#i swear ill do it some day uwu

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

I've said it before, I'll say it again, and I'm sure it won't be the last time. I AM SICK AND BLOODY TIRED OF THESE MFS, HALF OF WHO DONT EVEN CARE ABOUT CURSED CHILD, BITCHING AND MOANING ABOUT AN ANGSTY TEEN DARING TO BE AN ANGSTY TEEN, I WILL FIGHT THE LOT OF YOU

(this is gonna be a bit long and probably incoherent so sit down and fucking listen to me 🔫 stick with me because I'm not just complaining about albus haters)

eVERYBODY wants cOoMmpllEeXx relatable HUMAN characters - and then SHIT themselves when the flaws a CHILD has isn't just 🥺 uwu im socially awkward and traumatised 🥺. that's why scorpius doesn't get this fuckass treatment, because his terrible human flaw is that he's a bit shit at conversation and gets sad about his dead mum (generalised understatement, but this post isnt about him. dont come for me i love him 🫶🏻)

god forbid albus, who feels unloved and unwanted (with valid evidence for a teenager), albus who feels completely out of place and outcast from his entire famously-close-knit family, ablus who is well known by the world by default via Harry and hates the attention and high expectations, albus who then gets targeted and bullied by his peers because he's not as perfect and brilliant as his father, albus who is then isolated from his one friend because Harry is making irrational ptsd fueled decisions, albus who tells Harry completely sincerely that he knows he's unlikeable but he'll try and change himself and be more like his siblings because he genuinely believes that's what Harry and everyone else whos had the misfortune of meeting him wants, albus who spends the entire play trying to prove himself and fix things via idiotic childish decisions BECAUSE HES A WHOLE UNSTABLE CHILD

god forbid that CHILD doesn't react like a patient, supported, well adjusted, level headed adult. god forbid he reacts outwardly. god forbid he reacts at all, my bad. clearly he should just sniffle a bit as if he doesn't feel suffocated and helpless by everything in his life, because obviously hes just a spoiled brat who doesn't know what real suffering is. god forbid he complains or feels anything negatively, or doesn't quite grasp that other people are struggling too because he is too busy trying so hard to deal with himself and his declining mental health the best he can with basically no support or understanding. god forbid he isn't completely perfect.

you all sound like some fucking boomer telling teenagers they don't know what real struggling is, they aren't mentally ill, they dont have any problems because they have a roof over their head, they should all go to war kids are too soft these days 😫😖😱 fUCKING‼️SHUT UP‼️

he does things wrong but he knows he does and he does everything he can to fix it! and he is fourteen!!! do none of you remember what being fourteen is like 😭😭 I swear half of you have got to be basically fourteen yourselves cmon man

cause I'm seeing this fucking pattern a lot recently. not just for albus, not just in this fandom, everywhere. ‼️ no one can fucking handle flawed characters anymore ‼️ the only thing any character is allowed to have wrong with them is trauma apparently, otherwise they have to be perfect, and I'm getting sick of it. characters and stories are meant to reflect real life, they're meant to help shape our world view, why are you expecting everyone to be fucking perfect??? what happened to nuance? what happened to understanding character development? you are all acting like characters and people are so black and white. either they're perfect or they're insufferable and evil. I won't lie, the most common victims i've noticed of this are women. but the flawed women are typically demonised, whereas the men are typically turned into uwu baby boys who actually aren't capable of doing anything wrong and then fanon goes nuts making them into ittle wittle victims. and I'm so fucking sick of all of it, I hate this. (obviously this is not a strict rule. Albus Potter, and also Albus Dumbledore now I mention it, are demonised beyond belief)

BRING BACK FLAWS AND BRING BACK NOT COMPLETELY WRITING OFF A CHARACTER BECAUSE THEY DARE TO BE HUMAN

I AM FED UP, ALBUS POTTER GET BEHIND ME

[astarionancuntnin]

✨Writing Interview Tag Game✨

Thank you for the tag @nyx-knox!! <33

When did you start writing?

Like wayyyyyyyyy back, I technically wrote my first story when i was 11. I didn't write again until i was 15 (original pieces + fanfics), then i stopped and Im back at it again at 26 ayoooo

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

if i really need to search further into my favorite books, i would definitely say psychological horror and dramas

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I don't know writers enough to really get an idea of how to compare myself to any of them, but I do know that i tend to emulate what i'm exposed to, so if I read an entire series from an author, and they used a certain syntax, i'll tend to also do it by force of habit. (i also consider it a flaw cause i see it as hindering my writing creativity ;-;)

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

its my personal pc that doubles as my work space, so its a bit all over the place ngl haha, theres a lot of astarion stickers and posters, all the furniture (keyboard, mouse, desk, etc) is pastel purple (my favorite colour), i have three screens (mostly for work but its also useful in day to day life) and my three wallpapers are astarion, of course. sometimes when i feel a writers block, i found out that writing on my laptop does unblock me! in that case, youll find me typing away on my couch in my living room uwu

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

MUSIC. What I write will be highly dependent on what I listen at the moment, like I was really into boywithuke when i wrote my angsty fics, and then i moved to a dark romance playlist and that got me going for die for you but then i was unable to continue my other fic cause i wasnt in an angsty mood anymore ._. (i swear i didnt abandon it, it just isnt the playlists turn to play on repeat) and rn im a lot into sleep token and ari abdul

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

So. Much. Smut. And angst. not surprising! my writing will also often depict my current state of mind. dw im in therapy, im working on it

What is your reason for writing?

It's my favorite creative output/the one im most experienced in! i wanna start drawing but i never find the time to really get into it and also terrified of failure which brings me to my second reason, its all i think i can do and i get dopanine reading nice comments teehee

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

when people tell me about a favourite part, when they liked the tension i managed to create, how i convey some characters, and most of all when i get told they loved a character i created!! this is so encouraging and pushes me to continue <3

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

i dont know how to answer to that .-. uh, i guess i want to be liked? seen as a good writer if anything? idk man ;-;

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Definitely descriptions, and creating a build up in a scene. I feel like it comes naturally to me and people have often told me that they are never lost when reading my scenes which reassures me so much LMAO I feel validated I also think I make really fun dialogue, especially banter with my ocs/tavs

How do you feel about your own writing?

i often self criticise my own work a lot, and i get that imposter syndrome where ill reread my work before posting and go "what the hell" in those moments, im grateful im not writing on paper cause that sheet would find its way to the trash real quick ^^ ' im sincerely truly blessed that my partner offers himself to read my pieces and beta read them, and tell me his honest opinion (there are things i wrote i wish i could forget and yall better be thankful he was there to stop me from posting first versions)

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

mix of both definitely. initially i wrote my own ideas and if people do end up liking them hell yeah!!! glad im able to find people that vibe the same way i do! then again, when i write for people, even if most of it comes from my silly little imagination, it was initially influenced by the request itself and is going to guide the writing specific to this piece, which honestly makes sense imo

Tagging 🏷️: @marlowethebard @roguishcat @anacdoce @charmandabear @marimosalad

[mcondance]

im doing great babes hru? (hope ur okay w/babes as a nickname if not ill say homes til i find smthn else) did you wanna hear abt my day or...?

but, anyways so elaborating on a few things

mirror sex

i just think him having like a full mirror, floor to ceiling mirror? would just make it rly good. he says it's for hair care and making sure he looks “wicked bev” (i googled that slang uwu), but then he's hitting it from the back and holding you by your hair, or neck, so you can watch.

teasing him, w/ a pole dance

this is, a fantasty for me but im willing to share.

doing a pole routine to doja cat's rules??? i swear i have some choreo for this. like, hand trail down to croch nd leg spread squat and then come back up to hands on chest for “play with my pussy, but don't play with my emotions.”

and he just has to sit there and watch, hard on that was there before you even started bc you're wearing skimpy clothing bc “the pole needs my skin.” no it doesn't, you're teasing him.

- 🦇

me personally i would like hobie plowin my shit from the back with his chest to my back and his hand wrapped around my neck 🙏🏾 and omg?

[inkiest-silly]

Okay guys.

This is where we need to have a talk….about this

People have ships and it's what a fandom does(relating to the comments on this post)

Are people THAT oblivious? Yes they can be misscharatized but- people have their own personal views on things and there’s nothing wrong with it

My headcanons tend to be - not canon as people wish a HC would be,

It pisses me off knowing I would get attacked for my views of the characters

I can have my mentally ill gay shit-🧍‍♀️

Sometimes - Read the creators posts I swear sometimes yall just want a reason to argue and hate

"Rody isn't a uwu sweet boy" no he isn't and we know that

He's a buff mentally unstable guy who's trying his hardest for a girl that isn't going to get back with him

Vince isnt a yAnDErE as a lot of people tend to say(same people as rody being a uwu boy)

He's insane. He's got MENTAL ISSUES-

The ship could work in some way But in most timelines

It won't

Bc rody is focused on Manon, and Vince would probably end up murdering rody,

But what do I do?

Headcanon TIMELINE. where eveything has its own works as a FANDOM WOULD??

Do people not know what fandoms do other than “ruin” charaters?? It’s genuinely annoying

people are going to be SUCKERS for gay shit- (as one who loves those ships myself AND a proud rodent shipper.) there’s nothing more to to, people are going to focus on what they find cool and cute, there’s still canon ish content.

Honestly. You don’t like any of the fandoms works? Get over it.

