#it might make me really really sad but it also might make me really really temporarily happy so I’ll chance it

[rafecameronssl4t]

I enjoyed reading your rafe fics of love island and I was wondering if you could write one where reader and rafe are coupled up but he went to casa amor. Rafe started getting close to another girl and ended up kissing her. The reader saw a video of what happened in casa amor and she’s all sad and heartbroken. When it comes to the re coupling, the reader stays single while rafe brings back the girl to the villa. It’s sad but also a happy ending? I understand if you don’t want to write it!! I’ve been watching season 6 of love island USA and now I want to read sad fics lol

Oscar Winning Tears || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader love island au

A/n: sorry bb this isn't a happy ending but I might end up writing a part 2????

Warnings: angst!!!! justice for my girl, it hurt me writing this :(

Word count: 1,905

MASTERLIST (love island au masterlist)

Divider by @h-aewo

The firepit crackled softly, its warmth doing little to ease the icy weight in your chest. You stood among the other girls, the glow of the villa lights illuminating your tense expression. Casa Amor was over. This was the moment that would decide everything. The whispers around you were nervous, expectant. Some girls were murmuring about their hopes, clutching onto the chance that their boys had stayed loyal.

You barely heard them. Your mind was consumed by a single image: Rafe’s lips on another girl’s. That damn video. It had been quick—a montage of clips sent to the main villa to stir the pot. It worked. You’d seen him laughing with her, their bodies closer than they should’ve been, the playful touches that turned into something more. And then the kiss.

You’d felt your stomach drop as the girls gasped around you, some trying to reassure you while others exchanged worried glances. But you didn’t cry then, and you wouldn’t cry now. You refused to give anyone, especially him, that power. Your stomach churned just thinking about it, but you refused to let anyone see how much it hurt.

Sophie's voice broke through the tense silence. "Ladies, the boys are on their way back. Please stand by the firepit." You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stand tall, even as your legs felt like jelly. Your palms were sweaty, and you discreetly wiped them on your dress, hoping to mask the anxiety clawing at your composure.

The first footsteps echoed from the path. A single pair. One of the girls next to you exhaled a shaky sigh of relief as her partner walked in alone, grinning sheepishly. Another boy followed, also alone. The tension was unbearable. Then, you heard it. Two sets of footsteps. Your breath hitched. A bitter chuckle escaped your lips before you could stop it, soft but sharp, enough to make the girls around you glance your way.

You didn’t look at them. Your eyes were fixed on the pathway, your heart sinking deeper with each passing second. You’d been prepared for this, or at least you told yourself you were. But nothing could really prepare you for the sight of Rafe walking toward the firepit with another girl on his arm. And then you saw him.

He walked in, his hand lightly resting on the arm of another girl. He didn't meet your eyes. His head was low, his expression unreadable. If you didn’t know him so well, you might have missed the subtle signs of guilt: the tightness in his jaw, the way his hand fidgeted at his side, the occasional glance toward you that he quickly averted.

The murmurs from the other islanders grew louder as they registered the scene. You could feel their eyes darting between you and Rafe, their pity and shock palpable. When he reached his spot across from you, Sophie turned to you with a sympathetic smile. "Y/n," she began gently, her voice laced with concern, "how are you feeling, darling?"

You let out a dry laugh, the sound bitter even to your own ears. "How am I feeling?" you repeated, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. You took a moment to compose yourself, sucking in a deep breath before continuing. "I’m not surprised. I expected it." Everyone at the firepit watched silently.

"I saw the video," you added, your tone flat but sharp, like the edge of a knife. That did it. Rafe’s head snapped up, his blue eyes wide with shock. Guilt was written all over his face. He opened his mouth, but you weren’t done. "Y/n—" he started, but you raised a hand to cut him off. "Don’t," you interrupt, your voice breaking slightly. You looked up at the sky, blinking furiously to keep the tears at bay.

You refused to cry—not in front of everyone, not in front of him, and certainly not in front of her. The girl at his side, her hand still loosely resting on his arm, spoke up. "It’s Love Island, babe. You gotta do what you gotta do," she shrugs. Her voice was light, almost dismissive, as if her words weren’t twisting the knife already buried in your chest.

Your head snapped toward her, and for the first time that night, anger flared in your eyes. "You’ve literally been here five minutes," you snapped, your voice sharp and cutting. "Don’t tell me what Love Island is about." Her confidence faltered, and she blinked taken aback by your tone, but you didn’t give her the chance to respond. Your attention shifted back to Rafe.

The anger in your chest burned hotter now, but beneath it was a raw, aching hurt that threatened to consume you. You forced a bitter smile onto your face. "I hope you’re happy with your decision, Rafe. I really do. I hope you don’t regret it." The firepit was silent except for the crackling of the flames. The other islanders shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to say.

Some of the girls moved closer to you, murmuring quiet words of comfort that barely registered. Rafe looked like he wanted to say something, his lips parting slightly, but no words came out. He looked down again, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his guilt. Straightening your spine, you turned away from him, heading back to your spot with the girls.

Your heart felt like it was shattering, pieces of it breaking off with every step, but you kept your head high. The tears still threatened to fall, but you blinked them back, refusing to give him—or anyone—the satisfaction of seeing you cry. This was Love Island, and you’d play the game. But this time, you’d play it for yourself.

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The recoupling ceremony ended in a blur. The moment Sophie dismissed everyone, you were the first to stand, your legs moving on autopilot as you stormed off. The heels of your shoes clicked sharply against the wooden planks, the sound punctuating each shaky breath you took. Behind you, the murmurs began—low and uncertain—as the other girls watched you retreat.

It wasn’t long before they followed, one by one, a show of solidarity that left the Casa Amor girls awkwardly planted in their seats. You held your head high as you walked away, desperate to maintain the last shred of composure you had left.

Rafe sat frozen at the firepit, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. He could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on him, the tension radiating like a storm about to break. His jaw clenched as he stared down at the ground, guilt eating away at him like poison. “Mate, what the fuck were you thinking?” one of the boys muttered, breaking the silence.

Another chimed in, leaning forward to fix him with a sharp glare. “She stayed loyal to you. You had the real deal, and you blew it for… what? A bit of fun?” Rafe swallowed hard, his throat dry as sandpaper. He couldn’t defend himself. He couldn’t even look up. Beside him, the girl from Casa Amor shifted uncomfortably, her confidence waning as the tension mounted.

“Seriously, Rafe,” one of the others said, his voice lower but no less disappointed. “She deserved better than this. You know that, right?” The words hit Rafe like a punch to the gut, but he stayed silent, his guilt too overwhelming to let him respond. He risked a glance toward the path you’d disappeared down, but the sight only made his stomach churn.

The tears you’d been holding back spilled over, unstoppable, hot streams burning down your cheeks. Your chest felt tight, suffocating, as if your heart was collapsing in on itself. You pressed a trembling hand to your chest, trying to steady your breathing, but it was no use. Sobs wracked your body, and you stumbled slightly, leaning against a railing for support.

Despite your efforts to escape, you were still within view of the firepit. You hated that they could see you like this—breaking apart, vulnerable, destroyed. The girls were by your side in an instant, Sofia’s arm wrapping securely around your shoulders. “It’s okay, we’ve got you. Let’s get you out of here, okay? Away from everyone,” she murmured softly, her voice low and comforting as the others circled around you protectively.

You nodded mutely, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. They guided you to one of the outdoor lounges, the soft cushions offering little comfort as you collapsed onto them. Sofia sat beside you, pulling you into her arms as the others hovered close, their faces etched with concern. You buried your face in Sofia’s shoulder, gripping her tightly as sobs tore through you.

It all spilled out—the heartbreak, the anger, the betrayal. “I can’t do this,” you gasped, the words spilling out between sobs. “I fucking can’t do this.” The raw pain in your words made the girls exchange worried glances, their sympathy etched in their faces. “I stayed loyal to him,” you choked out, your voice breaking. “I stayed loyal, and he…” You couldn’t even finish the sentence.

The memory of him walking in with her was enough to shatter you all over again. “He’s a fucking idiot,” one of the girls said fiercely, her voice cutting through the haze of your pain. “You gave him everything, and he didn’t deserve any of it.” Sofia wiped your tears. "You did everything right. This isn’t on you." Her words only made it worse.

You had stayed loyal. You’d turned away from every temptation in Casa Amor, reminding yourself over and over that Rafe was waiting for you, that he was worth it. You’d trusted him to do the same. But he hadn’t. “But why?” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Why wasn’t I enough?” The question hung in the air, unanswered, as your sobs filled the silence.

Sofia tightened her hold on you, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears as she tried to comfort you. "I gave him everything," you choked out between sobs, your voice breaking. "And he just… he didn’t care. He didn’t even think about me." The girls murmured quiet reassurances, their hands resting on your back, your arms, wherever they could offer comfort.

But nothing they said could touch the aching void inside you, the gaping wound left by his betrayal. Your heart ached, a dull, throbbing pain that radiated through every inch of your body. The memory of Rafe walking in with her—his arm around her, his guilty eyes refusing to meet yours—was seared into your mind. For the first time, you truly doubted if you could keep going.

Back at the firepit, Rafe’s guilt was palpable. He finally glanced up, only to see the other boys still staring at him with varying degrees of disappointment and disbelief. “You fucked up, man,” one of them said bluntly. “Big time.” Rafe didn’t argue. He didn’t try to explain. What could he say? That he’d been tempted, that he’d let his guard down, that he’d convinced himself it was harmless until it wasn’t? None of it mattered now.

The damage was done. His gaze shifted to the path again, and for a fleeting moment, he thought about going after you. But when he saw the other girls walking back toward the villa, their arms around you like a protective wall, he knew he’d lost any right to comfort you. You were gone. And it was entirely his fault.

