#okay you need to Convince me

[scribefindegil]

Do you have any fic recommendations? Absolutely adore your writing and I'm struggling to find any other fics beside them that I like quite as much

You'll have to be more specific! There are plenty of Mob fics (I assume you're talking about Mob fics) that I've enjoyed reading, but almost none that I would recommend to everyone without caveat.

I think it's a really hard fandom to write for because there's a lot of nuance to the story and characters which is agonizingly difficult to get right. The characters are all very multifaceted and contradictory in a way that makes them easy to mischaracterize. The story does a really good job balancing psychic battles with slice-of-life moments and humor with drama and character beats that make you cry your eyes out. It has a light touch to a lot a character moments which can conflict with the fanfic urge to really roll around and wallow in emotions, especially those connected to trauma. Its moral framework is very different from the dominant paradigm of American culture and media (in a way which I find extremely good and refreshing and cathartic! But which is often not reflected in fanworks.) And then on top of that I am extremely sensitive and cannot handle any content where the characters don't get to be happy, or AUs that feel like they don't give Mob a robust enough character arc, or anything that feels Thematically Inconsistent, or or or.

ALL THAT TO SAY i am very picky despite having read through nearly the entire dang ao3 tag (with the obvious filters).

So.

There are basically zero fics where I'm like "Yes, this is perfect, this feels exactly like the show and the characters and I will recommend it to everyone!" There are a lot of fics where like. They are well-written and I think accomplish what the author set out to do but they are not What I Want because they don't feel like Mob to me (on a spectrum from "What the author wants to accomplish is diametrically opposed to what I want and it makes me Mad" to "What the author wants to accomplish is like. Adjacent to what I want but we disagree on some finer points.") And there are a lot of fics where I very much enjoy some aspects of them but am unhappy with others.

So like. What do you want, specifically?

I could give you a reclist of "Fics that handle X character well." I could give you a reclist of "Fics that handle X relationship well" (within reason; I mostly care about gen so I've read a bunch of shipfic but I'm Not The Target Audience for anything except ekurei and maaaaybe terumob). I could probably give you a reclist based on a specific trope or mood. I could give you a reclist of "Fics that are objectively good in most regards but they don't include Dimple so I'm grumpy about it." I could give you a reclist of "Fics I read during my three-month curse-induced fic binge that made me stop and say 'oh' out loud because everything was starting to blur together and they managed to feel sharp and different." I wish I could give you a reclist of "Fics that handle The Themes well" but. I have not been satisfied on this account.

But I can't just give you a general reclist because depending on where I set my standards it's either "That one timeloop fic that's on every reclist ever and absolutely nothing else" or "200 things with various longwinded disclaimers".

#SORRY THIS WAS PROBABLY NOT HELPFUL #mob is hard to fandom for because i love canon SO much that anything else is like #okay you need to Convince me #conversations #mp100

[egophiliac]

(almost) four years in, and I finally had time to draw something for the anniversary! woo! 🎉🎉🎉

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #because i need to talk for a minute about how the plot of the anniversary story so far is literally just #crowley jumpscares us in our living room to demand we make him lunch and yuu is just like 'i need to start locking the door' #oh twst you always know just how to get me #the qol updates though! CONVERTING SINGLE KEYS INTO 10-SETS YES THANK YOU OH MY GOD #SKIP LESSON TICKETS!!!! #3X BATTLE SPEED!!!!!!!!!!!! #SAVE TEAM BUILDS AND SUPPORT CARDS FINALLY AHHHHH #oh and some other stuff too but look i NEEDED these things #also master chef grim! he's so precious! #though he's not going to get a little sporty uniform after all? #grim canonically flies in the nude i guess #no it's okay chef grim is ADORABLE #if you zoom in on his card you can see little smoodges from his inexpert cake decoration 😭 #which on the one hand is cute but on the other hand i'd been convinced he'd just slapped some frosting and candles on an actual can of tuna #anyway happy (a few days until the) fourth anniversary everybody! #i've been here since the beginning (preregistered during the dorm reveals babyyyy) and it REALLY doesn't feel like it's been four years #you know what they say: time flies when you're watching anime characters have emotional problems

[teatitty]

It's way funnier to me to imagine that Geralt is the one who desperately wants Dandelion to winter at Kaer Morhen with him but Dandelion keeps saying no on the simple grounds that it's too fucking cold and do you want me to die Geralt? Do you want me to get hypothermia and fucking die?

