#like hello that (former) angel is literally in love

[angelsdean]

whenever i think abt misha saying he didn't start playing cas as in love with dean until s15 i am like. that man is a Known liar who lies

[queenendless]

💀🎃👻Spooky Greetings👻🎃💀

A/n: This literally came to mind when I saw something similar in the actual game event. First time posting twst content here. This may get a sequel. Gonna try to post variety spooky content here cause HAPPY OCTOBER YALL!

SPOILERS for the new Halloween game event going on, somewhat. Also, a bit of Skully x fem!reader and implied fem!reader x the twst bois shown/tagged down below. Short Harem drama, kinda. Not much. But I think it ain't half bad.

*DON'T STEAL, COPY, EDIT, REPOST AND TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. REBLOG, LIKE, FOLLOW PLS N THNX.*

“Hello, my lovely~”

The moment this new strapping figure — “Skully J. Graves at your service~” — appeared holding you in his arms as you awoke, you were awestruck at the spooky strapping young man.

After introducing all of yourselves, watching him kiss the hand of your schoolmates was amusing; seeing their appalled expressions. Guessing they don't get that brand of greeting often, huh?

Him kissing Grim's cheek had his fur stand on end to your delight.

And yet?

The moment he took your hand — only to pull you in and kiss you smack dab on the lips?

You felt the fires of envy and hate turn ablaze as the various pairs of eyes glowed outrageously.

Many hands, gloved or not, snatched him off you.

And all hell broke loose.

“Get your grubby hands off my beloved, you cretin!” Riddle turned red even his paled up Gothic aesthetic; Trey holding the struggling boy back in his arms.

“He means MY herbivore, skeletal bastard.” Leona growled in Skully’s face as he grabbed his collar.

“On the contrary, MY angel isn't up for auction when it comes to kisses from mere worms.” Azul's irked smile gave off unpleasantness.

“Oho? That doesn't seem to be the case, surely.” Jade jested to his boss's ire.

“MY jewel’s already doing so, octo pimp. That goes for you too, street rat.” Jamil hissed them both back and forth.

“Have you no manners of consent, you mongrel? Besides, my darling Y/n has better taste than you all. Me, for example.” Vil flaunted in the others irked faces; Epel looked just about done at this point.

“Don't you dare take away my Otaku goddess, you noob!” Idia gripped dramatically to the others nuisance. 

“How dare you lay a finger on my beloved human.” Malleus spoke doom.

The air around them crackled with literal lightning as emerald flames had his hands full.

“My future Queen … prepare yourself … FOR HELL.”

“WAKA-SAMA!” Sebek switched to fanboy mode at his God's might.

“For once, we're on the same page.” Leona's smirk sent his way spoke volumes as he dropped Skully before the dragon prince.

“TSUNATARO, STAND DOWN! ALL OF YOU, PLEASE!” You got in the way to defend the new anime boy from the others' united wrath, especially Malleus's. “One kiss is not that big of a deal.”

You could hear a pin drop now as everyone, even Skully, viewed you as if you had two heads.

“Good grief. Ya sure you're not magical? Cause you're bewitching them into lovestruck fools. And you're not dating any of ‘em. God, you're an idiot.” Grim griped.

Leona, Jamil, and Sebek appeared as glowing eyed phantom monsters ready for the kill. “YOU'RE ONE TO TALK, FUR BALL!!!”

Yet Skully looked unperturbed, his charming toothed smile arised, as Grim got chased by three SSR dressed pissed off mages. “Oya oya … What a lively bunch, you all are. And all because I took a kiss from your sweet lips, lovely Y/n. But if you are single, then may I ask you out?”

“NO!!!” All the former overblot cases now turned bachelors for your token affections shouted in unison.

Trey, Jade and Epel and you hung your head in exasperation.

Ah, quite the Harem dilemma.

Halloween coated, no less.

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hello I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I had an idea about a hazbin hotel request, so what if everyone at the hotel (except Alastor) consider the reader a big sister who takes shit from no one, like will slap someone without hesitation if they talk bad about any of their friends, especially when Valentino tries something will literally beat him up until he's half dead. (If you're not comfortable with writing this that's completely alright and I wish you a good morning/afternoon or goodnight)

Oh, nonnie, you are never a bother! I love getting new requests, feeds my soul tbh. I love this idea too! As much as I love romantic x readers and NS/FW x readers, I also love me some platonic Hazbin 🤍 good morning/afternoon/evening to you and ENJOY!

Notes: fem!reader, this is kinda short sorry, added Alastor at the end but just a snippet :)

TW: aggression, fighting, swearing

Rough and Tough- Hazbin x platonic!reader

Charlie ❤️‍🔥

Adores your passion and bravery but is often the one to hold you back or stand between you and your foe.

She loves keeping you close tho bc she has a hard time asserting dominance and speaking up for herself and you’re always willing to speak your mind on her behalf. You always help uplift and empower her, she greatly appreciates that.

Charlie also really does see you as a sister. As an only child, she grew up pretty sheltered and lonely, but being with you now is really healing her inner child.

When Charlie is having any kind of issue, she always goes to Vaggie, her darling girlfriend. But, when Charlie feels the need to vent about and get advice on her relationship with Vaggie, she turns to you. When Vaggie is busy and away, Charlie goes to you.

Pretty much every weekend, Charlie invites you and the other girls in the hotel to her room for a sleep over and some fun girly time

You def tagged along with her to the meeting with heaven along with Vaggie and while Vaggie is like “keep a cool head, babe.” You’re literally trying to climb up to where Adam is seated so you can rip that smug smile off his stupid, ignorant, narcissistic face and slap Lute with it.

Vaggie’s just panicking as she tries to keep you and Charlie calm lmao

Vaggie ⚔️

TWO PEAS IN A POD TBH

Vaggie adores you and you are often each other’s impulse control and each others biggest instigators

Vaggie getting pissed that someone is trying to sabotage the hotel and storming up to the traitor with her angelic spear cocked back and ready to kill

Enter big sis pulling her back and trying to talk some sense into her

Also you getting livid when someone talks negatively about Vaggie being a fallen angel, or worse being a former exorcist and being untrustworthy

Bad words and ugly names are pouring from your angry mouth, fists balled up and ready to go, muscles tense in anticipation

Cue Vags hugging you as she pulls you away, whispering that it doesn’t bother her so don’t let it bother you

But it bothers you bc you know it bothers her…she doesn’t deserve that.

As Rosie said, maybe she’s trying to be redeemed too…? Being shit talked is only going to put bad thoughts in her head and you can’t stand to see your family belittled like that

Sometimes, if the situation is just bad enough, you and Vaggie lose it together and no one can stop yall now. It’s honestly just as frightening as when Alastor shows his full demon form, you and Vaggie violently teamed up together like this.

Angry Vaggie + Angry big sis reader = a terrible ending for whoever is at the sharp end of her spear and at the mercy of your fists

Angel Dust 🕸️

Is very intimidated by you at first but grows so fond of you as he gets to know you. He admires your courage so much, he wishes he could be more like you.

He never feels safer than when he’s at the hotel with you near by. He knows that whatever he lacks when up against an opponent, you��ll be there to pick up the slack and watch his back.

Angel doesn’t have many true friends or familial figures in hell, and he misses his own sister so terribly. You fill that empty spot in his heart so perfectly, he wishes you had been around when he was still alive.

You two hang out a lot- his flirty, bubbly, goofy demeanor and your kind, accepting but stubborn attitude makes for some fun late night talks and some exciting outings together

Some dude tries to touch Angel out on the street without his consent? Oh fuck no. Before he knows it, the loser demon is groaning from the hard concrete floor as you grab Angel by the wrist, both of you stepping over the banged up body of the handsy asshole.

“It’s called consent! Look it up, ya fuckin prick.” Angel gets such a confidence boost being with you, you are the physical threat and he is the voice that tears them apart even further. You bruise their skin, he bruises their ego

Angel can’t help but laugh everytime you lose it for him. He just enjoys your company and support so much. He says he can handle himself and while he totally can, it’s just nice to have someone back him up, someone who truly cares for him.

Husk 🃏

BRO IS SUCH AN INSTIGATOR!!!