That’s a fandom, a fandom creates content for a thing they like, and it’s gonna have people who mischaracterize the charaters. And that’s how it always will be, THINK OF SANS AND PAPYRUS- sans had been dumbed down to a depressed emo for the LONGEST time and paps got seen as a cinnamon roll, as a fandoms goes on, they tend to drift toward the more canon personality,

But ofc It’s more appealing with the fandom twist, so leave them alone

Thanks for reading,have a good day.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

HOO okay it took me literally this whole day (with breaks of course) and i have managed to translate the spotify playlist into youtube for any other cheapskates who dont do subscriptions AND i sorted them into separate character sections uwu which i had to improvise cause i planned to separate them with like, their respective themes or smthn but then it turned out the only one who has his own theme is moTHERFUCKING JULIAN OF COURSE vjhsdvjadihk so i just. put some asmr in there lmao and i could not find anything for lucio istg

aand now im gonna have to figure out how to link it in here

Brainrot arcana playlist yt edition - YouTube

lets hope that works out cause the first try was a big red nono so idk

i hope i got them all in there, although uhh somehow i managed to actually get uh. exactly ten more than in the og playlist. i do not know how that happened but aight dthdyfh i also took some. um. liberties in ~Fucking About~ but now i feel bad so uhhhh *trigger warning* my little pony if anyone needs it i guess?? idk have fun scrolling through and figuring out wtf im talking about ibksrfkb no ill change it later i swear i just need a break and also look at the horses having horse drama i love it its so well made. i Think i set it so anyone can add videos? i THINK thats what that was idk heres another link it threw at me lol https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLRB-rDXBrGnL35_6OatYjl29qU1H6Ft2q&jct=mLtgaxg1YnzUs9SdLcutXBCj61CCAw

well i am out of things to say, i hope anybody wanted this xdd

I ... wow. Wow, @tetsuooooooooooo, this is incredible! Thank you!!!

I'll link this to the pinned post, I -

I don't have words. This is amazing. Thank you!!!

[purewhitewolf]

Perception

@xxrppastxx

"Why did you do that?! You could've killed the Grand Shadow and Lady Brooke with that idiotic stunt! Not to mention, the chaos you bring every day puts us further behind! It's like you want to sabotage our progress! Are you a servant of the evil one? Are you some demon in disguise?!" A furious coworker points at Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn just stares back silently with an uninterested and uncaring look on her face.

"I swear there's no logic to your actions! You even saved the man you keep swearing you're going to murder. Why haven't you done it yet? Are you talking out of your ass, you mentally ill freak of nature?! If you weren't married to the Past Seer, I doubt the Grand Shadow would ever allow you anywhere near them or Quietem. This is exactly why you outsiders don't belong here!"

As the coworker gets more and more heated, boldly scolding and insulting Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn calmly grabs him and pulls him out of the way in time from getting crushed by debris from a weakened door frame.

She finally opens her mouth and blows a strange colorful smoke in his face. "...You all are 'sophomores' .... wise-stupids." Kaitlyn reaches into her pocket and jiggles the various keys and important documents she swiped during her rampages, "So smart... and yet sooooo clueless. Damn, for a bunch of educated colleagues, you all lack such perception of the c r u m b l i n g world around you. So much intelligence... but no actual wisdom. My beloved Past can pick up on things much quicker than you arrogant snobs. She and John are the only ones with real wisdom here, it seems."

A black ashy and gooey material covered in eyes gradually appeared on the walls and floor. It was the same black stuff that leaked from Kaitlyn's skin from time to time. "Samuel isn't the only one capable of scrying onto others. Unlike him... I can do it passively and way better. I can FEEL your movements... I can see your very SOULS with my own essence. I can read your emotions and the most subtle of gestures!" Their noses were touching now as her tone dropped to an ominous warning. "You should be happy you can't read me. Those who know how I think... rarely stay around."

The man didn't even have a chance to reply before Kaitlyn mockingly spoke what she assumed he would say. "Le gasp! You big meanie wolf! You scarwy~ uwu~ I need to cry to mommy and daddy council and tell on you!"

"Tell them what? Who would believe you? I'm just some unstable maniac with 'no logic behind her actions' after all." She leans over the man with her eyes wide open and unsteady, "And do you know what's actually scary about me? What's scary is... not everything I do has a reason. I am genuinely insane and random. Sometimes, I do something so weird and involuntary that even I question myself why I did it. Not every action or personality shift is planned. It's a crowded roulette wheel in this melty mess called a brain. The cold pragmatic sociopath, the overly emotional innocent child, the dumb goofball, the determined warrior, the vulgar pervert, the clever detective, the hearty hero, the charismatic villain, and so much more... none of those personas are complete fakes.... no.... they are ALL genuine sides of me. They are all ME! Every one of them is who I am, even when some contradict the other. They. Are. Me. Every. Single. One. They all take turns at the wheel~ Even they don't always know who is in control half the time. They are so different... yet still me. I'm not sure who is speaking to YOU right now, but WE are all in agreement on sharing this secret with you."

She takes a step back and chuckles devilishly, "Now that you know the truth. What will you do with that information? What CAN you do with that information? The entity before you admits that's she's unstable with brief moments of lucidity and that she is piloted by many fragments of herself. What is your response?"

The man looked as though he was to wet himself. "Are you to end me for knowing what you shared? Am I to vanish like the others you dragged in alleyways?!"

"I don't kill willy nilly. I'm not Nathaniel, nor am I a Samuel. Speaking of ugly manure-man, I didn't 'save' him... I was getting what I needed." She pulls out some personal belongings of Samuel's. "Plus, I need to free a certain fire bird before I can kill him. Which I can do now because I know about the 'furnace' at the asylum. I KNOW every little dark secret you pathetic s.o.bs hid... and I'm bringing light to them all even if it KILLS ME!"

Kaitlyn calmly dusts off her coat, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to hit on my coworkers with vulgar jokes, cuddle my wife, and then save this pathetic circus of a kingdom from itself. Good day~"

[belphiesreverie]

I never knew i needed Dryad Giorno until now

Neither did I anon, neither did I. But he’s alive now and if I could draw human anatomy properly I’d draw a sketch of him. You might get one from the shoulders up tho 👀👀

[rose-sereniteeth]

hi brain, how're you holding up?

Thank you for asking uwu

I'm doing ✨beautifully✨ my hair is orange and pink and my Woosung merch came so I'm extra cozy

I haven't watched Thrill ride yet and I haven't watched Ten's solo yet

Chanhee is the most beautiful person in existence and Heachan is a lie *finger guns*

I'm in quite a bit of stress these days and had a small breakdown yesterday, started having cramps today and although I have a shit ton of stuff to get done before Thursday I've nothing but procrastinated today. I also went and socially interacted twice today, so like I didn't do nothing, but that was stressful enough...

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐬𝐡𝐞 + 𝐢 = ♡

pairing: lexi x reader

plot: y/n is fezco's younger sister, with all the benefits and risks. she don't use that much drugs, and never keeps it with her since in school. y/n is pretty laid back, loves little things in life —and maybe lexi howard. but she don't have to know that. that's only y/n's secret, but can she keep it when destiny brings them closer to each other?

word count: 3.033k

warnings: mentions of drugs, vape, basic euphoria things, jules is so cute and an emotional support and a good friend (and i want it that way sorry), cute nicknames

(might make it a series, it depends on you uwu <3)

*plus, not me writing new stuff instead of finishing/making the requests i got*

✿ rue's narrating ✿

for everybody who were and outsider, y/n was pretty ordinary. waking up, waking up a little bit late, going into school everyday, going home and writing homework, watching anime and aesthetic romcom shows, helping with their brother's business with her own way... it was pretty ordinary, yeah. but what happened in y/n's house and heart, was totally unordinary, if you ask me.

y/n had a simple life, with goals and parties at weekend, sitting at the back of the class, liked to dream about better times. dreaming about going to los angeles, new york or one european contry, maybe england, france or austria, frogetting about the atmosphere of the school that sometimes choked her. too much homework, confronting with everybody who tried to sneak before her in the line at lunch, telling the idiots she didn't had weed at her —i mean, i tried too to ask, many times, but why would she lie? y/n didn't liked to lie, she found it absolutely exhausting and tiring. she liked to keep things simple.

she liked simple things too, like rain —rain at a sunny day, rain at night when the skies lights enough to sleep comfortably, rain that tapped the window loudly between two shitty talkshow episodes she watched with his brothers—, cute cats, videos about cute cats, tutorials about making those pretty resin rings to sell them and gain some more money from the rich gals of her school, cuddling up to her closest friends, kat or maddy at a sleepover, cuddling up to her brother, fez when she got her period —she liked her family. she loved her family, she loved fezco and ashtray.

and she loved another girl, but guess what? she never told us that. we had to find out in a really weird way.

