#he’s on some normie status too

[dogwittaablog]

omg i agree he's keeping a public insta because it just looks cooler when 46k ppl are following you i guess. makes you look like hot commodity when you're single. he used to shoot his shot a lot more on insta when he was playing with ig models and stuff by following and liking posts but with very low success rate might i add. makes me think was he delusional thinking an ig model with 500k or millions of followers would go for him over the other more popular athletes and super rich dudes dming her. idk i feel like if one of those stereotypical looking ig models responded to him he would be down to date them if the personalities matched.

The only big influencer I’ve seen give Nolan 1% of attention was that Paige Lorenzo girl. I know she liked 1-2 of his post, vice versa (she initiated first I believe too). Dont think much happened, since I’m pre sure after that small ordeal she started dating a tennis player. Also she’s known to over share and expose her partners at a point too lol.

On the real I just do not think he’s ever made a girl a priority, for whatever of his own personal reason. Cause he definitely is able to get girls, even if they aren’t big influencers, he could still bag someone. He wasn’t even taking girls seriously, even at his “peak”, so that also says something.

Also naturally if any guy/girl you find someone attractive also aligns with you it’s a big bonus, and it makes sense why you’d pursue. Though let’s be real here most influencers majority of the time they’ve got the looks and then the personality goes downhill. Which makes me thinks yes he cares about looks, but if your personality is bland to the point talking to a wall is even more interesting, good luck.

*I swear if dude also took better pictures and cleaned up the feed, he could +1 himself for the wheeling department*

[barblaz-arts]

I've come back to drop some Next Gen Nevermore lore, this time about Sora and Regine's parents 💕

Yukiko Toriyama

Because of my love for parallels, she's a doctor to match the adult characters in the show (Principal - Weems/Bianca; Sheriff - Galpin/Walker). She's a surgeon though, not a therapist like Kinbott, but still a doctor!

Yukiko's around Wednesday and co's age, so she was also in Jericho High when they were in Nevermore. She has a huge respect for Outcasts, thinking that they are very cool. In fact, she thought this one siren girl that she first saw during Outreach Day was especially cool. Soon she will find out that her name is Bianca Barclay and that her classmate Lucas Walker will end up dating her.

She met Sora's father some time after graduating from high school. She fell for his confidence, and was especially impressed that he was an Outcast. Unfortunately she realized too late that he's all talk. When she got pregnant with Sora, his rich parents essentially sent her hush money, which she accepted and used to pay for med school. Sora's grandparents helped raise her while Yukiko finished her studies, so she wasn't as present as she probably should have been during Sora's childhood. She tries her best though, really.

Hugo Schuyler

Sora's father. He came from a rich and reputable family of psychics that specialize in spirits, also known as Herons. Because of his family's reputation, he developed a huge ego and has delusions of grandeur.

He's a glutton for attention, a trait that Sora unfortunately inherited as she also always makes an effort to fit in with "the popular crowd" among her peers. However unlike Sora who is ashamed of her outcast status and prefers to hide her power, Hugo has a superiority complex and overcompensates for his weak psychic abilities by being obnoxiously loud about his outcast status and his family's name.

He ends up starting a YouTube channel as a paranormal investigator after Nevermore. When he finds out he has a daughter, he's quick to head over to Nevermore and rope Sora into his paranormal shenanigans. No, it doesn't end up being a cute father-daughter bonding activity.

He sees both Wednesday and Enid as rivals. Wednesday for her formidable psychic powers (and reputation!), Enid for, well, her more successful YouTube channel(which isn't even hers, it's the Wolf Preserve's). Wednesday does not remember him from their high school days though, and Enid purposely mixes him up with Xavier when addressing him.

Vega hates him because he thinks aliens don't exist.

Erica Gutierrez

(I don't have her design and personality fully conceptualized yet, sorry)

Erica is Eugene's ex-wife and is a famous actress who started out when she was a teenager. She used to be a celebrity crush of Eugene's when he was in Nevermore, and dating and marrying her was a dream come true that sadly didn't last.

Erica makes an effort to see Regine when she can, and she usually has her daughter stay with her throughout the summer. Her fame comes with its own cons, particularly the excessive attention she(and by extension her family) gets hugely contributing to Regine's overly reclusive personality.

Erica had nothing to do with Outcasts before meeting Eugene and is every bit of a Normie. She and Wednesday never liked each other. She gets along well with Enid because she thinks Enid is normal enough when she isn't wolfed out. Enid likes her for getting her Michelle Yeoh's autograph and a video message as a birthday gift once. (Wednesday hates that Eugene's ex wife of all people showed her up that year)

None of the Nevermore student knew Regine's mother was a celebrity until Erica decided to give her daughter a surprise visit during Family Day(coincidentally the same day Hugo goes to meet Sora. It was a long weekend for the girls)

(masterpost for my AUs here)

EDIT: I ALMOST FORGOT!

Partial credit to @whitebeltwriter for coming up with Yukiko's background with me. I no longer remember which parts were my idea and which is hers, but pls know that it was a collaborative effort

[hxney-lemcn]

Best Friend — Idia Shroud x gn! reader

summery: Idia realizes that you might be closer than he thought.

tw: uhhh none I think.

a/n: idk if this is bad, I think I got Idia's personality right. This is kinda more platonic, but could be read as romantic.

wc: 0.6k

Master List

The more Idia got to know you, the more he realized you might’ve been less of a normie than he originally thought. Of course you were nowhere near Idia’s status of loser otaku, but you still surprised him. It started with you complaining about something called vocaloid? Idia hadn’t heard of vocaloid before, but when you explained the concept he realized it was your world's version of synthaloid. That was the first time he started to question his view of you. As you complained about not being able to listen to vocaloid anymore, he introduced you to some synthaloid songs. He watched as your eyes lit up, head bobbing to the songs as you scanned the lyrics. 

He hadn’t heard of normies liking synthaloid, but you were still too extroverted. I mean you had how many friends in how many dorms? Total normie activities. Yet you shocked him once again when you then started complaining about missing this one video game you used to play. Apparently it was really chill but competitive. When you mentioned it was called AFK Journey Idia froze, he played a game with an uncannily similar name. So he introduced you to AFK Adventure, and found his heart jumping as you gushed passionately, comparing all the similarities and differences. AFK Adventure was still growing, and the fact that you played your version only months after it was released…he once again questioned if you really were a normie. 

The final nail in the coffin was when you complained about how exhausted you were. The main reason why he classified you as normie was because you were social, you had friends, you barely had a phone! (That wasn’t your fault, you had no money after all). So when you complained that you were tired from all the socializing, that you found refuge in his room because you felt like you could truly relax by just playing video games…well he was a bit flustered to say the least. You found him comforting? You found his messy, gross room relaxing (Ortho tried his best to clean it before you arrived)? You enjoyed playing video games with him even if he would tend to blow up if someone annoyed him? 

Idia found himself sharing more with you. It seemed like everywhere he looked (online) he’d find something about you to connect it with. You’d really like this anime, it seemed similar to one you described from your world. You liked chill games right? Well there's this mobile digital pet game you’d like, you just have to friend him. Oh, fanart of your fav character…he’d send it to you if he had the courage. He had also set you up with a pc, laptop, and upgraded your phone without a second thought. It was only to encourage you to go on games to give him rewards…totally. 

And not to mention, when you first joined AFK Adventure, Idia kicked out a member from his guild to let you join. His other guild members were highly confused he let in a noob join since it was a whale only guild (don’t worry, you weren’t a noob for long…thank Idia’s credit card). 

One night, when you both were playing a video game together, you had fallen asleep on his bed. The laptop he had given you was still running, but it was pushed to your side. Idia couldn’t help but feel his face heat up, you looked so peaceful in his space. That’s when he realized he wasn’t truly alone anymore, even if he stayed holed up in his room, you managed to wiggle your way to join him. You would rant about nerdy things to him only, a special privilege you hadn’t bestowed to any of your other friends. He had come to a conclusion that somewhat scared him.

Idia Shroud had a close friend, he wasn’t alone anymore.

[whoops-all-jennas]

Past Lives pt 6.

Wednesday x witch!reader

"I've got this strangest feeling."

"This isn't our first time around."

Summary: During Outreach Day, you and Wednesday try to get information on Joseph Crackstone.

Warnings: emetophobia (I will mark the section that has this)

Bag over my head for optimal disorientation, wrists tied tight enough to cut off circulation, and no idea if I'm going to live or die.

They pull the bags off Y/n and I's head with a light blasting into our faces.

"Who dares breach our inner sanctum." It's clearly Bianca putting on a voice.

"You can take the mask off Bianca." I state with disappointment in my voice, looking to Y/n who is still adjusting to the light

Bianca takes off her mask and dims the projector that was blinding us. The rest of the organization does the same revealing some faces I recognize and names I know.

I feel the rope tied around my wrists moving by itself, untying the knot. I hold the rope after to not draw suspicion. "Wait, I preferred you with it on."

Bianca makes a teasing expression with her face until Xavier joins. "How'd you get down here?"

"Rowan showed us." I realized Y/n likes feeling involved, so I try to show her involvement in my words.

I motioned my eyes down towards my left hip. "Left pocket."

Xavier moves first and finds the drawing Rowan gave us in my left pocket.

"We tracked the watermark to the Poe Statue then we solved the riddle."

"Wait, there's a riddle? I thought we just snapped twice?" The boy with a black eye, I assume the one trying to sabotage the Poe Cup says while the rest of the organization groan.

"Well, aren't you the brightest in the bunch?" The boy stares at Wednesday with an annoyed, yet unconfident look.

"The Nightshades are an elite social club, emphasis on elite." Bianca states, refocusing the conversation.

"We have parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny dip." The girl who I know as Enid's friend speaks for the first time.

"And Yoko's an amateur mixologist, She makes a killer virgin mojito. It can get pretty wild." The snakes slither around Ajax's beanie at the thought of this 'killer virgin mojito.'

I was about to tease them until your voice fills the room. "Do you guys have scheduled play dates too?"

It seems I'm rubbing off onto her. "Last I heard the Nightshades had been disbanded." I say, trying to siphon any information I can get.

"Yeah, the group kinda lost its charter thirty years ago after some normie kid died." Xavier states, Yoko barely lets Xavier finish speaking. "But, we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so Weems looks the other way as long as nobody makes any waves."

"Someone like Rowan?" I find myself interjecting, trying to get as much actually important information as possible.

"We booted that loser last semester." Bianca's face was met with a look from Xavier, he clearly didn't like her wording. "Question is, what are we gonna do with them? Only members are allowed in this library."

The members look at each with uncertain looks on their faces for a moment.

"I say we invite them to pledge." Xavier is met with Bianca giving him a bewildered look. "They're both a legacy." Xavier points at a picture of my parents, unsure how he knows about Y/n's parents being past members.

"I'm a legacy?" I look to you, you have a confused look on your face.

