#i'm fuzzy it's part of my appeal!!!

[spiraledfaun]

posting this because I've had it happen several times in the past month

if you stop talking to someone immediately the second you find out they have more body hair than you thought, especially because you expect everyone to be fully shaved

you're gross and shallow and I don't like you

people are allowed to have preferences, but there's nothing that more clearly says "I expect you to look exactly like the hairless people in the porn I consume" than ghosting someone the second an inch of their leg or crotch hair is visible in a photo

go outside and look at some real human beings for fucks sake

[arcana-greenleaf]

May I request Demetri finding his mate? I'd love for her to be a bookworm, plus size if you don't mind, I mean sweaters, tons of To Be Read piles, glasses, hair bows, fuzzy blankets, the whole thing. 🥰🥹😭 I think he would be soft with a girl like that(I'm SO not projecting...) I can't get over how amazing your work is 😭🥹

Hehe, another fun request, thank you! <3 Demetri might be a bit OOC here, but honestly? I too am a sucker for soft Demetri. Thank you so much for the support, I appreciate it more than you know! Enjoy! 📖💖

Demetri never expected his mate to be human. Much less someone so… soft?

He first finds her in a dimly lit bookstore, curled up in a reading nook with a massive hardcover, completely oblivious to the world.

She’s wrapped in an oversized sweater that complements her eyes and her glasses are gradually sliding down her nose, requiring her to push them back up every so often.

As far as Demetri can see her hair is held back with a little bow and there is a steaming mug of tea on the table beside her.

She looks like a painting that he would name ‘a perfect picture of warmth and comfort’.

When she finally notices him she pushes her glasses up once again and offers a polite smile before returning to her book.

He’s captivated.

"What are you reading?" he asks, his voice smooth as velvet.

She blinks up at him, clearly startled by his presence, and stammers something about a historical romance.

His lips twitch in amusement and he makes a mental note to read the book later to understand what has her so entranced.

He quickly becomes a huge part of her life.

Demetri notices she often forgets to eat or drink when she’s too absorbed in a book, so he starts bringing her little snacks and gently nudging her to take a break.

She hesitates at first when he compliments her, brushing it off, but Demetri makes it his mission to ensure she knows how utterly magnificent he finds her.

He adores her reading nook, her towering TBR piles, the way she annotates her favourite books with tiny notes in the margins and pastel sticky notes, the way she organises her books on the shelves, the way she enthusiastically retells him the plot of the book she is currently reading.

He loves to tease her. "I found my mate & she’s more interested in fictional men than in me."

If she falls asleep with a book in her lap he will carefully remove it, mark the page and drape a fuzzy blanket over her.

If anyone so much as looks at her the wrong way, his usual easy charm disappears while his terrifying side emerges. But around her? He’s gentle. A knight sworn to a queen she doesn’t even realize she is.

She is constantly ranting about books and Demetri is so soft for it. He just sits there, chin resting on his hand, watching her with complete and utter devotion while she goes on and on.

"And then – oh my god – he sacrificed everything for her, and she still thought he didn’t love her! Like, HELLO?!"

He hums, amused. "A tragedy, truly."

"RIGHT?"

Honestly he has no idea what’s happening, but she’s happy, so he’s happy.

Sometimes she gets self-conscious about rambling but he immediately shuts that down.

"I could listen to you talk for eternity, darling."

Demetri might be couple of millenniums old but he does not understand the concept of fuzzy blankets.

"Dearest, why do you require this?" "Because it’s cozy?"

He lifts the edge of the blanket with a single finger while staring at the softness as if it offends him. "It is unnecessary. You have me."

"Okay but you don’t come in an oversized, fluffy, warm, machine-washable form."

"Machine-washable?" He repeats, deeply unimpressed. "I am eternal."

She just snuggles deeper into the blanket, murmuring, "Mmm. But is your eternity fleece-lined?"

He loses to the blanket multiple times before he finally starts to understand the appeal.

Demetri quickly learns that a "quick stop" at the bookstore is never really a quick stop.

"Only five minutes, I just need one book."

Forty-five minutes later, Demetri is holding an entire stack while she debates between two editions of the same book.

"This one has deckled edges," she explains. "But this one has sprayed edges. The struggle is real."

Demetri, a vampire with infinite patience, simply stares at her.

Eventually, she just gets both and like a proper gentleman he insists he pays for them.

He loves watching her push her glasses up when they slide down her nose or how she peeks over the frames when she’s suspicious of something.

Sometimes, she loses them and panics. "Demetri, have you seen my…oh."

He’s already holding them out to her with a smirk. "You mean these?"

"...How long have you had them?"

"Long enough to enjoy the show."

One time he tries them on. instant regret

"How do you see through these?" He scowls, blinking rapidly. "This is horrific."

"That’s what I’m saying!" she exclaims. "Now you know my pain!"

He immediately takes back every time he ever teased her about misplacing them. She’s fighting for her life out here.

One day as a joke, she puts one of her bows on him.

A baby pink, frilly hair bow, right on top of the Volturi’s most dangerous tracker.

"...You will remove this," he says, deadpan.

She just grins. "But you look adorable."

The rest of the Volturi are in shock when Demetri walks through the halls with it still in his hair.

Aro is delighted. "Ah, young love!"

Felix and Jane are dying. They will never let him live that down.

Demetri sighs and accepts his fate. He can never say no to her.

She gets excited about romance tropes and tries to get him to recreate them with her.

"Demetri, we need to do the one bed trope."

"But dearest, we share a bed every night."

"No, no. You have to complain about it first, then dramatically sigh before giving in."

He humours her, dramatically throwing himself onto the bed. "Fine! But only because there’s no other option."

She giggles and cuddles up to him.

He secretly loves how invested she is in this.

Then she reads a book where the love interest casually leans against the doorway, arms crossed, looking lovinglyat the main character.

Once again she convinces Demetri to try it.

He props himself up against the doorframe, all smirks and sharp jawline, literally like he just walked out of a book.

"Like this, love?" he asks, his voice like silk.

"Mmmhmm," she nods with a blush, suddenly forgetting every coherent thought.

He pushes off the frame with a pleased smile.

He does it randomly now just to see her flustered reaction.

She is constantly giving him book recommendations.

"Demetri, this one has an intense, brooding, immortal love interest. It’s literally you."

He flips through the pages. "So, I’m a ‘tortured soul with a tragic past and a poetic way of speaking’?"

"Well… yeah."

He smirks. "Flattering, really."

He actually does read them (because it makes her so happy).

The best part? He engages in serious discussions afterward.

"I must say, darling, this hero is hardly as brooding as you claimed. If he were truly tormented he wouldn’t monologue so much."

[diana-bluewolf]

It’s this blog's first birthday! 🥳 Wanted to gather some of my fav drawings and thoughts about being in the fandom.

Being in a fandom is not always easy, but it is definitely worth it. 

1. It’s a perfect soft-skill trainer. It teaches me to focus on what I can control (like my reactions) rather than what I can’t (other people’s opinions). To be myself and not be ashamed of my interests. To stop overthinking and just enjoy the process. To accept imperfection as an inevitable part of any art…and myself. To stop comprehending the terms ‘self-indulgent’ and ‘cringe’ as synonyms. To prioritise my own well-being to avoid burn-out. And most importantly, not to cringe at my art I posted a day ago 🤣

2. It's a powerful therapy tool. I mean, have you tried to write an OC? Poor things, I don't envy them, but it turned out to be a perfect instrument to understand my own head's wiring better. It's like my subconscious is speaking to me through my OC's actions. I started this blog at one of the most challenging times in my life (let's just say that characters with external and internal scars appeal to me on a personal level. Not to be dramatic. Ok, I am, sorry, it's my only flaw), and it affected Chris severely, to the extent that I couldn't even imagine it would. But all the insights I got about myself via him are priceless. 

3. It’s the best source of inspiration. I had been in the art block for years, but seeing your guys cool art reignited my desire to draw. It was difficult (to say the least) to start posting amateur art about my MC on the blog that was followed for the screenshots of the popular characters, but I’m glad I did because, in another case, I would have never met some of my friends here. My art style is inconsistent as I keep experimenting, so some of my drawings are way better than others, but I’m still growing and proud of it. 

