#hopefully y'all aren't too disappointed

[hiccstridshipper19]

Tagged twice! Thanks y'all~

I have a confession: I haven't been living up to my url name...it's been a while since I've read multi-chapter Hiccstrid fics, and I can hardly keep track of what I've read due to reading mostly on Tumblr and FFN for Hiccstrid. I also prefer to indulge my Hiccstrid shipping needs by watching video edits, since that's what introduced me to them in the first place. Regardless, I'm still gonna try my best here to answer and hopefully find some renewed Hiccstrid-fanfic-reading energy!

Last Hiccstrid Fic You Read: Thor Help Her by KageOkami-Kogo

Favorite Hiccstrid au (Modern, High School, Spy, College, Hogwarts, etc) and favorite fic in that genre: arranged marriage. Idk the two just kinda seem to fit to me. Or maybe because some of my favorite Hiccstrid fics are written in that au. I also love canon divergent, which pretty much dominates HTTYD fics lol.

Latest Hiccstrid Bookmark on AO3: to go with grace by @urparty

Last 3 Hiccstrid Authors You've Read: @katergator84, KageOkami-Kogo, @p-artsypants

Favorite Hiccstrid Trope (i.e. friends-to-lovers, idiots-to-lovers, rivals-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, strangers-to-lovers, love-at-first-sight, angst . . . the list goes on): childhood best friend to lovers my beloved <3<3<3

Song That Makes You Think of Hiccstrid: since I was introduced to Hiccstrid via YouTube and watched a lot of music video edits that were also my first exposure to those songs, I actually associate a lot of songs with Hiccstrid simply because of the beautiful visuals created to go with the music, and not necessarily due to the lyrics. If I have to pick one two three songs, it'd be Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillips Phillips, I Won't Say I'm In Love from Hercules, and Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows.

Favorite Canonverse Fic: I can't really think of a specific fic and its title at the moment, but I bet a lot of the drabbles or short fics I've read filling in the gaps between their days in RTTE or RoB/DoB would take the spot.

Favorite Canon-Divergence Fic: Inner Struggles by @slavicviking is my ABSOLUTE favorite HTTYD fic, hands down. Need I say more? I'm expecting each and every one of you to know this one, because if not, it's going into the next prompt (could always use MORE RECOGNITION!!)

Hiccstrid Fic That Deserves More Recognition (don't they all): oh hell yeah they do. Go read Inner Struggles^ if you haven't yet.

Favorite Hiccstrid Series: gosh it's been so long since I last read one that I can't quite seem to recall which ones are which, and I'm also ashamed to admit I might not have read enough to give a good answer to this one. Will try to get back into it at some point!

Man this post has really made me realize how much fandom memories I lost to time...most of it due to me browsing the internet in guest mode for too many years. I hope my answers aren't too disappointing. Opening up the floor for anyone who wants to add to the conversation!

11 People's Hiccstrid Preferences You Want to Get to Know Better

Last Hiccstrid Fic You Read: Reconciliation by @heathenvampires

Favorite Hiccstrid au (Modern, High School, Spy, College, Hogwarts, etc) and favorite fic in that genre: I love modern aus the most (as they included high school and college and spies and the like) but it's too hard to choose one favorite. 😅 I guess I would go with @harrypanther's Behind the Mask, @katergator84's Walls We Build, and @triumphantfury's Wrapped in Red although it was painful to choose that over Upside of Heartbreak

Latest Hiccstrid Bookmark on AO3: Gravity by @weepynymph

Last 3 Hiccstrid Authors You've Read: @hiilikedragons or CuriosityRedux, @heathenvampires (HeathenVampires), and

Favorite Hiccstrid Trope (i.e. friends-to-lovers, idiots-to-lovers, rivals-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, strangers-to-lovers, love-at-first-sight, angst . . . the list goes on): uhhh, I love all of these, but I guess I'll go with slowburn, because I like to torture myself? One amazing slowburn-on-high-heat Hiccstrid fics that had me screaming at them to kiss from chapter one was @whathappenedtomyweekend's It's Just A Spark I'm so worried I'm going to read another fic and then go oh shit this one's my new favorite but oh well

Song That Makes You Think of Hiccstrid: 2step by Ed Sheeran. IDK I just think it kinda perfectly protrays how much Hiccup appreciates Astrid's ability to help him out of his dark holes

Favorite Canonverse Fic: Okay so Here's Hoping isn't exactly canonverse but the extraordinary @hiilikedragons apparently has a better grasp on Hiccstrid and their kids than Dreamworks so it's practically canon in my mind

Favorite Canon-Divergence Fic: Persephone by @thatsnicebutimmarried (I don't think I'll ever try to not mention that wonderful genius)

Hiccstrid Fic That Deserves More Recognition (don't they all): The Lady Knight I'm kidding I swear Hiccup in a Flash I'm sorry but I am so obsessed with this fic and it's unfinished but so good and worth it. Also Thor Help Her. I believe I've mentioned this fic before but I don't have any of you messaging me about the steamy hot tension so I'll keep recommending it. One fic that blows my mind each time I read is Do Flight Simmers Dream of Inflight Emergencies? and I guess I'll stop there but there are so many more

Favorite Hiccstrid Series: if not in this world, then in the next by @impracticable-dreamer literally this is a priceless gem and I can never forget it

tagging: @ryupioupiou @triumphantfury @katergator84 @mialicassi @sorushing @per4mancecheck @limesandcoconuts @hiccstridshipper19 @athingofvikings @shipmistress9 and @bi-bi-want-dragon but feel free to participate even if you aren’t tagged!

(yes this is pretty much an excuse to gush over some of my favorite hiccstrid content and endeavor to get more recommendations)

[canvas-the-florist]

let me trust you

Ship: Moceit, Familial Sleepceit

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Abuse, Divorce, running away, food mention, kidnapping, swearing (so much swearing), and tell me if I need to add anything!

Summary: All Ethan (Deceit) wanted to do was be gay but no, plot and angst exist.

Ethan never knew what exactly his father meant when he was told to hide in his room after school when he was seven. He didn’t know why mom was always yelling and the shattering glass. He didn’t understand what had happened when late at night he would find his dad crying in the kitchen with a new bruise, cleaning up the glass. This was normal, right? He had heard from a kid named Jaxon that dads are supposed to be strong and never cry, but Ethan knew that was wrong because his dad cried all the time and was the strongest person he knew. That, he understood.

Eventually, he woke up late at night again to get food, he didn’t usually have dinner because he had to hide the moment he got home from school. This time, his dad lead him outside with two suitcases and their car.