✿

but for real? for you, being fezco's sister was a complete disaster.

not just because of they all knew who fezco was, but because they wanted the same from you. like, everytime when someone craved drugs or a joint between the third and fourth class, they went to get you. i wasn't so hard, since you dressed always in the same style: wearing checkered oversized pants, baggy denim jeans or fezco's old ones, topping it with comfy t-shirts or dyed sweaters, wearing platform sneakers even in winter made you uniwttingly iconic, but on the underrated side —which was comeletely, perfectly fine for you, because you didn't want to be famous in high school, or some queen bee, none of that. you just wanted to lay on the desk at the back of the class, mind your hacking business, since you didn't sell drugs —and fezco debarred you selling it when marie, your grandma got ill—, you were the master of the operating systems and other hacking program, many of the students asking help from you to correct their notes in the school's system, or handing them real money from crypto-bills. by some, this is how you got to know what kat's doing, she made you shush in front of everyone and made you swear that you won' gonna tell, even if your life is on the line —at this point, you snorted and shrugged you shoulder, looking at ashtray, your little brother from the corner of your eyes, he too thought that kat was mental-crazy about her secret life... but as long as she —and everyone else, too— payed the 50 dollar of the "handling charge", you didn't complain. anybody who came to you always feared that you gonna sell their secrets, but you weren't even interested about the sick kind of p*rn they watched or the strange, disgusting kinks to delete it from their searching history; you didn't care at all. from you, nobody gon' 'now nothin'.

but on the other hand as i told you, even though you always bragged to people from one after another that you don't sell drugs like your older brother did, didn't sell drugs and won't gonna sell drugs either in the future, your words only found deaf ears.

the proof for your words and experience was right on monday, after rue's and lexi's terrible class where rue had to tell in front of everyone what was "fun" and "super enjoyable" in the summer —to be honest, you were pretty glad you skipped the class in the school's bathroom, talking to bb while smoking on her e-cigarette before she went to buy some snack in the buffet; it was her who talked rather, you just listened to her while scolded yourself later, for not going to that class. of course, your cause for the class wasn't the hella interesting topic or standing in front of your asshole classmates, but—

—but lexi.

well, it wasn't that you liked her, or fancied her when she helped you, or watched as she twirled her locks around her finger while concentrating on a hard question, or fantasizing about how is it like to be between her legs in her girly room, your eyes rolling back in the back of your head while she tugs your hair, stroking your face as her legs tremble and closing around your head—

yeah, maybe you liked her. just a little, tiny bit.

but now, with rue in front of you, you felt that your week has begun.

"please, y/n, just a little bit, like a little bit fentanyl or something else please, i need it", she pleaded, but you couldn't do anything.

"rue, i swear you that i don't have any. i didn't have the week before this, i don't have this week drugs with me either, and guess what? i'm not gonn have next week too!" you tried to shrug off her before lexi would discover the situation the two of you stood in —you perfectly knew that lexi and rue were like, best friends, but some real shit had to come in as a cause when they parted. you were there when rue overdosed herself —only sitting on the couch of the bennett household's living room for ten minutes, you saw everything, heard everything, and felt everything. saw rue's compeletely lifeless body, leslie's worried, tearful eyes, hearing gia's agonizing wails, feeling the sorrow that bite your throat even when you ran home, slamming the door of your room, hiding under your blanket until two a.m. —but you had to tell fezco the whole thing, yet you didn't had the energy to see his face if the two of you drove to the hospital. it's just another story, and you didn't want to get tired right on monday.

"nevermind, i'm gonna use what i have already", rue responded, but y/n hold gently her sweater-covered elbow.

"i don't think you should take fentanyl this early" y/n muttered, her voice being gloomy because of the tiredness. she was up late yesterday night because of the upcoming episodes of blue period, one of the new favourite animes of her. everytime rue wanted to take drugs, she remembered that horrible ten minute at her house, at that day.

"how do you know that i use fenta-" the other girl tried to ask, but then she remembered that fez handed her when the dealer's two sibling watched walking dead at night. "i tell you again, y/n, nevermind. but tell fez that i want drugs again, so prepare for me some."

y/n opened her mouth, but just sat on beside the sink, wiping her nose into the hem of her half white-half pastel green sweater, waiting for the class to end, to hear the end of bb's story —if she ever comes back.

the door of the bathroom opened again, but it was not bb —it was lexi. y/n immediately wished that instead of taking her usual skincare routine, she slept in too late —at half three a.m, was it rather too early? nevermind, y/n sat there still, a little bit frightened because of rue, and because she didn't want to say anything dumb or miserable in front of her crush.

"hey y/n... where's rue?"

lexi's voice was silent, a little bit shaky —probably she was just worried about rue. y/n thought fast —should she betray rue? it wouldn't be a betray, everybody knew that rue did drugs, and not helping lexi was 1) being and asshole move 2) being an asshole move because who the crack don't help her crush in everything? besides, lexi's gonna find out in a half minute even without her, so y/n just pointed with her finger in the direction of the only locked toilet in front of them.

lexi and rue argued a little bit, rue looked at y/n with annoyance, but y/n didn't take it at herself —her friend flushed all her fentanyl down on the toilet, and it was... right? right, because doing drugs on this level was hard for even y/n. "you say all this, but what happens in three days, when you knock on my door asking me to piss in some tylenol bottle? what, you're gonna say the opposite? how we've known each other since pre-school and we're best friends? it's like you have a split personality disorder. sorry if i miss the old you."

rue went out without lexi's venting, y/n didn't know what to say or do —lexi looked so abandoned and exhausted, she just wanted to wrap her in her arms in her bed, but it was impossible.

"sorry that you had to see this." lexi spoke to her, going to the sink to wash her hands. y/n shook her head, playing with the beads on the strings on her white platform sneaker.

"it's my fault at one point, don't do that, lex. don't believe what her narcotic-junkie mind says, it's not the real rue."

"i know, but it's hard. seeing someone so low... especially because she was my best friend. she still is, she' still my friend, my best friend." lexi leaned on the pink sink beside her, and y/n's hands grew clammy at the closeness of her hand beside her leg. y/n grew a little bit angry at rue —she probably didn't know that there were people who wanted to be lexi's best friends, because being lexi's best friend probably meant the best thing in the world, and yet she took it for granted. and the things she said to lexi... y/n would slap herself a thousand times with a brick if she even dared to brag out that shit.

"i'm gonna talk to her."

"you don't need to, y/n. really."

y/n thought it otherwise, but she let it. if she gets home today, she's gonna tell fezco to cut the drugs from rue or raise the price just for her —it was dumb, but for real, rue needed to come clean.

"okay then... what class do you gonna have?" she asked as she slided further on the sink, preparing to get down.

"history, and you?"

"maths" y/n exhaled, preparing herself to the next class —not that she was bad in maths, but she didn't had the mood for the whole thing at all.

"good luck. and thank you, for the support and all" lexi touched y/n's leg to brush it —and that's when y/n pulled her leg away, not because she didn't like it. hell, she dreamed about this, but this was so sudden that she didn't know what to do. sliding out of lexi's touch, the other girl looked at her worrying, placing her hand into the other, bending down her head while looking at her through her eyelashes. the sight of it made y/n go crazy, and still, she felt like the worst admirer in the world. "sorry, y/n, i didn't wanted to— i mean, thank you, and i did this because—"

"it's fine, lexi, it's nothing just—" the two girl apologized to each other, speaking at the same time, and when y/n wanted to clarify that it's okay, i was just lame and i'm just too much into you, every girl in the school seemed to defile the bathroom, filling it with their laughter, listpick stains and pissing sounds. the whole scene was totally helpless.

"i have to go, lex. see you soon", y/n said and jumped down from the counter, sliding between two girls, not looking at lexi. reaching to the asile, she scratched her wrist and arm; bad habit of hers. whenever she felt uncomfortable or a total failure, she tried to lessen her embarassment with those scrapes —and now, she felt both at the same time.

at least she knows the secret hallways of the school, so she don't have to face lexi today —even it was a dumb move, y/n was much more anxious than anybody when it came to the ones she loved... and the ones she loved but they didn't know.

✿

"why isn't y/n here?" kat asked, while everybody sat at the table when it came to lunch break. at the table sat bb, rue, jules, maddy, cassie, lexi and kat herself, but one place missed —it was y/n's, even if she was a little bit and ousider from this clique, everybody at the table loved her.

"i dunno, maybe she's smoking outside with somebody" bb guessed, shrugging her shoulder.

"gosh, and she said she doesn't have drugs!" rue complained, but cassie leaned in closer.

"y/n never have drugs at herself, why would she have now?"

"yeah, it's pointless. maybe she's writing her homework or something, or taking a shit..." kat continued, fiddling her grapefruit.

"i need to find that bitch, i'm gonna need some molly to the carneval and fez didn't had when i got to him... i need to talk to her" while maddy talked, jules typed in her phone under the table, trying to reach the missing girl.

juljul

hun is everything fine? you aren't here where r u?

"who saw her last time?" kat suggested, rue looked at lexi unwillingly.

"us. i mean... it was lexi. "

"cool. lexi, do you know anthing about y/n?"

"no, but... she acted weird when i tried to compliment her."

"what do you mean compliment? in a toilet?" cassie's smile was dumb, but lexi didn't pay attention.

"she said she supports me, and she wanted to help me. but when i tried to brush her leg as a thank you, she just flinched away, kinda weird."

jules' phone pinged.

lovie

ye everything fine just preparing for next class

it wasn't y/n-type —sure, y/n was very prepared to every class, but it was like she knew things naturally. jules felt that something is not alright, but she didn't want to bug her with questions. rather in private, when they're working together on a project.

juljul

okay than bubs you gonna go come to history?

y/n began to type.

"did she text back to you?" cassie asked from her. "i sent her messages too but she didn't even watch them." jules almost lifted her eyebrows.

it was more strange now. but she won't gonna let down one of her best friends.

"no, it's just some tinder fuckboy. y/n is silent as fuck, gives me bad kind of chills." she lied.

lovie

always juljul see u next class

✿

y/n didn't say much to jules either, but the other was eager to know more. for her, y/n was always so mysterious yet so soft, but that's why she loved her —she was like a fluffy cloud, nevermind the rainy or sunny days either.

"girl, what the fuck did you do with lexi?"

