#this wasnt meant to be a fanfic

[owl-liberation-now]

Paean to Old Toby:

A Queer Hobbit Fan-Comic by UwUwizard

when i get sad i draw gay hobbits hanging out together and this time i decided to turn it into a comic because i thought it would be cute :)

[llycaons]

the 7 foot tall muscular hyperconfident domineering 12 inch cock sex god billionaire lwj is literally indistinguishable from those booktok romance love interests. like that post about they're like 'come here little beast...I'll make you wet' that's those lwjs. to me. these people are fucking insane

[paigemathews]

When three planets burn as one over a sky of dancing light, Magic will rest on a holy day to welcome a twice blessed child. 

I'm never not fascinated by Wyatt Halliwell and the prophecy surrounding him. But let's investigate the second half, shall we?

Magic will rest on a holy day to welcome a twice blessed child

Magic itself, good and evil, completely ceases. What power has done this before? The closest that I can think of is the Hollow, but that consumes magic. This is magic itself pausing just to welcome Wyatt's arrival. This has never happened before, nor do we get any indication that it'll happen again. And while there's a lot that you could do with this, this post specifically is going to be a theory for an AU, similar to that post about the impact being conceived on the ghostly plane had on Chris. This does goes significantly more hardcore on powers, however, because, well. It's Wyatt.

What if Wyatt wields control over magic itself? Magic rests to prepare to be wielded be a child, which is why everyone is so desperate to either stop him from being born or be able to wield him as a weapon. (And, of course, no one wants to tell the sisters about any of this.)

And none of the Halliwells really know about it. Because evil has no intention of empowering the sisters with that knowledge and the last thing that the Elders need the sisters to know is that the baby can control literally all of their magic.

With Wyatt being how he is, and the tentative settling of the Underworld post-finale, it's not like they'd stumble across it very easily. And Wyatt is so hesitant when it comes to using his powers, struggles to deal with the power that he thinks he has without knowing how much stronger he truly is.

And his spells and potions are so much stronger than everyone else's, even his mother's. They don't always go the way that he wants them to, but everyone quickly learns that if Wyatt casts a spell or brews a potion, it'll do something big. Which is great for demon vanquishes, not so much for hangover cures.

Still though, no one realizes this. Until, until, until... well, what could possibly drive Wyatt to a point that he realizes?

May I offer a possibility? (that also inspired this.)

Wyatt, under a demon's control - and have you seen a dog in a cage with the door pushed to but unlocked? how they think themselves trapped, despite all it takes is a push to be free? - and turned against his family. And soon enough, even the Elders drop in, lightning at their fingertips, because an out of control Twice-Blessed isn't a threat. It's the apocalypse waiting to happen -

And the unchanged future, a world that a haunted-eyed brunette witchlighter came back to change but never breathed a word of his brother's real power for fear of what everyone'd do (of what the giggling baby would do if he perceived him as a threat). What it must be like to feel your magic, an element of your essence, something that travels with you throughout lifetimes, a part of your soul, be twisted out from underneath your grip in the midst of a battle? To look up to see a malevolent smile across the battle field as your powers slowly falter and fail before turning against you? What witch could possibly remain?

- and the Elders cannot risk it, no matter how useful the asset. But Warrens are loyal beyond the bone, to the very soul, and not willing to let the Elders destroy one of their own because they're a threat (aren't they all threats, anyways?) (and none notice the moment of hesitation that Piper and Phoebe have, a single look and memory of five strangers vs. one sister, except for Paige, who doesn't know that lesson (who would've never learned it) but says with ferocity that they're the Charmed Ones and they're bringing him home.)

And they initially think to reason with them, until it's too late and they realize that it's a trick after Wyatt, eyes hazy and unfocused, is surrounded. Chris and Melinda, the only two left in the circle trying to convince Wyatt to break free, deflect attacks for as long as they can until even they go down, not prepared to fight a battle on two fronts. And it's a pity to lose them with Wyatt, but two witches aren't worth the risk to the world, so they don't stop, even as Piper is screaming and the two realize what's about to happen.

But here's the trick: Wyatt is a Halliwell and an older brother. They'd never do it, but here's the trick: he'd drop anything the moment they call for him. Here's the trick: there is no trick but loyalty and family and devotion stamped across his heart and soul and magic that hears his brother and sister scream for him and acts.

Lighting arches towards them on all sides, towards two injured and desperate witches and Magic himself. The moment before it hits, the lightning hits a shield, glowing and sparking with electricity.

Chris and Melinda, wrapped around each other in a futile attempt to get the other out alive, look up to see their brother, eyes glowing neon blue and murderous, standing over them. When he drops his hands, every sign of magic from every being in the room - bar one - dissipates like it was never there.

His voice couldn't be more than a whisper but is heard by every being inside.

"Touch them, and I'll destroy you."

[melolem]

my favorite fanfic trope is when the author's note talks about how they have little control of what is written and the characters dictate the story

[rainstormsandothersadthings]

giving food as a love language

“I lied. I give them to you because they are your favorite.”

“...why?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t eat them unless I said I didn’t like them.”

“No, why give them to me?”

“Because I love you.” 

[mistakenlyfoundnico]

If you ever feel like your not being productive enough (I am going to expose my self a little real quick) just remember that a random stranger on the internet (me) has read a lot of spiderman fanfics (109 different fanfics and 115 including rereads) within the span of a week(that's not even taking in account that have I been going to school for 4 of those days and for the two of them I was practically offline for 12 of the 18 hours I was awake) and the fanfics word count ranged from 1k to 100k with most being about 5-20k words a piece. So you may not be being "productive" but at least you are not obsessedly reading spiderman fanfiction at any chance you get. You're not being productive but I am super not being productive and therefore you are being more productive then someone and to be more productive then someone implies your being productive so why are even worried about not being productive. Also sorta unrelated but if you want recs I have started my reading good ao3 fanfiction era and out of my reading bad wattpad fanfiction era so I have tons of recs :]]

[thek1ngtalks]

There's a baby in his arms. It's crying obnoxiously loud and is honestly pretty ugly.

"Enji," Someone says hesitantly, their voice soft and feminine and distinctly exhausted. "Do you not like the name Touya?"

It takes him a second to look up and when he does, he sees a sweaty-faced woman with unnaturally white hair staring back at him. It takes him even longer to realize she was talking to him.

"It's a good name," Enji—which isn't his real name 1, says blandly. "I like it."

She smiles a little, slumping backwards relieved. Then she looks at the little bundle of wet skin, all fond eyes and kind smiles.

"Our son," She says softly. "Todoroki Touya."

Wait—What?

Aka, me giving Enji Todoroki amnesia for 4k words straight.

OK i posted this last month but i found this blurb in my drafts and realized it's was the entire inspiration for why i wrote it so WHOOOO MORE SELF PROMO~!

