#it was very well written/felt very genuine and sincere

[behold-the-daybreak]

noël sure is an episode of television. josh is there having some of the worst nights in his life, and also yo-yo ma is there.

[14dayswithyou]

I literally have the most amazing and wonderful community in the entire world???? T_T In this essay, I will—

This is going to be raw and unedited because I want to get my initial thoughts out there before I forget n go back to crying /pos, but?? Yawl.... I can't even begin to find the words to express how appreciative and grateful I am for each and every one of you!! ;v;

I've spent the past few hours reading through everyone's personally written messages, then rereading them all again to let it all fully sink in. I'm being genuine when I say that I've never felt this loved or appreciated in any community before in my life.

Those in the Discord server might know about this already, but since the start of this year, I haven't really been enjoying myself (nor have I been as active) in the yandere VN community. There was far too much infighting between devs, parasocial communities, and toxic anons that ruined so much for me — so I withdrew from it all and remained in my own small bubble. Even then, I still got belittled, harassed, doxxed, and even became the target of Tall Poppy Syndrome by others; most of which nearly made me want to leave altogether, but the overflowing amount of support from everyone in the 14DWY community made me want to stay.

And even now, after reading all those heartfelt messages... I think it's permanently solidified the little space I occupy here on the internet :3

So... Yeah, long story short (and a story that will likely end up as its own separate Tumblr post gjskskjd), I wasn't enjoying myself at all in the yandere VN community... but I did have the time of my life in the 14DWY community. And it's all thanks to you guys.

I'm genuinely sooooo proud to have such an endlessly kind, social, and talented community; and I'm glad to have brought such an interactive and friendly group of people together over our shared interest in such a nice concept. 14DWY is essentially a labour of my love — and although I'm ultimately creating it for me and my silly interests — it's still something that I want to make worthy of you guys as well. All the love and support you've shown me and 14DWY motivates me to do my very best, and y'all deserve nothing less. So...

Thank you all for finding a comfort character in my Totally Normal Guy and his Totally Not Eccentric quirks. Thank you for all the insanely talented creations y'all make and share with me. Thank you for sending in your silly (/pos) questions and turning them into inside jokes and AUs for the rest of the community to enjoy. Thank you for talking with me and making this space a genuinely fun place for me to be in again.

From the bottom of my heart; thank you all so much. I really hope everyone has had an amazing year so far, and I hope 2025 will be as kind to you as you all were towards me.

I also want to give a big fat massive huuuuuuuge shout-out to Ashe / @flaneur001 my love (/p) for organising the 14DWY letter event on Discord, and for contributing so much of their time and dedication to the 14DWY community. You say you've only been part of the community for a year, but to me, that was a year well cherished and appreciated. The 14DWY community (and me especially) have all been so lucky to spend this past year with you, and I sincerely hope you've enjoyed it as much as we have. You've done so much for me, the community, and the 14DWY Discord server, so it's only fair that you get the recognition you deserve. So thank you, Ashe!! And a big thank you to everyone in the 14DWY Discord who participated in this event as well!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some cryin and sobbin to do <3 /silly /pos

[loveinhawkins]

gently prise the feeling out

ao3 Written for @steddie-week Day 2 prompt, “hands.”

It’s the movement that catches Steve’s eye: Eddie’s hands flexing gingerly as they walk through the woods.

At first Steve dismisses it as a nervous habit—honestly, he’d say Eddie’s holding up pretty well for someone who recently swam into an alternate dimension—but then his flashlight illuminates the side of Eddie’s face at just the right moment, and he sees the clenched jaw of discomfort.

“Are you hurt?”

Surprisingly, Eddie doesn’t look like he’s been found out; he just looks puzzled. “Uh, no?”

“Your hands,” Steve clarifies. “You keep…” With his free hand, he imitates the motion.

“Oh,” Eddie says. “I didn’t know I was—it’s nothing, man, really, just—” He laughs slightly. “Was swinging the oar around, managed to hit a bat—Jesus Christ, those fuckers are heavy. Honestly, it’s, uh, kind of a miracle I hit it at all, d’you remember how shit I was at baseball?”

“You weren’t that bad,” Steve says—vaguely recalls the days of shared phys ed and thinks, you were just left-handed, and no-one threw the ball at you properly.

Eddie’s lips twitch into a smile. “You’re very generous, Harrington,” he says; the words sound like they’re placed somewhere in between teasing and genuine. As he speaks, he subtly shakes his hands out.

Steve angles the flashlight down to them. “Lemme see.”

Eddie blinks. “You’re kidding.”

Steve stands his ground, just raises an eyebrow expectantly. Robin and Nancy aren’t that far ahead; they’ll catch up again in no time.

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief. Scoffs. “Um, I think I’ll live, Steve. I can’t believe you’re even—like, you’re—” He gestures wildly, and it takes Steve a second to realise that he’s referring to the bat bites.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Steve says with practised confidence; right now, he doesn’t have time to be anything else.

“Then I’m fine, too.”

Steve resists the urge to roll his eyes; he doesn’t want to be locked in a stalemate out of their mutual stubbornness.

“Dude, I could’ve already looked by now.”

Eddie actually rolls his eyes at that. He turns his hands over quickly, darting in and out of the flashlight’s beam like he’s saying ta-da!

“Wow,” Steve says in mock astonishment. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were five.” He makes a beckoning gesture, like an impatient teacher waiting for homework.

Eddie smirks as if he’s trying not to laugh outright. And then he joins in on the act, too, stomping over with theatrical reluctance.

“Watch the vines,” Steve says, amused.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie says, “that’d be a real stupid way to go.” He stops right in front of Steve—and this time, he shows his hands properly: cupped together, arms outstretched.

“Can you just—need ‘em a little more—” Instinctively, Steve puts a hand underneath Eddie’s, gently pushes them up, further into the light. “Yeah, there.”

Eddie’s skin is cold to the touch; it reminds him of how Robin’s hands had felt the night of Starcourt and, less distressingly, whenever she’s nervous before a practical music exam.

He moves the flashlight back and forth in assessment. It doesn’t seem like anything’s swollen—he remembers the ache of his own hand that night in ‘83: the erratic pulse of Christmas lights as if they were possessed; the crack of the baseball bat; Jonathan and Nancy’s screams.

But what the flashlight does expose is…

“Ouch,” Steve says sincerely.

Eddie’s hands are embedded with splinters.

Eddie shakes his head again. He nods at the bandage across Steve’s middle. “C’mon, man, I don’t—these aren’t exactly war wounds.”

Steve decides not to fight him on it. Opts for a lighter touch, “No more oars for you.”

Eddie chuckles the tiniest bit. It’s a sad sound.

“Yeah, that’s not—they’re from Rick’s. The, um, the boat, y’know? I…” Eddie bites his lip. “It’s kinda… fuzzy, but I’d fall asleep in there, like just for a second, and then I guess I’d—” His fingers twitch above Steve’s palm. “Panic.”

Steve can picture it: Eddie starting awake, hands scrambling across the rough wood, as if in desperation for it all to be a nightmare; that maybe if he kept searching the splinters would melt away, transform into the softness of bedsheets.

“Remind me later,” Steve says, and he pats the unmarked skin of Eddie’s knuckles in reassurance. Keeps his touch there so he’s still partially holding Eddie’s hands up. “I’ll get them out with a pin, I’m good at…” He falters at Eddie’s silence. “I’ll be careful,” he says—it feels important, suddenly, that Eddie should know.

Eddie looks at him. The reflection of the flashlight’s glow flickers in his eyes.

“Yeah, I know,” he says softly.

One of his hands tilts ever so slightly, fingertips brushing against Steve’s palm. Then he steps back, hands falling down to his sides.

Steve resumes illuminating the forest floor. They walk on, and in the quiet, the air feels different, changed—for the better, Steve hopes: like something tender’s been exposed to the surface.

[jellxzy]

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: “𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮” - 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

|| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!: 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

|| 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧-𝐣𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝.

|| 𝐀/𝐧: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭!!!! 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐓-𝐓 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐡𝐡𝐡, 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐? 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞??

"My dear Hyun-ju."

Hyun-ju opens the letter gripping the paper tightly as the tears fall from her eyes. After witnessing multiple deaths of the people she loves—loved.

"I'm writing this letter as I sit on my bunk, which is across from where you are right now. I know that I am somewhat important in your life now. But don't worry, you don't have to keep protecting me."

Hyun-ju reads the letter, swallowing the lump in her throat before continuing

"Rest assured my love, I will get you to win this wretched game, made by my wretched father."

Her breath hitched at the word; father.

