#welp that's where it went haha

[thankskenpenders]

At long last, the trailer for Sonic movie 3 is here, giving us our first look at Shadow! It looks like a fun time, though my excitement is probably more tempered than a lot of peoples' due to a few things I have mixed feelings on. Here are my off-the-cuff thoughts about it.

Shadow

Yes, it does seem like they've really nailed Shadow here. Fowler's attachment to the character clearly shows. The action looks cool and really sells Shadow as a serious threat. He's got his bike, he's doing Chaos Control all over the place, it's great. Keanu is very much just doing his regular voice, but it fits well enough. The backstory from SA2 seems to mostly be there, though I'm sure some details will be adjusted. Mostly I'm still just amazed that we're getting a major tentpole blockbuster movie this Christmas starring Shadow the fucking Hedgehog that treats him as a serious character worthy of respect. We've come such a long way...

I mean, just... what an image to see on the big screen.

I also really like the way they're setting Shadow up as a foil for movie Sonic, kind of his dark mirror image as a Mobian hedgehog whose family life on Earth ended in tragedy and turned him into a vengeful antagonist. It's pretty straightforward, but it works well.

Robotnik(s)

Welp. They put Jim Carrey in a fat suit. I suppose we knew this day would come eventually.

I guess a small part of me is glad that movie Eggman finally actually looks like Eggman in every way that matter, but they're completely playing it as a joke at his expense here. And, yeah, the Sonic franchise isn't immune to fat jokes, the early years of the franchise (particularly Western adaptations) gave Sonic tons and tons and tons of jabs about Eggman's weight. But I thought we'd moved past that. But here we are with a depressed movie Robotnik binge eating and gaining a lot of weight like Fat Thor and the other characters think he's so GROSS and look his clothes don't even fit him anymore, haha! There's so much of this crammed into the trailer. I can only pray they don't do this in every fucking scene he's in in the movie.

I do like the plot of Sonic reluctantly teaming up with Robotnik to try and stop Shadow, though. It's very different from SA2, but we knew it would be, and I think that gives the movie some potential for Sonic to have kind of a dark turn of his own that mirror's Shadow's. I have a feeling that Sonic will try to get back at Shadow for something he does - maybe hurting Tom or something like that - and in the end Sonic sympathizes with Shadow and decides they have to stop their cycle of revenge, teaming up to stop some final threat.

Oh, and, of course... Jim Carrey is also playing Professor Gerald. Who might still be alive? Or maybe it's a hallucination on Ivo's part? I don't know, but either way, I'm here for it. Everyone joked about them doing it and then they went and did it. Yes, it risks playing him as a joke character, but the shot of him and Shadow mourning Maria while surrounded by GUN soldiers makes me believe he won't be a total joke. I wouldn't be surprised if he was the true final antagonist of the film, which would diverge a lot from the games but would work as its own version of the story.

And again, WHAT an image to see on the big screen lmao

Everyone else

The human cast is VERY downplayed in this trailer, but let's not forget that they're still going to get a lot of screentime one way or another. The Sonic 2 trailer barely showed anything from Hawaii. Where oh where is my best friend Wade?

Speaking of the Wade show, Knuckles... frankly still seems to be mostly a comic relief character heavily influenced by MCU Thor here, getting some jokes in the trailer but immediately getting Worfed by Shadow when it comes time to fight. Tails seems to be flying the gang around in a real-ass helicopter, and his big pilot's helmet is funny, but otherwise he doesn't really do anything here aside from getting stomped by Shadow. I really hope they don't get sidelined too hard, but frankly I fully expect them to, Tails especially.

And, of course... I can't help but think about who isn't here. Namely: the girls. Yes, three movies and one streaming miniseries into this film franchise, exactly zero of the female (animal) characters from the games have made the jump to live action. Please allow me to bitch about this.

Despite her being both 1) a main character in the game this movie is loosely adapting and 2) my fave, I suppose I can understand why Rouge isn't here. Paramount took one look at that bat cleavage and went "nope," cowards that they are. There was some speculation that Kristen Ritter could be playing Rouge, but we now know she's just playing someone at GUN. But, again, I at least get why they'd be hesitant to include her.

But Amy... Amy is such a glaring omission at this point. There's no excuse. She's the female lead of the franchise. She's one of Sonic's closest friends. (Honestly, these days it's more accurate to say Team Sonic is Sonic, Tails, and Amy, not Knuckles, especially in the comics.) And she's also a key player in Shadow's arc in the game. Shadow has his change of heart because Amy reminds him of Maria! And yet, she's nowhere to be seen. It sucks.

(I know some fans are still holding out hope for Amy, but the toys for the movie already leaked and she didn't get anything, so I have to assume she's not in it.)

It's not like I really expected either of them to be in this movie, but that doesn't make it less disappointing that they set up the film franchise in a way that makes it logistically difficult to include 90% of the characters and conveniently managed to leave all of the girls in the "low priority" pile. Yes, I know everyone points to how much Tails was downplayed in the third act of Sonic 2 as evidence that it's just so impossible to introduce more than one new Mobian character in each movie and give them the focus they deserve. Yes, I know having to come up with a story excuse to bring more characters over to Earth is an obstacle, especially when they're gonna have to devote time to Shadow's backstory. But these are excuses. It's a writer's job to figure out solutions to problems like this. They could make it work if they really wanted to. I'd take Amy having a suboptimal amount of screentime over her not being in it at all. It's just not a priority for them. That's what disappoints me. You can justify these absences from a logical perspective, but I just care way more about Amy and Rouge as characters than I do about Shadow, so there's no way for this to not sting.

But, at the end of the day, for what the movie is actually trying to do, it seems to be pulling it off well. Aside from the fat jokes. I don't like the fat jokes. But the Shadow stuff is good. As always, this live action version of the franchise is never going to be my ideal version of Sonic, but it's turned out far better than it had any right to, and I'll probably have fun when I go see this in theaters and hear Live and Learn.

[itsonlydana]

I wanted to ask if you could please please write sonething about Thranduil x fem!reader (in an established relationship) where they go shopping for dresses together because reader needs one for a ball they are going to attend. And you know Thranduil being the fashion icon he is, is only picking the best of the best like he wants reader to slay and him being completely dedicated and not afraid to keep everyone running and busy for that haha

Pretty in Pink & Beautiful in Blue | hobbit

pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader 👑

You and Thranduil go shopping

tags/warnings: fluff, really rich!Thranduil

word count: 3,1k

an: i started this when i went shopping for my Eras-Tour dress but then writers-block hit me over the head and I had barely any time to even try getting back into it.. welp

+ masterlist + rules + 🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

You look absolutely horrendous, stuffed into the tiniest fitting room with harsh white fluorescent light showing off the tiniest of flaws and impurities on the contorted face looking back at you in the four mirrors – seriously, who needs to see themselves like this in not one, but four mirrors? Definitely not you, not right now, or ever, if you're completely honest, because if the lightning doesn't hold any punches back, then you wouldn't as well.

"Darling, are you alright?" Thranduil's voice carries over the blaring instore music, which has been rotating around the ten same chart songs, not just overplaying them but they didn't do them any favors by playing them at a volume that made normal conversation impossible. Any attempt of quietly asking Thranduil for a bigger size or a dress that didn't look atrocious becomes futile by the tunes of pop and weirdly mixed-in raving music. 

"I have a headache and the dress is stupid," you call back and lift a hand to massage your temple. 

The thin curtain rustles as Thranduil opens it a slit and immediately the room shrinks even more. Your boyfriend, not really boyfriend – the word doesn't quite fit for the tall man scrutinizing the yellow number that sits so tight around your bust that breathing becomes harder, tilts his head and the long strands of his blonde hair fall to your naked shoulders. "Sorry, I didn't catch that over the –" he gestures to the speakers built into the cheap ceiling tiles and the corner of his mouth twitches in disgust "music. Again, what did you say?"

You lean closer to the mirror, plucking at the fabric around your waist for a bit more room. "I said my head's about to explode and so will this dress if I even think about exhaling what little air I have left in me." If the mirror didn't look like it hadn't been cleaned in forever you would've rested your forehead against it to cool down a bit but there are fingerprints and weird handprints all over so you decide against that and simply pout. 

Thranduil smiles in sympathy and lets his large hands move soothingly over your arms. "Let's get you out of this dress and us out of this, well, disgrace of a boutique, yes?" he asks, kissing the back of your head. 

"Mhm," you hum in agreement though it irks you that he had been right from the start that this shop wouldn't have any fitting clothes for the gala you were invited to. 

Or any gala. But especially not the benefit ball one of Thranduil's closest friends had organized to be held in the old national theatre two weeks from now – so, relatively close considering you had pushed the whole shopping for a dress and jewelry and shoes away from your mind until Thranduil had nonchalantly asked over breakfast which color his suit should have and you nearly broke down over your avocado toast and eggs because you hadn't the faintest idea. The first stores you tried had been disaster after disaster, not only given the underwhelming amount of dress choices that made the list for maybe-just-maybe-possible-if-i-don't-find-anything-else more so because you had stubbornly tried to convince Thranduil that you would be fine. You did not need his help, thank you very much you know what you like and what looks good on you but then the disappointed groans over annoying zippers or itchy fabric grew simultaneously to the headache that pounds away behind your temples and led to where you were now: metaphorically waving the white flag.

Thranduil's lips move to the left, teasingly nipping the shell of your ear. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing," he murmures lowly and you give in to a chuckle. 

"We'll see, honey."

Not even half an hour later you're biting your words as Thranduil strolls into one of the chicest stores you have ever seen and immediately gets greeted by two young girls who smile brightly as he slides over his credit card before you have the chance to protest. 

This is nothing like the overfilled tourist spots that have clothes ranging from toddlers to clothes fit for old ladies who strangely smell all the same and offer you mints that had been dusting up in the bottom of their handbags for longer than you have been alive for. 

