#don't ask why the quality of the first gif is Good and the rest is like . a potato

[yan-randomfandom]

Yandere!Huntrix Imagines

[separate] 2nd POV, but feel free to interpret however!

🪻— Rumi

"Don't leave. Don't leave!"

Rumi is pathetically, incredibly dependent. Just subtle. Like the rest of her shame, she buries her feelings, with the raw hope they never rise to the surface. She doesn't exactly have a good support system (Celine). Rumi has to resort to believing the problem will go away if she keeps singing.

But, I guess... if someone did know about her patterns before the reveal, then everything is much more noticeable. She comes to you to breathe. To let go of fear, to let go of her burdens... maybe she's become too attached.

Because you know. You understand. You don't judge, you don't stare—you smile and send reassurance her way. Accepting her for who she is. Rumi feels safe and loved.

Even your touches against her patterned skin don't feel forced nor appeasing. She melts in the gentle contact, closing her eyes, relishing in how genuine your affection is.

However, you distract her too.

She can't sleep. You're not with her. Why aren't you with her? The only one who knows about her predicament—gone from her sight. Demons can reach you without her knowing. She can't protect you if she can't see you.

So, Rumi worries. Worries and worries and worries. She has to text you every moment of the day, especially night, expecting a reply back from you within 10 minutes max.

If you don't reply, she'll genuinely lose it and invite you to her home (permanently). To protect you, of course.

She'd never forgive herself if another demon got to your soul. That's hers.

🌻 — Zoey

"You're too much, and not enough."

Zoey has an unhealthy need to please everyone, even if it costs her herself. The majority of her life, she never felt like she belonged. She has to calculate every decision—choose the right one that will make everyone happy.

Well, maybe the 'everyone' doesn't include her, she thinks constantly. Think about the others first. This is where her darling comes in.

You keep asking what she wants. What she needs. What she wishes. She watches you, patient and understanding, not having violent reactions in her reluctant choices. Suddenly, her affection goes deeper from the surface level, and into your very soul.

But, uh, maybe what you're trying to go for goes the opposite way.

Zoey's too eager. She wants to please you so bad, like you did for her. A favor for a favor, maybe?

She'd casually ask you what you like. Casually ask your preferences — for example, if your love language is quality time, bet. She'll drop everything and spend more time with you. Even if it costs inconvenience, because you matter most, she violently needs to make you happy.

In most cases, she seems perfectly normal. But only because it's what you need at the moment. She's fitting in easily with your wants and needs, her desperation swept fully under the rug.

Zoey simply has to make sure you never want to leave.

🌷 — Mira

"I don't get to have a family."

Mira's the type to overthink, but also technically not? Overly blunt, short fused, highly aggressive... her words, not mine. All she wanted was to be free, to be herself. She had to leave her own family and find her own path—which led her to you.

Maybe you complement her personality well. Or even the opposite, she sees too much of herself in you. Either way, you can't hide anything from her; she can read you from a mile away. Perhaps that's what got her so intrigued by you.

She has self-awareness. Maybe a little too much, in fact—why does she feel so aggravated when you're talking to another person? Is she jealous or something? This has to be one of the pettiest reason ever to get worked up over.

Perhaps thinking about it too much is a bad idea. Now she's stuck, obsessively in her mind, on this version of you.

Is it a version she made up of you, though? You look at her like she's flawless, you smile at her like she's the most important thing in the world, and you understand her like no one has ever dared before.

She hasn't gotten this much attention from people with her own blood. The affection is so nice, so addicting, so validating—it feels too good to be true.

It shouldn't hurt to indulge a little more, right?

— in Bobby's words, I LOVE MY GIRLS !!! 🗣️🗣️‼️‼️

[siolixz]

'*•.¸♡ FATHER FIGURE ♡¸.•*'

Being Lucy's sister came with a lot of perks: good food, nice places to stay at- a rich handsome multimillionaire falling madly in love with you. Did I mention the rich handsome multimillioanire?

pairing: harry castillo x reader (Lucy's sister)

part2

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context: just fluff and romcom scenarios, older man x younger woman, everyone is over 18 and fully consenting; words: 3k I hope you will enjoy and pls tell me if you like it or tell me if you don't- I will probably write a part 2 with smut if it is well received. ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ I will probably write the smut anyways tho loll Yes i have put a George Michael song name as the title put me in jail or whatever. Also I have no idea if his name is Randy or Harry so oh well, who cares hes so sexy.

It was a beautiful day in New York that welcomed you right back here in this city, looking across the cafe for your Lucy. 

You slept in today, after a long plane ride and a longer ride to your sister's apartment you had to get your rest for the days ahead- and for the wedding. Because of spring break and because she received a plus one invitation to one of her glorious matchmaking results- her ninth to be more precise, you just had to join her in New York for the week ahead. You didn’t have anything else better to do, plus, you missed her. 

She smiled at your sleepy face as you sat down in front of her.

As the coffee arrived you finally had some time to catch up on life, on your school and on her job. More importantly, how could John ever break up with her? She’s successful, she's beautiful and she’s brilliant. You told her that you were hoping she could finally get a guy who actually deserves her.

“I hope your wedding will be the tenth-” you started.

“Maybe it will be yours princess, did you think of that?” She smirked at you, clearly enjoying the banter you two were so used to having. 

“So that’s why you called me here- to set me up with someone?” you leaned across the table “Because I’m taking the first plane back to college if that's the case.”  There’s nothing more embarrassing than your own sister setting you up, I mean you could get a date if you tried but the boys back at school are, lacking.. certain qualities you were hoping for in a man.

She laughed at your expression, knowing you were being sarcastic and joking but also not really.  You could hardly hear each other anymore as more people came into the cafe.

She grabbed the hand you had on the table as she said: “You’ve grown so much- I’m so happy you're here with me.”

All day long you walked across New York City, first it was dress shopping- you probably tried on like 10 dresses before picking a gorgeous green floor length dress and your sister a blue dress. She covered everything like the great older sister she is and on you went towards Sephora to get everything you might need or just plain wanted- perks of having an older sister with money- and then it was take out time back home; feet sore and exhausted. You loved and hated being in this city, but you could clearly see why Lucy wanted to live here. So many people, so many stories to tell. You two took a nap and then by late afternoon you were out again for dinner with some of her friends and then for a walk in central park. 

“You know, I think tomorrow is going to be really special.” she linked your arms together as you passed people. 

“Really?” you turned the upper part of your body towards your sister as you walked. “In what way may I ask?”

“Like in a good way; maybe you’ll meet someone.” she whispered the last part “Or maybe in a bad way.” She turned away from you like she was thinking.  “Last time we were at a wedding together, you were very little- remember you got that stomach bug-”

“Ugh don’t remind me Lucy” you grimaced at her macabre reminiscing while she laughed in your face “We just ate-” 

The wedding was truly beautiful, the bride and groom looked great together and the food was completely out of this world. The groom was a finance guy, so it made sense that the wedding would be held in a grandiose style, I mean they had a chocolate fountain for god sake. And free gifts for people- free gifts!

You and Lucy talked with some people, ate some food from the candy bar while gossiping and danced a little bit but you had to take a break as ‘Cupid’ herself was socializing with acquaintances. You texted some of your friends, one from childhood and two from college- all ecstatic about the amazing things there. You had to remember to get Maddy a necklace as her birthday was coming up and Mark asked if you could get him a lucky cat doll and also-

“Is this seat taken?” 

You looked up at the owner of the voice, “Um, no- no it’s not.”

Um, yes it was, your sister was seated there- who even is this?

The stranger sat on the chair, turned his whole body to look at you and placed his hand under his head- like he was engaged in the most passionate discussion. 

From this position you could finally see the man up close- this must be the groom's best friend. Your sister told you as you sat down during the ceremony, even if you were seated far away, you could remember him now. He was right next to the groom.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you-”

“No, it’s okay-” Now you’re interrupting him, please stop.

He smiled at you, endeared by your attempt at alienating his worries. His smile reached his eyes and the corners wrinkled, like a testament of this strange man’s seasoned life. He looked at you in an almost parental fashion like he already knew you- wait, do you know him? 

Your sister has a bunch of friends and acquaintances around New York, maybe you did know him. “Do we know each other?” 

“No, I don’t believe we have met.” 

He had this air about him, like he was so comfortable and sure of himself. He smiled again at you, like he knew something you did not, was there something on your teeth?

“My name is Harry, it’s nice to meet you, miss…” You told him your name and he repeated it. 

Why was your heart beating so fast? Maybe because he was very, very handsome. 

“Would you like a drink?” he said your name again and you forgot all about the phone buzzing in your hand.

“Um..”

You looked across the ornate ballroom for your sister for a second.

“Wait, you’re old enough to drink, right?” His smile faltered for a second but he quickly regained it as you reassured him that you were indeed, old enough to drink. 

He ordered a cosmopolitan for you and an old fashioned for him and while you chatted, he asked about what you were doing in New York and how you knew the bride and the groom.

“You’re the matchmaker’s sister.” he pointed at you and you teared your gaze away from his beautiful brown eyes to notice the green ring on his finger. 

“I am.”

He must’ve noticed you looking at it as he too, looked at it- then at you and remarked:

“Green is my favorite color.”

This handsome man was clearly hitting on you, but why? You haven’t chatted with anyone this evening besides your sister and some basic chit-chat with the bride. He must’ve singled you out of the crowd as only a man with experience could have probably. Well it wasn’t going to end how he hoped, with you in his bed and him never calling you again. You weren’t born yesterday nor were you that desperate, no matter how handsome he was nor how tall and big he was compared to you-

No, you’re not going anywhere with him, you’re here for and with your sister. Speaking of which-

“I see you’ve made some friends.” She smiled as she came closer and introduced herself to Harry. Harry. What a beautiful name. 

As he turned his head towards her you looked at the curls he had at the base of his neck and thought you could never look at someone more handsome- his face looked like it was sculpted!

She made some polite conversation and It wasn’t long before she had to excuse you two in order to introduce you to some people there.

So in about 2 minutes- you said your goodbye’s and you left him there, silently hoping that maybe he could call out your name as you walked away or run after you and tell you he is madly in love with you ‘please don’t go’ - you audibly giggled next to your sister as you walked away, amused entirely by your schoolgirl-like-dreams as she gave you an odd look.

It was the cosmopolitan’s fault, you were sure.

As the night wore on you tried to see him again but to no avail; he must’ve left with some pretty model or gorgeous woman- the thought left an emptiness in your stomach you couldn’t shake for the whole night.

You were woken up by the sunrays on your face and by an immense amount of thirst that left your throat feeling like you scratched it all night long. You grabbed your phone instinctively and after about 30 minutes of coming back to life you finally got up.

As you entered the living room you saw your older sister on the phone and gave her a small wave.

She nodded her head at you as you walked into the kitchen to grab some ice cold water. 

Why was everything so hot in this apartment? 

After she finished her phone call you could finally debrief with her about last night's events, the most important of those things was definitely her meeting up with John again.

“Life just finds a way I guess.” you told her as she grabbed a coke from the fridge.

“Yeah, I guess.” She opened the can, took a sip and said “By the way, I have a surprise for you.”

“Yeah, what?” You couldn’t deny the way your heart jumped a little bit- maybe a bit more.

“I have a date for you.”

“Lucy, no..” you groaned. Was it with him? God let it be him.

“Hear me out, ok? I have to be at a girlfriend's house this evening and I want you to go, I would hate for you to be inside while I go have fun- plus you don’t have to go on a second date or anything, this is just for fun- no expectations, ok?” She pleaded with her eyes at you.

“I can’t say anything about this guy, but you have a lot in common, he is also a student like you- maybe you can bond over that.”

The day dragged on until 5pm when you had to get ready, you were hoping this guy wasn’t some snob or insufferable, but you trusted your sister. A short red dress and heels would suffice, as you were going to quite a fancy restaurant on the upper east side. When you arrived you said your name to the waiter and sat down at one of the beautiful velvet booths and ordered a glass of water for yourself. Being alone in a place as fancy as this, you did feel quite out of place a little bit.

On to wait for that guy to show up, even though you arrived on time.

Traffic in New York is horrible, so maybe he is fashionably late. 

He was not fashionably late as 45 minutes had passed and you were still alone, you could see people glance at you between the sounds of silverware- pitying you.

Or maybe no one cared, it was hard to tell- especially because you were so embarrassed. 

Your fingers itched for your phone, to text Lucy a 'I told you so'. Netflix and pajamas sounded infinitely better than this empty booth and the pitying glances. God you wish you were home right now, not dressed so fancy and looking so good only to be stood up.

The waiter came back, probably to ask you if anyone is coming. 

No, no one is coming.

“Is this seat taken?”

You looked up in bewilderment and met the gorgeous brown eyes of last night's enamourment. Harry was looking down at you, an amused look in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

“Hey!” you exclaimed, almost too loud in this fancy setting. “No, no it’s not.” Your heart started beating fast as he sat down in front of you, he looked even more handsome in the dimmed yellow lights of this restaurant.