1) You can see in this line exactly how I planned on taking this, aka a oc-insert, before I changed it to an amnesia fic and changed the line to match: "Enji—which he supposes must be his name, says blandly."

[dellinah]

I may be wrong but anon comes across as young-ish bc I think there's just a period of your young life where everything (especially when you grow up on the internet) feels just so big and important, no matter what it is.

And with how loud people are on the internet sometimes it feels like something is WAAY more important than it ACTUALLY is. Especially in fandom spaces.

What I'm trying to say is that although you may feel like this is a huge issue right now, at the end of the day if you step away from it you'll see it's just a cartoon and some people on the internet, anon. You're not making the world worse by watching it. You're not evil. You're not a bad person. I promise most people do not care what you watch, it's just that a small minority are REALLY loud.

This is not me saying that nothing on the internet matters, mind you. It very much does, especially when it comes to privacy and/or exposing people for really harmful things. It's just that things often get inflated in how bad they are. People have this tendency of having no nuance and suddenly you're a bad person for enjoying a show which is no different than commiting a real life crime in those people's eyes. But only one is an actual crime, you know

So, yeah, sometimes things feel a lot bigger than they are and a lot worse, but I promise they're not. Just enjoy whatever you want to enjoy

Hey, I'm really sorry for asking this, but do you and how do you deal with any guilt for liking Hazbin Hotel? I think the controversies and antis have got to me because I can't watch it or any content without thinking about those.

I love the songs (both the show's and PARANOID DJ's because they're bangers) but I also can't help but think "am I a terrible person with bad taste for liking this?"

Parts of this show also just make me happy, especially Angel Dust. He became such a comfort to me after I went through a similar situation. Not as extreme, but it messed me up. And Alastor is just the best character to ever be created. He sings and dances and kills and eats people, what more could you want in a man? But yeah, I just want to enjoy the silly demon show without feeling gross afterward and I don't know how to shake that feeling off.

First of all, I don't have any guilt watching anything I enjoy.

Second of all, neither should you. And this is the problem with antis and "critics". No one should EVER be made to feel bad about liking anything. Hell, I'll even extend that thought to those who like Velma. I'll never understand it, but I can't hate you for liking something.

I know Vivzie is tied to a lot of controversies, but so what? More than half of them have been debunked or shown to have changed as she grew older. Even if you still feel iffy, Hazbin is more than just Vivzie. There's an entire crew attached to this show and they should not suffer bc of one person.

I mean, you've most likely played a game or watched a movie that has had a problematic person connected to it. Yeah, that person is scummy, but you can still enjoy the content that has them featured or they created bc...that doesn't define you as a person. What you like in fiction does not translate to real life.

It's different when it comes to someone like Onision, who's content is nothing but his life and about him. I'd be more disgusted if you liked him vs you liking Hopper from A Bug's life, despite him being played by Kevin Spacey. Awful person, but Hopper is disconnected from Spacey other than voice. Or liking a song by a problematic artist. You like the song, not the person.

Once again, YOU SHOULD NOT FEEL GUILTY FOR ENJOYING SOMETHING! NO ONE SHOULD EVER FEEL GUILTY FOR ENJOYING MEDIA THAT'S MEANT TO BE ENJOYED! VIVZIE MADE THE SHOW BUT SHE IS NOT THE SHOW!

Anyone who dares to feel self-righteous over a cartoon needs to get that tree branch out of their ass.

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: thor au, mingyu has superhuman strength (he's literally a god so), mingyu's kinda a dick, re-imagined plot of the first thor movie for fanfic purposes, mentions of movie characters, afab reader, smut, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2203

a/n: thor was my favorite marvel movie growing up so i loved doing this!!! tysm to the person who requested this and im soooo sorry it took me so long T-T also i havent watched the movies in forever so im so sorry for inaccuracies </3

masterlist

mingyu wasnt too sure where he was.

just moments ago he had been fighting with his younger brother, loki, scolding him over yet another mischievous act, but now he was in the middle of nowhere. well, at least that was going off of his surroundings. in the distance, he could see various signs detailing the foreign words 'new mexico'.

he had just been wandering aimlessly around the desert, not paying too much attention to his surroundings as he tried to make sense of where he was. that was until his entire body was pushed forward by a massive object, making him lose most of his ability to process what just had happened. he was only slightly lucid as he laid limp on the ground, barely processing the girl looking down on him, completely freaked out at having just ran over a man in the middle of nowhere. without putting much of a fight, he allowed you and your friend to struggle your way as you dragged him into the back of your van, probably not wanting to leave any evidence that you'd almost committed homicide.

unfortunately for you both, he passed out quickly after that, not allowing you to confirm any information about him, nor giving you a chance to stumble your way through an apology for almost killing him.

seeing as you almost cost him his life, you decided to bring him to your laboratory, where you would let him rest until he was conscious enough for you to find a way to make it up to him. your friend darcy left you on your own, claiming it wasn't much of her problem since you had been the one driving when you crashed into him.

as you waited for him to wake up, you wondered how and why he had survived your van crashing into him. i mean, he didn't sustain any injuries, simply passing out from the impact. he had even left damage on the van itself upon the crash. looking at him, you realized he was very fit, with muscles bulging from the strange armor he had on. you hadn't questioned any of this until now, being mostly freaked out by almost killing him, but it was all now making you wonder the logistics of the situation.

you didn't have too much time to think, as he began to stir, groaning a bit before actually waking up. he jumped in place upon realizing he was in unfamiliar surroundings, staring at you with wide eyes as he backed away a bit.

"hey-"

"you! who are you? where am i?"

"listen, you might be a bit disoriented after the accident, you're in-"

"new mexico? right? i saw a sign earlier today."

"yeah, it's-"

"okay, but where is new mexico? i need to get back to asgard. how can i manage that?"

"asgard? listen, you must be going through a psychic episode, just let me-"

"stay away! i demand you tell me where i am!"

jesus christ, this man was stubborn. not once sentence could leave your lips before he was making demands. he didn't even give you a chance to apologize either. you weren't sure what he meant by his blabbering, which was still going on by now. asgard? was he hallucinating about norse mythology? had you rendered this man insane?

"we're in new mexico! right by texas? are you okay? you seem kind of disoriented. i'm so sorry about what happened, i-"

"my armor! you damaged it with your machine!", he finally looked down at the scratches and missing bits of his armor, eyes widening once more.

he got up from his spot, marching around your laboratory and grabbing at things with curiosity. he eventually came across your globe, reading out the label before gasping loudly.

"earth?! loki told me of this place. that means you're a human," he was mostly speaking to himself before turning to finally direct himself at you, "human. i am mingyu, the god of thunder. you must help me get back to asgard. can you do that?"

you were speechless throughout his entire ransacking of your lab, but even more so now. was this an insane man you were with in the middle of the desert? you had brought him to your secluded lab out of remorse for what you'd done, but now you were alone in the middle of the night with a maniac. a very strong one at that.

