#if people are interested i might answer asks about it

[threeacttragedy]

Entry 12: The One Where We Start Laying the Yellow Brick Road to Italy

I realized the other day that, even though I like to bounce around from place to place in the Lukola timeline, I probably needed to start tightening things up on the ship if I ever wanted to get to the end of the story. And, yes, dammit, this story better have a finale at some point because there’s nothing more annoying than an open-ended ending, particularly in the romance genre.

Today we’re going to take a quick jaunt over to Italy because –

NO! Not because Luke is allegedly filming there. If you’re into real-time stalking, you’re in the wrong blog. But, I’m sure there’s a Discord for that.

It’s because I’ve had several people ask for my opinion about the change in behavior between Luke and Nicola during their Day 1 interviews there. Wait – people are interested in my thoughts? Wow, that’s actually kind of nice. Thank you! Okay, back to what I was saying –

Was there a change in behavior when Luke and Nicola reached Italy? Yeah, actually, there kind of was.

By May 9, we had been gifted with a slew of material from Luke, Nicola, and the Bridgerton cast and, I must admit, those early interviews are some of the most entertaining of the tour. In the very beginning, Nicola appeared as the utmost professional – charming, intelligent, and witty at the right moments – and Luke played her likeable counterpart to “Book Colin” perfection – bouncing between being awkwardly boyish and wickedly roguish, all while looking at Nicola like she had just served him homemade peanut butter crumble.

The two of them together, playing off each other, in my opinion, was better than Bridgerton Season 3 (you cannot beat the World Tour being 99% Luke and Nicola, with only a few random side characters taking up screentime). There was some major “Electric Love” radiating from those two throughout the tour, but it seemed very much heightened in the beginning (probably because they hadn’t yet answered the same question 67 times). By the way, if you haven’t heard that song by Børns, go have a listen. It will, at the very least – hopefully – put you in an upbeat mood for the day.

Now, where was I? Oh, yes – was there a change in behavior between Luke and Nicola when they reached Italy?

Absolutely.

Do I know why?

Absolutely not.

Perhaps Luke was bent because someone spilled his coffee, or Nicola was upset because her stylist made her to wear that little silver bow in her hair. In my opinion, the most intriguing part of Day 1 of the Italy press junket was that Luke and Nicola struggled with answering the question, “What is love?” I swear they both babbled on like two kids in debate class who hadn’t bothered to read the material given to them before taking their respective podiums. They finally seemed to settle on Luke’s “Maybe it’s, like, connection.” Well, they seemed to be missing the “connection” that day.

Honestly, no one can explain their “don’t stand so close to me” vibe during those first day interviews except Luke and Nicola. But, we can at least have some fun and speculate about it with a bird’s eye view. At this point, you should know that I love spreading the puzzle pieces out and seeing how they might all connect. Most people – when putting a puzzle together – start with the side pieces, right? You’ll get my joke in a moment (I hope).

In March 2024 – I don’t know the specific date because my timeline is rather murky going back that far (I was unaware Lukola even existed!) – Luke traveled to Los Angeles for a photo spread with InStyle magazine. I’ve heard two versions of this story. The first being that Luke traveled to Los Angeles with Antonia alone; the second being that he traveled to Los Angeles with his friend group, which included Antonia. I couldn’t tell you which is true, and it really doesn’t matter because it doesn’t necessarily add or take away from today’s story.

Before I get started, I wanted to give a “hurrah” to The-One-Whose-Group-Chat-Fills-in-Lots-of-Missing-Bits-for-Me-Including-the-Part-Where-Video-Footage-of-Antonia-in-Los-Angeles-Seemed-to-Indicate-a-Celebrity-Was-Not-the-Videographer-and-There-Were-So-Many-British-Accents-in-the-Background-One-Would-Fancy-a-Guess-She-was-Traveling-with-a-Group.

Moving along…

On April 7, 2024, Antonia posted a series of photographs and clips to her Instagram grid indicating she had been in Los Angeles, including one where she was laying on a blanket in front of the Griffith Observatory and one where she was sitting at a table marked with the number “95.” On April 14, she posted a second set of photographs, tagging her location as Beverly Hills, California and using “End of Beginning” as her audio (yes, I side-eyed this choice of music so don’t feel bad if you did as well). The second photo dump included her lounging on a rooftop.

I’m not going to delve into posts made by Luke and Nicola during that timeframe. I mean, I’m sure Nicola’s comment, “’Friends’…sure Jan,” on Luke’s April 11 reshared post about Bridgerton Season 3 was only meant to be applicable to Polin. And, if Luke wanted to use yellow and black hearts to represent the colors Nicola and he were wearing in his April 12 post, that’s cool, too. And, I am definitely not going to speculate on Nicola’s April 15 post (for Big Mood) that Luke liked, and she captioned, “I will bite off anything that dangles.”

By April 21, Luke and Nicola were in Australia at the World Premiere of Bridgerton. I am only going to provide a quick overview of Australia instead of a full-fledged recital because, at some point, I will almost certainly dedicate an entry to this country. Let’s start with Luke pulling off the hottest walk-up in Netflix human history (I mean, have you watched it in slow motion?). Then, we had the hard launch of the handholding business (because why again?). And, we had Luke tripping over his words, “We’re very, like, giving…I’m not talking about those scenes…” Oh, and Nicola telling an interviewer that, “[y]ou can’t keep a good girl down,” and, in response, Luke’s lips curling into a wicked-ass Cheshire cat's. We had them in the garden, with Nicola bending down to hug Luke after she had scratched/hit/petted his head. Perhaps I should not mention the possibility of a man’s shirt being visible on a bed behind Nicola (I said possibility not that it was). And, Nicola telling Luke, “You’re the funnier one,” when he was concerned that perhaps Benedict was funnier than Colin. Then we had the “Nicola-in-the-green-dress” day where, as they were going down the steps, Luke seemed to instinctively reach for Nicola’s hand, but she played it cool and took his arm instead. Oh, and that entire “green dress” day in general (I mean, there was so much shit going on that day). And, best we do not forget Nicola saying, “the best foundation for love is friendship,” which mirrored the bracelet “someone…in Australia” gave Luke that read, “Do you believe the best foundation for love is friendship?” Because that’s not suspicious at all. Alright, let’s get the fuck out of Australia – but not before I mention Nicola commenting on Luke’s April 27 Instagram post with “Ready for the next?” and Luke replying, “Absolutely.” Yeah, yeah, yeah, their shenanigans in Australia expanded the USS Lukola tenfold.

Oh, also, let me throw this in here because, if you are a “ring truther,” this fact plays a significant role in the Lukola timeline. If you do not know what a “ring truther” is, that’s perfectly fine. You can catch up by reading Entry 6 (The One Where I Explained the Claddagh Ring to My Dad) of my blog. I mentioned in Entry 6 that some Lukola sleuths have stated the metadata they pulled from the sketches of the Claddagh ring uploaded by Chupi indicate they were done as early as April 26. In other words, it means the Claddagh was likely commissioned between Australia and Italy. In fact, if we are to believe Chupi when it said it took four weeks to make the ring, then it had to have been commissioned by May 9, 2024, at the latest. Oh, lookie there, that’s Day 1 of the Italy interviews.

But, before we get to May 9, let’s pause on April 29. That was the day Luke’s InStyle spread was published – yes, the one I mentioned earlier. Luke has pictures from this photoshoot still on his Instagram grid – in fact, Nicola commented, “Yess dude!!” on them – but those aren’t the pictures I want to talk about. No, I want to talk about the pictures InStyle posted on its Instagram grid that day. These photographs came directly from Luke, which was confirmed by the InStyle article when it said, “…the actor delighted the InStyle team by delivering the polaroid photos he’d taken for this story tucked oh-so-carefully in a little brown bag for safekeeping.” The pictures Luke provided, among others, included one where he was laying on a blanket in front of the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles; one where he was sitting at a table marked with the number “95;” and one where he is sitting in a lounge chair on a rooftop. If you want to see the pictures, InStyle still has them available – you just need to go through hundreds of posts to find them. Luke did not like this InStyle post, which was kind of odd because he was tagged in it, and they were reportedly his pictures.

Why did these InStyle polaroids seem so familiar?

Oh, that’s right, because they were.

Remember that April 7 post of Antonia’s I mentioned a bit ago? Yeah, the one where Antonia posted a bunch of random pictures from Los Angeles and – only after InStyle posted Luke’s polaroids – fans realized Antonia had preemptively posted her version of some of Luke’s polaroids.

I am not going to speculate too much about these pictures or their implications in this blog post, but these pictures may resurface in future posts because I find myself side-eyeing the fact they even exist. And, we should probably accept that Luke was aware of them before his pictures came out on April 29 because he threw a like on Antonia’s April 7 post. Could it have been a “blind” like? Sure, I guess, but the logical side of my brain says he probably looked through them at the time she posted. Let’s not worry too much about it right now, though.

After trying to write out my “general” opinion about the pictures several times, I finally decided that the best way I could articulate my thoughts was through the conversation I had with my father. Yes, Dear Dad returns again for another insightful Q&A.

I started by showing Luke and Antonia’s three “matchy” pictures to my dad and then asked him to compare them. To be clear, the pictures were their respective Griffith Observatory, Table 95, and Rooftop Lounging pictures.

Me: “So what do you think?”

Dad: “About what?”

Me: “Ugh! Why did Antonia take those pictures?”

Dad: “Well, to show she’s part of the ‘in’ crowd. The only reason I can see them being taken is if she was going to put them on the Internet.”

Me: “Uhh, as a matter of fact, she did put them on the Internet! Approximately three weeks before Luke’s were published.”

Dad: “See! I’m not as dumb as you think.”

Me: “Whatever. So, you really believe that? She took them to show people that she was, like, there?”

Dad: “Yeah. Why else would she take them? They’re not the kind of photos you’d take normally. What’s she going to do, put them in an album and show her friends in five years and say, ‘Look, I sat in Luke’s chair?’ Who does that? Nobody. Plus, Luke’s pictures look like they were taken with a polaroid camera and Antonia took hers with, I guess, a phone. Why use two different cameras? Again, it doesn’t make sense. Seems to me like she knew what pictures he was taking, and she was trying to copy them so she could put them on the Internet.”

Thanks, Dad.

You do not have to accept my father’s thoughts on the photographs. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. However, I think we can meet in the middle and opine that, at a minimum, Antonia’s pictures caused the weak Lukolas to jump overboard; at most, they gave some people stalker vibes; and somewhere in between, they introduced Antonia's negative influence over the fandom and what some may consider trolling behavior (even if it wasn’t recognized then).

Now, before we land in Italy on May 9, let’s summarize what has happened during the preceding two months.

First, we had Luke traveling to Los Angeles in March with Antonia, either alone or as part of a friend group. Luke had pictures of himself taken while there.

Second, we had Antonia posting pictures in early April that would be linked directly to Luke’s pictures by the end of the month.

Third, throughout the month of April, we had Luke and Nicola traveling together for the World Tour. We have all seen these interviews, and we have all formed independent opinions about them.

Fourth, based on Chupi’s own words, we know the Claddagh ring must have been commissioned no later than May 9.

Okay, now we’ve reached May 9, Day 1 of the Italy press junket.

Besides the press interviews, what happened on that day?

Well, Antonia reposted Luke singing Coldplay’s “Yellow” to her TikTok account.

Uhh… Huh. Interesting.

I mean, it’s possible that this was just a coincidence and she just liked Luke’s version of it. Or, it’s possible Antonia knew that “Yellow” was the Polin wedding song and she anticipated trolling Nicola and/or the fandom with it. But, if we believe she knew “Yellow” was the Polin wedding song, that means either Luke told her, or someone with that knowledge told her (i.e., someone from Luke’s team or family/friend group). We also know that Luke mentioned this song in the May 16, 2022 Netflix Tudum article when Nicola and he were asked about their song choices for Season 3. Luke stated his frontrunner was “Yellow” by Coldplay “because of Penelope’s dresses.” Regardless of why Antonia posted the song, I find it hard to imagine Netflix, Bridgerton, Shondaland, Nicola, or Luke were too impressed by Antonia resharing it on TikTok. I mean, at this point, Netflix & Co. would surely have been aware that Antonia’s “copycat post” went over with the fandom like a wet blanket in December in Canada. I imagine some questions were being asked and Luke may very well have received a hand slap from Corporate – and maybe even from Nicola.

But, that’s not the only thing that happened on May 9.

Luke posted his Homme magazine spread to his Instagram grid on that day, too. He captioned the post, “Chatting through all things S3 with @hommeplusmag [o]ut next week x.” Nicola commented, “Yessss,” and Luke tagged his post with the location of Hackney, London. That last part – about Luke tagging the location in Hackney – apparently sent the fandom into a deep-dive of…Nicola’s backyard. Why? Because Nicola lives in Hackney (Nicola herself confirmed she lived in Hackney in a March 18, 2024 interview with Derry Now), and rumors started to circulate that Luke’s pictures were taken at her home.

Hmm, I didn’t realize May 9 was such a busy day, did you?

So, which came first – the chicken or the egg? Did Antonia repost “Yellow” to her TikTok before Luke posted his Homme in Hackney images to Instagram, or vice versa? I’m sure someone out there has this information. The answer might help shine some light as to why Luke and Nicola seemed “off” in the early part of their Day 1 Italy interviews. But, then again, does the order really matter? Regardless of who posted first, it would seem to me that “Yellow” was a very possible culprit for the different energy on set that day.

