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circeyoru · 3 months

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Hello~ Small thing but I’ve been thinking about Alastor in the Unwanted Soul series trying to get Reader to sing and dance with him. I feel like Reader would refuse to do that stuff but sometimes he catches them humming, especially anime OSTs lol. He doesn’t know what song it is but he’s happy to hear it anyway.

OH OH AND HE’D BE REALLY HAPPY IF THEY ABSENTMINDEDLY HUMMED A SONG HE’S PLAYED AROUND THE HOUSE BEFORE. He’d be so touched, like, they like the music he likes lol. Even better if they heard the song between him and Vox over the radio/TV and was humming that or any other song Alastor sang.

Sorry, just wanted to talk about that cuz obviously music and singing is really big in Hell and Alastor clearly loves that stuff. He’d be psyched if Reader enjoyed his songs or joined in with him but it’s highly unlikely Reader would actually sing or dance with him. I love this series and I agree with the other Anon that this is my favorite series. I keep checking your blog for updates. Thank you for writing for us!

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}

I'm literally treating these asks as trivia. Interesting but too small of a part to put in the story.

But, thanks for your words! Really!! I'm happy writing these parts and answering your questions for this! I can't stop saying that I never expected this series to blow up like this. so THANK YOU guys again!! (I need to learn more 'thank you' words...)

Back to the ask.

Now Reader/you are something that has a thing for music. There's no specific type you like but if it vibes with you, you like it. You're aware that Hell's a musical place, you got quite the shock when Lucifer first sang to you when he was trying to convince you to live. Yeah, awkward...

You just accepted it afterwards.

Ho ho, you hum and sing. On the spur of the moment. You even dance too, your memories good that you can replicate dance moves after vibing with the song and dance chorepgraphy. You did it anytime at home.

That is, before Alastor came into your life.

You kept these to yourself, or you would shut the door and ward off Alastor with your pages. Then you can do it. Sing and dance. But, of course, Alastor knew this little habit of yours and didn't point it out so he could enjoy it without you taking more measures to hide it. You hum in front of him, while he doesn't know what music you were humming, he enjoys it altogether.

This breaks when Alastor gives you his soul. It was a somewhat normal day, the trigger point was you putting your foot down and telling (not asking) him to leave. He just breaks off into a song, specifically *Stalker's Tango*. Take it as an intimidation tactic, but he was being very convincing. You were aware of his love for you and want for your attention, so it wasn't scary but annoying to you. (hope you guys read part 4 already) You return his declaration with a song of your own *I Can't Decide*, you accepted his soul to show him his mistake, not knowing that it was his plan for you to care for him.

Yeah, Alastor was eating it all up. The fact that you counter with a song too. Music to his ears. The fact that you were thinking this much about him. It's good. A good start.

You know how his radio could talk and play tracks (in the pilot)? Now Alastor plays romantic songs here and there in your home, though careful not to drown out your videos and music. He did a double take when he heard a double of the songs he was playing, it came from your room, then there was your soft humming. He'd lean against the wall next to your door and listen with a fond smile. He was aware that you could more easily do things on your own, like searching up the songs he played without asking him, then here you were enjoying it in secret. He won't say a word, treating it a secret between you two.

Alastor gave you a radio that connects to his staff, sometimes letting you listen in on the songs and as a way of communication. You only knew that when you heard his reprise of Charlie's *Inside Every Demon Is A Rainbow*, you won't admit to Alastor that his version was better and more accurate. You were actually hooked on *Stayed Gone* and hummed it a few times, especially Alastor's ending verse. You and Alastor reenacted the whole song when he was allowed to visit you, but since Alastor was interested to see you singing his verses, you sang his parts and Alastor sang Vox's. It was heaven-sent. He was somewhat offended that you liked *Hell's Greatest Dad* though, cause you were more hooked on Lucifer's beginning verse.

Now though, Alastor asks for your hand to sway a bit. You comply and Alastor would be humming some song, he makes an effort to take an interest in your songs because you were secretive on your interest. He tries (and purposely fails) on singing your songs, then you'd be correcting him and teaching him with a teasing side smile. He doesn't care for the songs and music, he cares that you like them.

#Circe's Nighty Writings #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor #hazbin hotel oneshots #yandere alastor #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #alastor fanfiction #hazbin hotel imagines #Unwanted Soul

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slayfics · 1 year

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Muichiro’s Mansion

Muichiro x Reader series

Muichiro has a change of heart, but is that a good thing?

Chapter 4

You waited around wondering if Muichiro would really decide for a third time about letting you be his Tsuguko. If Mitsuri was correct and he had a bad memory he might forget that he promised to consider it again. As time went on you were wondering if you should dare write to him again... or accept the real possibility that it was time to start eating your words and ask another Hashira.

Uzui you decided was out of the question now. Even if he accepted you after turning him down, being around his three wives who now have a vendetta against you sounded like pure hell.

Just as you were looking at a blank piece of paper contemplating on writing to Mitsuri or not, the crow with the long lashes flew through your window. You immediately recognized the crow now as Muichiros crow.

"I still don't like you." It said dropped a letter in front of you then swiftly flew away.

You tore up the letter quickly. You were shocked Muichiro even remembered to write you back at all.

"I have reconsidered.

Training starts at dawn tomorrow.

You may stay at my mansion while we train."

-Muichiro Tokito

You couldn't believe it, you read the short three sentences over and over again to make sure you weren't hallucinating. He really decided to train you. Not only that you'd be staying at his mansion while you trained. Suddenly it occurred to you, you had to pack. It was already starting to be night and you had to be up and over at the mansion at dawn. You quickly got up and began to pack your things. You stayed up most of the night packing although you didn't think you'd be able to sleep anyway. You couldn't believe it, finally all you've trained so hard for was happening.

You made your way over to his mansion which proved to be a longer journey then you realized. The Hashira's mansions were kept a distance away in case a demon ever located them.

When Muichiro's mansion finally came into view you could see him standing outside. Your heart sank. You were so busy with packing and the logistics of getting here you hadn't thought about what you would say to him...

"Good morning." He greeted you.

"Good morning master Tokito. Thank y-"

"That will not be necessary. Please put your things inside and we will begin right away."

Muichiro’s crow showed you the way to your room while taking condescending looks at you and ruffling its feathers along the way.

"You're not good enough, you know." It squawked.

"Thank you for the warm welcome." You retoured rolling your eyes.

"HMPH. Well, here is your room. Don't bother getting comfortable though. I'm sure Master Tokito will bore of you soon." She said then flew off.

Lovely you thought to yourself but brushed off the crow’s remarks refusing to let it dampen your mood. By the looks of it no one else stayed at this mansion. It was high up in the mountains where it was usually cloudy and the place had a lonesome melancholy vibe all through it. You started to wonder if Muichiro ever felt lonely up here with just his... wonderful crow to keep him company.