[kerorokai]

it's really interesting to see how people perceive kabru cause there seems to be a bit of a disparity between how he really acts and how he's portrayed in fanart and fan memes and such

with the way people talk about him you'd think he's this huge flirt or actively trying to use his good looks or whatever to get a leg up but he really.... doesn't? at least i can't think of a significant time where he does. is it cause he teases rinsha? or kisses her as a fish? i think those are dubious examples, but also even if you do read them as genuine flirting theyre pretty small and not repeated with any other character.

it reads more like he's just genuinely charming and good with people. he never tries to make a pass with anyone, people just like him cause he's.... likeable. and in universe characters do act aware of how charming he is (see: mickbell, holm, daya), but they never seem to insinuate that he's actually a tease or that he like, gets around. i guess there's a mention of "rumours" here? have most people seen this? is this what they based it off of?

it's also worth noting that in the same comic those exact rumours (whatever they may exactly be) are proven to be unfounded, kabru is just the type of guy people feel like they can open up to. they don't even talk about him like he's doing it on purpose!

if it's cause he MIGHT be half incubus, my friend brings up a good point: it feels like an intentional subversion to not have him be a sexual "siren" in that way. ryoko kui is very intentional with her world and characters, and to have kabru's succubus/incubus-identity up for debate while also having him be not particularly flirtatious seems like the type of irony she would write on purpose.

to me, really, it seems very indicative of how fandom at large views brown men. kabru's in an interesting position cause he seems to get most angles of this type of flanderization. he's seen as both overly sinister and drama-seeking while also being extremely flirtatious and a whore when.... he's kind of neither of those things?

he's not evil or particularly more violent than anyone else, he's just really utilitarian and has this false impression at first where you think he's gonna be some sort of secondary antagonist but he's way too smart for that. he doesn't manipulate people any more than any other character. and he's not really a whore at all he just.... likes reading people? and knowing people? and people like him? idk man.

it's part of this larger issue where brown men in fiction are both demonized and sexualized at the same time. i don't even think it's on purpose, i just think that most people don't even realize this is something they need to unlearn. it's not even cause i don't like shipping kabru! i do! i just don't agree with flanderizing him to do it.

i think kabru is much more than the first impressions of him you might have, or even the first impressions of him the characters in universe may have. and while i don't think someone posting ooc fanart of kabru is directly racist, i think a lot of it upholds the racism people are already accustomed to. it makes me a little sad!

[drinkabletoxicdishsoap]

the fandom’s characterization of peri becoming a father to dev will always be interesting to me because where it did it even come from ???

I mean in operation birthday takeback, bro CLEARLY did not care. He honestly seemed so disinterested and didn’t even care when they went into his dad’s private office by accident. He didn’t seem care or smile for his godkid when he was happy. Even got a little mean when Hazel made a nice wish for him with the rocket boots (“Well that should keep him entertained for about 10 minutes” or smth like that)

Lost in Fairy World he didn’t really seem to care either??? he really only just wanted his wand and to ‘look good’ in front of his godkid and do things his way without his parents interfering. Sort of like how a babysitter wants to look good in front of the family of the kid they’re looking after if that makes sense.

The only time we ever seen him actually care about dev was in the finale when he said that. But even after fairy world got turned to normal he didn’t really seem sad about dev??? he was just smiling after, seemed genuine too and not a fake one. Maybe it’s just me, but if I was a fairy and lost my first godkid, who took over my home, I would be doing anything BUT smiling, even if we won in the end. Peri doesn’t seem like one to hide his emotions easily either (maybe I’m reading into his character wrong)

You could bring up best of luck, which I would say is a fair point, but I’m going to bring back the babysitter/job synonym. Wouldn’t you get jealous of the person that stole your position or place in a work environment after you got fired?? Especially if your rival/enemy took that position?? I PERSONALLY don’t think the jealousy comes from a place of care, but maybe that’s just me.

It could honestly just be the fandom’s way of coping since Dev doesn’t seem to have any good people in his life after the finale, but why Peri? I mean if you really want to make one of the fairies a father figure to dev, I’d say the anti fairies more over are his family but that’s IF we have to choose.

Don’t get me wrong, I do think all of the peri and dev being a father son duo is super cute and heartwarming!! I love seeing all of the art and fics of that because it really is sweet :3 but to me, it just doesn’t really make sense and seems more out of character for Peri if anything.

He seems to care more about following Da Rules in my opinion. And while I do think it’s important to follow rules, especially when it comes to a job, you shouldn’t rely on them. At a job, you shouldn’t be constantly looking over rules to make sure you’re following them, you might end up tripping over yourself. That’s what Peri ended up doing.

If I assign the duo as anything, it would be the tired babysitter who just wants to get paid and the kid he’s looking after. A dude working a 9-5 at his job he couldn’t really care less about (dev).

I mean (only from his words) he wanted to go into the family business. Not because he genuinely cares for kids, but because it’s what his family has done. He’s treating godparenting as work, not stepping into a kids family and genuinely looking after them.

I do wonder if he would act the same way if he had an easier godkid.

BUT!!!! that’s just my thoughts. I’m sorry if I got anything wrong and feel me to correct me if I did !! Also if you disagree with anything that I’m saying, tell me why in either the replies or reblogs !! I would love to hear other people’s perspectives or opinions.

That’s it 😨 thank you so much for coming to another yap session and I hope you have a great day/night wherever you are in the world <3

[tateypots]

The Bet

18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Summary: When you run into financial difficulty your contractor offers an unorthodox way to save money on your kitchen refurb.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: This is my submission for @sp00kymulderr dick pronoun challenge. I am slightly outside the deadline but hopefully I will be forgiven!

Warnings: Dub-con due to a bet being involved but everyone is willing and has a very good time. Reader has breasts and a vagina and an ass that jiggles but otherwise is not described. Joel is kind of a creep but also kind of sweet. Descriptions of an emotionally and verbally abusive partner (not Joel), dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected piv (don’t do that), pet names and of course genital pronouns. Let me know if I missed anything!

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You should have been mortified when he suggested it. But having been laid off without warning, quickly followed by being abandoned by your husband of 8 years had not left you in the best frame of mind. And with finances now tight you desperately needed a win. You couldn’t put the house on the market with a half-finished kitchen so you’d hounded Joel about finishing on schedule following a string of delays. When he finally got sick of you he made his proposition.

“Look honey, you need to leave me alone so I can get some work done so how about this. Lets make a bet, I’m confident I can get this done by the agreed date so if you leave me alone and I don’t get it finished on time I’ll knock half off the price, how does that sound?”

“Deal!”

“Now hold on a second darlin’ what about if I do finish on time?”

“You get paid in full.”

“Well I’d get that if we didn’t make the bet, hardly seems fair that if you win you get something you want and if I win I get nothin’ now does it?

“Ok, what do you want?”

He made no effort to hide the way his gaze slid over your body before he replied, “I want to fuck your little pussy.”

You tried to be disgusted, you really did. But recent events had left you feeling numb. And Joel was not unattractive, even with his leering eyes and lecherous smirk. You may have caught yourself staring at the way the muscles rippled under his t shirt as he worked once or twice. You glanced around the shell of your kitchen and thought it unlikely it would be finished in 3 days given the pace of progress so far. Best case you’d get a cheap kitchen and buy yourself a bit of financial breathing space. Worst case you’d have to grin and bear a disappointing fuck and it’s not like you weren’t well versed in that. And if your husbands critique of your pussy and sex skills were anything to go by, Joel would also be disappointed which seemed like a poetic way to get him back for being such a creep. So after only a moment’s consideration you held out your hand to shake on the deal.

You’d watched with trepidation the next day as a veritable army of people turned up to work on your kitchen, by the end of the day you knew you were fucked. Literally and figuratively.

At the end of the next day, Joel proudly showed you round your shiny new kitchen, finished a full day ahead of schedule. It really was beautiful, Joel’s craftsmanship second to none. You couldn’t help but feel sad that you wouldn’t get to enjoy it for long.

“It’s amazing Joel, really. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome honey.”

To his credit he didn’t pounce on you straight away like you’d imagined he would have. Instead he watched as you wandered round the space, marvelling at all the little details, taking it all in. But you could feel his eyes on you, knew what came next. A bets a bet and you couldn’t deny he’d pulled it out of the bag.

“Now, I know the terms of the bet were that I’d get to fuck your pussy but my cock, well he’s a lot to take. Why don’t you take a look at him and decide whether you might let me prepare you first,” he suggested when you finally turned to face him. You gave him a hesitant nod.

He pulled his cock out and you almost choked at the size. You’d guessed it was big from the size of his bulge but it seemed the restrictive denim of his jeans had downplayed what you would be dealing with. He had easily the biggest cock you’d ever seen, never mind taken.

“I think you better prepare me,” you murmured, the thought of taking him without it leaving you light headed.

“Atta girl, strip off and get up here,” he instructed, patting the counter of your newly built island.

You gave him a shaky nod and started peeling off your clothes. You wished you had the confidence to be sexy about it but years of your husband’s criticism and indifference had left you unsure and nervous. Meek and pathetic, you thought. You had realised somewhere over the last two days that you didn’t actually want Joel to be disappointed. Not from any desire to make him feel better about how this all came about but because if he was then it would mean all those horrible things your husband said about you were true. And you desperately didn’t want them to be. So you were trapped in the limbo of wanting to make this good and not having the confidence to follow through. Not trusting that if you tried you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself and in doing so lose so much more to Joel than a one time use of your body.

He watched as you peeled off your clothes and helped you jump up. You couldn’t stop the surprised yelp as the cold counter hit your bare behind.

“Don’t worry darlin’ gona get you nice and warmed up in no time,” he gave you a wink as he gently pushed your shoulders back down onto the counter, the cold sending a shiver down your spine but at least this time you were prepared for it. His hands slipped down from your shoulders to squeeze your breasts, earning you a delightful groan from him that hit you straight in the pussy.

“Been dreamin’ about this body darlin’ and it’s even better than I imagined it.”

You felt yourself blush at his praise and the feel of his large hands on your body as they stroked down over your tummy and hips, settling on the tops of your thighs.

“Spread your legs for me sweetheart, let me see my prize.”

You took a shaky breath and slid your thighs apart over the cool counter top. You braced yourself for his revulsion. For him to tell you that he’d changed his mind, replaying every horrible thing your husband had said to you over the years.

Instead he panted out a “fuck me,” while grabbing you by the thighs to pull you closer to the edge of the counter. “That’s a beautiful pussy you got there darlin’. Like a work of fuckin’ art. Got my boy droolin’ for ya, he’s real eager to get acquainted,” he emphasized his point by rubbing his hard dick against your inner thigh, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum in it’s (or rather his) wake.

You felt relief and the tiniest traces of confidence coursing through you at his positive assessment of your sex. He wasted no time, diving straight in, his tongue licking a wide path from your entrance to your clit, groaning the whole way. Your shocked gasp quickly morphed into a wanton moan as he licked and suckled your clit and you felt your arousal seeping out of you.

