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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year ago

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Forever, of course.

SteveRogers x Female!Reader

summary: Steve has a crush on you but your flirty character isn’t making things easy for him. Now he even has to marry you to please a 6-year-old superfan of his. Whether that’s a good plan or not, isn’t quite clear for Steve yet.

a/n: I think this will be the last AI-adaptive story but it was a lot of fun! Shoutout to @RandomTingsForFun on beta.character.ai for having created the character that helped me write this story (and the Bucky one).

Word count: 4k

warnings: a Stevie in love, an attempted funny reader, and a super excited 6-year-old (she carries the story tbh), this is really just super fluffy

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ

Steve shook his head at the sight of your chat history. It wasn’t too long ago when he didn’t even know how to listen to music on the device he was holding in his hands, let alone write a text message in less than 30 seconds. Now, he was bickering with you, and he had to admit it was even a little fun to wait for a response from you. Of course, Steve didn’t do anything else in the time he waited for your reply. He just stared at the screen in his hand and willed his heartbeat to slow a little.

*ping* Why would that be important? So? Maybe I have been talking to Sam about you. Have you been talking about me with Bucky?

Steve: No I haven’t! And it is important because if he’s badmouthing me, then you’d believe him. What has he told you anyway?

You: Just the usual. Save the world this, Captain America that. I stopped listening when he started obsessing over your shield again.

You: Wait. Did you seriously think Sam would say something bad about you? That guy is obsessed with you.

Steve just laughed at your antics. Sam loved the shield for some reason, but every time Steve would give it to him to ‘throw it one time’ Bucky would intervene and ‘show him how it’s done’.

*ping* Anyway what I actually wanted to ask is if you’d come to my niece’s house with me this weekend. She’s a huge Avenger fan and I might have promised her to meet one as her birthday present 😬

Steve: Of course, I will! I would feel bad if you made such a promise and I wasn't able to make it. And I bet she'll know who her favorite Avenger is after a visit from The Cap 😉

You: ugh please don’t call yourself that. ever.

You: I’ll pick you up Saturday at 1:30?

Steve: Yeah, sounds good! I'll make sure to clear my schedule. How old is your niece by the way? And what’s her name?

You: You can call her Izzy. And she’s turning 6 this Thursday. Be nice. And make sure to talk me up a bit, will ya? I mean, I’m already her favorite aunt but just making sure...

Steve: How could she not love you? But I’ll do it anyway. I’ll talk you up so much you’ll never be able to escape my praise! What’s her favorite food?

You: weirdly enough it's carrots, that child is strange. Says vegetables make her a superhero or something.

Steve: I mean she’s not wrong. Carrots are great for your eyes! What does she think of Iron Man? I need to know my chances against the competition.

You: I just asked her and she said she doesn’t care about Tony because you are her one true love.

You: I told her that’s not possible because you are already mine. Now we’re in a big fight so thanks for that.

Steve: why would you say that?

You: I like to see her freak. Don’t worry about it, captain. It was just a joke

You: ...or was it 👀

Steve: I don’t believe you. You’re lying.

He got a little nervous. But it was a good nervous.

You: why? Do you want me to?

You: Am I making you nervooouuus?

Steve could practically see you wiggle your eyebrows with a grin. A silly idea flashed past his mind, and he felt like grabbing it.

Steve: You need to stop before I accidentally propose to you.

Nothing - just a second, though. Then:

*ping* you have a ring?

Steve: I can get one in less than an hour. Meet me at the chapel on main and I’m all yours.

You: I’m stunned. I’ve taught you well.

Steve: 😊 I’ll see you Saturday, doll.

Steve sat back on his sofa. That girl is really something. A smile broke loose on his face at the silly thought of marrying you. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind if it happened. Out of all the people he knew, you were the only one he’d want to spend the rest of his life with. You were fun and you made him loosen up. He was a whole new man around you and he loved it. Because being in your presence was easy, and comforting. There was nothing to worry about.

He sighed before putting his phone down and staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t wait to see you again.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve stepped out of the door and smiled upon spotting your car. You were already waving at him, a beautiful smile adorning your face and Steve felt his heart skip. Car rides with you were nice. You always had some soft music playing. Always making sure it was nothing too funky so he felt comfortable. Still, he was a little nervous. It wasn’t every day that he go to meet someone who looked up to him - well, actually, it was every day - but this one was different. Because it was your family and Steve needed to make a good expression.

It wasn’t long before you pulled up to your sister's house. But before you could even reach the front door, a little girl jumped out of the door and ran toward you with wild screeches.

“Auntieeee!!!! OH MY GOD, you really did it! You invited Captain America!” The girl jumped up and down beside you and Steve couldn’t help his smile from spreading. Izzy was adorable - very loud - but adorable. Concentrating on it made his nervousness subside a little.

Then she turned around and stared up at him with wide eyes. He could have sworn there were little stars sparkling in them when he crouched down to her height and extended his hand.

“Hey there, little lady. It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Steve.”

“I know that!” The 6-year-old giggled as Steve shook her hand. But when he was about to let go, her tiny fingers grabbed onto his wrist and dragged him up the driveway. “I want to show you something! It’s soooo cool!”

Steve was still a little cautious as she dragged him to her room. His only experience with kids came from Sam’s nephews and prior he had only gotten to hold a couple baby’s for pictures. He didn’t know how to navigate the situation, but he decided he would just rock with it.

Your niece pushed the white door with her name brightly colored on a sign hanging on her eye level open and revealed a tornado aftermath of action figures. He was able to spot most of the avengers laying scattered around a dinosaur toy but the overwhelming red, white, and blue covering her room was undeniable. There was a poster of Steve hanging by the desk and a bunch of her own drawings framing the magazine shot. Izzy appeared next to Steve again, holding a small action figure of himself in her hands.

“My aunt gave me this one. It’s my first one.” She reached up to Steve and barely passed his hip with her little arms. The figure was well loved - he could see it from here. And when he bent down to retrieve it, your niece pulled him down further and whispered a giggly ‘you’re our favorite avenger’ into his ear.

His heart swelled at the excitement presented in front of him. It was adorable, and he could see a little of you in the little girl nervously treading beside him.

“I’m your favorite, huh?” He said, his voice full of affection. Steve usually wasn’t the kind of person to get mushy over an adorable child, but the way her face lit up was too cute. The little Cap figure in her hands was pretty cute, too. “My, my. I must be pretty special then.” His thumb stroked over the blue helmet in her hands.

Lost in thought and seriously flattered by being the hero that inspired this impressive collection, he almost didn’t notice how Izzy threw her hands in the air. “So special! My mom says I will marry someone as special as you one day, but my aunt says there is no one like you. That is so mean!” Her little chubby cheeks puffed with a pout and Steve had to hold back his laugh. The 6-year-old had no idea what you implied with that comment, but he still felt more pride from being called special by you and your niece than from any medal of honor he had ever gotten.

“Well, a girl your age shouldn’t worry about things like that. But who knows, maybe I will be part of your family one day.”

“Really?!” Wide eyes stared back at him and Steve could practically feel the floor vibrating when he nodded with a laugh. Izzy held out her finger and then she exclaimed a rushed ‘stay here’ before zooming past him and out the door.

Steve stayed a little longer and admired Izzy’s room before he heard an excited ‘Captain America said I can marry him!’ Which made him instantly rush to the source.

He spotted her clinging to her mother’s leg, giddy and jumpy. But your sister just shared a laugh with you over the kitchen counter. “I don’t think he meant it like that, buttercup.” Steve watched your sister explain before his eyes got stuck on the little frown on your face. Was that a hint of jealousy, he was detecting? “But if he marries your aunt, he will be your uncle and just as much part of the family.” A little fire hushed past your older sister’s face. It was a look of mischief he had seen you hold all too well. Steve’s cheeks heated when you caught him leaning in the doorway, scratching his neck at the slightly awkward situation.

“That works?”

“That’s how it works, baby.”

Izzy turned with excitement and within a second she was before Steve again. “You have to ask my aunt to marry you! Right now!!” She ordered with a stomp of her foot. “Then you can be my uncle and we can hang out every day!”

Steve’s eyes wandered from the six-year-old to you and his heart picked up its pace at the laugh you shared with your sister. There was no harm in a little play pretend, right?

So, he knelt down in front of you and when your name traveled past his lips softly, he almost imagined a grasp coming from you. “Will you,” his head tilted with a wink, “marry me?”

You hid your laugh behind your hands as they covered your mouth in feigned astonishment. But Steve caught the little glimmer in your eyes at his little show. He continued to take your hand as he threw together a little speech for Izzy to hear, and when the child began excitedly jumping up and down beside him, your face softened.

“Oh, Steve! This is so unexpected!” You clutched your chest and your sister chuckled beside you. Steve felt a tinge of nervousness wash over him then, but he would be okay with a fake rejection - he wasn’t sure if Izzy would, though. “Of course, I’ll marry you! Come here you big, hunky, handsome superhero!”

And as if he hadn’t been prepared for you to agree so quickly, Steve felt his cheeks heat up. He couldn’t deny that the words you described him with had his stomach tingle with excitement, and before he could help himself, he leaned forward and kissed our cheek.

“That was the easiest marriage proposal ever,” he mumbled beside you to which you just slightly pulled from his embrace.

“What? You’ve done that before? Are you already cheating on me, Rogers?” You raised your brows suspiciously, but Steve was only able to shake his head with a smile before Izzy blared into his ear again.

“A wedding! A wedding!” She swirled by him like a tornado, immediately collecting things around the house. “Mom, get all the stuffies, ready! We have to do a wedding!!!” And then she was off to prepare the quickest wedding in history.