He took off his dress jacket and placed it on the chair, you couldn't help but stare at the way his big arms looked, he was a very big man, so handsome too-

“I was having a meeting with my business partner and I looked across the room and there you were. “ He smiled at you like he did last night.

You were happy to see him, very happy.

“What are you doing here, Cinderella?” 

“I was waiting for someone, some guy my sister set me up with- he didn’t show up.” You leaned across the table so only he could hear what you said, not the old couple next to you two as well. 

“What an idiot.” He leaned close to you as well and you could smell his cologne “Well it’s good I am here now, right? We can carry on last night's conversation.” 

As you two ordered food, he asked you what you were studying. 

“Psychology. I have a scholarship.” 

“So you’re beautiful and smart.” He placed the napkin he received across his lap and you felt your ears get warm- you hoped the lights in this restaurant would dim the blush on your face as well. “Do you like what you are studying?” 

“Yes I do. I truly want to start my own clinic back home and help people.” You must’ve talked for like some full minutes about your degree and dreams while he asked you questions. He seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying, like he wanted to learn as much as he could about you.

He told you he would like to be your first pacient when you do become a psychologist and you laughed.

Harry was a funny man, very charming as well, though he had a way of turning a phrase to escape any sort of mention towards his private life, you wondered why that is. 

“Can I ask you a question?” you played with the short hem of your dress under the table. 

“Of course, anything you want.” He took a sip of his drink as he looked at you. His hands looked so big around the glass.

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but may I ask how old you are?” you could find in his eyes a touch of mischief, like he was thinking of something funny to say so he could see you smile.

“24.” he said. With the most monotone voice he could muster and with a straight face.

“24?” you asked, knowing he was messing around with you but deciding to play into his game. 

“Yes, I lived a rough couple of years as you can see. What’s so funny?” he asked you, faking being angry at your smiling face.

“Nothing.” you tried to hide your smile.

“You better not be laughing at my life story.”

“I’m really not.” you put on your serious face.

A man came by your table as the waiter started bringing dessert, and Harry got up to greet him, the man shook Harry’s hand and thanked him, before he left he gave you a polite smile and a ‘good night’ to both of you as he exited the restaurant with his wife or girlfriend. 

“Old friend.” Harry said as he sat back down again “He just bought an apartment complex.”

“Wow, he must be rich.” 

“Very rich indeed.” he took the spoon from next to the plate and cut through the lava cake he was brought. “Like this chocolate.”

 “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to dance with me yesterday” He looked at you again and you wanted to die inside when you remembered that you left him.  "You missed out," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm quite the dancer."

"Oh, really?" you challenged, raising an eyebrow. 

"Don’t worry. I'm a fast learner. I won’t let you get away twice"

"Is that a threat?" you asked.

"A promise," he corrected you as he took a bite of the dessert.

Harry asked for your number by the end of the night and you gave it to him, of course you did.

As he told the waiter that he should put the dinner on his tab you protested, but he would have none of it. He said that this was the most fun he had in a while as he got up and watched you exit the booth. 

“Let me take you home-” He started as he let you walk ahead of him; you tried to ignore the way he looked at you; like he was still hungry.

“You shouldn’t worry about me, I’ll call an uber.” He helped you put on your jacket before he opened the door for you.

A soft breeze danced around the streets of the city at this late hour- you hugged your jacket closer to you. You didn���t want your meeting to end, but it had to. 

“Nonsense, let me take you home, c’mon.” He climbed the steps before you and turned around so your eyes could meet at the same level. His dark hair, with its natural waves, framed his face and the silver streak in his hair reminded you of something- he was so handsome, how was he so handsome? He smelled great too.

You smiled at him, maybe the drink you had inside made you this courageous. 

“You never told me how old you are.” Everyone passing by you two must think you were drunk by the way you were smiling at each other. He grabbed your hands in his much bigger ones and pressed them close together, like one might do to a child to make them listen- butterflies danced across your stomach again because of the sudden intimacy.

Harry’s smile faltered slightly and he adopted a more serious expression before lowering his voice and telling you: “I’m 49 years old.”

His deep brown eyes searched your face, like wanting to remember it before you start showing any signs of discomfort. 

You wanted to say something, before he interrupted you “If you are uncomfortable, I promise, I’ll take you home and I’ll never say-”

“And If I am not?” you spoke over him. 

His eyebrows relaxed back on his face as relief washed over his expression and a smile slowly started spreading across his lips. His eyes twinkled under the light above you two from the entrance of the restaurant and he looked at you like he wanted to kiss you.

“I’ll take you home then.”

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Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this for you and for me. I hope you have a great day and wish u de best.

If you are one of my long time followers, I just wanna say im sorry that I havent written anything in quite a while, but life got in the way and I just couldn't find any inspiration to give you something actually good. But I am back now! And to stay for good this time unless stated otherwise. ILY

[obeymestory]

I don't know if you do these, but could you make a scenario of the demon brothers taking care of MC while they're pregnant with their kid?

Of course!! I was kinda waiting for someone to ask me to do one of those things. <3

Warning!!: Slight mature mentions!! Hope you enjoy this though my dear lambs.

✒ Lucifer 🖋

Would be shocked at the first mention of you being pregnant, asking you to take a test to confirm the pregnancy if you hadn't already, then putting his hand on your belly and feeling a huge sense of admiration towards you for carrying his child, as well as a huge sense of responsibility.

Would do his best to make sure you're always comfortable.

Would help you downstairs even when you're just a few weeks along.

Would probably have you near his desk on something comfortable while he does his paperwork so he could be there immediately if your water were to break.

Would think your food cravings were strange but would fetch the food for you immediately.

Always pick things up for you, even if you just dropped something.

Probably be more stressed in the delivery room than you were because of him wanting everything to go smoothly, and because he's worried about you and your guys' baby. "What's taking the doctor so long?" (Referring to the doctor being late, you're the highest priority to him.)

Have Barbatos make you tea every night to help you relax, especially when you start having contractions.

Would rest his hand gently on your belly while you're napping near him, happy to be the father of a new soul.

Probably wouldn't have coitus with you until he knew it was alright, and even then he would make sure to be gentle, resting his hand on your belly while he pleased you, mainly only focusing on your satisfaction.

Be more focused on you to the point where Diavolo or his brothers would have to do some of his paperwork while he took care of you.

When the baby kicks he immediately rests his head gently on your belly, having a small smile on his face as he remembered that he helped make such a lovely being. "I can't wait to meet you."

💰 Mammon 💸

Would think that you were messing with him at first upon telling him about your pregnancy with his child.

Always wanting you not to be too active and to constantly be comfortable.

Would instantly fetch your cravings and not question them.

Would rest his hand on your belly and rub it every now and then when you both were spending quality time together, especially when watching movies.

Would talk to your belly like the baby was able to listen, mostly complaining about how the baby was making you feel during pregnancy. "Why ya' always gotta make yer' mommy throw up, huh? She's doing all this work for ya', so ya' better be a good kid when ya' come out."

Would freak out as soon as you said your water broke, rushing to get you the care and doctors you needed.

Would probably try stacking poker chips on your belly, considering it both quality time for you and your guys' baby.

Would worry about you during contractions, pouting the whole time and asking if he could do something to ease the pain.

If you were to suggest coitus to him, he would accept immediately, then process what you said and ask if it's okay to do while you're pregnant. He'd be rough or gentle for you as long as you and the baby were safe. "Yes! ...Wait- is dat' okay for us to do?"

Would constantly ask if you were okay, and if you weren't he'd comfort you to the best of his abilities.

When having hot and cold flashes he'd probably fan you with a wad of cash or wrap his arms around you to warm you up.

🪼 Leviathan 🍡

Would think that you're pranking him at first as you said that you were pregnant with his baby, then once you confirmed that it wasn't a prank he'd tear up and hug you happily. "Not funny Y/N... you shouldn't joke like that... w-wait... r-really? I'm gonna be a daddy? *sniffles happily*"

Would cuddle you constantly and hum anime intros as he rubbed your belly, picturing showing your guys' baby a bunch of anime as soon as they were born.

If you were to suggest coitus he would be extremely hesitant to agree, and he would only finger you or eat you out.

Would turn on your favorite anime while you were having mood swings.

Would not know what you meant when you said; "my water broke" and would gasp and instantly call out for his brothers to help you as he made you all comfortable. "Hmm..? Your water broke? What does that mean? O-oh... OH!! The baby's coming!! GUYS- THE BABY'S COMING!!!!-"

Would caress your belly as you had contractions, giving you a worried expression.

Would probably suggest names for the baby first, and the names would be based on anime characters you like, not what characters he liked, what characters YOU like.

Would let you play video games when you had more severe mood swings, like extreme anger.

If it came to it, he wouldn't be mad if you ended up accidentally throwing up in his tub-like bed, he'd clean it up and start putting a little trash bag near you so it wouldn't happen again.

Would buy you a whole new bed so you weren't uncomfortable laying in his tub-like bed.

Would gasp as he saw the baby kick, asking if that hurt you or made you uncomfortable.

📚 Satan 🐈‍⬛

Would blink as you told him you were pregnant with his child, he would promptly close his book and blush deeply, still taking a full minute to process what you just said then get up and pull you into a tight yet careful hug. "You have no idea how happy I am."

Would read a bunch of books on human pregnancy, wanting to know how to take care of you during the next nine months.

Would have a good idea on how parenting goes, but would still check out a bunch of books from the library about parenting just in case there was something he didn't know.

Would read you a bedtime story every night, keeping one of his hands on your belly as he read from his book.

If you were to suggest coitus he would agree, having learned that it's beneficial during childbirth, and wanting to satisfy your needs as much as possible, being gentle and sensual the entire time.

Would pick everything up that you were to drop, hold the door open for you, and help you down the stairs without hesitation.

Would suggest healthier foods if you were to ask him to go get certain things you were craving, but would abide by your wishes.

Would already be prepared for you to throw up, keeping a trashcan nearby you at all times.

Would make sure you're laying on your left side whenever you would take a nap or go to bed.

Would put both of his hands on your belly as the baby kicked, being extremely happy, especially if the baby would constantly move, knowing that it meant the baby was healthy. He did feel bad that you were uncomfortable every time the baby moved though.

Would have you in the royal medical room as you reached your last month of pregnancy, wanting to be entirely prepared, and remaining beside you no matter what, even if you were to say that you were fine and he could go do his usual things. "No. I'm not leaving you both whatsoever."

Since he was a straight A student he could just skip school to take care of you.

💄 Asmodeus 💅

Would gasp and widen his eyes, covering his mouth at the revelation of your pregnancy, squeaking happily and kissing you lovingly, immediately suggesting name planning. "Oh my goodness!! We need to start thinking of names!!~"

Would agree to coitus, but would be gentle, he'd also do it as many times as you wanted.

Would massage you every night, especially your breasts since he knew they were producing milk and were gonna be sore soon.

Would wash you in the bath and take care of all your self care needs.

Would hold your hair back carefully as you threw up.

Would shower you with compliments, especially when your belly starts growing in, knowing you might be insecure about yourself due to your body changing but saying that he loved you no matter what. "Oh hon. You're gorgeous... especially your skin. It's so radiant and youthful, I'm so jealous~"

Would whisper sweet nothings and comfort you as you cried or had mood swings.

Would design a HUGE baby shower for you both.

Would paint his and your nails to the color the gender was revealed to be.

Would record a video of the baby kicking, happy tears welling up in his eyes as he replayed the video over and over, asking for your permission to post it on Devilgram.

Would kiss all over your belly and murmur a soft "I love you~" to your belly every night before murmuring the same thing in your ear.

Would help you to the hospital gently and carefully, holding your hand all through labor and giving you little whispers of encouragement the entire time.

💪 Beelzebub 🍔

Would take a whole six minutes to process you telling him that he made you pregnant. "Wait-....Really? We're having a baby?"

Would carry you everywhere and anywhere, no questions asked. The bathroom, downstairs, the kitchen, the delivery room, etc!! (He'd even wake up to help you to the bathroom.)

Would not mind your food cravings, but he's making you eat a bunch of healthy stuff afterwards if your food craving wasn't healthy.

Would watch your belly with sparkles in his eyes as the baby kicked, putting both of his hands on your belly. (It's like that gaze he gives whenever he sees food.)

Would love to go out and buy baby stuff with you, especially baby clothes.

Would place a piece of his meal on your belly, calling it; "Feeding the baby."

If you were to ask to have coitus during your pregnancy, he'd put his hand on your belly and get worried about the baby, needing you to tell him it was good for the baby beforehand, and he'd do it rough or gentle for you, just as long as the baby was okay.