While Vaggie and Charlie often try to hold you back and calm you down, Husk cheers you on in any and every tense situation you find yourself in

“Oooooh you’re in for it now, bone head.” He’ll smirk and watch with a pleased smirk on his face as you pummel some sinner who dared to threaten the hotel and its residents

Husk’s fav pastime is sitting back with a bottle of booze as he watches you just go ham on some stupid, loud mouth loser who tried to pick a fight with the former overlord

Husk isn’t afraid of a fight, he’s not afraid to get up close and personal with the action but he must admit it’s nice to feel cared for enough to have someone sacrifice their own safety just to protect him.

The only time Husk has intervened during one of your episodes of frustration and rage is when Alastor said something to Husk that rubbed you the wrong way. Seeing Husk’s terrified and helpless expression in response to Alastor’s threats lights a fire in your chest.

“How dare you talk to him like that! I don’t give a shit if you own him, he’s not your fucking pet, you piece of-“

Husk practically, no literally begged Alastor to let it go and leave you be which he did but only bc he sort of admired your lack of fear and your loving but fierce protective attitude.

Husk also greatly admires your lack of fear and strong will. He wishes you were his family for real, maybe he wouldn’t be so depressed and fucked up.

Sir Pentious 🐍

Admires tf out of you, babies tf out of you.

He sees you as more of a little sis, wanting to coddle and defend you always.

Sees you coming back to the hotel one day with some bruises and bloody hands and hes immediately comforting you, trying to clean you up even tho you’re clearly fine.

But, he must confess he loves teaming up with you bc together you’re the perfect pair- Pentious with his tools and inventions and intricate weapons and you with your amazing strength and hot headed, witty comebacks and your courage and your quick thinking.

When he feels that he needs to step in and keep you from doing something stupid, he does so with all his might. Pentious would rather face your wrath himself than let you go and get yourself hurt or killed.

Go ahead, take your anger out on him but don’t risk yourself just for him.

You two totally bond over wanting to be seen as evil, devious and powerful but you’re both actually soft little sweet hearts deep down.

You two cry together a lot lmao. It’s always him crying first and then his crying triggers you.

He would frequently talk to you about how you are always so brave, fearless, strong, never faltering, never second guessing yourself. He’d ask where you learned to be so sure of yourself, he wants to learn to be more like that.

Alastor 🩸

SEES YOU AS HIS EQUAL BUT WILL NEVER ADMIT IT. CANT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU STAND YOUR GROUND AGAINST EVERY ENEMY YOU’VE EVER TAKEN ON, EVEN HIMSELF. YOU HAVE NO POWERS, YOU OWN NO SOULS, YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS PARTNERS OR BLOOD RELATIVES DOWN HERE SO WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SPECIAL??? YOU’RE NOT SCARED OF HIM? OH, VERY INTERESTING. HE WANTS TO CUT YOUR LITTLE BRAIN OPEN AND EXAMINE IT, YOU’RE JUST AN ENIGMA TO HIM, HE ADORES YOU. WISHES YOU REALLY WERE THE DAUGHTER HE SPAWNED FOR REAL FOR REAL HE’D BE SO PROUD

[uplatterme]

Cherry Wine

—sub!kaeya/dom!reader, transmasc!kaeya/gn!reader | implied fwb relationship, fwb to lovers, hurt/comfort | mentioned nipple play, fingering (kaeya!receiving), edging, semi-public handjob (kaeya!receiving), mention of kaeya’s tcock like once though anatomy is kept pretty vague and gender-neutral

—kinda based on cherry wine by grentperez, that song has been on replay for days.

It’s not unusual for the Knights of Favonius to have these sorts of events, gatherings were held to provide some sort of bonding amongst other knights. A teambuilding activity, if you will.

He holds a glass of dandelion wine and the aroma reminds him of his…The smell reminds him of Angel’s Share and the said owner of that bar who isn’t here, and what he wouldn’t give to be in his position.

He stands idly in a secluded space, not wanting to catch the attention of the others who seem to be having a much more enjoyable time than he is.

His eyes wander around, examining his colleagues and other guests socializing.

The Cavalry Captain spots you and then out of nowhere, his hand is moving on its own, forcing him to drink the rest of the alcohol to hide the creeping blush starting to show on his face.

He turns around and faces the wall which is probably more suspicious than him just standing there alone, now that he thinks about it. However, he’d rather be caught dead than have you say something about him staring at you.

See, conversing with you isn’t really a problem. After all, you two have been friends ever since and even perform some acts that the average friendship doesn’t usually account for. Suffice to say, the knight trusts you a lot.

However, Kaeya might have stepped over that line a week ago…which is why he’s ignoring every letter you’ve sent to him. 

My Kaeya, I apologize for not meeting up with you lately. I have been stumped with the new work that Jean has assigned me for the rest of the week. Here are some flowers that I’ve gathered while I’m out in Liyue. I hope they won’t wither by the time you get this letter. I miss you.

He internally screams once he remembers the contents of that letter. A lovely bouquet of qingxin, one which he immediately freezes to keep alive for as long as he possibly can. You were really too nice of a friend to him.

You’ve always referred to him as “My Kaeya” ever since the first letter you formally sent. So he assumes it’s a friendly term to refer to him, something that he shouldn’t read further into if he doesn’t want to get his feelings hurt.

Also, it may or may not be his fault that you were assigned that many workloads from Jean…

He already messed up last week.

He tried to forget about it, but it’s impossible to forget when your fingers were inside of him, his juices soaking the sheets while your tongue had its way with his chest, nibbling his nipples just the way he likes them as your saliva trails down from his scars to his stomach.

It wasn’t even that bad. Literally, there were worse times when you two got at it like two wolves in heat, yet somehow that was when his mind just decided to spew out those three specific words.

He sounded like he was enjoying himself on a honeymoon with his newlywed. What was he thinking… he could have moaned out literally anything else. Hell, he would have rather moaned out in Khaenri��ahn for fucks sake. 

Yet he didn't, he said something much idiotic.

He can’t even say it in his mind right now, he’s far too embarrassed.

Kaeya is uncertain whether you heard him or not. He didn’t see you respond strangely at all, so is it possible you were too focused? Or maybe you did, and he just didn’t notice because he climaxed right after that mishap of his…

He’s hoping it’s the former.

He fidgets with the glass in his hand, breathing to calm himself down before turning around again. 

“Hi.”

Kaeya’s heart jumps at the sight of you being so near to him. How long have you been there to begin with?

“Hello.” He replies as cooly as he can, averting his gaze away from you.

“I’m back.”

“I see that.” Archons, what is he saying?

“Are you—” 

You cut yourself off, pursing your lips and giving him a smile before continuing. He’s seconds away from just bolting out of here.

“Did you like the flowers?”

“I did.” He answers.

“Good.” 

And as if it couldn’t get any worse, the hired musicians changes the current music playing to a more…romantic one.

That’s fine. He’s good at these kinds of things.

Kaeya shoves any sign of embarrassment or nervousness away and looks straight at you directly. You must have drank a lot, the dilation in your eyes makes it easy to tell.

“Care for a dance?” You invited.

“My, are you sure you can keep up?” He bites back.

“Probably not, but if it prevents you from standing by yourself then I’ll dance with you as long as I can.”

The genuineness of your words always manages to stir him up.

Kaeya laughs. “I see you’ve had much to drink.”

“Sure, something like that.” He catches a grin from you despite the way you bow at him.

He shakes his head, offering his hand in front of you. There’s a slightly noticeable tremble his hand makes but you place your hand onto his, keeping him still.

“I’m afraid a simple waltz is all I can do, I’m no Eula.” You admit.

“It’s fine. I’ll lead.” Kaeya says, trying to act as confidently as he can. 

“Alright then, Captain.”

His arm wraps around your waist as you place your hand on his shoulder. His breathing staggers but he tries to focus on the music and his feet, swaying you along with him. He dances gracefully, of course. Not that it’s surprising as he grew up in the Ragnvindr household.

He knows people are watching, he doesn’t meet their faces or yours.

“Kaeya.” You speak.

He raises his head. It’s bad etiquette to not look at the one you’re dancing with, though he hopes he can be forgiven just this once.

“Can we talk after this?”

He loses track of the time and his body moves as if it’s on autopilot. He only realizes that the music has stopped and so does he, when the people around him are clapping.

Kaeya faces you again, unsure of what to do. 

All of the sudden, his body is being dragged away to a more quiet spot, Your hand gripping his wrist. The balcony provides room for the two of you, the rest of the party being hidden away by the fancy curtain.

“Are you cold?” You ask.

The breeze is a bit shivering but he’s used to the cold due to the cryo vision he holds. 

