#meaning. I’m also saying EV deserved better

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Little Darling

Chapter 11 - The mirror is a trap that saves

It's 1997, and Elvis is still alive and well. He quit music in 1972 after a successful world tour, and now he runs Presley Studios - teaching people karate across America. His daughter and grandchildren are regular visitors at Graceland, and when he’s in Memphis he likes to do a little teaching. His life is quieter now, though. Most of the Mafia have gone - going to live their own lives - and after his divorce from his second wife, Elvis is sworn off women for good. Will a Welsh girl with a wicked sense of humour be the one to make him break his promise to himself not to fall in love again?

Need to catch up? Go here.

Pairing: Old Man!Elvis x OC - Tegan, a Welsh girl he meets at karate.

Word count: 3.2K

TWs: Elvis is a little dominant, use of daddy in a sexual context, bit of dollification, objectification if you squint, possessive kink, praise kink, p in v sex.

It's Christmas eve, and Elvis scratches his bearded chin as he walks arm in arm with Tegan and their dog through the snowy park. He's grown a beard to make it easier for him to dress up as Santa for the grandkids, but he started too late and it's itchy. Tegan told him that the itchy stage would finish soon (her ex had a beard) but he's preoccupied by how annoying it is right now. The dog is a chow cross that they chose together at a rescue centre, as soon as Elvis found out that Tegan loved dogs as much as him. She made the mistake of telling him about the Welsh language band Ffa Coffi Pawb - literally meaning “everyone's coffee beans”, but pronounced fah-koff-ee pow-b which made it sound a lot like fuck off everyone, in a combination of Welsh and English - Wenglish - and he decided that was the perfect name for their new furry friend. In the end he went for Ffa Coffi, which Tegan thinks doesn't really work as a pun, but Elvis enjoys saying regardless. Tegan also doesn't think a dog can be called Coffee Beans (bean would be fine, but the plural just seems crazy) but mostly they just shout “COFFI!” which works in either language. The most important thing is that Coffi is laid back and will barely chase after a ball, never mind other people's pets. And he puts up with Tegan cuddling him all the time without ever trying to lick her face. Sometimes when Elvis sees them curled up on the sofa together he wonders if he will ever get a look in. 

The beard and the fact that he’s wrapped up for the cold mean that barely anyone recognises Elvis, and so they’ve come out without any kind of back up. Elvis feels more and more comfortable doing that nowadays, happy to just walk around with Tegan and Coffi. They don’t see the paps often in the cold, and when they do they just do their best to ignore them. As they make their way through the snow, he’s reminded of the day at the zoo, when they definitely did have to have back up. 

“Hey, I bet if we went ta the zoo today no-one would bother us.”

Tegan snorts. “And all the animals would probably be indoors by the fire with a cocoa.”

“Cocoa?”

“Oh, hot chocolate.”

“Ah.”

They carry on for a while in silence, then Elvis pipes up again. 

“I’m sorry about that day, honey. Ya didn’t deserve bein’ dragged through the press like ya were.”

Her smile is slight as she remembers the horrible events of the day after. “Neither did you.”

Stopping, he turns to her and looks into her face seriously. “Ya didn’t deserve the way I treated ya, either.”

Her eyes dart around, awkwardly, and she eventually settles on looking down at Coffi. “Well, that was a while ago, now, ‘raur. Things have been much better since then.”

Taking his hands out of his pockets, he reaches for hers to hold them. The dog lead slips onto her wrist and Coffi sits down between them, looking up patiently. 

“Ya know yer beautiful, right?”

She frowns a little, still looking at the dog. “I’m not sure what that’s got to do with… before.”

He steps towards her and the dog whines a little at being hemmed in between them. 

“Will ya look at me, pretty girl?”

Her nose wrinkles and she looks up cautiously. “We’ve been through this, ‘raur. I’m almost 40 years old.”

“Alright then. Look at me when I’m talking to ya, woman.”

There’s a trace of a smile on her face as he moves his hand to her cheek and pulls her towards him, making her stagger forwards for balance as he crashes his lips against hers. 

“Mmm. ‘Raur,” she chides, a blush rising on her face as he pulls back. 

“Can’t get ya ta listen otherwise, can I?” He grumbles, letting out a low whistle and shaking his head. “Now I’ve got yer attention, will ya answer me?”

“About what?”

Elvis growls deep in his throat, making Coffi yelp in surprise. “I want ya ta tell me yer beautiful.”

“Elvis…”

“No.” The word is sharp and the force of it makes her tremble. “Don’t Elvis me. Tell me what I want ta hear.”

“I guess I look better now I've had my hair and nails done…”

Nudging the dog out of the way with his foot, Elvis closes the gap between them and puts his lips to Tegan’s ear.

“Well if yer not gonna tell me now I'll haveta fuck it outta ya later.” His voice is low and gravelly and she trembles again at the pitch and the force of the words. She can feel a blush rising on her cheeks and finds her thighs rubbing together almost of their own accord. “Hm?” He prompts, not moving his mouth from her ear. 

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers back. 

He's half-tempted to reply “yes, Daddy, what?” but he decides not to push it outdoors, and responds with a quick “good” instead. He steps back and takes the dog lead off Tegan, gently tugging Coffi towards him. 

“Time ta head back.”

They turn and walk back towards the car, Tegan’s stomach flipping as the words he’d just said run through her mind over and over again. As well as the consistent erections, the pills had given Elvis a little more confidence, but he’d never said anything like that outside of the bedroom, let alone outside of the house. On the drive home they make small talk about when they’re going to put out the presents, and what they’ve bought for other people, but Tegan’s brain keeps short-circuiting to him telling her he’s going to fuck it out of her. She watches him carry on doing normal, everyday things when they’re back at Graceland. Feeding the dog, making coffee. 

“Elvis?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Can I have a kiss?”

He moves to put his arms around her, pulling her in close. “Of course ya can.”

His lips are soft and the kiss is gentle. Tegan feels herself relax. She smiles as he pulls back. 

“Thanks.”

He chuckles softly. “Mmm. No problem.” Stroking her cheek, he continues, “you lookin’ forward to dressin’ up as Mrs Claus later? Puttin’ on that little outfit I bought ya?”

She looks at his expression for a moment and then shakes her head a little. “It’s obscene, isn’t it?”

He pretends to look offended. “Obscene? Somethin’ I bought fer ya?” When she carries on staring at him with one raised eyebrow he relents. “Okay, yeah, so it’s a little short. Gotta show off my girl’s legs though, haven’t I?”

“To who?!”

“Ah. Okay, ya got me there.” He ponders the question for a moment. “Alright. It’s self-gratification. Jus’ wanna see ‘em myself.”

She keeps shaking her head but they’re both giggling and then they’re kissing again. Tegan hears someone clearing their throat and pulls back quickly. 

“Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds, but I’ve got two kids demanding lunch.” Lisa-Marie smiles at them both. 

“Chefs are on their way in,” Elvis explains, looking at his watch. “Ten minutes or so an’ then they’ll be makin’ somethin’. Kids’ll have ta be patient.”

The impatient children appear as if they’ve been summoned by the conversation, and Elvis suggests they all go down to the den and hang out there instead. Ben follows his sister, explaining some comic book or other that he’s been reading to her in painstaking detail, whilst she pulls the most bored face Tegan thinks she’s ever seen. Elvis settles into an armchair and pulls his girlfriend into his lap. One arm rests around her waist whilst his other hand brushes her hair away from her neck to give him easy access to press kisses to it every so often. He always seems to know when she needs reassurance. 

“You two are so sweet together,” Lisa remarks. 

“Ah, I’m lucky she puts up with me,” Elvis replies, his fingers combing through Tegan’s hair. “She’s got the patience of a saint.”

“Don’t talk about me as though I’m not here,” Tegan complains. 

Lisa starts saying something about him being a pain in the ass, but Tegan can barely hear it because his lips are next to her ear again, murmuring, “think ya like it when I do that, honey.” Her pussy tingles at the words and she swallows, thickly. Managing after what seems like minutes to tune back into the conversation, only to hear Elvis saying,

“She’s way too good fer me, and far too pretty.”

The tingling between her legs intensifies. She does like it. She likes it way too much. Fuck. She tries to calm down as she hears Lisa ask her a question to draw her back into the conversation. 

“Oh well, I mean he is better than me at karate, I suppose…”

They bounce back and forth and she starts to feel herself relax. But Elvis had felt the way she’d tensed and seen the blush on her face. He certainly hasn’t lost his touch, when it comes to knowing what women like, he thinks. Not at all. 

***

Tegan looks at herself in the mirror, turning to the side and tugging at the hem of her dress a little. She’d been right when she accused Elvis of buying her an obscene costume - it only just covers her ass. At least it’s not skin tight, she muses. But there’s no way she’s bending over in it in the best of the house. She pulls the santa hat onto her head and laughs at her reflection. If someone had told her a year ago that she’d be in one of the bedrooms in Graceland, wearing a skimpy Mrs Claus outfit and getting ready to arrange presents underneath the Christmas tree (a task that was now definitely seeming impossible to do without flashing someone) she’d have laughed them out of town. And yet, here she is.

Her thoughts are interrupted by the appearance of Elvis in his own Santa costume. She turns and runs daintily towards him, the red sparkly heels he’d bought her slowing her down a little. Throwing her arms around his neck she grins as his hands grip her lower back. 

“You look very handsome as Father Christmas.”

He chuckles. “I look like an old man in a Santa costume, honey.”

“You look handsome,” she tells him firmly, and he leans down to kiss her with a smile. 

“Father Christmas,” he teases, doing a bad impression of her accent. 

She sniggers. “Daddy Christmas.”

His hand reaches down to squeeze her ass. “Yeah, ya can call me that if ya want.”

They both giggle a little before he insists on looking at her properly in her outfit, twirling her around and making approving noises. 

“You’ve outdone yourself here, Presley,” he says, to himself. 

She can’t help smiling, despite the ridiculousness of the situation. He lets out a sharp breath and then shakes his head quickly as if to dispel the dirty thoughts. 

“Right, let’s get these gifts done.” 

He gives her a quick slap on the ass and she squeals. “Elvis!”

“Thought it was Daddy Christmas,” he replies, one eyebrow raised and a little smile playing on his lips. 

“You are incorrigible.”

“You are incorrigible, Daddy Christmas.”

Tegan doubles over laughing at that, which Elvis particularly enjoys given the length of her skirt and the lacey panties he’d bought her to wear with her outfit. 

“I swear these pills have made you worse.”

“Ya won’t learn, will ya? Call me by my name or I’ll have to put ya over my knee and we’ll never get these gifts done.”