For one thing, you realize there are no more than two articles of each thing hanging on the clothing racks, and secondly, everything's hung up. There aren't tables with meter-high folded jeans on them which makes it impossible to actually find the size you're looking for without playing Tetris; all the heavy wooden tables are beautifully decorated with necklaces, rings as well as bracelets in all metals. The ambiance is the total opposite and the chilled air is a blessing after the sweaty hours of pulling on dresses and walking around kids screaming for the new Elsa shirt. 

Thranduil obviously feels more at ease here, he fits right in with his sharp dress pants, the white knitted sweater top, and the large brown sunglasses that he pushes up into his light hair as he becomes the center of attention by simply existing in this space. Day by day you're in awe of him.

"So, Darling, what would you feel more comfortable in — a lighter chiffon, satin crepe, or simply normal satin?" Thranduil steers you both in the direction of a rack with a few dresses that have caught your eye while Thranduil gives your size to the girls. 

"I honestly have no idea." You shrug your shoulders in a soft laughter but that doesn't discourage him.

"Then I will pull out one of each and you try them all on," Thranduil says and his eyes crinkle in what you could call full-hearted delight, "Oh, I have dreamt about this! Now, come on," he throws a look at the nametag of the redhead that expectantly trails after you two, "Tauriel, could you be a dear and show my love where the dressing rooms are?"

"Of course," Tauriel chirps and offers you a warm smile and her elbow which you hesitantly take.

Thranduil quickly leans in for a kiss before he's already back on flicking through the dresses. "Ah, we will take a bottle of iced water as well! Bring that to the fitting rooms, I will join you in a minute."

As your shoes click over the wooden floors Tauriel gently pulls you along into a separate area closed off from the large windows that flood the showroom with natural light but have a clear view into the much quieter street yet you let out a tensed breath when you see there's no way anyone from the outside can see you here. The space is just as open with no more than five stalls that probably fit three or four people and they have heavy red curtains instead of the flimsy ones that offer basically no protection whatsoever. A few low tables are strewn over the carpeted floor, each with two dark red sofas that offer those waiting a seat, and to your surprise, there's already a clear bottle of sparkling water on one of these tables.

"You're really fast," you note as Tauriel pulls one curtain open and takes your jacket.

"Of course, practice paths the way to perfection and we offer nothing but perfection," she says and her smile shows two dimples on either side of her lightly dusted cheeks. 

Though it sounds like a … practiced slogan, you fully believe her. 

"Okay, I have some dresses I would like you to try on." Thranduil comes around the corner, holding a glass of water himself that he takes an appreciating sip of. Close behind him, the other woman carries what he apparently had picked out for you with effortless grace, despite the fact one of the dresses must weigh a ton by the amount of fabric that pools over the arms of the blonde. Thranduil slides into the chair positioned toward where you stand in the open curtains, gawking as the woman hangs the first dress on the wall inside the fitting room. A smirk rests on Thranduil's lips and he props up both arms on the chair, leaning his head against his fist. "Now, you have fun with these, yes?" he drawles.

After the curtains close and you're left alone to undress, brushing off your shoes to stand on the wooden floor, folding your pants and shirt into a neat pile that you put on the small bench provided, you let your hands run over the ruffles of the pale pink dress. There isn't a tag or anything else that could help you figure out the price or size but when you step into the dress you find it sits perfectly around your chest and brushes the floor just enough that a pair of heels would lift it accordingly.

Despite the room you have you hold your breath as you zip up the dress yourself. While looking in the mirror you pull the frilled arms to sit on your shoulders, the frill and tulle tickling your skin lightly like sunray kisses in the morning, and in the golden light, you stare at the reflection in the mirror, full-on blown away by the gentleness this dress radiates and how the crystal embellishment in the corset-like bodice glitter and shine like teardrops.

"Okay," you say, "I've got the first one on!" 

The chatter of Thranduil and the girls outside falls silent as you pull away the curtain and shyly make a few steps forward. In a lame and awkward movement – the result of the blank stare that took over Thranduil's face – you gesture to the dress rustling with the movement.  "Ta-da?"

"Pretty," he finally says and lifts a finger, "give me a twirl, sweetheart?"

You follow his request and the ruffles fly up as you turn around yourself, chuckling at the airy feeling of fabric floating around, gemstones glittering as much as the amusement and adoration twinkles in Thranduil's eyes. Just for him, you courtesy, tipping your head down in one smooth, practised movement at the same angle you bend your knee and send him a cheeky wink through lowered lashes; an act that rewards you with deep laughter.

"We will take this one," Thranduil orders when you straighten up again.

You tilt your head in confusion. "I haven't tried on the other ones yet."

"I know." Thranduil sits back in his chair and folds one long leg over the other. He seems unbothered by your inquiring look that changes into scrutinizing at his casual demeanor. He copies you, tilting his head to one side and brushing the long hair that follows back behind his ear again.

"What?" he asks and lifts an eyebrow, "Darling, I'm rich. Try on whatever you like. It does not matter if we leave this shop with one dress packed up or four. All that counts is that you have fun and find a gown you feel comfortable in for the ball. Now –," Thranduil takes a moment to smile at you after his lips had contorted into that much-to-sure-of-himself smirk that appeared on his faultless face whenever the talk of money and his habit of spending – in your humble opinion – far too much and carelessly on you lightened your cheeks up. "Tauriel will hold on to this pretty number while you change into the next one."

The heat doesn't leave your face at all as the redhead slips behind the curtains, though it's far more gentle when you realize the woman shows no interest in your body but her chilled hands work fast yet precise on unzipping the pink dress; her professionalism is only broken when a mischievous and knowing smile flits across her lips.

Her voice is quiet when she speaks, holding up the midnight blue gown that has more layers than any of the others: "If I may be so honest and direct – many men walk into this store to shut their wives up with new clothes or such but your man?" she laughs once and shakes her head, "You've chosen well, that's all that I can say without sounding as jealous as I am."

"Oh," you blush again. Being put under such a spotlight, even one as soft and golden as the lamps around you, is never easy even though it's quite common nowadays. Being around Thranduil has that affect, that much you had noticed right when you two met and of course, you know that being on the arm of one of the most gorgeous rich men you've ever seen pushes you in the lens as well. Not once has anyone ever told you that he's yours. Your choice. Your man. Butterflies spread in your stomach, looping through the hot blood until you hiccup a burst of laughter. 

"I'm wasn't used to being spoiled that much," you don't know why exactly you feel the need to confess but maybe it's less of a need for confession or the defense and deflecting answers you normally gave but rather something more simple – hushed conversations about a boy between two girls in a fitting room. 

And following the encouraging nod from Tauriel you lean into the conversation. You whisper while she helps you step into the dress, giggle as she pulls on the satin strings that tighten the simple yet elegant bodice and quickly fall into fawning over Thranduil's openness to buy you whatever you want, whenever you want. 

"–so I just gave in and let him bring me here," you ramble and pull in your stomach slightly for Tauriel to drape the fabric correctly, looking up at you through her cocky red fringe, "A good decision, much better than trying on another one of this tight latex dresses, because now I can actually breathe and you are so so nice!"

"You're one of my favorite customers as well. The others can be so boring and uptight. It's refreshing to dress you; you don't complain and look much happier to be around me," Tauriel says and stands up from where she had kneeled, laying her hands on your shoulders and the thin straps to turn you around to the mirror. She smiles at you in the reflection, red contrasting the ink-blue shimmering dress like a fire blazing through the night, her smile contagious and unstoppable. "We should probably go out and stun your man into silence again. Before you came out he just couldn't stop talking about what colors fit your skin tone best and on and on he went–" She wiggles her eyebrows teasingly, "all that stopped the moment he saw you in that pink dress. Go get him again, tiger!"

She encouragingly nudges you forward, a motivation much needed because after her small speech you rather want to run up to him and kiss him senseless but instead of following that instinct, you push away the curtains and find him pacing the room up and down. His head snaps to you instinctively, completely blending out Tauriel who walks past you with a mumbled: "Oops, may have chatted a bit too long" and stares at you.

"My my."

"So?" 

The dress follows your steps toward him. Immediately he scans the hem, sharp eyes already calculating.

"We need to shorten it," he says and beckons you closer with two fingers. You stop in front of him, his head at the level of your heart, fluttering underneath the silky fabric covering your chest. One of his hands comes to rest on your hips, rubbing his thumb in slow circles while the other inspects the hem. "An inch will suffice if you wear a higher heel, two for your pair of kitten heels." 

"Mhm," you ponder and lift the dress just enough for your ankles to flash into view. 

Without taking his eyes away from you, Thranduil's hand slips to caress the delicate skin. "You look beautiful if I haven't told you that already." 

"You haven't," you tease and shudder as he scratches his nails over your calve. "I wouldn't mind hearing it again, though." 

The hand on your hip wanders to your lower back and in a second he draws you down to him, evoking a squeal and laugh by the surprising tip to your balance. "You, my little firecracker, you are beautiful in this dress," he drawls but before you can lean in further, hoping to get a kiss out of this as well as the compliments, he playfully taps your arse. 

"You have no shame," you scoff, cheeks flaming hot and you do your best not to check for Tauriel, who you can hear hiding her laughter behind a soft cough. 

"Get your pretty and beautiful self into that last dress or I'll show you how shameless I can be," Thranduil says it like a joke – you, however, can read him like an open book, and the words written on the audacious smirk his lips curve into are far too bold and totally something he would do. 

Out of any other ways to answer if you didn't want your voice to fail you, you stick out your tongue and disappear behind the curtains. 

The rest of the evening flies by in more dresses and Thranduil's reaction to every single one catapults you to a completely new sphere of feeling loved and desired. By the time you try on a silver dress that hugs your figure close and has a neckline that plunges deep down, he looks ready to bark out the order to pack it all up and go home but instead, he draws you into a kiss and leaves you breathless enough to only nod in agreement of the dress. After the dresses comes the jewelry, most of it pieces that Thranduil insists on buying as well, no thought going after any price – as soon as you smile at your reflection of fiddle with a charm on a wristband, Thranduil whisks his hand and it's added to the growing pile of evening wear. There's no possible way you would ever have a chance in deciding what exactly you will wear to the gala but Thranduil makes sure there are enough options.