“I’m fine.” 

He hears you sigh, as if that answer he’s given you was somehow wrong. You grab a flask from the inside of his blazer, taking a swig before handing it to him.

Kaeya smells the alcohol and he worries. “More alcohol?”

“It’s my first drink tonight.”

He doubts that, although he finds that there’s no reason for you to lie.

So, why do you keep giving him those eyes?

Kaeya gives in, drinking the rest. Warmth grows on his face and he’s unsure whether it’s from the wine or the fact that your mouth was just on the flask.

“This is new.” He examines it with a closer look.

“Cherry Wine. Diluc gave it to me, apparently it’s from a merchant he met.”

Kaeya chuckles. “I see you’ve been conspiring with my brother.”

There’s jealousy obvious when he says that, but who was he to be jealous? The line of friendship becomes more and more obscured.

“Well, unlike someone. He actually finds time to reply to my letters.”

“You’re mad.” He points out.

“Here I thought you were too dense to even notice that.” 

You close the distance between you two, his hands holding on the railings of the balcony as your hand steadies his back, kissing him deeply and much longer than any of the kisses you’ve given him.

His heart thumps from his chest, wanting more of your lips when you separate from him.

“Say it again. Tell me I didn’t mishear.” You plead.

“I…What?” You did hear him.

“Do I have to fuck it out of your mouth again?”

“Sweetheart, we’re in public. Gods, how strong is that wine—hey, wait!”

Your hand slips down his pants, palming the growing erection from under. Kaeya bites the back of his hand, your hand stroking his hardened tcock while you observe his face with a stern look.

“C-Come on, I really didn’t say anything.” He says, halfway between a soft whine and a cry.

“Captain, I didn’t take you for a liar and a coward.”

He’s dripping wet, he knows by the way the cloth sticks to the skin on his thigh. The pace you’re going at is undeniably slow, and he knows you won’t let him finish if he doesn't say those words again.

“Please?” Kaeya begs. It’s been a week without your touch and frankly, it’s a week too long.

“It’s admirable how you’d rather have me pleasure you like this in front of everybody rather than just admitting it.”

The knight knows that he’s enjoying this far more than he should be and that it’s the only thing worth remembering about this gathering.

And then your hand grips him tighter and his legs quiver, cursing your name out in a breathy moan. 

“What’s wrong? Poor Captain wants to cum, does he?” You tease.

“You ass.”

His thighs rub together, wanting more of that extra friction. He admits that the action is quite humiliating, though if there’s a way to get himself off without confessing his feelings for you, then he’ll gladly do that.

“No. Spread them apart.” You ordered.

“H-Huh?”

“You heard me.”

He follows through, a squeaky whimper escaping his throat.

“So desperate, My Kaeya.”

His foot almost missteps when he feels the warmth from one of your fingers slowly penetrating him. Oh fuck, you cannot be serious.

He throws his head back as you continue to explore more of his insides. And just like before, you’re meticulously playing with him just so he breaks apart.

“I already said please.”

“And it’s appreciated, dear. But that’s not what I wanted to hear.”

“Fuck…hn, you—”

He stays a wreck like that for a few minutes, not being allowed the permission to cum from your fingers. Why do you want him to say it that bad anyways? Do you really want to reject him like this? Right now?

Kaeya’s body feels heavy.

He’s close, oh so close. 

His nails dig into the skin of his palms, he hears the inside get quieter and for a second, he assumes that it’s because of how he’s gasping and panting because of you.

He shakes those thoughts, knowing how loud the music and gossiping of the knights must be.

“Do you not like me?” You blurt out.

What an absurd question. Why do you think he’s letting you do this?

“Am I too pushy, Kaeya?” 

Your words are contrasting your actions far too differently. Your fingers start to get rougher, he’s painfully hard and he just wants to—He can’t—he physically cannot hold it any longer.

The mention of your name is indistinguishable from a slobbering baby, he holds your waist again although for a particularly different reason this time.

It’s so cheesy how he gets so lovesick whenever he cums.

“I-I love you.”

His entire body collapses into an orgasm. He sobs onto your chest, he’s unsure whether it’s because of how fucking good that felt or the forthcoming response you’ll give as he’s finally admitted it.

What he didn’t expect however, is the fact that it’s not only his face that’s soaking from tears.

“I hate you.” You say.

There’s a hurt in his chest and he wants to take it back but what’s already been said is right there. He wants to apologize. It’s his fault after all for thinking anybody would think of him as anything more than a friend, for catching feelings—

His thoughts are silenced as you kiss him once more, it only lasts for a few and he’s left stunned as to why you would do that.

“I thought you finally caught on. I was so happy when you said you love me, I was caught off guard,”

You take a deep breath, calming yourself.

“And then, you decide to avoid me?! I even sent you qingxin, and you know I don’t like high places!”

…

“You like—no, you love me?” Kaeya states, the thought seems way too unbelievable.

“Obviously! Who in their right mind would address their friend as theirs?” You spat back.

You groan, pushing his already weak body away.

“I love you too, Kaeya. Don’t do that again, okay? You worried the shit out of me.”

“I…Okay. I won’t, I promise.”

He starts walking towards you shakily before pulling you into a tight hug. 

It’s a strange hug. The breeze is far too cold, your clothes are now sticky, and both of your eyes are red from crying. 

Yet somehow, it’s comforting.

It’s perfect.

[crowleyholmes]

Guys help I think Crowley is possessing me I am very suddenly overcome by such a WAVE of love for Aziraphale????

I mean I've always loved him but Jesus Christ it just got turned up to 100 suddenly I mean he's just so GOOD isn't he???!!!

He's so kind and he's so nice and he's so PRETTY I mean have you seen him in his little outfit with the comfortable-old-couch waistcoat he refuses to ever take off and the silly little bowtie he thinks is so stylish and you know it actually KIND OF IS but ONLY on him??!?! and that beige coat that suits him so well and he just looks so well put together and also so soft and cozy at the same time like HAVE YOU SEEN HIM???

And he's so gentle and he's so full of love for everyone and everything and he always tries So Hard to do the right thing... and he's so ready to change his mind about what The Right Thing is when he is presented with new information like that is such a rare trait!

And he's so FUN, you know all his weird little hobbies I mean who collects old prophecy books and misprinted bibles ONLY this weirdo!! And he's so obsessed with silly little magic tricks that aren't even magic at all when he could very easily do real magic instead but noooo, making people think you're doing real magic when your Not Actually doing real magic is so much more fun apparently idk??? And he collects licenses (shooting guns, driving cars, literally who knows what else, at this point I wouldn't be surprised if my guy knew how to scuba dive and fly a plane), and he learned French the hard way just because?? He likes learning I guess?? And he's so bad at it, it's so silly it's Infuriating but it's also so endearing he's taking such JOY in it!!

And maybe you'd THINK that's all he is, sweet little goofball, but no!!!! Beneath all that soft exterior, this very intentionally soft and fun and kind exterior that he's carefully cultivated for millennia, he's also so incredibly brave. I think about how he was ready to face the thing he feared the most, to save three innocent kids. He was so ready to give up everything he had, fall from grace and spend eternity in hell, just so these kids could live. Just so that family would be spared the grief. Just so they could have a few more short years of human happiness. He lied to his boss for justice and he lied to GOD for justice and he somehow got away with it who does that??? AZIRAPHALE IS WHO. And he Never backs down did you see him pick up his little sword at almost-Armageddon when Lucifer himself rose from hell to end it all and my angel was ready to fight Satan Himself if he had to HELLO???

And then he blew up his halo and casually declared war on hell to save two humans and his former boss and his bookshop what a fucking badass!!?!?

And have I mentioned how pretty he is yes I have but it's worth mentioning again because have you seen his eyes?? Color of the fucking sky, they are, and his nose is so perfectly shaped and his stupid lips with his stupid cupid's bow, and his hair!! Is just so Damn soft it's and I just want to watch him be himself and do his thing but I also want to HOLD him and protect him and keep him safe from everything because if anything ever happened to him I-... UGH.

I don't KNOW.

I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

[ohwormwood]

i've lost my goddamn mind: rambling on parallels in isat and frankenstein

i need to write this down so i can try and defend my ass because it sounds crazy until you read the goddamn book and suddenly IT ALL MAKES FUCKING SENSE.

[woe, spoilers be upon ye! for both isat and frankenstein of course]

for context: i am a gender studies minor. i write on queer theory for funsies. and sometimes i like to let my hyperfixations melt together like cheese. this is the result.