Would pick up everything for you, carrying everything you were attempting to carry, and holding the door open for you if you did convince him that you were okay to walk instead of being carried everywhere by him

Would let you squeeze his hand as hard as you needed during labor, staying beside you no matter what and giving you encouragement just after the doctors do.

Would probably give you hot or cold food when you were having hot or cold flashes. He'd give you cold food when you were hot, then hot food when you were cold.

Would immediately learn to start carrying a vomit bag around for you just in case, rubbing your back as you threw up.

Would get scared at first once your mood swings started happening, feeling guilty until you or one of his brothers reassured him that it was part of pregnancy.

🌌 Belphegor 💤

Would gasp as soon as you said you were pregnant, diving down and resting his head on your belly for a while, nuzzling against your skin and having a dorky lazy smile on his face, knowing you were carrying his baby.

Would definitely join you for naps, offering to massage your chest before he used them as pillows.

Would definitely use your belly as a pillow at one point, listening for movement with his ear pressed against your skin.

Would definitely help you make a nursery, "testing" the baby's bed to make sure the baby would be comfortable. "Hmm? Oh. I'm making sure the bed is okay for our baby. Would you like to join me?"

Will always make sure you're comfortable and laying on your left side when sleeping.

If you were to suggest coitus he would do it very gently, knowing that you were more sensitive now and treating you very delicately.

Would hum or sing soft lullabies to you and the baby to help you fall asleep.

Would probably become more clingy during this time, helping you everywhere and caressing your belly whenever he had the chance.

Wouldn't mind your mood swings, offering his body pillow to punch if you ever got angry to the point where you needed to blow off some steam.

During labor he'd ask Beel to help carry you as he comforted you all the way to the delivery room, caressing your hand as you squeezed his hand for dear life.

Would probably suggest some constellation related names. "Maybe Cygnus? For a boy. Or... Andromeda? For a girl?"

(Hope you enjoyed this!! My ask box is still open, so feel free to ask or send anything!!~)

[cuntdestroyer3000]

Hey! I’m so happy you’re taking requests! The prompt I’m thinking of is, Peter said he loved seeing his sisters putting make up on and he also said he loved making people happy. So I’m imagining girlfriend!reader testing the quality and duration of her new lipsticks by kissing him to check if they transfer and he is just there relaxed and enjoying every minute of being her lipstick tester, giving his two cents about the cosmetics and thinking he is so lucky to have her 😍

Your Kiss

dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more Peter Steele masterlist

Peter Steele x f!reader

Peter gives you money for a makeup shopping spree, and you test out the durability of your new lipsticks by kissing him all over😼

No use of y/n, no physical description of the reader but she's really feminine, also she giggles a lot idk what happened, light smut (it’s pretty much fade to black, this ask was just so cute and sweet i kinda just wanted to keep the vibes like that) heavy fluff, sickeningly cute, ~1.3k words

He's watching an old movie with the cat curled up in his lap and when you get home, she jumps off and comes to greet you.

"Hi baby." You greet Peter sweetly as you close the door and give her a few pets.

He gets up and walks over to you. He barely has to take any steps before he's right front of you, gathering you in his arms.

"Hey sweetheart." He murmurs into your hair and kisses the side of your head.

You giggle and press your face into his muscular chest.

"You have fun shopping?" He asks, pulling away.

"Mmhm!" You bite your bottom lip as you smile up at him. You love how tall he is.

"Yeah?" His arms are still around you, "How much money did you spend?"

Your smile grows wider,

"All of it." You say in a sing-song voice.

"Good girl," he smirks a little, "C'mon." He gets behind you and guides you to your bedroom. You try to hide how flustered he just made you with his little comment, but he already knows you are, that’s why he said it.

Peter loved to buy you stuff; clothes, makeup, trips to the hair or nail salon. However, his favorite thing to buy you was lingerie.

He liked it even better when you took him along with you on those errands, holding something up and asking shyly if he liked it. He loved the anticipation of waiting outside as you tried everything on, and leaving still not knowing what you looked like in the sexy little lace sets he’d bought you.

-

He lies in bed and you giggle as you settle in close to him, tucking your legs under you.

"Thank you Peter." You lean down and kiss him on the cheek. He waves you off like it was nothing.

"What'd you get?" He asks.

"I got eyeshadow and some new blush but I mostly got lipstick."

"Lipstick?" His eyes travel down your body and he runs his finger up and down your arm. His eyes flit up to yours, his gaze turning a little hungry.

"Yeah..." You say, teasingly.

"Have you tried any of them yet?"

You break into a grin,

"No." You say in the same tone, "They're from different brands too. I don't know which ones are better."

"Which ones you like better?"

"Well yeah, but also how long they last." You smirk and lean over him, "Like how much I can kiss you before it all rubs off."

"Really?" He looks down at your lips as he tucks your hair behind your ear, "Maybe you need to test them out."

You giggle and hide your face in his chest for a second, then kiss him before jumping up off the bed excitedly.

Your little vanity set up is on the opposite wall and he can see you in the mirror as you dump out all the makeup you bought. You grab the lipsticks and your little handheld mirror before you get back in bed and scooch up next to him again.

His hand finds its way under your skirt, resting on your thigh, and you feel his thumb tracing circles on your skin. He watches with a small smile as you apply the first tube; a bright red.

You kiss him on the lips first, then all over his cheeks and forehead. You can't stop giggling as you kiss down his jaw. You lean back and look at your handy work. His face is covered in your kisses, they're not super noticeable though, and they fade quickly.

"Hmm interesting." You say, "I think I need to collect more data though."

He huffs out a laugh,

"Well I'm happy to be of service to you."

You kiss him and his hand squeezes your upper thigh, almost encompassing it. You let out a soft moan and he slips his tongue into your mouth.

You move so you're more on top of him, still making out. His hand moves further until he's grabbing your ass. Then he's pulling you closer to him and moving you so that you're straddling him, all while not breaking the kiss.

He moans as you bite his lip and he reaches over your ass down to rub you through your panties, his fingers reaching all the way past your clit; the feeling making you grind against his hand. He starts moving one of his fingers under the side of your panties when you sit up suddenly.

"Peter! We're getting distracted!"

"Well, you're very distracting."

Your face warms and you give him a little smile as you lean down to kiss him softly.

"I know I am, but maybe if you're good we can keep going after I'm all done testing these."

"Oh I'll be good." He smirks.

You sit back up and reach for your mirror and the next lipstick to try.

"Mmm that one's nice." He murmurs before you lean down and leave kisses all over his face and down his neck.

"I think I'm running out of room." You say slyly and he grins before sitting up to pull off his shirt.

He lies back down with an arm behind his head, relaxing into the pillows as you try out each one, kissing him softly all over his collarbones and chest. His other hand rests on your back gently, sometimes stroking the back of your head.

He admires you as you carefully apply your lipstick. He loves watching you do your makeup, seeing you all focused on your little ritual. He runs his hands up your thighs so that they're under your skirt again.

You lean down and slowly press kisses down his neck,

"Mmm" He lets out a gravelly sigh that makes your pussy throb.

You move further down his chest, leaving more and more kisses all over his pecs. When you're onto the last tube of lipstick, you move further down his body; kissing along his stomach and down near his waistband, making him moan.

When you move back up over him you can't help but smile. He looks so relaxed, his eyes are heavy-lidded and his raven hair is spread out on the pillow as he looks up at you.

You get an idea and get up, grabbing your polaroid camera before you settle back on top of him.

"What're you up to?" His voice is lazy.

"Nothing," You say with mock innocence as you raise up the camera.

He rolls his eyes and facepalms.

"Peter c'mon." You whine and move his hand, "Just one picture."

"For you, anything." He gives you a lazy half smile.

"That's more like it." You quip and snap a picture, having to rise up a bit to get more of him in the frame.

You set it on the bedside table to develop before leaning down to kiss him again. His hands go up to rest on your arched back, cradling you in his big arms.

"Was I good?" He murmurs against your lips when you pull away slightly.

You let out a little laugh,

"Very good." You bite his earlobe lightly, "I think you deserve a reward for it."

His hand cradles the back of your head as you move down, kissing his body and undoing his jeans.

-

After taking him in your mouth- with some difficulty- you cuddle in bed together. Peter's sleepy and sated, still covered in your kiss marks. You kiss him occasionally and run your fingers through his hair.

He ends up falling asleep and you smile at how peaceful he looks. You'll have to wake him up so he can scrub it all off, but you’ll let him sleep a little while longer.

Then you remember the polaroid and grab it, you feel yourself flush as you stare at him in the picture. It came out perfect, he looks so sexy covered in your kisses.

You get up and stick the picture into the frame of your mirror so you can see it everyday.

Such a cute request! I loved this so fucking much. Also I think visually this is one of my cuntiest fics so good job

[woso-dreamzzz]

If Music Be The Food Of Love

Laia Aleixandri x Reader

Summary: Leila can't quite believe that Laia's bringing her to see the orchestra

"Since when were you into music?"

"I've always been into music."

Leila gave her a deadpan stare, one perfect brow raised. "Not classical music. You told me when you moved in that classical music was the bane of your existence and if you found out whoever played it in the locker room, you would come down upon them with a vengeance."

Laia had forgotten that but she awkwardly clear her throat, trying to brush the comment away. "Things can change," She said," Maybe I've matured."

"Matured? Ha!" Leila replied," Sure, and pigs can fly."

"Look, if you don't want to be here then fine! Leave!"

"Whoa, whoa!" Leila held her hands up in defeat. "I never meant that. Thank you for the tickets, really. I was just questioning your newfound love for the orchestra. Sorry if I hit a nerve or something."

Laia ignored her friend as they filed into the auditorium, finding their seats in the box. "Hi," She greeted the other people in the box with familiarity as she took her seat, dragging Leila with her," Hello. It's good to see you."

"Who is your friend, Laia?" A much older woman asked, hands wrapped tightly around the walking stick between her legs.

"This is Leila, we play together. For club and country," Laia said, indicating to Leila who looked incredibly confused as to just how many times Laia, the self-proclaimed classical music hater, had been to see this orchestra.

"A different type of playing than this," The old woman joked.

"Very different to this," Laia agreed.

A hush descended upon the audience as the curtain rose and revealed the orchestra, a group of smartly dressed individuals in all black.

Instantly, Laia's eyes sought you out. She had no problem finding you. She never had a problem finding you - even though you sat closest to the audience in the first chair to the conductor's left. She was drawn to you no matter where you were and could find you in a crowd without a second thought.

Your face was a mask of professionalism but, when your eyes glanced to the box, the barest hint of a smile poked at the corner of your lips.

"Don't tell me that's why we've come," Leila hissed in her ear," Because you've got the hots for a violin girl."

Laia didn't get time to respond (not that she would, lost to the world staring into your eyes despite the distance between you) because the conductor cleared his throat, hand up to begin the concert.

Music of angelic quality filled the room but Laia didn't turn her gaze from you. Your eyes were slightly closed as you counted your beats and rests. Your violin was a snug fit under your chin and your bow moved over your strings with such experience and skill that it was obvious why you were the concertmaster.

Laia didn't stop watching you even when there was a flute solo. You caught her eye several times but mainly stayed focused on your conductor. But, every so often, your head would tilt the slightest bit to the side, towards the box that Laia was sitting in.

Your eyes would meet for a moment and you would instantly be transported back to when you first met her, in a hole in the wall café that served the best coffee in the city.

She had asked to sit at your table as everywhere else was full. You would later learn that it was just an excuse so she could finally pluck up the courage to speak to you.

You welcomed her into your booth and got to talking, about her football matches and your orchestra concerts. She confessed her hatred for all things classical and you invited her round to your place to listen to good classical music - because only people who heard bad classical music ever swore off the genre entirely.

Things had blossomed easily from there and soon she was sat in the family box with your fellow musicians' families, listening to you play with a soft smile and warm arms to welcome you at the end.

You adjusted your positioning as the introduction to your solo began to build. The music swelled before, one by one each of your fellow string sections dropped off. Your first violins accompanied you into the first few notes before stilling, letting you take the lead - your shining moment of the song.

You kept your eyes on Laia as you played, not really needing the conductor when you had played this particular solo many times to perfection.

It was actually the first solo you had ever played in Laia's company when she had demanded to hear your excellence on your third date, curled up in your apartment after a warm meal.

●～●～●～●～

"Are we allowed to be here?" Leila asked in a hushed voice even as she took a flute of champagne from the waiter offering it to her.

"For the last time, yes," Laia said back, sipping her own champagne. It wasn't her alcohol of choice but your events tended to be fancy like this so she had gained an appreciation for it.

Leila let out a breath as she surveyed the room where the afterparty was taking place. "You never told me how much I owe you for the tickets. I mean, a box Laia? How much did this cost?"

"Nothing." Laia was only half paying attention, eyes focussed on each of the doors, trying to guess which one you were going to walk through. "They were free."

"Free?" Leila's voice was steeped in incredulousness. "Have you been donating to the orchestra or something? Those seats were fancy."