Managing eventually to keep a straight face, she puts her arms back around his neck and looks up into his face. 

“Sorry, Daddy Christmas,” she coos. “I promise I’ll be a good girl. I don’t want to miss out on my presents.”

“I’ll definitely be givin’ ya somethin’ later if yer good,” he teases back. 

After more giggling, nose scrunching and forehead kisses, they eventually untangle themselves and head downstairs to arrange the presents, fetching them from outside of bedroom doors and piling them up underneath the tree. They fill the kids’ stockings and Elvis eats the cookie left out for Santa, leaving the glass of sherry to Tegan, since she’d insisted on it. Much to her relief, no-one comes out to see them at work so she doesn’t have to worry about her modesty too much. It’s still good to be in Elvis’ room afterwards, especially when he tells her he has some gifts to give her now. 

“Don’t think this is somethin’ everyone needs ta see,” he explains, handing her a beautifully wrapped package. “An’ the other one,” he gestures at the box next to her on the bed, “is somethin’ I want ya wearin’ tomorrow.”

“Which one first?”

He taps the package in her hand. “That one.”

She unwraps it carefully, then immediately bursts out laughing. It’s not just one present - it’s a set of three pairs of panties with ELVIS embroidered on the back in silver script. 

“Oh my God! Did you have these made?!”

He nods, grinning a little bashfully. “Thought you might like ‘em. Ya can wear a pair tomorrow under that dress I bought ya.”

Elvis had bought her yet another gold dress, which he somehow hadn’t classed as a Christmas present, having given it to her earlier in the week. She thinks she ought to be overwhelmed by all the presents, and she’s certainly nervous to see his reaction to what she’s bought him, but every time he produces another one she’s filled with a kind of warm joy. He loves giving and she loves receiving. They’re a match made in heaven. 

She smirks and once she’s finished looking at the panties she reaches for the next present. Under the wrapping paper is a beautiful velvet box, and inside the box is… 

“Oh ‘raur!!” She exclaims, very carefully lifting the tiara out of the box. It’s gold and covered in diamonds and she hates to think how much money it must have cost. “Oh cariad, it’s beautiful.” 

“Put it on, honey.”

She pushes the santa hat off her head as she gets up and walks over to the full-length mirror. Carefully replacing the hat with the tiara, she fiddles with her hair and turns her head from side to side, looking at the stones sparkling in the light. Elvis comes up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her temple. 

“My beautiful Queenie.”

She blushes and looks down. “Oh ‘raur. It’s too much.”

“Uh-uh. Nothin’ too much f’my Queenie.”

“Thank you. I love it.”

He kisses her cheek this time and his eyes lock with hers in the mirror. “Let’s see ya in it and those panties, then.”

She spins around in his arms, her arms reaching around his neck. “Am I just some kind of naughty fashion show for you?”

“Yep,” he replies, patting her ass. “Off ya go now. Do as yer told.”

Part of her can’t believe she’s just going along with this, going into the en suite to take her dress and underwear off, and put the new panties on. She hadn’t thought that being with Elvis would be like being his little doll sometimes, and she also hadn’t thought that she’d like it so much. She opens the door slowly, then steps back into the bedroom. Elvis is still fully-clothed, sitting on his bed waiting for her. As soon as he spots her, looking a little shy only a few steps into the room, he beckons her over. 

“C’mere. That’s it. Spin round fer me. Mmmm. Lookin’ good, Tegan bach.”

Once she’s finished with being paraded around in a circle for the second time that evening, Tegan gets onto Elvis’ lap. She much prefers being close to him like this to being made to strut about like a catwalk model, and she presses herself up against him, enjoying the feeling of her naked skin against his soft, almost furry suit. His hands rub up and down her back, kissing her deeply as she rolls her hips against him. 

“Ya gonna tell me what I want ta hear yet?” He murmurs in her ear. 

“Mmm. No. Think you promised something about fucking it out of me.”

He hums and pulls his belt off, before reaching into the pants of his suit and pulling his dick out. “Sit on it fer me, honey.”

She moves to take her panties off and one of his hands grips her arm. He shakes his head. “Keep ‘em on. Jus’ move ‘em to the side.”

Moaning, she slowly eases him inside her until she’s full, sitting on his lap, her head against his shoulder, panting. 

“Good girl. Want ya ta remember who ya belong to.”

“I couldn’t…forget… Elvis.”

“Mmmm. Yer all mine.”

She tries to steady her breathing, still leaning heavily against him. 

“Okay, baby?” He asks, softly, when she still doesn’t move. 

“Mmm. Yes. Fuck.”

“This enough fer ya?”

She smiles against him. “I was promised a fuck.”

He smiles back, thinking how much he loves her in this moment. His hands move to grip her hips and he uses them to move her, slowly at first and then gathering pace. The tiara slips and she quickly removes it, setting it safely on the bedside table. 

“Now?” He asks, pulling her up and slamming her back down on him, hard. 

She whines. “I… oh… fuck…”

“That’s not it, honey.”

“I… oh, fine! I’m beautiful! I’m… fuck…” she forces the words out and at around the same time her orgasm hits her with the force of a speeding truck. 

“Yes ya fuckin’ are,” he replies, through gritted teeth as he feels her squeezing him. His hips buck a few times and then he’s cumming inside her too. 

She falls down against him like a ragdoll, puffing and panting. Once he's managed to get his santa suit off he pulls her back into his arms. They lie together for a while, basking in the glow of their orgasms. Tegan starts to think about the next day, and who will be arriving when, her brain lazily trying to figure out logistics. They chat about it for a while, Elvis reassuring her that she doesn’t have to worry, he’s already planned it all.

“So that’s everyone, I think.”

“Sure you haven’t missed anyone?”

“Oh, yeah. Jerry will be comin’. On his own, though. Wife left ‘im. Thought he might want company.”

“Who’s Jerry?”

“Friend a mine from before. Lives in LA now. Pretty boy, ‘bout seven years younger ‘an me.”

“You didn’t say.”

“Musta forgot, honey. Ya’ll like ‘im. Everyone likes Jerry.”

“Did you tell him about me?”

“‘Course I did, honey. He’s lookin’ forward ta meetin’ ya.”

Tegan thinks she’s looking forward to meeting him too, for some reason she can’t quite define. They carry on talking until Elvis starts to drift off, and so Tegan extracts herself from his arms and gets more comfortable. Imagining Graceland on Christmas morning, bustling with life and joy until she falls asleep too. 

***

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[rosetheocto]

Hello! I was wondering what are your thoughts on Speed the Jolteon from Eeveelution Squad

HE DESERVES BETTER!! All his versions do! :[

He’s def one of the characters that I like more than hate! his struggles are depicted pretty well and when he isn’t getting beat up he can have some pretty funny moments!! His connections that aren’t romantic in nature especially is where we truly get to see his character shine!

[violet-fluff]

Post War! Levi x Baker! Reader

Love in the Oven (pt.1)

Levi lives a quiet life in Marley after the War of Heaven and Earth ended almost three years ago. The old Survey Corp group and those who helped them during the war are now peace ambassadors and are setting sail back to Paradis Island to give peace talks. Levi was invited to go but he’s still tired.

Tired mentally and physically.

He would rather stay behind than go argue with Jaegerists who have no interest in changing their beliefs.

Besides, he couldn’t leave behind the three people he cares about the most. You, Gabi and Falco.

After the war ended, Gabi and Falco were already so close with Levi that they decided to move in with him to stay together and to help care for him since he is still learning how to work around his injuries. But man, sometimes Levi can sure use a break from these two rowdy brats.

“Wow, Miss y/n! These are even better than last time!” Gabi says as she stuffs a blueberry muffin in her mouth.

Falco stresses as usual as he watches her eat like a rabid animal. “Gabi! You’re going to choke!”

Levi sighs as he watches the two start to bicker again, but you quietly laugh as you put out the fire in the oven and hang your apron.

You own a bakery here in Marley, and you met the trio when they came in looking for shelter from the rain some months ago. The four of you have been inseparable since.

“Here,” Levi places a bag of coins on the table in front of Gabi and Falco, “Why don’t you two go to the market and get food for dinner.”

Gabi smirks. “If you want alone time with Miss y/n, you could just say so.”

Falco sighs and grabs the bag of coins. “We’ll meet back here later.”

As the two are walking out the door, Gabi turns around and wiggles her brows. “Don’t get too crazy, lovebirds.”

“Gabi!” Falco yells and drags her out the door.

Levi sighs and rubs his head. Gabi wasn’t wrong when she called you and Levi lovebirds. There has been romantic tension for a long while now, but neither of you have yet to make a confession.

“Should we go crazy, Levi?” You joke as you place a warm cup of tea in front of him.

Levi rolls his eyes. “Don’t encourage her.”

You sit across from Levi and stare at him while he stirs his tea. The scar across his face and blind eye scrunches when he blinks, and he stretches out the three remaining fingers on his injured hand. Despite his injured flaws, you find him greatly attractive.

“You’re staring again.” He tells you without looking up.

You smile softly. “I can’t admire you?”

“Tch,” He scoffs while taking a small sip of tea, “Admire what? There’s nothing to admire.”

“That’s not true. You are very handsome.” You argue back with a frown.

After a few seconds, Levi sighs and looks at you. “You deserve someone better.”

“What do you mean by that?” You asked in shock.

Levi is getting frustrated now as he is insecure about himself. “Look at me, y/n. I have to use a wheelchair most days, and still need a cane on the others. I can’t see out of one eye and my face is disfigured. Two teenagers help take care of me…a grown man. I’m not good with my feelings and I still have nightmares from war. Want me to continue the list?”

You look at him sadly since it makes you upset with how little Levi sees himself. “Don’t see yourself as less of a man, Levi. None of that matters to me. I will help you through it and stay by your side.”

Levi hits the arm of his wheelchair in frustration, and it makes you jump a bit. His head falls slightly forward, and you see a tear fall down his face. “I don’t deserve you.”

Tears fall out of your own eyes as you see Levi cry. You get up and kneel in front of him and lift his face to look at you. “You deserve love, Levi. I want to give you that love. I don’t care if you need a wheelchair or can’t see out of one eye. I fell in love with YOU. I love how caring you are even though you try not to show it. I love how determined you are to keep going forward. Gabi and Falco don’t only take care of you, but you also take care of them even though you might not notice it. You have your own way of showing your feelings. Like how you brought me soup everyday while I was sick.”

You grab his hands and hold them tight. “I love you, Levi. You’re one of the toughest and most loving men I have ever met.”

Levi stares at you in shock, not knowing how to respond. “I’ve never been in a relationship before. I don’t even know how it works.”

