#what can i say. what can i truly f*cking say

[theinfinitedivides]

no words.

[filmbyjy]

MINESTREAM

SYPNOSIS > Wanting to start a new stream series with his best friends, Jay had a bright idea of playing some simple Minecraft with them. Everything was normal, until he realises there is another person in the call with them. He quickly learns that it was ni-ki’s older sister, (name). Watch how streaming a simple game of Minecraft can dig up some interesting feelings between the main leads.

FIFTEEN – that man is a f*cking simp

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a/n: i used papago for like the translation so please correct me if I’m wrong😭

with the night wind blowing at your hair as you walked around with jay, you can’t help but closed your eyes. it was a nice walk at night. you had spent the afternoon with him at the cafe and talked a lot about a bunch of things.

you found out he liked a bunch of older songs, especially rock songs. he played the guitar and was trying to play more often. you also learnt he was decently fluent in Japanese, which surprised you.

“you know Japanese?” you say a little in shock and awe.

“yeah, I learnt it so that I didn’t have to keep staring at the subtitle and just actually concentrate on the anime I was watching. took a long time though but it was worth it at the end. i’m still learning more phrases.”

“that’s so cool!”

“ありがとうございます (thank you).” jay replies.

“you sound like a local. i’m impressed. did riki ever accidentally speak to you in Japanese?”

“he did. maybe once or twice. i understood what he said so it was fine.”

“well, you sound natural. maybe even better than me in Japanese.” you say.

jay laughs. his laughter was truly adorable. you couldn’t help but melt at it. it made you realise that being alone with jay made you feel super comfortable. due to your past experiences with disgusting guys in japan. you couldn’t stay alone with any guy without feeling unsafe. that of course did not include ni-ki, he was your brother after all, and heeseung.

and now, currently after having a heartfelt conversation at the cafe for a long time, the sun had set. you and jay were walking around the park and towards the campus grounds. there was a cyclist coming closer to the both of you so jay grabs your hand and pulls you to the side so you wouldn’t crash into the cyclist.

“oh. thank you, I didn’t realise there was someone.” you say. jay snorts.

“maybe, you shouldn’t aimlessly walk with your eyes closed.” he squeezes your hand since he was still holding it.

“I was enjoying my peace. the night feels cool and nice so why not, you know? besides, it’s the weekends tomorrow. I just need a small breather before I have to go back to sitting in my bedroom and painting.”

jay hums. the both of you continued to walk with your hands intertwined. neither of you minded and really remembered that jay’s hand was still interlocked with yours. in fact, it actually felt comfortable like it was meant to be.

was this fate?

right as those 3 words popped into your thoughts, jay’s phone rings. he answered it with his other hand still walking with you hand in hand. you had kept quiet, just listening in to his conversation with whoever it was.

“I’m doing fine. mmm, I’ll try to visit you guys during summer break. no. I don’t have a girlfriend.” it caught your attention. you knew jay was a good looking guy, tons of girls would’ve loved to talk to him so why doesn’t he have a girlfriend.

“mom, I know you’re worried about me. I can handle it. I’m only 22 this year. yes, I’m doing well in college as per usual.” he chuckles slightly. “I don’t want to go on a blind date, mom. I want to find my own girlfriend. someone that understands me and likes what I do.”

his eyes met with yours as he finishes his words. your heart stops. you nearly had a heart attack because why would jay just stare at you as he finishes his sentence. what did that mean? there is no way he likes you…right? it was too early! he can’t like you that way.

jay finishes up his call with his mom. he places his phone back in his pocket and turns to face you. “so what are you thinking of doing during our summer break?”

“mmm, I’m not sure. I haven’t thought about it. probably more streaming.”

“do you wanna stream with me? I probably wouldn’t go out much during the break.”

“I thought you were going to visit your parents?”

“I am but we could stream together after I visit them.”

“you aren’t staying for a week?”

“my parents are usually busy, they travel around a lot so they’ll probably fly out a day or two after I visit them.” jay explains. you hummed.

“me and riki would would definitely be free.”

“perfect. I could ask the others if they’d like to play too.”

finally, you had arrived in front of your dorm’s apartment building. unfortunately, jay lets go of your hand. the warmth was all gone and you already missed it.

“rest well and don’t overdo yourself. I know it’s tempting for you to just continue doing your artwork but you need to rest.”

“yes, jay. I know. I won’t overdo myself.”

“that’s my good girl.” he ruffles your hair. “well, I have to go. the boys probably would expect me to come back soon. they can’t survive without me. the dorm would’ve burnt down by now.” jay jokes.

you laughed, “alright. before you go, can I ask you something?”

“sure.”

“can we stream tomorrow?”

“of course.”

you had stepped forward and quickly left a peck on jay’s cheek before bolting in to your apartment building. jay holds the cheek that you had left a kiss on as he watches your figure growing smaller. a stupid smile adorning his face, he was smitten.

you had opened your front door after taking an elevator up to the floor. it slams shut as you entered it and laid your back against it. your heart racing quickly, the heat flaming against your cheeks.

“oneechan, what are you doing?” ni-ki appears at the hallway, his eyebrow raised as he looks at you in question.

“oh my god, I- riki, why are you walking so softly. when did you stand there?” you say as you were flustered.

“I was about to walk to the kitchen but I heard the front door slam. what happened?”

“nothing. just went out.”

“was there another stalker?” his voice sounding a little serious.

“oh, no no. no stalker, just umm i saw a flying cockroach outside.” you lied. the worry in ni-ki’s eyes dissipated, it was quickly replaced with fear.

“we really have to move. oneechan, I’m going to find us an apartment that’s better than here and is equally as near to school.”

“umm, we don’t have to.”

“I don’t care, I’m paying for the rent. you don’t need to worry.”

“riki!”

“consider this as a big early birthday present.” ni-ki skips over to you and pecks your cheek. “only the best for you big sis!”

you had to tiptoe to pat his head, “you have to stop spending money on me, riki. I can buy things on my own.”

“not until you get that streamer money.”

“well, can you really blame me for joining an art course because it’s my passion?”

“not at all, oneechan! you just have to not feel bad every time me and yvette noona want to pay something for you.”

“but I’ll owe you guys.” you pout.

“shhhh.” ni-ki grabs you and pushes you towards your bedroom door. “you don’t have to feel bad, I’ll do anything for you and any one of my friends! trust me, I’ll even ask sunoo hyung for house hunting advice.”

“is he even a reliable source-” ni-ki stops pushing you to your bedroom when you reach the middle of your room.

“he is a very reliable source. now, get some rest! I’ll find a house by the morning and then confirm stuff by next week. we’ll be in a new apartment in two weeks time.” ni-ki blows a kiss to you and shuts the door.

you sighed. ni-ki was an amazing younger brother and you love him to the moon and back. he’s a one of a kind brother, anyone would want him. however, you felt so burdened by the fact that you felt like you owe something to him. you knew he didn’t care if you paid back or not and he always treats you. it’s just the guilt creeping up on you.

you looked down at your phone and glanced at the lockscreen, it was a baby photo of ni-ki. everything you did was for him. your parents could always trust you with ni-ki and vice versa. with them running a company back in Japan, it was hard for them to come home. hence, you had to grow up for ni-ki. of course, your parents were grateful. they always brought both you and ni-ki out as a little treat. it wasn’t a surprise when ni-ki wanted to fly out to Seoul with you to go college. he’s a constant in your life and your parents knew that. hence, they didn’t say no to ni-ki and allowed him to take the same flight as you.

you had taken a shower quickly and changed into your pyjamas before deciding that you had to sleep. you had to continue up painting before streaming again tomorrow. just as you dried your hair and then threw yourself on the bed, you can’t help but remember what you did when you came home. you hid your face behind the pillows.

as for jay…

he was busy giggling and kicking his feet in his bedroom. jake and sunghoon were confused as to why jay was just mindlessly walking to his bedroom and then they heard a ‘girlish’ giggle from jay’s room. both jake and sunghoon looked at each other in shock.

“he’s gone insane.” sunghoon says. jake nods.

“didn’t he go out with (name) just now?” jake asks.

slowly the put the pieces together, sunghoon’s eyes widened. “we’ve truly lost him.”

“that man is a fucking simp.” both sunghoon and jake say at the same time.

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[zyafics]

But imagine that she refuses to drive home with him.