Siffrin and victor. it's the fucking rampant mental illness for me. i cannot stress how many times i stopped mid-chapter and went "theyre the same fucking picture". it's fucking uncanny at times. The absolute extent of their self loathing is so in tandem that it's kind of scary. Both of them, despite not being directly involved, hold the weight of the deaths of their loved ones upon themselves (even if in Siffrin's case it was temporary, the point still stands). They both love their families so dearly???? like, to the point of self destruction and death. The absolute terror of losing your family to a force you cannot control, created by your own hand???

"I often suffered my mule to lag behind, and indulged in the misery of reflection. At other times I spurred on the animal before my companions, that I might forget them, the world, and, more of all, myself." (Shelley 67) Hello???? Siffrin???? is that you

So, as you probably guessed.... Loop is the creature in this case. The foil. The reflection. the absolute anguish of being denied humanity and comfort and love but having the capacity and inclination to love a family you cannot obtain. The simultaneous scorn yet codependence upon the other half they didn't get to choose, a need for revenge but also a profound and all-consuming self-hatred and remorse??? the self-denial of love???

"my heart yearned to be known and loved by these amiable creatures: to see their sweet looks turned towards me with affection" (Shelley 96) Head in fucking hands. loop watching the party. ough.

"if i cannot inspire love, i will cause fear" (Shelley 107) LIKE. MOTHERFUCKER. OUGHHH.

the fact that victor cannot fucking die for the vast majority of the story, spurned on by revenge and grief and self-loathing.... yeah act 5 siffrin...

I see this as like. the ISAT bad ending. Two Hats if loop had a lil chat with the king and went off the deep end. Or just loop, if they had no concept of their former self. if siffrin was a true frankenstein in that situation, i think that loop would definitely end up as a true version of the creature.

both siffrin and victor feeling undeserving of their family's love because of their actions

Oh here's the one that will send ppl over the edge: "or longed, with a devouring maladie du pays..." (Shelley 139) When i tell you I fucking almost yelled in the middle of work. I had to take a fucking pause. because the topic of homesickness and love for one's culture comes up a LOT in both of these. even if siffrin doesn't remember it.

Sidenote: i will forever and always hold in my heart that victor is ace. i am literally writing a fucking theoretical essay on this. I cannot explain here how much i have picked apart every allusion to this over the course of the text. it's genuinely a problem.

"You hate me; but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself." (Shelley 170) i. i cannot say anything else about this but. Loop. yeah.

something something, fallen angel motifs in both the creature and loop

the creature's overseeing of the family in the cottage makes me think a lot about how loop would have seen their family interacting with who they could have been/used to be every fucking loop. but being unable to do anything about it. and then when they DO meet them. they do not recognize them and see them as inhuman. i simply fucking cry.

Anyways to end on a lighthearted note: isa is my walton. hopelessly gay. devoted to a fucking fault. secretly holds the braincells. the most loving man on gods green earth. Sympathizer 1000. Yeah.

did i need to do this? no. does it make any logical sense? absolutely fucking not. but am i going to be thinking about this for the next 3 weeks? yes. yes i am. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[princessfroslass]

I like to think that after Angel and Husk start dating they have this system whenever touch is warranted after the former comes back from an shift, because he is used to the answer to his problems/pain being... getting laid until it doesn't hurt anymore, and with Husk, even when they are having non-sexual intimacy, he'll take what he can get because Angel is all about excess.

But Husk refuse to let that taint what they had and enable that shit- he is able to tell when Angel truly wants an hug or couch cuddles or when he is doing to merely fill the ache in his soul - and fucking it more at the process- eventually Angel gets the message that there will be no cuddles when that shit happens, so whenever he drops himself in front of Husk and ask for cuddles he can tell is genuine- and whenever he just.... say a little hello and rush to his room Husk can interpret it as a "if anyone else touches me now I will literally cry" so when that happens he waits for anyone else to go to sleep if they aren't already on it, goes to his room where Angel it's most likely already dead on the bed, put the blanket over him and tug Fat Nuggets on his arms and locks the door on his way out. Tonight there won't be cuddles or even a simple peck, but that ain't mean there won't be love.

[t0ast-ghost]

So the thing is I wasn’t going to comment on the sixth episode. I just got home from a hella good play and I’m tired so I relax with Star Trek but holy shit

What IS that

With that HELLO and welcome to my first thoughts on the sixth episode (The Enemy Within) of the original Star Trek series

Here we go:

- that is a fucking dog

- IS THAT BLOOD?!? On Star Trek???

- so he got transporter cloned.. WHY IS HIS FACE LIKE THAT THO

- I like the fact it’s told a bit in retrospect, like it starts off with the star date and saying that at the time they didn’t know he got cloned

- MCCOY! His friendliness and then the “I have no sympathy for clumsiness” bro wha

- DONT YELL AT MCCOY

- McCoy not knowing what to do about Jim so he goes to Spock lol

- what the fuck is that fuckin thing, it’s rabid man.

- anytime someone is holding the creature there is literally no reason for them to be holding it. Like Kirk is just holding it and then HANDS IT TO SPOCK.. WHY IS THIS NORMAL NOW

- so do people casually just sit on tables here? First we had McCoy, now Spock. Is it just science/medical officers?

- Vulcan nerve pinch for the win

- POV your boyfriends are deeply concerned for your wellbeing (side note: bones looks so soft in the first pic. He cares so much)

- “you have a point, Spock.” “Yes. Always, doctor” STOP FLIRTING

- “If I seem insensitive to what you are going through, you must understand it’s the way I am.” HE SAYS THIS WITH ALL THE CARE IN THE DAMN WORLD. Spock is the most emotional character I have ever seen

- uh oh the circuits

- nooo Sulu! Do they not have better cold protection?

- YEAH I HOPE YOU’RE IN PAIN FUCKER

- so I think what they’re trying to promote is the idea that there’s the kind and indecisive side and the animalistic “sinful” side that has all the impulses and power to make decisions and together they work so that the former side can calm the latter to be more… civilized?

- “god forbid I have to agree with Spock” they’re married and you cannot convince me otherwise

- was that dog okay? Like it was really fuckin angry at something

- HES DEAD JIM MOMENT! WE HAVE A HES DEAD JIM MOMENT

- “for once I agree with you, doctor” THEY ARE MARRIED

- Spock is so riled up rn (every time he shows emotion I’m commenting on it because I think he is so so emotional but then his whole thing is he isn’t)

- SPOCK YOUR LOGIC ISNT LOGICING (having a human half and Vulcan half I think is a bit different than literally being split into two people, but what do I know)

- they are literally the angel and devil on his shoulder, but married, and also in love with him

- what no no bring Sulu back. That was such a good delivery of lines I am so

- this episode shows the power imbalance between Kirk and Janice and that messaging could be more powerful if they really wanted. Like showing how Janice felt forced to say she was okay with it and wouldn’t tell anyone because it was the captain I feel was a big step to take in the 60s (because it was rarely if ever talked about especially on tv) but it still wasn’t enough and was treated horribly in the end. They brush off her experience and also let Kirk be near her which is not okay. I know they wouldn’t but I wish they’d actually addressed the fact that Kirk can pretty much get away with anything and the crew wouldn’t/couldn’t stop him unless they deem it truly necessary (which would be way to far)

- I think the Kirk stuff could be more impactful

- some of those close ups on Kirk are crazy

- Bones is so damn worried about him in the transporter room

- SPOCK IS STRESSED AND HE HESITATES

- “the imposters back where he belongs, forget him” but isn’t the thing is that he is you? Like he’s still there and apart of you, Kirk

Okay, that’s episode six. I don’t have much more to say about this episode.

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[phoenixlionme]

Carmilla and Vaggie Related Theories

I've seen a popular fan theory that Vaggie and Carmilla might actually be related, specifically a long-lost mother-daughter. And I'm here for it. I mean this seems like an obvious hint like with Vaggie being a former Exorcist Angel. And I'm here to share my own reasons for why I think them being related is a strong possibility. Though, if it happens to be a mislead, I still think they're best bros.

Their distant duet together when Carmilla makes her first appearance hints at a connection and I don't mean their future mentor/mentee bond in the 7th episode. For all the duets we've seen, they've been between people who have some sort of personal connection with each other - Vox and Alastor are bitter rivals; Charlie and Lucifer are an estranged father and daughter now rebuilding their bond; Charlie and Vaggie are committed and loving girlfriends. So, why does Vaggie and Carmilla get a duet before even meeting one another? Because their bond is going to be explored in Season 2.