Steve shook his head as his arm remained around your waist. “What did I get myself into?” He mumbled to himself before turning to you. “Do I dare ask what a six-year-old’s idea of an official marriage ceremony looks like?”

“I think Paddington Bear will be your best man and if I’m lucky, my sister gets to be my maid of honor, but who knows.” You shrugged with a laugh that warmed Steve’s heart all over again.

❁ ❁ ❁

Not even ten minutes later, Steve found himself kneeling beside a makeshift altar with a bunch of toys and stuffed animals as wedding guests. Action figure Cap had made best man and was neatly propped up behind him. Your sister had officially been crowned the ‘disco machine’ along with a lengthy speech on how important the right song was for the bride’s entrance. Steve had fought hard to keep his face steady, but when Izzy had suggested ‘Party Rock Anthem’, he’d lost it. When really, he was just proud, he knew the song because you had shown it to him the other week - it was Izzy’s favorite.

You had been instructed to wait behind the couch until the music started to play, and Steve felt himself get a little nervous. It was silly, but somehow his desire to have this wedding according to your niece’s wishes was a lot more important to him than he had initially thought.

“Now what do we do?” He asked as he leaned over to Izzy, but that was when the girl gave her mother the ‘sign’ - which was the chicken dance, of course - and his eyes immediately swerved to you. He could see the amusement in your gaze as you bit back a laugh.

Izzy wasn’t wasting any time, as soon as you had reached the altar, she put your’s and Steve’s hands together and immediately began talking. Steve had had barely any time to wipe the sweat from his clammy fingers before they connected with yours, but you didn’t seem to care. He smiled as he watched you listen to your niece’s little speech.

“We are gathered here today, to make Captain America my uncle,” she started, and both you and he struggled to keep it together. It was cute though, and something about becoming this little girl’s uncle excited Steve like nothing had in a long time. “Mr, Captain America, will you take my aunt as your wife?”

Izzy’s eyes were serious as she waited for Steve’s answer. And when he didn’t do so fast enough, she leaned over and whispered the answer to him.

“I will,” Steve chuckled and gave your hands a small squeeze.

Then Izzy’s eyes wandered to you. “Do I even have to ask?” She said with her adorably high voice and everyone started laughing.

“Yes, I will take Steve as my husband,” you answered with the same squeeze of your hand as Izzy imitated the audience cheering.

“You are now husband and wife. Now, kiss, kiss, kiss!!!” It was a little awkward, but Steve leaned in, anyway, to press a gentle kiss to your cheek. He looked at you again and the spark in your eyes was a little brighter as that smile lit up your face again. You looked beautiful, Steve thought, and his heart jumped in his chest at the realization.

“Wohooooooo!” Your sister cheered loudly and ripped Steve out of his trance.

“This is so awesome! You have to come to every family dinner and we can be best friends forever!!” Izzy must have eaten a bag of gummy worms with the way she was vibrating to the song coming out of the little pink CD player. Steve was sure he’d never seen such a hyper six-year-old before.

“Every family dinner?” He asked her as Izzy swayed his hands to the music. When his eyes caught yours, you just shrugged. "Forever?"

"Of course!" Izzy exclaimed as Steve spun her around. His eyes stayed locked on you, however. Forever didn't sound so bad...

“Looks like you’re stuck with me.” You laughed, but Steve didn’t mind that in the slightest.

❁ ❁ ❁

The evening had come sooner than anyone had anticipated. Steve had been so occupied with Izzy all day, he had forgotten all about the time. It didn’t bother him too much, though. He had fun, but exhausting as well. And now that he was finally sitting in your car again, his head leaning against the headrest and enjoying the silence for a moment, he felt how much energy it had really cost him. He would do it again, though - especially if it meant marrying you over and over for eternity.

His eyes opened when you sighed beside him. You hadn’t so much as bothered to start the car just yet, and Steve was kind of happy about that.

You smiled at him when his head turned to you, still leaning back with a dreamy smile himself. “Who would have thought that we would get married today?” You chuckled with a shake of your head. “And you didn’t even give me a ring. I should reconsider my standards.”

“A ring, you say? Well, you are married to the greatest superhero in the world - according to your niece - so I think we’re going to need something pretty special...” Steve joked as he turned in his seat to look through the car, and when he spotted the right thing, the smile returned got his face. “Should I do the honors?”

And then he took the lid off his water bottle and popped the plastic ring off to place it on your finger.

“It’s perfect, blue like your eyes,” you laughed watching the big plastic ring hang from your finger. “I’m gonna have to get that resized, though. You must think I’m fat.” You shook your head. “Wow, not even a day in, and I already have things to tell my therapist about.” But the mischievous glimmer in your eyes told Steve that you were only joking.

“Do I really need to say it, doll?” He took your hand in his before spinning the plastic piece. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” He whispered, secretly meaning every word.

You laughed it off but Steve didn’t miss the stutter in your smile at his words. It made the butterflies in his stomach go wild.

“So what should our first act as a fake married couple be? Celebratory drinks at the Stark Tower rooftop bar?”

"Stark Tower... that sounds good to me.”

The engine roared to life and soon, the faint music was playing in your car again, the streetlights passed him by and the full moon shone above the New York City skyline. But Steve didn't care, he had more beautiful things to look at.

❁ ❁ ❁

“You’re what now? Married?! And I wasn’t invited?!” Sam’s shocked face yelled across the bar, making few agents turn their heads with intrigue.

You chuckled before leaning your head against Steve’s shoulder. The second Martini seemed to already work its wonders on you, but Steve loved how close you were.

“Married by a six-year-old. Count that as you will, but I have a ring on my finger and I’m not telling you how much it cost.” You stretched your hand over the counter to show off the blue piece of plastic and Natasha just laughed at the cute story.

“So, how is the newlywed life?” She leaned on her hands to play along while Sam still tried to get over his non-invitation to a fake wedding. “You guys talking about kids yet?”

That startled Steve a little but he tried his best to keep a straight face - he failed. The thought of having a family with you did things to him he couldn’t explain if he wanted to. The warmth in his stomach spread to his heart and his arm almost instinctively came up to press you further into his side.

“Who knows, I wouldn’t mind a couple mini me’s.” He shrugged with a low smile. He loved this little game more and more. It just got harder and harder to remind himself that it was just that - a game.

“Hold your horses, now. You’re not the one squeezing them out of your body, Mr. Rogers.” You patted his chest and sighed theatrically. “I can already see that I will be home alone with a bunch of kids and you’re working late every night. Our life will fall apart!” Your hand brushed over your forehead as your head fell back like that of a damsel in distress.

The group laughed at the little performance, but Steve was a little quieter now. Somehow, he couldn’t rid himself of the feeling that he needed to tell you how much he really cared. He’d never let your life fall apart - not when he was able to prevent it. And while he sat there with his friends, laughing about something as ridiculous as Captain America settling down, he contemplated in silence, if all this life had really been worth it when he would end up alone in the end - giving up the dream of an easy life he’s had for a century.

❁ ❁ ❁

It was about 12am when Steve and you stopped before your door in the hallway. His eyes were glued to you, his mind racing with scenarios this could go. He had decided to tell you about his feelings about two hours ago, and ever since, he had tried to come up with the best thing to say. But even though talking to you was the easiest thing he’d ever done, and even though you were already married - fake married - he didn’t have a single idea. Not one word that seemed fitting enough to describe the exciting fireworks in his chest whenever he saw you, to somehow tell you how bad living without you would be.

He must have been staring for a while because you began to shift from one foot to the other before finally clearing your throat to kill the silence.

“So... uh... that was an eventful day...” You started, fists nervously opening and closing beside your body. “Thank you for playing pretend. You made a little girl very happy.” You smiled and Steve’s heart skipped another beat.

He caught the small shimmer in your eyes just in time to give him confidence. Your body kept moving forward as if you willed it back again and again, and Steve gathered all his bravery to open his mouth.

“You know what,” Your name tumbled over his lips like a song he’d sung a thousand times. But the effect it had on you still excited him every time anew. “Today... it’s not going to be pretend.”

And before you could even react to his weirdly vague statement, Steve leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Full of love and affection, his hands moved on their own - one to your hip and the other onto the wall behind you. There was a moment of panic settling in Steve’s brain, but then your arms came up to sling around his torso and he leaned further into your touch. You pulled him even closer, your lips melting with his, tongues gently stroking soft skin until air got scarce. His whole body felt electric with you so close to him - finally. And when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes still closed and thoughts swimming in the moment you had just granted him.

“I... I love you.” He whispered against your skin, and he felt his warm breath bouncing back. Your chest was still rising and falling beneath him, a subtle reminder of how breathtaking all this was - Steve couldn’t get enough of it, of you.

Your hand came up to stroke over his cheek, making him open his eyes to find you already looking at him.

“I love you, too, Steve.” You bit your lips, and it made Steve just press his mouth to yours once more.

