#thats how slow a writer i am

[oblivious-aro]

Brief overview of Carrie and Lowell and this project: Carrie and Lowell, released in 2015, is the seventh studio album by Sufjan Stevens. In 2012, Stevens' mother (Carrie) died from stomach cancer. He had a very complicated relationship with Carrie, who suffered from schizophrenia, depression, and alcoholism. She left her first husband when Stevens was a year old and was absent for the vast majority of his life, but from the interviews I've read she seemed to be a relatively pleasant person to be with when she was around.

This album calls upon a lot of symbols and imagery whose meaning seems to be very personal, so it can be difficult to say exactly what is meant by some lyrics, which makes it very interesting to try and interpret some of the nuances of what he's saying.

I've never had someone close to me die, but a lot of the ways Stevens talks about pain and sadness in this album have really resonated with me. Many of these songs are my go-to when I'm feeling down. It's also one of the few albums that I'll listen to front to back.

Since I feel so strongly about these songs, I thought it'd be fun to go through each one and write down what the lyrics mean and how they resonate with me. Starting, of course, with Death with Dignity:

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Spirit of my silence I can hear you, but I'm afraid to be near you And I don't know where to begin And I don't know where to begin Somewhere in the desert there's a forest, and an acre before us But I don't know where to begin But I don't know where to begin

The singer starts off by talking about a presence he is aware of, but hesitant to face (obviously grief and complicated feeling about his relationship with his mother).

He doesn't talk about these heavy feelings with others, and likely doesn't acknowledge even in private (spirit of my silence), but their presence is still constantly felt, and he knows he probably should be doing something about them.

He knows he's neglecting some important things, but his issues feel too big and intimidating to face, so he tries to avoid dealing with them. Again I lost my strength completely, oh be near me tired old mare With the wind in your hair

Of course, just because you aren't dealing your problems doesn't mean they aren't affecting you. These feelings are heavy, and he's carrying them all the time. He may not be properly facing with his feelings, but they are still there and they still drain him.

The mare's been around a long time and the singer still thinks she's beautiful and her presence is a comfort, but she's probably not the same as she once was.

Amethyst and flowers on the table, is it real or a fable? Well I suppose a friend is a friend And we all know how this will end

He questioning a memory here. It's not likely that the flowers (that probably some family member had out on their table when he was a kid), were actually adorned with jewels. His brain is making this memory seem even better than it was, and he's aware of this. The flowers certainly might have felt that decadent at the time, or maybe he's inflating the positive feelings in the present because he wants something pleasant to give him a break from the pain he's in.

In the end he concludes it doesn't matter either way. He's here for comfort and escape, which the image is providing it. Does it matter if the memory is totally accurate? It's only a temporary distraction, he won't be thinking about it for long either way. No point in wasting time worrying about it.

Chimney swift that finds me be my keeper, silhouette of the cedar

He fantasizes about receiving relief from a stranger. He wants someone to stumble upon him and offer him help rather than reach out to someone he already knows. Asking for help can be daunting, and sometimes it's easier to talk to strangers than those that are close to us. Lower stakes.

Not really much to go off of on the cedar bit, but I assume the silhouette is another image whose beauty evokes strong feelings of comfort.

What is that song you sing for the dead What is that song you sing for the dead

At first I thought he was looking for another memory to take comfort in, to distract him. He remembers this one evoking some feelings in him, but he can't quite remember how it goes. Might be a suitable distraction if he remembers how it went and can see what he saw in it again.

Then I realized he's saying he doesn't know what to do to grieve properly. That would tie it back to the whole I don't know where to begin thing. That makes more sense. Both lines even repeat. He seeks reassurance and comfort from past memories a lot in this song, so it fits that he's looking to his past for guidance on grief too, rather than the present.

I see the signal searchlight strike me, in the window of my room Well I got nothing to prove Well I got nothing to prove

This ties in a bit to the chimney sweep and the spirit of my silence bit. He's hiding his feelings from the people around him, and himself (in his hesitancy to properly face them), but he can't run from his feelings forever. He's going to face the feelings he's been pushing away eventually.

Acknowledging them feels jarring, like he's being called out. He's been keeping his feelings hidden for a while, then suddenly they're not.

Maybe bringing things to light wasn't actually as big of a deal as he feared it would be, or maybe he's playing off like he doesn't care to try and minimize the distress.

I forgive you mother I can hear you, and I long to be near you But every road leads to an end Yes every road leads to an end Your apparition passes through me, in the willows and five red hens You'll never see us again You'll never see us again

(Fun Fact: I thought the lyric was But I'm afraid to be near you, sowing that he's drawn to thoughts and memories of his mother, but they can be as painful as they are pleasant. Guess not.) He's reaching for her, even though he knows she's out of reach.

I imagine the hens were on some kind of decoration that he doesn't have anymore (like one of those fancy plates in your grandma's kitchen), rather than actual chickens. His Mother's gone, just like the plate. He's never going to see either of them again. but the memory is so vivid that it almost feels like he can reach them. They feel almost in his grasp.

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Some Final Words: When I listen to this song, an image of a sunny field shows up in my head. The amethyst and flowers are on a wooden table inside a simple wooden house with big windows that gets lots of sunlight. I usually picture the flowers as yellow or purple. The signal searchlight also takes place in a simple wooden house, shining through one of the upper floor bedroom windows at night. It makes sense that the part of the song where he talks about feeling exposed takes place in the most personal room in a house.

Death with Dignity is about Stevens' difficulty facing his grief. Carrie's death left an emptiness that's difficult to fill because of just how little she was actually in his life. Despite her long absences, her relationship with Stevens is still very significant to him, and her absence is very much felt. He grasps at pleasant memories, what little pieces of Carrie he does have, to fill in the hole she left when she died.

Like most of the songs in this album, Death with Dignity ends with a sustained visceral ethereal noise. This one is very choral. It's beautiful but tinged with sadness and longing. Still very gentle, especially compared to some of the later outros.

[upsidedowngrass]

wheres liam gets home fic . wheres liam recovery .. please

[maezysworld]

test subject x the ghoul pt 1

Pairing: cooper howard x fem! cat mutant & sniper reader (thats a mouth full lol)

I've never really written stories like this but i think this is a fun idea so ill try my best anyways please please please msg me if you have ideas and or suggestions (i am sensitive please be nice LMAO)

Warnings: slow burn, writer is dyslexic, might be slightly out of character, a whole lot of guns, not proof read

context: you are part cat due to being experimented on you have the cat ears and eyes along with all there senses (i do plan on making a full backstory)

your on the search for a doctor who has a large sum of caps over his head, you could care less about the caps you don't have a lot to do in this world so you take any opportunity you can to have some fun no matter how risky it could be. considering the amount of caps, you already know it will be quite the task but you don't mind playing with your food.

you've asked around the wasteland a little (not that a lot of people really said anything useful) but any information you got led you to a town called filly. you entered filly walking in trying your best not to draw more attention to yourself, the gasmask your wearing doesn't really help with that but you don't really need people knowing you have animal ears and eyes. you take in your surroundings as you walk with a crowd looking for the highest most excluded building you could see when a ghoul catches your eyes, you walk a bit slower admiring him for a moment watching him roll a vile in between his fingers before snapping out of your trans and picking up you pace again.