And Geralt's like "please I am begging on my knees I will cuddle you every night to keep you warm I just need to prove you actually exist"

#the witcher books #dandelion #geralt of rivia #gerlion #you know those romcom plots that are like 'I told my fam I have a bf and now they want to meet him so pls pretend to date me'? #this is like that except the reverse #geralt tells his fam he has a bestie who's a bard that cuddles with him at night and they all just #don't believe him bc it sounds so ridiculous #'it's okay to say you're just lonely geralt you don't need to Invent A Guy to convince us you're not' #'I DIDN'T INVENT A GUY HE'S REAL I PROMISE STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE I'M A PATHETIC WET DOG'

[inkskinned]

it mattered because when my brother asked me what if this is the happiest you'll ever be? the best you'll ever get? the thing i felt was fear, not peace. everybody thought you were so perfect for me. even i thought you were "helping me grow". i had to challenge every internal clock. make myself more thoughtful, more kind, more beautiful.

i told my therapist it was good because i like the changes i made and there's something so strong about saying i did that. the problem is that i can like the difference all i want, but i changed for you. something akin to getting your name tattooed, all my progress is stamped with fuck you.

it was the happiest i'd ever been and also the best i'd ever gotten. i would still get in the car and think what the fuck just happened.

#warm up #writeblr #i spent a lot of time picturing our future #how funny to think: in each version of our future #i was never myself #i was someone smarter kinder braver #better adept. #who could navigate the way you shouted and got angry at small things and never fucking believed the best of me #i would never be needy and you'd never get tired of me #people usually talk about how we picture people as being “fixable”. but i assumed i was the problem. my idyllic picture wasn't of you. #it was a version of me that wasn't ill. that needed no extra help. that could be your wife and happy #the fact i wasn't happy was because there is something so wrong inside me. it's always been that way. i convinced myself: #if i stay i can change. if i stay i can make it worth it. i can apologize and fix this. and make us both okay. #for the last year i've been thinking about how you blamed our whole breakup on me. how it was my fault for whatever thing. #and i agreed with you. because of course i did. you'd trained me to believe everything was my fault . that you wanted to love me and i made #it far too hard. that i was always finding ways to ''set you off'. #a few days ago while i was doing something else #i realized that while i was in crisis you told me to fuck off and find someone else to get help. and you never fucking apologized . #you said i made you do that because i wasn't being sensible. i had been crying too hard to speak clearly. #you said: you're doing this to manipulate me. #you forgave yourself for that. i had to forgive you without apology. you said you were right to react that way. and then you were SO #SO annoyed. any time i said: i feel like you aren't nice to me. it is hard to trust that you love me. #i don't think about you that much anymore. but these days when i do: all i can think is that im not sure u ever really understood kindness #you were the cruelest to the people closest to you. and most of the time. that meant it fell to me.

[lovesickeros]

☆ decadence divine [ act I ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.

She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.

They weren't making it easy, however.

Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.

Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.

Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.

All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.

"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."

Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.

Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.

Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.

He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.

Now a masquerade.

He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.

So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.

Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.

No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.

Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?

He dares not ponder.

Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.

"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.

"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..

He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.

"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He had waited too long.

No longer.

FURINA

Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.

But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..

They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.

Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.

They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.

But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.

Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.

She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.

Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.

But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.

"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.

Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.

Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.

She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.

"But if you want to make it up to me.."

#genshin impact #genshin impact yandere #genshin yandere #neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #arlecchino x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #furina x reader #yandere furina #yandere furina x reader #fic tag #pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic #aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage #esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy #not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing #furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley #vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check. #a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down #its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying.......... #only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her................. #also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf #no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up.. #yet #anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you #and make you owe her #two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight) #also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye #also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay

[merakiui]

thinking,,,,,,,, darling who has a cryptic pregnancy....... [insert twst character here] reacting to it,,, maybe you and floyd and you're both a little dense because neither of you could have ever guessed. T_T

"what do you mean you were pregnant this whole time???? i thought shrimpy just got softer. :D" - floyb mindset.

in floyd's defense, he has no idea how human pregnancies work. he slept through that part of land boot camp!!! fell asleep the minute the professor started droning on about how humans don't lay eggs like mers do. jade can only chuckle (maybe he knew, but in classic jade fashion he won't tell because it's much more entertaining to sit back and watch everyone slowly figure it out) and azul is shaking his head in disbelief. had he known, he would have prepared well in advance to lend a helping hand. and you're just so amazed because maybe you were told you're unable to get pregnant, but somehow it happened and you had no idea all this time.