"Not quite."

You stepped through the door on her left. Your face held a single-minded purpose as you walked across the room. You took a glass of champagne on instinct, not bothering to look at the waiter as you joined Laia and Leila.

"Hi," You said.

"Hi," Laia said back.

"Hi," You said again.

"Hello."

You broke your gaze from Laia and turned it to her companion. You smiled. "You must be Leila, it's so good to meet you. I'm y/n." You held out your hand.

She took it and nodded knowingly. "Violin girl."

You giggled, taking a sip of champagne. "That's not a name I'm quite accustomed to. Usually, it's just the concertmaster."

Leila grinned. "I'll pretend that I know what that means."

"It means that she's second in command," Laia said quickly. She placed her champagne flute off to the side and wrapped an arm securely around your waist. "I'm very proud."

"I'm glad you could come," You said to Leila sincerely," It's nice to finally meet one of Laia's friends."

Leila looked between the two of you suspiciously, taking in Laia's arm and the way you leaned into her grip, practically laying your head on her shoulder.

"I take it I have you to thank for the box tickets."

Your cheeks coloured. "I get up to four free box tickets for every performance. I told Laia she could bring whoever she wanted."

"And is Laia a constant audience member for you?"

"Always." You pressed a kiss against her cheek. "Laia's been coming to shows ever since I made her fall in love with classical music again."

"Laia? Into classical music?" Leila laughed," You must be some persuader."

"I like to think it was my kisses that really sealed the deal."

Leila roared with laughter but Laia didn't care.

She dipped her head down to meet your lips. You tasted exactly like usual, a mix of fancy champagne and the chewing gum you always used before a performance.

You kissed her back just as sweetly.

"So," Leila said, wiggling her eyebrows," I'm getting the sense here that you two are an item."

"What gave it away? The kissing?" You asked.

Leila shrugged and Laia already knew she was going to regret introducing her friend to you. "And the eye fucking every time she looked at you on stage."

[moirindeclermont]

Today's episode, "All Polin First Times We Didn't See " is brought to you by the lovely request of @spaceorphan18 on Tumblr, who asked me for the first time outside England.

The first place they stay for more than a couple of days is Paris, and Colin is practically vibrating with excitement while showing everything he loves about the city. Pen, bless her, matches his enthusiasm, endlessly curious about the place—and the people he met, as well as all his adventures. They arrived just last afternoon, taking the rest of the day and the night to rest. Today was all about exploring, but finally, they were back at the place they were staying.

They eat dinner quietly, but their quiet is of electrical quality. Both were too tired to do anything last night, and they were travelling for several days before their arrival, meaning besides kisses and stolen touches, they haven't been intimate since leaving Mayfair. Adding to that, the walls were thin in this place, so thin they could listen to the remarkable performance of the couple next to them. Their passion evoked shivers down their back.

The servants bring the dessert; by now, Penelope knows how to spur her husband. She eats slowly, looking Colin in the eyes. The spoon she is using gets a lavish treatment that Pen would prefer to reserve for something more alive... but all in good time because she knows that Colin absolutely can not resist the combination of Pen plus food. She closes her eyes and enjoys the decadent taste of the confectionary when she hears a chair, and a moment later, Colin is standing right next to her.

"Are you still hungry, husband?" she asks, hoping he will do what she discovers she loves to do. Colin must be on her same wavelength, as usual, because he takes the spoon out of her hand and presses something else again in her small hand. Yes, exactly what she wanted. "Yes, Colin -- I'm still hungry. Can you help me?" And Colin - her sweet husband, bites back a moan at her words and then actually moans when he sees her moving around, fumbling with his pants.

It takes a moment to free him, but then she has him in her hands. "I fear I might be growing addicted to your taste, husband," she says before taking the tip in her mouth. She isn't lying. She has felt addicted since the first time they did this, and now they are in Paris, and she seems she cannot stay a couple of days without him inside her mouth - and her centre as well.

While she pleasures Colin, her other hand goes to herself, taking some time on her breasts and her core. She doesn't want to wait. Pen thanks whatever deity she can remember. She forgoes a stay tonight, meaning she can lower her neckline to reveal her breasts, knowing Colin would not miss the chance to tease her. As on cue, Colin whispers a "bloody brilliant Pen" before touching her.

She takes her mouth away from him, looking at him from her position. "Would you like to take me to this table, Colin?" He doesn't even answer. He helps her get to her feet, lifts her skirt, and makes her sit on the table's edge—a moment after he is inside her, finally. "Be loud, Pen," he says as he moves. She knows he has entered them in a competition to be the loudest against their neighbours.

She should scold him, but she doesn't care, not when he is giving her exactly what she wants. She feels carefree as he pushes inside her, and she follows him with her hips. She is loud. Louder than she ever was back at home, but something about this moment compels her to give it all to him. "Fuck, Pen", almost shouts Colin when she squeezes him with her core, something they discover makes him go feral.

It's a matter of minutes, and then Colin comes on her stomach. She spurs him on by taking a finger and tasting his release. "Why don't you take your dessert?" she says after sucking the finger in her mouth, and Colin is practically drooling at this point, going on his knees and touching her with his finger and mouth until she is coming once, then twice. Then, he smiles and crooks his fingers inside her, making her gush out. Colin loves making her release like that.

The place is now dead silent; only their breaths fill the space. Colin claims they won the competition, smirking. "And this is nothing," he says, a bit drunk on her. He lifts her and brings her to their bedroom, disrobing both. "Colin, I think I want to go to that place you mentioned... the one dedicating to those parties you mentioned in your journal," and he looks at her, stunned. "Really?" Pen nods, shy.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, what do you say?" She smiles, and they both get under the covers. Pen caresses his chest for a few moments before falling asleep. He quickly follows her while thinking about what she said.

(Part 2 tomorrow)

[lady-boketto]

Gaming Headcanons (Call of Duty)

A/n: This is not canon at all and I thought it would be fun to think about what kind of games and gamer the CoD men would be

Price:

Price does not have a lot of gaming experience but he likes to be included in game nights

He's the one who rages the most when he is playing games (but it's mostly when he is playing multiplayer games)

Price prefers board games rather than digital ones (likes the atmosphere that is created when gathering around the table with close friends to sit down and have some fun it)

Don't ever ask him to play poker because he can and will kick your ass (unless you are a poker legend or you manage to cheat without him noticing)

He has his own personal chess board to play with (it's a nice quality wooden one that's not too big so that he can bring it with him to pass time when he doesn't have access to the internet)

Gaz:

A true master of gaming, like there's no game out there that this man won't be good at

Also kind of a sore loser when someone finally manages to beat him, Gaz kind of lets out this big sigh and crosses his arms over his chest while looking off into the corner but he doesn't stay this way for long, it more of a 'in the moment' situation (Gaz is more frustrated that he wasn't good enough to win this round but knows there will be other chances)

Gaz equally enjoys playing digital games as much as he does when he plays a board game (his favorite board game to play is monopoly, since he can get very strategic while he plays and is very easily annoyed when he's sitting in monopoly jail)

Soap:

Johnny is the person who tries to tell stories over the mic only to realize that he's been on mute for the past ten minutes (the rest of the group was wondering why he was so quiet all of the sudden)

He also has a Nintendo switch ( He has a Nintendo lite in the color blue) but he loves playing Mario Kart or any of the Mario Parties and loves it when you get frustrated when he steals first place or star from you (he gives his famous laugh and pecks your cheek while telling you how much he loves you while committing the vile act)

Trolls/griefs a ton. He thinks it's funny when other players scream curse words at him and never misses an opportunity to provoke them even further. (he laughs his ass off when they rage quit or if he has to read their attempt to argue back at him in the game chat)

He actually likes spending multiple hours on a game. Grinding to get the best stuff just so he can brag about it the next day.

Soap also does occasionally broadcast his game play with others (because he likes to look back on the memories when he feeling alone or that he just needs something to cheer his mood up a little)

Ghost:

Ghost is the type of person who would say they only play multiplayer games but likes to secretly play the cozy single player games like animal crossing and Stardew Valley (he rant to you about how unfair Isabella is when rating his island a mere 3 stars or how he often forgets to go back to his house before 2 am because he was too focused on the monsters and loot in the mines.)

Even though he doesn’t mind online multiplayer games to play with the rest of squad 141, he also doesn’t mind to play co-op games with you (his favorites to play are it takes two or playing some version of call of duty zombies on a split screen, he takes pride in protecting you in co-op games or he shyly admits a thank you when you revive him)

He just likes strategic games in general, you will find him often playing chess with Price ( when you watch them play, they always take the longest time possible to make their move, it seems like they both go through every possible move until they find the best position to move forward but the game is always interrupted by something that needs one or the other’s attention)

[ajokeformur-ray]

I'd reconsider getting pet insurance. If something goes wrong or your cat is accidentally injured, you're going to be out of luck without pet insurance. It's your decision, but the rate you've described saving money doesn't sound like enough if anything were to happen in the first two years. Additionally, what if some other emergency happens that means you or your roommate need or want to tap into the funds? Life happens and we don't get to decide when. Pet insurance might stop a fight about that before it happens and afford some much deserved peace of mind.

I'm so happy that you want to take care of your pet so well, but it feels like you're trying to take all of the love, care, consideration, and sacrifice that should have been given to you by your parents and instead have it flow from you to your pet. I've been there and it causes a lot of confusing emotions when you're never allowing yourself to be put first or you don't constantly measure up to the ideal, perfect caretaker in your mind. It doesn't give you room to be human, room to be grow.

Also I'm literally just a stranger on the internet who looks at your blog sometimes because I also love Arthur, but it kills me to see how much stress you put yourself under. I wish that you'd care for yourself as much as you do your sweet kitty. You are worthy of daily care and rest just by virtue of existing and you consistently neglect yourself. You don't deserve that.

I'm pretty sure I've been somewhere close to where you are know and I just want to let you know you won't get anywhere by exhausting yourself like this. It's not noble. It's not cute. It's genuinely worrying.

When you watch Joker, don't you want him to have a better life? There's coping with a bad situation and there's perpetuating it because you don't feel like you deserve better. You are an adult. You live independently of your parents. You are now fully in charge of setting your own pace. If you don't slow down and care for yourself, you'll burn out and that doesn't help anyone. Besides, when you push yourself like this you may do more work, but it's lower quality work. I know you are passionate about what you are doing, but that passion seems to be preventing you from arranging your life in a way that would allow you to rest and produce your best quality work, consistently.

You've mentioned coworkers concerned about your exhaustion. That's not something for them to just adjust to, that's something for you to address. Your exhaustion spilling over to your job in such a noticeable way is a red flag that things aren't right.

I'm sure you know that in an emergency situation you need to help yourself before you can help others. That is so relevant here. Your blog is the very definition of burning yourself alive to keep others warm.

I know this is super strange coming from an anonymous tumblr ask and I hope you aren't weirded out by it. If you were looking for a sign or cosmic permission to slow down and focus on yourself; this is it.

You are NOT the sacrifice. You are the alter.

Okay. I understand that this is mostly likely a good intentioned ask, and I can see where you're coming from, but you're wrong on every point you've made and I'm gonna tell you why.

So first of all, I don't need to get pet insurance. Where I live in my specific area of the UK, pet insurance is little more than a scam. It's like £20-30 a month and you get taxed on it and then, when you do actually make a claim, you still have to pay money on top of what's on your insurance. When I last took a cat to the vet, we had insurance for three years before we needed it. Insurance covered £100 of a £600 bill, so we had to find £500 out of nowhere. It's much cheaper to put that same £20-30 in a jar and just take it to the vet when and if I need it. And if that jar money doesn't cover the bill, then between my roommate and I, we can afford any of Loki's needs.

He's a very healthy, very well cared for mature cat. He's only 8, he's full of life, I highly doubt anything will go wrong with him. And if it does, my roommate and I will face that when it comes to it. Also, who is to say anything will happen to Loki in the next two years???? He might never need to visit the vet, he hasn't in all the time his previous owners had him, and they've had him since he was a kitten (not including the times he was neutered or had his vaccinations).

I asked absolutely everybody in my life who owns cats - upwards of six people - and they all told me the same thing, as did my own research on the matter. Pet insurance where I am isn't really financially beneficial and money in a jar is better. I don't blindly follow people when I make a decision. I have an idea, I ask around, I do research, I ask around some more, then I make a decision.

Life happens and we don't get to decide when, that's true, but. My roommate and I both work full time, we split all our bills, and we're putting into Loki's health insurance jar the exact same amount we would be paying with pet insurance. The only difference is that we won't be taxed on it and when we need to pay for Loki's vet visits, we'll have the money in full and what we're putting aside won't undermine other life needs because we both earn enough to make it work. I'm an adult, anon, I know how to budget and make money work. I have already considered every angle and what I have decided to do is what's best to fit the current situation. If the situation changes, how my roommate and I face that situation will also change. That's life. You try something, it works or doesn't, you adjust.

