#ooc but idc its funny to me

[licebrain]

3 am but i needed to post….i foresaw this in a dream (my friend sent me the meme a few minutes ago)

#ooc but idc its funny to me #hetalia #hws finland #aph finland #aph nordics #hws nordics #im not tagging all of them lol #sufin cameo so cool

[sp3akfromtheart]

his ass is NOT listening!!!

#i want these two to interact more so bad #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel angel dust #huskerdust #angelhusk #this is kinda ooc but i think its funny. so idc #husk is a silly guy to ME #art's art

[min-xie]

wet, pathetic, and needy (and a bit manipulative cus why not)

#minxie art #neuvifuri #furina #neuvillette #she doing all of that on purpose #oh poor me super op dragon needs my human to function #yeah idc if ooc its fucken funny as hell LMAO

[vindictes]

gio being in this early 40's amongst the villains in the 50-60 area is endlessly fucking funny to me

#《 ooc. 》 #ik i took his age from what it was at the start of gen 1 #technically he should be in his 50's now bc timeskips and shit #even if the pkmn timeline is nonsensical #but its just funnier like this to me personally #also idc abt set-in-stone timelines #if its funny its canon

[cool-abed-filmz]

steddie will not leave my brain /pos

poor steve , he’s never had a crush on a boy before he’s so easily flustered by eddie it’s kinda cute. robin is so shocked to see steve like this since he’s THE hawkins “chick magnet”, but they both realize steve is bi and now robin teases (lovingly /platonic with a capital P) steve how he’s like always like making all the girls flustered BUT AS SOON AS EDDIE “THE FREAK” MUNSON WALKS IN-

also my on going hc is that eddie has adhd and just info dumps to anyone about his fav bands (black sabbath, DIO, megadeath, ect.)

#IDC IF STEVE BEING EASILY FLUSTERED AROUND EDDIE IS OOC ITS MY FAV THING #cuz like around girls he’s so suave (i think that’s how i’d put it) #and the idea that eddie makes him a giggling blushing mess is so funny and cute to me #i love them so much you hav no clue #SUCK ON MY BIG TOE CISHET ST FANS EDDIE AND STEVE ARE BISEXUAL #source? i’m bi so i say so #anyways lol #this is how i spend my time during finals week cuz i only have 3 finals and none of them where today #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie the freak munson #eddie the banished #steve the hair harrington #stranger things four #owen doodles #owen rambles #owen rambles in the tags

[femme-malewife]

Hi don’t gatekeep writing 🥰 if an author is portraying a character how they see them and they and others are clearly enjoying it, but you don’t like it, then just don’t read it!

Complaining about how “most” people write characters just discourages people from making content, and if you yourself aren’t writing but you’re complaining about others writing, then...well, that’s just kinda fucked up??? If you hate people’s characterization so much, then write fics your damn self.

Writing is difficult. And characters with a severe lack of media is even harder to get right. We’re all writing for shits and giggles and for the fun of it.

It’s seriously nothing to overthink???

I personally avoid some fics, because I know I won’t like the writing (or the ship). I’m not going to tell them to stop writing. I’m not going to complain about their writing. Because I’m simply avoiding it. It’s that easy to do.

Why do you keep clicking on fics if you know you’re going to complain?

People write because it’s what they enjoy. They write because they need an outlet for their life. They write because it’s calming.

Characters don’t have to be perfect to enjoy a fic. It’s fanfiction, my guy. We have silly hcs, we have goofy ideas, we have borderline dumb or impossible ideas, and we write them because it’s fun and/or funny to us.

Don’t discourage people from writing.

I can’t believe I have to go back to the 2010s way of saying this but: IF YOU DON’T LIKE HOW SOMETHING IS WRITTEN, THEN DO NOT READ IT.

#for me personally? writing is something i cherish #its one thing that can help me take my mind off shitty things in my life #and my fucking depression. sometimes i DONT try when im writing fics #because i just wanna be goofy and funny and write self indulgence #if i wanna make these characters OOC then i will. because im the one who is writing #and clearly there are people who like my admittedly awkward writing #so that gives me MORE joy in writing #i love being able to provide content for people and have people enjoy it #if you dont like my writing- cool. idc. im gonna continue to write bc its one of the few things in my life that i can actually enjoy #sooo. yeah. don't complain about works if you're not going to write lmao #bc then you just look pretentious tbh #like...who are you to decide what is OOC or not?????

[aria0fgold]

Wait, I just found a caiowe fic with the characters speaking in my mother tongue wtf I gotta see this bro.

#aria rants #this looks funny and also takes me back to wattpad days with the english + mother tongue stuff it has going on #am reading it rn and its making me giddy. i didnt expect to see smth like this. fave fic alrdy idc if the characters are kinda #ooc. its so cute... and also sweet cuz tbf i rarely read anything in my mother tongue now (i still speak it in the house) #honestly my skills with my mother tongue is ass. cuz i use english 90% of the time but its still nice seeing stuff with #my mother tongue anyway (i also dont seek it out much and also... dont rlly listen to songs with it so theres that too)

[star-girl69]

Don’t Delete The Kisses

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Aphrodite!Reader

—-

synopsis: after breaking someone’s heart as apart of your initiation into the aphrodite cabin, you don’t think love is meant for you after your cruelty. clarisse thinks you’re ridiculous.

a/n: my friend was talking about how like insane this song makes her and i was like oh so this is genius

Don’t Delete The Kisses - Wolf Alice

warnings: insecure and very sad y/n ☹️, so like yeah all of that stuff, very ooc clarisse but IDC, i hate everyone but you trope fr, more talking about our feelings which we know is very hard for clarisse, the usual mentions of death and weapons, all that demigod stuff, more clarisse wanting, clarisse is insane as always i love her my ladybug fr, swearing, mentions of food, crap ton of violence, broken noses, whole bunch of blood, teeth get knocked out, yeah, tell me if i missed anything!!

—-

“Well, did you do it?”

You wanted to sneak into the Aphrodite cabin silently, hoping your pink jacket would blend into the walls and hide you. But that was just wishful thinking. That was just something you whispered to yourself on the walk back to comfort your shaking body, wiping away the tears.

This is your initiation. They’re all sitting on their beds, waiting with eager eyes, greedy for a taste of someone else’s suffering, the comfort of knowing it’s not their own.

“Yes,” you say, pretending tears don’t rim your eyes.

You stand stall, shutting the cabin door behind you.

“I did it.”

Your sister Drew stands up and grabs your hand. You think she might comfort you. You think she might tell you Carter was in it all along, you didn’t really hurt him, it was all some elaborate prank.

Instead, she raises your hand up in the air and turns towards the rest of your siblings.

“Y/N!” she says, “Daughter of Aphrodite!”

Your siblings clap and cheer, smiling widely- one of the younger girls runs right up to you and hugs you, face in your stomach.

“You played him so good,” she giggles, pigtails swinging in the air. She is so naïve, so young, so unknowing. You wonder if you can give yourself amnesia if you slam your head into the column holding up the cabin.

You would do anything to forget this night. To forget the look on Carter’s face. He fell in love with you and you let your siblings guide you on what to do, what to say, you let them dress you up and and put pretty bows in your hair that he reached out to touch.

He thought he would end the night with a kiss, but instead he ended the night with your hand in his face, scoffing animatedly and asking “How could he ever think a daughter of Aphrodite could like him?”

You could feel his heart break, and you could feel your mother ghosting around the wind, you could feel the muscles in your face strain as your eyes filled with tears.

You wrap your arms around your younger sister and force yourself to chuckle.

“His face was so funny,” you say, but there was an unintended action to your initiation. Your heart broke too. You saw the look on his face- if that is how losing love feels then you never want to give yourself the chance to lose it.