That, or Luke really was peeved over someone spilling his coffee.

[catboybiologist]

Full agree, but its interesting to note the downstream effects of that.

This is partially a criticism, partially an observation. I think that a lot of the queer community has reverted to bioessentialism because mainstream society says that essentialist mindsets are more "real" than anything else.

Biggest example is how this affects conversations about HRT and sexuality. "Born this way" rhetoric was a HUGE part of mainstream acceptance of homosexuality in the US. I don't have a problem with this, but the downstream, more minor affect is that people don't want to accept that HRT can affect sexuality. If that were an acknowledgement, it also reopens the idea of medical conversion therapy, which is horrible.

The real answer to these problems is "the factors defining so many mental and physical traits are insanely complex and multifacted. Changing one of these important factors might change your emotions and mental state overall, and might not. Some are likely genetic or developmental, some are likely learned and unchangable, some are likely learned and changable, and some are biological but dynamic. But each state that it changes to has value, and we shouldn't be trying to tightly control how you end up, especially because you never know the exact factors contributing to that mental state. Some will be unchanging, some can change, but the entire issue is so complex that you can't really untangle the factors from each other".

But that's way too complex of an idea to be politically and socially convenient, so I totally understand why people avoid it. The thing I'm commenting on above is essentially the long term internalization of that concept within the queer community.

Are there negative effects of this "queer bioessentialism"? I think so, but I don't feel qualified enough to say whether those negative effects outweigh the power of using this rhetoric. I think it negatively impacts the ability for people to accept their sexuality or gender, particular bisexual people, nonbinary people, or even just trans or gay people that are too scared to explore because they don't "feel" that they're "really" that deep down. I also think it results in weirdly misguided attempts to ask about "the gay gene" among non-scientists.

This is a wild tangent of a ramble that's poorly formed but I hope at least some of my point is getting across

Half baked thought but there's something in the way queer people themselves continually downplay and deny the effects of HRT, including the mental effects

[artbyblastweave]

To be honest, while I know that you've discussed a Worm/Marvel "crossover" before, considering how unusually different both Ultimate Universes are from mainline Marvel, how would a crossover with Worm go for those?

(Side note: I'm mainly asking for the potential thought experiment of: what if Cauldron met the Maker and all of the immense bullshit that would result from that.)

I don't think I'm totally capable of answering the back half of this ask because I haven't read The Maker comprehensively- Aside from his pre-heel turn stint in Ultimate FF, It's basically only Secret Wars, a couple of the times Ewing used him, and the current New Ultimate Universe.

So what I find interesting about this prospect is that Worm and Ultimate Marvel are very aesthetically compatible, right, you aren't going to drop one character into the other's setting and have them constantly going "what the fuck is going on" the way you would if we subbed in 616 Marvel at it's most four-color. But the worldbuilding and themes are actually very divergent in ways that are interesting to look at. Namely-

Worm is a grim, grim setting, but it's also attempting to replicate the status quo at Marvel and DC where, despite occasional attempts at government sanction or integration, there's fundamentally a weirdly high cultural tolerance for independent vigilantism as long as the person doing it is wearing a costume. Their version of Registration- The Protectorate- is a very carrot heavy initiative, when we see Kid Win making the recruitment pitch to Chariot it's all about the support you get, the funding, the backup, the PR help. Individual street level heroes get nailed to the wall or hung out to dry all the time, but collectively, they're granted a lot of discretion in that they're allowed to exist at all. And the fundamental reason for this is that the government is scared of them. They might be able to smack down individual upstarts who try to go full warlord or revolutionary, but they don't control the overall distribution of powers and there are so many of these assholes, three-quarters of whom go career criminal due to some combination of trauma, material want, neuroticism or ideology. So any set of norms that gets as many of these people as possible to behave in a slightly-less-antisocial manner is something that they're going to roll with. Worm is a world held hostage by the typical superhero paradigm, buckling under its weight. Crucial to this dynamic is that powers aren't a man-made phenomenon, and they're barely a man-influenced phenomenon via Cauldron.

But with the Ultimate Universe, a major pillar of the deconstruction and the worldbuilding is that superheroes would not be allowed to operate in the typical wild west paradigm. There's a much stronger divide between sanctioned heroes (The Ultimates, The Fantastic Four), grey-zone heroes like the X-Men, and then the out-and-out outlaw street level heroes like Daredevil and Spider-Man. A major plot point is that Nick Fury and his spooks very predictably figure out who Spider-Man is almost immediately; he's only able to continue operating as a street-level hero in the usual manner due to Fury's implicit sanction, because Fury is trying to groom him to eventually join The Ultimates. Moreover, a lot of the rest of the street-level capes (as depicted in Millar's Ultimates) are cast as genuinely incompetent puds, only not cracked down on because there's no real reason to. (Note that I have a seething hatred for this particular beat in practice because it deprived us of an Ultimate Luke Cage worth having, but I get what Millar was gesturing at with it.) All of this, likewise, is downstream of the fact that powers are almost totally a man-made phenomenon, with almost all superhumans being downstream of Military-Industrial Complex attempts at reproducing Captain America; it's not an out-of-control supernatural phenomena that they're trying to get in on, It's a government-made phenomenon that leaks like a sieve and eventually spirals out of control. The Ultimate Universe is fundamentally about Hubris in a way that Worm isn't.

Both settings converge on a state of societal collapse due to the advent of superpowers; Ultimate Marvel was gesturing at an impending superhuman-driven World-War Three for a while before things spiraled into the comparably destructive nonsense of Ultimatum, The Maker, The (partial?) balkanization of the U.S. and the rest of the crisis cavalcade that led into the 2015 Secret Wars and the total destruction of that universe. Worm suffered the much more tightly-directed Apocalyptic Bad Time with which we're all familiar.

As for a crossover premise, I'd have to say that post-gm Taylor getting marooned on 1610 and winding up in the orbit of 1610 Peter Parker specifically- as opposed to the MCU or 616 versions, with whom I've seen this done- is an underexamined hook. Ultimate Spidey represents a deft integration of Peter's best and worst personality traits. The early-run ditko-style dickishness is recontextualized as an anger about the state of the world, the crazy-making sense that bullies and dictators appear to have free run of the world and nobody but him is doing anything about it. Which, given the state of The Ultimate Universe, falls in the middle ground between typical teenaged myopia and a sober assessment of what he's up against.

Remind you of anyone?

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ breathe your name ♡

♡ Pairing: best man!hyunjin x bride!chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: angst/fluff

♡ Summary: It's the day of your lavish wedding. Everything's set in place. From the dress you wear to the aisle you're walking down, everything's picture perfect. At least you're able to pretend it is until the appearance of a particular wedding guest in your dressing room brings up feelings that you can't ignore. Will you be able to bury your past to get through this day or will you find yourself drawn back into the arms of thet man you swore you'd never speak to again?

♡ Word Count: 3.7k

♡ Warnings: mentions of an affair that you definitely had with Hyunjin. a lil make out session. mentions of sex. but other than that? none (shortest warnings list I've probably ever written. oh my gosh).

♡ A/N: This is what happens when you leave me alone with an Adele playlist. Anyway, I hope you have fun at your wedding. It's gonna be...interesting, babes xoxo

There’s something some girls spend their entire lives dreaming of. Wishing, even praying, for. 

The perfect wedding. 

And you have it. 

The picturesque church nestled in the heart of a gorgeous historical district. It costs more than some people’s mortgage to rent this place for a few hours. The simple act of laying eyes on it starts knocking numbers off of your bank account. The celebrity planner who's been on the cover of wedding magazines and worked tirelessly to make sure today’s an occasion people will talk about for years to come. The gorgeously crafted white dress, custom sewn and beaded for your special day. It accentuates every delicate contour of your figure perfectly. Like everything else here. So perfect. 

“Smile a little, babe. This is the happiest day of your life!” your makeup artist giggles, applying the finishing touches to your lipstick. 

Seated in front of a mirror in the church’s dressing room, you nervously toy with your diamond bracelet and force a faint smile. All you can manage under the circumstances. 

“It might be raining out there” she hums, her gaze drifting over to the gloomy sky looming beyond the stained glass windows, “But you, my dear, are pure sunshine.” 

She circles behind you, gentle hands resting on your bare shoulders. “So, what do you think?” she asks, fussing with a few flyaway hairs that managed to sneak their way out of your updo. 

You take a deep breath and summon all of your courage to face what you’ve been running from all day. Your own reflection. “It’s beautiful” you lie, your smile beginning to waver as your stomach audibly turns. 

She shouldn’t be here. No one should. Not your family. Not your friends. Certainly not you. This is not the best day of your life. This is a mistake. You’ve known that for a while now and have been biding your time ever since waiting for the right moment to fix it. But the moment never came and time, as it does, ran out. Your fiance’s proposal had been accepted out of spite. It didn’t matter at the time that you were giving yourself away to a cruel, narcissistic man whose greatest joy in life is that he can use his daddy’s money to buy who and what he wants. 

What mattered was that the man you truly loved, the one your heart pines for even now, had broken your heart and you needed to break his. A mission that the announcement of your engagement flawlessly accomplished but was it worth it? Was any of this worth it? Your heart sinks to your stomach as if weighed down by cement bricks, heavy with the knowledge that it wasn’t. 

Your makeup artist sees it on your face. The sorrow. The regret. A sudden tapping at the door diverts any attempt she might’ve made to question you. She turns to answer the door but there’s no need. A figure in black is already entering the room, filling the air with a cologne you once spent endless passionate nights inhaling. Without thinking you breathe it deep into your lungs, savoring it even as you despise the appearance of the man it emanates from. 

“You must be lost. The groom’s room is down the hall on the left” your makeup artist frowns, waving the man in the designer suit away. 

The corners of his lips quirk into something that’s not quite a smile but pleasant enough to be mistaken for one. “No, I’m not lost. I just need a second with her. I won’t be long” he insists, advancing towards you with a confidence you find both irritating and irresistible.

That was Hyunjin for you. So charming. So graceful. So handsome. So much of everything that you can hardly stomach him. You crave his touch on every inch of your body and want him to get lost all at the same time. 

You clear your throat, patting your makeup artist on the back of the hand, “It’s fine. If anyone asks, just let them know I need a moment please.”

Hesitantly she nods and makes her way out of the room, all the while keeping a skeptical eye on Hyunjin who takes her place behind you. He fusses with the same hairs, successfully finding an excuse to touch any part of you. 

Hyunjin sighs, head tilted to the side. He pokes his bottom lip out, releasing a huff of air that blows his long dark hair free of his line of vision. Now he can see you perfectly, unobstructed, and his eyes light up at you the way they always have. “You look like an angel” he smiles and it’s genuine this time, no matter how badly you wish it weren’t. His fingertips brush your ears and your body’s flush with heat in an instant. You always despised it, how little it takes for Hyunjin to get a reaction out of you. 

“What do you want?” you snap, your tone unforgiving. The way you look at him, it’s as if you hate him. Why? Hyunjin knows why. He can’t deny that he deserves it for what he’s done—for what he’s come here to do. His hands drift along the outline of your face. They skim your cheek too lightly to disturb your makeup but you feel his touch still.

“Leave” you demand, drawing in a sharp breath at the sensation, “I don’t want you here.” The power behind your request is not existent. Rather than come out threatening, laced with conviction, your words are nothing more than a whisper. If you had to rely on them to push him out of the door he wouldn’t move an inch. 

Hyunjin leans into your ears, his eyes not once leaving the mirror where they remain locked with yours in a gaze brimming with enough heat to burn down everything around you. “I’ll leave but only if that’s what you truly want” he whispers, gently placing a warm hand to the soft skin of your chest.

Your heart picks up a speed only he can make it race at. The feeling’s a comfort to him. It’s the knowledge that even after all that happened you still feel what he does. There’s a fondness there that can’t be buried, it’ll always find its way back to the surface, but there’s something else too. Something he’s been able to hide from until this moment. You’re broken. Over the past few months you’ve done everything to pretend that you weren’t but you are and the pain has your eyes swelling with tears even as you fight to hold them at bay. 

“Fuck you, Hyunjin!” you shout, bolting up from your chair just in time for a few tears to escape, “Since when have you ever cared what I truly want? It’s always been about you. All this will ever be about is you.” 

Your anger’s boiling, hot tears staining your cheeks as you pace the floor. Usually on her wedding day a bride sheds tears of joy for her husband at the altar yet here you are full on weeping in front of his best man. Speechless, Hyunjin reaches out to grab your arm but you pull away from him, backing yourself into the furthest corner of the room. 

“I don’t know why you’re here. I gave you everything and it wasn’t enough. What else do you want?”

Hyunjin watches you for a moment, letting your words flow through his veins like a poison of his own making. “I never said it wasn’t enough…”

“Oh, you never said it?” you scoff, “You’re right, you just said, ‘I can’t do this anymore’ and then acted like nothing ever happened.”

“I was trying to do the right thing.”

“If that was ‘the right thing’ then what do you call this?” 

You await an answer, hoping that for once he might have something worthwhile to say, but you’re met with silence. The same silence he’s offered you every day since he broke your heart. “

Typical” you mumble to yourself, returning to the vanity in a desperate search for tissues. Maybe if you grab them soon enough you can preserve some of what your makeup artist worked tirelessly to achieve. Drying your eyes you catch a glimpse of Hyunjin and for a fleeting moment he seems deflated, like he has something resembling feelings, but you made the mistake of believing that before and you can’t let yourself be fooled by it again. 