My roommate and I are very close, we see eye to eye on all the important things. This works for us, pet insurance doesn't.

I STRONGLY disagree with your second paragraph. What an absolute batshit insane thing to say to anyone, let alone a stranger on Tumblr??? I'm not transferring love I never received from me to a pet at all, what the fuck are you on about??? I'm not sorry but the mental gymnastics that statement requires is... Ridiculous. And quite frankly, insulting. I want to be a good pet owner because I want to be a good pet owner. That's all there is to it. I've known Loki since he was a kitten and I'm good friends with his previous owners. I promised them I'd look after him, and I am. I love cats so much, I love Loki, and that's all there is to it. I'm sorry, but I don't understand where you've drawn this assumption from. Your (probably) well intentioned but infantilising and weird ask is FULL of assumptions and absolutely none of them have even a speck of truth in them.

I do take care of myself, and I do put myself first, every single day. Who do you think I'm doing all of this work for? Who do you think I answer to if I don't meet expectations? Who do you think I see every day, who goes with me everywhere, who supports me through my best, my worst, and everything in between?

I'll tell you who.

Me.

All of the late nights or nights where I don't sleep at all, all of the skipped meals, all of the coffee, all of the assignments and hours upon hours of studying, all of the overtime at work, all of the anxiety attacks and panic attacks and "I can't do this I'm gonna quit"s... Absolutely everything over the last five years since I started my degree, absolutely everything...

Is all. For. Me.

For the little Eri who wanted to graduate university one day so she could wear one of those cool hats with the tassels on, and for the Eri I haven't met yet who will walk the stage one day when she graduates, for the Eri who kept herself alive when she most wanted to die back in 2019 and never thought she'd have the life she does now...

I do it all for me, and I'm happy about that. I'm happy and proud of how hard I always work, I'm happy and proud that my "low quality work" isn't low quality at all!!!!! Because I work so hard!!! Not to be big headed at all, but no matter what, my grades are RARELY LESS THAN 70%!!!! My most recent one was 81%!!!! I work so hard BECAUSE this field of study is my passion, BECAUSE I truly want to make it to becoming a therapist, and because you can ask anyone who KNOWS me, and they will tell you without a shadow of a doubt that I am at my HAPPIEST when I'm studying and working hard.

My life is tough, I'm always stressed, yes, but god, anon, it's MY life, and I LOVE it.

I love the life I've built for myself, the life I've lived and loved for the last five years and will still live and love for another year beyond that! It's not forever but the outcomes and results will shape my entire life!!!!!

Anons on here sometimes tell me it's okay to quit, it's okay to put myself first, yada yada, but what no one seems to understand is that what I'm putting myself through is necessary.

My university cannot grant extensions on assignments unless it's a wedding, a funeral, a birth, or severe sickness, and my job requires me to be incredibly brave and strong. I have been physically assaulted four times in the three weeks I've been on the "front line" at work, all minor injuries or near misses so I'm fine!!! But the point is, I am tough as all hell to face everything every single day and, like it or not, I don't fucking care, I LOVE this life so much. I love my new job, I love my degree and the sacrifices everything requires me to make. I love it all, and though I do often vent on here and share thoughts like quitting, something we all know I'd never do, I would never change it for the world. I am building myself such a beautiful life and I promised myself I'd do anything to make it happen.

And that's what I'm fucking doing, anon. I'm standing true to my heart and my promises, facing the dreams I want. I don't care if it's not noble or cute, I'm not doing it for inane reasons like that. I'm doing it for me, because I can, because I want to help people. If you knew me as well as you say you do - which, quite honestly, you don't - you'd know that.

I can see how you'd misunderstand me and my goals so severely, seeing as you only visit my blog "sometimes". You're only seeing things out of context. So I get your perspective. But your many assumptions are very VERY wrong and I do not appreciate this message at ALL. You have infantilised me and that's... Really quite disgusting. Well intentioned or not, this isn't just a weird ask, it's erroneous and misguided and insulting.

You don't know me at all.

Using Arthur is also pretty fucking low considering he's literally saved my life several years ago on several occasions. I am not coping with a bad situation, either. Nor am I perpetuating misery or whatever the fuck you said. I'm not scrolling to check you word for word. I am making the best of opportunities presented to me. It's rough sometimes, I won't deny that, but I'm doing it because I want to learn, because I enjoy it, because I'm grateful for how hard previous Erikas have worked to get this Erika, me, to where I am now. I'm honouring all those Erikas by working as hard as I can every single day. She's me, after all, and you're right - I deserve the best, so in doing all of this, I am, in fact, putting myself first.

I won't slow down, because I'm matching the pace of my degree workload and my job. I will not burn out, because I am an adult who takes care of herself. I sleep eight hours most nights, my hair care rarely falters, I eat at least two meals a day now because I'm actively trying to be better about that, I do household chores, I look after Loki, I spend time with family and my roommate, I watch TV and play games... I'm trying to meet every aspect of life as best as I can. I'm not perfect and I could be a bit better in some areas, but I work so hard to not burn out, and though at the moment I'm noticeably less energetic than usual, that's because I'm digesting a difficult situation:

Finals season at university, and a new job.

ANYONE would struggle, that's a bad combination!!! But I'm doing it for ME, so I'm gonna keep going at the pace I am. Rest is coming for me on the 27 May, and then I'll be free of uni until 4 October.

My work isn't lower quality, as I have already said. My grades are very good, my professors are impressed with me and so is my new manager at work. And how did these things happen????

Oh, I don't know... 🤔🤔🤔🤔By working HARD?????🤨🤨🤨🤨

My passion is aiding me in this lifestyle, not "preventing me". Fuck off out of here with that shit. You're making too many assumptions and all of them are waaaay off base. My coworkers will have to adjust to my exhaustion, and in fact the other day when several of them asked me if I was okay and I said I was tired because it's the last few weeks of uni so the pressure is as high as it will get, ALL of them immediately accepted it and said that they know how it feels, and one of them made me a cup of coffee. The other gave me a hug and said I was doing really well. They understand.

Clearly, you don't, because things ARE right. I have the right job to match my degree, my degree matches my job, my dream career is just within reach now. All because of how hard I've been working the last five years, and will maintain for at least another year. I'm so happy, anon, and we all get to complain sometimes.

"Your blog is the very definition of burning yourself alive to keep others warm" mmmmm wrong again!!!!! I'm doing all of this for ME!!!! I'm burning myself FOR myself. I wouldn't have this job if I hadn't been working so hard, I literally landed the role of a mental health support worker BECAUSE of my degree and life experiences!!!! I'm sorry that you've gotten the wrong impression from my posts, but as you only come here "sometimes", you're only seeing the surface and therefore not receiving the full context. So I can see why you're making so many wrong assumptions. I'm exhausted and stressed, yeah, but anyone would be in my position!!!!? I'm happy like this because I know it isn't forever. I'm going after what I want and I'm not gonna stop 'til I get it!!!!!

So I won't be slowing down any time soon, I don't need to. I'm exactly where I need to be for right now. My degree matches my job, my job matches my degree, my career goals are in sight!!!! And in all of this, what have I been doing??? Focusing on myself!!!!! I'm literally doing this for me!!!!!!

Bottom line is, I did NOT appreciate this ask. Usually I would delete asks like this without a fuss, but I feel like this level of misunderstanding of who I am, my goals and lifestyle is so wrong even on the surface level of it all, that it needs correcting. If you don't agree with me, when I know myself better than anyone else on earth, then that's a you problem and I don't need or want you here, so please unfollow and/or block me.

Thanks.

[yan-randomfandom]

Hello! We loved what you did with our dev ask. Wanted to know if you would do Yan! Irep headcanons? I'm a little surprised that Dale got a request before irep.

💘ficto anon

Yandere!Irep x GN!Human!Reader

warnings: hickey or biting mentions!!

just realized how right you are about Dale having a yandere request before Irep,,, woah— half bullet & half drabble!! lil square man

I feel like he'd easily get attached to you on the first day. If you somehow check all the boxes that catch his attention, at least.

For example, buying him ice cream. Surprisingly, it's simple enough to get him to stay with you.

When he heard you say it was your treat, the first thing he thought of was karma. He had done something good for you, and now you were returning the favor. This type of positive thing never happens to him.

Even if he didn't like sweets, he wanted to know what would happen if you bought him ice cream. A simple action, but to him, it felt like you were making up for years of his social interactions.

He's an anti-fairy. His species is feared and avoided. Irep doesn't have many friends, really—he's the second fairy born in a thousand years.

His family, while they love each other dearly, often don't have as much quality time as the originals. They're probably too caught up in their evil schemes.

Having said that, he'd nonchalantly reveal that he's a fairy to you the second you take his heart.

You're so kind to him. It's new. It's nice. Even his parents don't offer this much kindness.

So, if you think Peri is deprived, imagine how much more deprived this guy is.

Irep loves praise. Call him handsome. Call him stylish. Call him better than Peri—he's folded.

He would do anything for you. Literally. Da Rules can't stop him. A stranger is talking to you without acknowledging him? Woah. Where'd they go?

Clingy to a fault. Irep would show you off to the world; he has no shame.

His parents are confused about why he's mingling with a human, but they're supportive nonetheless.

Loves to tease you. It's the most evil thing he can do to you (in plain sight).

Much like Peri, he'd love cuddles. It's a funny thought, but he'd often rest his flat head on your chest or lap. At least he's comfortable.

With fangs like his, he might playfully bite you. He'd love nothing more than to give you hickeys, but he would never leave marks on your skin—unless you ask nicely.

While he's certainly confident, filled with his ego, sometimes there's an inkling of doubt in the pit of his stomach. He's still an anti-fairy, and he would hate to see you go.

This is where his manipulative side can come into play. He’ll make sure you see him at his most vulnerable, making you feel guilty enough to avoid even considering leaving him.

He may be a bit rough around the edges, but Irep can genuinely be good support. After all, that's all he ever wanted: to be useful and to have something for himself.

Irep was disguised as a human. This was the closest he could get to Dev and Peri without getting caught.

The duo were currently inside an ice cream parlor, with Hazel as their company. Irep squinted his eyes. Oh, wait, his reverse parents were there too. Of course they were, being Hazel's godparents and all.

A sneaky smile crept across his face. He had an evil plan brewing in his mind, but first, a loophole must be discovered. Maybe they'll fight right there and then, allowing Irep to reach Dev again.

So, all he has to do is... wait.

Wait.

...Until Dev or Peri decide to separate.

It didn't seem like it was going to happen anytime soon. They were happily chatting, smiles on their faces. Hazel offered a spoonful of ice cream to Dev, who grumpily accepted anyway.

...

Finger after finger, impatient tapping fell on the table. Has it always taken this long? Man, it feels like he's wasting his eternal life just... stalking them.

In fact... He's been having this weird emotion for some time. Irep unknowingly goes deeper into a space of his mind. Has defeating Peri always been his goal in life? Well, obviously. He won't ever deny that. But is that all there is?

Anti-fairies are despised as villains, bringing bad luck and destruction, yet still, there is a delicate balance. Something, something... Ugh... It's such a hassle to think about. Maybe all the time he spent stalking and brooding alone finally got to him.

Still, isn't there anything else he can do?

Hazel and Dev eventually stood up and began to leave the parlor. It was time for Irep to follow them again, as usual.

The anti-fairy stood up and trailed behind them, his hands shoved into his pockets. Huffing, he couldn't push back the restless thoughts.

"Shoot—!"

Someone suddenly bumped into Irep, but with his quick reflexes, he caught the person before they fell to the ground.

He stared at you with widened eyes.

"I'm so," you fretted, hastily adjusting your position. With a crooked smile, you sheepishly patted his clothes to straighten them. "Sorry! Thanks for catching me."

Irep didn't know how to talk to a human. He had only ever dealt with them when necessary, and in those times they usually catch him in the worst mood possible.

Perhaps this was one of those times.

"No matter. It's fine, fellow human," he remarked, adjusting his sleeves. By now, his future godkid and Peri were already at the terminal.

"Um, okay... I can buy you ice cream if you'd like," you smiled. "As an apology. Oh, wait, unless you've already bought one!"

"Ah. I don't like sweets. I have to go— Wait, did you say it's your treat?"

[peachjagiya]

How Layover taught me self confidence

Or Why Biasing Kim Taehyung is good for your mental wellbeing

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So I'm not even a year into being into BTS. I'm toddler army, I think since April? This video of the Sirius performance of Butter came up on my tiktok randomly and I Just Wanted To Know Their Names and now I'm here.

I didn't immediately bias Tae. I actually attached immediately to Jimin. I also thought Suga was grumpy and there was something going on between Jimin and JK cos I watched the official content and fell for the narrative 😇 (I wouldn't say I'm a former jikooker though. It lasted like a week then I got weird vibes from it 🤷)

I'm really into jazz and swing so Tae wrecked my bias with Le Jazz De V.