4. And most importantly, it's brought me together with some of the coolest people in my life. I'm so grateful to everyone who follows/followed me. Thank you so much for your support now or in the past, even if you just lurk. If you regularly appear on my notifs, I do recognise you and am very grateful. Even if I don't always respond - sorry, it's just because my social battery is often very low. I'm the most introverted introvert irl, even though I don't seem like one here. I'm training to overcome my social anxiety here, can you tell? 🤣 

Here I wanted to write something about my moots, but…Well, I have no idea how to continue whatever I had intended to write because just a thought of you all got me terribly overwhelmed with warm fuzzy feelings 😑 I blame you, guys 😤 So I will just write that I love you, but know this is an understatement.

Love this fandom, its creativity and all the incredibly talented and supportive people here. You guys are the best 🤗

[xxatlasxx]

Trans!chay, cam boy, cake sitting.

"Tell me why again we're shopping for a cake when it's none of our birthdays?" Bar asked as he followed Chay to yet another display full if colorful cakes in varying shapes and sizes.

"Its for my, you know, thing, i do on Thursday nights." Chay hissed through gritted teeth.

It's funny how he could sit naked in front of a cam exposing himself to a bunch of strangers on the Internet, but saying it out loud in public had the tips of his ears burning red.

He finally decided on a cake that seemed to match an invisible checklist in his head from what Bar could observe.

They paid and headed back out front to wait for a ride back to their dorms. When they arrived, they parted ways at the elevator, ohm opting to visit his study buddy while Chay headed back up to his room.

He set the cake on the counter and took a video for his ig story. This was going to be a first for him. He'd done some odd requests before like poor chocolate sauce on the soles of his feet or even eat a plain pizza on camera, but never something like this.

The round cake was kinda pretty, it was a shame he was going to destroy it. The pretty purple flowers made of butter cream shimmered in the dull kitchen light. There wasn't any text, they didn't ask for it.

After he showered, (it was part of his ritual) he set the recording stuff up. He really wasn't sure exactly what angle to go with, so he set up a couple different test shots and recorded himself.

He finally settled on from the floor, his back to the camera. After some final preparations and the plastic sheet on the floor, there wasn't much else to do except the deed.

"Ooh this cake looks delish!" Chay said to the camera as he slowly turned the cake this way and that to the camera. It was getting easier for him to talk to the camera now compared to how shy he used to be.

He set the cake in place and did his little strip tease. He playfully grabbed a little bit of the frosting and rubbed it on his nipples. He really hoped they liked that. He didn't really have much to go on for this custom video, but he was trying.

Eventually he worked himself up to inserting his new plug on camera, gasping at the fairly new sensation still. He wasn't used to this yet, but it seemed to bring in the high rollers so he could get used it.

The plug had a short, purple, fuzzy tail protruding from it. It was going to be a mess to clean the frosting off, but thats future Chays problem.

He played with the plug on camera a little for a bit of teasing warm up. He made sure to emphasize his gasps and little whimpers when he pulled it out and slowly pushed it back in. He pulled it out all the way with a little plop noise, his little hole quivering at the feeling before pushing it back in. He made sure to completely ignore his other hole for the time being.

"Oh my, I'm getting so tired of kneeling, maybe i should take a seat now." Chay said.

Slowly, making sure he was still in view of the camera, he lowered his ass onto the cake. He was a little off center, but he hoped it was still ok. The sensation was very odd, but not off putting completely. The cool icing oozing out from his cheeks kinda tickled. Before he sat all the way he made sure to wiggle around smearing the cake around his bare cheeks even further. He could also feel some of the cake entering his pussy. He didn't even think about that until just now, but he wasn't going to stop now.

He playfully sat up and down squishing the desert further into the ground until it was no longer recognizable. Afterwards he flipped over, legs spread, cunt and cheeks covered in the cake carnage.

It was kinda hot looking actually. Chay could see the appeal. He reached down and scooped up some more and smeared it across his chest licking some of the left over off his fingers afterwards. He made sure to lick his fingers clean nice and slowly too.

He even reached down and scooped some mushy cake from his hole and brought that to his mouth to clean as well. He normally wasn't one for eating his own juices, but they also normally didn't taste like a delicious cake either.

He ended the video by drawing a heart on his chest worth the username Wik inside of it with the smeared cake. They didn't request nor pay for him to finish on cam so he didn't.

After another shower, he sat down with some tea and his laptop to edit the video. He sent it off and turned in for the night.

When he awoke in the morning there was a message waiting for him from the site.

$100,000 baht tip with a message: 🥵 maybe one day i could lick the icing clean from that pretty cunt of yours for you.

Chays stomach tightened at the thought. Maybe he could get used to this.

[pricechecktranslations]

Hi idk if you interact with the evillious chronicles fandom much but was majority of the fandom (at least the eng one) always so toxic? Because since like middle of 2024 I've noticed a lot of drama in the eng fandom for minor things (such as saying that you're #1 fan of x character if someone already says that they're #1 fan of them.) or things that never happened and people ending up having send death threats to them because of that. Obviously I know that fandoms will always have a toxic side but evillious chronicles fandom isn't that big in comparison to other fandoms and still the majority of it is somewhat toxic as hell

This makes me laugh. 2024. This is a 15+ year old fandom.

Yes. And no.

I mean--don't get me wrong, there have always been sane people in it, there have always been pockets of fans that are reasonable and respectful and intelligent (toxic fans typically are a very vocal minority), but there has also always been stupid drama and accusations and flame wars and hatemailing and actually abusive people mixed in with impressionable teenagers. There was a time where it quieted down as everyone got a bit older and more mature (and/or left Evillious for greener pastures), and then it picked up again around the time Evillious got featured in Project Sekai.

I think what you're noticing now is this "newbie boom". I have nothing to do with this new fandom. I'm not in it. I suspect that they are doing a lot of the things that the "old" fans grew out of years ago, but it could be that internet culture in general is more toxic than it used to be (though I will say like. I think Tumblr as a whole has gotten a lot more chill than it was when I first joined? at least the parts I frequent). Unfortunately there is also the inevitable fact that most of the age range Evillious appeals to are tweens, teens, and young adults, who are the most likely to engage in these kinds of toxic social conflicts.

I left the fandom a long time ago and those days when I was more directly involved on the wiki are kind of fuzzy for me (even back then, most of my exposure to the deeper fandom was secondhand). It's possible that it was like months of peace interrupted with the occasional explosion (like when people argued for days over whether or not we could safely consider Gumillia the Master of the Hellish Yard) but my memories of it are a pile of stress and I have no desire to get back into it.

[earthtodora]

Fanfic Writer Interview

Thankyouuu to @uriekukistan and @rocketkid300 for the tag!!

Tagging: @izabella95 and @sailormew4

wow this one is a bit long oops.

How many works do you have on ao3?

i have 36 works (plus a couple of orphaned fics), 32 fics for jjk and 4 for haikyuu! most of my fics are one-shots, but i have a couple of multichapter fics, and there are 2 currently unfinished.

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Saving You: my longest ever project and i'm still not over how much attention this one got. it's an itafushi time travel fix it fic, and writing it made me realize how much i like writing angst and hurt comfort!

so much for keeping this just friends: okay so this is a kuroken one-shot, post-time skip, with a smut scene at the end. i'm a bit confused about how it got so popular (my best guess is the timing, as i wrote it after the movie came out) but i'm really grateful.

i'm not too far and you're my favorite place: also a kuroken one-shot, in a 5+1 format. it's also rated explicit. wait, i think i see a pattern here. so maybe it's the porn, huh?

The Truth Is, I Want To Kiss You - itafushi one-shot (and no, this one doesn't have any smut). yuuji is hit by a curse that makes him say every thought that comes into his head, and megumi is forced to deal with the consequences. actually kinda happy with how this one turned out, and i'm glad so many people enjoyed it.

five times megumi's shikigami were affectionate with yuuji, and one time megumi finally was: - another 5+1, a cute, fluffy, megumi pov oneshot. one of the few times when humor was kinda successful, i think.

Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

i always try to respond to every comment i get. sometimes (like now) i fall behind with comments on my one-shots, but i will eventually catch up! i really appreciate any kind of interaction and feedback from my readers, and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when people leave me a comment.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angriest ending?

you know, i've been called an angst monster, but one thing about my fics is that they always have a happy ending. i just don't have the heart to write sad endings. that being said, at one point when multiple friends of mine started working on MCD fics, i kinda wanted to try it too. but i just can't bring myself to kill off half of itafushi, so they both had to go. there was resolution, and they were together in death, but they still died. so it was kinda bittersweet.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

honestly, most of them end quite nicely, and the ones that don't end happily still have a hopeful ending, if that makes sense. but i guess Saving You is the happiest, cause we get a proposal at the end, and a wedding bonus chapter is in the works!

Do you write crossovers?

i don't have any published ones yet, but i fucked around with a naruto/jjk crossover idea and wrote some scenes. i just like the idea of itafushi showing narusasu how to fucking communicate and be honest with each other. and i like the idea of naruto trying to convince yuuji to befriend the murderous monster sealed inside him, cause for him it worked out pretty well, so why can't it work for yuuji? (sukuna is not amused). basically a crackfic, which may or may not see the light of day.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yeah, i got some mean comments and some weird asks in my inbox once or twice. i don't understand why people get so angry and aggressive over fics, like, you can just close the tab and move on. especially if it's something that was clearly tagged, and was never intended to appeal to your specific taste. constructive criticism is of course always welcome, and i love interacting with readers, but when someone tells me they don't like a certain part and then follows up by telling me that the whole fic is trash, yeah, not a good vibe. lmao i remember getting a really condescending comment about me getting the timeline wrong and how i didn't even bother to get my facts right. spoiler, i had the manga open while writing and i got the timeline correct, so someone made a fool out of themselves by commenting that. ngl, that was pretty funny.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i like writing smut! but, i find that smut attracts a certain type of audience and i just don't have the patience to deal with the problematic ones. people seem to be very particular about their preferred top/bottom dynamics, and they get real upset when i don't follow their headcanons. so, i'll still keep most of my fics sfw, but if the mood strikes me, i might write a smutty one-shot, or an explicit scene in a multichapter fic. my smut scenes are usually pretty heated, and there's a bit of power play involved. i enjoy writing characters taking charge in a fun, consensual kinda way.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

actually, i had multiple fics of mine stolen and posted on wattpad under a different account name. i think the thing that pissed me off the most was seeing the author's notes and the "author" replying to some of the comments, like, are you fucking serious, bro. props to the wattpad tho, they took down the account pretty quickly after i reported it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope, but i would probably cry if anyone wanted to do that.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

also no, but i'd love to!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

i guess no one is going to get surprised if i say itafushi, right? there's just something about their dynamic that has me in a chokehold and won't let me go. i enjoy reading their characterization in different settings, and there are so many ways you can explore their relationship. i also love satosugu, narusasu, kuroken, bokuaka, kagehina and iwaoi, so there's no shortage of fics for me to read.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i have a half-abandoned fic about post-canon megumi going through several stages of spiraling out of control, hearing voices, seeing visions and generally losing it. he's basically having a psychotic break, and it's really dark. i've never written angst to this extent before, and it's hard. i'd love to finish it, but it's a challenge, because i can't quite grasp the tone i want to set for it. might be worth revisiting some time later.

What are your writing strengths?

i love writing dialogue, and i like using it to convey character's personalities and relationships. my fics usually have a lot of banter between characters, and it's usually a lot of fun. i get told i'm good at writing angst, which makes me proud. also, if someone says i'm funny, then i consider that a personal achievement.

What are your writing weaknesses?

as i said, i love writing dialogue. well, it's not a weakness, per se, but my fics often turn out dialogue-heavy, and sometimes i need to balance that out. it's a learning process. my prose is a little bit flat, i don't usually add much detail to descriptions, so there's a lot of room for improvement in that department. it's mostly due to my impatience and desire to move the plot along, but whenever i read beautiful descriptive prose, it makes me wanna work harder.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

if the situation calls for it, and the characters can have a conversation in another language, why not? i watch anime with subs, so honorifics sound natural and don't distract me, but when i use them myself, i like to keep them canon-compliant and not overdo it. some "iconic" japanese phrases do lose their charm when translated (choso hung up on the onii-chan thing is a good example), so in those cases, i'm good with just using the original version. it's a personal preference.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

i'm late to the whole anime party, so i'm still catching up with everything. i managed to finish naruto recently, and i read a bunch of sasunaru fics, and honestly, i would love to try and write something for them. they have a rougher, more aggressive dynamic, certainly more toxic than itafushi, and i'd love to play around with that.

i have 4 haikyuu fics published, but i don't have anything written for kagehina yet, so that's next on the list.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

i had to think about this for a while, cause all of my fics are special to me in their own way. i guess i will always lean towards my angsty ones, cause, i love it when a description of pain gets the reader's emotions all stirred up, and i have a knack for making people cry, apparently. so, i'd say the world is cruel but i still love you (along with the farmfic that follows it up called let's take this mess and make a home)

but i'm kinda happy with my latest angsty one-shot, blessed with a curse, too.

[toujokaname]

Evanescent / Episode 7

Characters: Rinne, Niki, Kohaku, HiMERU  

"This is a special, one-night-only festival revelry. Let us dance the night away together ♪"

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Season: Spring

Location: Ephemeral Festival Stage

Rinne: "GYAHAHAHAHA! BIG! EX! PLOSION! ☆ You bastards went and threw yourselves a nice little festival without us, didn't ya?!"

"Crazy:B's like a swarm of bees, and worker bees who forget their duties? They're in for one hell of a sting to jolt 'em back to life! ♪"

Niki: Nahaha, though rather than a 'sting', it's more of a 'boooom'? If that doesn't wake you up, you're a real deep sleeper ♪

Kohaku: Cough... Cough?! What the hell're y'all doin', bustin' in here outta nowhere?!

Right when we had everythin' wrapped up all neat and tidy...

Rinne: I don't like you talking 'bout PBB like it was some warm, fuzzy memory!

Spouting crap like, "oh, workin' as PBB was so fun," or, "life with Merumeru wasn't half bad," with that satisfied look on your face.

You weren't really thinking sweet little thoughts like that, huh, Kohaku-chan?

If you were hoping to brush it all under the rug and tie everything together with a pretty ribbon, I'll rip that plan to shreds for ya!

Kohaku: Quit screwin' around—I'll knock ya clean out! Nobody asked ya to pull some crazy stunt like that!

Aghh... Thanks a lot, Rinne-han. There go all our honest appeals right down the drain.

Just look at HiMERU-han. He's been standin' there in shock, ain't said a word this whole time.

HiMERU: —No. It simply was becoming too much of a hassle, so HiMERU thought it best to remain silent and wait it out.

Kohaku: Wait it out? There ain't no way you can do that. This stage belongs to me and you, HiMERU-han.

HiMERU: Fufu, it was just a joke. If HiMERU doesn't at least make a joke out of it, he wouldn't be able to bear it.

Niki: HiMERU-kun, are you, like... pissed off for real now?

HiMERU: Haha, no, not at all. HiMERU is perfectly composed. After all, no professional idol would disgrace themselves on stage.

Kohaku: ...I'm pretty sure it's already too late for that.

HiMERU: Besides, this is Amagi we're talking about. Obviously, you didn't just barge in without giving it any thought, right?

Rinne: Uh, nah? I just didn't like that you guys were having your festival fun without me, so I showed up to ruin it for ya.

HiMERU: ...What.

Niki: Whoa, for real?! What's wrong with this guy?! Then what was with that cryptic attitude earlier?!

I always thought you were bad news, but I didn't think you were this far gone!

Rinne: Just so you know, you're part of the bad guys too, Niki. Don't forget it.

Niki: You're the one who forced me into this whole mess! So I'm innocent!

HiMERU: .........

Niki: Uuugh, HiMERU-kun's at a loss for words... I'm scared...

Rinne: C'mon, chill out, Merumeru. I'm a great idol too, y'know. I wasn't planning to just wreck the place and leave with all these fans watching.

Kohaku: It's already completely in shambles, though, ain't it?

Rinne: Hell, that kinda chaos is exactly what Crazy:B's all about ♪

Crazy:B was always meant to be a swarm of venomous bees, sneaking into a pristine flower garden just to screw shit up.

Basically, we're just here to stir up trouble at PBB's stage, carrying the bomb of internal strife among our group.

HiMERU: ...Hm. So, you didn't rush in thoughtlessly after all.