©itsonlydana 2024, character art by MiracleAna on Devianart

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Mad Love Chapter 25

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

“Today, I’ll write down a recent story that I didn’t include in my report presented to Her Majesty.

I’ve been living in the darkness as Roger’s exclusive Fairytale Keeper since.

There’s still evil in Britain. And today—

~~ Flashback ~~

Roger: Haa, haa…, this time our target’s persistent.

Alfons: Illegal drug dealers are sent to jail when caught. It’s natural that they would run like a rat chased by a cat. …Oh my? Where are Lord El and Kate?

Roger: Ah.

Alfons raised a brow at Roger as he asked the question.

Alfons: Don’t tell me you left your own lover behind. You are theeeee worst!

Roger: Says the guy who left El behind. Welp, that guy’s gonna be fine. Actually, they’ll both be fine.

Roger smiled and reloaded his rifle.

Roger: Hey, Al. Since this is the only time you’ll listen to me, I’m gonna tell you now. Your fate’s “to be forgotten by everyone after death.” But since there’s a chance I’m gonna die before you, I’m not gonna forget about you.

Alfons: …o_o

Roger: I feel like this is the only thing I can do for an old friend… Even if it won’t make you happy.

It’s not something extravagant like a will.

But it’s something he didn’t want to regret not telling him at the time.

Roger: Al, while I’m still alive, I’ll definitely find a way to remove curses from the Cursed. Just like I promised when we were kids. That way, you won’t be lonely.

Alfons: …o_o

This egoist of a man spoke as he pleased, as plainly as if there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky.

Alfons: Haaa. Are you stupid? Please don’t ever assume people’s feelings. It’s irritating. I couldn’t care less if you fulfilled your ambitions or not. Continue wandering through your living hell to fulfill your absurd ambitions.

You couldn’t escape fate.

That being the case—you’d live how you wanted until death.

Death came for both the Cursed and humans equally.

Roger: I’m gonna have to live long to wander through a living hell.

Alfons: Bad people have all the luck in life. A man like you won’t die even if you’re killed.

Roger: Pfft, without a doubt. Alright, done reloading. Kate and El are—

Kate: Roger. Alfons, are you okay?

He turned toward the voice and saw Kate making a beeline toward him like a loyal dog.

Roger: Kate, El. Are you two hurt?

Elbert: …Kate and I don’t have a single scratch on us…However…

Alfons: However?

Kate: The targets are bound in rope in the third warehouse.

Elbert: It’s thanks to Kate.

Kate: No, you’re the one that stepped on their shadows which let me do it.

Alfons: …Kate, don’t you think you’re becoming a little too strong?

Roger: Haha.

--

While in the carriage on the way back home…

Alfons: …The queen ordered for the huntsman to bring her the heart of the detestable Snow White.

Elbert: …Al?

Elbert, who was in the same carriage, slowly raised his gaze when he heard the murmur.

Alfons: But the hunter betrayed the queen by letting the girl go in the forest and instead, brought the queen a heart of an animal. After that, Snow White met a prince after her life was saved…

'Snow White'—

Elbert quietly listened to the story that was beautiful yet unsavory for the Cursed before speaking up.

Elbert: I’ve always…thought it was strange.

Alfons: What was?

Elbert: Why didn’t Snow White choose to be with the hunter who turned traitor and saved her life?

Alfons: That is because— The happiness chosen by princesses in fairytales were generally conventional and boring. However, it doesn’t seem like Kate likes those endings. ‘Have a lovely rest of your life.’

—Fairytales will continue to be spun.

No one knew what would happen next.

--

Kate: …And we were once again misinformed when we were told “a Cursed One’s been found.”

After our mission, Roger and I went to check if the information that suddenly came to us was true.

(But it was a miss…)

Between missions, the two of us had continued to conduct research on the Cursed, but it hadn’t been easy.

Roger: …You feeling heartbroken?

Roger, who had unequipped his rifle and was now dressed down, smirked.

That day, I told Roger my answer to the question he had asked me long ago.

~~ Flashback within a flashback ~~

Roger: Would it be good or evil to make curses disappear from this world? You don’t have to answer me now. When it comes to you, let me know.

~~ End flashback within a flashback ~~

Kate: I want the Cursed to be able to choose how they live, and that thought will never change. And if I want that to happen, I can’t let things like this discourage me.

Roger: …O_O

Kate: Roger?

Roger: It’s nothing. Was just thinking about how you’ve become a fine woman.

With a hand on his chin, Roger looked at me fondly with dazzling eyes.

Kate: Don’t tell me I’ve become a fine woman for something like this. I plan to grow more! So keep your eyes on me. Closely.

Roger: Don’t have to tell me twice.

(...)

Roger was suddenly so close to me that our lips were almost touching…

My heart pounded as his eyes pierced through me.

When it comes to me, Roger’s never been one to hide his desires.

(Openly showing his desire just by looking at me…)

(It’s always made my mind and body ache like crazy)

It’s as if I took a potent drug called Roger.

Roger: Kate.

The second he said my name, he bit my lip.

Kate: Ngh, nnnn…

His tongue explored my mouth, the wet noises hit my ears—

Kate: Haaa…wait…please.

Roger: Do I have to?

Kate: Y-yes! Because…I’m scared.

Roger: After we’ve done this so many times?

Kate: That’s not it…

My breathing still hadn’t gone back to normal when I glared at Roger with teary eyes.

Roger: Sorry, I cut you off. …You’re talking about something else. Tell me, I’ll listen to everything. What’re you scared of?

Roger looked at me with a smile that enveloped all my weaknesses.

Kate: I chose to throw everything away and live with you. My hands were empty that day, like a newborn baby’s. But…suddenly, my hands were filled with you.

I closed my open palms.

Kate: I chose you so that I could be me. I don’t regret that at all. Despite that, sometimes I get scared…that I can’t live without you.

(...I never thought I’d be so deep in love)

Roger: And what’s wrong with that?

Kate: Because…

Nothing’s more important to me than you.

I would never find happiness like this again.

The surface of my ordinary life was so out of reach, and the moment I felt happiness, I’d sink further down into the bottomless lake.

Roger: Hey, that’s just called being in love. I think it’s too cute how you love me so much it scares you.

Kate: Maybe it is being in love, but I’m seriously worried about it, you know?

I glared at him but his shoulders just shook with laughter…

Roger: I already told you that I’m not letting you go. No matter what happens. Besides, I’m like you.

Kate: Eh?

Roger: “What you call romantic love’s just a dysfunction of the brain or a misunderstanding caused by sexual desire.” I had that theory set in stone. But then, Kate. You overturned it. You—changed me.

Kate: …I…changed you?

Roger: Who else? The other day, Victor told me “You’ve fallen for your fated love.”

Do you think it’s fate?

How lovely.

What was your response? +4 +4

Kate: …So, what was your response to that?

Roger: I think I said something along the lines of romantic expressions aren’t for me.

Kate: Hehe, I agree.

We looked at each other and laughed. Roger’s brows then furrowed in self-deprecation.

Roger: I’m also scared…of someone like that taking a spot in my heart. Me of all people. Scared of being in love…it’s so not like me, it’s funny.

An outstretched hand touched my hair; the gentle affection in his touch reached my heart.

Roger: But worries like that are trivial. They’re nothing compared to the despair of not living with you. Nothing compared to the despair of not being able to love you as much as I want to.

Kate: …

Despair is always close by.

However, if we let ourselves be scared of it, something important will slip through our fingers.

(That’s why you give despair the finger and live how you want)

(I want to love you…)

It made me happy to know that Roger felt the same as me.

Filled with more than fear of loving this person, I nuzzled Roger’s hand.

Kate: …Roger, please touch me.

Roger: Is that okay?

Kate: Don’t need to be scared of anything, give me all your love.

Taking a sweet smile as a cue, our lips locked together.

Kate: Nnn…nnnn

Roger: Haaa…

Roger removed his glasses and kissed me deeper than before.

And then— 

We slowly fell back onto the bed, our hands woven together.

(I can hear Roger’s heartbeat…)

The moment the heart within that thick chest breaks, I might despair.

The despair was so deep and dark that I couldn’t even imagine it.

But—I still want and love.

Pull in that faint hope and pursue uncertain happiness.

Heart beating.

Living hopelessly.

Passionate, mad, together with our loved one in this world painted with despair.

Roger: Kate. I’ll take you, satisfy you, love you. So…love me too.

Roger smiled.

No matter when, even when in the depths of despair, you’ll smile again—

Kate: Yes, Roger. I’ll love you…with all that I have.

I will protect your smile.

~~ End flashback ~~

This was the love story between me, a Fairytale Keeper, and a double-crossing hunter who lived in darkness.

Neither of us know how our love will end.

However, we seem fine with that.

Because I don’t want—

A fairytale that promises a happy ending.”

His POV | Next

[legostars]

DOGDAY X READER

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Note from Author: Well, I made this At 4:00 Am early in the morning. And also, you're a female y/n and I'm tired of calling them/they/blah blah.

I'm still figuring out how to colour my texts, so you guys are stuck with non colour ones, yay...

Just a quick reminder that I barely post like tomorrow or next week, it depends if I get busy at school. Welp, that's all. Enjoy the story, and I might make it longer by time. ENJOY MY LITTLE LEGO STARS!

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"Well, that's the end of the tour!"