“Why isn’t mom coming?” He had asked, but his dad only gave him a painful smile. After that, his last name changed and he lived in Florida. Ethan didn’t particularly care because he didn’t really like talking to the other kids he knew.

When he reached middle school he understood a little more but had more questions. Why did everything have to be like this? Why did his father have to flinch every time a woman looking similar to Ethan’s mother spoke. Nothing against them, it was okay to be afraid. But, why couldn’t his father be happy? To combat it, Ethan started doing better in school and making friends. Sure, he couldn’t name any of them or care about any of their lives but it seemed to make his dad smile so, who cares?

Ethan Sanders just wanted his dad to be happy. 

-

“Do you want to come to Jared’s party later? There’s gonna be booze!” One of his friends whispered. High school parties honestly sounded so bland and blatantly stupid. Ethan hissed a bit, biting back a groan. Booze, disgusting. It was one of the things that hurt his father and he didn’t want that for him.

“Can’t, I…” He tried to make a good excuse that would leave him out of peer pressure. Ethan looked around for a bit to find something. That’s when he had a plan. “I actually have a date today so.”

The friend scoffed, and Ethan bit his cheek. “Really, you have a date? With that scar on your face? Uh, no offense.”

Well, that was rather rude. Ethan felt his face, the one time he really understood his mom wasn’t a good person. He quickly dropped his hand. “Yes, I do. Besides my devilishly handsome looks, I have quite an amazing personality. In fact… I have that date with Patton Hart.”

Patton Hart was the nicest kid in school, no competition. So, if Ethan asked him out, he’d be unlikely to turn him down. Besides, he was just going to study or hang out with his dad if he actually did say no. It didn’t matter anyway. Before this annoying excuse of a friend could make fun of him once more, Ethan picked up his things and walked over to Patton, who happened to be sitting alone. The two rarely talked but hopefully, this wouldn’t be so bad. 

“May I sit here, dear?” Ethan had no idea how to flirt, just knowing that pet names might work. He tried his best to keep his cool and stopped himself from biting his cheek again.

Patton responded with a nod and a pink dusted face. Ethan raised an eyebrow while sitting down, apparently, this cutie had a thing for nicknames. He made sure to note that as he placed his backpack beside him. Hopefully, he wouldn’t screw this up. “So, sugar, how did you become the most handsome boy in our school?”

He coughed and pushed up his glasses. “I… believe that award goes to you.”

Oh. He was not expecting the flirting to go both ways. Ethan felt his face warm and he shook it off. Love only hurt his father and he can’t allow that to hurt him. He gave a small smile and leaned forward in the conversation. “I didn’t come here to be flattered, though it certainly is a plus, I came here to ask you a question.” Whelp, here it comes.

“Oh?” Patton’s eyebrows furrowed in worry and Ethan felt kinda bad… “I was wondering if you wanna go on a date with me? You don’t have to, I’m going, to be honest, and say that I’m only asking you out because my friends are shit and you’re absolutely adorable.” Wait… What in the fresh cakadoodle-fuck did he just say? Sure, Patton is attractive and a genuinely good person, but adorable? Ethan shut his eyes and attempted to stop himself from slamming his head against the table. He sure is a dumbass.

There is no fucking way anyone would say yes to that sort of proposal. Even if it is Patton. But, he needed to at least pretend he had a date so his friends would be off his back. Even if love wasn’t actually real. 

“Yeah sure.”

Wait, what. That was not expected. Ethan opened his eyes and saw Patton blushing more than he was. Ethan gave a small smile back, scared about how genuine the smile felt. He bit his lip and glanced back at his old table, they seemed to have moved on without him. Good. “So, that ice cream place after school? We can meet up by the flagpole if that works, honey.”

Patton gave a small nod. “Seeya then!”

-

After texting his dad, Ethan leaned against the flagpole with his hands in his pockets. Patton should be there soon. Not like their school campus was that big anyways. He eventually saw Patton running while holding his glasses to his face. Adorable. Ethan let out a sigh. He really did keep thinking that, huh. Whatever. 

“Ready to go?” Patton asked after catching his breath. 

“Yeah, thank you so much for doing this with me, even though we rarely talk.”

Ethan had no idea what he was doing. He did not understand why Patton would say yes or offer to pay for the food. According to his father, they should pay for their own things and that’s that. So, Ethan made sure to ensure that’s what happened. After they sat down Patton awkwardly laughed.

“So, let’s learn more about each other. Simple things, like favorite colors and whether or not you think pizza belongs on pizza.” The blonde licked his ice cream and looked back up at Ethan while he was just glad someone knew how dates worked. “I’ll go first! I like light blues, the other colors are good too but something about blue, and I love pineapple on pizza.”

“Excuse me? Pineapple ruins the sanctity of pizza! How dare you!” Ethan paused before adding, “Also, my favorite color is yellow.”

“Well pardon me for being open for better flavors! Kiddo, you probably haven’t tried it before.” That was true. He hasn’t tried it. His dad hates it with a passion so they never order it. Besides, Ethan had the feeling he wouldn’t be able to ‘appreciate’ pineapple on pizza. Maybe his mom liked it and that’s why his dad never ate it… “Kiddo? It’s okay if you don’t agree with me. Everyone has different taste buds.”

Huh. So this is what it’s like to agree to disagree. Patton must be nice to not fight over things like this. His parents did all the time. “Huh? Yeah, sorry, pumpkin. Must’ve just remembered something.”

Back to pet names and off the focus of his past. Patton blushed once more and checked his phone. His smile and blush faded when he did though. Ethan bit his lip in worry but didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to bother him or anything. It was weird enough that they were going on a date in the first place. He appreciated that Patton didn’t press for details, but he did do something else that was almost as disastrous.

‘He’s holding my hand,’ Ethan suddenly realized. Blood rushed to his face as he took notice of this. Sdfklaadfgksdnrjglksftjk a CUTE BOY IS HOLDING HIS HANDDNDN! “I… you’re too adorable holy shit.”

Patton gave a small chuckle. “You’re adorable too, Ethan. Unfortunately, I have to go and pick up my brothers from their elementary school. I’m following you on Instagram so I’ll be sure to dm you tomorrow!” With slight hesitation, Patton kissed Ethan’s cheek, basically committing manslaughter at the ice cream parlor. 

-

Ethan walked home in a giddy mood and opened the door to find his mother, but not his father. The mood died instantly when he took notice of the gun in her hand. 

“Don’t worry, the man isn’t dead, Elena.” Ethan bit his lip, hand still on the doorknob. He started to twist it when the woman turned to look him in the eyes. “Don’t you fucking dare. Go pack up your room, and your father’s too, you’re not leaving that easily.”

