#treasured fictional husband!

[fireflysugarpie]

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 :<

[br0kewizard]

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

[covenofagatha]

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. 

***

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. 

[peggyao3]

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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[theyanderespecialist]

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!] 

[sugawhaaa]

SEONGHWA x READER

{Chapter 3}

Blue and yellow skies hold many lies

Warnings::sexually/mentally abusive Fiance!

Pairing:: pirate!Seonghwa x princess!reader

Genre::Pirate AU

A/N:: I have so many exams coming up and my grades are already dropping sm 😭 ummm kms anyways

Reminder‼️this isn't 100% historically accurate and should be taken with a grain of salt. This story is also set in the late 1800s to early 1900s specifically in Europe but if you want you can imagine it wherever else you'd like, it is a fictional story after all 💗

Taglist::@hi-kariii @deltamoon666 @hxpelessxcean

Chapter 2::

He grabs the hour glass and examines it. You look up at him, surprised by his sudden aggression. "Just as I thought," he says as the glow from the sand illuminates his eyes. You look at him confused before grabbing his hand, pulling it away from your necklace.

"What are you talking about?" You look at him worriedly.

"The treasure I've been looking for. The hourglass of the blue moon," he says before walking off, treading through the viscous water. You follow after him.

"You're going mad, what are you talking about?" You call out to him through the loud crash of the waves.

"It's none of your business," he says as he steps out of the water. He grabs his belt out of the sand and fastens it around his waist.

"Yes it is. It's my necklace," you frown and hold the hour glass in your hand. The glow from it peaking through the cracks between your fingers.

"No it isn't," he says as he puts on his boots.

"It's on my neck, how is it not mine?" You put your hands on your hips as you watch him put on his clothes again.

"You didn't make it, you don't know who made it, it wasn't given to you, you don't know where it's from," he explains, swinging on his jacket before walking away again.

"It was given to me, and I know where it's from," you storm up to him, your feet slipping in the sand.

"Who gave it to you?" he says as he walks through the thin grass. You follow him close behind.

"My mother," you say confidently. "It was made by my great grandmother's future husband," you explain and Seonghwa stops walking. He abruptly turns around.

"What was his name?" He cocks his head before approaching you again.

"George walterson," you say as you step back a bit.

"No. Georgie over here didn't make that necklace," he says as he continues walking, leading you through the woods.

"How do you know? Were you there?" You say as your nightgown sticks to your skin.

"No but my great grandfather was. He was the one that mined the crystal that makes up that sand," he states as he pulls back branches and walks through the woods.

"Alright, say your grandfather was there, why do you care?" You say as you approach the castle. You followed him around the castle to the front door.

"It's none of your business why I care," he smirks as he leans down to your height. He wipes some sand off your shoulder and pats your head.

"It is though!" You retort back.

"Listen princess, I can't deny you are adorable but you don't want to get into the shit I'm into," Seonghwa says with a nod of his head before standing up. "Now squeeze the water out of your dress, go get some rest, and maybe I'll see you around," he says as he puts his hands on his hips. His eyes falling down to your necklace. He then opened the front door for you and let you inside. He closed the door behind you and walked off.

You Stood in the doorway, processing what just happened. You went up to your room and flopped down on your bed, staring at the ceiling. The necklace had stopped glowing and you were left with the hollowness of the night.

[Time skip]

The next day after dinner you were painting in your room before hearing a gentle knock on the door. You turned to see your Fiance in the doorway. You forced a comforting smile to him and he closed the door behind himself and walked over to you. He put his arm on your back and stroked your back as you continued painting.

"It looks lovely," he says as he watches you work. You look up at him and he smiles at you. He then notices the balcony just behind the canvas, the floor has traces of sand. "There's sand in your room," Herrington says as he walks over to the sand.

"How peculiar," you say as you watch him, pretending to be concerned. "I wonder how that could've happened?" You say as you set down your palette. "Oh goodness me I forgot to close the doors last night, a bird or something must've come in," you sigh and put your hand to your head. "I'll clean it up," you smile but he grabs your wrist.

"That's what we have maid's for," he smiles and takes you over to the bed, sitting next to you on it. "You're in your nightgown fairly early aren't you?" He says with a suggestive smile.

"Well it is easier to take off," you chuckle and he smiles.

