as him seeing the five inch heel she didn't do much growing since their departure. Her hair was styled in a confortable yet elegant way. "Can't a old friend get a hello?" Her voice was angelic the most gracful noise that ever could be heard. James took her hand within his own guiding her through the crowd to get to the balcony. After escaping the room full of people he sighed in relief. "Y-y/n when? Why? How?" He didn't know which question to ask first. "I've been living in the city for a year. I got my dream job every year or so I go to different devious helping people. Volt thought it'd be perfect having me here show off that even though they cause more problems then solve having public opinion is still needed." She always knew what he wanted to say even if he didn't have to utter a word. His large hands cupped her cheeks his thumb rubbing over her cheekbone. "I'm sorry." Those two words held such depthed all the apologizes he never got to say to the one person he never stopped loving. "I know...I forgived you along time ago Jamie. I just wished I had the will to say goodbye with words."

James ungloved his hand to feel her wiping away the tears that slipped past her eyes. Leaning forward his forehead touching hers as he gently blew out the breath he was holding. Y/n puffed out a watery laugh as she kissed his masked face if they weren't in public he would have ripped of his mask to feel those lips that he missed so much. Being apart was like dying a hundred time for both of them,but she came back to him. She went back to black.

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A/n: This was a idea I had long ago and someone requesting some black noir was just the perfect time.

To the anonymous that wanted Natasha x reader is coming next just gotta find more inspiration.

[hanabiira]

fuck people who call original characters "mary-sues" because they're beautiful and/or powerful and/or have strong connection to canon characters. Those jealous bitches with no creativity can rot in hell (: also btw, i love miki and seeing her on my dash is a blessing <3

GFHDHGHHDFGH YOU'RE SO RIGHT

Unfortunately there are still so many people that like to shit on people's OCs (like I thought those "Mary sue" and "OC critique/debate" blogs were dead years ago but turns out nah they're still going strong!!). For a long time now I have portrayed/written Miki in such a way that she does not "mess" with canon so much so that she can be easily RPed with. She doesn't strongly connect herself with any canon characters outside of what I establish in my RPs, but people are not obligated to follow it most of the time for interactions (it's nice obviously, for continuity purposes, like Miki would love for y'all to acknowledge that her and Shinji are the most obnoxious engaged couple on the planet) but that also maybe a downfall of mine, as I've constructed little of her own story outside of one that exists without connections to canon characters in fear of "stepping on toes" of people who play said canons on here. Like, it'd be different if I wrote her in a fanfic capacity, where it's just one storyline and I'm calling the shots and the relationships and interactions and such.

People ask me what her "story" is and I'm like idk man I've written 100s of different ones in different RPs. Which is also a little sad I guess that she doesn't have her own sort of story arc, but also I'm not good at writing full realized stories and I could never do a continuing fanfic so it's fine I guess. I just have to be less worried about writing headcanons that connect her to certain canon characters and her relationships to them.

JUST, MAN...

The older I get the less I care but I went through so much of that "Don't make your character a Mary sue!! It's the worst internet crime imaginable!!!" conditioning in my late teens that it still feels like a huge insult. Like, for literally ever I have refrained from explicitly referring to Miki as beautiful (even though it's pretty obvious, given how I draw her) as at one point it was literally frowned upon to write about the beauty of your OC. Which is just so stupid. Like it would be presumptuous of me to be like "Miki is the prettiest in all the land and she is more beautiful than Rangiku and a flock of flying doves" but like...we're allowed to describe them, haha.

At the same time its hard to not care a little bit what people think because realistically I want people to interact with this blog and my other platforms I put her on, lol. I'm doing a delicate dance here. It's hard to knock old habits from older internet times. Like yes there are "bad" and "good" OCs like there are objectively good and bad ways to make characters but at the same time I am literally not here to say anything to anyone about their OCs but nice things (even if they are bad) because man...those people are just having fun and who the fuck am I to stop that? I'm not the OC police. No one died and made me bleach OC queen. People are so weird about fandoms and it's like man, it's drawings. Chill.

But you know what Miki is a hot ass bitch who is beautiful AF and will end you. The power scaling in bleach is nonsense for captains anyways.

NO MERCYYYYYYY.

[mika-shion]

The New Queen

It's 8 at night in the late fall. It's dark out and there's snow on the ground and streets.

I let my mind wander and I see you. As beautiful and tempting as the day I met you.

You seem to have something behind your back, however. Something you try to make me forget. That's the pain and damage and scars left from my time with you.

I've tried ignoring you. I've tried pretending you never happened. I've tried acknowledging you so I can move past you. But no matter what I try, you stick to the back of my mind like the filthy parasite you truly are to me.

It's as if some part of me thinks you'll come back into my life as if you were a long lost friend, but I've abandoned such thoughts... Now be honest, we both know why.

I've had my own flaws since the start, but I still had my innocence. There was still light in my eyes, placed there by the minor things of my youth that I found so absolutely captivating.

I hadn't known the type of love I thought I could get from you, it seemed so enticing. So alluring.

I had been hurt before you, but not as badly. Certainly not as deeply.

I opened my beautiful inner world to you and you took it for granted. You burned down my forests, demolished my homes, and littered it with your rancid negativity.

That light I had known since birth, that warmth I had grown so fond of... I let you in and you butchered it. Each of you, hacking off pieces of it to give yourself some temporary pleasure or satisfaction. All the while I'm silently wailing in agony.

I eventually learned your presence was killing my inner world, some took longer than others. Some of you had left a scar so brutal and deep, I somehow believed I should treasure it... All the while, my beautiful light had long since died out.

I've made my own light now.

It's not nearly as bright or as conventionally beautiful, but it means the world to me.

Since your eviction from my world I've found it near impossible to open these heavy, rusted and battered doors. Sometimes it's because of the overwhelming fear that someone like you will come again, to steal from me more than I have. Other times I simply forget how.

I've found someone, though. Someone who hasn't destroyed what I've worked so hard to build. Someone who feels safe and who seems to genuinely care for me. I didn't think a person like that existed.

I had fallen for her in the usual way. As I've gotten to know her though, I've learned so much about myself, the world around me, and about true, pure love. I look at this woman and I see a bright and beautiful future!

One where we're open, honest and gentle with our hearts. One where I can openly discuss my problems and I'm not made to feel awful for simply having them. One where we're not obsessively reliant on one another, but instead can love each other as open and freely as any of the other wonderful people in our lives.

Some of you may want to apologize because you have regret, or you realize just how wonderful and pure the love is that you abused and tossed away. Some of you may not ever see this and won't think twice about it.

Either way, I don't care.

You had your chance. I gave you everything I had, but it just wasn't good enough for you. You're the filthy stains of my past that I'd love nothing more than to scrub away or just forget entirely.

You decided you wanted to own my heart, not grow with it. Well here's a nice bit of info I learned recently.

I am NOT property. I never did, nor will I ever belong to somebody.

I own me. I'm the only person who genuinely deserves my love. Anyone else is only allowed access because I feel safe around them. Because I can exist as me around them, without fear of being looked down on or berated.

You lost your privilege, and I'm not doing second chances. If you wanna know why, ask that chunk you carved out. If it could talk it'd tell you the same damn I thing:

You killed that girl... All hail the new queen.