Besides, it’s not like you could ever deserve love after this. The love your siblings crave but never quite get. True, encompassing, all-consuming love. After this night, after the hatred coiling up in your stomach like a snake, it’s just not meant for you.

—-

Everyone at Camp calls you princess.

It made you feel like a baby, weak, like you were nothing but a pretty face. But no matter how much you flinched at the nickname, grimaced when you found yourself answering to its call, no one stopped.

Your siblings all cooed and said it was so fitting, saying with curled lips that you were most definitely Aphrodite’s favorite. Your hair always fell in the most beautiful way, your makeup always stayed and looked beautiful, you know you can’t walk through camp without someone looking at you.

Especially after your charmspeak developed, you became a shell of yourself, scared constantly like you are just a walking knife, doomed to cut anyone you come near.

You’re not that different from your siblings- the only difference is you won’t ever lead someone on. You won’t ever make anyone thing they have a chance. Because you’ll never break someone’s heart again.

You’re still Aphrodite’s daughter, you still like to look pretty. So, you do your makeup and your hair, you revel in the feelings of eyes on you but you choose your words carefully.

But other than that, you despise love, your mother, everything about the Aphrodite Cabin.

But you suck it up, you let boys fix your posture, let them teach you to fight while they dream of kissing you, and you work silently and you wait to get out of this hellhole Camp.

You stay silent and you let them realize that you’re just simply not interested in a relationship. They’re sad, but their hearts aren’t broken.

Everybody calls you princess. But Clarisse says it differently.

Clarisse La Rue is probably the bane of your existence. She’s drop dead gorgeous, you would kill to run your hands through her curls, and she is the most talented person you know in battle. You’re pretty good, after all this silent training and the tips and tricks shared in vain, but she is a force.

She’s the one guilty pleasure you let yourself have. If only because you know she’s too strong to get hurt. So you let yourself look, keep a secret crush tight in your chest- only bursting out when you can’t stand it, and you just have to stare at her and revel in that for a second.

The thing about Clarisse is that she likes you. Which would be fine, you just tried to stay away, but she kept coming back for more and more until it became impossible to ignore her. It’s like you two were just doomed to forever be in love with each other, and you have to live with that and eat it like crow.

It’s not like she outwardly flirts with you. She just says your nickname differently. She caresses the words and says it softer. She doesn’t stare at you like everyone else- she looks at you. It feels amazing, your one guilty pleasure is to revel in her love from far away, but you make it clear that you don’t want a relationship and you never will.

Clarisse seems intent either to ignore that or wait you out. You don’t let her get close enough. You won’t break someone else’s heart.

Everyone calls you princess. You only like it when Clarisse says it.

—-

“Hi, princess.”

You don’t look at him, focusing on tying your shoes instead. “Can I help you?”

“Actually, I thought I could help you.”

You finish tying your laces, taking your foot up off of the bench and onto the ground. You grab your sword, hair tied back, tank top and stretchy pants. He looks you up and down. You do the same.

“Uh… Van, right?”

“Funny name so you won’t forget it, huh?” he winks, and you very obviously grimace.

“Ha, yeah.” You set your sights on a dummy currently not being attacked by a sword or spear and take a step forward.

“I noticed,” he starts, arm in front of you, stopping you from moving. “That the only weapon you don’t know how to use is the spear.”

You finally look at him. He’s wearing cargo pants and the orange camp t-shirt. His hand is plain and blonde, cut short, and his cheeks seem to be permanently flushed. He’s a son of Ares, pretty good fighter, but nothing else to speak for. Clarisse, at least, is the absolute best at almost everything she does- and she puts in the work to show it.

Van looks like he trains the minimum amount and gets by on his natural abilities as a demigod.

“Okay?” you say, wanting nothing more than to get away from him and go back to training. “I don’t get what you’re saying. And don’t flirt with me, either- one of my siblings would be happy to make out with you in a shed somewhere.”

“I’ll teach you,” he says, slightly exasperated. You finally notice he is, in fact, holding a spear. “Huh?”

You squint at him.

You do have a reputation in this camp. Part of the reason you’re called princess is because you’re standoffish and cold- people mistake it as you thinking you’re better than them. Really, you’re one of the worst people at this camp. You’re saving them from being tainted by association.

But every once in a while, someone will get it in their heads that soulmates do exist, and they’re the right person for you- and you’re mean and you shut them down, but that’s way before they fall in love. It hurts them, but not as much as it hurts you, not as much as it would hurt them if you gave them any ounce of attention.

The only person who keeps coming back for more sticks her spear into the ground next to you, fingers drumming against the wood.

“Van, you look fucking stupid.”

“Clarisse,” Van hisses, glaring at her. She glares right back, unimpressed. “Can you just go? Fuck.”

She raises her eyebrows. His spear hits the dirt before you can even comprehend that Clarisse kicked it out of his hands, and you have to admit- Clarisse is quick. Clarisse is good at what she does.

She pours everything she’s got into training- and pursuing you. You think it might just be a joke at this point, or something she finds fun, been doing it too long that stopping feels wrong. You would be lying if you said it wouldn’t be weird for her to stop. For both of you to stop whatever this is. This silent wanting.

“First of all, you are mediocre with a spear. Second, if Y/N wanted spear lessons she would come to me, right?”

“I don’t know,” you huff, walking away.

“Clarisse,” you can hear Van groan. “She was going to say yes until you ruined it.”

“Bro, she was not going to say yes. You’re welcome for saving your ass from even more embarrassment, Gods.”

“You’re just mad she doesn’t like you after you’ve been pining for years.”

She laughs, loud and boisterously, but there’s an edge to her voice, one of doubt, something like she’s scared.

“Oh, you’re fucking funny,” she says, and you can hear her slapping his shoulder. You stretch, risking a glance over your shoulder- Van is walking off and she’s looking at you.

But when your eyes meet hers, she quickly looks away. And you notice. You notice, but you do nothing about it. The way it’s always meant to be.

—-

The strawberry fields is the most beautiful place at camp. It’s where you feel something for your mother, because while gardening and plants are Demeter’s thing- finding beauty in the way the strawberry sits in your hand, the way the sun turns the sky into purple and oranges, the way the bright green trees stand out against that- it’s all your mother.

You can appreciate beauty here.

You see beauty everywhere, and you see love everywhere, but not the kinds your mother is famous for.

You’ve been picking strawberries for what seems like hours now, but it’s bearable under the setting sun and when you think about how good it will feel to finally sink into your bed.

“Y/N!” someone calls. “Princess!” you roll your eyes but stand up, turning around and putting your hand over your face to protect from the setting sun.

“Yeah?!” you shout back, squinting. You realize you’re alone in the fields.

“We’re heading back!” a Demeter girl, Sasha, says.

Your eyes flick to your basket that will only take a few more minutes to fill up.

“I’ll go back later!”

“Okay!” she shouts back, running off after everyone else.

You crouch back down, taking a deep breath before you begin ruffling through the leaves of the strawberry plant to find the juicy berries. You sneak a few as you work, shuffling down the line of plants. It’s so calm here. There’s no one to hurt. There’s nothing to be scared of.

When you stand up, there’s four figures standing by the shed. You gasp, bringing your hand to your chest, but Clarisse takes off her helmet.

“Princess?” she asks. “What’cha doin’ out here all alone?”

“Collecting strawberries,” you snort, full basket hitting your knees as you walk towards her.

“I see that,” she huffs. You notice Van behind her, and another sister, Carrie, a brother named Matty. “But what are you doin’ out here alone?”

You shrug, coming to a stop in front of the little group of Ares kids.

“Everyone else left.”

“It’s almost dark.”

“Not yet, though,” you smile sarcastically.