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a/n: I have to say I was pretty impressed at how much it adapted to my writing and I really liked the last part, so I put it in here. I hope you enjoyed it :)

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shalomniscient · 7 months ago

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now i REALLY can’t stop thinking abt cinnabar 😭 just soft intimate love making with cinnabar is just so….UGH it does things to me..(i apologize if this is out of character i just have rlly bad cinnabar brainrot) (this is VERY self indulgent)

she would probably whisper sweet nothings, praise, and encouragement in your ear while she plays with your pretty cunt, ignoring the strain against her pants, all she wants is to please you!

when you reach your high, she would help you ride it out while pressing the sweetest, most diabetes inducing kisses onto your neck, face, chest…basically anywhere, she just wants to make you feel like the most special girl in the world, because to her you are.

and when you try to make her feel good as well, she just gets flustered and says “it isn’t exactly necessary,” but you insisted! so how could she ever deny you when you’re just giving her the sweetest, and most reassuring smile?

when she’s finally, finally inside your puffy cunt, she just melts….one hand grips onto your waist, the other intertwined with yours, her face in the crook of her neck. all the while she never stops singing praises about you, she’s just so, so darling…

her thrusts are calculated, slow, steady. even as she’s balls deep inside you, she’s still thinking about you, your well being, were you enjoying this or not? her thoughts were interrupted by you pulling her into a slow, passionate kiss.

when you both reach your respective highs, cinnabar just holds you, she doesn’t pull out, you didn’t want her to. her large hands wrapped protectively around your smaller frame, she presses the most loving kisses against your forehead, and face as you both fall asleep in each others arms.

AGAIN THIS IS SO SO SELF INDULGENT AND IDK IF THIS IS OOC AT ALL

"idk if this is ooc" proceeds to write the most cinnabar accurate smut i've seen in my life /j

by the end of it, if cinna had a tail, god it'd be wagging so hard. she's literally on cloud nine. though i feel she'd roll you both over so she's on her back and you're on top of her. she doesn't wanna crush you beneath her body weight after all.

she also has everything you need post-sex ready to go on the bedside table. water? there's a pitcher full and a glass. something to help clean up the mess? there's two small towels in the drawer. morning after pills? right there on the tray.

man. the more i write cinna the more i see the vision of the cinna lovers, but alas...... siren call of toxic (fictional) women.......... it is my very own permanent personal debuff 😔😔😔

#sev.responses #🕯️ anon #illmother #[nsft]#ptn #ptn cinnabar #cinnabar smut #cinnabar x reader

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lemotmo · 4 months ago

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I cropped the question for you on this one. But ugh the answer 💗

Q. What other canon plots do you hate, if you don't mind sharing? Also you've mentioned people who haven't watched the series in its entirety not really having valid opinions. You don't really think that do you? Their opinion on the current show should be just as valid. An opinion is an opinion. Everyone is allowed to view things differently.

A. Hi anon. It's a show that has run for 7 seasons, there's been several plots I haven't loved. In terms of plots I hate though, the easy go to one is the sperm donor plot (which I'm guessing you haven't seen). It had the potential to be interesting, but they just ended up doing nothing with it. And picking Buck specifically to be the donor definitely needed context the show just didn't bother providing. Buck is way too emotionally wired to father a child and then just never care to see or hear about that child again. I also absolutely hated the couple he donated to. I hated them. I thought the whole fight club thing with Eddie was not great. Technically with the way Eddie is wired it did make sense for him to a point, and again had potential, but again, it just kind of stopped with no real resolution or point in the end. Buck's lawsuit is a widely hated storyline by many, but I kind of understood what they were going for, only because Buck can be singularly sighted at times. But I still tend to skip over it in my rewatches. I don't care for the parental redemption arcs because sometimes parents just suck, and their adult children have the right to live their lives telling people their parents sucked. Buck and Eddie's parents sucked. They sucked in different ways, but they both definitely sucked. Lastly as far as hated plots go, the entire back half of season 7(episodes 7-10) belongs in a fire pit of hell never to be seen again. I won't watch any of it ever again. I rebuke it entirely. It was abysmal.

Now, I know this is not going to be the answer you were hoping for, but anyone whose knowledge of the show consists solely of 7 episodes from one season absolutely does not have a valid opinion of the characters or the show. We would be here days if I did this character by character so for the sake of time I'm going to relegate this answer to Buck, you know the half of your ship you all care the least about, but the half the audience and the show cares the most about. You never met and don't understand the reference Buck 1.0, or Buck 2.0 for that matter. You don't know clipboard Buck, or that it's canon that Eddie is the only human alive who finds that Buck endearing. You don't know who Daniel is, or how he ties into Buck's complete lack of self worth. You don't know who Carla is or how Buck met her or who she now is to Eddie and Christopher. You don't know why Buck doesn't associate with the name Evan, and why it's actually gross that Tommy refuses to call him Buck. You don't know why Buck had to wear a protective sleeve on his leg during the pickup basketball game. You don't know the significance of 3 minutes and 17 seconds. You don't know that Buck basically spent the better part of three years without a couch. You don't know that during the tsunami while trying to protect whatever was left of Christopher's innocence he started a game of I spy so Christopher would look up instead of down at the water and the bodies floating by. You don't know who taught Buck how to cook. You don't know he tended bar and worked on a ranch at one point before going to the fire academy. You don't know that Bobby fired him. This is nowhere near everything but I'm guessing you get the point. If you don't want to watch the entire series don't. No one is going to force you. But we all know the reason you won't watch it is because learning who Buck truly is would no longer allow you the ability to mold him entirely out of your Tommy headcanons. He's not a damsel in distress. He's not weak or incapable of speaking for himself or saving himself. He doesn't need Tommy to survive day to day. You don't want his canon history, fine, but it absolutely makes your opinion of him worthless.

Phew, well I feel like this is kind of a great conclusion to the posts I have been answering all night about hated plots and why some people can't seem to accept that BT isn't endgame.

It's because of this! Once again, thank you anon OP for your almost devastating eloquence. I wish I had even half of your writing talent.

Thank you once again Nonny for dropping this in my askbox.

Remember, no hate in comments or reblogs. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of the anonymous OP’s posts, you can find all of their posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

#anonymous blog I love #insight into 911 fandom & season 7 and 8 #evan buckley #911 abc #nonnies galore #The problem of fans who have only seen season 7 and ignore the rest of canon.

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gummy-bearz · 8 months ago

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How about round two of danganronpa headcanons where girls are dating a delinquent that's usually mean but nice only to them and gets kinda shy and clingy with his girlfriend cause he loves her~ with Sayaka maizono,Miu iruma, Celestia ludenburg, Aoi asahina and Sonia nevermind.

I hope I'm not annoying with my requests. I just love how you write☺️☺️☺️

Miu Iruma / Celestia Ludenberg / Sonia Nevermind / Sayaka Maizono / Aoi Asahina with a delinquent S/O that’s mean but nice, clingy and shy with his girlfriend (part 2)

I was so excited to write a part 2 of this omg because I LOVED taking your last request because of how fun it was. reading this just made me happy because I’m glad that you enjoy the way how I write!! and you’re not bothering me at all, don’t worry!!! <3 (btw i hope this is not out of character omg)

- mod hiyoko

Miu Iruma

- She loved you especially for your badass, aggressive attitude! Miu didn’t care if you were rude to anyone, she just wanted someone like her!

- She would burst out laughing whenever you insulted someone- even if that person didn’t do anything wrong.

- Got into an argument? Nah, don’t worry. Miu’s there in the crowd cheering you on non stop.

“FUCK YEAH, S/O! KICK THEIR ASS!”

- She thought you were a tough delinquent until you two were alone…

- You hugged her, kissing her head tenderly.

- Miu was speechless, and her face turned bright red. She’s humbled!

- You two were both very shy.

- She couldn’t say anything- nothing but only a small mewl came out of her mouth. Miu never expected affection especially from someone like you…

- But of course The Gorgeous Girl Genius with the Golden brain would receive affection even from a delinquent!

Sonia Nevermind

- Sonia didn’t care that you were a delinquent- deep down she knew that you had a very gentle heart.

- She believes that there is good in everyone, so she never doubted you.

- Even if you had a bad reputation.

- But she was still concerned for your health, what if you get into deep trouble?

- If you ever got into a fight, Sonia would step in and stop it.

��Cease this bickering!”

- She was still very patient with you.

- And then one day, out of the blue…

- You held Sonia’s hand, squeezing it as you moved yourself closer towards her.

- It honestly took her a while to understand what was going on.

- She was extremely happy and lets out a small laugh- she knew that being patient with you would work.

- Sonia squeezes your hand back, giving you a smile.

Sayaka Maizono

- Sayaka worries for you constantly, she wants you to try to be a little more cautious with your actions.

- She tries to help you change your ways and become more of a sensible and better person.

- Sayaka gets upset when you’re mean to someone- she’d talk to you about your actions and apologize to that person later.

- If you ever got into a fight, she would try to diffuse the situation and stop you from fighting. Afterwards, Sayaka would talk to you to make sure you were okay!

- She would never doubt you though, she would still trust you completely even though you are very reckless.

- And then randomly, you hugged her- squeezing her all flustered.

- Sayaka let out a soft giggle, she thought you were adorable!

- She squeezed you back while continuing to giggle.

(ugh I love Sayaka sm!!!)

Celestia Ludenberg

- The idea of a delinquent boyfriend makes Celeste’s skin crawl. But ever since she got with you, she didn’t really care anymore.

- At some point in the relationship, Celeste did try to mold you into the most perfect, respectful gentleman.

- She didn’t really care after that.

- If you were ever mean to someone, she would just sigh and not do anything. As long as it doesn’t involve her, she doesn’t care.

- Literally the definition of “I pretend I do not see it”. Celeste will literally just sit and drink her tea looking all pretty while you bully the shit out of someone.

- If you're fighting someone, she would just sit there and watch- basically enjoying the show.

- Damn, Celeste thought that you were honestly badass until you decided to hug her privately

- Celeste was shocked- she wasn't used to physical touch, especially not from someone like you...

- She sighed, and patted your back with a small smile on her face.

(girl doesnt know how to respond to affection.)