Hyunjin’s chest tightens, every breath beginning to feel like hard labor. There’s something he’s been holding inside too and it’s aching to come out, it won’t let him breathe until it does. “You’re right, all this was ever about was me, but I never thought you weren’t enough. I loved you, I love you, I was just afraid you still loved him.”

Tossing your tissues aside, you turn to face him, arms folded across your chest. “You were afraid I still loved him when I was in your bed everyday?”

“And you crawled back into his every night” he says, a hint of bitterness slipping out, “I knew you’d leave him for me but for how long? I thought that if I ended things…if I told you to be with him instead you’d be happier.”

You take a deep breath, doing a regal twirl for him in your wedding dress, “Do I look happier without you?”

Hyunjin feels a tear wet his cheek and it stuns him, he hadn’t felt it coming yet there it is. “Do I look happier without you?” he shoots back, closing the distance between the two of you. “I know I’m the one who told you to stay but I can’t…I can’t stand there and let you marry him. He doesn’t treat you like you deserve to be treated. He can’t love you the way that I love you.”

Pinned against the table, his body too solidly planted to move, there’s nowhere for you to run to escape the truth. He slips his arms around your waist, bringing you into his chest with little concern to the mascara threatening to stain his dress shirt. You let your head rest there and for a moment you can pretend that you’re somewhere else. Back at his apartment maybe, like all those times before, cuddled up against him on the couch talking about nothing as the hours melted away. You always felt so at peace there, so protected. 

“They’re almost ready for you, darling!” a voice rings out as the door swings back open. The two of you scatter in opposite directions, unable to face one of your bridesmaids as she hurries into the room. She stops dead in her tracks, unsure what she’s walked into but positive it’s nothing good. 

“Everything good in here?” she asks, digging for the truth where you wish she wouldn’t. 

“Everything’s fine” you swear, painting on that forced smile again, “He was just leaving. Isn’t that right, Hyunjin?” 

Hyunjin looks to you, unsure what to do. He can’t stay and fight for you, not in front of your bridesmaid, but what happens if he leaves? He has no choice but to see. “Yeah, I was just leaving, uh, good luck with everything.” 

Your head drops as he dips back out into the hallway, leaving you to pick up the pieces all on your own but you can’t be mad at him, not for that. This is as much of your mess to clean up as it is his, if not moreso. You wish you could go back in time and do things differently but you can’t change the past and you can’t change what’s coming. Outside of that door hundreds of people are waiting for you. Your fiance’s waiting for you. The time for wishing has passed. It’s too late. 

A city bus whips through the rain slicked streets, settling as it pulls up to the only bus stop for 15 minutes in either direction. Outside a small crowd of people forms a line, hidden under the cover of jackets or umbrellas. The weather mentioned a chance of light rain but it’s pouring hard enough to make an umbrella almost useless. The second the bus doors swing open they’re piling inside, rushing to pay their fare and escape the downpour. As they settle in their seats the bus driver readies himself to close the door and truck along to the next stop. 

“Wait!” you shout, bolting through the rain to catch him before he peels off. 

Luckily he stops, the sight of you likely being the highlight of his day. You’re standing in front of the bus stop in a wedding dress soaking wet with your heels in one hand and a small clutch in the other. You probably should’ve attempted to grab an umbrella, a jacket, something before you got here but when you’re darting out of a church on your wedding day you don’t particularly have time to raid the lost and found for survival supplies. 

Completely out of breath, you climb onto the bus, attempting to wedge your toes back into your slippery shoes. “I’m sorry for holding you up sir but where does this bus go?”

“What are you doing?” Hyunjin’s calls from somewhere in the distance. 

You peek off of the bus, spotting him not too far away. Your blood runs cold. If he knows where you are, who else does? There’s no time to find out. 

“Nevermind” you say to the bus driver, fishing your fare out of your purse. 

You pay for your ride and scurry to the back of the bus, flopping down into your seat. You’re in a panic, attempting to bring yourself down from the rush of anxiety that came from bolting the second your bridesmaid turned her head. It’s a difficult feat when all eyes are on you. You do your best to appear normal, play it off like any other day, but this isn’t any other day. Everyone can see that.

Their curiosity piques even more when Hyunjin hops on the bus, frantically paying before scanning the seats to find you. A sweet old lady points to the back and Hyunjin rushes towards you, heaving for air as he takes the seat beside you. The bus doors finally close, plodding down the street as the two of you sit at the back like two soggy Barbie dolls. 

Staring out of the window, you watch the world pass you by, finding an odd comfort in the growing space between you and that church. There’s something therapeutic about leaving that place and everyone in it behind. Well, almost everyone. You can’t bring yourself to look at Hyunjin but he’s looking at you. Only at you. He watches you without expectations. There’s no pressure to speak, not even to acknowledge him, he only cares that you’re here and that he’s with you. Placing a hand on your knee, he shifts his attention to his own window, zoning out as the cars whoosh past, splashing rain onto the windows. You sit like this for the rest of the ride, trapped in your own worlds and tethered to each other’s all at the same time.

Everyone else must be searching for you right now. It’s likely that at first no one thought much of it. Someone would’ve suggested that you hadn’t heard the cue or might have run to the bathroom at the last minute. They would’ve sent your bridesmaids to search for you and the groomsmen next. Before long everyone would be in a panic trying to find you. You wonder how long it must’ve taken for them to notice that Hyunjin was missing too. It’s possible that they haven’t even asked that question yet, in too much of a frenzy to find you to think of it but when they do… 

The bus comes to a sudden stop, bringing you back to earth where Hyunjin stands over you tugging at your hand. “Come on, this is our stop.” 

You ask no questions, allowing him to guide you off of the bus and out onto a street corner you slowly begin to recognize. The rain has let up to a light sprinkle, the fresh post rain air a welcome change to the stuffiness of the bus. Looking around you spot a familiar restaurant. It’s the same one you used to grab breakfast from before heading to Hyunjin’s in the morning. Across the street is the park he’d take you to for picnics where you’d sit listening to music while he sketched the landscape in his notebook. His place is only a couple of minutes from here, you could find it with your eyes closed, but you let him lead the way, flashing an awkward smile at strangers whose gazes linger on you along the way.

Hyunjin keeps his hand glued to yours the entire time, not letting it go even as you climb the stairs leading to his apartment. Circumstances aside, it feels nice to have your hand in his again. The sex between you was amazing, each time more memorable than the last, but that wasn’t what he missed the most when you were apart. It was warming your hand with his on a cold day or feeling your noses brush when you kissed. The tiny things people take for granted until they lose them. 

“Wait here” he says once you’re inside, disappearing down the hall and abandoning you to the silence of the living room. 

The place is exactly as you remembered it. The black tufted couch with the fluffy purple star plushie on it. That guitar propped up in the corner that he swore he’d play for you one day but never got the chance to. Bookcases lined with everything from his precious manga to paint stained art history books. Art supplies scattered across the coffee table, a vase of fresh sunflowers positioned at the center.

You’re taken in by all of the new paintings. They’re darker than what he used to make and you try not to linger too much on the reason why. Hyunjin emerges from one of the rooms with a bundle of towels tucked under his arm. He wastes no time making his way back to you, tossing one over your head before you can react. 

“Hyunjin” you giggle as he dries you off like a puppy he’s just given a bath. Your hair goes everywhere, the tiny flower clips throughout it clanking as they fall free and hit the oak wood floors. 

He can’t contain his own laughter at how cute you are with your nose scrunched up like that, your laughter filling these walls for the first time in what seems to be an eternity. “What? I’m helping.” 

“You call this helping?” you pout, snatching a towel and giving him the same treatment he gave you. 

“Ouch, you’re gonna snap my neck!” he whines, twisting free of you. He runs to the other side of the room and you chase after him, draping the towel over his head and wildly tossing his hair around with it. 

“What? I’m helping” you mock. 

Hyunjin grabs you by the wrists, holding you in place, but your fingers still wiggle against his scalp and it tickles. “Stop it” he whispers, bringing you in close enough to watch the pink tint of his cheeks deepen. He says it like a dare masquerading as a threat and you’ve never been a girl opposed to taking Hyunjin’s bait. 

“Or what?”

He turns your wrists loose, hands dropping down to cradle your face in his palms. The surprise of the contact makes your body tense but that only lasts for so long. In the blink of an eye you’re melting into his touch, a low hum of electricity buzzing through you from head to toe. Hyunjin takes a deep breath, staring into your eyes like he’s falling head first into your starry orbs. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”

It’s not a question as much as it is a notice. His lips crash into yours, stealing the air from your lungs to fuel his. This isn’t this kiss you remember. It’s sweeter—deeper. Dripping with enough longing that you can taste it. Your hands traverse each other’s bodies like weary travelers in desperate search of home. A home that’s your fingertips pressed against his chest, tearing at the soaked material of his shirt. A home that’s his hands hungrily devouring your figure through your dress. You’re two planets colliding, every piece of one scattered throughout the other. Neither of you have ever wanted anything this badly. Nothing in this whole wide world. 

“Hyunjin, wait” you somehow manage with his tongue still swirling around yours. You pry your lips free, tempted by how dangerously close to his they remain. “Are we really doing this? Are we…”

“We’re doing this but only if you want it. Do you?” he says softly, tracing the zipper of your dress. 

Your body arches into him, a trail of fire left in the wake of his fingertips. “I do but first there’s something I need to do.” 

“Something like what?” he asks and you catch seeds of panic blooming on that handsome face. 

You pet his chest to soothe his worries, “Something I should’ve done a long time ago. I saw your car when we came in. Can I borrow it? Pretty please?”

Hyunjin studies your expression, doing his best to decipher exactly what’s going through your pretty little head. But he can’t say no to you, that’s never been a strength of his. Digging through his pockets, he finds his keys and holds them out to you, only to snatch them back at the last second. “Come back to me…for good this time.” With that he hands the keys over, stealing one more kiss before you head for the door. 

Stopping in the doorway, you turn back to steal another glance at him. “For the record there was never any competition. It was always you.”

Hyunjin quirks his head at you, grinning as he nibbles at his bottom lip. “And it was always you. Always will be.”

[olderthannetfic]

People with unmet needs need to take their personal responsibility in relationships seriously. I think a lot of people who feel victimized when no request has been denied and no boundary has been crossed simply fail to articulate their wants and needs in a way that also respects the other person's wants and needs.

For example, they get into a relationship and fall hard, but the other person isn't really that into them and the other person eventually loses interest and breaks things off. The first person might feel done wrong, but it's really not fair to expect the other person to both read their mind and reciprocate. When I ask people "did you talk about it" the answer is usually "no, I didn't think I needed to" or something to that effect.

People constantly think they're entering social contracts without ever talking about their expectations. It might just be the autism, but it seems like poor communication to me.

I think people worry they're more likely to be rejected if they're honest about what they want, but silence won't stop the rejection from happening. You are not a stray fox.

--

[blueishspace]

Hero Villain God Bonus 1

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✨Hotguy answers the internet's most asked questions.✨

*The video opens to Hotguy in hero outfit sitting on a chair in a white room, he waves at the camera*

"Hello people! Hotguy here and this is my autocomplete interview!"

*Intro music*

"I'm dyslexic so I don't know how well reading is going to go"

[What Hotguy]

"What is... Hotguy's real name? Oh I'm sorry but you aren't going to find that on the internet! It's very confidential. I have seen a few interesting theories about it though"

*Hotguy has a pensive expression*

"For example, I heard people say I'm secretly Mayor Ren. It's kind of funny even if completely wrong. Next!"

"What is Hotguy's age? Uh, you guys are really curious about me...hence this whole thing, I'm flattered. You know, there is this site that said that I'm in my late fourties! Can you believe it friends? My fourties! I don't look that old do I?"

*The hand of the cameraman appears to do a so-so motion, Hotguy gasps*

"How dare you! I'll have you know I'm not fourty or worse...fifty"

"What is Hotguy's favorite colour? Orange of course! Next question!"

*Hotguy very dramatically reveals the next one*

"What is Hotguy's net worth?"

..."I don't even know Hotguy's net worth and I'm him"

*Hotguy giggles*

"To be honest, my manager helps me with that kind of stuff. They're totally awesome."

"What shampoo does Hotguy use? Oh you like my hair, do you? Well, I like caramel or oh oh! Maple syrup scented shampoo, really nice sweet smell. It was actually gifted to me first by the number 5 hero Tay and I liked it so much I kept buying it."

"What is Hotguy's personality type? I uh never done a test for that, my manager said it would be dumb so I never done it... Maybe I could do it in the future! What do you civilians think?"

[Did Hotguy?]

"Oh no, what did I do? I'm getting worried"

*He anxiously reveals the first one*

"Did Hotguy... Fire his pr team? Who is asking this? No! I did not do anything of the sort, I'll have you know that my pr team is having a great time... What's with that face mr. Camera man?"

*Cut to the next question*

"Did Hotguy kiss... Really? ... Did Hotguy kiss Mother Spore? I very much did not, she almost killed me in fact. I don't know where you guys got the idea that I'm in a relationship with her...moving on-"

"Did Hotguy go to school? Well, I did of course, got a degree too! It was around that time that the Hero association first scouted me actually. It's also when my manager actually became...well, my manager, it was a really busy time for me!"

[When Hotguy]

"Let's see, when did Hotguy appear? Oh! You mean my first public appearance? That must have been a while ago actually, 7 or maybe 8 years ago now? I'm not quite sure to be honest!"