That said. It's been quite a while since you've hijacked another unit's performance...

Niki: Uh, so... what's this mean, exactly?

HiMERU: In short, Amagi intends to turn this stage into a Crazy:B show from here on out.

Kohaku: Then why the hell didn't ya say that from the get-go?! You didn't need to fire off a goddamn bazooka, dumbass!

Ugh... But then again... This is how Crazy:B's always been.

HiMERU: —It would be preferable to disagree, but Oukawa is right.

It seems that even HiMERU, after living a peaceful life as PBB, had begun to forget how much of a nuisance you all are.

But since PBB is going on hiatus after today, perhaps it's time he gets back in shape and remembers how to deal with these noisy bees.

Rinne: Gyahaha, now that's what I call Crazy:B's busy worker bee!

"Anyway. Kept you waiting, huh, folks! From this point on, it ain't PBB's show anymore—it's Crazy:B's time to shine!"

"'In Spring one sleeps, unaware of dawn.'[1] The dreamy air of early spring just makes you wanna sleep in—just like the wise folks of old used to say."

"All you suckers have been sinking deeper into your sweet PBB dream, but it's about time to wake up!"

"Evanescent dreams don't last till morning. And if there's any softie who wants to keep dreamin'..."

"We Crazy:B are here to sting you the hell awake ♪"

"♪~♪~♪"

Kohaku: "Koh koh koh. Remember this well, 'cause this is the Crazy:B I love."

"Sure, that peaceful time in PBB was nice and all, but I'd take doin' this kinda stupid shit with Crazy:B any day."

"They might be a buncha reckless jerks who hijack stages like this, but here with 'em—this is where I feel I truly belong."

Kohaku: "Now I'm fixin' to show everyone here just what makes Crazy:B so special, so y'all better brace yourselves!"

"♪~♪~♪"

Niki: "Nahaha! Kohaku-chan looks like he's having fun after all ♪"

"Maaan, when the whole venue went dead silent after that bazooka blast, I thought we were toast!"

"Oh well, I'll just go with the flow and hype up the crowd too~♪"

"♪~♪~♪"

HiMERU: "♪~♪~♪"

HiMERU: (Good grief. Everyone's just doing whatever they please. The detailed plan HiMERU crafted in advance is completely ruined.)

(Well, since that's broken beyond repair and they're making the stage more lively, there's no point dwelling on it.)

HiMERU: (Actually... "I" might have been hoping for this to happen, somewhere deep down.)

HiMERU: "—Well then, now that you've made a complete mess of things, you'd better make it worthwhile, Amagi, Shiina!"

"Everyone, Crazy:B's Ephemeral Festival is far from over."

"This is a special, one-night-only festival revelry. Let us dance the night away together ♪"

"♪~♪~♪"

[ ☆ ]

Rinne is quoting the poem Spring Dawn by Meng Haoran, one of the most celebrated Chinese poems in Japan. The opening line is a common saying, and interestingly, 春眠 is pronounced 'shunmin,' similar to how the story title would be pronounced 'shunsairei.'

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[autisticempathydaemon]

I wasn't sure if this is where I answer for the redacted match up but I hope it is!^^

feel free to take your time and I hope you enjoy reading this stuff...^^

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?: you've seen the butcher by deftones because I really love deftones as a whole and I really love the intro and I don't know why but the song really reminds me of the Shaw pack.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?: Actually no because I have close to zero patience and I just never really liked them.

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend. : I didn't have any.

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?: my watch later tab on YouTube. An hour of mincraft music followed by every redacted sleep aid.

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?): I changed my name to toby because it fits the personality I like other people to see me as and the good parts of me. And a lot of people who inspire me are named toby in some form.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?: honestly it changes quite frequently but it usually rotates between the D.A.M.N. crew (Gavin and lasko mostly), Sam, and Porter.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.): Elliot and Aaron because Elliots just kind of boring to me and Aaron is just David without the fuzzy.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.: stranger things but only season 3

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?: ollie or Elliot

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.): sentimental stuff like how I met someone or how I've changed over the last few years

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.: Arizona tea (fruit punch one cuz I'm a fruit cake), Dr. Pepper, or mountain dew

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.: redacted wise: Gavin bc he was the first playlist I ever fully watched and I love my Bae

Music wise: my everything playlist called stuffs that I made 4 years ago.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?: the crave series by Tracy Wolff. It's very similar to a lot of redacted and its vampire shit.

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!: I love deftones and Korn. Garfield4life. Lasko is Bae. I found Redacted through the guy confession audio the day it came out. I used to think Damien and lasko were gonna get together because I saw the Damien and Huxley confession cover and had a dream where it was lasko and convinced myself it was real untill I got to that point in the D.A.M.N crew playlist. :]

Hmm, this one was difficult for me. Though you gave me information, I found it hard to glean who you are with that information /nm With that in mind, I think Asher is perfect for you!

I get the vibe that you might not be the type to volunteer a lot when talking about yourself? Asher would be a good match for you in that he’d either be really skilled at easing that info out of you naturally, given his personable and emotionally intelligent nature, or not feeling the need to push or prod, learning about you at your own pace. I also like that you describe yourself as having little patience as that’s how I think of Asher too- at least, until it counts. It’s good for a pair to have similar temperaments, you know?

One of my favorite things about your life with Asher is how much he’d indulge your love of Garfield. Asher Talbot is that boyfriend who goes scours eBay for the things you like no matter what that may be, no matter the cost; he is hounding those auctions like- well, like a wolf. He’s the same way with concert tickets- you know he’s making sure you get the best seats for the next Deftones show, even if he has to save for months. It’s not even his type of music necessarily, as a canon FOB stan, but he listens to their discography for a whole month before the concert to get hyped with you. He’s just like that~

Song:

Maybe we could be/ Sweet eternity/ Are you the one?/ Are you the one?/ Dreaming, I'm sleep/ Are you the one?/ Pray my soul to keep/ Comfort seems unreal/ The opposite of how I feel/ Before I come undone/ Are you the one?

This song came up when I started a Spotify Radio for “You’ve Seen the Butcher”, and I think it suits y’all! One, I always make sure to pick a love song cause matchmaking and romance. Two, it’s got a bounciness to it! It’s fun to listen to; I can easily imagine Asher bopping around at midnight, hopped up on RedBull, while he fixes y’all a snack.

Runner-up:

Vincent is your main runner-up because I think he’d have such a fun time goofin on you about your guilty pleasure books. He’s a vampire; that’s just his right, you know? Milo is your other runner-up because I am imagining Aggro feuding with the little Garfield effigies around your house, and it’s a delightful, silly image.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[nancypullen]

Lingering

I'm ready to clear this house of Christmas decor. I'm ready for more space and uncluttered surfaces. I haven't done it yet because we still have a house full of people, and one is a very busy first grader. A freshly cleaned house and a clean slate in January sounds appealing, but one thing, one simple vignette, is still making me happy. This.

Those flowers are about two weeks old, the mister picked them up at Aldi. I popped them into a vase and placed them on the tray where I keep this year's sweet Christmas cards. I think getting Christmas cards might be one of the most delightful parts of the season for me. I get so tickled when I open the mailbox and see an envelope from someone we love. Friends and family, know that your card is greatly appreciated at this house. If there's a note or letter enclosed, I'll read it more than once. We have a nephew and his darling wife who send a treasured family recipe with every Christmas card. I love it! I blurred the cards a bit in that photo,just for the privacy of the folks who sent them -but that cheerful tray of kind missives makes my heart sing. I snapped that photo early one morning after reading a few of the cards a second (or third or fourth) time. Over the years the tradition of sending holiday cards has started to die. I get it. We live in an instant messaging world of e-vites and rapid texts. The price of a postage stamp is too high and really adds up when you send a bundle of cards. I only sent about 30 this year, and I think we received 20-ish. But I loved every one. I'll probably send out Christmas cards until I die, or at least until I can hobble out to the mailbox. I hope that mine were received with a smile, and that each recipient felt the warm fuzzies I sealed into each envelope. If you're old school like me, and you're still sending cards- bravo, fellow boomer. Let's keep this little love fest going until we're the last card-sending dinosaurs left. An even bigger round of applause to the young folks sending out envelopes full of kindness. Look at you, sprinkling happiness into people's holidays! To the folks who sent us cards, thank you, thank you, thank you for the joy. I'm slowly plodding through that weird lull between Christmas and January - never sure what day it is, don't really care. But I'm eyeballing every bit of glitter and trace of festivity and their days are numbered. TIme for a clean sweep. There's so much we can't control in this crazy world, but our home environment is something we can. I feel the need for an exceptionally fresh start in 2025. How about you? If we're heading into chaos, we might as well have a stable, comfortable sanctuary in our homes, right? Looking for that hygge vibe for the new year. Sending out love and cozy thoughts. We're gaining daylight and really just a couple of months away from the first daffodils and crocuses of spring. Time marches on. Might as well enjoy it. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[takami-takami]

THANK U FOR THE TAG MWAH MWAH Was tagged by @aquadenks to rec some of my own fics so! Some author's notes too, spoiling the subtext lol but giving some behind the scenes info! I'm just gonna pick my favorites, not so much the ones I'd recommend.