"what do you mean?" the y/h/c girl muttered back, scribbling down what was on the board.

"like, you weren't there with us on lunch, and you were with lexi before it... which means that you two did something. tell me, y/n." she demanded jokingly, hugging y/n's arm.

"you figured it out well, sherlock" y/n answered, getting a boop on her nose from jules' pointer finger. "it's nothing, just some arguing with rue and she, i gave some advice, that's all."

"okayish... but you sure there's nothing more?" she asked, y/n nodding her head slowly, fiddling with her pen. she didn't look into jules' eye —she knew that there's omething else, she could feel it, but she could never say. another handicap of y/n's cloudness.

"i guess. just some unnecessary girly shit." jules giggled with her, than y/n stood up, asking the teacher to a permission to go to the toilet. as soon as she stepped out, jules got her phone out.

jules

y/n said nothing but i know there's something

maddy

bitch that's crazy y/n sweet but sometimes annoying as fuck bc of this

kat

let's sneak on her i mean, it can be dangerous as fuck if she doesn't tell us

maddy

that's right

jules

she ain't gonna be mad?

kat

even if she is, she gonna be glad that we helped her yeah, that was right. jules leaned on the desk, but at the same time she swept down y/n's notes. leaning down to collect it, she noticed something —something sketched down into the corner of the paper; a very simple outline of a heart that even a nine year old kid could draw; and four very revealing letters.

lexi

jules hid her gaping mouth behind her hand, holding the piece of paper like the bigger secret she got to know —basically, for y/n, it was the bigger secret of hers. she didn't know what to do; text maddy and cat? or cassie? or should she just leave it? how could she ask y/n about this?

she placed back the paper like nothing happened, but retracing the actions of the morning and what lexi said, it made all so clear —y/n was so i love her, so shy and so longing that even a simple touch was overwhelming. it was supercute, y/n and lexi belonged to each other.

y/n came back, jules muted her phone immediately —she couldn't see y/n the same from that moment. she saw her a thousand times vulnerable and softer, but stronger and insecure at the same time. a plan formed a shape in her mind, and the and the purpose was very simple.

first thing first —somehow she's gonna have to face y/n.

i hope you liked it <3 leave a comment, like or reblog if you want (seriously you motivate me with it)

sweet day folks <3

[swanimagines]

You convinced me UwU Could you please do B57 + B92 for Kaz Brekker?

Fandom: Shadow and Bone

Prompts: B57. “I heard [name] has a crush on you.” and B92. “Are you cold? Here, take my jacket.”

A/N: Yayyy!! I hope you like it Charlie!

I haven't done birthday gifts in a while but since I got this done last Monday and it's @thereagles birthday, and she also said a while ago that this is her favorite wip... I'll dedicate this for her. Happy birthday Rowan ❤️

Warnings: mention of Jesper's sex adventures, some swearing, modified B92 for this

Word count: 506

“Damn it… why had Inej to be sick today of all days?” you mumbled as you sat on a crate, some hundred meters from the museum Kaz was planning a heist on. Inej was supposed to scout the museum, but as she had fallen ill, Kaz had to rely on the next in line. Who, unfortunately, was Jesper. And Jesper was always late. And it was freezing outside, soon you’d be ill too.

Kaz looked at you shivering beside him in the cold night, and frowned. “Are you cold?”

He knew it was a stupid question, and he wanted to roll his eyes at himself. Of course you were cold. And the look on your face told him the same thing.

“What does it look like?” you retorted, and Kaz pursed his lips. He knew you didn’t mean to use that tone with him, you were just cold and frustrated that Jesper took so long. You heard Kaz shifting a little bit and turned your head to him, and saw him taking off his coat. He stood up and flopped it on your shoulders, immediately bringing the welcomed warmth. You looked at him with wide eyes, and Kaz seemed to regain his composure.

“I can’t afford you getting cold.” he stated before sitting back on the crate. “We might have to sit here for awhile.”

---

“Finally.” you groaned as you saw Jesper strutting to the meeting point. “Did you fuck with a guard or what took you so long?”

Kaz sighed deeply, turning to Jesper. “Well?”

“The place could as well be a bloody bunker. There’s guards everywhere aside from sturdy doors. It will be a challenge.” he told Kaz and turned to you. “And no love, I didn’t fuck with a guard.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, rising up from the crate and Jesper looked you up and down for a moment, his eyes widening.

“Challenges are made so people could outsmart them.” Kaz stated, turning around, his cane clicking against the cobblestones. “Come on, we’ll go back to the Slat. I’ll start working on the plan.”

You followed after him shortly. Kaz was quick in his movement even with his cane, and soon you couldn’t really see him. He was probably too eager to lay his hands on the new plan, or then he was cold.

Jesper jogged after you, chuckling as he fell into step beside you. “Little crows sang, I heard Kaz has a crush on you.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Jesper cocked an eyebrow at you and looked over Kaz’s coat wrapped around you, grabbing the hem of the coat and yanking it gently. “What’s this, then?”

You looked at the coat, slapping Jesper’s hand off as you felt your cheeks heating up. “Stop it.”

Jesper smirked, putting his hands to his pockets as he walked with you back to the Slat. And tomorrow, by no doubt, all of the Crows would know about Kaz giving you his coat and the teasing would never end.

[missblissy]

Hey! I never thought this blog would be active again. I really like your old alastor works <3 do you think you can do headcanons of Dad!Alastor and Kid!Reader? thanks a bunch love your work :)

((Hahahaha u didn't ask for angst but im here to give it anyways. UwU Enjoy~))

You were too young. Too small. You know it really irked him in all the wrong ways that he cared so much. You weren't even his kid. You were just the kid that he took in... right? You were just the kid he saw himself in, nothing else? He was just being nice. So why the hell did he care so much. Why the hell was it so damn sad to see you in that casket. It didn't make sense in his mind at all.

When he first met you, you were just a little kid, probably no older than 10. He wouldn't know, not that he asked. You were causing him quite the trouble for Alastor. You see, you were a spunky troublesome child who loved getting into places where you didn't belong. He first found you hiding in the backyard of his radio studio. It was an old brick building squished in between many others that looked just the same.

You were homeless and orphaned like kids your age. You kept stealing his trash, causing him to first mistaken you for some kind of raccoon. He wouldn't call it pity but decided to introduce himself. He was nice, friendly and formal, he gave you food which you didn't trust at first. You weren't shy and you spoke your mind. But since you made yourself at him in the tiny little plot of a backyard this building had, Alastor decided to let you stay on the second floor of his radio studio. He owned the whole building and only used the basement and first floor. So there wasn't much of a reason for him to not let you stay there.

Anytime you swore, he reminded you that it was unbecoming of a child to have such bad manners. When he caught you stealing some of his liquor, he wasn't afraid to give you a firm lecture on not stealing from him. But he didn't seem to care that you somehow always managed to get your hands on some type of booze every now and again.

You grew to love his cooking. Every day he'd come to the radio studio (Except Sundays, you were on your own then) He'd bring some type of breakfast he made at home. He was very good at it, and he learned to cook your favorite meals. Even if he didn't like that meal at all, he'd still make it for you. And at night, he'd always leave you ten dollars on a table before heading home himself.

After a while Alastor bought you several new pairs of clothes, "You look dreadfully awful in those rags." He told you while throwing a bag full of new and clean clothes at you.

You started calling him, "Al," as much as he disliked it. He said it was rude, seeing as he was your elder and that you should show them as much respect as possible, especially if they were so well known and "famous" by his standards.

He'd even let you sit down and listen in on his radio show. You sat on the other side of the glass and watched with a smile and laughed at his silly little jokes. If you were lucky, every once in a while you could pick out the songs he'd play between shows.

Perhaps Alastor started to care when you got sick. You had been staying in his radio studio for almost six months now. That's when you came down with a cold. Neither you nor Alastor thought anything of it at first. However it progressed quickly, and Alastor found himself helpless. It enraged him along with the weight of the unwanted responsibility of caring for a sick child. But at some point, he knew he couldn't keep you in the old brick building anymore. But he couldn't bring himself to take you to his home either.

With the heavy gravity of his station and the undesired guilty that came along with it, Alastor couldn't find it in him to live with his actions. That's why you were in the casket now, or maybe he did do the best he could. Regardless, even the doctors at the hospital where he dropped you off in the night couldn't stop your illness either. Surely, if a doctor couldn't save you, what made him think that he could.

He was the only one to show up to the undertaker and tell your story. For all the undertaker knew, you were just another dead kid with no family of your own. So it was a surprise when Alastor showed up to pay for your casket and pay for your tomb. He couldn't bear to do more than that. Alastor left after looking over your casket for what felt like hours.

That night he went home, and for the first time in a while, he felt a deep sadness followed by remorse. These feelings would haunt him for the rest of his life. It'd always be a nagging little voice, reminding him of the child he dared to take in if only for half a year, only for them to end up and die. He spent the rest of his life pretending it didn't happen, moving on the best he could while always remembering the tragedy he couldn't have ever stopped. He spent the rest of his life well, in his eyes, to the point that he did not fear death.

But it was so unrealistically sad when he did die. Because he remembered you. He remembered the spunky little kid that would beat him at checkers. Who'd swear up and down and scold him for being late. Who genuinely seemed to look up and respect him. How stupid of him, to remember those moments so vividly and to forget everything else. When the light went out, and the darkness filled in, he somewhat expected that would be it. How could anything else happen after death besides light out? He kept hearing a voice in the distance. How annoying, couldn't he just spend these moments in silent darkness. But he heard it again, and again. As it grew louder, it was more clear as he began to open his eyes into a dark and dreary new world. He heard the voice again and spun around. "Al, is that you?"