"Enough of the sad stuff. I hope this letter reaches you safely, and I most certainly hope you get out of this place safely. I am sincerely sorry that I didn't save Young-mi, if I could've, I would've."

Hyun-ju smile saddened at the mention of Young-mi, her heart aching as she goes on.

"I hope you reach Thailand and complete your transition, my love. You deserve it. After working so hard and tolerating all the stares you get, you deserve everything in the world."

She felt touched that you even managed to remember something like that about her, even though she only spoke about it once.

"My love, I'm writing this letter in the bathroom, secretly. So they wouldn't notice how I got a pen and paper here. I hope Junhee's baby is safe, and her of course."

Hyun-ju glanced at Junhee and her baby, she smiled at them.

"I also hope, Yongsik and his sweet mother make it out, I wish for him not to be a gambling addict anymore. A little part in me heals as she treats me like a daughter, the mother I will never have."

Hyun-ju then glanced to Yongsik and his mother hugging each other for warmth.

"I hope you are well, my love. I hope you enjoy the money you received, I'm sorry I won'y be there with you. You know how strict my dad is. Use the money well and wisely, most importantly do what you want, don't let other people get to you okay? I won't be there to support you along the way. But at the very end of your path, I will be there waiting for you."

Hyun-ju smiled bitterly at your letter.

"I never expected to fall in love in a place like this. Full of death, yet we found love. So, I will forever cherish that love that I have for you, I'm afraid I have fallen too deep for you to let the games continue. I don't want to die. I want to keep on loving you with all my heart. But, I know I'll never make it out of here."

Hyun-ju's tears spilled out at the next paragraph.

"My love, I know I will never make it out of here, but don't be sad. Before hand I will have created 365 letters to send to you every-day, to remind you of the special love I have for you. And for the first time in my life, I have felt genuine love, from you and to you. I love you."

"Hi, My love. I am currently writing this letter to you, whilst bleeding. So, I am sorry for the blood that will possibly get on this page. As of now I have written over 237 letters to send to you. I'm sorry, I don't think it's possibly that I continue on. The rest of my time on earth, I want to spend with you. I cannot currently find you, or any one. So, here I am writing this letter to you. I just want you to know, my beating heart belongs to you. And only you. I'd die for you. I'd go through hell for you. As my love is only for you, my soul is meant to be yours forever. I love you, Cho Hyun-ju."

Hyun-ju sobs quietly as she folds the letter and placing it into her pockets securely. She wipes her tears before approaching Gi-hun. "Gi-hun, are you sure that there was no dead body near this letter?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. All I saw was a letter addressing to you and a bloody pen near it." Gi-hun explains as they both look to the horizon, finally escaping the island. "We were both betrayed, Hyun-ju." Gi-hun puts a hand on her shoulder.

"But, it's time to move on with life. As much as I loved him, and you loved her. It's time to move on." He comforts Hyun-ju with a small smile.

"Goodbye, my love." Hyun-ju whispers into the air. Saying goodbye to both the island she despises to never see again, and to you, the one person she longs to see again.

[come-see-our-show]

I saw an early screening of the Mean Girls movie last night, so here is a summary of my thoughts, comparing the movie musical to the Broadway musical, which I was lucky enough to see live in 2018!

Changed that I liked:

The usage of social media in the Broadway show made it very clear that it was written by adults who didn’t know much about Gen-Z. It was probably one of the worst parts of the show in my opinion. But Tina Fey must have done her research since 2018, because the way the movie uses TikTok, memes, vlogging, and FaceTime to push the story forward worked VERY well. I think there were some influencer cameos, but it didn’t feel they were included to show how “young and hip” they were, It actually added authenticity.

The diversity within the cast and changing last names to reflect the characters’ backgrounds (Karen Smith ➡️ Karen Shetty, Janis Sarkisian ➡️ Janis 'Imi'ike)

Cutting down “Meet the Plastics.” It’s a very exposition-heavy song and doesn’t need to be super long, even though the full version is quite catchy and fun.

All of the new jokes landed so well, probably because Tina Fey’s writing style is better suited for the screen as opposed to the stage.

This is more of a comparison of the musical vs. the original film, but a big change was The Plastics’ weaponized wokeness (which I talk about here).

The production design for most of the songs was very different. The stage musical has a lot of rock songs, which were changed to a pop sound for the movie. I personally prefer rock musicals, but it was a good way to give the movie a separate identity from its predecessor so it doesn’t risk becoming a carbon copy. It worked on some songs (“Someone Gets Hurt” and “World Burn”) but not on others (“A Cautionary Tale” and “Revenge Party”).

Cutting the joke about Regina’s ass being big. It was a very low-brow joke, which I’m not a fan of, and was just really immature. Thank God that was changed to her falling, which still shows her being embarrassed without her body being the joke.

Explicitly making Janis a lesbian! (It’s only implied in the stage show with “It’s not even true… I only have one butt”) And she goes to prom with a girl while Damien dances with a boy! ALSO THERE’S REJANIS LORE AND IT’S SO HEARTBREAKING I LOVE IT

megan thee stallion just… being there

Miss Norbury and Principal Duvall being a couple and owning a dog together!!!

As a low mezzo, I appreciated whoever decided to lower the key for “I’d Rather Be Me.” I felt very represented 🩷

Having Cady be raised in a single-parent household so it focuses in more on her relationship with her mom. Jenna Fischer was so motherly and sincere and brought a warmth to the movie. Their scene together near the end made me emotional (you’re never too old to ask your parent to stay with you until you fall asleep) (also this is my request to make jenna fischer my mom)

Changes that I didn’t like:

Cutting BOTH of Damian’s solos??? (SHE’S LEAVING!!!!!!!! JUST LIKE MY DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Cutting “More Is Better.” It wasn’t necessarily a memorable song, but it did give both Cady and Aaron more depth, both as separate characters and within their relationship.

While cutting some of the songs helped with pacing, cutting HALF of the score made me forget that it was a musical sometimes, which sucks because I really like musicals!!!

Other stuff:

The movie was marketed horribly. One of my friends didn’t even know it was gonna be a musical because there were no songs in the trailers 💀 (Also, this isn’t just a Mean Girls problem. The Color Purple also didn’t have any songs in the trailer. I didn’t even know Wonka was a musical until I saw it in theaters, so that was a bit of a shock.) If you’re producing a musical movie, maybe your focus groups should be musical fans, because that’s still a HUGE market.

Auliʻi Cravalho’s voice is STUNNING! She and Jaquel Spivey had great chemistry and their friendship felt so genuine!

The opening and ending transitions from the garage were everything to me

The EDITING

Angourie Rice is a great actor and fit Cady perfectly… except for her singing. Out of the entire cast she was easily the weakest in terms of vocals and it was pretty disappointing since she’s the LEAD. I could barely hear her in the new song “What Ifs” because of how quiet and breathy she was. I think it’s a better written song compared to “Roar” though.

Jon Hamm cameo!

Ashley Park cameo!

I cannot stress enough how funny this movie was. I was probably laughing louder than everyone else in the theatre.

I lost my shit during “Meet the Plastics” when Regina unzipped her jacket and Cady was staring at her boobs. She’s just like me fr 🏳️‍🌈

I know that Regina is a horrible person but I couldn’t find it in me to dislike her in the slightest. She just served too much cunt 😩

Christopher Briney is a good actor, but I don't think he was the right choice for Aaron Samuels. I would hate to ridicule anyone for their looks, but it still plays an important part in casting. Aaron is supposed to be a somewhat naive, wholesome, hot jock (and Regina has high standards, so he better be a fucking model). Briney is definitely a cutie, but gives off “smoldering badboy with a secret sensitive side” energy, which isn’t what Aaron should be.

The fantasy sequences (Stupid With Love, Revenge Party, October 3rd). I LOVE when movie musicals USE the medium to tell stories in a way that they can’t on a stage!!!

THE CHOREO!!! Everyone freezing then shaking in “Someone Get Hurt” AHHHH that entire number was HYPNOTIZING!!!!!!!!!!! My friend told me the choreographer’s name is Kyle Hanagami, so shout out to him. (also reneé rapp was so fucking hot while singing that oh my lord)

I will be calling my pimples “face breasts” from now on (avantika ilysm)

DAMIAN’S FRENCH COVER OF THE ICARLY THEME SONG 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

why was there a 0.5 camera shot of cady during revenge party 💀

“I’d Rather Be Me” was so much fun and I felt so fucking empowered. And the transition from the song to the bus was just *chef’s kiss*

“donut worry i am still your freend” 🥺

Lindsay Lohan cameo!!!!!!!!!