Following from my last point, their bond being explored more makes sense. We saw Carmilla smile in pride when she heard of the Hotel's victory, clearly thinking of Vaggie. Plus, the Vees are going to be bigger antagonists, and their targets are Charlie, Lucifer, Alastor, and Carmilla (at least, the ones I remember), and Velvette especially dislikes Carmilla. So, I think a Velvette/Vaggie rivalry (maybe even Velvette developing a villainous and possessive romantic interest in the latter as it parallels Vox's one-sided crush on Alastor and Valentino's abusiveness to Angel Dust). And what better way for them to interact than through Carmilla.

They have similar personalities - Both are serious, emotionally guarded woman who are very protective over their respective loved ones. They both manage, at different times, to check Alastor's ego. And both show a softer side towards the people they love. And another subtle thing I've noticed - both speak in Spanish when angry (Vaggie with Alastor; Carmilla with Velvette).

Just how similar their designs are with similar grey skin, similar (though not completely identical) eyes, and long hair. And throughout "Out for Love", whenever Vaggie matches Carmilla's pose, their resemblance gets even stronger. It's almost like Ms. Viv is saying, "Look. Look. They're mother and daughter".

Following from #4, how can they look so similar but still be distinct. Two possibilities - One, if they're related, Vaggie took more after the father but still gained a few things from Carmilla; Two, since Vaggie is an Angel, it wouldn't be so out there that her Angelic qualities made her look slightly different than her supposed family who ended up in Hell, thus gaining demonic qualities.

Also, Vaggie share a subtle indicator of being related to Carmilla - Vaggie's shoulder sleeves (?; I don't know what they're called) are similar to Carmilla's literal white arms.

When Carmilla is first introduced, she has a similar role to Vaggie's - leading a group on how to make sure their respective business doesn't fail.

We still don't know the FULL extent of Vaggie's past. Yes, we know she's an exorcist but it's still ambiguous if she's Heaven born or a mortal who died, went to heaven, and recruited into being an Exorcist. Some things may have changed since the pilot, but I strongly believe that the crew is leaving Vaggie's full origins a secret until season 2 comes.

Both songs that Carmilla is in features Vaggie. And both songs speak directly or indirectly about her parental love to her daughters.

If this bit of info is still true, according to Fautisse (?), Vaggie is a great dance. And Carmilla has a ballet motif and uses dance as a fighting technique. Possible connection.

Similar to Lucifer and Charlie, where we see the former's wings when with his daughter during both of the songs from "Dad Beat Dad", Carmilla is able to help Vaggie regrow her wings during her song in "Hello, Rosie!"

Another thematic connection between the two - the use of angelic weapons. Carmilla has an entire business of procuring and making them while Vaggie is the only Hazbin resident to use an angelic weapon from the start (which largely hinted at her past Angel Exorcist past).

Something funnier but during a cast interview, both the VAs of Vaggie and Carmilla describe their respective characters the same way - "Bad Ass Bitch". See here.

And those are my thoughts. If anyone has other thoughts, please add on but be respectful.

[mists-reading-nook]

Heyo, hope you dont mind me sending in a letter too -- your so good at making responses xD

SAGAU! Pre-reader isekai

A letter appears in front of Venti's usual seat at angels share, neatly folded. On the back, in neat handwriting, are three simple words. "Read when alone."

Dearest Barbatos,

Hello Barbatos! I am Adin, or I guess you would know me as 'creator'. Hi there! I'd like to apologize actually -- your literally always on my team of weirdos ever since you arrived, I know it must be tiring running around the time. I just can't help it -- I'm a total, ah, whats the word you would use? Hm, well, you know Donna? The girl who often talks about Diluc in near the flower shop in Mondstadt? I'm like that, with you, but less worship-y, I guess.

I can't be with you at this current moment, very unfortunate I know. But, just know, if you see a traveller for that drink he promised on the last day of the festival, just know that I'm there, watching. Not in a creepy way, just using the traveller since, [a bunch of scratched out text], well you know celestia. They're a bit hard to bypass, I'll say.

Thank you for reading beloved,

Adin

[Secured with tape, behind the letter, is a perfectly preserved green rose]

Venti takes up the letter,not really knowing what to expect. He pales at the use of his archon name,and brings the letter closer to his face. His eyes brighten at the mention of the creator,and he giggles as he takes the rose gingerly between his finger. He gets his hands on some paper before writing a letter of his own.

****

"Dearest Divine One,

You don't seem weird to me at all! I do not mind doing errands if you are the one who wants me too! I'm well aware of Donna,and i'm quite flattered that you think of me in such a way. Is that truly what you think of me,or are you just being kind? I would hope it's the former.

I am well aware of how Celestia can be,although I do wish I could meet with you face to face. I'm quite happy to know that you are watching over me,it's nice to know that you care for me. To think me,a simple bard,is deserving of a message from the divine light themselves! I am quite honored. The rose you gifted me is beautiful. I've never seen one in this color before. Did you create it just for me? I'm quite flattered.

I shall sing of your grace to all that will hear,as you have made me feel quite loved on this glorious day. I cannot wait to finally meet you face to face,my divine Adin creator.

-Your Beloved,

Barbados"

****

He bit his lip as he wrote out your name,before crossing it out. Would that be considered blasphemous? Would it be heretical to call the divine creator themselves by thier name? Would he be struck down for even thinking it? He couldn't help but think of it though. Adin...what a beautiful name... he sighed,placing down his pen and sealing the letter. How he wished he was speaking to you,instead of writing this letter with no way to send it. He bit his lip,before writing your name on the paper and standing up to leave. As he turned his back to leave,he saw the letter vanish in the corner of his eye. He smiled,before twirling the rose between his fingers and leaving Angel's Share.

[flingmetothemoon]

Hello again, do you have any cute Sonikal Headcanon’s?