After you set your things down you came back out to the entry room where you found Muichiro waiting.

"We will train outside today. Just the basics. I want to see what you can do."

"Ok that sounds good. You'll have to thank your crow for giving me a lovely welcome." You said trying to lighten his serious mood. However, Muichiro did not respond. He turned to walk outside and you followed him wondering if he understood it was a joke or just didn't care. The walk out to the forest felt long and Mucihiro didn't say a word the whole time.

When he finally turned around you stopped and waited for instructions.

"Swing your sword." He said simply.

"Um at anything in particular or-"

"No. Just swing it. From left to right."

"Right, ok..." You said and followed his instructions.

"Several more times please." He said analyzing you with wide eyes. You did as instructed feeling awkward and uncomfortable. You wish there were some icebreakers before, this made you feel extremely nervous.

"You are awfully slow. We will work on that first." He muttered.

"Oh u-"

"Swing it up and down now please."

This continued for hours on end. Muichiro would give you a direction to swing your sword and then insult you in some way. While it didn't feel like it was on purpose it weighed heavy on your self-esteem. It felt like every movement you were doing was wrong to him. He never once said anything nice or gave any inflection of emotion in his voice.

Finally, when the sun was starting to set he decided to end training for the day.

"That is enough for today." He said simply raising his hand.

"Oh ok.. well how did I do?" You asked, wishing for some feedback or conversation after the very awkward day.

"You have a lot to work on." He said.

"Yes, I heard you say that before." You replied, starting to feel aggravated at his constant put downs.

"If you heard me before then there was no need to ask. Tomorrow, we start again at the same time." He said then walked off back to the mansion.

The next few days were more of the same. Muichiro did bring out a practice dummy to watch you strike but the comments were always the same, too slow, needs improvement, not enough force. To make it worse you could never read what the Hashira was feeling. His indifference to everything was starting to drive you mad. Did he regret saying yes to training you? Did he really think you needed so much improvement that you were hopeless? You started to cry feeling like you had made a big mistake wanting so hard to be his Tsuguko. This felt awful. You couldn't remember a time you felt so hopeless. You needed to get these emotions out somehow.

You took out a piece of paper and began to write to Mitsuri.

Mitsuri,

I feel like I made a huge mistake. I think Master Tokito hates me. He never has anything nice to say about my abilities and it feels like everything I do is wrong. I don't know what to do, I feel so worthless. I just needed to vent. I'm so sorry I'm sure you're very busy being a Hashira so don't feel the need to respond. I just needed to release this somehow.”

You sent your crow off with your letter and went to sleep feeling a bit better after getting that off your chest.

The next morning while you were getting ready for another training session you heard a knock at the door.

You came to the entryway to see Muichiro already opening the door.

"Hi!! Muichiro you're looking lovely as ever it's so good to see you! Mind if I come in?" Mitsuri said gleefully.

"Yes." Muichiro responded but Mitsuri was already walking inside.

"Oh good morning, how are you!" She exclaimed and ran over to hug you.

"Hi Mitsuri, what are you doing here?"

"Yes, please leave, we have a busy day planned." Muichiro explained.

"Oh don't be such a downer Muichior. Aren't you happy to see me? I got your Tsuguko's letter and I think you need my help."

"Thank you but no." Muichiro responded, still holding the door open for her to leave.

"Well too bad my friend is in trouble and needs help so I'm staying. I'm another Hashira so you have to respect me." She said sticking her tongue out.

"Very well. Accompany us to training." He gave in.

Did Mitsuri really come because of your letter? And did you hear that right, she considered you a friend? You hoped she wouldn't mention any of the things you said about Muichiro in the letter in front of him.

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jb-nonsense · 7 months

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Okay, so I know everyone loves the joke about pre vampire Astarion judging based on vibes, but I do feel like his more...Foppishly flippant persona is one he put on after being turned and enslaved by Cazador. You see peeks of his previous personality in dialogue, such as this one linked here

I don't think he was a corrupt magistrate in the way people tend to think. Silly, accepting bribes all the time (maybe every now and then, though, don't get me wrong) and just only getting the job due to nepotism.

We've seen Astarion already have prejudices against gnomes, Gur, and other minority groups. It's not far to say that he allowed these to sway his rulings or even have him push for a ruling, such as what he may have done with the ruling that the Gur killed him for. Hell, he might have even refused a bribe from Cazador and that's what put him on Cazador's radar to set him up to kill. (Or something. I do feel like Astarion did a thing that annoyed Cazador and he wanted to "put him in his place.")

I do have this question and this is going to bring some speculative thoughts.

Why is a guy who was probably a high moon elf so prejudice and cut throat? Moon elves aren't known for being prejudice and cruel, in fact they detest cruelty and unfairness. Sun elves were a bit more prejudice and believing in elf superiority, known to act first when dealing with drow and ask questions later, but I hesitate to consider Astarion a sun elf due to the fact we see the other spawn. Their colorations didn't change except their eyes.

The only reason I can think of is if his family wanted to leave behind the free spirited, traveling attitude of their moon elf brethren and wanted to reach for some higher status, and found a way to do that in Baldur's Gate. Astarion does mention a moon elf noble house in Evermeet, so he isn't so disassociated with his people as some might suggest.

"House Nightstar was a moon elf house led in 1367 DR by the twin sisters Halaema Nightstar and Saelihn Nightstar. (x)"

So taking in this guy's possible family ambitions to maybe be up in the high elf pecking order as some of the sun elf houses....

Astarion would have been a serious magistrate, albeit a highly biased one.

He would know the laws like the back of his hand, and yet would bend them to fit what he wanted them to be in his rulings. Yes, this is the law, but wouldn't it be better if we kept the vagrants out? Yes, I know this is the typical standard, but we should be more severe on these people so they know not to step out of line. He would do everything by the book, but some of the rulings would be viewed as severe due to who he was working with.

And would he enjoy the power and influence of the job? Yes. He would have indulged himself outside of the office. But inside the office, he'd be cut throat to gain the next level to build up the family power level.

I welcome other thoughts, because my ADHD just ran out of steam.

#Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #astarion ancunin #I miss when I could go on and on in analysis #I need to practice it more apparently #train my focus a little more then you'll all witness the utter ridiculous depths of my analysis #long post cw #cw long post

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ranposgirlboss · 1 year

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rubs my hands all maniacally😍

a little birdie told me that your requests are open!

i was thinking abt the bsd boys reacting to a s/o that eats the weirdest food combinations LMAO

i eat cheese puffs and hot sauce aND WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I ATE APPLES WITH KETCHUP BAHAH

anyways that’s all 🙏

BAJUAHJSGVHSABJGASHJBSAGHVSBJGASBHJ BRO IF U LIKE THAT EAT APPLES AND SOYSAUCE ITS SO BANGER!!! THE SWEET AND SALTY SAVOURY FEEL >>>> also popcorn and ketchup is so real

ALSO PROPS TO MY BESTIE FOR HELPING ME WITH SOME OF THESE IDEAS!! (mainly poes) THANK HER IN YOUR HEARTS BC SHE DOESNT HAVE AN ACC ON HERE!!!

i HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THESE OMG

chara list: tecchou, jouno, ranpo, poe and dazai,

GENRE: FLUFF >:))

i made them all little skrunklies in this >:))

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TECCHOU

-IM SORRY IF I SPELLED THAT HORRIBLY WRONG I ALWAYS CALL HIM KATCHOW (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)

-omg yall would be married instantly

-he has the papers signed

-FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WILL TRY SOME OF HIS COMBINATIONS!!!