*He puts his hand on his chin in thought before smiling*

"These last few years have been great haven't they? And now with my new sidekick entering the scene the next few are going to be even better!"

"When Hotguy merch? Oh, you can expect new merch coming soon! I have so much I want to say about it but I don't want to spoil the surprise! Just know that it's going to be amazing!"

*Wink*

*There is some noise from behind the camera*

"Oh right! Onto the next question!"

"When did Hotguy fight Poultryman? ... That guy sure is an headache, he's following me even here, never going be free of him I swear. It was around a month ago that I fought him for the first time, of course one failure wasn't enough to stop me! I'm still onto him!"

*He stands up as he says it before remembering where he is and sitting down*

[Who Hotguy]

"Who is Hotguy? Just the top hero in the country of course! I guess people outside of Hermmittopia might not know me as much as they do those who live here... "

"Who was Hotguy's first villain? Oh that I do remember, I think it was Midas... It was Midas right? ... Yeah. A really nasty guy with the power of turning things to gold. Of course I catched him and is now somewhere where he can't hurt anyone. Catching him was hard but I manget- ...managed, sorry, to assault his back-"

*❌ Sound*

"I managed to take him from behind -"

*❌ Sound*

"I managed to... Surprise attack him?"

*✅ Sound*

"Who is Hotguy's PR team... Again? You know what, I'm not answering this one again"

"Who is Hotguy's manager? Oh! I can't reveal their name but they're great, probably the smartest person I know! They're a scientist though, so I guess it makes sense that they would know so much!"

[Is Hotguy?]

"Is Hotguy hot? Sure am, It's in the name for a reason friends! Look at these muscles!"

*Hotguy flexes in front of the camera*

"Using a bow as much as I do will do that for you, requires a lot more strenght then people think."

"Is Hotguy... single? I am, saving the city is a lot of work so I don't really have time to date anyone... I know, so many fans must be heartbroken but don't be sad! If you are interested in love then I'm sure you'll find someone ... Or someones perfect for you!"

"Is Hotguy gay?"

...

"I'm pansexual, It's a very different thing. Moving on!"

[Where Hotguy?]

"Where was Hotguy born? Here in Hermmittopia actually, born and raised here! I know it may sound unbeliavable but it's true"

"Last but not least... Where does Hotguy live? I'm uh I really can't say my adress friend! Especially somewhere a villain might be able to see! Sorry!"

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 58

Hey remember when randomly a couple days ago in the event I mentioned that one of these days makes me irrationally angry??? Yeah this is the one. 

So context for this one is that in the danganronpa section of a server I’m in someone asked a question around the lines of-

“Who is your favorite character for a Mastermind AU?”

Nowadays if you asked me, I’m very fond of the Mastermind AU I drew for Toko and Komaru during Tokomaru Week this year, and it’d probably be my answer nowadays.

However if you asked Jem from several months ago, who was brainrotted to absolute hell over these two to the point that she could barely form an opinion on other characters (don’t worry I fixed that issue in my brain, kinda), you know damn well her instant response was Mikan.

At first it was kind of a non-serious filler answer because I didn’t have anyone else who piqued my interest for that at the time. Arguably at first I wasn’t even interested in Mastermind Mikan initially. And then my brain saw I was apathetic to it and was like “Hold my drink” before it spiraled into an AU, which I of course would then use for Day 58 at the time. 

I drew up a character design and some basic details in a total rush, and then drew a really basic but cute enough image of the two alongside various headcanons for this version of the relationship. I actually intended to draw a bonus image of the two on their own just because I felt like I was kinda scamming ya’ll if I didn’t. However I have like, none of the time for that on my hands right now, I’m JUST starting to learn Web Design at the time of writing this. If people like this enough I might try and actually draw some proper art of this AU again though.

As for why this day makes me angry, uhhhh yeah no it’s completely irrational. I have no justification in the slightest I just know that every time i scroll past this  one while looking through the folder of Junkan art for the project I just get annoyed.

I’m actually really happy with the Mastermind Mikan design, might be a biiiit overdesigned? But let’s be real if we’ve learned anything over the course of whatever the hell you’d call this project, it’d be that I am nothing if not a woman of pure excess, especially within the small realm of this ship. 

Okay so hi this is Jem from like, slightly in the future. And when I say slightly I mean like 20 minutes ahead of the previous paragraph. 

So I drew a Monokuma for this AU. Something I didn’t do for my Mastermind Tokomaru AU. I kind of had the idea for a Mikan version of Monokuma in my head for a decent amount of time, partially because I also want to do some art of Mikan and Junko in Shiro/Kurokuma cosplays later (yeah sorry spoilers there is no shiro or kurokuma representation in this project. But worry not, UDG does have representation, muuuuuch later). That made me think about how Shirokuma does kind of have similarities to Mikan (i think, it’s been awhile), which made me realize that monokuma but purple sounded neat. So there’s this now.

I imagine that Junko would still be voicing this version from behind the scenes. Partially because unless it’s literally an Ultimate Voice Actor Mikan AU there’s no way she can do that for a whole killing game. The other reason is I just kind of imagine that Mikan would take a similar role to Tsumugi, being both a member of the killing game and the mastermind, rather than what Junko did where she faked her death and orchestrated from behind the scenes without suspicions. Also yes this would mean that Junko is behind the scenes as normal, just that this time she’s solely focused on managing Monokuma. The Control Room is directly connected to Mikan’s room for easy, non-suspicious access to all the mechanisms. And also so the two of them can cuddle at night, obviously. 

Oh yeah with this Monokuma Redesign I would probably also change Mikan’s hair pin to reflect the same color scheme, even if I do like the way it looks with normal Monokuma colors. I would also probably make a “normal” Mikan design for this version. Just tone back certain parts of it to give the illusion that she isn’t the mastermind. Y’know, for the game that will totally exist based off this au, definitely. 

Honestly I think rambling about it has made me soften up on this one a bit, for now at least. So for real I might try and draw more of this AU regardless of whether people want it or not. That said y’know, if you DO want more of it feel free to say so cause that will in fact give me some mild motivation lol.

Oh I guess last thing. When I first showed the initial Reference image of this Mikan to friends one of them pointed out that I accidentally made her plan into, what is essentially the American Healthcare System. I swear to god that wasn’t intentional but it did make me laugh. 

As always, Reblogs, Comments, and Little Notes in the Tags are appreciated!~ They always make my day!~

[parasolladyansy]

hi!! i'm the same anon from the languages ask. (thank you for answering btw!! it was very interesting!) i've been having thoughts about pokemon languages for a WHILE, and i'd like to know what do you think was the expansion of "japanese" (let's say hisuian) from hisui to the other regions. if the pearl/diamond clan speaks "japanese", then the galaxy corps learned it from them, yeah? or were they settlers from before that were ALREADY speaking "japanese" (therefore there is no conflict with kanto, johto and hoenn speaking "japanese" too, even if it might have evolved slightly differently)? i have this headcanon that celestica people (who were there even before than the clans) spoke our equivalent "russian" instead, what do you think of that?

also THE LAST CHAPTERS OF THE D&P REWRITE HAVE BEEN HEARTBREAKING AND AMAZING THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SMALL REUNION I LOVED IT ;;;

also if i am annoying feel free to tell me to stop i am Sorry ;; i just like languages a lot.

Hm! I would imagine they were all speaking Japanese, if we were to believe that they all came from “Japanese” regions originally (which I find very likely - there are a couple who have descendants further out in the world like Unova or Kalos, but for the times, I think it makes more sense for them to be from Kanto, Johto, or Hoenn).

I would actually guess that the Celestica people would have spoken “Ainu”, as I think the Celestica people are supposed to represent the indigenous people living in Hokkaido, the Ainu (the story of Legends Arceus being based on the colonization of Hokkaido in the mid-1800’s).

Another thought is that they could be speaking the Pokemon equivalent of an ancient Hellenistic language like Latin, as all the ruins & the Temple of Sinnoh are more styled like ancient Grecian / Roman architecture:

If so, my memories of Art History make me wonder if it’s a reference to the Silk Road at all? Though honestly, I think it’s to communicate that the Pokemon world is a lot more multicultural & diverse than ours is / was (like people who live in “Japanese” regions don’t seem to necessarily be genetically Japanese you know? Ikrit’s an example of that, being white rather than asian) &/or it just “looks ancient” lol.

As for Russian - the Ainu people lived (live?) in Russia as well as northern Japan, so maybe? I could see it being a substitute for Ainu, seeing as it’s an almost dead language, & could make sense in universe? Depends on the direction one wants to go in I guess! If it were me, while I COULD try to excavate my old memories of high-school Latin lol, I’d want to try including Ainu in some way, even if it’s a couple words or a phrase. ;u;

Thank you very much! I hope you keep enjoying the story (lol it’s all good - I love world building, & languages are a part of it!)

PS: Oh! I forgot - while all the “Japanese” regions probably speak “Japanese”, different parts of Japan have their own dialects, much like how different parts of the US have their own words, phrases, & accents.

This showed up in Legends Arceus when Kamado had a moment of losing his cool - in the US English, he seemed to have an almost Southern / country accent, but in Japanese, he talks in a Kansai accent (aka Johto accent). It’s also worth noting that the fire caused by Ho-Oh in Ecruteak City happened about 150 years ago, & as of PLA (set about 150 years ago), Jubilife Village is only 2 years old…

[lemotmo]

Sometimes I can't believe they're real

Q. I don't understand how Oliver can say Buck's bisexuality isn't tied to Tommy. He didn't know he was bisexual before Tommy. There was zero need for Oliver to say his bisexuality isn't tied to Eddie because Eddie has nothing to do with Buck's bisexuality but Tommy literally gave Buck his realization. His bisexuality is absolutely tied to Tommy.

A. So we are rapidly approaching the final ask I will answer on the subject of Tommy or Lou because they are no longer a part of the show. Tommy may be mentioned from time to time from a narrative perspective, though I personally believe it might be one more time at best, but Lou is long gone, thank god, so continuing to talk about either one of them is unnecessary. But I am going to respond to this because this level of absurdity is mind boggling. Your sexuality isn't tied to a specific person or relationship. A person's sexuality belongs to that person and only that person. Buck was bisexual before he realized he was bisexual. Buck is still bisexual even though his relationship with Tommy is over. If the fling he is going to have in 8b, and stop trying to talk yourselves into believing it will be some other kind of vice it won't be, he will have a fling (although hopefully it will be with the person who ends up abducting him), is with a woman he will still be bisexual. He will be bisexual when he's with Eddie. He will always be bisexual. Tommy gave him his first bisexual experience, but that doesn't entitle Tommy to Buck's bisexuality. Abby gave him his first adult relationship and Tommy gave him his first bisexual relationship. Both of those people will always be significant for Buck because of those two things, but neither one of them is owed any kind of ownership over Buck or his identity in any way. They were his firsts. That's the only title either one of them will ever have. Buck was a bisexual man before, during, and after both relationships. Buck not being aware of his bisexuality prior to Tommy doesn't mean it didn't exist before him. And it certainly still exists after him. So Oliver was correct in making sure people understood that no matter who Buck ends up with in his life he will always be a bisexual man. The fact that you don't seem to understand how this works is why Oliver needed to say what he did. You're part of the group of people he was talking too, anon. Hope this helps.

Thank you Nonny!

Yep, yep and yep! I overall agree with Ali.

The only thing I don't fully agree with is that Buck will have another fling in the beginning of 8b. To be honest? Personally, I don't think he will and that he'll try to distract himself with something else. This isn't me trying to fool myself by the way. 😋

Tim did talk about Buck getting into 'something', not 'someone'. Yes, I am aware that Tim is a lying liar that lies, so I could be wrong. 😂 But I have a hunch that they won't take the same old tired path for Buck this time and instead they'll have him involved in something unexpected. What? I haven't the faintest idea. 🤷‍♀️

We'll just have to wait and see.

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[plumpybread]

Asking because of the previous ask, are you not a fan of Ethan anymore? If so, why?

It's complicated, I suppose (rant where i talk abt ethan but then also my OCs in general)

I really do not like the first version of Ethan I made like 3 years ago. Obviously I like indulging in devilish ideas but I don't know, it ended up turning into something I didn't really end up liking too much.

Then I revisited and sort of rewrote his story a bit a while back when making the OC archive site (I'm aware the site is not available anymore for the people who asked, I took it down myself) and was much happier with it for a while.

Don't get me wrong, I like Ethan, I know he's the OC people seem to like the most, but it's still like a personal mental battle of like maybe it's too effed up? Even when I draw characters going through unwilling/accidental extreme weight gain, I make them either ambivalent or accepting of their situation, but for Ethan it's kind of like torture, and I can't bring myself to get like..aroused and excited to draw more of that *personally*.

Changing up his lore wouldn't really work either since his story is based on helplessness and stuff, and it'd be disingenuous to make him be happy with his situation, so I've just sort of subconsciously decided to leave him as is and treat his content as its self contained story more than nsfw art to goon to, if that makes sense. I don't know, maybe I'm just thinking about it too much, but just wanted to say what goes through my head.

I also don't really revisit Ethan for the same reason I don't tend to draw much of all the past OCs I've made, as I see each of them as a way to explore different facets of how weight gain can manifest and adapt into a character's life to create a story around it, and I feel like I've covered most of the ground around them already.

All of my OCs come from a sudden short prompt that pops up in my head, usually out of nowhere. I suddenly wanted to make a big-hearted southern farm guy who was super massive and I immediately ran to draw Rudy, for example.