thank you to floyd and his mer virility for doing what was thought to be the impossible!!!!!! <3

#meraki mumbles #tw: pregnancy #conversely this happens with rollo and he's convinced it's a gift from god LOL he feels very blessed <3 #OOOOO THIS CONCEPT WITH CATER #i need to write something with cater....... he gives me many thoughts but i never write any of them >_< #WAIT. CATER BEING SOMETHING OF A CRINGEFAIL #he kinda sorta sucks at adulting but he's trying and you're his roommate and you're not in a relationship but you fuck #and cater's okay with it because it's easier when he's not attached #but then cryptic pregnancy happens and now he's hit with the weight of: 'wow..... i'm going to be a father' #cater definitely goes to trey for advice #omg cater inviting riddle and trey to breakfast and being like 'sooooo what if i said cay-cay's gonna be a dad? :3' #he catches both of them so off guard... #AAAAAA SORRY FOR RAMBLING IN TAGS OTL

[clairenatural]

I think Dean keeps sneaking out of heaven literally forever. at some point everyone gives up trying to stop him, as long as he agrees to chill on the time travel and multiverse meddling. I think he keeps an eye on everyone still on earth and jumps down whenever Claire needs help on a hunt or Sam burns dinner or Charlie wants a ren faire buddy but I think even when everyone he knows is long gone he just...keeps going. Helping young hunters, mostly. He becomes a quasi-mythic figure that nobody really believes in, just a campfire story based on one of the greats, but they say if you play Ramble On at the right time of night Dean Winchester will come lend a helping hand. Turn a motel TV to the right channel and ask for help through the static and you'll have enough food to last the week. If you hear the sound of an old Impala in the middle of a fight, you know you're saved.

#you cannot convince me that dean wouldnt be super bored in heaven okay he needs to help people or he'll combust

[valeriianz]

I've had this Dreaming The Proposal AU sitting in my drafts for a while. Then @voukkake comes out with this art and I figured it was time to brush off the dust and share what I'd written lol. This is seriously all I'm going to write so if anyone is interested I'm begging you to pick this up. I'm dying to read Dream awkwardly interacting with Hob's family (also @valiantstarlights suggestion that Betty White is Destiny?? ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT). Anyway...

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Dream is about to be deported because his visa application has been denied. He is in the middle of a meeting with his lawyers when Hob, his secretary, pops in the room to inform Dream of a very important phone call and Dream comes up with the insane plan to marry Hob to keep his immigration status.

He gestures for Hob to come over and Hob, clueless, wanders into the room and stands next to Dream, who takes him by the arm and tugs him just a little bit further to stand awkwardly close.

Dream announces their engagement and Hob stands there, shell shocked and feels his mouth moving against his will. That yeah, they are getting married. They are in love, sure. It isn’t until they leave the office, following Dream back to his, that Hob’s brain seems to come back online.

“What just happened in there?”

Dream grouses, head down, already back to his work as if nothing happened. Like he didn’t just use Hob as a pawn in his scheme to get around his denied visa application.

“They were going to make Morningstar editor-in-chief.” Is all Dream says, disdain dripping from every word. He still hasn’t looked up.

Hob stands there, still as a statue. His head is swimming with words, with emotions. Anger, disbelief, betrayal… and a small tiny flicker of undeniable interest that he hastily stomps out.

He manages to put the pieces together rather quickly though, while Dream continues sifting through paperwork.

“This is illegal,” Hob manages to croak out, brows furrowing. 

“Oh, please. The government looks for terrorists, not book publishers.” Dream’s head is still down in his paperwork.

Hob blinks, taking a step up to Dream’s desk. “I'm not marrying you.”

“Sure you are.” Dream sets aside a stack of papers and finally gives Hob his attention. “Because if you don't, your dreams of ‘touching millions of lives with the written word’ are dead.” 

Hob’s jaw drops. That was a line, corny as it was, that he’d used in the panel interview for this job. Three years ago.

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“Were you not in that room? I could get fined, I’ll go to jail over this. If you want me on this deal, you will promote me to editor.”

Without even glancing up from his phone, Dream scoffs.

“Absolutely not.”

