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I don't know where all of you came from, but I'm glad you all agree with the truth (my heavily biased opinion)
I'm literally so obsessed with the fact that Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu married the most extreme versions of each other
like, I'm pretty sure that people have already brought this up, but Shang Qinghua and Luo Binghe have the same, "I'm just a little guy, you wouldn't hurt a little guy, would you?" pathetic, pitiful, crybaby aura (even though Binghe is a lot more selective with it lol)
and Shen Qingqiu and Mobei-Jun are icy beauty, rich, dense, spoiled brats that both go insane over (1) pitiful hamster man (for different reasons, but still)
I feel like if they didn't fucking die and get transmigrated, they could've had a cute assholes to assholes but lovers arc :<
#but now that i have a captive audience#let me tell you about how hilarious their relationship would be if they actually had gotten together in canon#like#shen qingqiu has so many suitors#and he chooses not the prettiest#not the strongest#but the one who knows how to do taxes#shang qinghua is probably seen as a weak fighter and anxiety ridden#but a generally reliable but bullyable man lol#who can also get previously thought fictional artifacts and treasure flowers that no one has seen in centuries for his husband?????#and recently patented a bunch of revolutionary technology and inventions he was just sitting on before????#and even though Shen Qingqiu has a reputation of having a silver tongue and being the scarier of the two#people who are genuinely problems/have the potential to be a nuisance have a tendency to just... dissappear#or become concerningly deferential to Shang Qinghua#so maybe they are a good match to outsiders lol#also off topic#but i feel like Shen Qingqiu's wife kink and Shang Qinghua's daddy kink/god complex would combine into the most horrendous dirty talk#and I'm not strong enough to write that yet#any takers? 👀
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i lose interest in a fic if they have lucius be a horrible husband/lover to cissy.... have him be as terrible to draco as u want and play with the narrative that not treasuring her son is in a way cruel to her -- sure, but having him be outright ab*sive to her?? 😭 that's his wife argghh
#bad dads arent always also bad husbands!!!#its more interesting in fiction if they aren't actually cause u get the double of not understanding hes not being good to her by being#cruel to her son!!!! also u can get the whole marriage failing cause she does treasure their child#and him not understanding....#lees babbles
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Nicky's mom has got it going on (Part 1)
You are best friends with Nicholas Scratch, and one day he invites you over to his house when his mom is there, and shit, you didn't realize his mom was so hot. Non-magical AU
Word count: 2100+
Warnings: 18+, allusions to smut, actual smut will be in later parts, mommy issues (duh)
“Got any plans tonight?” your best friend Nicky asks you, making easy conversation. You had been organizing books on the A-F fiction shelf at the Barnes & Noble at the mall, where you and Nicholas Scratch worked in your free time. You had met him through Westview University, where you both attended school. But when you both started working at the bookstore in the beginning of the year to make a little extra money, you two became fast friends.
“Not really. My parents are working late so I’m on my own. Probably just going to reheat leftovers and watch tv.” The campus was only twenty minutes away from your parents’ house, and ten away from his, so you both lived at home.
“You finished all the chem homework?” he asks, a teasing grin on his face. You’re both in the same Introduction to Chemistry class, with Ms. Dottie Jones. She was a stickler and gave out a packet of homework almost every day. It was everyone’s least favorite class.
You groan. Somehow you had forgotten, and it was due tomorrow. Looked like you had plans after all for the evening. “Fuck,” is all you say, Nicky laughing.
“I haven’t started it either. Want to come over and do it? I’m sure you could stay for dinner. My mom’s cooking and she can help with the homework.”
You smile, gracious for the offer. You had been over to his house a few times, but you hadn’t met his mom yet. You could use the company, and the help for sure. Chemistry was your worst subject, but Nicky was pretty good at it. Apparently his mom, Agatha Harkness, had a background in it, so she was always helping Nicky.
“That would be lovely, thank you. Do you want to go straight there after we get off?” You quickly check your watch. There’s still 45 minutes left in your shift.
“Yeah, that works. Let me text my mom and tell her that you’re coming over.”
“Will she mind?” The last thing you wanted to do was intrude. Nicky and his mom were incredibly close, as it was just the two of them, and according to Nicky, Agatha treasured the time she got to spend with him around her busy schedule. You hadn’t heard much about Nicky’s father and Agatha’s ex-husband, only that they had gotten divorced when Nicky was fourteen and was out of the picture.
“Not at all. She’s been dying to meet you.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket, checking around to make sure no customers or your manager are nearby, and quickly types out a quick message. You make a mental note to text your parents when you finished your shift to let them know you were getting dinner with friends. They wouldn’t mind, plus you were sure you’d still be home before them.
“Thank you,” you say again, and get back to organizing the books.
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You pull into the driveway, following Nicky’s car. Their house never fails to take your breath away. It’s a beautiful two story Victorian style house, with a steep roof, wrap-around porch, and large windows with paned glass. It’s almost Halloween, and clearly Nicky and his mom go all out. Inflatable ghosts, fake gravestones, pumpkins, and other decorations fill their giant yard and you can’t help but smile. Halloween is one of your favorite holidays, and this year Nicky’s mom was hosting a party for the neighborhood and you had been invited. Nicky leads you to the front door, unlocks it, and motions for you to go in first. The smell of pumpkin and cinnamon hits your nose and you inhale slowly. You can hear noises coming from the kitchen and you trail behind your friend as he leads you to the source.
In the kitchen, a woman is facing away from you, stirring something in a large pot on the stove. Her long, curly black hair tumbles down to her lower back and she is wearing a flannel with navy pants. On the island, you can see some candles flickering. So that’s where the smell was coming from.
“Mom, this is–” Nicky starts, but his mom whips around and exclaims, announcing your name before he even gets a chance.
Holy shit, is your first thought. Nicky’s mom is hot. Her long hair frames her pale face and her bright blue eyes trace you up and down. The top two buttons of her flannel are undone, so you can see her collarbones and a peek of the smooth skin of her chest.
“Oh, hi,” you stammer. “So nice to finally meet you.”
A wide smile overtakes her face and she sticks out a hand. It takes you a beat, but then you remember what you’re supposed to do. You take her hand and shake it, trying to ignore how soft her palm is.
“Nicky’s told me so much about you,” she gushes. “He clearly forgot to mention what a sight for sore eyes you are.” She playfully winks and you figure all the blood in your body has to have rushed to your cheeks, based on how hot they feel.
“Mom,” Nicky whines, shooting you an apologetic look. You let out an awkward chuckle, eyes darting back and forth between mom and son.
His mom waves a hand at him. “Yeah, yeah. Well, I’m Agatha. Nicky said you guys are going to work on some homework. Don’t hesitate to ask if you need help, and I’ll give you guys a shout when dinner is ready! Hope you like lamb stew.” Right on cue, your stomach rumbles and Agatha shoots you a smile. “Nicky, why don’t you get your friend a snack while I’m cooking?”
Nicky nods and rummages through the pantry. He grabs a box of cookies and you guys walk up to his room. You sit down at his desk and he flops onto his bed.
“Your mom is nice,” you say casually, trying not to give away how flustered you are because of her.
“She’s pretty cool. Alright, let’s get started. Last time I checked, the packet was eight pages and at least half are balancing equations.”
Ugh. That thought is enough to turn your attention from Agatha to the reality of the situation. You have a lot of homework to get done.
You have just gotten to the third page when Agatha pokes her head in. “How’s homework going?” she asks, and you and Nicky simultaneously groan. She walks over to you, stealing your paper and gently perching on the desk, which you’re sitting at. You struggle to remember how to breathe when her thigh brushes against your knee. “This one is wrong,” she says, pointing at number 13. “You have an extra oxygen on the left side.”
Nicky drops his head into the bed with a muffled swear. Agatha meets your eyes and smiles softly. Fuck, her mouth is pretty.
“Why don’t you take a break? Come downstairs and eat dinner and then we’ll work through this together,” she offers. She holds your homework back out to you and you take it, wondering if she slid her fingers across yours on purpose.
At the table, Agatha sits across from you and Nicky is to your right. She asks you all about college, your major, and what you want to do after.
“Have you guys decided what you’re wearing to the party next week?,” she then asks.
“I’m going to be a witch,” you answer, and you swear her eyes light up. “I ordered my costume last week so it should be here soon. Nicky still hasn’t figured out what he’s going as yet.”
Nicky scoffs in protest. “Hey! I’m narrowing it down between a pirate or a superhero. Also, mom loves witches so watch out.”
“Halloween is next week, dude, you better figure it out soon,” you tease and Agatha laughs.
“You tell him,” she says and the two of you share a grin.
“Whatever. I’m going to the bathroom,” Nicky says, standing up and pushing in his chair.
There is a moment of silence as you and Agatha eat some stew. Then she says, “So, y/n, do you have a boyfriend?”
You almost drop your spoon back in the bowl. Is she–no. She is probably trying to get a feel of yours and Nicky’s relationship. “Um, no. I’m actually gay,” you say, finding the stew suddenly incredibly interesting. After Agatha is silent for a few seconds, you look up at her to find a smirk stretched across her face, eyes looking darker than they were.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
Her voice is low and you swallow hard, begging the fire in your stomach to die down. This is Nicky’s mom. Nicky’s incredibly attractive mom whose hands, at the moment, you desperately wanted to feel tracing your body. Sliding over your lips, maybe even around your throat. Fuck.
“No,” you say, barely above a whisper. “There’s really no girls in school that I’m interested in.”
Agatha opens her mouth, ready to say something, and you preemptively lean closer, but at that moment, Nicky walks back in and sits down next to you, completely oblivious to your flushed face and his mom’s look of…disappointment?