"After the crap they pulled at the Poe Cup, there's no way in hell." Bianca speaks over you, not providing an answer. "You wanna talk about waves? She's a tsunami." She points specifically at me.

Does she not see you as a threat?

"Just because we beat you at your own game?" I involve Y/n back into the conversation. "Let me save you trouble, we're not interested in joining."

"Are you seriously turning us down?" Yoko says shocked, as if a secret society that has a bed time would interest me.

"Can you believe it?" I say in a teasing tone, Bianca and Yoko stare at each in shock.

"Untie her." Bianca demands, Xavier starts to move before I interject.

"Y/n untied us 5 minutes ago." I hold the rope in front of me while Y/n just drops it behind her. Bianca looks at you with shock. She clearly underestimates you.

I walk towards the exit with you following. The boy from before blocks the exit.

"Do you want a matching black eye?" I force the rope onto him as he moves out of the way. We walk up the stairs until I stop near the top. "It's amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name."

We continue walking up the steps, leaving the library. "You're really good at that, the quips I mean." Your voice faintly reaches the library, fading away as you both continue to increase the distance.

Wednesday and I are looking at the journal we stole while we stand in the quad, looking at the picture's contrast to the location.

"All students will report for their volunteer jobs at ten a.m. sharp, followed by a community lunch at one." Weems voice fills the quad as the students go quiet.

"As you know, this years Outreach Day culminates in a very special event, the dedication of a new memorial statue in town square. Which will also include performances by Nevermore students."

"How much you want to bet it's going to be a statue of Joseph Crackstone?" I whisper to Wednesday rhetorically.

"Who's Joseph Crackstone?" Wednesday whispers back, curiosity in her monotone voice.

"He's this pilgrim who led a movement to kill all the witches in town, and is the founder of Jericho. There's a reason magic parents don't send their kids to this school." I state, finding Wednesday staring at the picture in the journal before bringing my attention back to Weems speech.

"As representatives of our school, I trust you will all put your best face forward."

Teachers start handing out our volunteer jobs. I receive mine before Wednesday does and open it to discover that I've been assigned to Pilgrim World.

I audibly groan. "I'll be right back, I need to persuade Weems to change mine. I don't want to be volunteering at a place where I'll hear about other witches being burned all day."

I start to approach Weems, who's in the same spot. "Principal Weems, I don't think Pilgrim World is a good idea for me. I don't want to be hearing about witch burnings all day."

"I'm so sorry Y/n, I didn't realize. How inconsiderate of me. We'll have you switch with another student."

Wednesday approaches from behind before grabbing my elbow to drag me away from Weems. "She was just over exaggerating, she'll be volunteering at Pilgrim World."

I turn to Wednesday, asking with my eyes 'What are you doing?!' I find Wednesday's eyes staring at me back. She's giving me this look that she gives me while we investigate, but with a pleading look behind her eyes.

My face goes back to a neutral expression as the plan clicks in my head. "Wednesday's right, I'll be okay at Pilgrim World. I don't want to make it harder for anyone else."

Wednesday starts to drag me away. In the corner of my eye I see Ajax, who has his paper wide open reading 'Uriah's Heap'.

"Wednesday, may I speak to you for a moment before you both head off?" Weems says, stopping us in our tracks. I glance down at Wednesday's volunteer sheet to also find it says 'Uriah's Heap'.'

Before Weems starts talking I hold out my volunteer sheet to Wednesday with my back towards Weems, motioning my eyes to her assignment.

Wednesday immediately understands and switches assignments with me.

I immediately head to Enid who I overheard she also is volunteering at Pilgrim World. "Enid we need to switch assignments. Consider it a I scratch your back you scratch mine situation."

"What'd you get?" Enid asks, curiosity in her voice.

I hold up the volunteer assignment. "Oh this is Wednesday's." Enid immediately makes a face of disgust.

"No thanks Y/n." Enid is about to turn around to leave.

"Ajax will be volunteering there." My words make Enid freeze in place. She quickly turns back around with excitement on her face, jumping to switch assignments.

"Thank you! thank you!" Enid grabs me into a hug, lifting my feet off the ground. She sets me back down with the biggest smile.

"I won't forget this Y/n!" She says before running off.

Wednesday and I approach Pilgrim World as the old timey music fills our ears. "Let's get this over with." I make eye contact with Wednesday before we follow the rest of the group.

I roll my eyes as we pass an old man in a pilgrim costume exclaiming about the times of witch trials.

"Hey Wednesday, wanna grab a hummers group photo?" Eugene states after watching some other students taking a photo.

"I didn't know you were friends with Eugene." I say to Wednesday, met with her turning her head to me before interrupted by a woman in a pilgrim costume.

"Good morrow, my young Nevermore kin. I am Mistress Arlene, a real OC." We're all silent for a moment. "An original colonist."

I run my hand over my face, already annoyed at what this will bring.

"Now prithee, put your cellphones on vibrate and make haste, for you're about to travel back in time to the year of our Lord 1625, to Jericho's first pilgrim settlement."

Arlene turns and starts walking with perfect posture, stopping before an old building.

"Behold, the meeting house. Inside is a collection of artifacts related to Jericho's most beloved and pious founder, Joseph Crackstone."

Wednesday and I turn our heads to each other to meet each other's gaze, as if we're communicating through our eyes.

Wednesday takes a step forward. "I haveth a query." I find myself smiling at her vocabulary.

"Pray, be quick, child." Arlene looks down upon Wednesday due to the height difference.

"In the meeting house, which of Joseph Crackstone's artifacts are on display?" She says, gaving up on speaking in old English.

"It's truly a treasure trove, including original farm tools, tableware, and even the Crackstone's family chamber pot."

"Sounds fascinating, Y/n and I volunteer to work there." She turns around to meet your gaze until Arlene interjects.

"Pray, no. That exhibit is being renovated. Today, thou will all be working at the beating heart of Pilgrim World.

I find Eugene, Wednesday, and I staring at the sign on a building.

"Ye Olde Fudgery?" Eugene says with a hint of excitement.

"More like Ye Olde Diabetes in a box." I find myself smiling at Wednesday's quip.

Arlene stands carrying a basket of pilgrim costumes. "Volunteers, prick up thine ears. Fudge is the lifeblood of our humble community." She pauses for a moment. "And samples equal sales, so grab a uniform and a box and make our forefathers proud."

Wednesday holds up the headgear with her index finger and thumb as if it's carrying a disease. "Are these for muzzling tourists?"

I'm standing outside next to Bianca giving away samples in the costume Arlene gave us. Bianca's pretending I don't exist, but it's not like I want to interact with her anyways.

I see the three bullies approaching Eugene who is on the floor. I preemptively put my tray on the floor and pull out my wand, slowly approaching before the situation unfolds.

-EMETOPHOBIA WARNING-

The three boys force Eugene to stand up. "Check out this greedy little freak."

"Please, I need to get back to the..." Eugene's stomach audibly rumbles. He gags for a moment before throwing up all over one of the boys.

-END OF WARNING-

"Get over here!" The boy grabs Eugene, directing him to a stockade nearby.

I point my wand at the boy. "Tarantallegra."

The boys feet stumble for a moment, soon finding a rhythm as he starts dancing with his feet.

"Dude what are you doing?" Lucas asks, one of his eyebrows raised.

"I'm not meaning to!" The tapping of his feet fill the field.

The other boy looks around and eventually ends his eyes on me with my wand by my side. He starts approaching my rapidly, anger written on his face.

"You filthy little witch!"

I instinctively take a step back before Wednesday suddenly appears. Standing between us. "Howdy Pilgrim."

His face changes from one of anger to fear, taking a step back. He turns around to go back to his friends. "Let's go guys."

They have to guide the dancing guy to where they're going, the dancing jinx still in effect.

"Thanks." I say, Wednesday turning to me before turning back around to go see Eugene.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

We're off to the side, Wednesday wiping at Eugene's clothes before turning to me. I approach with more napkins. "Don't you have a spell for this or something?"

"Not really." I crouch down next to Wednesday, helping her clean off Eugene's clothes.

It is silent for a moment. "Nobody's ever stood up for me before."

"You said Hummers stick together."

"I know this might come as a shock, but I don't really have any other friends besides you and Y/n." Eugene says with vulnerability in his voice.

I expect Wednesday to say something sarcastic, surprised when she's silent for a moment.

"You remind me of my brother, sans the desire to strangle him every waking moment."

Wednesday stands, looking down upon Eugene as he stays sitting. "Now follow me. I need to know more about this Crackstone."

I look to Wednesday, excited that we're finally about to do something besides volunteer work. "We have a meeting house to break into."

We approach the back entrance of the meeting house which is locked shut. Wednesday holds out her hand to Eugene. "Hand me your retainer."

It looks as if Eugene was going to say something in response.

"That won't be necessary." I pull out my wand, pointing it at the lock before making a circular motion with my wrist. "Alohamora." There are sounds of the lock shifting before it becomes unhatched.

"How many spells do you know?" Wednesday states, seemingly dumb founded at the range of magic I know.

I grab the lock before throwing it on the floor. "If you could do magic wouldn't you try to learn everything you can?" I open the door, leaving it open for Wednesday to follow in behind me.

"Keep watch." Wednesday directs to Eugene as she closes the door behind us.

Wednesday takes her backpack off, pouring Thing out of it onto a display case. Wednesday takes a moment and stares at the statue in the center.

"Wednesday check this out." I call to her in front of a painting. "Is that the girl you said you saw in your vision?" I point to a girl with blonde hair in two braids.

She approaches the painting, her eyes going wide. "She's also holding the same book."

I turn to investigate more, seeing a black book in a display case. "Like this black book?"

Wednesday quickly approaches the display case, staring at the book. I point at the book. "Codex Umbrarüm, that's latin for-"

"Book of shadows." You both say simultaneously before Wednesday opens the display case, opening the book to find blank pages.

"Great, it's a fake." Wednesday closes the book looking at the back of the cover to find an Etsy sticker on the bottom right corner.

"I don't know who Etsy is, but I doubt she was an outcast settler."

I can't help but smile at Wednesday's lack of Internet knowledge.

My smile fades as the sound of the door opening fills the room, Arlene enters dragging Eugene in with her. "Just what the fudge are you two doing in here."

"Mistress Arlene, how now."

"How now, indeed. I proclaimed the meeting house is under repair. I know thoust heard me."

"I told them the door was unlocked and you both were dying to learn more about Crackstone." Eugene says, defending us.

"Yes, and this display case was already open." Wednesday glances towards the case, the book still in her arms.

"The books a replica."

"You don't say." I state sarcastically

Her eyes meet mine with annoyance. "The original was stolen in the early 90s from the Gates family."

"It was probably the only authentic thing you have in here, yet you still charge $29.95 a ticket?"

"Hold thy tongue. I'm reassigning you all, to fudge churning duty." Eugene sighs disappointingly while I give him an apologetic look.