"Thanks, dogday. I was expecting that the other employees would be the ones to give me a tour... But, I guess they were busy." Nope. They weren't busy. They were lazy. "Oh, hahaha! Well, I get that a lot too, angel." He laughs and then you hear him calling you an angel again.. strange, nobody called you that. "Um, can I ask a question?" "Hm? Sure!" You were getting embarrassed of the question but you pulled it off. "Why do you.. keep calling me angel? I mean I have a name." Dogday was quiet for a moment, you felt awkward for asking that question and you can barely feel your face getting warm from the embarrassment. "You know what! Never mind... Haha..." Dogday laughs seeing you getting all nervous. "No need to be nervous, besides. The reason I called you angel, is because i- uh- like calling you that. Yeah!" Awkward. Y/N looks around to find a change of subject. The only thing that comes to her mind is the statues of the smiling critters. "Oh, Uh.. can you tell me more about yourself.. and the other smiling critters?"

Dogday's tail wags a little from excitement. "Well, I don't mind! As you heard from Tiffany. I'm dogday! The leader of the smiling critters! And you probably can meet the others and they might introduce themselves properly to you!" Dogday was very cheerful about it as you can tell by his tail wagging. "Okay! I'm y/n and I'm 22 years old, my favourite colour is red. And I love to eat cookies!" Dogday smiled at you. "Well, the introduction has been confirmed to both of us. And also, you have to keep your eyes with the others to see no one is getting any Problems." You nodded as he began to point at your office.

"Okay, keep a watch at the others and do my job. Got it!" Dogday smiled as he patted your head.

"I know you can do it, angel!" You felt a flutter in your heart.. what.. what is this feeling? Am I sick?

(Girl you stupid).

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––It's been a week since you started working there. You met three smiling critters along the way, craftycorn, picky piggy, and hoppy hopscotch. The others are you haven't quite met yet. Day by day, the children loved how caring and loving you are, they even started to call you mama. You're not used to it but you tried. Dogday got even close to you, every time he gets a chance he would come and hang out with you. (Ah, young love. 🤭)

–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––After you arrive in playcare at 5:00 Am, since you woke up Prettyyy early in the morning. You went to your office and sat down, you stretched your body and yawned. "Man... I woke up so early I couldn't even go back to sleep... I want some coffee now.." you groan and sighed. And then you noticed a clipboard on your side of the desk, you picked it up and read it. Your first task was to give the smiling critters baths, your second task was to wake the children up and the others are for later. "Hm... A bath- oh. Dogs hates water... The others might enjoy but for catnap... Ugh... This is going to a lot more harder..." You groan as you rubbed your face with both of your hands. And then you thought for a second.. then realised that you might meet the other critters. "I should probably get started.. since it's 5:26 am.." you got up from your chair and started to walk to where the smiling critters are sleeping. You felt kinda nervous tho, you don't like disturbing people from their sleep. At their room of where they sleep, you noticed below the door that the lights are turned on. You knocked on the door 3 times but no answers, strange you knock again but 6 times, yet no answers.. you open the door a little and take a peek, then.. someone pulled you in to make and it made you caught off guard. "Oof!" You landed on the floor and immediately got up. "Holy mother of cookies from heaven. I almost got a heart attack." You look up, and saw all of the smiling critters except for catnap. Dogday was in front. "Angel?" "Okay, why on earth did you pull me and almost give me a heart attack?" The other smiling critters chuckles and laughs a little. "S-sorry angel.. we thought you were some sort of a bad guy.." You sighed looking up at him. "You did hear me knocking 3 to 6 times, right? You know what, never mind.. come on now all of you.. I have to give each of you all a bath.." Dogday flinched and started to back away. "U-um dogday?" The craftycorn was confused seeing dogday backing away. "Hm? What's wrong dogday?" "I... I don't like baths..." Dogday claims himself scared of baths. And kickin chickin starts to laughs. "Don't be such a coward, dogday! It ain't gonna be that bad!" As kickin keeps laughing bobby bearhug pinched kickin. "Ow! Ow! BB! Stop!" "Stop being such a bully to dogday, kickin." You sighed and went over to dogday. "Dogday, what's wrong? You can tell me, and I'll try a way to make you feel less scared." Dogday thought about it for a moment. Before dogday was the one who was going to speak, picky piggy was the one who speaks first. "It's probably because of how the other employees bathe us..." She said, you tilted my head from confused as bubba bubbaphant came in front to tell the other details. "Well, they put us in a cage... And just spray water on us like were some kind of a... Animal..." (*LE GASP* HOW DARE THEY>:0)

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After knowing and understanding the situation, I sighed and walked over to hoppy. "Do you have a pillow that I can borrow?" Hoppy was confused but she gave you a pillow, you took the pillow and shoved it to your face and screamed in anger making the other smiling critters confused.. you were done screaming your anger out and gave back the pillow. "Ahem. I'm fine, I'm not mad at your situation. I am mad at those employees for treating you all like some animals.." the smiling critters were surprised about that including dogday. "You guys deserved better than being an animal in a cage... I can even relate how that feels..." Craftycorn then asked. "What do you mean... By that?" You stayed quiet... Staring at the floor... "It's... Nothing... We should probably get you all some baths before the playcare opens..." The smiling critters can feel that something is wrong but they didn't want to ask and just nodded. (Time skips in the bathroom) At the bathroom you told the smiling critters to take off their pendants and put them somewhere, and you also told them that dogday will be last. The smiling critters understand and follow your orders. During giving a bath from each smiling critter you ask them how their day was, it was awkward at first but they eventually told you. There laughing and chuckling curing gave them each a bath, it took 20 minutes or more. After the others are down with baths and drying, dogday was the last. He took a peek at the door, while you were busy getting the giant tub ready for him. He was hesitant but what he had heard from the others, by saying she's kind,caring, and loving it made him feel confident to trust you. "Dogday! You can come in now." Dogday slowly walked in and sat in the tub. You started to spray water on him it took 3 minutes to get him wet. (Just like my dog) you then put vanilla shampoo on him and started to scrub with a big brush. "So, dogday.. since we have known each other for a week now, tell me... How was your day." "It.. was fun.. you get to play with children seeing them laugh together and chasing each other and seeing them enjoy themselves." I smiled giving him a scratch on his head. "You're such a good boy, dogday. You really are." Dogday's tail wags happily. After 30 minutes of laughter and giving a bath to dogday, it's finally time to dry him up with a blow dryer. "You're such a good boy, dogday! You look more handsome and cute!" Dogday blushes slightly and wags his tail. "Thank you, angel."

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After getting all the smiling critters except for catnap a bath. It was time for the playcare to open up. But, you have been thinking... Where is catnap?

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PART 3?

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Note from Author: Well... In part 3 I might put the dark backstory of Y/N, for fun of course. But also, if your wondering Is dogday in this story a human version of him or is dogday in this story is in his original version? It depends on you and your imagination. And also! I recommend seeing @sinnersweets Stories! They are very heart beating Stories (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Well, see you in part 3! Toodles my Little Lego star devils! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

(This is kinda short..)

[simsor-talks]

Ok so I'm a huge Ford stan (haha get it, because his na--) and I love this little meow meow and I love to see all the content that everyone is cooking after The Book of Bill. However.

I'm Not a big Billford fan 😭 and I'm not making this post to say I hate the Billford content on my dash. I'm making this post to say that I love all the Billford content on my dash. And now there are a few other things that I've been thinking about: a) I'm actually a Fiddauthor shipper, b) I'm practicing my improvising/storytelling skills, c) I like the Billford content even though I don't ship it, d) I love me some good angst. I don't know how much sense it makes but it's not supposed to be a serious post anyway. So here's what I've been thinking:

Chronologically, Fiddleford and Stanford met at Backupsmore and became friends, (and they were roommates :0), right. Fidds gives massive bi/pan energy and we all agree that Ford is gay (though i headcannon him as aroace when in different context. He's cool either way), but given that Ford is an oblivious mf, he never realised that Fidds had a thing for him. Fidds on the other hand was fully aware the feeling wasn't reciprocated so he never made any move. Then they parted ways, Ford went to Gravity Falls, and Fidds kinda got over his crush and started his business and a family. But then Ford called him and guess what. He didn't get over his crush. While they worked together, Ford kinda-sorta started reciprocating? But then Bill happened. And he happened big, making Ford practically fall for him (let's be honest, by manipulating and using him but still), to a point where Ford wouldn't do anything without him. And Fidds obviously got jealous af, because Ford kept praising Bill and calling him his assistant and his muse, but he didn't say anything because he trusted Ford and that he knows what he's doing. I honestly think it was a Sam/Frodo +Gollum kinda thing? Where Bill started telling Ford that nobody really is trustworthy, and especially not Fidds, for working so closely to the project. But still they tested it, and the incident happened, Fidds fell into the portal and well. He decided to quit working on it, to forget everything about it, and we know what happened to him next. Ford then realized, that what Bill wants is dangerous, and that he's been lying to him and using him and he shuts down the portal, stops sleeping and then the Stan situation happened and this time he fell into the portal. Welp. Now, he's been travelling through the dimensions for 30 years, ofc he had time to think about his whole life a bit. I mean not that he'd admit to doing something wrong, but maybe he realized some things, maybe got to know his feelings a bit closer, you know. I mean, Bill was Going Through it in the meantime, actually mourning after the divorce, and alright, billford is canon, but Bill is still a little bitch and he's still a literal demon and he fucking ruined everyone's lives. Literally. Then Stan got Ford back, they lived their domestic fluff for a while (I mean Ford was sitting in the basement all the time but anyway) and he definitely heard that Fiddleford is still there somewhere. And honestly I think he was too scared to talk to him earlier, and maybe also too proud, because he would have to admit to being wrong lol. But I think after the Weirdmageddon, after defeating Ford's evil ex and after getting Stan's memories back, Ford and Fidds did some catching up, definitely explained some stuff and then there was old men yuri and they lived happily ever after, even with Ford on a boat with Stan in the middle of nowhere

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, these characters are constantly consuming my brain

Read it if you want basically the summary of Ford's backstory 😭

[suzukiblu]

I just wanted to say, yesterday I sat down and binge-read all your Timkon fics, as well as most of the WIPS, and I BADLY want to write some now. I've never really written Tim, tho, since I'm more used to writing Jason. Do you have any tips, or bits of Tim and Kon characterization you consider especially important? (The WIP I've made on my head, if it helps, is (Daemon AU) comics!Tim ends up on Young Justice!Cartoon universe, and he's very, very weirded out by how different Kon is to Conner, and very pissed off that this Conner gets a Daemon while his Kon doesn't have one.)

tbh it kinda depends on where you're trying to go with the fic idea, I'd say? Also why Conner DOES have a daemon and Kon doesn't, probably. Also-also, does Conner even actually have a daemon or is Tim just confused about Wolf or something.