No. You are clearly just reading into things. Nicky’s mom, who is much older than you are, does not want you.
She’s just being nice, and you are being insane.
You really need to get your mommy issues under control.
Agatha clears her throat. “So, how’s working at the bookstore going?”
“It’s pretty good. Nicky definitely makes the shifts go by faster,” you say, turning to look at him appreciatively. “Except for tomorrow, because someone has to do a group project for their sociology class and can’t work.” The glare you gave Nicky is playful and he snickers.
“So sorry. I’d honestly rather be at work. My group sucks. I honestly wonder how one of the people made it into college,” he says. You agree. You’ve done a fair share of group projects already for some of your classes, and it is often a struggle.
You look back at Agatha, but she doesn’t say anything. The rest of dinner passes quickly, and soon it’s time to get back to homework.
You and Nicky decide to move downstairs so Agatha can help. She’s talking quickly, gesturing down at your paper, but you’re too busy staring at her lips to actually understand what she’s saying. Which is totally fine, until she asks you a question.
“Sorry?” is all you can say, internally cursing for looking like an idiot. She doesn’t look disappointed. Instead, it almost looks like she knows why you’re so distracted. She repeats it slowly, something about if there’s six oxygens on the left side, how many carbon dioxides do we need on the right side. “Three?” you say, sort of guessing.
“Good girl,” she says approvingly, in that raspy voice of hers, and you honest-to-god clench around nothing. You can literally feel yourself getting wetter by the second. And then she moves onto the next question like she didn’t just say that.
It’s almost ten thirty at night by the time you finish your homework and you stand up with a yawn.
“Do you want to stay the night?” Agatha asks. “You can stay in the guest room, I’m sure I can find some clothes for you to wear.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude,” you say, and she immediately shakes her head.
“You won’t be at all. Come on,” she insists, and you glance at Nicky before she pulls you after her up the stairs. She leads you into her bedroom and lets go of you to walk into her closet and you take the opportunity to look around her room.
Her bed is neatly made, with a cream duvet and a dark, wooden headboard. Her nightstand is the same colored wood and there’s a framed picture of her and Nicky from probably ten years ago. A fireplace is tucked into the corner and dark purple curtains cover the windows.
“Here you go. These should fit. There should be extra toothbrushes and toothpaste in the guest bathroom. If you need anything else, just let me know,” Agatha says, handing you a pile of clothes. “Have a good night, sweetheart.”
You’re too flustered to say anything back so you give her a smile and make your way to the guest room. It’s right by Nicky’s room, so you stop in to say good night and then you text your parents that you’re spending the night at a friend’s house.
The pajamas Agatha gave you – if you can even call them that – slide right onto your body. It’s a silky purple nightie with a black robe and it hugs your curves in all the right places. You look hot and for a second, you think about going to see Agatha again. Just to thank her, you tell yourself unconvincingly.
But you make yourself brush your teeth and get into bed, feeling the wetness still between your thighs.
#agatha harkness x reader#agatha x reader#agatha harkness smut#agatha harkness x fem!reader#agatha x you#agatha all along
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Pt. 13 - (Pseudo) Pregnancy
A/N: The only trope yee aunt Peggy will never ever write is actual pregnancy… Meanwhile cannibalism, dune-typical incest, non-con, no problem, but pregnancy is just too close to irl body horror for me, but luckily I can make up anything in the world of fiction and beat the trope into a shape of my liking 😂😌 thank you @nocturn-warrior for the spark of inspiration to pick this prompt hehe 🤭
Can be seen as part of the Night Crawler universe, I think <3
TAGS: she/her AFAB FMC, breeding kink, descriptions of pregnancy symptoms without an actual child growing in there, FMC is thin enough to see a distension of the womb, squirting, dub-con
WORD COUNT: 450
"You're whining so much today," Feyd-Rautha groans, situated warm and hard between her spread thighs.
"Yes," she grates out through clenched teeth, pushing against her husband's round shoulders with no real fight aside from the nails that scrape over his velvety skin. "I'm too full and you damn well, a-ahhh, k-know it!"
A hard jab of his cock has made a splash of wetness spatter against his hard abdomen and she burns up with shame, feeling the wet glide of skin against her already distended belly.
"Too full, sweetling?" Her insatiable husband grins black and wide, slowing his thrusts and canting his pelvis against the spot that causes her nerves to jitter and more essence to drip past the root of his cock. "I think there's room for a few more of my whelps in your warm, little womb."
Her channel spasms around his obscene girth upon that and he taunts her with laughter. His sweet wife is rotten and can't help the twitching of her needy cunt at the thought of being bred round and full by her virile husband.
All of this is just play. The na-Baron doesn't like the idea of sharing the attention of his treasured toy with a bawling, nagging, vomiting offspring. She can all but pray that it remains this way. Forced into marriage and this play of pretend, she won't allow him to force her into anything else, or their marriage will end in a bloodbath.
"Mmmh, just be still, my darling. Your husband knows what's best for you." Feyd-Rautha picks up speed, stuffing himself into her slick hole despite her indignant whines about the change of tempo. "If you don't wanna keep still, I might just strap you in next time, put you in a harness like a broodmare and stuff you so full that my seed drips down your legs."
His cock jumps against her snug walls and he lets his head fall forward, drool on his lips when he empties himself with stuttering hips, forehead pressing against his wife's. She shivers when his eyes snap open, dark and yearning beneath blonde lashes.
With every rush of seed into her body, the artificially injected cocktail of enzymes that lies dormant in her blood induces a rush of amniotic fluid into her womb. The pressure makes her groan and whine and that's also how she knows it's not real, because it happens too fast.
Feyd reaches one hand between their bodies, the one with the wedding band, and pats her belly, whispering with gravelled breath how pretty she looks, swollen with his heir and how well she carries his Harkonnen brood.
The effect lasts only a couple of days— But Feyd-Rautha fucks his wife more often than that.
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Her Hellhound (Headcanons) Yandere Carmilla Carmine X Male Hellhound Reader (Hazbin Hotel)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with another chapter! This one is Yandere Carmilla Carmine X Hellhound male Reader headcanons and maybe more! Now let's do this! Please enjoy this!]
(Disclaimer: Carmilla Carmine is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)
-Yandere Headcanons With Carmilla Carmine X Male Hellhound Reader-
.Carmilla did not have a problem with hell hounds persay. .She did not feel one way about them or the other.
.They were just there and sometimes even worked for her as guards for her.
.She does not hate them for who or what they are, but she has never really thought about them more than guards or employees.
.Sometimes she has seen them as dogs, because of the way society portrays them, but that was rare.
.Then she met you, a hellhound male that was looking for work.
.She was taken aback by who you were and what she felt for you.
.Such a handsome man, and such a strong man.
.She hired you as a personal bodyguard for herself and sometimes her daughter.s
.You did not fail her, and she noticed how you put your life on the line even against heaven's angles to protect her daughters.
.This made her see you in a very high light.
.She trusts you with secrets and knows that you are loyal to her.
.She would trust her girls with you as well, knowing that they are safe with you.
.She loves you like she has loved no other. .Of course, she knows that her love for you is fleeting, as you are a hellhound and not immortal like her.
.Even if you aged slowly there was still the difference that you would age and one day die.
.She hates that with all her heart, cause she knows one day that time will come when your life ends and she will continue on.
.So for this she makes every moment count.
.She is the type of yandere that would spend all this time with you treasuring all the time she can spend with you. .Cherishing it, and cherishing you.
.She would love to find a way to make you immortal, but she knows that that is not in the cards.
.So she is not going to spend all that time researching it when she can make all the memories she can with you.
.With rivals she is protective of you and can play the ownership card.
.She sees that you are hers and her rivals have no chance at you cause by hell's laws she owns you.
.So if rivals tried anything she would pull out that she technically owns you and they can back the fuck off.
.If the rivals do not back off then, well they are as good as dead because she is the top weapon arms dealer in hell and NO ONE is taking her man away from her!
.She would love to also have her kids see you as their dad and let you help in the parenting.
.She wants to share her life with you and all it entails.
.She would also want to marry you and make you her husband, not giving a fuck about what other overlords or Lucifer say.
.She is going to spend every moment she can to make a life worth remembering with you.
.She is the type of yandere that can seem a bit cold and calculating.
.But also the yandere that loves with all her heart and would bear whatever storm comes her way to keep you the man of dreams, and her future husband safe.
.She is a very protective yandere that will be your armor and will be your sword to protect and defend you with her life.
.She is not some damsel in distress she Is a brave yandere that will fight to the death to protect you her man, just as she would to protect her daughters.
.She would confess to you after you two had been dating for some time.
.If you accept her love she is so happy she may just cry tears of joy, because unlike you she is a sinner she was sent to live in hell, and you were born in hell.
.You are something that is good in soul while she earned her place in hell.
.If you turn her down she is not mad, she is not upset, she is not hurt.
.It just means she has to try harder to earn your love.
.She will not punish you, or hurt you, or kidnap you.
.She is a fair yandere.
.But MAN OH MAN! You better not cheat on her or tell her you are already seeing someone! Because she is still a yandere. She would make sure your partner is dealt with.
.And she will make it so that you had no idea that it was her.
.In her mind she is the only one good enough for you, and she will earn your love, but she is not going to let anyone else get in the way of her earning your love, you can count on that!