[realcube]

speaking 💗 uwu 💗 to the haikyuu!! boys pt 2

part 1

characters: suna, matsukawa, kyōtani, tendō & akaashi

tw// illness, swearing, sexual references, cwinge   

Rintarō Suna

bitch- he was shocked

he was feeling sick so you were taking care of him while he lay on the couch looking like the cutest lil’ potato you’ve ever seen

so while you were handing him the soup you made him, you said something along the lines of ‘here’s some wuv-filled soup for my poor honey~’ in the uwu voice

that was the best he felt all day lol

like honestly, you expected him to cringe which is kinda why you did it but he was all for it lmao

‘wait- please do that again, (y/n).’ suna groaned, slowly taking the soup from your hands 

you snickered, gently stirring the spoon to cool it down slightly, ‘no. now drink up.’

you picked up the spoon to jab it at his mouth since he was clearly too lazy to drink it himself, but his lips didn’t part no matter how desperately you poked 

he shook his head, keeping his lips together 

you rolled your eyes, dropping the spoon back into the bowl, ‘stop being a baby and drink the soup!’

suna continued to shake his head, ‘not until you do the voice again.’ he said, his voice hoarse and low.

‘bitch.’ you muttered while rubbing your temples, you were way too tired to deal with his clownery today 

‘please, (y/n).’

‘why are you so needy all of a sudden?’ you pouted, trying to think of something to say in the voice that wasn’t too embarrassing

‘i don’t know.’

‘uwu eat your fuckin’ soup, bi--’ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before wheezing at how silly it was to say something like that in ✨the voice✨ 

suna chuckled, immediately pulling his arm out from underneath the blanket to slurp up your delicious soup

the bowl parted from his lips as he let out a refreshed, ‘ah’ then dropped his gaze to meet yours, ‘you’re so cute.’

Issei Matsukawa

he would look you dead in the eye and smirk 

‘what’s wrong with your voice?’

WAIT BUT DON’T TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY BC HE JUST SAID THAT COZ HE PREFERS YOUR NATURAL VOICE LIKE PLEASE DON’T CHANGE IT YOU SOUND SO DIVINE 

‘nothing~’ you hummed, still holding your voice at a higher pitch

matsukawa quirked a brow, wondering if he was missing something

the thought occurred to him that maybe this a prank of some sort and you were waiting for him to give an interesting reaction

well, i mean, he’d hate to disappoint so-

he leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek and wrap you in hug

‘what are you tryin’ to be all cute for, angel?’  he muttered against the sensitive skin of your neck 

a light blush dusted across your cheeks so you buried your face into the crook of his neck to hide it, ‘i don’t know.’ you replied in an awkward mix of your natural voice and the uwu voice

matsukawa snickered, rubbing up and down your spine with the large palm of his hand, ‘so you’re not gonna tell me, huh?’ he asked, playfully flicking your spine, resulting in a slightly whimper escaping your lips

‘is this a prank?’ he inquired further, holding a tight grip on your waist so you were unable to pull away - not that you wanted to anyway.

‘kinda.’ you snickered at how surprisingly quick he caught on

‘i fucking knew it.’ he chuckled, pushing you away from him to pressed a rough kiss against you lips, ‘but keep your real voice, angel. not to sound like a simp but it’s one the sweetest things i’ve ever heard.’

‘simp.’

‘shut up.’ he smiled and lightly flicked your back once more 

Kentarō Kyōtani 

he thought it was a sex thing-

you were just showing him your new-found talent while he was blushing furiously and just like ‘shut up, (y/n)! we’re in public! 😡😳’

and you just kinda shuffled awkwardly ‘what does that have to do with anything?’

‘you can’t just do stuff like that in front of everyone!’

he’d probably pull you onto his lap and cover your mouth with his hand to silence you

in his mind, the uwu voice = calling your s/o ‘daddy’ or ‘mommy’

like- just a bit too taboo to do in public-

you were so confused

‘kyōtani, get you’re filthy, dry hand off my mouth right now’

he wasn’t exactly sure what you said considering that his hand served the purpose of muffling your speech but he did hear that you called him by his full surname opposed to just ‘kyō’, ‘baby’  or ‘babe’ hence, you were probably angry 

‘i’m going to move my hand but i swear to god if you do that fucking voice again.’ he growled into your ear, that alone probably should’ve made you feel threatened but knowing kyōtani, he’s all bark and no bite; well, at least when it comes to you 

he slowly removed his hand from your mouth and you just shot him the deadliest glare 

he’s never going to recover from that one tbh- your eyes alone just scarred him for life 

without a word, you grabbed your bag from under your desk to search through it for a moment until you pulled out a small bottle of lotion

‘give me your hands.’

‘no.’ kyōtani rolled his eyes; he didn’t like the idea of putting lotion on his hands bc it’d made his hands slippery and if his hands were lubricated how was he supposed to GRIP?

‘i wasn’t a question.’ you scoffed, grabbing his hand and squeezing a dollop of lotion onto it, ‘have you ever moisturized in your life? your hands are so ashy.’

‘right, okay.’ kyōtani murmured, not even bothering to answer your silly question

‘ashy hands~’ you absentmindedly cooed in the uwu voice while spreading the lotion evenly across his palm

after realising what you hand just said, you immediately shifted your gaze onto kyōtani to see if he was livid >:)

but actually, he was painted a deep shade of red with his head turned away from you 

‘you’re going to hell.’ he hissed, not daring to meet your gaze just in case his face erupted in a blush once more

‘i’ll see you there~’

Satori Tendō

he’d look you dead in the eye and try to copy you lmao

like what else was he supposed to do? lmao

plus, he was sure of the fact he could do it better than you ✋

‘uwu-’ he choked on his own spit as that hellish sound left his mouth

‘TENDŌ!!’ you wheezed, covering your mouth to prevent an ungodly noise escaping, ‘sir, your vocal cords-’

‘wait do it again, do it again!’ he encouraged, clasping his hands together to plead

you snickered before raising the pitch of your voice once more, along with throwing up a little peace sign, ‘you’re such a swut!’

now it was tendō’s turn to wheeze

after a while, he was finally able to compose himself and attempt to imitate ✨ the voice ✨

‘you’re a whore!~’

you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth, ‘WAIT, SATORI THAT WAS SO GOOD!’

tendō quirked a brow, shuffling in closer to you, taking your hand in his and placing a kiss upon the tips of each of your fingers absentmindedly, ‘really?’

‘yeah’ you nodded rapidly, not even bothering to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks at his random kisses 

‘i love you, baby~’ you hummed, pursing your lips in hoped he’d pick up on what your were asking for

‘i love you way more~’ he cooed, leaning in and connecting his lips with yours

honestly, y’all probably never use the voice again after that 

(other than when you play a prank on ushijima :P)

but it’s a fond memory lol

Keiji Akaashi

you did it as a prank but akaashi thought it was for his attention lol

he was just sitting at his desk, ‘studying’ hard (by ‘studying’, i mean he was blankly staring at his notes while thinking about you) while you were sitting on his bed, taking a well-earned break

then you saw a girl on your fyp try the prank out on her bf and ofc you had to try lmao

i mean, it was harmless :)) unlike some of the other pranks floating around

the only thing that could possibly get hurt during this prank was your pride

so you immediately tried it out

‘angel~’ you cooed, trying your best to keep the voice on and stifle a snicker as you watched him visibly perk up upon hearing you, ‘are you hungwy? do you want me to make you some snacks?’

akaashi turned around his chair to look at you and shoot you a sweet smile

HIS SMILE OEIHNFEVBEI pls it’s so holy 🥺🙏

anyway, he replied in his equally as angelic, mellow voice, ‘i’m fine, love. thank you though, you’re so sweet.’

you nodded in response, thinking that you weren’t going to get much of a reaction out him so you were about to go back to scrolling until he inquired further

‘by the way, what’s with the voice?- don’t get me wrong, it’s cute; i’m just curious.’

you let out a sigh, a smile gracing your lips as you figured that you’d end the prank here- you were too impatient to continue lol

‘it was just for a little prank thing.’

an understanding ‘ah’ fell from akaashi’s lips before he got up from his desk and slowly slinked towards you, cupping your face in his soft hands, caressing your cheek gently with his thumb as his lips teasingly hovered over your own

‘well, i’d be lying if i said i’m not fond of it.’ he hummed, his gaze fixated on your eyes for the most part but every few seconds it’d drop to send brief, longing looks at your lips 

he stole a quick kiss before backing away slightly, his hand staying glued to your cheek for as long as possible 

‘i’ll go fetch us some snacks- i’m suddenly craving popcorn.’

he left you in his room alone, blinking rapidly while trying to process what just happened

you just unlocked suave! akaashi

[lesbiansforboromir]

Let me tell you all about a very personally satisfying HC I have that, whilst perhaps explaining some things within the books, is really just for my own enjoyment. 

So, the idea originates in the concept that everyone in the Dol Amrothian line are very spooky. The close elven lineage and living near an old abandoned elven haven had particularly mysterious effects on the whole family. Sure there are Dunadain in Gondor and they can develop certain spooky traits, but the Lords of Dol Amroth start out spooky and usually stay that way. It goes up and down depending on the individual, but generally they are all uncanny at the very least.