Generally speaking, though, the thesis of Tim is that he is a ride-or-die guy who really fucking COMMITS when he makes a decision. Sure, he'll stalk Batman. Sure, he'll introduce himself to Nightwing and tell him he knows his secret identity. Sure, he'll put on the suit Jason died in to go save Batman and Nightwing from their own stupid selves. Sure, he'll be Batman's emotional support sidekick and lead Young Justice and the Teen Titans and try to clone his dead best friend and run around the planet solo to save Bruce from the timestream. Why not! SOMEBODY'S gotta do it!!

"Somebody's gotta do it" is a lot of Tim's motivation, from what I can tell, haha. He also comparmentalizes really well, is a very talented and skilled detective as his defining Robin skill, uses a bo staff as his signature weapon after convincing Lady Shiva to train him and was the dude who was smart enough to add pants to the Robin suit, and one of his more iconic lines is I think Cassie going, "you lied to Starfire?" and him answering, "I lie to Batman". Which he does. Frequently. Frequently and a LOT-ly. To be fair, Bruce is also a fucking liar, so he deserves it. Tim, however, actually has friends he will ADMIT are his friends without having to be waterboarded into it during an active apocalypse-level crisis.

The boy has no chill. He DISGUISES his lack of chill, but it is fucking nonexistent and the ONLY reason he looks "reasonable" is because his besties are the teen idol superclone with limited life experience and Stephanie "welp my dad's gone supervillain so I'm gonna go kick him in the dick with my intermediate gymnastics" Brown. And then there's Cassie "I'm just gonna ask Zeus for superpowers, natch" Sandsmark.

Also Bart. Also Bart is a thing. Bart is SO MUCH a thing.

So yeah, Tim is a full-stop no-holds-barred insane person, he's just also a better liar than any of his friends. Like so, so much better. AT LEAST THEY HAVE SUPERPOWERS, TIM. AT LEAST THEY'VE GOT THAT. He figured out Bruce's secret identity at NINE 'cuz he went to the circus as a toddler and Dick Grayson's flips were just that sick, and then just didn't tell anybody for FOUR FUCKING YEARS. Four fucking YEARS!! ACTUAL FUCKING YEARS. He just didn't think it was relevant, I guess?!!? So instead he just stalked them with his camera and took cool pics. So many pics. So, so many pics. And he skateboards.

Also he and Kon fucking could NOT stand each other at first because Kon was used to being a solo act and didn't want to answer to anyone else and Tim lacked the ability to convince him to listen to him and they just had VERY different personalities and priorities, and also for a little while in there Match was fucking shit up by pretending to BE Kon, and frankly it's a fucking miracle Tim and Kon didn't kill each other before they ever got to be Titans together, the way they totally failed to get along for the first YJ run.

Seriously, I think they actually had a literal fucking fistfight on Apokolips once, I think that ACTUALLY happened. In the middle of a literal WAR that happened. Tim. Tim, you KNOW better, buddy.

[skeefee-sky]

Let's try and move on from the Virgil-focused sims posts, shall we xD Haha, here's what's happening with the rest of the fam; :D

I got Alan aged up :D They went on vacation to celebrate, as you do-! Haha.

After they got home, I got bored and downloaded a height slider mod. So, after I booted up the game again-... Their icons had me giggling for five minutes after I got out of CAS, oml- x'D I'm giggling again after documenting this haha! (I've edited them the slightest since I got these images, just to make their heights a little bit more accurate >w<)

I forgot when you age-up teens to adults, they graduate! Alan was apparently the highest achieving student in class so, he got to give a Valedictorian Speech c: Lookit his proud older brothers!! (dunno where Virgil wandered off to x'D)

(I haven't played through High School Years enough - the entire graduation ceremony is actually so cute, oml ;w;)

The young'uns went to the beach one day while Scott and John were at work and-.... oh no... welp, guess Gordon's a mermaid now. (with a cc orca tail, heehee >w<)

They got a doggo!! Meet Buster; the goodest boi! (don't worry; there usually is always at least one of them home to take care of him c:)

Some career stuff~: -*Scott did finally get promoted enough that he is actually a pilot now. No more of that 'airline employee' or 'travel assistant' stuff x'D He can go nyoom in planes :3 -*John has a work rival. Things are going, great for him... >w< (I made him socially awkward and clumsy so, you can imagine how that's going- lol) -*While working in the Aquarist career, Gordon has a developed a hatred against seafood so... anything the others make with fish in it, he gets icky after eating it >w< -*Alan's not yet reached astronaut level. He's two-weeks out of aging up so, he has to suffer through being a Food Service Cashier first x'D -*Virgil's still living life being a stay-at-home painter in his studio. He's started selling some of the wood sculptures he makes too c:

And... that's actually about it x'D Not much else has happened. Maybe I need to make them go do something spontaneous haha

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Logash oneshot

“Sleepover shopping!” Aiden exclaimed happily as he zoomed around on a shopping cart, Taylor in it. 

“We’ll get the snacks!” Taylor shouted. 

“Aiden!!” Tyler yelled angrily, chasing after them. “Be careful!”

Ashlyn, Ben, and Logan were left standing there as they watched the other 3 all rush off. 

“Um..” Logan says. “Shouldn’t one of us maybe.. go.. get them..?”

They all exchange a look before Ben sighs softly and goes off to supervise them. 

“Welp..” Ashlyn says, sticking her hands in her pockets. “I guess we’ll be in charge of medical supplies? In case Tyler and Aiden get into another fight.”

“Haha, ya, that would probably be smart.”

The two of them went over to the medical aisles, scanning through the different medications. 

“Those guys are always so rowdy..” Logan says as he grabs a bottle of ibuprofen. “It’s kind of overwhelming..”

“Tell me about it.”

“You know how it feels? Being overwhelmed?”

“Of course I do,” she said, giving him a ‘well duh’ look. 

“Like everything has gone dark and the darkness etches towards you and you begin to only hear static..”

“Well..” she grabs a first aid kit. “Not quite like that. More like everything is fuzzy and blurry and there’s more of a ringing noise than a static one.”

The two go silent for a moment before smiling at one another. 

“Never met someone who understood so well,” Logan says with an awkward, crooked grin. 

“Um.. ya..”

Ashlyn had always felt different from others. She acted differently and responded in ways that people didn’t like. In short, she’d never been able to properly connect with someone. Maybe that’s one of the reasons she refuses to have friends.

“Like.. I like Aiden and all..” Logan says. “But he can get so loud, yknow?”

“Tell me about it.” She pauses before turning to him. “Yknow. If you end up getting overwhelmed around the others, just come to me. We can go to another room and enjoy the quiet together.”

Logan gives her a grateful smile. “Thank you, Ashlyn.. I actually think I would really like that.”

He gave her his classic puppy-dog-smile. The kind where his eyes get all big and shiny and he just looks up at you with the biggest, sweetest smile ever. The kind that made her soft spot for Logan even more apparent because he’s so sweet and she loves dogs. 

She pat his head, which caught him off guard a little. 

“Hey, yknow. You and I never hang out all that much. Whadya say we practice our shooting aim together?”

Logan perks up a little at this. Logan wasn’t good at many things. School had always been it.. So him being a good aimed sniper always made him happy and proud. And Ashlyn knew this, which is why she recommended the idea. 

“I’d like that, Ashlyn. I really, really would..”

The two nudged shoulders before Ashlyn’s phone began ringing. 

“Hello?” she answered. 

“Please come to aisle 7,” said Tyler. “Aiden crashed the cart into the soup cans.”

“Are you fucking-?! Ugh.. all right.. we’ll be there in a minute..”

When she hangs up, her and Logan look at one another.

“Ready to deal with their loud asses?” Ashlyn asks. 

“Haha.. hopefully!”

Ashlyn thinks for a moment before reaching into her pocket up pulling out an unopened bag of earplugs. 

“Never go anywhere without several of these. Here.”

“Oh.. thanks..!”

“No problems. I know how it feels to get.. overwhelmed from loud noises.” She smiled at him, which made Logan feel like the luckiest person in the world because Ashlyn never smiles. “I wouldn’t want someone suffering through the same thing..”

He stared at her with big eyes before quietly saying, “Can I hug you?”

“Oh..! Um.. A side hug.”

He nods and wraps an arm around her shoulder, leaning in her. Ashlyn feels a little awkward at first, but eventually leans into him as well. 

“Now cmon,” she says. “Let’s go take care of our dumbasses.”

Logan puts the earplugs in and nods. “Right.”

[dontaskwhybutarsonsoundsokay]

Mine || Ghost

Dew X reader || 18 +

Contains: light bondage, light degradation, fluff

Sodo slams the guitar into your hands at the end of the show, his hand bloody. You look down at the guitar and notice the smeared blood all over the body of its once white surface. You look back up and Sodo is already out of the corridor. “Huh” you say to yourself, not too concerned for the Ghoul, “it was bound to happen eventually.” you laugh to yourself, you knew how he treated his guitar, the fact that it took this long is what took you by surprise. But you’re not being paid to laugh at the ghouls' maliciousness towards his instruments, you are being paid to take care of them.

As you walk over to the road case, and look at the row of guitars before putting the bloody guitar into the case, and strapping it in. You close up the case, and clean up your work area, putting away the unused picks and the still packaged strings away. You turn around and get one last look at the arena, before grabbing your water bottle, and heading to the buses.