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
#yandere#yandere carmilla carmine#yandere hazbin hotel#yandere headcanons#headcanon#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel carmilla#carmilla carmine#carmilla carmine x reader#reader#male reader#hellhound reader
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I’m sorry (not sorry), but even if we don’t like Revolver, there is one thing I really like about him:
He has beautiful eyes…
#yugioh#ygo#yugioh duel links#ygo duel links#duel links#yugioh vrains#ygo vrains#vrains#treasure planet#I know I made this joke way back when#but the gif didn't even show for me after I posted it :(#and I'm guessing that problem wasn't exclusive to me#so TAKE TWO#yes OP Revolver has very pretty eyes#if only he had the soul to match#also love that you're using Paradox#two of my fictional husbands are duking it out in this picture and I love it
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Hey Chai,
This is a long one, so I’m gonna start out by first thanking you for this blog you’ve created as a safe place to share your thoughts and those of others, including when they disagree with you! You are both admirably unabashed and pleasantly down to earth in how you carry yourself on here! Now to get into the meat of it, I felt like sending in my thoughts on the idea of “wasted potential” as applied specifically to Lucifer from Haz_bin Ho_tel, and to ask you for your thoughts on that concept and Lucifer as a specific example (if you wanted to share them, of course)! I want to clarify that I’ve never personally liked referring to characters, story beats, or theme explorations in a piece of fictional media as “wasted potential” because some part of me feels that I don’t get to make that judgement call when I wasn’t the one writing. This isn’t me claiming that I am better or more mature than people who discuss wasted potential within media analysis - I am well aware that I am entitled to dislike the direction a character or story is heading as much as any human - this is just me saying that I personally never try and act like I could speak on knowing what was better for someone else’s creative vision, so I just tend to keep my thoughts to myself. Until I witnessed what Vi_v did to Lucifer. Memes are funniest when quoted ironically, but it was after episode six that I sincerely said out loud to myself “look how they massacred my boy!”
In the days of the pilot and promotional character art, Lucifer was my favorite character. Viewers barely knew anything about him, but the little we did know was OVERFLOWING WITH POTENTIAL. He was my favorite character design in the entire show, and a near hyperfixation in my mind. The limited information and visuals we were given were those of a well dressed, unwaveringly confident, and - seemingly - unapologetically aware player in a story about the slaughter of sinners and the near-lost cause of Charlie’s efforts towards their redemption. He was the King of Hell, husband to the first woman in existence, instigator of human sin, and REBEL AGAINST GOD. Even juicier, assuming we never got to see him as his own character, there was at least the mystique of the domino affect he had on the characters of the show including Charlie, Alastor, and even Vaggie as Charlie’s girlfriend and a fallen angel, herself. The second-hand accounts we heard of him through Charlie - specifically “I think dad was right about me-“ and “- you don’t take shit from other demons!” - depicted a character who had little sympathy for Charlie’s goal or the sinners while still showing his care for her in his own, twisted way. All of this oozed with POTENTIAL for the enormity of this character and his weight on the story as the embodiment of pride and as the King of Hell.
And we, the audience of the final product, got NONE OF THAT. The final character - the canon depiction thrown at our faces following over four years of anticipation - was a self-pitying, judgmental, immature, wishy-washy, absentee father who remained WILLFULLY unaware of the life and ambitions of the singular child he claimed he wanted a better relationship with and took ZERO accountability in running the very people and kingdom he had been stuck with for 10,000 years! He didn’t even know his daughter, the princess of Hell and his most treasured family, had a girlfriend of multiple years. In a lot of ways, he was a well-dressed man-child constantly shouting some version of “I DON’T WANNA!”.
And GOD did that hurt to see. How it hurt to see his wasted potential.
There were so many things he could have been starting in late 2019, so many things that seemed perfect for both a character and story beat as would have explored the greater themes of the show itself. Unfortunately, he wasn’t any of them on that particular day in late January of 2024. The CLOSEST he ever gets to embodying that potential was when he was protecting his daughter while beating the holy light out of Adam in the finale, but even his statement of “You’re in my house, bitch!” doesn’t depict the imposing and unmeasurably egotistical being of pride he seemed to be in 2019, it just sounds like something any person would say in a cocky manner punching down on someone who broke into their house. For me, it took the wind out of my sails to see how far my once adored character had fallen from the character he COULD have been. How he had been denied all the potential that he once had. Potential that, through writing choices by the creative team, was decidedly "wasted".
So those are my feelings as applies to both the concept of “wasted potential” in writing and to the character of Lucifer in Haz_bin Ho_tel. I apologize again for how long this whole rant has been, but if you have any of your own thoughts or want to comment on my whole spiel around how we describe wasted potential as viewers and Lucifer as a possible example, I would be excited to hear them!
Thank you again for this space you have created and keep fighting the good fight, even if that’s just for the freedom to our own opinions on popular media!
No apologies, Anon, and thank you for the kind words! Everyone should feel like they have a safe, fun place to bitch about how much they dislike popular media...whether HH runs for one more season or 10, I'll do my best to keep this little pocket available!
Thank you for your heartfelt Lucifer thoughts. I know back in the day, when I still loved and had high hopes for this show and actually hoped Viv could get Weird Al to voice Lucifer, this was the thing that made me really fall in love with him. If I'd known back then that he'd turn into a crude, idiotic frat boy, I wouldn't have bothered.
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I think the longer these shows run, the more it gets to be that people are mourning their favorite characters and the potential they could have had. It's pretty painful to love a character so deeply, to be so excited to see what they become, and to be rewarded with the worst possible version of them you could imagine. Happened with Stolas for me, with Lucifer for you...it's a story you hear time and time again.
It sucks.
#Anonymous#vivziepop critical#hazbin hotel critical#viv stuff#actual blog post#nice things people say#video reply
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Dropping some silly Shuggy content bc it's how I cope-
Shanks was found as a baby in a treasure chest. Buggy was semi-force-adopted off the streets at about 6/7. Roger really just went "Anyone gonna parent these kids" and was already signing pretend adoption papers furiously before anyone could so much as breathe.
The Roger crew tried to teach the boys school-like things, but Shanks HATED it while Buggy was just gobbling itt up like a dehydrated horse in a desert oasis.
Buggy LOVED reading (and still does in the present), but he has a soft spot for fantasy stories and fiction. He worries the others would make fun of him for it, but Shanks is Not Having That. He offers to be the one to ask for those books on the condition that Buggy read to him before bed. He acts put out and huffy about it, but Shanks can see him blushing every time he snuggles closer or asks a question.
Roger knows damn well about the truth bc he too sometimes joined story time. Buggy has that Performer Energy down to a SCIENCE.
It gets out eventually, and the crew tries to tease Buggy for it ((even though they didn't tease Shanks, and the redhead Will Remember That)). The guys ask if Buggy likes them bc he wants to be a princess, to which Shanks goes surprisingly nuclear, going on about how if Buggy was ANYONE'S princess, he'd be HIS because the princesses are smart, brave, strong and beautiful, and their knights need someone to be the brains and drive. Buggy is the brains and Shanks is his knight. Pirate princess and pirate knight!!
A few hours later, once he has successfully calmed Buggy down and Captain has punished everyone for bullying his kids, Shanks has the BRILLIANT idea of getting "married".
"Princesses can be flashy, but the warrior queen from the last book was SO COOL and I think you'd make a better queen than a princess because queens are SUPER SMART and lovely and strong and just like you!"
"You think so...?"
"Mmhm! So we just gotta make you a queen! How do princesses become queens?"
"Don't they get married?"
"Oh yeah! Then let's be married! That way you can be MY queen and I'll be YOUR king!"
They sneak into the treasury, looking for rings. There are none - at least, none that would fit. ((Shanks stole one for Buggy when they get bigger)). So they decide to do the next best thing!
They drag Roger onto the next island, make rings out of dandelions, have him officiate, and marry each other with flower rings so they're king and queen now. Then they make a wish on the dandelions.
They consider it their Real Marriage. It was officiated and everything, and they still refer to each other as Husbands ((or Wife when Buggy's feeling more femme)), and everyone is absolutely flabbergasted when it comes up in conversation.
Shanks lost his band when he gave his arm up for Luffy, but Buggy sent an 'anonymous' gift with a replacement. He wears it on a necklace now.
Buggy wears his ring on a necklace as well, or sewn into the inside of his hat or in a jewelry box he keeps under lock and key, depending on the day.
The breakup they had post-execution was smoothed over, they have an open marriage, and they still love one another in the sweetest, most cavity inducing way imaginable.
((PS, Luffy, once crowned King, mentions to Shanks that he was the closest he had to a dad. While Shanks I'd emotional, Luffy grins at Buggy and goes "so should I call you mom or dad?"))
Shooting me would've been less painful than reading this because now I am sobbing crying and shaking on the floor and I will never forget this. The whole concept about Buggy loving to read and Shanks doing it for him always makes me go insane, but the crew making fun of Buggy and Shanks protecting him without hesitating? Not even once? And telling him that they should get married? Okay. Wow. Okay. I need a second. Because this is just,,, So sweet. And Roger and Rayleigh would literally die when they told them about the idea. Like they would probably have a tiny heart attack from how cute these kids are. Rayleigh would probably go "Isn't it a bit too soon? Think about it first you idiots-" but Roger is already planning everything because his impulsive romantic ass can't wait for his kids to get married lmfao. Also, non-binary/genderfluid Buggy my beloved because me too, Buggy, me too.
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Lover x Gorgeous
Will you?