For recomendations: Stray Dogs Will Crawl Home for sfw; How to Fix The Ache or Can't Help Myself for nsfw

My faves:

Nightmares. | angst, hurt/comfort

I wrote this to cope with the GRAGGGHH feeling after watching the Lady Nagant episode. Like I wrote this late as hell at night too in order to be normal. I like the way I wrote the panic, it was fun to try and tweak it to be more in character and make the body language and dialogue believable. I find his theme of corruption and being used by the hpsc and feeling shackled to be very interesting to explore. I had to write the boy being comforted for his past or I'd die.

I Think I Love You. | fluff

The cutest fic I ever wrote. Pure good feelings. I genuinely love this one, I think it's adorable and head-over-heels!Keigo is my weak spot. I giggled so hard to myself when I wrote about the platonic kiss to ground himself. He's so cute. Fuzzy feelings. Happy happy happy.

Happy Birthday. | angst

Pure angst. PURE angst.

I had this in my notes for a long while, actually, and had the idea in my head for longer. It's a catharsis piece, very personal. Whenever I would have a moment related to a Thing, I'd pull out my notes app and work on this and just vomit my feelings onto the page. I still remember stopping in the middle of grabbing groceries and pulling out my phone to type the "what did you make me do" part as soon as I thought of it. Typing outside on my phone like a madman. Very therapeutic. Even though it's my least popular fic (probably because of the subject matter and lack of x reader) it means a tremendous deal to me.

How To Fix The Ache. | smut

The smut fic of the bunch— HEAR ME OUT, this is one of my favorite smut fics so I picked it as a representative (My other favs are Crybaby, Accidents, and Sweet, Sweet Indulgence. Not including the mini drabbles. I can answer which of those I like if anyone's curious!). So I'm putting it here. KEIGO YANKING IT MY BELOVED!! I like the pacing here, the tension building, the payoff at the end where he mcLoses it. Sexually frustrated virgin mess Keigo :(((((.

A Dog Unfed. | angst, hurt/comfort

This is my most recent fic but also another favorite of mine! Literally helped me so bad to write this. Do not know where I would be if I didn't write it. I feel like, I honestly didn't want to turn this into a fanfic at first. It was just supposed to be a thing for only me to see about how I'm feeling because the feeling was overwhelming; but I wanted to share it, so I turned it into a thing with Hawks (which also helped a ton)! I think you can tell, at least in the beginning part. I break the fourth wall at the end a little which I thought was cool but definitely was worried about doing. I let go of a lot of inhibitions and a desire to Appeal to Others when writing this one. Like I told myself when I was writing over and over, "all my writings are mine but this one is Mine." Very special place in my heart. <3

But my FAVORITE fic is still being written. Idk when it will be finished though, it's a big one— I don't like posting chapter by chapter, so I'm just gonna finish all the chapters first and then slam it onto the table hopefully.

Tagging ANYONE steal this. :3

[muraski-yume]

3/4 Akira

I was so not ready for this. I'd heard about Akira early into my Japanese journey and based on the poster and the art style I guess I'd expected it to be something similar to Tron: Legacy with the whole cyberpunk dystopian world feel but wow.

Starting off the art style really gave me Scooby Doo and Spiderman comic vibes with the color pallet as well as how the background moves in one whole piece. Despite reading several explanations online because I'm still a bit fuzzy on the plot, some of my biggest takeaways were these.

Firstly, there's a constant sort of push and pull between who the "bad" guys are and who the "good" ones are. When the first child (Takashi) appeared I was instantly confused because he looked very old and he's fleeing something but then its revealed he actually likes the Colonel along with Kiyoko and Masaru so then I thought maybe the resistance man who was fleeing with him kidnapped him (I'm still unclear tbh). Theres also the side events of the two biker gangs so that was a bit confusing too. As for Akira itself? himself? he seems connected to the original bombing of old Tokyo so his body parts? are locked away but then he saves everyone after being resurrected by the 3 Espers?? OVERALL I WAS SUPER CONFUSED.

BUT it is obvious that good or bad the government is definitely responsible, doing all these experiments on these poor children who've been "thrown away" and then eliminating Akira for getting too powerful- yet another plot point that is wracking my brain. Akira is made out to be this otherworldly being locked away for the supposed greater good only to be revealed as this 10 year old? child the government essentially tortured. I do wonder why he wasn't old and wrinkly looking like the other 3 children as well as what the deal with the palm print numbers was. Because if Akira supposedly caused the old Tokyo bomb 30 years ago maybe the other kids still chronologically but not physically? Also I was not amused when the Colonel not so subtly admits the government basically tore Akira to pieces to study every part of him.

Despite the constant whiplash of side tangents I was really struck by the loyalty of Kaneda to Tetsuo, desperate to save him up until the very end. He is desperate to find him after he's taken to an undisclosed hospital and despite having multiple opportunities can't bring himself to actually take the kill-shot as Tetsuo is releasing Akira. He even jumps into the mass of flesh and metal to try to save Testuo.

Maybe the overall message is that we should be careful of our use of technology and value the people around us. I still thought it was very visually appealing and maybe by my 3rd or 4th watch I'll understand it better.

[transmutationisms]

I apologize if there's something already on your blog about this and I didn't find it, but I was watching tailgate party and realized that Shiv had spent the entire episode pacing around one apartment complex 6000 steps over and that the Roys do this a lot.

My memory of the last few seasons is fuzzy (<- binged it before and now doesn't remember shit) but I feel like the Roys spend a lot of time in very large, usually open spaces, with wide walls and tall ceilings, and usually ones we've seen before or are expected to see again and that a lot of important scenes happen *outside* of these spaces. Important meaning either big moments or iconic ones or sometimes just transitonary. Kendall had his Next-Jesus moment out in the ocean, Tom started throwing water bottles in that cramped ass escape room or talked about his marriage out on the beach, the entirety of Kill List happens outside of ATN offices, Logan meets Mattson for the first time on a personal island, Roman went to a random one story office environment for a fucking business school and was never the same character (well. compared to S1 Roman) again, they have that reverse Jesus thing over cruises on a cruise ship, etc. I feel like plane scenes could both fit into this or break it depending on the season but at least for other scenes I feel like there's a pattern here.

Outdoor spaces or parts where they actually put their shoes outside onto sidewalk always feel semi important to me but it doesn't even have to be outdoors specifically. Like, even just the honeymoon suite was different enough from every other building we'd seen the show have, and that's when Shiv admitted to cheating!

Do you think there's something to this, or do you have your own thoughts? I'd be interested to hear more if only to appeal to my ego ;-). There's other things that could connect to this like the grey-white-brown-dark blue color palette damn near every scene is in vs. scenes with real color inside of them and Kendall's asking why Sophie was "on the street" being indicative of how he thinks she should be raised (based on how he was raised and also how he can recognize the manipulation and abusive inherent to his father's parenting but not the more subtle isolation and neglect) and the fact the Roys are literally running an actual rat race while trapped inside Waystair Rocyo 1/2 the time but I have to stay focused on one thing when I write shit down even if I'm connecting dots in my head or else this ask won't even be remotely legible.