"So you do remember your promise," he says as he runs his fingers through your hair. "I've been thinking about you all day," he says before kissing you.

The rest of the night was full of fake pleasure and submission. When herrington was finished and you fulfilled your promise he left, telling you to get some rest.

You lay in bed thinking about everything that just happened, trying to process the moment. So far these past couple days were a mess. First you ran into Seonghwa, your fiance ordered guards to follow you everywhere you go, you started feeling unwell at dinner, seonghwa came to visit you and started talking nonsense about your necklace and now this? What more could happen?

Days go by with this dull and almost dream-like aura. Things were relatively calm around the kingdom but by the end of the week things started to get more lively. The weather was getting warmer and a local festival was coming up. The festival was a form of celebration of the day this kingdom was formed and named. Merchants were preparing decorations and musicians were preparing music to perform. Dancers were practicing and bakers were making all kinds of sweets to stock up. Lots of cargo ships were docking in as well, bringing in all kinds of goodies including your custom dress for the festival.

You were in your room trying on your dress for the first time, with the assistance of your maid. The dress was intricate with a soft blue base and yellow accents. Your mother was in the room with you as you changed into the dress.

"When is your wedding again?" She asked in a calm and sophisticated tone.

"July 13th," you said as you breathed in, the corset hugging your lungs. Your mother lets out a surprised scoff.

"He sure is taking his sweet old time," she says in an unimpressed voice. "You know, when your father proposed to me we got married that same week. I became queen in two months and I was already carrying my first kid at the age of 17," she tells you her sad excuse of a love story as you finally finish putting your dress on. You come around from the curtain and your mothers face lights up. She comes over to you and analyzes the dress, feeling the trim. "The yellow is a bit dark, our kingdom's color is pastel blue and yellow. This will have to do though," she said before turning on her heel, going to your sister's room.

You sigh and your maid encourages you to sit at your make-up desk. She did your hair and make-up, taking her sweet time to make sure every detail was perfect before the photoshoot. Your family gathered in the lounge room and a professional photographer took your photos multiple times. Each photo could be sold to the citizens of the kingdom, trusty merchants would be given them to sell and a maid or soldier would collect the funds.

The photoshoot took a long time, there were family photos and solo shoots. Your fiance watched from behind the camera man as you took your photos. After the photoshoot dinner was finished. Everyone took off their fancy dresses and changed into more casual ones before eating dinner.

The rest of the night went accordingly. You finished dinner, went to your room and painted. After painting for a while your body started getting stiff so you took a trip out to your balcony, watching the sun set. You look down over the side of the balcony to see where you and Seonghwa had talked last week. You hardly knew him and furthermore didn't understand him but something inside you wanted to see him again. You then feel hands wrap around your waist from behind. You jump and gasp lightly. "Herrington," you sigh before realizing these weren't your fiance's hands. This person's hands were slimmer yet still rough.

You turn your head quickly to see Seonghwa, a coy smirk on his lips as his body presses against yours. Your face flushes as you feel his body weight on yours. You turn your body, your back to the edge of the balcony rail. He puts his hands on the rail of the balcony, pinning you between his arms.

"Herrington?" He chuckles. "I suppose I haven't told you my name yet, but I have a feeling your little Fiancé has," he sighs as leans down to meet your gaze directly with his.

You're so flustered you can't even speak. His body was pressed against yours, his lips inches from yours, his eyes full of desire and mystery. "Cat got my little princesses tongue~?" He cooes against your ear. He lifts his hand to caress the side of your red cheek. You grab his wrist to stop him, looking him in the eyes.

"Stop. I know you're just using me for the hourglass," you look at him sternly and he smirks.

"Oh doll, I already have your necklace," he chuckles and you look down. Your necklace was gone. You gasp and feel around your neck to feel no jewelry.

"When did you!?" You gasp and he puts a finger over your lips.

"You get just oh so focused on your paintings it was easy," he smirks as he removes his finger. "I'm not just here for the necklace, I'm here for you," he says as he moves his hand back up to caress your face. "If I just wanted the necklace I would've killed you," he smiles as his other hand moves back to your waist.

"You have an odd way of sweet talking," you scoff and he chuckles lowly, your heart fluttering.

"But it's working, isn't it?" He smirks and your lips part in shock.

[number-1-kuaidul-fanboy]

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…

[chaifootsteps]

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.