“Mmmm that’s it baby, get all messy for me,” he murmured, the vibrations tickling through your core and pushing you closer and closer to the edge, “my dick is so thirsty baby, he can’t wait to be smothered in your juices.”

“Fuck Joel,” you moaned as your back arched off the counter, your body winding tighter and tighter under his ministrations. You would be embarrassed at how quickly he had brought you this point if it hadn’t been years since anyone had made you feel this good, if you could think of anything but his tongue which had now dropped back to your entrance and was fucking into you, drinking down your arousal as though it was finest champagne the world had to offer.

Heaven. You were in heaven. With his thumb rubbing circles on your clit and his tongue inside you, your body ignited, every nerve jangling with the force of your orgasm. Your vision went white and your hand slapped down hard on the counter, the sting muted but grounding as you rode out your high, his tongue ceaselessly working you through it.

“Good girl, gona need another though,” he told you as he moved back up to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You cried out at the overstimulation as his tongue lapped at your nub again and again. He slipped two fingers into you, pumping in and out. It didn’t take long for your second orgasm to begin building deep in your core.

“Fuck you feel so good sweetheart. Gona feel so good around my cock, he’s never gona want to leave once he gets in!”

His mouth. Jesus, he was going to be the death of you. You’d never had anyone speak to you like that. Never thought you would be a fan of the dirty talk but at this point your pussy seemed to have a mind of her own, and she was greedily lapping up everything Joel gave, willing, eager and pliant.

He increased the pace of his fingers inside you and sucked your clit hard. Panting and boneless, all you could do was lie there and take it. Your husband would have called you a lazy slut, lying there and letting someone else do all the work but judging by the noises he was making, Joel was enjoying himself just as much as you were. Well maybe not quite as much. You were fairly sure no one else had ever felt as good as you did right now.

With a gentle graze of his teeth over your most sensitive spot your body seized as your orgasm crested, clenching his fingers and gushing around them as you wailed out your pleasure for him.

You came back down with a series of breathless groans, your body spasming with the aftershocks. Joel was stood at his full height, towering over you from between your spread legs. He had a concerned look on his face and it wasn’t until he leant forward and wiped a tear from your cheek that you realised you were crying.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked you.

Panic ripped through you at the thought, you wrapped your legs around him, locking him in position as you chanted out “no, no, no, no, no,” grabbing his arm, half hauling yourself up to him and half pulling him down to you, smashing your lips into his, desperate and greedy. Tasting yourself on his lips was the most erotic thing you had ever experienced and another wave of arousal trickled out of you.

Breaking from his lips, you murmered, “I’m not upset Joel, its just no one has ever made me feel this good. It’s a little overwhelming is all.”

“Dammit, knew that asshole wasn’t takin’ good care o’ you. He shoulda’ been worshipping you every day, fuckin’ fool,” he growled out, leaning back in to kiss you as your hands carded through his soft curls.

“Joel, lets go to the bedroom,” you suggested between kisses.

“Fuck yeah, time for my boy to get his reward.” He pulled you off the counter and caught you as your wobbly legs gave way beneath you, still not fully recovered from your orgasms.

“Lead the way sweetheart,” he instructed once you were steady enough. You took his hand and started to lead him out of the kitchen giving him his first full view of your backside. He grabbed you around the waist with a growl, spinning you and pressing your back into the wall.

“Fuck can’t wait sweetheart, he’s fit to bust after watching that beautiful ass jiggling, he needs inside you now darlin’.”

The little giggle you released at his desperation quickly turned into a moan as he hiked your thigh up over his hip and immediately began to press his thick cock inside of you. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever experienced and your cunt burned as it gave way to make space for him. The burn quickly morphed into an all-encompassing warmth that spread through your body as he began to thrust into you, reaching parts of your body that had never been touched before.

You wailed and clung onto him, one of your hands pulling roughly at his hair while the other clutched at his shoulder, your nails digging half moons into his flesh. He grunted as he speared your pussy on his colossal cock again and again, driving you wild with a desire you’d never thought yourself capable of. For years your husband had made you believe that there was something wrong with you. That your ‘ugly and abnormal pussy’ was the reason you could never climax with him. Your sex drive had plummeted along with your confidence until sex was something you endured and never enjoyed. But now. Now you were aflame with lust as he pounded out every trace of feminism you had in your body. You’d happily abandon your whole life if it meant you got to keep bouncing on Joel’s magic cock.

“Fuck sweetheart, your pussy is so fuckin’ good, so warm and soft, she’s takin’ him so good.”

“Joel, fuck! He feels so good.”

“Yeah? You gona come on him sweetheart? Hug him real tight, make him feel loved?”

“Yes, fuck, I’m so close, please don’t stop.”

“Good girl. Give it to me!”

And you did. Your third orgasm barrelled into you, your vision blurred and you momentarily forgot how to breathe as you drowned in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck baby, he’s got a gift for your little pussy darlin’, he’s gona give it to her,” he babbled out as his hips began to lose their rhythm. “Here it comes, take it, take it.” He buried himself deep and you felt his warmth flooding your core as he groaned.

You both sagged against the wall, drained and sated. You were still clinging on to him, afraid of the moment he’d detach from you and disappear into the night now he’d claimed his prize. But he seemed in no rush to depart, still stuffed to the hilt in your cunt. He leant down and kissed you gently.

“You’re somethin’ else sweetheart. Wanna just stay here wrapped up in your sweet cunt.”

“Stay as long as you like, I don’t mind.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His head dipped into the crook of your neck as he wound his strong arms around you, holding you close.

“Joel, can I ask you something?” he nodded into your shoulder. “Have you made bets like this before? With other clients?”

He grunted a laugh into your neck before lifting his head. “No darlin’ this is the first time. Still can’t believe you agreed to it.”

“Yeah, well I really could have done with saving half on the kitchen,” you chuckled, “but I’ve actually never been so happy to lose a bet,” you confessed, nuzzling his cheek with your nose.

“Hmmm, maybe you could still get half off the kitchen,” he smirked at you and his hand trailed down your back.

“Oh yeah, what did you have in mind, another bet?”

“Not exactly. But I’m sure we could come to some kind of arrangement,” he hummed in your ear as his fingers ghosted over your asshole.

[starsjulia]

Święta with You // alexia putellas

a/n : happy first of december, i’m sad and wanted to kinda write about my life (even though i am going back to poland for Christmas)

warnings : tiny bit of homophobic families, then fluff, and also the readers polish

Christmas had always been your favorite time of year. Back in Poland, the holiday season meant tradition, chaos, and, above all, family. You would spend hours helping your babcia in the kitchen, rolling dough for pierogi and making barszcz with beets that stained your hands. The cold air outside would carry the sound of carolers, and even amidst family arguments, the festive spirit was undeniable.

But this year was different. For the first time, you were far from home, celebrating Christmas in Spain with Alexia and her family. You loved her with every fiber of your being, but a part of you couldn’t shake the ache in your chest.

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Alexia found you sitting by the window that morning, staring out at the rolling hills. The sunlight was soft, but the festive warmth inside the house felt far away. She approached you quietly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Estás bien, amor?” she asked softly.

You looked up and forced a smile. “I’m okay. Just… thinking.”

Alexia crouched beside you, studying your face. “Tell me,” she urged, switching to English.

You hesitated, unsure if you could even put the feelings into words. “I just… I miss it,” you said finally. “Christmas back home. The traditions, the snow, the way my family used to come together—even if we argued the rest of the year.”

Alexia frowned, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’m sorry, cariño. I know how it’s hard being away. But… is there something else? You seem… sadder than usual.”

A lump formed in your throat as you nodded. “They didn’t invite me, Alexia. My family. They didn’t invite me for Christmas. I know they don’t really accept us yet, but I thought, for one day, they might…”

Alexia’s eyes filled with sympathy as she pulled you into her arms. “Oh, mi amor,” she whispered, holding you tightly. “Lo siento. I’m so sorry.”

You leaned into her, the tears you’d been holding back finally spilling over. “I keep thinking about how, even when they fought, Christmas was the one time they made it work. But now, because of who I love, I don’t even get that. It’s like… I don’t exist to them anymore, I didn’t do anything wrong, I just love, I don’t know.”

Alexia didn’t say anything right away. She just held you, her hands running soothingly up and down your back. After a moment, she pulled back slightly to look at you.

“Listen, mi amor,” she said, her voice firm but full of love. “I know it hurts, and I hate that they’re making you feel this way. But you’re not alone. Aquí, con mi familia, tienes un hogar. You have a home here—with me. And we’ll make this Christmas beautiful, I promise.”

Her words, so steady and full of conviction, brought a fresh wave of tears. But this time, they weren’t entirely sad. You nodded, leaning your forehead against hers. “Thank you, Alexia. For everything.”

“Siempre,” she whispered. “Always.”

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The rest of the day was a whirlwind of preparations. Alexia insisted that you show her every detail of your transitions, from cooking the dishes to setting the table.

“What’s this one called again?” she asked, gesturing to the dough you were rolling out.

“Pierogi,” you said, smiling as you worked. “This one will have potatoes and cheese, and this one—” you pointed to another batch—“will be sweet, with fruit.”

She furrowed her brow in concentration as you showed her how to fold the edges. “So, I pinch here?”

“Close,” you said, reaching over to guide her hands. “Like this.”

Alexia glanced at you, her lips twitching into a small smile. “If I learn to make these, will you marry me sooner?”

You snorted, shaking your head. “You’ve already proposed, remember? No need to bribe me with pierogi.”

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “But what if I want to make you fall in love with me all over again?”

You laughed, your chest warming despite the lingering sadness. “Then you’re off to a good start.”

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When the table was finally set, you carefully placed the opłatek wafers in the center. Alexia’s family gathered around, curious but respectful as you explained the tradition in halting Spanish.

“Es para compartir bendiciones, blessings,” you said, fumbling over the words. Alexia stepped in to help translate, her hand brushing yours as she spoke.

One by one, her family broke pieces of the wafer with you, sharing kind words and wishes for the year ahead. When it was Alexia’s turn, she took a piece from your hand, her dark eyes locking onto yours.

“Wszystkiego najlepszego na święta,” you said softly, your voice trembling with emotion.

