#you read the news stories and you can see those up top are TERRIFIED for how we all backed this guy up

[yappacadaver]

oh no not people falling for propaganda abt the shooter's alleged politics and handwringing about violence when this one guy and his action have done more to bring people together against the ultra rich ruling class and make them fear working class power than any number of peaceful actions and lukewarm philosophizing in the past 5 years

[spitdrunken]

THIS IS INCREDIBLY SELF-INDULGENT BUT. MY BLOG!

notes: power imbalance, sexual harrassment, murder mentions.

rotating a thought in my head where 'you' are an increasingly popular erotica writer from the pride ring. with writing, you've hit a bit of a niche, as a lot of the big porn producers (VoxTech's subsidiaries) are not exactly known for their riveting dialogue or personalities. no one's there for anything more than that, but there are demons who do want a bit more 'meat', so to say, with nowhere else turn. that is where you come in!

it's not enough to make a steady living off of, not even when you start taking incredibly specific commissions, but it's never been more of a hobby anyway. you are completely anonymous online, keeping care to use throwaway emails and accounts for everything. still, voxtech's products are utterly inescapable: it's either using them, or using nothing at all. (and those rumours about their boss vox having complete control over his technology, even after selling, has to be a rumour... you hope.)

meanwhile, as your penname continues to grow more and more recognizable, it falls in the vees' meeting room. valentino's immediate suggestion is just to kill you. people in the comments keep comparing his dialogue to yours. what the fuck is that about? who the hell watches porn for the DIALOGUE in the first place?

velvette, while shrugging her shoulders, only adds that their new releases tend to go trending, prior to release. fucking far from the top of that list, but still. trending is trending.

vox, sighing internally, plasters a smile on his face. there's really no need to kill new up and coming talent, val. we should suggest them to work for us instead. and if they don't... we can simply prevent them from working. they'll make up their mind, then.

you return to your laptop to an utterly inescapable pop-up describing the opportunity of a lifetime: the chance to work at voxtech! it's a whole wall of text, describing your pay (higher than you would have expected), where you will be living (in one of the appartment buildings owned by voxtech), and when to head to their main office. there is no word on denying the contract, an utter impossibility, it seems. not that you'd dare. vox's and the radio demon's showdown was the talk of the ring for days, and apparantly, all that rancour was the source of alastor denying a contract of his own. that really is more shit than you can handle in your undead life now. so, you take the job.

as your stories are starting to get heavily promoted, velvette absolutely insists that you add in at least a couple of looong clothing descriptions, based on her tastes. she's such an overwhelming, pushy presence, that it's hard for you to say no. she goes on about how, if it gets popular enough, people might be interested in somewhat similar outfits. probably not, though, let's be honest with ourselves. she makes you model them, all the while telling you that you really wouldn't be allowed to breathe in the direction of her studio otherwise. when you ask her why you absolutely have the one modelling, she just rolls her eyes. you based large parts of their appearances after you, didn't you? might as well make you look the part.

valentino is one of the worst parts of the job. compared to everyone else, he hardly pesters you, but he's still a terrifying presence. he'll give you 'suggestions' and make you steer your work in certain directions, getting too close and blowing smoke into your face. he gives a graphic description of how he jacked off to one of your stories, just to see your response. (this is a lie: why would he jack off if he can just call some stupid whore over to do it for him? also, he doesn't read.)

if a part of one of your stories ever gets a 'porno adaptation', he's having you play the part of the director, and has you sit in during the entirety of the viewing. you can tell he takes great pleasure out of any of your discomfort, or any of your fumbling- until it's too sloppy, and then he gets mad, of course, and you end up leaving the room with shaky legs.

vox seems to be the nicest one out of the three of them. really, he's only ever been courteous to you. but you've seen him flip his lid during the aforementioned 'radio demon fiasco', which you have been wise enough to never mention, so you still walk on eggshells around him. he can also get pretty pushy about deadlines, so you're not taking any chances.

he insists on having semi-regular meetings with you about the sales figures of your most recent works, wherein you also have to describe your process on other projects and pitch new ideas. frankly, you wish these meetings could be an email! but even when you tried to broach the subject, telling him that, surely, the company leader's time is much more important than this?

he simply brushed you off, telling you that he can decide for himself who and what to spend his time on, thank you very much. now, please continue. he'll inform you of the latest kinks and dynamics that have been most popular, though with some peculiar additions as well. you swear that, sometimes, the main character really does seem to resemble yourself in those suggestions, and the love interest a member of the vees...? you're certain you're just imagining it.

[nombitenary]

Spelunking.

Super short (2.5K) self indulgent story of a borrower!you getting caught by Christopher and swallowed up <3 Maybe bring better equipment next time you try borrowing from a maneater...

G/t, ambiguous ending, rope play in the throat, and mentions of fatal <3 enjoy!

You can’t believe you got caught.

The man who lives in the apartment you’ve been borrowing from is home so rarely that you suppose you’ve gotten careless. After all, he’s never around to hear your heavy footsteps on the counters or the scrabbling of clumsy hands against drawers. His two cats are easy enough to maneuver around as well, seeing as one of them is trained well enough to not go on the counter, and to scream at the other one whenever it gets the bright idea of chasing you along the countertop. 

You’d been testing your new rope, tying it to all manner of things in the kitchen and letting yourself be slowly lowered off the edges of drawers, tables, counters… and hadn’t been bothering to keep your laughter at your successes quiet, nor the thuds of your tiny boots as you’d climbed up the edges of his walls and cabinets. 

Everything had been going so well that you’d somehow missed the sound of the bedroom door opening and the light in the hallway, and by the time you realized that something was amiss… was only due to clawed fingers wrapping around your waist and a soft coo of: “Oh, what do we have here?”

And now, here you are, dangling between his fingers from the rope you’d thought had been such a clever tool to get around the maze of his apartment. You can’t bring yourself to speak as you stare up at him meekly, the light reflecting off his glasses making his eyes seem cold and far away- near impossible to read. 

He hasn’t spoken since his initial greeting, if you can even call it that. All he’s done is stare at you with that coldness in his eyes, almost as if he’s calculating something- blinking every now and again, though it does nothing to set your mind at ease. If anything, it makes you feel worse, and when he opens his lips and finally speaks to you properly-

“Well. You should fit. This should be interesting.”

-it does nothing to calm your nerves. 

Before you can ask him what he means, the air is forced out of your lungs by him tugging on your little rope, effortlessly and haphazardly lifting you into the air above his face and leaving you to stare down at him in terrified disbelief. You’ve never met this human before, but from what you’ve gathered, there’s nothing too horrible about him. 

With your lower lip trembling, you look down into his deep brown eyes, searching for any trace of a joke or flickers of sympathy. 

What you receive in return is a toothy smirk. One that plays out almost in slow motion, leaving you helpless to watch as his lips curl away from his teeth, showing the gleaming, drool-slicked and sharp points lining his gums. Your heart starts racing at the sight of them, and again, you try to find your words- but you’re once again interrupted by something terrifying. 

Those teeth were bad enough on their own, but as you stare down at Christopher’s freckled face… they begin to part. 

A warm blast of air rises from the chasm opening beneath you and you find yourself unable to look away as the huge muscle of his tongue shifts- easily the size of a small mattress and just as cushioned- moving from one side of the pink and dripping cavern to the other. The surface of it flexes in waves, and you follow the muscle back toward the darkest pit in the back of his jaws- marked by a swinging uvula and a streamlined tunnel designed to cram anything it can fit inside down.

His throat flexes, and his whole mouth shifts at once- a mess of moving pieces and parts and flesh and teeth rearranging to allow him a soft swallow- and when it opens again, strings of drool connect the bottom of his jaws to the top like the bars of a prison cell. 

Unable to speak, your own mouth opens and closes as you watch his throat shift with his every breath, the idle motions of his tongue twitching and swaying as more and more saliva floods the cavern. 

You’re transfixed, though the spell breaks when his grip on your rope abruptly falters- sending you falling a few inches closer to the gaping maw with a scream. 

A laugh rolls over you in response, and you gasp, clutching the rope in your fingers despite the knot keeping you secure. You’re spinning now, watching the gullet beneath you pulse as you rotate, unable to keep yourself from noticing that it seems to be pulsing in anticipation, the tongue stretching out from between those lips as if to echo the sentiment. 

He’s going to eat you.

No. No, he won’t. 

Surely he won’t. 

Despite not being human, you think for a moment that you’ll be able to appeal to his sympathy, though when you manage to tear your gaze away from his maw to try looking into his eyes--

The rope slides easily through his fingers, and with a rush of air, you plummet- your scream being cut off and muffled by his tongue greeting you. It all but wraps around your sides, and you feel it constrict, pinning your arms to your torso as its owner tips his head back and allows you to fall backward into the cage of his mouth. 

You scream as the tongue folds over you greedily, drinking in your flavour and slathering you in thick saliva. The surface won’t stop moving beneath your hands- cushy and soft and speckled with taste buds that leave a faint bumpy texture pressing against your palms and fingers- though when he abruptly licks you again, you’re flipped onto your side, helpless to do anything but let his tongue squish tightly against your back. The muscle is hot and explorative, wasting no time in dragging its tip along your flailing limbs. 

Everything around you is hot and slick, but the more you fight against it, the more of his saliva seeps through your clothes, soaking your skin and causing you to slip around easily in the chasm of his mouth. A zigzag of light filtering between his teeth is the only way for you to see the warm pink of his tongue as it continues to effortlessly bat you and part of your flimsy rope around. 

It’s… so easy for him. 