“Well then I guess you’re screwed. Buh-bye.” Hob turns with a flourish and has to bite back a grin at how Dream splutters behind him and grabs him by the arm.

“Fine– fine! Editor.” His face seems to go through the five stages of grief. He drops his hold on Hob.

“And You’ll publish my manuscript.” Hob throws in. In for a penny.

Dream’s brows narrow and he shakes as if he’s physically controlling the urge to stamp his foot.

“Sure. I’ll publish your hack manuscript.”

“Good.” Hob slips his hands in his pants pockets, staring at Dream, deciding on one last nail in the coffin.

“Now do it properly.”

Dream cocks an eyebrow. “Do what properly?”

“Propose. Like you mean it.”

Dream’s entire body seizes up, but he manages not to let it show, distracting himself by slipping his phone in the pocket of his expensive slacks and clasping his hands in front of him.

“Will you marry me?”

“No.” Hob, the arrogant bastard, is visibly biting back a smirk. “Say it like you mean it.”

Dream takes a long, steadying breath through his nose.

“Hob Gadling. Will you–”

“And get on your knees.”

Dream absolutely refuses to decipher the thrill that shoots through his body at Hob’s command. Instead he keeps his mask of irritation and indifference on as he scans the crowd around them. They are still outside the courthouse, and the concrete sidewalk is going to potentially tear Dream’s Hugo Boss black wool pants.

So he carefully lowers himself, scowling as the smirk on Hob’s face only widens as Dream slowly settles onto the ground.

Once he’s as comfortable as Dream’s going to get, he clears his throat.

“Hob Gadling,” he glares at his subordinate from under his lashes. “Will you fucking marry me?”

Hob curls his lips in mock consideration, looking up past Dream’s head. He rocks back on his heels and nods with a forlorn sigh.

“Okay.” He still hasn’t met Dream’s gaze. “Could've done without the sarcasm but it will do. See you at the airport tomorrow.” 

And turns and walks away, leaving Dream to fend for himself on the ground.

#dreamling #hob x dream #the sandman #my writing #i guess this is my niche now? #transcribing romcoms into dreamling fodder lol #i cant stop thinking about that *chefs kiss* perfect line on the airplane #when Dream asks Hob what he's allergic to. as a test. #and Hob confidently responds with 'tree nuts. and the whole spectrum of human emotion.' #or Dream cornering Hob at his family's home and getting in his face at how irritated he is by the taunting and teasing and that #Hob needs to step it up #and Hob. sly as ever. throws back: 'oh. thats no problem for me. i can be the doting. sweet. smitten fiance. but it's /you/... #... that needs to be convincing.' #and then he idk offers them to practice kissing in private and Dream is so mortified by the prospect but also. #.. definitely a little (a lot) interested #okay im done lol #the proposal au

[chirpsythismorning]

As a gay Mike truther, this is my favorite bi-Mike evidence

#byler #don't like piling on the discourse #but again #as much as i am a gay mike truther #bi mike is something very special to me #one way -> #'it doesn't have to be one-way.' #oh... so what you're saying is mike's probably been trying to convince himself he can't be gay bc he's attracted to women too...? #but mike.. #did you know you can like both? #that it doesn't have to be one way...? #mike in the shot alone right in front of jonathan as he says this #then panning over to reveal will and el paralleling each other #it's whatever #technically me saying i'm a gay mike truther bc the evidence supports it could be seen as invalidating to bi-mike truthers and vise-versa #but healthy discourse needs to be encouraged #just because you don't like someone's interpretation/it goes against yours that doesn't make it inherently homophobic/biphobic #it means you're feeling challenged and that's okay! #bask in it and move on #and if ppl are harassing you #just know they probably have a humiliation kink and you're just feeding it by giving them attention #it's likely they don't care that they've hurt your feelings and nothing is going to change that #not worth the energy

[lesbians4yoohyeon]

THIS GIF AHHHHHHHH PLEASE THEY'RE SO CUTE :( MAX LAYING HER LEGS ON EL'S WHEN THEY WERE SLEEPING + THEM FACING EACH OTHER :( PLEASE I LOVE THEM SO BAD THEY'RE SO PRECIOUS AND CUTE :(

#stranger things #elmax #max mayfield #el hopper #this scene was so cute :( #my babies #max treating el like a normal girl okay i'm breaking down y'all 😃😃😃 #actually convinced at this point that max is the only person to ever treat el normally #AGAIN that one post that said max is the only person to meet the real el and vice versa... #yea. thinking very hard about them and CRYING #i love them :( #they make me so sad but so happy #more happy normal domestic regular elmax moments pls <3 #they do NOT need to be fighting monsters saving the world being tortured and abused repeatedly and dying all the time thank you <3 #the way max doesn't care that el has powers or was raised in a lab... she just wants to be her friend and take care of her :( #im broken. they broke me #elmaxisms

[coolbattlegirl]

Malleus is observing everyone’s dreams, right?