[If you already wrote about this - sorry! I hope this makes sense. Either way, have a good night, and fingers crossed something fun happens at Logan's funeral. I still want Tom to fight someone. It won't happen but it'd be funny as hell lol]

yeah i haven't really written anything comprehensive on this, but i do think there are a few interesting points with regards to how the show uses the characters' environments. forgive me for bullet-pointing lol, maybe you can help string these things together into something more cohesive. but:

yes, the characters often spend most of an episode trapped in one location, even one building. in part i think this is a function of the presence of playwrights on the writing staff, and the way many episodes flirt with the three classical unities of tragedy writing (time / place / action). so, lots of episodes are 1 day only, or 2 or 3 max, and often a character will be mostly confined to one location during that span. in part this helps make each individual episode really tight internally, but it also contributes to that persistent sense that the characters are trapped (within their circumstances, company, family, etc)

indoor vs outdoor is an interesting thread. one thing that has always stood out to me is that the show has a tendency to use natural sunlight not as refreshing, enlightening, etc, but as blinding, overwhelming, and even dangerous. the sun almost kills logan in s3, there are those shots in 2x10 and 3x09 where everyone's squinting in the bright light, there's a similar effect in 'austerlitz', etc. this contributed to the overall sense of discomfort that the roys experience, despite all their material luxuries; it also contributes to the sense that nature and the natural world is an alien, external force that appears threatening—this sense also comes out in all of the animal metaphors they use, which emphasise the brutality they see in the animal kingdom and in nature generally

if we're talking places, i also must bring up the presence of bathrooms on the show. these are quotidian rooms, but also dangerous ones, in the sense that they exist to purge a civilised society of its filth, and the whole process tends to be marginalised and wilfuly ignored. so, i've always liked that succession has a lot of scenes set in bathrooms, and often characters are able to speak differently in the bathroom—sometimes more intimate (kendall and stewy, tom and logan in 3x05), or more direct (greg and logan in 2x08), or they're allowed to say things they couldn't elsewhere (roman and mencken). bathrooms are also sheltered personal spaces, where the characters can retreat and hide (kendall using them to do coke, shiv practicing a smile in 1x02, greg rehearsing his congressional testimony)

the waystar offices obviously have that very 21st-century glass-and-steel aesthetic that telegraphs new money, a certain neoliberal attempt at severance from systems of social and cultural meaning-making, etc. so, moving the characters to other locations is effective because, in contrast to the kind of soullessness of the waystar building, it makes the other places stand out and emphasises the meaning we can glean from the sets alone (like, the gut-punch of dodds's house in contrast to the sort of corporate default)

in regards to the idea of control and confinement within luxe spaces—yes, this is clearly something we see many of the environments convey (the ultimate expression of this being the anti-suicide wall that logan puts up to pen kendall in). this is really a discrete material expression of how waystar operates in a broader sense, constraining people whilst appearing to create more options and more freedom (also a basic characteristic of neoliberal modes of production, lol)

again i'm not sure i have a thesis statement here unifying all of these observations lol. but i do think the show does well at using its environments and settings to tell us a lot about the characters, the company, and the broader world they inhabit.

[ficsofabotchedmind]

I think I'm in hell 4

Summary? Eheheh, no. 🤭

Warnings? Yep.; mention of torture, talks of blackmail, clear sexual innuendo, Wednesday smiling & blushing, talks of decapitation

Translations (If I’m wrong, please tell me.):

Cara mia - My beloved in Italian

Ma chérie - My darling in French

Notre loup - Our wolf in French

Chapters 1 2 3

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Chapter 4

It was clear to see which way Wednesday went, all Enid had to do was follow the path of cowering students and scratched walls.

It was clear to see which way Wednesday went, all Enid had to do was follow the path of cowering students and scratched walls. 

Inside the room 

Enid carefully pushed open the door and could see and hear Wednesday who was pacing back and forth and mumbling to herself. It was clear to Enid the girl was beyond mad, but at least she knew it was only at the fact that Morticia and Gomez were now a part of the faculty. 

Wednesday, hearing the door open, whirled around and hissed, “You knew? You knew that Weems had hired my parents?” 

Enid flinched, not because she was scared but because she knew she had lied, “Yes, but only because I accidentally found out! Mom made me promise not to tell you or anyone!” 

Wednesdays eye twitched, “She blackmailed you?” 

Enids eyes widened, “No! No, she didn’t blackmail me! Wednesday, I just didn’t want to disappoint her like I disappointed Esther.” 

Wednesday softened at that, and she knew Weems had no clue of Enids thought process about that issue. While the girl is very bubbly and outgoing, she also holds certain things close to her chest and will not let anyone see, even her mother. 

Wednesday approached a guilty Enid who had her head hung and carefully cupped the sides of her neck and placed her forehead against the colorful blondes, “Cara mia, I am not mad at you, I promise you that and I will certainly not fault you for your feelings pertaining to the matter, and I will not go after Weems for this because she does not know of your feelings on the matter.” 

Pressing a gentle kiss to Enids forehead, she then gritted out with a menacing smile, “Hiring my parents as teachers? I can and will blame her for that and make sure from here on out her life is miserable, and not in a good way.” 

Enid sighed, “But Wednesday, we need a new botanical sciences teacher and with your mom’s knowledge of plants, she’s perfect for the job. We also need a weapons instructor, and the only reason mom named it that was so your father would say yes.” 

Wednesday, still unmoved, “That makes me even angrier and instead of making your mother's life miserable, I’ll take hers, my mothers, my fathers, and my brothers heads on spikes.” 

Enid chuckled and then had a bright idea, wrapping her arms around the ravens waist, pulling her closer, she gave her a long kiss and when she pulled back, “Think of it this way, my tiny raven. With your parents now here and not 6 hours away, you get to torture them and Pugsley on a daily basis and instead of dreaming of the screams and reactions, you get to see it all unfold in front of you.” 

Wednesday, a bit fuzzy and red from the kiss, took a second to think and finally, after a few minutes of thinking, “Fine, you have a point. I would enjoy hearing the screams of my brother whenever I please and watching my mother get driven crazy having to undo any spell I may cast or cast out any demon I may summon. My father, making him lose in fencing in front of the whole school and damaging his pride definitely sounds appealing. Weems, I’ll cause so much trouble, she’ll be ripping out her hair.” 

Enid, seeing no other avenue to explore, confirmed with the raven and said with a smirk, “Now, how about I make it up to you?” 

Wednesday, knowing exactly what that means, agrees hurriedly with a big, dopey smile and bright eyes. 

Meanwhile, back in Larissas office 

Larissa, still sitting at her desk, had the look of an animal who’s been cornered, “See, I told you I was dead! The child will murder me in my sleep!” 

Morticia laughed and carefully approached Larissa, wrapped her arms around the blonde’s shoulders, and placed a gentle kiss upon the platinum blonde halo. 

Gomez looked towards Larissa and then nudged Pugsley, “You know, I wouldn’t have expected you to be such a chicken, Larissa.” 

At that, both Larissas and Morticia's heads snapped towards Gomez. Morticia was wearing a look of shock, but Larissas eyes narrowed, “Did you just call me a chicken, you bloody gnome?” 

Morticia knew that if she didn’t intervene there would be an argument and the arguments between Larissa and Gomez were very petty and someone would get their feelings hurt, mainly Gomez. 

“Now, that is enough. You’d think I was dealing with two children instead of two adults!” Morticia spoke sternly 

Both Larissa and Gomez had the decency to look ashamed at what they had both said, but obviously neither of them were. They only do things to make Morticia happy, that’s at least one thing they can agree on. 

Morticia spoke up again, “Now, why don’t we go see the girls and talk about this?” 

Larissa scoffed, “I’m not stupid, I know that Wednesday as a full arsenal in their room, and against my rules might I add. I feel much safer in here, where I know all objects that can cause death are safely put away.” 

Pugsley was about to speak up in agreement as was Gomez, but before either one could say anything Morticia silenced them both with a look that clearly said they were doing this. 

Morticia carefully pulled Larissas chair from her desk and sat in her lap, “Ma chérie, you would earn Wednesday’s respect by being brave enough to step into her domain. So, what’s say we all go, hmm?” 

Larissa, seeing Morticia's point, said, “Fine, we’ll go to them.” 

Upon hearing Gomez snicker, Morticia simply said, “Gomez, enough.” 

Larissa, already being ill with the man, said, “Shut it, you gnome.” 

Pugsley, not ready to be decapitated, wisely suggested, “Why don’t we give them an hour? That will give a higher chance of Enid calming Wednesday down.” 