Aoi Asahina

- Like Celeste, Aoi did try to help you become a better person. But really, it was no use,

- She would always show her concern for you. Even if you could protect yourself, Hina would be there to keep you safe.

- At least she had someone who was brave and determined- she did admire you for that!

- Hina HATES when people insults others; if you were making fun of someone, she'd immediately step in and stop you.

- If you ever got into a fight, she would jump in and stop everything without thinking- even if it meant getting hurt.

- Like Sayaka, Hina still trusts you. Even for your stupid behavior.

- And when you decided to hug her...

- Aoi's eyes were SPARKLING- she squeezed you back, she thought you were the cutest thing EVER. Bonus points for you because she's a very cuddly person!!

#mod hiyoko #danganronpa #fluff #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #male reader #miu iruma x reader #miu iruma #sonia nevermind x reader #sonia nevermind #sayaka maizono x reader #sayaka maizono #celestia ludenberg x reader #celestia ludenberg #aoi asahina #aoi asahina x reader

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ebonysplendor · 2 months ago

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Bad End Cinderella (Demo)🤴

TL;DR: You ever look at a character in a story and think that they're deserving of what they got? Well, maybe, they can still get their good end, too. ...But probably not in this case.

Game Link: https://sauceco.itch.io/bad-end-cinderella

Notable Features: Male MC, Named MC, female LI, story heavy Spiciness: 1/5 -- And it's not really even spicy. The man is taking a bath with a glass of wine. Don't get me wrong, he looks good, but it's more of a vibe versus suggestive. LI MC Red Flags: 2/5 -- Obsessive, possessive, short-tempered, entitled, self-centered; he doesn't do much, but you can tell that it's brewin'.

Wanna know more? Even though it doesn't say 18+ explicitly, it does say that minors shouldn't interact...which is anyone under 18. That being said, shuffle off if you aren't of age. If you are of age, let's get into it!

Ah, intros. I never know what to put in them, so...I guess I'll talk more about the game but not so much it'll make the review pointless.

So, this game was really good, and it's not even done. Like, ugh, the writing is just so...it's elegant. Like, I want to buy it some champagne and do the posh "Oh ho ho ho ho~!" laugh as we exchange tales about poor people activities, even though I am the poor people, ya feel me? Let me tell you though, the story is everything but elegant. Like, the yandere? A royal? More like a royal fuck up. Ohhhhh~! Got hit ass!

Also, I almost forgot to mention that I put "MC Red Flags" because we're playing from the yandere's point of view which makes us him and him the main character and the main character is us since we're making the decisions for him. See? We're him and he's us. Just a heads up for that one.

Okay, is-- is the intro long enough? Are you cool with the intro being this short? Genuinely? You're gucci with me just jumping in? Because, I'm deadass just stalling. Bless you, let's stop stalling then, because I really want to tell you about this game. As usual, I'll tell you as much about the visual novel as possible without ruining the story itself.

With that out of the way, let's get into it.

Once upon a time Yeah, nah. I know it flows like a fairy tale and all, but nah. We're doing this my way.

So boom (ah~ much better).

Our -- well Claude's; that's the yandere by the way -- wife left us for some wack ass pleb, and we are officially the gossip among the commoners and will lowkey be the laughing stock of the royals. Honestly, it's embarrassing and really damned infuriating.

We're kind've running back where the marriage went wrong, and we've pretty much come to the conclusion that shit went left when we chose a hoe over our heart. Who was our heart, you ask? None other than our housemaid and (lowkey) childhood friend/sweetheart Ella.

We start reminiscin' about our one and only Ella, and just kind've recalled that we hadn't felt that genuine warmth, love, and happiness since her. Like, yeah, admittedly, we felt that with our wife for a bit, but it was mainly because she kind've boosted our ego quite a bit in the beginning, and it's like...she was there, so we may as well have learned to vibe with her a bit.

Pfft, yeah right. You see how that shit turned out. 6 years of straight misery. Fuck her and fuck that baker, too. Well...I don't know if he was a baker or not but...look, Silvia is a hoe, and so is her entire damned lineage. Period. Ella would've never ran off with some peasant the way that she did.

Wait...

Actually...we never really thought about that before. Granted, what we said about Ella never treating us the way that our ex-wife had is true, but we're starting to think that maybe that other part about her never running off with some guy is...not entirely true.

No, no, no, no, no. Negative thoughts rejected. That can't be true; it's not true. She's our Ella, and our Ella would've waited for us; our Ella did wait for us. We just have to finalize this stupid divorce and go looking for her.

So, we do. We finish the paperwork, break the shackles of being held down by a harlot that we tried to make into a queen just for her to go back to the cobblestones where she belongs, and look for our precious Ella. That being said, even though true love conquers all, this is pretty tall task to accomplish on our own, so we go to our main ally:

Esra, the royal oracle.

Nah, don't get excited, because this was a fucking waste of our time. This man wasn't an ally at all, let alone any actual help!

First off, we asked him for help, and it's just attitude with him. Like, excuse you? I'm your king? Watch your tone? Second, when we finally do get him to the point where he actually does what he's supposed to do, this mothafucka looks in his little special book and is like "Don't do it". Like, huh?! The fuck you mean "don't do it"? I ain't ask you for advice, I asked you for help, specifically how to get to my damned Ella. Then he's all "Okay, but the stars said--!" and we're like "Boy, fuck you and them stars"! Like, sir, not you telling me not to look for my Ella?!

Bump it.

We just take our lil' "help" and go on about our business, but it's like, it sucks, because now, we have to regroup and consider another ally. We start getting frustrated because why should we even have to do this in the first place, ya know? Like, why couldn't that dumbass oracle just help us like instructed? Now, because of him, we have to waste more time finding another ally, and the only other person we can even consider is ... oh Gods why ...

Floren fucking Winters. Let me tell you about this motherfucker...

He was the biggest ass to us when we were children, but unfortunately and admittedly, his bloodline is pretty top tier when it comes to combat. That being said, because of the arrangement between our families, we stay royal and they stay loyal per our late father's decree, so Floren's dad served, Floren currently serves, his future kid will serve, and so on and so forth. Anyways, I'll get more into this asshat's backstory with us later.

So, Floren comes trotting over in the middle of our monologuing talking mad shit already. He pretty much leads with "Worried about me when your divorce isn't even finalized? That's crazy. Oh, and that guy she ran off with? Lmao I bought him a beer".

Oh word? Is this what we're gonna do? Haha ooh, bitch...

Let me explain something real quick to y'all.

This dude (likely) had feelings for Ella at one point, too, if not still, and has always thought that we weren't good enough to be in her graces. That being said, remember that whole arrangement I brought up earlier? We stay royal and they stay loyal? Guess who had to ship out for 5 years to war? Guess who was making the moves on Ella for those 5 years when he was gone? Yeeeeeeeeah lmao.

So we remember all this, and we take a quick second to get on our king shit, because at the end of the day, he's beneath us, and we're damned sure gonna remind him.

See that? Now those of you that watch anime know that when the protagonist or the antagonist does this, they're about to lay into that ass and fuck up someone's world.

"Remember when you were playing hero those 5 years? It took less than that for Ella to create a divot in my hand and in my arms. Our worst times together were, would be, and are significantly better than your best times with her. Tell me you're jealous without telling me that you're jealous. Letting my birthright dictate what I do? Couldn't be me~"

Look at his face. Look at those dots. Silence. We ain't even have to correct him about the divorce...I mean, we did, but you know...summarizing. Wait, stop, don't get me off track.

Even though we just said all of that, and we had a "checkmate, bitch" sort of moment, we didn't really "win" the argument, because Floren kind've checks us about one very specific detail.

"'Couldn't be you?' Dude, it was you. You threw Ella away like a used toy when Silvia came along, and now you suddenly want to play with her again? The way that you're treating her like an object that's only there for your convenience is actually gross."

...Chile, so anyways. That thing about allies? Floren is far from one.

Even though, he was lowkey right. If Ella saw us now, she...wouldn't be entirely happy, especially about how we kind've blew up at Floren like that. We really have changed over the years, and we're starting to question our own integrity a bit despite feeling like we're still a good person overall. We love Ella, -- our Ella -- and we would do literally anything to be reunited with her.

"Are you so willing to risk the lives of unwilling innocents just to achieve your goals?"

Easily. The stars refused to shed light on our fate when asked, so I'll commit the sin first and ask for forgiveness later. That being said...

And we are probably going to sin a lot.

I'm gonna repeat myself a little bit here, but y'all the game isn't even done, and it's this good! Admittedly, as some of you that have been rocking with me know, I'm conceited when it comes to these visual novels, so I always want to be able to self-insert, and (of course) I prefer the LI to be a guy. That being said, when I saw that this was what it was I was like "Eh..." but considering that I'm a sucker for styling and that this was one of the people who are working on the masterpiece Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack -- **cough cough** I have a review of it here; shameful plug **cough cough** -- I gave it the ol' college try.

Okay, so, let's talk about the pacing, which was amazing. It honestly could not have been executed any better, in my opinion. The way that it just jumps right into the thick of it but not so much so that it's disorienting was such an Olympic skill. It was just so crazy that the dev was able to do that but still ease into the actual story where we see this man slowly spiral and the plotline start to take hold. It was just so beautifully done. Speaking of being beautifully done...