Oh hi there! Are you the same Anon who asked about the first kiss? I already appreciate your cute asks! As for your cute Sonikal headcanons, well I have come up with alot of them throughout the years so lemme see what I can do…

~~~~~~~Cute Sonikal headcanons~~~~~~~~

-Here's my possible explanation to the question that has always remained a mystery to me ever since I heard it: Even though she never once introduced herself to him, how did Sonic know Tikal's name? Shortly after Tikal's sacrifice and the birth of Angel Island. The echidna temple was rebuilt to serve as a shrine dedicated to the incident told by witnessing survivors (Makes sense because the temple is inspired by the famous Mayan temple of Tikal). During his early adventure days after meeting Knuckles, Sonic first explored the abandoned Mystic Ruins and heard about the story of a tragedy that fell upon the ancient echidna clan due to the warmongering chief's selfishness and greed and how his daughter sealed herself and the monster in the Master Emerald to stop the destruction.

-Using his ability to channel the M.E.'s power to show people/objects held in the emerald, Knuckles shows Sonic the echidna girl. (Chaos isn't seen because Tikal trapped him in her blue water ring to secure extra escape prevention) Despite essentially being fridged, Tikal actually isn't frozen or disempowered. (She mostly just sleeps when there's nothing else to do) She can still channel the M.E.'s power, transport people/objects and communicate to people And even told Sonic not to rescue her because she fears the destruction that could occur again if she and Chaos were to be set free without plan B.This makes Sonic sad and he often thinks about her even if he doesn't admit it to Tails and Amy. He can't imagine how much Tikal had to sacrifice to stop Chaos from destroying the rest of the world – her freedom, her old friends and family, her opportunity to enjoy life without watching her home turn into a war zone just so everyone else can enjoy those privileges. Not only does she remind him of someone he vaguely remembers in the past, but he also knew what it was like to be confined into stasis for a long period of time due to a tragedy, except she had to go through this ALOT longer. He wants to save her so badly. 😢

-Sonic’s most challenging yet rewarding battle after SA1 is Perfect Chaos. There's not a whole lot to be afraid of when he's basically an invincible Super Saiyan who can easily beat Eggbutt’s robots on a regular basis, but what makes Chaos a unique rival to Sonic before Shadow is the fact that not only is he literally a body of one of his weaknesses: Water, (The fact he is powerful enough to trap him in water and drown him if he can sure as heck doesn't help) but he initially viewed him as another one of those baddies of the week he'll simply kick the butt of as usual, but Tikal, the girl Sonic wanted to help out the most, showed him Chaos was actually that once kind, gentle monster from that historical incident she had to suffer to tame. It was pretty scary for Sonic to tame a literal water God with a whole flood around him, but boy it  was worth it! Now he can rest reassured that Tikal and the calmed down water creature found peace again and can start a new happier life. Now he just makes sure she gets the comfort and new friends and adventures she might need to heal from her trauma at any opportunity he gets.

-Sonic is one of the few modern friends of hers Tikal trusts the most to have a listening ear when she wants comfort when she feels down from her memories of her old life and family she lost so the pain and sorrow inside her wouldn't consume the qualities that made her lovable amongst her former people: Love, joy, kindness & hope. Ever since that day, Sonic was the light to her gloomy darkness. Thanks to him, Tikal doesn’t have to fridge herself or Chaos for another 5000+ years until another madman comes and uses Chaos as a weapon of destruction, she can now have a chance to live a more happier, peaceful life, make herself a new home, make new friends, have new adventures, have more freedom and even be a new hero alongside her light. Tikal is anointed as the new chieftain of her new friends one day much to her surprise and dismay because she now associates a chieftain with her father, who used his position of power to harm others. But Sonic and his other friends reassures her that she'll be a fine chieftain and use her position of power to do good instead of bad, to help those in need and advocate for peace and harmony.

-Even when away from each other, Sonic and Tikal still find ways to communicate with each other from long distances due to their interesting telepathy ability and their creative ways of communicating to the emeralds, particularly when they are relaxing at the end of the day and they don't have anything else to do or anyone else to talk to. Due to their connection to the emeralds’ energy, they can also feel each other's energy when touching each other and feeling a certain emotion. When one is stressed and another is calm and touches the stressed one, the calm, positive energy transmits into the stressed one, and they also calm down. Sonic (Even though he doesn't want to admit it due to him not normally being a physical touchy kind of person) and Tikal likes to hug and hold hands for a reason.

-Tikal didn't really get to explore the world outside of her home place in her life. So for their dates, Sonic takes her to explore a new fun adventure and try new things, whether it's beautiful scenery or a new cuisine. Tikal has a high spice tolerance and loves chili peppers, not only does she like chili dogs as much as Sonic does, maybe it's not spicy enough to her and she often tries to make it spicier by using spices and/or hot sauce. Both her and Sonic often have fun eating spicy food together and watching their less spice tolerant friends suffering. 😂 And they also like to hang out at beaches and the sunflower field of course. They also like to spend a quiet peaceful day together hanging out at a chao garden and parenting the chao as if they're their children. And although Sonic doesn’t want to swim for obvious reasons, he doesn’t mind joining in a pool where Tikal is swimming in long as he simply sits on a stair step where he can still feel a body of water on half of his body while knowing he can easily get out if he starts getting uncomfortable. He surprisingly finds pure peace and serenity when he just chills that way.

-Tikal also sometimes joins Sonic in defending small, helpless critters from Eggman. She despises that guy ever since he fueled her closest friend's anger and used him as a weapon of destruction. Just imagine how she would feel about him when she learns he also takes small, helpless, innocent critters and uses them as machine batteries and pollutes the environment around them. She would not kill him, but she will wreck his replaceable machine's good with her gymnastic warrior moves and her newfounded spiritual powers she can get creative with. Forming orbs with her hands? Fling them as bombs. Wanna create a spiritual border to trap Eggman to keep him from causing trouble? Call this girl. Summoning lightning? Causing stunning earthquakes with a slam of a palm?  Hydrokinesis? Shovel claw whenever Knuckles isn't using it? She got it. Mix that with Sonic’s speed, boosts, spindashes strong enough to create underground tunnels, his super form and whirlwind forming and you sure get one heck of a power couple that gives even Superman and Wonder Woman a run for their money. Whirlwind + Water = Waterspout

-It took a while for these two to decide to get married due to their own things to do and their own issues to work on. But when Tikal finally uses her position as the new chieftain to propose to Sonic with a golden ring, they come up with a very creative wedding ceremony idea that fits for both of their personalities. Both are a bit introverted, but also like to spend time with their friends and make them feel included in the happy memories, But they're also worried about how Amy would react to Sonic marrying someone who is not her. So for their wedding day, they hosted a “fancy party" and put on a dress and tuxedo respectively, but didn't make them look too obviously like wedding gowns. They had fun food and dancing as usual, but Sonic and Tikal sneaked their vows and the kiss the bride ritual when everyone else isn't looking and then he'll bridal-carry her and run into the night to their honeymoon. Their interactions after their marriage aren’t even that different from their normal interactions. Yes, there’s a few kisses and cuddles here and there (They prefer to kiss and cuddle in isolated areas where it's more intimate for them), but they mostly just keep doing what they’ve been doing.

Welp, that’s all I can think of without letting you wait for my answer for much longer. I hope you enjoy reading my headcanons. Cya next time!

[bustyasianbeautiespod]

I find it so interesting how closely Aziraphale holds onto his identity as an Angel as opposed to Crowley who plays the role of demon but knows very well that it’s just a role and that heaven and hell are just labels. I do think it goes back to their loneliness and sense of belonging, maybe. Because Aziraphale wants (wanted?), far more than Crowley at least, to belong in this whole system even tho he knows he doesn’t. Crowley knows he doesn’t belong in the system but he does want to belong somewhere and that somewhere is, well, with Aziraphale. And it’s so sad because you know they both are outcasts and hurting and only have each other and they both want more but in different directions. UGH! I love them so much. They’ll figure it out, they’ll be okay (<- affirmations)

HELLO WORDS THAT MAKE ME FEEL AND THINK THINGS.

crowley really does fully think it's a job! there's soo much book stuff for that ("Anyway, why're we talking about this good and evil? They're just names for sides. We know that." + Now, as Crowley would be the first to protest, most demons weren't deep down evil. In the great cosmic game they felt they occupied the same position as tax inspectors-doing an unpopular job, maybe, but essential to the overall operation of the whole thing. + "We were only doing our jobs," muttered Crowley. being part of the climax) that I loveee (this is not the point of your ask at all i just love anthony j crowley w all my heart and soul). and that's prob bc they already decided heaven was bullshit before the beginning and has seen and gotten the chance to evaluate both sides firsthand. but it still has to be devastatingly lonely and it isss bc p much everyone in hell is a traumatized betrayed person taking it out on the ppl below them in the command line and deciding that Being Nice is an executable offense so it's tough to find companionship there. and as for humans, do u ever think about how it must have been SO hard for her before she got sunglasses. like obv ppl would react differently to his eyes depending on culture/religion/etc but i'm sure it was often hard to talk to people! and i think enjoying wine and technology and constructing fun things for her job was satisfying enough to get by and having someone who Gets Him (But To A Hard Limit) in aziraphale helped add joy to it all but in s2 they're stagnating and depressed and she LITERALLY wants to belong somewhere and that somewhere is aziraphale......

