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[songfell-ut]

Why look it's a chapter (30) and a dress

Complete with illustration by @venelona, here is the principal end to the second arc of the story happy new night

#songfell #insert witty remark here

[namiusedbubble]

When they have a crush on you

SEBASTIAN SALLOW:

☠️  Sebastian is not the type to hide his crush. Even before he figures it out, everyone around him will know because of how differently he’ll treat you compared to everyone else.

☠️  He’s charming and friendly towards you, which happens to be his biggest tell as he can be quite snappy and temperamental to anyone who interrupts him.

☠️  He tends to become hyper-focused on things, whether it be spending hours with his head buried in a book or diligently searching spider-infested catacombs for a dark relic, there is no stopping him until he gets what he wants. That naturally extends to wooing you.

☠️  Suddenly he’ll find any and all reasons to spend time with you. Oh, you’re good at Herbology? It just so happens that Sebastian is in desperate need of a tutor! Oh, you’re a good duelist? Please help me take down this goblin camp real quick before meeting my family Why don’t you join this exclusive little dueling club I’m in? 

☠️  Not only does he want to spend as much time with you as possible, he also wants to be as close as physically possible without crossing any of your boundaries. He’ll push you behind him when facing enemies, he’ll constantly lean against things with his arm next to your head, and he’ll offer his hand to help you up and down ledges or off your broom.  

☠️  He has a jealous streak, so if he sees you becoming particularly close with anyone he deems a potential romantic threat, he’ll insert himself into the situation and either make an excuse to pull you away or pout and glare until the other person becomes uncomfortable enough that they’ll excuse themselves just to get away from him.

☠️  In any case, I don’t imagine you’ll remain in the “crush zone” for very long. Sebastian can hardly go five minutes around you without saying too much or revealing his or someone else’s secrets, let alone try to keep his feelings hidden when they grow every day you spend with each other.

OMINS GAUNT:

🐍  Ominis is a bit more subtle in his affections than Sebastian. It will take him a while before he approaches you, just so he can be sure he actually wants to pursue you and it isn’t just a fleeting crush. 🐍  He’ll sit near you, but not next to you, in classes and at meal times. He likes hearing your voice as you chat to your friends or make snide remarks about the professors when you think nobody is listening. Sebastian will often catch him smiling at seemingly nothing whenever you’re around. 🐍  You’re both desperately trying to keep yourselves awake in History of Magic one day when Ominis makes a witty comment at the expense of Binns, and he’s floored when you laugh next to him, quietly leaning over to share your own comments about the professor’s riveting tale about another centuries old wizarding war. 🐍  From that day on, Ominis went out of his way to make you laugh. Whenever he’d find you in-between classes, he would sit next to you on the bench and make passing remarks about the other students. It seemed he knew everything about everyone and had something to say about all of it, and you found his little quips absolutely hilarious. You’d always thought Ominis Gaunt was a refined, quiet gentleman, yet here he was tearing into Leander Prewett with no remorse and telling first years that the giant squid liked to feast on children walking too close to the lake. 🐍  He would be so sweet to you, doting, even. If you’d had a particularly stressful week catching up on assignments or running errands for everyone and their dog, Ominis would offer to keep breakfast for you so you could sleep for just a few minutes longer. When he notices you rushing about the castle, he’d stop you to ask if you’d taken a break that day and if you’d like to accompany him to the library for a spot of light reading. On the various occasions you’d come back injured, he would offer you his arm as a way to keep you steady. Eventually, offering you his hand or arm becomes second nature and you’ll find yourselves walking like that even when there’s no need to support you physically. 🐍  I think it would take a long time before Ominis admits his feelings. He enjoys the safety of the courting stage because his family are less likely to involve themselves. He’s also afraid you’ll reject a serious relationship with him because of their reputation and behaviour. He might huff and puff about how it’s a gentleman’s responsibility, but he’d secretly appreciate if you were the one to make the next move.