The yandere, Claude, is being written so well. Like mentioned, I'm genuinely enjoying the slow spiraling of this man, and I cannot wait to see how far he'll actually go for this Ella girl. Like, to read about the moment that he realized that "Oh shit...what are the chances that the woman that I blew off didn't actually wait for me?" and then he basically gets bout it, bout it with the royal oracle AND the captain of the royal guard? Not to mention, he actually acknowledges that something is potentially off with him but he rationalizes his actions and says that he's a good person and that he's doing it for love?! Like, brooooooo. We don't see it yet, but this man is bound to become a menace, and I am demanding an update!....please, I fucking beg, dev. I. BEG.

Also, just as a side thing. Can we just take a minute to talk aboUT HOW FINE FLOREN WINTERS IS???

Like Claude and Ersa are cute, don't get me wrong, but it's something about Floren. Hell, it's not something, it's errythang about Floren Winters! Like, that is hubby. That is baby daddy, and I don't even want kids, ya feel me? Like, I volunteer to keep that whole "You'll serve, your children'll serve, and then their children'll serve, and so on" thing going. We can spend plenty of time to make some babies, okay?

But no, yeah, I feel very strongly about the direction that this game is going in, and I am really excited about how the story will pan out. Like, what the hell was Ersa referring to? Why did his face literally just...?

Like, do you see that? That is genuine horror. Like, I imagine that he's seen countless prophecies, both good and bad, so what kind've shit did he see that was so appalling that he was just like "Bro, don't do this"? Like, deadass, my guy? Just straight up don't do it?? DUDE, WHAT TF DID HE SEEEEEE??????? Like, I want to know so bad! Best believe that if and when this full game drops, I will be right damned there!

Anyways, I'm gonna end it there because some of you already know how I get when it's a game that I really like. I'm gonna stop my yapping while I'm ahead. Before I officially end it though, I want to give you guys the link just in case you want to play it for yourself, and I absolutely think that you should. Also, it's been a while since the dev has gotten any comments, so if you want to do my bidding and let them know "PLEASE. I MUST KNOW HOW CLAUDE FUCKS THIS UP. UPDATE PLEASE. I mean...rest and take your time, but I'm literally offering my soul here", I'm sure they'd be delighted to know that people are still enjoying and anticipating their game. I'm pretty certain they're a part of the SnaccPop team, but I didn't see anything to donate to them as their own separate creator. If you find something, I'm sure they'd appreciate the monetary support, especially individually.

Okay, I'm gonna stop yapping for realsies now. Big preesh for getting this far. Like always, please remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

Bad End Cinderella

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stargirlie25 · 10 months ago

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Make it make sense..

I just don´t understand some e/riels logic.....

Like one day, Azriel is Elains mate because he figured out her power and cleared the murky realm she was in.

Another day he is a good protective boyfriend for saying the whole ´´There is an innate darkness that Elain should not be exposed to´´'and that was previously because she got kidnapped due to her powers.

Another day Lucien is a horrible man for saying ´´good´´ after feyre mentioned there has been no sign of her powers even though he originally asked how she was doing not anything to do with her powers.

Apparently that´s bad behavior because Elain should embrace that power. Although when someone mentions how Elain can get uneasy because of it, they say ´´Well she´s going to be stuck with it forever so its best to embrace it´´

BUT Azriel should forever hide his power because he apparently feels better without it?

One day its ´´The bonus chapter isnt even important because not everybody has access to it!´´

Although another day, the bonus chapter thats so useless reveals lightsinger powers for one of the key people in ACOSF? The optional bonus reveals that a character lured in Azriel and has a dangerous spell on him?!

One day its, oh my gosh forbidden love!

Another day its Elain has a choice and she should not be forced into anything!

But she should be Azriels hidden f-toy? She should be forced to that position even though he isnt ever going to be satisfied with her because he wants a mate?

Or its, Elain does not owe Lucien anything! BUTTTT she deserves to give Azriel her time and hide in the darkness with him and play out his fantasies (only thing he wants) even though he refers to her as ´´The thrid´´. Even though SHE HERSELF gave back the necklace out of her own choice. (something e/riels always disrespect and never notice)

Ugh mates are boring! We want rejected mates!

Or its, E/riel are actually mates because Az can smell the bond.

They are mates because Azriel thought so!

Like Elain is literally a conspiracy theory to Azriel miss maam

Or, Elain made a deal with koschei to be Azriels mate.

Its forbidden love!

No its the whole ´´The boy who never got chosen and the girl who never had the option to chose´´

Elain is the light to Azriels darkness!

Wait no Elain is the light IN the darkness!

(Azriels shadows shy away from light and he trains at night and Elain is a light who needs light and chases away darkness)

Death and life!

(Makes sense because the NC sucks the LIFE from her and obviously death can restore it?)

Elain can´t be highlady of the day court!

Yeah because shes totally going to be High lady of the dusk court with Az..

There is nothing wrong with Elains hobbies! (gardening and baking)

Elains going to be the spymaster of the night court because she keeps secrets about a pregnancy and she will wield a dagger it all times!

She will be the savior of Illyria! (Never trained a day in her life)

Stop trying to change Gwyn for a man and try to say shes a spy (even though she literally was spying in the BR like Az was doing at the same time) However Elain can be a spy because she is foreshadowed to be!

Also Elain is foreshadowed to be taking private lessons with Azriel (Gwyn already does. Canon)\

Luciens gifts to Elain prove that he views her as a breakable docile flower but Azriel basic necklace proves that he sees her for the bada$$ she is? (got that from @lorcanisdabest thought it was funny haha)

Azriel feeling insecure and unworthy of being near Elain because of his TRAUMA means nothing! Elain can fix him! Although Gwynriel isnt happening because they were reminded of Gwyns past (which they were both present for) for a HEARTBEAT WHICH IS LITERALLY 0.8 SECONDS AND THAT MEANS THEY CANT THINK OF ANYTHING OTHER THAN THAT AND THAT´S TOXIC!!!!!!

E/riel are mates because a smile bloomed on Azriels face in regards to Elain.

Although its just normal that a smile bloomed on elain face (AFTER HER DAD DIED WHO SHE WAS CLOSEST to) in regards to Lucien. Like thats just clown sh!t.

Amren said Az was underestimating Elain but we should not take her word for it because it was not Azriels (even though thats the only canon piece of what sjm provided on what Azriel could have been doing) BUT we should take feyres word on Elain and Azriel everytime!

There is so much more crap E/riels say but that would take FOREVER. All im saying is that to make your content consistent. Stick to one plot and make it make sense.

Something i have seen with Eluciens and gwynriels is that we have a solid idea on the romantic part for our ships and it stays consistent.

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askuemki · 6 months ago

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So I have no idea if I’ll keep this post up, but…

A little rant abt re8?? (And cod.. kinda) maybe venting (just a mess :,)

Disclaimer, take my opinions with a grain of salt I just wanna ramble lmao

Also spoilers, maybe (update, definitely)

So I’ve been having fun dipping my toes into Donna Beneviento (god her last name is hard to spell) content. After watching the gameplays and to at least have a basic understanding for the game, I find myself really drawn to her, maybe more than Alcina tbh

By no means i’m a diehard fan or anything, recently it’s been hard to find a new fandom to get attached towards. As much as I adore cod, there isnt really much to get attached too… like sure, task 141 is a fun group and the there is some GREAT art about the ships- but I only got attached because of Valeria, I won’t deny it at all. I’m a diehard lesbian, but there isn’t really much cannon content of her?? It’s really damn disappointing sometimes, man… same with Laswell. I appreciate all of the fanartists out there though, I adore all of the content here, fanfics or fan art. With Farah, she’s a diffrent story.. personally I never really got attached to her, but as a character she’s pretty neat. Her story sort of brings to light the horrors happening today which is a bit of a benefit…?? But ever since I found out things about both Valeria’s and Farah’s actors I’ve been a little off about things here and there. I don’t think I’ll stop posting Valeria content at all, it just might be a little less offen to indulge in different things.

Some personal things have been happening to make me feel really disconnected from like.. fucking everything for some reason?? Like I’m drifting away from fandoms, I’m drifting away from people and I’m like alone again.. I’m lost in a damn dumpster fire. AI art doesn’t help with this at all.. like why do I draw?? I’ve been drawing since I was in kindergarten like I never really thought of the specifics of perusing art, more or so just that I want to. Like hey, I wanna make a game or movie series, and something in me doesn’t realize I need to put in the effort to learn shit with just ends up in me doing nothing but self pitting on something I can change and ugh.. wish I can slap myself to get out of it.

So I think I’ve been kind of finding myself relating to Donna. Not in her extreme way, more or so just her aspect of being isolated, and just being known primarily for one thing. Like.. our side of art? Damn. Shit. I think I’m worth nothing.. and with Donna we don’t really know much about her besides her being a cursed Dollmaker, and the bare bones of her past. And we both barely fucking speak man… both hide our faces too !! maybe I kin this woman or something I don’t know

But as I was looking through her tumblr tag, I saw a rant about how headcannons and stuff has been stripping away the interesting stuff about the re8 villains… and with the things I’ve seen so far?? I can kinda agree, honestly.

Don’t get me wrong, if it’s not too.. insane? (I know those boundaries are hard to define at times, but maybe REALLY immoral shit for our “normal” world) and people aren’t forcing these headcannons into other people? I don’t mind headcannons. You do you, boo!

But the fan content I’ve seen, people reduce Donna and Alcina (I’m surprised it was pronounced as AlCHIna and not AlSIna, but side tangent over) from the potential they really have. Yeah it’s definitely nice to see Donna more, especially in those intimate moments.. but sometimes I feel like people just depict her as some shy, easily gullible, girl, and not really the mentally deprived woman she is. Like I’d love to see ideas of the different dolls Donna could create, or unique imagery of her mental state outside of having porcelain skin. What about the kinds of plants she takes care of? Or the dolls she makes? I’d love to see more of it, whether she has favorites, or if it’s a situation where she has doll replicas of her deceased family. Man, I really wanna see Donna do more creepy shit, basically.