I draw them a little reference, with my typical bullet points next to them with basic info to get an idea of what their dynamic is like, and a more lengthily written backstory or description if I'm feeling fancy under it, and then for the next week or two it's all art of them and answering questions about them... and then another idea pops up, and a new OC comes in.

It's not that I get tired of them, but I just simply do not know what to draw with them. Ethan is the biggest outlier in this case, since he is my fattest OC and half immobile, you just don't really know how else to bring something new that's not him laying on his bed at a slightly different angle.

I guess that's why I always do OC asks, I sort of need them to be able to know what to draw with them, since I struggle coming with things like that by myself, and you know I always like avoiding drawing a character in a void with no context.

The Genshin Obesity AU is my longest running like "project"?? thing just because there is an endless amount of content I can pull from since there's all these characters, places and possibilities I can write from. My OCs are obviously much more self-contained and moreso serve as individual experiments to explore different people and scenarios, so after the 10th drawing of them... I genuinely do not know what else I can add to them.

I hope that was a bit insightful. I know most of you guys love Ethan, and I love him too! But I don't know, I guess this is why I don't tend to have immobile/near immobile OCs, since the potential art ideas for them drop to just them sitting on a mattress or sitting on the floor and I'm just left confused on what to do with them.

Maybe Ethan in his college days is something you guys might be interested in? Or I don't know, I'm just writing this post as my thoughts enter my head.

Sorry for the rant, I sure do love typing, hope this clears up some questions people might've had

[majimaisms]

Do you think Majima has ADHD?

well. its not something i think about when im writing him, so i guess in a functional sense the answer is no. but that's mostly because i haven't analyzed his behavior through this framework. the question to ask there, for me, is "is it useful to analyze majima through this framework?" does it explain things about him? is it conducive to developing a better understanding of him as a person? does it explain why he has the problems he has? because that is my primary concern as a writer, to understand a character. and i guess my gut feeling on that (as someone with ADHD) has been that, no, it would not be useful to me.

that being said, we could certainly try to make an argument for majima having ADHD, and failing that, explain why he might not have it with something more substantial than a "gut feeling" lmao. so. long answer under the read more (be warned that it is very long)

keep in mind that ADHD unfortunately remains a poorly understood and understudied disorder, and that i am by no means an authority on the subject. here's what it takes to reliably diagnose someone with ADHD, which, even if i were a trained professional, i would not be able to do, because i can't interview him. but we can still work with what we have.

first, lets look at what ADHD is.

to make a case for majima having ADHD, you could point to his apparent hyperactivity, and i think you could be inclined to take his boredom during meetings and lack of interest in anything business-related as a manifestation of his inattentiveness symptoms. he can't pay attention because he's easily distracted, etc.

similarly, this line from him in dead souls made me think about how people with ADHD also often tend to find their own way of doing things, which may seem counterintuitive or nonsensical to others. there are more references to him "doing things his own way" in dead souls, y0 and kiwami (that i can remember), so this is just one example. he certainly has a unique way of going about things and he takes pride in that, even if people think it's odd. this is definitely something neurodivergent people across the spectrum experience.

however, this is a pretty surface level analysis. let's look at a more detailed description of how these symptoms may manifest

Attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder in adult life (Silver, 2000).

re: hyperactivity, his career choice certainly is an active one, but he didn't choose it for that reason. we see him in meetings many times, and yes, he's bored, but he never fidgets or exhibits any of the behaviors described here. he doesn't seem to find it difficult to "sit still". he likes being active, yes, but he's not restless in this way. he gets restless before fights, but i would consider that an exception, not the rule.

re: inattention, i don't think majima struggles with any of the problems described here. i don't think we see him being "distracted" or "spacey" at all in any of the games. in fact i remember him calling someone a "space-case" in y0, so it's something he actively notices and dislikes in other people. majima doesn't have trouble "filtering out unimportant thoughts", he has the opposite problem of being too single-minded. guy has tunnel vision when it comes to carrying out tasks. he finds something to do and doesn't stop until he's done. his life is anything but "full of incomplete tasks or activities." and i don't think his disinterest in meetings is due to an inability to stay focused, i think he just finds it boring and doesn't want to hear about it. because there's nothing to suggest this is something that causes a problem in his life, or that he couldn't change it if he wanted to.

as for impulsivity, i also don't remember him interrupting anyone, but of course impulsivity doesn't begin and end there. Moeller et al. (2001) define impulsivity as "a predisposition toward rapid, unplanned reactions to internal or external stimuli without regard to the negative consequences of these reactions to the impulsive individual or to others."

i elaborate on this in the analysis essay im working on, but i argue that majima is not impulsive. he pretends to be impulsive as part of the mad dog act, but when you look at what he's actually doing in his day-to-day life, he's always planning. majima everywhere is a great example of this. he doesn't let himself be derailed by momentary distractions, he doesn't compromise his plans like that. and he basically deals in plans, they're his bread and butter. both short term and long term plans, and it's especially the latter that i would like to emphasize here.

what makes ADHD as a disorder so disruptive to not only daily life but life in general is that it makes you disorganized and unable to follow through on plans or tasks. in my very limited literature review (that i conducted to answer this as properly as i could, lol) i found Barkley's explanations to be very useful towards understanding ADHD as a disorder, especially as someone who lives with it, so i'll share some insights from him below

ADHD and Executive Functioning

there's evidence pointing to a strong relationship between ADHD and executive dysfunction. however, it's important to note that they are not synonymous, so problems with executive functioning may not be necessary for an ADHD diagnosis if other symptoms are present.

majima is a master of executive function. i can't speak to #3 or #4 because i don't have access to his daily internal thoughts, but everything else on this list is something majima is very good at. the only exception to #2 i can think of is him hitting mirei, and there's a reason that was so out of character for majima. the reason is that he is not impulsive. he has incredible levels of self-restraint. he's aware of the consequences, too aware if anything. it's part of what makes him so good at what he does.

i think an interesting thing you realize about majima as you go on analyzing him is that he's not doing half the shit he does despite the consequences, he's doing it because of them. and the rest of the time, it's not that he was momentarily unaware of the consequences, he just doesn't care. he's not rude or blunt or aggressive or physically violent because he's not thinking about the consequences in that moment and acting on impulse. he just doesn't care. again, mirei is an exception, but i don't think that qualifies him as someone who generally struggles with self-restraint.

he's always doing things deliberately, intentionally. he is too good at planning for the future. he's very calculating and in control of his behavior. impulsive behavior is something you might regret doing, but couldn't stop yourself from doing. even with simple things, such as deadlines, or literally any plan at all. majima does not experience this very often if at all, and he certainly doesn't experience it often enough for it to be an overarching pattern causing problems in his life.

again, he does not struggle with executive dysfunction. he is very good at organizing and planning for the long term and carrying out those plans. he's very good at getting what he wants, and what he needs. there's no obstacle to that that arises from his own impaired ability to see things through.

to go back to impulsivity for a moment, there's another form of impulsivity that often gets overlooked, and is understudied in ADHD research, and that is emotional impulsivity.

there's a lot of debate around this, with people saying emotional symptoms are too nonspecific to be used as diagnostic criteria, but a 2018 study suggests emotional impulsivity and disrupted emotional self-regulation may be specific enough to ADHD to be part of the diagnostic criteria. however, they specifically excluded irritability from these symptoms, and i would say that irritability is maybe the one thing that we can observe in majima that he regulates poorly. but again, even that i would argue is mad dog. we see him in y0 being incredibly, i mean just unimaginably patient. and his emotional states don't seem to persist, he can self-regulate better than most people i know. he talks to himself, hypes himself up, talks himself down, etc. we see this a lot in y0.

i think this is true for majima, so again, points to him not having ADHD.

that being said, i do wonder if his "let's fight it out" outlook on life isn't related to emotional impulsivity. the study suggests that people with ADHD might "prefer the immediate reward of a quick emotional response (e.g., relief of distress) rather than the longer term rewards of self-regulation (e.g., not aggravating an already demanding situation)."

majima prefers to get everything out in the open and resolve the conflict with violence instead of trying to regulate his emotions through other means. he doesn't ignore his emotions, if he's frustrated or annoyed, he wants to fight you about it. but him being yakuza complicates things here, because he's doing this with the express purpose of resolving the situation, not accidentally escalating it. and it works. because that's the norm in his community. so, again, i don't know if this counts. the y0 examples with sagawa and shimano are so strongly against this reading of him that i can't think of any counter-evidence that would cancel it out.

so, to summarize, we can see some overlap between ADHD symptoms and majima's behavior. but all of this is to say nothing of other potential causes for these symptoms. depression, anxiety, bipolar, these are all things that can manifest in similar ways, or even be comorbid with ADHD. so without screening him for other conditions, we can't say anything definitive.

there's also different frameworks to consider. you could certainly turn to psychiatric conditions to explain some of these things, but nothing in life is so simple. you could also point to poverty, a dysfunctional home environment, trauma, cultural factors, all of which are things that interact with each other, which complicates things further. and i could talk about that for another hour.

also important to note here that i have ADHD myself, so i think that is actually another complicating factor that makes me averse to seeing majima as having ADHD, because i look at him and i just see all the ways in which we're so different when it comes to executive function.

ultimately, i think a good approach to take with diagnoses is to look at whether or not it would be useful to the person to have that diagnosis. would it help them understand themself better, would the diagnosis help them with things they are struggling with? would it increase their likelihood of getting treatment they need? would it help them connect with people who share their diagnosis and build a support system? and i simply don't see this to be the case for majima. i don't think he has problems in his life that are caused by ADHD, and i don't think he would benefit from a diagnosis.

however, i think it's also important to take a step back and ask, does it help you to see majima as someone with ADHD? is that useful to you? because ultimately, majima is a fictional character, and one of the most valuable functions of art, in my opinion, is that it can act as a bridge in your relationship with yourself. what i mean is, dont let my answer discourage you from headcanoning him however you want <3

lastly, i want to say thank you for sending me this ask, because i got super excited about it and fell down a research rabbithole and that is something i really, really enjoy. i also care a lot about this subject so i'm happy i got to yap about it. i think there's a lot of conversations to be had around this that i find fascinating, especially as it relates to queerness and neurodivergence in general, but i'll maybe save that for another time lmao

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Plot twists that could be funny.

Charlie wants everyone to bond, but Angel gets to pick the activity so he tries taking them all to a little old fashioned place he knows that's sorta from around when he died.

And it's a strip joint, with gin and jazz. Charlie thinks it's... interesting, but definitely not great. Watching Alastor like he might explode at the sudden influx of naked people on stage.

Only to be completely thrown off guard as Mimzy comes hurtling out from the manager's office to greet them, and Alastor speaks to a number of the dancers by name. Unbothered by the sudden number of bodies pressing close, implying this is definitely Not the first time he's been here.

Husk doesn't seem surprised, at least, and ends up chatting to someone currently on the pole to their immediate left. Nothing sensual, he seems to be asking about how their latest attempt at gardening with hellplants was turning out. And the utterly inverted sequined sinner there is answering excitedly, moving through the routine while chatting about fire proof gloves and fertiliser types.

Niffty is briefly lost but then located rapidly spinning around a pole and giggling madly. She looks like a one person tornado, more blur than person, as several of the dancers look on in a fondly exasperated way.

Mimzy is initially mad at them all, primarily Alastor, but brushes it off with a general "Oh I just can't stay mad at you, doll... come get a drink!" and in a blink everyone is seated across several squished together plush couches in one of the quieter corners.

Dancers are everywhere, all varieties, costumes well made and maintained from a very 1920s to 1950s style. Angel can't help but ask about them, he knows Val would never let him in something so old fashioned but... maybe just for him, at the hotel, you know?

Mimzy nudges Alastor, and the Radio Demon rolls his eyes in a friendly yet put upon manner, before twirling a finger. Instantly switching Angel's attire out for something akin to that of the other ladies, gentlemen and assorted sinners present with no particular inclination in either direction.

"I don't believe this falls under the purview of the facilities manager but... as needs must. Do let me know if it pinches, Rosie is far superior at clothing magicks, she can work out sizing merely by eyeballing you across a crowded room. Remarkable."

Mimzy crosses her arms, scowling. "Hey, we don't mention her here... you know that."

"Apologies, I thought you were over that little spat."

"She started it, she can apologise for it."

"I do believe you were the one that set her Emporium on fire first, Mim, which would warrant a smidge of grovelling on your part, no?"

"Hey, whose side are you on anyway? She's so fuckin' uptight and..."

Radio dials flash in a gentle warning. "Magnolia, I daresay you may have had enough to drink, if you are falling into such melancholy thoughts... perhaps you should take dear Charlotte to the dancefloor and show her how to move, hmmm?"

"Yeah, yeah... you'd think alla that work together when we was alive would count for something, but I know you like her better..." she mumbles, clearly trying to sway the man as she storms off. "Princess, you know anything about the Lindey Hop? Cause you're about to!"

The princess shoots a mildly terrified smile at Vaggie before she was dragged away to a side area near the bar where patrons were trying to move to the fast-paced music. Dancers spun intermittently on small stages and well-anchored table tops about the bar area, moving in well choreographed actions to the same music that had sinners shaking the floorboards.

It was a very strange place to be, but the alcohol kept flowing, so who was to naysay it?