So easy to treat you as nothing more than a sweet treat. You find yourself pushed against his fangs more than once, and each time, you suck in a sharp breath and wait for him to chew you to pieces- all the while trying to peer out past his lips for one more glance at the world you’re leaving behind.

You don’t get one. 

All your squirms earn you is more buffeting from the tongue, more hums of delight from the throat that you know is yawning wide behind you, but you don’t allow yourself to look at it, trying instead to drag yourself forward in the dripping mouth of the beast. You’re close. Your fingers reach the very edge of his gums and you strain to pull yourself up from his gullet even as you feel your legs brush the very edge of his throat.

A throat that twitches eagerly, the muscles there relaxing with a soft slrrrk of noise- and you yelp as you find yourself falling deeper into the squishy tube. 

“NO-”

The tongue that had been idly sloshing you around arches, filling his mouth and squeezing the air from your lungs in a strangled cry- though you don’t have time to be worried about that as you realize what the predator’s doing.

Swallowing. He’s swallowing. The gullet behind you lurches, a tiny hlrk and a bob of the muscles behind you causing you to throw your arms forward as gravity changes- but you’re too covered in saliva to get a grip on anything. Instead, you’re forced to feel his uvula drag across the back of your shoulders as he hums- the noise loud enough to make your chest feel like it’s buzzing. 

You’re squashed under his uvula entirely with another firm swallow, leaving you scrambling against the plush back of his tongue as you try to reach the swinging tab of flesh. Your fingers are tangled tightly in your rope, clutching it in utter desperation. It’s still holding fast. Still tied to something. 

You try to remember if you saw it caught between his molars or canines as you try to hoist yourself further up his gullet- barely able to even paw the backmost part of his tongue in your attempts to reach freedom. It’s still somewhat taut, taut enough that there’s hope…

…as light falls over you, you look up from the depths of his throat, for one fleeting moment allowing yourself to think that he’s about to cough you up. It must be a mistake. He seems like a kind enough man, and you shift your position slightly to see better, wiping a string of drool out of your face as a shadow falls over his jaws. 

His hand. 

And in his fingers…

No…

In his fingers, he’s lazily clutching the end of your rope. He holds it there with a soft chuckle, one that makes the throat around you ripple, before you watch his mouth start to relax as it closes for what you realize in terror is the final time.

“Wait- wait wait wait-!"

When he swallows, the walls of his throat clutch tight around you, rippling with a soft ulp that folds around you and tries to squeeze you down along with it. Your whole body jerks in place, being squashed tighter into the living tunnel before the rope pulls taut and forces you back up- which causes the muscles around you to quiver and the predator they belong to to hum. 

It’s absolutely deafening this close to his voicebox. 

You gasp as the slimy walls finally ease up, trembling at the sensation of something pressing at you from outside of your new prison. At first, you almost think you’re imagining it, but when the throat around you twitches in response to a firmer press, you realize those are fingers pressing against you from the outside. 

You can’t help but imagine yourself as a lump in Christopher’s throat. 

As you struggle harder, forcing your elbows out against the taunting squishes, in you mind’s eye, you see the small flutter of your movements settled just above his collarbone- the way you stretch the freckled skin and wriggle just beneath it- and as you tug on the rope in a desperate attempt to shimmy back up the way you came-

GLURK.

-the throat constricts tighter, and this time you can’t keep yourself from giving a yelp as you’re sucked further into Christopher’s esophagus- settled just beside his thudding heart. The walls of his gullet have grown tighter, as has the knot of the rope around your waist thanks to said walls hungrily rippling around you in an attempt to squeeze you deeper inside. Again, you struggle to haul yourself further up the rope that’s keeping you suspended in his chest. Your saliva slicked hands fumble to get a grip, and you curse yourself for not having tied too many knots in it before trying to use it out borrowing. In the pitch darkness of his throat, you can’t see much aside a very faint red- the light from outside only penetrating deep enough for you to see the faint outlines of the esophagus squeezing around you. 

Your rope is still being held snugly by the gullet’s walls, the red lifeline almost vanishing into the pulsing darkness, but you squint through the saliva running down your face just long enough to realize how far down you’ve been squeezed. Seeming miles of throat stretch above you, and a flicker of light from the top of the tunnel causes your heart to sink. On either side of you, you hear a rush of air filling your devourer’s lungs, and everything tightens as they fill with oxygen, preparing for another-

Gulp.

-for him, it must be nothing. Just soft and lazy bobs of his adam’s apple that allow your rope to fall deeper into the folds of his throat. You can almost imagine how faint the sound of him swallowing must be outside of the sweltering confines you’re in now- but you can’t quite cling to the illusion long enough to mute the disgusting squelch and ULLLLK that draw you deep enough to feel a distinct change in heat.

Heat from below you.

Heat coupled by the sound of an organic growl, and your heart grows cold despite the warmth of the predator surrounding you as you realize how close to the belly of the beast you’ve gotten.

You scramble against the soft walls, tugging on your slack rope more and more as the sound of gurgling grows louder beneath you. You can’t end up in his stomach. You won’t. You’re a borrower, you’re not-

Glmpk.

He swallows once more. 

Firmly. 

Firmly enough that you manage to look above you in terror, watching the tunnel of his throat constrict in a wave that rushes toward you in the dark, too fast for you to do anything but take a breath in before you’re squished firmly into the upper stomach sphincter. 

Then through it.

Your tiny form lands in his stomach with a wet plop.

The walls around you shudder with a gurgle of greeting, and above you, you hear a long and contented sigh breeze up from the throat you fought for your life not to get squeezed down- unable to keep yourself from envying the air for being able to get past his lips.

You’re not as lucky as the air. The stomach containing you groans in emphasis, the organ steadily starting to rock this way and that, the walls rippling inwards eagerly in what you realize are the beginnings of digestion. Your hands find the rope and you pull on it sharply, earning the sound of a muffled glp from above and the sensation of more and more of it pulling into his belly, coiling around you on the fleshy floor, gulp after gulp ushering it down, down…

The piece of yarn bobs momentarily at the back of Christopher’s throat, and it brushes the folds of flesh there as its pulled down his gullet. It isn’t fully soaked through with his saliva, not yet, and as he sits with his jaws open, he gulps, feeling it stick dryly in his throat- though he persists in his task anyway. 

With a few more short swallows, there’s no trace left of you at all. No rope dangles from between his lips. No shape wriggles in his throat, and as he trails a hand down to his comfortably full stomach… he grins at the realization that you fit so perfectly inside that you’ve completely vanished from the outside world. Not even a lump against his middle surfaces to show anyone where you’ve vanished to, and he purrs in delight, trailing his fingers over his middle and hiccuping suddenly when you squirm. 

“Oh, don’t worry.”

His voice rumbles around you, echoing over the sounds of digestion. One of the fleshy walls folds inward with a prod against you and you feel the tip of one of his claws massaging you into the lining. 

“I think I’m going to let my guts take their time with you… best get comfy in there.” 

[detshin]

uhm, how exactly will gosho develop the cousin thing in the manga.

I mean, I wouldn't know, honestly. What goes on in the mind of that man only he knows (and sometimes I doubt even that).

My opinion under the read more...

Personally, I've already stated many times that it's a trope I've liked and headcanoned for a long while now, and it's not like it's COMPLETELY out of the blue. The whole "they look the same" is a big factor, there have been references to them having some sort of "ancestor" in common, the Toichi and Yusaku tease was already there in the childhood case of Shinichi (where Toichi appeared and called Shinichi big bro btw 👀) and there was a time long ago that Gosho said something about it in an interview and that it was going to be talked about.

Anyway, point is, I could see this going in different ways. I would LOVE to see this being explored and dealt with nicely and seriously, but my hopes for that are low. He'll either just have it mentioned and never more explored or talked about (like with akemi and akai), or maybe in the mk manga now to talk about Toichi, I don't know?

Because honestly, I feel like people are getting hung up on the cousins thing and are forgetting about the confirmation of what we all have been fearing and it's that Toichi is indeed alive and both of Kaito's parents suck ass. And what scares me is the possibility of it being comedic or Kaito being okay with it or something when he deserves to have that be explored. He became a criminal because of it! And his parents know and aren't doing ANYTHING!

I've said this before, MK is not as shits and giggles as it seems. Story is pretty darn dark if you think about it. Kaito is one of if not THE most solitary (lonely) character of the dcmk universe. He is not as the fandom tends to represent him sometimes. That's not Kaito. The over the top, flirty, pompous one is Kid. It's a mask. A facade. Kaito is not like that, he is just a teen who is struggling to make real connections with people and who is terrified of being found out as a criminal and cannot for the life of him let people IN because they'll see right through him and whose "dead" dad taught him NOT TO SHOW HIS EMOTIONS.

Kaito NEEDS some support. Jii alone is not enough. His own parents have lied to him his entire life and he's constantly alone, grieving for something that is not real. He has Aoko, but he CAN'T let her in completely for obvious reasons. Hakuba's there, but same thing. And I'm sorry but Akako I don't really think counts either, he actively seems not to really even like her or whatever...

MY POINT IS. If Kaito can get some new family members that could support him... Why refuse it, no? I'm not talking about Yusaku because he's also been keeping him in the dark and all and hasn't really seemed to do anything about it. But Yukiko (yes I'm choosing to believe she's also oblivious to Kaito being put in that situation) and Shinichi? Oh, those two could do wonders for someone like Kaito, in my opinion. Because Yukiko is Yukiko (she was born to be the cool aunt), and Shinichi is... Well... Shinichi. He could understand Kaito and actively show him support and help. They COULD be amazing as family.