You hum in thought. “Well… a relationship will always be a learning experience anyway. No matter if you’ve been in zero or ten. If you allow me to be by your side, I can learn along with you as well.”

Levi gently cups your face. “Be with me.”

“That’s what I’ve wanted this whole time.” You say softly.

“Finally!! ….OW!” A yell comes from behind the front door.

You laugh as Levi once again rubs his head in annoyance.

[pynkhues]

What do you mean when u say Lestat is a Milton’s Satan hero?

Ah! Okay! Going to try and keep this shorter than my Byronic Hero post, haha, but we’ll see how we go.

Before we start…

When we talk about Milton’s Satan as a character archetype, we’re talking about something that was originated in John Milton’s epic poem, Paradise Lost, which was published in 1667. This was before gothic literature was quote-unquote ‘invented’ (as I mentioned in my first Byronic Hero post, gothic literature is widely accepted to have begun with Horace Walpole’s 1764 novel, The Castle of Otranto – worth the read, even just for the bonkers prophecy-speaking skeletons and a character dying from a helmet falling on his head, haha), but had, and continues to have, an enormous impact on gothic literature and horror in general.

The poem is set across twelve ‘books’ (chapters, basically), and is effectively a re-telling of the Book of Genesis but with two narrative throughlines. One throughline is Adam and Eve who represent more conventional biblical heroes in the poem, and the other is Satan (also called Lucifer in the poem). We’ll talk more about them in a sec, but before we begin it’s important to note that Paradise Lost was never intended as a criticism of the church.

Milton was a religious man, which is a really important thing to note when we start talking about Paradise Lost, but he was also heavily influenced as a writer by King Charles I’s autocratic rule and the English Civil War which lasted from 1642-1651. I’m not going to get into the nitty gritty of all of that, but what’s important to note is that he wrote Paradise Lost in a really increased period of anti-authority sentiment in the UK and believed strongly in rebellion against authority, which feeds into how he invented his Satan.

Milton’s Satan in Paradise Lost

Lucifer’s arc in Paradise Lost is a relatively straight forward one. He begins as God’s favourite angel but his pride and his vanity gets the better of him as God starts to invent (and favour) earth and mankind, and he comes to resent God’s authority over the kingdom of heaven. He believes he deserves to be loved as God is, so he leads a rebellion against God, only to lose, and he and the rest of the fallen angels, get cast out of Heaven and into Hell.

Out of spite, Lucifer decides to make Hell his own, with the iconic line “Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heav’n” and to set his sights on corrupting God’s new favourite thing – Mankind (at this point, just Adam and Eve) – and he’s ultimately pretty darn successful. I’m not going to talk too much about the specific ways that he does that, but it’s basically a mix of deception and sowing seeds of lust, and the end result is that humanity’s corrupted, and God further punishes Satan by turning him and the other fallen angels into snakes.

The devil had been depicted a few times in literature and poetry before this time –most notably in Dante’s Inferno – but these depictions of the devil were always monstrous. Dante’s Satan is a three-mouthed beast keeping his sinner’s constantly in pain, trapped in Hell himself instead of reigning over it, and this is where Milton’s Satan hit the streets and changed character archetypes for good.

Because Milton’s Satan was hot.

Sure, he was evil, proud, vain, impulsive and did terrible things, but he was also charismatic, beautiful, graceful, funny, with all the best lines in the poem. He was “a lonely rebel…[and] an appealing, sympathetic deviant.”

And – I can’t stress this enough – nobody had ever done that before in Western writing.  “[Milton] transformed the way evil was depicted in Western texts and cultural imagery,” and also created the hero-villain archetype, something we now often refer to as an antihero.

On top of that though, Milton’s Satan was deceptive (literally a shapeshifter!), impulsive, had an incestuous family, and made sex sinful by making it lustful (Milton’s thesis over and over in his writing is that sex is great as long as nobody feels lust lol). He was also a loser, haha – he lost every battle he fought, and is in some ways regarded as a caricature of the epic odyssey hero, but look, I’m not going to get into all of that here.

Milton’s Satan is a tragic struggle between the entirely villainous and the entirely heroic.

Let’s just grab a quote from the excellent paper Miltonic Influences in Gothic Victorian Literature:

“As a rejected, troubled child of God, Satan decides to forcefully take what he thinks he should have by birthright. When he does not succeed, he decides to corrupt God’s new children…Satan is narcissistic, vain, proud and jealous. However, he is also remorseful and aware of the wrongness of his actions. He alone thinks he cannot be pardoned for the sins he commits so he forcefully pushes forward in his need for revenge. At the same time, Satan shows disturbingly human characteristics, but also inexplicable immorality. Just when one thinks one can reach a humane reason for Satan’s behaviour, one is left baffled by how evil he actually is.”

The important thing to remember about your Milton’s Satan archetype is that he was not just invented as a means of Milton’s grappling with autocracy and anti-authority sentiment, he was also really Milton’s way of grappling with humanity.

He leaves Adam and Eve as the Biblical heroes of the story, which makes them hard to engage with. What Milton wanted with Satan was to lean into the fallen angel element of him and show him as a character with the capacity for both good and evil, and the tendency to choose evil, thus making him both ultimately tragic, but also more human than the human characters. He was a way for Milton to explore what he felt were his own sins and moral failings, and in the process of that, became a way for readers to explore that too.

Evolution of Milton’s Satan

Milton’s Satan as an archetype has grown a lot over the years since his invention. Even by the time gothic literature started being ‘officially’ written a century later, the character archetype really existed on a spectrum, with some Milton’s Satan’s such as Ambrosio in Matthew Gregory Lewis’ 1796 novel, The Monk leaning more villain than hero, and the Monster in Mary Shelley’s 1818 novel, Frankenstein, who’s cast out by his maker and not given the chance he needs in life to be good. The Monster lacks a lot of Milton’s Satan’s typical traits like pride and self-love, but he continues the archetype’s throughline of being a cast out child who out of loneliness, becomes vengeful against the authority that rejected him and ultimately depraved/

Like I said, this archetype underpins all antiheroes today, and there’s a lot of writing about characters as wide-ranging as Hannibal Lector to Batman as being owing to Milton’s Satan, so there’s heaps out there to read if you’re interested, but yes! Let’s talk a little about Lestat.

Lestat as Milton’s Satan

Trying to keep this short(ish, anyway, haha): I really do think Lestat is born out of this archetype. Lestat’s an anti-authority character – an enormous part of which stems from his father’s autocratic and abusive reign of the household, and the feeling of abandonment by God when his father pulled him out of the church where he’d learn to be a priest only to continue his abuse. Lestat in that sense also faces rejection from three ‘God’s’ / makers not just one one – his spiritual God, his biological father, and later Magnus as his vampiric maker.

Interestingly too, Miltonic Satan’s remain heavily tied to their maker’s even after their rejection. In that paper above on Miltonic Influences in Gothic Victorian Literature, they note:

“The Satanic hero or the hero-villain is a dark, troubled and mysterious individual. He is shaped by life experiences and traits which he inherits from his maker.”

Something the show has reminded us a few times now. Lestat’s grounding in trauma and abandonment is steeped in the Miltonic trope of rejection by authority leading to rejection of authority, but even beyond that, Milton’s Satan is impulsive, morally weak, self-centered, proud, vain, lonely, beautiful but also, vitally, has a capacity for real good and an ability to love (and, more often, lust, haha). He’s a hero-villain that ultimately draws the viewer in because he’s exceptionally human in his monstrousness, and that is what is at the heart of the Milton’s Satan archetype. He’s evil but he’s human in a way traditional villains were robbed of, and similarly, he’s good but he’s human in a way traditional heroes weren’t allow to be, and to me that is Lestat in a nutshell.

[kittenfangirl20]

Wicked AU

(This AU will have some spoilers for Wicked)

Elphaba: Lucifer

Glinda: Eve

Fiyero: Adam

Nessarose: Emily

Madam Morrible: Sera

Boq: Peter

Dorothy: Vaggie

(This story will have mpreg and polygamy with applepie at the end, this AU will be a combination of different versions, it will also be the few times where I make Sera evil)

All of Oz was celebrating, the Wicked Witch of the West was dead. It was said a girl from another world had melted him with just a bucket of water. As the girl Vaggie made her way back to the Emerald City with her companions there was a party in the Munchkin city her home landed in. They cheered even more when a bubble descended from the sky. Inside was Eve the Witch of the North, she was the same height as the taller munchkins with long silvery blonde hair and silver eyes. Perched on her head with a jeweled crown, on her beautifully curvy and plump frame was a pink gown. The citizens of Oz cried out hoping that the witch was dead.

Eve: Yes, it has been revealed that the girl from another world slayed the witch of the west with a bucket of pure water. He melted leaving only his hat behind.

The crowd cheered as they dragged out an effigy of the Witch of the West, Lucifer. It bore a demented smile that had signature fangs and green skin. Eve knew if Adam was here he would be horrified at seeing this and he wouldn’t be quiet about this.

Eve internally: Oh Luci and Addie, you both deserved better.

Eve was handed a torch and she had to throw it on the effigy which burned. She had to leave, but a Munchkin woman called out to her.

Eve: I’m sorry, what did you say?

Munchkin Woman: I said is it true that he was your friend?

Eve: Yes….. we went to school together and passed by each other once in a while.

Years ago………

While Eve was excitedly arriving at Shiz University, a blonde young man with green skin was escorting his younger sister Emily to the school.

Lucifer: Emily, I have a present for you to show you how much you mean to me.

Emily: What is it Lucifer?

Lucifer pulled out a box and opened it. Inside were a pair of beautiful shoes covered in crystals that made them look sliver, but when the light hit them right they would shift to different colors.

Emily: They are so perfect Lucifer. I will treasure them for the rest of my life.

All Lucifer had to do was stay long enough to see Emily settled in and go back home which he wasn’t looking forward to since their father hated him. Only Lucifer could help Emily push the wheelchair. But someone rudely pushed Lucifer out of the way and grabbed the wheelchair.

Woman: You must be Emily of Munchkinland, let me escort you to your room.

Emily: Brother help me.

Emily cried, unless she trusted the person, she didn’t like someone grab her wheelchair.

Lucifer: LET HER GO!!!!!

The wheelchair flew out of the woman’s hands and glided back to Lucifer, Emily hugged him as she cried.

?: I have never seen such natural talent in magic, you must be my student.

Sera the Sorcery Professor walked out of the shadows with a smile on her face.

Lucifer: I’m sorry, I’m not a student here.

Sera: Nonsense, raw talent like that must be nurtured, I could see you someday meeting the Wizard and becoming a prized advisor to him.