"don't look at me like that," he interrupted your thoughts, "i know im not the god your people typically serve, but i still demand your help. you did hit me, after all."

that broke you out of your spell, your niceness peaking out again, "i'm sorry! i-"

"great! so now you're indebted to me," he clapped his hands together, "how shall we begin?"

okay, there was no way you were helping this maniac with his senseless plan, but you needed to think of a sensible way to tell him to fuck off.

"you're mingyu? the god of thunder? why are you reciting norse mythology to me? i cant get you back to asgard. it doesnt exist," okay, not subtle, but it was a start.

"listen, human. your kind would not understand the depth behind my people. you don't believe me? i'll show you."

and with that, he raised his arm, erected and facing to his side as he stared at you directly into your eyes. he stayed like this for a minute before you chose to question him, only to be shushed by him once more, "just give it a minute, human."

it was about three minutes when suddenly a hammer came crashing through the wall, destroying everything in its way in order to arrive to mingyu's hand.

next thing you knew, you were hiding under your table, utterly terrified at whatever the fuck was happening. was he really the mingyu? but those were all a child's tale, were they not? did you truly have a god standing before you, trying to convince you to come out from hiding?

"human, i- im sorry. i shouldve warned you. come out, please? i'll even forgive you for crashing into me. i just need some help," he sounded so defeated, you couldn't help but feel sorry for him, deciding to come out from hiding as long as he put his hammer down, something to which he agreed to with no hesitation.

"o-okay, mingyu. are you- you're real? shit, okay, never mind. you clearly are. but how can i help you? i'm not a god, h-how am i supposed to help you go back home?"

"there's always a way, human. we just need to find an opening. you see ..." he proceeded to explain his entire plan to you, sounding way more intelligent than he had shown himself to be throughout every interaction you'd had with him so far. he was also standing. very. close. it was hard to pay attention when the damage of his suit allowed you such a perfect view at his gigantic muscles. but you needed to focus! you owed it to him to at least try to help him.

the plan had been settled soon after that, agreeing that tomorrow you'd use your 'machine' (re: car) to drive him to a specific spot in which he'd be able to gather enough energy to summon lightning from the sky, which would render him powerful enough to communicate with gandall, who would take him back to asgard. it was too much for the regular person to process, but luckily for him, the person who almost ran him over was a scientist who was very well read on norse mythology.

after that, you had told him he could hit a shower, located in the habitable part of the lab in which you'd stay at sometimes. you let him know you two should also catch some sleep before tomorrow. you offered up your bed, claiming you'd take the couch since you'd caused him all this trouble anyway. he agreed with no argument, making you frown a little at his lack of gallantry.

he came out of the shower soon after, all while you sat on the couch occupied by a book. you heard his arrival, but didn't pay him much mind until doing a double take on him, realizing he was stark naked, with every glorious inch of skin in full display.

"jesus christ! what the hell are you doing?!", you covered your face with your book, extremely flustered at the sight. how was he so bi-

"what? is there no nudity on earth?", he sat on the couch, way too close to you.

"yes! but not like this! you're supposed to warn me beforehand. i-"

"why won't you look at me, human? uncover your face at once."

you weren't sure why, but you followed his direction, removing the book from your face but keeping your eyes closed.

"eyes open too."

you opened them, looking up as to avoid staring at his nether area. although you weren't looking at him, you could tell he had moved to sit even closer, making you anxious about what he'd do next.

"look at me."

you looked down to find him staring directly at you, face at only a few inches from yours. you couldn't help it when your eyes lowered to his lips, noticing him mirror your actions.

"this?" he whispered, "this is what you want?"

it was an ominous and unclear statement, but you still found yourself nodding, too full of a sudden surge of lust to think properly.

he attacked you with his lips, using full force immediately upon kissing you. he was very intense with his movements, almost immediately pinning you down on the couch, an easy feat for a god with his superhuman strength.

you couldn't help how wet you grew almost immediately, having taken a peak at his massive length when he had first approached you on the couch. was he going to put that in you? you were kinda terrified, but also giddy to feel the insane stretch he was about to give you.

you kept keening against him, softly moaning into his lips as he ground his hips against your own, making him groan in return.

"gods, human. you're so fragile ... so delicate. i'm gonna- gonna break you," it sounded like dirty talk, but there was some genuine concert laced in his tone.

"do it! please ... please fuck me," all dignity had left you the moment you saw him in all his naked glory, so any begging was fair game to you by now.

he chuckled, "yeah? pretty princess wants me to fuck her? think you can take it?", he was quite literally dangling his dick in front of your eyes, hands ripping your shorts out of the way as you gasped at the act.

"sorry, princess," he coo'd condescendingly, "they were getting in my way."

he didnt bother to check whether you were wet enough or not before plunging into you, but you had fortunately been dripping for him by then. still, his massive size had you writhing under him, screaming his name to anyone who could hear you from your secluded location.

"oh? now you pray my name? fuck, beautiful human. didn't know humans could be so pretty ..." he was growing delirious at the tightness of your cunt, combined with your much smaller frame. all women in asgard were as big and built as him. this was his first time experiencing anything like this, and it had him rethinking his return to asgard.

'g-gyu ... shit. i'm gonna cum, please!'

he folded you like a pretzel, not caring to conceal his inhuman strength as he pounded madly into you, feeding off your gasps and squeals. you were making him see valhalla.

"pretty princess ... cum for me. let me have yours and i'll give you mine- shit! gonna breed you. gonna come back here and take care of you every time im lonely. g-gonna keep you all to myself. my pretty secret on earth."

the idea of mingyu popping by to fuck you whenever the literal heaven that was asgard became too boring for him had you keening, now grateful you had ran him over as your orgasm attacked you unexpectedly.

you had never felt such a high, almost feeling like you had astral-projected into heaven. mingyu seemed to be in a similar situation, groaning against your mouth as he filled you up with his endless seed. seemed like he was well-endowed in all areas, being a god and all.

"fuck ... thank you for that, human," he thanked you as he got up, at least having the courtesy of helping you clean up, "now i feel kinda bad about leaving."

"then dont," you werent sure why you said that. maybe the high of your orgasm.