Louis x Merry
Louis x Merry x Paper Rings x Enchanted
The Coronation of the High Queen
Husbands
Merry
Lady Merry
ROP OC Moodboard
Merry x Celebrimbor x Gil-Galad
Merry Celebrimbor x Gil-Galad v2
Merry x Celebrimbor x Gil-Galad v3
Merry x Celebrimbor x Gil-Galad - Book Cover
Merry x Celebrimbor x Gil-Galad x Lover x Gorgeous
Chaos Mood for @bananaphanta
Pretty Mood for @starladyy
Pure Art for @starladyy
Four Fictional Crushes
Myself as a moodboard
Myself as a moodboard v2
Name x Core x Pinterest
2024 Energy - Original post by @thesolarangel
My year in Blorbos 2024 - Original by @hippodameia
Louis Oakley
Louis Oakley x Lover
ME in another universe, but can also be Celebrimbor x Mirdania
ROP Stills
Husbands
WIP - Elrond x Gil-Galad
Charles Edwards
Charles Edwards v2
Charles Edwards x Benjamin Walker
Ships (Platonic and Romantic):
Arondir x Bronwyn x Paper Rings
The Brandyfoots
Celebrían x ROP!Elrond x Home
Disa x Durin x Elrond
Elendil and Isildur
Elendil and Eärien and Isildur
Galadriel x Halbrand x Out of the Woods
Galadriel x Halbrand x Stars
Galadriel x Elendil x Stars
Gil-Galad x Elrond x Willow
Haladriel - Galadriel x Halbrand
Adar:
Adar x Home
Adar x Moon
Adar
Summer Celebration Week 1
Arondir:
Arondir x Bad Blood
Arondir x Stars
Arondir x The Story of Us
Summer Celebration Week 1
Bronwyn:
Brownwyn - The Southlands
Summer Celebration Week 1
Celebrimbor:
Celebrimbor x Treasure
Summer celebration Week 1
Sneak-peak
Disa:
Disa x Look What You Made Me Do
Elrond:
Elrond x Dear Reader
Elrond x Magic and Light
Elrond x Treasure x Sun
Lord Elrond of Rivendell feat both Aramayo and Weaving
Summer Celebration Week 1
Galadriel:
Modern!Galadriel x Coffee
Galadriel x Pillow
Lady Galadriel - Cate Blanchett x Morfydd Clark
Galadriel x The Man
Summer Celebration Week 1
Gil-Galad:
Gil-Galad
Do it for him
Kemen:
Kemen x Bullying
Marigold Brandyfoot:
Marigold Brandyfoot
Poppy Proudfellow:
Poppy Proudfellow
Sail-master
The Sail-master x Gorgeous
Sauron/Halbrand
Sauron x Bejeweled
Sauron Appreciation Society
Countdown - 28 August: One / Sauron
Aragorn x Arwen x Love Story
Boromir x Anti-Hero
Eomer x Shieldmaiden!Reader
Éowyn x Heart
Éowyn x Faramir x Enchanted
Frodo and Sam x Safe and Sound
Legolas x Enchanted
Merry and Pippin x ME!
Bilbo x Thorin
Fili x Gold Rush
Thorin x Bejeweled
Thranduil x Dragon
Taylor Swift v1
Speak Now (TV)
Folklore
Lover
Vigilante Shit
Francis Crozier
Alexander McDonald
#my edits#my stuff#mood board#moodboard#the rings of power#rings of power#lord of the rings#under the vines#OC#taylor swift
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seven, seven, seven || holy matrimony
word count: 3.1k
summary: sacrifice or spouse? immortal or mortal?
On the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh year of every decade, a village girl is sacrificed at the foot of a mountain, left to be devoured by the dragon at the tip of the mountain. There is a rumor that above the clouds of the mountain of green, there resides a dragon, sky clear where he lives, his palace made of pure jade and lined with gold, his gates lined with pearls, and his scales as bright as the blue sky. There is a rumor that in the palace, the furniture is made of the finest of woods with cushions made of the finest silk in all of the land. There is a rumor that in the palace, a dragon with purple eyes sits on his throne of gold, asking for a bride on the seventh day of the seventh month every ten years.
On the seventh day of the seventh month of your many years in life, you are put at the base of the mountain in the snow, left to die, adorned from head to toe in red robes symbolizing your holy matrimony to the dragon in the sky.
On the seventh day of the seventh month of that year, you are disguised as a 17 year old despite your older age, and you are dressed like a bride, skin powdered and body bathed, lips red and lashes curled, dressed like the dolls you used to see on display at the city, left for your holy husband who doesn’t seem like he is coming for you. On this special day of the most luckiest day in the year, you are left at the foot of a mountain under a fictional jade palace adorned with gold in its cracks, painted as a bride for a man that exists only in a folktale that people still believed.
You stay at the base of the mountain instead, rubbing at your arms, whimpering from the cold, fingers starting to freeze from the snow and lack of clothes.
The villagers left you to rot, technically.
You pull at the hanfu on your body, trying to conserve your body warmth, teeth chattering as a breeze passes you, and you whimper. God. If you knew you were just going to die like this, you would have at least given your friends the key to your apartment so they could clear out your place . Seriously, what kind of family calls you up claiming that there was a crisis in the family only to wrap you up in wedding robes and send you to the base of a mountain to wed you off instead of their precious daughter. Oh, right. Not you. Your sister. Your step-sister that your mother treasured more than her own. You suppose this is what you get for being so naive as to helping them one last time before you wanted to permanently sever ties with them.
It’s a mistake on your part, and as the hanfu slips further from your skin, you hiss at the cold, the tears that were swelling up in your eyes freezing on your skin and cracking. Your cleavage shudders as you try to pull the dress further up, a breeze causing you to shake further as you whimper, your breath fogging from the cold, and you sigh shakily. This was how you were going to die. The frost would kiss your fingertips and your skin, and your skin would turn to ice from the winter cold. That would be how you pass. Not in a hospital surrounded by the old– but by the hands of a family that despised you— who had sent you in place of their daughter that was selected.
On the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh year of the decade, the strike of luck you receive is to die in the hands of winter herself.
Then, your mind strikes something.
You recall the first bride to be taken up in the old folktale, and you open your mouth, pulling your dress further down to show your cleavage. Your cheeks flush pink as you breathe, skin starting to turn red from being exposed to the cold, and you exhale. The tears in the corner of your eyes spills, and it ruins your makeup, but you continue, pulling your dress further to show more cleavage, desperate to escape this situation even if it was simply an old story from a folktale. Then, you open your mouth as you begin to weep for your husband.
“My husband…” You mumble, eyes getting droopy. “Do come claim your bride…”
Somewhere in the distance, bells jingle in the background, and you feel yourself slip from consciousness as you fall into warm arms, smooth lips pressed to yours as you see black.
When you wake, you are in a room of jade, golden silk draped over you, the red from your hanfu hung up across from you, and a pair of piercing purple eyes meeting your gaze from next to your dress. You blink owlishly at the man, lips parted as you take in his gaze. Silver hair cascades down his shoulders, his skin pale as porcelain, horns blue as the sea as you shrink under his gaze, swallowing your saliva with your dirty thoughts as your eyes trail down to the robe on his skin, white like the snow you had passed out in. You press at the bare skin of your arms, and you finally notice that you are bare under the gold of the blanket. Warmth spreads up your neck immediately as you meet purple eyes again, this time, your skin flushed warm with embarrassment.
“Did you rest well, my bride?” He smiles gently, lips pulled up, eyes strangely gentle.
“A-are you my husband?” You ask, pulling the silk up as it slides from your chest.
He nods. “Welcome to your new residence, my wife.”
You blink at him through your lashes, nodding slowly.
“Is this… my room?”
He nods, standing up as he does, stepping over to you. “Would you like something to eat?”
He offers you his hand.
You take it, letting go of the blanket as you are exposed to him— yet you do not feel uncomfortable being bare in the presence of your husband. He offers you a robe, fingers gentle on your skin as he helps you into a green silk, and you stare, eyes big as you stare at him in awe. He’s pretty. So pretty. You watch as his fingers slip between the silk of the ribbon of the robe, tying it around your waist as his voice comes out smooth as honey, tempting as sin, and you swallow slowly, heart racing in your chest as you answer him, his words going in one ear and out the other. You wonder if you plain next to him. He must have washed off the ornaments that the servants had done to your face, so you must look <i>painfully</i> simple next to your god of a husband, but you do not falter, blinking slowly as he offers you his arm.
“Love.” He mumbles. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.” You whisper, lips pulled into a smile. “You are beautiful, my husband.”
“And you, my bride.” He smiles.
You wonder if it’s some sort of curse that overcomes you and makes you dizzy with desire for him, but you do not complain, listening as your husband takes you through the palace, the pond with sacred fish, and trees of three pink peaches and purple plums. You blink at them as they tempt you to take a bite, but you don’t when your husband tells you not to. Instead, he takes a bite of the peach, juice dripping down his chin as he presses his lips to yours, making your head spin deliciously with want as you taste the nectar on his lips and tongue, lashes fluttering as your body relaxes into his. Your body warms, but not uncomfortably, and you chase after your husband’s lips as he pulls away, making him chuckle.
The kiss was chaste, yet you felt as though it were sinful.
“If I give you any more, beloved,” His thumb wipes the mess of nectar on your chin and lips, “then you will become sick with addiction to a fruit you can not have.”
“Why not?” You whisper, eyes focused on his fingers as he presses his thumb to his lips, licking it clean.
“You are not a god, my love.” He whispers. “No mortal is to consume it too quickly at once.”
“You lie.” You whisper, listening to him anyway. “The emperor Wu of Han consumed one in the tales and planted a tree.”
“He is the only mortal to do so.” Your husband whispers. “Have a plum for now to quench the thirst.”
You take it from him and bite down, sugar flooding your system as you smile in content. “Thank you, my beloved.”