(I will try to update this when I can if people like this)

[princes-and-problems-au]

I like you *Peacocks your Lucifer*

So, I just want to say that this is all fun and games, and nothing should be taken to heart. I do not mean to imply that I can somehow make a better version of Lucifer, or the over all show, this is just a fun thing for me to do! Now that that’s out the way, I have something I need to confess. I did not like Lucifer’s design.

I mean, I guess it was, fine? Like the ringmaster vibe was a cool idea, but it was kind of overshadowed by the fact that most of the things that would signify that was shared by a lot of other characters (ahem, bow ties, suits, etc) I saw somewhere that Lucifer (and by proxy, Charlie) was based off a doll/goat, but again. I don’t really see it. So… redesign!

I decided to trash the goat theme, because as far as I’m aware that’s more related to Satan. Sometimes Lucifer & Satan are interchangeable, but that doesn’t seem to be the case in HH. Instead, I went with a peacock as my main inspo, because they are associated with pride and royalty a lot of the time. I tried to base the outfit off of a ringleader, though I’m not sure if its obvious enough.

I also decided to make two separate color pallets, one that matches Hazbins color scheme (Mainly warm colors, not a lot of bright reds though, there is enough of that in the show) and another that I would use if I made my own universe with this character, you can see it here:

I decided on purple for the clothes, because it often signified royalty, since it was considered an expensive color way back when. I used blues and greens for the 'feathers' and mask so that it reflected more peacock traits.

I think Lucifer has a lor of wasted potential, it said that Charlie has daddy issues, but Lucifer seems nothing but supportive, if a bit distant. He tries his best to accommodate his daughters dreams and doesn't strike me as a 'bad' dad, or one that could cause daddy issues.

I think it would be better if he was shown to be outright hostile to the idea of the hotel, and redemption as a whole. He could be against it because it would mean he was wrong.

In a lot of versions of the Eden story, or at least the one I was taught, Lucifer tempted Eve & Adam with the apple to prove that humans where flawed, and beneath the angels since God had claimed them to be made in their image. Lucifer was prideful in his place as 'the best' and refused to change his views.

This could be a great arc for him in the show about redemption. He could come in saying that humans would never change, being too prideful and stubborn in his actions, only for Charlie to convince him otherwise over time, simultaneously showing the sinners progress and changing her fathers mind. Then, he could learn that being wrong, and admitting to mistakes isn't a bad thing. That he too was flawed, and that didn't make him lesser.

Or something idk. It was a fun challenge to redesign Lucifer, and I just wish that there was more time taken to show personal development in the cast, instead of the time skip. Uhhh, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk lol.

EDIT! forgot to add, but Lucifer is meant to look more ‘angelic’, because he believes he didn’t deserve to be kicked out of heaven, because he ‘did nothing wrong’. In fact, in his eyes, he was right. Adam & Eve were easily seduced to eat the apple, so they obviously aren’t made as the perfect reflection of God. He doesnt think that he did something wrong.

[askapplepie24]

This one is for Adam, though I guess it also asks all of you. I remember you once said Adam that while Angel did some really bad stuff on Earth he was a good person deep down he just couldn’t express it. Here’s the thing though, even though Angel repented of his ways and is doing better NOW, your actions speak louder you can be a good person deep down all you want but if all a person does in life is leave ruin in their wake then, well they aren’t a good person

Now I of course do not mean at all that Angel or any of the residents in Charlie’s hotel are completely hopeless or they will always be bad people. I’m just saying our actions are what define us, in short Angel originally didn’t go to Heaven because he was a bad person in life, like his brother and father.

Adam: Those are good points that are brought up, Angel Dust was good, but he did bad things while alive. Even if he was forced to do them, he still did them. I still believe in his soul and he has the chance to redeem himself. There are Sinners that are beyond redemption like Alastor and the Vees, but I don’t think that Angel Dust is one of those souls. Sir Pentious proved that souls can be redeemed and I have to admit that I was glad to be proven wrong.

Lucifer: Hell doesn’t have be an eternal punishment for some souls, at least that is what Charlie proved. I am honestly amazed at how much has changed in Hell because of her.

Eve: I also think that the views on Hellborn should be given a second look at well. Some of them are good people who are stuck in Hell because that was where they were born. Look at Charlie, if anyone truly deserves Heaven, it is her.

[justmochi]

resolutions

pairing :: mira x wonwoo

word count :: 1.3k

synopsis :: mira and wonwoo finally speak to each other.

time :: 2019

warnings :: angst

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Siyeon pouted her lips, pulling Mira into a hug and rubbing her hands up and down her back. “It’s gonna be okay, Plum. I promise.”

She sniffled, trying not to shed anymore tears–or snot–on her clothes. The aftershock of crying so much was all that remained. She thought her breathing would be steady until convulsive hiccups came out of her, taking her breath away.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna be okay.” Mira mumbled, not to reassure Siyeon that she would be fine but to convince herself. If she kept chanting it to herself, then perhaps it would eventually become true.

Mira’s phone suddenly buzzed with an alert. Siyeon swiftly turned her head, patting the girl on the back before letting her go. She got up and grabbed the phone that was on the verge of falling behind the desk. When she picked it up, there was a faint smile on her face.

Mira wiped her face with her sleeve, spasming again before air entered her lungs and she could speak. “What is it?”

Siyeon handed her phone to her, leaning in to give her a half hug and patting the top of her head. “I’m just outside if you need me.”

Mira watched her leave and shut the door. Her phone was facing down on her lap and she had to mentally urge herself to flip it over, unsure of whether she would be met with good or bad news. But there was a little hope still lingering deep within her. And when she turned her phone over and saw the first notification, she didn’t feel her heart collapse or break all over again. Instead, it was just steady.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to miss your call. We were a bit busy at practice and finally got to take a break. Are you okay?

She quickly responded to him, telling him she was okay and wanted to talk to him on the phone and asked if he was free to call. He was. As soon as he told her, she wasted no time in pressing the call button.

She was scared while waiting for him to answer. As soon as he did, he called her name. She missed hearing her name falling off his lips.

“Mira?”

“Hi.”

“You sound stuffy. Is everything alright?” He breathed before speaking under his breath. He didn’t think she could hear him, but she was able to piece it together. “Of course it’s not. Why did I even ask that?”

“I’m okay. Better now that I hear your voice.”

“Mira…”

“I know, sorry. But are you okay?” She didn’t intend to come off like that. It had been weeks and they had forgotten how to speak to each other. 

“I’ve had better days.” He sighed into the line. “I’m sorry, Mira. I thought I was doing the right thing by giving you space. That’s what everyone told me to do. But… I don’t know. I should have given you space while checking in more, but I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have.”

She didn’t know what else to say. No amount of rehearsing could have prepared her for this conversation. “It’s oka–”

“It’s not okay. You’re hurting and you don’t deserve it. I tried to do the right thing and I hurt you.”

Tears pooled in her eyes again. She was getting tired of crying. “You did do the right thing, Wonwoo. And you’re right. I am hurting, but I’ll get through it like I do everything.”

He was quiet for a few beats, like he didn’t expect her to confirm how hurt she was. “I just wish I had done something different. Anything that would have made this easier for both of us.”

It didn’t seem like he regretted breaking things off with her. She hated that thought, but she also hated the outcome if they had only drifted apart because of their schedules. She couldn’t imagine what things her mind would conjure up if that happened. But she was certain that it would be much worse than this current pain. She too wondered if there was anything he could do or say that would have changed the outcome of things. But Wonwoo tried to do the right thing in his own way and she couldn’t be mad at him for that.

“Everything happens for a reason, Wonwoo. If it’s meant to be, it will be. And I hope that’s the case for us because I do really love you. I’m still coming to terms with everything–even though I hate it so much–it’s gonna suck but I–” Her lips quivered, voice breaking as she tried to hold herself together. “I trust that you did what you thought was best for the both of us. For you. For me.”

“I hope I did too, but I’m finding it hard to believe it myself.” His tone went flat and she could imagine him staring off like she did. “You’re an amazing person. It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you.”

She would’ve been happy if he’d only called her an amazing person. That would have been enough for her to hear. But hearing him say he was in love with her felt like a stake in the heart.

She smiled, but it was painful. “And you’re a good man, Wonwoo. I try not to expect anything from men because the bar was always so low for me. But you’ve treated me so well, even from the beginning that I wondered if it was all just in my head. You just seemed too good to be true for someone like me. You–You’re the best guy I know next to my dad.”

“Mira,” He breathed and she could tell his voice trembled a bit. “You deserve everything that is good in this world. I cherish every bit of you, even the parts you consider broken. You’re deserving of it all. I… want to love you in the best way I can. But that time is not right now.”

“I know. I’m trying my hardest to understand.”

They fell into an agonizing silence before Wonwoo cleared his throat. “I know I don’t deserve it, but I still care so much about you. You’ve made so much of an impact in my life that I can’t imagine you not being in it because of this.”

She smiled, bringing her knees to her chest and her cheeks catching fire. “I feel the same way. So friends?”

“Friends.”

Mira hated the idea of just being friends, because no matter what, Wonwoo was her first love. He taught and showed her just how earth-shattering love can be, no matter how much she believed she was unworthy. She found fresh hope in the possibility that he would be hers again someday. But now she just had to be okay with the fact that they would just be friends, but it was hard for her to see him in a platonic way after he managed to bring down all her walls.

“I-I still believe in you. It doesn’t matter to me how long it’ll take. I’ll be patient because I still believe in us.”

He started to speak before someone interrupted him. She assumed that his break was over and had to return to his practice. He sighed like he wanted nothing more than to stay on the line with her.

“I’m sorry Mira, I have to get back to practice now. But I promise you that I’m going to become better for you. Can I text or call you when I get home?”

“Yeah, of course.” Her chest tightened at his promise. “Be careful, okay?”

“I will. Talk to you soon.”

She couldn’t find it in her heart to hang up, so after a second, he did the honors. Mira felt significantly better than before the call. She was hopeful. And she prayed that she had already gotten past the worst of it. Then she wondered to herself what Wonwoo could possibly need to work on to be better for her. She loved him and all his flaws. She would take him as he was any day. If he was going to work on himself for her, then she was going to do the same for him.

[mk-wizard]

Top 15 Games that SHOULD get a 100% Reboot/Restart

Hi. I felt like doing something positive especially after my last post, so as a follow up, here is a list of games that I think should get the reboot treatment. And when I say reboot, I don’t just mean remake with fancier graphics and bonus features. I mean restart altogether with fresh new storylines that go their own way though in some specific cases, all they need is a new look. Note that this is my subjective opinion and nobody here has to agree with it. It’s just a fun suggestion.