Carrie and Matty continue walking after they realize nothing fun is going to happen. You’re not gonna entertain them, so why would they care? But Clarisse and Van stay. You stare at Clarisse for a moment longer before finally looking away.

“You don’t have a weapon,” Van notes. “Smart to be out here alone?”

“Oh, relax,” you sigh. “We’re still in the barrier.”

You tighten your grip on the bucket and turn left, walking towards the shed. Clarisse is hot on your heels.

“And how do you know that? What if it had spontaneously, like, failed and shut down, or something.”

“Then I think everyone would be running around and screaming, because monsters would be crawling through camp. I would know.”

You place the bucket next to all the other buckets collected today- you’ll keep the good ones here over night, away from the animals and bugs and someone will collect them in the morning.

You stand up, rolling your wrists, wiping the sweat from your brow. You take the small cutters for the thicker branches from your pocket and throw it into the bin with the others.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, you can walk me back.”

“I jus’ think it’s stupid to be out here all alone,” she shrugs. You stare right past her, watching as the door slams shut. Was it windy?

Clarisse whips around, but sees it’s just the closed door. You frown, Clarisse steps forward.

“Sorry, Clarisse!” Van shouts from outside, and that’s when you hear the lock sliding into place. Your eyes widen as you realize what he’s done.

“Van, what the hell?!” Clarisse shouts, trying the knob. The door stays firmly shut. She slams her shoulder into it, but this place was built strong to protect from the elements, from all the little animals hungry for strawberries. “Let us out right fucking now, I swear, Van!”

“I can’t!” he says back, sounding sort of pained. “I just couldn’t get her alone!”

“Me?!” you yell, feeling increasingly trapped and claustrophobic. You shove Clarisse out of the way and rattle the doorknob, but it really is locked. “I didn’t do shit to you! Let me the fuck out!”

“For Carter!”

You take a step back. Your face falls from anger and anxiety into pure and utter turmoil. Your chest squeezes like it does every time you think about him. You carry the pain and the regret so heavily you doubt you’ll ever get rid of it. You’ll always be like this, rotting in your head, watching your beauty fade away and everyone give up on you.

Will you finally be free then? If you scream and take a knife to your face, make yourself unrecognizable, will everyone finally leave you alone then? Can you be something other than this stupid camp’s stupid princess?

But it’s wishful thinking. You’re a daughter of Aphrodite, and you were born to be beautiful, and you were born to be alone.

“Van, I’ll fucking kill you. Let. Us. Out.”

“Sorry!” he shouts, and you hear his footsteps in the dirt, running away while Clarisse screams for him to come back here.

You take a deep breath but it all comes crashing down like a dam breaking. All of the anger, the regret, the fear, it all comes pouring out until you’re sobbing into your hands in the middle of the shed.

Clarisse stops trying to break through the door. It’s painfully tense for a moment, nothing besides the crickets and the sounds of your sobs. You end up sitting on half-empty bags of fertilizer and mulch in the corner- although it’s not really used much, sometimes the Demeter kids like to experiment- it’s the most comfortable thing in this shed.

You’re 17 now, and you broke Carter’s heart when he was 13 and you were 12. You wake up and you feel your guilt like you feel the sun on your face- it’s your morning routine to stare at yourself in the mirror and know that you are the blessed one who doesn’t deserve it. You beg to be free, but this is your punishment.

“I’m sorry,” you cry out, “How does he not know I’m sorry?”

You never said it to him, of course- your siblings had told you Aphrodite would curse you if you said you were sorry, and you were 12 and scared so you shut up and you stared at him from afar, your first love and your first heartbreak. Could he not see the way you hated yourself? The way you hated everyone?

Why couldn’t anyone see that you weren’t a princess? You were a demon, so wicked you were worthy of being Hades’ right hand minion.

Clarisse sits down heavily next to you. She doesn’t say anything. She waits until the sobs start to ebb like a wave, until the worst is over.

“I’m sorry,” you say, one final time. Maybe the wind will take pity on you and carry your words to him. You wish it would, but why? Why do you deserve it? Your nails dig into your palms, leaving blood red moons.

“Why are you sorry?” Clarisse breathes, seeming more genuinely curious then demeaning. “Who’s Carter?”

You miss the way her lip curls around the name.

“I can’t tell you,” you moan, because Clarisse is the only person who actually gives half a fuck about you, and it feels so nice to have her eyes on you- not in the way everyone else does. They admire you, despise you, she appreciates you. She stares at you from afar and you both know that you want more, but she’s content to stare and you’re content to let her.

She laughs. “Yes, you can. I wouldn’t even care if you killed someone named Carter. But seeing as you escaped punishment from Chiron, and you only got locked in a shed, it’s probably not that bad.”

When you look up at her you can feel the mascara streaming down your face. You’re sure you look like a raccoon, and you can see how unnerving it is for her to see you- always so calm and put together- reduced to tears by a single name.

“I’m a daughter of Aphrodite, Clarisse.”

“I know,” she says, although it sounds like a question.

You stare at her, not able to say it, trying to convey to her with your eyes. You can practically see the cogs turning in her head as she thinks about the Aphrodite cabin.

“Oh,” she says. A few tears fall down your face. “The initiation thing- you have to break someone’s heart, right?”

“Yes,” you say, bitterly, resisting the urge to throw something and have a tantrum. You press your hands into your eyes, breathing heavily. “That stupid, stupid initiation. I hate being her daughter. I hate being like this.”

The hug starts out awkward. Clarisse places her arm lightly around your shoulders, starts mumbling apathetically that it’ll be okay. It’s not that she doesn’t care or anything, you’re both just foreign to what it’s like to feel this way for someone.

And it feels good to have someone touching you, so before you can stop yourself you’re shoving your way in her arms. She stiffens, sits up straight as your tears stain her orange camp shirt. But after a moment she hugs you back just as fiercely, with just as much desperation. She doesn’t say anything, probably because she doesn’t know what to say, and you can’t even comprehend your embarrassing, secret, unrealistic guilty pleasure of a crush is hugging you right now.

You’re too focused on the way she shushes you softly, her arm against your waist, the other around your shoulder- thumb drawing circles on your skin.

You’re too focused on the way she feels against you to even care about how awkward this will be later.

Finally, when night has really fallen and the wind starts to howl, you let go of Clarisse.

“Sorry,” you mumble, body locking up, staring firmly at the ground. Your face is caked in runny makeup- you feel as disgusting as you’re sure you look.

“It’s okay,” she says, hesitating for a moment before she stops touching you. “I, uh, I don’t think you should hate yourself.”

You scoff. Both at the ridiculousness of her stuttering and what she’s saying. “Whatever,” you mumble.

“No, I’m being serious.” She seems a little firmer now, like she really believes what she’s saying. But she doesn’t know you. “You shouldn’t hate yourself. Like, what do you even mean, you “hate being like this?’ What’s this?”

“I’m a monster, Clarisse. Literally, a fucking monster. I’m a horrible person, and yet everyone walks around and calls be princess because, what? I’m pretty? You can still be Aphrodite’s favorite and a monster. Maybe I am her favorite for a reason. Because of what I did.”

“A monster? Really?”

She looks at you like you’re the stupidest girl in the world. And Gods, coming from someone like Clarisse does that hurt.

You stare her down like you’re not about to cry. You squint so the tears won’t come, digging your nails into your palms to distract from the feeling in your stomach.

“I asked him to meet me at night. He told me he thought he loved me, and I laughed in his fucking face and said how could he ever think that I would love him? Who does that? Who is so fucked in the head?”

You look at her face, slightly twinged with disgust, and it feels good. It feels good to drive someone else away. To save them from yourself.

“This is my punishment. My life. And I hate it, but I know it’s what’s meant for me. I’ll never be loved. No matter how beautiful I am. I won’t let myself, I won’t hurt someone else. I don’t deserve it.”