Denethor can see into the hearts of men, yeah ok cool I guess. Imrahil goes down to the Dol Amroth harbour at dusk and whispers to the swans until midnight, he answers questions you were sure you did not say out loud, he can make you weep with genuine grief over a sadness he hasn’t even mentioned. Speaking with Finduilas sometimes makes you feel like time passes in an instant, or incredibly slowly, or not at all... except no... really... how much time has passed? Wasn’t it just morning? How is the sun setting already? Or, oh my gosh, I’m going to be late! Or... not..? it’s barely been a few moments, yet I feel like I just lived a lifetime...

Ivriniel insists this is all nonsense, doggedly, she refuses to acknowledge it, no matter how many political rivals raise her considerable ire and come down with a mysterious and debilitating illness the next day. Grandmother Duilindes is just straight up a witch. ‘It’s all for the honour of Eru’ she says placatingly, as she enters her rooms in the Palace that she forbids anyone else from entering.

Denethor had heard these rumours before meeting Finduilas and, sure, he sometimes feels like he is being hunted, only to turn and find Adrahil’s eyes on him. But Dunadain are just a little strange like that! Surely it’s been blown out of proportion. He believes this up until he comes to Dol Amroth as Finduilas’ suitor. 

Denethor: Shall we take a walk after dinner? Everyone looks up from their plates in alarm Adrahil: Are you joking? Denethor: ??? Imrahil: It's the seventh day! The gardens aren't to be disturbed! Denethor, whispering to Finduilas: What does that mean?? Finduilas, chuckling: oh, Denethor! 

He sees Imrahil whispering to the swans at one point and is about to call out to him before Finduilas quickly gestures him silent.

Denethor, whispered: What is he doing? Finduilas: Shh, if the swans hear us we'll surely be attacked. Denethor: But then shouldn't Imrah- Finduilas: SHH.

One evening Ivriniel sweeps in with a stormy countenance, muttering over Lord Garahel’s stupidity. The next morning Denethor hears Imrahil mention that Lord Garahel has been taken ill with some fainting sickness. The look he gives Ivriniel is enough for her to know his mind. 

Ivriniel: Your imagination will run wild Denethor, I had thought you more reasonable. You think I, what? Cursed him? Don’t be ridiculous. Denethor, turning to Finduilas: Do you think... she knows she's doing it? Finduilas: Oh no, in fact she's determined to remain ignorant to it. Denethor: Can you... do that? Finduilas: I havent tried :)

At some point Finduilas had told Denethor that ‘Imrahil is the odd one of the family’ and by the end of the visit all Denethor can think is ‘by what metric??’

Denethor had to admit to himself privately that he was not at all put off by Finduilas’ nature, but he did have cause to worry what their children would be like. Finduilas came across Denethor, early after Boromir’s birth, rocking him to sleep and murmuring softly; 'I may have my failings as a father, I am sure I shall, but I swear they will be honestly meant, I love you so dearly my son... please do not curse me when you are older and I do not allow you everything you ask. I promise I only ever have your wellness in mind.' And she thought it was very sweet and proper, but she didn’t tell him he was wrong! And for very good reason! 

Boromir was an unnerving child. He learned to speak just a little too quickly, and when he did he would often say uncanny things, too knowing things, indecipherable things that became daunting the longer you thought about them. He had such a powerful grasp of complex feeling that he would often solve arguments between adults, explain emotions back at his parents or offer reasons for another child’s behaviour that were so accurate it became uncomfortable. 

3yo Boromir: (explains the reason Denethor’s secretary was distracted that day unprompted) Finduilas: (laughs) yes that's right! Denethor: It's.... TOO right. Finduilas: Oh well children are intuitive aren't they? Denethor, picking Boromir up: ... I feel under qualified to teach you things. Boromir: (baby-giggles but in a like way too knowing way)

And then sometimes Denethor would be sitting reading on a bench on a balcony in the early evening with Boromir contentedly playing with a fiddle-toy beside him, and suddenly his son’s voice would break the silence with; 'When I wasn't here I was colder, so I think I like it here, I'll stay. The air isn't as delicious but there's more to see.'

And then he’d go back to playing as though nothing was wrong whilst Denethor had an existential crisis. 

Denethor: W.. where were you, before? Boromir: Well I didn't know, because I couldn't know, but now I can know things, just not that. I haven't decided if I like it.

He asks Finduilas about it as soon as he can find her and she just laughs, ‘don't worry he'll forget he knows that in a few years’ she says, as though that helps at all.

But in general this is as far as Boromir ventures into the ‘spooky Dol Amroth’ territory. Sometimes he mentions things he CHOSE NOT to do that suggests he is capable of more, but other than randomly forcing Denethor to consider his position in the universe and reading him for shit, the first five years of being a parent is fine for Denethor.

At one point, when Boromir was about two, someone asked Finduilas if they were planning for another baby soon. Finduilas laughed ruefully, as though everyone would know that was a foolish question. ‘Oh no, much too soon for that’ she said. Denethor knew he had to follow up on what the hell that meant later. But when asked, all Finduilas said was ‘Oh you know! If siblings are born too close then they align their powers. Haven’t you heard my father talk about my uncles?’ She says it with the same tone as reading something out of a parenting manual. Denethor doesn’t want to hear about Finduilas’ uncles, but accepts this is important and stops thinking about it.

And it’s a good thing they did wait because, whilst Boromir was unnerving, Faramir is straight up terrifying.

What Denethor realised was that Boromir had been showing restraint. Faramir however was very comfortable with his powers and saw no reason not to use them. Denethor would find himself lost in baby Faramir’s eyes, feeling unable to move simply because of the weight of his stare. Finduilas and Boromir would have to save him from Faramir’s grasp, an act that would make Faramir look very put out. 

If people irritated Denethor when he was holding his youngest son, then just a glance from this child would make them drop whatever they were holding, Faramir grinning victoriously all the while. If Faramir did not want to take a bath then Finduilas would have to be present in case the baby decided to make Denethor relive his entire childhood. 

Sometimes Denethor would come outside to see his toddler just surrounded by the street cats of Minas Tirith, conducting some kind of incomprehensible tribunal that all the cats appeared to abide by. At one point Boromir was holding Faramir when Faramir grasped his brother’s face and pulled so that their eyes locked. Boromir passively held Faramir’s intense gaze for a while in this charged and tense moment, before calmly looking away as Faramir pouted. Denethor once again begged Finduilas to explain, but all she had to give was a fond sigh and a ‘Aw, Faramir just wants to get to know him, but our Boromir is too canny, Ivriniel and I used to do that.’ Denethor is used to helpless bemusement and concern by now. 

Now the SECOND part to this HC- YES I’M STILL GOING, THIS IS ALL IMPORTANT- the second part is that Dol Amrothians ALSO get a kind of ‘choice’. (This is likely not at all canon friendly tbh but uwu I can have a leetle canon noncompliance if it doesn’t effect the vast expansive canon... as a treat) It is far more unconscious and happens in childhood, but there is a point where a child will ‘decide’ to continue being spooky or to be more mundane. This never overrides ALL the spookiness, hence Ivriniel’s intermittent cursing and Finduilas’ occasional time dilation, but Imrahil still out spooks the lot of them. Amongst the family this is known as ‘settling’.

Boromir settles when he is eight. One day he comes to breakfast and Denethor looks into his son’s face and feels like he is suddenly more in the world, more in the moment. Boromir seems as himself as ever, but he makes friends easier afterwards. Whereas he had always been liked, now he is popular and has close relationships with children, rather than always seeming too distant. This also coincides with one of Gandalf’s rare visits. He had been trying to connect with Boromir, trying to engage him on very specific topics. Boromir had not been amused. 

Denethor would never say that Boromir hating Gandalf’s vibes was the reason he settled for mundanity. Boromir had many good reasons, he is sure. But the fact that he chose that moment to settle, so that Denethor was allowed to watch Gandalf also realise that Boromir was no longer ‘apt to his hand’, well he might have gleaned some little pleasure from it. 

The only aspect Boromir retains is his general resistance to such spookiness. Hence his frustration in both Rivendell and Lothlorien, the time distortion of those places not effecting him and the imposed rest not touching him, meaning he feels every passing day keenly. It also explains his resistance towards the Balrog’s doomful presence, as well as his heightened distress at Galadriel’s ability to see into his mind, where he had always been able to defend himself before. 

Faramir on the other hand is seven when he settles, thoroughly content with his spooky powers and wanting even more command over them. It is with this settling that he becomes able to sometimes cause people pain for lying to him. Denethor... struggles as a single father for many reasons.