Like she is insisiting on walking home ,because of what he pulled in the bathroom. And he is just driving slowly, next to her walking , telling her to drop the act and get into the f*cking car.

listen. listen. i absolutely ADORE this idea, especially because her little attitude would be like "fuck off," and i thought of it BUT i already wrote the fourth part (and ur gonna enjoy what happens there), so what i'm about to do isn't canon nor an official part (in the series) but i wanted to write this out.

this is purely self-indulgence and a little treat 🥰

!! ❗️NON-OFFICIAL PART TO THE PLAY FAKE SERIES ❗️ !!

You stayed in the bathroom longer than intended.

After cleaning yourself up to the best of your abilities—which was rough, considering your makeup was ruined and your dress is practically wrinkled around your hips—you step out of the small space. You bid a decent farewell to the waitstaff before heading out of the exit, spotting Rafe leaning against his car, hands in his pockets.

"What took you so long?" He says when he sees you; the boyfriend act has since dropped since whatever happened in the bathroom. You can tell he's a bit calmer now; his rage channelled into fucking you. Yet, you still feel the ache between your legs—and a little bit of his cum.

You don't want to talk to him.

You say nothing in response, making a mental to-do list of all the things you need to do when you get home. It's the only thing keeping you sane right now. Your brain is fuzzy, trying to maul through the details of what happened just moments ago, and you are sure if you are touched wrong right now, you're going to explode and ruin whatever relationship credentials you spent the evening forming.

But, for a bitter, vengeful impulse, you considered saying fuck it all and chew him out right then and there. To let the entire Island Club know what type of selfish and entitled prick Rafe Cameron is, but you remember what's at stakes. Your goals. You weighed them, in cost-benefit, and discovered that it wasn't worth it.

You moved beyond the passenger seat, heading straight for the road.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm walking." You declare, keeping your voice as neutral as possible. You don't know where you are right now, or how you're going to make it back home, but you know this is a direct road to Tannyhill—and from then on, you'll figure out the rest.

Rafe calls out your name but you ignore it, making decent progress down the trek. Your feet are hurting you. It doesn't help that you're wearing heels, walking across uneven sidewalks. Not to mention, you're still a little sore from how Rafe was being back there.

Fucking asshole, you swear in your head, clenching your hands by your side as you hear a car engine roaring from behind. It doesn't take long before the familiar vehicle pulls up by your side, slowing down enough to match your pace.

He rolls down the driver window, watching you stubbornly make your way down the street.

"Get in the car."

"No." Your voice has an edge but is overall monotonic. You won't let him know how pissed off you truly are; how you're fuming underneath, trying to navigate the mixed emotions buried inside. You don't even bother to look at him. "I'm walking home."

"You're going to walk to the other side of the island?" He taunts, in that condescending voice, as if he thought you were dumb. You weren't stupid. "Yeah, fucking right."

"Unlike you, Rafe, I'm pretty fucking able." You snap, glancing over to watch as his face sneers at the insult. You don't care. You let that first string of restraint snap, and you're unwinding slowly but surely. You try to fall back to your neutral tone. "I'm walking home. If I need help, I'll be sure to call someone else. Maybe JJ or Pope."

You knew the blond didn't like either of them; he made his opinions clear in the car ride to Tannyhill earlier. You only said it to rile him up, which, apparently, works as his expression hardens and he parks the car and unlocks the door.

"Get in the car." He commands, his voice commanding the same authority as he did in the bathroom. However, this time, it feels more forged—like a front to keep up. You look away, deciding to speed up. "Jesus Christ."

Your feet are hurting badly now. While deciding to do a short sprint in three-inch heels, you bend down and unclasp them, ready to go bare-feet for the rest of your journey if need be.

You feel his hand grab your arm.

"Drop the fucking act, sweetheart. You're not going to walk all the way back to The Cut. You won't even make it before dawn."

You pull enough strength within you to rip your arm out of his grasp, just like you should've done in the bathroom, and face him.

"You think you have so much power, don't you? That because you're some Kook prince you can tell people what to do? Well, fuck you, Rafe," you announce, each word punctuated with more sharpness than the last. "If I want to walk till dawn, I'll do it. As long as I won't have to get into your stupid car."

Rafe looks at you, not understanding why you are so adamant on walking back. Was it something during the dinner? Was it the bathroom? Is this you trying to gain back whatever control you lost?

He scoffs. "Your little tantrum isn't going to work, Pogue."

It's the name. The nickname of Pogue that rolls off his tongue that just triggers you.

You're pissed.

Having nothing else, you chuck your heels at his chest. It doesn't do much damage, because of your close proximity, but it was enough for him to see your fury. To see that your refusal isn't just a spur of the moment thing, to gain back control, but was an accumulation of everything—enough to comfort you for the rest of the walk.

Rafe's irritation flares. You knew how to push all of his buttons and now, it's pissing him the fuck off. He thought he calmed down a bit, after the bathroom, but you're just trying to rile him up. For some fucking reason. He doesn't doubt that you're going to walk the rest of the path back to The Cut, even if it kills you. You were that stubborn. It took him a whole two hours to convince you to shut down Sailor for half an evening. Imagine you now, at the height of your anger, with nothing but spite for him.

He should just let you. Show you how your stubbornness can lead to stupid decisions. Dire consequences. But you're still in your stupid, fucking short dress. It practically exposed your ass when you bent over to take off your shoes. There's no way in hell he's letting you walk home, in the dark, in that.

So, he did the next best thing.

He comes forward, and with one hand on your waist, he throws you over his shoulders. You barely register it as he man-handles you, grabbing your heels off the ground and marching straight to the passenger side.

"Fucking brat," he mumbles under his breath as he rips opens the door.

"Let go of me!"

He drops you into the leather seat, quickly grabbing the seatbelt and securing you in. You went for the buckle, ready to click the release, only for him to grab your wrists into one hand.

Your heated eyes meet his angry gaze. "Drop the fucking attitude and let me drive you home." He warns in a low voice. "You're not dying under my watch. Not when you still have your half of the bargain to keep up."

You glare at him, saying nothing as he finishes securing you in. When he feels sure that you aren't going to unlock and run off, repeating this cat-and-mouse game, he slams the door closed and walks over to the driver side.

You say nothing for the duration of the ride. You refuse to. Rafe doesn't try to talk to you either, assuming you'll shake off whatever tantrum you're throwing by the next morning. He just needed to get your ass back home to make it there.

When he stops in front of your house, or as close to it as you would allow him, you silently get out of the car and head for the door. You don't bother saying thank you because to you, the waitstaff at the country club deserves more gratitude more than whatever Rafe fucking Cameron thinks he is.

He doesn't care. He pulls out the street the moment your ass leaves his car. You'll be fine, he thought, you always are.

[unsweetingtea]

The Sonic Movie 3 trailer came out and it is awesome!

I know it came out a week or so ago and I might be late into talking about it but rest assured I watched it 30 minutes after it came out.

I decided to start talking about it now because I want to put in my two cents about a certain topic.

At some point in the trailer we get this image of Tom:

He’s screaming “Sonic!!” and then it immediately flashes to this image of Shadow:

There is also this interaction with Sonic and Shadow:

“What did you do?”

“What I had to.”

First of all, f🤬cking aura Shadow, holy sh💩t. That “what I had to” sent shivers to me timbers.

Second of all, why I’m making this post:

This has led people to believe that Shadow might harm Tom in some way or even killing him.

And I don’t think that is true.

Do I think that they might tussle around? Yeah. Do I think Shadow will straight up assassinate him? Hell no!

CONTINUE UNDER THE CUT ⬇️

Now, I have seen people believe it and draw it but more as like a “this is a cool alternative but I don’t actually think it would happen”, but then there are others who genuinely believe that Shadow is going to kill Tom.

While there is nothing wrong with believing that, it raises a problem for Shadow’s overall character.

We all know Shadow is just misunderstood. Especially from Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails. Keep in mind that they are working with the very people that killed Maria—a little girl, Shadow’s best friend, and they have no idea 😀

I feel like if Sonic finds out about it, then there will definitely be conversations yet to happen, and not very friendly ones.

I kinda think this might be an image of Sonic looking around the Ark. Maybe this is when he finds out? However, that is not something I can really prove:

One thing I will say: even though if we were in Shadow’s position and we might try to kill humanity too, I think we should all acknowledge that even though we can understand him it doesn’t mean we should agree with the path he has walked down on.

Anyway, Shadow = misunderstood. Got it. That is all a story for another time, I’m still here for something else.

I think we can all agree that Shadow has been through a lot, and I think some of the games do him justice for the way he makes up for his actions; finding out who is he is and honoring Maria’s wish, sacrificing himself and falling down to earth, going against Black Doom’s wishes, fighting Memphis, saving Sonic (multiple times), him and Team Dark, the Archie comics, and more.