She grabs your hand. You look at her, and she’s still so disgusted, so why is she touching you? Why is her face morphing into concern? Why does she still look at you like you’re this precious thing? Why do you like it? Why do you crave her like air?

“You don’t deserve this,” she says.

Why isn’t she listening to you?

“I don’t, Clarisse. Just- jus’ stop, please.”

But it finally hits you why she’s so disgusted. It’s not what you did, it’s the way you think about yourself.

“You came to camp when you were 12, right, so that’s when you completed your initiation? So, you were 12. You were 12 and listening to your older siblings. You were 12 and you made a mistake, and you’ve spent years and years punishing yourself over it. Most of the people at camp are blind, Y/N, but I’m not. I see the way you treat yourself, and that- you just don’t deserve that.”

“Fine,” you mumble, feeling a little breathless. “Maybe I was 12. But it’s too late. Everyone at camp thinks I’m a bitchy fucking princess.”

She smiles. “Well, you are.”

You throw her hand off of you and pretend to glare at her, but you’re smiling.

“You are a princess, Y/N, let me help you see it.”

Clarisse is your secret crush. She was a comfort for lonely nights, someone to think about when you were eating alone at dinner. And it didn’t help that she would stare at you while you imagined her sitting across from you. Clarisse is your secret crush, locked up in your chest and waiting to burst out like a cuckoo clock.

Clarisse is your secret crush, unrealistic and wishful thinking- but the way she looks at you right now makes it real.

The door clicks open.

“Oh,” Sasha, the girl yelling at you earlier says. “Sorry- I forgot my… uh…”

You quickly stand up, pushing Clarisse away from you. Sasha moves to the side and let’s you through the door. Against your better judgement, you stop and look over your shoulder.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow, princess.”

—-

The next day, after waking up and realizing what happened yesterday wasn’t a bad dream, Clarisse is really doing something this sweet for you, you’re ready to forget it all ever happened and sit alone as you usually do.

You stand at the edge of the pavilion, searching across the tables for an empty one-

“Y/N!” Clarisse yells. She looks at you expectantly, and you notice the empty seat next to her.

Oh. She wants you to sit with her.

As beautiful and sweet Clarisse is, you still can’t let her be anything more than your secret crush. But you can sit with her for one meal. You can pretend, and maybe that will hold you over when you eventually succeed in pushing her away.

Your head was clouded by her touch, her smell, her voice- you weren’t in the right state of mind to be making decisions about “seeing Clarisse tomorrow.”

You stop at the fire pit in the middle of the pavilion.

“Please, Mom,” you mutter, dumping almost all of your plate into the flames.

This is probably the first time you’ve really prayed to her since the day you broke Carter’s heart.

You set your tray down next to her, swinging your legs over the bench and under the table, settling yourself in. Her siblings don’t even look up, all busy eating identical bagel sandwiches- you squint, resisting the urge to laugh at the cheese, bacon, sausage, and eggs. Ares kids are always eating the most gluttonous foods, seeing as they train 24/7.

Clarisse glares at your plate.

“What?” you say, shifting awkwardly in your seat.

“That is not enough food.” And while your plate mostly is empty space, you’re really not that hungry this morning.

You shrug. “I was in a praying mood today.”

“Don’t care, go get more.”

You roll your eyes, but you’d be lying if you said her concern didn’t make your stomach twist in a good way.

“Okay, I’ll grab something on my way out.”

She hums, turning back to your sandwich. All of her siblings are intent on eating their big sandwiches, a few people at the end of the table talk in between bites- but the Ares kids take breakfast very seriously. They’re a bit more rowdy at lunch and dinner, but breakfast is always such a sordid affair, like someone died.

Someone else sits at the table. You look up from your plate, watching as Van digs into his sandwich, sporting a black eye, a bruised cheek, and a busted lip.

“Oh,” you mumble, cringing at his bloody, messy face.

You look over at Clarisse, notice her knuckles are split open. She feels you looking at her and turns to you, a bite of half-chewed sandwich in her mouth.

“Wha-” she starts, but catches Van out of the corner of her eye. She giggles, just a bit, and it makes your stomach twist. “Oh, Van, you are one of the funniest people I have ever met.”

Everyone at the table turns to him.

A few giggle at his busted up face, Clarisse smiles at him in that demeaning way she’s famous for.

“Move.”

“I’m not fuckin’ movin’, Clarisse. Go fuck yourself.”

One of her siblings laughs loudly. Matty, you recognize him. “Dude, you’re seriously going to get beat up- again.”

“You are,” Clarisse shrugs. “I’m serious, move.”

Van rolls his eyes and sets his sandwich down.

“Listen, Carter’s my friend, he never wanted to get revenge, but I wanted to get it for him. I know it’d make him feel better. I was tryin’ to convince him to go fuck up her bed or something when… well, yeah. I didn’t mean to trap you in there with her, Clarisse, okay? I know you’re fuckin’ obsessed with her, whatever, but she’s a serious bitch. And not even that hot.”

Matty puts his head in his hands.

The table is deathly silent. He looks around.

“Come on. All those Aphrodite kids are stuck-up bitches, but she’s just got a particular rudeness about her, huh? And, really, I don’t think I could fuck her even if the world was ending.”

“What the fuck,” someone across from you, Max, mumbles. A girl adjacent to you coos softly, and you realize that there’s tears falling down your face.

Clarisse puts her hand on your thigh.

“Van,” she says, her voice calm and even. She breathes in and out. “I am going to fucking kill you.”

Van looks over to Clarisse, and that’s when he finally notices you sitting next to her.

“I-” he starts, but doesn’t get to finish, not when you pick up your tray and throw it across the table- hitting him directly in the nose. “Holy fuck!” he shouts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Gods, fuck-”

You stand up and make your way around the table, tears clouding your vision, and he quickly stands up as well. No one makes any move to hold you back or protect him.

“Bitch,” he hisses. “Huh? Come at me, princess.”

And you meet him, attacking like a feral cat, all scratching and kicking and hitting, a fury fueled fully by your anger and the beauty in letting it all go. He grunts and tries to hit you back, but they barely touch you.

You can see Clarisse out of the corner of your eye, watching closely, arms crossed over her chest. It takes you a second, but for some reason, you can see her face so clearly. She’s slightly worried. She watches the fight with an intensity, like she’s happy to let you fight him- but if he actually hurts you, then she’ll jump in. But more importantly, she’s proud.

Gods, does it make you feel good.

“Fucking- bitch!” he shouts. “Get off of me!”

He pushes you back, you steel yourself. When he sees you coming at him again, he punches you hard. You swear you see stars. You swear you almost met Hades, just for a second.

Blood runs down your face, gushing like a geyser- you groan, one of Clarisse’s siblings making you pinch your nose and tilt your head back. Matty puts his hand on your shoulder, and mutters something encouraging about keeping your head back.

It’s all a daze.

“Clarisse!” her sister Carrie shouts, trying to hold her back while Van scrambles away on the ground, yelling incoherently about his teeth. “Clarisse! Clarisse! You got him, you got him, c’mon.”

It all comes rushing over you. Adrenaline kept you sane just for moment, but all the pain comes rushing back, and you almost scream with how much it hurts. You double down, chest pressing to your stomach while Matty and someone else try desperately to pull you back upward.

“Oh, Gods, why does it hurt so bad?” you say, more blood gushing forward, even through your fingers. It’s running down your neck and chest, permanently ruining your shirt.

“Van has a good right hook,” Matty winces. “Ass at everything else, but.”

“Y/N,” Clarisse says. She’s in front of you in a moment, hands under your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back. You can feel your face is absolutely covered in blood. “Hey, it’s alright,” she says, so softly that you’re the only one who can hear. “Okay, I’ll take you to the infirmary, okay?”