1- Metal Gear - I don’t mean Metal Gear Solid, I mean Metal Gear in general. In fact, I think the “Solid” should be retconned entirely because it not only stopped being about Solid Snake who is the hero, he was done dirty with a pathetic ending and the only sequels we get now are prequels. Not to mention the constant drama and tragedy became nauseating. My advice is to restart from the beginning by rebooting the games that date back to the NES as are with better writing and then after that, only do a half-reboot of Metal Gear Solid and then go its own way while respecting Snake as a main character. Solid Snake is a staple in war themed games and set the standard of how we create them. He should REMAIN the main character and have his endings always remain open with him still standing with dignity.

2- Dino Crisis - I don’t think I need to say much here. Everyone is dying to see this game get remade and it’s not hard to see why. With the exception of the third game and the spin off, Dino Crisis 1 and 2 are amazing. They are dinosaur themed games that actually feel like survivor horror games and not like shooter games with the dinosaur gimmick. This series deserved a reboot and a third game that gives it proper closure.

3- Parasite Eve - Like Metal Gear, this series did dirty to its main character (Aya Brea) in such a way that they wrote themselves into a corner. Only the first game feels unique and special while the second and third instalments have an identity crisis, a confusing weapons and spell system, and a tank control that never belonged. Only the first game should stay as is with a simple remake and then, its sequels should actually be true sequels that keep the battle, spell and control system as are. Let’s just forget that PE2 and The Third Birthday ever happened.

4- Silent Hill - Let’s be honest. Harry Mason is the most underrated male protagonist in survivor horror because unlike all the others, he is not a man of action, not a badass and very relatable for it. He is a widower, a writer, a pacifist and one heck of a dad who literally jumped into the underworld to save his daughter. Now, while I like a lot of the sequels, this series lost its way. With the exception of Silent Hill 2, I think Harry and his daughter should have remained the main protagonists of the series. Harry is proof that real men come in all flavors and having one like him is different while still showing the best attributes of masculinity.

PS: I know Silent Hill 1 got a reboot, but it was bad. Period.

5- Turok - Before there was Dino Crisis (and I’m not discrediting it), there was Turok. The titular hero who might I also add is aboriginal which is a very underrepresented group in fiction period who literally kills dinosaurs with his bare hands. He is a badass and he while he has gotten reboots before, none of them hit the mark yet, but creators should not give up on him. He is worth the effort and if they keep trying, they will strike gold.

6- Castlevania - This series is ICONIC and nobody ever gets tired of it. It should make a comeback and it is one of the few series where being 3D would make it better. And considering that medieval settings in video games is all the rage now, it would be great to see Simon Belmont back in action. Heck, I would even be open to seeing a Belmont fighting evil in our modern times in 3D.

7- The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time - Now, I stand by that this series doesn’t need a reboot, I think this game specifically should get a remake because it is a great game that reshaped the series into how we know and love it now, but it was very buggy and the graphics were not that great even for their time. Everything else about it is great, but it does need a facelift.

8- Prototype - A forgotten gem if there ever was one. This series is unique in that it is the one game where you play as the monster who is also an anti-hero. Yet again, its series did its main character (Alex Mercer) dirty though on top of that, left too many questions unanswered. This series needs a reboot with a much better storyline. If you haven’t seen it, play the first game and you’ll see my point.

9- Tomb Raider - Now, we can all agree that this series has lost its way. While I am all for origin stories and I admit it makes sense for Lara Croft to not be hardened or toughened up from the start. Keeping her as a weak frightened girl doesn’t make her realistic nor does it make her a likeable heroine. And I am woman enough to admit that being athletic, confident, daring and badass is a part of Lara Croft’s character. I don’t want her to be realistic. I want her to be cool and fun to play. This series needs to go back to its roots when it was fun and Lara was allowed to shamelessly be herself.

10- Dead Rising - Another case of a game losing its way and its main protagonist becomes someone they’re not. The second instalment was the only game that felt true to what the series is supposed to be and even then, it felt like a spinoff not a part of the main story because Dead Rising is Frank West’s story. Another thing that also stood out about this game is that unlike most zombie themed games, the main character is not only not a fighter, he’s a total lover in all the great ways. Frank is (or rather, was) compassionate, honest and it isn’t for nothing that you only got the best ending when you would save everyone. Heck, he would save people who tried to kill him. This series should get a total reboot and a total rewrite after game 1. And can we please not give Frank a heart of stone? Him being loving is what made him great.

11- ObsCure - Another lost gem with a unique premise and group of protagonists. This game plays up our childhood fear of the dark because the monsters in this game literally are allergic to the light and the setting is in a highschool. It feels like Scream meets the Blair Witch Project making it a lot of fun, and the monsters are so delightfully creepy. Plus, the story was compelling. Sadly this series only got one sequel which was actually great, but never got that third instalment that would wrap everything up. I say we give this series a reboot, so it can finally finish what it started.

12- Resident Evil Outbreak - I know this is a spinoff series, but it’s one of the best in the series. It fills in a lot of gaps in the main storyline and any game that allows you to have your own tyrant fighting alongside you is awesome. It also has a multiple ending system which was well done and very rewarding when you get the best ending. I think this should get the reboot treatment and even have a third game that expands the aftermath further.

13- Resident Evil Dead Aim - Another one of the best spinoffs in the RE series because it expands the story specifically in how tyrants are made and how the variants work. And to be honest, I even liked the characters. I would love see new life breathed into this compelling game even if it just remains the only one of its kind.

14- Days Gone - I don’t care what anyone says. Any game that allows to play a biker with the spirit of an honourable warrior is badass. Also, can we talk about how this is one of the few games where the main protagonist is married and remains loyal to his wife even long after?! He may be white, male, straight and Christian, but he is still pretty progressive and embodies the BEST part of masculinity. The parts that drive a man to be romantic, noble and heroic. This game with extremely misjudged to the point of bigotry and it deserves a proper reintroduction because it was going places.

15- Half-Life - This series helped Valve get its jump start and it had the most unique and most iffy type of protagonist in an action/sci-fi game possible yet worked: a scientist. After all, who expect the skinny nerd with the big thick glasses to save the day? Yet, it worked and this game has tons of monsters that became iconic in video game lore. What’s really sad is that a third game was in works, but never saw the light of day. I say we reboot this series and give it the chance to honour its promise to give that third game at long last.

Bonus - Other honourable mentions here are Left 4 Dead because Back 4 Blood stinks, Alone in the Dark though I hear a reboot is in the works, Doom, Devil May Cry and the right way please, Bloody Roar, The Suffering, Fatal Frame, The Evil Within and any other fantastic game series that either went bad due to bad sequels or never got the chance to keep going.

[sheisntyouspam]

i now have 100 pages LEFT (i was up till 3 why am i not done yet)

more opinions + changed opinions (spoilers chapter 22 to chapter 60):

okay look i still love savannah x rohan BUT IM NOT SO OBSESSED ANYMORE

savannah is kinda annoying guys please don’t attack me

love love love rohan he’s so funny and so GASIVAAK

ALSO DOES MY GUY EVEN REALISE HOW IN LOVE HE SOUNDS WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT SAVANNAH??

anywho idk where that ship is going but i do ship

GRAYSON MY LOVE PLEASE IM CRYING I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

THE LYRA GRAYSON SCENES I CANT BEIAGWKWB

HIM PICKING HER UP

HIM HELPING HER COME BACK FROM THE MEMORIES

THEM SOLVING ‘WHAT BEGINS A BET? NOT THAT?’

JUST KISS ALREADY

but can i just say that gray has developed so much as a character, he’s so much more open with people now and it’s kinda annoying when lyra shuts him out cause he’s so vunerable with her and shared with her (i actually cried about this last night)

gigi is loml

stop underestimating her you assholes she’s way better than you

im warming up to knox i used to despise him

brady is good but i DO NOT SHIP HIM AND GIGI

FRIENDSHIP IS CUTE BUT NO SORRY

odette stop third wheeling brother please HAHA

okay now some analysis (i’m not completely useless guys)

i can’t rank them on who i want to win based on there reasons (cause i’m still pretty useless)

but i can look at there reasons and say whether I THINK they deserve to win or not (my opinions fellas):

-> rohan (my man is fine): rohan has a reason, the devil’s mercy is all he’s ever had and he needs the money or he’s going to get kicked out onto the streets where he was when he was FIVE. so valid reason

-> savannah (not a fan): man i don’t even know about this girl… i’ve heard spoilers like BAD BAD SPOILERS ABOUT WHAT SHE DOES and that makes me hate her even more. she said she’s doing it for her father, bbg daddy is dead and was a bitch x

-> gigi (CUTIE): like i said in my other post, i was initially rooting for gigi. she doesn’t really have a clear reason but i feel like seeing everyone underestimate her does give her a reason. like my girl i believe in you but for the people that don’t it’s a good chance for her to prove them wrong

-> brady (good): brady has a reason. a very very valid reason. he deserves it he needs it

-> knox (getting better): idk knox’s reason get so i can’t say anything

-> odette (third wheeling granny): she said she’s dying?? not sure in what sense she means that helppp but yeah she probs needs it, she’s very mysterious though icl

-> lyra (my husband’s gf): yeah she also has a reason. the house she was raised in is being sold and she doesn’t want that - for her brother (was it??) as well - so lyra needs the money

-> GRAY (LOVE OF MY LIFE MY MAN MY HUSBAND): my guy is rich as hell he don’t need the money, bae is only there for lyra otherwise i’m pretty sure he don’t give a shit

thats all till now ((STILL NO EVE THANK GOODNESS) i’ve read spoilers though)

(i love you grayson)

[sesamestreep]

New Taylor Swift prompts! 16, Matt/Foggy

16. I’ve missed you all this time (from this prompt list) I don't know what this is, but it's technically set in the 60s, even though I did not make that explicitly clear anywhere in the text and it serves no purpose beyond just...vibes. I mostly just wanted to write silly new year’s fic, don’t worry about historical accuracy or world-building, everyone be cool! happy 2024, you silly and sultry geese! on ao3 here 🥂✨

Matt can still hear the noise of the party, barely dampened even when he's several rooms removed. He’d be able to hear it from the lobby of the building, truth be told, but here he can still make out conversations without having to focus that hard. He tries to direct his senses somewhere else—somewhere with less overlapping chatter and clinking glasses and shuffling feet over plush carpets—and breathe deep, so that maybe he can regain some equilibrium and hopefully go back to the party in a few minutes and act normal. It’s almost midnight, after all, and who goes to a New Year’s Eve party just to ditch out before midnight?