NOT ENOUGH RENEÉ RAPP 😭😭

Overall, the movie was not perfect, but the Broadway show already had plenty of flaws, so it’s understandably how that would affect the adaptation. I still a LOT of fun and would definitely see it again. Go stream Snow Angel by Reneé Rapp. i love women 🥰🥰🥰

[rarityroo]

Dating Shōta Aizawa HCs

Hey, I haven’t written fanficion in a while (about 3 years) so please be kind and if you have any criticism let me hear it. This isn’t proofread and also written with a fem reader in mind, I whipped this up today while I work on requests! Enjoy!

You two have known each other since you were teenagers. You both attended UA and became friends after Hizashi introduced you to him properly, having seen him around whether it be in the halls or passing him as you left the school to go home.

It was very obvious you had a crush on him, so Hizashi being the outgoing guy he is, he decided to play matchmaker and do everything he could to get you two together.

Hizashi started small, he would make plans with the two of you and either "forget" to be there or "something would come up". Unfortunately, it didn't work quite the way he wanted it to as Shōta would be too nervous to be with you one-on-one for an extended amount of time and would often go home. 

This made you very sad as you assumed that meant he didn't like you romanticly in the way you liked him. Hizashi noticing this decided to go to more extreme measures, he planned to put fake love confession notes in both of your lockers.

Causing the two of you to finally face each other and confess your feelings.....

You look at the note in your hands lightly trembling peering down at it, your heart clenches in a mixture of anxiety and excitement at the thought that this is genuine. A confession from the man you had a crush on for so long, God this felt like a dream! The note says to meet him at the top of the rooftop of UA, this felt unreal, it felt too outgoing and too forward, this was so unlike Shōta. Despite it all a part of you wanted to believe it anyway.

With anxious steps, you go up toward the rooftop, you see him with his back turned to you the wind lightly sweeping his hair, he turns to you with an unreadable expression he pauses before finally saying, "So...you wanted to meet me here?" You're struck with confusion "W-What? I thought-" Completely bewildered by this situation, Shōta looks at you, you look at him, you both blink in bafflement. "Hold on I thought you wanted to meet me here?" Shōta declares, his eyes holding a look of hurt confusion. "I do! Trust me I do, I just thought...you wanted to meet me here." You say. As you stand there, caught in this whirlwind of misunderstanding, "I think Hizashi had something to do with this." you say sheepishly finally understanding the situation. Shōtas confusion shifts to a mix of annoyance and amusement, while you can't help but feel a rush of embarrassment. But amidst the chaos, something clicks inside you. You take a deep breath, gathering your courage.

"Actually, Shōta, there's something I've been wanting to tell you," you begin, your voice shaky. "Even though this whole situation is a mess, I have to say. I... I have feelings for you. And not just because of this note mix-up, but because, well, I've liked you for a while now."

Shōta's expression softens, his eyes widening in surprise. "You... you do?" he stammers, his usual stoic demeanor faltering.

You nod, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. "Yeah, I do. So, um, would you maybe want to go out sometime? Like, on a real date?"

A smile spreads across Shōta's face, his eyes sparkling with soft admiration. "I'd love to," he replies, his voice gentle yet so sincere. "And... I think I might have some feelings for you too."

After graduating from UA you two stayed together the entire time even getting an apartment together. Despite you and Shōta being proheros while Shōta is an underground hero with a chaotic schedule that usually makes him return home at ungodly hours of the night, you try to keep a somewhat domestic lifestyle. Making him lunches or making dinner and leaving it in the microwave for when he gets home.

You two also have two cats together, a Russian blue named Cheese and a long-haired tabby cat named Azuki. Shōta is an amazing cat dad, after patrol, he sometimes gets them treats and will always get them the best toys, food, and the nicest food and water bowls. 

His students know about you, he doesn't talk about you very often because he values his privacy but Hizashi likes to tease him about his "pretty partner" making Shōta very flustered and annoyed.

One thing you were always sure of is that no matter how difficult either of your days was, no matter how much physical and mental pain both of you were in you would always come back to each other. 

After a long night of patrol, his body was sore and his mind was clouded and tired, aching limbs carry his body into the shared apartment, Shōta looks at the clock on the wall, 3 AM "Damn", Shōta says rubbing his hands across his face in exhaustion, a soft mew pulls him out of his fatigued state. Azuki looks up at him, soft round eyes staring, "Hey Azuki, you keep momma company?" Shōta reaches down to pet the cat's head Azuki meows happily in response. He smiles softly and walks over to your shared bedroom, slowly opening the door not bothering to undress out of his hero uniform. Plops down into the bed exhaustion taking him completely he falls asleep comfortably, Shōta mind feels no longer plagued with weariness and anxiety just peace and clarity always with you. Forever with you. 

[himezoro]

their reaction to hearing a famous love song written for you ! (with luffy and zoro)

After a long hiatus I’m finally back to writing!! I’m very sorry for my absence and hope this fun drabble will bring you joy (just to make you wait for drabbles with deeper themes haha). I had the idea on the subway on the way to work when listening to music, feel free to use any music you like from any group/singer/rapper, and feel free to share it in the comments <3

i used kpop songs because I was listening to this playlist at the same time lmao.

Luffy – Gravity by EXO

He saw Nami, Usopp and Chopper singing loudly and dancing to catchy music and decided to join. Luffy loves having fun and genuinely thought the song to be good, and these vocals? Impressive!

He enjoyed reproducing the choreo and singing to the lyrics on display and had the time of his life. His flexible nature made it easy for him to get the moves right, but his energy resulted in him bumbing into his crewmates, stepping on their foot and punching them in the face.

Kept on calling your name to show you his moves, his bubbly attitude trying to catch your attention ruining the choreography Usopp took very seriously.

When he hears Nami say this love song was written for you, he suddenly stops, Chopper tripping on his feet at the sudden stop.

He thought the song was great, and that it was cool you had your own song!!!

Yet, he feels like it was something he should do for you. Considering he loved you a lot more than anyone, and that anyone includes the one that wrote that song in homage to you, he simply knew it was his duty to write one for you as well.

It did not matter that the lyrics he just heard made it clear to the world the writer’s feelings for you were real and that you two probably shared history. All that mattered to him was the fact that standing next to him as future King of Pirates, would be you.

So in the middle of his fabulous performance, he ran away and asked Brook for help, for Usopp’s greatest pleasure.

Comes back a few hours later with a whole new arrangement he sings in front of the whole crew with the scratchiest voice ever, but with an amount of pride, sincerity and love that could be heard to the depth of the ocean.

Needless to say you had to quickly shut him up with a hug or else he would have awaken the dead.

Zoro – Eyes, nose, lips, Taeyang.

He was fed up with Usopp, Luffy and Chopper’s karaoke with Nami’s lovesick playlist. It felt like hours and he was trying to sleep.

(Yes it is the middle of the day, but it is the perfect time for a nap and hearing the lousy trio was giving him night terror.)

You could feel his grumpiness from below the crow’s nest and debated going up to ease his pain but decided not to, to avoid having a fuming Zoro to deal with.

When the bridge of the song hit and Luffy tried hitting the high notes alongside Nami that decided to join in, this was the last straw for our swordsman.

He got down angrily and stormed towards the deck where the now quartet performed and turned off the music, only realizing it only triggered his friends’ energy more as they simply went acapella on the song.

Sighs in exasperation and starts walking away when he hears Nami say, “Gosh, (Y/N) is so lucky to have had a guy writing this for her. It’s iconic. Guys, let’s sing it again!!.”

His already bad mood just got worse. Not only the nightmare would go on again, but this stupid song was written for you? Such a pathetic sad love song was written for you? How weak could this man be to weep on the international entertainment scene as he sung for you? Making a show out of himself, how preposterous.

Would throw the speaker overboard if it weren’t Nami’s and would have to pay it back.

Keeps on thinking about the “pathetic song” on his way back up to the crow’s nest and as he laid down on his hammock. Zoro is far from being insecure indeed. He knows you cover him with a love so unique and special, it was bestowed for him. Yet, he could not help but thinking about how he had never been able to express his feelings for you with… this much words and nuances. Hell, he can’t barely remember the last time he ever told you he loved you with words, and had he even said it at all ? And with a love expressed so loudly, maybe your past history was more meaningful to you than the one you’re sharing right now ?

Surprises himself overthinking.

If you decided to hop on the crow’s nest to spend some time with him, be prepared for a needy boyfriend that aches for your touch, reassurance and mostly, to tell you how much you mean to him (but not by singing, that’s still a no.)