He nods, offering you his arm again as you continue through the halls of his palace, the jade embedded with gold glistening as the sun starts to set, and your lips are parted in mild surprise as it is, smiling at the gold that reflects in your eyes. Your husband looks down at you, squeezing your hand affectionately as you blink up at him. He leans down slightly, pressing his lips to your forehead, and your head spins again as the smell of the peaches flood your system. You blink up at him big-eyed, silently hoping he would give you another taste of the peach from earlier, but he only shakes his head, taking you back to your room as you watch him shut the door behind him.
Would it be too early to ask him to sleep in the room with you?
You suppose it wouldn’t be wrong for a wife to visit her husband’s chambers at night.
You wander through the halls, the gold engravings lighting up as you do, and you blink owlishly once you arrive at your husband’s chambers, knocking on his door as you wonder if he is awake. The light in his room flickers as a shadow opens the door for you, and you blink up at your husband, red mark on his forehead glowing hazily, and you blink up at him, opening then closing your mouth as you realize you don’t have a reason as to why you decided to join him in his quarters.
“Were you scared, my wife?”
“Yes.” You whisper. “The palace is so big and my room feels so empty without you.”
He chuckles, letting you in, pulling the covers over you as you blink at him.
“Will you rest up with me?” You pout. “We haven’t… consummated the marriage either.” You whisper.
“When your body is no longer weak.” He whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I shall watch you rest for the night.”
“Please rest well.” You whisper.
“For you.” He hums.
When the sun rises in the morning, you rise with it, body well rested as you sit up, yawning as you do, staring at your husband who has fallen asleep on the couch. Had you known you would have been such a hassle, you would have not entered his chambers and asked to rest with him for the night. The blanket you drag with you is draped over his body, and you tuck him in, lips ghosting over his forehead as you kiss him to rest well, leaving the room as you wander around to head back to your own quarters.
The pillars shimmer as you pass them, signifying your arrival, and you enter your room again, tugging the robe off your body as you slip into your bed, eyelids growing heavy as the silk hugs your skin, your consciousness slipping as you rest once again.
Your husband arrives at your door, knocking before entering, eyes blinking at your sleeping form, skin and heart racing in his chest as he brushes the hair from your face. The black of your hair rests around you on the pillow as you shift, leaning into his touch unconsciously, making his heart skip. Ah, you were… how pretty. You’re so pretty.
He mumbles to himself as you continue sleeping, lashes soft against the plush of your cheek, hand small as he places his over it, making him blink. He wonders how many times it’s been since the last sacrifice’s prayer. Though, most of them either died waiting or froze to death while running away. It wasn’t that he was lonely, per say, it was more… waiting. It had been a long time since he had met his wife, after all. He was simply glad that the right one had returned. He doesn’t recall how many times the other sacrifices had tried to seduce him— going as far as entering his chambers while he was resting to have their way with him.
At least he doesn��t need to worry about it with you.
Your soul wouldn’t allow it.
A soft amber glows in your chest as you rest, and your husband blinks slowly.
Same shade as the past. How warming.
The two of you fall into a pattern. His fingers tug on yours as the two of you hang out at his place, and you watch as he busies himself with his garden and fish, eyes focused on his task, body lax as he goes about his day. You wonder how someone is able to look so relaxed yet dignified at the same time. You don’t worry yourself with it, settling for staring at the fish while they flock to the food he gives them instead.
“Love.” He hums.
“Hm?”
“What is your name?”
Bells ring in the distance when you tell him.
“And you?”
“Ye Xuan.” He smiles. “Your husband’s name is Ye Xuan.”
“My Ye Xuan.” You hum, cheeks dusted with color.
“Yours.” He chuckles at the color on your ears.
You find that your husband is so, so lovely.
Your lips are curled upward sweetly as you eat with him, wandering out into the garden to pick plums and take a bite. You do not touch the peaches, blinking at them slowly while your husband takes a bite of them instead, offering you a nibble. You do not take it out of a fear that you will grow to become addicted. You do not know why, but you find the taste of peaches luring but not enough. You do not care for immortality. It is a blessing to be able to grow old and follow everyone else of value to you.
You wake up at the strike of noon, stretching your arms as you hear something crack, eyes going wide. Then, the door slides open, and you blink at your husband, aquamarine scales on his cheeks, scarlet lips curled into a smile.
“Did you rest well, wife?”
You beam. “Yes, husband.”
“Ye Xuan.” He hums, sitting at the edge of your bed as he hands you the bowl of porridge. “I hear the people still make century eggs on earth, so I thought to make you some.”
“Thank you,” You smile cheekily, eating as he observes you.
Delicate. You are so much more delicate than he ever thought you would be. You look of skin and bones, years of weariness and exhaustion in your body, nowhere near the age of the myth in the tale promised by the people in your hometown. He wonders why the age had been so young and why they had never bothered to check before sending the poor girls.
“What happened to all the previous girls?” You tilt your head,
He stares at you, sighing.
“Are they all passed?”
“it has been a long time since someone remembered that they are to call to me when they are sacrificed.” He whispers. “The lot of them… passed.”
“Is there a reason why it is every ten years?”
“Every seventy.” Ye Xuen hums. “That is typically how long it takes a soul to reincarnate.”
You blink at him owlishly.
“The soul matters?”
“It is also why you do not respond to the majority of the brides?” You mumble.
He nods solemnly, taking the bowl from you as he sighs.
“If the soul does not match, then the peach naturally rejects her.”
“So you don’t go based on looks?”
Your husband laughs, lips quirking up as his eyes smile at you, shaking his head.
You find something familiar about the palace the longer you spend there. You stare and blink at the peaches, plums growing to be good, but not enough to satisfy something. You crave something richer, and it seems that it will not be right without it.
“You crave the peaches.” Your husband tells you, taking your plate from you. “You can not have them.”
You stare at your husband. “Will it kill me?”
He shakes his head.
You crave it.
You wonder just what would happen if you did not listen to him for once.
Your fingers rest on the branches of the peach trees, licking your lips as you hum slowly, lashes fluttering as the fruit tempts you, lips curling upwards as you crave it. You wonder why your husband refuses to let you have it again. It is just a fruit, no? It could not hurt you. If the first emperor had three and achieved immortality, then how come you were not to become as him?
You snap the fruit from the tree, tucking it into your pouch as you hear your husband approach.
“You can not have it.”
“I know.” You continue staring, watching as the peach grows back on the tree, humming.
“Did you take one?”
“No.” You tilt your head. “I did not.”
Your husband raises a brow, but does not speak up.
You cut the fruit open later that night.
It tastes sweet on your lips, biting the fruit, and you blink slowly at your nectar stained hands, sucking on the juices from your fingers. Through the cracks of your door, your husband watches you, purple eyes peeling past the wooden doors, stuck on your figure as you finish, settling into the warmth of your blanket.
Again.
It has happened again.
Your husband opens the doors once you are asleep, fingers pressed under your nose as he feels the air slip out of your lungs, skin pale and features in peace as he holds your head to his, forehead pressed to yours, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows as he loses you.
You are gone. You are gone now.
Again.
You are gone again.
The fruit of the tree of immortality is still too much for your soul to handle, lips paling as your blood stops flowing, his ears listening to the way your heart stills and then stops.
Next life. Next life.
#☾.suggestive#yexuan x reader#cael x reader#lovebrush chronicles x reader#☾.fics#lovebrush chronicles#reader insert#for all time#for all time x reader#got lazy at the end im not writing no more
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Final thoughts on Five x Lila situation
I get it. But I don’t want it.
I get it because of the following:
- Five deserved a piece of happiness after his long sad lonely life
- Five also acted totally in character the whole time. He retired and found connection with someone. Of course he didn’t want to leave. But also of course he eventually revealed he found a way home, because he knows it’s right.
- Lila was struggling with suburban life, and allowed herself to fall into this fantasy of living off the grid with someone who treasures her. The SECOND home was found, the fantasy broke and she didn’t run from it.
- Lila didn’t “trade suburban housewife with being a cottagecore wife”. Her life with Diego involved a pessimistic husband, organizing loud children’s birthday parties at arcades, living with family, balancing children schedules, etc. The time in the greenhouse involved survival, which is more “adventurous” than suburban life. It’s also paradoxically more peaceful.
- The mental vs physical age thing and age gap isn’t a big deal in canon for these characters based off their previous work fucking with time
- I did love seeing two hard-ass stressed badass characters be soft for one another.
- After six years, the growing hopelessness and realization they may never go back home, you’re going to intimately connect to each other in ways no one will ever be able to match, regardless of your past experiences with them. This is a very common troupe in fiction.
- Technically it was cheating, but I think the post-apocalyptic space-time forced proximity desperation is a very valid excuse and shouldn’t be seen as cheating, ESPECIALLY when she went back home the second she knew she could.
- Aidan as an adult gave consent to the scenes. We need to realize he isn’t a kid anymore, he can decide what he wants to do and we should respect it.
I don’t want because of the following
- I still feel icky that Lila knew Five with a child body, and now has romantic feelings for him? THATS the taboo troupe I personally can’t get behind. Age difference? Weird but fine. Knowing them as a child? Nope. But I also get this is a personal preference/feeling/reaction with the fiction I consume. And I know I said before their previous professions shows they know different mind/body age, but that doesn’t change the fact he had a child body when they met and she watched him grow up.
- It also feels icky the importance the writers put on Five having a romantic subplot RIGHT when Aidan was of age. Especially cause Five / Aidan are so sexualized. It’s not necessarily WRONG, I just feel icky about it.
- It was shortened because the season was short, so it didn’t land as well as it could.
Here’s the main reason I didn’t want it.
IT DIDNT NEED TO BE ROMANTIC LOVE.