Then it really got serious with Layover. Specifically these pictures:

See this outfit rewired my brain.

Here's the thing: I'm a big girl and I've been uncomfortable in my skin and clothes for a long time. I'm also gay and that comes with a lot of style related baggage too. Don't dress too masculine, everyone will think you're a man-hating lesbian. You're wearing a dress, you don't SEEM gay.

It made me hate my style. Trying to dress to hide my figure but not look too baggy. Trying to be feminine but not too feminine, trying not to wear anything too masc, trying to be stylish, trying a lot of things that never worked for me. I have no gender dysphoria but I never felt happy in my clothes.

Then I saw a literal idol wearing baggy jeans and tee and looking so stylish with it and a switch flipped. Maybe a slender South Korean man isn't where I'd imagine finding inspiration as a British bisexualish plus size lesbian but I suddenly felt like a style was accessible to me. The jewellery, the effortless slouch... I tried it out and it sounds dramatic but it was like a fashion euphoria. I liked how I looked for maybe the first time ever. My tummy hidden but I still looked good and like I'd made an effort.

His queer coding is so important to me too. It doesn't matter to me what he turns out to be. His promotion of queer artists, films and music, genderless expression and demonstrated support for queer community, will always be important in helping me feel seen and valued regardless of whether his participation is as a queer man or as an ally.

And he has made me more accepting of my own neurodivergence. I'm a mum to a six year old. I do the school run and cook and pay my mortgage with my boring communications job and I'm really into BTS. It's a bit of an eyebrow raise for a lot of people. I'm not into diagnosing strangers but Tae's relentless ability to be himself, no matter how weird the rest of the world thinks he is, and being a hugely popular idol when the world tells you you can't be a bit of a free-thinker and successful at the same time... That's important!

So yeah. The other guys have qualities that comfort me too but Taehyung has had a profound impact on things that needed fixing in my brain.

And that's why he's my best guy THE END ask me anything I'll talk about Taehyung for hours.

(I'm sorry I ever thought you were just a grump, Yoongi.)

Are these dungarees/overalls backwards btw?

[oomox-oclock]

There Was A Time:

previous chapters/warnings

6. You Ain’t The First

Second person POV:

That Friday the band had a gig. You did the usual; help the boys tease their hair, this was the only time you could be near Izzy or touch him, you helped Slash with his eyeliner and Axl's eyeshadow. They went on stage you watched them from a secret balcony opposite the stage, where all the lights and other technical controls were. You watched Steven's hair bounce as he played the drums, and it was even more hypnotising with his teased hair. You watched him for the beginning of the gig, it soon trailed over to Axl. You knew it was bad that you had feelings for him, even worse that you kissed him. You're his manager, you couldn't be with him, just like nothing could happen between you and Duff. But my god he is so addictive to look at. His teased hair made him look like a lion, and the way he moved his hips when he sang made all the girls, the boys and yourself go absolutely wild. You did however look away from him when it was Slash's solo. Duff and Izzy were looking at you while he shredded, you didn't notice of course as you were in awe at his talent and his man boobs. Duff was jealous, but he wasn't hateful, he knew Slash was amazing at going nuts on the guitar, he stared too sometimes. Izzy however, no one knew what he was thinking. Murder? Maybe. Toe hair? I don't know. Unicorns shitting glitter? Sure! He was so hard to read, he was a complete mystery.

The rest of the show went well. Axl didn't jump on anyone or even shout at them. When they ended you waited for them in the changing room. All the guys were first in, but Axl was slightly delayed, but soon he stepped over the dressing rooms threshold. "Guys, I have someone that I want you to meet." Axl said with a smile. It was quite unusual to see him this chirpy after a show, he would normally be ranting with the small nit-picky stuff of the not-so-good quality equipment. A stunning girl with long curly hair and the most beautiful blue eyes walked in behind him and then stood next to him. "This is Erin." He spoke. "My girlfriend". Those words hit you like a freight train, your ears started ringing. You felt so betrayed. You felt your heart break under the sheer amount of pain it just felt in that moment. You hated them. No not her. Him. Axl Rose. He played with your heart just like that. Did he think of you like you were some groupie? He couldn't have, your kiss and everything but lust behind it. You had to put. Brave face on to not like you wanted to kill yourself in that moment because, they rest of the band were introducing themselves and you were up next after Izzy. "This is our manager." Axl said as he motioned to you. "Ah! Oh my god you're so pretty! I've heard so much about you!" She said. 'Oh thank god she's a girls girl' You thought in relief.

You guys sat at the booth like normal, this time with Steven and Erin on your sides instead of Axl. Erin was absolutely lovely, you contemplated taking her for yourself and getting back at Axl. Or just taking her for yourself. You we're still heart sore and annoyed at Axl, with every word he spoke your malicious thoughts of getting back at him got worse and worse. Would he even care? He better. "If you weren't in the music business, what would you do?"  Erin asked. You were about to speak but Axl spoke over you. "Some Rocket Science things. That's why we call her our Rocket Queen." He spoke. You coughed a little nearly choking as you remembered one of the stories behind the song Rocket Queen that they haven't even made yet. "That's so cool!" She responded. You smiled at her. "I can speak for myself Axl." You said with malice. "Geez, what's got you so riled up?" he asked as he laughed. You didn't know if he knew what he was doing was getting on your nerves, but he loved doing it. You rolled your eyes. "Stop listening in to our convos babe." She said as she playfully hit him. The pet name hurt you even more, but at least he was getting smacked. "Steven can you sit next to Axl so he can't eavesdrop?" You asked Steven, and he agreed and moved to the other side. You and Erin chatted more, as the guys were talking in their own world, it felt good to have another girl to talk to, you realised just how much more immature boys were. "So... Which one is your favourite?" She asked as she nudged you. "Oh, no no I can't choose," You giggled "Steven definitely. Oh, and maybe Duff as second" You whispered to her. "And the others?" She giggled "Izzy hates me for I don't know what reason. Slash doesn't warn anyone when he's bringing someone over, so I always get to hear the noises he makes." You giggled as you rolled your eyes. "And Axl just getting on my nerves sometimes." You added. "I don't know, I think Izzy has thing for you." She spoke. You stared at her with wide eyes and a 'what the fuck' expression on your face. You nearly burst out laughing. "Seriously! Look, every time he takes a sip of his drink, he looks at you." She whispered. You scoffed lightly at her in disbelief. "Look!" She whisper shouted. Both of you looked at Izzy who sat at the other side of the table. He took his glass, lifted it to his mouth and took a sip, his eyes then glanced to your end of the table. He saw the two of you looking back at him, and he quickly glanced back at the other guys while coughing slightly as he nearly choked on his drink. Your mouth was slightly a gape as you looked back at Erin, and she had the most shit eating grin ever and was about to giggle her ass off just like you were. She snorted then you did, it didn't take long till the two of you were laughing uncontrollably, not being able to breathe soon after. Izzy quickly made his way out of the booth seeing this scene unravel and he went to the bathroom. The rest of the band were looking at you two going mental.

You soon calmed down, but you didn't explain to the rest what happened. Axl looked a little irritated, but you didn't notice as you were having too much fun with Erin. Izzy soon came back also looking irritated but much more than Axl. You two didn't giggle more at him just encase he might go off on you. "But who do you like?" She asked. "Didn't you already ask me this?" You raised an eyebrow. "I mean like. Like, like you know?" She explained. Shit. You couldn't say it. "I can't date any of them. I'm their manager." You told her. "Yeah, but you can still like one of them. It's not illegal." She responded. "Nah, I couldn't." you said. 'Wise words, should have listened to them sooner.' You thought. "Come on! What about the tall one? He's been taking peeks at you too." She said. You blushed a bit, you had an initial crush on him, but you still couldn't pursue it. You looked at Duff who was talking amongst the group, then glanced at Axl who sat next to him. If Axl didn't care about you, then he wouldn't mind you getting closer with Duff. Right?

You all drank some more and talked some more. Izzy starred daggers at you the whole time. You didn't realise as you were talking to Erin and Duff over the table. It was soon time to leave, and you were innocently flirting with Duff as you were walking to the exit. Axl noticed and his intoxicated rage filled eyes glared at the sight of you two, and his anger burned brighter as Duff laid his hand on your shoulder as he sweet talked you and you giggled in response. Erin left to her own apartment as you were halfway home, Axl didn't even seem to acknowledge that. Or even get the slightest bit of excitement when offered going to her place to do some unspeakable business. He just grunted a 'bye' and continued to hang his head with distain as he continued walking. He gets like this when he's off his head drunk, but not when naked women are involved. You got home and everyone went to their respective rooms. You took Duffs hand and leaded him to your shared room, you were drunk and wanted to have fun, and especially get on Axl's nerves. Duff was more than happy to endorse what you were about to do. "Wait. I need to talk to you." Axl said. You rolled your eyes and sighed. You nudged your head at Duff to go to the room. You rested your back on the nearest wall and crossed your arms, as you gave a tired look at Axl. "Mhm?" You started. "What do you think you're getting at?" He accused. "I don't understand." You responded in a sarcastic annoyed tone back at him. "Why are you so angry? You have a girlfriend now. You should be ecstatic!" You waved your hand as you spoke. He huffed slightly, being at a loss for words. "Go on...?" You urged. Nothing. You got up off the wall about to walk to the room. "Just, don't hurt her." You said to him in a lighter serious tone. "Don't go kissing her and then leaving her for another girl the next week." You said as began walking. He did not like that. He started to speak up. "You ain't the fucking first. Just remember that." He shouted down at you. You knew you weren't, but you really wanted to be.

You did get back to the room, tired from the mental drainage that's been this night. Duff was half-way undressed but he was passed out hard on the bed. You sighed in relief as you put the covers over him and tucked yourself into bed next to his.

[604to647]

i remember you mentioned that you like rom-com? what do you think of materialists?

my confession: i watched the trailer for too much times that youtube suggested that i can automatically play it in loop 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Darling! Ok, first of all... RELATABLE 😁😁 Harry Castillo is just AODKFLSKDGHKGKKKKK😫😫. My personal favourite part of the trailer is this ⬇️ (the proper chopstick technique is doing something to me 🫠🫠 Honestly, competency kink activates in the strangest of places sometimes 😂)

Second, so sorry that this has been sitting in my inbox for a minute! Thank you for remembering - yes, I LOVE romcoms!! The truth is... I feel some trepidation that I might not enjoy Materialists as much as I want to 🫣🫣 Here's the thing, OF COURSE P looks panty-dropping good and his character is probably as dreamy as the trailer makes him out to be - I'm going to love him, no doubt. But here's the secret thing... MMCs in romcoms are near inconsequential to me 🫣 When I love a romcom, it's because I fall in love with the FMC 🥹 (super long ramble below the cut)

She doesn't have to be perfect, or even always likeable? She can be selfish or benevolent, make mistakes, be confident and dominant or in the process of finding her voice, she can have her S-together or be a total disaster! Doesn't matter! I'm thinking: Julia Stiles in 10 Things I Hate About You, Kate Hudson in basically any of her vehicles with Matthew McConaughy, Sandra Bullock in The Proposal, Marisa Tomei in Only You, Zoey Deutch in Set It Up, Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman to name a few FMCs I adore.

I love her all kinds of complex, but for me, the "com" part of romcom rests primarily on her shoulders. I want to root for her! Be embarrassed with her! Be willing to slash someone's tires for her! And for that... she's got to be have a certain quality that endears her to me... is it pluckiness? Is it humbleness? I don't know... all I know is that I've been offput about Dakota Johnson's casting since it was announced. I recently watched How to Be Single and I couldn't with her portrayal of the FMC, it really took me out of it (and it wasn't the whole movie - I enjoyed the Leslie Mann storyline a lot as I often do her)... the way Dakota portrays the comedic characters I've seen her play somehow makes me... uneasy? Like, at any moment she's going to break the fourth wall and cuss me out?! I always feel like there's a mean girl lurking beneath the surface, one who's on the in of an inside joke that she thinks I'm too dumb to get? Like an inner condescension just can't help but shine through, despite whatever character she's playing??!

I don't know why I feel that way - she's a very good actress I'm sure, so it's probably something super dumb like the intonation of her voice triggering something in me or my own inability to separate art from the artist 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ but I know I'm going to have a hard time getting into the movie 🫣 I still plan on watching it and supporting Celine Song and Pedro! And of course look forward to all the Harry content 🥰🥰

Does anyone else feel this way about rom coms or Materialist?