Alexia smiled, her accent clumsy but endearing as she repeated the words. “Wszystkiego… najlepszego… na święta.”

You laughed, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Perfect.”

“Did I say it right?” she asked, her expression earnest.

“Close enough,” you teased, wiping your eyes.

—————

Later that evening, after dinner and a few christmas songs, Alexia pulled you aside.

“I have something for you,” she said, leading you to the couch. She handed you a carefully wrapped box, her face glowing with anticipation.

You opened it slowly, revealing a scrapbook. On the cover was your name, written in both the Polish and Spanish version.

Inside, the pages were filled with photos and mementos Alexia had collected throughout your relationship. There were pictures from your first date, tickets from your trip to Poland, and pressed flowers from the bouquet she’d given you when she proposed. But what caught your breath was the final page—a letter, written in her slightly messy Polish handwriting.

“I know I didn’t get everything right,” she said nervously. “I had help from a translation app and your friends, but…”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face as you read the words. It was a promise to always honor your traditions, to build a life together filled with love and understanding.

“Alexia…” you whispered, your voice breaking.

She smiled softly, wiping a tear from your cheek. “I wanted you to know that even if your family doesn’t see you, I do. And I always will.”

You threw your arms around her, holding her as tightly as you could. “I love you so much,” you whispered.

“Te amo más,” she replied, her voice steady.

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of her love and the home you were building together, you realized that while some wounds might take time to heal, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

[eerna]

Hi! I love reading your thoughts about Arcane S2 and wanted to know if anyone else thought the “dirt under your nails” line was weird. Obv the issues with Vi comparing herself to dirt have already been discussed but I’m more so referring to how it’s the final line of the show and what the finale is named after as if it’s the thesis of the story. I just find it so odd that a caitvi line is what they chose to end it on instead of something to do with the sisters (yknow the heart of the show)

Hi I’m the anon from the ask about the final line and I also wanted to point out that it’s possible for ppl to interpret the line to doubly apply to the sisters bc of the transition from that to the airship that Jinx is likely on, showing she’s alive hence “nothing can clean her out” but I dont think that interpretation works bc the analogy falls flat. Vi & Jinx dont try to “clean each other out” they’re constantly separated by circumstance yet always find a way back to each other despite it all

Hi, glad you're enjoying the discussion~

I see what you mean, the sisters did take a back seat! But tbh I'm on team "Jinx and Vi don't have to end up together forever for the show to make a good point". To me, Arcane at its core IS about family ties and how strong they can be... but that isn't automatically a good thing. Vi's obsessive love for her little sister was ruining her life, and there is absolutely a valid message to be given through that, where just because you're born into a family, doesn't mean you owe them your eternal loyalty if they treat you badly. So I do see a situation in which the show's final lines reflect that Vi simply can't do that, she can't live her life for herself only and simply HAS to have someone she can dedicate it to wholeheartedly... which is really tragic and sad and horrifying. In addition, I did feel like the line has a double meaning regarding Jinx, as Cait is clearly thinking about Jinx in that moment (the blimp transition), probably wondering if she should tell Vi that Jinx probably survived, as she is now loyal to her the way she used to be loyal to Jinx. It's 2 am so I might not make any sense. But I'm trying to say. I don't think Vi owed Jinx eternal loyalty. I don't think she owes it to Cait, either. And if the show wanted to reflect that she is still eternally loyal to both through that final line, were it set up as a tragedy, I would have liked it!

[starstruckbyacomet]

The Journalists (Part 1): Katey from But Why Tho

The Journalist who Takes No Bullshit from Other Journalists Paid Writers

(Part 2) (Part 3)

Katey Stoetzel wrote a review about episode 8x06 "Confessions":

So far, this article is my favorite 9-1-1 review. I feel like Katey was reading my mind while she was writing this piece. Things which she mentioned in it, among others:

"...the election results play into the strong reactions surrounding this breakup."

"...this explanation leans on biphobic stereotypes, such as bisexual people not knowing what they want, or needing to sleep around with a lot of people to know what they want."

"After referring to Buck exclusively by his first name, Evan, Tommy immediately distances himself from his intimate connection with Buck. And that feels pretty definitive."

"...thanks to Lou Ferrigno Jr’s performance in 9-1-1 Season 8 Episode 6, who layers so many nuances to Tommy in this scene that it would be a disgrace to not follow up on this character,..."

"...if we don’t then all the show has done is leave a gay man lost, heartbroken, and alone with seemingly no plans to resolve it."

Rarely, I found a piece of writing where almost every word was resonated with me. I could rave on and on about this review (I've told you that it was my favorite). However, it's better if you read it by yourself, if you haven't done it yet.

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Katey also interviewed Lou Ferrigno Jr. about the break up storyline.

For Tevan fans, this interview is like an oasis in the desert. First of all, it is the only interview with Lou after the break up, which is not saddled with Buddie questions 🙄. Secondly, Katey brought up Tevan fans' reaction to the discussion. Something which has been omitted by the paid writers who were pandering to toxic Buddie fans. The interview makes us feel seen. Probably, this is how we'd feel if we had a thoughtful queer story on TV, in which queer characters were not put aside, sad, alone, brokenhearted, or dead 😔.

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Initially, I thought I might be biased towards Katey, just because she also liked Tevan. Thus, I decided to read her review about episode 8x08 "Wannabes":

Oh boy, did she deliver! Every complaint about the episode which I've read on Tumblr is included in her review. And it's not just about Tevan:

"...[This episode] features a lot of Brad... is an odd choice, considering main characters like Maddie (Jennifer Love Hewitt) and Chimney (Kenneth Choi) have barely gotten to do anything this first half of the season. Eddie (Ryan Guzman), too, feels underutilized...."

"Brad gets regulated to chores (why is he getting more screen time at the 118 than anyone else again?)...."

"And there’s still the Shannon of it all. The fallout from the Hitchcock-inspired soap drama of 9-1-1 Season 7 hasn’t adequately addressed Eddie’s grief."

"...this part of the episode [how the suicidal man was saved] rings really hollow for a bit centered around suicide."

"...Episode 8 doesn’t have a mid-season vibe to it... besides Eddie potentially moving, there’s nothing juicy enough to send us off on a five-month hiatus. Bobby and Athena’s house situation hasn’t been discussed since Episode 4. Hen (Aisha Hinds) and Karen (Tracie Thoms) haven’t been around since 9-1-1 Season 8 Episode 5. While they got a lot of focus during the Ortiz storyline, Hen hasn’t had much to do in recent episodes."

"...Buck’s obvious want to call Tommy feels like he has unresolved issues with how things ended (we do, too.) However, the implication in interviews that it’s over between Buck and Tommy is CONFUSING... having Buck taking no action in the wake of this breakup so far, especially heading into hiatus, is a little frustrating."

I'm not the only one who resonates with Katey's review. At this point, I'm almost certain that Katey has been lurking on Tumblr, reading our rants one by one 😂. The mention of "Hitchcock-inspired soap", "the Shannon of it all", and "why is he [Brad] getting more screen time at the 118 than anyone else again?" made me laugh. Her articles show that this woman got brain, and a sharp tongue. I'm sure Katey could match firefighter pilot Thomas Kinard in a duel of words, and probably even won over him.

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@earthquakebi also praised another body of work from Katey: a Season 8A deep dive by Jose Cordova & Katey Stoetzel on Between TV podcast:

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However, Katey's bravest and most impressive article that I've read so far is a rather old one (recommended by @nqueso-emergency). It's not a review on any episodes of the show. It is about its fandom, and the press around it. The article was published on April 25. 2024, only 21 days after Buck's bisexual revelation first aired on April 4, 2024:

In this article, Katey criticized the paid writers who had been questioning "whether or not Buddie... is on the table", although it had "no basis in what’s happening on screen." She also pointed out that what those paid writers had been doing "creates a vicious cycle of misinterpretations, baiting, toxic fandom habits, and deciding that there’s only one way to interpret something." and "ridiculous expectations and assumptions all just centered around CLICKS and ENGAGEMENT."

It is interesting that she put the blame on the paid writers for FANNING TOXIC BEHAVIORS among fandom.

Katey didn't name names, but she inserted links to several articles and one video, while pointing out the baseless fandom pandering aspects on those bodies of work. And she certainly didn't mince her words 😂.

Her article is closed by a contemplative pharagraph about journalism in the entertainment world:

"There’s a duty one has when sitting down for an interview with a cast, and that’s TO INQUIRE about the show that they have worked hard to bring us. And they definitely SHOULDN'T BE USED as an opportunity TO VALIDATE A FANDOM SHIP. That road just leads to disappointment, and an unfair insistence that if anyone disagrees, then they’re wrong. That’s not what fandom should be about. And it’s certainly not what entertainment journalism is about." 

[hotvintagepoll]

Patrick Troughton (Jason and the Argonauts)—He's really good as a man beknighted by harpies whose immediate first reaction to being beknighted by harpies is to stuff as much bread down his shirt as possible. I won't mention his other roles (though im thinking about them. hard) and i just want to say everything about him is just a little guy, a tiny little little man, a man here for hopes and dreams and frivolity (but dont fuckin cross him you will get yoinked!!!!)

Giulietta Masina (La Strada, Fortunella, Nights of Cabiria)—To me, she is the DEFINITION of scrungly little guy, always, but especially in La Strada. She is hilarious, adorable and heartbreaking all in one. She was born in a wet cardboard box all alone. She is the slapstick clown woman of my dreams. She gets called an "ugly artichoke" TWICE in that film (not true, very brutal, but quite funny - she's the wife of the director too, might I add). Her face is so brilliant, no one ever emoted like she did. She is Pierrot Hot, simple as. Gif of the exact moment I fell in love with her upon first seeing this film, if you wanna include it: [link]

This is round 2 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here. Reminder that this is a movie bracket, not a TV bracket, so no TV-related propaganda will be accepted.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Giulietta:

She's Italian, isn't that enough? No? Fine. She also won two Cannes film awards and is best known for her character in La Strada, in which she played a young woman who fell in love with her captor and witnessed the cruelty of humanity, but still never really lost her child-like spirit.