-feels so understood

-if you ask him to try ur combos, HE WILL ALWAYS ACCEPT. A FELLOW WEIRD FOOD LOVER IN ARMS IS IN NEED OF HIS ASSISTANCE, AND HE CANNOT REFUSE.

-WOULD TAKE YOU OUT ON DATES AND GET EXTREMELY CONCERNED LOOKS FROM WAITERS.

-has had to protect you from jounos plots of world domination against weird food lovers and plots to murder you

-yall have a list of ur favorite food.

-so sexy

JOUNO

-(he looks so cute as a skrunkle anyways)

-haha

-run.

-dont even try to sneak it with him. he may be blind, but his other senses are at their prime and HE IS READY TO THROW HANDS

-"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, ONE TECCHOU WAS HARD ENOUGH I DONT NEED TWO GOD DAMN."

-might actually throw hands with you, like HELL JUST SMACK THE FOOD OUT OF YOUR HAND AND BE LIKE "n o ."

-so silly in theory but when he actually does slap it away it makes you want to beat him up so bad

-YOURE ASS BEST BE GLAD HE LOVES YOU OR HE WOULDVE TRIED TO KILL YOU AT LEAST 5 TIMES

-ugh i love the sassy skrunkle (ignore the fact he can kill you instantly)

RANPO

-WITH HIM, it all depends.

-it depends on how it tastes.

-because if it tastes actually good, HE WILL BE SO HAPPY

-"i knew you had good taste Y/N (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+"

-if it tastes bad to him tho...

-HE WOULD BE SO BETRAYED

-would look like you just insulted his entire bloodline real

-"Y/N, how DARE YOU MAKE ME, THE GREATEST DETECTIVE, TRY THIS."

-it would take a long amount of sorries and sweets to get him to forgive you.

POE

-ok ok so listen

-would probably see you eating the weird ass shit, blink a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, then go back to reading

-if you asked him to try it, he would be like "oh sorry i just ate a 5 course meal Y/N" (he's a terrible liar)

-but with him, you could probably convince him to try it 😈

-theres a very high chance he hates it, i know we don't know what their eating habits are like, but poe gives off picky vibes...

-would probably be like "w-wow Y/N thats uhm...that's really good for you Y/N................"

-would never try it again </3

DAZAI

-NGL HE WOULD HAVE WEIRD TASTE BUDS TOO

-I MEAN BRO LITERALLY ATE DOG FOOD AS IF IT WAS A CASUAL TUESDAY

-i feel like he would at least try them, and if he didn't like them, he would CHUCK THOSE BITCHES

-more as a joke then an actual insult, UNLIKE SOMEONE (jouno)

-swears hell pay for them after (he never does)

-one day you threaten to throw him across the room like your damn food he keeps throwing

-he threw extra food that day

-would beg convince you to try dog treats (fun author fact: i used to eat dog food when i was a kid. it sucked ass but i was hungry)

-YALL WOULD DO THOSE CHALLENGES WHERE YOU PUT RANDOM FOOD IN A BLENDER AND SEE HOW IT WOULD TEST.

-honestly just another way to bond with you

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANKS FOR READING THIS SILLY THING I WROTE AND THANKS FOR REQUESTING ♡(ӦｖӦ｡). I ALWAYS CAN ACCEPT MORE REQS!!!! TYSM!!!!

i forgot to add tags the first TIME I POSTED BAHAJVGBHASGVGASUHJASVGHJABSJ

#anime #bsd #bsd x reader #fluff #food #dazai x reader #jouno x reader #tecchou x reader #poe x reader #bsd poe x reader #ranpo #ranpo x reader #I LOVE THIS IM KEEPING IT FOREVER.#justiceforjared

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thenixkat · 2 months

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Mundane AU!Laios thoughts

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Probably contains spoilers

Mundane au= no magic and no fantasy 'races' (like... little people are a thing, they exist in reality, some people just have dwarfism. The elves are just skinny racist and xenophobic Europeans like? And there's already parralells made with the demi humans so if I do anything the orcs are Afro Native and Kobolds are somewhere African or Arab. And for the ogres... gigantism is a thing that exists in real like and totally a teen girl would just wear some horns.)

Thoughts:

The Toudens are European-born. From somewhere cold as hell, really isolated and conservative, that's close to some mountains, that's racist towards the local indigenous people.

(The sibs, but especially Laios got chewed out about some shit and has been trying to be better, slips up every now and then but takes criticism well so long as folks tell him what he did/said wrong).

Local weird kids put off vibes that the rest of the village didn't like, Laios and Falin grew up bullied and ostracized. Falin got sent off to schooling in the big city and later to a university in Italy where she met Marcille.

Laios dropped out of high school and joined the military as soon as he was able to b/c he wanted to get the hell out of dodge. Served for a few shitty years b4 just... deserting and backpacking across Europe just straight up homeless and working whatever odd jobs he could find. Man was going through it. Wound up in the same city where Falin was studying at a university in and decided to visit her. She took one look at him and refused to let him just go back to what he was doing, so Laios started couch surfing with her (very much against dorm rules but he looked terrible and Falin wasn't about to let anyone stop her from making sure her brother has a roof over his head and food).

Eventually, she takes him with her when she does a work-study in the USA for her ecology degree and they ended up staying/Falin kinda maybe sorta dropped out and got a job with a vet near where she was doing her work-study.

Laios and Falin are technically illegal immigrants but they're white so no one really questions their citizenship (their working on getting citizenship/papers)

Laios gets a GED. Does some self-study from Falin's textbooks and online stuff but that's about it for his schooling.

Laios definitely, like, lives in Falin's basement. Falin is the primary breadwinner in this household, Laios is aware of this and has learned to accept it even tho he would like to take care of his baby sister and sometimes feels bad about not being able to. They used to share a room in a cheap apartment but after building up enough savings they managed to buy a suspiciously cheap house in a rural town bordering a reservation and not far from a national park.

Laios still works odd jobs, mostly physical labor and stuff where they won't ask for a degree. Has worked retail, where his customer service was trash but he's darn good at just stocking and shelving shit.

Met Chilchuck while working retail, Chilchuck introduced him to the concept of a union which Laios thinks is really neat.