"The original meeting house, the one in the painting, where is it?" Wednesday says, prying for more information.

Arlene sighs, giving up on being in character. "How the hell should I know? I only moved here from Scottsdale in April."

Xavier heads to a table while wearing a weathervane apron. He notices Y/n and I. "I thought you both were supposed to be at Pilgrim World."

We both turned around. "Decided to leave before I lost my sanity." Y/n says with a smile while we approach the counter.

"Oh yeah? You two want a coffee? It's one of the many perks of this wonderful assignment." Xavier says with sarcasm laced in his voice.

"I'm actually here for Tyler." I say, met with Xavier looking at me with a disappointed look.

"I told you he was bad news."

"Y/n did too, but who I speak to is my business" I ring the bell. Shortly after, Tyler shows up from behind us. Before I see Tyler I see Y/n giving Xavier an apologetic look.

"You rang?"

Xavier looks between all of us, shaking his head before walking away.

"You want the usual?" Tyler asks, trying to ignore Y/n

"Something for Y/n as well, and your help." I turn to an empty table unfolding a map. "You know the original pilgrim meeting house, the one from the 1600s? You know if it's still around?"

"What's left is out in Cobham Woods, but it's pretty much a ruin."

"Show us."

Tyler points to a spot on the map. I quickly grab the map and start leaving with Y/n trailing behind me.

"That place is pretty sketchy, want me to help?" Tyler raises his voice so we can hear him before we leave.

"No." I say while opening the door, not even turning back to look at him.

The sound of Y/n and I's footsteps echo among the trees of the forest, the leaves having shades of yellow, red, and orange.

When we both approach the building it's pretty much nothing but ruins of what it use to be, like Tyler told us.

After we enter I put my bag in the ground, Thing leaving the bag a moment later. Thing quickly speaks through hand movements.

"I expected more too." I say, looking down at Thing.

"What are you doing here little girl?" A man with a scruffy white beard and layers of rough clothes says while appearing from one of the corners.

"Use the words 'little' and 'girl' to address me again and I can't guarantee your safety."

"This is my place, get out!" The man shouts towards us both.

"Y/n a hand here." I looks at you with an expecting look on my face before you pull out your wand and point it towards his pants near his feet.

"Ignis Illusio." The pants near his shoes catch on fire, startling the man.

He hops on one foot, patting the fire with his hand to attempt to put the fire out. He makes high pitched groans of panic while running out of the building.

I look towards Y/n with a small mischievous smile. "Ignis Illusio, or fire illusion, is a harmless charm that merely creates the illusion of fire."

The smile fades after knowing it wasn't real.

I immediately start to look around again. "There's nothing here."

"What if you just started touching stuff? see if you can activate a vision or something?" You suggest while also looking around.

"My visions happen spontaneously, I don't believe that would work." Thing starts tapping on the ground to communicate with me.

"I would rather dye my hair pink than ask my mother for advice." I see Y/n holding back a smile.

Thing gestures back to your idea of me touching stuff in hopes of triggering a vision.

"You want me to prove it to you?"

I place my hand on a wooden beam.

"No."

I head towards the wall, placing my hands on the mantle of a fireplace.

"Nothing."

I start to approach an empty Taco Bell bag.

"Wends, I think we get it." You say as I grab the bag, giving you a look for referring to me with a nickname. There is instant regret on your face.

"I bet this one will give us some insight." I hold out the bag in front of me and throw my head back, pretending to have a vision, before dropping the bag to the ground. I walk past you and, like usual, you start following me again.

"My visions are as predictable as shark attacks" I mutter to myself before grabbing the handle to the entrance and proceeding to throw my head back, actually entering a vision this time.

"Wednesday!" You shout before you go to catch me.

My surroundings suddenly change as I stumble to the ground. I hear people chanting phrases like "Burn her!" and "Devil spawn!"

I look to the side and see a crowd of people holding torches, pushing a girl around the center of said crowd.

I go behind a barrel to watch from the shadows.

A pilgrim with a staff walks through the crowd. "Goody Addams!" He shouts, bringing everyone's attention to him, the crowd becoming quiet.

"You have been judged before God and found guilty." I look on in curiosity, trying to remember every detail.

"You are a witch, a sorceress, Lucifer's mistress herself. For your sins, you will burn this night, and suffer the flames of eternal hellfire."

"I am innocent." Goody looks up towards Joseph as she is on the ground. "It is you, Joseph Crackstone, that should be tried."

I look at Joseph Crackstone, now having a real face to name rather than a wax statue.

"We were here before you, living in harmony with nature and the native folk. But you have stolen the land, slaughtered the innocent! you have robbed us of our peaceful spirit!"

Goody, hiding a blade, quietly draws it to her side where no one can see it. "You are the true monster, all of you!"

Goody quickly stands, slashing the knife to Joseph's face, blood trickling down his cheek. The crowd grabs Goody by her arms in shock.

"The Devil ne'er sent such a demon." Joseph exclaims, slapping Goody with the back of his hand, the crowd cheering.

"And I will send you back!" The crowd starts pushing Goody towards the meeting house, Goody struggling to escape their grasp.

"No!" Goody exclaims before she is thrown into the meeting house.

I manage to sneak in before the crowd shuts the doors.

"Elsie!" Goody calls out while running towards a girl, the other girl I saw in my vision, rattling the chains that bind you to floor desperately. Her long white hair tangled to the chains

I can see her face this time and instantly recognize it as you.

"Goody please, listen. This is my time, but it doesn't have to be our last time seeing one and other." Elsie says desperately to Goody, grabbing her attention.

"I need a string, any string please!" Goody, without hesitation, rips at a heam in her dress and rips it into a long string.

"Take my hand, wrap the string around our hands." Goody looks Elsie in the eyes with fear as they're interrupted.

"Set it ablaze!" is heard from outside as the sound of fire is heard and the sight of it on the walls. Goody looks towards where the words were coming from before being brought back by Elsie.

"Hurry please! I can't imagine another life without you!" Elsie cries with desperation. Goody, without hesitation, interlocks her open hand around Elsie's, wrapping the white string around the two.

Elsie closes her eyes and is silent for a moment to focus while Goody looks at her face, unaware to what is happening.

"Haec chorda semper nos alliget." Elsie starts chanting the incantations with fear in her voice, the string is starting to illuminate a red light, brighter and brighter.

"Quantumvis implicitum vel edoctum, rursus se invicem inveniemus." The string is the brightest it's been before it embeds itself into their skin, soon disappearing. Elsie finishes the incantation with a smile and tears falling down her face. "We will meet again I promise Goody." Elsie says with a painful, yet hopeful smile.

"It may be in a different form, or a different time, but we will meet again."

"I mustn't leave you here still" Goody desperately pulls on the chains on Elsie's wrist, she can't imagine life without her either.

"You must, avenge us Goody. You're the only one!" Elsie cries. "Go!"

Goody grabs her face as their lips touch for their final kiss, tears streaming down their faces.

"I love you." Goody says with glossy eyes, pain lacing her voice, before going to the fireplace to hide under a trapdoor.

"I love you too." Elsie says to herself her final words, with the same hopeful smile, waiting for the day they'll again meet.

Wednesday feels like she's moving backwards while staying in place until everything goes black.

I abruptly sit up, waking up to the sound of rain.

I quickly acknowledge you over me with your wand out, casting a barrier above us acting as an umbrella.

"Y/n, I saw them! The people from my visions." I say while looking into your eyes.

There's something new in my eyes that wasn't there before, some sort of softness.

"Her name is Goody Addams, and I believe she's my ancestor from 400 years ago." You look at me with the same softness.

"Was there anything else in the vision?" You ask before you're interrupted by the sound of a footstep from outside the ruins of the meeting house.

I stand up, approaching the wall, with you behind me still providing safety from the rain.

"Must've been the man from earlier." You state, breaking the silence.

The eye of the monster peers through the hole. Pupil unnaturally dilated and filled with bloodlust.

You grab me by the elbow, pulling me back as the monster runs away. "Come on Wednesday we have to go!" You say while grabbing my bag after Thing enters it, handing me my bag with your trembling hand.

We're both running in the rain, mud splashing with every step, covering each other's clothes. I slow down after seeing unnatural foot prints.

You follow me as I follow the prints as they turn into human ones.

"The monster's human."

I say before turning around to you as you go to grab your phone to take pictures as evidence, accidentally dropping it on the ground causing the lens to be covered in mud.

"Shit." You exclaim to yourself, trying to clean it as fast as you can. We both hear footsteps approaching from behind us.

"What the hell are you two doing?" The voice of Xavier cuts through the air.

I quickly turn to him, startled at his sudden appearance. "We were following the monster."

"You saw it? Xavier says with a hint of fear in his voice. "Its here? Do you have a death wish or something?"

You find your way into the conversation. "What are you doing here?"

"I overheard you say you're going to the old meeting house, I guess its lucky I showed up when I did."

"I did learn one thing, the monster is human. We saw the monster footprints turn into human ones." I say after you finish getting the mud off the lens of your phone as you go to take a picture of the footprints.

"Shit." You say interrupting their conversation and they both look towards you, holding your phone sideways. "The footprints are gone."

Xavier scoffs before I look back at him. "I know what I saw." I look disapprovingly at Xavier, he's clearly annoyed about our interaction with Tyler.

"I'm trying to keep an open mind."

"How big of you." You gave me a look at the attitude I'm giving him. It's silent for a moment besides the sound of our footsteps.

"I do think you might be right about Rowan." Xavier breaks the silence.

Y/n and I glance at each for a moment. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I texted him again today. I said maybe we could meet up for spring break and go snowboarding like we did last year. This time he texted right back, said he wouldn't be able to make it."

"But I went camping with you and your family last spring break." Y/n adds. Xavier nods in response.

"Part of me wanted to blame his recent weirdness. I didn't want to think something bad has happened" He says, moving his wet hair out of his face.

"The cover-up is always worse than the crime." I state flatly.

Xavier stops in place, causing both of us to look back at him. I almost step out from under your umbrella.

"I want you to be honest with me. Why'd you two come out to the old meeting house in the first place?"

"I was trying to learn more about Crackstone. Figure out how he's connected to this."

"Yeah, you were trying to use your psychic abilities, right?"

I give him a look of confusion. "What makes you think I have any?"

"Lucky guess, when did they start?"

"About a year ago." I turn to keep moving, causing everyone else to follow.

"When they happen it feels like I'm touching live wire. I usually enjoy the sensation." I see Y/n smiling at my description

"But you can't control it and that freaks you out. I've lived with a self-described master, and the first thing he'll tell you is that visions can't be trusted. You only see a part of the image." Xavier explains while staring at the ground while he walks.

"I saw Joseph Crackstone in front of me as clearly as I'm seeing you now. He gathered all the outcasts into the meeting house and burned them alive." Your face tenses at the mention of burning more outcasts.

"Okay, he was a sadist asshole. So what it-"

I see your mouth agape, anger building in your eyes.