"yeah?", he smirked, nearing you once again, "convince me," you noticed his hardness was already back, at a literally inhuman speed.

you weren't sure how you were meant to take him again with no rest in between, but you were willing to take the challenge. you'd worry about how to get the god back to his home tomorrow. for now, you were going to enjoy him while you had him.

a/n: before anyone comes for me, I KNOW this isnt very inaccurate for thor (ive watched the movies too many times) but i wanted to write a short smutty blurb and not go off with too many words so this is what we ended up with

[ouiouimochi]

Imagine what's it like to date him

takes place after this one

pairing/s: soshiro hoshina x reader

genre: romance, fluff, established relationship

wc: 677 thats a miracle for me to write below 1k words wtf

warnings: swearing, crack, half serious in the latter portion , wonky phone format

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when word spread around that you two were dating, the whole base was buzzing with gossip

kafka being kafka, hes literally confused and says “so they've never been dating all this time?”

as much as the recruits were thinking of the same thing, kikoru wouldn't have wanted to admit that an idiot like kafka wasn't as stupid and blind as she thought he was

funnily enough the interactions between you and soshiro prior to dating warranted enough attention that some people thought you two had something going on

heck captain ashiro and okonogi were lowkey waiting for this moment even though they don't know how it got to develop under their radars. let's hope they don't discover how — you'd rather be eaten by a kaiju than face both of your superiors if they find out

now onto the main part with the man himself

he would be very sweet in general, teasing you here and there— making references from your works while other people knew nothing about the context

you've mentioned to him that you'd stop writing now that you two were together, but he disagrees. if anything, he wanted you to write more

he really enjoys your works

we love a supportive man

if anything, he uses them as his reference as to what you wanted— you being shy and unable to straight out say them sometimes

he gave you a sweet little wildflower at the side of the road in one of your fics? he'd give you a whole bouquet without you asking

oh, fictional him gave you a cute little peck on the cheek before you parted? he'd pepper your whole face with them, ending with a long smooch on the lips

you were absolutely winded at the end lmao

he also liked driving you into almost heart attacks at how he naturally reenacts some of your fics— he never had any problems with doing them since he's actually very likely to act that way in real life

he would try prove a point how he's better than the fanfic him you wrote— wanting to exceed your expectations of him

yes you got his personality down to the core enough to write him with scary accuracy but the man has his pride too

but again and again, he never fails to go along with your fics

he never just never meets at the threshold, he just goes beyond it— he was just that type of man

during times where you two had to be away from each other for awhile, you cope with writing fics again

he lowkey highkey gets jealous of this fictional soshiro you were writing about cuz he literally wasnt there to make your current fantasies a reality

he gets very antsy at the thought but would definitely spoil you again with affection when you two meet again

you'd most likely write a fic for him on your anniversary

"what's this? you'd like me to enact it with u?” he'd say in the middle of reading through

he kind of misunderstood. you only meant to show your appreciation and adoration of him. he took it as a challenge— not that you were complaining that he made it a reality

" this is it?" he flips the paper to see if there's more but there's none to his disappointment. Then you asked him whats wrong and he asks where the smut part is. he'd go creative ig at that point

warning: do not scroll further if you're uncomfy with suggestive content, finely borders nsfw

imagine sexy time with you absolutely loving the experience— quite the closeted person you were, but damn who knew someone as innocent looking like you had bedroom preferences like that?

freaky

so enjoying the devil's tango with soshiro, he's gonna tease u by asking "does this feel like how u imagined it?”

you'd be too far gone but still try to talk, ending up stumbling over your words

"be more clear, sweetheart”

"it's so much b-better!”

and weewoo he just absolutely adores you— continuing the hoo-ha

absolutely cannot bring myself to write smut, I will throw myself off the cliff in my backyard in the process if I somehow end up doing so

[huskyweebo]

Yesterday is Valentine’s Day ! well, i meant to post it On the day but I passed out before I finished proof Reading-

Anyways, well what does a single person do with his free time on that day ? Write fanfic of course!

Here is some RadioApple !!

Valentine's Day Surprise !

Today was Valentines Day and All around the hotel People gave gifts to their lovers, or to their Crushes.

Husker had Finally confessed to Angel and it was a nice sight. Almost everyone had gotten a gift with the intent of Romantic Love, and Boy was lucifer depressed. Of course Charlie had given a Gift but that was different. He had hoped for somone else to give one.

A couple days prior he had Asked the Radio Demon his thoughts on Valentines Day, for Lucifer, he Personally wasnt fond of it since Lilith had Left him. He also remembered the Day Cupid Was created for the Holiday. But now he was curious, what did his crush Think about the Holiday? 

“ Its Scandilous. “ 

“ Im sorry what? “ he blurted out. Alastor Looked At lucifer With an Odd Expression, 

“ The only Reason I Dont dissapear On this day to get away from all this lovey Dovey Nonesense, Is that Rosie Gives me The hottest gossip she has, for mostly break up, “ he suddenly appeared sadistic as if thinking about Previous Valentines. 

“ Oh! Oh, Right, Yes, “ Lucifer luaghed nervously, “ I mean, I dont either phht- i mean i Was There when they made Valentines Day and My first thought was; ‘ Hey, now thats STUPID ‘ “ He luaghed more awkwardly, and then turned feeling severely disappointed. Alastor Raised an Eyebrow. 

Cbsck to present day, he was waving away Charlie And Vaggie, they were going to a fancy restaurant and Lucifer volunteered to Watch over the Hotel

“ Are you Reallyyyy Sure that you dont want to hand over the Responsibitly over to Al? Dont you think you should have fun too? “ She said with Sad eyes, Lucifer shook his head.

“ Nope! Bitch you know i prefer Ruling Hell than get a date for this holiday, HA! “ He said very awkwardly. Charlie nodded, after a brief connection of eyes with Vaggie she turned to leave with His Duaghter. He sighed,

“ they grow up so fast, “ He went back in. He looked around, the hotel was closed for guests today so that leaves only Nifty and he to be present. he Assumed that Alastor was with The cannibal Overlord due to his comment a couple days ago. 

Today it was the most quietest hes heard the Hotel,

it felt like Being in the royal Castel again… All alone. Lucifer groans, he leaned against a wall and put his face on his Hands. He never realized how sofficating Silence was. 

After he moved into the hotel to Help his daughter he was too busy to feel Depression, but now, with nothing to do and no one to talk to, he could feel it settling in like a dark cloud.

He was alone, Again, on Valentines day,

it reminded him about how much more Lilth is happier without him..

He heard a squeak,  “ Ultamte Bad Boy! Come here!!  “ Nifty giggled, he put his hands down. She was very jittery Her bouncing, 

“ What is it Nifty? “ He said softly, she ran up to him and Grabbed his hand, 

“ Come on ! i have to take you somewhere! “ she said excitedly. 

“ Wha- Where?! “ He stammered, for someone as tiny as Her she was surprisingly Strong. she pulled him up to the elevator to go to the very top. She didnt say much during the ride but she persistently keep his hand in hers and she was muttering words he could not understand. 

The Elevator Opened and she started pulling him to the left. She stopped at the door that led to the patio. 

“ Go, Go, go! “ She said pushing him a little, then rushed away, luaghing. 