Matty let’s go of you, Clarisse replaces him, arm wrapping around your waist, fingertips still keeping your chin up. You walk in silence until you reach the infirmary.

She chuckles a bit. “You’re good,” she says.

“At what?” you groan, eyes screwed shut. “Getting punched?”

“No,” she says. “Just… you’re good.”

One of the healers rushes over before you can even think of an answer.

—-

After your nose was reset, your shirt was changed, and all the blood was cleaned- you sat in the empty infirmary. Van was in a private room with most of the healers who were having a fun time trying to fix his face and do something with the teeth Clarisse knocked out.

She finds you slipping your shoes on, face puffy, a bag of ambrosia in your hand.

“Princess,” she says. “I told them it was all me. So, you’re fine. I made up some shit about you getting caught in the crossfire.”

Your chest deflates a bit. You were sort of looking forward to the punishment. “You didn’t have to do that, Clarisse.”

She shrugs. “I wanted to. And I do whatever I want.”

You smile, and she sits down next to you on the creaky bed.

“What’d you get?”

“Oh,” she sighs, hands on her knees. “5 months no dessert. 3 months of teaching sword practice to the little kids, that’s gonna be like Tartarus come again.”

“Sorry,” you mumble. “It’s all my fault.”

“I could have easily let the two of you beat each other to death. But I didn’t. You were too busy winning that fight to care about what I was doing.”

“I didn’t win,” you scoff. “If you didn’t jump in, the way he punched me, he got me.”

“You didn’t know about Van and his right hook,” she shrugs. “It’s okay. I fucked up his face a bit, but you did so much better.”

You’ve been permanently on the edge of tears because of the pressure in your nose, so when they spill over, it’s no surprise.

“W-why are you crying?” Clarisse asks, turning slightly towards you, placing her hand on your arm.

“Still a monster,” you remark, sarcastic smile on your face. “I shouldn’t have done that to him. I… I was just mad. And look, here I am escaping with no punishment yet again.”

You go to stand up, feeling like your heart is a hole in your chest.

She puts her hand on your thigh to stop you.

“I think… just the fact that you feel so bad means you’re not a monster. I don’t feel shit for Van. I’m glad he got hurt. I would do it again. I hope I get to do it again.”

“You’re horrible, Clarisse,” you smile. She smiles back.

“The only person I feel bad for is… you. You’re the only person I’ve ever felt bad for. Everyone else in this camp is blind, Y/N. But I’m not. Not when it comes to you.”

And it’s like you’re seeing her for the first time. The way her curls always stick up in that one place, the way her eyes reflect the sunlight streaming through the window, the way the rough skin of her hands is nothing compared to the bones inside that hold you so softly. The way her lips look. The way she calls you princess. The way she sees you.

You’re both leaning forward, you’re both just teenage girls learning to love themselves, because you’ve always loved each other.

When her lips finally meet yours it all comes rushing back to you. You gasp and pull away after just a moment.

“Sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that-”

Clarisse grabs your face and kisses you.

“You’re not deleting that. I don’t care what you think of yourself right now,” she whispers, lips against yours. “Because you’re wrong, and I’m going to show you.”

And against your better judgement, you let her show you. She shows you with her hands in your hair, her hands on your neck, on your face, her lips against yours. You let her teach you love with just one kiss, and you decide you have a newfound appreciation for your mother.

If love feels this good, this beautiful, then you’ve been missing out.

This goes against everything you’ve been preaching for years. But you’ve found a new religion in her, you promise to listen to her and to feel what she makes you feel- no matter how wrong you think it is. Clarisse shows you it’s not wrong.

She finally pulls away for air, searching your eyes, but you can’t breathe when she’s not kissing you. She seems to like what she finds, because she smiles.

“You’re beautiful, princess,” she mutters, and kisses you again. “You’re beautiful, and you’re so kind, and I’ll show you what I’ve seen for years.”

Everyone calls you princess. But Clarisse says it differently. Clarisse says it like she’s caressing the word, pretending to caress you. Clarisse says it in the way you want her to say it, in the way that selfishly makes you feel so, so special. Clarisse says it like she knows you.

You were right. You’re not meant for love, it’s not meant for you. You’re meant for Clarisse.

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carter watching literally everyone fight over smth ridiculously stupid that happened when he was 12 and he got over 2 weeks after it happened: uh 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

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clarisse when she realizes y/n hates herself: WHAT????? HOW IS THIS???? HUH????? like she just doesn’t even understand she can’t comprehend it

y/n after hating herself for like 5 years and pretending she’s chill: 🤗

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van after he loses his teeth: 😞

clarisse when van loses his teeth: LETS GO FUCK THAT BITCH

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clarisse being y/n’s new religion btw 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

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[duckiez]

cw 4 incest (it's not 2 obvious but that is the intention from how it was written), zeke is in his 40s, reader is in her 20s, f!reader, virgin!reader, daddy kink, multiple petnames (sweetheart, princess, baby), zeke calls u "too little" so ddlg type elements?, use of the word "cunny" /// zeke is moderately ooc but idc this is self indulgent <33 /// minors n ageless blogs dni

zeke touches the skin of your inner thighs gently, admiring your delicate skin and how his touches make you shiver.

"what was that you said, sweetheart?" he knows exactly what you said, each syllable searing in his brain, desperate to remember it for the rest of time. he needs to hear it again.

you let out a little "hmph", feeling shy as you're made to repeat yourself. your voice comes out as a whisper, "feels funny... down there..."

"you need daddy to help you?"

you pout and nod, squeezing your thighs together and trapping his hand between them.

his face takes on a wolfish grin, having just heard the answer he was hoping to hear. he doesn't let you see this though, won't let you know that this has been his deepest desire for years now. that he's been craving to feel your tight, warm cunt milking him for all he's worth, despite that nagging voice in the back of his head berating him about how wrong it is.

besides, how could something so beautiful, so precious as yourself, be wrong?

"open your legs back up for me, princess."

you do as he says—as you always do—spreading your legs for him once again.

they aren't spread quite as wide as he'd like, so he nudges slightly at your knee, making extra space for his hand to slide down to the gusset of your soft purple panties. he places his fingers against it, then laying his palm flat on the skin just above your slit, cupping you for a moment, his tongue rolling against the roof of his mouth instinctively as he feels how hot you are.

"oh, sweet girl... you really need daddy's help don't you?"

he feels you clench when he asks his question, and you can feel tears starting to pool at your lower lash line, giving him another nod, "mhm."

"it's alright, 'm gonna take care of it. gonna take care of you."

he reaches his free hand down and wraps his arm around your waist before he finally starts playing with you, his middle finger tracing up your slit with feather-light motions.

your eyes flutter shut as you press your head back against his chest, quiet whimpers and hitched breaths falling out of you in tandem with your tears. a wet patch starts to form in your panties, the feeling of your arousal against his fingertip only encouraging zeke's teasing touches. as he continues, your hips gradually start rocking against his finger, another sight zeke has only pictured in his darkest fantasies, in the latest of hours.

you reach down to grab his wrist coyly, blinking up at him.

he looks down at you, still swiping his finger up your increasingly wet slit.

"dada... need more."

he shushes you, hooking your ankles over his legs, "what do good girls say?"

"p-please?"

he hums in approval, taking his hand away from your crotch only to snake it down past the waistband of your panties, his middle fingertip now ghosting over your clit.

you do your best to press your hips up into his touch again, but he holds you down tighter with his other arm. "be patient, let me give you what i know you need. you're too little to decide what you need."

your lip starts to quiver, but you make a hushed noise of acceptance.

zeke smiles at you, looking calm and kind but feeling nothing short of devious. its then he starts to tap the pad of his finger against your clit, pleased with himself as your breath starts to stutter loudly.

it's not long before he dips his finger down, though, scooping up your arousal before rubbing it in tight circles on your clit.