The town where the Touden's moved has a sizable population of people with dwarfism, Chilchuck is a notable member of the little person community in the area. The Touden's go to Chilchuck for help with paperwork (they pay him a small fee) and he doesn't ask too many questions about why they don't have this or that piece of documentation.

Laios enjoys doing citizen science and bird watching. During the tourist season, he runs a small wilderness guide giving campers and hikers tours in the local national park.

There's a hermit that lives in the national park illegally (Senshi) that Laios and Falin made friends with. They love his cooking.

Laios is active in the online furry community. He does commissions, mostly of digital and physical art or people's fursonas and vore stuff. He does great ferals, and decent anthros, but his human art is not good (he's working on it).

Laios is decidedly chubby in this, his weight goes up and down depending on the season and how much physical activity he's doing. But ever since he reunited with Falin, she's been making sure he doesn't skip meals if they can afford to eat. And ever since he met Senshi he's gotten heftier since he loves that man's cooking.

#nix meows #dungeon meshi #laios touden #mundane au #just a few thoughts

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crossdressingdeath · 8 months

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Sally Flymm: I'm here. But I can't speak. I can't act. I'm trapped. Kyvir: Why would Enver do this to you? Sally Flymm: He said he wanted to make us 'powerless'. Sally Flymm: Still bitter after all these years. But we did what was best for him - for all of us. Sally Flymm: We had debts. World-ending debts, trying to keep this cursed shop afloat. Dangerous lenders who said they'd bury us all if we didn't pay. Sally Flymm: Then, a warlock offered us a pretty penny for Enver's service. He was a smart boy - too smart. It was give him up - and all of us live - or refuse, and die. Sally Flymm: What choice did we have? Kyvir: You had every choice. You sold your son to a warlock - that's unforgivable. Sally Flymm: We got good coin for him. Closed our debts, and all of us kept our lives - Enver included. Sally Flymm: You may disagree. Enver did. But we don't deserve this - this torment. You're the first person who's heard the real me in months. Kyvir: You deserve what you got - and more. Sally Flymm: Maybe. Maybe not. It's for the gods to judge me - not my wicked son. And not you. Kyvir: Why would I help you after what you did to your own son? Sally Flymm: My son! You've seen what he's like. Same now as when he was a boy. Hateful little wretch. Sally Flymm: If you were me, you'd've sent him away too. Believe you me.

I wonder if Sally would've taken a different approach if she'd known she was talking to one of her horrible son's "nearest and dearest". Sure, Kyvir doesn't necessarily remember being Enver's friend ("""friend"""), but that's not the point! He's been going off of vibes since he woke up on the nautiloid anyway. Kyvir's current opinion of Gortash is basically "He called me his favourite <3" because Kyvir has Issues. Also I love how you can actually call him Enver instead of Gortash here, it's probably just because you're talking to his mother who's also calling him Enver but I've fully accepted the headcanon I've seen around that Durge was basically the only one allowed to call Gortash by his first name and so this is delightful to me.

Anyway, though. Imagine actually saying "Yeah, sure, we literally sold our son to this random warlock who happened to come through in order to pay off our debts and have been insisting we didn't do anything wrong ever since, but why would our son be bitter enough to want to punish us for it after all these years?" and expecting people to side with you just because your son also sucks as a person. Gortash is generally horrible but in this he is fully justified! Yes, absolutely, tadpole your shitty parents and dance them around like puppets who just talk about how great you are! A well-deserved tadpoling! But I do feel for Gortash here. Like... he's a shitty person trying to take over the world and he has to be stopped, but also you do feel bad for the child who got sold to a passing warlock by his own parents, who then insisted that it was right to do that. BG3 has so many characters who've been through absolute hell and then went on to do terrible things, the themes of the cycle of abuse are very very good.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #kyvir #enver gortash

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neptuneslanding · 2 years

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Omg I have an idea for Reader x Steve Harrington where reader is always the one to try and protect everyone (the kids from demadogs or Steve from Billy and the bats or even basic stuff like taking care of bullies or the kids when they’re sick) but never takes care of herself or has had someone take care of her. Steve notices she hasn’t been eating, working longer hours, and just seems tired all the time and decides she needs to be taken care of for a once even though the reader has a hard time accepting it.

I'll always look out for you. (Sparks)

Steve Harrington x Reader

((Okay I absolutely love this?? I immediately was reminded of Sparks by Coldplay it just gave me the same vibes. Side note, this was really fun to write, so thank you!!))

Steve watched Y/N limp up the stairs to her front door, fumbling with her keys. He knew that after a ten hour work day at Scoops Ahoy she had to be exhausted. She made at least five different attempts to get the key into the lock before screaming out in exhaustion, throwing the keys into her lawn.

He was quick to get out of his car, rushing over to pick up the keys. It was about eleven at night, so he fumbled in the dark to locate them. The teen girl rushed over to her bedroom window, pulling an outdoor bench over to stand on as she struggled to pull the screen off.

“Y/N, hold on, let me give you a hand.” Steve says as softly as he could while he sprinted over to where she stood. “I don't need help Steve, just go home.” She grunts before she tossed the window screen into the flower bed beside her house.

Pushing against the glass, the window pops open. She stood on her toes before a surge of pain shot up through her left ankle. “Ow,” she hissed out, leaning down to put pressure on her swollen ankle.

Earlier in the day during their lunch rush, she had slipped on a popsicle that some bratty kid had thrown on the floor. Robin made an attempt to send her home early but she refused to go. And of course, after close, she demanded that she helped Steve with the nightly inventory counts.

“Just hold on, okay?” Steve said in a panic as he ran over to her front door, finding her house key and unlocking the front door hastily. “Didn't I just tell you to go home Harrington?” She whisper shouts to the brunette.

They had become rather unlikely friends, meeting through their shared younger counterpart, Dustin Henderson. Through countless movies marathons and run ins with actual interdimensonal demons, Steve recognized that Y/N had a tendency to do everything in her power to ignore her own problems.

Steve stroud over to her. Y/N had sat down on the bench, hunched over holding her ankle. Her face was distorted in pain. He frowns to himself before he kneels down, lightly running his hand over the swollen area. “We will need to get ice on that ASAP.”

“We? Are you deaf or something? It's almost midnight, you need to get your ass in that car and get to bed!” Y/N looks down at Steve, who was shaking his head. “I'm not worried about sleep right now, I'm worried about you.”

Face ablaze with a combination of rage and embarrassment. “I can take care of myself.” Steve stands up, and in one swift movement he scooped her up into his arms. “Hey!” She shouts, causing a couple of the neighborhood dogs to begin barking.

“Oh, shut up.” Y/N's eyes widened at how stern he had sounded. He walked with her in his arms towards the front door. “Excuse me?!”