He slowly walked into his room and packed everything he could in the two backpacks he owned. Something told him he wouldn’t be needing his homework for biology.  Ethan stowed everything he could before moving to his dad’s room. He didn’t feel like anything. He didn’t know where his dad is, how his mom found them, why it had to be while he wasn’t home, or that his mom never changed.

But then he stopped… His dad is at work right now right? Ethan checked his phone and realized that he was. He furrowed his eyebrows as he realized he had to make a decision. Picking up his father’s sunglasses and putting them on, Ethan opened his window and ran. He could call his dad later. His safety was important and he knew that. 

Once he got to a populated area, the mall, he pulled out his phone and called his dad.

“Hello, this is Remy Sanders speaking.”

“Dad… my mother is at the house and she has a gun. Please don’t come home.” Ethan pleaded, trying to keep his voice neutral to blend in. “I left unscathed but had to leave all our stuff. Is it time to file a restraining order or?”

His father’s voice shook. They were talking about a woman that abused both of them and left them with permanent scars and memories. He let out a sad sigh saying, “I don’t know how much that will do. Just try to get somewhere safe to stay and we can figure a legal thing out, okay?”

“Okay, I love you, dad.” Ethan whispered.

“I love you too, Ethan.”

Ethan breathed out and started walking around, eventually finding his way to the pet shop they had in the mall. He shrugged and walked in to admire the cats. When he did, however, he saw Patton Hart eyeing a labrador. How convenient. He walked over and crouched down beside him. “Wow, that dog is almost as cute as you.”

“Oh!” Patton yelped, falling over slightly which startled the job. “Hey, Ethan! What’s going on?”

‘My abusive and transphobic mom is back, thanks for asking.’ he thought but instead, he said, “I’m better, now that you’re here. The day was already getting so dull without you, I could hardly bear the thought of leaving you for… two hours. I am much delighted to be in your presence.” To emphasize that he was being melodramatic, Ethan put the back of his hand to his head and fell into Patton’s lap.

Patton giggled. “You’re so silly.” But it stopped as he pulled Ethan up to make eye contact with him. “But... I know you’re lying. You don’t have to tell me what’s going on but you don’t have to pretend you’re being happy all the time. According to my friends, I should stop doing that, so maybe you shouldn’t do that either.”

“Wow, way to ruin my facade,” Ethan grumbled, getting up of the pet store floor and being hoisted up by Patton. “You’re right… There’s something really wrong today. But I’m not telling you until it turns out okay.” He shoved his hands into his hoodie pocket. “I have a favor.”

“Yeah, sure. What’s up?” Patton looks scared. Dating a person for less than a day and already venting about personal things? Nice… 

“Can I stay at your place tonight? My house is… unable to be used for the time being.” Ethan looked down. It sounds inherently wrong but he knew that his dad wanted him to be safe until it’s dealt with. “Not to do anything, I’m just not… Nevermind. I just can’t go home right now.”

Patton blinked. “Yeah, of course. We can’t tell my mom that we’re dating but I do have a king bed so it can be sort of like a sleepover! Sleepovers are so much fun… You can bake and paint nails- do you want to paint your nails with me!! I even have yellow-”

The blond kept ranting about sleepovers while they walked to his car. Ethan silently followed with a smile on his face. Maybe if he didn’t mention his mother it would all be okay. Once they started driving cute positive songs played from Patton’s playlist. Ethan didn’t understand a lot of stuff, his life and situation was a mess, but he understood that at the very least… he cared for Patton and trusts him. Maybe one day it would grow more than that, even if he couldn’t deal with love for the time being.

Taglist:

@save-me-oh-dream-of-mine @god-im-bored @thebluelotus12 @omgsomeonesomewhereonearth @prismturtle @xsugarrushx @somenarrator @lumina-universe @ravenwashere1776 @just-call-me-nemesis

[meenah-chan]

Brothers and a Broken Bone

An OM! GN! MC fanfiction (OM! Brothers & Now-dateables + Luke)

2.42k words

Genre: flangst probably

Trigger Warning: blood, broken bone, violence (probably) Self depreciation? Still, read at your own discretion.

A chaotic family. A fight broke out and then... "Snap!"

They were on the way to the Demon Lord's Castle. Being like their usual selves, seven demons of varying personalities is chaotic.

"I'll definitely kill you Mammon if you're not able to get my platinum Seraphim figurine back!"

"Stop fussin' around already! It's just a figurine—"

"Just a figurine?! That's the last limited edition platinum Seraphim figurine released during the final episode of Seraphim of the End! There are only 5 of it ever produced in the whole three realms!" ...extremely chaotic.

"Shut it, you're so so damn loud."

"Loud?! Then let me rip that useless ears off you!" Whilst just a few blocks away from the castle, the purple demon suddenly transformed and spring towards his scummy brother.

"Stop it already. You're making a scene—" Before Satan could finish his sentence, the book he's holding was hit by Mammon's stray hand and flew, knocking Beelzebub's burger off his hands.

"My... Burger..." Losing concentration he lost grip of Belphegor, who is on his back.

On his fall, Belphegor squash Asmodeus to the ground, who then broke a nail.

"My book..."

"My beautiful nails..."

"Mngh... the hell..."

A burger splattered on the floor. A dented book coated with mayo and ketchup. A broken nail. An interrupted sleep.

... Extremely chaotic indeed.

Simultaneously the demon brothers transformed, ready to join the brawl.

"Stop this, you fools!" A riot is the last thing Lucifer wants a few blocks away from Diavolo's abode. Yet, his words falls on deaf ears, causing a set of horns and wings to sprout from him.

And the eldest joins the battle.

Then there's MC, a mere human. "Hey! No fighting guys!!" ...with no one who want to listen to.

"Don't hurt each other!!" Still nothing.

They move closer and took a deep breath, but this time, they're eager to use a bit of force through their pacts. "CUT IT—Aww." yet before they could, they fail miserably. Knocked by whoever the brother is, MC lost their balance.

They twist to hopefully resist their fall. Still, MC's footing failed and instead fall face first.

Snap!

As if a twig cracks, Leviathan and Mammon's attention was drawn to the unsettling sound. And as if on cue— Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan and Belphegor's eyes followed.

A few feet away from them sits MC, blood profusely dripping off their nose.

MC rose on their feet but in a second, "Ahh..." They glanced on their lower right and lift their arm, as if nothing is bleeding.

Following the human's line of vision, blood suddenly drained from everyone's face. Well, except for the human themself.

"AHHHH!!" A shriek from Mammon and Asmodeus.