We’re gonna ignore the Boom!Shadow for this one boys. He’s irrelevant. (lol)

While Shadow and Sonic aren’t friends or enemies, they’re by each others side to do the right thing. All Shadow wanted to do was the right thing and at the time he believed it was killing humanity.

I think what I’m trying to say is that Shadow has done some villainy sh💩t under the influence of what people showed him back to the accident of the Ark. However, he is not a bad guy and he doesn’t deserve to be the bad guy.

If they do this, if Shadow kills Tom, he will be an irredeemable monster to Sonic and even to me, and Shadow doesn’t deserve that treatment.

I don’t want to look at Movie!Shadow knowing that he killed an amazing character and the father to Sonic.

I also want to say, that when Sonic is talking to Shadow and asks him what he did, he sounds mad but he doesn’t sound mad enough to the point of Tom’s death kind of mad. Sonic would be f🤬cking furious. He would fr say “screw the power of friendship I’m about to END this B🐶TCH”.

I can’t say for certain that Tom isn’t going to die, but I really don’t think and want to believe that Shadow is going to be the one to kill Tom.

Like I said before, it’s tragic for what happened to him but we shouldn’t justify the path he’s walking on. Killing Tom is no excuse either.

I just don’t want to be disappointed. I have been looking forward for this movie for too long. I really just want Shadow to be the sweet little anti-hero he truly is.

While I’m here, I wanna circle back around to Tom screaming Sonic’s name. First of all, Tom is in a G.U.N uniform. Either he’s going in disguise or maybe the commander guy whose name I don’t care to remember gave him a position in the G.U.N forces.

In the first Sonic Movie, Maddie did say that there has been a Wachowski serving and protecting for 50 years. The same amount of time Shadow was in a coma. Maybe the commander recognizes Tom’s last name and offers him a position.

Maybe Sonic and co. find out about what they did to Maria and the Ark, and when confronting G.U.N, G.U.N decides to turn on them. Maybe that’s why Tom was screaming Sonic’s name, because he was about to get hurt. Remember, even though Sonic saved the world in the 1st movie, in the 2nd movie G.U.N still believed they would be a threat. Maybe G.U.N is using them in hopes they won’t find out about what happened 50 years ago. They’d be perfect against Shadow, they’re the same species! (Kinda…)

If G.U.N can’t defeat Shadow, maybe another powerful being can.

Anyway, those were my two cents.

Don’t take this post too personally please, if you wanna believe Shadow kills Tom, then by all means go off! I just wanted to show my perspective of things and how I see Shadow as a person.

Remember, opinions are opinions and we shouldn’t devalue anyone’s just because we don’t agree.

Take care! 🫶🏻

[krizariel]

Oh don't tell me... you are f*cking my ex?!

(crack, not-fic, jaytim with past timsteph) Talking with friends about how a friend - who was into jaytim and was a tim fan before he was even registered in my radar - unintentionally got me into jaytim; but then he moved on pretty much as I came in and now he has to put up with me and my never-ending duck giggling butt emojis. Or how he eloquently put it: "I'm literally like a tragic dramatic irony mythical Greek MC, just a plaything of fate" Anyway, I remembered this vague idea and then this took shape:

No-capes AU in which Tim was never adopted by Bruce, but the rest (including Steph and Jason) were. Jason is very protective of his family, especially his sisters. And yes, Steph is a gremlin and gets in trouble more often than not, but damn it no one messes with his sister.

Tim and Steph started dating during mid-school; Tim tends to be asked out more often than not and he has trouble saying no. Often times he does not feel truly attracted to anyone; but he does not want to be seen as uptight or impolite or worse... questioned. He often accepts his dates until eventually they get bored of him. Steph was a change of pace of him and at some point he genuinely was feeling attraction to her; but maybe not to the extent she deserved. She asked him out and was always the one initiating anything, and he'd often go along with it. She was amazing, full of life, funny and so pretty; Tim didn't know what exactly she saw in him. However, she'd quickly notice his lack of enthusiasm/interest and often they'd fight. Why say yes when you aren't truly into it? They were on and off for a year until they broke things off for real. Jason of course hated Tim's guts; be that way whatever, but making his sister cry and mistreating her was a different story. After breaking up, Tim tried to reach out to Steph later, to try and explain himself better and be honest with her. She deserved that much. Except Jason found him before Tim could reach his sister; punched him hard enough to send him off-balance, grabbed him and pushed him against the wall to make it very clear he should not get near his sister again or else... (and Tim was scared to shit because danger danger but also creepily turned on when Jason grabbed him and raised him off the floor so easily. He needs to consult a therapist as to why Jason threatening turned him on and somehow that started his bi awakening) Eventually Steph and Tim moved on with their lives, continue dating other people, and given that they still have friends they reconnect, reminiscence of the past and talk it out. They also eventually come out and bond over both being bi. Fast forward years later, neither Tim or Jason had seen each other again; but Tim stays in touch with Steph. Tim is a well known editor at a big publisher and Jay is an aspiring book writer. Steph had given Tim her brother's original novel draft and he actually loved it. Steph: So, remember my brother Jason? Tim: Your hot brother who kicked my ass in front of half the school hates my guts? how could I forget. Steph: Yeah! He is the one who wrote this fabulous piece. Think you can help him? Tim *internally trying not to scream because what are the odds*: ...Sure. If he agrees to meet, I have time tomorrow. But you better be there, in case he remembers he told me not to get near you. I fear for my life. Steph: Don't be dramatic, he probably doesn't even remember you.

---- Steph: Sooo... I have a friend who is an editor at X publisher. He read your work and loved it. He actually thinks it has high chances to be published. Jason: Really? Steph: Yeah! Told him we could meet with him tomorrow for coffee and go over the details. Jason: Wait who is this friend? Do I know him? Steph: Well... remember this boyfriend I had back in mid-school... Jason, as he stops what he is doing, turns to Steph and glares: The one I hit and pushed against the wall and told to never get near you ever again? That one? Steph: Yes! Jason: Wait, he got actually near you again? *starts cracking knuckles* Steph: Yes, but not that way! I wouldn't take that human disaster for a ride and I'd pity anyone who'd date him. Plus I'm perfect with Cass, thank you very much. But we made peace long time ago and we've been good friends since. I'm sure he doesn't hold grudges, after all he knows the work is yours and had no trouble! It's been years, we have all grown up and moved on.

Jason: Fine. ---- The meeting was awkward at the beginning (especially due to Jason's perpetual scowl) but Tim is clearly very professional and jumps right into business. They exchange contact information. It's clear Tim genuinely likes Jason's work. He puts a lot of effort in navigating Jason through the process, giving detailed comments/notes and Jason is happy to see someone catching on the little details and talk excitedly about them. May not be much but internally he is preening. They start meeting often for coffee, at first they'd talk more about work rather than chitchat and then their meetings started evolving into less work and more random talk, getting to know each other. Sometimes they don't finish talking about the book because they got too distracted. Tim opens up about his teen years, how he was (and still is) too dumb for relationships. He didn't know better but as he matured he learned to accept himself. Jason realizes Tim wasn't that bad of a guy as he thought; just someone making mistakes, learning and growing.

Tim finds he hasn't enjoyed someone's company in a while. He has dated guys before and has matured enough to be better and accept what he wants. But as years went by he poured himself into work and has been so busy, he doesn't exactly have lasting relationships so he stopped altogether. This time around, he feels like he genuinely is giving his all. He decides that he will see that Jason's book becomes a reality because Jason is talented, he is amazing and deserves this. And then, he will gather the courage and ask him out. Jason is also troubled because he is developing a fat crush on his sister's ex and he did NOT see that coming.

The day Jason's book is finally out, they celebrate and Tim asks Jason out on a date. ----

Later: Steph: SMH I can't believe you! Jason: ... it's your fault

[morgan-angel]

I wish people talked to me the same way I talk to them.

I wish people made passionate responses to my vents like I do for them.

I wish I could read and feel the same amount of support, dedication, and reflexion to people's responses, as I do for them.

I wish I could meet someone who can fully understand me, who can fully cares about me and my emotions, who can tell me the words I always wanted to hear.

But that f*cking person is myself.

Sometimes I even cry when I write responses for other people's vent. Sometimes I even had panic attacks, freaking mental breakdowns and more. I truly feel and understand what they said. That's why I "always say the things you wanted to hear". But nobody's ever doing that for me.