Steve snorts while he opens the door. Pushing it open carefully, he tried his best to stay quiet as he shut it behind them. “Hey, I've got a question for you. When was the last time you you actually took care of yourself?” He whispers snarkily while walking down the hallway towards her room.

Her mouth opens, before it closes again. She couldn't remember. Hell, she couldn't even remember the last time she got more than two hours of sleep.

The TV in the living room was still on, a sure fire sign that her dad was still awake probably waiting for her to get home.

“Y/N, are you finally home?” Her dad walks into the hallway sleepily, though he perks up when he sees the two. “What happened?” He says, concern evident by his facial expression. Steve clears his throat, “She twisted her ankle.” Y/N's dad looks at Steve, nodding as hs let's out a yawn. “It's always good to see you Steve,” he looks his daughter in the eyes, “You are very lucky you have such a nice young man who cares about you.”

She scoffs in her father's direction, “Can't you just be normal for once and tell me no boys in the house past ten?” He chuckles, walking past the two and patting Steve on the back, “You stay as long as you need Stevie. And Y/N, if I see you up out of that bed tomorrow I will be taking you to see the doctor.” Y/N shot him a tired glare.

And with that, he ascends the stairs to turn in for the night. Steve had his usual goofy smile plastered on his face, “Goodnight Mr. Y/L/N!” He called up to him.

“You're an ass kisser, you know that?” Steve meets her eyes as he smirks, “What? I like your dad, he's so nice.” He continues the walk to her room. “He's nice to you because he thinks we are like, a thing.”

Steve shrugs, kind of liking the sound of that. After all, he did want to be a thing with Y/N. “I can live with that.”

Y/N couldn't help the blush that spread across her face, "Of course you can, playboy." Steve rolls his eyes, "For the last time, I'm not a playboy."

As they enter Y/N's room, Steve looked around. It was utter chaos. A mountain of laundry was sitting beside the door, tapes and records were scattered around the room with several pieces of random jewelry and books mixed in to the mess. Her nightstand was piled high with dirty dishes. This was not what Steve expected seeing as she was usually rather particular about cleanliness.

He recalls a time she scolded Dustin, "This room is a biohazard Dust, if I come back and it still looks like this, I'm cleaning it myself."

He places her down onto her disheveled bed. She covered her mouth as she tried to suppress a yawn. Steve sat on the edge of her bed, going back to examine the injured ankle.

"If you just get me something cold to put on my ankle you can take off. It seems like you'll have to cover my afternoon shift tomorrow."

Y/N was not happy about the situation she found herself in. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. People didn't take care of her. It just felt wrong.

Steve shook his head, "I'll leave when I'm ready. Let me go look in the kitchen for something to put on there." Her frown deepened at his words, why wouldn't he just leave already?

When Steve left the room, Y/N pulls herself up to sit upright before getting up out of the bed. Hobbling over to the closet she pulls out a pair of pajamas and tosses them on the edge of her bed. Walking back, she tripped on a pair of Converse. Lucky for her, she had rather good reflexes and caught herself before she slammed her face against her bed frame.

"What are you doing?" Steve said lowly, Y/N turning to look at him with a guilty look. "I needed Pajamas." Steve rushes to her side, helping her back into her bed. "I would have gotten them out for you."

A flustered Y/N turned her head to face the wall. "Take these, they will help you sleep," He says while handing her a couple of pain relievers. Sitting down at the foot of her bed, Steve pressed a bag of frozen vegetables against her swollen ankle.

Still dressed in her work uniform, Y/N tossed her hat off onto the floor beside her. "Steve," he looks over to her as she furrowed her eyebrows in contemplation.

"Why are you helping me?"

Balancing the cold bag on her foot, he pushes himself off the bed as he sits on the floor as to be face to face with Y/N.

"You help everyone else. All the time. You would, quite literally, put your life on the line to make sure everyone is okay at the end of the day." In a moment of lapsed judgement he reaches his hand out to caress Y/N's cheek. "I see that. I watch you neglect yourself to take care of everyone. But when it is all said and done," he smiles at her doe eyed look, "Someone needs to make sure you are okay. And you know what, I'm more than happy to be that someone."

Y/N felt the sting of tears that weld up in her eyes. "You don't," she holds back a sniffle, "You don't have to though."

Steve was fast to wipe a tear away from her cheek. "I don't. But, Y/N, I want to."

She nods. Tears of relief fall down her face as she let's out all the emotions she had been bitting back. She was tired all the time. Staying up into the late hours of the night worrying about her friends, about her parents, about Steve.

"I-" Y/N begins to smile softly through sobs, "Thanks."

Steve had never seen Y/N so vulnerable before. Her body shook as barrels of breathy cries left her body. He sat there with her until she had seemingly shed her final tears. In a split second, her hands were reaching up to her face to wipes the remnants off her face.

She rolls over to grab a plastic watter bottle from the crack of her bed, quickly taking the pills she had placed beside her on her pillow. "Do you need anything else?" Steve asks. Y/N shakes her head slightly, though she reaches out for his hand, holding it tightly.

"Is this some weird convoluted way to get me to owe you something?" She questions jokingly, wanting to clear the air of any awkwardness she may have created by ugly crying in front of her friend.

Steve laughs under his breath, "No," he rubs his thumb against the back for her hand, "You do owe me five bucks for that greasy pretzel I bought you for lunch." Y/N rolls her eyes a bit but laughs along with him.

They sat there for what felt like an eternity, holding each other's hand in comfortable silence. She hadn't felt this safe in a couple of years, Y/N could feel her eyelids getting heavy. "I'm falling asleep." She mumbles out, fighting off slumber. "That's good, you need it." Steve replies.

She paused a moment before nodding in agreement. "I do." She confesses.

Before she knew it she was passed out, still clutching Steve's hand in hers tightly.

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Y/N woke up to sunlight rippled through the curtains. The summer sun provided warm light that illuminated her quiet bedroom.

Blinking sleep from her eyes she could hear faint snoring coming from the floor. Struggling to sit up, she realized that her once destroyed room was returned to an organized state. Confused, Y/N peered down to the floor to see Steve, wrapped up in a throwblanket on the carpet.

Panic set in, "Why is he still here?!," she says to herself as she sat over the edge of her bed, poking him with her unharmed foot. "Harrington! Hey, wake up!"

"Huh, what?" He was jolted awake by a sharp kick in the shoulder blade. Turning to look at her, he smiles lazily. "Oh, good morning Y/N."

"You slept here?" Steve rubs his eyes and yawns, "You asked me to stay." Y/N looks at him in confusion, "What?" Steve stands and adjusts his shirt, "Yeah, you got mad when I said I was leaving, so I stayed."

She racks he brain, wondering why she didn't recall this. Y/N blushes, "Oh, I must have been sleep talking? I didn't know I did that." Steve starts laughing at her, "Now you do," he then ruffles her hair a bit, earning a slap on the arm, "You did this cute whine, it was priceless."