Now it's all just a matter of... Does Gosho WANT to go that deep into this? Or is he going to continue to disregard Kaito's suffering and not give him anyone to lean on?

Anyway, cousins Kaito and Shinichi rule!

[taergalive]

So I'm being brave and sharing some of my self-indulgent scenarios with yall.

So in my self-indulgent scenario, Alastor basically saves some 7 year old sinner and said kid is like glued to his side because he saved her, and he's like, cool, free lackey. And of course, we're a sucker for the old "grows to care for them" trope so that happens. Because you can be a scary overlord and read bedtime stories to your kid. And the kid also likes Lucifer because he's all like "Hey watch this!" And oooh pretty magic~!

(I know. My details are great. I'm being vague on purpose lol)

Well, basically this leads to Lucifer and Alastor butting heads as they co-parent this child. And then whoopsies emotions happen. Alastor's all like "What the fuck is this feeling?" Because as a fellow Ace who was suddenly confronted by feeling sexual attraction for the very first time in your life, I know that feeling and it is terrifying. Like that person now owns your soul because no one else in the world ever made you feel that way what is happening??? So anyway, he and lucifer start a sort of relationship where Lucifer takes it slow so Alastor can assess these feelings and blah blah blah.

That was all just background information for the real thing I wanted to share so if you made it this far, congrats!

The hotel is having a party of some sort. Alastor has like one or two drinks, and Angel instantly notices that Alastor is actually kind of fun when he's got booze in him. So he tells Husk to keep Alastor's glass full. Any time Alastor's drink is done, suddenly another glass appears in his hand. He is bubbly, jovial, and even fun. He and Luci have been "seeing each other" for a lack of better words. Lucifer knows this is all very new for Alastor and is going at his pace while also respecting his privacy, so they've kept in on the downlow. Charlie found out and asked her dad about it, and he made her swear not to tell anyone, and especially not to tell Alastor she knows.

Anyway, Drunk Alastor is really touchy. Like really. And he starts getting all touchy on Luci, which Luci is eating up because he's a little tipsy too and loves attention. Angel notices and mentions it to Husk. "Fifty bucks those two are fucking." Husk likes those odds so he takes the bet.

At some point, Angel gets Alastor over to the bar. Angel's trying to weed it out of Alastor. "You and Short King were getting kind of handsy there." Alastor's all giggly and doesn't deny the accusation. So after a minute or two, Angel's like "So, who's topping?" And Alastor's confused and just laughing because he just enjoying himself at this point. And Angel's like "You know…" And makes a lewd gesture.

"Oh! You mean like intercourse?" Alastor waves him off. "No, no, we haven't done anything like that yet."

And it's that yet that makes Angel slam his hand on the bar top. "I told you, Husk! Pay up!"

And Husk is like "Ah, ah, ah, you said 'fifty bucks they fucking.' THAT doesn't sound like they fucking to me." He holds his hand out. "You owe ME."

And anyway, that's the scenario I had in my head last night as I was going to bed.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

I’m not sure if you’ve ever said anything about this, but the first time I read new moon, the vote chapter, there was one bit that really stuck out:

(from Bella’s point of view) Edward grabbed my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him. His other hand was out, palm toward Carlisle. Carlisle ignored that.

Bella later went on to say it was hard to talk clearly with how Edward was holding her jaw. I don’t know if I’ve misunderstood what exactly was happening, but why did the entire family watch that and do nothing? I’ve read the metas where you’ve said it’d take a lot for Carlisle to realise what Edward really is, but surely that’s a pretty massive indicator and Carlisle actively ignored it?

Anon, you're hilarious.

An Aside in Which I Say "Look in the Mirror"

I've been running this blog for a few years now (a terrifying thought) and I'm both a) one of the most critical of Edward in this space (which is not a bad thing, mind, people are free to do what they like) b) often get asks in which I am asked by anons to justify why I think poorly of Edward.

This is on top of the thousands of metas I've written pointing out various things from canon, where I've presented many arguments, and anons still will ask me to make more arguments.

This is fandom, anon, relatively objective observers who are privy to information the characters in the story don't have. We know Bella's exact thoughts, we know how Edward has interacted with her in private, and we even know Edward's private thoughts for at least the duration of Twilight because of Midnight Sun.

AND YET, I AM HERE.

And you ask this as if it should be obvious to the most casual observer.

Back to Your Ask

I've discussed this at length in posts I'm too lazy to look up at the moment but the crux of it is that

a) Edward's a beloved family member and it's deeply hard to think ill of those we love and we want to justify their actions

b) the family doesn't see most of what goes on with Bella and are only told things by Alice and Edward with Alice being firmly on Edward's side

c) Due to his having previously had a redemption arc in which Edward came back unprompted to the diet even though it must have been not only humiliating but terrifying, Edward comes across as one of the Cullens who best understands that human life is worth protecting and just why they're all doing the diet.

This particular moment though, I'd also give Edward a pass if I was present. To touch Bella at all, to move her like this, Edward has to be extraordinarily gentle and careful. If he was at all rough with her, at all, Bella would be dead or seriously injured (with her jaw crushed between Edward's fingers, her neck snapped, etc.) Basically, for Edward to do this at all, he's being incredibly mindful and the Cullens as vampires are very aware of that.

Add onto that that Bella can speak, when this is a guy who's hand is made of stone, he has to be holding her incredibly gently from his perspective for her to be able to speak at all (and not have a broken jaw).

Also from the outside perspective, where Bella and Edward are in this romantic relationship (even though they just got out of being broken up) and they all know Edward's deeply in love with Bella, this looks like an intimate gesture than it does a "LOOK AT ME" gesture. It's not something any of them would do, or a normal person would, but they're also not dating Bella/convinced they're soulmates with her.

Add into that that they're in the middle of a very intense day, in which Edward had just tried to kill himself and is very emotionally fragile, Bella's now asking to be turned directly, the Volturi barely pardoned them, and Edward is coming unglued with the idea that Bella's going to be turned and the Cullens aren't at the top of their game.

They're just trying to get through the conversation where they tell Edward (and Rosalie) that, yes, they actually do have to turn Bella.

This doesn't register as physical violence to them, and I don't blame them for this one.

[samobservessonic]

We’re here! This story on its own is most of the reason that I decided Sonic was the coolest thing ever that I needed in my life. And I’ve just always loved the visual of the Master Emerald surrounded by the Chaos Emeralds in that beam thing

Porker: There’s just no nice way to tell you that Knuckles gets the best stories in your comic, Sonic

On that note, there sadly isn’t a Knuckles story in this issue, but I’m sure that would’ve doubly sealed the deal for me carrying on reading StC back then if there had been

This works both as another “It’s not like I like Knuckles” SonKnux hint, but also as a great moment to show Sonic caring about his friends. As a kid, it brought me up to speed with the situation with Porker and also painted Sonic as someone who checks in on his friends and doesn’t think of Porker as a coward for not being able to carry on working with the Freedom Fighters. The Sonic & Porker friendship has always meant a lot to me and that can probably be pinned back to this issue

Aww, Porker & Amy friendship is also great!

Anyway, a seemingly small shock sees Sonic fall off the ledge and if you think dropping StC Sonic into a vat of chaos energy won’t end well for anyone then… you’d be right :) 

This whole page deserves to be shared as it is, because Porker’s breakdown really sells just how dire the situation is. That even a soft-spoken character like him gets frustrated with the robot head. To me as a kid, just Sonic falling off a ledge seemed kinda bad, but this page hammers home that it’s terrifying for reasons I didn’t know about yet

Like this reason! I’m glad there was no one there to tell me back then that this is not a thing that Sonic can do in other versions of the series. I’m even more glad that Elson was there to draw this issue

He was thinking of how annoying he’s found Amy lately right before he fell in. So I’m sorry SonAmy fans, this isn’t one of those lesser-spotted StC SonAmy moments. Though I guess if you wanna read it that way, feel free

More than that, just look at the sheer power of Super Sonic blasting out of the Emerald Chamber in that bottom panel! Like holy shit, this guy is powerful! We’ve had a few Super Sonic appearances before now, but I do think this is the first one that truly puts across the scale of his abilities compared to regular Sonic. And also his abilities compared to, well, most other characters in StC

Adding to the previous point: This whole page of Super Sonic wiping out an aircraft full of robots without even noticing just because it happened to be in his flight path

Amy, please don’t say ominous things like that Also, Tails is here like “Thanks for letting me be in the team for this issue, guys. I feel like I haven’t been able to hang out with you all for ages, but maybe there’s impressionable new readers who need to know I’m part of the Freedom Fighters”

Honestly, after how Sonic treated Amy on the Miracle Planet last time I’m not surprised she’s glad of a break from him

But here it is, the big cliffhanger that got me to come back! I’ve talked about this full page spread a lot in the pinned post and everything I said there holds true. Even looking at this some 28 years later, this still radiates the same raw awesomeness that it did when I first saw it. Super Sonic just bursting through the trees and making a sharp angled turn to come at Amy at such a speed! On the surface, it seemed like Amy had no chance - but she already seemed so cool and capable in this story that I had faith she’d be okay and had to see how that worked out for her next time

You know, if I one day wanted to make some sort of top ten of my favourite moments in Sonic Comics overall, I’d need to reread a lot of stuff from Archie to refresh (as well as properly read the various Sonic manga), but I’m certain that this moment would rank very high, if not take the top spot on that list. Just… glorious!

[roguedruid]

"Oh great druid this humble petitioner asks for your recommendations on fics you did not write but enjoyed greatly I look forward to getting your top 15."