"cunny's so drippy... makin' such a mess." he sounds so calm despite the growing tightness in his pants, his cock pressing against the small of your back.

your legs start to shake again, unable to clamp together as his legs pin your own open. you hold tighter at his wrist, your fingernails digging into his skin.

"daddy, feels funny again..."

"i know, i know... you're doing such a good job."

you start to panic a little as he seemingly ignores your concerns, still rubbing never-ending spirals into your bundle of nerves. you go to open your mouth to repeat yourself, but all that comes out is an emphatic moan as you start to cum. your muscles contract, causing you to twitch intensely against him as you cry out.

he holds you tight to his chest, still moving his finger against you, his pace and pressure lessening.

"there you go... it's okay, you're okay."

tears fall down your heated cheeks as you come down from your orgasm, still gripping at his arm as you use him to tether yourself to reality.

zeke wants to fuck you, he really does, but given your reaction to just the touch of his fingers, he reluctantly decides to give you a break for the night, electing on treating you to his cock another time. likely tomorrow, he thinks.

instead, he pulls his hand out of your underwear and moves his fingers to his lips, sucking your juices off of them with a satisfied sound. he closes his eyes for a moment to bask in your taste, tongue peeking out to lick his lips before opening his eyes again. he sees you looking up at him, head tilted in curiosity, and he smiles.

"as sweet as you."

#teddy.writes #cw dark content #zeke yeager x reader

[ben-wisehart]

hi! do you ever feel like the bingqiu fandom is binghe biased? like a lot of the time its giving.. “wow binghe is our little precious bun who deserves the world and more! ..oh and stinky neet loser sqq is so blessed to have him lul” it feels unfair towards sqq :( it makes me sad hes no ones fave but thats okay like whatever right? but even when its bingqiu hes treated like an afterthought. like we have binghe fans criticising sqq for not doing more, sj fans are frankly delusional, sqh fans think hes “too mean” to their precious hamster, liushen fans only like him bc hes a good hole/dick for lqg (obligatory “not all men” lol) idk i only follow a handful of svsss twt accs because no one seems to like him, he feels either tolerated or treated as a gag character lol 🥹

i just dislike a lot of fanon bingqiu i think? i read all the books before hopping on twitter and i see some absolute rancid takes on there like the woobification of Shaun(tm) qinghua and jiumei.. which is easy enough to avoid tbf so whatever floats their boat idc. but when i follow bingqiu accs, it feels like OC x OC rather than ~bingqiu~ if that makes sense? like i LOVE the manipulative crybaby domtop x flustered thin face subby pillow princess they have going on!! and fanon bingqiu is just.. not it? and obv id never send hate or anything (i just block and keep it moving) but it makes it kinda sucky when the fandom is already teeny tiny and a large chunk of the fandom isnt what i envisioned/expected i guess which is so odd! when they essentially erase canon!! if it’s like some queerbaity ship or whatever, people can characterise them however they want but its like CANON how they act/are in bed/etc and its all taken away!!! idk im probably just whining sorry 😭

(i included all my thoughts here sorry for the spam!!)

hey, thanks for stopping by!! I definitely know what you mean with regards to SQQ, but I will assure you that there are very much still plenty of dedicated "sqq mains" out there. My sphere of influence on twitter is heavily biased toward people for whom sqq is their favourite character, so maybe I'm not getting a representative sample of the fandom overall, but he's definitely a very well loved character and has more than his fair share of people who do him justice in their writing and for whom he's their primary blorbo!! I remember posting this on reddit a while back and more than half of the responses (though admittedly a small sample size) had him as their fave. So, I don't think he's without appreciation!

But with that said, I do get where you’re coming from. I’m not gonna talk about readers who take his actions in bad faith and actively dislike him (HOW??), but as you’ve said, even among people who do like him, we don’t always understand him as well as we could. Most fans do get on some level that he’s an unreliable narrator, but it’s still very common for people to take him at face value and completely miss his depth. He’s a funny little guy with amusing narration, but he’s also kind and selfless, and he’s also smart and witty, and obnoxious and annoying, and frankly pretty insensitive, and deeply, deeply traumatised—and a million other things! He has layers.

I think all popular characters in fandom will inevitably start getting boiled down to a few key traits. And as somebody who’s been writing fic for 15 years, it’s really hard not to let your own biases colour your portrayal? I absolutely do it with SQQ!! I focus on his kinder, warmer aspects and downplay his flaws, I’ll readily admit that. We all get drawn to a favourite character for a certain trait, and that trait becomes the grit around which our interpretations form. If you’re somebody that likes silly characters, you’re going to write SQQ and dial his silliness up to eleven. If you like kind characters, you’ll write SQQ with emphasis on his kindness. None of these traits are OOC in and of themselves, but if you start to only read fanfic and don’t revisit the source material, you can get lost in what’s popular and forget all the depth that actually made them interesting in the first place. And once you’ve grown attached to a particular version of the characters in your head, it can be really hard to let go of it. I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but I'll add that I think protagonists are just particularly prone to this happening because they're usually the one the audience relates to most.

Idk if any of that really addresses the stuff you were talking about. You mentioned dom top Binghe/pillow princess sqq and to be honest I’m kind of reluctant to talk about this in depth because I’ve received negative comments in the past for supposedly being anti-bottom Binghe, when all I’ve ever said on this matter is that I think it’s a bit weird to insist that “I’m scared of hurting you so I might as well let you do it” is proof that Binghe is canonically a bottom. The fact that someone found that statement so threatening to their view of the characters that they would go to my ao3 page, click on the first fic they saw that happened to feature bottom SQQ and leave their holier-than-thou anonymous opinion there is just bizarre to me.

To be honest tho, it tends to be Binghe characterisation that puts me off moreso than Shen Qingqiu. The only SQQ characterisation that truly bothers me is when people write him as willing to hurt Binghe, or willing to do anything with underage Binghe, but there is a LOT of Binghe stuff that I’m sensitive too. Idk if you read this thread of mine but like, even my friends whom I love make “Binghe stalking/imprisoning/"atticwifing" SQQ” jokes and these bother me way more than any random stranger saying SQQ would get off on spanking Binghe.

And like, it’s kind of hard because objectively, Binghe is a very dark character, so it doesn't feel particularly OOC to say he would do those things, but it's about framing. It bothers me when the emphasis is on how fucked up he is and not how hard he's trying, because it implies a level of futility that I just don’t think is there in canon. To me the beauty of him is in how much doing right by SQQ doesn't come naturally to him, but he ultimately decides to do it anyway because he wants SQQ to be happy. (I feel it needs to be said that I don't mean this in a judgy "if you write dark Binghe you don't understand him and are a bad person" way. Just that I myself can't handle that, and I strongly disagree if you think it's where Bingqiu's relationship is headed).

but idk, I've found my corner and I'm very happy here. I actually don't read fic as often as you'd think, mostly because I am sooooo picky, so I totally get where you're coming from :) but the fandom is still decently sized and very diverse, so there are always going to be at least a few people who share your feelings, if you can find them!