Masina has a wonderful impish, scrungly quality to her that made her perfect for her iconic Sad Clown type roles. She got tons of comparisons to Chaplin (who despite being handsome, certainly *played* scrungles) and goddamn if they aren’t true. Like yes, she’s obviously beautiful when glammed up, but even in promotional photos, Masina always has this weirdo quality to her. I could see her playing a strange little goblin sidekick to Columbo as he solves a murder in Italy. Even in Nights of Cabiria, where she’s ostensibly playing an object of desire, Masina carries herself with a gait usually reserved for old crones and character actors, (which only makes her yearning for happiness more tragic!).

Patrick:

[frozenjokes]

mumbo jumbo jealousy arc

ao3 link

“Tell me everything.”

Etho was expecting to get cornered by Scar at the first opportunity, but honestly, he thought he might get more than 24 hours given that Scar had a job. According to Scar though, ‘what else are lunch breaks for?’ He cited a concern that Etho might forget everything if left for too long, which seemed dramatic, but it was true that Etho never had the best of memories. However, most of Etho’s memory problems were due to an issue of Chronic Spacing Out, and there was none of that happening at the beach yesterday.

“Mumbo didn’t understand what Grian did with his face. Mermaids also shave. I don’t know why he was so confused. I just don’t think he liked it. That was his biggest concern yesterday.”

Etho knew that would get him, Scar cackling so hard that Etho was truly shocked he could manage to dial Grian’s number at the same time.

///

‘And while I was away? What did you talk about then?’ Mumbo was dying to know, and while he had planned to leave Altas and Etho alone while he tended to the humans, he couldn’t help checking back in on their conversation, needing to know every tidbit of information and human knowledge shared between them. Mumbo was just so curious, and learning about the humans from his original sources was great, but there was a certain catharsis in learning directly, having Atlas ask the questions and receive clear, direct answers.

But Atlas had been cagey in the few days that had passed after Etho’s visit, and while Mumbo had been hoping they would gain enough confidence to interact with a real human face to face, Atlas only cringed away at the sound of Scar’s voice above the water, more touchy than they were in the first place. Mumbo didn’t understand why. Sure, getting Atlas to change their tune about humanity as a species was a grand notion of optimism that Mumbo was not naive enough to play into too much, but this change was almost more unexpected; pure aggression to more of a.. discomfort? Disgust, maybe, like the smell of rot or infection.

Despite this, whatever was bothering them was kept tightly sealed. Though perhaps underestimating the power of human eyesight, Atlas did surface a couple days later to watch Scar and Mumbo in the shallows. Scar was playing some kind of game where he chased Mumbo’s tail, grasping at the fins. Scar’s grand move was a hearty leap to grasp his quarry, but a miss left Scar momentarily immobilized as he inevitably face planted into the sand. A perfect opportunity for Mumbo to batter Scar’s head with the very tail fins he was chasing. It was a good game, Mumbo quite liked seeing Scar flail and scream a little. As much as human noise could be a headache, something about it in the context of play made everything much more satisfying. Though, without this context, it probably sounded like Mumbo was ripping off Scar’s scalp with his teeth. Was Atlas wondering if Mumbo finally snapped?

Scar must have had a secret sense for when mers who hated him were around, because despite his engagement in active warfare, he noticed almost immediately, breaking off their game to wave, then deflating when Atlas retreated in the next moment. Scar sat in the swallows after that, arms wrapped around his legs with his chin on his knees looking distinctly sad, and despite Scar’s obnoxiousness when it came to Atlas these days, Mumbo couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. Humans were social and loud, and this one just really loved making connections, even if he didn’t always know how.

“I don’t mean to scare him off..” Scar mumbled, and while Mumbo didn’t know what he was saying, he got the sense the human was referring to Atlas, “I just want him to come around, right? To know it’s okay.”

Mumbo didn’t know how to help him. He couldn’t explain, though with how pushy and nosey both humans could be, Mumbo was sure they had already heard from Etho about Atlas’s distaste for their kind. However, Mumbo could sing, and that quiet comfort was the best that he could offer for a downcast heart. It brought Mumbo peace to see Scar relax under his song.

…

‘I just don’t understand how you can be so comfortable with it, let it so close,’ Atlas had started, the words coming out of nowhere, hours after Scar had left. This wasn’t the first time this sentiment had been expressed, but judgement was not at the forefront of Atlas’s concern tonight, the mer shrinking in their discomfort. ‘I don’t think it’s natural behavior for humans either, it should be afraid of you, not interested like it is, especially not in me.’

‘They’re curious things,’ Mumbo whistled simply in response, and while he was a little tired of this line of conversation, he really did want to be patient. This was deeply antithetical to everything Atlas had known back home, and honestly, without the harsh edge to their questioning, the repetivity of the matter bothered Mumbo far less. ‘Scars especially is a very curious thing. You won’t have the same problem with Red.’

‘I don’t like it. Your Scars. I don’t like the way it regards you.’ Atlas’s clicks carried an emotion Mumbo couldn’t quite parse. He communicated this with a small flick of his tail and fins, asking for elaboration. Atlas was quiet for some time, deliberating.

‘Ghost had a few things to say about that human’s interest in us.’

Mumbo’s curiosity was instantly piqued, though Atlas only looked discomforted when Mumbo goaded them on, like they were hoping Mumbo would pluck the answers right out of their mind. This was distinct in its oddness; Atlas was not the type of mer to talk in circles. Finally, Mumbo had to prompt them vocally.

‘Say what you mean?’

‘It has..’ the hairs on Atlas’s shoulders prickled, ‘Courting motivations.’

Mumbo imagined that if the humans heard this, they’d laugh so hard that their lungs would fail to support them. He himself let loose a delighted trill, much to Atlas’s alarm.

‘Did you know? Does it not disturb you? Why didn’t you warn me!’

Mumbo waved them off with his tail, ‘Scars is not interested in you, don’t be ridiculous. Their fascination with mermaids mirrors my own curiosity with humanity. Whatever Ghost told you, they exaggerated.’

Atlas was not to be persuaded. ‘They seemed certain.’

‘Human emotion is difficult enough to read on a human-born. Ghost is particularly difficult to decipher, and they do nothing to make it easier. If your intentions are to study the basics of human language once Ghost returns in their proper form, you’d benefit from spending a little time near the beach. They’re expressive creatures, Scars especially.’

Atlas didn’t need to say a word for Mumbo to know they hated the idea of that in any capacity. ‘That one worries me.’

Mumbo couldn’t help but snort. He hadn’t been intending on telling Atlas this as he knew he’d never hear the end of it, but Mumbo figured it would be worth it to quell this ridiculous anxiety.

‘If there were to be any courting between human and mer, it would be between Scars and I only. If Ghost was feeling snide, that’s what they were referencing.’

It looked like Atlas didn’t know if they wanted to snarl or flee. Mumbo got the message loud and clear, though a deep satisfaction turned his tail inward in a soft curl. He was pleased, even if the status of whatever relationship he and Scar had kindled was unclear. Mumbo didn’t particularly care! He quite liked the human casual, the relationship without commitments. He liked having Scar’s attention, far more than he’d ever cared for a mermaid’s. It was novel. Special. And honestly, human or mer, Mumbo had never known anyone else to hang off everything he did and said with such keen interest.

‘Surely you’re not serious,’ Atlas finally said, to which Mumbo purposely misconstrued the meaning.

‘We won't be trading scales any time soon, no, no.’

Atlas seemed to short circuit at the suggestion that this was even on the table, then clearly chose to ignore the sentiment, shaking themself off, ‘That human is not to be trusted. This- Practicality aside, this is deeply disturbing.’

‘If courting is all about practicality to you, I recommend you never find a lover.’

‘You can’t just exclude semantics from these discussions! What is it expecting of you? You of it? You can not mate, you can not occupy the same spaces comfortably- even besides the concept of interspecies courting being entirely antithetical, there is just no way something like this could work long term!’

Flippantly, Mumbo turned away, ‘I can do whatever I please.’ He could waste his time responding to all those questions, but what was the point when Atlas didn’t care for the answers. It wasn’t like Mumbo cared for the answers either, his interest solely in living freely and indulging in whatever was currently sparking joy. So what if he acted on fleeting whims, it’s not like he was hurting anyone.

‘I don’t trust it,’ Atlas said when they realized Mumbo would not be humoring them anymore, ‘Ghost spoke of an interest in the sea. Anything with fins, scales, and sharp teeth. They made it sound fickle.’

‘Ghost’s own disinterest in courting infects every word they speak about it, mermaid, human, or otherwise. Scars does not care for you; they will be too busy looking at me.’ Mumbo gave a pointed flick of his tail, all his fins now twitching in annoyance. Scar was outgoing, he went out of his way to put himself out there, but Mumbo would not consider him fickle. Whatever Scar and Grian got up to was none of his concern; as far as he knew humans were just like that, fighting over each other and mating with reckless abandon. There was still so much that Mumbo did not know about humans, but these weren’t the things that would keep him up at night. Mumbo was experimenting! He was having fun! As far as he could tell, so was Scar! It wasn’t- It wasn’t fickle! Fickle. Ridiculous.

Mumbo abandoned Atlas on the sandy floor, withdrawing in a huff to the burrow where he kept his things and slept.

His mind wandered. It took him down a path he hated to travel, though his thoughts lingered on the end of it all, defending Scar from the monster he seemed so eager to befriend. No one had been pleased about this, but Scar didn’t care at all, and while Mumbo had struggled to glean the meaning of everything he was doing and saying, Grian had admonished him for.. Scar had been chasing a monster whose scale had already been traded (metaphorically, at least. Mumbo had looked, and he saw none of Joel’s dark scales etched into theirs.)

Mumbo had been so startled by the question of mermaid monogamy that the implications hadn’t fully set in. Not that he was bothered if humans took multiple partners, honestly, that surprised him very little, but..

What if Scar really was only interested in fins and scales? It didn’t matter who they were attached to or the things they'd done to hurt someone.. Mumbo’s gut coiled. Was it so simple? If Etho had said it, insisted that’s really all Scar cared about- once Scar learned of Etho’s condition, had he pursued them as well?

Maybe Mumbo was the novelty.

///

“-one hundred years, Mumbo, one hundred years! The whole team got cursed by that goat, that’s why the Cubs never won a World Series for that long, but they pulled through! The curse is broken! Well, that specific curse at least. Apparently the Cubs have a lot of curses, like, a lot, Bdubs and I were looking that stuff up for a while last night, just all sorts of baseball stuff- sports fans are very superstitious it turns out! Who knew? One hundred years. Pretty cool!”