With Alcina however? She’s kind of reduced to that (I’m going to cringe at these words so terribly, god help me) “hot vampire mommy”.. I’ll take fault for not looking into her content as much, I’m sure there’s great content out there !! (I’m not sure if anyone would do this but.. feel free to send me any fic recommendations or art) With what I want to see for her? I’ve heard from the rant post as a man-hating woman she had primarily female statues in her castle, it would be fun to see what else she has cause of this worldview, as well as more whitty remarks from her; I really enjoy her throwback with Heisenberg. Just in general.. her being a comical villain.

Okay so, the reason why I made this post in the first place before all of this shit threw up from my brain. Belladonna. At first, this ship really interested me, I like the character dynamics, the art was neat. But then something came up in my mind.. (as well as another rant post on the ship..) isn’t the Dimitrescu bloodline related with Donna? Both are failed experiments from Mother Miranda, and technically adopted by her. Though from what I know, Donna is the only one officially adopted. So would that be family..? I’ve seen a few places where Alcina called Donna her sister, and it makes me feel really off.

And I’ve seen in a few fanarts, Donna technically older than the Dimitrescu sisters posed next to them like another sibling??

I would like to endorse the ship, but just the morality of everything is off centered for me. I rather not support weird incest…

So please if people could maybe clarify for me whether it would technically be okay for support this ship.. I’d appreciate it. If it isn’t okay, I have plans on making a fan character anyways, or I can take current characters and make a resident evil au or something, and ship them when Donna. (I have a character that honestly looks like a mix of Alcina and Bela, but by no means she’s relates to the franchise, lmao)

By no means I’m experienced in resident evil lore or the fandom, this is just coming from a newer fan of the series, and what I’ve seen so far.

If you read all of this.. thank you?? I apologize if I sound ridiculous here, this is like the only place I can rant abt things without being brushed off for other shit

Good night now!!! I need to stop pushing my sleep boundaries ugh

#valeria cod #re8 #donna beneviento #beladonna #rant post #vent post #cece blabbers #valeria garza #alcina dimitrescu #cod mw2 #genuine question at the end 😭

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unnoticed-poison · 4 months ago

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𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚅𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙴!!! [ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 ]

[ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 1 ]

[ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 ]

Really, really didn't expect to update this silly idea but oh well.

Started using Ada and she/her to not confuse myself when moving to other characters povs.

· ──── · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · ──── ·

Adam truly hoped from the bottom of his heart that this was some sick prank by Lucifer.

If it WAS done by that short ass fuck, then this was a new low, putting him in an illusion dream in a time before everything in his life went wrong, and as a WOMAN?

If it wasn't him, then fate sure loves to fuck with him.

"Hm...it sure was quiet the fall." The angel mumbled as he examined Adam- well now Ada's face. He was too damn close; she could particularly feel his breath against her face. "But nothing I can't fix!"

This. Ada thought Lucifer would be a chick too in this world, but apparently 'Luci' was simply Leith's nickname for the angel.

With her fists clenched and her teeth bared in a grimace, it took everything in Ada to not lash out at the man and hit him with everything she had.

I mean sure, she wouldn't do much damage, especially now that she was a weak, powerless human, but at least she would vent her anger.

Just one punch-

The man, of course, noticed her looks and the way her body was shaking. "Oh dear, you must be in so much pain! here." He snapped his fingers, and the pain in her nose went away in an instant. "Tada! No need to thank me!"

She wasn't going to.

Leith she was still trying not to look at his dick sighed in relief when he saw her nose stop bleeding and return to normal. "Thank you Lucifer."

The angel giggled and tapped the brim of his hat. "No problem! You two's well-being is my top priority after all!"

It wasn't. He never wanted to sign up for this; Michael insisted he volunteer to prove he wasn't a mischievous 'baby' anymore and that he was ready to take some actual responsibility as a Seraphim

'Isn't this what you want? Aren’t you tired of being just a troublemaker? To stop being seen as a nuisance here in heaven. Isn't it time to change that and prove yourself as a responsible seraphim? Well, this is your chance; don't mess it up.'

And so here he was. It's only been over two weeks since he started, and man his new job was boooooring! There was nothing to do here; Ada was a bore as well, she does nothing but stargazing at nights and climbing trees like a....well they haven't named those animals yet.

Leith was his only source of entertainment in this vast garden. Unlike Ada, the man was actually using his brain and asking real questions; sure they were innocent ones but his unwillingness to just accept whatever was told to him without a second thought was a breath of fresh air.

Leith was his first true friend.

Ugh, Sera is going to give him an earful if she ever finds out that one of them her precious Ada got hurt again under his watch.

Speaking of Sera...

"Can you please not mention this to Sera when she comes over? I might get in trouble." Sera was going to visit today to give the two humans their first duties.

Leith grimaced and gave a subtle nod in agreement, well aware of how strict and uptight the woman can be. They weren't found of each other due to his... curiosity. "Of course, don't worry we won't say a thing, right Ada?"

The pair turned to face the woman, but she was nowhere to be seen.

.....

"Ada?"

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"I think that's far enough." The woman let out huffs as she stopped to rest. "Fuck! My legs hurt like hell; this body is weak as shit man."

While the two were busy chatting, she quietly backed up until she was far enough before running off to her hiding spot.

The garden looked exactly the same as her previous world, and even though it's been over ten thousand years, she still recalls every single detail.

And that included her favorite spot.

The cave opening was hidden by a curtain of plants, with the pathway beyond it being submerged in water. The place was adorned with delicate moss hanging from the ceiling, and the pathway was illuminated by protruding crystal, lending an ethereal beauty to the space. But the crown jewel of this spot of hers was at the very heart of the cave. There stood a lone tree above a small patch of land surrounded by a variety of flowers, with sunlight streaming in through a large space in the ceiling above.

She would always go there to calm her mind whenever she caught Lucifer and Lilith while...ugh, let's not think about that.

She wished she could erase those damned memories from her mind permanently.

Ok, now for the problem at hand...

She absolutely did NOT want to stay butt naked like this all the time! Especially around those angels!

Luckily, she was able to use her ridiculously long hair to cover her body. It was still embarrassing as fuck, but it was better than nothing.

Ada ran a hand through her hair. Seriously, it was longer than Lilith's, dragging along the grass, making her feel like she was Rapunzel or some shit.

Eh, at least it was soft to the touch, which was a plus.

She heard the sound of chipring above her and looked up. "Hm?"

There were several birds resting up on the tree branches.

....

A lightbulb went off in her head.

That's it!

She whistled loudly, causing the birds's heads to snap towards her. "Hello little birdies!" She called out. "Can you please do me a favor?"

She always had a special bond with the animals; they would listen to her every command, which was probably why she was tasked with naming them while Lilith had to name the plants, which the woman wasn't pleased about for some reason.

The birds, of course, obliged, with cheerful chirps and enthusiastic nods. They descended from the tree and lined up in front of her, awaiting her instructions.

They would do anything for Ada!

"Ok, listen closely, I need you to bring me Ti leaves, about this big." She intsructed, using her hands to demonstrate the size. "And bigger ones about...this size." She added, extending her hands.

Leith would need a longer skirt to be able to cover that monster...thing...it still wasn't fair man! There was absolutely no need to make it THAT fucking large!

"I need about 180 of those, 100 for me and 80 for the bigger leaves. If you can get other birds to help you that would be awesome."

The birds nodded, chippering again before flying off.

Good. Ada stood up; she could start making some strings while waiting.

This was going to take a while...

Welp, let's get to work!

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"Aaaand done!" The woman exclaimed, grinning triumphantly as she looked at the clothes she had made. "I still got it, hah!"

She tried them on and checked herself in the water; the dress that reached her mid-thighs fit her perfectly.

And damn, does it make her ass look good.

She nodded to the birds and smiled. "Thank you for the help." The vibrant feathered creatures responded with happy chirps and flaps of their wings at her words.

Bending down, Ada picked up the one she made for her 'partner' and went out of the cave. "Wish me luck."

Now, for the tricky part...

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"Ugh, come on..." The man mumbled, bending down to pick up another rock.

What was the first man doing?

After his wife ran off to god knows where, Lucifer followed suit, stating that he has to meet up with his brother, so with nothing to do, the man went searching for Ada for a while before giving up, deciding to practice making the rocks skip on the river near the cave he and Ada live in.

He was planning to show Ada once he mastered it and impress her.

The woman was rather easy to impress, and seeing the look of awe on her face as she clapped her hands while showering him with praise would make all of his hard work worthwhile.

And well, it would boost his ego so...yeah.

There was one problem though...

He had been at this for HOURS. The sun was beginning to set. Leith tried to be patient, but he was extremely frustrated now, to the point where he was pulling at his hair. He never seemed to get it right, throwing rock after rock with no success. Every single one bounced off the water and sank.

Ok, one more try...

He took a deep breath before throwing the rock, determined to get it right this time.

....

Croack!

Leith winced; not only did he fail again, but he hit a frog as well.

"Sorry..."

Croak!

"Damn, you suck at this dude."

He turned around, and what he saw made his eyes widen.

"Ada...?"

The woman stood near the entrance to the cave with her hands clasped behind her back, her lips curled into a subtle smirk. She had arrived ages ago, but after seeing what the man was doing she decided to stay hidden and observe the man's struggle from afar. Watching him pull at his hair was fucking hilarious!