Angel, running fingers over the intricate beading of his attire, drops boldly into Alastor's lap and puts a pair of hands around the Overlord's neck. He feels the frission of static zip up his fur, and briefly rethinks if this was wise... but the other relaxes.

"Angel, I hadn't assumed you so foolish as to land in the literal lap of a second overlord..." Alastor teases, and Husk lets out a soft breath of relief nearby. There's at least two of Mimzy's crew brushing his wings out right now as they chatted, drinks passed around as conversation rose and fell between songs.

"Hey, I just wanna say thanks for the outfit, it's fuckin' amazing! Always wanted something like this, back when I was alive but... my dad woulda probably killed me if I'd nabbed one. Did NOT like the whole queer thing, I tell ya." Angel beamed, a second pair of hands stroking the bodice. "You said Rosie does this sorta thing to? The Canibal Overlord? I thought her crew were all ankle-length dresses and like..." He gestures to all of Alastor.

"Ah, a common misconception... dear Rosie is an amazing seamstress, as are the cannibals and bettes under her tutelage. Why, I believe that before Miss Velvette was around, a number of items for your... employer... were created by Cannibal Town. I understand, from what you have shown in your movies, that the quality has taken quite the turn for the worse in recent times."

Angel snorts, covering his face with one set of hands and wrapping the others around his torso as he laughed. "Only... only you would watch one'a my films and notice the shitty quality of the fabric an' props, Al... fuck, you better nevah change, cause you're a riot when you wanna be."

"Indeed. Husker, my good man, would you please do a little twirl for your beau?"

"Do a what for my what now?" the bemused and now wary cat replied. "Aw, come on..."

With a snap, the cat was now in an equally ornate outfit to rival Angel's, and Husker's shoulder sagged. He did look marvellous, and the yellow suited him, but the reluctance at the sudden costume change was evident in his half-shuffle-turn, ending the move with a sarcastic Ta-Da with angry spirit fingers.

Angel nearly fell off Alastor's lap in surprise. Oh, he was going to have to get the kitty to wear that again, later, in their room... sucks that he didn't have anything to offer the deer back for this little gift. Well, nothing that he knew Al would want... unless the guy wanted something smuggled up from Lust Ring through some back alley connections. No judgement. Angel had the hook up for primo toys...

Theatrically, he leaned over toward the nearest ear and said, "Best gift. Ever. Can I offer to suck ya-..." and bursts into laughter as he is immediately moved to a nearby chair by a hastily conjured tentacle. "I mean, I can work with tentacles too, y'know..."

"Husker, do deal with your man, he seems to have lost his sense of self preservation. " Alastor grins, a genuine thing that seemed to reach around the edges of the ever-present smile. He flicks his gaze to an overwhelmed looking Vaggie, who was awkwardly trying to converse with several fast talking dancers around her. Eye also trailing after a flustered looking Charlie who was being absolutely hurled about the dance floor by Mimzy.

Somehow, Niffty seemed to be in the mix, and it wasn't clear how that even worked but her added weight helped counterbalance the enthusiasm of Mimzy's tosses and twirls.

Vaggie caught him looking and her gaze hardened. "What are you looking at? Don't do anything creepy, because I will stab you if you try."

"Oh relax, Vagathina-May Junebug the fourth. I was merely taking... measurements."

"Taking-...? Wait, what did you call me?"

"Well Vaggellina von Taxpayer, I noted you seemed a little tense. There is no one here who is an actual threat to you or your darling Charlotte, many here who would indeed 'throw hands' as they say to protect her. You can... how did angel put it the other day? 'Unclench before you strain something'." Alastor adds, twilring his finger.

Vaggie chokes off a noise of worried anger as she suddenly finds herself wearing something rivalling that of the others in the establishment, of a pale pink that matched her eye. It was lovely, but she felt so... exposed.

"Why did you-...?"

"Ah, ah, ah!" He waggled a finger at her, and the grin turned mischevious. "Just wait for it..."

A soft gasp from behind made Vaggie whirl to find a flustered Charlie standing there, drinking in the sight with obvious wonderment in those lovely eyes. Vaggie couldn't help the way her heart pounded at the adoration there, but let her hair fall over her shoulders to cover up.

"Oh no, are you cold? Here, take my jacket!" Charlie rushes forwards, and wouldn't you know it, the jacket fits perfectly with the outfit, as if someone made it as part of a set. She briefly wants to thank and throttle the smug bastard in their perispheral.

Niffty was flung overhead and caught lazily in a tendril, dropped back to the floor to scurry back to Mimzy, who delighted in hurtling the tiny maid in all directions as they danced raucously.

Angel had succeeded in getting Husk to laugh and at least partially dance along with him. Charlie was looking at Vaggie, and then turning pleading eyes on the Radio Demon... who roleld his own, and provided a red outfit for her. Not quite the business suits she favoured, but definitely lovely on her.

Charlie would have taken the world by storm if she'd been a model during the flapper era, she was made for the look. Lucifer probably was too, more's the pity... angels had a way of making anything look majestic on them. Speaking of, it was a surprise his majesty hadn't popped in to bother them all with a new duck, today.

Charlie had tried to have him come along to bond with the group, but he had 'paperwork' to deal with apparently. Alastor had snarked that patenting a new design for a toy no one would be able to safely give to a child, hardly qualified... but the King had thrown hellfire at his head in retaliation as he dissolved into shadow. So the pair were 0:0 in terms of their ongoing dad-off.

"Vaggie you look so cute! I wanna dance with you, you'll never believe the moves I just learned!"

"Okay, okay, I guess we can try. Just don't fling me about too much, I just got my wings back and it's taking time to rebalance when I do weird athletic things."

Angel's incoming innuendo is forestalled by Husk putting a paw over the man's mouth. "No."

The eyebrows waggle all the same, suggesting what the mouth could not. Several of the dancers laughed, groups moving in and out of the area as their routines cued up or ended.

They were delighted to show off moves, talk about gossip, or generally just interact with people who weren't interested in getting handsy. Angel was delighted to chat with other people in the bizz, and subtly ask about how it paid... what Mimzy was like as a boss, and share gossip about the whole loan shark fiasco.

Husker still looked like someone had pissed in his drink anytime the vivacious little flirt Mimzy was within line of sight. Too many run ins with her nonsense had given him a natural inclination to dislike her.

Still, the way she treated her people was good... even if she did see Al and previously even Rosie before their falling out, as a Get out of Jail card more than a person. He always wondered what she'd been like alive... but from the few things he'd gotten out of Al about it, she was pretty much the same reckless floozy then too.

Across the room, in one of the dim areas, someone was getting a tad aggressive. There was always one fucker who just couldn't understand the whole 'look with your eyes, not with your hands' thing everyone else had mastered as itty little kids.

Mimzy pulled an obscenely long-barrelled revolver from her cleavage, leaving more than a few wondering how that had fit. "Alright, I've gotta go eject someone before he hurts... is that Sapphire? Looks like 'em." She pauses, blinking coquettishly, "Unless you wouldn't mind putting the fear'a You into a rude customer?"

"Only for the sake of dear Sapphire's continued wellbeing, I suppose..." Alastor sighs dramatically, snapping his fingers as he dissolved into shadow.

Whatever Angel had been expecting, and let's be real he was hoping for big spooky Al to eat the guy the way Angel sometimes dreamed of the resident overlord disposing of Valentino for him... it didn't pan out. The porn star's jaw nearly hits the floor when Alastor rematerialises sitting the in the problem customer's lap, startling the weird dinosaur looking Sinner enough to make him let go of the dancer he'd been harrassing.

"What the-...?"

"Well now, my good man, I do believe this is the part where we keep our hands to ourselves or someone might eat them, yes indeedy!"

"The fuck are you to come between me and that whore? I paid for 'em, they're gonna do what I want-..." the bravado died down as static filled the air, that grin went wider and more menacing as the shadows darkened. "...wait fuck, please... I didn't mean-... didn't know this was under your protection... please?!"

"Oh, far too late for that, you foolish little lizard. You may need to learn some manners the hard way, and-..." he pauses, "can you at least try not to find this threat to your life arousing? Someone might get the wrong idea and have to tear it off. Ah, there we good, go show."

Shadows darkened in that area, blocking off the view but not the screams... and then it was gone. Only the newer patrons appeared affected in any way, shaken and looking to be on their best behaviour all of a sudden.

The dancers and Mimzy kept moving as normal, a few comforting the shaken Sapphire, as Niffty swooped in to deal with the few blood splatters on the wall as Alastor materialised back by the booths.

"Thanks Al, let me get you a drink as thanks. That guy came in three times last week just to pester poor Sapph, and the week before that he'd lucked out with Neptune over there. Thought we'd run him off good last time, but he's either dumber or more resilient than we thought." Mimzy adds, flicking a hand at a nearby dancer to retrieve the drink.

"Of course, Magnolia... he could have used a bit of seasoning, but, perhaps his time reforming will give the fool a chance to work on his manners."

"Psst, remember ya gotta call me Mimzy down here... ain't gotta lotta sway when you sound too flowery."

"Oh, and I suppose the fact you and Rosie were a floral pair has nothing to do with it... Maggie?" he teases, and she baps him on the face in playful fury. Alastor laughs in response and she rolls her black eyes.

"Thanks for stopping him." Sapphire exhales, appearing boneless with relief. They clenched their fists as if wanting to shake hands or hug or soemthing, but couldn't quite get their limbs to work right.

"Think nothing of it, you know I do like to directly discourage bad behaviour at Mimzy's holdings. You deserve respect and dignity as well, never forget that."

Angel felt, somewhat, that last statement was aimed his way too as the dancers fawned over the Radio Demon. He did appear surprised by the response, but smoothed over the momentary microexpression with nonchalance.

Hah, I saw that, mister. Angel felt he'd never get a better chance to rattle the Overlord. "Hey Al, you uh... seem a little overdressed considering what you whipped up for the rest of the hotel crew. You gonna make it fair, or keep being all old timey on us?"

The radio dials he got back made the spider laugh rather than shake in fear. They snapped back to normal.

"True, in the spirit of equality... but only for a moment. Should certain people find out, we'd have a whole other problem on our hands." Alastor capitulates, his attire shifting to an entirely too-red yet somehow fitting outfit. The fact that most of the dancers seemed nonplussed by it suggested that perhaps this was not the first time he'd been seen in something outrageous around them.

Angel had always wondered about that 'turns into a kitten' statement Mimzy made first time they met her. What that could even look like with a guy so uptight as Alastor, and if that was code for 'got roaring / shitfaced / zozzled drunk beyond belief and did weird insane crap no one would believe if you told 'em'.

Starting to think that may be true.

Alastor gestured again and his normal attire returned. "Satisfied?"

"Oooh, deer daddy, not as satisfied as I could make yo-..." Angel lost the sultry edge as a wet napkin plopped him in the face.

"Enough of that, thank you."

Vaggie seemed like she was considering gouging out her own eye, a thousand yard stare there. Charlie was patting her shoulder and marvelling at the lovely wall tiles. Probably felt like her weird uncle just turned up in something way too revealing to the family potluck. But Angel could store that image away for future use.

"Well, Mimzy my dear we have had a splendid evening but I do believe we need to get certain sinners back to bed because I believe at least one person has an early meeting to attend and another has to be up before lunch for their shift." Alastor said, smoothly, subtly gathering up Hazbin staff and guests alike.

Vaggie was frowning, looking right at Alastor's chest.

Angel understood, he was pretty fucking impressed that the Radio Demon could hide such a ridiculous amount of fluff under those weird bondage suspender things a'his without giving the game away. Gave him a pinch of envy to think about comparing them.

Still, looked soft... wonder what he'd have to barter to test it out, for comparison reasons. He knew Husk's fur was almost as soft as Angel's own, especially the chest fluff, but what about Al?

"Alastor, I need to talk to you about-..." Vaggie started, voice cutting off as the lights sparked violently and the live band petered out.

Only then did he hear Husk swear, as the blinking red dot on a security camera started to go insane, the tech seizing as the Television Demon hurtled through it to rematerialise across from them.

"ALASTOR!" he thundered, seam venting from the sides of his head as the fans whirred.

"Ah... fuck." Looking rather betrayed, Alastor glared at Mimzy. "You didn't mention the cameras, dear... would have been ideal to know when we arrived."

She shrugged sheepishly. "I forgot... a gal's sometimes four sheets to the wind."

"The saying is Three Sheets to the Wind, but I did not you took a whole bottle of gin for yourself, so I understand the mathematics involved."

"Aw fuck off, Al... you want me to send him packing? I've had enough'a him pestering you."

"It's fine, I can-..."

"I will always find you, Alastor... you can't hide from me!" Vox laughs, striding forwards like a shark through a school of fish as patrons fled. "Liked the little number from before, maybe we can negotiate that making a comeback, hmm? Time to stop this bullshit and join m-... the Vees."

He pauses in shock as a glass smashes across his face, alcohol dripping down his fancy suit. Someone's sharp stripper heel draws blood from his shoulder as they swing it violently in his direction.

"Gettouta here!" shouts a dancer, picking up a drink coaster and throwing it next, as the echidna-like dancer next to her smashes a bottle against the bar for an impromptu weapon. A third and fourth are picking up chairs from nearby, fur up in a threat display.

Others seem to have attended the Mimzy school of well-concealed weaponry, as they are pulling them from locations in skintight attire where it passed beyond improbable and landed squarely in physically impossible territory. One should not be able to manifest a bazooka like that...

Several of the others were simply blocking the way, and jeering the television.