you get to the top of the building staying low to the ground making sure no one sees you up here before laying on your stomach and pulling out your sniper riffle. you sit and watch everything for about 7 minutes until a familiar doctor falls into you glance. you don't even bother lining up your scope to his head, you don't feel the need to someone else is bound to get him after you shoot him regardless but that's more then okay with you, you don't mind playing a waiting game.

you see him talking to a vault dweller just before an older woman who seems to run a shop approach them, you try you best to listen in but all you can seem to make out is the shop owner saying something about getting out of here. "this gasmask is fucking me over" you whisper with a sigh readjusting your arm a bit to be more comfortable.

suddenly the ghoul stands up, along with a few people just now noticing there's a ghoul in the town as they cautiously speed walk away from the area. the ghoul shouts something about this doctor having a hefty price over his head as almost everyone moves away from the man. a sly smile grows on your face now knowing hes involved with this bounty as well. the shop owner says something and before she can even finish her sentence the ghoul shoots the mans foot off, the poor vault dweller just stands there in fear and confusion, a wave of sympathy overcomes you knowing you were just like her you almost wish you still were.

the old woman shouts "i gotta 1000 bottle caps for who ever kills that fucker!!... but you dont get SHIT if i kill em first!". your not to sure why but after hearing that you start to focus your scope on anyone who starts to even look at him. the ghoul holds his gun out gun on the trigger ready to shoot just waiting for someone to make the first move as he looks around in a circle. a man in a black hat and googles pulls out his gun but before he can even pull the trigger the ghoul shoots him in the chest, his bullet exploding on impact. immediately after more people start shooting at him, he turns in a circle again shooting anyone who try's to get near him as you shoot the people from a distance. in all honesty you know he probably doesn't need your help but still you continue with out a reason to be doing so. you see someone trying to come at him with a knife from behind and just as the ghoul turns around to attack you shoot the man with the knife and the glare of your scope hits the ghouls eye and he looks up as you give a slight wave right before pointing to signal behind him as a brother a steel knight shows up.

you see the old woman and the vault dweller go run and hide into the shop bringing the doctor with him. you know you wont to much to the walking tin man so you decide to go down and listen in. you try your best to sneak in with out anyone seeing you but as the ghoul is on some broken steps you look over at him and with out a doubt he was looking dead at you before getting right back into combat. you ignore it and continue to snoop in on the others.

you keep your back pressed tightly agents the wall. hear the woman convince the vault dweller to take the doctor to moldaver, you've heard of the woman but have never had any encounters with her based off the things you've heard you know this will be a good time (you would have never found anything about this situation fun before the war). you start making your way out of the building after hearing that its plenty for you to go off along with now having both the doctor and the vault dwellers sent. you decide to hide in a ally and wait for things to die down before leaving.

after about 9 minutest you don't hear metal clacking or guns shooting you start to leave filly. you didnt get to far outside of the town before you hear a gun cock behind you "aint you a little over prepared?" you hear a mans voice with a southern accent referring to your gas mask. you turn to face the voice seeing the ghoul you've been eyeing this whole trip "doesn't effect you now does it? is the gun really nectary after i helped you?" you scoff offended but knowing youd do the same "now i aint ask you to do that for me, did i?" he says finger on the trigger. you think for a moment 'rude ass' you think to yourself "i guess not, but a thank you would be nice" you say with sarcasm in your voice. The Ghoul keeps his eyes upon you as you speak, the gun never moving. He lets out a short laugh at your attempt to engage. "You want a thank you for a job half done? bailed in the middle of a fight.. not that id thank you anyways i didnt need your help smooth skin. what's you goal here you tryn to steal my bounty" he says sounding more relaxed than he should be. "not necessarily, i don't want the caps if that's what your worried about." the gun never wavers even as you speak. "so just what do you want then?". "entertainment, not much to do in this world." you say with a smile on your face, not that he can see it. The Ghoul is surprised by your answer. He lowers his gun slightly, looking you up and down, but still doesn't trust you. "You ain't got better things to do with your time? Like finding food, or water, or caps?". those things are all fairly easy to come across for you, your sneaky and when you want something you take it. "lets say that all comes easy" Something you said intrigues him, and his gaze lingers on you a little longer. He shifts his weight to his left foot, and holsters his gun. "You saying food, water, caps just comes to you?". you relax abit more now that his guns down "i never said that, its just easy to get. now i have some information that may be of use to you, and im more then happy to give it under one condition" The Ghoul's interest is piqued. His curiosity getting the better of him, he nods his head. He wants to see if what you're peddling is actually worth something. "And what would that condition be?". you feel excited, youve never traveld with someone much less had company in years and the though of him agreeing (even if its not very friendly) makes you happy "i come with you on your bounty." He considers it, still not fully trusting you, but also intrigued by your offer. "And why the Hell would I want you along for a bounty hunt? Why should I trust you? What's to stop you from just turning on me? "he responds "you interest me, my weapons aren't out now are they? if i wanted to kill you i would have done it while i was on the roof" you say slightly muffled from your gas mask. He looks at you for a moment, thinking it over. He didn't like the idea of traveling with someone he didn't know, but he wouldnt mind the help from someone who knows how use to use a gun(not that he'd ever admit that). "Fine, we'll go after the bounty. But the second I even get a hint you're planning something, I'll kill you where you stand. We clear?". "understood." you say trying your hardest not to sound excited. He nods, then turns and begins walking away the dog standing behind him following. He calls over his shoulder to you.

please let me know what you guys think of this and im open to any suggestions and ideas ( i would also love name ideas for this) :)

notes: @s-lock-doctordonna I LOVED YOUR IDEAS AND I WILL BE USEING THANK YOU <3

[justmediocrewriting]

Hi! Oh gods can I say that I adore your writing, you're one of the best xReader writers I've ever come across and I can't wait to read more <3

If you're taking requests I'd love to see one of Sanji or Shanks handling a reader who's feeling insecure about whether their man REALLY likes them, it could even be paired with the 23rd prompt of the NSFW list you dropped earlier if your of a mind to make it a bit tasty!

If not thats totally cool, thank you!!

A/n: omggggg nonnie you made my day!! Like I am so speechless that you would think me one of the best it means so much to me! Thank you thank you thank you! I actually don’t have a lot of experience writing for Shanks just yet, and I have to say I am quite the indulgent Sanji whore so I decided to do Sanji this time around (though I will do a shanks version of this prompt too because I think it’s adorable!) and making it spicy?? Oh hell yeah I’m on board! I hope you enjoy babes 💋

Warnings/tags: explicit sexual content, insecurities, soft/kindamean!sanji, porn with feelings, fingering, afab!reader, Sanji (that’s for sure a warning because oh gods), orgasm delay/denial, tiny praise kink, request

Genre: fluff, smut

Pairing: Sanji x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

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Sanji’s fingers were like tiny spears of pure heaven as they drilled into your wet cunt, massaging and caressing and completely messing you up inside. He couldn’t have started more than a minute ago, but you were already on that tender edge, legs and tummy quaking with the build of a promisingly explosive orgasm — and with the way Sanji’s fingers expertly toyed with your cervix, you knew it wouldn’t be long at all.