I could literally talking about the most vile things and people will be like "aww man" or "://" or "that sucks".

I know some of y'all truly don't know what to say. And that's okay.

But when I talk about about parental abuse, kil*ing myself, being sequestered at my house and all and your response is "good luck"... You're not. Fucking. HELPING.

And then you're wondering why I didn't talk for 3 days.

I know y'all aren't supposed to be my therapist. But you're supposed to be there for me. To give me love and support.

And I clearly don't feel this while reading your f*cking messages.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not wanting to writing a positive review of my brothers moral character?

(🖌️ to find later)

TW for drug use and misogyny

My (24X) older brother (26M) recently ended up getting arrested and charged with some very serious charges due to his distribution of fentanyl. I’m not going to get too into the legal stuff for obvious reasons but he could end up in prison for up to 30 years. I’m not any type of fan of the legal system (US, for clarification) and am not a fan of the situation but can definitely see some silver linings to him being in there. I wish there was an actually system of help he could get but with the rate he has taking drugs and the way his circle of friends was dropping (4 funerals in 6 months) my mom and I were fairly certain he was going to over does soon and he showed no signs of wanting to seek help. So ya know, at least he’ll be alive.

But that’s not fully the issue. My mom and I talked and she said his public defender wanted letters from people to prove his good moral character to read in court and, as his little sibling, figured of course I would provide one. But I truly have nothing good to say about the man’s ‘moral character’ the last time we had a conversation was before I moved out over two years ago. When I moved out my roommates I was moving in with said they didn’t want him to know our address as they would be living there too and didn’t want him bringing his violence into their lives. He blew up called me a bunch of homophobic slurs and that was pretty much it.

Before that he was my biggest reason for wanting to move out. He regularly calls my mom a bitch and a c*nt. He never cleaned up after himself because ‘there was two women in the house and we were f*cking (r-slurs) if we thought he should have to do anything.’ Lovely things like that. He punches holes in the walls, says slurs like they’re the only descriptive words he knows, steals anything not locked up (and smashes through doors and windows even then to get to it), and hounds my mom for money non-stop, usually until she gives in. In short I have nothing positive to say about his moral character.

Now my mom is a very loving mom. Far more than I could be at this point and is in denial about the man her son is. She would say she’s spent the last decade living with the personification of meth and heroin and she will get her son back some day if he could only get clean. But none of that has actually been him. I just can’t have that kind of optimism or denial towards the situation. She’s going to be very upset if I don’t submit something because she (fairly, again fuck the prison system) doesn’t think he should be locked up for upwards of 30 years.

I’m a good writer. I could come up with something. None of it really true but it can sound nice. Make my mom feel better (gods know she needs a break) but just thinking about it makes me feel gross. I don’t even know if it will matter much in court, but I don’t know how awful of me it would be to abstain.

There’s obviously more nitty gritty to the situation but this is long as it is. I just hope I didn’t make my mom sound bad because I do want to say she’s a loving woman in an abusive situation and I hope it’s not to much to ask that no one be too cruel to her in the notes, thanks.

What are these acronyms?

[nostalgicamerica]

I want the Billionaires to pay more in taxes. The money they hoard does not go back into the economy. Trickle Down Economics never worked. If Hunter Biden can get called on the carpet for his taxes then Trump should too. The President doesn't have control over the price of oil. OPEC does. Supply and demand dictate prices here and if OPEC chooses to cut production, that's where the blame lies. I want a meaningful Border Bill. Republicans voted against a Bill and Trump told them not to vote yes on that Bill saying that he will fix it when he gets into office. I don't want wars either but Trump says he'll let Putin do what he wants if he wants to invade a country. The Hunter Biden trial proved that the Justice System isn't rigged.

There is a lot to unpack here.

I want the Billionaires to pay more in taxes. The money they hoard does not go back into the economy. - Then change the tax code.

Trickle Down Economics never worked. - So what

If Hunter Biden can get called on the carpet for his taxes then Trump should too. - I don't even know what this f*cking means.

The President doesn't have control over the price of oil. OPEC does. - Under the last president we were energy independent and on Jan 20, 2020 the price of gas in my neck of the woods was $1.97. It is not that now.

I want a meaningful Border Bill. Republicans voted against a Bill and Trump told them not to vote yes on that Bill saying that he will fix it when he gets into office. - Republicans want illegals here, too. Just for different reasons. And republicans suck almost as much as democrats.

I don't want wars either but Trump says he'll let Putin do what he wants if he wants to invade a country. - Why is it our business what Vladimir does anywhere? I frankly don't care if Macron wants to invade Estonia. Not my concern. And, by the way, under the last president, there were no major wars.

The Hunter Biden trial proved that the Justice System isn't rigged. - This is how to say, "I'm a fucking retard" without using the words, 'I'm,' 'retard,' 'a,' or 'fucking.' If you can say that with a straight face you truly are a fucking retard and I pray you don't breed.

[that-ari-blogger]

LavenderTowne and Hazbin Hotel, Part 2

A while back, a youtuber by the name of Lavendertowne released a video on Hazbin Hotel and the fan reception was… mixed. Lavendertowne discussed her perspective on the series and presented her own ideas of how it could have been done differently, and some people liked what she said, others didn’t.

I made a post discussing her discussion soon after, and I am rather proud of it. So, check that out if it interests you. As the title suggests, this is going to be a follow up.

But recently as of writing this (I’m prewriting this a few weeks before it will go out), a second video was released, and I have thoughts.

Let me explain.

SPOILERS AHEAD: (Hazbin Hotel)

The framing device of this video is that it is an alternate universe in which Lavendertowne has been given full creative control, as such, her design sensibilities supersede everything else, and I want to point out that this means your relationship as an audience is different.

I will not be judging the quality of the artwork and skill, and I will instead be pointing out what the different designs imply through what elements they incorporate, and discussing the criticisms levelled at the series.

This AU doesn’t have to deal with any of that, this is one person putting out her thoughts.

The original series had to go through Amazon Prime’s standardisation and animation and budget. It had to deal with execs who don’t understand television as a medium making decisions based on metrics that don’t hold up to any inspection whatsoever. The series had to mingle with shareholders and individual animators and writers with contradictory artistic visions.

Speaking of which, lets start with Angel, and I actually agree with some of what Lavendertowne said in the section about him. Hazbin Hotel, for all its successes, is definitely not a perfect show, and a ton of the pacing issues are evident through the characterisation.

Most notably, episode four is one of the show’s best episodes, finally slows down and tells a story about an abusive relationship. It’s horrifying to watch, but you can’t look away. Angel is vulnerable and desperate, his constant flirtatiousness is shown as a façade that he keeps dropping accidentally. Its harrowing and really well written, and Valentino is f*cking terrifying.

For the rest of the series, Angel doesn’t have this depth. It’s established he’s wearing a mask, but because the show doesn’t have time to show you the real him, the mask is all you get.

Yes, this can feel like dodgy characterisation. Media is subjective, that’s kinda the whole point, so while I am more than happy to take what we learn in episode four and use it to imply depth beyond what we see in the rest of the series, not everyone is, and that’s ok.

Moving on to the actual design, I love Lavendertowne’s Angel Dust, although this is mostly because I prefer the more monstrous character designs. I like to draw on horror in my writing, so the uncanny valley is something I am at home in.

I want to draw attention to the difference in shape language. Hazbin Hotel is very cartoony, so it can get away with some truly wild proportions to get the character’s vibe across. For example, Angel is wild and jagged, his asymmetry implies an off balanced nature and his thin limbs imply speed. This guy’s design communicates movement.

Lavendertowne’s style isn’t really equipped to do that, her proportions are more… I hesitate to say “realistic”, so “grounded” will have to do. Instead, she relies on a messy hairstyle to hint at that mental unrest and makes him as thin as she can possibly get without breaking with her style. Then she adds those upwards stripes to emphasise his height and make him look even thinner than he actually is.

This makes Angel look fragile rather than flighty.

Lavendertowne designed Angel twice, once in his performance attire, and once in his informal dress, and we see what she has focused in on.

A series featuring these character designs would prioritise angel’s duality and insecurity. The posing of the first design is closed in, and combined with the oversized coat that he wears like a shield, gives him a defensive stance. This angel would still be flirtatious, you can’t take that away from him, but he would be more guarded as a person.

Meanwhile the performing character design is more open, he wears less and is posed as open and inviting. This angel looks more acrobatic and nimble, but also more vulnerable. There is a correlation implied between the lack of physical defences and a more excessive personality, as if one is compensating for the other.