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The buses are loud, as everyone packs into their respective bus. You climb in and sit down on the couch next to your friends, Alex and Ryan. Alex and Ryan are both techs as well, Alex being the stage left guitar tech, and Ryan being the drum tech. You all sit and talk about how the day went. Apparently, Swiss got a little annoyed because they received the wrong gauge strings, but you shrug. “It happens,” you say, “Some shit just isn't in our control.” you take a sip of your water.

The bus jerks lightly, and you feel the bus starting to move. You stand up “welp, i'm calling it a night guys” you say. They look upset that you are not staying up with them. “I’ll see y’all in the a.m.” you smile and shoot finger guns to them both, they laugh and you go down the hall to your bunk before crawling into the bed.

You close the curtain and you roll over to your side. Plugging in your phone, the light shines brightly in your eyes, wincing in response before turning your phone off. You stare at the ceiling above, until you slowly fall asleep to the rocking and shaking of the bus.

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[5 am]

You wake up to the sound of your alarm. You stretch as you climb down from your bunk. The sun is shining from the windows of the bus. You go and sit down on the couch, “morning' guys” you say, giving your friends a sleepy smile. They look up and Ryan says, “well, well, well. Good Morning sleepy head” he laughs lightly.

“Haha very funny” you give your friend the finger, and he looks at you offended.

“That's not very nice!” he says, messing up your hair. He always does this, He has every morning for the past month, and he will probably continue until the end of tour. That is if the ministry doesn’t offer him the spot in the clergy, like they have with you and Alex. You feel as the bus slows to a stop, you’ve made it to the next venue. You and the rest of the crew get off their buses, and load in starts, you walk into the venue, and push your road case over to where you will be working for the next few hours.

Opening up the road case and propping up the lid to create make-shift walls, you’ll be lucky if you get through the morning uninterrupted. You look at the guitars, and grab the bloody one from last night. The blood has dried down to an almost brown color. You take a cloth, wet it, wring it out, and start wiping at the blood.

“Knock knock” says a familiar voice. You felt his presence, thinking to yourself “of course.”

“Hi, Sodo,” you continue working, trying to avoid the normal small talk the ghoul tries to have with you. “Shouldn’t you be in bed still? Its awfully early.”

The ghoul is grinning, he grabs your shoulders and swings around next to your face “awhh, you memorized my schedule. Although its a little weird that you know when I wake up” a giggle escapes the ghouls mouth. “I just thought I’d check in on ya” the ghoul sounds happy, which isn’t how he normally behaves. You think back on previous ‘morning’ conversations, where he is normally very serious, or tired, or angry, never happy. So this seems strange to you.

“Well someone is in a good mood” you laugh, shaking your head before returning back to work. He steps back and watches as you work skillfully on his guitars. The idea of his eyes watching your every move sends a shiver down your spine.

Sodo dances lightly on his feet “Just in a good mood today,” the ghoul says, his hand on your shoulder “are you okay y/n?” He sounds genuinely concerned about you. “I don’t need a sick guitar tech” he whispers lightly in your ear, he knew what he was doing, and he knows you remember what happened last time his whispered in your ear that way. You freeze, suddenly forgetting what you were doing entirely. You feel as though you have entered a trance.

“Y-yes, I’m fine,” you mumble lightly. He gets closer to you, nibbling at your ear.

“What was that dear?” his voice quiet, he runs his hand over your arm lightly. You remember the last time he touched you that way. Except the last time was after a show, not before, he was never like this before a show. If anything, he was more angry before a show, the coffee hadn’t “kicked in” yet. The thought of what he would be like before a show…. Is terrifying. He’s already rough, and you fear how rough he would be now.

“I said I’m fine, and I would appreciate it if I could get back to my work now.” Your voice is firm. Sodo looked at you, and smirked. He continues to rub your arm, this time more aggressive than before. You feel his stare narrow in on you, you know you won’t be able to escape anymore. You had your chance, and you lost it. “You know, I’m pretty tired of your attitude today…” he exhales softly in your ear before growling, “and you are going to lose it.”

You hold your breath for a second. You knew what this meant, “At least let me finish restringing your guitars first.” you say shyly, “We can at lunch, just not right now.” You look over at him, his face is plastered with a smirk, as he nods his head in approval. You swallow the words that are stirring in your mouth.

“Thank you,” And with that, Sodo turns on his heels and walks away, probably back to the buses. You are scared that the rest of the crew will find out, and what makes it worse is that Sodo doesn't care if the rest of the crew knows. At least, now that he is gone you can focus on working now.

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As you finish up work and have cleaned up your area, you walk over to catering. Your stomach rumbles as you look at today's selections. You grab a plate and stuff as much food as it can hold onto it, before looking for the two familiar faces waving at you from one of the tables. You smile before heading over to Alex and Ryan taking a seat and starting to eat your meal.

As you three are talking about your day so far, both Alex and Ryan get quiet, and they are never quiet. You realize what this meant, you look over your shoulder and see Sodo standing behind you. “Uh, I’m going to go guys” you say quickly, before standing up and walking away quickly, Sodo swiftly following.

Once you guys are far enough from catering he growls “are you that scared they’ll find out?” He stops in front of you. "are you embarrassed of me?" he steps closer, "because I will make it very clear to you, that you are mine" his voice is hissing at you. He grabs your hand and leads you to a bathroom.

The door shuts and you see as Sodo leans himself against the door. “You can't be too loud now, or else they’ll hear us,” he says. The idea of people hearing Sodo ravaging your body makes you shiver. “And I know you can't keep quiet” he walks up to you, and pushes lightly on your shoulder, causing you to step back. He grabs an old tie, and asks you to bite down on it. You do as you’re told because you know what can happen otherwise. He looks at you, proud of his work. He paces around the bathroom, thinking to himself before he whips around “what if I invite the other ghouls hm? What would they think of you being a little slut for me? Hm?” he says quickly. Your face gets hit with a wave of heat. And he steps closer to you, grabbing your crotch lightly. “Imagine their reaction to that.” he laughs softly.

You can’t help but tense up when he grabs you. Your thighs squeeze together and he smirks. He doesn’t even need to speak as you know what he’s thinking. You look down, and he raises your chin, “I never said you could do that sweetie.” His words are sweet, you feel as his hands work their way into your pants, removing them slowly. He giggles to himself “Oh I have been WAITING” his voice getting louder, you whine afraid someone is going to walk in. “awh dont be shy dear, no one will question who you belong to when im done with you,” he smiles, and it sends a chill down your spine. “Now kneel hun,” the ghoul says as he pushes down on your shoulder lightly. The tile is hard against your knees, he takes the tie out of your mouth, and unzips his pants. His erection falls in front of you.

Your eyes meet his, and he nods, “go on dear,” he says.

You take his erection into your mouth sucking lightly, his hips slowly rutting into your mouth deeper. He moans lightly. “This feels amazing” he says between breaths. His ruts turn into aggressive thrusts. Small strings of drool fall to the floor, he really is enjoying himself.

“You’re such a good slut” he moans out. He becomes more and more aggressive as time passes. Until he stops, pulls his cock from your mouth and you watch as strings of cum burst out of him. All over your shirt, when he’s finished, he looks at you, “whoops” he smiles and walks over to the paper towel dispenser. He swipes his hand under it a few times before giving up and stomping “its not a no touch! Stupid venues,” he kicks the wall.

You stand up, pulling up your pants. Grabbing some paper towels trying to clean your shirt. Sodo gives you a kiss on the cheek “you look so much better now” he says with a smile.

You look at him, “mhm” you say, “so much better.” you roll your eyes and Sodo giggles to himself.

“Anyway, I need to practice now” he says with a smile, before turning around and leaving the bathroom. You leave after him, and head to the bus to change shirts. Tonight is going to be a long one.

[schro4444]

About the Kaito keeping his secret ID through Refuge In Audacity do you think Conan stuck with his first guess that KID was younger than 20 or later dismissed it as KID wearing a mask? (Ik this isn't relevant to the kuroba sitcom but I had Ditto in the brain haha)

I personally hc that he logicked it away as "he can't be THAT young, learning all those skills he has would take time" and then Kaito TOLD HIM his mom was Phantom Lady who did crazy gymnastics so she couldn't have been very old and dissappeared a scant 20 years ago and Conan went "welp"

Ik that Hakuba figured KID's age through DNA and then compared to highschool databases across the country, but first that's not how DNA tests work, the length that tells how old someone is changes from person to person, and second, I'm not familiar w Japanese laws regarding privacy and DNA databases but I'm fairly sure that what Hakuba did was like. Super illegal. Probably why Hakuba hauled ass back to London after that case actually, I bet he only got away with it bc nepotism (IT'S SURE ILLEGAL IN THE UK)

I still rlly want to know if Hakuba sat KID down w an optometrist board and an IQ test though, HOW did he get that data. Like I bet Toichi and Chikage never even got Kaito tested bc they thought it funnier to keep people guessing just HOW smart he was, plus Kaito wanted to share class with Aoko and Nakamori wanted her to be in a class where she could make friends her age, and that was the end of the topic

(oh man this ended up long, MY BAD)

first of all, omg im honored, tysm for reading ditto :D <3

GREAT QUESTION I think conan kept it in mind, but became less sure of himself over time. conan/shinichi has a pretty skewed idea of what kids are capable of doing, and I think he knows this about himself, so it’s reasonable for him to think “...nah, it would be insane if a high schooler was doing all this… right?” and if he was basing his original age guess off of what he could see of kid’s face and body shape, well, he learned very quickly that kid can change any of those traits at any time. who’s to say that kid wasn’t wearing makeup/a mask/anything else that might change his silhouette? …left to his own devices for long enough, conan can become a victim of his own overthinking, lol.