GARRETH WEASLEY:

🧪  I imagine Garreth would have to be friends with someone before he develops a crush on them. 🧪  While this social butterfly could easily make friends with a wall, that doesn’t mean he knows how to flirt with one. He’s so subtle with his intentions that it’s easy to assume he’s just being his regular, friendly self.

🧪  He would take a break from his experiments to brew you an endless supply of Wiggenweld potions for your adventures. He knew you were capable of handling yourself, but he worries about you and wants to help in any way he can.

🧪  He’d make it a point to accompany you around the castle, offering to carry your books or help with extra assignments. He’d refrain from using you as a guinea pig, but he would ask you to help him find ingredients for various potions, sometimes even at strange hours of the night. Most of the time, he has no use for the things he is asking for, he just wants to spend time with you.

🧪  Despite the Weasleys not having a lot of money, Garreth would always offer to treat you to a butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks. He often buys (and occasionally swipes) bags of your favourite sweets from Honeydukes, even though he isn’t partial to them himself. He thinks he’s being subtle by asking you to share, but it doesn’t escape your notice that he never takes a single one, instead leaving them all to you.

🧪  Garreth eventually confesses his feelings to you while drunk on the effects of Felix Felicius. He had been trying to brew it for you, knowing you had a particularly difficult mission ahead, but he had to try it first to make sure it wouldn’t turn you purple or make you break out in boils.

AMIT THAKKAR:

⭐  This poor boy somehow manages to be both a stuttering and word vomiting mess around you.  

⭐  One minute he is telling you all about the great tales he plans to write, how Binns will be assigning his books to every student at Hogwarts by the end of the decade, and then you’ll give him that smile and he’s suddenly blushing and stuttering uncontrollably.  

⭐  He’s most comfortable around you at night, when the stars are there to calm his nerves. This is when you’ll get to see the true Amit, the cute, gentle boy who will point constellations out to you for hours if you’re interested. Although he’d much prefer to find real constellations and their associated imagery, you can occasionally rope him into a silly game of ‘connect the stars’, only because he loves the way your face brightens when you vaguely recognise a mooncalf or niffler dotted in the sky. 

⭐  He is incredibly intelligent, so if you ever need help with a subject, you can rest assured that Amit is more than willing to offer you (and only you) his tutoring services, free of charge! ⭐  Amit is 100% going to support you in all of your endeavors, regardless of how much interest he has in them himself. You play on the Quidditch team? He’ll be at every single practice session to cheer you on. You enjoy ballroom dancing in a room full of dead people? He’s now practicing in his common room every night so he won’t step on your feet (Go to sleep Amit, it’s three in the morning!). You name it, he’ll be there, probably reading a theory book about the history of the hobby. ⭐  It might take him ages, but he will 100% confess to you in the cheesiest way possible. Maybe it will be through an original poem personally delivered to you by owl, or maybe it will be through spelling “I  ❤️ U” in the stars. Regardless, he’ll make sure you’ll be melted into a puddle by his sweetness.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagines #hogwarts legacy headcanon #sebastian sallow #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #ominis gaunt #harry potter #sebastian sallow x reader #garreth weasley x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #amit thakkar x reader

[arcanesea]

lullaby

PAIRING: seungmin x reader GENRE: hurt-comfort WC: 427 WARNING: implications of sleep disorder

"What is it?" Seungmin asks when you stand in the doorway, fiddling with your oversized cardigan. He was trying to finish a project and your figure was just standing there in the corner of his eyes for a couple minutes now.

"Can you sing for me?" you ask meekly.

These days, sleep doesn't come as easily for you. You keep tossing and turning at night, unable to shut down the chattering in your brain. So when Seungmin asked if he could borrow your work room for a change of scenery, you quickly approved with another agenda in mind.