Uhhhh Damn. Hold on. Lets seee..... I can give you eleven- in no particular order- that come to mind with a bit of searching. but questioner- I read so many fics. This is gonna be a crapshoot of fandoms, so hold on. Of Harrowed Hearts by Sable_Scribe: A Naruto fic which is sadly unfinished- but had an awesome vibe and really dives into the characterization of the Konoha 12 and their potential. It does have Naruto/Sasuke vibes- but when it last left off the slow burn was slow and Sasuke was barely realizing his emotions. The Games We Play by Ryuugi: It's posted on Spacebattles origionally- but it's been reposted a few other places. It's massive- nearly a million words. This was my first real 'Massive fic' i followed as it was updating- and my real intro to Space Battles/Sufficent Velocity as fanfic sites. Also- first Gamer fic that went *way* into the power scaling and endgame stuff. Jaune in this story escalates hard as fuck. I'm talking supernatural kung fu, elemental powers, the ability to destroy cities- And his threats are scary enough to match it. This was before Salem for most of the story- but the Grimm that show up are terrifying. Keeping on the forums real fast- Two Quests (Essentially reader driven stories) deserve to be on this list. Xander [Quest] by one Judge Mental is another of those Monolithic kind of reading experiences. it's massive- on a word count I can't even figure out- spread across like 28 threads. it starts as a simple premise- You are Alexander Harris- and you are born as the reincarnation of Ganondorf. Yeah- that Ganondorf. Things only escalate past that point- to where the last i checked we were possibly the strongest sorcerer on earth- and only 12.

"A Geeks Guide: CORE" series by Sage_of_Eyes. Again, monolithic in scope- it's a complete reimagining of the Highschool DXD mythology (yes, the ecchi novels/anime. Yes it's way deeper then it deserves. Yes, it's also metal as fuck)

Swerving back from forums:

A Drop of Poison by Angel Of Snapdragons: Naruto's Shadow Clones are fucking crazy- and if you've ever wanted to see the power fantasy of them escalating non stop- this is the good shit. Drifting by AlphaDelta1001: More Naruto- but this one has some of my favorite 'Kinda Genius' Naruto moments. It mixes up the timelines, throws in a completley revamped Chuunin exam, introduces tones of new characters- and completely revamps Naruto's methods- if you ever got bored of 'it's all Rasengan' in canon- this is definitely a suggestion.

From Fake Dreams by Third Fang: Fate Stay/Night. Supercharged. This is a bit of a controversal pick- mainly because Third Fang is one of those authors who's sense of humor is... off. Just a bit of that old school Shonen Jump Pervert vibe in the background- snarky comments and purile humor creep around the corners of his writing- but FFD is still immensly fun to read. The power creep- already high as fuck in Canon FSN- goes so high. Where recently Shirou isn't fighting Servants- But True Ancestors. Son of the Western Sea by Mac_Ceallach: If you want Percy Jackson going solo on a world-wide adventure- this is it. its after the War for New York, before the romans showed up- and Its got Percy just... being cool vibing. Hitting into other myths by accident. In contrast, if you want some true off the rocker Percy- An Impractical Guide to Godhood by Antony444 It's technically a crossover with A practical guide to Evil- but if you ever wanted to see olympus and the rest of the percy jackson verse just... implode with chaos? This is it. Flooding Hades with the flaming river- beating Ceaser in Gladatorial Events, fucking with the olympians? This goes hard. The Many Quirks Of Phantom Thievery by PsychicBeagle Persona 5, reloaded. Featuring New Game+ shenanagains, plenty of romance and memes, and puns. If you're a P5 fan, I highly reccomend it. It's Time For Another Good Idea, Bad Idea by Haurvatat: This is a weird one- for one it's Solo leveling, so it's fandom was kinda niche. on the other... It's got Cannabilism in it. But! As a Cook? this is a guilty pleasure fic. The cooking scenes are all written like Binging with Babish episodes, the humor is on point, there's actual stakes and emotions- theres closure? What more does a fic need.

[hard-core-super-star]

get her back! [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: you and hailee try to get your relationship back on track while shooting the sunkissing music video. it’s easier said than done though, especially since the line between love and hate blurs more and more every day.

warnings: still a chaotic mix of angst and fluff; stubborn idiots finally admit their feelings but keep arguing because it's easier than figuring out how to make things work; mentions of crappy PR stunts; R being lowkey petty + hailee being absolutely clueless why; some metaphors get repetitive but it's part of the plot, i promise

wordcount: 1.6k

a/n: this is part two to one step forward, three steps back. slightly inspired by both get him back! and logical by olivia rodrigo because guts has taken over my life in the best of ways. thank you for all the love and the requests for a part two, i see you and i am eternally grateful to all of you. i love writing about these stubborn idiots and i can only hope you enjoy reading about them just as much <3

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Working with Hailee and being in love with her are two very different things that should definitely not mix. Not just because it’s incredibly unprofessional but also because it’s way too easy to pretend like you’re mad at each other because of the work you’re doing and not the messy way you’re handling being back in each other’s lives.

It’s immature and stupid and somehow not surprising at all considering the way you two act around each other. You both know what you want and yet neither of you wants to be the first one to take that leap. Which just leaves you with moments like these. 

“You know what your problem is?” Hailee asks, her eyes narrowed and filled with a certain fire you can’t quite explain.

You’ve been on set for the SunKissing music video for about an hour and you’re both already at each other’s throats. The entire week has been filled with random arguments, borderline ridiculous complaints, and total radio silence on Hailee’s part about your relationship. Radio silence that should make working with her easier just like all the times before.

Instead, it’s just become the newest reason for you to push her away again. And okay, maybe you’re still pissed about the countless articles you’ve had to read about a supposed ‘love triangle’ because, for some reason, Hailee’s PR team insists on keeping the QB story running. Everyone knows it’s faker than the brunette’s heterosexuality and yet you’re still here.

Fighting for her attention like always.

You force yourself to push those thoughts away and focus back on the conversation at hand.

“You."

“No. You don’t know how to let yourself be happy.” It suddenly dawns on you that you’re not arguing about the music video choreography anymore. “You can take it out on me and on the job and on whatever else you want to make yourself feel better but don’t act like everything's always my fault. You’re the one who said you’d give me a chance and yet you’ve spent the entire week looking for reasons to push me away.”

She's right.

You both know that. 

Of course, she's right. Because at the very top of the list of reasons why Hailee Steinfeld is the most infuriating person you've ever met is the fact that she knows you. 

She understands you in ways you never thought anyone would. And it's just as terrifying as it is wonderful. 

It's exactly that mix of feelings that makes you react in the only way you know how. 

You lash out at her despite the voice in your head that tells you to suck it up and apologize before you take things too far. “So, if it’s not your fault then whose is it? I’m not the one ignoring your existence the second you leave or letting people write articles based on ridiculous lies.”

She groans, the sound so out-of-character for her it almost makes you forget about your complaints. Almost but not quite.

“Putting up with stupid rumors is part of the job, y/n. It’s nothing new so why does it bother you so much?”

The question is valid. Or at least it would be if you hadn’t made your feelings explicitly clear the day you agreed to help her with the music video. You’ve worked with her for years, most of which have been spent straddling the line between friendship and relationship, but this time was supposed to be different. 

In a way it was different. You couldn’t deny how you felt about Hailee anymore and you couldn’t act like it didn’t bother you how clueless she was still acting about it.

You swallow back your cutting remarks and instead mumble out the only thing you can think of. “You know why.”

She stares at you for a few seconds, her eyes seem to almost look through you as if she's trying to figure you out. You don’t know what she’s looking for since your feelings aren’t exactly a secret anymore. 

The silence lasts a second too long and you decide to walk away before you make things worse. It’s a move you learned from the brunette herself and one that’s driven you down this dead-end road you can’t seem to escape from.

For a second it seems like she’s going to let you go without a fight but then you feel her grip your wrist. Her hold on you is surprisingly soft like she’s wordlessly begging you to stay despite how much better it would be for both of you if you just walked away now.

Unfortunately for the logical part of your brain, you’re never able to say no to those stupidly soft hands and ridiculously warm eyes.

You turn around to face her again, trying to act like the close proximity isn’t making your mind swim with bad ideas. You’re definitely the worst actress out of the two of you but at least the brunette doesn’t comment on it.

“You’re a jerk,” you whisper, your voice lacking the usual bite it carries when you’re trying to piss Hailee off.

“I literally haven’t said anything yet.” The subtle smile on her face makes your heart skip multiple beats in the span of a few seconds.

You wait a bit before you respond, distracting yourself by shrugging her hand off your wrist so you can hold onto it instead. Hailee doesn’t rush you, seemingly understanding the storm of feelings in your head better than you do.

“I know.” You tilt your head down to avoid those brown eyes you fell for all those years ago. “That’s the problem. All you have to do is look at me and I forget all the reasons why I’m mad at you…why dating you would never work.”

“I don’t think your feelings for me are the problem, y/n.” 

You’re well aware of the way she’s redirecting the conversation back to the dumb argument you were having mere moments ago but you don’t fight against it. All you want is answers and if it takes you tearing down your walls for her so be it.

“Why? Because I’m the problem?”

“No.” Her voice is so quiet you have to force yourself to fully focus or risk missing out on her vulnerability. “It’s because I messed up so badly that you feel like you can’t trust me again.”

She’s right.

Again.

You wish you could say you were surprised.

Your silence speaks volumes, at least to her, and it’s not long before you feel her free hand nudging your face. You lean into her touch and let her tilt your head up until your eyes meet again. You don’t want to ruin the moment but the need to be witty outweighs your need for honesty. “Is this supposed to be an apology?”