There is a trade off here. Angel’s original design played into his mafia past with the suit and tie, but Lavendertowne instead positions him as more of the femme fatale, who lounges back and gets the secrets. It’s a different archetype.

Niffty's design I don’t really have many thoughts on. I like the beetle mandibles in the hair and the little caterpillar is cute.

One of Lavendertowne’s criticisms of the series as a whole was that the overall colour was very monotonous. She highlighted the fact that the series is mostly bathed in red, and to show off what she meant, she presents Niffty with some splashes of green and yellow to balance out the hues a bit.

Lavendertowne’s Lucifer design is complicated in my eyes, because its my favourite of the designs, but also the reading of the character that I disagree with the most.

For example, the video states that Lucifer is a neglectful father and that there is a dissonance between his care and his selfishness that doesn’t make sense as a character beat.

So, allow me to argue a different understanding of the character. In my eyes, Lucifer does care deeply about his daughter, but he is truly awful at showing it. He decides to protect her from the hardships that he suffered by not letting her even attempt anything risky. He doesn’t want her to fall, so he won’t risk raising her up and letting her see the sun.

This became neglect, or absence, which Charlie is hurt by, and Alastor uses as a weapon.

Lucifer’s dawning realisation that his behaviours is one of those things that got messed up by the shortened pacing. I would have preferred another episode of getting to know the crew at the hotel and growing to like them, and so having an entire arc in one song wasn’t my favourite part of the series, as beautiful as that song was.

“You didn’t know that when

I tried this all before,

My dreams were too hard to defend.

And in the end

I won’t lose it all again.

Now you’re the only thing worth fighting for.”

Lavendertowne’s design prioritises the trauma of Lucifer, and as a side note, this version of the character would also be voiced by Jeremy Jordan, because that man has range.

But to that point, this is a fundamentally different version of the character. Where the series version has put on a brave face to hide his deep insecurities, the version Lavendertowne presents looks utterly defeated as a person.

This looks like the type of person who wallows in self-pity and who’s redemption arc would take two or three episodes. Lucifer here looks like he spends all of his time sitting on a roof top waxing philosophical and too caught up in his own mourning to notice the distance growing between him and his kids.

Case and point, the makeshift halo that he wears is such a phenomenal design decision. It’s an active character beat that he has tried to replicate his dignity before his fall, showing how he can’t move past it, but it also shows his lack of care. It’s made of string, its for him and him only, it doesn’t have to look right to anyone else.

Lavendertowne’s Lucifer seems like he would be overjoyed to join his daughter at the hotel, and desperately try to reconnect, like in the series, but it would take Husk or even Sir Pentious explaining to him that he was the reason the two fell apart, and breaking down the idea of hope and getting better as a person. It would show off how Charlie’s message has impacted others, and would lean into the slower burn story that these designs seem intended to display.

The cloak is also a cool detail, first up because of the crown on the shoulders which impact the silhouette and the shape language. It makes him look spikier and standoffish, but the broken crown motif is also a personal weakness of mine, so I won’t dwell too much on that for fear of gushing about the history and iconography and two separate fanfics I have written which feature that in their titles alone.

However, the cloak’s main feature is to get across the tone shift between this story and the original. It occurred to me halfway through this that the designs presented in Hazbin Hotel feel like they were designed as costumes first. They are symbolic and referential, with the rule of cool being paramount.

I respect this a lot, but Lavendertowne’s ideas present a grittier story, with outfits seemingly designed with practicality in mind above all else. Here, a character going flying across the city would have majour consequences. Gore and death would be rarer, but more impactful, and as a key part of that, this story would more heavily focus on consequences.

In this case, neither Lucifer or Vaggie will get their wings back in this version of the story. Lavendertowne specified this in her video, explaining that this was because the original undercut the trauma that these two received, and that’s a valid take.

Part of what I respect about Lavendertowne’s design process and formatting of the video was the fact that she presented a reason for her own unenjoyment of the series, and engaged with that criticism to present something that she would prefer. Again, art is subjective, and the video really takes apart preferences and the logic behind them.

Here, Lucifer doesn’t have wings, and instead uses his cloak to mimic the shape, linking back into that conceptual space of being stuck in the past, like his halo.

What this means for the story presented is that the final fight would have to take place within the hotel itself, where the angels cannot fly away and can be engaged with on even ground. I’m envisioning set pieces in the main halls, and staircases, and a moment when Husk turns off the light in a corridor, then cut to Angel’s perspective as he tries to find his friend, only to flick the light back on to see Husk, wounded but still standing, surrounded by half a dozen dead exorcists. I think that would be cool.

Also, the pomegranate sceptre is a neat design, and the open chest is the type of overly dramatic outfit choice that an overly emotional, self-sabotaging mess of a person would make. The type of design that pulls on an edgy, fallen angel, paradise lost style pf nonsense that I whole heartedly approve of.

Lute’s design I like, but it took me some time to get used to.

Part of this is that I genuinely despise the design of the exorcists in the series. I think in concept they are really interesting, especially with the mask, but in practice they just don’t work. I think it’s the colour scheme, they don’t scream “heaven” to me. They appear designed as “righteous crusaders questing for the greater good” and all that hypocritical, I would have preferred if they had their home turf emblazoned on them, like crusaders.

Lavendertowne’s design emphasises the idea of juxtaposition. Lute doesn’t look like a combatant; she doesn’t look dangerous. She looks like a saint. Until you see what she is doing. You notice the sword and the bloodstains on her hands and the combat boots which imply something beneath the façade.

The wings are also an interesting detail that Lavendertowne implements in her designs. One of her criticisms was that the designs of the angels and demons weren’t identifiable as pertaining to one side or the other. While I think that was an important theme in the series, the idea that when push comes to shove, the morality of hell and heaven were almost indifferentiable, I like that Lavendertowne took a different direction with her design.

In the AU, there is a hypocrisy evident in the exorcist designs, and Lavendertowne focused in on how they appear different and present a mask of superiority that is completely undercut by their actions. Hence the wings allow the angels to fly and literally rise above those they deem unworthy, while acting as a visual signifier of alignment.

I picture Lute’s white outfit getting absolutely stained with mud and rubble and blood, and I picture this version of the character as more cordial in conversation, the type of person who thinks being polite makes you correct, only to devolve into wordless screams of rage when she starts losing.

That hypocrisy is exemplified by my favourite part of the design, the headdress. Because first up, iron halos are cool, and the fact that they are the only metal on the design works with the fact that the angels don’t know they can get hurt, but second, this mask doesn’t have eyes.

We could say that there is some magical or technological way of seeing through the mask, maybe there is a screen in there and she’s like iron man with a ton of gizmos and gadgets, or maybe there are little holes or a mesh like an old gladiator helmet that lets her see through.

But visually, this communicates that Lute doesn’t see the world beyond herself. She is blind to change or anything that would challenge her mindset, and has intentionally closed off herself from learning anything new.

It also limits her expression. Sure, her mouth is visible, so she can smile or grimace, but the eyes imply emotion. She’s hiding from you just as much as she is hiding you from herself.

Final Thoughts

In any case, I really like the designs presented here, and I think that exploring how they communicate different ideas from the original based on different design and story preferences and sensibilities was interesting to do. If Lavendertowne releases another video, I might do another follow up.

I want to stress that me liking LavenderTowne's redesigns does not invalidate the show, neither do any criticisms. I mentioned that the series has flaws, but I love it regardless, and it's ok if others didn't.

Once again, I will write fanfiction for this universe if Lavendertowne approves, because I think that it would be an interesting thought experiment. I think the scenes in this version of the story would be longer and more drawn out, instead of the rapid pacing of the original series.

Other than that, if you liked this and want to see more, I wrote up a discussion about the first video, but I am also making my way through the source material. I have a series about musicals and storytelling in those, and right now, I am discussing Hazbin Hotel’s songs and what they do for their story. So, stick around if that interests you.

Part 1

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - THIRTY THREE

Asmodeus peeked around the corner and found Stolas sitting alone in the private waiting room. Stolas sat at a small table, clutching a mug with both hands and staring down into it like it held the answers to the mysteries of the universe. Asmodeus hesitated. Stolas looked wrecked. He wasn’t sure he should intrude.

“You don’t need to linger outside,” Stolas said, not looking up from his drink. “You’re welcome to come in if you wish, Asmodeus.”

“Stolas!” Asmodeus laughed nervously. “I’m glad I found you.”

Asmodeus entered, and leaned against the counter by the coffee maker, trying to look casual. Failing spectacularly, he was sure.