“ Weirddd “ Lucifer Said to himself.

what on earth was that? He thought. Why would she want him to be here? Maybe to see a new collection of dead insects, or alive. he pulled out the bug spray he had in his pocket preparing for what would be behind the doors.

He pushed it open,

Lucifer dropped the can and his eyes widened. In front of him was a small table. Alastor, with a wide smile, was sitting on one of the seats. He got up,

Lucifer shut the door immediately and leaned against. He could hear his heart beating, 

“ Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, “ He muttered repeatedly under his breath, Lucifer felt His Face heat up and His legs threatened to Give in. he did not expect this, he wished for something but he didnt think it would actually be answered.

He wasnt ready, all he was ready for is to go to his room and be alone with his depressing thoughts.

In front of him the shadow morphed and Alastor appeared, 

“ Your Duaghter Acts much like you, “ He stated, titling his head. Lucifer was stunned, all he could do was smile slightly, He couldnt speak. The Radio Demon saw that and took advantage.

“ I must say I prepared this for you and it was quite rude for you to slam the Door on such a thing, “ He put his hands behind his back and waited for the others response. 

Lucifer blinked, suddenly he was able to move. He cleared his throat, 

“ um, yes sorry about that- “ he forced out. The silence was ackward as Alastor seemed to be thinking, 

“ Well my dear I think we should start this over, “ He Held out his hand. “ May you join me for dinner, “ Lucifer stared at it, 

the thoughts of being alone for valentines day for the 10th year in a row dawned on him.

He didnt want that again, he wanted to be happy, he didnt want to keep deppressing over someone that didnt like him.

He should be looking forward to the one who does.. And he was right in front of him. 

A sudden burst of courage came to him, he gave his hand To alastor, which made him chuckle a little, 

“ good, thank you, “ Lucifers heart skipped a beat.

He led him by the hand and pulled a seat back. as Lucifer sat down Alastor kept his hand on his, once he was settled, he leaned forward and kissed Lucifer’s hand.

“ My highness “ he spoke, “ oh my Me, he said ‘ My ‘ instead of you, MY HIGHNESS “ Lucifer screamed in his head like a teenage girl.

“ in front we have a fantastic meal of deer that I picked and killed myself, I hope it is to your liking, “ he said while opening the cloche to reveal a fantastical meal.

“ why thank you Alastor, “ Lucifer said hiding his blushing face, he wondered why he was doing this, he never thought Alastor thoughtful.

“ may I ask why you are doing this? I thought you didn’t like Valentine’s Day “ he blurted out, As Alastor served both of them he looked up,

“ well a couple days ago you asked me about Valentine’s Day and I couldn’t help but notice your expression when i responded. “ Lucifer looked guilty, “ so I asked my mo- Rosie what I should do and she cheerfully helped me exert this wonderful dinner. “ he gestured around. Lucifer smiled helplessly,

“ oh, t-thank you Alastor, I’ve never saw you as a type to be romantic, “ Alastor smiled more genuinely,

“ well anything for my dear highness, “ he kissed Lucifer’s hand again, giving him butterflies.

It was a splendid meal, and the night was a dinner he won’t ever forget, he has never felt this alive in years.

They chatted all dinner, they laughed and even Alastor told him how it was like on earth, and the good things about. It made Lucifer relieved, that did not only sprout evil on earth, but buetiful things aswell.

Once they finished, Alastor spoke,

“ well, I must say, I now understand why people celebrate this vile holiday, if you find the right one.. it’s quite enjoyable, “ He looked deeply into Lucifer’s eyes, whose widened.

“ Right.. one ? “ Alastor nodded. It was a confession, Lucifer felt like he was about to faint,

“ Yes! “ he exclaimed getting up, he cleared his throat, blushed embarrassingly. “ I mean, I also agree, and this was wonderful, thank you Alastor. Tonight’s has been wonderful “ The Radio Demon got up aswell, he held out his hand, and Lucifer took it.

“ We aren’t done yet. I think we also have a reservation in your quarters.

“ Wait what? “ he said curiously, as they walked towards his room Alastor turned and winked,

“ Oh. “ Lucifer got the hint, he blushed then giggled,

“ oh Alastor, this has been my favorite Valentine’s Day for the first time in Eons “ Alastors eyes sparkles

“ that’s saying something if you were here before the birth of earth, “ Alastor said, Lucifer kissed the side of his chin. The walked in Lucifer’s quarters and closed the door

—

A couple hours later they were both laying on Lucifer’s bed. Alastor stared at Lucifer as he slept, he immediately passed out after he put one Pj clothes. The short king face was passive, he was like a kitten when he slept, he was adorable.

Adorable?

He has only called people adorable to spite people, but now he knew it was a genuine thought. He has never felt this way before, not even when he was alive.

“ Dad, Dad? “ Charlie knocked on the door. Alastor opened it with a flick of a hand, he did not want her to disturb his highness.

“ Dad? I was just wondering how you were doing. Nifty was acting weird but she said that you went u- “ she stopped immediately when she saw Alastor holding her dad defensively.

“ oh. Um well, ha I didn’t mean to disturb you, sorry! “ she stammered scooting back,

“ say a word to anyone and I will make love to your father again. “ he said roughly, narrowing his eyes. Her face cringed,

“ I did not need to know you did, to begin with, “ she shut the door quietly. Alastor Rolled his eyes,

Alastor felt Lucifer cuddle deeper in his chest, he sighed peacefully. Alastor leaned to kiss his head, which Lucifer unconsciously leaned toward it. Alastor laid his head on top of the blonde-haired and went to sleep.

The End.

The Make Love thing was inspired by a post I saw [ I don't remember where tho ]

[sayatumbles]

Jason loves Danny so much, but he can't give up being Red Hood. When he tells Danny this, he says, "I'm sorry, I love you but I can't give up Red Hood." He unintentionally leaves out "being", which would have cleared up the whole misunderstanding

Cut forward to a week later, Bruce just wants his son to be happy again. He's not sure why Jason and Danny broke up- Jason won't talk about it- but he's sure if he can just get them to work together they'll work it out. He calls Phantom in to help on a case in Gotham, saying he believes a ghost is involved. Phantom is a member of Justice League Dark, but he's also mostly retired from the hero buisness. He only comes in for ghosts and world-ending threats. His civilian identity is only known to a select few, Bruce being one.

Bruce pairs up Phantom and Red Hood for a stakeout.

It's rough. Red Hood doesn't understand why Phantom seems so uncomfortable around him, why he seems to dislike and distrust him so much. Sure, they've never met and Jason's reputation isn't the best, but still, this is a bit much. So he pulls Phantom aside to get answers.

"What the hell is up with you? What did I ever do to you?"

Phantom startles. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean for it to effect our teamwork, it's just a personal thing..."

"A personal thing? That made you hate me."