The question earns you a chuckle and the sound is more than enough to ease some of the tension that’s gathered inside of your chest. “Something like that.”

She leans forward the slightest bit, giving you the chance to put space between the two of you if you want. You appreciate the gesture, and all the sweet parts of her it represents, but you’re tired of running. Tired of tiptoeing around a truth so obvious it’s painful to deny.

You lean in the rest of the way and gently press your lips against her.

It’s not exactly fear that holds you back. You’re trying to show her you want more than the fleeting moments of passion and the heated arguments. You want the real thing. Even if it means you’ll get hurt even worse in the process. Anything is better than the months you’ve spent ignoring her existence.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles against your lips. “I’m an idiot and an asshole but I really, really, want to be with you. For real this time.”

You lean back just enough to properly look into her eyes again. “Hailee-”

“I know, I know.” She silences your worries with another sweet kiss. “I thought it would be easier if we took our time with this but it was just an excuse. I don’t think I know how to be with you if we’re not arguing about something stupid all the time.”

“That’s because you’re immature,” you reply with the tiniest of smirks on your face. “And an idiot. And annoying in all the best ways.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

This time you're the one who laughs. It's insane how quickly you can go from total sincerity to playful jabs at each other. If you're being honest though, that's exactly why you love her. Because neither of you has to hold back around the other, even when it's infuriating.

“It’s supposed to be me telling you I’m okay with taking things at your pace. As long as you stop acting like we’re just friends.”

“You don’t want to be my friend? I’m heartbroken, baby.”

“I’m going to leave if you don’t stop.”

“Okay, okay. I’m kidding. But what do you want to be? Just so we’re on the same page ‘cause-”

You roll your eyes and shut her up with your lips. You have a feeling that’s exactly what she wanted you to do but you’re not about to complain. Especially when it results in her wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close.

You don't have all the answers you wanted, and there's still a lot the two of you have to figure out, but one thing is obvious. You're in this together. No matter how much you annoy the other or how scary it is to be completely honest after years of lies.

She's with you. For real, for real.

[lilac-ravenclaw]

The Picnic 🧺

Sebastian Sallow x f!MC, (Raven Fawlty)

Summary: Just a couple weeks before their sixth year starts, Sebastian takes Raven on a picnic and finally tells her how he feels.

Content Notes: Fluff💕, brief mentions of abuse.

Word Count: 3,083

Author’s Notes: Been thinking about this little story for quite sometime, and apologizes for me taking forever to post it! Thank you so much @justadreamer20 for taking the time to proofread, I really appreciated it! I know this story isn’t perfectly written, so would love some feedback. I have an idea for another short story that I will start soon. There are references from the movies Annie (1982) and Matilda (1996)(anyone remember Ms. Trunchbull’s Chokey room?). Thanks so much for reading!✨

They had been hiking for quite awhile and even though Raven was a bit tired it did not matter because she was with her dearest friend, Sebastian, again after weeks of being apart. She had not left on the train after the school year ended like most of her friends did, but instead used her new shop in Hogsmeade as a place to stay for the summer. With all the practice she had in the Room of Requirement, conjuring the shop with a living area and bedrooms for her and Penny was simple.

Sebastian said he needed some time to think and reflect about everything that happened last school year. As much as she wished she wanted to see him, she respected his wishes. With Penny running the shop most of the time, it was easy to also get some much-needed alone time as well. Everything had changed in just a year... from simply being an orphan to finding out she was a witch and going to Hogwarts. Also being able to wield Ancient Magic. On top of all that, dealing with a goblin rebellion. That doesn’t even include helping countless others and trying to catch up with four years worth of studies.

The past several weeks was certainly a nice break from all the chaos and hardships experienced. She was used to solitude from the orphanage. Her caretaker usually isolated her for her disobedience. Then, there was mourning the loss of Professor Fig. He was the first person to believe in her and had quickly become a father figure. Therefore, she understood why Sebastian needed and wanted time to himself.

“Are we there yet?” Raven hollered at Sebastian who was ahead of her. She was now regretting wearing a dress for such an occasion, but in teenage boy fashion, Sebastian had not specified that they would be hiking to their destination.

Raven noticed Sebastian had certainly grown more over summer. Definitely grown more, she told herself.

“Shut it,” Raven abruptly hushed herself as if anyone heard her thoughts.

“What was that?” He turned his head towards her while still walking.

“Nothing!” Raven quickly called back. Merlin, keep it together woman.

Even though she had not grown much since she was 13, she still noticed how much he had changed. That boy she first met last year was almost gone, and he was turning into a man. Especially with his strides being longer compared to hers, therefore, she felt she needed to take extra steps just to keep up.

“Just a bit further, we’re almost at the top!” he turned to see she was a bit behind and stopped for a moment to wait for her to catch up. “Why are you all the way back there?” he teased her.

“Oh, you know, I just love making you wait for me. Sorry I cannot take troll size steps like you.”

Sebastian made a soft laugh, “Or maybe you’re just too dainty and small. How do you expect to keep fighting poachers or Dark Wizards if they can see right over your head?”

“You of all people should know I’m not dainty. I have crushed enough poachers AND Dark Wizards with ease,” Raven countered with a slight smile and raised her head as high as she could, finally catching up to him.

“You’re right, you are not dainty. I’ve seen you fight and to be honest… you can be quite terrifying. Yet completely brilliant.” He stared right at her, Merlin I have missed those eyes, he thought, without breaking eye contact for what felt like ages. She stared right back, blushing, and was trying to think of something to say but before she could he continued with, “But you’re still small though.” Sebastian said, clearing his throat and turning to continue walking. Not before Raven nudged him with her elbow.

As they continued on the trail, it was finally starting to even out and they were now walking on a plateau. The sun was getting lower but with no trees on top of this mountain there was plenty of light for a couple more hours.

“Why didn’t we just fly up here?” Raven asked, still regretting wearing a dress.

“Because half the fun is getting there. Wouldn’t be much of a surprise!”

As they kept walking, Raven could start to see Hogwarts coming into view in the distance. Hogsmeade was just below them, yet it still felt so far away with all the hiking.

“This is where we’ll stop,” Sebastian said as he put down his backpack and started pulling out a large blanket and draping it over the grass.

With a sigh of relief, Raven put down her pack and took out some tea he asked her to bring from Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. She brought some iced spearmint tea and lemon slices, which was perfect for a warm summer day. As Raven sat down and was taking off her shoes Sebastian continued to take out more items from his pack, some chicken salad sandwiches, deviled eggs, and some fruit salad.

“Did you make all this?” Raven asked, surprised.

“Yes, my mum would teach Anne how to prepare and cook when we were younger. I paid attention.”

They both sat down on the large blanket and stared at the sun setting behind the castle. It looked like a painting with all the vibrant oranges, reds, and yellows glowing in the sky, the castle just a darkened silhouette and the distant sounds coming from town. The last of the sun’s rays were sparkling along the Black Lake. As they were walking up Raven realized that she had been to this very spot before. It had been a couple of months, but she would fly her broom to the top of this mountain every so often and just look out at the landscape to think. But being here with Sebastian for the first time, it felt different. She did not want to ruin how happy he looked to have planned this, much like how she didn’t want to ruin their friendship if she told him how she really felt about him.

“I would like to learn how to cook. There wasn’t much opportunity at the orphanage as I was usually cleaning the linens/clothes. Then I came to Hogwarts and well… even less opportunity.”

“A Ravenclaw wanting to learn more?” He said, pretending to be shocked. “I’ll have to teach you.”

“Ooh would you please, Chef Sallow?” she said sarcastically, batting her eyes at him.

They both laughed and went back to staring at the view ahead. Indulging in the picnic treats and iced tea. They discussed what their schedules would be like and what career paths they might choose.

“To be honest I’m not too sure...” Sebastian said. “I spent so long trying to find a cure for Anne... I forgot to do things for myself. To think about things for myself… and now… I do not know if she will ever speak to me again after…”

“I am so sorry about what happened. You only tried to do your best and what you thought was best. I don’t know Anne very well, but I feel that she will come around. She just needs time. Solomon should have been more supportive and helpful. Instead, he was cruel and projected whatever problems he had onto both of you. That was not fair.” As Raven paused for a moment, staring at the blanket, Sebastian turned to look at her waiting for her next words. “Some people can only dream of having a family, having people to love and support you… some people will never have that.”

She could feel the tears forming on her eyes, but she quickly brushed them away. He knew she was referring to herself, it suddenly hit him how selfish he had been until that point. He knew he was in love with her, oh if he only had the courage to tell her. He knew her habits, her quirks, her laugh, her perfume, the way her dark hair falls so perfectly around her face… He knew all those things, yet he didn’t truly know her. Her past and her life before Hogwarts. He knew she lived in a muggle orphanage, and she ran away after something bad happened before Professor Fig found her. She had only spoken of it in passing before but he never questioned it, as he was so caught up in his own problems most of the time.

Since he first saw her walk into the Great Hall he was captivated. Then there was their trip to Hogsmeade, where he had spoken to Professor Weasley beforehand and offered to help her should she need it. Little did he know he would be called upon that same day to escort her to town. It was then he noticed the lovely lilac color of her eyes when the sun hit them exactly right. The way they shimmered and were so happy that day. Much like how they were shimmering right now with the sun getting lower, however, right now there was a sadness to them. He could not help but feel it was partly because of him and the pain he had caused her last year.

“I’m sorry…,” Sebastian said quietly, as Raven kept staring at the blanket, tracing the earth tone plaid pattern details with her eyes.

“It’s all right… it’s not your fault—” Raven began, but he cut her off suddenly.