“Your ice is gonna melt, bud,” Grian called from where he was fiddling with his fishing gear; Mumbo was thrilled to see him back at his hobbies! Scar jumped to attention, looking mildly sheepish before babbling on.

“Well, I just wanted you to know where the name came from. Cub. Cubby Cub Cub. Cubby Wubby Cub Dub. Bdubs and I couldn’t stop with that last night, just Cubby Cubbing for like an hour, Etho just about killed us. But I was thinking about it, and I was like, huh! If this mermaid is sticking around for the foreseeable future, he needs a name! He- it- they- ohh, I don’t know what to call Cub actually! I wish you could ask them what they’d prefer..”

“I doubt it cares, Scar,” Grian said again, answering a question Scar did not ask. “People pronouns probably don’t mean anything to mermaids. Etho said gender was different for him, right? Probably the only reason he calls himself ‘he’ is because that’s what Joel started calling him.”

“Well I don’t want to call them it.”

“Then don’t.”

Whatever Grian had said must have made perfect sense, Scar shooting up like he’d had some great epiphany. “Great point! Anyway, I’ve been a little down because I know your friend doesn’t like Grian and I and that’s okay, but selfishly it's also extremely not okay to me and I need them to like me. I need it. But clearly my current methods aren’t working, so I was like, what else can I do? And then I didn’t come up with anything. So I called Grian! And Grian suggested delivering a gift through you, which was a great idea, but I was stumped on what to give them, y’know? I figured no human stuff, you like the humans stuff but- oh! That reminds me, I’ve got a trinket for you, don’t let me forget it- Anyway, I asked Etho, and Etho told me to stop calling him, but then after I called five more times he told me that Cub would never like me which was rude and also sad. After that though, he told me it’s really hot on the surface compared to the deep water, and that you guys have to travel a little ways out to actually hunt, and I thought well, why not give you a frozen treat! At first I was just gonna bring some still frozen fish in a cooler, but Grian, genius Grian, suggested I let you have the ice too! I got you a biodegradable bag for it and everything, but I hope you don’t try to eat that too. Do you like to eat ice? I do. Dentist said it was bad for my teeth and I had to stop, but sometimes I just can’t resist. Whatever kind of ice they put in your drinks at restaurants, that’s the good shit. Can’t let it go to waste.”

Scar retreated back to his and Grian’s bags, where he heaved a new container up off the sand, waddling back with it in his arms. Must’ve been quite heavy; Scar had never brought something like this to the beach before. Mumbo’s interest was piqued, though Scar never left the box’s side, making it frustrating to investigate. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to pull it off the beach and right into the water, then he could have his way. Scar seemed to anticipate this though (it’s not like Mumbo had a history of stealing! This was blasphemy!), using his body as a shield from Mumbo’s grabby hands and positioning his weight strategically so that he could fall on top of the box if Mumbo made a break for it anyway. Foul human, Scar never had any fun.

“Now, most of this is for Cub, but I have some for you too of course. Not even portions- I’m just trying to make a good impression here, I hope you understand.” Carefully, without turning his back on Mumbo, Scar opened the box, pulling out a- fish. Oh. Well, Mumbo was a little underwhelmed, he wouldn’t lie. It was quite stiff too, and almost shiny? Actually, now that he was seeing all this together, he recognized this box. Scar used to bring it often when Mumbo’s tail was busted; did he think he needed to provide food again? With all due respect, Mumbo hoped not. He wasn’t trying to be rude though, Scar must have hunted very hard for this fish! He took it, but nearly dropped it at the revelation that it was cold.

Now, this wasn’t entirely new, and fish given by the humans had always been a little cold, but never to this degree. The fish was nearly frozen solid- no wonder it was so stiff! Mumbo was utterly perplexed, but he didn’t want to give Scar the impression he was ungrateful, so he proceeded to devour the whole thing. It wasn’t unpleasant, not by any means, but seeing Scar’s delighted smile made all the strangeness worth it.

“Gift.” Scar started, and Mumbo perked up, paying closer attention now that Scar was actively trying to communicate with him. “For Cub. Gift for Cub.” Scar pointed across the lake, which was rippling in the light breeze. “For Cub.”

Was.. he trying to give something to Atlas?

“Gift for Mumbo.” Scar produced one bag from the box, handing it over gingerly. It was tied tight at the top, and cold. Holding from the bottom, Mumbo felt a lot of loose pieces inside. Scar pulled another, larger bag up as well, struggling to point over the weight of it. “Gift for Cub. Cub.”

Cub. Mumbo had never heard that word before, but Scar had been saying it quite a lot today. Is that what he’d decided to call Atlas? Mumbo gave him a thumbs up, relatively sure he understood Scar’s intentions, and briefly set down his own gift so that his and Scar’s hands would not have to touch in the exchange. He couldn’t help but notice that Atlas’s package was bigger than his own, but it was possible this was on the account that Scar had given Mumbo part of his gift early, showing off what was inside.

“Go now,” Scar said, almost shooing Mumbo back. He got the idea, though was a little confused why Scar wanted him to leave so abruptly.. it’s not like the fish were fresh. Regardless, Mumbo dutifully delivered the parcels, waking a sleepy Atlas on the lake floor.

Immediate suspicion was a given. ‘What is this.’ However, Atlas sensed the cold, sparking interest as they drifted closer.

‘I think Scars has realized they can’t reach you on the surface. This is a new method it seems.’

‘Scars..’ Atlas repeated the name, distaste prickling across the hairs on their shoulder. Whatever intrigue they previously possessed seemed to die, repeating themself. ‘What is it.’

‘Fish, I think. Can’t say I know why, but it’s not poison.’

Atlas’s tentacles twitched in their suspicion. Mumbo couldn’t blame them, clicking, ‘You don’t have to eat them. They’re odd, frozen. Not inedible, just different.’

Mumbo couldn’t tell if the gesture Atlas lent him was amused or mildly incredulous, ‘You’re crazy.’

‘Not the first or last time a mer will call me that.’ Mumbo made to undo the ties on his own bag, only to be frightened as tiny shards of ice floated up and out in every direction, along with one or two fish. Even Atlas looked surprised, though Mumbo was silently delighted at the little trill that left their throat.

‘Stupid, stupid animals.’

‘Effective at least!’ Mumbo tried, all in good humor.

‘I’ll just sit on mine in that case.’ Atlas curled around their own gift, melting over the cold with closed eyes. Mumbo hadn’t planned on speaking, but Atlas intercepted before he could have anyway. ‘Not a word. And don’t let that human trash float away, they’re always shitting up the water.’

And with that, Mumbo was quite pleased for a while. He didn’t care either way for the ice, though he did enjoy chasing and eating the floating pieces. However, Atlas really seemed to be enjoying the cold, which was great! Mumbo was quite pleased Scar had found a way to get through to them, even if the human didn’t know it yet. When the two mers first arrived here, Mumbo had really been getting fed up with Atlas’s whining, but this was the hottest place Atlas had ever visited by far, and Mumbo felt for them when Atlas was still suffering in the heat after Mumbo had long since adjusted. Mumbo was very glad he happened to bring them here at the start of the cold months.

Mumbo left them like that, returning to his humans. Despite the fact that Atlas would rather be skinned alive than tell any human they liked their little offering, Mumbo couldn’t help but give Scar a thumbs up. Scar’s expression of unbridled delight was worth the wrath of Atlas if they ever found out. Mumbo had to hand it to him, it was thoughtful, even if the ice wasn’t supposed to be the main event.

Mumbo felt less good the moment he realized how much bigger Atlas’s gift was than his. Atlas didn’t notice; at least Mumbo was pretty sure they didn’t, they weren’t even interested in the fish, but they certainly noticed the next day, and the day after that. It was absurd, honestly! And maybe it didn’t matter, it didn’t matter, this was such a stupid thing to get caught up on. Scar was working harder to befriend Atlas because they were the one he needed to prove himself to, it made perfect sense! Atlas benefitted far more from the ice anyway, Mumbo was glad they got more of it- he gave all his to Atlas anyway! Atlas wouldn’t even eat the fish, but- he didn’t know! It was about the principle!

He tried not to let Atlas see he was bothered. This was impossible, every itch of irritation painted clearly in the picture of his constantly flicking fins, but Mumbo did try. Atlas might’ve been nearly as uncomfortable with this as Mumbo was; the last thing they wanted was Scar’s attention, and they wanted even less to get between them, especially if this was courting behavior. Honestly- Mumbo really didn’t know!

It didn’t matter.

At first, Mumbo attempted to remedy his own insecurity by bothering Scar incessantly for the next few days. When this didn’t work, Mumbo ghosted him. But then Scar got sad, just wailing at the beach for hours (minutes), and Mumbo caved to a day of typical activities. Scar did not take well to being ignored, and not in the way Mumbo wanted either; he was just persistent, deterred by nothing but straight up aggression, and Mumbo wasn’t trying to be aggressive! Scar just needed a healthy dose of his own medicine, to have his feelings minorly hurt or feel like some kind of replaceable commodity or- whatever. Mumbo only wanted to stop feeling like Scar would be perfectly content with any other- No!

This was so stupid!

Mumbo would show him. Humans could be expendable too- Mumbo could love just about anyone as long as they had legs!

Wait a minute. Grian had legs. Yes. Yes! Grian had legs! And he would be back soon- oohhh this would be perfect. Sure, after shaving Grian had gone down a couple pegs in terms of attractiveness- not that this mattered, but come on! He looked like an infant! Something about the death of that mustache which sparked Mumbo’s original inspiration was so deeply tragic, but he would persevere for the cause!

Mumbo would break Scar, he would regret ever- ever- Scar would surely regret!

[sulumuns-dootah]

1. 12. Juno - Organising festivities

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆꙳·❅‧The Yule festival of Hell 2‧❆ ₊⋆

A/N: Reader is one of the demons and is separate from the MC ^^

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“Y/N! Let's go for a drive!” Ppyong in his human form plops down next to you on the sofa in your room in the Gehenna castle.

“Can't... Sitri asked me to write down the itinerary for this month.” you sigh. You really wish you could, but this month is going to be hectic from the looks of it, considering how much preparations and events needs to take place.

“Oh? And what's all gonna happen then?”