“How you doing?”

Stolas clenched the mug tightly. “I’m as well as can be expected, I suppose.”

Asmodeus felt so awkward. He hated this. He could tell Stolas was hurting, he felt partially responsible and he didn’t know what to do.

It had already been a few days since Blitzø’s surgery and Blitzø still hadn’t woken up. No one was taking it well. Fizzy refused to leave the hospital. So did the rest of Blitzø’s family. But the worst off was definitely Stolas. Asmodeus could see he’d lost weight, he looked pale and his eye-circles had circles.

Stolas wasn’t taking care of himself, forgetting to eat, casting far too many spells… Dealing with Stella and Paimon’s bullshit definitely couldn’t be helping.

What felt like an eternity passed in awkward silence.

Asmodeus sighed.

“I never did thank you for helping me the way you did with the kidnapping… Did I?”

Stolas’s shoulders slumped. “It was no trouble.”

“It meant a great deal,” Asmodeus pushed off the counter and pulled out a chair across from Stolas. “You helped me when you had nothing to gain. After I’d turned you down for the crystal. Even after how I’d treated you at my club.”

He sat down, reached a hand across the table and lightly touched Stolas’s hand. “Thank you, Stolas. Truly.”

Stolas looked up from his drink for the first time, flustered. “Oh. Um. You’re very welcome of course.”

Stolas pulled away - but only by a minutiae - so small a movement it was almost imperceptible. Asmodeus felt it, but didn’t take offense.

“I’m sorry, I was a f*cking dick to call you out like I did at my club.”

“Oh. No. It’s really ok…” Stolas averted his gaze.

“No, it’s really not. I can’t help but feel partially responsible for how things have turned out between you and Blitzø.”

“How do you mean?” Stolas looked at him quizzically.

“Um… Oz?”

Stolas and Asmodeus turned to see Fizzarolli peeking into the room.

“It’s ok Fizzy.” Asmodeus tried to wave Fizzarolli away.

“Ozzie. No. I have to do this.” Fizzarolli moved to Asmodeus, arms crossed, tail curled around himself, eyes on the floor.

“Your… Your majesty?” Fizzarolli stammered, looking up at Stolas shyly.

He looks terrified…

“Stolas. Please.” Stolas tried to manage as inviting a smile as he could. He was just so damn tired.

“Stolas… Sire…” Fizzarolli looked at Asmodeus for reassurance and clutched his tail.

Stolas urged him on.

“It’s my fault. Blitzø and I have a long history. And until recently I blamed him for the accident that, uh, left me…”

Fizzarolli swallowed hard, shrunk in on himself, averting his eyes. Asmodeus scooped Fizzarolli up into a hug.

Stolas cocked his head, confused. Then it struck him. He nodded in somber understanding.

Fizzarolli wiped away tears and continued.

“Well it turns out we were both lied to and so for fifteen years, I hated him. That’s why we called Blitzø and you out in front of everyone that night at Ozzie’s. I wanted to hurt him. Hurt him bad. Like he hurt me.”

Fizzarolli choked back tears and took a moment to steady his voice.

“I truly regret what we did, Sire.” Fizzarolli looked at Stolas. “Because it worked. I hurt him. But there was so much I didn’t know. And I’m afraid I may have wrecked Blitzø’s chance at true happiness.”

Stolas didn’t know what to say.

I… I didn’t know… Blitzø didn’t tell me any of this…

Fizzarolli’s eyes were as big as saucers, shaking with tears ready to be shed.

“I’m so, SO sorry.” Fizzarolli sniffled.

“I appreciate your honesty, little one.” Stolas said tenderly and smiled kindly.

“About that,” Asmodeus hugged a crying Fizzarolli and chuckled nervously. “There’s something else we should probably be honest about.”

Stolas looked on passively.

“Fizzarolli and I are in love.” Asmodeus nuzzled Fizzarolli.

Stolas glared at them, unimpressed.

“I am truly shocked.” Stolas said flatly.

“Uh. Yeah.” Asmodeus laughed nervously. “Sorry.”

Stolas waved him off. “I understand your want for secrecy.”

“It’s certainly not a secret anymore.” Fizzarolli muttered.

Asmodeus laughed and rubbed his neck, embarrassed.

Stolas raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Fizzarolli whispered something to Asmodeus. They smiled at each other conspiratorially.

“Actually,” Asmodeus looked over at Stolas. “Maybe our scandal could benefit you in some way.”

*****

[anyamaris]

Writer's Guide to Summoning Demon(s)??

Second part to Writer's Guide to Summoning a Demon

Word Count-1600+

Summary-After accidentally summoning(?) a demon, you receive another uninvited guest and things get strange.

Trope-Supernatural Ateez AU romance/drabble?

Pairing-Writer!f!reader x Ateez AU members

Warnings-Vulgar language, inferences to sex, supernatural powers, shapeshifting, demons, hunting, more brat behavior. 18+ probably, NSFW? I believe that's all.

Basically just having fun writing this and not taking anything too seriously, please enjoy and I would love feedback and comments!

Please reblog if you do like!

NSFW below cut-

"Wooyoung! Stop it right this minute!" You hear just as the brat you'd summoned was about to unbutton the last button on his shirt.

What in the world, was there another demon? you think, opening your eyes and fingers to look at the new being.

The new ...man/person was glaring at the...demon....(what the actual fuck, maybe you'd fallen asleep and this was some kind of dream.)

Anyhow, the let's just call him a man for sanity's sake. The new MAN had dark hair as well, longer than the first. He looked like a god, you think, eyeing his beautiful features. "HEY! Don't look at him! I'm the sexy one!" The one called Wooyoung yells, stomping his foot. You can't help but almost laugh, catching yourself.

"Yeosang, what the hell man, I was BUSY here...." the brat says, pouting now at the new man, Yeosang. Sighing, Yeosang rolls his eyes (which were gorgeous btws) and turns to you, bowing. "I am so sorry for this major....inconvenience. Allow me to take him from here and -" "EXCUSE ME? MAJOR INCONVENIE---" Wooyoung manages and then his mouth is moving but no sound is coming out.

"Wow. That's impressive. Did you do that?" You ask Yeosang and he just blinks at you. "Aren't you..." he asks, waving his hand, at a loss for words. He wasn't used to people just asking questions.

"Normally humans scream or run away by now. Or you know, pass out." he sighs, shaking his head. You just walk over to Wooyoung, who is appearing to yell and stomp around, waving his hands and pointing at you and Yeosang dramatically.

"This is so cool, is it something I can learn? I have so many people I'd love to do this to." You say and Yeosang just tilts his head at you, staring at you confused with those deep dark eyes.

"I-" he starts, wrinkling his eyebrows. "I'm unsure, I've never attempted to teach anyone else. Though, because you're human-" then Wooyoung is tackling Yeosang and they are wrestling on your floor.

"FINE- FINE" Yeosang is yelling and then with a thud, Wooyoung is laying on his back on the floor. "---cking pay for this when we get...oh. I can talk." he says, then smiles and jumps up, brushing off his clothes, shirt still hanging open. He catches you eyeing his chest then winks at you, bringing a blush to your cheeks.

Biting his lip, he saunters at you and then Yeosang is grabbing his ear, pulling him back. 'No, Hongjoong and Hwa want you back right now. You've caused enough trouble for this poor woman."

"Nooo, seriously, she summoned me, Sang. SHE DID!!!" Wooyoung is pouting again, pointing at you. Yeosang is just shaking his head and sighing. "Actually...I don't know if I summoned...per se...." you mutter.

"SEE!" Wooyoung is yelling before you can finish. "Oh? But...how--?" Yeosang is asking and Wooyoung is covering Yeosang's mouth before he can say more.

"The details don't matter, she said words, I showed up! Poof, summoned!" Wooyoung nods and grins, folding his arms. Yeosang sighs once again and grabs Wooyoung's arm, holding up his finger to you. "Wait! Sangie no I--" then Wooyoung is gone and it's just you and the statuesque man.

"I am sorry about that. Sometimes he just hears people talk out loud, fricken demon hearing. Then he just does as he pleases. I truly am sorry about this."

"Umm, yah no problem?" you say, unsure what else you can say with everything going on. "What is your name?" He suddenly asks. "Oh...I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you." You hold out your hand and he stares at your hand for a moment, then your face.

"Don't worry, you won't remember any of this tomorrow, Y/n. And strangely, it was a pleasure meeting you." He pulls you to him, touches your head and then everything goes black.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"-----was just about to ..." Wooyoung trails off. Instead of your pretty form in front of him, he's greeted by Hongjoong's snarl and Seonghwa's annoyed but placid face.