#svsss meta #anonymous #askbox #thank you for sharing your thoughts!! im sorry it took ages to reply #and that I mostly went on a tangent. again. idk what I'm saying half the time

[professional-termite]

Can you give us your headcannons about KentBox? :///3

these are the kinds of asks i want to be recieving

now, i dont have any hcs for canon-compliant kentbox, BUT i do have an au and some headcanons for said au

so in this au kent wouldve been like, breaking into and staying in the haunted mansion for years before gabbie bought it. instead of killing him like alistair usually does with trespassers, kent offers to bring him more souls to fill up the mansion. it becomes a villain x lackey type situation, where theres mutual feelings but neither admits it bc kent is scared to and ali feels ashamed

when kent brings the person whos meant to be last soul, its, big shocker, BEN. he figures this cranky widowed ghost photographer would probably be a willing soul. unfortunately, he develops feelings for ben as well while alistair continually tries and fails to get ben to cooperate. eventually, kent realises he doesnt want to simply be alistairs living lackey, in a world without ben, and he willingly becomes the 1000th soul in the mansion, and becomes alistairs ghost fake priest bf. dun dun dunnnnn

yeah this au kinda sucks but its so funny sjfjgj

and then my little headcanons for what happens after:

- kent tries to reign in alistair a little bit, and surprisingly ali listens. instead of just killing everyone immediately or whatever alistairs plan was, kent convinces him to become a poltergeist type entity, and has him just cause chaos

- because alistair knows pretty much nothing about the modern world, kent makes up all sorts of lies to ensure that ali doesnt ever become too violent. he sort of manipulates him into only killing/haunting corrupt people, and accidentally makes the world a way better place

- when ali finally figures out what kent was doing, hes pissed, but also like "youre lucky i love you or else i wouldve killed you a second time" and then they *insert notes app kentbox kiss drawing*

idc that this is probably highly ooc, it brings me joy and i think its funny

@hatbox-apologist you might be interested in this sjkffk

#ask #haunted mansion 2023 #kentbox #father kent #alistair crump #the hatbox ghost #hatbox ghost

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

what are your feelings about sukuna... would you have something to say...

VERY INTERESTING QUESTION ANON 👀👀 … i do have some feelings abt sukuna…..

the thing is. to me he just has this allure…….. that very specific villain allure that just makes me want to meowmeowify him. i want to make him blush. is it delusional? yes entirely but idc hes soooo kittycat to me. i love him. i think he’s so funny and cute. like genuinely i cant see him as scary anymore have u seen this:

HES SOO CUTE OKAY.

but just in general !!! i think sukuna is so wonderfully written <333 the more recent chapters w gojo and kashimo made me appreciate his character a lot!! love & loneliness have always been huge themes in jjk and sukuna twists them in a really interesting way. his loneliness basically is his love — people come to him and try to break it by killing him, but he kills them instead. and sukuna himself says that it’s love.

and that’s such a perfect contrast to gojo, too, because gojo’s capacity for love is the most human thing abt him + his greatest weakness, while sukuna’s capacity for love is the most inhuman thing abt him + his greatest strenght. he thrives off his isolation, and from it stems his love. or what he views as love. idk but i like it im obsessed its right up my alley !!

just general takes aside tho im assuming that we’re all specifically asking for sukuna x reader thoughts here and anon… i do. have a fic planned. almost finished. it might disappont u though bc its a no curses au, sukuna is ooc as hell and its PURE fluff. i just turned him into a malewife. thats all 😭😭 literally just sukuna cooking for his silly little reader. put that man in a kitchen i think it would fix him (it would make him worse)

aaa but honestly !! sukuna is a character that i find rlly hard to imagine in any kind of romantic context excluding no curses aus (or any kind of au where he isnt. the way he is LMAO) but !!! i would love to have my mind opened so if u have any sukuna thoughts anon…. 👀👀 i would love to hear them!!

#TY FOR ASKING THIS i like sukuna a lot !! #hes sooooo funny #when he just randomly eats popcorn in his battle w mahoraga……. insane #ask tag ✩

[sl-ut]

i literally asked u guys about thoughts on new obx content from me like 30 secs ago but

i was just thinking about what kind of reader i like best with each of them

for jj i think the whole pogue x kook thing is so so so cute and idc if it makes him sorta ooc (to me, it adds plot bc jj is obv gonna have some issues with his rich bitch early on). they meet while he's working for her parents or at the beach or something? i feel like there would need to be a direct reason for them to interact, he's not about to walk right up to any kook just for fun, and i sure as hell wouldn't be strutting up to him without reason lol.

for john b, i picture him with reader who is (for plot purpose ofc, idrc what ur situations are irl this is just for fun) not a kook, but also not quite a pogue. they don't really say much about it in the show but i imagine there must be some kind of middle class in the obx, like the situation can't just be ur rich or ur poor. reader would be semi-new to obx (i've been thinking this plot up so much like i'll have to elaborate on it later but) and becomes friends with the pogues at some point. reader is very inspired by s1 cassie howard where she's just a certified lovergirl and has frfr daddy issues and doesn't think jb would like her but she's so so so so wrong. like they're really good friends and he has constant heart eyes for her but she just doesn't see them?

for pope i like the vibe of a touron. he has such a poor track record with girls, but then he meets reader during her summer vacation at the boneyard is immediately in love, they have such a cute little summer fling and then both cry when she has to leave? they text and snap all year long and then she comes back the next summer and they're just so sweet and wholesome. maybe she's a little bit edgier than him so they balance each other out and the pogues think its so funny that he seems like a completely different person when she's around.

with kie i can't see her with anyone other than a pogue. i'll be real, her whole "i'm not a cook thing" is just so annoying to me like just accept ur privilege and sit down girl-but anyways, i can't see her interested in dating a kook. maybe they're not really friends, per se, but they run in similar circles and just happen to know each other from afar. they really connect when they both attend the same beach clean up and there's not enough pokey sticks to go around so they decide to share, and kie is so whipped after that. it's not hard to convince her friends to get along with reader, bc they literally already do, and they're v sweet. reader probably hangs out at the wreck during kie's shifts and just loiters so her dad hands her a bucket and makes her bus tables instead of taking advantage of the free refills (and he gives her a cut of the tips). kie is a v stubborn girly so i can see some conflict with these two but since it's my story they usually come to a middle ground where they can.

i'm torn with sarah, bc on one hand, a pogue!reader is so fun bc she could be a sugar mommy to them and sarah would be able to escape from her shitty family, but on the other hand... hear me out. we've seen her with a pogue, and her and jb are great but i have this image of leighton and tatum from the sex lives of college girls where sarah would be so enamoured by a reader who was somehow even kookier than she was, minus tatum being sorta a shitty person. i'm still back and forth between the two, but i'm open to suggestions.

i'm sorry but rafe would not be interested in dating anyone but a kook. he may be down to hook up with some tourons and maybe the occasion pogue, but c'mon guys he literally thinks pogues were made to serve him, so him making one his actual gf is sooooo unlikely and v ooc for him? idk i guess in my head there is some way that you can make him canon!rafe and also more romantic? like he's def vvvvvv toxic no matter what but still.

that is all, lmk what you think :))))

#reader insert #x reader #obx fanfiction #outer banks

[aetirnum]

#AETIRNUM. a selective, private, low-activity multimuse featurng original characters, hoyoverse, reverse:1999 and etc. by saint. ( 21. they/vamp. ) no icon, minimal formatting, second-person prose. exploring the themes of love and its dangers, darkness of the human soul, lost of self, the importance of death and the like.

interaction.

i. i interact with all mutuals. i will post prompts, starter calls, etc etc if you wish to interact. i reply very slowly, as i run my own roleplay server and i have mental issues(tm) and can run out of battery. ooc wise, feel free to talk to me and whatnot! i can just be a bit slow, my apologies. you don't need to match my length: just put in the same effort as i do.

ii. i can write dark themes such as horror, gore, violence, cannibalism, toxic relationships etc. obvs i dont do taboo shit like incest, pedophilia, etc. go away. i don't mind shipping but prefer to do it with close friends. while i am fine with fade to black and suggestive themes i do not write smut with anyone other than my boyfriend. this is non-negotiable.