“Well... The castle needs to be decorated... Sitri decided that his year he'll oversee the baking... Astaroth wants to do a Christmas reading evenings... Oh! And I also need to make a list of gifts for every demon in Gehenna from Satan...” you start looking through all the papers where all the nobles wrote their request and ideas for festivities.

“Huh? And can I request some activities too?” Juno perks up and snatches the closest empty paper with you pen, eager to partake in the nobles' planning.

“Sure, but I'd have to run it through with Satan or Sitri...” you hum and look around for another one of your pens.

After finding one, you turn back to your itinerary and start writing again, only occasionally hearing Juno swear and complain about how difficult it is for him to use pen in his human form as opposed to his lump form.

Paimon requesting a fashion show, Amy wants a Gehenna-wide snowball fight with a reward to the last one standing, Satan's dinner with all the other kings in Hell (Do NOT invite Asmodeus!!!)...

The list is slowly getting longer and longer and soon enough you've covered both sides of you paper. You're about to reach out for another empty cheet of paper when the door to your room is slammed open so hard it almost falls off.

“Oi red lump! You gotta got to the human world!Solomon's kid needs some of that human cum again!” it's Amy who, now for the first time you're seeing anywhere close to your room since it's relatively close to Sitri's.

Juno gets up with a sad sigh. This might be the only time you see him disappointed to go see his friend in human world.

“Okay... But Y/N, do look at my suggestion list for when I'm back, okay?” he turns to you with a grin before disappearing into a black cloud of mist. Amy is already gone too and you're left alone.

Looking over to where Juno sat and struggled to write, you pull the paper with his suggestion closer to you. The paper is almost covered with unintelligible attempts at writing which, to be fair, start getting better towards the bottom of the page. You're only able to read the last line without guessing most of the words:

'Goe fro a drife w me :)'

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"Since you're so worried about your safety on our drives, here... I gto you a helmet!"

[lizzzybooo]

My take on Blitz's intimacy issues and why everything that's happening now with Stolas just plays into them even more (the essay):

Okay before you get mad at me, I love this development for Stolas, it makes perfect sense for his storyline to live as a regular demon and see the class system first hand, and understand how he was part of it. also the fact that basically everyone predicted this is an indicator for me that this is the right way to go, since it makes the most sense for the story. But this post is going to be about Blitz so there we go:

The one thing that bugged me for a while since realizing this is the direction the story is going to take is the fact that Blitz will not have the chance to get over his inferiority complex.

We see throughout the show that Blitz actually doesn't have a problem loving people who are equal or "beneath" him in status. He loves Moxxie and Millie, he loves Loona, he loves Fizz (i know Fizz is more successful but he's still an imp, and someone Blitz has known since he was young and vulnerable). The way I see it he's fine as long as he sees himself as useful to them, as the protector and provider. He employs the M&Ms and Loona, he even adopted Loona, putting himself in a position of superiority and responsibility, and them in a position of dependency on him.

He is also VERY protective with the ones he loves. I always see posts about how sweet it is, for example how he protected Fizz when they were kidnapped, how he put himself between him and any potential danger, and that kind of behavior is shown all the time in the show. And while sweet, it's also his comfort zone. As long as he can be the one protecting them, the one in charge, he's okay with their relationship.

One of the reasons he's so uncomfortable with his and Stolas's power dynamic is that he doesn't see where he can fit into his life. Stolas doesn't really need his protection, he knows Stolas is basically playing out a fantasy when he asks him to bodyguard. He's very dismissive when Stolas is in real trouble, since he's so powerful, so Blitz can't possibly be of any use. It makes him feel belittled to have his weaknesses in comparison to Stolas thrown in his face.

He is maybe impressed (and turned on) when Stolas saves him from DHORKS but he's also uncomfortable, because he doesn't like to be on that side of things.

We only see him warming up to Stolas when Stolas appears weak. When Stolas is very sad over Blitz, Blitz suddenly gets more invested. Because even if physically he's still so strong, maybe mentally Blitz can be his protector, and Stolas might be dependent on him, which is what Blitz seeks in relationships.

I think it's very natural but also a bit toxic (not in a "he's horrible" kind of way, but in an "interesting for the narrative" kind of way). Blitz needs this dependency to feel comfortable in a relationship, because then he's needed, and then he's not going to be left behind.

I think the same thing probably happened with Verosika. She's more successful, she has a higher status, she doesn't need him. But she wants him, and that's not enough, because wanting can change. He can screw up her wanting him, since he doesn't believe someone can love him genuinely, but someone less fortunate (like the M&M's, like Loona) will always need him. And even though Fizz for example is a lot more successful, Blitz can still somehow find his place with him as his protector, it's still a position he's comfortable enough with.

Now if we look at stolitz again, Blitz is suddenly very willing to be openly affectionate with Stolas. Yes, it probably also has to do with the fact that he had time to think about it, he came to the realization that he actually did like Stolas and all that, but still, I'm pretty sure Blitz's sudden willingness to take Stolas in, the sudden gentleness and adoration, has something to do with the fact that Blitz, deep down, is pretty happy with the turn of events. Taking care of a wounded bird that has nowhere else to turn to, that need Blitz to protect him and provide for him? Sign him right up.

Now Stolas is obviously weaker than him, hated, in need, it's very easy for Blitz to be his hero (doesn't help that Stolas basically shoved his own "knight in shining armor" fantasy down Blitz's throat their whole relationship). They are not forming a relationship now as equals, they just switched the roles, and Blitz is a lot more comfortable like this.

Now I don't actually have a problem with this since I think it's interesting, but I do hope it'll be addressed. Like if Stolas gets his power and status back, will Blitz be able to handle it? Will he put up walls again? Will he feel tossed aside since when Stolas is powerful, he doesn't need him, so how possibly can he want him?

Part of me wishes they didn't take the "easy" route for Blitz's character. That they let him learn how to be loved even when he's not necessarily needed for survival. But we still have 2 more seasons to go, so I'm optimistic!

Anyway this is my essay on this subject lol, I know it's super long but I would love to read more takes on this so tell me what you think!

[roseganymede95]

Adding to the love and hate for Mark as a character and person respectively... I think he makes me so sad because I can easily see him being a good person if he were raised in a different environment. He didn't need to be an arsehole. This is someone who seems to be actively choosing to ignore his morals, if that makes sense. Part of me almost feels bad for him

Listen I wrote the guy and low-key hate him, but I also kind of love him, and I definitely feel bad for him. It’s complicated.

I think what makes me sad about Mark isn’t so much that he could have turned out better under different circumstances, it’s that even in the same circumstances, he still could have pulled it together. If he and his buddies hadn’t killed Charles, I really think Mark might have figured himself out and grown into someone admirable. He was only seventeen when Charles died. He had all the time in the world to grow and change.

Instead, he grew up knowing that he killed someone and got away with it. There’s no way in hell modern Mark turned out okay, and that’s kind of a tragedy.

[asquinate]

In light of recent events I have only one thing to say to you all, *AHEM*

(spoilers ahead for the anime only enjoyers, best avoid this :])

Also bkdk thoughts ahead for my followers who don't care for it, I don't know how many there might be, but just to be safe and considerate to you,

IF YOU THOUGHT ONE PUNY CHAPTER WOULD BE ENOUGH TO STOP ME YOU'RE MORE DELUSIONAL THAN DUDEBRO TWT THINKS I AM. YOU CAN PRY BKDK FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS. CANON IS MY BITCH AND I DO WHAT I WANT. I DIDN'T SPEND THE LAST EIGHT MONTHS, NEARLY A YEAR, ENJOYING THESE TWO MORONS IN SO MANY DIFFERENT AUS, SCENARIOS, FICS AND FANARTS FOR SOMETHING AS WEAK AS ONE CANON CHAPTER TO STOP ME. THESE TWO LOSERS ARE MY DOPAMINE AND YOU CAN TRY TO PRY BKDK FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS, BUT I DOUBT EVEN THEN YOU'LL MANAGE IT.

anyway it's late and I'm being lols rn. But I just wanted to put my vibe out here bc I see a lot of ppl being depressed. And while I see why, I also want to put something else not depresso out there too. In the effort of being brief, I will not be stopping making Bkdk or MHA content. And it's not going to be cheating fics or stuff like that. It will be the same soft shit I signed up for. With my other fanon joys like the vestiges and dfo. It doesn't have to be canon for me to enjoy it. This blog will stay pretty consistent with how it has been for the past almost year now. MHA with an Izuku focus and a love for this ship. With other additions, so don't expect any changes from me. Other than more fics in the future. (The Bkdk big bang is coming out in the future as well so…😁). I may be slightly more vocal Abt my liking this ship but I feel like y'all could tell that b4 so?

‼️‼️I WILL be blocking haters or things that don't make me happy bc I'm here for a good time, not to be upset. I am avoiding TWT and all discord servers that I'm apart of that feature MHA for the time being. For my sanity and also watching everyone be sad is bad for my mental health and fandom is about the joys not the losses. At least for me. Also I'm really sorry to the people who feel like the joy they had from this fandom has been stolen from you. Your feelings are valid, but I'm not going to let the haters get another win from me. I hope you all are well and feel better if you're not.

Final notes: BKDK is still canon to me. Katsuki and Izuku are still my favs. 431 isn't real to me, idk what ur talking about? That's a non canon one shot for sure. Aus are my loves, and I won't let this bring me down. I'm actually vibing. Y'all the fics are so good. I may make a rec list fr. Many well wishes to you all, have a good day/night.

[flightyalrighty]

Oh gosh, the talk of Sonic being a bit meaner in this universe has me ready for the drama.

Imagine Sonic, in his grief and anger, finding out Shadow stumbling upon our Slay Queen bug is the reason this happened in the first place. It's not REALLY Shadow's fault, but Sonic might say it is anyway because he won't think about how his words will make others hurt.

And then imagine Shadow, who has probably only ever seen the nicer side of Sonic, being told it's HIS fault. All by the guy who tries to see the best in others. Like... ouch. So good. IT IS SO GOOD... BUT THE MERE IDEA HURTS... Do the bugs in their heads like angst? I feel like they like angst.

(Also off topic from this but I would do anything to see the best for Ivan and I get the feeling that's... NOT about to happen but I wanted that thought out there ❤️)

I'm gonna take your joke "Do the bugs in their heads like angst" question and answer it with 100% seriousness:

She doesn't. She doesn't want her host feeling sad. All she wants them to feel is angry and scared. The most angry and scared they've ever felt in their lives.