“Matthew Augustus Murdock,” a voice calls out from the far end of the paneled hallway.

“Not my middle name,” Matt says, smiling, “as you already know.”

“But wouldn’t it be better if it was?” Foggy asks, as he slides down to sit next to Matt. 

“Yes, I imagine I’d have lived a much easier and more successful life, if only my middle name was…what was it again?”

“Albert,” Foggy says, “or something. Who cares?”

“Good point,” Matt says, pressing his shoulder into Foggy’s happily. “How’d you find me?”

“I used the one and only superpower God graced me with: I’m like a homing pigeon for you specifically. I always know where to find you. It’s eerie, frankly, and damned useless, but—“

“Not to me,” Matt interjects, too readily. “I mean, for what it’s worth.”

Foggy nods, his overly long hair that he keeps meaning to get cut rasping over his shirt's stiff collar as he does. “That’s a good point.”

“I make those occasionally.”

“Occasionally,” Foggy repeats in a comically shrill, tiny voice, like he’s doing an impression of a cartoon mouse, for whatever reason. He’s a little drunk, clearly, which Matt could tell from the way he’s talking and the way he’s moving and the way he smells and, well, that’s probably enough evidence. 

“If I’m ever in trouble, I know who to call,” Matt says, which is maybe too honest, but Foggy doesn’t have to know that.

“You wouldn’t even have to call, Matt,” Foggy replies, solemnly grasping his shoulder. “If you’re ever in trouble, I’ll know and I’ll come running.”

“I would pay real money to see you actually run anywhere.”

“You’d have to, my man. I imagine it would take a massive breakthrough in science for you to see anything at all, and those things tend to cost a pretty penny,” Foggy says, grandly. “And also, on a much more serious note, go fuck yourself.”

Matt laughs and collapses against Foggy’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, I just know how much you hate running.”

“Which means you’ve entirely missed the inherent capital-R romanticism of me offering to do it for you! Classic Murdock. Absolute philistine behavior. I should expect it by now.”

“Your gallantry is wasted on me,” Matt agrees, still doing that thing of being too honest.

“I know,” Foggy sighs, theatrically, “and yet, here I am.”

“Why are you here, anyway?”

“Missed you, came looking. Same as ever.”

“Aw,” Matt says, leaning into his side even more. “You’re right, I really don’t deserve you.”

“I never said that. You said that,” Foggy says, poking him. “But anyway, I lied and the real answer to your question is that I got tired of girls coming up to me and asking where my handsome friend had got to.”

Matt knows two things with a decent degree of certainty: Foggy hadn’t been lying when he gave his first answer (Matt would have heard it in his heartbeat and likely noticed any other number of tells that Foggy has when he does lie, besides) and that no one would have had to ask him to go looking for Matt after he disappeared. His joke about homing pigeon-like tendencies is more truthful than either of them would like to acknowledge. When Matt goes missing—as he very frequently does at these types of things—Foggy always comes to find him. Matt’s been doing this since way before he met Foggy—having overly heightened senses does not make crowded social functions more manageable in general—but he can probably admit that he does it more now that he knows someone will come looking for him.

He also knows that girls like Foggy a lot more than Foggy thinks they do. He’s always talking about how girls seek him out to get in with Matt, but Matt doesn’t really believe that. There have been a few girls, here and there, certainly enough that Foggy’s right to be a little paranoid about it, who have turned their sights from Foggy to Matt, which on top of being unkind is just bad business sense. Anyone with a brain in their head would see that Foggy’s the better option of the two of them. And Matt’s got plenty of flaws, but he’d certainly never take up with anyone who hurt his best friend, so it doesn’t work out the way anyone hopes it will, anyway, when they do. Still, he's sure Foggy could have found a nice girl to keep him entertained until Matt got back to the party, if he put his mind to it, and that maybe he'd just been looking for an excuse to duck out himself when someone asked about Matt.

“This is where I got to,” Matt says, with a slightly pathetic shrug.

“Who says I meant you?” Foggy asks, absently. “I have other friends that are handsomer than you!”

“Not only do you not have a single handsomer friend in all the world,” Matt says, belatedly unsure if ‘handsomer’ is even a word, but otherwise too confident to turn back, “you don’t even have another friend at this party.”

“I’m exceedingly charming, Matthew,” Foggy over-enunciates. “Everyone at this party is my new best friend.”

Matt loops his arm through Foggy’s and leans his head back against the wall. “Sounds like I’ve got a lot of competition.”

“You’re not having fun?” Foggy asks, the change of topic so sudden and his tone so unexpectedly serious that Matt has a brief moment of confusion that he means with this joke they’ve got going. It takes a second to realize he means at the party in general.

“It’s fancy.”

“Too fancy, you mean…”

“You know I don’t go in for all this stuff,” Matt says, shrugging. 

“Like I do, you mean?” Foggy asks, lightly, even though Matt can feel him warming with embarrassment. 

“Like I used to,” Matt clarifies, and trusts his meaning to be clear.

“Right,” Foggy says, and the tone in his voice is the one he uses exclusively when he refers to Matt’s ex-girlfriend from junior year who almost caused him to drop out. “Fair enough, I suppose.”

“You can head back. Really, I don’t mind. I just need a few more minutes.”

“No, you’re right. It’s…a bit stuffy, isn’t it?” Foggy muses. “I mean, I didn’t even know people still had apartments like this, outside of, well, the Rockefellers.” 

The apartment belongs to the parents of one of their friends from law school and the only reason they have free rein over the place is because the parents are vacationing in Aspen with friends. Even without being able to see it, Matt can tell it’s a swanky place. The rug he’s currently sitting on is so plush that he can basically sink his entire hand into it. Every table he passed on his way to this hiding place smelled so strongly of Pine-Sol that there has to be a maid on staff, if not a team of them. He’s fairly certain this random hallway he discovered is actually a back passage to the kitchens, so the servants don’t have to be seen coming and going. He's not sure if he asked their host about it that they'd even know it existed. And Matt’s shoes, as well as most of his clothes, are secondhand.

“You were having fun until I made you feel bad,” Matt says, tucking his chin onto Foggy’s shoulder and trying to look contrite.

“No, I mean—I like having you around, Matt. You keep me honest,” Foggy laughs. “Two and a half years of law school, four years at an Ivy before that, I think I’ve just made peace with having to go to parties in uncomfortable clothes and to make conversation with people I don’t really like. I don’t think I’d call it fun, but it’s a social life of some kind, I suppose.”

“We should have gone to Josie’s,” Matt says, holding onto him too tightly, even with the excuse of a few drinks.

Foggy snorts, thinking of the beloved dive bar they sneak off to in Hell’s Kitchen whenever they can, whenever they’re home. It’s only a matter of blocks to get there, but sometimes, at school, it feels farther away than all that.

“I don’t dare imagine the caliber of our prospects for a kiss at midnight there,” Foggy says, with an exaggerated shudder.

“Can’t be any worse than our prospects here,” Matt replies. 

Foggy whistles, low, under his breath. “You’re going to be disappointing a lot of nice girls with that kind of talk, Murdock!”

“Better to disappoint them now than later,” Matt says, fully burying his face in Foggy’s shoulder now. He gets like this when he drinks. Foggy's used to it.

“Oh, that’s right. You don’t do the whole ‘going steady’ thing anymore,” Foggy says, leaning in conspiratorially. “You’re too damaged and that means you’re never going to get married, so you’d rather not lead anyone on.”

“You say that like it’s not true,” Matt whispers back.

“It isn’t true, you moron!” Foggy laughs. “One day, some beautiful girl is going to turn your head so quick, you’ll have neck problems for the rest of your life!”

“Sounds uncomfortable,” Matt says.

“And I’ll be there,” Foggy continues, like Matt didn’t even speak, “laughing.”

“Well, as long as you’ll be there, Foggy.”

“Did I mention you’re a moron?”

“Yes. A few times now, in fact.”

“Then, I’ve done my duty.”

“And what about you?” Matt asks. “When’s somebody going to turn your head?”

“Somebody turns my head every goddamn day, it feels like,” Foggy grumbles. “The problem isn’t my head. It’s everybody else’s.”

“There’s plenty of girls who’d be more than happy to trap you in matrimony.”

“Hmm, well, I’m sure that’s true enough,” Foggy replies, thoughtfully. “I guess it’s more about finding someone you wouldn’t mind being trapped with.”

“And you haven’t found her yet, I take it?”

“No,” Foggy says, sadly. The girl he dated for most of their sophomore year—the one everyone had been certain Foggy was going to end up marrying—had just gotten engaged last month. Foggy still wasn’t entirely over it, Matt was pretty sure.

“And you’re certain she’s not here?” Matt asks, encouragingly.

“Unlikely,” Foggy says. “None of the girls here would be caught dead with me in the daylight. One of them might be unscrupulous enough to let me kiss her at midnight, though.”

“So, go back,” Matt replies. “Find the girl in that room with the lowest standards and lay one on her!”

“I will if you will.”

“I don’t know this for sure, but I do have serious doubts that any girl in the room will let the both of us kiss her at midnight.”

“I meant, you should—you know what I meant!” Foggy exclaims, embarrassed again. 

“I was trying to be funny!”

“‘Trying’ being the operative word there…”

Matt sighs. “What’s the point of kissing someone at midnight when there’s almost no chance of seeing them ever again after tonight?”

“You’ve just described the point yourself! It’s just for fun, to start the year off right! There’s no pressure!” Foggy says, disbelieving. "What’s gotten into you? I thought zero expectations romance was your specialty!”

“Maybe I’m just not a New Year's kind of guy.”

Foggy hums thoughtfully. “Can I tell you my theory?”

“Your theory? About what?”

“About you, and New Year's, and all of that.”

“Oh. Sure. Go ahead.”

“I think you’re afraid,” Foggy says.

“Afraid?” Matt asks. “Of…New Year’s Eve?”

“You don’t want to participate in these silly little rituals, like kissing someone at midnight, because you’re secretly terrified that something good is going to happen to you, and then you won’t know what to do with yourself.”

“Really, Foggy. Be serious!”

“I am serious,” Foggy replies, casually. “You’re scared of being hit over the head with it again.”

“Hit over the head with what?”

“Love,” Foggy says, simply. “You felt it once and it nearly derailed your whole life, so now you avoid any situation where you might accidentally meet someone interesting or have more feelings than you’ve carefully rationed out for yourself for that particular day.”

Matt swallows, feeling utterly exposed. It’s not something he would have been able to say for himself an hour ago, but the words feel true to him coming from someone else. He doesn’t like anybody knowing him well enough to know all of that, though, and if it wouldn’t be so utterly obvious, he’d pull away from Foggy right now just to be safe. Like that would even help, he thinks reluctantly.