"Tell me, Woo. What was it you were about to do? HMMM?" Hongjoong asks, pacing back and forth, clucking his tongue. "Well, you see, so this girl summoned me-" he starts and Hongjoong snarls, his eyes turning red and his fangs flashing as he is suddenly right in front of Wooyoung.

"Truth, demon. None of your stories. Or we can go to my room and talk." Hongjoong says and Wooyoung shakes his head furiously.

"Fiiiine! So I was out getting some snacks and I heard this female voice asking for a demon and she mentioned sex and stuff..."

Huffing, Seonghwa stands up running his fingers through his hair. "Woo, what did we tell you about eavesdropping?" he asks, shaking his head.

"LOOK. I can't help that I have superior hearing." He says, pouting and crossing his arms, looking away. Then Yeosang pops into the room, walking over to Wooyoung. Patting him on the head, he looks over at Hongjoong and Seonghwa.

"It's fine, I spoke with the human, who was oddly unphased by the majority of everything. I think she was more afraid of Wooyoung trying to take off his shirt than anything else."

"I'll have you know, she was just impressed with how sexy I am." Wooyoung says back, smirking at Yeosang. Rolling his eyes, Yeosang continues, ignoring the demon. "I took care of it, she's currently sleeping and she won't remember anything. Nothing to worry about."

Hongjoong takes it all in, letting his eyes fade back to normal brown and nods. "Thank you, Yeosang. Sorry you had to use your powers for this type of thing." he says, glancing pointedly at Wooyoung, who sticks his tongue out at him.

"I'm used to it, no problem. She was a strange one, that human." Yeosang comments, pulling the attention of the other two.

"How so?" Seonghwa asks, curious. "I can't put my finger on it, but she just seemed...different. Oh well. Why are you upset now?" Yeosang asks, turning to Wooyoung who was still pouting and making sad noises.

"I could have done so many things to her-" he says, sighing.

"No! What did we say about using your powers? Especially with humans??" Seonghwa is saying and Wooyoung sighs. "She wanted to though, it's not like I was gonna do anything bad."

"I'm fairly certain that she had no idea what sleeping with a incubus really meant. And though I know you don't want to drain her, Woo, you do tend to forget when you get carried away." Seonghwa was saying, comforting the poor demon. "I could explain it thou--!" he starts and Hongjoong turns and flashes his eyes again, shutting Wooyoung's tirade down before it starts.

"No, you've been good for ages now, I'm not going to let you get in trouble and be found out after having sheltered you here for so long. If the others were to hunt you down again, we'd have so many issues. It's been so peaceful for so long." Seonghwa was saying, drawing nods from both Hongjoong and Yeosang. "Besides, I'm certain you wouldn't want to draw that kind of attention to San or the others either, right?"

Wooyoung sighs and nods, sadly. "I know....I just...she was so interesting though." Yeosang looks at the other two and nods. "I will give him that. Something definitely was drawing me to her."

"Well, put it out of your mind. You love to cause trouble and that's the last thing any of us need right now. Do you not remember how terrified Mingi was last time when just that one demon found us?" Hongjoong says.

"Oh no, don't remind me, I had to cast so many stupid spells to calm him down." Yunho comes in, plopping down. "It was tiring. And poor Jongho had to stay in bear form for hours just to let him cry it out and cuddle him." Yeosang just shakes his head and sighs.

"Speaking of, where are the others?" Seonghwa asks the new man.

"Mingi is off watching some new anime in his room, not sure about the other two." Yunho answers, then looks at Wooyoung. "Ok demon, tell me all about this new human you found." And Woo perks up, eager to chat.

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Stretching and yawning, you open your eyes to the dusky light of early dawn. What the heck happened? Your face was currently half covered by your cat sleeping on you and you gently wake her and push her off.

"Let's get you some food, baby girl." you say, standing up and stretching again before padding over to feed the poor cat. "How in the world did I sleep all night? That's so rare, huh girl?" You say to the purring creature.

After feeding her, you boot up your pc and then settle down with a cup of coffee. Staring at the screen, you tilt your head. You remember trying to write earlier then....

You get a mild headache then your cat is looking at you, coming to sit at your feet. As she rubs against your legs, the headache fades and you almost spill your coffee.

"What the heck? I wonder where those demons went?" You say to the empty room.

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The memory was vague but slowly it came back over the next day. Yeosang, you think, remembering the beautiful man with the long dark hair, the deep eyes and the pretty birthmark.

Wooyoung, you recall later, thinking about the dimples and sexy pout, his bare chest...You gulp and shake your head. What the hell...you think, wondering what might have happened if Yeosang hadn't shown up.

Clearing your throat, you fan yourself and start typing away, finally having found some definite inspiration.

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@cultofdionysusnet @veronicasawyerschainsaw @shinestarhwaa

[theinfinitedivides]

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ey. it my mother's country and i love it to death but Dominica does vex me sometimes fr fr

[roguelov]

I have a little (not) dirty idea for you if you want to make this into a one-shot: Body swap with Dream... Maybe the reader and Morpheus are getting intimate and Morpheus then suddenly they somehow switch bodies. Morpheus kind of freaks out but Reader kind of gets into it cause they may feel slightly insecure if Morpheus enjoys f*cking the reader. (Hope that makes sense.) The reader (in Morpheus body) ends up enjoying pounding Morpheus (in the reader's body) and Morpheus also is getting into it also and knows how the Reader truly feels about him by body and mind. Maybe have Desire be the reason why it happened. (Hope this all makes sense)

Body switch??? Hell yeah

Desire random visit to the Dreaming only stirred Dream’s suspicions. They claimed to be the better sibling and try to establish a new relationship, however, they both knew Desire and their usually trickery.

“I am merely trying to be better, is that so hard to grasp?” Desire smiled like the Cheshire Cat.

“Yes, now please do leave. I am quite busy.”

Unlike yourself, he thought.

“Oh, now? But what about your mortal? I would surely love to -“

“No,” Dream’s voice boomed. “Leave, now.”

Desire only smirked. “As you wish, dear brother, but to show my good faith I’ll wish you and your mortal plenty of fun. And I hope you two become ‘two peas in a pod’ as the mortals say.”

Desire left, and put Dream in a sour mood for the rest of the day.

Days passed, Dream soon forgot all about their sibling’s visit and odd parting words. But, it all came rushing back when you and Dream were in bed.

He was nestled between your legs, watching you squirm and moan out his name. Then all of a sudden, he felt a tug on his chest and his vision blackened. When he blinked his eyes, he was staring up at himself.

“Dream?” You, in his body, asked slightly frightened.

Dream sneered. Desire.

Dream sighed, “It’s alright, my dear, I’m sure this will pass if not I’ll find a solution.”

Yet, when Dream moved such euphoria rushed over you. You were in his body with his cock snuggled inside of you.

“Oh dear god,” you dropped your head, into his - your - neck. You whimpered at the overwhelming sensation of the warmth and tightness. “Does - does … oh fuck … does it always feel this good for you?”

Dream’s heart skipped as his - your - body became flushed. He breathed out, “Yes.”

He wanted to roll his eyes back. He wanted to beg you to move. He felt full and yet he craved more.

“Dream,” you whispered. You slowly pulled out, before pushing back in. So, simple and easy. And oh so gentle, despite the growing fire of passion now burning inside of you.

Dream sighed blissfully.

You whimpered, already moving again unable to contain yourself, “Please, can - can I -“

“Please do,” he hummed.

He can deal with Desire later.

[thebougiegirldiaries]

Lowering Your Standards is Unrealistic As F*ck

Bougie Girl Tip: Never Lower Your Standards

1. You lose your self-respect over time and people will lose their respect for you.

2. If the roles were reversed, No one would ever lower their standards for you.

3. You have ultimately decided that you deserve less than what you actually deserve regardless if you are aware of it or not.