"A sadist asshole? That's it?! People who make those impossible stages on Mario Maker are sadistic assholes, this guy is a monster!" There is raw emotion in your voice.

"Y/n you know I didn't mean it like that-"

"You know witches were a primary focus in these hunts right? They were called 'Witch Burnings' for a reason!" The magic field that was acting as an umbrella was pulsating above Y/n and I. All the topics of witch burning of today has built up inside her till this point, pushing her over the edge.

"Y/n, I-"

"I don't want to hear it right now." You say loudly, your energy quickly depleating from your emotions. You speed up to walk ahead of the group.

I stand in the rain for a moment looking between you two before I follow you, leaving Xavier where he is as he stands there awkwardly. A few raindrops have gotten my clothes and hair wet.

You let out a big sigh, releasing some of the pent up emotion.

"Did you learn anything else from your vision Wends?" You ask with your voice trembling a little bit. It was clear you wanted to move on from what just happened.

I don't give her a look of disapprovement this time to the nickname, and it's not because of the situation. Ever since that vision something happened in the way that I see you, something that is willing me to tolerate your nickname.

I'm silent for a few seconds before glancing at you again. "No, that's all." I don't know how she'll react if I tell her that potentially our souls are connected and that we were lovers in our past lives.

The rain starts to slow down as you both continue walking towards Jericho, your clothes muddy and dirty from the rain.

The ceremony for Crackstone's Statue is soon, which I can't imagine you are excited about after all the events today.

"It is my honor to celebrate our town's history and Jericho's former forefather, Joseph Crackstone. Now he believed with a happy heart, and an open ear, there was nothing our town couldn't achieve." The mayor is speaking into a microphone standing next to Weems in front of the new statue dedicated to Joseph Crackstone.

I'm sitting in the bleachers while Wednesday is forced to sit with the band with her cello. I found myself gripping the loose fabric of my skirt while listening to his speech. All the emotions of today building up.

I feel a gentle hand go over mine. "Hey, are you okay?" I find Enid's eyes looking into mine with concern.

My hands loosen up at the contact. "Yeah I'm okay, thanks for checking in on me."

She gives me a gentle smile before focusing back to the speech.

I zone out again, staring at the statue. Every word the mayor says goes in one ear out the other until I hear music playing.

The music isn't very good, which is also annoying to listen to.

I half way zone back in at the motion of Mayor Walker pressing a button, causing the fountain to activate.

The anger bubbles silently inside me until suddenly,

It's gone.

It's as if all the pent up emotion has evaporated from my body, met with the colors of red and orange centering my vision. The sounds of the band replaced by the muted sounds of screaming and panic. I can faintly hear the sounds of a cello rendition of Vivaldi's Winter.

"Y/n! Y/n! We have to go!" I zone back in to Enid pushing me out of the trance I was in. I witness the statue burning in front of me, seeing the face of the statue melting. I clearly hear Wednesday's cello over the panic vs how muted it sounded before.

Enid pulls me out of the bleachers by my arm. We start running down the street with the rest of the panicked crowd.

Did I do that?

Part 7.

Past Lives Masterlist

a/n: we're finally caught up to the preview guys! There are some differences in here compared to the preview so if you skipped that section in this chapter I'd recommend going back and reading it. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as it fried my brain to write :p

[another-lost-mc]

Player Two LEVIATHAN x gn!Reader 1.7k words | NSFW | Yandere-ish | Developing Relationship Content Warnings: Manipulative and possessive thoughts/behaviour, some suggestive thoughts towards the end. obey me! masterlist

When you arrive in the Devildom and try to get to know him, Leviathan's immediately suspicious of you and even more skeptical of your bold declarations. He has a hard time believing you really like gaming. He assumes you’re just trying to sound like you do to get close to him, for some foolish reason.

He hates to admit how much more interesting you are when you manage to actually convince him that it's a genuine hobby of yours.

When Levi shows you his room, you're amazed and he feels a sense of pride, like his hobbies are validated by someone that understands him. He pretends not to stare at you while you slowly browse the shelves of games and collectibles in his room.

You notice he plays a Devildom MMO game, and you're instantly curious about it. Levi didn’t think you’d be into those types of games - they require a lot of time and effort.

He thinks that maybe, just maybe, you’re not such a boring normie human after all.

You ask him if you can watch him play the game, and you point out similarities and differences when you compare it to the human world MMO you played before.

When you're both called to dinner, it interrupts your conversation about Levi's guild. You tell him funny stories from your previous gaming guild, and he's finally convinced that your interest is legit.

Levi decides to do something nice to help you out - a test to see how serious you really are. He won't give you another chance if you blow this one.

He might happen to have a spare laptop you can use, and he offers to lend it to you. If the game is already installed and ready to play, Levi's just trying to be nice and do the boring installation stuff for you. And if Levi sends you a Recruit-A-Friend invitation to set up your own account, it's because he gets perks from it - he really doesn't care if you play or not.

Levi even goes as far as adding his payment info to your new account to pay the subscription fee. He doesn't have the patience to wait for you to borrow someone else's credit card. "You can pay me back later,” he tells you, even though he has no intention of ever asking for the money back.

You might know how to play an MMO, but he believes he's still got loads to show you about this one. His desk is a bit cramped, and it’s inconvenient dragging the laptop back and forth between your room and his.

He offers to lend you a spare headset - one that’s brand new and still in its packaging from today's Akuzon delivery - so you can use voice comms together, and he can stream his screen to yours while he talks to you directly. Isn't that convenient?

He's already set up a private voice comms server just for the two of you - don't tell his brothers about it though, okay? It's only for the two of you.

When Levi creates a new character to play with yours, he says it's easier than trying to show you things on his maxed-out character.

He chooses to level a tank class to protect your squishy glass cannon character, and he reminds you that he's doing you a favour and saving you from so many unnecessary deaths. If he happens to show off along the way, who could blame him? He's really good at this game, and if you try hard enough, maybe you can be too.

He raids the game's most difficult content with his guild at night. For some reason, he really wants you to watch him play. He doesn't want you to level your character without him, either. (He won't ask you not to, but he secretly hopes you don't.)

You mention that one of his guildmates, someone that doesn't raid, offered to play some low level dungeons with you while Levi's busy. For some reason that upsets him, but he doesn't know why.

Levi's half-focused on his raid while he occasionally checks your character status. He absolutely does not keep track of how long you're in the same dungeon as his guildmate. And he definitely isn't checking whether you're in a separate voice channel together.

By the time his raid is over, you've already sent him a message wishing him good luck and goodnight. He's a bit disappointed that you went to bed so early (even though its well past midnight).

He sees another message from before that, when you told him about a cute pet you found in the game (it's a reward anyone can get from doing a simple quest, it shouldn't be that exciting). You mention offhand that you like collecting pets and you might try to find some more tomorrow.

Levi acts like it's not a big deal when you log in and discover he's sent your character dozens of new pets for your collection. He shrugs and claims he had duplicates that he had no use for. (They weren't, he bought them all specially for you, but he won't admit it.)

By the time you hit max level with your character, Levi's bought you expensive crafted gear and he's planning on getting you the other items you need so you can try raiding with him his guild.

Sometimes he thinks of your character as his own virtual Henry - and spending so much time together means he starts to think about you as his Henry outside the game, too.

What Levi doesn't realize is how genuinely happy you are that he's given you a chance. He was so defensive and secretive about his hobbies, and you hoped having a shared common interest would make it easier for you to make friends in this strange place.

You wanted to prove that unlike his brothers, you understand why gaming and anime gives him so much joy. You don't think it's a waste of time or money, and you can appreciate the hard work he puts into those hobbies even if no one else does.

And you knew he was skeptical of you at first, but things are so much different now. He's not calling you a stupid wannabe human otaku anymore, and he encourages you and helps you like a friend would.

You used to ask Levi if he wanted to play with you - but now, he's asking if you want to play with him, and you know that means he likes you, in his own way.

Sure, it might be weird playing a game with someone in different rooms of the same house, using voice comms to talk to each to each other because it's easier than typing everything. It's definitely easier than having to drag your laptop around, and that's what he tells his brothers when they comment about how weird it is living with two nerds instead of one.

One thing you notice about Levi is that he's more confident behind his screen. He doesn't stutter or get shy the way he does if you try to talk to him in person, but you're socially awkward sometimes too so it doesn't bother you.

The truth is, he notices that you're more talkative over voice comms with him too. You're not afraid to ask him silly noob questions anymore, and he doesn't call you a noob now even if you do.

Levi realizes that there's something very intimate about having your voice in his ear when you're on comms together. It makes him feel things because this is something you only do with him and not with his brothers.

You're friendly with his brothers, sure - but you never sound this happy except when you're spending time with Levi. It's not even limited to gaming anymore - you get excited talking about the new anime series he invites you to watch with him, or the manga you ask to borrow.

When you mention you like to read, he lends you his copies of the TSL novels. If there's other books or movies you want, he buys them for you so you don't have to ask his brothers for anything.

He thinks that he's the only one to see your true, authentic self. He likes you now, and he doesn't want to share.

The first night you join him for a guild raid, Levi notices that you're not nearly as talkative with the larger group of players present. When you do speak, you're so quiet. He hasn't heard you sound this small since you first arrived in the Devildom.

When you're alone again after the guild raid ends, you thank him for inviting you and tell him how much fun it was. You sound more like yourself again, and even though Levi didn't expect you to be so shy around his friends - well, part of him likes keeping this version of you for himself.

He can't help feeling just a bit selfish. He likes the way you laugh openly at his jokes or the way you tease him (or yourself). When you're gaming together, you gasp loudly if something surprises you, or you groan if you do something silly that gets one of you (or both of you) killed. Normally those types of things would annoy him, but with you, it's fun.

Your relationship with Levi changes, and grows, and maybe you underestimate how much of an impact you've had on him. You don't mention when things between you start to shift towards something more than friends, and neither does he.

His brothers know there's something going on between you. You blow off their invitations if it interferes with plans you already have with Levi. They start to make subtle hints and jokes about Levi and you and dating, and Levi scoffs loudly and slams the door when he stalks off to his room.

You're not dating him, you're just friends. Sometimes he thinks about you in ways that aren't strictly platonic, but his denial still runs deep.

So what if Levi starts recording your conversations so he can listen to your voice when he has trouble sleeping? He doesn't feel bad because it's not hurting anyone.

When you play together late at night, your voice is softer, quieter and breathier. Maybe you're just trying to be considerate of everyone in the house trying to sleep, but the reason doesn't matter. It's like you're whispering in his ear and it sends his mind spiraling.

When he gets hard listening to the sound of your voice telling him how amazing he is, or how lucky you are that you met him, it doesn't mean anything.

It's a harmless little secret. You're his friend, his Henry.

You might not realize it, and he might not admit it, but you've lured him in - and he won't let you go.