“You missed your calling not going into psychiatry, Foggy,” he says, stiffly, once he’s gathered his wits enough to form sentences.

Foggy’s hand, warm and a little damp, closes over Matt’s where it’s still resting on his arm. Matt wants nothing more than to flinch away from it, but he controls the urge in the interest of saving face.

“Don’t be mad at me,” Foggy says, quietly, like there’s a chance they might be overheard somehow and he wants Matt to be the only one who hears this. “I’m just trying to tell you that, in avoiding fun and frivolous things, you are not sparing yourself from being hit over the head. If you’re meant to get hit over the head, it’ll happen whenever and wherever Cupid so chooses. It’ll happen at the deli or the bank or while you’re waiting for the bus. Which means that the only thing you’re ultimately sparing yourself from is fun and frivolity, and that’s a stupid way to live your life. That’s all.”

“I think you just called me a moron again,” Matt says, weakly. He doesn’t know what else to say. The rest of it is...too much to consider.

“I called you stupid, actually, but I see your point.”

In the distance, Matt hears the noise of a crowd of people all simultaneously trying to shush each other, with limited success. He imagines even Foggy can hear it too a moment later when they all begin counting aloud.

“Last chance…” Matt says, tipping his head backwards in the direction of the room where everyone’s gathered.

“It doesn’t matter,” Foggy says, apropos of nothing, as far as Matt can tell. He’s about to ask what he means when Foggy continues, anyway. “I have someone who meets your criteria.”

“My criteria?”

“Yeah. You’ll only accept a kiss from someone you’ll see again after tonight, right?”

“Uh, I don’t think I said ‘only’, I just meant—”

“Too bad,” Foggy says, as the countdown reaches its conclusion. “Happy New Year.”

Matt’s halfway through formulating a question or an objection of some kind, which is the only reason he turns in Foggy’s direction at that moment. It’s clear from the noise of surprise Foggy makes that he absolutely had no intention of kissing Matt right on the mouth and was probably, in fact, aiming for his cheek, trying to be funny and charming after Matt was such a spoilsport about the whole kissing at midnight thing. If Matt hadn’t moved, there’s no doubt in his mind that that’s what Foggy would have done and then it would have been over and they’d already be laughing about it and moving on. But Matt did move and, even awkwardly off center, Foggy is kissing him on the mouth right now and they’re both just frozen like that, shocked and useless.

Matt doesn’t give himself much credit for genius. He’s reasonably smart, and can be even smarter if he applies himself to a subject and really studies up on it, but there’s plenty of people in any given room smarter than he is, most of the time. He has his moments, though, and this is one of them. He sees very clearly the two paths available to them. Down one, this moment stretches awkwardly and they allow it to become a source of discomfort and then outright pain that they'll avoid talking about for years, or maybe possibly forever. Regardless, it has the power to ruin their friendship and Matt simply can't abide that. Down the other, they don’t flinch from it and they don’t make it any stranger than it has to be and it becomes one weird but not fully objectionable moment in their long and storied relationship. They’re not going to trot it out as an anecdote at parties, sure, but they’re not going to become crazy about denying it happened either. If Matt can steer them in the direction of the latter, he thinks maybe it will all be okay, but it’s going to require him not to make matters worse. For whatever reason, the only way he can think to not do that is by kissing Foggy back.

It’s immediately apparent that, momentary genius or no, while it does not technically make things worse, it also does not make them better. Then again, Foggy makes a sort of interested noise as he feels Matt return the kiss, which Matt is infinitely better off for knowing about and having heard and being able to think about some other time when he’s alone preferably. 

They don’t take it any farther than just that. They’re not necking in some random person’s hallway or doing anything truly objectionable. They just stay there, mouths pressed together so that Matt can smell (and sort of taste) the champagne Foggy’s had and the last cigarette he smoked and a hint of that sugary gum he always chews, even though he hasn’t had a piece since before they came to the party. It mostly feels, more than anything else, like they’re breathing together and it’s not sexy the way wild, passionate groping in the dark can be, but it’s intimate in its own unique way. Matt, against his own better judgment, puts a hand on Foggy’s cheek, and he doesn't really know why beyond just really wanting to and that seems to be reason enough.

Foggy doesn’t try to slip his tongue into Matt’s mouth—despite the alarming reality that the moment Matt realizes that’s not what he’s doing, he also realizes he’d let him—or try to escalate matters one bit. His hand is still grasping Matt’s collar from when he first pulled him in, but his other one doesn’t roam. His lips, still pressed to Matt’s, only move to exert a little more pressure and to alter the angle at which they meet slightly. He takes precisely zero liberties and makes no effort to get fresh with him at all. It’s very gentlemanly, and Matt doesn’t know what to do with himself because it doesn’t feel awkward or fumbling at all. It feels like restraint, and once he knows that, everything is different.

The tune of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ reaches him from the other room, but it’s drowned out almost entirely by the sound of Foggy’s heartbeat in Matt’s ears. Foggy must hear it too, though, because he breaks their kiss with the worst sort of gentleness, pulling back only enough for them both to have space to breathe but not far enough that Matt can’t feel that breath on his face.

Matt traces his thumb over the curve of Foggy’s cheek before dropping his hand back down into his own lap and licks his lips as he slowly turns away. 

“Happy New Year,” he says, aiming for calm and unaffected and likely missing it by a lot.

“You too,” Foggy says, even though he already said it first. His heart is still beating too fast and too close and too loud for Matt to read his tone, which is too bad, because he’d really like to know how Foggy feels right now and if he feels anything like Matt does.

Because Matt feels like he’s been hit over the head.

✨

[butterpony100]

Ok I have just reached the episode “queen banana” and I’m here to rant about the atrocities that are Chloe Bourgeois “character arcs” cause she deserves better, and how my personal take would go (this is just mostly me ranting and rewriting this dumpster fire to sooth my anger at the writers cause chloe deserved better

The first few seasons has many episodes showing that Chloe was a bully, but also someone with layers. Someone who was raised with no expectations about how she needed to act or who she needed to be with others. As the episodes went on, we were showed how she came to realize that not everything could be handed to her, no matter her schemes to get what she wanted. She was learning that sometimes she needed to give in order to get.

And then- she just regressed to who she was before?? No- she was actually made worse than she was previously.

Now I will not be blaming characters like Zoe for this change, despite her rushed introduction, she has no part in this. The only ones we can hold responsible are the writers who, despite months and even years of planning, apparently had this atrocious character assassination planned from even as far back as “queen wasp”.

So instead I’m changing that cause that’s bs

In season three, Chloe is forced to accept that she messed up her chance to be queen bee, but it’s still a hard pill to swallow. Instead of obsessing over getting it back like in the show, she puts in renewed effort to her personality change (with mixed results). We’d have Zoe introduced in the season 3 finale of miracle queen instead. Chloe would see her half sister, effortlessly kind and considerate, and able to make friends with ease, become frustrated. In those around her and herself. The catalyst to her becoming queen bee would be that she wanted to prove she was “worthy”. Worthy of what? Not eve she is really knows. All she knows is that she’s of no use to any one around her. The rest of the finale kinda goes the same but with a different version of Chloe when deakumatized. She would be drained and upset, mostly at herself, and instead choose to silently go home after returning the bee miraculous when the dust settles. When she gets home, she and Zoe talk. About how Chloe isn’t used to meeting expectations and how Zoe herself has always been forced to meet them. Both begin to teach eachother the benefits of both reaching expectations and letting go of others opinions. We cut Sole Crusher from season 4 completely and have a desperate plot of Zoe getting akumatized to be given a charm by lady bug. Banana queen would change that Chloe, rather than wanting to kick Zoe out of the movie, just wants to be in the movie. The movie has been in production by the class for months and Chloe’s initial reaction left most of them iffy about her joining (she said the same thing that they recounted in the episode) and she would say “well yeah I said that but I didn’t mean it.” And the whole class would be like “ehhhh…” Zoe and Adrien would eventually convince the class to give Chloe a chance. Of course, once the production is underway, Chloe’s old personality slowly resurfaced and similar events from the og episode occur. In the end they go through with their original script like in the episode, and Chloe gets pretty mad, mostly hurt and upset. Later, adrien mentions the promise they made and how he wasn’t sure they could be friend anymore. Chloe would be more visibly upset by his words and, while still dismissing him, would be mush more distraught by the time shadow moth contacts her. Zoe still becomes the new holder of the bee miraculous, but I imagine at some point in the future of this au, Chloe will be able to wear a new miraculous and be given a second chance, just as soon as she finishes her own journey of learning who she is.

Im thinking of calling this au “Sour to Sweet”, and basically reworking Chloe from the ground up with the crumbs of character development the show actually gave us. I’ve also fallen in love with Zoe despite only having her for two episodes, so she’ll probably play a big part as well.

If you have any ideas, feel free to share!

[myinterestsvary-writes]

I have doubts that Amber and Mark’s breakup will go down similarly to how it did in the comics. They probably won’t even break up.

First of all, the subversion of Amber knowing the whole time apparently that he’s a superhero and not letting him off the hook because he should’ve known better to treat her so bad all that time makes Amber look a lot more forgiving and compassionate when they get back together, and also strong-willed. He genuinely hurt her feelings and I can’t say that I was rooting for them when it got tough because I knew it’d be easier for them to just part ways, they BOTH weren’t going about it right if her saying she knew he was a superhero the whole time must be seen as an emotional overexaggeration and not just a writing fumble. When you get that angry with someone it shows that you care A LOT about them from my experiences, it also explains why she hadn’t let go of Mark and gave him second chance after second chance despite it not being good for her. Her knowing shows that Amber is a smart girl, for real, but also temperamental with self respect. She also already almost cheated with the same guy she goes through that whole consideration with in the comics so she probably knows not to get caught up like that again.

Them rehashing her issues with Mark not having enough time for her and making her feel stupid and unimportant would be warranted because him being gone for months in possible upcoming arcs is extreme even if there’s more expectations now of something like that, but they also show in the first two episodes of season 2 how much Mark learned and grew from their rocky period that he caused and that Amber evidently has more faith in him. Maybe what I’m saying is that Amber might be more strong than her comic counterpart and will commit this time. Yet this characterization change could also mean she’d be the one to initiate and, with an absolutely clear mind and with no hesitation, she’ll kick him to the curb eventually too because she can recognize that she doesn’t want the pattern their relationship falls into for herself and maybe they both deserve better depending on how she’ll react to her lingering feelings of abandonment. Even Eve later on in the comics sings similar sentiments to his lack of prioritization of her despite knowing he’s a superhero. It can’t be viewed as selfish either because Mark would think the same way too, so he can’t really blame her. The main reason why Mark wanted to break it off is because he realised that their relationship is on a ticking time bomb, escalated by Eve’s confession that made him aware of so many things about himself.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Following up with this fandom prompt, I'm going into an under-requested but well received fandom on this blog, Servamp!