[dark-and-kawaii]

With the way you write Haarlep, I can just picture them being blindsided by Tav giving them aftercare (because we all know that Raphael doesn't) or tending to their injuries after Raphael "disciplines" them. Like after Raphael punishes Haarlep for acting a little too familiar with Tav, she takes one look at the incubus and is doing what she can to make it better. Nothing sensual (at least not intentionally on Tav's part), just honest to goodness tenderness. I'd love to read a thingy about that.

༺ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬 ༻

Soft Haarlep Prt. 2

I just want to say thank you for sending in this request because this has became one of my favorites I’ve written!!!! I really hope you enjoy it ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞!!! and would love to hear your feedback!!! I made this as a sequel to the previous Haarlep request!!!

Angst - Comfort - Injuries

- PRT 1 (Click Here) - PRT 3 (Click Here) - PRT 4 (Click Here)

Ao3

Haarlep lay on the ground, battered and bruised, their throat burning from the punishment inflicted by Raphael. You were discarded like rotten flesh in the corner, your skin adorned with fresh bruises, your hair matted… And the rest of your body… Well that didn’t really matter because you did beg Raphael to spare Haarlep. Which he did in his own sick twisted way. Haarlep, that’s what mattered at this very moment. Summoning the strength within you to rise from the ground to tend to them, that’s what mattered.

The moment your hand touched Haarlep's cheek, they felt a mixture of surprise and a flicker of warmth amidst their pain. Your thumb gingerly tracing over their cracked lip, and with a soft voice, you spoke, "Don’t move, okay?” Your eyes were filled with sadness, not for your own pain, but for theirs, “I'll be right back." You then proceeded to stand back up on two wobbly legs, Haarlep could see the struggle… It reminded them of a freshly born Nightmare foal -horses of the hell realm- learning to stand for the first time. Just as you were about to lose your balance and collide with the cool unforgiving ground, Haarlep interjected. Their tail pressing against you to help keep you steady for a moment.

Mouthing thanks to them, you make your way to the center of the room where the bath was. You grabbed the nearest cloth, dampened it, and returned to Haarlep's side. With gentle care, you pressed the cloth against the bruises on their neck and their tender skin. Haarlep's tail, instinctively swishing back and forth, reflecting their initial amusement at the irony of a vulnerable mortal attending to them, an incubus whose very nature was one of darkness and desire.

"How utterly amusing," Haarlep began with a weak chuckle, trying to mask their inner bewilderment. "The crippled mouse tending to the cat that led it to its own demise." The familiar playfulness of Haarlep’s nature collided with the unfamiliar tenderness they felt towards you. They couldn't fathom why you would show such kindness to them

Your eyes brimmed with tears, your lips trembling as you fought back a cry. Witnessing their cracked lip bleed, a single tear cascaded down your cheek, "I'm so sorry, Haarlep. This is my fault," you whispered, your voice trembling with genuine remorse.

A laugh escaped Haarlep's lips, but this time, it lacked mockery. It held traces of vulnerability, an acknowledgment of the empathy that defied their role. "Ha! What a perplexing situation," Haarlep smiled, their tone still of his nature but with a tinged of newfound sincerity. “What am I to do with such a fragile little thing.” Their hand embracing your chin gently as their head cocks to the side, their fiery eyes still locked onto you, “Why stay and tend to a fiendish creature like myself, who hails from the very depths of the hells?" It was only for a fleeting second, but Haarlep’s fingers kissed your chin with a tender caress just before their hand fell back on their knee.

Your sullen gaze softened as you continued to tend to their wounds, your hand unwavering, "You're trapped here, aren't you? Bound and alone," you said softly, your voice carrying an unmistakable truth, "No one deserves to be alone, not even an incubus."

Haarlep sat in the silence watching you. Despite the darkness that surrounded you, your kindness and understanding had silenced Haarlep. They didn’t know what to say nor do, it was the first time they’ve ever experienced such a gentle and pure soul even after Raphael’s assault. Your body was more broke than even Haarlep’s yet you sought to comfort them first…

Haarlep's tail, a physical extension of their emotions, gently moved to rest against your thigh. Their unspoken way of saying thank you, expressing the depths of gratitude best they could.

Taking notice of the feeling of Haarlep’s tail, your eyes wander towards it. Placing your hand atop of their tail, symbolizing acceptance, “I won’t leave your side, I promise Haarlep.” With that, Haarlep decided to bask in the comfort of your touch, their eyes closing as you pressed the damp cloth to their temple.

[fieldofheathers-stuff]

The Silco Saga, a restrospective after Arcane Season 2

Part One: Silco, Jinx and Canon VS Fanon

After rewatching the entirety of Arcane, I’ve been reflecting on some recurring points of contention in the fandom with the show's second and final season, particularly from the pro-Silco side. A common sentiment I’ve seen is that Season 2 diminishes the significance of Silco and Jinx’s relationship by excluding him from the narrative. This criticism often hinges on the idea that their father-daughter bond was central to Season 1, and sidelining it in favor of Jinx’s connection to Vander—which was only hinted at in the first season—cheapens their relationship and his role in the story. Initially, I sympathized with this take, especially as Silco was (and still is) my favorite character in Arcane. His limited presence in Season 2 felt disappointing, and the season overall didn’t seem as cohesive as the first. But after rewatching the show, my perspective has shifted. I think the fandom, especially Silco fans, might have viewed their relationship through fanon-colored glasses, forgetting how ambiguously it was written in the canon, and therefore have a skewed perspective on the reason for his “diminished” role in season 2.

Canon vs. Fanon: Silco and Jinx’s Relationship

In the show, Jinx is referred to as Silco’s daughter by only three characters: Sevika, Singed, and Silco himself. Sevika uses the term twice—once as a jab to Vi, and once to Silco directly, comparing his bond with Jinx to her own relationship with her father. Singed uses the term during a critical scene where he prepares to "revive" Jinx. Silco calls her his daughter twice as well: once while speaking to Vander’s statue and again during the climactic dinner confrontation. Notably, all of these acknowledgments occur within Silco’s inner circle. Characters outside this circle describe their relationship differently—Ekko says Jinx “belongs to” Silco, and Finn crudely refers to her as his “dog.” This suggests their father-daughter bond was deeply private, recognized only by those closest to them. Even for Silco himself, the acknowledgment of Jinx as his daughter is not immediate. He only explicitly calls her that in moments of extreme emotional vulnerability—after being faced by Jayce’s ultimatum and again during the final confrontation, when he’s forced to bid for her affection against Vi. This delay suggests Silco might not have fully understood or articulated their bond until those moments. His closed-off nature and trauma from Vander’s betrayal likely made it difficult for him to consciously embrace or display genuine paternal affection. While Silco has moments of vulnerability with Jinx, he often reframes them to maintain control or serve a larger purpose, consistent with his characterization as a man who repressed empathy to achieve his goals.

Jinx’s Perspective: Complicated Feelings

Silco’s presence in Season 2 hinges on how Jinx feels about him. As he is dead and was not widely beloved in Zaun, there is little reason for other characters to dwell on him. Jinx, however, is deeply affected by his absence, yet, when looking back on Season 1, it is clear that their relationship was far from simple. She's not just a girl mourning her dad, and the show addresses this point very precisely, albeit subtly. So subtly, in fact, that I feel like a lot of people are missing it.

What does Jinx feel about Silco, then? I feel like in order to answer this question, we first have to understand Jinx as a character. Her defining traits are her insecurity in attachments and her avoidance of difficult emotions—traits stemming from her traumatic childhood. Even during Season 1, she frequently doubts her place with Silco, as shown by her desperate attempts to prove herself. Her kidnapping of Silco in Episode 9—prompted by her fear that he might betray her—underscores her deep-seated anxiety.

By the end of Season 1, Jinx’s doubts regarding the sincerity of his affection are dispelled when Silco’s final words affirm his love for her. However, their relationship’s tragic end—accidentally killing him after finally realizing his affection—leaves an indelible mark on her psyche. Her guilt over his death compounds her existing trauma, making it difficult for her to process her feelings about him. The father-daughter bond that some in the fandom want so badly to be acknowledged can't be explored in its purest essence, because it barely had time to exist before it was irrevocably marred by another layer of trauma.

Furthermore, there’s the unspoken reality that Silco played a role in the events that led to her family’s death. While Jinx primarily blames herself, she is likely aware on some level of Silco’s involvement. This complex mix of love, guilt, and unresolved feelings creates a psychological minefield that she is unlikely to navigate openly, and thus Silco's role in Season 2 is diminished.

Silco’s Rebirth Narrative: A Misguided Legacy

Silco’s trauma from Vander’s betrayal led him to create a narrative of personal rebirth—a psychological coping mechanism that allowed him to suppress his pain and embrace a ruthless new identity. He tries to pass this philosophy on to Jinx, encouraging her to adopt a dual-identity framework to overcome her own trauma. However, this mindset is ultimately a form of avoidance, preventing true healing. Silco’s dichotomy of "before" and "after" ignores the reality that trauma does not erase or replace one’s identity; acceptance and integration are the only paths to recovery.