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.

[beanghostprincess]

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.

[idyllcy]

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. 

[just-queue]

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.

[fictionadventurer]

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.

[verdemoun]

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.

[levi-supreme]

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!

Join the taglist here!

"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 🎀

Tagging: @ack3rlady @cinnamonlevi @jean-prettyboy-kirschtein @hannie2kay @lilshades

[queen-of-the-boos]

You are Cordially Invited...

to the second ever-

(The envelope opens with a shrill shriek)

THAT'S RIGHT I'M DOING THIS AGAIN!!!

I'm throwing a little Luigi's Mansion themed ball for everyone who selfships and self inserts! (You don't have to selfship in the Mario universe to participate)

ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵠᵘᶦᵗᵉ ᵃ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ˢᶦⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ˢᵒʳᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵒˢᵗˢ ˢᵒ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶦᶠ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᶦⁿᵍ. ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗ ʳᵘˢᵗʸ

Details about the event under the cut!

Now then, I'm sure you have a few questions. Hopefully I can answer them all here! Such as...

- What the heck are Banshee Blossoms?

Glad you asked, my fine friend! They're a fictional flower I made up based on these pretty little blooms on the roof of the mansion!

(Don't mind the fire. Luigi is totally fine.)

Here's my silly little doodled rendition for reference!

Banshee Blossoms are symbols of love, romantic and platonic, even familial! There's a tradition in the Boo Kingdom where you give one to someone you care about. They're said to bless whomever is gifted one with good luck and a happy relationship for the rest of their lives into their afterlife! Theyre pale white flowers that glow like moonlight with purple foliage.

They only bloom in the month of March, so now is the best time to come and view them!

- What's this event all about?

Another excellent question!

This event is tailor made for those of you who selfship or self insert as well as anyone who has Luigi's Mansion ocs! You're all welcome to attend! I'll be hosting it along with my darling husband King Boo 💕

It's just a small, relaxed event for everyone to have fun with whether you're an artist or not.

The general thing you can do is go around to your friends' ask boxes and leave them Banshee Blossoms should you feel so inclined. But we also have... Prompts!

- Prompts?

That's right! Prompts. You're a great listener!

The event runs from March 15th - March 17th, and throughout those days, you, dear listener, will have two prompts to choose from with which you may create things with! Think of them as themed projects? You can choose one or do both if you're feeling it!

The regular prompts will be:

15th - Arrival / Meeting

(Your arrival at the ball, or you meeting someone at the ball!)

16th - Grudges / Spinoffs

(Getting out any grudges before the party begins, or thinking of your self insert/ship/oc in the context of a Mario series spinoff like Mario Kart or Mario Golf ect.)

17th - Party / Comfort

(How you would be enjoying the party, or perhaps reviving comfort from somebody or something.)

Along with our regular prompts, we will also have musical ones for those of you who are music autistics with melodies in your heart like me.

Those will include:

15th - Treacherous Mansion /Paranormal Chaos

16th - Phantom Dancing / Luigi's Mansion DS

17th - Luigi's Mansion Credits / LM3 Music box

These work just like the regular creative prompts! You're just going off a song rather than an idea. You can do one, two, or all three of these options if you wish! No rules against that!

I'll be posting a daily post with all three daily prompts for that day around midnight (12 am CST) each day!

These prompts are for anything creative! Mood boards, writing, art, playlists, you name it! Even just posts saying what you and your fave are doing to participate are welcome!

- When is the event?

Just like I said above, the event will run the weekend of March 15th - March 17th.

- Where is it being held?

Well, it'll be hosted here on this blog! I'll be sure to look for posts and reblog them all here so everyone can see! Be sure to tag your posts for the ball with #Banshee Blossom Ball 2024 so I can see them! That's the tag I'll be looking for! Youre also free to tag me so I can see them too!

But...if you meant what location the event is being held... Its-

The Treacherous Mansion from Luigi's Mansion Dark Moon! It's a large mansion in Evershade Valley full of many interesting rooms that house treasures from a famous adventurer from days long past.

(Thanks for helping me show it off, Luigi! But get that AWFUL thing off your back-)

Phew! Hopefully that clears things up. I'll try to condense the info here for those of you who need a tl;dr

TL;DR

I'm hosting an event for self inserts and shippers as well as Luigi's Mansion oc havers! It's a ball themed after Banshee Blossoms, symbols of all types of love and new beginnings!