“Sanji, I-I’m gonna come,” you breathed out, cunt clenching around his deft fingers and thighs tensing in preparation for your impending orgasm. You were so close, Sanji’s fast movements and memorization of every sensitive spot within your walls dragging it forward at the speed of light.

But those fingers suddenly stilled inside you, and that lovely friction was stolen away, causing the waves of your orgasm to recede back to the depths of your gut. You let out a whimper and popped open your eyes to look at Sanji quizzically; the man only smiled gently in response, as if he hadn’t just taken away something sensational from you.

“Say it, love.” Sanji coaxed, returning some of the friction to your cunt by sliding his fingers slowly across your walls. It felt amazing, but he was narrowly (and purposefully) missing your cervix with the tips of his fingers, and the pace was far too slow to build up your orgasm again — it was nothing more than torture to your body.

“Wh-what?” You stammered out, brain far too foggy to decipher the meaning behind his command or just what the handsome chef wanted out of you — all you could think about was your ruined orgasm and how to get it back; it was with that goal in mind that you bucked your hips into his hand, trying desperately to find his fingertips with your cervix so that you could feel that euphoria bloom across your abdomen again. Sanji had clearly anticipated the move, as he dragged his fingers back just enough to avoid your sweet spot without removing them from your slick heat with every buck of your hips. Irritation was beginning to build in your brain stem, and you shot him a huffy glare.

“Sanji, what—”

“Say it, love, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Your brain halted once more, and in sheer desperation you whimpered out, “say what?”

“Say you’re beautiful.”

You gaped at Sanji. Was that really why he was doing this? Because you had made that singular off-hand comment to him? Outrageous.

“Sanji, that’s—”

“Say it, or I’ll stop.” Sanji pressed, pulling his fingers out until only the tips remained within you, and with a panicked yelp you shot your hand out and grabbed his wrist to halt its retreat. You stared at him with eyes wide with desperation and plea, but Sanji simply stared back with a small smile on his face and determined eyes. Sensing that Sanji wasn’t about to budge, you wet your lips and whispered, with a bit of discomfort,

“I’m beautiful.”

Sanji pushed his fingers back in once more, enveloping them in your wet heat and driving them straight towards your cervix, pulling a loud moan from you when the tips grazed it just so. Your walls fluttered around his digits in appreciation, and you released his wrist from your hold, placated that you’d finally get that release your body craved. But when Sanji pulled his fingers back and thrust them in, it was at that same agonizingly slow pace as before, and he ignored your sweetest spot in favor of simply pushing in beside it.

“Louder.” Sanji ordered gently, fingers curling up and hitting that spot, speckling stars across your vision as he did so. Your entire body shook as the coil in your tummy started to wind, more intense than before, and you thrust your hips forward in search of more friction.

“I’m b-beautiful.” You stammered out a bit louder, your words trailing off into a litany of moans as Sanji’s fingers began to pick up speed, continuously curling upward with each outward drag and spiraling pleasure up your spine. Heat enveloped your upper body as Sanji leaned in closer and electricity skirted across your lips when they were ghosted by his.

“And who’s giving you all this pleasure right now?” Sanji asked huskily, his fingers beginning to jackrabbit at an intense speed, producing a lewd amount of wet squelches from your cunt. Your hand shot up to grip Sanji’s bicep, arm vibrating from the momentum of his movements.

“Y-you are! You are, Sanji!” You whimpered out desperately, fingers digging into the fabric of his suit jacket as that coil threatened to snap — you were so close, right there, just a few more rough thrusts to your sweet spot and you’d be exploding—

“And do you know why?” Sanji pressed, fingers shoving deep into your cunt and pressing against your cervix, stilling within your fluttering walls and rubbing mercilessly. Your legs slammed closed against his arm, the sudden sensation bordering on too much, pleasure so intense that it was becoming painful.

“I-I don’t know, Sanji, please—” your voice was breathy, desperate – desperate for release and desperate for Sanji’s fingers to just move differently, to remove their hold on your cervix and take away that intensity. Your brain was completely frazzled, coherency becoming a thing of the past as your every nerve ending was overrun by pleasure.

Sanji’s other hand gripped the flesh of your thigh and forced your legs apart, bracketing them open by sidling his torso between them. His fingers never halted in their assault, and that coil was winding so tight, you were about to come —

“I do it because I love every sound you make. I love the way you say my name. I love the way your legs shake and your pussy flutters. I love how deep you take me, and I love feeling you come undone beneath me. And I want all of it, all the time. Because there is no one more beautiful, or addicting, or entrancing to me than you.”

Sanji’s husky words breathed against your lips and his relentless abuse of your cunt sent you spiraling over the edge, skin flushed and back arching, legs shaking and mouth falling open as your hips bucked desperately against his fingers, your moans dropping out unfiltered as you rode your high.

“Just like that baby, gods. I can feel you fluttering, doll. You’re making a complete mess on my fingers.” Sanji’s voice sounded so wrecked, breath hot against your lips before they were crushed with his, his kiss wet and hot and hungry.

You responded back with as much reciprocity as you could muster, but it was hard to keep up with him when his fingers were still fucking into you, fucking your cum right back into your fluttering walls and pushing you to the brink of overstimulation. Your moans and whimpers were swallowed into the depths of his mouth, rivaled in volume by Sanji’s own, and when he pulled away a shiny string of spit connected the two of you still.

“Fuck, so beautiful.” Sanji whispered, accent thick and heavy, fingers slowing to a complete stop within your cunt. Heavy breaths were shared in the bubble of heat between you two, and your legs were twitching and shaking against him as fatigue nipped your muscles in the aftermath of intensity. Sanji gently pulled his fingers out of your twitching cunt, and you watched with lidded eyes as the chef brought his glistening fingers to mouth and sucked, lapping them clean of your spend.

“A fucking delicacy.” Sanji husked, causing your cheeks to heat with embarrassment. You knocked your heel against his back and closed your eyes so you wouldn’t have to see him, the weight of your activity flooding you with a sense of bashfulness.

Sanji pinched your thigh gently and clicked his tongue, prompting you to open your eyes and glare tiredly at him. When your hazy eyes retained a semblance of focus on the chef’s face, he smirked wickedly.

“Ever doubt yourself again, love, and I won’t let you cum until you’re crying and begging me for it.”