"Y/N!?" A shocked yell from Lucifer, Beelzebub and Satan.

"..." And a choked silence from Leviathan and Belphegor.

"...It broke." at the end of their arm limply dangles their forearm from the elbows. MC just looked at it as if nothing's out of place. They then glance to the stiff brothers a few feet away from them. "So, y'all cool down a bit?"

The brothers are anything but cooled down. They are so terrified they couldn't even move on their s spot.

And as if to trigger the demon brothers alot more, they swish their arm a little bit, the dangling forearm swinging like pendulum.

The first one to return to his composure is Lucifer, pulling out a handkerchief to stop the bleeding of Y/N's nose.

Satan followed, removing his blue jacket and sling their right arm around their neck. "I can't find anything hard to support your arm so please make do with this for now... damn, that fucking hardbound book's useless..." He mumbled the last phrase gritting his teeth.

"... Let's head to the Demon Lord's Castle first." Lucifer may looked he is composed outside but inside, he is a total mess. Everytime he loosens the pressure of his hand on their nose, blood will come dripping off with no sign of clotting at all. Just a bit more of ant stimuli and he will certainly be panicking like his brothers.

Noticing it, MC took the handkerchief from Lucifer and hold it in place themself.

Beel on the other hand towers over them and carry them.

"Does it hurt? Am I the one who hit you?" A crying Mammon hovers over them, hesitant of touching a single strand of his human.

"O-Of course it hurts, you idiot! We just broke MC's arms!" Leviathan is also a crying mess, standing beside Mammon.

"Not really. It is throbbing but numb." They reeled their arm once more, alerting everyone.

"DON'T DO THAT!!" They all yelled in sync.

"Hahahahahaha!! Looked at that priceless faces. Are you in a choir?"

"Hey, no fooling around! You're injuries are serious!" Asmodeus snaps.

"What if you worsen it?! You want to lose your arm, huh?!" Belphegor added.

"Why would I listen to any of you?" MC raised an eyebrow.

"Stop being childish and unreasonable. We're just thinking about you."

"Ohoh~? Did I heard it right? Childish and unreasonable? Aren't you describing yourselves awhile ago before injuring me with your bickering?" Condescending laugh. They received an insulting laugh from a mere human, yet no one utter a single word for defense.

Amidst the chaos, three forms appears opposite to their destination. "Hey guys, aren't you going to the Demon Lord's Castle too? What are you doing in the middle of the road?" As Simeon, Luke and Solomon approached the frozen brothers, MC jump off Beel's grasp and went to them.

"MC, what's with that jacket?" Luke held the hem of their shirt with a concerned look.

"It's nothing, just broke my arm. Come on, let's go to Diavolo and leave that matured and reasonable bunch." MC is smiling but the three could hear the spite in their voice.

"Wait—You WHAT?!" The eyes of the three almost bulged out of their skulls in surprise.

"Don't worry, I can't feel it. Let's go before the numbness disappears."

Through Solomon's magic, they manage to stop the bleeding and hold the arm from swinging. The four arrived at the the Demon Lord's Castle safely, leaving the brothers behind.

"MC, what happened?" As soon as he sees their state, Diavolo react fast and guide them to the nearest sofa.

"It was an accident. Is it possible to fix this?" Barbatos entered the room from a door different from what they used. He is carrying with him a first aid. Their guess is either— he left the room as he saw them or, he already predicted this will happen and came prepared. Either way, he didn't questioned them and instead act calm and efficiently as ever. Though when MC look closely, they can see an ever subtle crease between his brows.

Shortly after Barbatos appeared, the seven brothers arrived to the room, silently stayed in the corner.

"Solomon, I believe you have knowledge of healing spells, don't you?" Barbatos asked, wrapping the injured arm carefully yet fast.

"Yes, but it will take a few days to completely heal a torn ligament."

"I also have some speeding-up spells under my sleeves. I think combining it will heal MC's arm by daybreak." After Barbatos patch them up, Luke approach MC, with Simeon a step behind him.

"Are you o–okay? Does it hurt?" Teary-eyed he hold their knee, looking into their eyes.

With their uninjured hand they caress Luke's cheek, wiping the tears off his eyes. "It doesn't hurt at all. I will be alright in no time. A sweet little angel is blessing me after all."

"That's right Luke. Solomon and Barbatos are also forming a spell to return MC's arm to normal."

"Now, listen everyone." Diavolo stood in the middle of the room, calling everyone's attention. "I believe MC and the brothers have something to discuss in private. While Barbatos and Solomon are constructing a spell in the next room, I hope Simeon and Luke to come with me to give them privacy."

"I bet they are the one who caused MC's injuries! I don't want to leave MC alone with them!"

"It'll be okay Luke. They will be careful and won't do it the second time. Am I right, guys?" Simeon spoke calmly to soothe Luke but a hint of distaste still managed to reach the ears of the brothers. "Now come, let's leave them for a while." A reassuring smile from MC to Luke, and a thankful nod from Lucifer, to Diavolo and Simeon are passed before the others left the room.

"MC..." Approaching them, the brothers line up in row a meter away from them, Lucifer speaking in the middle of the line. "We would like to apologize for our... foolishness. Won't you forgive us? We're ready to do anything to earn you again."

"... I'm not really angry with you guys. Just upset and disappointed, with myself. Well, maybe I'm also sad because of you."

"MC..."

"Quarrels are normal with siblings. But it hurts to see you guys on each other's neck, ready to kill each other any moment. I mean, we're family. I should be able to stop you guys from doing something you'll definitely regret later. Yet here I am, a mere weak human who couldn't even do anything about it."

"It was like you guys calling me a family is nothing but a title. That without the pact, I am but a useless design that would crumble at a slight flick. I'm so weak and useless it's so upsetting."

"You're not weak nor useless!!" Mammon yelled.

"Yes I am. Look at this arm that snapped like a flimsy twig." MC slightly raised the arm with broken bone, which is starting to throb in pain. Pain that will definitely cause their tears anytime soon. Yet despite the pain still not surfacing completely, a greater pain within their chest caused tears to fall anyways.

"Look at me MC," Lucifer knelt in front of them, wiping the tears away from their eyes, "You, by any means, are not a weak person."

"Staying by our side after everything that happened, shows that you're a strong person." Satan strokes their head, smiling.

"That's because I really love you all. Because I want to be with you."

"We love you too, MC." Asmodeus also knelt beside Lucifer, taking their hand to his lips for a kiss.

"You're the most precious person to us, MC. We don't want you sad so please smile."