So… I might be wrong about this, but if he does see everything that’s going on, then that would mean that he most likely saw the whole, “Silver is the son of the person who killed my mother” thing.

But when he finally does manage to invade the dream, the only people that’s he furious at is the senate and his grandmother.

Of course, there is a possibility that Malleus couldn’t see what was going on since he didn’t exist in that dream yet.

But I like to think that if he saw the moment, he didn’t care about that (since it’s hard to miss something you never had) because Silver would always be his brother, no matter who his parents were 🥲

#twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #I’m not okay 😭 #these two are killing me #I need them to have more brotherly moments #malleus legit cursed everyone on the island cause of silver’s breakdown #if that ain’t brotherly love than what’s the point????? #I mean… for Lilia too but silvers the one who (unintentionally) convinced him #you guys don’t know how much chapter 7 has been haunting me

[disabled-dean]

Had to pull off of the highway today to write notes for a wip where Dean is so deeply ace/demi sexual that he doesn't realize that he and Cas are married, and is forced to confront each of these things when Jack invites them both to his parent-teacher conference

#Listen. God said demi/ace dean rights and you cannot convince me otherwise #also they are deeply married and dean does not know! #I need Jack to call him mom okay? #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #dean winchester #jack kline #spn #Supernatural

[jakesguitarsolo]

Soft jake thought today because I’ve really been struggling this week. I feel like Jake would be so comforting and loving when you’re stressed out or overwhelmed from work in combination with everything else in your life that you need to juggle —

He’d come up behind you while you’re working on your computer at home and just rub your shoulders and give you sweet kisses on the cheek and top of your head to let you know he’s there for you. You’d instantly relax your body and allow him to comfort you quietly with his soft touches.

He’d bring you a cup of tea without you asking because he knows you’re too focused on the screen to get up and get it yourself.

He’d sit on the couch in the room with you and lightly strum his acoustic guitar creating beautiful melodies because he knows the sound of soft music in the background calms you down.

He’d prepare dinner for the both of you so you don’t have to worry about what to eat when you finally log off for the day.

He’d put on your favorite movie after dinner and cuddle up on the couch with you and hold you in his arms, legs tangled with yours.

He’d let you drift off to sleep as he strokes your hair and face. Your head resting against his chest, comforted by the rise and fall of his breathing.

#I’m sorry but I really need this #okay I’m gonna go cry now #jake is soft and precious and you can’t convince me otherwise #greta van fleet #jakedown #jake kiszka #jaket kiszka

[methoughtsphantom]

typical Bats-don’t-know-he’s-Jason Red Hood surprise kidnaps Robin but has to wait to do his dramatic monologuing because the little bird is unconscious from where Jason found him with human traffickers. Hours pass, and the kid not stirring begrudgingly makes Jason feel a tinge of worry, which no, he doesn’t appreciate. He’d planned to beat the kid senseless, and now he’s here stuck with him while not being able to, kid is hurt already. Aaand why was that really? The time is the factor that gives Jason the space he needs to really ponder over where exactly Robin had been when he’d found him, how easy it had been to take him and why Batman had not been there to stop him.

among many others just,, imagine Jason seeing Robin for what he is, for what he was, and having a mini crisis about whether is okay to be mad with a kid who in this sorta mirror scenario batman was also not here to protect and stop the man who kidnapped him in the first place. …he recalls how he used to feel when he was the one hiding behind Batman’s shadow and well, he’s cringing over wanting to see this kid who’s wounds he wrapped boded against him. Now Tim’s perspective,, poor kid is super confused in the little time he’s been awake because the man B has been worrying about for months is asking why wasn’t he with Batman?? asking if the man had forgotten what happened to the last boy who worn those colors? if he even cared?? really just, picture Tim having to hear this random crime lord sounding all angry and hateful and making allusions to his predecessor’s fate and run as Robin without even waiting for any input (like this is a version of the dramatic monologue let my boy ramble) and 0 to 100 passing from panic alarm fear you know who we are?? to what the fuck are you defending me?? you mad in my behalf?in Jason’s?? what is this shit