Larissa, Morticia, and Gomez shared a look, all three knowing that if they walked in now the poor wolf would be scarred and Wednesday would throw many of her knives at their heads. 

That all spoke at once, “Agreed.” 

1 hour later 

“Well, I think that should be enough time, let’s get going. Chop chop!” Morticia spoke 

All Larissa could do as they all left her office was think, “God I hope they are finished, I really don’t want to witness that.” 

At the girls shared room 

Everyone saw it best if Morticia knocked on the door, so as she knocked and called out, she couldn’t help but think, "This family is made entirely of chickens.” 

Inside the room 

The girls heard the knock and the sound of Morticia's voices calling out to be let in. The girls, having just cleaned up, nodded to each other. 

Enid opened the door as was greeted by Morticia's kind smile, “Thank you for letting us in, notre loup. Were you able to calm Wednesday?” 

While Enid stood shocked at how Morticia could know what just took place while Wednesday, not shocked at all, spoke up, “Mother, enough. Get in before the whole dorm finds out.” 

Morticia chuckles, puts her hands up in a call of peace, and enters alongside the three chickens, “Now, how about we talk about everything that’s happened and will happen?” 

Without a beat Larissa grumbled under her breath, “Not bloody everything.” 

Now that earned the blonde a sharp look and with that, she shut up knowing that it was best, because she knows she could lose certain privileges. 

“Now children, do you have any questions pertaining to the relationship between Larissa and I?” 

A chord of no’s was heard and that truly confused the adults, so Morticia spoke up, “Are you sure? We know this is a big shock.” 

The two teens and the pre-teen looked at each other and gave a shake of their heads along with Wednesday adding her opinion on the matter, “It was only a matter of time that you two would come to your senses. I could see it at the first meeting and mother?” 

Morticia looked to her daughter, “Yes, my little bat?” 

“The look of shock when Weems said you two were roommates did not help your case at all and neither did “stately sequoia tree”. While you tried to make that name sound bitter it didn’t work, I saw right through it. Never say that name around me again or I will put railroad spikes through my ears.” Wednesday said through gritted teeth and a roll of the eyes 

With that, Morticia and Larissa looked towards each other in what was not quite shock or surprise but more so of an oh. 

Larissa then spoke up, voicing her worries to everyone, “None of you truly mind?” 

Enid spoke first, “I’ve known you for a while, Principal Weems and I’ve seen how much of yourself you put towards this school in that time and here recently, I’ve earned the pleasure of calling you mom and also seeing how much you put everything towards the school and the students and none towards yourself. You deserve happiness, mom and if Morticia can make you happy then I accept it.” 

Larissa gasped a bit, tears shining in her eyes she called forth the bubbly blonde she now calls a daughter and brought her into the tightest hug she could and placed a gentle kiss on top of her head. 

Pugsley just smiled at Larissa and said, “Welcome to the family! If you make mom happy and can help me give Wednesday hell, then you’re ok with me.” 

Larissa let out a wet laugh and beckoned him forward to join the hug to which he happily did so, “I’ll happily do all I can.” 

Wednesday spoke last, “While you have done nothing but be a thorn in my side since I have arrived, I have nothing bad to say. But this does give me more of a chance to make your life miserable in many more ways now. I am going to give you hell, Weems. Mark my words.” 

Larissa, very relieved, let out a wet bark of laughter, “Give me your worst.” 

Both Larissa and Wednesday smirked at one another, knowing there was a lot of hellish fun to come. 

“Now,” spoke Morticia, “about your father and I joining the faculty. How are you feeling about it now that you have had time to think?” 

Wednesday glared at them and gritted out, “I am not happy about it, but I will manage. Enid bought up some very good perks to having all of you here and I couldn’t help but agree.” 

Curious, Morticia asked, “What points are those, my little bat?” 

Wednesday let an evil smirk cross her face, “You will see in due time mother, all in due time but don't expect me to not treat you and father like every single one on faculty. Neither of you get special treatment." 

Gomez and Morticia looked at one another, nodded, and looked back to Wednesday and Morticia said with a smile, "Deal, we expect nothing but hell from you, our little killing machine." 

Wednesday looked at the adults and Pugsley and sized them all up, gave a wicked smirk, "I'm going to make your lives miserable." 

The Addams family smirked while Larissa, who had turned sheet white, could only say, "Oh God, my own personal hell." 

[koolkat9]

Ok. No joke. Never heard or seen A N Y England x Germany ship ever in my life up until now. The way my jaw dropped when I saw your page. (Not in a Bad way tho🤤) BUT PLEASE ELABORATE CUZ I NEED TO KNOW. SO WHY ENGLAND X GERMANY?

We're definitely one of the smaller ships here, but we at least have 200+ fics which is more than some of my other ships have. But anyway...

So I guess I'll start with what first got ME into GerEng. I've shared it before, but I love telling this story! So the year is I think 2018? Yeah 2018. Dreamtalia has just been fully released and the creator and her friend are doing a lp of it. Now this is the first hetagame I got into, and although I've seen the whole story at this point as the whole game had been shared on the creator's channel though part of it was like barebones, only sketched screenshots if even, but I loved the game and this creator and her adlibs were always entertaining. Keep the entertaining adlibs in mind.

So I'm watching the lp and there is a part of the game where your party of characters split up. Ludwig and Arthur, who at this point have been butting heads are paired together and shenanigans ensue. Now, canonically to the game, if I recall correctly, they bond a bit, a foundation for a friendship that is shown a bit in the beta of the sequel. But, the creator and her friend started adlibbing because at one point Ludwig offers his hand to Arthur when they're overcoming some obstacle and them holding h became a running subplot all completely adlibbed. At this point I was a hard Ger//Ita shipper and usually the game would have Ger//Ita undertones, but I started to get invested in the GerEng plot line and I was coming back to the lp every time they post to find out what happened next for the "handholding buddies."

Gosh this is already long and I'm not fully done my story and I still need to talk about my fav parts of the ship...shit...Okay 2019 an alternate small scale sequel releases for Dreamtalia based on the the bad end of the game and the GerEng subplot. This is where I really got into the ship and led me to searching for fics and fanart. Because after Dreamtalia I didn't think of GerEng again. Didn't think I would. But then this sequel came out and it got be hooked. And then I started writing for them and soon replaced Ger//Ita as my OTP.

Okay putting the second half of my favourite things about GerEng under the cut because this is already long.

Okay, first things first. I just find it so appealing that these two stubborn lonely men find each other. They're similar which does cause them to butt heads sometimes, but it also means they understand each other. They've been through similar things, have similar poor coping mechanisms, but through their relationship and trying to prevent the other from isolating and wallowing in guilt, they've started to stop themselves from doing it too.

And it's a mutual thing. Arthur is there for Ludwig following the World Wars as Lud is faced with his anxiety, PTSD, guilt and he's facing this all alone because either his loved ones have been forcibly ripped from him or he pushed them away. Taking a page out of another GerEng creator's book who I'll talk about in the next paragraph, Arthur comes along is like "Here. Music. Also human interaction."

Then once Ludwig gets in a better place, Arthur starts to spiral, faced with his crumbling empire and losing his status as a world super power. He feels he has no purpose now and being an empire made him feel untouchable, without it, he feels vulnerable. But Ludwig is there, basically uses Arthur's own advice against him with some of Lud's own experience.

Now of course there was so much more that went into both of their healing journeys beyond just each other, but their relationship both when it was platonic and romantic was an important stepping stone. And it just makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

Going back to their similarities, it's not all hurt/comfort, doom and gloom. They love to bake. I think they share some similar music interest since their was a period of music exchange between the two countries following ww2. Teethhoarder, an amazing artist and fic writer knows a bit more about this and covers it in their fic Are Friends Electric and also give a good run down on their ask blog. Their stubbornness actually can be beneficial because Ludwig doesn't take Arthur's shit and pushes back. And their bluntness has it's perks too because both of them, especially Ludwig need things told to them straight. And they're both not big into PDA, completely content with just simple handholding.

Then there is the history. Christmas Truce 1914 where German and British troops declared a truce in honour of Christmas and celebrated the holiday together. I as well as many other shippers see this as a jump start to their relationship, the time where they got to know each other as Arthur and Ludwig instead of the British Empire and the German Empire. Then there is the whole music exchange. There is also another historical period that I think contributes to their relationship, but I don't like touching that era when Lud is involved...