Season 2 subtly critiques Silco’s influence on Jinx. In her funeral monologue in the Pilt, she still employs the avoidance tactics taught to her by Silco, externalizing her pain, blaming an unnamed "someone" for her suffering (“someone put all those holes in you”). However, following two very brief appearances as a hallucination, Silco is conspicuously absent from the first two arcs. Early in the season, she seeks his guidance but receives none—a sign that, perhaps, she is subconsciously realizing that his lessons no longer serve her (and, perhaps, never have). Instead, she finds solace in other connections, which were denied to her while Silco was still alive. The all-encompassing codependence they developed towards each other allowed for no outside influence.

I find it particularly poignant that the character she offers her the most genuine solace in Season 2, Isha, is mute. Jinx’s doesn’t need someone, to rearrange her feelings into a well crafted narrative like Silco would have done. She needs the innocent enthusiasm of a child who believes in her no matter what, to finally start believing that she’s still worth something, that she can do something right. She needs to feel, to grieve, to accept the totality of what happened to her and what she is, because it’s the only way to overcome the tragedy of her life and move towards healing.

The Genius of Silco’s Season 2 Scene

Silco’s brief appearance in Jinx’s hallucination in the final arc Season 2 is, to me, a masterstroke of storytelling. In her subconscious, he delivers a message about breaking the cycle of self-perpetrating violence, guilt and shame that has trapped them both. This speech is uncharacteristic of the Silco we knew in Season 1, but that’s the point—it’s not really him. It’s Jinx’s way of processing her trauma and finding a path forward. By conjuring Silco to voice this revelation, she symbolically redeems both of them. It’s a poignant moment of closure and growth, showing how far she has come in her journey toward healing. It’s her looking at Silco and going: “Look dad, I fixed it. I fixed it for the both of us.”

Conclusion

Far from cheapening their bond, I think Season 2 offers a very nuanced yet subtle exploration of Silco and Jinx’s relationship. It acknowledges their mutual affection while addressing the darker, unhealthy aspects of their dynamic. Silco’s absence forces Jinx to confront her past and begin to heal, ultimately allowing her to honor his memory in a way that reflects her growth. This portrayal adds depth and complexity to their story, proving that even in death, Silco remains an integral part of Jinx’s journey.

[yuzurins]

# reluctant to love

desc: in which rin writes a long essay proclaiming his long suppressed love for you

warnings: not proofread… lots of rambling, maybe ooc, itoshi brothers are not estranged, minuscule amount of angst but majority is fluff, some curse words here and there, rin is still at blue lock btw!

rbs and interactions are appreciated !!

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‘dear y/n,

i am writing this letter to inform you that i have taken a liking to you for a while now and would like to—‘

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rin grumbles to himself as he scribbles out the complete trash of a confession that he had just wrote.

he doesn’t even know why he decided to take this approach at all. it all started because isagi and bachira told him that, “he was beating around the bush,” and “he’d probably win the world cup before being able to utter a word in front of them.”

so of course, rin said some very harsh words in response, leading to isagi challenging him to confess to you before the next match (that was in 72 hours) with his football career on the line.

which is how he found himself sitting at his desk after practice, spinning his pencil around trying to write a stupid love letter for his best friend.

because in the words of bachira, “everyone loves poetic men!”

despite immediately denying the words of his friends, deep down he knew damn well that they were completely right. if he wasn’t forced to, he would probably quit football before ever speaking about his feelings out loud.

but because the itoshi rin can’t risk his ego and pride, he’s reluctantly willing to write a silly letter.

turns out writing that silly letter was harder than any football game he’s ever played.

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‘dear y/n,

i remember the first time we met.

it was first day of junior high, and you were sitting on a bench in front of the school with red puffy eyes, fiddling with the little kumamon plush on your bag.

i was late to class that morning, and after seeing you i purposely tried to walk faster in order to avoid any human interaction. but you saw me and grabbed onto my blazer, refusing to let go even though i didn’t spare you a glace. you asked for help getting to your classroom, and because i didn’t know what i was getting myself into, i lead you there (like the kind person i am) expecting to never see you again.

but i guess the world had other plans, because it turned out we were in the same class. you stuck to me like a parasite, annoying me every chance you got and never shutting the fuck up. but i enjoyed the company, though younger me would never admit that.

fast forward a few years and nothings changed. or has it? you’re still yapping your mouth off all the time and clinging beside me in every class. except something’s different, and i don’t know what it is. you laze around at my house after begging me for homework help, we occasionally go get food, sometimes fall asleep together and— [this part is illegible because rin drew over it too hard]

i don’t know. i think around this time i started distancing myself from you because i always felt uneasy around you. my heart was always beating rapidly, my stomach felt uneasy, and i just felt anxious. all the time. nii-chan told me it was because of you, so i just stopped talking to you. i’m sorry.

i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was leaving. that i’d be gone for a while because i got scouted by blue lock. i didn’t mean to because i thought i’d be okay before i left. sorry i’m rambling now. i know i don’t speak a lot in person so i’m writing my thoughts down for you to understand me better.

i was a kid in denial, and sometimes i still am because even now i don’t understand that part of myself. to be honest, i would’ve never confessed these feelings of mine if my friend didn’t push me to. it sounds like a dick move but i swear on my career that everything i’ve written on this stupid paper is genuine and sincere.

and what i am certain of is that i want you to be by my side. i want you to be there cheering for me when i win a game, i want you to be there beside me when i wake up, i want you to spend your afternoons lazing around me, i want you to tell me all about the small unnecessary details of your day,

i just want you

because you make me feel safe

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rin’s biting his lower lip now, feeling super embarrassed about how vulnerable he just let himself be on a piece of paper. he doesn’t read over it at all and shoves it into the envelope immediately. doesn’t even check whether he wrote your address right or not because he’ll chicken out if he looks it over at all.

he’s super anxious about this letter, to the point where he’s fucking up his plays, so imagine his surprise when he sees you sitting on his porch the day he finally gets to go home.

you jump up immediately at the sight of him and run to hug him. rin stiffens at the sudden impact but drops his bags a second later to sink into your embrace.

though as if that wasn’t enough of an answer for him, he’s still uncertain about your feelings. you hear the rapid beating of his heart and look up to give him a lovesick grin.

“i love you too, itoshi rin.”

BONUS: 2YRS LATER.

“i can’t believe you forgot to sign off a letter confessing that you’re head over heels for me.” you giggle as you walk over to your boyfriend, who was staring at his letter that you pinned to your pegboard. “what if i ended up responding to the wrong person?”

rin huffs and turns away, embarrassed that you caught him reading that. “shut up, you have no other friends anyways.”

you smile teasingly at him as you notice his ears turning red. “you never thought about the possibility that someone could’ve liked me during the 10 months you ignored me for?”

he frowns, though you can’t see him, and droops his shoulders down. you know he still feels bad about it, but it’s fun to tease him because in your eyes he looks so adorable, like a big puppy.

and as he still stares at the floor, he turns around and walks over to envelop you in his warmth, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

an endearing smile finds its way on your face as you hug rin back. he’s not a words person; this was his way of expressing his apology.

“it’s okay, you big baby, as long as you’re here with me now.”

[fernlessbastard]

You guys aren't ready for the conversation of how Quackity sincerely loves bottoming

I'm not at all saying he wants to always bottom, I'd say he still prefers topping most of the time, but whenever he's down to get something up his ass, he's DOWN to get something up his ass, if you know what I mean

(the switching applies to position only, tho. I sincerely can't see him genuinely enjoying subbing, and neither can I see Wilbur actually domming unless they're both being influenced by years of internalised homophobia and patriarchy and all that bullshit, but even then it's just cringe and they're just both pretending it's not cause it's easier that way (and the sex itself isn't like, actively bad, not to mention that it provides some degree of an emotional connection which they both desperately crave), plus it's still basically vanilla just with a little bit of dirty talk - that's how i see them in Pogtopia (with Q bottoming - if you want another huge post on their Pogtopia dynamic let me know cause I have so many thoughts on it and how their traumas affected them and their relationship and how complicated it all was))

That being said, man's 10000% intensely fucking traumatised

(tw personal hc and following the logical path from canon implications idfk)(also exaggeration) like, if he were ACTIVELY evil and had ZERO (even personal) moral code, then the amount of anger he feels towards Schlatt for taking away the enjoyment of it is probably enough to ignore all ethics and torture Dream so utterly unimaginably he ends up violating entirety of the Geneva convention, and then having 50 new ones written specifically to condemn his actions, just to break every single one of those as well on the way, just so that Dream gives him the revival book so that he can re-kill Schlatt with his own hands

Also he absolutely re-traumatised himself with Karl and Sapnap cause he was for sure like "I shouldn't be having an intense panic attack right now, I'm going to push all my energy into pretending that everything's ok and that I don't want to cry and scream and rip my skin off. I'm just being silly and dramatic anyway ha ha" which just resulted in them unknowingly hurting him all over again. I take no criticism. Q's got MASSIVE communication issues when it comes to validating his feelings and Karl and Sapnap are "everything's fine"-ing way too much on the daily. And whole Quackity should work on his issues, it IS a partner's job to at least try to check up on the other(s) (and vice versa), and Karl and Sapnap clearly always preferred to ignore any hints that something might be wrong as a general life rule. The relationship was immaturely focused on "fun and good vibes" from the very start, so any bad topic obviously felt out of place. It started off with lack of communication and it died cause of it too.