Picking up his jacket, he tiredly slung it across his shoulder, looking back at her. Surprisingly, she looked a bit upset. "You have to leave now, huh?" He nods, though heturns back around to look at her.

"I've got to head home and get ready for work. But don't worry," he kneels down, his body now slightly between each of her legs. "I get off around three today."

Y/N brought her hands up to cover her rose red cheeks as she furrows her brows at him. "You really don't have to come over. I appreciate that you did everything you did. But I've got it, really."

Steve shakes his head, poking her nose playfully, though there was an air of serious about his look. "I'm coming back. You deserve for someone to help you out," He gives her a wink before making his way back to the bedroom door, "I'll bring you back a greasy pretzel and a popsicle."

Did he really pay that much attention to her eating habits to know her favorite snacks she bought from Starcourt? Y/N stared at him as he exited, his hand coming up to give her a little wave as he closes the door behind him.

She brings her hand up to her nose, touching where he had poked it.

"Fuck." Y/N whispered to herself.

"He is making it really hard for me not to like him."

#steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #billy hargrove #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things season 4 #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #stranger things 4 #st4 #eddie munson x y/n

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storiesbyjes2g · 6 months

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3.51 Comparison trap

I ultimately decided on a restaurant in Windenburg and spent an hour drooling over the menu and photography. The sheer grandeur of it made me question whether this gesture was too much. It looked like the type of place a man took his lady to ask an important question I was not ready to ask. But the more I ogled the photos, the more I had to take Sophia and hoped she would say yes. I didn't think she would decline, but she had a life, and I didn't want to take advantage of her affection for me by assuming she would be available. But thankfully, she accepted and said she couldn't wait to see me. I sent her the details so she could prepare, as it had a dress code and everything.

Mama sent me a text saying she sent me some money. She didn't have to do that, especially after giving me a nice sum when I left home. But I thanked her anyway and bought a new suit. If only she could contain herself, I'd tell her my plans for her generosity. She would be overjoyed to hear about my developments and meet Sophia, but I couldn't tell her. Not yet.

Naturally, I arrived early to check on our reservation. The restaurant was even more amazing in person, from the high ceilings to the perfectly dimmed lighting to the servers rushing back and forth dressed in suits. I thanked Mama's money under my breath because I definitely couldn't afford to eat here on my own. Well, I could, but it wouldn't be wise.

Sophia arrived shortly after I checked in. I loved how we always arrived early on our dates, but it also made me feel some type of way. She'd been showing me what kind of woman she was and how she felt about me the entire time I'd known her, and I wish I would have been brave enough to accept her sooner. At the same time, I was thankful for the experiences I'd had to get me to this place, no matter how painful and confusing they may have been.

She wore a plain blue dress, low heels, and wore her hair in an up-do. Her whole vibe was simple, yet elegant, and I loved it. I didn't make a habit of comparing my friends to each other, but sometimes they had glaring differences not even I could deny. One such difference was their styles. Yasmine and Chi Chi clearly put a lot of thought into their styles and always dressed to impress. They wanted me to look at them, and I enjoyed doing so. Their faces were always beat and their hair was always in place. From their style to the way they walked...Watcher! They were both sexy as hell and kept me in a constant state of frustration and desire. On the other side of the spectrum, Sophia and Maira dressed more for comfort. They wore little makeup, and I loved how they let their natural beauty shine through. It was almost as if their lack of makeup enhanced their beauty, if that was even possible. Perhaps "they" were onto something when they say confidence is attractive. Sophia and Maira were comfortable in their own skin, and I loved that too. My feelings for them were the strongest, so what did that say about me?

Our table was already available, so the host seated us within a few minutes ahead of our reservation. Sophia looked around and commented on how fancy the restaurant was, how expensive it must have been, and how I didn't need to do "all of this" for her. But I did. Hind sight was always crystal clear, and I refused to keep her limbo. She needed to know how serious I was about building something with her.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar

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my-own-walker · 9 months

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Someone You've Never Seen Before

A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction

frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics

There's a beautiful simplicity in the way college students choose their seating arrangement in large lecture halls. No assigned seats. Just vibes. On the first day of class, everyone shuffles in, bleary-eyed and foreboding. The semester is fresh. There's potential. There's dread. There's an uncertainty. How will this class be? Will I find it easy? How's the professor? Is there anyone I know here?

They find a seat in an empty hall that looks appealing to them. A seat they will sit in for the rest of the semester. They go from the freedom of winter or summer break back to the confines of grades and assignments.

Some prefer the back row, some prefer the seat closest to the exit, and others prefer to stay hidden, being just another head among the sea of students. I, personally, always found myself in the middle somewhere. I could hide easier. Never the back row, though. My eyesight was too poor for that.

Calculus is easy for some. For me, an English major, not so much. I knew I would struggle horrendously in class when I sat down in the fifth row on the first day. My mind was not oriented in the realm of math. I knew dozens of papers and other writing assignments would be due in my other classes. Looking over the syllabus, it was clear that I wouldn't be able to wrap my head around derivatives and complex analysis.

I sighed internally and opened my notebook, preparing for the worst. It was the fall semester of my third year at Tulane, and it snuck up on me, truly.

The school wasn't large. Class sizes weren't huge, so it was hard to hide, but I sure as hell tried. I thought I did a pretty good job of being unknown. I was born and raised in a small town near Salem, Massachusetts. I grew up in the kind of neighborhood you'd see in movies. Victorian-style houses painted with bright colors, trees lining the streets that would turn shades of orange in the fall. We'd get some pretty cold weather and tons of snow in the winter. I basically existed in only Doc Martens, oversized corduroy jackets, sweaters, and baggy jeans.

That upbringing put me in a weird position in New Orleans. I liked to think of my town and Nola as sister cities. They had the old-world charm of small main streets lined with shops and the kind of architecture that made you think you'd stepped back in time. I was a pretty smart kid, so Tulane was enticing due to its low acceptance rate and similarity to my hometown. I got in with my high SAT scores and GPA. My scholarship essentially gave me a full ride. It seemed like the perfect place for me. I didn't anticipate just how out of place I'd feel.

For one, the weather never dipped below 50 degrees, even in the winter. It was more humid there, as well. I suffered a fashion crisis, knowing I couldn't rely on large jackets for comfort. I moved as far away as I did to get out of the small-town rut. Everyone I knew went to UMass or Boston. Tulane was a new start. As time passed, though, Tulane became just another small town to me.

Everyone knew everyone. No one was above petty drama, not even me. News about social matters got around quickly. There was no class I joined that I didn't know a single person in. As much as I wanted to disappear, I easily got swept up into things. For example, I wasn't one to engage in the school's Greek activities. But even then I still went to their parties to get drunk, which meant I rubbed shoulders with almost every frat bro and sorority girl on campus. I would always be home by midnight, though.