[tothemeadow]

Masterlist (Pillars)

 Masterlist for All Pillars

Tomioka Giyuu

Scenarios

Snowfall

you wait for your beloved to come home (GN)

To See You Smile

all you want is to see him smile (GN / female)

Autumn Day

you pick out the perfect pumpkin with Giyuu (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Don’t Do It

Kinktober Day 5: why give into his wishes when you can have fun? (female) [NSFW]

Sweet Things

Kinktober Day 6: Giyuu’s always gentle when it comes to you (female) [NSFW]

Six Hearts Under

Giyuu can’t feel anything but guilt after your death; that is, until your spirit shows up (GN) [angst]

Dreaming of the Other Side

even after your death, Giyuu still finds comfort in the thought of you (GN) [angst]

Headcanons

River of Love

Giyuu’s stuck in a love triangle with you and Sabito

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

he has an S/O who’s scared of thunderstorms

Fairytale

he has an S/O that is a fairy

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

you shyly give him flowers along with your confession uwu (GN)

Rengoku Kyojuro

Scenarios

Butterflies

Kyojuro catches bugs with his children (female)

Forgive My Guilt

after you have a confrontation with death, Kyojuro feels more than guilty for not being there to protect you (GN) [angst]

Already Gone

you can’t get over your late husband (GN) [angst, 50 Follower Special Prompt]

Eat Your Cake and then Some

where Kyojuro indirectly pops the question (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Golden Boy

there’s a beauty to Kyojuro’s warmth when it’s raining outside (GN) [NSFW, 50 Follower Special Prompt]

My Dear Brother

Senjuro accompanies Kyojuro on the Mugen Train mission and learns what it means to protect others - especially his brother [angst]

Firelight

you and Kyojuro share some snuggles while riding out a storm (GN)

Different

Kinktober Day 4: for once, Kyojuro’s bent over for you (GN) [NSFW]

Showoff

Kinktober Day 5: Kyojuro shows off how pretty you are (male) [NSFW] {+ Tengen}

Fluid Movements

Kinktober Day 6: beats aren’t the only thing dropping in the club (AFAB, GN (kinda)) [NSFW]

Surprise, Surprise

Kinktober Day 7: Kyojuro was not expecting to see that when he came home from a long mission (female) [NSFW]

Hot-Blooded

you argue with Sanemi on the regular; one day, things take a turn for the worst. Kyojuro finally decides to step in. (GN)

Want You, Need You

you belong to Kyojuro, right? then why are with another guy? (female) [yandere, dark themes]

Together Forever

you’re Kyojuro’s, you know. whether you like it or not (female) [yandere, dark themes]

To My Love

Kyojuro’s jealous of your close relationship with Giyuu... Shinobu convinces him otherwise (GN)

Devil Inside

Being a slayer, Kyojuro knows how wrong it is to be absolutely whipped for a demon. It’s not his own fault that you give him mind-blowing sex. (female) [NSFW, COMMISSION]

A Wild Beast

Kyojuro comforts you over the fact that you’re breathing technique is slowly turning you into a wolf (GN)

Savior

Being the Flame Pillar’s tsugoku is no easy task; saving his brother, however, proves to be something else entirely. (GN) [angst, COMMISSION]

Picking Daisies

Kyojuro wants to make you his, but someone else is in the way... (female) [yandere, dark themes]

Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

you waited all day to give your crush some Valentine’s chocolates, only to be shot down by somebody else; turns out your crush had the same idea... (female/GN)

Coming Under Fire

Kyojuro decides to take your relationship to the next level while teaching you how utterly amazing you are, no matter what anyone else says. (female) [NSFW, COMMISSION]

Headcanons

Jealousy

you’re jealous of the relationship between Kyojuro and Mitsuri (female)

Falling Leaves, Rising Hearts

some autumn HCs for Kyojuro (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Hear My Heart

you’re deaf and Kyojuro’s a sweetheart (GN)

Your Tummy is Cute

you have a very soft tummy and you’re insecure about it (GN)

Yandere HCs

(self-explanatory) [dark themes]

My Shiny Teeth and Me

you’re self-conscious about your teeth (GN)

Milk Bags for Days

Kyojuro has a busty S/O (female) [spicy]

Valentine’s w/ Kyojuro

fluffy Valentine headcanons! (GN)

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Fairytale

he has an S/O that is a fairy

Birthday HCs

how he celebrates his birthday! [SFW & NSFW]

It’s Just Fluff

Kyojuro with a chubby S/O (female)

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

you shyly give him flowers along with your confession uwu (GN)

Tokito Muichiro

Scenarios

Gemstones

Muichiro’s eyes are certainly beautiful (GN)

White Wedding

you and Muichiro get married (female)

I am Babey (Among Us AU)   /  part 2

Muichiro is an Impostor but swears to protect you (GN) {+ Pillars}

Warmth 

you keep Muichiro warm (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Goodbye

Muichiro breaks your heart (GN) [angst, 50 Follower Special Prompt]

Feed Me

where Muichiro is a vampire and you’re delicious (female) [spicy, 50 Follower Special Prompt]

With Eyes Shut

Kinktober Day 4: vampire Muichiro cannot get enough of you (female) [NSFW]

Blue Moon

Kinktober Day 6: your blood is too sweet for Muichiro to deny (female) [NSFW]

Make Me

Muichiro is a pompous little brat and you put him in his place (female) [NSFW]

Milky

Muichiro and Inosuke are your special boys who love your breasts and everything that comes with them (female) [NSFW]

Darling, What did You do for Those Pearls?

Mitsuri and Muichiro are your pretty, pretty sugar babies... (female) [NSFW]

A Touch too Much

all Muichiro wants to do is please his mistress... (female) [NSFW]

Blue Lilies

in the late hours of the night, your only sense of comfort is Muichiro (GN)

Of Cream and Lace

Muichiro and Inosuke in pretty dresses and panties. That’s it. (female) [NSFW]

Cleanup in Aisle Four

during a shopping trip, Muichiro and Inosuke get a bit restless due to the toys you put them (female) [NSFW]

Addiction

you and Muichiro are simply addicted to each other (female) [NSFW]

Stellatus

you sit in Muichiro’s lap and gaze up at the stars (GN)

Game On

it’s only fair that Muichiro gets his revenge on you after you distract him from playing his game, no? (female) [NSFW]

Headcanons

In Ill Health

Muichiro comforts you when you’re feeling sick (GN / female)

Memory Goes Brrr

Muichiro has an S/O with a horrible memory, just like him (GN)

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

he has an S/O who’s scared of thunderstorms

Reactions

I Put a Spell on You

Muichiro reacts to you wearing the dancer outfit from Shantae (female) [suggestive themes]

Iguro Obanai

Scenarios

Praise Daddy

Kinktober Day 3: Obanai deserves all the praise he can get (GN) [NSFW]

In my Dreams

in a faraway town, people are going missing, and it’s up to Obanai to get to the bottom of it; he wasn’t expecting that a succubus was behind them all (female) [NSFW]

Headcanons

Obanai the Science Guy

some Kimetsu Gakuen HCs

Valentine’s w/ Obanai

SFW & NSFW Valentine’s celebration (GN)

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry

he has an S/O who’s scared of thunderstorms

Kocho Shinobu

Scenarios

Pretty Present

Kinktober Day 2: Shinobu presents you a gift and you eagerly accept it (female) [NSFW]

More

Kinktober Day 5: you want Shinobu to give you what you want (female) [NSFW]

One, Two, Three

Kinktober Day 7: you’re Shinobu’s pretty little pet and she adores you (female) [NSFW]

The Biggest

you’re only slightly taller than Shinobu but you hold it over her constantly (female)

Quarantine Cuddles

just some straight up fluff with Shinobu (GN)

Headcanons

Cottagecore

(self-explanatory)

Bun in the Oven

pregnancy HCs

Himejima Gyomei

Scenarios

My Immortal

Gyomei curses himself for being blind (GN) [angst]

Gentle

you snuggle on Gyomei’s tiddies (GN)

Headcanons

Gyomei with a Thicc S/O

(self-explanatory) (female) [both SFW & NSFW]

Kanroji Mitsuri

Scenarios

A Prayer

her body, the temple. you, the worshipper (GN) [slight NSFW]

I’m in Control

Kinktober Day 5: Mitsuri makes a bottom out of you (male) [NSFW]

Darling, What did You do for Those Pearls?

Mitsuri and Muichiro are your pretty, pretty sugar babies... (female) [NSFW]

Quarantine Drabble

you and Mitsuri spend another day in domestic bliss (GN)

Headcanons

That’s My Cup of Tea

some dating HCs (GN) [50 Follower Special Prompt]

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Scenarios

Bratty Sanemi

Kinktober Day 1: Sanemi’s a mouthy brat and you put him in his place (GN) [NSFW]

Gimme Gimme

Sanemi just wants your attention, dammit! (GN)

All She Wrote

Sanemi knew he lost a long time ago, but it still hurts to watch his loved one with someone else (female) [angst]

Headcanons

Sanemi with Someone who Doesn’t like Blood

(self-explanatory) (GN)

I Bet You Wanna

in which Sanemi tries to woo you (GN) {+ Sabito}

Teehee

you have a dark sense of humor 

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Fairytale

he has an S/O that is a fairy

Receiving Flowers

you give him flowers uwu

Uzui Tengen

Scenarios

More and More

after being away for so long, Tengen’s just glad to see you (GN) [NSFW]

Godlike

Tengen is just too pretty (GN)

Daddy is too Good to Me

Kinktober Day 3: Tengen’s way too amazing to look at and you want more (female) [NSFW]

Love you, Hate you

Kinktober Day 6: what Tengen wants, Tengen gets. it’s not his fault you’re stubborn (female) [NSFW]

Redlight

Kinktober Day 7: an absolute stranger brings you the night of a lifetime (female) [NSFW]

A Healing Heart

After a grueling training session with Tengen, you’re hurt badly. Granted, you and Tengen don’t always get along, but he seems to feel guilty... Amongst other things. (female) [COMMISSION]

Headcanons

Sugar Daddy 

(self-explanatory)

Valentine’s w/ Tengen

SFW & NSFW Valentine’s celebration (GN)

Calling Them Daddy Over Text

(self-explanatory) (uses pictures)

Fairytale

he has an S/O that is a fairy 

Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

you shyly give him flowers along with your confession uwu (GN)

[lunarreaper-ut]

Do they have chronc illness? Having long(er) lives doesn't mean they can't feel it xD

So nighty, isn't corrupted but has some Kind of phantomn tentacles, interesting. Which makes me curious about killer and about his soul state? Is it like canon killer or... ??