"No, no, I don't hate you," Danny insists, "Not really. I just- So I had this long term boyfriend, right? And I loved him so much, but then I found out he was cheating on me with his boss and I made him choose. He chose you."

Jason is notably confused. "What? I'm not dating anyone, let alone one of my goons," he argues. "In fact, I just had the love of my life break up with me. I don't know if I'm ever gonna date again, let alone go around stealing boyfriends."

Phantom seems upset by this. "Then how do you explain me finding your coat and helmet in our bedroom? He was always sneaking around with these terrible excuses and I tried not to pry because I love him more than I ever thought I could love anyone, but clearly something was up. I knew what it was when I found your things..."

The whole story was already hitting too close to home for Jason, but this really sealed the deal. There was no way... "Wait, Danny? Danny Fenton?"

Danny blinks, "Yeah? How did you figure me out?"

Jason rips off his helmet, "Because I'm your boyfriend. You thought I was cheating on you? I thought you wanted me to stop being Red Hood."

"Jason?! You're the Red Hood?" Danny is spiraling. "Of course I thought you were cheating on me, you had your boss' clothes. Except they're your clothes. Ancients, I feel so stupid."

"Danny, I would never cheat on you. You never have to worry about that."

"It didn't seem likely, but what else was I supposed to think? Why would I have come to the conclusion that you work as your own assistant?" Danny buries his head in his hands. "I can't believe I broke up with you over a stupid misunderstanding..."

"So," Jason ventures, "You don't care that I'm the Red Hood?"

Danny laughs. "Of course not. I would never stop you from helping others, Jason, no matter what. I know I can be pretty protective, but I would never force you to choose between me and a part of yourself."

Jason digs in his pocket for the little box he's kept with him everywhere he went since he bought it. He knew the perfect opportunity would show.

"If we never had a reason to break up in the first place, then I'd like to ask you something I was putting off for way too long," Jason takes Danny's hands in his own and lowers himself to one knee. Danny's eyes are wide and watery, green in a way Jason had never seen them before but still undoubtedly the eyes of the man he loves. They had so much to talk about now, but it could wait. They had their entire lives together if Danny said yes.

"Daniel Jackson Fenton, will you marry me?"

Ok but does Danny find out about his horrible misunderstanding or does Jason choose and Danny has to realize he was wrong from an outsider pov?

I like the idea of Jason choosing Danny only for Danny to be concerned about Red Hood Vanishing...

Honestly it’s up in the air with me.

My heart says that they should figure out the misunderstanding, but not before some good old heart to heart between close family and friends.

But the angsty route where Jason has to think the needs of the many vs the needs of the few.

That’s some good stuff.

Of course, they would find out later when the ghost kings called upon to help the world.

[thegayspencerreidstan]

Aaron with a nerdy touch starved bf, like ik he has a thing for touched starved losers. but still reader begging Aaron to come home and touch him !!

I WASNT SURE IF YOU MEANT THIS IN A SEXUAL OR NON SEXUAL WAY SO IM DOING IT IN THE NON SEXUAL WAY,,,BUT IF YOU WANTED IT TO BE A SMUT FANFIC,,,YOU CAN REQUEST THAT 🫶🫶🫶

Aaron Hotchner x Touch Starved!Male Reader

You were at home, in bed, cuddling with your pillows, Aaron had been working on a case for the past few days, so he wasn't really home alot, and you, being the touch starved boyfriend you were, had messaged him, practically begging him to come home...even just for a few minutes, but alas, he had told you he couldnt but promised that he would smother you with love when he got back which certainly cheered you up...but it wasn't enough, so here you were, in bed, cuddling with your pillows, desperately waiting for your lover to come home.

You finally found the motivation to get out of bed, but like a little child and their favorite stuffed animal, you took one of the pillows with you, holding it close to your chest, you definitely needed to invest in some kind of body pillow for when your lover was away, but for now, you went to the kitchen and made some breakfast, eating it slowly and sadly once you finished making it....to some it would seem childish...being so clingy and needy for physical affection, but to Hotchner...he loved it, it made him flustered and happy..and he loved hugging you, especially since you always tightly squeezed him.

All of a sudden, you heard the front door open, making you jump a little, you grabbed one of the kitchen knives, unsure if it was an intruder or not, but when the person walked into the kitchen, you gasped happily, it was Aaron, you put down the knife and pillow, immediately running over to him and jumping into his arms, he let out a soft chuckle and held you close "I'm sorry I was gone for so long handsome.." Aaron mumbled, kissing the top of your head, but you shook your head, telling him it was okay, he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, placing you down on the bed and laying down next to you, allowing you to cuddle him to your heart's content, you were happy.

SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED IN SO LONG...

[umbreoncomplex]

can i be honest? im really happy about buck being bisexual. yada yada oh but he didnt kiss eddie. whatever. okay? ive been with this show since that fateful night in january 2018. id seen the previews and ads for the show for a while and so i awaited the night eagerly and watched the premiere episode with my mom. this was 6 years ago, and i was young, and still new to being queer, and to me that was something you kept secret in online chatrooms and fanfiction read in the dead of night. i was young, and maybe trans maybe lesbian. and you weren't supposed to be those things in the "real world". and this is a truth i keep in my mind for a while. and then, i dont remember when, but we are introduced to karen. hens wife. these two become the first queer people ive seen on screen outside of online circles. away from fanfiction and cartoons. and they feel so real. so tangible. and i feel seen. because maybe ive met queer people before. but we were always tucked away into the digital world. this was cable tv. this is what everyone could see. and this meant there were dozens and dozens of people behind the scenes letting this be real. and in that moment i felt everything could be okay. and i found lonestar, i found paul, and by now i was familiar with queer people in media and in real life but paul was a trans man on tv and this was so new to me and once again i felt comforted. felt seen. i smiled when owen helped paul with skincare in that one bathroom scene and it was normal and okay. but heres the thing. these were queer people established from the beginning. and they have always been queer. and i love them for that. i love hen and i love paul and i love carlos and i love tk and i love nancy. but we have never gotten to see discovery yet. and ive been with this franchise 6 years. ive had all these queer headcanons in my head, some big ones i knew could never be true, but that's okay, because i could still imagine them and discuss them with friends and make them real to myself. and while buck being bi was plausible, maybe far more likely to happen than any other headcanon i had, i was familiar with this show. queer identities had been established from the beginning. you knew from the get go if a character would be queer or not. and so i expected this status quo to stay. and yet it didnt. because on the 100th episode of this show thats carried me through these psst few years, buck kissed a man. or more accurately, was kissed by a man. and he wasnt disgusted. wasnt appalled. didnt pull away. he reciprocated. and this wasnt like with tk. this isnt oh haha some guy thinks buck has a crush on him and buck is bewildered because oh! he's obviously straight. this is a kiss. and he kissed back. and when he lets go hes shocked. surprised. but not bothered. this is bucks "oh" moment, even described as such by oliver stark. this is a beginning. this isnt a scene they're going to throw away, but a story theyre starting. and it's going to be something entirely brand new for 911. because now we can see someone grow into their identity. accept it. learn to be themselves proudly. ive loved buck since day 1 of this series, and i cant help but feel proud. and i know he's just a fictional character yada yada who cares. but i care. because ive watched his story for 6 years. his struggle to love himself. to accept he can be desired and cared for. and hes been getting better. but now hes been introduced to something new. and now he must love himself in a new light, learn to love himself through change, and not just as a static personality. and im happy. and i wont stop being happy. and oliver stark said "you were right". and i was. and i cant believe i am. that this story can exist outside of my head. outside of online chatrooms. outside of fanfic. and it feels poetic, to watch buck come into himself in real time like this