Also canon...though not necessaryily with overt romantic undertones like early Ger//Ita or Su//Fin or Fr//Uk or nowadays Ger//Fra, they have their sweet moments in canon like them having tea together. Or sharing rations. Or the Christmas Truce. Or how that one episode where they're all sharing their horror movies and one of the fun fact pop ups say Germany and England work on horror movies together or something. Then there is that one time Arthur is helping Ludwig with his work persumeably. Or the time Art was fretting about Ludwig working in his games. Oh here's that strip:

Also just this is just funny to me, Lud not knowing how to compliment his bf:

Anyway...I think that covers everything...I mean I have so many headcanons, but these are the main things. You ask "why GerEng" you get a whole fucking essay...

[eyelessfog]

KATHERINE VAMPIRE AU??? how did I miss this may I have some thoughts about that

it's an older one, you wouldn't have been around for it yet. plus I don't think I tagged it? I just made several vague posts about it.

anyway it's an au of empires s2, and the idea is that there's this woman named gemini, who prefers to be called gem, and she lives as the daughter of the mayor. she loaths it tbh .

she lives on her own in a mansion too big for her on the edge of a cliff, and her parents set up a roommate situation. she knew about the situation but who it was going to be wasn't told to her. so one morning, before the sun even rises, she gets a knock on her door.

the woman behind it is tall - dark and maroon where gem is light and orange. she's captivating; deep red lips, a smooth voice when she says hello, and all the politeness of a gentleman.

the woman's name is katherine, last name elizabeth. it's not a name gem recognizes, but this mysterious charm to her new housemate is becoming part of the appeal.

and then katherine is so barely found in the house. she makes herself scarce, gem often only catching glimpses of her leaving a room that gem is walking into.

there's news, too. people have been falling - not quite dead, but hurt, badly, waking with heads fuzzy from blood loss and heads hitting the ground.

they say not to go out at night.

and really, gem doesn't mean to.

but when she wakes up in the middle of the night, the house is empty. entirely empty. and when she looks out the window, katherine is walking outside. [she doesn't know of the news, gem realizes. she doesn't know not to go. she's been so scarce that no one could have told her.] so gem throws on a shawl and runs after her, through the streets, looking for this woman she barely knows.

a shadow falls over her, and a hand covers her eyes, and she's sent to the ground, knocking the air out of her. it doesn't hurt, is the thing - it's done gently, and her head doesn't hurt from the fall, but she's pinned, and she can't see anything. her wrist is grabbed and brought up, and then there's a sharp scrape, and she gasps at the sting in her palm.

she jolts, breathing in heavily to scream, and the hand shifts down to cover her mouth. she snaps her eyes open for a glimpse at her attacker, and even in the shadow of the night, she knows that shape, that hair, the eyes downturned towards her hand.

"katherine?"

katherine freezes, and then like she was never there at all, she's gone.

gem walks back home on her own, drowsy, confused, bloody.

katherine is waiting for her. she looks different in the soft light of the lamps. she's not bloody, like she was in the streets, not wild, not dark. she's small, almost. apologetic.

they're both silent as katherine bandages gem's wound, this secret sitting heavy between them. once she's done, she stays kneeled at gem's feet, eyes focused on the covered wound.

"you know," gem starts, quiet. "I didn't always live here."

katherine glances up.

"I'm not the princess that they expect me to be here. I used to live across an ocean, and I used to be a worker. I'm not used to dresses and ballroom parties, or sleeping when the sun sets and being kind to every single person I meet. I used to be gem - just gem, not gemini - and I used to get into fist fights with my friends, and I used to build houses and create things."

there's a curiousity in katherine's eyes, a wonder.

"this place is clean, and it's safe, and I don't like it." gem smiles. "I had friends there, you know? and they weren't clean or safe either. they were dangerous. fighters, killers, demons..." she pauses, makes eye contact. "vampires."

"oh," katherine breathes.

"I've been fed from before, you know. never quite like that, I'll admit, but... if you're hungry, katherine..."

it's quiet for a minute, and then: "please," katherine whispers, and gem offers her hand.

---

anyway so katherine starts opening up more about what shes doing and she talks about how she always needs to keep moving because she's scared she'll drink a city dry, and gem keeps talking about the place she lived in before and then theyre like hey. what if we ran away, back to there. and then its a fic about the trip there and its like. wow. and gem is good at setting things up, good at cutting down trees if they need lumber, katherine is strong, and theyre a good team and at nights gem offers her hand and they get closer and then:

---

katherine sinks her teeth into the palm of gem's hand, and gem leans back a bit on the log they've placed by the fire. it doesn't hurt less, the moment the teeth sink in, but it turns into nothing but a tingling feeling a second later, so it's not as though the pain stays. and then katherine stops, tilting her head at gem, and her eyes drop to gem's lips.

"I want to try something," katherine says, and pulls herself up to be face to face with gem, a question in her eyes.

"go ahead," gem says, and katherine bites at gem's bottom lip. it's a burst of metallic in her mouth, and then katherine's tongue is there, and god, she'd been waiting for this,

---

anyway. gay ass. they get to hermitopia and gem's like :DDDDDD MY FRIENDSSS and katherine is like :O woa people who arent human are here also!!!

[autisticempathydaemon]

Tokyo Calling by ATARASHII GAKKO! it's just FUN

Enneagram type four.

YES. and my fave is the ABO copyright saga, but I enjoy having these on in the background while I do other things, and I use them to learn about online drama mostly hehehe

To fall asleep, either thinking through scenarios or audiobooks. if the brain won't shut up, then audiobooks!!

I wouldn't change my name, but I'm also not super duper attached to it haha

Favourite redacted audio!! Davey proposal, or the one where angel steals david's hoodie. there are a lot of call backs in both of these, and my favorite line: 'with you, I'm just- David.'

Zero appeal is Ollie!! I've tried. A few times. but No.

Muppet Christmas carol, I know all the words hahaha

Platonically, besties with Elliott! He'd be a great friend?

Go to ramble is whatever media I've been really into lately. I've gotten really into hockey and PWHL lately, and get me tired, I will ramble to you about it hahaha

Favorite playlist atm is an amalgamation of my daylists, but I'd summarise it as 'bisexual yearning pop'??

Guilty pleasure media is SMUTTY MANGA.

Ooh, this is a cute one. Like, I think there are parts of you that could work so well with different parts of different redacted bois. Yet, when I look at all you’ve given me as a whole, I like you with Gavin most.

Type Fours tend to be creative, emotional, and reserved, an introverted sort of person; I think Gavin is uniquely suited to you in that he’s extroverted enough to pull you out of your shell but not so much you two don’t have a grand time by yourselves. Also, “bisexual yearning pop” one hundred percent sounds like Gavin’s vibe, so I think y’all could have a great time sharing playlists.

The main thing I love about y’all is that I think you and Gavin would like a lot of the same things, that he likes all the things you like. Like, can’t you imagine reading a smutty manga and shoving it in Gavin’s face like “babe, you’ll love this one”? Can’t you imagine watching hockey together and Gavin loving the hot people speeding across the ice and checking each other? Can’t you imagine your first Christmas together with him, showing him the Muppets Christmas Carol for the first time?

Song:

Every other boy’s on to the next one/ I hope that you stay, 'cause I think you′re so fun/ Everyone is asking if we're a thing now/ Are we going somewhere?/ Waking up my friends and texting my sister/ I wanna tell the world the things that we whisper/ Everyone is asking if we're a thing now/ Are we going somewhere?

To find a song for y’all, I searched Bisexual Yearning Pop in Spotify, and I quite like the result! This song is really catchy and cute and paints a really fun picture of a flirtationship on the brink of something more and the sweet, fuzzy feelings of having a crush in that situation. This song is new to me, but I’ll be saving it, and I hope you like it too!

Runner-ups:

Guy is a runner-up because I do love the idea of pairing you with an extrovert but not that much of an extrovert, ya know? Lasko is a runner-up because I think he’d love your smutty manga recommendations most of all the boys. You and he and Gavin should have a fun, little naughty book club.

note: thank you so much for waiting; please feel free to send me some manga recs if you’d like to share. I love a good 18+ Josei 💕

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