Greek life was the lifeblood of Tulane; the thing that kept the social scene going. Everyone was involved. Everyone. I refused out of defiance, but even my closest friend and roommate, Lily, was in a sorority. I wasn't particularly interested in paying to have friends, but hey, whatever floats your boat.

Lily and I met freshman year. I put in an application for a random roommate pairing; an unintended consequence of me knowing no one at Tulane. I got extremely lucky, though. The housing department paired me with Lily Davies, an education major with dreams of one day teaching kindergarteners. She had pin straight blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and a bright smile. Despite how innocent she sounded, Lily was the sickest son of a bitch I'd ever met, and I loved it.

She was a crop-top-and-leggings-wearing-bastard with the sickest sense of humor. She was wild and witty with a sunny disposition. She blurred the lines of the dichotomy between popular and weird. Lily was a Louisiana-native, born and raised in Lafayette. Tulane was also her way of getting away from people from her high school (who had mostly gone to U of Louisiana Lafayette).

Our friendship was the only reason I survived at school. Lily would force me to leave the dorm and socialize. There was a standing, open-invite to any of her sorority events for me. I rarely ever went, but it was nice to not be alone all the time.

After freshman year, Lily and I moved into an off-campus, two-bedroom apartment. Both of us had no problem footing the bill, as my scholarship and her in-state status made school itself cheap for us. She had the opportunity to move into the Pi Phi house, but she declined out of respect for me, knowing I'd have to find another random roommate again. There was a small chance that it would work out as well as it did the first time. I felt bad being the thing stopping Lily from branching out, but she swore she didn't mind, and that she'd "rather live with The One And Only Hannah Martin."

She balanced me. She was the pop-music to my indie-records. The Nike to my Converse. The silver to my gold. You get it.

Two years of school went by in a flash. By sticking my head in the books, only emerging for occasional social time, I managed to forget to "cherish my youth," as old people would say. Another thing that snuck up on me was my math requirement. I needed one math class to graduate. Most English majors try to get it done in their freshman year to get it out of the way. I, instead, prolonged my dread until I couldn't any longer.

As I surfaced out of my sea of thoughts, I noticed the lecture hall had filled up quite decently. I took stock of who was in the class, rolling my eyes inwardly at some. Archie Brener. What a loser. The professor stood at the front of the room, shuffling through his papers, just two minutes until he was due to start the lecture.

The number of people filing in had dwindled significantly, and the seat next to me was still not occupied. I celebrated internally, happy that I would get more legroom and a chair to throw my bag onto. My elation was short-lived, though, as the hall's door swung open with a crash, and a blonde-haired boy rushed in to grab the first open seat he could see. I whipped my head around to see what the noise was about as Kyle Spencer rounded the chairs and rushed down the stairs, eyes scanning the crowd. Despite his rush, he made a point to fist-bump Archie as he passed him. Of course, he chose to sit in the seat next to mine.

He sat with a huff and hurriedly unzipped his backpack, pulling out an already-crumpled notebook. I tried not to stare, but the last time I had seen him, he was streaking through the Kappa Lambda Gamma house. I averted my gaze when his naked form ran past me, but I had already seen too much of him and his "brothers."

"I nearly didn't make it," Kyle panted next to me, clearly catching his breath from running here. "I read it wrong. Thought this class was in another building." I looked over to see who he was talking to. It quickly dawned on me that he was talking to me.

"Oh, uh, haha," I replied awkwardly. He leaned forward in his seat again, returning to fumbling through his bag. I returned my gaze to my notebook and began to idly draw some flowers in the corner of the blank page before me. I felt someone tap my shoulder, though.

"Sorry," Kyle whispered, "but do you have a pencil? I can't believe I forgot mine." He laughed shyly to punctuate the end of his question. I nodded and reached into my own bag, producing a brand new no. 2 pencil for him to use and abuse.

"You can keep it," I murmured. It was about to be a long semester.

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#evan peters #evan peters fic #ahs #ahs coven #kyle spencer #kyle spencer fanfic

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transmasc-rose · 27 days

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Doctor Who Tierlist (as requested by @transgenderdoctorwhomst)

Curtis has been bugging me about my placement of Eleven for weeks so here is something objectively worse: a ranking of Doctors, companions, Torchwood crew, and Jackie.

(Don't take this too seriously. I like most of these guys a lot.)

Explanations under the cut for length

Rankings are a mix between "how well do I think they're written" and "how much do I like them" based on vibes and whims, and are not consistent in how much each matters.

Rose: Placing her on the chart would throw all of the other letter rankings off. She gets her own tier.

S (Eight, Nine, Amy): Top crowd who I think about too much without prompting.

Nine is my favourite New Who Doctor, first Doctor, ninerosejack, etc. Grumpy as hell with love in his heart. Also his season is my favourite season vibe-wise.

Eight is extremely bully-able, like a sopping wet cat, while also having some screwed up aspects to him. Vampire Science is great if you want to watch him have a toxic mind-melding relationship with a vampire, and I can't put him any lower after that.

Amy. 👍

A+ (Spy, Simm, Ianto): Could fight anyone in S for a spot, but I'm unwilling to crowd a rank that thoroughly.

If I was ranking the Master as a whole and the Doctor as a whole, the Master would win, but I'm not.

Ianto is here instead of S rank because I don't think he's quite well written enough to go there. I do, however, like him immensely.

A (Jack, TARDIS): Not fighting for S rank, but still very good.

The TARDIS isn't around enough for me to put her higher than this, but she's a lovely eldritch creature.

I like Jack more than Ten.

A- (Ten, Owen, Gwen): Not quite A material, but I'm still abnormal about them.

I like Ten less than Jack.

Owen has massive amount of character development in his series and is definitely the most interesting character in Torchwood.

Gwen is kind of a bitch, and I mean that in the most affectionate way possible. She is snarky and terrible and refuses to accept anything not going her way. Good for her.

Owen and Gwen could probably sit up in A with Jack, but I won't leave Ten alone like that.

B+ (River Song): I don't know enough about her to put her in the A's, but she has potential. Made me cry once.

B (Donna, Rory, Toshiko): Fun characters doing their own thing but I'm not feral over them.

Donna was probably the best choice for a Ten companion. She's neat. 👍

Rory was a plastic soldier for 2000 years. Depending on how they handle that later he could go up in the rankings or stay at B forever.

Toshiko should have had episodes about her job. She's the resident tech specialist. Why was every Toshiko-centred episode about her love life.

C+ (Eleven, Thirteen, Jackie): Cool in theory, okay in practice (+Jackie).

Technically I talk about and draw Eleven more than anyone in B or B+, but I'm the one in charge of the list, and I thought Rory (rank B)'s plastic soldier bit was more interesting than anything Eleven did in s5. Like I said: cool in theory, okay in practice.

C (Roberts!Master, Mickey Smith, Adam Mitchell): Did their jobs perfectly acceptably. No strong feelings in any direction.