[sweetbrier2908]

my headcanon about "who fell first who fell harder" (demon bros)

so this is the first version i came up with (btw i did plan to write about 500 words for each headcanon but i gave up after writing mammon's and satan's)

lucifer: they fell first he fell harder

mammon: he fell first and harder

levi: they fell first he fell harder

satan: they fell first and both fell hard

asmo: he fell first and harder

beel: they fell first and both fell hard

belphie: he fell first and harder

and this is what i most agree with after reading a tweet explaining this trope and a long long long chat with myself inside my head:

https://x.com/absolutesilly/status/1648056142403338241?s=46&t=WI8jE12Tt_tbQ_NQiMyKhg

lucifer: they fell first he fell harder (when he realized that he was in love with the human yes the human he had threatened multi times and nearly killed twice, he was surprised and not surprised at the same time, i mean he must have had sensed this for a while but it really shocked him somehow because he did the exact same thing he hoped his brothers wouldn't do - making a pact with a human. they're family, remember? and he also realized that the reason he wanted to sign his life to this human is because he loved them! isn't it a fucking shocking truth to such a pride demon whose sister get killed because loving a human?)

mammon: he fell first and harder (i feel like they're both likely to fall in love at the same time but mc do realize that they're in love with mammon, and one day mammon just like fuck i love them i don't want to lose them *yes, im mentioning lesson 16 incident*)

levi: they fell first he fell harder (i read on tumblr that someone said levi fell face first in the exact hole mammon made when he had fallen, it's so true, it's like the best interpretion of their dynamic, levi just like oh shit im a normie now)

satan: he fell first and they fell harder (yes, from "they fell first and they both fell hard" to this is wild, isn't it but let me explain. i feel like satan did fell first maybe he fell in love with mc the moment mc let him play his detective game *true detective kind of murder case to be precise*, man is the kind to fall in love over simple thing like that, he appreciates kind and small acts. and mc may fell harder not too long after that because they saw the soft and gentle side of satan and boom, isn't him always this soft? isn't him always this pretty? how could i not realize it up til now?)

asmo: they fell first and he fell harder (why? you may ask but im thinking that asmo has an ability to realize and compliment people's charm so maybe he realize mc's charm, mc's good trait and do you guys fall in love with the people who praise you because i do, so this might lead to mc falling first and then after that night before mc leaving asmo was drunk and wasted and suddenly realize that he was not the person he love the most anymore)

beel: he fell first they fell harder (despite being super oblivious sometimes, beel is still a very sensitive and gentle guy. i mean look at the whole forging a pact with beel arc, look at how he treated luke and mc and then the whole making pact scene like omg he was so so so soft and he knew from the start that he loves mc's food and the food taste better with mc and he wants to have meal with mc everyday. and mc may think he treats everyone the same way he treates mc, and then after some point they were starting to try hard to prove that they're the one for beel, without knowing that he had fallen for them)

belphie: he fell first and they fell harder (i just can't imagine mc falling first for belphie, i mean he killed them remember??? still, i think that belphie did fall for them first while being locked in the attic them through their interaction and conversation but he brushed them all off because this was to supposed to be his revenge!!! but after finding mc was lilith's descendant, he embraced all his love for them without hesitation. and then we have mc who slowly realize he's just a spoiled traumatized little brat).

[wakeupthemembersofbylernation]

It is not even that Mlvns are homophobic. I mean, many of the toxic ones are. We’ve all seen them and interacted with them and received hate anons from them. When Noah’s article officially confirming Will’s sexuality dropped during the summer, people were literally tweeting slurs and fantasizing about him being hate-crimed or dying from AIDS. (It’s probably unfair to group Mlvns in with these people, as lots of them weren’t even Mlvns, just bigoted GA members and trolls). But still. It was bleak. There’s a deep darkness within the ST fandom undeniably.

But I’m sure many Mlvns/Byler-antis are the types of people who genuinely have no problem with queer people in real life. When we call them out on their bigotry and homophobia, they get confused and say, “But I have gay friends! How am I homophobic for not liking Byler?” And they mean it 100%. They really do have gay friends. They probably consider themselves allies and yada yada.

The issue is that A) they are deeply heteronormative without realizing it, and B) they simply aren’t the target audience for the show, and as such, they don’t really understand or connect to the themes of the show. The thing is, lots of people, many Milkvans included, are simply normies. Now I love Steve as a character, so this is literally no hate to Steve, but lots of people are Steves. And people who are like Steve: popular, straight, attractive, used to dating the types of people they want, into ‘normal’ interests like sports (not that Steve is hyper into sports, but you know what I mean), likely to go down ‘normal’ paths and live fairly conventional lives like their parents, etc. are simply not the target audience for the show.

Obviously, the show centers on outcasts, nerds, queer characters, characters with disabilities, black characters, etc. Most people recognize this on some level, but they recognize it in more of a general sense like, “Of course the protagonists are nerds/outcasts, just like all the classic 80s teen protagonists. I just love how nostalgic ST is!” And they leave it at that. Because they are normies, they don’t really connect to the themes of the show other than a surface-level, power of friendship sense. They don’t see how Byler is more aligned with the show’s message than Milkvan at this point. They don’t see that the outcast status of most of the characters is more than just a throwaway personality trait… its deeply integral to the point of the show itself and closely connected to the supernatural storyline.

This is because nerd culture is somewhat mainstream now, and lots of “normies” like it too. Star Wars, Marvel, LOTR, Harry Potter, etc. These are all major parts of society and billion dollar franchises, even more so than they were in the 80s. Because of this, people don’t realize that in the context of the world of the show, they wouldn’t have been friends with the Party most likely. It is far more statistically likely that they would’ve rolled with Angela’s friend group or joined Jason’s human hunting squad. Or even if they weren’t outright bullies, it’s far more likely that they would’ve been one of the nameless background characters in Hawkins High, just kind of floating by in a conventionally comfortable existence, entirely oblivious to government lab conspiracies and alternate dimensions. The characters in ST are outcasts in a deeper, existential sense. Society is against them.

And so many people can’t relate, especially to the queer themes. They can’t even see the queer themes. Because the show is not for them. That’s why you see so many baffling takes on the show:

“Will is so whiny all the time, and I don’t like him!”

“Mike was right in the rain fight! S3 is about growing up, and Will was acting like a baby.”

“Tbh I don’t care that much about the Party dynamics. My favorite part of the show is Steve and Dustin being funny together. And my second favorite part is Hopper being a cool action hero.”

“B*lly is overhated! I mean, he’s so hot and misunderstood! He could’ve redeemed himself.”

“I don’t get Byler. It barely seems like Mike and Will are even friends.”

To be clear, it doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy the genre of the show. Being horror/sci-fi, its core fans are a smaller pool of people than, say, fans of The Office or Friends or other popular sitcoms. So the Mlvns who watched it since the beginning probably do have some avant-garde tastes in terms of genre-preferences, since lots of people wouldn’t touch horror with a ten-foot pole. But it does mean they don’t pick up on the themes of the show and the arc of the characters.

(Of course, many newer fans now are just watching it cause it’s popular, regardless of which genres they typically prefer. This opens the show up to lots of people who don’t connect to anything about the show, not just its themes but also its darker content. A lot of newer fans sound like this: “Like, I just love that Mike was in love with El from the day he found her in the woods, and it’s so cute that El is Mike’s superhero, and Eddie is so cool and badass; I wish he could’ve told Chrissy how he felt, and I’m anxiously awaiting S5 to see who Nancy chooses but I hope she chooses Steve… Stancy 4ever!” This is because Stancy is like every other conventionally attractive couple in media).

I’m rambling, but a lot of people are into Milkvan because of their expectations that “pretty boy and pretty girl go together,” and that’s all there is to it. Finn is attractive and Millie is attractive, and they play the protagonists, so of course Mike and El are endgame. Why wouldn’t they be? This is true for the girls who project themselves onto Millie and see Finn/Mike as a dream boyfriend, and it’s true for the guys who project themselves onto Finn and who would want nothing more than to have a cool, superpowered girlfriend.

This is the way of nature. In a normie worldview, there’s no deviation from this path. A lot of fans basically take The Kissing Booth/To All the Boys I Loved Before and slap a sci-fi/horror filter on it, and they think that’s what Stranger Things is. It’s a cool show where kids fight monsters, and there are normal, heterosexual romances like Mlvn to root for, and there’s a badass superhero main character at the center.

Oh, there’s a gay character too? Well, that’s weird. I mean, y’all already have Robin, but whatever. I’m not homophobic! I’m cool with Will being gay… as long as he stays over there. Oh, he’s in love with Mike? Well, that’s even weirder. Why would the writers do that? I suppose that’s fine, as long as it’s just a little crush, and as long as it doesn’t get in the way of “the main storyline” and my OTP. I’m not homophobic, I swear! I have gay friends!

And they do. And they might not actively be against LGBTQ+ people in real life. They may really be telling the truth. But because they are Steves, this is where heteronormativity comes into play and blinds them. Main couples in shows are always straight, so the cool sci-fi, monster show they love must also be. They’re fine with Kevin Kellers, but queer Mike doesn’t fit the box that they allot to gay characters. So Mike must be the straightest character of all time to fight back against “weird delusional Byler theories” that would “come out of nowhere.” It’s not that they’re actively anti-gay; it’s that they are profoundly closed-minded and have a very myopic view of sexuality/storytelling/their favorite characters/their favorite shows. This is very similar to the XO, Kitty situation and people who were upset that Kitty was ‘suddenly’ bi and had a crush on Yuri.

WHAT?! Where did this come from? I thought I was watching a normal rom-com! I was fine with the gay characters on it who were clearly televised from the beginning! But Kitty? No! Kitty’s my self-insert. How can she like girls too? It must be a phase and be “less real” than her male love interests. This isn’t Heartstopper. The same weird energy is present in the ST fandom.

Byler being semi-canon isn’t seen as confirmation of a love triangle; it’s seen as a disruption to the norm and the foregone conclusion that Mike and El will be together forever and get married and have telekinetic children because the show owes that to them for all they’ve been through. “But why is Will inserted into their scenes?” we ask them, begging them to see reason. “Idk, but he should know his place and stop being a homewrecker and go find a new boy to like. Just leave the soulmates alone. Mike has already made clear he’s straight and that Will is nothing more than a friend. He said it in the roller rink!” This is how heteronormativity works.

That’s why Byler endgame will be so important because it will shatter preconceived notions and open people’s eyes to the beautiful tapestry of humanity. And they will see that this powerful, queer, coming-of-age, love story was right there, under their noses, in their “fun sci-fi monster show” this whole time. *Mind Blown*

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What can you do?

u can like and reblog my arts with any tags u want (please indicate my authorship)

I'm friendly for gift arts!

ask me about my Art-status (trade/commissions/collab)

ask me a questions about my ocs or fandom I'm in!!

ask for art request about my ocs or fandom I'm in!