4. You end up settling for the bare minimum, and eventually you will be left desperate and unsatisfied.

5. Your confidence, self-esteem, and self-worth will always pay the price. 

As young women, we are often told by society that our standards are too high or even unrealistic, which often leads us to be pressured to lower our standards to obtain the things we want in life. But what if I were to tell you that lowering your standards is allowing anyone, and anything to have unlimited access to you? Picture your standards as a home, now ask yourself would you allow anyone into your home? No, I didn't think so. Lowering your standards is the ultimate level of self-betrayal and you will always be left disappointed and miserable with what you have settled for in the long run. Although it is imperative to have high standards, it is also vital to be intentional and realistic about what we want for ourselves and what we are attracting into our lives. We often hear this topic specifically when it comes to dating and relationships. Being intentional and realistic with your standards can help you attract the "right" people in your life, but you should also be able to ask yourself if you are capable of reciprocating those same expectations that you have placed others, without having to compromise your standards. You should never lower your standards for those that cannot reach nor maintain them. You deserve to be with someone who is of your caliber. Nowadays, it seems like everyone gets swept up in materialism and superficiality when it comes to the dating scene. Whether it be physical appearances, money, cars, clothes, attention, whatever you can possibly think of, instead of listening and leaning into that inner voice and what it tells you about a person. We misread and ignore those red flags that frantically wave in our faces from day one because we allow our attachment to a particular person to blind us from seeing the truth that was always there all along . We would rather dim our light and shrink ourselves for another person to fit into their world, or even meet their "standards" to become their "ideal person" than to be authentic to ourselves and honor our standards, to avoid chaos and self-destruction. Word to the wise, sis, you should never shrink yourself to fit into someone's box because no matter what you say, do, think, or believe, you will never be truly happy. There is someone out there right now, who will be able to meet and appreciate your standards with zero resistance or negotiation needed. You will never have to lower your standards for anyone who truly understands, respects, and is willing and able to meet and maintain your standards. Stand on Big business and don't allow anyone to make you feel insecure about having high standards or feel pressured to accept the bare minimum of what you deserve ever again. You deserve the absolute best in the world and don't accept anything less than that. Remember that the world is absolutely f*cking yours, babe!

With Love,

-Your Fav Bougie Girl 💓

[thewitch777]

Remember he was a fully Pisces 3 times. And his destiny is Virgo which means his karma which he brings in this life is again Pisces which is the same as mine. So i know what I’ve been talking about when I say that people like him especially pisces NEVER show their true colors. They DONT open up. They never say what they really think or feel it’s a form of protection bc these are very sensitive people. I don't want to accuse him of anything, but I do have the feeling that he was not always saying what he truly thought or felt. He said instead things what he was expected to say. What people expect an „evil person“ to say. You know? As I was said I don’t what to accuse him of anything is just my feeling. I think that he was beyond from all that what people had made out of him, and he was beyond that what he had said about himself he just didn’t wanted to let people know. And i can f*cking understand that

[jacksdinonuggets]

~Lost and Found Chapter 3

The morning after.

Notes: I just want to say thank you all for being so supportive and sending me asks. I love seeing a notification in my inbox. you guys are so f*cking awesome

Getting Vaggie back to sleep was pretty easy. The only problem was that she was now stuck. Since she couldn’t get back to her bedroom, she pulled out her phone. After ordering a couple of adult pacifiers, bed rails, and a few baby items to be delivered later that day, she shut off her phone and laid her head back. She grew so close to this girl within the first day of knowing her. It was strange but she didn’t look further into it. However, she couldn’t stop thinking about how scared Vaggie seemed to be of Adam or getting in trouble. She started to think that maybe she was forced into killing souls with threat of punishment if they didn’t do so. It scared her just to think about. Now that she realized it, she remembered seeing a few bruises on her body. 

Before long, the sun came up and shined through the windows, waking Vaggie up. She stirred and yawned a bit before stretching.

“Hey, did you sleep well?” Carmilla asked.

“Mhm, no bad dweams.” She answered, tiredly.

“Good,” Carmilla pet her head, “Your bandages need to be changed,” She pointed out. Now being able to get out of the bed, she walked over to the bathroom and came back with clean bandages. She set Vaggie in her lap to begin with her back.

“Can you tell me a bit about your life in heaven? You don’t have to if it’ll make you feel bad,” Carmilla asked as she began to unravel the bandages on Vaggie’s back

“Mk… was bad. I didn’t wike it. ‘Dam was mean. He hit me whenever I fall behind…” Vaggie could feel herself starting to age back up. She so badly wanted to stay small, but thinking about this made her start to feel big.

“Dun wanna talk about it ‘nymore,” she said, trying to keep small. If she aged up, there was a big chance she could experience regression block and she didn’t want that.

“I’m sorry, bebe, you’re safe here. All I want is for you to recover,” Carmilla assured her as she finished up her back. Once she was done there, she moved onto her eye. Luckily the pain meds were still working. When she finished with those bandages, she gave Vaggie a kiss on her forehead, trying to make her feel better.

“m sorry…” Vaggie mumbled.

“What for, sweetie?” Carmilla asked. At this point, this girl was now her daughter. 

“I bad. Was mean to your people…” Vaggie curled her knees to her chest.

“Its okay, you realized it was wrong, didn’t you?” She clarified. If the girl could realized she was in the wrong, then that meant she truly was sorry.

“Mhm. spared a few lives…” The small girl answered. She had spared a few kids in the past but would only get a harsh slap to the face whenever she would. she guessed Lute and Adam had enough of her when she saved that cannibal kid.

“And you apologized. I think that deserves at least a little bit of forgiveness,” Carmilla said. This made Vaggie feel a bit better. Unfortunately, her guilt passed over into her little thoughts, but the kind words of Carmilla helped them fade.

Suddenly, a loud growl erupted. Vaggie blushed. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning. Even then, she barely touched her food. She was too nervous to really eat.

“Is little one hungry?” Carmilla asked. She nodded slightly. So, the overlord got out of bed and made her way to the door.

“I’ll be back in just a little bit. Please, stay in bed, you’re not in the best shape to be up and about, bebe,” She said before getting an ‘okay’ nod from Vaggie. She needed to make breakfast but was a little worried that Vaggie would try to get up if she was gone. Though, she told herself that she was a good listener and would hopefully obey.

As Vaggie waited, she couldn’t help but become more and more anxious as time went on and no show from Carmilla. Did she abandon her? It made sense, Vaggie did kill tons of her people. She would abandon herself too. More and more anxious thoughts went on. She felt the walls start closing in around her. Her chest felt constricted and it was difficult to breathe.

She threw the covers off and swung her legs over the bed. As she tried to stand, the pain in her back flared up and she collapsed back into bed. She whimpered and hid her face in her knees.

She heard the door open and saw Carmilla standing there with a bowl of porridge and her bottle with a bit of juice in it.

“Mami!” Vaggie, with tears running down her face, made grabby hands for her caregiver. She was breathing heavily, as if she just ran a race.

Carmilla immediately put the bowl and bottle on the nightstand and pulled Vaggie in her arms and bounced her on her hip.

“I thought you w’eft me!” Vaggie cried, hiccuping while tears and snot ran down her cheeks and lip. Carmilla grabbed a tissue and cleaned up her face. She rubbed her back, trying to calm her down.

“Shh, its okay, I’m not leaving you, I just needed to make you some num-nums,” She explained. This helped a little bit but she was still hiccuping a lot and close to hyperventilating. 

After being bounced a bit, she calmed down and was set back down in her bed. Carmilla noticed her diaper was a bit saggy, indicating that it recently was wet. So she decided she would change her after feeding her.

Feeding her was pretty easy, no tantrums or meltdowns at all. However, when it came to changing her, the girl was obviously pretty uncomfortable. Even though she put down many pillows to support her back while she laid on the ground, that didn’t stop her from crying out. Carmilla kept apologizing the whole time. Luckily she was quick to chill out after she was set back in bed.

The girl took lots of naps for the rest of the day. Whenever she wasn’t Carmilla was doing her best to try to entertain her without Vaggie straining herself. All of her little gear came a little bit after lunch, which helped keep her busy when she wasn’t sleeping. Though Carmilla practically lost voice by the end of the day due to how many books she read. The girl was a little bookworm and loved the stories.

Vaggie was still feeling small about a week later when she was starting to walk again. She was crawl a lot but at least she wasn’t bound to her bed. Carmilla and her daughters helped her out a lot during this stage of recovery.

 Multiple times she would age back up for a couple of minutes and be extremely embarrassed. Though, Carmilla would explain that she was an absolute angel to take care of and didn’t mind her little side. She told her that she could stay little as long as she needed to. And so, Vaggie did. Whenever she felt small, she allowed herself to regress. She was feeling the best she’s ever felt mentally. 

Since angels tended to heal fast, she was able to walk fine in no time and no longer needed a bandage over her eye. Clara had made her an eyepatch because she was a bit self-conscious of her scarred eye socket. She really appreciated it.

Over the couple of days, Vaggie had become a carmine and learned many lessons about hell. But most importantly, she finally felt accepted.