iii. i block who i want. i don't want prosh*ppers anywhere here. ideologies such as transmeds and being anti-self dx are also not welcome, esp if youre white youre very funny. idc about rp drama just dont be weird don't bring me into it and as long as you're not fucked up i gen dc. i won't always be here... i am a tired something-woman. please respect that.

other notes.

if i follow you, it means i want to interact with you, and i'd love to write with you! just please be patient with me. i study graphic design, but funnily enough im very tired of making tumblr gfx... not on anyone, just a preference! so i don't do heavy formatting or icons. if you write with me though, all i ask is to not make your text extremely small. i'm dyslexic, so it makes it very hard to read. thank you!

i write a lot of systems here, and i will mention if they ever switch, no worries. i am a system myself, so i really love them!

the writer.

hello! i am lucifer, or call me saint. i am a system host and multimedia student. i'm an artist and writer. i love slowpoke a lot. please show me slowpoke. i have been on the tumblr rpc for a loong time ( since i was... 12 at best... #veteran ) and i just recently came back, but only plan to do light activity. i'm 21 and i'm filipino. read more about me here! my discord tag is #loveits !

muses.

some of these don't have a link/carrd; it's a wip. edited from time to time... sawry.

high.

ayato. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. 30. she/they. androsexual. isolde. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 29. she/her. lesbian, did system. tartaglia. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. she/he. 23. tmas butch lesbian. diluc. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. he/him. 25. tmasc butch lesbian. ada mesmer. ⎯⎯⎯ identity v. 28. she/they. lesbian

secondary.

arcana. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. ???. she/it. lesbian. mahiru. ⎯⎯⎯ milgram. 23. she/they. bisexual. johann. ⎯⎯⎯ eternal return. 28. he/him. butch. lumine. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. ageless. she/he/they. bisexual. vertin. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 16. he/they. lesbian. sonetto. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 16. he/they. lesbian. ena shinonome. ⎯⎯⎯ project sekai. 18. she/he. lesbian. kevin kaslana. ⎯⎯⎯ honkai impact 3rd. ???. he/she. thing. kafka. ⎯⎯⎯ honkai:star rail. 28. she/her. bisexual. kaalaa baunaa. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 28. she/her. heterosexual. kujou sara. ⎯⎯⎯ genshin impact. he/she. 25. bisexual transmasc. otto apocalypse. ⎯⎯⎯ honkai impact 3rd. she/they. nonbinary. hysteria. aromantic: saviorsexual.

tertiary.

blade. ⎯⎯⎯ honkai:star rail. ??. he/she. transmasc lesbian. emil. ⎯⎯⎯ identity v. 25. she/he. transfem lesbian. tooth fairy. ⎯⎯⎯ reverse:1999. 25. she/her. lesbian. saeran choi. ⎯⎯⎯ mystic messenger. 21. he/they. transmasc. did system.

original.

shaira tiriza. ⎯⎯⎯ 28. she/they. did system. fides. ⎯⎯⎯ ageless; billion. she/he. star. amon. ⎯⎯⎯ ageless; 21 billion. she/he/they/it. star. fallere.⎯⎯⎯ ageless; 21 billion. she/they. star. celeste.⎯⎯⎯ ageless; older than us. she/her. the concept of ‘devotion’

#pinned.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

💻 ― excellent writing

🌼 ― creative headcanons

🎙️ ― great to talk to

📚 ― nice threads to read

🎀 ― all-around kind person

🥇 ― well-developed oc

😍 ― admiring from afar

📌 ― a staple on the dash

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

Yeah fuck you, ilu bitch (:<

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

🏆 ― 10/10 blog, would recommend

── For this I've decided to talk a little about @bells-of-black-sunday because he deserves it and also because his blog is just generally an all around treat that excels in multiple areas!

🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog

── While they've recently gone dash-only, their carrd (or one of three - he's working on more because he's insane) is wonderfully put together, and so is his pinned post!

⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character

── Spük has a really amazing way of writing Tarhos and Danny in ways that both treat them as humans but also does not dance around the atrocities both of these characters have done. Both of these characters are expanded upon in a realistic way that fits both of their personalities. It also ties together loose strings for their lore - particularly in regards to Danny's lack of mother and Tarhos' complicated relationship with violence.

💻 ― excellent writing

── This goes without saying, if you're on my blog you've seen Spük's writing at least a few times a week LOL - his writing is really inspirational to me and is a big part of the reason I write so much. He has a very blunt way of writing which I appreciate, but there's a good bit of prose sprinkled throughout that really makes it enjoyable and easily understood for me and my dyslexic ass.

🌼 ― creative headcanons

── THISSSSS!!! Spük and I talk so much about their muses and headcanons about their lore and each one is like a gourmet meal served on a silver platter for me. This semi - relates to the point I made above about how he can tie together loose lore really well, Danny's lack of mother turning into abandonment issues and Tarhos' violence being a coping mechanism because its the only constant in his life? MAN - GOOOOOD fucking food all around. Don't even get me started on Karthus - LJFDGNFK HE'S SO ... SO ... Look I just love the entire idea of corruption through religion -- also modern verse being this bored asf British Ghost who smokes weed is the funniest shit to me idc.

🎙️ ― great to talk to/🎀 ― all-around kind person

── We legit talk from morning to night about everything, not only as a writer but as a person Spük has a wonderful personality. He's very kind and genuinely one of the most understanding, sweet people I've been lucky to meet. He's always eager to help flesh out other people's muses and plot too! I definitely recommend speaking to him ooc - he's just such a sweetie pie.

📚 ― nice threads to read

── Spük puts so much effort into each piece of writing he does, and it really shines through in how his long - form threads read and connect together. I won't lie and say that I don't ocassionally re-read our threads and kick my feet like a schoolgirl but thats besides the point. Each interaction on his blog is thought out beautifully and carefully, and they genuinely have some wild twists and turns throughout.

🥇 ― well-developed oc

── He has quite a few OCs on his blog, but Aita and Yijun are so wildly creative to me and they're both such deep, yet funny, characters. Aita's story is such a relatable tale for many of us, and I feel connected to him in how he feels in relation to his family and life's pressures. He just feels like a very realistic train-crash of emotions that have gathered up over time and I genuinely hope he can heal. Yijun on the other hand is a bitch and I also love them - the idea of turning a demon into a snake oil salesman that uses TikTok and social media as a way to form a pseudo cult is so fucking SMART and such an innovative way to explore demonic intentions. Plus he's just so ... mean? It's comical how bitchy he is - plus his relationship with Abel!!! AAAA!

😍 ― admiring from afar

── Not me peepin his blog daily for any missed updates -

📌 ― a staple on the dash

── Probably embarrassing to say but Spük is one of the first people I look for on my dash, they're such a huge part of it and I'm so invested in everything they make that I can't really imagine it without them on it. At that rate I'll just delete - NJKDHKJG this is a joke obviously but I really cannot picture the dash without him on it. He's so sweet, caring, has great writing and amazing art - how could I NOT want to see him popping up on my homepage everday? His content is a BUFFET.

#mun speaks #𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻-𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑾𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺. #bells of black sunday #hemoplagued

[tia-safalin-daily]

ok hi ive said this before but honestly it doesnt matter much to me whether you keep drawing tía safalin, move to a diff daily account, or just focus on your own non-yttd art. i love seeing your art (even if im not that caught up on all of the lore of ur ocs ahaha). oh also idc if your safalin is ooc shes funny i love her

thank uu <3<3<3 im probably going to be doing more non-yttd art bc its been a while since i interacted with other stuff...and i rlly appreciate u saying u like my art ^_^ and tgat even if safalin is ooc shes funny...my biggest goal in life is to write chratcters to b sillay

#asks #............................................................so how mad would u guys be if i said i was gonna get back into danganro(IS SHOT