Thank you for the ask, dearest! I promise I didn't plan on the long rant 😂😂 Here is some more Harry tax 😘

[chiiyuuvv]

heyy can I request xikers reaction to you being insecure about something in yourself(anything, u name it) thank youu and I love your writing 🤍✨

• PAIRING — xikers x fem!reader

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• AUTHOR'S NOTE — Everything that i have written has been pulled from here so if there was something i didnt name or you'd like to read more about, i highly suggest it :)

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"I'm not going to get into that college"

First and foremost, minjae understands the pressure to get into a certain college in order to please your parents. But you wanna know whats more important? Why do you wanna go? Other than pleasing your parents. After a long talk and cuddle, you should come into a better sense of whether or not college is something you want to do. But either way, you should always believe in yourself! ♡

"I don't have many followers"

Junmin's going to take away your phone. Not because you did something bad, but so you can take a break. Go outside, turn on do not disturb and take a walk with your lovely boyfriend. Its a win-win for you, him, and his dogs. A win-win-win, technically ♡

"I don't have a good fashion sense"

As someone who likes to dress a certain way, sumin knows what its like, but he has a tip; dress for you. When you wear things that make you happy, you often forget about the others around you, and their opinions. It also helps you stand out from the crowd. Wear what you like ♡

"I cant do any better"

Grabbing both of your hands, jinsik will give them a tight squeeze in front of the mirror, making you repeat the same mantras every morning. They may feel silly at first, but over time they help you convince yourself that you are worthy of whatever you desire ♡

"I dont have many friends"

First, hyunwoo will talk about the importance of friends. Friends that help you grow to become the better you and give you a good laugh. Friends that would never judge you for their own benefit. That being said, you need to eliminate the ones that dont actually care for you. Worry less about the quantity, and more about the quality. Who cares if you only have 3 friends? As long as youre happy and growing, thats all that matters ♡

"I'm not pretty enough"

Beauty is subjective. You may be insecure about one thing, but junghoon, 9 times out of 10, finds it really stinking cute. But what he feels doesnt matter, what others think doesnt matter. How you think matters!! So stop worrying about other peoples eyes and work on your inner self. If youre happy.. youre at peace, and if youre at peace, you start to smile. And thats very attractive ♡

"I'm not that smart"

"Why dont you think youre smart?" Seeun would ask, his chin resting against his hand. "Why do you want to be smart?" These questions may be dumb but they have meaning. We all have the ability to learn something. After all, life is about experiencing things and growing from it. It all just takes time, so dont stop believing in yourself, 'kay? ♡

"No one will miss me when im gone"

Although you may feel alone and think no one would care, yujun would care. Yujun would always care. But, stop worrying about the future, you know? Live your life in the present with no regrets. Every moment spent worrying is a moment spent not really living. When you obsess over that type of stuff, you are missing out on whats in front of you. And when you miss that, you wont realize the people who love and support you ♡

"I feel overweight"

Hunter will take you to the gym, but not just so you become 'thin' and everyone will accept you, to focus on being healthy, mentally healthy too. Focus on getting in shape with a well balanced diet and exercise program. Hunter will help! ♡

"People talk behind my back"

"Do you know that for sure??" Yechan would ask, poking his fork in his salad. "Because most of the time, its just an imaginary conversation you have in your head. Stop worrying what other people think and focus on your well being. But what you said is true, expect to see me at your school." He finishes, shooting you an innocent smile ♡

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Friction

Taglist: @hopeisrising @luna2034 @notagreekgal28 @mylittlemermaid221 @justagirlthatlovedtoread @freyagallileaevans @jonahmermaid23 @jonahhauer-kingg

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Ch. 9 | 2.6k words | Angst & fluff

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Vanessa is relentless. It feels like every time Eric turns around, she's there. He tries to avoid her around the palace, even resorting to taking the less known routes. After all, she is still relatively new. She can't know all of them yet. Eric wishes it were the old days when he could just load up for a long voyage with Max and his crew. He'd love an escape from the unwanted attention right about now.

Then there's you. You help him to avoid her the best you can, and he's more grateful than he can convey. Vanessa seems to bother you as much as she bothers him. The fact makes him feel a little better about the situation. It's another common ground between the two of you. That counts for something, right?

He walks in on Vanessa snapping at you one afternoon, and he opens his mouth to reprimand her, but holds his tongue when you immediately snap back. Eric loves the fact that you don't let anyone walk all over you. He supposes you've had to stand up for yourself for most of your adult life. He still doesn't know much of your upbringing, but you'd shared the fact that you'd been orphaned. His heart breaks for you. Dealing with the loss of his father has been enough torment to last a lifetime; he can't imagine losing his mother, too.

You put in a request to help out in the garden once a week. When Lashana conveys this to him, Eric approves it instantly. In fact, he doubles it.

"She can even spend two days a week in the garden if she wants."

Lashana smiles at him. "Okay, I'll let her know."

Eric's curiosity gets the better of him.

"I wonder, does she like being by the water? She said that awful night terror she had was of drowning."

Lashana frowns with a shrug. "She told me no such thing. I have no idea."

Eric's heart skips a beat. You'd confided in him about something you hadn't even told Lashana. He doesn't know why that's such a revelation, but it makes him feel good.

"Maybe you should ask her," Lashana continues.

Eric's eyes shoot to hers again.

"No, I shouldn't."

She crosses her arms, but her expression remains curious. "Why not?"

"I don't want to bring up a painful memory."

Lashana gives him a sympathetic smile, reaching out to place her hand on his shoulder.

"You've always been compassionate and kind, Eric. Please never lose that."

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All you hear about now is Eric. Vanessa talks about him constantly. It makes you want to avoid him. She's given you so much grief for conversing with him in the hallway that day. You're aware that Eric is an objectively handsome prince with many good qualities, but you don't enjoy him being the only topic of conversation. That's why when Lashana's weekly supply run rolls around, you beg her to let you tag along. Luckily, she takes sympathy on you.

The two of you return to the market. You look for Wesley's stall. He might not be the man you'll spend the rest of your life with, but he's not Eric. You could use a change of scenery. When you finally spot the flower bouquets, you catch sight of him. You're struck once again with admiration for his height and rugged look. He's talking to a customer, and you patiently wait for them to leave.

Wesley turns to you with his eyes cast down at first looking at the sheers in his hand.

"What can I do for you?"

When he lifts them, his eyes sparkle with recognition.

"Ah, (Y/N). I was hoping I'd see you again."

He reaches across the counter for your hand, and kisses it gently. He's so effortlessly charming, and you feel the annoying butterflies return to your gut.

"It's good to see you," you respond. "How has business been?"

"Better than ever," he smiles. "In fact, I've earned more than enough this week to take you on a date."

Your breath catches in your throat. Do you really want to go on a date with this man? Your head supplies plenty of reasons to decline his offer, but you'd like to ignore logic for once. Besides, the thought of being pursued by a man as handsome as him thrills you a little.

"Okay," you answer. "I'd like that."

Wesley gives you a pearly smile, and while it's beautiful, you can't help but notice the absence of dimples.

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Two days later, you twist your hair up in a bun, making sure to leave loose tendrils to frame your face. You turn in the mirror for the tenth time, making sure that the small bow at the back of your dress is tied perfectly. You sigh, smoothing your hands over the material. This light blue gown is one of the nicest dresses that you own. You hope Wesley likes it. Your gaze shifts to your neck. Your fingers ghost over the almost completely healed skin there. Thankfully it seems that you won't have any scarring.

Your gaze lifts back to your face. You look at your eyelashes, and the blush on your cheeks. You even put something on your lips. You don't know how you'll react if Wesley tries to kiss you, but what would it hurt? Your (e/c) eyes shift further up, and stare into themselves. You wonder if you always look this sad and pouty. Deciding that you've done enough of an assessment, you turn from the mirror. You grab your coat, and head down the stairs to the courtyard.

You walk to the gate, and softly open one of its doors to let yourself out. You have no reason to sneak around, but you still prefer to be as quiet as possible. You turn from the gate to see Wesley. He smiles, and you can still see his white teeth even though the sun is setting over the horizon.

"(Y/N), you look beautiful," he compliments.

You feel heat creep up your neck. He comes to stand at your side, and holds eye contact with you as he kisses your hand.

"Come now, I've got a lovely evening planned for us."

He folds your arm over his, and guides you down the path leaving the palace. You converse about your days on the walk to town. When you arrive at the familiar marketplace, he takes you down a side street to a local restaurant. The flyers advertise spaghetti, lasagna, and other popular Italian dishes. The two of you settle at a candle lit table, and Wesley pulls out a chair for you. Once you're seated, he helps you remove your coat, and drape it over the back of the cushion. He then sits across from you with a devilish smile.

"I've got you where I want you now," he laughs.

You give a weak chuckle of acknowledgement, letting your eyes drop down to your hands in your lap.

"How lucky am I to have the most beautiful woman at the castle with me tonight?"

You blush with a meek reply.

"I can't say we agree on that."

You nervously pick at your fingers. In the nick of time, your host comes to set waters on the table. Wesley perks up.

"Are the two of you ready to order?"

Wesley nods to you. "The lady can go first."

You lick your lips. "I'd like the spaghetti, please."

The man nods, and looks back to Wesley.

"I'll have the same," Wesley smiles.

The host leaves the table, and an awkward beat of silence passes over you. You aren't sure what to talk to Wesley about. Truthfully, you hardly know each other.

"So, pray tell, what does a lady like you do in her free time?" Wesley fills the silence.

"Oh," you swallow nervously. "Well, I like to read. I draw occasionally, though I'm not as good as I used to be."

"I'm sure your drawings are wonderful," he supplies.

"What about you?" You're quick to change the subject.

"I like to play cards," he shrugs.

"Like gambling?" You don't mean to be so blunt, but you tend to speak without a filter when you're nervous.

Wesley laughs, patting the table. "I occasionally indulge."

"Well, I have no right to judge," you admit. "I haven't ever played cards to know what it's like."

Wesley's lips quirk up in a smile. "I'll have to show you how sometime."

The host comes to the table with your plates then. You don't talk much after that. You do, however, make sure to tuck a napkin into your collar to protect your pretty dress. After you finish your plate, you sit back with a sigh. Wesley looks amused.

"I was going to ask if it was as delicious as you'd hoped, but I'm assuming it was since you finished your plate."

"You finished yours, too," you point out.

He laughs. "Yes. I love the spaghetti here."

After the two of you leave the cafe, Wesley loops your arms again, and takes you toward the beach.

"I was hoping we could walk along the beach. It's beautiful at night."

Your heart thunders in your chest. "Oh, um, that sounds lovely, but can we stay up on the path? I'd like to admire it from here."

Wesley eyes you curiously, but caves to your whim.

"Sure. I only thought a walk on the beach would be romantic."

You give him a tight smile. "It can still be romantic. We can talk about the moon and the stars."

Wesley looks up with a laugh. "What about them? They're always there."

You ignore the urge to huff a breath.

"Yes, but look how beautiful they are. Most people don't even give them a second glance. Do you know any of the constellations?"

Wesley shakes his head. "No, I'm afraid I don't."

You spend the rest of the walk back to the castle telling him the stories you remember from your childhood. Your dad often spoke about the constellations. He was enamored with them. By the time the two of you approach the castle gate, you turn to Wesley nervously.

"Thank you for tonight. I had a great time."

Wesley locks his eyes on yours, and grabs your arms to urge you back against the stone wall to the side of the gate. Your breath hitches in your throat. This is how people look when they're about to kiss someone, right?

"I've wanted to do this all night," Wesley speaks.

Then, suddenly, he's mashing his lips on yours. You aren't exactly sure how to reciprocate, but you try to purse your lips against his as best you can. You expect to feel sparks, or magic - something...anything, really. And yet you feel absolutely nothing with Wesley's mouth pressed over yours. Is he feeling something right now? A few seconds pass, and you blink, waiting for him to pull away. He finally does, and you wipe your lips.

"Tonight was wonderful, (Y/N). I hope you'll come see me again soon in the market. Maybe we can go dancing sometime."

You give him a small smile as Wesley picks your hand up to kiss it again before he leaves. You awkwardly wave, squeezing yourself through the gate as soon as he turns around. The whole walk back to your room, you touch your lips. Still nothing. Absolutely nothing. It saddens you to an extent. Isn't every woman's first kiss supposed to be unforgettable?

You toss and turn in bed that night. You think about the meaningless kiss, and how you wasted it on Wesley. You see images of waves when you fall asleep, but luckily you view them from the beach this time in your dream. The next morning, you're buzzing with the need to tell someone about the lackluster kiss. Vanessa isn't an option since she's not someone you consider a friend. The closest thing to a friend you have here is Lashana. You seek her out, and eventually find her in the kitchen.

"Good morning. Can I ask you something?" You start.

"Of course," Lashana smiles.

You wring your hands in front of you. "Isn't a woman's first kiss supposed to be, I don't know, special?"

Lashana takes on a puzzled expression, and she stops wiping down the counter with the towel in her hand.

"Um, yes, I suppose so. Why do you ask?"