aaaand then kaito dropped the Phantom Lady tidbit. that, if anything, seemed to me like a peace offering of some kind? possibly meant to even the playing field between them? as always, it’s hard to tell what shinichi and kaito actually Know in canon, though I’m of course personally a fan of them knowing the least amount of information possible while still being as intelligent as we know they are. because shenanigans >:D

if we want to have fun with it ;) , I think the phantom lady reveal only narrows down kid’s age to,,,,, younger than 30? ish? it mostly gives conan an upper limit, since he doesn’t know whether kid was born before or after her retirement, and she easily could’ve retired in her early 30s. what it Does confirm is that this kid isn’t the original one, but that only narrows his identity down to “probably a protege of kid #1.” from there, the biggest bit of provable evidence against kaito is that his father died right when the original kid disappeared, but that’s still a pretty big logic leap to make when you aren’t around kaito all the time (like hakuba is). and toichi had students, too! who knows who else he taught besides yukiko and sharon? who is more likely to be kaitou kid: an undercover protege of toichi’s, or his teenage son who has an alibi for multiple heists?

best I can tell from some brief research, in Japan, DNA collection isn’t regulated for law enforcement, but hakuba isn’t law enforcement, he’s a consultant at best. I think other DNA tests for ppl age 16+ require consent of the person, and 16 or younger require the consent of a parent. hakuba has NEITHER. hakuba was saved from being a juvenile criminal by nepotism and the fact that nakamori laughed in his face instead of charging him with obstruction of justice or something. and yeah, that’s Absolutely Not How DNA Tests Work adjfksjdj

FR THO!! now I’m imagining hakuba chasing kid through a museum yelling “WHAT NUMBER LOGICALLY FOLLOWS THE SERIES ACCORDING TO THE GIVEN PATTERN” while kid answers with, like, extremely confused perfect accuracy. “400 iq” honestly sounds more like something hakuba made up to explain the fact that kid could answer the iq test questions while rappelling down a skyscraper lol. and I totally agree, kaito’s probably never been officially tested—it’s important for kids to be with their peers, especially when you’re already likely to have child prodigy syndrome. also because kaito and aoko get along so well, they would run the risk of never making other friends (cough shinichi cough). plus, the kurobas probably like to avoid official records as much as possible, and scoring even in the 160+ range would gather attention that their family of internationally-wanted criminals does Not need

[deeptrashwitch]

Left Behind

Jackson: Finally we're back, damnit *sighing relieved*

Aelan ( @islandtarochips OC): That reunion seriously was long...and so tedious

Luke: Hey guys, you're back! *arriving* seems it all went good

Tiala ( @islandtarochips OC): Sorry we couldn't go, Wraith needed the second in command

Aelan: Was is worth it?

Tiala: Haha no. It was boring

Luke: I have to admit that I was near of spacing out *shrugs* I give to Alicia and Kanoa that they have a great patience for this

Tiala: Ah, speaking of! Where's my brother and Licia? I don't see them

Aelan/Jackson: *frozen* ... *share a look* Oh crap

Luke: What is it?

Aelan/Jackson: WE LEFT THE CAPTAINS BEHIND!

Luke: ...Shit

Tiala: I'll go get Wraith *sighs* this will be a disaster

Luke: Welp, I'll be satisfied if they come back complete

*meanwhile with Kanoa and Alicia*

Alicia: Well...we have almost no battery on the phones and only our wallets *sighs* there's a bungee jump point near here with a good restaurant

Kanoa ( @islandtarochips OC): I like how you think *smirking* you pay for the jump and I pay for the food?

Alicia: It's fair, just don't scream so bad when you jump *jokes*

Kanoa: Nuh-uh, I can say that to you *laughing*

Alicia: ...

Kanoa: ...

Alicia/Kanoa: *smirking* THE QUICKEST GETS THE FIRST JUMP! *sprinting*

[tea-plantz]

hello! could i request an amity x fem!reader where amity doesn’t get that much time to see reader at school, so she dedicates a weekend for dates and cuddles? tysm have a great day/night!!

Yesss Amity our fav lesbian! I absolutely love getting such sweet requests, and I’m so glad you asked. I wrote this as a straight up fluffshot and it turned out so cute! I’m in love fr

I wasn’t sure whether you wanted s1 Amity or s2/3, therefore I went ahead and picked out my personal cotton candy haired fav, hope that’s fine by you!

She/her for Amity

She/her for reader

-Amity Blight x fem!reader cuddle date-

Amity’s POV:

Ugh this is so annoying! Why does the teacher go on and on about this subject, and why does he talk so slow?! I don’t really know why I bother paying attention anyway, I mean I already know about this stuff because my mom made me study it last year, and it wasn’t even that interesting! Speaking of my mom, she’s been putting a lot of pressure on me lately. Ever since I became my own individual, colored my hair, started hanging out with the people I wanna hang out with, and most importantly: stopped being afraid of her, she’s been more controlling than ever! Mom expects me to put up with all these extra classes and discipline, but I won’t let her get to me. I just wish I could focus on something other than school once in a while… Or someone.

Y/n… I wonder what she’s doing right now.. probably just some boring class as well, haha. I really miss spending quality time with her though, that would be the perfect stress reliever… wait a minute, that’s it! We should do a sleepover! Yes! It’s the perfect thing, and mom won’t be able to bother us either since she’s gone for a couple of days. Welp that settles it! Me and my girl’s gonna spend the entire weekend together, and I’ll show Y/n that I’m an awesome girlfriend. I giggled quietly to myself at the back of the class, imagining what a wonderful end of the week it was going to be, while waiting for that darn bell to scream.

—————————————————————————— Your POV:

I was walking around campus while humming to myself, making my way to my next class. What was it again? Oh right! Beastkeeping! Today, we’re gonna learn how to tame a wild ratworm, how exciting! As I was walking, I suddenly heard someone shouting my name.

“Y/nnnn!!”

Huh? Who could that be? I turned around to find whoever was trying to get my attention. What I saw made me cackle a bit. Amity was running towards me at full speed, before stopping and bending down, hands on her knees while breathing heavily. After she caught her breath she shot up with a wide smile across her face. Such a cutie pie.

“Y/n! I’m so happy I found you!” She said while tucking her hair back behind her ears.

“Hi Amity! Glad to see you too! Now, what’s the rush about?”

“Oh! Well, I’ve been thinking aaand we should maybe I don’t know, do a sleepover this weekend?” Amity said looking a bit nervous, while bouncing on her toes.

“Yes, that’s a great idea! But, don’t you have schoolwork to catch up on? I mean we’ve barely seen each other all week due to your packed schedule.” I answered with a sad expression. I just miss seeing my sweet girl, but I haven’t been able to spend time with her all week, because her mom’s been signing her up for extra classes all over Hexside! Honestly, I feel really bad for her, it must be overwhelming.

“Yeah, I have been focusing an awful lot on my studies haven’t I, haha.. But not anymore! I’m gonna have a talk with my mother, and this time I won’t back down. Plus, she isn’t even going to be home this weekend, because she has an important business conference to attend to, so she won’t be able to bother us! Oh! Maybe we can have a Good with Azura marathon, and perhaps, y’know.. cuddle or something..?”

Amity’s whole face was practically burning up when she asked about that last part (insert tomato Amity) as a nervous smile spread across her face. I could feel my heart flutter as I looked at her with a small blush myself.

“Oh Amity! Of course I wanna spend the weekend with you! It’ll be amazing, gah I can’t wait! *gasp* but I’m running really late right now, see you later, hun!” I practically yelled as I blew her a kiss and ran away.

Amity’s POV:

She said yes! Aaah I’m so excited! Oh my Titan, I have to get home and get everything ready! I’ve gotta make sure that everything is absolutely perfect!

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Your POV:

Whoof that was a seriously chaotic class. One student even almost got eaten by a ratworm, but alas me and Viney got it under control, thankfully. Oh that’s right! I have a date with Amity now! Is it even a date? Is it okey for me to consider it one..? Meh, it’s probably fine, like come, on we’re dating anyway!

~time skip to Amity’s house~

*ding dong*

I stood there waiting for one of the Blights to open the door as I placed my hands behind my back. Suddenly, the door swung open as Edric and Emira leaned on the doorframe, smirking as always.

“Y/n! Hi girl, how’s it hanging?” Emira said as she gave me an high five.

“Hi Emira! Lovely seeing you both, and I’m doing fine.” I replied with a closed eye smile.

“Hey mittens! Your girlfriend is here!” Edric shouted as he playfully winked at me.

Moments later we all heard the pitter patter of footsteps running down the stairs, before Amity herself appeared in the doorway with a tomato face.

“Edric! I told you to stop being embarrassing in front of-“

“In front of Y/n? Yeah I know, and I guess pet names are reserved only for your special girl here.” Edric said with a smug look as he and Emira leaned on a grumpy looking Amity who was busy hiding her face in her hands, which was practically burning up at this point.

“I hate you guys” she said with a sour tone.

“Love you too, Mittens!” The twins shouted in sync before walking away, laughing.

“Ugh, I swear those two do irritate me on purpose. Anyhow, Y/n hi! I’m so glad you could make it!” Amity said as she gave me a hug.

“I’m glad I could make it too, sweetie! Now, are ya ready for some Good witch Azura!?”

“Haha yeah I am, come on let’s go”

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Amity’s POV:

Me and Y/n went up to my room which I had personally prepared with a bunch of blankets, snacks and pillows. As we entered I could hear Y/n let out a small gasp before turning to me with that adorable smile.

“You did all this? Wow! You’re just the best, Amity! This is gonna be so much fun!”

She’s just the cutest sometimes.

“Heh yeah! Now sit down N/n while I pop the disk in” (I’m not really sure how TVs and stuff work on the Boiling Isles, but let’s just pretend they work like on earth for the sake of the story)

I grabbed the remote before sitting down beside my girlfriend, who quickly cuddled up to me. I could feel my body stiffening up as she wrapped her arms around my waist. Carefully, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder before looking down at her, but to my surprise she was already up looking at me with that expression.

“W-what?” I asked.

“You’re blushiiiing” she said in a singing voice while leaning closer to my face.

“I- uh, no?” I said even though it sounded more like a question than an answer.

“Let’s just watch the movie” I finished, looking away feeling embarrassed.