What you don't:

use my art for AI development

giving me any criticism i didn't ask for

blame me for something that was not confirmed

spam in my ASKBOX and PM

appropriate my characters AU and art ideas

advertise or sell me something

asking me for yor/other's own ocs request (I'm taking only commissions/trades with them sorry!!)

asking me for sharing anything, I don’t do that and I won’t do that

DNI: agressive anti-shippers/normies, toxicity/agression, unsolicited criticism, homophobic, transophobic, pedo, zoo, racism, sexism, DollEye/RN/TD fans. (also applies to my art)

thin ice: selfshippers oc x canon, Undertale fandom.

　　　🍒ABOUT ME🍒

my full nickname　DOCTOR KYLE MAXWELL　also this is a full name of my oc sona!

I'm already adult digital artist with medical education

pronounces he/him, INTJ, Demisexual and Panromantic, Single (not interested in new romance for now)

maybe PTSD and OCD (just for prevention)

mostly introvert and kindly person, I love and cute and creepy stuff (as u see my self-sona is really creepy)

my favourite Fandoms: Invader ZIM, OMORI, Sonic The Hedgehog, My Little Pony... and... I'll add later cuz i forgot lol but also I'm little creepypasta fan

my favourite ships: ZADR, Sunflower, Sonadow, TomTord, Soukoku (I'm supporter of "enemies to lovers" and "friends to lovers" dynamics only between characters who have reached the appropriate age canonical or via AU idea)

MY FANDOMS AU's:

• After Florpus | AF (soft ZADF>ZADR, soran_owl is co-author)

• After Florpus prologue | AFP (ZADE, canonical)

• Rose tinted chains | RTC/RC (PILOT ZADR, dark)

• 18+ Dib in Femboys BATTLE | DFB (ZADR/ZDMaGIR?, adult joke AU)

• Wingless Moth | WM (soft ZADF>ZADR, romantic drama)

🌻 @soran-owl - my beloved son 🌻

little friendly for talking but I'm not so active in this cus I had a traumatized experience (but I'm not rude or smth like this don't be scared)

MEET ME AS A CHARACTER:

main actual reference

another one (child version)

Some of the information about my sona as a character DOES NOT COINCIDE with me as a real person don't take it too seriously please.

*if you feeling uncomfortable from my conent or myself please don't follow me and ignore or block in better case I'll treat you with understanding. I don't want and I don't like any conflicts...

anyway u can ask me any question u worried about me and I'll try to answer!

maybe it's all or not all I'll add something later if it will be necessary, thank you for reading i love you and wish you great day!🌸

[tirfpikachu]

tras are often using tma (transmisogyny-affected) and tme (transmisogyny-exempt) in feminist/lgbt discourse. transmisogyny is a specific form of oppression that only those seen as omab/male and gnc, or transitioned, face the blunt of. though thanks to genetics or transition, transmasc people can get conditional transmisogyny if they start passing as omab/male and gnc enough to receive transmisogynistic hate. some transfems stop facing transmisogyny in their day-to-day interactions, like how some transmascs stop facing misogyny in their daily lives once they pass as male.

but the thing is, there is also misogyny-affected people...

and misogyny-exempt people.

as controversial as it is to say, some transfems are actually exempt. you can be transmisogyny-affected, yet misogyny-exempt. or you can be misogyny-affected and of course transmisogyny-exempt.

you only face transmisogyny if you are seen as transfem. as omab/male and transitioned, or "too" gnc. you are either mistaken as transfem and face conditional transmisogyny, or you're transfem and directly affected by all or most aspects of it.

you only face misogyny if you are seen as female/ofab, and because bio/cis men are overwhelmingly opposite-sex/agab attracted, they will do certain bad things only to people they're attracted to. which is why there's a big issue of transfems omitting being transfem until they're naked with someone, and then receive violence for it bc the guy is suddenly in bed with someone he's not attracted to, and often ofc they're already bigoted as well. either way, the transfem in that scenario may have faced bad shit with this dude prior to the sex scene, but that bad shit was while she was seen as female/ofab. it was conditional, because once the transness was revealed, she started instead facing transmisogyny. which isn't a subcategory of misogyny, but very much its own thing, especially with transfems who have mismatched secondary sex characteristics; the bio/cis men can be attracted to some parts but not others, or they are into them but they're obviously fetishizing them and treating them like a kink, as is common in porn unfortunately. either way, transfems can face conditional misogyny, and unconditional transmisogyny.

cis/bio women and transmasc people can sometimes face conditional transmisogyny if they are thought to be transfem, but also face misogyny unconditionally, due to the body type they were born in & their childhood/socialization; even they cannot truly identify or transition outside of their marginalized class. abortions and female/ofab rights will always affect them deeply, and be a threat to their own human rights. if they lived in a different country, having their sex/"agab" revealed could mean being legally owned by male/omab people. so anyone ofab/afab/etc is directly affected by misogyny and face it or are affected by it unconditionally, while transfems are directly affected by transmisogyny no matter their transition status, even if they stop passing as transfems and pass as female/ofab. but they can only face misogyny conditionally, bc once their transfem status is known, it becomes transmisogyny instead of misogyny. transmisogyny is more a related mutation of misogyny. some transfems face misogyny in their regular lives, some face transmisogyny instead, and some face a mix of both depending on circumstances etc. i wish normie tras understood that this is not meant as an insult, it doesn't mean transfems don't face any struggles or harm from the patriarchy. sexism/gncphobia is deeply related to the patriarchy anyways, and even transfems who don't pass as female still often face homophobia & severe gncphobia, at times violent. that isn't easy either. but still a different struggle.

we need to become more comfortable with having a mix of privileges (not facing certain struggles) and disprivileges (facing certain struggles and being uniquely affected by them in a way that even other marginalized people aren't). it's okay to not be oppressed in every single way, on every single axis. it's truly okay. let's accept it.

oppression under the patriarchy is complex. we can accept diverse experiences and make sure everybody gets a voice on issues that directly affect them. tras really need to understand this.

[loweya-blog]

Cinderella (Obey Me Edition) Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

The next morning you had awoken from the ball, back at your home with dreamlike memories of the ball. Had it been real at all? There were no signs of the carriage or dresses, leaving you to believe it was just some wonderful but temporary dream. Work was the same tedious business with the displeasure of dealing with people. By the time you got home, exhaustion took hold and nothing sounded better than a nice warm bath. 

The water was simple since you couldn’t afford fancy bath salts or balms but it was pleasant. Until you felt the water rising above your head. You hadn’t left the faucet on. It felt as though you were sinking in a bottomless pit. Panic rose through your chest as you felt yourself sinking into the water. 

Before you could sink too far, someone grabbed your hand and pulled you out. You gasped for breath… only to realize you were in a garden, stepping out of a pond. When you looked up, there was the man from the first night with dark green hair. 

“I’m glad you could join us,” The handsome man said. 

When you looked down, the water of the pond had morphed into a gorgeous outfit soft as silk, leaving you with dripping shining jewelry and a mask upon your face. The moment you were out of the water, you were dry as a bone. 

“Where-” 

“Today is the second day of the masquerade. Please enjoy yourself.” 

With that interruption, he walked away, abandoning you to your confusion. Glowing warm lanterns and fairy lights hung from the nearby trees as the sound of laughter and chatter reached your ears. Perhaps last night wasn’t some dream after all….

As if on instinct, you go to find Mammon. The feeling of pins and needles spread across your feet and legs, maybe a side effect of that strange spell the butler had? Demons danced upon the water of the lake while others flew through the open gardens in their glittering gowns and finery. Bells and gentle music echoed while you searched for your friend. After hours of searching, he still hadn’t shown. You had a sinking feeling you’d been stood up. 

With a dejected sigh, you retreated to quieter parts of the garden. There was a cute little pond hidden by large orderly bushes and flowers. There was even a statue huddled in the corner with horns and a long black tail. It was as if it was trying to hide. When you stepped forwards, you tripped on a rock and landed on the statue, which was surprisingly soft. 

“EEK!” The statue screeched. 

Apparently not a statue. 

You immediately jumped to your feet and were about to apologize-

“Y-you! T-this isn’t some anime! You can’t be pulling that trope!” The not-a-statue protested with a blushing face. 

Under the gentle glow of the fairy lights you could see a masked demon with an awful mop top haircut and long scaly tail. 

“You like anime?” 

For some reason that was your first question. The demon blushed and barely managed to stutter out a response. 

“Y-yeah? So?! Anime is an important artform! Not that a normie like you would understand…” 

He’d once again retreated to his ball form as if somehow he could shrink enough to become invisible. His eyes lingered on the goldfish swimming around in the small pond. 

“What’s your favorite?” 

“The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl! It’s an anime about a demon who moves to the human world in order to learn more about it. However, in doing so, she loses some of her magical powers and turns into a young girl, only regaining her original form when she returns to the Devildom. And-” 

The rant continued for a long long time and by the time he was done, he had ranted the whole plot of season one.

“-there’s other anime that I like but most of them are in the human world. It’s not fair!” 

“Not fair?” You had to ask. 

“Of course not! Why should all humans get the best anime, mangas and videogames? Sure we have some in the devildom but not on the same level! I wish I could go to the human world and just play them instead of having to search the web for whatever the others were able to get,” The demon whined. 

“Is that why you are here instead of at the party? You don’t want to meet the humans who have access to that stuff?” 

The demon’s eyes widened with realization. It was as if he had entirely forgotten that humans in disguise were at the party. 

“You are the GOAT!” He exclaimed before shrinking back. “But there’s no way a dirty filthy otaku like me could possibly find a human in that crowd, let alone ask them.” 

“Why not treat it like you’re in an anime?” You suggest. 

He blinked in confusion. 

“…you know one of those animes with scandal and nobles and court rivalries?” 

“Oh! Like That Time I was Reincarnated as A Noble Villainess Then Had To Rise To Be Empress!” 

Wow. That was a mouthful of a name. Were they paid by the syllable? 

“But even then….those characters are smart and clever and had a hundred harem characters backing them up. I’m just a useless icky otaku….” 

“I’m no harem character but maybe I could help?” You say, offering him a hand. 

There was a hint of a smile on his face and even more blush. His tail swished from side to side as he cautiously took your hand, as if you’d betray him any moment. 

“I-I’m Leviathan.” He managed to say in a nervous voice as you both went to challenge the party and find those other humans. 

Entirely pretending you weren’t human of course. The both of you managed to make your own fun while at the party, avoiding those overly chatty while scouring the crowds for hints of who might be a human and who might not be. Leviathan used his horribly inaccurate anime information to slim down the possibilities while you just looked for the one other human. Eventually you both came across this Solomon fellow who Leviathan began begging for anime and other otaku resources from the human world. 

After he made his request, the both of you retreated back to your goldfish pond, the designated hideout. He yapped on and on about the human anime and manga he was looking forward to enjoying while you suddenly felt the sense of loneliness fade away. 