[itsgrimeytime]

@imaginemyfavoritefics

Magnolia in May (Part Six) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

Taglist: @loliakeoghan23

Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TWS: kinda anti-Lori, angsty as hell (sorry), misunderstandings, hopelessness, settling, and crying.

[[A/N: Actually so fucked up over this. I thank What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish for this sudden sprint of new inspiration. Thanks for reading :)) ]]

"Lori," she added in, a wonderfully beautiful smile smoothing across her face, "-Mrs. Lori Grimes."

Suddenly, it wasn't raining around you. Or at least you couldn't feel it, despite the visual onslaught of the rain around you. You couldn't feel it-

"Mrs-" you cleared your throat -voice unsteady and scary, "-Mrs. Grimes?"

"Right, yes," she hummed, "-do you want to come inside? The rain is dreadful, I'd hate for you to get a cold. He should be down soon-"

"No," you answered, quickly -almost too quickly, "-no, I... It's not urgent enough to bother him."

"But it's urgent enough to walk in the rain?" She laughed -slightly, tilting her head, "-Really, he'll only be a few moments-"

"That's..." you paused, trying to keep your heart which was searing in your chest at bay, "-That's very kind of you, but I must be going."

"May I fetch you an umbrella, at least?"

You pursed your lips, squeezing your eyes shut and letting out a heavy breath -trying to will the urge of your heart, and be rational, "Yes, if it's not a bother."

"None at all," she spoke, holding the door open for you to enter, "-should only take a moment."

You flinched, but stepped forward, entering the entryway -the beauty of the paintings as stunning as when you first saw them. Paint rather layered and color varied, as you took a few timid steps -leading down the entry hall, and you would've gone back. Truly, not eager to spend more time here, but your eyes caught on something.

The shine of gold glimmered in the corner of your eye, and you'd only wanted to see a glance-

It was a family portrait, intricately painted with beautiful smiling faces. Lori was rather still, a rather practiced smile across her face, something rather off in it. Mr. Grimes was just to her right -face rather solemn, it didn't seem to fit him. You were so used to his smile, the crinkle by his eyes, seeing him happy -it didn't seem so in the painting. And in the middle stood a young boy, dark brown hair styled and blue eyes familiar -they were the same as his father's.

Your eyes skimmed over his figure, eyes as blue as the day you met him and curls pushed back rather harshly. His suit is a dark gray, a delicate thing with many layers -more sort of formal business look that you hadn't seen of the man yet. Still quite handsome, despite it all.

Something slipped down your cheek, unrestrained, vulnerable-

"Ms. Greene?"

You cleared your throat, scrubbing away at your eyes -the harsh red there surely leaving a mark. Even despite that, you tried to school your face into a more gentle expression -something to hide the pain. It was rather ungraceful.

"I seemed to be able to find one in the closet nearby," she continued, toying with the umbrella in her hand -until her eyes splashed up, resting startlingly still on your form.

Her eyes flickered to the painting, and back to you with a thoughtful sort of glance, "If you don't mind me asking, how do you know him?"

"Mr. Grimes?" you composed yourself, certainly wishing the tears away or the shake of your voice. Anything that gave you away.

"Well," you started, eyes unwillingly settling on him in the portrait (despite your better judgment) as you fidgeted with your skirt -mud caked upon it so thoroughly that you found it rather stiff, "-I met him in the market, really- more acquaintances than anything. Helped him find-"

"Judith," she answered -a little clipped, but you couldn't tell if it was because of you or mentioning Judith, "-I know. He's spoke of you."

You swallowed the cry in your throat -something stirring in you that he talked of you, but it felt numb. It felt so far than it had just the other day -tracing the inked letters repeatedly, hopeful. You knew you shouldn't have been hopeful, you told yourself-

"You danced," she added, approaching you with hesitant steps, eyes locked onto the portrait -detailing the figures in her own head, you assumed, "-all night at the ball, did you not?"

"Oh," you hugged your coat to your arms, the fabric growing stiff as it dried, "-that wasn't... Mrs. Grimes, you have nothing to-"

"It was," she interrupted, "-I know it was, Ms. Greene. I could see it in him."

"See it?"

She laughed, a little bittersweet -hand moving to rest upon your shoulder, "Richard Grimes is an easy man to read, I'm sure you've learned. As I showed up on his doorstep, his feelings for me had changed. I knew it, just didn't know who."

"And yet, he let you in?"

Lori didn't respond, a sort of silence developed in the entryway as you peered upon the painting -eyes caught on every curve of his face, everything you could recognize. He was rather solemn in the painting, sure, but it was still him. And a part of you wished to commit him to memory if you never saw him again, you wanted to remember.

"Could you," she paused, clearing her throat and dabbing at her eyes, "-Could you fall in love with him?"

"Mrs. Grimes-" you urged -you didn't want to come in between them, it was truly the last thing you'd want on your conscience.

"Ms. Greene, it is of no offense to me. Answer freely."

"You're his wife-" you echoed -tone in a sort of disbelief, "-how will another woman admitting she could love your husband not offend you?"

"I'm a wife who loves another man," she answered -voice shaky and echoing through the air, "-I can hardly judge."

You paused, eyes surfing over him in the painting -eyes lighting up with the familiar memories of crinkle smiles and berry baskets. You weren't there yet, sure, but could you be?

"I could," you answered with finality, tears rising up from your throat, "-I am. I am falling in love with him, isn't that just dreadful?"

Mrs. Grimes smiled lightly -a bittersweet feeling smoothing over his lips, "No, it truly isn't. But-"

You spun to her attention, heart heavy in your chest -a sort of dread clawing up your throat. It could never end well, could it?

"He loves his children," she started, hand moving from your shoulder down to the two of your clasped hands, "-and if my reconciling with him makes their lives easier, I know he will try to do it. And I..."

"You can't promise to say no," you finished, eyes a little bleary and heart cracked open, "-I wouldn't wish you to."