“Sure, what ever you say mittensss”

“Stop it”

——————————————————————————

It’s been a couple of hours and we we’re currently on the third movie. I could feel my eyes starting to become heavy as I struggled a bit to stay awake. Then I suddenly heard a gentle snore coming from Y/n. Huh? My eyes wandered over to the h/c girl peacefully snoring away in my lap. Awww she fell asleep, and she looks absolutely adorable! I could feel my cheeks heat up as I carefully bent down, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then, I slowly lifted her a bit, being careful not to hurt her, before laying down beside her. Wow, she truly is beautiful I thought to myself as I rested by her side, taking my time studying her face. I’m so lucky to have someone like her in my life, I said in my mind while hugging her close to me.

“I love you, Y/n” I whispered before closing my eyes and drifting of, excited to spend the rest of the weekend with the best girl in the whole wide world.

This one took FOREVER to finish! Why the hell did I decide to make it so long?! Anyhow, I truly hope you guys enjoyed!

[vorish-wonderland]

Could you please write Leona with some fearplay? Maybe mc wakes him up from a nap and he decides that eating them would be a good punishment?

Includes: soft/safe vore, fearplay, mean-ish pred

★✦Let Sleeping Lions Rest✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

You tripped over something as you were walking.

You looked back to see what it was, and-

...

Oh no.

You just tripped over Leona.

It's fine! It should be fine! Just... just as long as he... doesn't wake up...

Everything... should be... ok.

Just as long as he doesn't wake up.

You stared down at Leona, trying your hardest not to move.

...it seems like he's still asleep. Oh thank goodness...

However, just as you were about to walk away, you felt someone grab your ankle.

Aw, dammit.

"...heeyyyyyyyyyy... Leona." You nervously said. "Um... having a nice.......... nap...?"

"I was. Until you woke me up." Leona grumbled.

"Ahaha, yeah..... m-my bad." You nervously smiled. "I'll... uh, I'll be going now...!"

"No, you won't."

"What-?"

He yanked you to the ground, and then... uh oh. Oh no. Oh no no no. He just put your feet in his mouth oh no oh no no oh no...

"Ahaha, Leona, um... w-what are you doing...?" You nervously asked. "Can you l-let me go...? Maybe... ah, maybe don't try to eat me...?"

He swallowed.

"HAHA um, uh, hey, h-hey, Leona, you really don't have to do this!!" You frantically yelled.

Again, again, again, wow he is doing this surprisingly fast, even though you're about the same size as him...

"Leona! Leona stop, I'll do whatever you wa-!"

Welp, there goes your head.

Ohhhhhh no.......

"There we go. Have fun in there."

"W-WAIT, WHAT?" You yelled out in surprise and confusion.

And just like that, Leona went back to sleep.

You were kinda fearing for your life the whole time, because... you know, where you are right now.

"Oh hey. You're still alive in there?" Leona semi-jokingly asked.

"Y-yeah, um, I am...!" You said. "So...... a-are you going to... um... let me out now...?"

"Nah. Not yet at least." Leona patted his stomach. "You made for a good snack, by the way. Almost glad you disturbed my nap~"

"Ah, b-but you will be letting me out at some point, yeah?" You nervously asked.

"At some point... not sure when."

"...r-right..."

You really hope that 'some point' comes soon...

[timecma]

welp, since the wifi where i am sucks and i can't download fortinet, discord has been blocked :(

anyways, what was that thing you said about xanthous being like more angelic or something and could explain that with more detail?

Oh! Absolutely! It’s pretty simple—the whole crown hovering like a halo over his head thing. The cape of flames that looks like wings…it’s all kind of just right there given to you by the book. I made a post about this on twt too. The most important thing to note is that, IN MY OPINION, the whole lore we have canonically about the Demon King, the Underword, and the demons themselves is meant to reflect the way gay people have been treated historically. Hear me out. I have actual stuff to back this up.

In the legend about him, the Demon King went mad with a want for power and world domination and led his legions of demons to the surface to take over the world. However, the sorcerers managed to stop him and imprison the demons. Yet, we also know that the demons are canonically peaceful and they are actually instrumental in keeping the literal world turning. I think it’s your classic story of oppression that was twisted by the “heroes” (sorcerers) to make them seem like the good guys who subdued the “bad guys” (demons). Personally, I think that the sorcerers were just scared of how the demons would change their way of life if they lived amongst them. Because they were different. They were perceived as terrifying beings made of flame that lived in a land of chaos.

The demons, however, just want to exist. Preferably not be controlled and used to fight against others. The whole point is that they’re misunderstood. Xanthous being the Demon King is not meant to make him be a terrifying monster of a man. In fact, it’s the exact opposite. He’s angelic and meant to represent all things good in the eyes of others. He’s also literally gay. It’s supposed to reflect how the LGBTQ+ community is misunderstood, but the only way to combat misinformation is to interact with the source and figure out the truth. Xanthous is also kind of the bridge between things since he’s both the Demon King and on the Fairy Council. But that also kind of makes him like double gay so—

Anyway it’s basically the whole role of the Demon King is portrayed as more angelic in features (halo crown, wing fire cape, yada yada) and it’s to point out that gay people aren’t bad. That’s it in a golden eggshell haha.

Also like happy pride because this is a PERFECT topic for it!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🩷🩵🤍🤎🖤🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[xoluvx]

hello my loveeee! I was the one that had a little query i need some help on. Thank u for hearing me out, okay it’s a long one so STRAP IN (not the smut kind HAHA) alrighty Welp here goes

I’m in love. And I’m in love with someone I can’t have. Last year I met this girl, she’s way older than me and is already in a committed relationship for years. But anyway. I Met her at work, she originally trained me up to do my job and then we bumped into eachother at a convention. Since that day we became friends and regularly (monthly and sometimes weekly) planned to see eachother. Eventually she left her job and moved to another role in the organisation so I still got to see her. Anyway, then we did a big group activity with another friend of hers and I had another friend of mine, but i told her I missed her cos i didn’t get a chance to talk properly. AnywYs, few months go by, still the same stuff happening it’s going fine. Altho She had some serious health issues with her family earlier in the year and I told her I was there for her if she needed ANYTHING. And then July comes by. Man. I probably had one of the worst weeks in July, and I didn’t even tell her half of it. She didn’t even ONCE say “oh I’m so sorry to hear about this I hope you’re ok, or NOTHING”,. Eventually I updated her on one thing and she was like “you did good”. THE HECK? Then she made me a beanie (she loves to crochet) as a token of support. But after that? NOTHING. We’ve barely texted, our next organised day to see eachother isn’t till THE END OF OCTOBER AND I ASKED FOR OUR NEXT ACTIVITY DAY BACK IN THE MIDDLE OF AUGUST. ITS A TWO MONTH WAIT, R U KIDDING. And now she’s hanging out with the same friend we did our big group activity with along with her partner. She met this other friend before I came along and they’ve known eachother for years. And I’m VERY aware of it. Bht I get so jealous every time they post shit together because a year ago that was me. I just don’t understand where it all went wrong. I have one bad week and it’s like i always need to be happy otherwise I’m no ‘use’ to her. I’m barely in my 20s. She hasn’t even reached out to say she ‘misses me’ like she used to. Reciprocation is non existent.

’ve been so blinded by her, and fueled my fantasy of her that when i take the rose coloured glasses off i CANT Even fathom the true person she actually is. She’s still that person I was in awe of at the start, but picking up on things she says and does makes me raise eyebrows, and frankly it breaks my heart because it hurts so much. It hurts so so much. She played me like I’m a fool and I was so blindly infatuated with her. She was also really touchy felt too, we held hands and hugged all the time. I had never had that with a friend before.

She opened my eyes up to affection I had never had, i wrote her letters on her birthday, gave her gifts, chocolates and food. I had NEVER done that for anyone else that fast in my life. I even purposelfully made myself stay up late for her till 1-2am just so I could message her cos I knew she’d be up at that hour. And I’m so scared that I might be losing her after falling down the rabbit hole. Y’all I was so careful. I WAS SO SO CAREFUL AT THE START. BC I KNEW WHAT I WAS GETTING INTO. And then she just drew me in only to spit me back out. And I feel awful. I feel like a dickhesd for falling in love with a girl that only broke my heart more. I don’t know how I’m supposed to get out of it.

Thanks for reading this, I’d love anyone’s advice and thoughts. I love you x

dear anon that fell in love with someone they can't have,

this was a doozy. when i tell you i went through every emotion-

first, this isn't your fault. you physically cannot control who you fall for. no matter how careful you are. especially considering this person led you on and made you feel like there might've been a chance at something more.

second, you have to set boundaries with this person. maybe that means cutting back on your monthly activities little by little.

i think everything happens for a reason and everything has a purpose in the longer scheme of life. some people are meant to just be in your life for a short time. it seems like this is the case. you shouldn't stall your life because of this person.

i know this is all so much easier said than done, but it's time to move on with your life even if it means leaving her in the past. your heart will heal, but you will never get those years you've spent pinning over a person who could care less about your well-being.

i love you. thank you for sharing with me and trusting me.

calling all my babies - additional advice is welcomed 💖

[nhaneh]

It literally never occurred to me that Dem (my paladin) and Dem (democrats) could cross streams and I’m just like “welp, yeah I can see how this happened” and this made my day man

xD

I'll admit this is likely entirely down to me having a bit of a hard time sometimes keeping similar abbreviations separate in my head even in cases where most people would probably find the intended meaning obvious due to context! Something about my brain sometimes freely associating things with no concern for whether or not they share any actual association beyond the most superficial or tangential similarities

I just read "Dem vibes" and my brain immediately interpreted it as meaning "Democrat vibes" and it took a full handful of seconds of trying to figure out how that fit with the video before my brain finally went "...oh wait, wrong Dem!" haha!

It's like how I always first read SM(D)H as "So Much (Damn) Hate" before my brain manages to remember that it's actually supposed to mean "Shakes My Head"