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[gamblersdoll]

hii! i love your works and we share the same name! 🎀

honestly ur writing so good. i wanted to ask for choso, who reader goes a bit to rough on during sex one day so choso takes control and shows reader who’s actually in control ! btw ur works give me so much inspiration when writing LOL

oh god, we do! 🩶 and im glad i can help give inspiration! you can always ask me for some ideas if you have writers block, thats why i just be spit balling. but thank you sugar.

cw: rough reader at first, whimpering choso, rough choso.

for choso at least, your first week of ovulation was pure filth. you became more needy, sloppy, and a bit rough outside of sex.. for the moment.

youd plead with choso “use me as some kind of cocksleeve!” or going on ‘x’ to find ideas and beg him to dress as pyramid head to fuck you in the basement while chained up. to no avail though, choso would just mumble ‘dont say stuff like that.’

until last night, you had take the control for the first time—which would come to bite you in the ass later. or soon, you never knew with choso.

you rode his cock until there was nothing left for him to give, till his balls were empty and shining with your arousal mixed cream. he could feel it going up his own ass, his throat so breathy and hoarse from the moans.

his cheeks were red, one side with a small handprint while his arms were tied to the headboard.

“baby,” he breathes out, tapping your ass in a attempt to have you look at him. you obliged, looking up at him. “whats gotten into you?”

you shrugged, a cock drunk state and eyes lidded. you got to be rough with choso for the first time.

and it would be your last, considering the fact that not only were you hogtied and blindfolded, but you could also tell that choso was a bit pissed you were able to control him like that.

he lands a harsh slap on your ass, a light mix of pain but pleasure shot through your veins. you moan of course, causing choso to slam a finger into you. thank god he had trimmed his nails that day.. or was that why he did them?

“youre fucking nasty, you know?” he mumbles, spitting onto your slit and his red, mean cockhead smears it around to gather some slick. “had me looking like a mess.. that shouldve been you.”

not like you could speak, anyway.. he duct taped your mouth shut. because even after that night, you were still craving for a good fuck.

his hips ease into your velvet walls, hissing at the sudden sensation and urge to just pound away immediately. he takes a second to put his hair up into a man bun, pressing his hands into your back.

he forces an arch out of you, hearing your back pop from the force and he chuckles. “you might just get what you want..” he groans, his cock twitching inside of you. it kisses your cervix, making your toes curl and strain.

he remembers how his treatment was yesterday, he might as well repay the favor.

he pulls you by your hair and pulls your back to his chest, biting down on your shoulder until youre whining. he grunts a response, thrusting into your walls so agonizingly slow.

“yeah? you feel remorse for what you did to me?” he says in a soft growl, giving a few slight slaps to your face and then a harsher one to a breast. “bet you fucking do— oh, am i hitting that good spot?” he asks, seeing you thrash and writhe so suddenly.

“cum for me, just like how you did with me last night.” he orders, pressing a finger vibe on your clit and you silently scream, clenching around his length until he was white with your cum.

“if youre going to be rough with me, make sure youre not going to be so vulnerable the next few days.” he suggests, throwing you back down.

he rips the blindfold off of your eyes, slamming himself back into you in a mating press. you do cry, only a bit, fat tears dribbling down while he forces the eye contact, the eye contact as he slow but surely fucks himself into your walls.

hes the one to break it, surprisingly. rolling his eyes and head on his shoulders. “f—fuuck im going to fuckin cum!” he growls again, drawing out the ‘fs’. he grabs your hips, thumbs digging into the gap of the bones in your groin and pulls you up and down on him.

you can feel it, how hot his cum runs in his balls and it drives you mad. your throat emits a whimper, your already abused clit throbbing from the bumps of his pubes.

“cmon’.” he starts up, pulling the duct tape off your mouth. “stay here, ill get the bath running.”

[jadehaven]

A summary of the thoughts as I slowly realized that #Elrondriel would indeed become a thing in the show:

(for context, ROP was my first introduction to LOTR, so this was my perspective as a viewer with no concept of the lore)

Season 1:

Who is this guy? Is he her friend? More? Oh she touched his face, maybe it’s like, unrequited? Am confused.

Is this how elves flirt? What’s the history here? Oh well, she’s leaving anyway.

*Enter Halbrand* HOT DIGGITY DAWG now THATS what I call a love interest 😏😏😏

*Eating up all the enemies to lovers tropes and swooning over Halbrand*

*Elrond and Galadriel scenes* Me: Nah get this nice guy OUTTA HERE where is HOT HALBRAND? (future me is aghast that I would overlook the literal loml Elrond, Gal and I are the same ig)

Halbrand: *Is Sauron* Me: What!?? Nooo! No no no no no this can’t be happening oh noooo

*Elrond saves Galadriel*

Me: Wait

*Forehead touch, tears, deep breaths*

Me: Waaaiiittt

*Gasps* Omg. Of course, he loves her!! They’re going to fall in love! It’s perfect contrast to the enemies to lovers story— a *slow burn, best friends, it’s always been you* kind of love? Right? RIGHT!? That makes so much sense! I’m 1000% calling it for Season 2.

*Sometime between season 1 and season 2, discovers the heartbreaking truth* LOL what?? She’s his WHAT??! 😭😭😭

*Still holding out hope, clutching my suspicions like they’re my grandmas pearls*

Season 2:

Holy sheet he’s mad. Ofc he’s mad. But he’s her best friend :c?? Pls don’t make me sad like this, you’re supposed to love each other!

“You were my friend!!” Mhm yknow they tend to use this word a lot

That’s… that’s a lot of hand holding there…

omg she put her hand on his CHEST OMGSJHDHFBF

“It was entirely of your choosing, the lost king blah blah” Ok but this is literally him saying he knows her type?

Hollldd up, I see what’s happening. Tension. There’s negative tension. I’ll bet if they stick to the trope, there’ll be a *moment* between them at the end that breaks the tension. There has to be.

*Galadriel gets caught by the Barrow-Wights* Wait for it babe, Elronds going to rescue her oh— yep, there he is. Saving her again. Because he’s the love interest.

“Promise you will put defeating Sauron over saving my life” Pfft hahaha miss Galady, our boy has it bad, there’s no way he’ll stay true to that promise. (For real though this sentence just showed us what the most important thing in the world is to him, it’s her y’all)

*Galadriel gets captured and brought out to the battle field* Ooooh yup. Look at his FACE when he sees her, the slow mo and everything wow. That’s his whole life right there. He can’t sacrifice her, he can’t do it.

Dang he’s gonna do it???

“Let me bid her farewell” Omg please kiss her goodbye haha but no they wouldn—

0/////o!!???

O/////O!!!!!!!

I CALLED IT I FKING CALLED IT ARE YOU KIDDING ME I AM SCREAMING

THIS IS THE MOMENT THAT BROKE THE TENSION.

Everyone online: iT wASNt RoManTIC

😐

Sigh. Of course it “wasn’t romantic”. THATS THE WHOLE POINT. That’s how this whole “forced to kiss” trope works. They don’t have feelings for each other yet, that they’re aware of anyway. It’s supposed to be an awakening. This is only the beginning.

*Continues to get gaslit by everyone and their mother including the actors and writers themselves*

Ok ok fine. Maybe I’m delusional about the whole thing. But every scene so far has been classic romantic arc set up. If they have a scene next episode where Elrond saves Galadriel again and maybe like, puts the ring on her finger all proposal style, then I’ll know. That would seal it for me.

*Episode 8*

*Speechless*

LITERALLY SPEECHLESS.