"You're just a creep who don't understand the meaning of No, and we don't like your kind here."

"We told ya not to come here, before, Vox. Take your little eye trick home."

"Looks like there's a lotta us, and one of you, you sentient toaster. Wanna dance?"

"Fuck off you flat faced motherfucker!"

"Well, I do love the enthusiasm, but I can certainly deal with him on my own." Alastor added, ears twitching in unmitigated delight as Sapphire and someone he knew to be called Petrichor (of all things) managed to get a feather boa about the television's throat and tried strangling him.

There were a lot of weapons aimed at Vox right now, he didn't dare try discharging volts at the employees. But his gaze landed on Alastor, eye spinning as he seethed with unbridled rage, the impotence in that moment conflicting with his obsessive desires.

"Call off your little sluts, Al, this is beneath you. hiding behind filth like this rather than fighting me of your own accord... and even then, why fight? You know full well we could be great together."

"For someone able to access apparently everything on your little electronic web, you certainly struggle with the concept of-..."

"He said no, ya ugly motherfucker, now back off or I blow your circuits across the city!" Mimzy cries, cutting off what was certainly building up to be a cutting remark from Alastor.

"Oho, but it's not a choice anymore is it, Al?" Vox grinned, and the Overlord has the distinct recollection of that drone at the battlesite. "We can protect you, Vel can erase all traces of that video from the internet... no one has to know about what happened to your staff. You just have to stop this whole... not interested nonsense and meet me halfway."

"Still no, but thanks for calling in. That's all the time we have for today, so do try your luck next century..."

"Fucking-... fight me properly you coward!" Vox yells, and lights pop. With a wave of his hand, Alastor replaces them, and Niffty has the shards swept away before any hit the floor.

Sapphire yanks back on the boa. "Hey, stop talkin' to him."

"Yeah, we said you need to leave and this time we're not taking no for an answer. How's that feel, you teletubby-looking bastard?!"

"This really is unnecessary, all..." Alastor tries to diffuse the situation before anyone got hurt. Also deeply puzzling what in the Seven Rings a teletubby was...

"Nah, we got this." Chirps an angelic looking thing barely taller than Niffty at his side, he recalls their name is Oregano... and never got around to asking why they went with that. They open their pretty pink lips to reveal rows upon rows of vicious teeth as they smile. "You protect us all'a the time, it's our turn now. We don't like what he tries, Mr Alastor... not then, not now."

Oregano launches at Vox and gets quite the death grip on one shoulder as the Overlord shrieks in disjointed static. It's like watching a chihauha latch onto a great white, and win.

"Fuck fuck fFFFFfuuu<<<cccKKK! Fi111ne33, but yo0000u'll bee3 sorry wh333-...n the video h111ts Hell... that H0te333l won't b3333 s4aaaf333 anymo00000re333..." Vox snarls, finally realising he was in a no win situation. He couldn't hypnotise this many sinners in all directions in person, and discharging at this distance would only incur Alastor's wrath. "N333xttt T1111mmmmmeee333..."

So saying, Vox hurled himself back into the nearest light fixture as the bulb popped. Niffty had it managed immediately.

Alastor rolled his eyes, waved at the disarray until it snapped back to order, and grinned at Mimzy. "Well, that was certainly dramatic... ah, he hasn't truly learned anything in all these decades. I shall relish finding a way to turn him into a fine dining experience... after I work out which parts are even still organic." He laughed.

Mimzy elbows him in the hip. "Hey, you be careful a'that one, he's like one of them poisonous blowfish things. You eat the wrong bit and it' kills you."

"Nevermind all that, is anyone actively injured? Dear Miss Vaggaline here is quite the field medic when needed. Congratulations on collectively repelling the repulsive overlord with nothing more than his least favourite thing... social disapproval."

Charlie is suddenly hugging him while trying not to make physical contact. A baffling situation. "Ohmygosh Al, are you okay? That was awful... why did he...? How did he even know...?"

Angel rubbed at his nape. "Yeah, sorry I talked you inta the outfit thing, Smiles... didn't know ya had a technostalker who might take it as an invitation."

"Oh do lighten up, team! I assure you that this is nothing in the grand scale of things between Vox and I, merely a delightful occurrence wherein I was not the one forced to tear him limb from limb. The lovely hosts of this fine establishment showed him what-for in grand fashion!"

"Yeah, but what he said was... kinda worrying. He acted like he wanted to own you, like... the way Val does ta me." Angel pressed.

Alastor paused, smile thinning. "Because he does. When Vox cannot have what he wants, he tries to take, to force and to persuade. Thankfully, his abilities and mine are too similar for his little hypnotic trick to work, so he is easily kept at bay. He will be back, but not for a while, so let us not ruin a good evening out with such a sour note. I understand that the band members are setting up again... who cares to dance?"

"I will. Show me that weird swing thing that Mimzy did with Charlie." Vaggie says, stepping up and surprising even herself. Alastor still takes her hand, leading her to the dancefloor as the instruments begin to play once more.

Several of the dancers had broken off into groups to laugh about their victory, and yet more gravitated to the dancefloor. Almost dancing too close, as if nervous to be far from him. It was clearly bothering the overlord, but he persisted... showing Vaggie a slowed version of the dance until her confidence began to rise.

"How do you get that kick move in there? I... I can't see it well with my eye and I don't want to fall over." Vaggie asks, and he demonstrates for her once more, as she copies. Elation flooding through her as she manages it properly. Her hand grips onto his, and Alastor looks to the ex-orcist in surprise, eyes darting over her as if assessing for ailment.

"I know you're hurt. I saw... something... when you switched outfits, and it looked angry. I also know you and Adam fought, but he came after Charlie afterwards. Is that what Vox has on you?"

He actually has to pause his movement or risk stumbling, wide-eyed at her audacity. She hoped Heaven could hear the clang of her big metallic bollocks as she buckled in to this course of action, deciding to push further.

"It doesn't matter if that's it... I know we don't really get along, not well at least. You're hiding something, and I don't trust that you can get around it to tell the truth of why you're at the hotel... but you fought for us, so I trust in your actions if not your words. However, you are part of the hotel Alastor, and that means we can protect you too. Whether you like it or not."

"There's no need, it's simply a passing issue that will resolve..."

"Not if what I think happened, happened." She retorts. "That stupid axe of his was formed from the Grace Heaven gave him, the stuff that makes Angels. It's like acid to sinner bodies, like concentrated angelic steel that is semi-alive. If you did get hit with it... there are ways to fix it. But they take time... time you might be unable to fully use your powers, and time where you would need to trust that others could protect you."

"As I said there's-..."

"No, I'm talking. It's me being calm and rationale, or Charlie sobbing all over you until you're a soggy mess. I think you'd prefer me, somehow." Vaggie preens, knowing she has him verbally cornered. "If, for example, Vox had a video of Adam winning against you and wounding you, and if he let it out to the masses... you would be safe at the hotel. Anyone coming to challenge you would meet with me, with Angel, with Husk and Charlie and possibly Niffty but I'm still not sure her motivations. Because, you fucking dumbass, you're a part of the hotel... and you fought for us, so we'll return the favour. Same as how these guys all decided to throw hands with an Overlord to protect your honour. Or whatever."

"...your support is... appreciated."

"So you'll let us help?" she queries, suspicious at the lack of fight.

"I dont believe there is much choice, based on the expressions of those around us enslaved to their little telecommunications devices."

Phones bleeped with incoming news as Vox went about his cruel revenge, joyfully broadcasting the footage of an Overlord taken down by the First Man. Leaving the handy little tidbit that Alastor was injured and unguarded right now.

"Well, fuck." Vaggie mutters. She drags the taller overlord across the floor to the other Hotel inhabitants. "Alright everyone, time to go home and lock the doors for a bit. Charlie, hun, can you call your dad?"

She feels Alastor stiffen and jerks her hand off his arm. "Hey, the King can be enough of a deterrant for most to reconsider blowing out the walls on us... and if soeone gets in, we handle them."

Alastor narrows his eyes but then snaps back to a patently fake smile. He whirls on Mimzy and kisses her hand, theatrically. "My dear, what an intriguing night you have provided us, and our sincerest apologies for the whole Vox intrustion. I trust that you and our dear dancer friends will not begrudge us attending in future... despite the chaos?"

"You can come anytime, Mr Alastor!" enthused one of the nearby dancers. "We feel safe when you're here to keep the patrons quiet!"

"But, my dear fellow... Iceberg, was it? I saw that all of you have things well in hand even without my presence, based on how easily you overpowered Vox."

"Yeah, but we like t'see ya around, sir!" agrees an amazonian looking sinner, Warratah he believes is her new moniker.

"Ain't nothing that self-important blowhard can say or do that would change our minds. Miss Mimzy and us, we like you... and your friends at the hotel. Come back whenever. I'm getting real good at using throwing knives, so I gotcha covered, huh?" winks Sapphire, waving at the Radio Demon.

"This is all kindsa touching, but we need to get out of here before Vox lets slip where we are in his tantrum and sinners destroy the joint to challenge Al." Husk interjects, Niffty under one arm and Angel snagged in his other paw.

"True. Well, adieu until next time, all. A pleasure, as always." Alastor smiles widely, wining at Mimzy who giggles in response. "Anyone who wants all of their bits and pieces to remain attached in transit should stand close, and remain still."

Charlie went preemptively green and clung to Vaggie. "Okay..." she shuts her eyes and tucked in small. Alastor couldn't help but grin at the reaction before his shades swept up and over them all.

The familiar void a form of safety, of self, and of transportation as needed pulled them towards the destination of the Hotel. Disgorging them all in a mess of shaky limbs as several members forgot how to stand.

Alasto himself felt a tad light headed, and surreptitiously leaned against a wall. Taking so many was a challenge at the best of times, and such a distance... but his chest burned with the strain of his overuse of abilities.

"Are you okay?" Charlie asked, and he cursed her perceptive nature.

"Ah, well, it takes more cognition when... I believe the term is drunk driving?" he jokes, deflecting.

"Nah, I've seen you down half the bar and still be sober enough to go on a hunt... this is something else." Husker, the traitor, added. "That video showed you copping a hell of a hit with that guitar axe overcompensation thing of Adam's... cant have healed fully, not yet."

"Husker... do stop talking before I command you to."

"Or what? You gonna teleport me to the other side of the City right now? Nah. I'll take my chances... now sit down on the couch before you fall down, and I'll get the doors locked."

"Oho, what's everyone doing back here so early? Was it to do with that funny video Clorox sent through the phones earlier about Bambi here losing to Adam?" Comes the unfortunate voice of the King, far too gleeful for anyone.

"Hey, ya Majesty, could you leave it fer now? We had a... well, it was great, except Vox turned up and freaked us all out... and it's been a weird night." Angel interjects, trying to avoid anything specific. "We need to lock the place up before people start trying to get Al's power for themselves."

"Why? Just let them have him, I'll take over as facilities manager, it's a win-win." Lucifer shrugs, and then shrinks at the furious gaze Charlie turns on him.

"Unlike you Dad, I don't turn my back on family when things get hard. Now either help me, help US including Alastor, or go back to your room and make... I don't know... a duck that knows karate that can patrol the grounds or something." She snarls, immediately pulling back at his hurt expression.

Alastor's headache was getting worse, and he startled to find Angel hovering nearby with a cloth of some kind in his vision.

"For ya nose, it's bleeding..." the spider prompts, and Alastor takes it. "You pushed too hard with that teleport thing, didn'tcha? We shoulda called a taxi or something... maybe even Cherri coulda gotten us in her van. Drives like no one else is on the same continent, but we woulda gotten home alive... in a manner of speaking."

"Hah, she is quite bloody-minded, that woman. Admirable." Alastor agreed, vaguely. One ear cocked against the sound of Charlie's words wearing down Lucifer's last resolve, as the King begs for her forgiveness and promises to help.

Golden light fills the area as wards go up around the hotel above and beyond those flagging under Alastor's diminished state.

"Hey, uh... I want you ta know that... what Vox said was fucked up. Not wanting any of the muss and fuss of my line of work... that's valid. Lotta people finding out they're like that these days, and they're allowed to be that way, on earth and even sometimes in hell, cause society lightened up a fraction. Not a lot, but... enough. It's normal enough... Vox's just one'a those powerful white guys from a time when the word No was foreign to 'em."

"Exceptionally true, my friend. And that confusion turns to anger, to a theatrical betrayal in his mind, and then to obsession. One day I will find the time to kill him... but he is not a priority for now." Alastor pauses, trying to think back past the pounding in his head. "And I do not endorse his statements around your profession, you and the lovely employees of Mimzy's bar are professionals in your own right, actors and artisans who provide entertainment in many forms. The only thing vile about it is the people pulling the strings... and I will kill that moth one day, he is more bothersome than I can ever recall him being."

Angel tried to hide the tears in his eyes at the idea of freedom. "Well, then I hope I get to see it, becuase I want to watch him choke on his last breath for all he did to me and the others. But we gotta get you well first, so you can eat the bastards... or, well, maybe not Val... he's got weird spit and blood and stuff make you mad horny and vague. I don't think you want that, or that Pentagram City is ready for a 40 foot tall Radio Demon tripping on an aphrodisiac..."

Alastor frowned at the mental image, feeling dizzy again as he shut his eyes for a moment. "No, that would do something for my reputation... but hardly something I would enjoy having spread about."