“No, I’m so sorry. I feel like the whole time we have known each other I haven’t taken the time to ask about you. You have done everything to help me without even questioning it and I feel like I have not been a particularly good…,” he struggled to find the right word but landed on, “friend at the end of it all. Please know I am always here for you Raven.”

She looked at him from the corner of her eye, her heart beating a bit harder. You have been the best of friend to me, she thought. She noticed how he paused before saying “friend” but didn’t read too much into it. He probably did just mean ‘friend.’ “Well, what would you like to know?”

He thought for a moment, “What is your favorite book?”

She was a little taken back by the question, honestly no one had asked, nor had she given it much thought. She loved all sorts of books, Wuthering Heights, Frankenstein, ironically, Lois the Witch. But there was one piece of text she always went back to. “Well, if I had to pick a book it would be Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. But as for my favorite piece to read it would have to be The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe. It was first published on the 29th of January… which, as you know, happens to be my birthday,” she said a little proudly.

Sebastian sat there frozen in total shock because he did not know when her birthday was. “Oh yes of course!” He played it off casually. Merlin’s beard, you are such a bastard, he thought to himself. He also noted to himself to find this poem and read it.

“What about you? What is your favorite piece of literature?” She asked.

“Well to be honest I don’t remember when the last time I read an enjoyable book. I have spent too much time reading tomes, scrolls and other research papers to help my sister. Plus, with studying I lost track. I’ll have to get back to you on that one.”

They had gone back and forth asking each other questions before he started asking more serious ones.

“What was it like at the muggle orphanage?”

Raven paused for a moment. She had not thought of that place in a long time that it almost felt like a lifetime ago. Someone else’s life perhaps. “It was… grim, to say the least. It was all girls there, and we had basic studies such as reading and writing. Ms. Tilcott would give the older kids to other families to work for as servants. That’s how she got the money for the building, but she mostly kept it for herself. When we weren’t working, she would… discipline us if we were ‘out of line.’ There was a small closet in her office that smelled so bloody fowl and had nails sticking out in different directions. She would always find someone to punish and leave them in there for hours. I found myself in there most days. All because I couldn’t stand to see her beat any of the smaller kids.”

Sebastian was tense with anger. His knuckles white from how furious he was just thinking about it.

“Did you know any of your family from before?”

“I did not, I was there since I can remember. I didn’t even have a real name when I was left there. Ms. Tilcott had to give me one. ‘Faulty’ is what she would call me. Because of my appearance…,” she gestured at her eyes, “and abandonment. ‘Why would anyone want to adopt you,’ she would tell me.”

How could anyone think she was “faulty”? Why would she keep that name? She was the most incredible woman he’s ever known. Fearless, headstrong, smart, always called him out if he was being a twat, yet so gentle and kind. Part of him wanted to know where this hell hole was and give this Ms. Tilcott a taste of her own medicine.

“So, your last name…?”

She knew what he was getting at. “I know it’s spelled wrong, all part of Ms. Tilcott’s plan to humiliate me. I kept it because I wanted to prove I was worthy. Maybe someday I will mean something to someone.”

You mean everything to me; he thought letting out a long sigh to himself.

They sat in silence for a few moments as Raven knew he was thinking about his next question. “Why did you let me cast Crucio on you?”

The memory quickly flashed in Raven’s mind and of the pain the spell caused. “Because… because we needed to get out. We would have been trapped down there. I couldn’t ask Ominis to cast the spell let alone suffer through it again. You had only just taught me the spell, so you casting it on me was the obvious choice.” She turned to face Sebastian, “I couldn’t do that to….” She trailed off and went back to look at the sun. Which is just sitting on the horizon now.

Sebastian moved a little closer still staring at her. “It still pains me that I did that to you. That’s my fault. I should’ve been better as I was so selfish then. I didn’t truly mean it, only enough to get us out of there. I couldn’t stand inflicting that much pain onto you even for just those few moments. I am so sorry.”

The sun finally finished dropping below the horizon. The stars were becoming more visible, some lights were shining from the town now. “Sebastian, it is ok. I’m all right. We are alive because of it and— “

He interrupted her again and placed his hand on top of hers moving closer to her. “I sound so repetitive… again I’m so sorry darling.” Raven could feel the tears building up again.

‘Darling’? Is that what he just said? she thought.

“You have done everything for me. I can never repay you.” He gave her hand a light squeeze and she reciprocated. “You are incredible and have overcome so much. I don’t deserve your kindness or friendship. I have done quite a lot of thinking over the summer…” She turned her head to look at him, but Sebastian was now staring at the blanket. Raven could feel her heart pounding and she had to remind herself to keep breathing as she waited for his next words. “I made a lot of mistakes last year. Everyone tried to tell me to stop but I was too bloody stubborn to listen. Without even knowing me you risked so much.” He looked up at her and gently caressed her cheek. Stop being a coward and just tell her, he told himself. “I’m not sure how much longer I can go without telling you how much you terrify me. You appeared out of nowhere and I was enamored with you before I could truly admit it to myself. Not being with you over summer was quite difficult because I love you, Raven.”

It felt like time had stopped and she truly forgot to breathe. Raven could feel the tears pooling on her eyes as she sat there in disbelief but so happy to hear him say he needed her as much as she needed him. All this time, he felt the same way.

The distance sounds of Hogsmeade and crickets chirping were filling the evening air. Sebastian was feeling more nervous the longer the quite lasted. He looked deep into her lilac eyes getting lost in them; he could stare at those eyes forever. “…Sweetheart?” he broke her rapid train of thought and brought her back down from the clouds.

She was trembling lightly and kept opening her mouth trying to find the words. “I… I feel the same way Seb. If I had to do it all over again, I would not change anything. I loved you since you took the blame in the library. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

With a feeling of relief and joy, he placed both hands on her cheeks and brushed the tears away with his thumbs as she closed her eyes in comfort. To Raven his hands felt so warm and safe. He stared at her for a moment before kissing her gently, and he could feel her cheeks forming into a smile. His kiss felt like a small electric current running through her body.

They touched foreheads as he continued, “There no need to cry, my love.”

“I’m sorry I’m just so happy. I have dreamt of this moment for so long. When did you know?” she asked.

“I have loved you since you threw my arse off the Dueling Table. I didn’t think love at first sight was possible.” Raven snorted a breathy laugh.

“You do not have to feel alone anymore. I am not going anywhere. I hope I am not out of line by saying someday you will not have the name ‘Fawlty’ anymore. I will make sure of that.”

[berie-kat]

Lore (part 1/2)!

Santiago Corvus ( Bernie Corvos) Story

Born to the Rich Corvus Family, Bernie, or Right now known as Santiago Corvus, was raised to take over the family business of Wine and Crow Messengers. He followed the role he was meant to play for a few years till he found himself intrigued with chemistry and alchemy. In secret he studied books on the magics of the world. He finally found a passion in life that he wished to pursue.

Soon his parents found out his secret and disapproved of his dreams to become a rogue scientist. After long arguments that lasted for weeks they told Santiago that he had to leave if he wanted to pursue this ‘insane’ dream of his, and he did.

He left at the age of 15, with nothing but his books and some pocket money. For a few months he lived on the streets till one day he met a lady named Alexandra who was a fellow scientist, not exactly a rogue scientist but a scientist,who offered him to stay with her. He was grateful and started to get on his feet.

They lived together for a few years in peace. Alexandra allowed him to use her laboratory for chemistry, he did do some chemistry but also worked on Alchemy in secret. He worked through many nights while taking notes on what he learned and what he wished to improve in his mixing.

Santiago saw Alexandra as mother for taking him in, but he was still distrustful to show her his work because he thought she would kick him out. Finally at the age 19 he brought up the courage to show her his work that he was proud of.

But, the moment he showed her his books and potions she was shocked and terrified. Santiago panicked at her reaction and tried to stop her from leaving. In a rash reaction he tried to show off what he could do but instead he dropped a bunch of chemicals and caused a great explosion.

He was hit by the explosion on his back and soon the building caught on fire. He was on the ground from the explosion and developed burns. He tried to pull himself up, but he couldn’t from shock and he called out to Alexandra for help.

She was gone, he looked up to see she had left him in the burning building alone. He felt betrayed and heartbroken.

Slowly he crawled out the building before it collapsed. He laid on the ground crying from pain, not only physically but emotionally. He was abandoned again by someone he trusted.

Later on the news of a rogue scientist burning a building down and Santiago went into hiding trying to figure out what to do. He thought for a long while, and finally decided.

He was going to give up being a scientist. He blamed science for everything he lost. Changing his name and deciding to study medicine he started his journey to become a doctor.

He refused to make relationships of any kind and became cold hearted.

He believed trusting others is only for idiots, and never got along with his fellow colleagues while studying. In the end it came with a positive effect, he was the top of his class and became versatile in many subjects.

Finally graduating he worked at a clinic for a few months, but one day everything changed. He got a job offer to work as a doctor for society. At first he refused but after many calls and raises in pay he agreed.

He soon arrived to see he was going to work for The Society for Arcane Science. He immediately regretted his decision and tried to leave. But he realized he already signed the contract so he couldn’t leave even if he tried.

After that he officially became the Doctor of The Society for Arcane Science. He does monthly checks on each scientist, yes monthly, in his words “ if I could I would do it daily because how reckless those damn fools can get”.

Bernie Corvos( Mf couldn’t think of a different last name so he just changed a letter) soon became a permanent resident of the society against his will! :)

( he is secretly growing to love the place)

If ya read all this, congrats, wow, I really appreciate it :D

Thank you for reading

Soon Ales story will be told!