Your eyes cut away from hers. "It's nothing, really. I- I just went on a date last night, and I had my first kiss, and it was... disappointing."

Lashana's eyes are wide when you meet them again.

"Really? Aw, you poor girl. Was it that Wesley?"

You nod.

"Now, he didn't force you into anything, right?" Her hands settle on her hips in a protective posture. It makes you smile.

"No, nothing like that," you shake your head. "It just wasn't...what I thought it would be."

Lashana laughs. "It has to be the right person."

You scrunch your brow, and cross your arms over your chest. "What do you mean?"

Lashana keeps her smile, shaking her head. "If it's not the right person, there won't be any fireworks."

You think for a second. "Well, how do I know if they're the right person?"

Lashana releases a whimsical sigh. She turns her head to stare out the window at the waves. "It's a feeling you get when you're with them. It's impossible to explain, but when you feel it, you'll know."

"Okay." You simply resign yourself to not knowing for now. You still don't fully understand it, but you believe Lashana.

In the hallway, Eric is pressed against the wall with sweat beading on his forehead. He's suddenly much too hot, and he quietly steals away to his room.

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Of all the things Eric expected to feel upon hearing about your first kiss, anger was not one of them. He's not angry about the fact that you kissed Wesley. You're a beautiful young woman who deserves to explore your wants and needs; god knows he certainly does. His anger stems from the fact that the kiss was terrible (maybe he's assuming here), and that it was your first.

Wesley had to know that, right? Sure, Eric doesn't exactly like the guy, but he should at least deliver if he's going to pursue you. You deserve a love filled with passion and desire. You should accept nothing less. The fact that you opened yourself up to Wesley, and he likely didn't give it his all is what Eric finds himself hung up on. Wesley had no problem leaving you completely unsatisfied.

You aren't just another woman to chase for the thrill of the hunt. In fact, there's no other woman like you. In all his years and travels across the globe, Eric has never met someone so witty, brave, compassionate, and kind. He's sure of it. You've experienced more heartache than most in your life, yet you remain a bright light in others'. You wrestle with your own demons every day, but you readily come to the aid of the people around you.

Your joy may not always be directed at him, but there have been moments that it was before. Eric realizes that he's happy to have experienced you like that; he realizes that he feels so light when your smile does shine on him. Somehow, you help carry the weight that drags him down every day. Somehow, your ray of sunshine breaks through the clouds. Eric muses how that's even possible. How have you affected him so much in the few months that you've been here?

He shakes his head. When did his thoughts of you become so personal and intimate? It's inappropriate to think of staff members in this way, but he feels you understand him more than anyone he's ever met. The two of you don't always get along, but maybe with time, Eric can earn your friendship. He realizes that he would give anything to see you smile at him again. He'll do anything to make you happy, and that thought is more than a little disconcerting.

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Oh- OH?? IS IT A REQUEST ABOUT BUFF WOMANS??? my dear unknow,consider yourself kissed. (Yeah,i'm using a photo cuz i had to delete the first one because i made something wrong but luckily i didn't lost what i writed).

☆Tintin headcanon☆

- Buff woman 🙏🏽

Oh dear,this one is quite interesting not gonna lie.

First he would probably be surprised a bit,just a little.

He gave that quick up and down, took in the information and just kept his polite demeanor as always.

Traveling the world,he probably saw a buff woman or two but one close to him was something interesting in a way.

If you end up getting close to him,he would be more than happy to know you better.

If you talked about your workout routine and the amount of weight you lift,the boy would feel genuinely surprised,joking a bit that what he normally does in one adventure is almost a long workout since he's always running,jumping and or punching someone just to get his story.

And when he said it,now was your time to be surprised,even more because his body looked a bit ""petite"" for someone who does all of that (in a fucking daily basis)

One thing that I know probably happened is,when Tintin introduced you to Haddock,at some point,being an old marine like him, he probably wanted an arm wrestle just to see what would happen. You won,but it was a fair game lol.

Now,the dating part is kinda funny.

Do y'all know that couple dynamic “The amazon x the short guy”?

This. This is your dating life.

If you're taller,of course he wouldn't feel ashamed or anything like that,we all know this man,this perfect one that can do no wrong and does not have a fragile masculinity.

Just don't tease him about being short or trying to carry him like a bag of potatoes and we're good.

Only when not in public tho.

Like,having a buff woman is basically accepting the prince/princess treatment. Being held,hugged from behind and having someone to look up to for comfort??

A bit weird at first,but when he discovers the good things of having a buff girlfriend?

Sign he in.

Being used as a weight,like him laying on your back while you do push ups? A bit cynical at first,but when you easily do it,normally it becomes a thing. Like he is reading something while lying on your back or mumbling about this new mystery,it's kinda funny but he doesn't have a problem with it. (Again,as long it's made at home)

Would even go running with you as a way of spending time together, stopping at some park or little place to stay and just enjoy some quality time before going back home.

The cuddles? Being holded like a fragile thing always gives him the best naps he ever had in his life. Adore when you wrap yourself around him like a blanket.

I don't know why,but I feel like when you guys cuddle with you resting on top, hugging his waist and resting your head on his abdomen with a tank top or any clothes that shows your muscles,he would like,trace the definated line of it??

Like,I'm sure he would do it If you had body marks too.

Other girls hitting on him,he find amusing when you tower over him and kinda of send them off. (If you is far he would walk up and be by your side holding your hand)

He would even take you on adventures too,bonus if you learned some type of martial art. What is this? The perfect woman??

Although,if you're the tough exterior and fragile inside,the princess will be you. No questions asked.

He would find it lovely. The way you could be tough to be face to face with someone taller,but ask him to kill a roach out of fear clinging on his arm for protection.

The ✨cutiest✨

Insecure about wearing dresses? You're a queen in his eyes. Worshiped on the spot.

Need motivation? He's your number one fan,rooting for you and helping you out in any way.

Feeling insecure about him leaving you because of your looks? Didn't i said that this man sees you like a Goddess??

Let's not even get on the thighs part because damm he just want to be crushed-

Beside it! This man fell in love with every little inch of you and love being the prince or making you his Goddess, nothing less than this.

It's a Win-win for both of you basically.

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N/A: hey! I said i wasn't dead. So the thing is,i'll probably settle sunday or monday to post fics and request. Maybe one day a week and in between i post some incorrect quotes that pass cross my mind while i write the big fic that i'll post on my AO3. Like i said i already have some things writed so don't worry,i'm still here and writing requests too. (Making bots too cuz i just made a Tintin bot about that "i could be a better boyfriend than him" best decision i've ever made🙏🏽). So yeah,hope you liked! Thank you for reading😘

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Why the Edge?

First off, Hi Tumblr, it's been years. 2nd, I'm gonna go on a bit of a tirade, since the subject won't leave my mind.

When you first hear of terms like "Angsty" or "Edgy" characters, most people immediately think of characters with dark clothes, gruff voices and tough exteriors/outlooks on the world. Things that would mostly be either ignored or not liked as much as, say, kindness or fun in an ideal world. And yet, a lot of edgy characters are often fan favorites in their franchises. Why? I'd like to offer my thoughts using 3 characters from different franchises, and see if my thoughts hold any ground.

TL;DR: Dark characters bring realism to the world, but still push us to move forward. To be better and to hope for a better future. They show that we aren't alone in our struggles, as exaggerated as they may be.

First up is the Ultimate Lifeform himself: Shadow the Hedgehog from Sonic the Hedgehog. Someone who many would argue is one of the poster boys for an edgy character, he ticks pretty much all the boxes possible: Dark design, gruff personality and voice (often being more reserved and deeper with his tone and words), and a story largely covered in tragedy and concepts like manipulation, purpose, and identity, things not seen all that much in the franchise as a whole. And yet, these seemingly (at least in real life) less than attractive traits also help him stand out to rival or even surpass Sonic himself in popularity.

I'd like to think this is for two things he brings to he table: Reality and relatability. When I say reality, I obviously don't mean that Sonic's world is real (as cool as that would be), what I mean is that Shadow helps keep the world grounded. Sonic, Eggman and company can often come across as childish or ignorant with their constant joking, exaggerated performances or the ridiculousness of their actions (and yes, this partially applies to Shadow, but not as much). Sonic, for all intents and purposes, should be a mess with how much he's been through and how much he's had to fight (Frontiers, Forces, and Unleashed are just a few examples), and yet he's just about always got a smile on his face, ready to crack a joke or run headlong into danger or adventure. And Eggman, with his insanity and ambitions, should be almost completely malicious, and yet his behavior can have a performative quality to it at times (just look at his famous Ho-Ho-Ho laugh), when he isn't providing comedy with his mistakes.

Now look at Shadow: Carries heavy trauma from both his time on the Ark and the games he's been in (Being manipulated, lied to, literally having his memories reprogrammed in Adventure 2), but those scars are also visible. Especially in the most recent entry, Shadow Generations, he isn't the what you could call Walk it Off type, ready for a new adventure immediately after the old one; nor is he (generally) performative with his darker parts. He gets straight to the point and won't let anything get in his way (He's known to keep just about any promise/threat he makes), but he also does have legitimate friends in Rouge, Omega, Maria and Gerald, and a (decently) healthy rivalry with Sonic, almost like siblings at times with how they annoy each other. These traits and backgrounds are common in real life; we all need support systems, and we all have great potential and baggage (and if you don't, you either haven't experienced it or are lying); things that stay with us no matter how hard we try to be rid of them. I believe that's part of what makes Shadow a fan favorite in terms of literary purpose: to show that we can still do good and make a difference with who we are even with parts of us that we don't like, or consequences that we didn't ask for. We can still be ourselves, it's all about the choices we make and how we define ourselves.

And what about someone who struggles with making good choices? Not just the darkly heroic choices like Shadow would (killing someone when the rest of the Sonic cast wouldn't), but someone who has consistently done evil things?

Like Shadow, Venom has baggage with them, even outside of whatever host they're currently bonded with. Constantly grappling with identity and their beastial nature, and the consequences of said nature, Venom can be considered an epitome of the character who won't stay down. They've done horrible things, like the brutality of their kills or eating both innocent and guilty beings, but they've also been heroic more and more, especially in the last decade with relationships like Eddie Brock and their son Dylan. They've even largely made amends with Spider-Man, their once most hated enemy.

And yet, despite that progress, the past still weighs heavily on Venom, often reflecting on the harsh nature of its first breakup with Spider-Man or even initially refusing to bond with someone in the recent Venom War storyline (essentially willing to kill itself) so that no one has to suffer those same urges and consequences, especially Dylan; who Venom strives to be better for.

I'd like to think that, while the design and powers are definitely part of why Venom is so beloved, their main staying power has been in their evolution, and the realism and hope that it brings. If a likely ancient alien symbiote can change from monster to hero, then who's to say we can't? It's not easy, and will include multiple ups and downs, but there's always another chance, no matter what comes our way.

Last up is the character with arguably the greatest change of the 3: Kratos, the God (or Dad) of War. What makes him stand out from other characters is the sheer scope of his changes, and what those arcs and changes mean.

As the name implies, if there's one thing Kratos is an utter master of, it's violence. A tame kill from him involves ripping his target in half with his bare hands, or ripping someone's head off like it's a ball being shot from a toy gun. A warrior his whole life, with little to no compassion for most of his centuries of living, Kratos for all intents and purposes, was made both IRL and in-story to be a killing machine, and that's it.

And yet, his humanity, while starting out small, has always been a part of him, one that has only grown larger and more important over time. From no friends to having a both blood and found family, from reveling in violence to seeking peace, Kratos has been to the Underworld and back in terms of the depths of edginess, and yet his future is more hopeful than anyone expected even 10 years ago. And yet he still struggles with hope for said future, even with all the good he's done.

He's raised a good person in Atreus, but still mourns how he killed his first wife and daughter. He's still very gruff and blunt, to the point of being mean to many people he first meets, but those who earn his trust see that he has valuable insight and wisdom about life, and he in turn opens himself up to things like joy, embracing the idea of being a prominent and benevolent god and even laughing at a story when those sorts of things were inconceivable in his early days.

Like the other characters, he isn't a happy go lucky character, not by a longshot, but he never stops trying to be better for his friends and family. And the best part for both him and us is that those efforts have paid off and will continue to pay off, even when you could make the argument that he still has work to do for a 'fully happy ending'.

So what's the point of all this? Why do these themes repeat, and why do we love characters like this? I like to think it's because these characters, and those like them, reflect all of us, not just the parts that we like. They show the dangers of our worst faults, but also the possibilities of our triumphs in working through those faults. We laugh and poke fun at the edginess, but characters like these show us that it's okay for things to not be totally okay. Life isn't sunshine and rainbows (as much as we'd like it to be), but even those of us with burdens can contribute to the world. But it's also up to us to make those better choices.

"Who I was, is not who you will be. We must be better." -Kratos, God of War 2018.

Hope you enjoyed my rambling!