Send me a fandom and I will name a character:

Who I will protect at all costs: This is a two-way tie between Sakuya and Tsurugi. I could not pick between them because both of them just hit me so right. They make me want to take care of them and want to protect them and make them happy!

Who deserves better: So many of these characters deserved better than the lots they got in life, if I’m to be honest. However, seeing them deal with those and, in some cases, how they’ve chosen to overcome them, makes for some truly fantastic characters.

Who was killed off too early: It’s not that they were killed off too early because there’s no way the story could exist with them still being alive, but I really would have liked to have seen more regarding Mikuni’s mother and that whole situation with her. I think it would make a solid side story to the main manga, along with one focusing on Hyde and Ophelia’s time together.

Who I used to hate but now I love: Something about Mikuni really bothered me when he first showed up. He just gave me some creepy vibes but the further we got into the story and the more we learned about him, the more I started genuinely first liking and then loving him as a character…the fact that he’s also kind of strangely gotten more attractive thanks to slight art style evolution might have helped as well.

Who I used to love but now I hate: Hugh. I had found him absolutely adorable and he was originally my favourite of the Servamps. Though I don’t hate him, per se, he’s definitely a little soured in my view.

Who needs to be killed off asap: Touma. I don’t care about redemption, I don’t care about excuses. I just want to see him dead.

Who is unfairly hated: As with all answers to this and the next question, I will say the same thing as I say for any and all fandoms. Nobody. Everyone is entitled to love or hate the characters they do. These are fictional characters, everyone will interpret and see them in their own way, based on their own biases and reads on the characters and can hate or like the characters they do without having to be ashamed about it.

Who is unfairly loved: See the above answer.

Who needs to sort out their priorities: Tsubaki, honestly. I do feel like it’s just that enough attention hasn’t been paid to really fleshing him out, but I can’t fully get a grip on his priorities or motivations a lot of the time. I do get the argument that he can just be a sort of embodiment of chaos for the sake of chaos, but I also don’t fully get that vibe from him either.

Who needs a hug: If I could, I would hug Sakuya at least five times a day. It goes along with my first answer of who I would protect the most!

Who needs to get out of their current relationship: Okay, I know the fans of this particular ship will kill me. I get their Servamp/Eve dichotomy and I even enjoy it at times but there is a really unhealthy, abusive part of Hyde and Licht’s relationship, if viewed in any subjective or realistic way.

Who the writers love: Mahiru, but as with most stories, this mostly comes down to being the protagonist. I do find him a little bland at times but he’s still an enjoyable character and doesn’t fall square into the ‘bland bitch protagonist’ field so I don’t mind how much of him we do see.

Who needs a better storyline: Not so much a better storyline, and again, I’m not fully caught up to the manga, but I feel like Tsubaki needs…more. I’m not fully sure how to articulate what I mean by that, but I find him stagnant in some ways. I feel like there needs to be more done with him, more of a back-story fleshed out or more sides to him shown.

Who has an amazing redemption arc: I feel like we’re still seeing it but I do feel like Tsurugi, for the time he’s been in the picture, has displayed and had focus given to a lot of character development and it has made him one of my favourite characters because of that.

Who is hot as fuck: He’s a little off-the-wall, but Higan in both his younger and older forms is just super attractive to me.

Who belongs in jail: Honestly, there were a lot of options. There’s a lot of characters who have done some…questionable things. However, my gut still goes with Touma every time.

Who needs to be revived from the dead: If the spoilers I’ve gotten is any indication, I think I got my wish here, but I’ve always thought that Sensei needed to come back, that there needed to be some twist there. I know a big plot line is that Kuro killed him and the fall-out from his action and the vote they took but I feel they jipped us what could be this batshit insane and truly intriguing character in Sensei.

[babycatlix]

content creator year in review (tag game)

i was tagged by @petrichor-han​​​ i love your user btw ​and thank you for tagging me! i’m so honored that i was one of your fave gif makers 😭💖 i’m a little late doing this, but i worked both new years eve and new years day, but better late than never!

first creation & most recent creation:

so ethereal 🥰 – april, 2022: i thought this was just so pretty and this was when i started to have the mindset of “if i like this moment perhaps, someone else will also like this moment!” 

cutie in blue 💙 – january, 2023: this was the first thing i posted for the new year, but it’s not technically my most recent creation... but i love this set so much! he’s so cute and i love his mullet!

one of your favorite creations:

the duality 😳 – april, 2022 & lovely tingle interview boy 🐣  – may, 2022: i love both of these so much! i love the tingle interview one so much that i recently remade the gifs so that they look even better now. 

a creation you’re really proud of:

my sunshine mv series – may, 2022 – present: this was my way of catching up on stray kids content. i made a little series doing all of felix’s moments in their mvs.

a creation that took you forever:

count down to felix’s birthday: D-3: Favorite SKZ Player – Up All Night – september, 2022: this one took so long simply bc of the text that is overlaying across the whole set. someone did ask about it when i posted it, which i answered here and i explain how long it took.

the creation that received the most notes:

some soft hyunlix – july, 2022: as of posting this set has 1,513 notes. it was honestly a silly little set i made and posted for @jinniebit​ bc i thought it would make her feel a little better 🥺

a creation that you think deserves more notes:

not to sound like that person, but i honestly don’t think any of my creations “deserve” notes. sometimes things flop and that’s okay. are there creations i love? of course! that doesn’t mean i think they deserve more notes just bc i love them. i’m happy and grateful for the notes i do get!

a new fandom you joined & a creation you made for it:

so ethereal 🥰 – april, 2022: might be cheating to use my first creation again, but that’s literally what this one was lol

a creation you made that breaks your heart:

post concert high – crying version  😭 – august, 2022: i hate seeing felix cry, BUT he’s so cute here... so i couldn’t help but gif this moment.

a “simple” creation you really love:

fire bender felix – june, 2022: i was browsing the #lee felix tag and someone said that they would love to see “fire bender” felix using his moment from the end of thunderous and the new moment from the circus mv. this creation took me... maybe, 15 minutes? but i love it alot!

a creation that was inspired by another one:

count down to felix’s birthday: D-6: Favorite Lyrics/Verses – september, 2022: i can’t really place which cc it was that inspired me to do this prompt like this, but it was one of my mutuals... i wanna say it was @agibbangs​ but i can’t remember specifically which set of hers it was that inspired me.

a favorite creation created by someone else:

i don’t feel like this is a fair question lol, i have so many favorites from so many different cc’s! plus it’s been such an eventful year, i don’t think i could pick just one anyway.

favorite content creators from the year:

i’ll be tagging mostly artists, gfxs, and gif makers (just in alphabetical order): @agibbangs, @changbeens, @chanrizard, @chanstopher, @cheekyquokka, @geniaparadox, @ggthydrangea, @hanjesungs, @hyunchanz, @jerirose, @jinniebit, @jisungs, @juiceofmoons, @jisungsjaistandjeekies, @khairemisthios, @lee--felix, @leenow, @minzbins, @missyedits, @nevoono, @quokki, @seo-changbinnies, @skz-films, @snug-gyu, @sunnishine, @winterfloral and @yonglixx 

whew we made it! i won’t specifically tag anyone, i know we’re all probably tired, but if you wanted to do this you can! i love you all, i hope you had a good new year! stay safe out there and stay hydrated my friends! 💖

[dire-kumori]

I’m gonna come off anon because character limits suck. I agree that he wouldn’t purposefully put them in danger (especially in a timeloop where he’s trying to be better), more along the lines of when the time comes for him to make whatever preparations he can to face the Reaper (I’m imagining a fucked up Home Alone scenario) Ev and Liz pop up like “you’ve been acting weird. something’s going on and we’re gonna help! :D no you can’t say no.” not understanding the severity of the situation and by this point Mike can’t send them away because *he’s already here*, best to not send them off on their own. By the time it’s all over they share an unshakable bond and horrific trauma over it. Mike takes them to get ice cream.

Also a moment where the Reaper is killing/about to kill Mike and Evan runs up to try to stop him. The Reaper is like “don’t you get it, he deserves it. he killed you!” as part of him trying to pretend this isn’t for his own satisfaction but Evan’s just like “What are you talking about, I’m alive! And Mike’s been a lot nicer, yesterday he helped me fix a rip in Fredbear!” and the Reaper is so stunned and thrown off by the idea that Michael Afton could be anything but a demon, that he could possibly change and improve, that he pauses, giving Mike the opportunity to get away from him, at least for a moment.

Oh yeah, I can see that, especially if Evan's and Elizabeth's memories of the previous loops are less coherent than Michael's. Problem would mainly be Michael fighting against them being there and trying to convince them to leave. And his fears aren't unfounded. He knows on a quiet, instinctual level that the Reaper won't hesitate to hurt or kill innocent kids in order to get to him. I'd need a bit to dig up the relevant posts, but I've had some people suggest scenarios of the Reaper killing Evan in a blind rage for trying to defend young Mike, and also of the Reaper killing Elizabeth as revenge for the Scooper. So just because they're not his main targets doesn't mean that Elizabeth or Evan would be safe from the Reaper's wrath.

Ooooooooh, if you want fucked up Home Alone scenarios, might I suggest this oneshot by @lonelyfreddles? Just be aware that it does get very dark and involve a particularly brutal death.

The first time Evan gets involved, unfortunately, does not go so well for younger Mike or his brother. The Reaper is stunned, having his entire worldview violently upended. Has he changed something by accident? Is there some possibility this younger version of himself isn't the complete monster he believes he is? But rather than pausing or changing from his intended course, he instead flies into a blind rage. When he comes too, the Reaper finds two dead bodies; Evan, and his younger self, slumped over Evan's battered body. Almost as though his very last action was to try to save Evan's life. And then time resets and the tragedy repeats all over again.

Evan's murder at the Reaper's hand ends up being the trigger that has younger Mike switching from defense to offense. Unfortunately, he's got a significant disadvantage in that his future self remembers everything that young Mike has only just begun to plan. Ultimately Michael needs Evan's and Elizabeth's help to defeat his older self, as much as he's against the idea. The only real way for them to outwit the Reaper is for them to outwit Michael as well, something which Evan and Elizabeth are better equipped to do.