That’s it yall. If you didn’t pick up on that, then I’ll see you next season for all the slow burn tropes. I can see them already. LFG. #Elrondriel for life.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Cure for writer's block

So uhh have a rare pair cause I love them and my fingers slipped and I wrote this

But fr DaiChuRanPoe am I rite????

I'm done with college for like... 2 weeks until I start summer class lol. Am struggling myself with writing and motivation so I'll be p slow

Yea thats ab it, enjoy<3

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Chuuya x Poe (+ Dazai and Ranpo) (romantic)

Lee: Chuuya

Ler: Poe

Warnings: Tickles! Gey!

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Poe let out a frustrated sigh, pen swiveling across his fingers before being carelessly dropped on the desk. This caught Chuuya’s attention. “Something wrong?”

“No, I’m just—”

“Stuck?”

Poe let out a tired sigh “Yeah… My head keeps pulling a blank on this next section”

“Hmm… mind if I take a look?”

“I was hoping to show you once it was done, but if you don’t mind…”

“Not at all! I’m happy to be of service” Chuuya smiled, causing Poe to return one out of gratitude.

Fancy hat made his way over to his lover’s lap and took the manuscript, starting to read what Poe had written so far.

This was the first time Chuuya read one of his drafts. Ranpo has read countless of them, despite the author wanting to write something to finally stump him. Even Dazai has snooped at his work, but not Chuuya. It felt… flustering? His face surely felt warm.

Poe’s anxious thoughts started to scramble in his head over Chuuya’s reaction. What would he think? What would he say? What if he didn’t like it?! He had an arm around the ginger’s middle, his fingers lightly tapping along the other’s waist as a way to release the nervous jitters.

“Hngh—” Chuuya’s breath hitched from the touch. It didn’t go unnoticed by the author, if anything, Poe had a look of amusement on his face.

He let out a quiet chuckle and asked “Ticklish, love?”

“Of course not!” The ginger spat out quickly in a defensive manner, his own cheeks starting to flare up. “Now let me read” he grumbled, returning his attention to the papers at hand.

Poe tried holding back a laugh, instead letting out a snort at the situation at hand. Who would’ve thought that his mafioso of a boyfriend would be adorably sensitive? He leaned towards Chuuya’s neck and started planting soft kisses along the skin, while his hand lightly skittered over the shorter male’s abdomen.

“Pff- Stahahap it!” Chuuya let out an involuntary laugh, squirming around from the ticklish touch.

The author grinned at the sound, now using both hands to attack at the ginger’s tummy and sides as his lips brushed close to his ear. “Didn’t know my writing was that funny~”

“Gohohod! You teheheasy bastard! You’re just as bahahad as that stupid Dahazai!” Chuuya threw his head back against Poe’s chest, all while giggling like a little boy.

“Oh? I’m a teasing bastard now?” Poe gave off a devious smirk. “Should I tell Dazai about how cute and sensitive you are?~” he asked with a teasing tone, his fingertips tracing up and down the ginger’s sides.

“NO!” I’ll kihihill you!” Chuuya tried seeming all serious, but everytime he spoke up, he’d dissolve into a fit of giggles all over again.

“I dunno… you’re gonna have to convince me not to tell him~” Poe’s fingers trailed up until he reached his ribs, giving them a light squeeze.

“EEP!” Chuuya’s body jerked violently, almost flinging off of Poe if it weren’t for his grip. “I’ll doho anything!”.

Normally Chuuya would never give in so easily, but any sense of confidence would go out the window once Dazai was involved. Not that he’d admit to that out loud.

Poe let out a soft hum, pretending to think about it. “Anything, hmm?” Another amused snort escaped him as the ginger nodded his head furiously. “I think I know…~” with that, he gently lifted Chuuya’s arms above his head and dug his wiggly fingers against the exposed skin of his armpits.

“GYAH!!! EDDIEEEEHEHEHEHE!” poor Chuuya shrieked and cackled at the top of his lungs. His face beet red and hair all tussled. Poe was having a blast seeing his hotheaded boyfriend laughing up a storm.

“What a perfect way to wait out writer’s block. You’ve been of much help~” Poe teased, letting out a chuckle of his own as he kept tickling Chuuya to pieces. Despite being shorter, they both know that Chuuya has the strength to escape whenever he wants, but we won’t mention that.

Outside of Poe’s study, there’s a pair of brown and green eyes watching the scene go down. Snickering to themselves as they take pictures and recordings, mainly Dazai as a way to blackmail Chuuya later on, but for now he’ll let the two have their fun.

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The bsd brainrot is p bad. Got stormbringer and first vol of age 15 so maybe more bsd fics?? 👀

[doodler16]

Like… I WANT to be invested in these characters and the threats they’re facing, but the problem is there’s just no time to slow down and truly get to know these characters!

I barely know anything about them without having to look at the wiki, yet the show wants me to give a damn about these cardboard cutouts! They’re just outlines of what they’re supposed to be.

I WANT to care Charlie and have her hotel work, I WANT to care about Angel and get away from his abuser, yet the show isn’t giving me ANY REASON to actually give a damn!

This!! It’s so hard to care about majority of the characters when Vivziepop and the writers are speed running plot points and character arcs especially when they die/barely interact. I most likely care about a specific character thanks to the fandom and how they draw/write them. Thats mainly why I’m an Adam fan along with watching out of context clips on him.

When Dazzle and Sir Pentious died, I didn’t care at all. I didn’t even notice Dazzle died until a YouTuber I watched pointed out his statue. On rewatch I was like: rest in piss Dazzle, sure Charlie will most likely cry about it in season 2 but I won’t care because he was nonexistent in season 1.

I would give more examples but we be here all day 😂. Also, I am glad you brought up the wiki because without that, many including die hard fans and stans would be LOST without it. I’ve seen so many YouTubers use it and worst part is that Vivziepop with a snap of her fingers can change the information.

Fans shouldn’t have do outside research to find out information about a character like this is a highschool/college research paper, when and how they died should be in your show earlier on: not in livestreams, comics, and Twitter posts 🗣️. This is why I feel so bad for newer Hazbin Hotel fans.

[ryololart]

18+ yall minors dni

So like i was thinking simon amd evans sex life honestly its prob super lowkey. They both have extensive history of sexual trauma so i doubt they would be doing anything super crazy.

Evan

- def has a higher drive than simon, which isnt saying much.

- She grew up viewing sex as more violent than anything else. She is def of cannibalism as a metaphor for love kinda girl. Having sex for her is more just shutting up the voices so she can go back to work.

- she is INFATUATED with simon tho. She knows everyone single scar on his body, every bump and ridge of the puffy skin. She loves dragging her finger tips down his back and leaving bruises on his neck.

- she is a jealous freak too. Nothing will get her more hot and bothered than some other girl flirting with him. She will grab him by the collar and drag him off to fuck him in a storage closet. Thats her man.

- she doesnt have any like specific kinks or nothing. Shes a vanilla girl with a thing for soft and slow sex. Only thing might be praise bc she loves being told she is good at something. She needs that confidence boost.

Simon

- simon just wants to be loved and show his girl he loves her too. Evan has this thing where she second guesses if he really loves her because shes so messed up. He doesnt always know to verbalize how much he loves her so he shows her instead.