for aziraphale i think that post-fall heaven had to be like "did you have fun killing your former friends with swords? well you were all chosen to stay angels for a reason but every day you should be terrified that if you step one toe out of line you're unworthy of god's love. lol." (also michael's whole "you've been a bit of a fallen angel" being a valid way for angels to refer to bad behavior) and it makes so much sense for someone to come out of that propaganda feeling the way aziraphale does! grey and i just recorded 2.02 and the ways in which heaven makes aziraphale feel silly and inadequate there but he's still crying his eyes out on that rock at the thought of falling make me soo. and 2.01 aziraphale saying it's nice to tell someone all the good things you've done now that he's not reporting to heaven is soo. showziraphale rlly needs outside reassurance and to belong somewhere and for millennia that somewhere has been heaven despite them all hating his ass. GOD IT'S SO MISERABLE

i think often about how by episode two of the show grey already said "I find it fascinating that both of them are situated as 'They’re different from the other people of their community,' like, Aziraphale is different from the other angels. Crowley is different from the other demons. And what they are most like is each other." well. i also love them and believe that they'll figure it out and be okay! (whether neilman is able to write that in a satisfactory fashion is something i... don't have the highest hopes for, but they will figure it out and be okay regardless of what that guy writes)

- Crystal :)

[mymelodyisme]

hello I love your writing and i just wanted to ask if you have any tips when on a writer's block?

😭 is this really meant for me?!!! Hi!!!!

Oh gosh I don’t know if I’m being honest. I just kind of go with the flow of it all. Literally writing the words as I think them and then go back to adjust when I need to edit. But !! But! If I could say anything that might help get your creativity back on the treadmill

I would suggest, depending on what you’re writing of course, put yourself as the voice of the character for a bit. How would you react to what’s going on. I embarrassingly do a lot of facial movements and hand movements and play out a scene. Sometimes it’ll unlock an “oh wait something like this could happen next” moment

If you’re stumped entirely, move ahead!!! Don’t allow yourself to be fitted like a typewriter! If a scene isn’t scening put a letter or mark and press enter. The fun part about this is that you can come up with ANYTHING now that there’s no connection to the former line and if you go ham enough with typing you can find a new point and reconnect them. Writing seems like it should be point A to point B to point C but you really could start anywhere within reason. Sometimes i think about the end result and then work my way there :)

Sometimes I also just like looking at things. Art, people, words, and I get little snippets of dialogue or action and I think “hey I want to stick that somewhere” here’s an example from my notes app (speaking of notes app use the heck out of it)

When I was writing Drink for your First Kiss this was literally all I started with :) that and the vague movements and feelings that would have come from being kissed for the first time.

As for the notes app, I recommend making it a widget! I like to write down my silly little ideas. Sometimes something really dumb happens to me and I’ll mark it as something that can be used for character development

Here’s an example! I take my siblings to school. Well at the start of the year I was driving, right? Well there’s this hole that you have to curve just right to avoid.

Dear reader I did not do that.

If anything I saw something black fly across my vision. I freaked out for a bit, dropped my sister off, and made my way back only for it to have been nothing (I should have known that realistically). And as I was shaken, driving home, I thought “ah what if it was my guardian Angel? Oh! What if he was cast down from heaven because he fell in love with me. Oh! What about a story about a girl who hits her guardian Angel, disguised as a bird, with her car and takes him in only to find out he was cast out for falling deeply in love with her and doing absolutely everything in his power to protect her. What if his love was the driving force of the story. He already fell from heaven, what wouldn’t he do for her?”

All that from me hitting a hole and all within the span of ten minutes lol!

So if you take anything away from my silly little rambling it’s that you CAN and you WILL come across a motive to continue that you haven’t hit yet!!

Mark it down, mark it down, mark it down!!

I’m sure you’ll get on eventually and if worse comes to worse, be dramatic!!!! Kill off a character for a few minutes in the drafts 🫢 nothing to get you worked up than imagining they’re not there and how does everything else move on.

Oh also add lots of spaces in between thoughts. That’s something that just works for me!

If there’s a space it can be filled during the read over :) [act out your scenes it’s so fun]

Plus, you might just hit a hole and meet a fallen Angel idk life’s full of surprises! (Like your words will be ♥️)

PS: dreams are also a good way to take ideas :) they’re already the unfiltered insanity that happens in your brain maybe take a pinch of it for your writing !

Pss: do not compare your worth and skill to others. That can be the death of creativity. We are all trying and we are all doing as we should. You’ll get there :)

[ailedorc]

Hello dearies! I hope you enjoyed my other Characters because I gave two more for you! I hope you like them :)

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💛Daisybelle💛

Daisybelle is one of my secondary Characters. She's Isabelle's and Maryjanes mother and Maurice's Wife. Daisy is a very kind, trustworthy, sweet, anything positive you can think being (What a lawful good). She's an Angel, (literally) and an WONDERFUL singer! (Isabelle inherits this from her!). Daisy has an unconditional love and support for everyone, even if she doesn't know them personally. She's incapable of lying and will always tell the truth, and shes also very accepting! Daisy's dream is to forevermore be with her beloved and her children to love, care, and protect them. no matter how much time passes.

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❤️Maurice❤️

Maurice is one of my secondary Characters and is the former Creator curator of Normalcy before Isabelle took his place. He's Isabelle and Maryjanes Father, and Daisybelle's husband. Maurice is a Flower spirit just like Isabelle and has a more red and rosey vibe. He's a very ROMANTIC and loving person and is very well liked. He sees value in everything and has an unconditional love for those he's close with. He was a very strong, enthusiastic, and all out amazing leader and taught Isabelle everything she needed to know to be a leader. Something about him Is that he's an AMAZING dancer (That's something Maryjane inherits from him). His dream is similar to Daisy's, to forever more be with his beloved and children even after death to protect them and his home.

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I hope you enjoyed these two Characters lovelies :D, I'll be back with either more characters or some depending on which I chose. See you later ~🩷

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I hope I'm on time for this- but I really enjoy your fics and this is my first time doing anything like this so hopefully it's okay!-

This was edited By ai so it would make more sense because the original one was just a mess and english isn't my first language but the ai just made it make more sense-

Name and Pronunciation: Jane Doe, also known as Avariel or Ava (She/They)

Short Bio: Avariel was once the favored angel of God, until she attempted to defend Lucifer. This act led to Gabriel striking her with his scythe, sending her plummeting into hell where she "died" and was reincarnated as Jane Doe. Despite retaining memories from her "past" life, she chooses to ignore them and strives to erase any trace of her former identity as Avariel. She harbors a deep resentment towards Gabriel and wishes she had been the one to end him. Now, she exists as an immortal entity within a mortal's body, ironically a descendant of Solomon.

Character: Avariel teeters on the edge of sanity and insanity, resulting in bipolar disorder. She tends to be reserved when interacting with the kings of hell and keeps her identity a secret. Generally calm and intelligent, she can be impulsive. Initially secretive, she becomes more open once you get to know her, and might even share a bit about her past.

Important Facts: They share one body but are distinct individuals. Avariel is more impulsive and destructive, but also more intelligent and powerful. She excels in survival and combat-related skills. Jane, on the other hand, is gentler and kinder. She is the reason they excel at cooking and other mundane tasks.

Voice: Avariel has a deep yet beautiful voice, while Jane speaks in a soft and feminine tone.

Demons to Include in the Story: Leviathan, Satan, and possibly Lucifer. You may also include any nobles.

Brief Description of Chosen Characters:

Leviathan: Avariel's most cherished king. She spoils him and loves him dearly. Jane has a love-hate relationship with him.

Satan: They enjoy playing with his hair, especially when it's wet because it sparkles like diamonds, and they have a fondness for shiny things.

Lucifer: Avariel has a complicated relationship with him. She was forced to marry him, binding them together for eternity. He is the reason for her current state, and despite everything, she has genuinely fallen in love with him. Jane adores him and showers him with affection and gifts.

Nobles: They enjoy the company of the nobles more than they'd like to admit. Whenever they go out or anywhere in general, at least one or two nobles accompany them.

Desired Tone: Fluff and angst (with a little bit of smut)

Narrative Type: 3rd person if you want to do something like their changing personalities/voices you can do something like: "Hello, I enjoy sweets and shiny things" pink for Avariel, purple for Jane and normal(bold) for both!

Requested Script: since Avariel is is the same age/older than Lucifer and the other kings and I have this headcanon that they both kind of raised the kings so that would be a nice script to read or they see Jane getting hit by Gabriel's scythe straight through hear heart but surprisingly she was still alive and despite having her heart removed from her body quite literally (thanks to Avariel being immortal). And she acts like nothing happened because she could not feel the pain. But anything you do will be okay!

The drawing is scuffed because I'm not goof at drawing- (She has lavender hair with white tips and her eyes are black on top and yellow/gold below, her iris is shaped in a star normally with the color white. When receiving devils energy it turns into hearts and the color changes into a bright pink)

Draw list