"Y–You know you're the Henry of my life! I vow I won't cause you pain. No–I'll protect you from all the sufferings in this world the best that I can!" Standing behind Lucifer, Leviathan fist-pumped.

"You're the best cuddle partner for me. Get well soon so we can take a nap without any problems." hugged MC from behind, burrying his face on the crook of their neck.

Mammon had enough. "Let go, you pricks! No touching to my human! What if you worsen their injury, huh?!" He especially tried peeling the fifth and seventh born from their intimate touch with MC.

"You're just jealous you couldn't hug them."

"Or kiss their hand." Asmodeus planted another peck onto their palm.

"N–No, of c–course not!" Mammon blushed profusedly while he held his hands over Asmodeus to stop him the third time.

"Pfft—Hahahahahahaha!" Being able to lift the pain off themself and hearing the brothers cheer them up, MC laughed with light heart, also lifting the veil of sadness and guilt from the brothers' chests.

The room was filled with smiles and laugh, fortifying the bonds of the big family they have.

"I'm sorry for interrupting everyone,"

"GWAAAHHHH!!" Leviathan and Mammon screamed in surprise as Barbatos appeared in the room with neither warning nor sound. Not only the purple and whitehead was taken aback. Everyone went stiff for a second except MC who is facing the door directly and saw Barbatos enter.

"The spell is done in the other room. If you may allow me, I would like to take MC."

On the doorway stood Solomon, holding back his laughter from the scene, engraving the comical shocked faces of everyone to the back of his mind.

"You could've knocked before entering you know..." Satan sighed.

"Forgive me for my rudeness, but I would like to bring them as soon a possible." Barbatos slightly bowed with his usual formal smile.

"... I see. Please do." Lucifer held his temple for a second before rising on his feet and giving way to the butler. If he knew, the butler definitely did it intentionally as a payback.

"If you'll excuse me." Barbatos took MC's other hand and in a snap, sling it to his nape, carrying MC in his arms like a princess.

"Oi! Let go! I'll carry them myself!" Mammon yelled at Barbatos' action. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

"Yeah, you might drop MC from being too flustered." Asmodeus agreed, squealing at the thrilling sight before him.

"Beel, you carry MC." Belphegor nudged his twin. "Okay, I will."

"No, I don't think that's possible." Diavolo entered the room, interrupting any more attempt of the demon brothers of taking MC. Simeon is with him, while Luke made a beeline to his baking teacher and MC.

"Now that you settled everything with MC, we will now discuss your punishment for the incident."

"...What?" Belphegor and Satan raised an eyebrow from the Crown Prince's statement.

"Yes. Punishment. I entrusted MC in your care thinking you can protect them. Instead you caused them pain. I'll be lying if I said I'm not disappointed."

Although Lucifer thought of the possibility of punishment but to hear the word disappointed from Diavolo's lips, directed at him, his loyal prospect hits him hard.

"...Yes. I understand, Diavolo."

The stunned faces of the brothers, including Lucifer pulled the last string of composure within Solomon, freeing the dam of his loud laughter. Simeon also chuckled with him.

"Okay, let's start. Barbatos, Solomon, proceed to the other room to tend MC's injuries. Simeon will also help with the discussion."

"As you wish, Young Master." "Okay." Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon replied simultaneously.

"Will do. How about you, Luke?"

"I'll go with MC."

"W–Wait! Can't we just settle this without any punishment? MC did say they're fine already. Right, MC?" Mammon held Barbatos halfway to the exit.

"As much as I want that, I can't really oppose Diavolo's decision. And you did dig what you sow, so... Condolence, I guess?"

"You heard her." Diavolo added.

"B–But, BUT—"

"MAMMOOOON..."

"EEK—!"

And thus, the trial begins.

I dunno why I wrote this seriously 😂🤣 I just thought I want to write a comedy fanfic with all the characters but I just noticed my plot is a bit dark to make this a comedy at all. So I made it a fluffy angst instead sksksksk 😆😆✌️

Also posting A Smear of Blood soon after.

Masterlist

[ransomdemands]

I've been away due to a rather high level of anxiety cause of a work project, so I am about to answer a whole lot of older asks. I wish I could have answered them sooner, hopefully y'all aren't too disappointed.

[itsclydebitches]

Here's a quandary I've suddenly found myself in: where do you stand on writers deleting their own works, fanfiction or otherwise? I've had this happen to me on more than one occasion - I go to look for an old favorite and find it's since been deleted from whatever site I read it on.

On the one hand, I'm inclined to think that, "Sure. The author wrote it, it's their call. I don't own the work - I certainly didn't pay for it. It's their decision, even if it's disappointing."

But at the same time I can't help but consider the alternative - if I believe in death of the author (and I do), that an author's work fundamentally isn't solely theirs once it's been published, posted, etc., then it also seems wrong to have a work deleted. Stories aren't the sole property of their creator, after all.

But then I circle back. D'you think there are different obligations between authors and readers and the works being made in fandom space? I know if I had bought a book and the author decided they wanted it back, I would feel pretty comfortable telling them no, given I'd paid for it and whatnot. But that's a different world from fanfic and fandom space generally.

So. You're insightful Clyde, I'm curious as to what you'll have to say here (and to all y'all thinking about it, don't flame me. I haven't decided where I stand here yet - haven't heard a good nail-in-the-coffin argument for or against yet).

Val are you a mind reader now? I’ve been thinking about this exact conundrum the last few days!

(And yeah, as a general disclaimer: no flaming. Not allowed. Any asks of the sort will be deleted on sight and with great satisfaction.)

Honestly, I’m not sure there is a “nail-in-the-coffin argument” for this, just because—as you lay out—there are really good points for keeping works around and really good points for allowing authors to have control over their work, especially when fanworks have no payment/legal obligations attached. In mainstream entertainment, your stories reflect a collaborative effort (publisher, editor, cover artists, etc.) so even if it were possible to delete the physical books out of everyone’s home and library (and we're ignoring the censorship angle for the moment), that’s no longer solely the author’s call, even if they have done the lion’s share of the creative work. Though fanworks can also, obviously, be collaborative, they’re usually not collaborative in the same way (more “This fic idea came about from discord conversations, a couple tumblr posts, and that one headcanon on reddit”) and they certainly don’t have the same monetary, legal, and professional strings attached. I wrote this fic as a hobby in my free time. Don’t I have the right to delete it like I also have the right to tear apart the blankets I knit?