Now, that said, I don't know if Sonic would blame anyone but himself if he knew what happened -- And exactly how it happened. He's supposed to be strong. He's supposed to overcome things like this. He was TOLD how he was so strong and incapable of becoming corrupted.

And yet.

[dsevalyappuccino]

Oh man I also don't like bad sans poly... I guess it's time to yap about it (don't mind me).

I like poly ships, some of them. But BSP, especially the BSP that goes around here in Ao3 is... Kinda sad. Everyone seems to be either seeking for Nightmare's approval, or try to annoy him as hell then Nightmare will punish them or some sort. And unfortunately Killer is always. The one 'bad boy' or smth. Which is sad, really ruins the first impression of his character for me.

Another thing I don't like is, yes, exactly. They focus more on individual pairings rather than it being a whole poly. Like. What's the point? "They all just bang occasionally". What's the point.

And as a CrossDust martyr this makes me very sad because I cannot avoid BSP in 90% of all these fics. And CrossDust in most of these fics DOES NOT have any substance or reason other than, well, being part of the poly

The other complaint I have might just be the characters being reduced to only their core and really nothing else. Dust being too fragile or too sassy. Horror just being giant axe guy who can cook (and to feed everyone size difference kink). Killer being an annoying bitch who wants to fuck 24/7. Cross that loyal guard dog who seeks approval and gets left out.

And... And... The most dreadful of all... Fanon Nightmare...

going anon bc idk how safe this space is: I heavily dislike bad sans poly, for a multitude of reasons

- most of it would be abusive as all hell (horror would despise them all and be as petty and cruel as he can, murder would be neglectful in the relationship and hateful, killer would struggle to build a bond to anyone because he knows if nightmare loses the need of them, they're dead, and anyone else would really be the same)

- I never... understood/dislike poly stuff all together, no offense.

I’d say it’s safe, a lot of us seem to know how to agree to disagree around here. I don’t know how’d it be if posts ever accidentally left the circle though.

But yeah I agree. Maybe not exactly for the reasons you give, mostly because I don’t feel familiar with horror and dust quite yet to say, but because I hate nightmare and the thought of him being able to bag any hoes—let alone three baddies—is sickening. He don’t deserve them ong.

And also I hate the way killer is depicted in almost all interpretations, most people only tend to focus on pairs than the whole, and honestly it’s kinda overrrated and convoluted to me.

And also I hate shipping Nightmare with the person he’s at least canonically abused and used and dehumanized and terrorized the hell out of. Killer will always have to carry a reputation out into the Multiverse exactly because of Nightmare. He will always be isolated. Viewed as a threat, a snake in the grass just waiting to strike.

People would never trust him. They’d look at him with disgust and anger and fear. Some would even try to kill and hurt or control him or “fix” him. They’d want to lock him up or even kill him because of what he had to do under Nightmare.

No one was going to save him. He’s lucky three people even tried and offered to help. He could’ve died under Nightmare and people would’ve cheered. All because of how Nightmare used him for his own ends.

Edit: I did not read the last part. Deep sigh..

[rustys-side-coach]

Rating ALL of the Rusties from the UK Tours that I’ve heard.

yes you heard that right.

I love the UK Tours so it was only natural that I do this lmao, and my phone broke to shit so I’m not able to do certain things until I get a new one, BUT I listened to most of the, yesterday! So imma go on a yap sesh lmao

JAMES GILLAN - 2004-2005

first Impression: he’s literally RUSTY. the man, the myth, the legend, he plays Rusty here the best of all the rusties I’ve heard, but he shouts way too much in the bootlegs I’ve heard.

like girl…..you’re okay….Pearl’s still here..you could try later..my god.. like I think he might be the more aggressive of the Rusties..but his voice is AMAZING, i could listen to him sing all day everyday and not get bored.

I could tell he loved playing rusty, his crazy was full of energy and he sang THE FUCK out of Starlight Express and the Starlight Sequence, but no improv when certain things happen so that’s a bummer lmao

but yeah my rating is definitely a 100/100. He played Rusty exactly how I think he should be played, and I’m really sad I don’t have that 2005 video bootleg of him….maybe one day..

Philippe Reynolds - 2005

first impression: he’s…okay…

so this Rusty is more mature of all of them methinks, and you can definitely tell when he tries to sing the solo in coda freight…he could not hit that high note and I’m almost died..

but his Crazy is energetic and really fun! Most of them are, but I could definitely tell he was having fun, even though he wasn’t able to sing the way other Rusties could, but he still killed it. And I thank the bootlegger for sitting so close, you could hear him loud and clear and I kept giggling when he got closer lmao

his Starlight Express kinda blew me away, while again, not able to hit those high notes he was so passionate about it that I just kept repeating the song for like idk 10 minutes?? But he played it straight and had that emotion that others don’t really have, so he gets like 5 points for that.

my rating is…90/100, first his first time playing rusty (I’m thinking it is) he did really well! Would love to get another bootleg to see if he grew into it, but I don’t think one exists lmao

no photo of him as Rusty, so here’s him as Nintendo lol (it’s the only photo of him at all actually,,)

Oliver Thornton - 2006

First impression: SpongeBob me boy.

this Rusty sounds really congested, really SpongeBob like lmao. But he still kills it as Rusty! His woo woo sounds like a pubescent child but also really comforting? He’s just so silly,, his Rusty is also very chuckly and bubbly i kick my feet when I hear him lol

like before crazy, he giggles and chuckles to all hell, and I love him for that, it’s so stupid but I would kiss him on the mouth and watch him giggle like a school girl if that makes sense idk,,

in Starlight Express, he’s got a bit of crazy vibrato going on, but he has some emotion in there so yeah idc he’s one of my faves and I will not take criticism, he can hit those high notes well and he kills it during everything he’s in,,,but.

But. He missed his cue for Crazy one time.

I held my head in my hands and wanted to melt into the couch..how do you do that???

ANYWAY. I loved him. He gets a 99/100. I’m still not over the missed cue for crazy…shivers

Cameron Neilson - 2007

first impression: go back to playing cb little bro/j

his first time playing Rusty, I could tell he wasn’t feeling it. He was a bit stiff and stale during his singing, but he tried.

I do have more bootlegs of him, and he does way better in those ones. He plays Rusty with some excitement and playful energy in there sometimes, he’s able to hit those high notes (sometimes) and his woo woo is just beautiful to listen to.

His Crazy is a bit like eh to listen to, he doesn’t do that well, but yk he’s trying and his voice is a bit more higher than how he played CB but he still sounds southern lmao, his steam was the most southern ever and I loved it 😭😭

yeah so he did well, but hmm he gets a…89/100. Go back to playing CB and I think he does better lol. Again, no photo of him as Rusty, so here’s him as CB!

Kris Manuel - 2007-2008

first impressions: oh…..oh no…baby no…

was he an emergency cover??? Because he was STRUGGLING when he was first introduced..he played Rurhgold and Electra in both UK Tours, so it’s a given that uh…..yeah uh….

his Rusty sounds really nervous sometimes…like I can tell he tried to play Rusty, he has the voice that I think he tried to act as Oliver? But it does sound kinda good lmao

anyway, he missed his cue before crazy HOW DO YOU DO THAT??? but uhhhh his voice does good, he tries to be good in singing, in one bootleg he does really well, in the other,…not so much. I feel bad lmao why did he play Rusty??

my rating? Mmmm 80/100. Not that good but he tried. I feel bad,, no photo of him as Rusty, so here’s him as Dustin!

Adam Ellis - 2008

First impression: SpongeBob 2: electric boogaloo

hello SpongeBob. It’s nice to hear you again/j but really omg, why does he sound so nasally and high pitched? Idk why but it makes me laugh when I hear him, it’s so silly to me and idk it’s makes him more endearing..

his starlight express and starlight sequence gets me going, it’s very good and I’d listen to it all day everyday in time with James lol. But I think he does pretty well, he plays Rusty how you think he would.

energetic and silly, I’d wanna get another bootleg with him, but I guess watching the 2 videos of him does me good…

ratingggg 90/100. I love him. He’s so silllyyyy

HIM WITH THE MULLETTTT

Jamie Golding - 2009 NZ Tour

First impression: okay buddy..

well, he played Rusty! I mean, he does pretty good, I loved some of his improv, but he just…plays Rusty like..idk how to explain it but he’s not really into it. He plays it straight, he sounds likes he pretty bored but I guess he’s trying to get back into it?

yes, he sang his heart out in both songs, his crazy though, not that crazy. Also when the songs ended basically no one clapped??? Like I think barley anyone was there so I…I think I almost cried lmao.

also I don’t like the way he pronounces Starlight. I have the same problem with Oliver’s ‘poppa’ but it’s not that bad aside from me going 🤨 every time he said it. But yeah I guess he’s did good. Idk I wasn’t feeling it with him.

my rating……….80/100. Wished he did better..

Kristofer Harding - 2007-2013

first impression: HELLLOOOOO KRISTOFER RUSTTYYYYY 😍😍😍😍

my man. My favorite Rusty of all time.

he does the most improv of all the rusties here, and I love everything he says and does (I can hear it lmao) he plays him like a little guy so energetic and positive,,

Ik that he’s British but I don’t care, he keeps making karate noises and grunts during crazy, and he does so much improv in that one song it made me fall in love when I first heard him. He’s so dorky and plays Rusty like a PERSON with a personality. Not saying the others don’t lol

I love him always and his silly woo woo and his stupid little catchphrase ‘yeah’ every time he’s confident I’m going to blow him up with my mind i love him alwaysssssss

my rating for my all time pookiebear 100/100 I DONT CARREEEEE NO ONE TALK TO ME GET OUT THE WAYYYYYY

Stuart Armfield - 2013

first impression: yeah he’s good!!!

he plays Rusty with this emotion of determination and confidence. You can tell how passionate he is when he sings starlight express and how happy he is during the starlight sequence.

he acted serious and almost hesitant during laughing stock, he plays the seriousness of the show very well. I have no gripes with him. Just wish he was a bit more sillier, but I can’t change the way he played him, so hehe.

rating 90/100. I wasn’t able to listen to all of him before my phone broke, so I rated him from my memory of yesterday. Alsoooo no photo of him as Rusty 😒😒😒 so here’s him as CB!!