Time for first update! It's the first day and we already have some applications oh god ahhhhh i'm so excited!! you have no idea

I'm reading all your ideas, and I'm impressed... but this confirms only one thing. Good thing we're doing a drawing because I wouldn't be able to choose at all lmao you're so inspiring!

I saw that I didn't express myself clearly and that may have caused some confusion. One post is enough, don't worry, just tag it well. Is this a reblog or is it your own post. Give me some time too, because I usually only have time for Tumblr after work. If I still don't tag you here after about 24 hours, you can tag me again or catch me in comments or in DM. Also, so far all the applications are very clear. But if I have any questions, I will definitely write to you.

Also, to make sure that I noticed all MC and OC's - I am publishing the list of participants in this post. It will be updated on an ongoing basis. Positions completely random.

@angelzone - Abbadon

@ankiebitez - Judith

@vilaenor - Erathyel

@axel-silverly - Aglas

@littlestardescendants - Mirjami

@rharsh1213 - Relshie

@tobypass - Tino

@123-456-789-1011-12 - Roman

@tokiyumejo - Chaerin

@hakugin0 - Jin

@ryu21800 - Shiro

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Reconnecting (Zayn!reader)

Hello Hello Lovelies ! Sorry I was unavailable, I had a lot on my mind lately. This imagine was asked by @ready-4-fanfiction and @louis-gorgeous ! I hope you guys like it :) xx

I can’t do it anymore. I’m sorry. I quit.

Less than 10 words. That’s all it took to turn your world upside down. You and the boys were two months in on the On The Road Again Tour, when Zayn broke your heart for the first time into a million pieces.

You knew being in the public eyes was hard for him, the scrutiny and the comments were getting to him. You had numerous talks with him about anxiety and feeling like the whole world was watching your every move. But you really thought that he was telling the truth when he said he was fine. All of you cried that day, hugging your now-former bandmate tightly. But you all knew that it was better for him to leave now and take care of himself, after all, your brother’s happiness had to come first. You all wanted him to be happy.

The band went on a hiatus a few months later. The brown hair boy broke your heart a second time a few months after that, during an interview. The critics of your guy's music were a hard blow, but it’s not this comment that got you. He said he didn’t make any friends. Boom. That the sound of your heart breaking again. After reading this interview you couldn’t breathe. You had spent hours on the phone with the guys, crying. Louis and Niall had to come to see you in your house and you spent hours hugging and talking some more.

You even went to Harry’s house in London, because he took the interview pretty hard. Seeing him cry made your heart break for the third time. And it’s also made you mad. For the first time since his announcement on tour, you were pissed at Zayn. Properly pissed. Coming after your boys was a big no-no. That’s why you decided to tweet. Of course you were not going to say what you were thinking, you wanted to be cryptic. Like Harry. So you tweeted a simple word. Infinity.

That was a direct link to the song you wrote after he left. How many nights does it take to count the stars? That's the time it would take to fix my heart Oh, baby, I was there for you, All I ever wanted was the truth

Then you send a second tweet : Well, hello to you too.

It’s all it took for fans and people magazines, to speculate. But you didn’t care you felt betrayed. You knew Zayn would see it. You hoped he would see it, and understand that he broke your heart. And he did.

A few days after you were in a meeting with your manager. Your phone started ringing and you asked your assistant to pick it up. He did and left the room to answer. A few minutes later he came back the phone against his chest.

Hi sorry, you should take that

I’m busy, who is it ?

The look on your assistant face was explicit, with a sigh you excuse yourself and took the phone from his extended hand. You didn’t recognize the number.

Allo ?

Hey Angel.. that voice, you hadn’t heard that voice in months. You gasped. Please don’t hang up. Tears started gathering in your eyes. Softly, because you didn’t trust your voice not to break you asked, What do you want Zayn ?

The line went silent for a little while. Probably because he knew that you were pissed at him, or you wouldn’t have used his full name.

Can we talk ? He asked softly. That made you snap.

Now you want to talk ? After months of radio silence ! You. Know what I can’t do that right now, I’m in the middle of a meeting and you are literally in another country Zayn. So no we can’t talk. You hung up the phone. Tears were now flowing freely on your face, and you kept looking a the offensive machine in your hand. After a few minutes, you pulled yourself together and went back to the meeting.

A few hours later you were exhausted, driving back to your house in London. You had been distracted after the call, obviously. And you didn’t know what to do, did you need to call the boys to tell them ? You were racking your brain about that while pulling into your gate. That's where you saw it. A black Range Rover. You knew a lot of people with that kind of car, and that got you wondering. Did you have something planned that evening ? Did you forget dinner with some friends ? All those questions were answered when you got out of your car and you saw a silhouette sitting on your front porch.

Bleached blond hair, black skinny jeans, a leather jacket, arms and hands covered with tattoos. arms and hands covered with tattoos ? You stopped in your tracks. Zayn.

Your ex-bandmate lift his head when he heard your car door close. His eyes were a little red, his hands were twisting the few rings on his finger, but you saw them shake a little.

What. The. Hell.

You stared at each other for what felt like hours. As angry as you were at him, seeing him after all this time, all you wanted to do was hug him.

I know you probably don’t want to see me Angel, and I get that. But please I can we talk ?

Right now your feet seemed very interesting. When you looked up at him, you saw the apprehension on his face. The only word resonating in your mind was his Please, he sounds so broken and anxious.

Would you like to come in for tea ? You saw him nod before he followed you inside.

You took off your shoes and coat after opening the door, and went straight to your kitchen. Zayn doing the same and following you. Or so you thought.

After putting the kettle on and grabbing two mugs, you turned around noticing his absence.

You went back to the living room, finally finding him standing in front of your « success » wall, that’s what your friends like to call it. On the wall, was all your memorabilia from the band. Picture from tour, all the plaques from the albums.. that was your now little museum. And Zayn was standing in front of it.

Taking a little trip down memory lane ? You ask with a small smile

You see him drop his head, his handsome face is grazed with a timid smile.

It seems like it’s from another lifetime, he says

The air of the room thickens, the emotion is heavy. You decide to go back to your kitchen. Zayn joins you by the time you are pouring the tea in the cups.

So, you wanted to talk. I’m listening.

I don’t… Look Angel I’m sorry, he starts but you decide to cut him off. Suddenly the faces of the boys crying came back to you, and you were getting mad again.

What are you sorry about exactly ? Saying that you didn’t like the music that we made together ? Or what about us not being friends ? Oh or about you not being close to H ? Really what are you talking about ? You were ranting at this point. But Zayn had the decency to look ashamed.

Angel I…

NO ! You stated shouting now. Do you know what it felt like to read all of this in the press ? The fucking press Zayn ! The same fuckers who loved to tear us down every time we did something !

I KNOW ! He roared getting up from the stool he was seating on. You know what they do, I didn’t say it like that ! It was taken out of context ! Do you really think I would say something like that ? You know me Y/N !!!

DO I ? That made him stop in his track. The look in his eyes made you close your mouth shut, he was looking at you like you just broke his heart. Are you the same guy who I used to stay up all night with to play video games when you were anxious ? The one who would hold me and tell me everything will be ok when I was bullied online ? My best friend, my big brother, my Z… because you left me, and I know it was because it was too much and you were losing yourself, but you left. And when you didn’t call for months, and the only news we get is this fucking interview it broke my heart..

It took him a moment to look at you, but when he did, he grabbed both of your hands before saying. I never intended to hurt you, any of you, you guys are my family and I’m sorry I lost sight of that.. The only thing I said is that we weren’t close anymore and that we were losing that bond.. I swear to you that you meant everything to me, you guys were the only thing who got me through all the shit.. You are my family and I’m sorry Angel..

You knew it took him a lot to say that, and that made you think. You got in this industry when you were 16 years old, and from day one the pressure from the media was something that you guys had to deal with. The rumors, the out-of-context sentences that the press love to twist around to get a reaction, the constant chase with paparazzi… But you guys always dealt with this together. Together. Even if he was out of the group, he was still family.

That all it took for you to launch yourself in his arms. Hugging him tightly. And when he hugged you back, you finally understood that sentence you saw online. A hug from a loved one can really bring all your broken pieces back together.

I love you Z, you said against his neck. That made him hug you even tighter.

After what felt like hours you two finally let go. That's when he surprised you even more. You are my little sister, Angel, always and forever. And that’s why.. he stopped himself.

What ? What’s wrong ?

Nothing’s wrong love, actually it’s fucking fantastic ! I know we just reconnected but I want you to be my daughter’s godmother

WHAT ?! Gigi’s pregnant ? Oh my Gosh ! The smile that grazed his face was the size of the freaking sun ! His was glowing. And for the first time since he left the band, you saw your old Zayn’s back

Oh my… You started tearing up, of course, I would love to !

After another round of hugs, you grabbed your cup of tea, and smiled.

What ? Zayn asked

You do realize you’re going to have to talk to the guys right ?

Yeah.. Louis is going to beat my ass, isn't he ?

Well, that’s the Tommo way for ya love, you said winking at him.

Laughing the two of you spend the next hours catching up on each other’s life. And for the first time in months, you had your brother back. And maybe, you thought, you could start all over again.

« And I can lend you broken parts

That might fit like this

And I will give you all my heart

So we can start it all over again »