"Why should I?" he joked. You didn't expect him to agree so quickly though, and you already prepared a counter for his witty remarks. But standing here, now, you just don't even want to try. He turned to look at you, feeling a knot in his chest from the way you just looked so... empty. "Can you wait 5 minutes? I'll send this email first."

You nodded before walking back to your room and lying down in your dimly lit bedroom.

Seungmin came not long after, standing at the foot of the bed, looking confused. What was he supposed to do? Just sit there and sing? should he pat your feet? or head?

"Do you want to cuddle?" he asks, surprising the both of you. He lowers his head, cursing silently. "I mean, I heard it helps you fall asleep faster?"

"Are you okay with that?" you ask. He nods before getting on the bed, rubbing his hands on his jeans before pulling you closer.

"Has it been going for long?" he asks when you're trying to find the comfortable spot.

"On and off," you hesitate, trying not to make it sound bad. Seungmin only nods, parts of him wondering what calmed you down before and what pushed you to ask him to sing just now. But he didn't ask, not now, he thinks.

When you're safely nestled into his chest, he starts singing the lullaby, humming on random parts because he forgot the lyrics. The moment he feels you relaxed, he pulls away a bit only to cause you to come back to consciousness.

"Sorry," he whispered, then proceeded to sing again from the first line. The atmosphere is starting to affect Seungmin and he tries his best to fight it off.

"Everything's gonna be okay," he murmurs, well aware that you have fallen asleep minutes ago. He slowly drifts off, following you to the dreamland.

"I'll guard you." He promised genuinely before letting his eyes close completely.

a/n. i am once again sleep-deprived so, this is very much self-insert

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[bubblespalace]

The Accords (Reader Insert Version)

Chapter Four

“(Y/N)!”

Fuck you had to get up.

Nine-year-old you pressed your hand on the floor and tried to push yourself up, but the bloody slash on your stomach caused you to feel weak against your captor. “Watch your friend die and we'll make everything less painful, okay little one?” The man over you crooned.

You foolishly turned your head, capturing the eyes of the girl you had known since you were five, your oldest friend. Victoria was tied down to a hospital bed in the laboratory they had been stuck in, a machine attached to her, sucking out her blood. Her eyes cried out in pain and tears to her as she bled out, her life slowly being pulled out of her while she was still breathing. “(Y/N), please…” She wept, her normally cocky personality gone with the wind.

You looked up at the man keeping you pinned to the ground with pleading eyes. “She doesn't deserve this! Please! Take me instead!” You tasted your own blood in your mouth, a metal-like taste. The tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

The men in the room laughed, a horrible sound to your ears. “Oh, but we are taking the both of you. Your blood sells, Morganstern.”

“Don't call me Morganstern. My name is Wayland.” You grit your teeth, whimpering when you heard Victoria scream out in pain.

He leaned down and told you in a hushed voice. “Keep telling yourself that, Morganstern, you’ll always be related to him..”

Your gaze snapped to Victoria as she wailed out in pain once more before going limp on the bed, her blue eyes wide open and vacant. “Vic!” You screamed, in disbelief she was gone. Victoria didn't move, didn't spit out a witty remark, didn't blink.

It was all your fault.

The man pulled you up by her hair, and you obeyed, knowing the consequences if you didn't. “Now, ready for your treatment, Morganstern?”

The vampires around the room all smirked at you, baring their teeth.

☉

You awoke from your dream of your past in a gorgeous parlor room, you were laid down on the velvet blue couch, and a fire was roaring from the fireplace, warming the colder room. You whimpered, believing you were alone so you could show pain or discomfort, and slowly sat up straight.

“Nfu~ Bitch-chan number two is finally awake.” You softly gasped in surprise and turned your head toward the source of the voice. He was, of course, gorgeous, but now that you knew everyone here was probably a vampire, you knew why. Vampires had to be attractive to get their prey. 