- he doesnt really get jealous bc he knows evan cant even imagine anyone else romantically, sometimes he’ll put a hand on her thigh or a hand on her back if a man gets too close tho. Thats his woman >:/

- seeing her wear her wedding band at work does make him want to lock his office door and clear his calendar.

- sex to him is making love to the girl he wants to spend the rest of life with not just fucking.

- hes not one for rough degrading sex, its soft and silly. They both laugh and joke around, soft gasps and kisses. Its two people who love each other more than anything else in this world.

- sometimes he might get a little ambitious and tell her how good she is to him with a hand round her neck, otherwise its vanilla asf.

- he likes being told hes doing good to :))))))

I am not a smut writer AT ALL

I cringed making this but i wanted to

[aleeyenn]

SHAKING YOU hi more Bedtime Story(Pillowbook) headcanons please you can't just go in tags and say the BEST Pillow headcanons EVER then go "that's enough headcanon rambling" WRONG!!! LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER. ITS NEVER ENOUGH HEADCANON RAMBLING

OMG THANK YOU FOR YOUR CURIOSITY!!! i don’t have many headcanons off the top of my head since they usually come up during convos about them with my friends But! i am currently writing a pillowbook fanfic and it has mentions of some sweet headcanons/scenarios in there!!! here is your teaser:

- when pillow and book clean up after a g&d or yoyle chess session, pillow brushes her hand against books and book gets a bit flustered and apologizes each time, but pillow reassures her saying that it’s okay and that she did it on purpose

- pillow asks book to read her her favorite stories so she can know more about her interests and what she likes. as she does this, pillow kinda like cuddles up to her and book messes up her words because of the closeness (she is soooo touch starved) and pillow thinks it’s amusing but she doesn’t say anything

THATS KINDA ALL I CAN GIVE YOU FROM MY FIC … it’s at 7.4k words right now (it’s my first actual written piece OMG!) and i find that i’m a slow writer and i can only write when i get bursts of motivation so it’s taking a while BUT THE TENSION IS BUILDING! it’s definitely a romcom and i’ll announce when it’s out! (i’ll probs publish it on ao3 btw)

aside from stuff from the fanfiction i’m writing i think i can pull a few extras out of my sleeve

- pillow would look into books history to learn about her more and she would find that she received a little gold star her cover in bfdia 10. she would put a gold star on book when she thinks she’s doing good at something as encouragement for her to keep it up and book would be motivated by this

- book knows oragami. after she finds out that pillow is doing things for good luck she shows pillow how to make paper cranes and she tells her if she makes 1000 paper cranes it’ll give her good luck… and so she does! in a single day somehow… and gives them to book to wish Her good luck

- pillow generally picks up on every little detail about books mannerisms … but that’s a given when you’re talking about pillow LOL

- naily and price tag are like. the number one pillowbook fans HEELPPP LIKE THEY SET THEM UP AND STUFF and read into them together… they’re their instigators brah. they’re their wingmen. this headcanon came from the pillowbook fic “who cares?” on quotev PLEAASEEE IF YOU ARE A PILLOWBOOK FAN READ IT ITS THE BEST FANFICTION IVE EVER READ IN MY LIFE I AM NOT KIDDING i would go on more but i’ll go on forever… i love it so much Please read it(and author of it, if you are reading this HIIIII YOURE THE BEST)

IM SURE THERE ARE A LOT MORE BUT ITS REALLY LATE AND I HAVE TO GO TO BED SO I CANT THINK HARD ANYMORE… THANK YOU FOR READING AND YOUR INTEREST IN MY HEADCANONS! IT MAKES ME SO HAPPYYY

[rafecameronzwhore]

Escaping

Warning: fighting, fluff, I don't know if there's anymore but if there is please let me know

May be some s3 spoilers

You and Rafe woke up wrapped in each other's arms

"G'morning sweetheart," he says, placing a kiss on your hair as he tightens his arms around you, pulling you closer to his body

You didn't respond all you did was turn around and cuddle yourself into his chest

Suddenly the door flew open and there stood a guard the same one that took you and Rafe to your room

"Oi get up and get dressed mr Singh requested to see yous" then he walled out closing the door

"Well thats 1 way to wake up" you said as Rafe just chuckled and kissed your head again

Soon enough the 2 of you got out of bed and got dressed

And both of you walked downstairs to see full meals and Carlos

"Mr Cameron, Miss L/n please take a seat you both must be starving"

You and Rafe both sat down next to each other and didn't even touch the food knowing that it might be poisoned

Time skip

You and Rafe had a talk with Carlos and now he thinks your gonna help him

You and Rafe were escorted back to your room

"What are we gonna do now" you say clearly stressed

Rafe doesn't respond instead he keeps thinking

Soon he looks at you "i got an idea if your willing"

"Is it do able" you ask

Rafe comes closer and kisses your lips

"Of course it is baby"

You and rafe started yelling at each other

But behind closed doors

You were all over each other

Rafes hands explored your body

As yours wrapped around his neck

The 2 of you pulled away and got in position as soon as you heard footsteps

Rafe was behind the door and you sat on the bed

The door came open and Rafe quickly jumped the guy

Knocking him out and putting a cloth over his mouth

As you just sat there

Admiring him

He looked up at you

"If onky i had my phone to picture and frame that"

You giggled as you and rafe got out of the room

You and rafe heard Carlos saying he was going somewhere and that he was talking most of his men with him

God knew where he was but it was the perfect time for you and rafe to get the hell outta there

You and Rafe were almost at the exit until it caught your eye

Your phone

Rafe noticed you stopped

"What happened sweetheart we have to go"

"Wait" you say going to grab your phone

As soon as you grab it the door swings open

Carlos and 2 of his men were back

Rafe grabbed you and pulled you 2 down to hide

"Fuck" rafe swore under his breath

The 2 of you waited for Carlos and his guards to leave

Then the 2 of you slowly made your way outside, then made a run for it

You kept running till you both saw this truck full of heigh

You and rafe heard their conversation about how they were planning to go to dock

Rafe told you he had a boat at dock he used to get here in the first place

Rafe helped you climb onto the truck before he climbed up himself

The two of you got under the cover to hide the fact that you were there

Time skip

You guys made it to the dock and got on the boat safely

Rafe got the boat working and you were set to go

Rafe started to drive the boat out of the Port as he did

You were in front of him

Not necessarily in his way

But instead you were cuddling yourself into him

Soon your phone starts ringing and you answer it

"Hello?"

"Mama!"