[loominggaia]

What would happen if Cerulea daughters were teleported to their aunt

If they were all magically teleported to Uekoro, I think the first thing they'd do is complain about the heat/humidity. Average temps in the Blue Valley are around 50-70f, while Uekoro is more like 80-100f. They'd all be sweating buckets in their layered dresses, thick makeup running down their faces, wishing to dress modestly because of their culture but suffering miserably because of it.

Azura's wearing a typical Matuzan crop top and loin cloth. "If you ladies want to borrow some of my clothes, just say so. You must be dying in those dresses!" she tells them.

Scandalized, Lazuline's like, "But auntie, we can see your...[whispers] knees!"

Saphirra tries seducing Jelani, but just creeps him out. He's been around the block enough times to know batshit-crazy when he sees it.

Clementino has attached himself to Teal and cannot be extracted. He's like a barnacle. She just has to carry him everywhere now or he starts screaming louder than a volcanic eruption.

Cyana is a little too intrigued by the harem ladies...

Marine and Tyger are raising hell together. They cause 400k in property damages within 10 minutes.

Skylie is reading to Rustafi. He throws a tantrum because he didn't like how the story ended. Skylie makes up a new, better ending on the fly and he instantly calms down.

Cobalt is terrified. He's scared to move, speak, or do anything at all, because he's never been away from his mother before and everything here is so alien to him. Eventually Azura reassures him and he ends up having the time of his life at the palace. He never wants to go home.

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🌟🚗 Welcome back to “Keeping Up with the Cullens”! I never thought I’d say this, but Midnight Sun actually got… good? Yes, you read that right! After trudging through Edward’s endless brooding and inner turmoil, the book finally delivered moments so intense and relatable that I had to pause and really take them in. These chapters are a must-discuss because they shed new light on Edward’s character, and trust me, it’s a perspective I haven’t seen explored enough! 🧛‍♂️💋 Honestly, I love it because it shows that even sparkly vampires can have teenage meltdowns. 😂✨

Let’s kick things off with the most ridiculous, over-the-top car chase in vampire history. Edward, in full-blown panic mode, doesn’t just drive fast—he goes full-on action hero by stealing a flashy car to speed across town and save Bella from James! 🚗💥 I mean, who knew Edward had a secret need for speed? It’s like he’s suddenly in a vampire version of Fast & Furious, but with a lot more angst and existential dread. You can almost hear him muttering, “Outta the way, mere mortals!” as he zooms through traffic like a bat out of hell. 😂 Seriously, this whole scene is so over-the-top that you can’t help but laugh and cheer him on. Edward’s driving is described as borderline suicidal—he’s pushing the car to its limits, and you can feel his sheer desperation with every reckless turn. He’s absolutely terrified he won’t reach Bella in time, and it’s honestly like watching someone try to beat their own high score in a racing game, except the stakes are a million times higher. 🏎️💨

But after the car chase, the story takes a much more gut-wrenching turn when Edward arrives at the hospital. For once, Edward is acting like a normal, concerned boyfriend, and it’s both shocking and refreshing. Charlie’s not there to help with Renée—he’s stuck dealing with a court appearance, which totally sucks but also makes sense. So, Edward steps up, making sure Renée has everything she needs and is comfortable, just like any boyfriend would. It’s kind of surreal to see him in this role, especially after all the dramatic vampire stuff. He’s navigating Renée’s thoughts, which are practically screaming at him, but he still manages to keep it together. Renée, of course, is immediately suspicious of this perfect, polished young man who seems too good to be true. Edward can barely keep his anxiety in check as he tries to maintain a calm exterior while internally, he’s a wreck. 😅💖

And then there’s the chapel scene. Edward, our brooding, angst-filled vampire, actually prays. 🙏 Yep, he’s praying to Bella’s God for the strength to leave her because he’s convinced that staying with her is too dangerous. “I prayed to a God I wasn’t sure existed, to the God of her people, that he might give me the strength to leave her.” This moment is so gut-wrenching because it shows just how much Edward is willing to sacrifice for Bella. He’s not just some cold, immortal being; he’s deeply conflicted and desperate. You can feel his pain as he contemplates a future without Bella, even though it’s the last thing he wants. 😩💔 This prayer scene is significant because it humanizes Edward in a way we haven’t seen before. He’s acknowledging that he’s out of his depth, that he needs help from a higher power to do what he believes is right. It’s a raw, vulnerable moment that makes his internal struggle so much more real. It’s one of those moments where you realize just how deeply he loves her, and it honestly makes the eventual breakup even more heartbreaking. 💔😭

I seriously teared up. 😢 I’m not very religious, and most people would be shocked I even pray when I need strength, but Edward praying and then lying to Bella is my absolute favorite part because it’s the most human thing. After seeing Bella’s anxiety in the hospital, Edward decides that this isn’t the time to leave her. He knows she needs him right now, and he even lies about staying with her forever because he can’t bear to tell her the truth. “I couldn’t tell her that I wouldn’t stay. I couldn’t tell her that I didn’t have forever to give. But I had to let her believe it, because the truth would destroy her right now.” This is gut-wrenching because Edward is trapped in his own emotional turmoil. He absolutely hates lying to her—seriously, I don’t know how he’s doing it. 🤯 The fact that he’s staying while she recovers, knowing he’s going to leave, is just heartbreaking, especially since he’s seen Alice’s vision of Bella being comatose and depressed after he’s gone. I wanna cry just thinking about these hospital scenes. 😭💔💔

Their conversation in the hospital is filled with so much tension and love that it’s almost unbearable. Bella, still weak and in pain, tries to comfort Edward, who is wracked with guilt. “Don’t I taste as good as I smell?” Bella tries to lighten the mood with a joke, but Edward can’t even play along. His love for her is so intense that he can barely contain his emotions. When Bella asks him why he didn’t just let the venom spread, Edward’s response is heartbreaking: “I can’t do it, Bella. I won’t do that to you.” 💔💬 You can feel the struggle in every word he says—he wants to give her everything, but he’s terrified of what that would mean. It’s in these moments that Edward’s true nature shines through; he’s not just a vampire, but a man deeply in love and profoundly conflicted about what that love means for Bella’s future. 😢💔

And let’s not forget the little moments of humor sprinkled in. When Edward is pushing Bella in a wheelchair, he actually growls at people who stare at her too long. “A low, warning growl slipped through my lips when anyone looked too long at her fragile form.” 🦁 It’s such an overprotective boyfriend move, but you can’t help but smile because it shows just how fiercely he cares for her. Edward’s protective instincts are in overdrive, and while he’s usually so controlled, the thought of anyone causing Bella discomfort sends him into a near-animalistic rage. It’s almost like he’s a regular guy, freaking out because his girlfriend is hurt, and he doesn’t want anyone making her feel worse. 😂💪

The prom scene is another bittersweet moment. 💃🕺 Edward takes Bella to prom, not because he’s into it, but because he wants to give her a good memory—something she can hold onto when he’s gone. “I wanted to give her something to remember me by—something she could hold onto when I was gone.” 🥲 This is so sad because Edward is already planning his departure, even as he’s trying to make Bella happy in the moment. It’s that classic vampire dilemma—how do you balance your love for someone with the knowledge that your very existence puts them in danger? The prom, with its lights, music, and human warmth, contrasts sharply with Edward’s cold, calculating decision to leave. He’s trying to give Bella a piece of normalcy, something she can look back on fondly, even though he knows it will only make his departure that much more painful for her. 🥺💃

Finishing Midnight Sun has left me with so many emotions. 😵 Just when the book finally started diving into the parts of the story I was most curious about—Edward’s POV during these critical moments—it ended, leaving me craving more. Meyer did a fantastic job of humanizing Edward in these final chapters, showing us that even a century-old vampire can have teenage meltdowns, moments of doubt, and flashes of humor. 🧛‍♂️✨ I have so much more to say about these chapters, but I’ll save that for another post… or maybe two. Stay tuned for more deep dives into Edward’s surprisingly human moments and all the drama that comes with being a sparkly vampire in love. 💔✨

[genericpuff]

a shapeshifting time traveler and his apprentice who works as a minimum wage barista get pissed because their perfect speedrun keeps getting ruined by two teenagers with a kill count

they're about to run attempt 9999 and the barista is terrified that his boss is about to end up in some Y2K situation

the time traveler is very old and really does not care for the pop culture references from his apprentice whose strongest skill is creating latte art

they don't even get the bragging rights of being the main characters but still have to do the job of the main characters because the actual main characters are too involved in their love/hate relationship to be any good at saving the world

this is time gate.

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OKAY BUT HONESTLY I've been kind of stressing over making this post not because I didn't want to follow through on that poll I hosted, but also just because like... it's original work! And it's original work that I've been doing for over a decade in relative obscurity. So it's a little nerve-wracking to be like "Hey guys! Go read this comic that I started drawing nearly a decade ago! It really shows!" especially when I'm doing it from an alt account (i.e. this one) that people know me for being relatively confident on. It's like being that "one kid" in show & tell with their Pokemon cards all over again 🤣 I kept trying to come up with some kind of post that would "justify" me posting about it all, but nothing felt "good enough" so I finally went back to this draft about Springlock and decided to use that as the icebreaker. It's now or never.

Time Gate is a dark fantasy series I've been working on since about 2007/2008ish. It's existed on the Internet in multiple forms, starting as a Zelda fanfic online in 2009 and then dropping all the Zelda stuff and turning into an original comic series in 2014. Since then its first installment, Reaper, finished in 2021, two hours before the 'untimely' death of Betty White that totally wasn't the fault of my main character who can predict people's deaths. Reaper's completed narration of the beginning of [loop: 9998] clocks in at over 2,000 pages.