Well yes… but also no? I personally view fanworks as akin to gifts—the academic term for our communities is literally “gift economy”—so if we view it like that, suddenly that discomfort with getting rid of works is more pronounced. If I not only knit a blanket, but then gift it to a friend, it would indeed feel outside of my rights to randomly knock on their door one day and go, “I actually decided I hate that? Please give it back so I can tear it to shreds, thanks :)” That’s so rude! And any real friend would try to talk me out of it, explaining both why they love the blanket and, even if it’s not technically the best in terms of craftsmanship, it holds significant emotional value to them. Save it for that reason alone, at least. Fanworks carry that same meaning—“I don’t care if it’s full of typos, super cliché, and using some outdated, uncomfortable tropes. This story meant so much to me as a teenager and I’ll always love it”—but the difference in medium and relationships means it’s easier to ignore all that. I’m not going up to someone’s house and asking face-to-face to destroy something I gave them (which is awkward as hell. That alone deters us), I’m just pressing a button on my computer. I’m not asking this of a personal friend that is involved in my IRL experiences, I’m (mostly) doing this to online peers I know little, if anything, about. It’s easy to distance ourselves from both the impact of our creative work and the act of getting rid of it while online. On the flip-side though, it’s also easier to demean that work and forget that the author is a real person who put a lot of effort into this creation. If someone didn’t like my knitted blanket I gave them as a gift, they’re unlikely to tell me that. They recognize that it’s impolite and that the act of creating something for them is more important than the construction’s craftsmanship. For fanworks though, with everyone spread around the world and using made up identities, people have fewer filters, happily tearing authors to shreds in the comments, sending anon hate, and the like. The fact that we’re both prefacing this conversation with, “Please don’t flame” emphasizes that. So if I wrote a fic with some iffy tropes, “cringy” dialogue, numerous typos, whatever and enough people decided to drag me for it… I don’t know whether I’d resist the urge to just delete the fic, hopefully ending those interactions. There’s a reason why we’re constantly reminding others to express when they enjoy someone else’s work: the ratio of praise to criticism in fandom (or simply praise to seeming indifference because there was no public reaction at all), is horribly skewed.

So I personally can’t blame anyone for deleting. I’d like to hope that more people realize the importance of keeping fanworks around, that everything you put out there is loved by someone… but I’m well aware that the reality is far more complicated. It’s hard to keep that in mind. It’s hard to keep something around that you personally no longer like. Harder still to keep up a work you might be harassed over, that someone IRL discovered, that you’re disgusted with because you didn’t know better back then… there are lots of reasons why people delete and I ultimately can’t fault them for that. I think the reasons why people delete stem more from problems in fandom culture at large—trolling, legal issues, lack of positive feedback, cancel culture, etc.—than anything the author has or has not personally done, and since such work is meant to be a part of an enjoyable hobby… I can’t rightly tell anyone to shoulder those problems, problems they can’t solve themselves, just for the sake of mine or others’ enjoyment. The reason I’ve been thinking about this lately is because I was discussing Attack on Titan and how much I dislike the source material now, resulting in a very uncomfortable relationship with the fics I wrote a few years back. I’ve personally decided to keep them up and that’s largely because some have received fantastic feedback and I’m aware of how it will hurt those still in the fandom if I take them down. So if a positive experience is the cornerstone of me keeping fics up, I can only assume that negative experiences would likewise been the cornerstone of taking them down. And if getting rid of that fic helps your mental health, or solves a bullying problem, or just makes you happier… that, to me, is always more important than the fic itself.

But, of course, it’s still devastating for everyone who loses the work, which is why my compromise-y answer is to embrace options like AO3’s phenomenal orphaning policy. That’s a fantastic middle ground between saving fanworks and allowing authors to distances themselves from them. I’ve also gotten a lot more proactive about saving the works I want to have around in the future. Regardless of whether we agree with deleting works or not, the reality is we do live in a world where it happens, so best to take action on our own to save what we want to keep around. Though I respect an author’s right to delete, I also respect the reader’s right to maintain access to the work, once published, in whatever way they can. That's probably my real answer here: authors have their rights, but readers have their rights too, so if you decide to publish in the first place, be aware that these rights might, at some point, clash. I download all my favorite fics to Calibre and, when I’m earning more money (lol) I hope to print and bind many for my personal library. I’m also willing to re-share fic if others are looking for them, in order to celebrate the author’s work even if they no longer want anything to do with it. Not fanfiction in this case, but one of my fondest memories was being really into Phantom of the Opera as a kid and wanting, oh so desperately, to read Susan Kay’s Phantom. Problem was, it was out of print at the time, not available at my library, and this was before the age of popping online and finding a used copy. For all intents and purposes, based on my personal situation, this was a case of a book just disappearing from the world. So when an old fandom mom on the message boards I frequented offered to type her copy up chapter by chapter and share it with me, you can only imagine how overjoyed I was. Idk what her own situation was that something like scanning wouldn’t work, but the point is she spent months helping a fandom kid she barely knew simply because a story had resonated with her and she wanted to share it. That shit is powerful!

So if someone wants to delete—if that’s something they need right now—I believe that is, ultimately, their decision… but please try your hardest to remember that the art you put out into the world is having an impact and people will absolutely miss it when it’s gone. Often to the point of doing everything they can to put it back out into the world even if you decide to take it out. Hold onto that feeling. The love you have for your favorite fic, fanart, meta, whatever it is? Someone else has that for your work too. I guarantee it.

So take things down as needed, but for the love of everything keep copies for yourself. You may very well want to give it back to the world someday.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

aight so!!

high school musical the musical the series season 3 trailer :)!!!

okay right off the bat I'll be completely honest: my hyperfixation has definitely long faded for hsmtmts. I still respect and enjoy it, but just like holidays as you get older, I'm not exactly excited about it. I'm sure I'll be excited to watch it when it comes, but, though it's a little disappointing to me, I can't really scream about it right now. But, given the fact that I kinda of want to take a semi-break from tumblr, I wanted to get my thoughts out first :).

First of all. Portwell!!! So cute :D. Honestly however long their relationship lasts I'm just happy to be along for the ride (especially if I can't get my other amazing couples 😭)

I MISS SEB AND BIG RED 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️💔💔❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰

I'm so happy that Gina looks happy :))

Ooh EJ being the director the TEA

Hmm Nini and Miss Jenn 👀👀👀

Froozeennnn

Not that I didn't already know lol

Yo I recognize him from memes!! Can't remember his name but red haired guy :)

UHH HI JOJO SIWA????

My sibling and I have decided that, as we often do when the characters we love aren't around for a season, Seb and Big Red are simply constantly in the next room over 😌😌.

Lol right now that's all I can really think of to say! I'm a little bit more hyped actually spending time thinking about it, so I'm sure I'll still enjoy the season :). I'm looking forward to all the (but hopefully not too much, lol) drama :D ;)!!!