He looked a lot like the man at the gas station, same emerald green eyes with only slightly lighter red hair. The eyes he had seemed more playful, however, while the others had seemed more demanding and bossy. You couldn't help but wonder if they were closely related. He was wearing a fedora with a red ribbon tied around it, and he had a small mole on the right side of his mouth that seemed to enhance his natural beauty. His school uniform had two buttons at the top undone, probably to show off his chest a bit, and his tie was loosely knotted. God, you couldn't help but think it sucked that Nephilim were unable to date vampires and other Downworlders. All of them were so attractive, especially these men, but The Accords outlawed it because The Clave wants Shadowhunter babies, not any other race. It was understandable since Shadowhunter's population was low, but it was horrible how you couldn't marry or date who you fell in love with.

This vampire man inched closer to you, a suggestive smirk on his face. “Does the new Bitch-Chan speak? Kanato told me you only understood English.” He had a very cruel tone when taunting that some might have mistaken for flirting.

You scooted back a bit, uncomfortable under his stare. You have always been attracted to eyes, it's one of the first features you noticed, but you felt oddly uncomfortable under the eyes of anyone but Nephilim and loved ones. “I don't only understand English, I speak some other languages, but I have a name, you know.”

The unnamed man chuckled, grinning widely and showing off his fangs. He had cute little dimples on either side of his mouth. “What is it, Bitch-Chan? Whatever it is, I'll keep calling you Bitch-Chan too.” He winked at you teasingly.

You scowled, staring into his eyes with your (E/C) ones. “It's (Y/N), and you'll use my name, bloodsucker.” You attempted to stand, straightening Yourself up before your legs collapsed underneath you. You started to fall to the carpeted floor with a yelp, but this man caught you in his arms.

His grip felt very secure and safe, his arms wrapped around your waistline. You weren't used to being touched much, but you absolutely loved it when you had skin-to-skin contact. “I'm Laito, Bitch-Chan. The most attractive man here.” He smirked, which made you want to fawn over him for a second, but you knew better. No good came from Downworlders, you learned that at an early age.

“Such a liar, it's obvious it's Ore-sama.” You looked up at the owner of the voice, recognizing it.

“I should have guessed you were related.” You spat, pulling yourself out of Laito’s arms and onto the couch. “You both have that ‘egotistic’ quality.”

The man glared at her, his green eyes annoyed. “Oi! Shut up, Melons!”

You glared. "Don't call me melons, Christmas!"

“Be quiet… You're ruining my music…” You glanced at the blonde who was lying down on the other couch, his eyes were closed, probably sleeping. He, of course, was also good-looking, you just wished you could see what his eyes were like.

Kanato teleported into the room using his vampire powers, he was pretty beat up, but he would heal quickly. You had definitely done a number on him. You wondered if he was still pissed. “Look Teddy, the new doll is finally awake.”

You sighed, instinctively feeling your sheath for your Angel Blade while your eyes darted around the room, searching for exits. The white-haired and red-eyed man, who was leaning against a blank wall, scoffed. “ Tch, we aren't dumb, Nephilim. You don't have any more weapons on you. We confiscated them.”

You glared, putting the fury into your stare. “You aren't allowed to keep me here, it's against the Law.” You said, tapping your boot against the marble floor.

Laito smirked, sitting down next to you, although a little too close. “I'm sure The Clave will make an exception for us. Especially since it's illegal for you to be trespassing on Vampire's property in the first place.”

“You're fair game, Melons. Should have looked before you came to us.”

“I was hunting!” You retorted angrily. “I had direct orders from The Clave and there were no restricted places on my mission information, I wasn't informed there were vampires!”

The blonde groaned and pulled out an earphone and opened his eyes, giving you a death stare. Now that you had a better look at him, you saw just how gorgeous his eyes were, a beautiful ocean of calm. As blue as the sky. You were entranced for a moment. “Stop being so noisy. You broke the Law, so these are the consequences.” He closed his eyes again and put the earpods back in.