"Hi baby"

You felt rafe tense

You kept your head on his chest and bit your lip

God you forgot how much you missed jealous rafe

Somewhat throughout the call rafe heard you say Primrose untensed just a bit

You knew what was going through his head

But you didn't want to address it right that moment

All you wanted to do was enjoy the boat ride with your lover

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Hi sweets

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK MONTHS TO DO

I just got so busy and then I got covid

[And I'm a slow writer]

Hope you enjoyed

[nickeverdeen]

Hiiii there!! 👋 I saw you come on my fy page and omg I love your writingsss! Like even though I haven't read all of them, I literally know you such an amazing writer. <333 But anywhoo, can you by any chance do a matchup for me, hon? Harry Potter, Divergent, and Hunger Games/the Ballad of Snakes and Songbirds, and Spiderman are the ones I would like! (If that too much work for you, you can just do hp and divergent!) ❤️

So about me: Physical Appearance/Discription: I am a 5'5 girl who is 17 and half. I have shortish brown curly hair (3b curls). I am a pretty skinny person but I do have some sort of muscle on me. I do also have a bit of ance and some acne scars on my face. I have pale white skin. Whenever I get ready to go out of the house, my go to makeup is just mascara and a bit of eyeliner. But when I want to get ready to go somewhere fancy/get ready formally, I do more then that. I have more of a tom-boyish/skater/streetwear style, but when I get ready ready, I can clean up nice. 😜

Personality/Who am I: I am 100% an extrovert. I love talking to people, but sometimes I don't talk to them, not cus I am shy, but cus I just don't wanna, yknow? Anywho, here are a list of words that describe me: passionate, determined, adventurous, ambitious, considerate, beautiful (😉🙈), authentic, unique, generous, smart (sometimes the dumbest person ever 😭), kind, friendly, dedicated, hardworking, caring, gorgeous, amazing, hilarious, and confident! I genuinely think I am a confident person. I love myself and who I am. I am the most funniest person you will ever meet. Like literally everyone who meets me thinks I am so funny. (Which I cant blame them 😜) I stick up for my close ones whenever needed and am protective of my loved ones. I have good grades(I have severe academic validation needs), but sometimes I just can't with school 😭. I

Likes/Hobbies: My favorite animals are snakes and dogs. I love candy and sweets and chocolate. Like I have the biggest sweet tooth ever! Like I LOVE chocolate. I like to dance and listen to music.(My music taste is all over the place, but I will never, I mean NEVER, listen to country 🙅) Love hip-hop, pop, & rap the most tho. I also love going to the beach and hanging out with the fam, but also love the suburbs/towns/city and hanging out with friends but I also like the countryside and everything like that. I think I just love every single place honestly.I love the color green. I also love watching disney movies, and horror movies, and fantasy movies. I do read, but I can't really read well 😭 (And write, as you can tell 😭) Dislikes: I hate slow-walker, people are are disrespectful, losing (I am really competitive), pickles, onions, & spicy food. Oh, and country music. And I hate seeing blood and all that type of stuff (in real life at least, I can still watch horror movies, just not action ones with blood 😭) I also like spring. I love taking picture, like of everything. Especially people, places, the sky, animals, and flowers! I like to dance hip-hop (maybe even two partner dances 🙈).

Love Language/What I look for. I lowkey think its all of them, but my top ones would be quality time, words of aff, and physical touch. I love when a mans tell you he loves me AND shows me he does 🙈 I also love a mans who can take my sense of humor and make me laugh 24/7.

I would like a male match-up result and a romantic match if thats fine! My pronouns of she/her. Again, you are such an amazing writing and I cant wait. Thank you so much for this! Have a good day/night hon! ❤️❤️❤️

Omg, thank you so much it means a lot to me, cariño 💚

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Your Harry Potter match is…

Fred Weasley

Fred would love taking you to the joke shop after hours to try out the newest pranks, sharing sweets while you both laugh uncontrollably

He’d always be coming up with spontaneous adventures to keep things interesting, like sneaking into the Forbidden Forest

He would compliment your makeup style, always amazed at how you can go from streetwear queen to “stunningly dressed up” in an instant

Fred would let you know daily how much he loves you through both playful words and unexpected acts of affection

He’d love challenging you in competitive games, and you’d both be the kind of couple that playfully argues about who won

He’d make jokes whenever you’re feeling overwhelmed by academics, keeping things light while also encouraging you to take pride in your achievements

Fred would adore your taste in music and would make a point of finding ways to make you laugh—getting you into the silliest of dance battles

He’d find your confidence incredibly attractive, but he’d also be super protective, always watching out for you

You’d have secret meetings at the Three Broomsticks, where he’d buy you chocolate treats and tease you for having a massive sweet tooth

When you go out together, he’d always take photos of you, knowing you love capturing memories, and would make fun of your intense dislike of pickles and onions

Your Divergent match is…

Four/Tobias Eaton

Four would appreciate your competitiveness, often challenging you to small competitions in Dauntless training exercises or sparring

He would admire your confidence and humor, feeling lucky to be with someone who’s so sure of themselves

Your love of snakes would interest him—he’s not afraid of them and might even surprise you with a trip to a reptile sanctuary

He’d listen to all your playlists and would start to appreciate your love for hip-hop and rap, eventually sharing a few songs he secretly likes too

Four would bring you small, thoughtful gifts to show his appreciation and would love any quality time spent with you

He’d respect your boundaries but would be completely comfortable with affection, holding you close when you’re together and making you feel protected

Four would understand your drive for academic validation and would remind you that you’re brilliant just as you are

He’d admire your adventurous spirit and wouldn’t hesitate to go exploring with you in abandoned buildings or quiet city corners

You’d help him open up more, encouraging him to let loose and have fun, which he secretly loves

On lazy days, he’d watch horror movies with you, comfortingly close during the jump-scares, and tease you about your aversion to real blood

Your Hunger Games match is…

Finnick Odair

Finnick would adore your sweet tooth and surprise you with chocolates and treats whenever he gets the chance

He’d be protective, always wanting to make sure you’re safe, especially given your adventurous streak

Finnick would get a kick out of your love of dancing and would definitely try to impress you with his own (surprisingly good) dance moves

He’d love spending time by the water, especially since you enjoy the beach; it would be your shared peaceful getaway

Finnick would love to make you laugh, finding creative ways to show you his affection

He’d be impressed by your ambition and smarts and would be the type to help you through your studies with words of encouragement

Finnick would challenge you playfully, especially since you’re competitive, and he’d love the spark this brings to your relationship

He’d always find ways to make you feel special, whether through spontaneous beach outings or playful gifts

Knowing you’re a great friend, he’d trust you with his secrets and open up about his past, knowing he has someone supportive and strong by his side

Finnick would be deeply moved by your confidence and individuality, always hyping you up and reminding you how incredible you are

Your Spider-Man match is…

Peter Parker 3

Peter would be in awe of your confidence and admire how you’re so protective of those you care about

He’d constantly be cracking jokes with you and would get a kick out of your sense of humor, finding it hilarious and refreshing

Peter would love your skater style and might even surprise you by learning to skateboard (probably after a few failed attempts)

He’d be over the moon every time you dress up, knowing you’re usually laid-back but enjoying how stunning you look either way

Peter would always be trying to impress you with silly science facts, loving the fact that you’re also driven academically

He’d be protective but never overbearing, always respecting your independence and admiring how outspoken you are

Peter would adore that you’re a fan of horror movies and would try to keep his cool during the scary parts just to make you laugh

He’d love your hip-hop playlists and would start recommending songs, surprised to find how much you both enjoy the same artists

Peter would appreciate that you’re down-to-earth and supportive and would find comfort in your relationship when he’s dealing with Spider-Man pressures

He’d surprise you with small acts of love, like random treats or cute notes, always making sure you feel adored

[urfav-hxshi]

Hello!! <3<3

Hii!! My name is Hoshi and im a 19 y/o writer with delusions! I like Haikyuu and Blue Lock the most so ill be writing for them the most.