I am aroace. I understand that deep intimate connections can be made without romance. Similar to how everyone says Frodo and Sam were gay lovers when in reality strong platonic bonds can reach that level of devotion and intimacy. Not every character needs a romantic partner, and Five never displayed any romantic or sexual affection for ANYONE until this.
(Before you say anything, YES he did have Delores, but that was also just a need for connection when alone for decades. That doesn’t change the fact she’s not a real person, and he would very unlikely be attracted to her without the traumatic apocalypse world.)
ROMANCE. ISNT. NEEDED. FOR. DEEP. CONNECTIONS. we could have had two platonic soulmates living a happy life together, with kisses on the top of their heads, sitting shoulder to shoulder reading books, holding hands while looking for scrape metal. BUT NO. IT HAD TO BE ROMANTIC. UGH.
Like the stuff post-subway could have been similar still without a dumb love triangle. Five could have been Lila’s person, like Meredith and Christina in Greys Anatomy. And when Five sees Diego and knows Lila’s feelings about their marriage and such, he would go into protective mode.
I will admit I’m bitter about media putting romance on a pedestal. And I’m also not saying Five should be canonically aromantic and/or asexual. I just feel the weird parts of the situation would have been “fixed” if it wasn’t romantic, just a true platonic bond.
#aidan gallagher#five hargreeves#umbrella acedmy#the umbrella academy#ritu arya#tua s4#tua s4 spoilers#tua spoilers#tua#tua season 4#tua five#tua4#tua season four#the umbrella academy s4#the umbrella academy spoilers#umbrella academy season 4#the unbrella academy#five x lila#number five#number five x Lila#lila pitts#Lila pitts x number five#Lila pitts x Diego#fivelila#lila hargreeves#lilafive#fivexlila#lilaxfive#lila x five#platonic
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Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics 💞
These are probably too obvious, but here's the first three that came to mind.
More Than All the Gems on Earth: The story that started my journey into short fiction, and still one of my favorites I've written. It's one of my only retellings that feels like the definitive version of the fairy tale for me. All the other retellings of "Diamonds and Toads" I've seen assume that the good sister gets stuck with a man who marries her for her jewels, and this was my chance to reclaim the story and give this abused girl the happy ending she deserves. After a couple days of brainstorming and one glorious day of writing, I was pretty happy with the story that resulted, and it's stood the test of time for me.
The True Story: A story that felt kind of like a miracle. After two years of failing to write an epistolary story for the Inklings Challenge, I decided to focus on a simpler idea for the third year--only to wind up writing a 10,000-word epistolary story in 3.5 days. My homage to 84, Charing Cross Road and the Imaginary Book Recs, this was an amazing writing experience that started a whole new chapter in my creative life. It was so much fun to just let these characters talk about Imaginary Books I loved and let the story unfold from there. It wound up going deeper than I expected--it let me explore some themes about the wider reality beyond our visible world that have long fascinated me, and I find myself thinking about the spiritual discussion in this story surprisingly often. Between the philosophical discussion, the character voices, and the format, this story gave me a new understanding of what I could do with my writing, and I'll always treasure it for that alone.
A Wise Pair of Fools: Combining my retelling genre of "fairy tale character talking about their spouse" with my interest in character voice that developed while writing "The True Story" gave me this version of "The Farmer's Clever Daughter." This was just pure fun to write--Faith just showed up and started talking about her husband, and then Alistair chimed in, and they started interacting with each other and the audience, and it was just a blast. It may be too wordy and self-indulgent, but personally, I just love what resulted.
#answered asks#adventures in writing#more than all the gems on earth#the true story#a wise pair of fools
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The non-warpers.
Mary-Beth Gaskill is regarded as one of the greatest female writers to exist, up there with Shelley and Austen. In the foreword of her best novel, she writes: “to Kieran.”
Orville Swanson’s annotations and teachings of the Bible are so influential; his attitudes towards different ways of life cause drastic positive change to how Christians act towards those of different cultures.
On what is now the main street of a large town Rhodes, a supermarket stands, modern as any other. Behind the till, Johnathan Pearson smiles at a now faded photo of eight people around a wagon, his grandfather Simon in the front seat.
Tilly Pierre dies of natural causes in her sleep, next to her snoring husband in the largest house in Saint Denis.
Mary-Beth absolutely is up there with Shelley and Austen, which means all the school aged babies come home complaining at least once about having to read her books. The whole gang scold them for whining only to pretty much do the homework for them because they all love her novels - many of which are basically her own take on fit-it aus.
The Lady of The Manor, for example, reads as a beautiful tale of love between Susan Grade and David Vincent fleeing police inspector Mellon to the islands with her niece and Mr Vincent's apprentice, only for Ms Grade to realize the curse David Vincent claimed to be under (that compelled him to commit increasingly heinous acts) was a complete fabrication. She banished him to isolation on his precious islands while raising her niece and the highwayman's apprentice as her own children in the new world.
Mary-Beth's dedications would never mention names for the sake of protecting her past as a VDL, but the gang suspected many were to them. One of the more obvious ones was a novel titled Strawberry Roan, which was dedicated 'to the one who helped me realise I could be happy without being in my head somewhere else'. Strawberry Roan reads much more like Mary-Beth writing a 'how to look after horses for dummies' as she learned to look after the horses the gang left behind, except for a slow burning love affair between protagonist Marie and a charming stable boy who is tragically forced to flee the estate to avoid being drafted and no doubt killed in a fictional war.
Orville Swanson was such a charitable and revered member of the community he not only accidentally founded a whole new branch of Catholicism based on his annotated bible, but remembered as a significant figure in recent American history. The gang still randomly find his likeness on commemorative coins in their loose change (and usually keep them).
While his church was accidentally destroyed in a fire several years after his death, a garden was planted on the site in his honor and memory. It's a major tourist attraction featuring Orville's Fountain, with wishing coins thrown in collected for donation to non-for-profits and community services that support at-risk teenagers.
His legacy shows everywhere in modern era America. Arthur one day got really lost in modern era Blackwater and needed to call the gang to come get him - only to find himself standing on the corner of Orville St and Swanson Boulevard.
Counter-claim Pearson lived long enough to see other grocery stores start to pop up in Rhodes as it became a bustling town and was afraid his little local store would be out-competed. Before he passed away he significantly expanded the local produce range of his store. By the time his grandson inherited it, it had become one of the best local delicatessen + sandwich shop in Rhodes and is often featured in top 50 places to eat at in America. Johnathan is also going to be featured later yoinking that character.
Not only is a photo of the gang, as passed down for generations, still proudly displayed (well, a slightly sharpened copy of the original photo, which is now kept in secure storage to protect it from UV), but his grandfather's treasured compass. It is a small shrine to his grandfather's legacy both before, during and after the VDLs: copies of his navy enlistment and honorable discharge forms, newspaper articles featuring photos of a post-canon older Pearson receiving awards for both his store, and having the best damn stew at the local fair.
Tilly Pierre lived a long and truly fulfilled life. She never knew discomfort. She found a man who loved her, and worshipped her for who she was and had always been. She saw her oldest daughter go off to marry a wonderful man who loved his mother-in-law as much as he feared her and would always treat her daughter right. She helped her youngest girl fight for the right for an education, and go on to a remarkable career. She raised sons that would never know the perils of turning to crime to survive, or fear where they would sleep that night. She died peacefully, in a bed more warm and comfortable than she could ever have dreamed of knowing in 1899, knowing every day of her life she was loved.
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24 for 2024 — BL Series Wrapped
Despite my lack of posting and writing last year, I still spent so much time watching series. Honestly, more time than the time I spent working on several final paper. So, here's a semi-comprehensive summary of what I watched and enjoyed.
I watched 24 shows in 2024. Not including Your Sky, because it's on-going.
3 from South Korea. 4 from Thailand. 17 from Japan.
Released in 2024
Show titles and the little notes I wrote while being half asleep.
I Hear the Sunspot
Kouhei fell first for hungry boy Taichi.
Friends-to-lovers in my Japanese BL? Fork found in kitchen!
Kouhei has an auditory impairment, so Taichi (tries) to help him with his studies.
Taichi ultimately fails, but wins Kouhei's heart anyway.
Cosmetic Playlover
Mamiya works hard (serious) but Sahashi works harder (romantic).
Domestic fluff.
Men in a women dominated workplace.
Is this considered an office romance?
Perfect Propose
Burnt out office worker (Hiro) stumbles upon a younger man (Kai) who claims to be his fiancé.
Forced proximity if you squint.
Flirty aaah Kai.
Takara's Treasure
Grumpy Takara/Sunshine Taishin/Mountains
"Is it true that gay people exist?" - Taishin probably.
Asexual characters (Source: Me)
Japan presents its favorite "senior/junior" trope.
It's 25:00, In Akasaka
Yuki wants to be a star, so he acts in a BL show with super star Asami.
Oh, they also know each other from college.
Sensual melodrama with a fake-dating trope.
Love is Like a Poison
Lawyer Ryoma thinks he's in a legal drama when he's actually in a BL.
Sexy Lawyer x Sexy Scammer = Fluffy Downbad Boyfriends!
Haruto is Ryo's husband, but is also my wife (crime of the century).
Well-written characters for a well-written story.
Happy of the End
"Fuck it. Guess we both ain't shit." - Haoren and Chihiro
They were, in fact, not happy at all.
Unethical use of sex toys.
Read warnings before watching.
My Love Mix-Up (Thai)
A Japanese culture incorporated in Thailand made possible by making Mudmee half Japanese.
Just confused boys (Atom and Kongthap) falling in love.