I want to know... I really really do... Are there any rumors going around the castle? Especially about nighty and killer and their... Nightly visits~ uwu do people mistake it AS something else like *cough*naughty*cough* things or maybe believing nighty is torturing killer or idk, any Kind if ridiculous story? Do people even now that killer chills in nightys room (where he actually gets storys read by the king of night himself, lol. Its so cute i swear! Oh if they would know haha 🤭<3) And also ... Do they sometime uumm.. (Obliviously) happen to Cuddle while reading/listening to each other, sometimes???

Oh and Pls tell me... Do any of them have any Kind of habbits? Im curious^^

Ps: will u maybe make something like an relation chart someday??? Dont have to, just asking. :3

Oh these are good questions! All your questions are good but nonetheless >w<

Let's get into it!

Do the Kings have any Chronic Illnesses?

I'm not sure exactly what you mean, but I assume you're talking about like disabilities? Like how some people headcanon (me included) that the original Nightmare has back problems because of the tentacles?

If that's the case, then technically Nightmare does have one, but it's not the back issues. Nightmare has minor vision issues in his right eye, because of an injury in the past. He also has a pretty obvious scar, which makes him rather intimidating. I haven't mentioned it because I haven't finished his design yet and I haven't really had a reason to mention it >w<; (Honestly I haven't really described any of them o.o)

The Kings aren't really all that affected by their age, but they are capable of being scarred or permanently disabled. Their particularly strong immune systems also makes it hard for any serious chronic illnesses to afflict them. It's another one of those "It's not impossible, but it's certainly not likely" situations >w<

Is Killer's soul similar to his canon soul?

Yep! Killer's soul does appear outside of his body, but it is visually different from the original Killer. KV!Killer's soul seems to have a white pupil, like an eye! Killer is also able to move his soul around slightly, though only to position it differently around his body. (Such as moving it into the palm of his hand, or around his torso, though it takes a fair bit of effort and he never has a reason to do so.)

Killer's soul is also similar in that it can change into a heart shape when he's feeling particularly positive feelings!

Are there any rumors about Killer and Nightmare's late night visits?

Thankfully for them, no not yet! People don't really pay much attention to the King of the Night or his Guard, and Nightmare usually stays in his office until most of the staff have already gone to sleep. (He works late, Killer has been trying to break him out of the habit.)

Killer and Nightmare already walk around and spend a lot of time together (Since Killer is his Royal Guard), so the idea that Killer would escort Nightmare to his room isn't unsurprising even if someone saw them. If someone were to see Killer going into Nightmare's room, they'd probably just assume it was for some sort of check or precaution. Killer doesn't really sleep in there often either, so there's never been an incident of someone seeing him come out of Nightmare's room in the morning.

Do they cuddle during their late night visits?

Hehe >w< Killer tries to respect Nightmare's boundaries, so he doesn't really do a lot of physical contact with the King, but there are some times where they're a bit more comfortable with each other~! Killer might lean against Nightmare while he reads, or even lay his head in Nightmare's lap when he's feeling particularly bold, and Nightmare allows it.

When he asked what Killer was doing, he just said he was getting comfortable, and Nightmare left it at that. If Nightmare were to ever initiate any physical affection, Killer wouldn't even question it, and would just enjoy it!

So they don't really full on cuddle (yet), but there's some physical affection >w<

Do any of them have any habits?

I assume this is for the main four, so I'll go ahead and answer for those four!

Nightmare

Nightmare has a habit of working late (as previously mentioned). By the time he's finished, most of the castle have retired for the evening (other than those who work night shifts.) He's also developed the habit of scanning the rooms he enters before fully stepping in. That developed because of the assassination attempts.

Nightmare also has the habit (in private) of holding or squeezing comfort items, like the plushy he was gifted. If he can't do that, he taps surfaces. It usually ends up making him look impatient.

Dream

Dream has a habit of talking over people sometimes. He doesn't really mean to, and has been working to fix it. Being the King, he's never really had to fight for someone to listen, so he sometimes forgets that he should be the one listening. He mostly does this to Nightmare, but it truly isn't intentional.

He also has gained the habit of needing to touch Cross in some way if he's nervous. It's usually grabbing onto his clothes or even his hand, but having some contact with Cross is a comfort.

Cross

Cross' habits are mostly in relation to his training. He's developed such a strict routine over the years, that straying from it usually makes him feel off for the rest of the day. He has to do things a certain way or it just doesn't feel right.

Non work related habits though? Cross separates his food on his plate. He's not sure where the habit came from, but he likes keeping his food separated, even if it seems childish. He'll also end up grabbing food or drinks that Dream likes when he means to get something for himself.

Killer

Killer also has the habit of checking a room before entering it. This stems from his years running from the Guardsmen though. Not having eyelights makes it easier for him to carefully examine places or people without getting suspicious. He also habitually cleans his knives. He has to do it at least once a week, but he also does it when he's bored with nothing else to do.

If he's able to, Killer will count the people in the rooms he enters too, and keeps track of who leaves and who comes in. He makes note of people who might be issues, and never lets anyone get within a certain distance of Nightmare without him being certain they can't or won't do harm.

Most if not all of Killer's habits are related to his past or his current job, but there is one that I can think of that isn't job related! Killer has the habit of looking at Nightmare after he tells a joke or a pun. He wants to see Nightmare's reactions.

As for the relationship chart? I'm not sure! I could do one, I just haven't done one before so I dunno how I'd set it up >w<

[flamedoesart]

Woooooo ok going back to my old ways for this one

have you noticed an issue with consent in tommy centric sbi storys? cuz like i feel like a lot of the time shit just fucking happens to him

like in a lot of sbi storys(not just dark sbi ones) i feel like tommy gets little to no agency. like for instance if tommy runs away they drag him back kicking and screaming(no exaggeration). and the next day hes like “lol guys im so sorry i was so rude and i love you so much”. i think it has a lot to do with mental health issues as well. because often in these storys they treat him like he js so mentally ill and sad and suicidal and shit that he cant make decisions for himself.

i guess it also ties into him being ooc a lot in these fics too. like especially in fics where he is a hybrid. like they make it so hes just so soft and uwu baby and he cant make any desisions for himself because he needs his family to do it for him and he never swears or is angry at them💞💞💞💞❣️❣️💕💕💗💗💓💓💖💖 because also they often use the hybrod thing so that when he expresses any anger or discomfort/displeasure with what is happening the just scratch behind his ear so his brain stops working and then its a-okay.

this stuff especially bothers me because i am a trans person who came out when they where 10 so when child characters dont get agency it really grind my gears, as literally no one would say.

and listen i know all of it is just an excuse to have some fluffy sbi moments, and an opportunity for the writer to get the comforts they cant in real life by 3 famous “hot” men . but i dont think that makes it ok.

1. the way they do it infantilizes neuro-divergent

This one is pretty easy to explain, when you say your character with abandonment issues, ptsd, anxiety, adhd and whatever orher shit you give them is soooo cute and helpless and needs other people to make good decisions for him weather he likes it or not🥺🥺🥺 its bad. its bas because it reinforces the idea that all mentally ill people are children or child like.

2. its lazy

listen bbg i get that you wanna feel loved but you could put in even a 🤏 that would be great. it is easy to just not gove your characters agency so you can get to the part you have been replaying in your head over and over a little faster, but its unsatisfying. if you just do a little bit of work, like maybe instead of wilbur telling tommy he cant leave, maybe wilbur says he doesnt want him to leave, so tommy doesnt leave. this shows that wilbur is viewing tommy as a full human person, it shows that tommy loves wilbur, but it also shows that tommy isnt healed enough to admit that.

boom baby i came up with that in like 5 seconds

god im sorry if this is just word vomit i just feel strongly about this fan-fiction trend

tldr: please for the love of god just give tommyinnit a little agency

Sorry I haven’t answered this yet, I did see it in my inbox but then forgot about it. 😭

But honestly yeah I agree with this, although for c!Tommy this is nothing new, literally every character on the dsmp has been mischaracterized and boiled down to one character trait in fanfiction. Morally complex characters like c!Wilbur, c!Sam and c!Quackity being the worst offenders.

But since this is about SBI we will stick to that.

The thing is that a lot of authors do project themselves onto their fave and since in this case it’s c!Tommy, there’s gonna be a lot of woobifying involved. I agree that removing any agency c!Tommy has is not a good way to write him, however I’m a little more sympathetic to him being woobified in fanfics only because in canon he doesn’t get that many moments to be properly loved and taken care of.

Not saying it’s really a great idea, but I understand why.

I personally get annoyed too when authors remove c!Tommys scathing tongue in fanfics. Bc hey guess what, he can be fucking mean and rude at times too. He calls people a bitch and other words but the key aspect of c!Tommy is that his way of showing love is, a lot of the time, proven through actions.

In SBI fics where he is made way more childish than he honestly needs to be (like come on guys, the cc is 18, you can make him a little childish but don’t overdo it for the sake of fluff) it kinda takes away the realism and like you said, his agency. c!Tommy doesn’t just take things lying down, he is rough edges and biting words, that’s who he is.

I think fic authors can do better than just making him a babied version of himself because not only is it kinda :/ to make him constantly dependent upon other people but it’s also just ooc.

I don’t really have much more to say on the matter though, I’ve seen so much ooc writing come out of this fandom alone that it’s impressive (in a /neg way)