C- (Yaz): I hear she gets better.

D (Graham, Ryan): I was incapable of getting emotionally attached to any of Thirteen's companions which was disappointing. Hoping they get better in the later seasons and at least bump up to C, but I'm not holding my breath.

Complicated: Characters I can't reasonably drop into any of the rankings.

Martha was not treated well by the narrative, and I didn't enjoy a lot of her episodes in s3. BUT when she IS treated well she's great. If you're a Martha liker, watch Torchwood. She gets to actually be a doctor.

Tentoo is interesting in theory/interesting in what could be done with him, but they don't actually try to do anything with him. I also have personal distaste for the end of Journey's End, but that's not the character's fault.

Haven't met them yet: I haven't met them yet. I hear good things about... pretty much all of them though. I expect to have Twelve and Clara pretty far up the list. The others I don't hear enough about to know yet.

#rose rambles #I was avoiding actually doing this but Curtis said I had to put this on tumblr #so he could 'send [me] anon hate'#about where I put Eleven.#so I went and threw this together

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A continuation of Anon's Danny + Jazz Adoption AU except its set in the Young Justice Universe and both siblings get placed on the team as a means to keep their respective parents from causing too much trouble (their villains and thus being model citizens is off the table...primarily because Danny ate part of said table)

Like imagine Season 1 of Young Justice but with Jazz oozing out her "Big Sister" vibes while Danny is the gremlin that Mama [Harley] and Dad taught him to be, plus having to openly supernatural beings on the team (the gator-themed halfa ghost king and his halfa elder sister).

Maybe Dani comes into play at Cadmus, as in Cadmus through their sources gets the materials needed to Clone the duo but due the instability of Ghosts in general they had to combine the material which creates Dani as a stable entity who gets busted out by her genetic donors.

Ate the table...ate the- that is SO Danny oml.

I will have to do some research on Young Justice to do this (wait for it!) Justice.

But here's what I've got so far:

The adults LOVE Jazz at first! Despite being raised by Poison Ivy, Killer Croc, and Harley Quinn, she's almost an upstanding citizen!

The issue comes when they realize she'# also scamming rich assholes out of their money, helping people break laws she thinks are unfair, and has repeatedly advocated for murder as an acceptable way to deal with bad guy of the week. You know, if she doesn't just let them go.

Danny harrases the hell out of Constantine at any chance, and has helped Dani kidnap Kon, which creates an ensuing custody battle for the ages.

Mainly because she's had Kon blend in with the 4 OTHER black-haired blue-eyed clones she calls her brothers and call Vlad dad for 6 months.

Vlad has imprinted. Finders keepers, this is HIS child now! Cue shenanigans as Vlad just barely toes the line of what the JL will let slide, merrily singing 'na na na na na na you can't get me' the whole time.

Danny keeps slipping out of any ghost restraints they put him in. (Batman has adoption papers ready).

They're great allies in a fight, but within 6 months, the JL is READY to let them go.

"Oh great, we didn't want to bring out the really annoying stuff."

"THAT WASN'T THE WORST?!" "Haha no." They refuse to elaborate.

#inthememetime #danny phantom #vlad masters #danny phantom au #jazz fenton #dp x dc #poison ivy #killer croc

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you seem like the type of person whos tried making a creepypasta before this isn't an insult or anything by the way thats just the vibe i get from you

thank you??

you would be correct. i did try writing a creepypasta, way back when i was 12 years old. i didn't. never finished her bc i utterly despised writing back then. it was like... the bane of my existence. my worst enemy.

this anon is now going to provide top-secret v lore bc memories flooded my brain when i saw it so!! pretend there's nostalgic piano music playing magically in the air as i clear my throat.

ahem.

if you knew me from 2014 to roughly 2017 or 2018 (which i certainly hope you do not) then you already know this but i used to rp in this fandom. heavily. on quotev dot com. i still do rp, though not for creepypasta anymore because i lost contact with the people i used to rp with. i do however like making random accounts on q bc i made a jeff the killer account and i also plan on making a bloody painter one and also perchance maybe a nina one bc i have no sense of self control.

so, fun fact, all the creepypasta roleplays i did is what honestly made me get into writing but anyways.

i typically just roleplayed as the creepypastas since that's what everyone else did, y'know? original characters and self-inserts were looked down upon at the time because people thought it was 'cringe' and because i desperately wanted to be cool and accepted, i never really. roleplayed as my ocs. not that i had any fleshed out enough to rp as but. we'll get to that in a moment.

so, the three creepypastas that i roleplayed as exclusively, never once rping as any other because my mind latched onto them and refused to fucking let go, was homicidal liu, and both jane the killers. but mostly jane arkensaw. i love arkensaw so much it makes me look like a fool, honestly, and the way that i write her today is still heavily influenced by how i used to write her when i would roleplay. i never wanted to stop roleplaying for creepypasta because they are so near and dear to my heart but a lot of stuff was going on at the time and my friends at the time had moved on from the fandom so i just... stopped.

now, on the topic of ocs. i never had a fully fleshed out creepypasta oc. i always found it difficult to make one?? because it felt like there were a bunch of guidelines on how to properly make an oc so the oc wasn't 'cringe' or whatever and i found the whole thing to be tedious and annoying so i just never properly made an oc. i would come up with concepts, and would even draw some out every now and then but i threw all those drawings out.

i was, and still am, however, a big fucking fan of self-inserts. i only ever rped as a self-insert with one person bc they were the only person i knew that was chill with it and self-shipping and fucking hell it was the best rp i have ever done in my entire writing career nothing has ever compared to it man. the way we did it was we would control our two characters, our self-inserts, and then i would control the character they wanted to be shipped with and they would control the character i wanted to be shipped with. you... you can guess who that was i don't have to tell you, you already know. and we would make our self-inserts friends and have them interact and then they would meet the two creepypastas they were gonna get shipped with and it would slowly branch off so they'd have their own things going on so it was like two separate stories that still connected, and we would discuss what to do next in the rp in a separate message and.

god. it was one of the best moments of my life, excitedly sitting there and continuously checking my notifs, waiting to see a notification telling me they replied to our rp. i miss it, truly. both roleplaying with a friend and roleplaying as a self-insert. i never understood why self-shipping was frowned upon back then, because it was probably the most fun and cathartic thing i've ever done tbh.

thankfully, i've grown and no longer feel the need to please people so i happily and proudly ship myself with characters <3

anyways this got way off track to the anon uh, sorry. but!! special v lore!! yippee!! the more you know, i guess.

#anon #archived mind of v: thoughts and opinions.#i just woke up and when i saw this i just went down memory lane and #idk i just had to share it with u guys #for reasons. i guess. idk. maybe i just want u to learn more about me #i like just chatting w u guys u guys r fun #little anons like this weirdly brighten my day #so. love you guys <3

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