That's also actually why I will always firmly stand by the fact that Wilbur (during las Nevadas era) is the only person with whom he could ever heal, btw (yes, including Charlie as a hypothetical romantic interest). Cause Schlatt's abusive, Karl and Sapnap "deserve better" in his eyes (so he pretends to be fine until shit hits the fan and everything falls apart)(that also applies to his hypothetical relationship with Charlie). But with Wilbur there's enough distance to feel safe and call out his bullshit without retaliation in form of abuse, and on the other hand he doesn't care to pretend to be perfect - hell, he probably purposefully shoves his issues onto the guy cause he's like "you think you're so strong and stubborn you can handle me??? You think???? Think again." (Wilbur does the same btw). They're purposefully trying to push each other away, destroy the "relationship", show each other just how fucked up they are. They're psycho-competitive. Even being the first one to be "too much" and get abandoned turns into a competition.

But it backfires. They bond. They're real with each other. They're stubborn, they're determined enough to stay just long enough to see each other's walls crack. And once they do, the feelings are quick to spill. They're each other's only people to be GENUINELY themselves with - no masks, no manipulation, no bullshit. Just themselves. And that's the first, CRUCIAL step to developing a healthy relationship (or at least healthier than all their other relationships).

So with Wilbur he probably only tries to bottom either once he ACTUALLY begins to feel like he could maybe try to reclaim it, or even if he tries it in a self-destructive way, (considering their history+patriarchy and shit) Wilbur'd know and care enough to realise Q's just trying to hurt himself. And as shitty as Wilbur can be sometimes, he's not a bad person - he'd stop Q if things'd go too far, or give him (at least a temporary) safe space to safely go through a breakdown without hurting himself like that. He wouldn't take advantage of such a low moment, and he would know enough to recognise it's a low moment in the first place.

Anyway once they figure all that out and Quackity's genuinely comfortable with it again, it's for sure not uncommon for him to enjoy some nice aggressive pounding, all the while having one hand in Wilbur's hair, pulling it to hold him close, and the other hand on Wilbur's neck, lightly choking him as they're intensely making out

All that to say Q's a massive sadist but he's also a huge massochist and he'll absolutely have Wilbur on a nice leash and call him a pathetic, desperate, horny dog or something like that as the man's (purposefully) sloppily thrusting in and out of him, causing the most "carnage" he can (Wilbur will be double fisting Quackity and Quackity will be just looking at him unfazed like "your hands are small" (they're not)/hj)

Oh btw to clarify [TW ok more direct talk of SA so please be careful and take care of yourselves]- yes, I'm absolutely saying Q got repeatedly SA'd by Schlatt throughout their relationship. The guy was canonically generally verbally and physically abusive, AND basically the whole point of his character is that he's like, the epitome of everything wrong with society. Add to that the sexual comments which were constantly used to demean, insult, and objectify Q, as well as Quackity's intense, palpitable discomfort which noticeably grows each time the topic comes up when they meet after Schlatt's death during Las Nevdas era, it's a pretty safe bet to assume Schlatt didn't stop at "just" verbal and physical violence. Sexual violence is almost a guarantee when you consider all that context - it's hardly even "reading between the lines". And you can't tell me that in our society that views being penetrated during sex as something negative, especially for men, while viewing penetrating someone as an act of "conquering" and "winning" and all that a character who's supposed to embody as many of this world's faults as possible wouldn't shove his dick where it's not wanted, even just purely to prove he can despite lack of consent.

[foxy-eva]

Worship

Summary: Spencer knows exactly how to make it up to you after being late for date night

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) facesitting / oral (fem receiving)

Word Count: 1k

Masterlist

Even though you already told him on the phone that you wouldn’t be mad at him, Spencer still felt bad when he arrived at your apartment two hours later than promised. He hated to make you wait, especially now that it was too late to still catch the movie you really wanted to see. 

When he entered your living room he looked at you with guilt written all over his face. 

“I am so sorry I’m late,” he sincerely apologized. “Hotch wouldn’t let any of us leave until we finished our paperwork.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck to give him a chaste kiss. “It’s okay, Spencer. I’m not angry at you.”

He still wasn’t convinced. “Are you sure? I feel bad for making you wait this long. I know how much you wanted to see that movie.”

With one raised eyebrow and a smirk spread over your face you suggested, “Well, you could always try to make it up to me.”

Spencer recognized the playful tone in your voice instantly, purring “Tell me how. I’ll do anything.”

Your lips found his, not wasting any time to deepen the kiss. It was then that he understood that the movie wasn’t the only thing you had been waiting for. With your hands roaming over his body Spencer had trouble keeping up with the pace of your actions. The urgency you displayed was unusual for you but still very exciting. 

He would have been happy to take the lead in your encounter but it seemed like you really wanted to be the one in charge tonight. 

With your hand around his wrist you led him to the bedroom and demanded, “Take your clothes off and lie down on the bed.” 

The harsh tone surprised the both of you but Spencer didn’t hesitate to unbutton his shirt as he chuckled, “Yes, ma’am.” 

The new nickname let heat rise to your cheeks but it was nothing compared to the warmth spreading through your body as your boyfriend revealed himself to you. It was obvious by his growing desire that he really enjoyed following your lead. When he was completely bare, he lay down on his back in the middle of the bed. You let your eyes wander over his body, smirking when they landed on his erection. 

“So pretty,” you snickered while beginning to undress yourself. 

You locked eyes with him but he couldn’t stop himself from glancing over your body as you slowly shed each layer. Once you had gotten rid of the last piece of clothing, you joined him on bed, straddling his lap. 

“So here’s the deal. You are going to make me come twice, one time for every hour you made me wait for you,“ you explained to him. 

Keen on doing as he was told, Spencer reached out his hands to touch your breasts. You stopped him by grabbing his wrists and pinning them down on the mattress. 

He sounded genuinely confused when he asked, “How do you want it?” 

To his surprise, you moved up along his body, positioning your hips right above his face, one leg on each side of his head. Spencer couldn’t move his eyes from in between your thighs, your folds already glistening and looking so ready to be tasted. 

Before he could start you told him, “Just tap my leg if you want to stop, okay?” 

He wrapped his arms around your thighs to pull you down, chuckling, “That won’t be necessary.” 

“I don’t want to suffocate you,” you snickered. 

“I’d die a happy man.” 

That was the last thing he said before burying his face between your legs. He let his tongue glide through your silken skin and you instantly started to rock your hips against his mouth. With one hand in his hair and the other grabbing the headboard of the bed you tried to keep balance. However, there was no way to stop your legs from shaking once he closed his lips around your little bud and started suckling. 

“Fuck, Spencer, you’re doing so good,“ you praised him and he hummed in delight. 

You ground your hips against his face at an accelerated pace, your arousal covering his chin as he pleasured you devotedly and relentlessly. You let out a whine and dared to look down to lock eyes with him. 

“When I saw your pretty face for the first time...,“ you paused to catch your breath and let a sigh fall from your lips. “...I knew I had to sit on it someday.“ 

Spencer smiled against your heat for a moment. When he noticed the telltale signs of your impending climax he tried to keep you steady with his arms tightly wrapped around your thighs. Your whole body shook when you found relief, whimpering when Spencer still continued to move his tongue. Only when you tugged on his hair did he stop, giving you a chance to lift your hips slightly as you leaned against the headboard with a heaving chest. 

Even from this angle Spencer stared at you in awe, letting his eyes roam over your body as if he had never seen anything more beautiful. When you lowered your hips once more, you felt like a queen finding her place on her throne, ready to be worshipped. 