Century of Love
Grandpa san waits a hundred years for his wife to be reborn only to find out that her reincarnation is a boy (Wee).
Grandpa learns what "gay" is and fell deeply in love with his husband.
Love Sea
Rich novelist Tongrak buys flirty island boy Mahasamut and brings him to Bangkok.
Good sound design in my Me Mind drama? A treat!
Would not recommend to everybody, but if you're into a sexy romance show, then this one is for you.
It has enemies-to-lovers, pet play, master-servant dynamic, rich boy x poor boy fantasy, falling in love, age-gap, and FortPeat.
My Stand-In
Joe gets transmigrated to the body of another Joe and fatefully bumped into his crazy ex-boyfriend Ming.
A BL with the plot of a telenovela.
Let go of your morals for this.
Joji's "Glimpse of Us" plays in the background.
A Time of Fever
Donghee's actor portrayed his role as someone who wishes that Hotae isn't gay to protect him from what he went through.
A coming-of-age story of self-discovery told through beautiful mis-en-scene.
Love for Love's Sake
Isekai in my BL?! Sign me up!
Myungha is given another chance to live in a game created by god himself.
Fictional character Yeowoo suddenly finds himself a protective clingy senior.
Gay, mental illness, and actors who looks like Soobin.
Released in Previous Years
More shows and more notes written from dreamland.
A Man Who Defies the World of BL (2021)
Straight man (Mobu) gets isekaied to a BL world.
The title is the story.
A world where homosexuality is the norm, and heterosexuality is unconventional.
Minato's Laundromat S1 (2022)
Age-gap nobody asked for.
High school boy (Shintaro) falls insanely in love with laundromat owner (Akira).
This is textbook BL live-adaptation.
Takara-kun to Amagi-kun (2022)
Sweet boys Takara and Amagi navigate their relationship in high school.
Grumpy x Sunshine trope and Popular x Nobody trope
They want each other so baaaad!
God's Favor (2022)
Yashiro dies after confessing to his childhood friend Kenta, but transmigrated as Kagura by choice.
Iconic line: "Why would you come back to me as a woman?"
Kagura and Rin yuri.
Everyone is bisexual.
My Beautiful Man S1 (2021)
Me (Hira) and the bad bitch (Kiyoi) I pulled by being autistic.
Whipping boy trope.
How not to start a relationship: see your partner as a god.
Finger sucking in my BL again.
My Beautiful Man S2 (2023)
"There is no way that my boyfriend who makes love to me every night actually loves me!" - Hira about Kiyoi
They match each other's freak.
Established relationship and domestic fluff.
My Beautiful Man: Eternal (2023)
Hira finds other (healthy) interests besides Kiyoi.
Celebrity x Photographer
Life changing franchise with an actor who looks like Beomgyu.
Became the Main Role of a BL Drama (2023)
Celebrity Yuichiro and former child-actor Hajime cohabitate for a BL series.
Freak x Anxious Boy
My Personal Weatherman (2023)
Weatherman Segasaki successfully pavloving his stay-at-home boyfriend Yoh into getting horny when the sun comes out.
Yoh being too blind to see just how much Segasaki is in love with him.
The exploration of Japanese couple dynamics and "amae."
I Cannot Reach You (2023)
Yamato is in love with his childhood friend Kakeru.
Low stake problems presented as high stake problems.
Yearning and eager kisses in my BL? Aaah childhood friends-to-lovers.
Yamato has the prettiest eyes!
Sing My Crush (2023)
Everyone knows that Baram and Hantae are married except them.
Best friends to soulmates to housemates to lovers (finally)
Hantae realizes that he's gay after acting upon it.
Singing in my BL as usual.
To wrap-up this comprehensive summary, I'm rewarding certain shows with special awards, because it's so much fun that way.
Best Writing
Love is Like a Poison (2024) - Ryoma's narration gave the show so much personality, but the most commendable about this show was how it kept getting better and better. The ending was perfect, because it provided the audience with continuity while simultaneously tying all the loose ends. It was not greedy! It understood what the show needed, especially for Haruto's character.
Love for Love's Sake (2024) - The concept of isekai is not new, but this show added its own twists to made it one of a kind. There were great choices made in this. It knew the perfect time to reveal information that would greatly benefit the narrative. Not only that, the show also managed to surprise me by being a mental health advocate. A little fact, this had one of they saddest break-up scenes I've seen last year.
Honorable Mention: My Beautiful Man S1 (2021) - The show provided me so much space for thinking, wondering, appreciating, and understanding of Hira and Kiyoi's relationship. The story had conflicts unique to the characters, and it was overall, so literary. The monologues were my favorite part along with the switching of point-of-views.
Most Beautiful Mis-En-Scene
A Time of Fever (2024) - This show bathed in sunlight! The yellows and oranges are so beautiful, so fitting for the coming-of-age theme, and so perfect for a prequel that's supposed to tell a story of the past. Every location is well-lived. They don't feel like sets, but real places. The camera work is perfect! Each frame is deliberate. There is a quality of intruding that makes all the scenes between Hotae and Donghee so raw. It's just an overall eyecandy.
Honorable Mention: Love for Love's Sake (2024) - The show has one of the best camera works on this list, but I did find it repetitive. Everything else is so pretty though.
Best Scene
Hira's Self-Pleasuring Scene in Episode 1 of My Beautiful Man (2021) - Hear me out! This scene surprised me, almost appalled me, so much. However, after rewatching the show 4 times at least, I grew a profound appreciation for the scene in connection to Hedonism. Hira wasn't even touching himself! He's merely looking at Kiyoi's face and thinking about him. I'll be talking more about it in a post one day, but you've got to give me a chance first.
Haoren and Chihiro's "first kiss" on the boat in Happy of the End (2024) - Well, something about them going on a date, kissing for the "first time," and Haoren telling Chihiro he "wants to die," altered something in my brain. The vulnerability was so loud—I swear I can peek into Haoren's soul if I looked into his eyes long enough. I've never experienced a scene like this before.
Best Official Soundtrack
Re-Move On by Gemini and Fourth - The impact of this OST is undeniable. Not only that, this song is so good! I'm glad they kept the streak of good songs since My School President.
geometric by osage - This song genuinely fit the feeling of Love is Like a Poison, and the sound directors perfectly knew when to play the song at the end. I genuinely see the show flash before my eyes whenever I listen to this song. It sounds like the ending of an adventure. Too bad, it's not talked about enough.
Other technical awards will be added in future lists once I get better at my production classes. Best editing, best script, best score, and everything else are way out of my expertise. I'm afraid I'll have to pass on this first. Here are categories created without much logic, just instincts:
Certificate of Appreciation for Better Sound Design
Love Sea (2024) - After the hell my eyes went through in Love in the Air, the company finally improving the audio equipment, and doing a better job at editing the recordings. Listen, it's not perfect, but it's definitely better. Hearing Tongrak and Mahasamut despite the harsh winds, and the lack of actors accidentally touching the microphone again made my ears so happy.
Certificate of Appreciation for Prettiest Kiss
Takara's Treasure (2024) - I've seen better and stronger kisses, but the way Takara kisses Taishin is just so beautiful. They are pretty kissers—visually pleasing lip-lockers. You can almost feel how soft their kiss is through the skin.
Certificate of Appreciation for Cutest Characters
I Hear the Sunspot (2024) - I really love watching Kouhei and Taichi individually the most. They interact with their environment delicately, full of care, understanding, and full of kindness. Both Kouhei and Taichi are very big characters, in my opinion, that's why the show somehow felt underwhelming, because I feel like there were so many unexplored and underexplored areas in their stories. I'm in dire need of a season 2.
Overall Best Show in 2024
Love for Love's Sake (2024) - I only have feelings about this show, not thoughts. The writing, cinematography, acting, chemistry, editing, and message won me over. It's one of those shows that you think about for so long after watching it. If I loved it any less, I might be able to talk about it more.
Watching in 2025
I literally got a iQIYI subscription for Your Sky. I'm also watching Perfect 10 Liners, because nobody told me it's so funny and cute!
I'm looking forward to Ticket to Heaven and Love You, Teacher this year. I hope they meet my expectations, because they both look so promising.
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Base Yandere Kokushibo Headcanons: Strong and Silent Patience Yandere (Demon Slayer)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I have a request for something related to Kokushibo! But first I have to do his base headcanons! Please enjoy this chapter here!]
(Disclaimer: Upper Moon One, Kokushibo is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Dirty, Flaky, Biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)
-Base Yandere Headcanons With Upper Moon One, Kokushibo From Demon Slayer-
.Kokushibo is a unique man, with an air of mystery around him.
.He is aloof, reserved, and silent. He also has an air of unnerved tranquility around him.
.He is a very calm man who values strength and does not tolerate people upsetting the hierarchy of the 12 upper moons.
.With you, you were the only human he valued as he does not care much for humanity.
.You were someone he valued even though you are not really strong at all.
.To him you are a treasure.
.Someone that he will keep by his side and cherish.
.He does not speak to you a lot, mostly sitting in silence with you.
.How he rarely speaks to you, and when he does speak to you the words are chosen with great care and with immense empathy.
.He can understand your fears of being with a demon and for you to be afraid of becoming a demon.
.He assures you that being with him you will always be protected as he is a very protective yandere.
.He is one of the few upper moons that would not need to ask Muzan to have you as his.
.Muzan trusts him enough to let him have a human pet but to him, you are going to be more than that.