Now I'm working on Time Gate: [AFTERBIRTH] which is a direct continuation of Reaper and is drawn in the more vertical webtoon style. Yes, the choice of title is intentional, funnily enough the episode featuring my main character bursting out of a tub of her own blood and bodily fluids only got removed by Webtoons for having "too much boob curve". So I covered it up with more blood and that got Webtoons' seal of approval. Webtoons is... weird.

This series is a love letter to all those "weird kids" who grew up wondering why they got dopamine rushes off of arguments and fights or getting in over their heads trying to grow up too fast. It's a love letter to the people who love hyper-analyzing convoluted and way-too-long narratives with overpowered characters who could only exist within the limitless bounds of the imagination.

But most of all, it's a love letter to the part of me that still adores dumb over-the-top weeb shit.

That being said, this piece of work is not intended to provide comfort, but rather, catharsis. Don't read it looking for any kind of guidance on life or interpersonal relationships. Its story and its characters are only concerned with what comes after - when the lights have gone out and the hourglass has run empty.

This series contains blood/gore and fantasy violence, and depicts adult topics such as post-traumatic stress disorder through a fictional lens. It is not intended for anyone under the age of 18+.

I have a dedicated Time Gate blog, so you might see some reblogs here every now and then as I start to use it more (though I'm currently resting through a hiatus, LORE | REKINDLED came around at the perfect time for me to have something new to work on).

As you may have guessed, with Reaper originally launching in 2014 (when I was literally 18) the comic has... not aged gracefully, at least in my opinion, and could use some reworking, at least the first few volumes (I'm still pretty happy with the stuff that came out around the 2019-2021 mark after I took a nearly 2 year hiatus).

Of course, I can't stop y'all from looking it up and reading it (the original version will still be canon even if it's aged so help yourself) but just know there's a dedicated redraw and rewrite on the way <3

And if it's not your cup of tea, that's fine! It's a completely different story with different goals from Rekindled. The main characters aren't saints and they're in a relationship I definitely wouldn't recommend anyone be in LMAO

That being said, don't be surprised if you hear the subtle heartbeat of Time Gate underneath the floorboards of Rekindled~

[callmewrinkles3]

#ciwyw is my all time favourite fic on this site! I have read and re-read it so many times and each time I find something new to appreciate and each time I am totally blown away by your creativity and story telling. Thank you for sharing Dan & Em’s (and Blake’s & Charlie’s & Lulu’s) stories with us! The social posts and timelines and all the extra content are cherries on the top of a delicious literary masterpiece!

Anyway, would love to see what you come up with from these prompts:

5. Can you hear me?

30. Let’s burn it down.

Much love.

You are the sweetest! Thank you so much for the sweet words. We really love knowing that you enjoy the story.

Also for this one we didn't include n.30 because we already used it on another prompt, but there you have number 5!

September 2025

As soon as Dan signed the contract for the AlphaTauri seat they had to plan it all out. They knew it was going to be so, so hard on the road with one baby, two would be impossible. So the plans were made and deadlines set, and those plans included no more kids until Dan was retired. Or at the very least the summer break in 2026. But best laid plans.

Em knew nearly immediately. She couldn’t explain how, she couldn’t verbalise it to anyone, but she knew that she was pregnant. It felt exactly like the last two times, especially when she’d realised that she was pregnant with Lulu. The problem was that she had no idea how to tell Dan that they had to change all of their plans. He was supposed to be racing until 2026 with her and Lulu by his side, and then they were going home. That’s when they were going to have more babies because they wanted Lulu to have at least one sibling.

It wasn’t supposed to be a year earlier, and Em had no idea what to do. More importantly, she had no idea how she was going to tell Dan. She didn’t know if she could even wait until she had a pregnancy test in her hand. That involved leaving the apartment, buying one in the Boots down the road, coming back and taking it. And it also involved lying to Dan’s face when he was just in the living room playing with Lulu and she couldn’t. She just couldn’t.

So instead she took a deep breath and decided to leave the bedroom to go to her husband and toddler.

“Mama!” The first thing she heard was Lulu’s excited voice, hands reaching out like always to grab Em and pull her to sit down on the floor. How could she say no to her favourite little face?

“Mama’s finally here so I’m not relevant anymore, hey?” Dan joked, making her laugh when they both knew that Lulu was a Daddy’s girl through and through.

“You know that’s not right. We’re both your girls.” It was the perfect moment of sitting in Dan’s lap with his arms around her, Lulu clambering in to sit on Em’s and get cuddles from her parents. Em loved every second of it. She loved being wrapped in her husband’s arms while they got to hold their beautiful, active, brilliant daughter. It was the perfection that made Em terrified of ruining it, but they promised. No secrets.

“Hey love? I need to tell you something.”

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah. I think so. I just…I think I’m pregnant.”

Emmy could see her husband’s jaw drop in slow motion. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him react like this. They’d been there before when Dan was the one who realised first that she was pregnant with Lulu, but she could see the way his brain was trying to process the information and the idea of a second baby. As the silence dragged on Em began to freak out, especially how he was just staring at her but not saying anything at all. He was never silent, never quiet for more than a few seconds, especially not at home. Em always said that the reason he snored was because he couldn’t be silent even while sleeping. Even with the noise and how he was always talking she wouldn’t change her husband for the world, except for right now when she wished he’d say something to her.

“Dan? Babe? Can you hear me?”

“Daddee!” It was Lulu’s hand on his cheek and her call that made Dan react, Lulu holding Ony up asking him to play with her and her favourite teddy. He grinned at her as he pulled her in.

“Just a second, Love,” he replied to Lulu, pressing kisses to her curly hair as he kept his eyes fixed with Em. “Emmy, are we having another baby?”

The sparkle and happy smirk from the first time they got confirmation that they were going to be parents spread across his face, and that was all Em needed to know that it was going to be more than fine. Whatever they had to do would be worth it for their babies.

[hidden-poet]

I just finished reading chapter 3 & 4 of commander snow and WOW!!! How are you not on New Yorks best selling author list? Jesus your writing is AMAZING!!! 

Okay the way he grabbed her neck and kept kissing and biting her neck while she was searching him for morphling in so much distress was so hot 🥵🥵 (I mean all the sexual content in commander snow is so hot; don’t even get me started on him eating her out and forcing her to give him 2 bjs in less than 24 hours 😂 soooo much to unpack there in those scenes *CHEFS KISS* MUAH)!!! He’s so proud of himself after that too with digging into that apple pie and feeding it to her 😂 And what’s this whole deal about him not fucking her until he goes back to the capitol? What does this man have planned for her?

The way he has this constant need for validation to feel love and nurture from the her warms my heart 🥹 even tho this man delusional as fuck and I shouldn’t feel bad for him but you got me conflicted over here and I WANT HIM TO CORRUPT ME😭 He’s so possessive over her and her independence 😫🥵

Coryo really out here using readers toothbrushes in both commander snow and snow lands on top 😂 but I find them sharing it so hot. I also love how this man has a constant slapping kink in each of your fics hehehe 🥵

Idk why but the way he takes over her whole bed is so funny to me 😂 but him taking her wrist and rubbing it 🥹 even though he’s the one who damaged it in the first place 😂 and the tending to her mother and comforting her (again his own damn doing LOL) 

When he says “I’ll never understand why they run.” Really boy? Really? Are you really that delusional?

I really appreciate you making these super long cause that’s my jam and can’t get enough!!! Also what I love about your dark coryo work is that you make them DARK DARK which is my absolute undoing in the world of dark fiction 🫠

I am missing so much moreeeee here but your work is making me go FERAL RN I HONESTLY CANT THINK STRAIGHT WITH THIS MAN ROAMING AROUND IN MY HEAD 247😫

I also wanted to talk about snow lands on top real quick. I LOVE Mabel absolutely love her. (Bad bitch fearless energy) especially when she drops his clothes on the floor refusing to wear them "no, thank you" 😂 And can we take a minute to acknowledge how CUTE the name Mabel is?

The way you portray Dr. Gaul is soooooooo scary scary ACCURATE to the tea! That woman truly terrifies me 😂

The way he just threatens her and her family and commands her what to do and what not to do 😫 the asking her to help him with his sock made me giggle lol.

I see grandma’am is still the same bitter old lady 😂 And the whole thing at the dinner table with the bread is so funny yet so cute on Mabels part🥹 coryo was getting really agitated at that 😂 she definitely tests his limits which is why I love Mabel sm!!

Okay him teaching her how to read and write 🫠 he's basically training her like a dog 😂 from district scum to captiol gal!!

And not this man drugging her and sprinkling his manhood all over her stomach while she’s laying there like sleeping beauty 😂 still have to give him some respect for not going all the way with her whilst in her deep slumber 😂

I cannot WAIT for the next part to drop on both these AMAZING stories!!!!!!!!!!!

This is possibly my favourite ask ever 🥺😭 you are far too kind!

Thank you for taking the time out to read my work, and further time to write out this lovely comment! It’s means so much.

Commander snow is only nice when you are nice. Which is so hard because he is so terrible!

I am really trying to link his sad backstory as to why he acts certain ways towards the reader.

Also!

I did not even pick up that both Coroys used the same brush! Good eye! I suppose it is just super hot!

I think he is more cocky than delusional in that scene.

“I never understand why they run” because I always catch them.

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Coriolanus snow also haunts my head! He’s got free realestate there.

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I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKED SNOW LANDS ON TOP.

Thank you again! Please let me know what you are thinking about each chapter, I love your thoughts ❤️❤️