Love y'all <333!

[angeliahuffman]

Well obviously my eye is on its shit again. Wish I could figure out exactly what triggers my allergies to cause this bullishit. If anyone sees this and has had issues with allergic conjunctivitis please help me! This has been happening at least once every two weeks if not every week and really I'm just over it at this point. Do I have any drs in the house? Not that I'll really listen to you anyway cause I'm stubborn 🥴 just sayin. I'll try anyway. Best I can do.

My hair was still on its bullshit today as well so I ended up putting it in its usual bun. Thinking about cutting it off but hopefully I can continue to talk myself out of it. I like my hair regardless of how wild and bushy it is sometimes. It hasn't been this long since I was in high school and I'm proud of it occasionally. We'll see I guess.

I ended up purchasing a furls crochet hook off Amazon as well as a "project backpack" and both of them came in the mail today so I was pretty excited. This is my first furls so my cherry is officially busted and I can't wait to use it!

There it is in all its glory. I've used hooks with cushions before (that's what I currently use) but I've never used a hook as ergonomic as this one. I really hope it lives up to my expectations and helps with hand cramps because god my hands kill me. If it does I'll more than likely purchase many more. The only concern I have is that I bought a 3.75mm (F) hook and I read a review that said the wooden ones have a tendency to snap if your tension is too tight (mine is) and the hook is smaller than a 4mm (G). Hopefully this won't be an issue. These hooks aren't exactly cheap so I'd hate to see them perform like they are cheap. That would be disappointing.

I think at this point I've rambled enough. I'll go ahead and insert my million tags then go back to cleaning my room which should've been finished but you know... experienced procrastinator. Have a good rest of your day y'all!

[sweet-rintarou]

High school romance was the best way to describe your current feeling. It was almost comical how your heart was beating within your chest, as if awaiting a text message from the crush you had in science class.

You were packing for the trip to the next gig you had, while simultaneously rehearsing how you were to talk to Ushijima once he had arrived. Standing in front of your mirror, if anyone were to see you in this moment, they'd assume you were pathetic on the spot.

"Oh hello," you began, wanting to play it off cool and innocent, "oh? These are for me? Oh my gosh, thank you so much they are absolutely beautiful." You released a giggle, hoping that it came off natural. It did not.

"Crap, if I say it like that then he'd immediately leave," you complained to yourself. "Damn it, how do I bridge this conversation so it can continue...?"

"What about: oh, aren't you Semi's friend from high school? So you work a flower store?... No, what if he criticizes me for saying 'flower store' and not 'floral outlet'?"

A knock on the door had caused your rehearsal to be cut short, your heart practically beating out of your chest upon hearing the sound only to be disappointed when Semi himself was standing outside your apartment. "Why the hell are you here?"

"I texted you," he uttered, "you didn't respond so I just came by."

"Very unethical of you," you tsked, "please leave before my prince charming arrives."

"Oh please, more like prince deadpan," he scoffed, "good luck trying to make a conversation with him."

"Help me then," you whined, your bottom lip jutted out dramatically and eyes widened.

"Why did you even order flowers for yourself? You could've just approached him in person, you know?" He said matter-of-factly. "And why did you try to play it off as if I ordered? I'd never do such a thing."

"Yeah I get it, you're an ass," you stated, rolling your eyes. "And I told you! He's scary in person."

"That's so judgemental, Y/n, I'm disappointed," he feigned a saddened sigh. When I only responded with an unimpressed look, he hastily sighed, "Just be straightforward with him, he's terrible with basic chit-chat, and probably doesn't have the time for it either—so just say what you want."

"I want him."

"Not that straightforward, what the fuck? He doesn't even know," he roughly pushed at your forehead. "You're just going to creep–"

A knock sounded at your door, cutting him off. A breathy squeal escaped your lips as you practically skipped towards your door. "Coming~"

Pulling the door open, there stood the stoic look of Ushijima Wakatoshi, adorned in a T-shirt and jeans, and a cap covering his hair, his business logo embroidered to the black cap. "Good afternoon, we—at Wakatoshi Floral—received an order for L/n Y/n, is she here?"

"Yes, I am she," you smiled up at him, taking note of the clear 8 inches he had over you. His lips slightly tilted up, stretching his hand out to give the flowers to me. Recalling your rehearsal, you uttered—not as natural, may that be added, "Oh my gosh, these are beautiful, who sent them?"

"They wish to remain anonymous," he informed. "If that is all, I'll be on my way."

Fuck, that was quick, you bitterly thought. "Wait–" you hastily called out, garnering his attention. Straightforward, Semi's words echoed through your head. "I think you're cute, can I have your number?" The silence Ushijima had placed between the two of you was suffocating, to the point you panicked and almost took your words back. Was that too straightforward? Oh my gosh, he's going to think I'm weird.

"I'm sorry but you apparently have a secret admirer, I don't feel comfortable with this situation," he answered honestly, sparing a glance at the flowers you just received as if to say "are you fucking serious?"

"Uh... Uhm... " You were trying to find something—anything—to rebuttal his statement but came out with nothing.

"If that's all, I'll take my leave here—I still have other deliveries to proceed with." Choked up on your words—or lack of—you watched as he disappeared around the corner, leaving you standing by your doorway, shell shocked.

A stifled laugh sounded from behind you, to which you turned to see Semi with a hand over his mouth, bathing in the embarrassment you had brought on to yourself.

"Don't make throw these at you," you warned him, holding the bouquet up.

"Do that and you'll break Ushi's heart," he retorted. You could only pathetically stick your tongue out at him.

silver lining | w. ushijima smau

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part five

—pathetic

author's note: tbh writing the written is tiring, so im avoiding having a narrated scene 😔 anyway, im really sorry that my updates are so scarce, cuz I started college again and it's been somewhat hectic despite being online as well, hopefully y'all are still reading 🥺

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[mondstalgia]

Well, Episode 7 of Fujoshi, Ukkari Gei ni Kokuru was terribly disappointing and downright kinda..fucked up? Why did they let her make a speech, this isn't about her. Also her love for BL being a secret is nowhere near comparable to being gay in a conservative society. This should have been him talking and liberating himself in a way and then if teachers tried to stop it, it should have been everyone trying to stop them for him to talk, not for her.