"You know what you COULD spread?" Angel waggled his eyebrows, and laughed as a pillow landed on his head from a few feet up. His expression falls serious again. "And uh, you know, if my... statements make you undomfortable... you let me know. I can stop, but ya might need like a squirt bottle or one of them shock collars for naughty dogs."

"Appreciated but not necessary, I enjoy a good deal of... word play... when it..." the sentence felt far away as Alastor's headache seemed to pulse with his heartbeat. His head bumped against Angel's shoulder as things started to feel quite distant.... and then blissfully quiet, like the comfort of his void.

"Smiles? Ah fuck... can I get some help here? He's bleeding and I think he passed out. We shoulda gotten the Short King to portal us back. Lotta excitement tonight. Too much for someone who was apparently hacked in half..." Angel rambled, running his hands through his hair as he balanced Alastor half on his lap with the others.Not daring to look at the crimson mess spreading over the crimson shirt.

"Oh he's being dramatic, the big bab-... oh, well, fuck. Okay, ducling and friends, let's sort this out first and then go deal with whoever is ramming the doors at this time of night." Lucifer says, storming over with golden light swirling over his hands ashe took charge. "See if you can get the idiot awake, I need to know what he did to try and heal it, so I don't cause further harm."

Angel taps the still eerily smiling face. "Hey, Smiles? Strawberry Pimp?" he ignores how that one makes Lucifer wheeze until there are tears in his eyes. "Can you snap out of it for a minute to answer something for me?"

"...mmmm? Angel...? What-..."

"Yeah, can you tell me if you tried anything with your voodoo powers to fix this or whatever?"

"Just... thread..."

Lucifer nods, "Okay, that's fine then. I can do something to dislodge some of the angelic grace in there, but to full y heal it, it will take time."

Distantly, Vaggie can be heard cursing at the hoarde of sinners at their doorstep, threatening eighteen generations and the current ones of each and every would-be overlord's family until they back off in fear.

Husk was holding a sobbing Niffty who was exhausted and worried. He was cajoling in a way that spoke of caring for younger persons before... it made Angel's heart hmm happily.

Lucifer was doing who the fuck knows what, but it involved blinding light in sharp bursts that made Alastor twtich under Angel's hands. The spider mindlessly babbled soothing shit that used to work on Molly and Arakniss when they were younger, when they were ill or hurt.

He was so lost in the moment, that the starlet almost missed it.

"...angel?"

"Huh? Oh, er, yeah Al? What's up?"

"...what..."

"King's fixing up your wound. That's the light show."

"No... what's-..."

Angel let the other blink slowly, and assumed the other had fallen back to sleep. He startled when Al spoke again.

"...what's... a... teletubby?"

Angel burst into hysterical laughter until tears ran from his eyes, and Lucifer leaned over to press a soothing touch of healing through the spider as well to help him settle.

"...never change, Al. Ya fuckin' hilarious."

"Hmmm..." Alastor agreed, and fell still again.

Outside someone was screaming as Razzle roared in full demonic form. Vaggie had stopped 'negotiating' and started impaling.

"We gotta good crew here, Smiles... you just rest, we got your back. Even the Short King... whether he likes it or not."

If it felt like Alastor relaxed just fraction more, well... Angel wasn't no snitch. And he had always been loyal to family.

[deadqueerboys]

Dt with Famous!Reader?? sfw and nsfw

Fr? Okay‼️ I made it gn! Reader

I wrote a lot wtf

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Dream

He was out of hand. You always seemed so far from him. He thought he would never even talk to you. You were his famous crush. The one he talks about to his friends and the one he loves to talk about when drunk. He knows practically everything about you, your favorite color, your complete name, and your birthday.

Dream was actually a little bit obsessed with you for a while, but he would never guess you were his fan too. In his last drunk night, he got himself up to text you and see if you would answer, which you did. He was so crazy when he woke up with your text on his notifications.

He's better writing than talking. It was easy for him to make you interested enough to have a date with him. Sure, you got a flight and came over as fast as possible. He did the food, and he didn't want to go out and be recognized. Dream was so sweet while doing the dinner. Even for a house full of boys, it smelled good, and it's properly cleaned. Or maybe Dream just made it for you.

"Here it is.." Dream smiles and puts the food on the table. Two candles were in the middle of you, it was perfect and cute, he made sure to make a food you would enjoy. He even called his mom to make sure he was doing everything right. At some point, he puts his hand on yours, and he smiles. It got him dumbfounded.

Dream couldn't wait to have you, and he knew a relationship with you wouldn't last long, you have too much work and he had to enjoy this one night thing or else there wouldn't be any more "one more night". He got up from the table, offering his hand to you. When you both got up, he stayed in silence before kissing you.

It was awkward. He probably hadn't kissed anyone in a while, so you had to be gentle. You pushed him to the couch. It was big and comfortable, just like Dream's lap. You had to make the risky moves, and he seems happy to obey. He was full of energy for you, electricity and lust on his eyes as he took your clothes off. He loves to trace your body with his finger, kissing your nipples and grabbing your boobs with his hands. They seem so small on his big veiny hands.

George

He wasn't happy about you two meetings, it was just for an event and it should be fast, but it wasn't. Two hours after the start of this stupid stand, he didn't want to see anyone else. George has a low social battery, even being kind to his fans. He was being rude with you and with his friends. And in his opinion, you're the worst. You're more famous than him, more pretty and more lovely with people. He wasn't used to see someone so good around him and it was driving him crazy.

George was so pissed he would come over to you with a fake smile and ask you for a picture. It was a challenge. Dream was in the corner filming everything. But, he couldn't deny, when he got closer to you, his legs started to shake. He didn't know why he was feeling like this. It just made the situation more awkward. He couldn't believe in how good you smell. He closed his eyes for a second and enjoyed it. How can someone smell this good after hugging a bunch of teenagers?

"You're.. pretty." George whispers like an annoying teenager. He was lost on his own mind, after the pic he stayed around you, at this time he was smirking and being cocky. He even leaned against your table and stared at you with happiness and a little flirty. In some minutes, he was already back to his normal. He went in your direction with a bracelet one of his fans gave him. "You know, some people might say we look good together." He looks at you up and down. "You can have this thing, I'm not really into bracelets or clocks." With a shrug, he leans a little bit closer, spining the thing with his fingers.

You didn't waist time after understanding that he wants you, you followed him into the public bathroom where he pushed you against the wall and kissed you, his hands on your hips as he thrust his hips a little. George was somehow needy, his free hand grabbing your neck and pining you there. He was ready to lose his sense of comum, he was almost fucking in a public bathroom where all of his fans could easily see him! But he didn't, instead, he pushed you away and smiled at you. "See you at the end of the event, my house. I can drive you."

Sapnap

Sapnap wouldn't waste time. He loves to have a famous partner, even with him being famous himself. He enjoys showing up on your videos, recording for you, and even editing for you if that's what you want. He's happy to make videos with you, posting pictures when you guys are at hotels and some of them with you half naked. He's so needy that he is almost pathetic. He likes blowjobs, handjobs and kisses on his dickhead. Loves receiving pleasure in the middle of a stream. Sit on his lap, move around, palm him through the clothes, and go under his desk.

He's the type of guy who wants you all for himself. If he sees some of your fans flirting with you, he will go crazy. He's not afraid of anything, so he would happily kiss you roughly in front of anyone who tries to ask you out. It's an extreme option, but that's how he likes it. He's a simp for public things, grabbing your ass in public and caressing your neck with his hand until he's almost holding it with a rough gasp.

Doesn't mind if you're more famous than him. He doesn't care. He just wants you to never leave him. If you promise him loyalty, he will stay with you forever. His fans can be a little toxic with you, talking about the way you dress or act, but he doesn't care. You're perfect for him. He loves your lazy side and how good you look by the morning when you wake up.

"Would you still love me if I wasn't famous?" Sapnap asks, for the fourth time of the day, currently cuddling with you. He was the big spoon at this time, his arms wrapped around you kindly. He wanted to hear your answer one more time, knowing damn well you would answer how he likes it. When you say yes, for the fourth time, he smiles and kisses your neck. "I would love you too." He smiles and finally relaxes and lays his head on the pillow, he would quickly fall asleep like this.

[plusvanity]

In one of your ask answers from September you wrote: ''I am a bit reluctant to say what I really think of Faust''. I skimmed over other answers as well but you never really spoke on this matter or about him (concerning this) again. Perhaps it's going to be an empty ask because you're still not comfortable elaboring your views on this - which I accept naturally - but I'm just way too curious to not shoot my shot: what do you REALLY think about Faust?

I personally do not have much going on opinion wise when it comes to him, he seems loyal to Øystein's memory (visiting his grave often, speaking highly of him always, keeping his legacy alive and over all being full of admiration for him, which is understandable since Ø could count as his role model, in a way) which is nice considering how people from the BM scene try to paint Ø, stuffing their mouths with his name just for views and/or turning their backs on him after his death ; but I am also aware of the crime he commited and as far as I recall, he never really spoke about it? Which is also why many people despise him (which is normal, absolutely not trying to imply that 'talking about it' would solve the problem!) the double amount, for example you can see it here: https://www.reddit.com/r/rabm/comments/mz7s97/the_lgbt_heavy_metal_podcast_24_emperor/. Anyway, I'm more interested right now if your opinion, if you'd like to share. Thanks!

There are many reasons why I'm reticent in saying what I truly believe about Faust, but I will try to express it in the gentlest way possible. My opinion is not something colossal as there isn't much information available on the subject, but it's definitely a radical one.

I see lately that more and more people have a tendency to make opinions about certain problematic black metal individuals that are 'Øystein approved or disapproved'. In this case, I can easily include Faust. I see people willing to downplay the gruesome and intentional murder that he committed for the simple fact that he was one of Øystein's loyal 'students', so to speak. So, my question for those is:

Does the simple fact that Faust spoke honorably about his mentor make him less of a bad person for taking the life of a man? The most rational answer is no.

I see many people believing blindly that Faust is truly remorseful and that he learned his lesson in prison, and my question about this is: How can you be so sure? Just because he is out now, talking about how he messed up because he was a kid and how much he changed since then doesn't mean that he means his words. Anyone can say anything. You don't know if it's real unless you know that person personally, and even so, he went to prison for first degree murder. I don't think it's far-fetched to doubt his words. Once you're some kind of celebrity, you need to keep your PR good. And if you don't think that everything in this world is business, then you don't really know how the world works, and I apologize for sounding rude.

No one can prove or disprove that his mentality (not action) changed.

It is very expectantly for him to try to clean his image and redirect the attention to other subjects like talking positively about Øystein. I don't say he is not respectful and he doesn't carry on Øystein's legacy, but I'm saying that it's wise to be aware who says what and what might be the reason behind it. There are other people that I'm more inclined to believe their feelings towards Øystein and loyalty are more authentic, like Mortiis for example. This is just my opinion, I encourage everyone to think for themselves.

Maybe I'm too harsh on him and I don't give him many chances, but he is a criminal after all, and I don't minimize this aspect. He didn't kill in self defense, he talked in interviews about 'stomping' on the victim's head, and this is cruelty. Do people think this cruelty somehow goes away over time? It never does. You're either born with it or you learned it. That's not PlusVanity being bitter about what can be changed in people. That's a well-known psychological fact. He is in the ASPD spectrum towards the high end, that's no speculation.

The time spent in prison is the equivalent of a joke because of the Norwegian system. You're basically living like in a hotel there, painting and doing crafts, playing basketball with the guards, living a long vacation. There is little to nothing that a troubled individual can learn and self-reflect in such conditions. I'm not saying that more violent habits are the answer for behavioral change as I strongly believe that violence is primitive and unnecessary, but the only way in which someone can get an insight on themselves is by feeling the equivalent consequences of what they've done.

People question if he killed a man because his victim was homosexual or he if simply killed just to feel how it is like. Both options make Faust just as much of an asshole because he took somebody's life intentionally. When asked about his opinion on homosexuals, he answered: 'Basically I don't care about them (as long as they keep it to their own people), but... what can I say... they are nice to put knives into..' In another interview he describes luring that man to the spot in which he committed the crime. There's always the element of shock-value in the black metal scene, but I tend to believe his words back then were a bit more genuine than what he insists on now because, to be fair, who wouldn't want to clean his image after something like this? Especially because he is still relevant in the scene.

Of course that his peers accepted right back like 'hey, bro! nice to see you again' and many people forgot his dark past because he's famous (to a certain degree). Is he a perfectly good guy now just because he says he is? When talking about antisocial behavior, somebody who did this can always do it again. They have it in them.

To sum it up, from a moral perspective, I don't like Faust and I'm not easily impressed by his post-prison statements because of the gravity of his act. Should he be forgiven or cancelled is not something I will comment about. There is no way to verify what's in his head and talking more about it is simply rambling.

From a musical perspective, he's a good drummer.

That's all I can say.

[captn3]

throwing this into the tags before grandfest, what if the idols were godparents for the agents?

[forgettable-au]

As someone starting up their own Undertale AU, what’s the best way to like…get people to see it. Is there a method?

So...like...

The method that worked for me was making mini comics, people really like those! Slowly introduce people to the idea lol

I gained like 2000 followers here BEFORE starting the official comic just doing that :>

Uhm, my AU was easy to introduce because it's not THAT different from normal utdr content

So people saw my posts and and thought, OH! UNDERTALE CONTENT YAY! wait... what do you mean Papyrus is Gaster?

That's where they might catch interest and scroll through the blog

But I think that worked for me because of how similar my au is to regular undertale, people fell right into my trap lmao