The creative prompts for the event including musical prompts (notated with a 🎵) are:

🌙 15th - Arrival / Meeting

🎵 Treacherous Mansion/Paranormal Chaos

🌙 16th - Grudges / Spinoffs

🎵 Phantom Dancing/Luigi's Mansion DS

🌙 17th - Party / Comfort

🎵 Luigi's Mansion credits/LM3 music box

The event runs from March 15th - 17th.

I'll make a post each day at 12am CST with a short blurb about the day's prompts to help inspire! (You're free to start on the prompts early though!)

Remember to tag your ball related posts with #Banshee Blossom Ball 2024 so I can see them!

I hope everyone has fun! Feel free to send me an ask over on this blog here if you have any questions or concerns!

This event is not for proshippers. Please kindly do not participate.

[katareyoudrilling]

Hi Kat

'Shared Document' has its Fan Fiction Birthday on 28th August 🎂

Happy birthday!

Tell us something about that fic, anything you like, and we'll help blow out the candles and wish it many happy returns!

You can save this ask until the actual date or reply whenever you like.

Omg, really?? It’s been two years??

It feels longer ago, honestly lol

To celebrate Shared Document’s birthday, I’ll tell the true story that inspired it…

In early 2021, I had just started writing smut and just started falling for the one and only Pedro Pascal. We were still a year away from me joining tumblr. Also, I was in my second year as treasurer for my kid’s elementary school PTA (don’t worry, we weren’t *that* kind of PTA)

One day, I’m just minding my business when I get an email from another PTA board member. The email says “Katie, what’s this?” followed by a couple of sentences from something I was writing.

I’m sure you can all imagine the full body panic that took over me. I immediately wrote her back explaining that I had taken up “creative writing” over the pandemic and it was from something I wrote (the sentences weren’t explicit but it was pretty clear what type of thing they were from). I apologized profusely and said how I had no idea how I could have emailed that to her.

She responded back that it was ok and not to worry, but that I hadn’t emailed it her… I had put those sentences in a shared google doc she had sent out the night before

☠️☠️☠️

Cue hyperventilating.

Here’s what happened— she was getting everyone in a leadership role with the PTA to fill out our job descriptions in a Google sheet so that we could start recruiting volunteers for the next school year. I had quickly filled in my responsibilities and remember doing some cut/pasting and the doc being weird about it. Turns out I had cut those sentences from my fic earlier in the day and had accidentally pasted them in the doc.

I was MORTIFIED. She had deleted it from the doc but I was able to see who had been in the document during the time it was there… and it wasn’t just me. No one ever said anything, but I was panicked for a while. She ended up moving out of our district that summer and I haven’t seen her since, which is a shame, I really liked her. She did say that she would like to read more, so I sent her Reunion later that year when I finished it and she enjoyed it.

I was able to laugh about the whole incident pretty quickly and knew it would make a great story one day. Fast forward to spring of 2022– I am finishing my time on the PTA board, we have resumed in-person meetings, and I have been on tumblr for a few months. Four of us go out for drinks after a PTA meeting and start talking pandemic hobbies. I revealed mine. They all wanted to read my stuff but I wasn’t sure they were ready for it. (I didn’t tell the shared document story until I was officially done with the PTA and then only to a few people. It definitely got a good laugh and some dropped jaws when I did)

My writing is an open secret now among my extended friend group. My closest friends (2 of which were at that table when I shared my pandemic hobby. That night was in many ways the start of our friendship) have read some of my stuff and so have some who weren’t there that night.

The third at the table wanted to read but he is a dad and I told him I wouldn’t send smut to another woman’s husband lol, but if he had his wife ask me, I would send it to her and she could decide. That hasn’t happened yet lol. She and I are getting to be friends now and I can’t imagine him admitting to her that he knew about my hobby years ago and wanted to read it. He told me he tried to find my tumblr, but as you all know finding anything on tumblr is a fools errand. He’s never going to find and I don’t think he’s tried since right after that night.

I wanted to use the story as the base of a fic but really struggled with how to do it until one day I had the idea that became Shared Document! The story is a funny one for me, but reader gets a much more satisfying ending 😏

Thanks for helping me celebrate!