Spencer was gentle at first, making sure you were ready for him to keep pleasing you. When you started rocking your hips against his face again, he didn’t hold back any longer. He focused his attention to your bundle of nerves, still swollen and sensitive from your previous high. You were quick to come undone a second time, moaning as you reveled in the sensation of pure ecstasy.

When you had caught your breath again, you moved away from his face to lay down and curl into his side instead. 

“Date night is saved,” you snickered and Spencer joined you in your laughter.  

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alastor ships part 1 charlastor

written by a friend because and he gave it to me so shout out to Ramazan also you owe me 200 Manat

(CANT FIND ARTIST)

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The streets of Hell were never quiet, but tonight there was a kind of serenity, a strange calm that had settled over the chaos. The red glow of the underworld's sky cast a warm light over the towering buildings, the jagged silhouettes of demonic architecture reflecting against the fiery horizon. Within the hotel—Hazbin Hotel—things were different, quieter, though there was still an underlying tension that never seemed to leave. It was a hotel meant to reform sinners, after all, not a sanctuary of peace.

In the heart of the hotel, Alastor, the Radio Demon, leaned against the grand piano, his fingers lazily dancing over the keys. A crooked smile tugged at his lips, but his crimson eyes were focused on the figure sitting on the couch across from him—Charlie, the princess of Hell. She was sprawled out, her blonde hair cascading in waves, and her bright, hopeful eyes seemed to dull in thought. It was rare for her to be anything but optimistic, and the fact that she wasn’t smiling filled the air between them with a thick tension.

The relationship between Alastor and Charlie was not one that anyone had expected, let alone understood. Alastor was a notorious overlord, a demon with a penchant for chaos, who delighted in manipulating others and watching Hell burn. Charlie, on the other hand, was the very opposite—bright, hopeful, always searching for redemption for others. She believed, perhaps foolishly, that even the worst of sinners could be saved. Somehow, their contrasting natures had drawn them together in a strange, unexpected dance.

Alastor's smile never faltered as he watched her, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. "Darling," he said, his voice as smooth as honey but tinged with something darker, "what seems to be on that precious mind of yours?"

Charlie blinked, snapping out of her trance, and glanced at him. A soft smile pulled at her lips, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "Oh, it’s nothing, Alastor. Just...thinking."

He raised a brow, amusement clear in his expression. "Thinking? In Hell? My dear, that’s dangerous. What could possibly have you so preoccupied?"

Charlie sighed and sat up, crossing her legs underneath her. Her gaze wandered out the window, looking at the flames that licked the sky in the distance. “It’s just...I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing anymore,” she admitted softly. “The hotel, trying to help all these lost souls... What if it’s all pointless?”

Alastor's smile faded for the briefest of moments before returning, though this time it was less playful. He stood up from the piano and crossed the room, moving with his usual eerie grace, until he was standing in front of her. He knelt down, so they were at eye level, and cupped her chin with his gloved hand, tilting her face to meet his gaze.

"My dear Charlie," he began, his voice low and rich, "you've always known that this little...project of yours was a gamble. But you're not one to shy away from the impossible. In fact, I daresay that's part of what I find so...enthralling about you."

Charlie blushed, her heart fluttering in her chest. She could never quite tell when Alastor was being sincere or simply toying with her emotions. But in this moment, his words felt genuine, even if they were wrapped in his usual charm.

She reached up, placing her hand over his. "Do you really think it’s possible?" she asked softly. "That I can actually help people here?"

Alastor chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. "I think anything is possible, my dear. But whether or not you succeed—well, that’s entirely up to you." His crimson eyes glittered with something dangerous, something seductive. "You have the passion, the drive, but this is Hell, after all. You can’t change it without getting your hands dirty."

Charlie frowned slightly. “I don’t want to become like the others here, Alastor. I want to do this my way.”

“And I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. He stood up, pulling her to her feet with him. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t...bend the rules a little, does it?”

Charlie hesitated. She had always tried to maintain her ideals, to stay true to her vision of redemption. But Alastor’s words stirred something inside her, a part of her that wondered if she had been too naïve. Could she really bring about change in Hell without becoming a part of it?

Alastor, ever observant, saw the conflict in her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You know, darling, there’s nothing wrong with a little darkness. After all, it's what makes life—or death, in our case—so...entertaining."

She shivered at his touch, at the way his voice sent chills down her spine, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she rested her head against his chest, listening to the rhythmic hum that always seemed to accompany his presence. Despite everything—despite his manipulative nature, despite the fact that he reveled in chaos—she found comfort in his arms.

“I don’t know if I’m strong enough,” she murmured. “To do what needs to be done.”

Alastor chuckled softly, stroking her hair. "Oh, but you are strong, my dear. Stronger than you know. And if you ever doubt that strength, well..." He pulled back slightly to look at her, his smile sharp, but his eyes softening ever so slightly. "You have me by your side, don't you?"

Charlie gazed up at him, her heart swelling with emotion. She knew that Alastor was dangerous, that his affection for her came with its own set of risks. But in this moment, she didn’t care. She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah... I do."

He leaned down and kissed her, his lips soft against hers, yet there was always a hint of darkness in his touch, a reminder of who he was. But Charlie had come to accept that part of him, just as she had come to accept the darkness within herself.

When they pulled apart, Alastor's grin was wide, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Now, my dear, enough of this melancholic musing. What do you say we take a little break from all this...redemption nonsense and have a bit of fun?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow, her smile returning in full force. "Fun? What kind of fun?"

Alastor twirled her around, making her laugh, before pulling her close again. "Oh, I’m sure we can think of something. After all, Hell is full of...opportunities for entertainment."

She giggled, her earlier worries fading as she leaned into him. “Alright, Mr. Radio Demon. Lead the way.”

And so, with a flick of his hand, the shadows around them seemed to shift, bending to Alastor’s will as they disappeared from the room, leaving the quiet of the hotel behind.

As they stepped out into the chaotic streets of Hell, hand in hand, Charlie realized that, despite the odds, despite the uncertainty of her mission, there was one thing she was sure of—she didn’t have to face it alone.

And in Hell, that was enough.

[03-ooz]

when i was teenager i had this headcanon that i thought was so cute and so clever about sasuke having an ugly laugh and a gummy smile. bellow is, copy and pasted exactly as it was written in 2018, a rambling i found about that headcanon while combing through my icloud account.

Canon compliant-ish Naruto learns chakra control earlier. From who? Idk make it up.

During one of the earlier and slower squad 7 mission, Naruto, in an attempt to show off his chakra control walked straight onto a body of especially wild river rapids. He fell in even quicker then expected and was immediately whisked away down the rocky river and away from his teammates.

Sakura took hold of Sasukes wrist in an unusually bold move and yanked him down riverbank to chase after their newly estranged teammate.

They spent a few minutes merrily running alongside the riverbank amusedly listening to a mix of obscenities and pleas for help from Naruto, Kakashi trailing lazily behind them Icha Icha staying the objective of his attention.

Just as the two on land were becoming properly winded and rosy cheeked and as Naruto was finding it more and more difficult to keep his head above the choppy waters, Kakashi decided to put his book away and gracefully leap from land to water wasting no time in catching up to Naruto and hoisting him unceremoniously out of the water. Once all were back on sweet safe land, Kakashi attempted a half hearted lecture on teamwork before returning to his book and directing the attention of his students back to the task of their mission. Naruto sheepishly returns to the company of his teammates halfway wanting to tell them off for not trying to help but wholly embarrassed and so he keeps quiet. Sakura very much wanted to be mature and to tell him off for his pathetic display of machismo, but the opportunity to tease was too perfect to pass up. Naruto in an attempt to redirect Sakuras patronizing turns to Sasuke accusatory finger readily pointed and half to Sakura half to Sasuke loudly states

"Well its not like he could do any better!"

It's the perfect storm. Naruto falling into the river, the fun of chasing after him, the Schadenfreude of watching Naruto lectured and now Naruto still proud enough to stand before him and so confidently state that he Sasuke Uchiha the legacy of the world renowned Uchiha clan whos members spent free time fighting atop the most holy Nakano river as if the harsh spirit inhabited waters were mathematically leveled ground could not have done better. He bites his lip to warn away a threatening smile. He brings the nail of his thumb to his teeth, maybe pain will ward off the bubbling laughter.

It doesn't work, it starts as a giggle, he mentally curses the amusement but that does nothing for him and all too quickly he's devolved into full on straight from the belly snorting laughter.

Of course, this isn't the first time Sasuke has laughed in Narutos face as response, but it's by far the most genuine he's ever been. The unconventional nature of Sasukes true laugh catches Naruto off guard. Usually a dismissing laugh from Sasuke sets Naruto off quicker than anything, but the sincerity in the gleeful guttural noise gave Naruto pause. This was the most relatable, the most human sasuke had ever appeared to him.