.You are going to be his spouse, he comes from the time of the Samurai, in which it was more common for Samurai to be bisexual so in canon a lot of samurai could be bisexual~
(fun fact samurai once in Japan fought against a law to ban sodomy. Because a lot of samurai were bisexual or gay and there is even a saying of a dual-wielding samurai (or two/dual sword) in which two swords was a saying for a bisexual, sorry if I got the saying wrong I don't remember it word for word, but yes in real historical stuff, a lot of samurai were in fact bisexuals and fought for the right to butt sex! History is A LOT gayer than people want you to believe)
.So to him it did not matter your gender, and the fact that he has lived over four hundred years he is most likely more open-minded to who he beds.
.He does value strength so he would train you as well, working out with you and showing you how to wield a sword, and maybe even teaching you moon breathing.
.He chooses his words carefully with you and says them slowly and with such power that allows you to see how much authority and power he has over you.
.Because he would not let you forget that he has this power over you.
.He will always remind you that he is in control. So much that when he reprimands you and shows his authority over you it might be seen as cruel or mean.
.It is not to be cruel or mean but he asserts his authority and power over you to keep you in line.
.He is the type of yandere who is not aggressive or cruel or nasty. He just keeps the order that he is your husband and that you are to obey your husband.
.He comes from a time when the spouse of the husband had to obey their husband. So he would expect you to do so as well, no matter what gender you have.
.Because he is stronger than you and the dominant man in the relationship so he expects this.
.Of course, he is not cruel and would not abuse you, but he is more leaning toward the traditional relationship he had with his late wife.
.He is obsessed with legacy. So if you can carry a pregnancy he may even try as a demon to get you pregnant to carry on his and your names.
.Although unlike some yanderes he can admit when he crossed a line or pushed you to fair.
.He can admit when he is wrong and to be honest where he has failed you his darling.
.He admits when he has pushed you too far or when he killed a rival for a selfish reason.
.He would not hide from you his obsessive love he would be forward and honest with what he wants from you.
.He would be the type of yandere to give you gifts and do sentimental things for you as well.
.Bringing you many flowers and small thoughtful gifts.
.He would also read to you, some of his favorite books he has collected over the years as well.
.He loves to spend time with you nearby, but his favorite is holding you in his arms as he listens to your heartbeat and breathing~
.Running his hands over your body and or through your hair.
.Just having you close to him makes him feel so good.
.He does not tolerate rivals, not one bit.
.He is Upper Moon 1, so he should have NO rivals for your love.
.If someone does try and steal your love from him then he will not hesitate to see it as a challenge and kill them.
.Yes he does not give any chances they try and steal you from him and they are dead. End of story.
.He would have confessed to you, after doing one or two ways.
.The first way is that he kidnaps you, most likely this is after you may have freaked out of seeing him.
.He does not want to risk you running from him or being stolen from him so if there is a risk of that he would have kidnapped you.
.If he does not kidnap you he will come and see you often.
.Courting you and maybe even giving a dowery to your parents for your hand in marriage.
.He would confess to you with the dowery if he can or confess to you and ask you for your hand in marriage.
.If it is the first way where he kidnaps you he would give you no choice and just tell you he loves you and that you are to be his spouse and one day he will turn you into a demon.
.First, he wants to know you love him first, so he is willing to wait.
.If he does the second of courting you he will ask for your hand in marriage or the dowery like I said if he could.
.if you did not accept his love he would kidnap you.
.With the dowery if your parents did not accept he would kill them and kidnap you.
.If the dowery was accepted he would marry you right away and then bed you, turning you into a demon when he chooses to.
.If you accepted his love without the dowery he is over the moon (hehe moon hashira being over the mon heh) and start to plan the perfect wedding for you and him.
.Once he marries you he will turn you into a demon once again when he chooses to, it might even be after years of being married to him.
.In the end either way he will make you love him, have you marry him, and then he will choose when to turn you into a demon.
.He is a patient yandere and willing to play the long game.
.bonus he can become a very jealous yandere.
.He does not like to share you at all and is very very jealous if you showed interest in ANYONE else!
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS, another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
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Breakfast and birthdays
Characters: Erwin x fem!reader
Genre: Modern!au
Warnings: SFW, fluff. Established relationship (Erwin and reader are married and they have a young daughter). Mentions of food and presents. Mentions of a fictional character.
A/N: This one is for my other best friend @ladycheesington!!!!! Happy happiest birthday to you, Cheesy ❤️ I'm so glad to know you and you're one of my most treasured friends ever, and I love you so so much too <333
I haven't been writing for a long time, so I apologise if it sounds a little rusty @.@ and for some reason, my writing nowadays has a lot more conversation than usual so, I hope you all like this too!
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"Mummy," a little whisper came by your ear. "Mummy. Wake up." your four-year-old tapped your arm gently.
You briefly stirred awake and tried to stifle a yawn, surprised to see your daughter standing before you. "Good morning, Lilly. You're up early," pushing yourself upright with a smile, Lilly reached her arms outwards and you brought her onto your lap. You looked around, realising the spot next to you was empty. "Where's Daddy?"
"Daddy's busy." Lilly answered almost immediately, as if she already rehearsed the answer in her head. She bit her lips and tried to hide her laughter. "Happy birthday, Mummy!" your daughter pecked you on the cheek and gave you a wide smile.
"Thank you, Lilly, you've made Mummy very happy."
"Daddy and I prepared a present for you!" she wiggled her way out of your embrace and jumped to the ground, "wash up first, Mummy, and you can get your present."
Chuckling, you walked to the bathroom and started washing up. Lilly zoomed out of the room, leaving you wondering what the present was. When you were done, you got dressed and left your bedroom, catching a whiff of something buttery. Making your way to the dining room, you felt yourself break into a smile. Erwin was carrying Lilly in one arm while he placed a vase of fresh flowers on the dining table.
"Happy birthday, Mummy!" your blonde husband and daughter said in unison. There was a plate stacked with fluffy pancakes decorated with lots of fruits and a generous dollop of whipped cream. There were also more stacks of pancakes in the middle. Your favourite cup of coffee was placed next to your plate, and there was also a bouquet of roses and two presents on the dining table as well. .
"When did the both of you make this?" you asked Erwin as you gave him a hug and a quick peck on the lips. "you've kept me in the dark."
Erwin smiled, "it was meant to be a birthday surprise, love, of course we kept you in the dark." After putting Lilly down on her chair, Erwin pulled out your chair and gestured you to take a seat. Beaming, you looked at the birthday breakfast placed before you while Erwin sat beside you.
"How long did it take you to make these?"
"Not too long," Erwin muttered after taking a sip of coffee, "only about an hour or so. Right, darling?" Lilly nodded, kicking her feet in excitement.
"Go on, Mummy! Try the pancakes Daddy and I made. I helped to beat the eggs and mix the batter!" your daughter smiled widely, proud of herself. You gave her rosy cheeks a little squeeze and took the cutlery, slicing yourself a piece of pancake.
"Mmm, buttermilk pancakes?" you hummed in delight, "they're very yummy." You took a few more bites, marvelling at the fragrant combination of pancakes and fruit.
"There's more, Mummy!" Lilly pointed towards the stack of pancakes in the middle. "there are blueberry pancakes and banana pancakes too." Lilly's plate was already empty and she was taking another blueberry pancake from the stack. You helped yourself to more pancakes, feeling extremely lucky to have your husband and daughter prepare this wonderful surprise for you. Soon, everyone ate their fill and the plates were all empty. Erwin brought the plates and cutlery to the sink and quickly did the dishes while Lilly disappeared somewhere again. Seconds later, she appeared with her arms hidden behind her.
"Mummy, Mummy! Here's my present." she took out a card from behind and gave it to you. It was a drawing of you with the words 'To the bestest and prettiest Mummy in the world. Happy birthday! I love you! From: Lilly'
"Thank you so much, bubba!" you carried Lilly on your lap and gave her a peck on her cheek. "Mummy loves this very much."
"Daddy also prepared presents for you too!" Calling for her dad, Erwin came back to the dining room and took the two presents from the table, passing one to you. You gave the box a little shake. It felt a little heavy and you wondered what it was. Peeling off the ribbon and wrapping paper, you saw something you were least expecting. Erwin bought you a small massage gun, saying that he's been seeing you massage your shoulders a lot. You joked with your husband, telling him you'd still prefer his hands. Erwin gave you a sheepish grin in return. The second present was significant larger in size, making you wonder what kind of lavish gift did he get you.
"Oh, l-love, this—" you opened the lid and found the huge box stuffed to the brim with a lot of Hello Kitty stuffed toys, collectibles, merchandises, and also various different snacks. There were apple-flavoured gummies, strawberry wafers, cookies, hard candy shaped like a bow, and also Hello Kitty-shaped macaroni. Taking everything carefully from the box, you admired each and every gift Erwin got you, turning to face him with a wide smile. "it must've cost a lot to get all these. This purse was a limited edition release."
Your husband smiled at you warmly, "you're my wife, and you deserve nothing but the best. Happy birthday, love, and I hope you like your presents."
"I love them so much. Thank you, dear. I'll use them well." you gave your husband a tight hug, conveying all your unsaid appreciation and feelings.
"We have another surprise for you, Mummy!" Pulling you by the hand, Lilly excitedly dragged you to the living room where you saw your most frequently used skincare and body care products on the coffee table. There was also a fluffy pink headband and a bathrobe prepared on the side. "Daddy and I will give you a spa session and a birthday princess makeover today!"
You let out a chuckle as your daughter handed the bathrobe over to you, urging you to 'get ready' for your spa session. Smiling as Lilly brought you back to the couch and gave you her best imitation of an aesthetician, you thought to yourself that nothing beats spending quality family time together, and your husband and daughter made you feel like the happiest person in the world.
Never ever forget that Erwin and Hello Kitty are canon 🎀
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