“H-hey…. Thanks. For um, for helping me. Maybe…. Maybe we can play a game or two together?” He asked. 

“That sounds nice,” You responded with a smile as the both of you sat next to the quiet pond. 

Then you heard the chiming of the castle clock echoing across the garden. Midnight. Before you had the chance to explain to Leviathan, you felt yourself surrounded by sea foam and bubbles. You reached out to him right before you were whisked back to the human world. 

When you woke up, you were in your bed with a soft robe wrapped around your shoulders with only the memories of goldfish and an otaku demon.

(@spffldlbrnf, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @rxpher, @akiitemo, @8-sinner-8)

[is-the-owl-video-cute]

Even if we knew absolutely NOTHING about Vivziepop and her background/associations, she would STILL be criticized for her awful writing and the way she handles sensitive content in her work. Hazbin Hotel is not a show with something to say, or messages to deliver, it's a show made for people of her ilk to get their rocks off to and chortle at the edgy sex jokes like "oh ho ho, the Normies certainly wouldn't approve of this one!" It's a show that barely cares about its own characters outside of turning them into gooey fanfiction tropes and it's only reached the status it has because the pilot was the first of its kind in a time where online people were desperate for a lick of queer media.

And like, it's incredibly obvious that the original concept of Hazbin was made by a teenager- group of overdesigned tragic-backstory OCs with very little in common shoved together by a loose leaf plot into a group setting, sure, right. That's where most writers start out. But the thing with Vivziepop is that she received that first batch of criticism and dug her damn heels into the floor and said I AM NOT WRONG AND I REFUSE TO CHANGE. So we're here now, what, a decade later? And she's still hanging on to that teenage writing and mentality and is only spurred on by her peers and supporters saying YOU ARE NOT WRONG, DO NOT CHANGE.

Sorry for word vomiting into your inbox but I've been following the situation for a bit now and it's just ridiculous how big the whole thing's gotten.

Honestly the level of disrespect she gives to Angel’s trauma in being tonally inconsistent on whether the audience is supposed to take it seriously or if it’s a joke. The music videos about Angel’s backstory (Addicted, Poison) being made in part by a guy who gleefully expresses thinking it’s sexually satisfying to them and posts about it often on twitter is one nail in the coffin, Angel being totally fine and everyone treating it like a joke after he enters a relationship with Husk is another.

There’s also the obvious issue with the fact many of the named characters in hell are rapists, serial killers, and abusers. This makes the entire concept of the show an issue because the entire plot line is based on taking demons and rehabilitating them to become angels instead. It’s a plot that could work if it focused on people unjustly being sent to hell for being queer or doing drugs or just not being devoted to god or whatever, but there’s a crisp three characters who could be redeemed that were even sent to hell, the other demons who are decent people are native to hell.

She had to make the leader of the angels a massive douche because otherwise the idea of them going to hell and culling some genuinely bad people wouldn’t be that big of a deal really. She wants to have her cake and eat it too, she emphasizes how evil the average inhabitant of hell is to be edgy and then at the same time you’re supposed to feel bad for them and hate the angels for rejecting the idea of a bunch of serial killers and sex criminals becoming angels. It’s one of those things that feels like it should be a metaphor for immigration/refugees but it falls flat when she actually makes many of them bad people rather than just having the angels unjustifiably prejudicial. By making them cartoonishly evil, it doesn’t really make the prejudice seem unjustified.

[blue-cat-ter-flies-blog]

Moar Sukugo!

Just discovered Laufey and while I haven't yet to finish her entire discography- let me tell you, she sounds like she belongs in a fucking speakeasy during the height of the American Prohibition or some intimately lit jazz bar.

Which got me thinking of Sukugo again and now I need some variation of artist!Satoru and crime lord!Sukuna. And not just something that is the JJK cast shoved into some Prohibition era setting (even then, I think Baccano! is the only suitable setting that can match JJK's general crazy).

Meiji Era or Edo-Meiji transitional era Sukugo. Satoru is one of the few/many unintentionally affected by the Westernisation/modernisation of Japan. Sukuna is some sort of crime lord/gang leader/black market dealer that everyone knows not to cross and too powerful to take down. The geisha house Satoru and the rest of his ragtag family lived in was forced to shut down because of a corrupt official and Satoru crossed paths with Sukuna while looking for a way to feed the kids he took with him.

Rich artist Satoru and Yakuza boss Sukuna who meet because Satoru was very interested in preservation of intangible art history and was arguing with some developers for this one family and Sukuna came in with an assist because while he was a Yakuza boss, he was also a man of culture and the family Satoru was defending had a rich history going back to the late Heian era.

Blind musician Satoru and weary criminal Sukuna- who decided to head to more remote/frontier regions for a more peaceful 'retirement' but got caught up in a natural disaster. Satoru's music led him to the former's home and then he wound up being nursed by the former. They were housemates and you all know how that usually ends (in fanfic) 😏.

To expand more on the 3rd since it's grown in my mind- Satoru is a self-exiled noble's bastard son and the only parent he respected and honoured was his mother, whom he got his love of music from. Other than his bastard status, the fact that he was an albino in a extremely superstitious time didn't exactly endear him to anyone but his mother and very few others.

When he was told he was going blind- he took what he could carry, whatever his mother left him after she died, his favorite instrument and left. He ended up at a remote village friendly with some nearby Ainu tribes and some other villages and began teaching reading and writing while he could see before switching to music lessons.

It's something that Satoru openly laments about once he and Sukuna get together- that he couldn't get to see what Sukuna looked like before he went blind.

"But getting to know you like this isn't so bad either. I think I would've fallen in love with you no matter my sight." Satoru would say each time with a bright, cheeky grin as he kept Sukuna within reach and touch. And Sukuna would soften for this ridiculous man each time.

This one could also be canon'verse in a way too, if you're creative enough. Maybe during Sukuna's human years- whenever that is. Maybe early on, or just before, the Heian era? But let's make it interesting.

Sukuna is the elder of them, they always thought he'd go first. Of course, obviously, but only after some more years together. Hopefully many more years together. They never thought it would be Satoru who goes first.

Satoru dies, yes, but not to curses or sorcerors or curse users or even some random Xanatos Gambit plan of Kenjaku (if he's even around at this time. Do we even know how old that fucker is? Barring his general existence at/during the Heian era). A natural disaster is what brought them together, so a natural disaster is what tears them apart. Maybe make it a flood and a landslide to make it poetic :).

Something something, Satoru gets hit by some large, inescapable debris- normie that he is in this life and time- and Sukuna doesn't have or know RCT to help heal him. Satoru's last words, along with that same bright, cheeky grin- bloody as it was now, softened by their inevitable parting- somehow manage to break Sukuna's heart like nothing else ever would.

"I'm sorry. Thank you. I love you."

And then Satoru is gone and some part of Sukuna dies with him. After Satoru's burial, he leaves the little village that they called home to wander the country once more. And, eventually, the King of Curses rises, rampages (but never near that one village), rules and is sealed for centuries until he incarnates in his unknowing nephew one moonlit night.

And meets someone he never thought he'd see again. That deadened part of himself starts living again and Sukuna immediately shelves everything to pursue his Satoru again.

[twstbookclub]

Tickled Pink, But It's a Skill Issue

Summary: Idia is anything but thrilled at the soulmate mark on his wrist. After meeting his soulmate on one sunny day though, he's having second thoughts. POV: 2nd Person Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Cressa 🦋 Tags: Comedy, Slight Angst, Romance, Fluff, Soulmate AU, Minor Swearing, Idia Gamer Speak, The Absolute Cringelord that is Idia Shroud, and Minor Book 6 spoilers

Word Count: 1,218

Idia Shroud stared at the words tattooed on his wrist with a grimace. Throughout his eighteen years of living, it still baffled him that the words he was born with cursed with, more like it were four words that made him want to shrink from embarrassment. Anyone else might have wondered about their soulmate once they saw their mark, but Idia might as well die from cringe.

“Your hair is pretty,” he muttered, shuddering. Really? Idia would rather have anything—anything, really—for a soulmate mark. What kind of soulmate’s first words to him would be about his hair, an untamed trail of flames and emotion? Emotions that made it obvious to anyone that he’s either angry or embarrassed? Emotions bearing impossible dreams, brutally crushed during his childhood? Idia would rather his soulmate curse or insult him for how much of a shut-in he is. If he was going to take the L and spend the rest of his life with this one person, at least make it believable.

Must be a normie hopeless romantic, Idia thought as he tapped and typed on his holographic screens. The type who dreams of a knight who saves them from a dragon for an RPG quest. Just like those prissy, trash-tier snobs at RSA. Just like a cliché romance plot in a B movie.

Idia knew he shouldn’t think of his soulmate like this before even meeting them. People his age already found their soulmates at this point. Couples holding hands in the park, sharing a drink in the restaurant booth, and all of the typical, mushy, lovey-dovey things people in love do. Well, people that aren’t the Shroud family. With how robotic they are, Idia doubts if the Shroud pair ever fell in love. He didn’t care to know about how his parents found each other. Even if he was curious as a kid, his parents never gave him the time of the day. Not when they were too busy to even look at their children who were going to inherit the fate of the Shrouds.

A faint crackle made Idia glance at the lock trailing down his shoulder. The orange tips of his hair shone like the beginning of twilight in his room, which was Idia’s cue to calm down. He huffed, subconsciously typing more aggressively than usual, and willed himself to forget his feelings. The thought of his soulmate always worked him up, or was it his parents?

“Who cares? I need to log in and do my dailies. I don’t want to break my log-in streak just because of this.”

Idia spent another evening in his room with nothing but his games, shoving ridiculous sentiment aside and waiting for Ortho to come back from class.

The next day was supposed to be ordinary, bleak, uneventful. Idia only went outside the comfort of his room to grab the newest video games and manga he ordered. Classes should’ve kept every NRC student busy. He could’ve slipped in and out of daylight without anyone noticing him.

“Your hair is pretty.”

Why is the Ramshackle Prefect here? Better yet, why did the universe give him a soulmate that was always surrounded by drama? Is he the main character of some sick comedy? Are the gods making fun of him at this point?

Idia Shroud, a stuttering coward in the crowd and a callous bastard behind the monitor, wanted to disappear right then and there. The tips of his hair flickered between fiery red and hot pink. His amber irises switched from the Prefect’s eyes, the cobblestone of Main Street, the Lord of the Underworld’s statue, and back to the Prefect’s eyes before he remembered that he shouldn’t be looking at them in the first place.

Maybe Idia should’ve worked on that drone to grab his deliveries for him. Maybe he could’ve avoided this outcome. Then again, if he couldn’t avoid his fate of being stuck as the Watchman, Idia could never run away from this even if he tried to.

He knew your name. Everyone does. You were the infamous magicless student in Night Raven College. You always found yourself in troublesome situations and with the SSR Epic Troublemakers. Riddle Rosehearts? Leona Kingscholar? Azul Ashengrotto? Does he need to list more of them to get the point across?