#tim: *who last thing he remembers is being beat on and now is in bed with his wounds wrapped* is this a rescue??? #jason: *who’s been ranting for half an hour* haven’t you been listening?? this is an intervention #jason is standing in the corner with his arms crossed #it boíls down to are you threatening me because I’m Robin or to keep me from being Robin? #okay let’s pretend all jason needed to realize beating a child is wrong was time #like seven hours #because i google searched how long can you be unconscious from a concussion and that’s when you pass from normal head injury to yeah #worry #bottom line: jason will try to convince tim to not be robin #unfortunately they are not yet brothers your honor #jason still harbors resentment and jealousy #and that is towards Tim #but Tim has done nothing wrong and boy will he forge evidence to prove it #he may not even know who is under the red hood #but Tim recognizes that despite knowing who he is and his threats the man is trying not to hurt him #(and he will not if I have a say in this) #and that’s all timmy needs to drag jason into being begrudging brothers #crack #au #tim drake #jason todd #batman #tim drake & jason todd #different first meeting #red hood #robin #tim drake robin

[volivolition]

suggestion do you have... any wants? like obviously you do but like? suggestion my guy my ourple boy. both the easiest and hardest to write. you need a skill to say something to move conversation along but it doesn't fit any skill in particular? about 80% of the time you can have suggestion say it and it will make sense. but like actually characterizing him... how do i define you dude... what makes your character tick... urgh. i dont get you yet. im trying to understand but you are difficult.

#chemi chats #there are some skills that i just dont understand yet and that just means i have to work on their character study chapter #im reading his bio and i think suggestion is a good manipulator and it's instinctive and he tries not to feel bad about it? #he's clever!! charming!! friends with savvy and drama. planting seeds in the mind and coaxing them to grow towards him like he's the sun. #a crude oil reservoir lying beneath a carefully laid flower bed. taps into the roots. the plants don't know any better than to drink. #he's great at sensing what makes people tick and uses that to his advantage. he needs goals to look forward to so he knows how to best #pull the strings to get them there. otherwise he's a bit aimless. he likes being useful. and since influencing others is helpful #he just keeps doing it? because it's what he's good at. and he tries to convince himself its fun and cool and just cuz hes charming and #it's his role as a skill and manipulation isnt thaaaat bad because it's helpful to them after all... but he does feel bad sometimes. #oh im listening to his voice lines and i just got to ''brother you should have put me in front of a firing squad'' and im sad about him now #but what do you want for short term little guy?? probably for people to like him. he likes chatting with people. i bet he'd like genuine #conversations with no strings attached but there's always some part of him filing information and tidbits away that he can't turn off #subconsciously figuring out things he can hold over them or how he can nudge them into thinking someth-/wait.../ no. no he's just talking. #he's /supposed/ to just be talking stop analyzing them stop falling back into that just have a normal conversation!! but he can't help it.. #hm. this is all really helpful for his chapter. he and empathy are very alike but also different. very interesting... #task: swept up #okay good talk everyone i think i understand him a little better now lmao?? still gotta figure him out some more hes not fully there but ye #also i think he goes by whatever pronoun you think he'd use. just ''oh what do /you/ think i am hm?? what /would/ i use; do you think?? :)' #funny fella. i love you.

[justafriend-ql]

Are you longing for someone? NEVER LET ME GO Episode 12

#never let me go #never let me go the series #nlmg #phuwin tangsakyuen #organ rasee #melgifs #i talk a lot about how much palm neglects his own feelings/needs #but nueng does it too - here being a prime example #why isn't he being persistent? because he loves palm so much that he'll respect his wishes and stay away even though it's killing him #the rationale he gives his mom seems rehearsed. like he has to keep convincing himself too. #and the insecurity of palm spending his life 'following him around' shows up here and in our skyy 2 #because he doesn't feel worthy of that kind of devotion #and what if palm comes to resent him? nueng couldn't bear it #but like. palm absolutely wants to spend his life doing that. #and i think some people are uncomfortable with that bc of the *power difference* but palm is freely and eagerly choosing this #anyway. thank you khun tanya we love you <3 #side note: will probably start ranting in the tags like this more often if that's okay with you all