Lori flattened her mouth into a thin line, a deep sort of sorrow setting in her eyes -heartbroken, just like you, "It's a comfortable life, I'd be incompetent to turn it down, and for that, I'm... sorry."

You swallowed, tears washing down your face -steadfast, as your eyes settled on hers (a sort of mutual pain suffered there), "I'm sorry for you too, Mrs. Grimes."

She smiled a tight one that was barely upon her features -yet, you appreciated the little warmth that it garnered. It helped, that a family could be rebuilt from your broken heart, but it hadn't healed it.

You wondered briefly if it ever would.

And then, you heard it -the heavy fall of footsteps, tapping on the tile, and the voice. A voice you thought may stay in your head, despite the hurt that twisted in your gut.

"Lori?" he echoed down the hallways -tone rather straightforward, "-I finally got them to sleep if-"

You locked eyes with her, desperate, pleading as you took the umbrella from her hands, "Don't tell him I was ever here. You must understand this-"

She stared at you -a bit incredulously, "I mustn't lie, and he deserves to know-"

"I will not," you started, but the crack in your voice stopped you, "-I will not break up a family for something so... so trivial."

"It's not trivial," she spoke on instinct, "-I know that you know that-"

"Don't-" you echoed, faltering in place -heart only sinking lower, further, "-please, Mrs. Grimes. I can't- I can't hold onto this. I must, I must move on. You have to understand that-"

She looked at you, heavy and you could almost find solace in her pain -even just for a moment. A moment too long.

"Ms. Greene?" he spoke into the entryway, bouncing around the tiles and you couldn't find it in yourself to respond, to even turn around, "-Did you... Did ya travel 'ere in the rain?"

You coached yourself -years of practiced poise made it somewhat easy but in this moment, it was rather difficult. As your eyes matched his blue ones, a sort of wilt filtered through his face (he'd probably seen your crying, despite your work to hide it, it was always obvious), and almost on instinct, you saw his hand extend to you. To soothe.

"I... I was just going, Mr. Grimes," you spoke, lifeless compared to your previous words to the man, "-don't trouble yourself for me, I only wished for some shelter from the rain."

He paused, before flickering to the window -where the rain still held heavy, "It's still quite bad, Ms. Greene, I'm not sure-"

"Mr. Grimes, don't... don't make this harder than it has to be."

"Make what harder?" he asked -a flash between concern and confusion rippling across his face (You couldn't focus on it, it only hurt. All it could do was hurt.), "-I seem to be confused."

His eyes laid gently onto Lori then, as you felt your heart crush in your stomach -puzzle pieces falling to the floor with no match. And you willed yourself to step towards him, straightening his vest ever so slightly. Fingertips yearning for something so harshly, you couldn't help it.

"Mr. Grimes, you're a wonderful man-" you spoke -watery and bittersweet, "-but you're not mine."

[joculatrixster]

"ill admit i dont watch sos nor raft streams but im calling out ppl who r calling scott specifically abusive and ive literally never seen anyone as vilinized as scott in fics i can think off the top of my head 3 fics ive seen where scott is the vilian and portrayed as jimmys abuser which is NOT true for anyone u mentioned." You can't say Scott is the only one villainized in the same breath as admitting you haven't seen content where other CCs get villainized by the audience.

Many of the *exact same people* who criticize Scott have also come out with posts talking about how uncomfortable Sausage makes them, some of them specifically citing his behavior toward Jimmy in SOS. Of course, I can't say that's true for everyone in fandom who criticizes Scott, but in my experience people critical of Scott are critical of others, too, regardless of their sexuality. Saying the criticism is fueled by homophobia doesn't track when the people criticizing Scott are also criticizing straight CCs/characters for very similar things.

Everyone has a different fandom experience based on what circles/fan archives/discussion boards they're on, and even on the same site people can have different experiences because of stuff like algorithms and who you're following. IIRC I have seen a fic where Grian, Jimmy, Joel and Lizzie were all siblings and Lizzie called out Grian and Joel for not being good brothers to Jimmy, while the only fic I've seen with Scott being "villainized" was a short ficlet where he did something small out of jealousy that didn't have any long term effects. I have actually gone *looking* for toxic FH fanfic and not found any. (I like complicated messy relationship story lines, so I feel like toxic FH in fic form would be fun to read.) Obviously this has not been your experience, but you seem to be treating your fandom experience as if it's the same for everyone else, which it's not.

its nnot just my experience when multiple multiple ppl have spoken out about how prominent it is specifically for scott again if its just a small issue id understand but the normalization is insane, ive seen a fic where scott turns jimmy into his pet doll and he needs to be saved from his clutches. ive read a gic where scott kills pearl and wants to destroy the entire world and has jimmy as his pet who he promised to keep as long as he stayed uner his thumb. ive read a fic where scott just leaves jimmy at the alter and pearl hunts him down and lashes out violently at him and we r meant to side w pearl for attacking him bc he didnt feel bad for poor jimmy. these were not obscure fics or small fics. u seem to assume an issue others r clearly pointing out theyve seen way more than others is only something some fridnge guy is complaining about instead of perhaps something UVE missed hm? uve seen 1 fic where joel and grian r kinda shitty to jimmy and get called out ive read multiple fics where scott breaks down jimmy as a person and needs to be saved from him, ive seen multiple posts calling irl scott smajor am abuser bc of one clip, ive seen pll say jimmy deadass is uncomfortable w FH and doesnt like scott which is just weird ass behavior. yes sausage gets flack i belive this but i haven't seen a shit ton of fics making sausage break jimmy soan mentally then get killed or punished in the end for being an irredeemable abuser. ive seen multiple of that for scott or just seeing scott in general in a veryyy negative light which is clearly due to an unfavorable interpretation of his character. which is fine, but name three fics where grian is intpreted that unfavorably w over 100 kueos. no seriously show me the fics where grian dies in the 3nd and its a thing everyone is happy about in the ficand they do not mourn him at all bc they hated him. go on!

its funny how ur orignal anon nitpicked my post and ur reply again nitpicks one part of a wider post as if the point i said was even what ur replyin to, im talking fandom space but even if i wasnt im talking life series fandom while i do mention oli thats just to ponnt out that One scott clip is not Just a scott thing, girl. vilinized in life series aka what i tagged, dont be stupid here its literally just making u look stupid 😭i used grian as an example bc hes someone who acts similar in the space i was criticizing and not sausage bc i am aware things may be different in a DIFFERENT context. ur majorlyyyy derialing and not rlly proving me wrong ur just proving that u dont rlly get what im saying which is fine but also all ur points r just...not disproving anything l. ur example is 1 grian and joel being criticized in one(1) fic(which is not what vilianized even means dude but hey ill give u this u did find one somewhat grian neg fic!) and 2 a guy not even in the fandom i tagged. girl...