More importantly, you’re his soulmate. You. His. Idia’s mind was on the verge of a shutdown until he remembered that he should reply to you instead of standing like a spooked cat drenched in the rain.

“What’s a normie like you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be in class with the monster kitty?”

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why was his literal default being an asshole? His soulmate is standing not more than a meter in front of him, and he called them a normie. Brilliant. Can’t he level up his Charm stat just this once? Is he seriously having a skill issue right now?

While Idia was handling an internal battle with himself, you raised a brow. Oh no. He’s done it. Here comes the insult, the slap, the animosity he’s familiar with.

Except, you weren’t all those things.

“Did you just call me a normie?” You laughed, crossing your arms and grinning. The sound echoed in his ears, rattled his mind, and stole his every thought. Suddenly, Idia wanted to hear more of it. Honestly, this entire scenario feels like it was ripped out of a dating sim. This was getting into dangerous territory.

Idia’s hands hovered over his chest as he watched the magicless prefect. His shoulders visibly relaxed, but his fists clenched ‘til his knuckles turned ghostly pale. Well, that’s a first.

You kept going, undeterred by his insult, “It’s none of your business. I just wanted to say your hair’s pretty. Shouldn’t you be in class?”

You… didn’t know him. Idia didn’t know whether he should collapse from relief or cry about how invisible he was to you. Is this what it felt like to be a forgettable side character in a Triple-A game? Since when did it matter what you thought of him? Since when did he decide that you calling his hair pretty wasn’t cringe? Since when did his hair glow bright pink?

“Nevermind. I don’t have time for this.” You shook your head and walked around him. Idia almost grabbed your wrist out of instinct. As if this scene was straight out of a shoujo manga where the main character tries to reach out to her love interest before confessing. His hand shot back to his chest as if he was burned.

Oh great Seven, he’s turning into a walking cliché at the sight of his soulmate.

Idia’s heart jumped into his throat when you looked back at him with a knowing smirk. One that he knows will damn him for the rest of his life just because he wanted to get his video games and manga. Idia wanted to die on the spot at what you told him next.

“Look, you’re hot and all, but seriously? Pro tip: don’t insult your soulmate on sight. Make a better first impression next time, alright?”

Oh.

Oh.

Idia will make damn sure that he finishes that drone before he sees you again. Otherwise, he’ll combust on the spot and the pink flames will be screaming his infatuation for you.

[tensleepkite]

name: Holland May. nickname: Holly, Hollyhock. gender: Gross little ex-boyfriend. romantic orientation: Bisexual. preferred pet names: Prefers his name or nicknames to generic pet names. relationship status: It's complicated.

opinion on true love: Exists, but not on the secular plane. The worldly love he has experienced pales in comparison to the love he has been bathed in via his lifelong relationships with the divine. opinion on love at first sight: Happens to him too frequently for him to not believe in it.

how ‘romantic’ are they?: Holland is a habitual lovebomber and frequently indulges his partners with floral deliveries, home-cooked meals, guitar serenades, sensual touch, and expensive gifts. To an outsider, he seems quite romantic. His actual ideas around romance, however — which involve total enmeshment and the eschewment of any healthful boundary — are decidedly less rosy.

ideal physical traits: Unusual eye colors. Someone with a pulse, but it's not a dealbreaker if you don't. ideal personality traits: Clever, sarcastic, untameable, independent, mean as hell. unattractive physical traits: He'd fuck a catcher's mitt, hasn't really come up against any physical trait he can't stomach. unattractive personality traits: Too-sweet, boring, guilt complex, needy.

ideal date: He takes you to a Michelin star restaurant, preferably one that is densely populated and difficult to get reservations for. At some point in the dinner, after he's already spent a good amount of money on wine and food, you scream a defamatory accusation about him to the other diners and throw your drink in his face before storming out. He spends the rest of the meal marinating in public humiliation and chardonnay before coming home to grovel and atone however you see fit. do they have a type?: Normies who are latent sadists, strong and silent types. average relationship length: A couple of months, but he has a boomerang effect on people where they end up coming back three or four times before quitting him for good. preferred non-sexual intimacy: Massages, sharing meals ( ie. intently watching his partner eat whatever he's cooked ) commitment level: Waxes and wanes. Even when he gives his all to a relationship, he's still only giving about 75% — his relationship with his deity will always take priority. opinion of public affection: Loves to show it and loves to receive it, but more so enjoys public aggression like pushing him into obstacles while you walk together, holding his hand to bash his knuckles against the underside of a table, etc. past relationships?: So many that he's all but completely poisoned his dating pool in LA. Has appeared multiple times on the "Are we dating the same guy?" Facebook page for his area.

[nedconte]

i got tagged by @zaegreus 💕 thank you!!

people I'd like to get to know better

last song/album: i was listening to abba while doing some dishes or something, and according to spotify the last song was knowing me, knowing you (a great song!! also unfortunately kinda relatable for me lately!)

favorite color: green and blue!

sweet, spicy or savory: i can only pick one? i guess it has to be sweet. i love chocolate too much

last tv show: i guess i haven't been watching anything else since my terror rewatches :D

last film: i went to see the zone of interest a week or two ago!

last thing i looked up online: this is a boring one - i often check meanings of words and sayings to make sure i'm using them right 😅 and last night i was reading and had to look up some words again.

relationship status: recently single, which is definitely for the best. however, i'm also finding out that breaking up didn't magically fix the fact that i feel lonely and undesirable and touch starved. i'd have to actually put in some effort and meet new people to change any of that. oof.

current obsession: to the surprise of absolutely none of my followers, it's still the terror and/or the franklin expedition. things are getting so bad that i'm this close to terrorposting on my normie social media (mostly instagram). like, at some point i want to post some of my sketches for my irls to see, and i keep drafting some ig stories, and then i write something like "he's my favorite soup ingredient boy" and go like ookaayy maybe i shouldn't post that

i'm tagging @jurassic-cunt @seresuns @joondemiel @sparrow30 and anyone else who wants to do this! 😇

[josephtrohman]

Do you have any Joetrick recs?

kicking my feet twirling my hair blinking my big wet eyes at you holding u gently in my arms so on and so forth...i Am still working on a real full fics recs page but it's like a bigger job than i expected so idk when i'll be done it ...anyways maybe one day but for now here are my favest faves :^) sorry it's a lot and i kind of said too much BGDJKGBDHJGB, CLEARLY im very passionate (also no matter what i do the formatting keeps getting messed up lmfao sorry.)

combinatorics by heyginger. patrick is in luvvv with joe when joe starts online dating during tour, and basically tension and feelings and etc etc ensue. the first time i read it i was like running around my house and squealing out loud and everything bc it's just that perfect, and it really only gets better upon re-reading bc you pick up on little things you didn't notice the first time! the tension and the misunderstandings are, at times, painful and you really feel everything patrick is going through, but it really keeps you on your toes! i feel like the characterization is perfect in this and i just can't get enough. also this is the fic i read to my partner (if you are a true josephtrohman fan and saw the post HAHAHAH), he really enjoyed it and is interested in me reading more of my favs to him bc of it, so it even has the normie stamp of approval ;)

hedonism by rosiedoesfic. patrick is in a toxic relationship with pete, but patrick and joe begin an affair and it leads to a mess of feelings and fighting and etc etc. it's angsty and it hurts and everything like that but god it's also sooo brilliantly written. rosie has this amazing gift of writing the voices so realistically, including and especially the complexities of joe's inner monologue! i mean not that i know joe’s inner monologue irl obviously but it feels so realistic…this fic a punch in the gut to read, and obviously i prefer when fob are like Friends rather than fighting but this fic is insanely beautiful that i can look past that preference of mine lol. one of the fics i've re-read the most because it's been a fave for a long time. so so so heart-achingly GOOD.

thnks fr th knckers by rosiedoesfic. a pair of panties gets thrown on stage at a show, and the floodgates open essentially, with patrick at the centre of it, grappling with finding it hot and also thinking it's weird basically. because of this internal dilemma, the tension (sorry i don't have a better word it's always tension lol) is like soooo perfect, like patrick fighting it but he can't UGHGHBG. it's a little naughty obviously but with some real plot and this is probably the singular fic i've reread the most throughout my life!!! i'm not even normally into panty kink stuff (not a problem with it, it's just something that's never been like a big turn on for me or anything) but this fic is AMAZING.

above are my three favest faves EVER and i go absolutely nutso for them, as you can tell!! i kind of cycle through the three of those for which one i call my all time favourite depending on my mood <3 if you only are interested in reading some of these, PLEASE PLEASE read the above three!!! i could go on forever and ever about them and just really leave this reclist there at those three, but just cuz i loveeee to talk about fic i'll touch on some others

in general, you really can't go wrong with any of rosie's fics!! i've read literally every single joetrick fic she's ever written and all of them are amazing, seriously very much our joetrick queen (hi rosie if you're reading this <3). some specific highlights for me in her catalogue include fairytale of new york (a really neat holidays fic with a hint of magic, i just re-read it the other day even tho it's july and it's so so so good) and technology (another fic written for the same prompt as combinatorics, all about online dating and catching feelings!! ughhhh amazing). i also would be remiss to NOT mention the world's not waiting which has an almost legendary status in joetrick/fob world, and rightfully so bc it's SOOO good and sweeps you away and then you blink and your whole day was spent just reading this fanfic lol...and it's been on a bit of pause BUT rosie has promised she's planning on resuming when she has time so better get to reading it so you're ready whenever there's the next update anon ;)

heyginger's got some other great ones too but there are only i think like 2 other joetrick fics on heyginger's page (both are shorter but SOOOO GOOD - bdsm and good fortune. since they're shorter i'll let the fics speak for themself!)

ok ok now for a couple outside of just gushing about rosie and heyginger BGDHBGHJDB. im going to keep the descriptions etc to a more minimum cuz im losing steam but. yeah ;)

my heart goes with you by likeasugarcube. prom fic with amazing smut, this is one of the first joetrick fics i remember reading as a teen and i always keep coming back to it!

intensity by likethepaint. perfect lil fic about patrick's temper, or rather, patrick's intensity, and stuff basically, and no further spoilers :) but really good!

there is no natural religion by carleton97. short and a lil smutty, and i'll leave it at that :)

brace yourself and find a safe place by distortedmya. amazing fic about joe coming out as an adult, and it's soooo sweet <3

summer of like by heartofthesunrise. yes it may be the petekey title but it more focusses on j+p with some petekey drama off to the side that ends early on actually if i remember correctly. so dang sweet and the way the writing places you in the ambiance is kind of magical (i first read it in the winter and reading it truly felt like it was summer!)

sorry if this is a lot. i didn't expect to pop off but hi. the way this is me holding back a bit too, im crazy and you all know it GDBHBDHJBGDJBJ. clearly im passionate about this topic and i hope you enjoy my recs!!!!! and dont find me too annoying dear anon hahahahah