Sure Sasukes valiant moments of bravery, leaping in to protect his teammates during scuffles with enemy Shinobi were acts of human decency, but they weren't personal. Protecting your teammates was the unwritten rule Shinobi lived by Sasuke was just doing his job. What's more Sasuke interacted with the rest of the team sparsely and outside of teasing Naruto and as Naruto understood it not in good fun, his interaction was always very professional always about mission business.

Outside of suppressed admiration Naruto had no personal connection to Sasuke, and although he wasn't adverse to the thought of it he didn't strive to form one and this Naruto felt was a mutual decision.

In this moment however, as sasuke clutched his stomach and doubled over, red with laughter, the Sasuke that ordered him around during missions or harshly criticized and teased during training drills. Didn't seem as offensive. In this moment,

and thats where it cuts off. i don't know exactly where i was going with this, but i think 15 year old me was onto something and it may be worth a rewrite.

[simplydnp]

So OKAY here are a just few parts of dans birthchart that made me scream into the void because of how scary and crazy accurate it is (disclamer: This is is actual birth chart and was not written by a phannie even if looks like it is bc accuracy lmao.)

''His neck and upper chest are erogenous zones. He generally doesn't jump into a new relationship. If he does, they feelings grow gradually. A partner who makes him feel safe and secure is ideal for him. Once committed, his love is long lasting and sincere. He has have strong values and others will find it hard to sway him in this area. Sensual, the world of touch and smell is most appealing to him. Complex or mysterious partners are not as intriguing as simple and genuine ones.'

''He is amorous, not a peaceful and calm lover but a passionate one with a strong temperament. He is demonstrative in love, and usually fully enjoys healthy pleasures and life to the full.''

''He is hard or reserved at times, and doesn't always know how to express his emotions. He may be frightened of showing his love, and this can lead to disappointments, break-ups, lack of satisfaction. He has doubts, can be suspicious, worries too much, possibly jealous but more likely insecure. He will learn how to be happy in love, to be at ease with himself and to control his jealousy or gain more assurance and sense of self-worth in the second half of his life, possibly thanks to a mature person, who helps him learn to trust.''

''He must have a job that allows him many freedoms, something non-routine. He likes change, possesses a lot of energy and knows how to influence others in spite of his originality. He may have difficulty expressing himself, especially when young. He does not talk much, he does not speak just for the sake of it, but when in the mood, can talk a lot in a big burst of conversation. He may prefer to work in remote and quiet places. He is discrete and philosophical.''

''In the first half of life, he may hold onto his past, childhood, or the freedoms of life when there are fewer responsibilities. He is sensitive, loyal, and wonderfully warm and nurturing. However, happiness and satisfaction come from accepting and embracing responsibilities. Denying his need to excel in the outside world has a way of holding him back. Learning to be more self-sufficient improves his life many times over.''

''He is good-hearted and generous, possessing a good character. He likes well-being, comfort, a life of ease, without problems. He has good relations with his social circle. He is easy to approach. All the same, he may fall in love easily. He has a successful partnership and professional life. People usually trust him.''

''He has a love-and-friendship union. An unproblematic, quiet relationship. A few hiccups, but nothing really serious. Faithfulness.''

''He loves to court and be courted, and needs to feel very special. Warm, generous, and even grand. Though really quite loyal to partners (remember that love is THE most important thing in his life). Thrives on attention from lovers or love interests.''

So... are you screaming with me? LOL

one of my favourite things is to pontificate about love and how it's seen, felt, and shown. security seems to be something important to dan, so seeing it brought up here repeatedly is fascinating. along with the desire for performance/entertainment. (á la needing to feel special too)

the 'does not talk much' was throwing me for a bit of a loop, but i think it's fair to say that we really only experience dan when he's comfortable and willing, therefore open to being more talkative.

'complex or mysterious partners are not as intriguing as simple and genuine ones'.... well. i think we all know who that pertains to 🥺 'he has a love-and-friendship union' something something real best friends companions through life actual soulmates

'he will learn how to be happy in love, to be at ease with himself and to control his jealousy or gain more assurance and self-worth in the second half of this life, possibly due to a more mature person, who helps him learn how to trust' something something for the first time in my life i felt safe.

my only dispute is that dan's talked about enjoying having a purpose (& how touring wad was great bc of it), so while he enjoys the freedom of a 'upload whenever' mindset, i think he likes having more structure. not the pressure of it being entirely set in stone, but a framework.

now, i don't intend to come off as rude or insensitive so i apologize if i do:

generally, i don't put a lot of stock into stuff like this--birth charts, tarot cards, psychics. it's something i struggle with as a very science & logic minded person. however. there is something to be said in that the stars are gay for dan and phil. cause the more angles we look at it, the more we can't deny the destiny of it all

[chronoghoul]

Hi :-)

I read your the Vees from Hazbin as Parents and i loved the View we got on them it felt super in Character of what we have known about these slight crazy Overlords yet, very well written.

If you still take Request, i really love to see something similar with the Overlords Carmilla, Rosie and Alastor as Parents of an shy introverted girl maaaybe ^^?

If you dont want to write it, thats totally fine no stress :-)

Keep up the good work! I really enjoy reading it.

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Carmilla

Carmilla is not the kind of mom who gushes over you with hugs and kisses. She’s more about giving you an ironclad shield from Hell’s brutal world. Her love is quiet but unyielding—she may not coo over you, but she’ll be the first to step in if anyone dares to cross you. She’s fiercely devoted, the type who handles your issues with poise but with a steely protectiveness. She won’t let anyone see her care so obviously, but it’s there in every small, subtle gesture.

Carmilla is not known for her patience with anyone else, but with you, she tries. She slows down, speaks softer, and always gives you the time you need to gather your thoughts. For a mom as intense as she is, this quiet respect is her way of saying, “I’m here, and I’m listening.” It’s these softer moments that remind you she’s proud of you, no matter how reserved or quiet you are.

Carmilla has mastered the art of social manipulation, and she uses it to guard you in subtle but effective ways. If someone makes you uncomfortable or tries to pry into your personal life, they’ll suddenly find themselves snubbed, or they’ll face a series of misfortunes that seem all too coincidental. She won’t say she did it, of course, but her small, satisfied smile always gives her away.

She knows you’re gentle, and while she respects that, she also worries. Her love often comes out as overprotection, keeping you close and guarded against the chaos of Hell.

Rosie

Rosie is the most affectionate mom you could ask for. She’s always hugging you, holding your face, telling you how proud she is of everything you do—even the little things. It doesn’t matter if it’s just you finishing a book or speaking up in a group, she’ll shower you with praise as though you’d conquered Hell itself. Her love is constant, warm, and so sincere that it almost makes up for how embarrassing she can be.

Rosie always believes in you and isn’t shy about letting everyone else know. When you’re too shy to speak up for yourself, she’ll do it for you, with all the charm and enthusiasm of someone who just won the lottery. “Isn’t she amazing?” she’ll beam, making you blush under all that attention, but her pride in you is so genuine, it’s hard not to feel a little more confident.

Rosie loves to cuddle you, ruffle your hair, plant lipstick kisses on your cheek that you’ll find hours later. Even if it makes you shy, she can’t help it—she just adores you, and she’ll always make sure you know it. Her love is a bit overwhelming, but it’s full of warmth, and you never doubt for a second that she cares deeply.

She knows she can be a bit much sometimes, and she tries to tone it down when you need her to. But when she senses you’re nervous or uneasy, she’ll squeeze your hand or give you a warm, knowing smile that makes everything a bit easier.

Alastor

He’s not exactly a natural with a shy, introverted daughter, but he’s determined to help you find confidence. His methods can be a little... over the top. He’ll give you “lessons” on how to project your voice and hold your ground, with his usual theatrical flair. “Come on, smile! Be bold!” he’ll say, probably much louder than necessary. He means well, but sometimes his enthusiasm is a little overwhelming.

Alastor likes to push you just a bit out of your comfort zone, loving the way you blush and stammer when he encourages you to speak up. He’ll smirk, playfully prodding you to be “a little more confident,” even if it’s just in front of him. “That’s my girl!” he’ll say, eyes bright with pride, and though his teasing can be a bit much, you know he only wants to see you succeed.

As loud and boisterous as he can be, there are rare times when Alastor watches you in silence, a faint smile on his face. He might catch you reading or humming to yourself, and though he won’t say it, there’s a strange softness in his gaze. He respects your need for peace and lets you have it, his presence a quiet but constant support.