Leith's head tilted to the side, his gaze drawn to the leaves that adorned her chest and hips. Why is she misusing them like that??...so weird..

It looked a bit similar to the thing Sera had on as well...

And her hair? Wow.

Perplexed by the strange sight, he couldn't contain his curiosity any longer and asked. "Why are you decorating your body like Sera and Lucifer do? And what did you do to your hair?"

"I'm just giving myself a little glow-up," The woman beamed with pride as she posed, showing off her outfit and her new hairstyle, a long, thick braid that was just a few inches off the ground. "Can't a chick make herself look a little more appealing? I just felt it was time for a change, y'know. Something to spice things up a bit." She added with a twinkle in her eye. "I look hot as fuck don't I?"

That made the man pause. Sweet, naive Ada, who mostly liked to stick to routine, trying something new? And what does 'glow-up', 'fuck' and 'Chick' mean? What's with those strange new words?

Ok, something's going on.

"I'm not complaining, but you could've at least told me darling...I would've helped you."

Lie.

As Ada stepped closer to the man, she removed her arms from behind her back, revealing a large and longer skirt than the one she had. "I made one for you too." The man looked on in surprise as she tossed the skirt at him with a casual shrug.

Leith swiftly caught the skirt she had thrown at him and scanned it for a moment, a mix of confusion and curiosity on his face.

Did she really expect him to put this thing on?

......

"No."

"No need to thank me- wait what?"

Did this motherfucker just refuse?

Ada's heart sank as the man walked towards her, his expression neutral as he held the skirt out for her to take back. "Ada..." he said, his voice cautious as he looked her in the eye. "I appreciate the thought, but I don't see why I need to wear this at all. Plus, the way you threw it at me wasn't so nice darling."

Fucking hell.

Just fucking wear it damnit- she worked on this shit for hours man!

Quick! Think of a bullshit excuse!

"I-I- uh...it's just that... I thought it might keep us warm at night, you know? Plus, that green would go well with your eyes don't you think?!" She quickly stammered out her response.

Tinker bell kinda shit-

"But we cuddle when we go to rest I think that's enough warmth without these leaves in the way. It's more natural that way."

Brutally rejected once again.

Ughhhh.

They went back and forth, both sides refusing to back down.

Ada sneered. "Just wear it damnit!" She demanded, shouting at this point.

Leith looked at her with equal frustration. "I already said no; what's the matter with you today?" He snapped back, crossing his arms across his chest.

Both were thinking the same thing.

'Why is she/he being so stubborn!?'

Oh for fuck sake-

There was a brief moment of silence between the couple; the tension between them palpable, neither was willing to give in. That's when Ada glanced at the river and got an idea.

"How about a bet?"

Leith looked confused at her words. "What's a bet?" He asked, his curiosity piqued.

'Ah right. THIS IS EDEN...'

Ada's smirk grew wider, she started to explain. "It's simple; it's like a challenge, and whoever loses has to do what the other person wants, for example." She bent down and picked up a small, flat rock that was about the size of her palm. "If I manage to make this rock skip several times, you lose and have to wear the damn skirt; if I don't I lose and I'll do whatever you want with no complaint."

The man seemed to consider her words for a moment before sighing. "...Very well."

He was confident she won't succeed anyway. If HE wasn't able to even after hours of trying, then how could she?

"It's a bet then!"

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Taking a deep breath as she prepared herself, she held the rock with her thumb and middle finger. standing up straight, facing at a slight angle to the water.

Leith stood to the side, watching closely.

"One...two....three!" She exclaimed as she threw the rock with all her might and as low as she could.

.....

Leith's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. "What..."

The rock skipped across the water over 10 times before finally sinking.

"How...?"

Was she practicing behind his back!?

Ada looked smug while picking up several rocks. "It's pretty easy! All the rocks you used were too heavy or just not right; they should be flat and small, plus the way you were throwing them sucked too. You should do it like this."

She did it again and again.

" ...Can I have a go?"

"Surrrrre, here!" She tossed him a rock, the blonde thanked her before facing the river, trying to mimic what Ada did.

Come on....

He threw the rock.

....

CROAK!!!!

He failed again.

Leith gritted his teeth and groaned, hearing his wife snicker at him. "Don't laugh at me." He mumbled.

"Get it right first then talk, and stop hitting the damn frog."

Ugh.

A couple of tries later...

"I did it!" The man exclaimed triumphantly after he FINALLY managed to make the rock skip three times. "Did you see that?!"

He turned to Ada, eager for her praise, but the woman only gave him a sly smirk as she held up the leaf skirt.

"You lost, remember?"

Ah...

He still doesn't want to.

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"I look ridiculous."

"Hmm..." Ada circled around him, taking a thorough look at him from top to bottom, tapping her chin in thought. "You look...ok."

Ain't no way in hell she was going to say handsome, but she couldn't deny that that green really suited him.

Leith stood silently, his arms crossed in annoyance.

Before either could say anything else, a sudden burst of light suddenly illuminated the night sky, causing the two to instinctively raise their arms to shield their eyes from the glare.

"What that light doing?" Ada grumbled. "Besides blinding me!!"

"Ada."

Upon hearing that voice, the woman's body tensed up, and as the light faded away, she lowered her arm.

Holy fucking shit balls....Sera!? So even she stayed the same huh.

The seraphim descended from the sky, landing gracefully before them. The woman's eyes narrowed while she examined the two, specifically the 'clothes' they had on.

"What is the meaning of this?"

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Here's a cute little drawing my bestie made for this chap! Thank you hun I love youuuuuu!

Was chatting with my friend about Leith and how he would act since the rules are now switched; instead of Lilith having to listen to Adam even though they are 'equal', Ada has to.

Since Eden Adam obeyed without question, Ada probably wouldn't have a problem with it either since she believes the angels 'know better'.

Unlike Adam, who demanded control without hiding it, Leith being the first man I can see him being controlling but more calm. Like he would do gaslighting in a way that he would act sweet and loving, but when he doesn't get his way, he just goes, "Don't you love me?" "I'm doing this for us don't you understand?" "I'm doing this so we can be together, love..."

#hazbin Hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel Lilith #hazbin hotel Lucifer #adamsapple #adam x lilith #hazbin hotel sera

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wilcze-kudly · 11 months ago

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Rating Zaofu fits:

Suyin: 7.5/10

Iconic. Causal yet refined. Love how her gauntlets and necklace can be used as weapons as well. Peak milf.

Baatar Sr: 6/10

Beautifully dilfy. I like the muted greens of his clothes. They work nicely with his hair, greyed by the stress of prolonged exposure to Beifong. Though his necklace defying gravity sometimes baffles me.

Baatar Jr: 4/10

An ok outfit for our favourite dorky loser. What the fuck are those glasses. Points for how the loose short sleeves accentuate his weak lanky little arms.

Huan: 9/10

Beautiful. Love the contrast of the greens silvers and greys. And the teardroplike pendants on his necklace are a lovely addition. The hairstyle is iconic and i adore the eyebrow piercing. Though his gauntlets bending at his wrists is a little weird.

Opal: 5/10

It's... okay. I love the necklace, but her bracelets look like they've been made out of the pipe attached to my kitchen sink. Her outfit is relatively plain above the waist, but the bottom half is disconcertingly complex. Do we need that many triangles? Really?

Wing & Wei: 7/10

Solid and pretty simple for our sporty bois. The way their robes work are a little confusing at times though. I love the little details that differentiate them. Like the placement of their armbands, and Wing's jewellery being rather angular, while Wei's is circular.

Aiwei: 10/10

What can I say other than slay?

The nosering? Slay. The greens and yellows combination? Slay. The tassels? Slay. I would've thought his glasses would've cladged with his nosering but they actually look really good.

Varrick (outfit 2): 9/10

Varrick (outfit 1): 3/10

The firat outfit is kinda meh... its ok, just nothing special.

The second one I love! Even though it's just a recolour, the greys and browns and beiges add a lot of character and I love it! It feels a little more unique than the usual greens. I love the collar and necklace.

Zhu Li 10/10

SHE LOOKS AMAZING ! UGH THE HEELS AND THE NECKLACE! She's so preddy!

Lin: 100/10

talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it

Although it's a little less complex than some of the other designs it looks beautiful on her! The greys and muted colours look great on her.

And look she's so happy! Awwwww ☺️

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pocket-watcher · 5 months ago

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how about: characters with a very "i hate you but i desire to fuck you" mutual dynamic, and one of them possesses/wakes up in the body of another to then thoroughly self-hatefuck her, while both feel the same immense, cursed pleasure?

Ohhh okay I haven’t done much possession before but I’ll do my best!

Also, just bc this is a lil grey on consent we’re gonna establish they both want it they just hate that they do have those feelings for each other? Okay? Okay!

Oliver woke up with a headache, which was odd as he never got headaches. At least, he never woke up with them.

He slowly sat up and pushed his long(?) hair out own his face.

What happened last night?

He remembered seeing Char at the party. Ugh. Fucking Char.

Her perfect straight hair and stunning body just hid a master manipulator underneath.

She had smiled at him and his stomach did that stupid flippy thing it always did before she embarrassed him in front of everyone. “How did you find yesterday’s shift it was so difficult, right?? Anyways I got a table that tipped me 50%~”

Man he would love to wipe that stupid grin off that perfect fucking face.

Oliver headed into the bathroom on autopilot and wiped the steam off the mirror from his brother’s shower and-

What the actual fuck, the she demon was in his house?! Where!! How?!