Pls note that I am still in college loves so I will be slow with this, or if i have drafts ill try to post when i have time! I will try to make a final draft as soon as i can but please note also that i will not proofread most of my work.

I play volleyball in real life as a setter so I know how it works (hence why i like haikyuu)

I will also probably write for the following (MAYBE):

AOT, KNY, Rising Impact (maybe(, TPN, Death Note

Thats it for now! Have a great rest of your day my luvs!!

[azz-writes]

alright. wip update.

ill just do both

1: so basically, i kinda left it to rot and dust in my bookshelf sooooo uh we're stuck on 1,469 words (yeah im a slow writer–dont come for me). n now we're getting into the background of their relationship, how they met, all dat. and a little eeensy bit on aspens lore. likeee ur telling me that aspen is a brain surgeon?? like lmaooo random!!! (I WROTE THEIR LORE WHY AM I SURPRISED LMAOOOO) andddd i made a moodboard for them (moodboard will be in a different post tho)

and 2: im tryna write it rn but i had the brilliant idea of doing this post & the moodboard post first, so yeah. and also we're on 1,193 words which im not even that mad abt since i started like... 2 days ago???? idk but rn we're getting aaron and james to bond (JUST AN EEEEEEEEENSY BIT BCUZ THEY HATE EACHOTHER) and yk our LOVELLYLLYLY fight scenes. also im rlly thinking abt a last name for the family cuz ykkkk i gotta have they freaking governmental info 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 and i mIGHT MIGHTTT make a eeensy weenie little name help poll

AAAAAAAAAND THATS ALL I GOT (no its not i could rant on for hours but my followers have an attentionspan shorter than a squirrel)

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Tell me more about your feelings on Hazbin Hotel.

Part of me doesn’t want to answer this question, because of how popular this show is on Tumblr.

And I know that people will be like.

“What do you know, you’re a Christian, of Course you’d have some problems with it.”

Yes, I am going to disclose that. I am a Christian. Not ashamed of that. Still working to be a better one. But I can be objective enough to view it as a writer, and that at most my personal bias will only be a slight enhancement of my view.

And these are my unfiltered thoughts on this show.

But for my opinion of Hazbin hotel. The original Pilot was interesting. A place trying to reform sinners in the last place people would think to be reformed. (Spoilers ahead)

That pilot premise is interesting. You see Hell as a cesspool of the absolute worse people. (Like Los Angeles but with more cannibalism) and it takes the “Hell is other people approach”

The songs were fine, the animation was great, and the characters introduced were intriguing. So much potential depth to them, theories can speculate. And of course the big question of. “Can someone in hell actually be redeemed?” And we even have a character pointing out “of course not, they’re in hell. Their chance was before this?”

It raised this question of, if you know your doomed, why try to be a good person? And That is fascinating.

Then the show finally airs. And it’s just another “Heaven is corrupt” storyline. And it’s not even done well.

(The whole retelling of creation made my eyes roll. Trying to make Lucifer to be the good guy? How original (sarcasm). And not even done well. Because it’s Charlie narrating this, which makes it be like Charlie knows all this and is doing all of this pointlessly)

Hells gonna rise up against it and all that. The hotel was basically pointless.

The show goes on to constantly contradict itself at numerous points that leaves me more confused.

Yes there is an interesting character (Alastor) but outside of a great soundtrack and animation… the writing of the show is a mess.

It feels both rushed and too slow. The characters are speedrunning their arcs, yet the plot is crawling.

Let’s then not forget the fact that Angel power and weapons are said to be the only thing that Perma kills sinners and angels. Yet sir pretentious dies and instead of permadead, goes to heaven? What fucking logic is that?

Also it says how only Angel weapons and powers can hurt angels (they make a whole point about it) only to show Vaggie and Lute have a whole ass fight hurting eachother with tables and s***. Unless they’ve been blessed them chairs…

Also where do the souls that perma die go? Detroit? Because if Sir pretentious can go to heaven after dying, what the deal with all this? Is Hell actually hell? Seems more like purgatory.

And then you include the helluva boss lore as they take place in the same universe. And MORE questions get added.

But that’s a can of worms for another time.

More importantly, Charlie, the main character hardly gets any development moments. Her issues are TOLD not showed.

Vaggie is also a mess too, like her whole thing is protecting Charlie, and helping her. But then she gets told that she has to fight For Love and that’s how to win? You mean what she’s BEEN DOING THE WHOLE TIME?!

All the stuff with Angel Dust, the writing for that is fine when showing the messed up situation he’s in, but then after the Song “Loser, Baby” he’s suddenly months sober? Speedrunning a bit too much.

Side note: HOW DOES HEAVEN NOT KNOW HOW PEOPLE GET INTO HEAVEN?!

Like they genuinely seem like they don’t know? From my understanding, there is no Big Man making all the calls. Thats not corruption. Thats incompetence.

So if it’s just angels in charge, THEY should know. Like show that they’re tilting the scale or maybe denying certain people that DO follow the criteria. Because with the incompetency of it, it basically leaves the door open for potentially EVERYONE to get into heaven.

Yet then the show shows how awful people in hell are, like it’s clear there are people that deserve hell. Maybe I’m overthinking it, maybe I’m not thinking about it enough. But it’s a really dumb system.

But the biggest glaring hole in this show is the fact that there is no point for heaven to actually do the purge in the first place.

Hell being overpopulated shouldn’t matter. Only Angel power and weapons can actually hurt angels. Why would they worry about an uprising. Heaven could easily wipe hell. The only people that could probably do damage is Lucifer and the leaders of the rings of hell. And even then… That’s like 7 against ALL OF HEAVEN!? Even if we assume overlords and some high level demons could do similar… Heaven still takes it. (But then again the Lute and Vaggie fight might contradict that. Hard to say it’s so confusing)

That all aside, is it an awful show? No. It’s just so riddled with plotholes and pacing issues.

Would I recommend this show to people? No.

Would I recommend the sound track? Probably, the songs are catchy. Can’t deny that.

Everyone has their own opinions and tastes, but the show has too much of a mess for me.

[nyoomfruits]

hi nyoom!!! i reread already home after long time and i loved it just as much especially the scene where oscar takes care of lando when he's sick no matter how many times i see it i always love it the most i also love how it has that slow burn so I really enjoy your long writing

yeah i wanna see many fics like that more (but no pressure!) i'm sure i'll read everything you post no matter what landoscar fic because you're my fav writer ♡

thank u so much <3

HI ANON first of all thank you <3 i love that scene an incredible ammount too <3

anyway i have good news!!! i am kind of working on a fic thats in the same vain of oscar taking care of lando AND its going to be another stupid long slow burn so!! rejoice!!