Also, I'm a bit mad that they are trying to turn this into a "oh he's gay but he can still love that one girl" thing. Like yes Bisexuality, sexuality is fluid and romantic attraction can differ to sexuality it is all valid, but gay people aren't even widely accepted in Japan enough yet to tell that kind of story this way. We need to get the basics down first before diving into the specific diversified of sexuality and attraction. Japan is not there yet. This first and foremost was about a homosexual young man who suffers because society won't accept him and he himself can't accept himself because of the society he grew up in. And they portrayed that struggle so well that it hopefully was understandable to a straight Japanese crowd but this episode kinda burned down all the previously established conversation starters. Instead this now felt like a bury your gays type of story where yes, he may not die, but they surely killed the story that NEEDS to be told.

Maybe my hopes were too high. They seemed to steer in the right direction but this was dissatisfying and kind of a slap in the face to every homosexual man and woman, not only in Japan but all around, who are suffering. Especially with the asshole who outed him grabbing the mic and going "you think you're the only one suffering" like bro, this isn't just self pity, the boy tried to commit suicide because of his sexuality, it's not a "just get yourself together" type deal. Y'all are the problem. He isn't unproblematic for trying to date a girl despite not being in love (or well apparently he magically is now) but it all comes back to society being the problem, not him.

Fuck that. Fuck all of what I just watched, I am disappointed. Also we are still not going to punish the literal middle aged man fucking creep of a groomer who is keeping a minor as a side piece?? We are just not gonna drop that man or even judge him in the show???

[pokekill-myself]

Hey guys white Thanos here and you know what grinds my gears. Defending Sword and Shield using the balance defence

(cw I'mma get a little real later in this. I kinda go off) So you know something I keep thinking back to is the balance defence. That the Dex was cut to balance the game but that only really means for online that now costs money and with have a toxic rank farming meta. Taking out LandoT and Megas doesn't balance shit, it just shifts the meta.

Let's say every current OU and up on Smogon aren't in Galar, that just means the UU will be the new OU. New abilities, types, gameplay changes and moves just like in past generations will balance out what was busted with what is now busted. Gen 1 psychic type was broken so Gen 2 added steel, a pure ghost and Dark. Gen 6 Megamom was busted so she got nerfed in gen 7. So let's just say they planned for that with Dynamax, but that's a fucking lie because even if Caterpie can be a big chunby still gets out classes by every single other Pokémon. But okay sure maybe, and that's a big fat maybe, Max moves balance each other. You know even if Max Guard can let you just stall out three free turns. We still have Gigantamax and my God does that break some shit.

Gigantamax means the bit about letting everyone shine is a meme. You know we're getting a Pikachu, Charizard and Gyrados and you can't tell me you don't believe Gamefreak would. But you know what really made me HMMMMMMMMMMM real hard? Galarian Weezing and his ability. When I first saw him I wondered what could possibly be better than ground immunity, and then Neutralizing gas happened. So what I really think that meant was "we're getting tired of balance testing this ability so we're just gonna cut the ones that would be too strong"

This all coming from someone who grew up with Pokémon and watched it excitingly evolve from gen 1 to gen 5. Gen 6 was the first time I was a little confused about how lacking the game was, I still liked it and wrote it off as 3D jitters. ORAS was the most disappointment I've felt in myself. I kept having my rose tinted goggles blurred by the 3D. I actually had a deep existential crisis about if I was wrong to support something that had given me so much happiness. Sun and Moon actually looked promising, or they would if every trailer for a few months weren't live action commercials hiding a lot of game. I still bought them, a bit sad Kalos was left unfinished but shit happens. Then USUM got announced at first I was wondering "like a black 2/white 2 with a continuation.. how will that work" it was just the Pokémon Light version but cut into two fucking games.

I think that was the final straw and Let's go broke the camerupt's back and soul. "Oh it's just a kiddy spinoff" kids aren't dumb stop that, I was a big dumb baby when I beat Yellow. The real reason it was the way it was is Masuda's long standing belief that cellphone kids have ADD and need shorter less meaty games. But none of that mattered, some of y'all were waiting for your gen 4 remake, I got the remake I wanted. I wanted them to remake Yellow every gen since Hoenn. So I can relive my first Pokémon game with the mind of a child who can actually read and memorize the type chart. I got it along with everything I have ever wished for. I got following Pokémon, riding Pokémon, partner Pokémon dress up, a rocket grunt uniform, cool post game content and fucking co-op. It came at a heavy cost tho as the game I had been waiting for turns out to be a game made for what Masuda thinks a child is. Overall easier, no non gen 1 Pokémon allowed, not even evos and babies, that co-op acts as a big brother mode where you fucking 2 on 1 these poor children and worst of all the Pokémon go features makes everything seem pointless outside of catching new Pokémon. But after a year of crushed hope at least 2019 would give me a great full Pokémon game the looks like a proper switch game where I can play with all my Bros.

I kinda went on a tangent their but hopefully some of you realize not everyone is some "hurr hurr big company bad" dumdum. I just want Gamefreak to delay the game, TCPI to delay the global push to actually think these things out and maybe bring back Gap years and filler seasons in the anime.

[commando-rogers]

soooo TOMORROW is the callback that I've literally waited nine months for. it's a long dumb fucking story. but somehow I've made it nine months and this thing is in less than twenty four hours and I want this part so badly but I've stopped feeling excited and now I'm dejected and disillusioned. And I know it's just my mind trying to distance myself from it so I won't be disappointed which I guess is good bc I've spent the last nine months being way too idealistic about it and daydreaming and imagining scenarios and getting my hopes up and I know that isn't good or healthy. But I just need to focus on getting in a good mindset bc I'm really really excited for this opportunity and I want it to be a good experience and I really want this part. so we'll see what happens. Part of me is just glad the waiting will finally be over. Hopefully I won't fuck up the songs tok badly and hopefully they like my characterization. And it's ridiculous bc I know I'm not the only person they called back and there could be a lot of people so I have no right to expect anything or think I'm special or I deserve it but goddamn it I want it. I really fucking want it I've loved this show and this song and this character for years and I'm gonna be so disappointed if I don't get it because I've waited almost a year since the audition. I'm just nervous things aren't gonna work out idk. I passed up other opportunities in order to stick with this and pursue it so if I passed up on things I wanted for nothing I'm gonna be very upset. I really want this and I want to do well and have a good experience and I'm kind of worried that I've stopped feeling emotions about it but maybe that's a good thing. Idk. I'll let y'all know when I hear back I guess

[s0r3wach1gauy0]

Y'all I'm really running out of energy for talking about my reasons I love C.B.,,, like I probably screwed myself over taking an extra day on Him, so I did something a little different for tomorrow's post. I hope y'all aren't too disappointed in me,,, I realize now I could have done what I drafted out for tomorrow on the free day but I don't want to confuse people with retconning my error so yeah. Hopefully I can plan that out better if I do this next year.