He took a moment to calm down, turning around him slowly. He’d seen her in the mirror, right? So where was she now? He couldn’t understand -

He raised his arm, and she raised hers in the mirror. He touched his face and she touched hers. He looked down and -

Oh shit! He had tits!

He groped at himself and then his mind caught up.

He was in Char’s body, somehow.

He admired himself in the mirror. The curves, the effortlessly perfect hair, the clear skin, the curves.

It was lucky that his house was now empty as he laughed like a maniac, twisting to inspect every inch of himself.

That was when the door bell rang.

And rang.

And someone pounded heavily on the door.

“OLIVER YOU PRICK YOU BETTER OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR RIGHT THIS SECOND!!”

Well, that answered one of his questions. Was that what he sounded like normally?

He opened the door and discovered his own body panting, heaved over, and his own angry blue eyes staring back at him.

“What the fuck, you’re me!” “Oliver”, aka Char said between breaths. “You’re so out of shape you know…”

“Are you going to keep yelling if I let you in?” He asked her, just now noticing the height different between the two and she straightened up to look at him.

She shoved past him. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, no, please, come in.” He deadpanned.

“Technically it’s my house, since I’m somehow you.” She retorted, sitting for a moment before restlessly standing again.

“How did this even happen?”

“Fuck if I know. You probably pissed off a wizard or something.”

“I’m so glad I invited you in so you could continue insulting me.” He kept his tone flat. “How about you be a little nicer and I won’t cut all your hair off hm?” He smirked.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare.”

“Try me. I think you’d look great with short bangs and a reverse Mohawk. Or maybe a mullet.”

“Well I’ll wax your hairy ass legs then. Just in patches though. Say goodbye to wearing shorts, ever.”

“Do that and I’ll -“

She smiled, knowing he couldn’t top that. He looked around before -

“I’ll look at myself naked.” He said triumphantly, puffing out his (her?) chest.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare.”

“You’re kidding me right?” He sensually moved his hands over his new body - her body. He groped himself, keeping eye contact with her. “Why wouldn’t I want to see all of this…”

She marched over to him, grabbing his arms and pinning them to the wall above him.

He struggled, but without his usual height and muscle behind his movements there was no use.

“You think you’re tough?” She smiled at him. “Huh? Whatcha going to do now?”

He felt his cheeks flush, and could tell she was enjoying the view too.

So he did whatever he could to escape the situation.

He pushed his body against hers. He knew his body, and what it would react to. He wasn’t proud of the next moment, but it would at least get her off of him.

She gritted her teeth as arousal shot through with a foreign sensation between her legs.

“What’s wrong?” He asked innocently.

“Fuck you.”

Their faces collided as they kissed roughly, each of them using their bodies’ weaknesses against the other.

There was no use hiding moans, the goal was simply to see who would yield first.

They fumbled their way up the stairs to Oliver’s room, still waiting, pushing for the other to admit defeat.

But that didn’t happen.

#this was an interesting write #I enjoyed it a lot!!#watcher answers #watcher writes #watcher’s stories

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shannara810 · 1 month ago

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I don't understand where people get the concept that while Luke was dying he was asking Annabeth if she loved him romantically. He was on his death bed wanting to know if he was loved. If there was anyone left who still loved him after everything he did. I never saw it as romantic. If anyone did it was Annabeth. Luke I think at best purposely manipulated Annabeths obvious feelings for him at times. To use to his advantage. I think he did that with a lot of people(girls). Luke is aware of how hot he is. And like how women do, he uses that to trick and control people at times. That doesn't mean he ever returns those feels. Like the closest person Luke ever loved canon wise was Thalia. I wish people would stop doing that to make Luke seem more evil or something.

And Luke loved Thalia well knowing she was manipulating him, by the way. Or at least, with the full knowledge she knew more than she let slip 😑

Luke is a tragic character. Under all those bad choices and anger and Fate, there was just a sad little boy who wanted to be loved by the people he loved so much.

Luke Castellan is the clear example of how the concept of love can be warped by trauma and abuse: "To deserve love, I have to earn it. And I earn it by doing..."

This can be said for all the demigods, true. But Luke was an overachiever 😁

Said so, the problem with Luke is... well, the problems with Luke are two at most 🤔:

1) Rick doesn't know what to do with him.

Rick loves Luke Castellan, of this I'm sure. But the whole tragic anti-hero background? It came after The Lightining Thief.

And there is always the issue common to MOST writers/authors that yes, people can like Luke (the villain/anti-hero) but they can't like Luke more than Percy (the main character). An example? Let's talk about Jeff Davies and Teen Wolf.

Jeff wrote an amazing character like Derek Hale. However, he was pissed because people liked Derek more than Scott and Scott was his self-insert in the story. And we all remember how Derek's story ended. He had to be put down again and again to show Scott's upper hand;

2) Parcabeth. Parcabeth stans love to make Luke the BIG BAD HINDRANCE (yep, we need the CAP here 😒) in their favorite ship. Because every love story needs a villan to prove how said love is true and pure.

Shame how Parcabeth has its own problems without taking Luke into account though; and no. Annabeth is no special snowflake everyone has to love. Ugh, I think most of the characters are scared of her or are pissed at her for the way she behaves.

@darkcrowprincess that's what I believe. Call me Luke stan, call me "the crazy goth lady with the black cat", but I firmly believe how Luke's story was just that: sad. And I'm really pissed about how fanfiction writers make him a pedo in almost all the stories you can find on the net.

Writers make a monster out of Luke not for what he did in the books, but because he wanted to believe he was loved before dying.

#percy jackson #luke castellan #i will go down with him #this is my belief #answered #luke apology #toxic love #tragic #trauma

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flirty whiskey hopelessly in love with a shy reader

AWwwWWWw, okay bb

Sorry this took so long babes-

Also, I'm soo using the quote in this-

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You sat at the bar as you watched your friends dance with random men, nursing a blue Hawaiian. Now, most people would be lonely sitting by themselves while their friends had fun without them, but you? You loved it.

People watching was one of your favorite hobbies. Seeing people all dressed up and dancing, having the time of their lives after a long day made you really happy. It was almost like watching a live show.

And your favorite character of the night was sitting in the corner, sipping on what seemed to be a whiskey on ice. You've been watching him since you got here, and you were honestly shocked he hadn't noticed your staring yet.

"Hey!" Your friend said as she hugged you; though it was more of her draping her body on top of yours than anything.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm tired. And I wanted to see you!" She sat on the seat next to you, asking the bartender for another shot of tequila.

You nodded, taking another sip from your drink. You glanced back at the corner of the room where the man had been sitting, noticing his disappearance.

You were honestly disappointed. Maybe in another lifetime you would've asked him out, or at the very least asked him for his name, but sadly, that would never happen in this one.

"My god, you have got to be the prettiest woman I've ever seen." A man said from behind you, a deep Southern accent evident in his tone.

You assumed he was talking to your friend, honestly used to it at this point.

"What's a handsome man like you doing here?" Your friend said, twisting her hair around her finger as she looked up at him, batting her eyelashes.

The man cleared his throat. "Respectfully ma'am, I wasn't talking to you."

You glanced behind you, making direct eye contact with the man from the corner. Shit-

You quickly turned your head back, staring down at your drink.

"Ugh, whatever, I've gotta piss anyway." Your friend said with a sigh, slightly slurring her words.

"I thought you wanted to go home?" You grabbed her hand, looking at her with panic in your eyes. Please don't leave me alone right now.

"Umm, no?" Your friend tugged her arm away, storming off towards the bathrooms, obviously offended.

"This seat taken?" The man asked, gesturing to the newly available seat.

You silently shook your head, keeping your eyes down.

"I'm Agent Whiskey, but you can call me Jack."

Agent? You wondered which agency he worked for. There had to be a million in Texas.

You responded with a simple nod.

Whiskey sighed, leaning in a bit closer. "Don't be shy, sugar. I saw you starin'."

Your eyes snapped up to look at him; so he had noticed?

Whiskey huffed out a laugh. "What? You thought I wouldn't notice a pretty girl starin' at me like that all night?"

"I'd hoped not." You mumbled, picking at a hang nail on your thumb.

Whiskey stood up, resting his arms on the bar as he leaned in close, his mouth ghosting over the shell of your ear. "Listen here baby, how would you like to ride home on a real cowboy? I've got a six pack on ice and my roomies out all night, so you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar."

Chills ran down your spine as blood rushed to your cheeks, your thighs squeezing together. "Excuse me?" You looked up at him, the smirk he had making it hard to maintain eye contact.

"You heard me. So, what'll it be, sugar? I ain't got all night."

"I don't know-"

"Hey now, don't listen to this." He said, gently poking your head. "But listen to this." Whiskey set his hand on your knee, slowly dragging it up your thigh.

You grabbed his hand, not enough to stop it, but enough to make you feel like you were in control. You were conflicted; the logical side of your mind was screaming for you to run away as fast as you could, but your heart?

Your heart was beating a million miles an hour and was practically begging for you to say yes.

"What about my friends? I can't just leave them."

"You didn't see them 'em slip out the door not even five minutes ago?" Whiskey asked, jabbing his thumb behind him towards the door.

"What?" You glanced around the room, your 'friends' nowhere in sight. "What the fuck." You mumbled, throwing back the rest of your drink.

"So?" Whiskey asked, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You looked up at him, a beautiful shade of crimson painted on your cheeks. Fuck it.

You sighed. "Okay."

#agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey #agent whiskey fanfiction #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels #jack daniels fanfic #kingsmen golden circle fanficton #kingsmen #kingsmen golden circle #statesmen #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

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