You felt speechless, like your life was being sold to yet another individual. “The Clave will come after you. I'm a top agent.”

“They have the guts to come after the Sakamaki's?” Ayato teased.

Your jaw went slack, a feeling of dread washed over you, you had known you had recognized their names. Kanato, Ayato, and Laito were the triplets of the Sakamaki family. Which meant the white-haired man and the blonde man were also their brothers. “No, no, no. There's no fucking way…”

Laito smirked, leaning in close to your face. “Surprise, Bitch-Chan.”

You quickly stood up, forcing your legs to be strong enough to hold your weight and backed away. “Holy shit…” You bumped into someone and quickly turned to face him. He was also a vampire, with those looks. Shiny magenta eyes that looked as though they could see through everything and also understand everything. He seemed very knowledgeable. He had such dark hair that you couldn't tell whether it was black or very dark blue.

“How unladylike, don't you know you should be aware of your movements? You aren't a very graceful woman, are you?” He said, there was something about his voice that gave him a commanding demeanor. You could tell he was intelligent and strict, and knowing this you knew you should apologize politely, but all you could do was freeze in terror. You had faced and killed many vampires before, but these were the sons of The Vampire King. Karlheinz was the only leader of Downworlders who had trouble agreeing with The Law, werewolves, faeries, and warlock were easily swayed to The Clave's side. The Clave knows not to piss off Karlheinz. He could, without a doubt, go up against Shadowhunter kind and win within a week. “It's customary to answer when someone talks to you, honestly.” 

You broke yourself out of your shocked state, stammering out a response.“Fuck, I'm sor-” 

“You curse too? Dear lord, I'm going to have to train so much out of you. The only good quality I see so far is in your bloodline.” The magenta-eyed man spat, disgusted.

Laito chuckled, his fangs peeking through his lips. “Her blood does smell delightful. May I have a bite, Bitch-Chan?” In a flash, the fedora-wearing man’s face was buried in the crook of your neck, you yelped and flinched back, attempting to push away Laito, but someone else did before you could.

“She's my doll! I saw her first, I get the first taste!” Kanato yelled at his younger brother, fury in his eyes. Laito chuckled, amused and not scared by his brother’s outburst. He stayed down where Kanato had pushed him, resting both of his arms under his head. “(Y/N), dolly, stay still,” Kanato spoke softly, it almost calmed you, his voice was just so hypnotizing. However, you knew what would happen if a vampire got a hold of your blood. As he leaned down, his teeth bared, to pierce your collarbone, you did something you would probably regret, you slapped him across the face. The room went completely silent, nobody said a single word, it was so very eerie. You didn't dare move a muscle, frozen from fear. Kanato slowly turned his head toward you again, a scowl on his face. “You really have to be put in your place, doll.” To your horror, Kanato wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly at first, seeming to test you. 

Your hand jumped to his wrist, in an attempt to get him to let go. “Kanato-” The vampire squeezed slightly tighter, probably restraining himself. “P-please…”

He glared down at you. “You have lost the right to beg for my mercy, Shadowhunter. Endure your punishment.” The purple-haired man tightened his grip even more, it took everything for you to not cry out in pain, your training never taught you what to do during a fight with one of the strongest pure-blood vampires to date.

Finally, You blacked out from oxygen deprivation, you did however spare your dignity as you didn't once scream. Kanato let go of your thin figure, blinking. “She's more fiery than the brides,” Ayato grumbled.

“Tch, she won't last a day here.” The white-haired man spoke from the other side of the room, his red eyes gleaming with curiosity and annoyance.

The youngest triplet chuckled. “Fufu~ She might surprise us. You never know.”

#diabolik lovers #reiji sakamaki x reader #shu sakamaki x reader #ayato sakamaki x reader #kanato sakamaki x reader #subaru sakamaki x reader #laito sakamaki x reader #diabolik fanfic #fanfiction

[lordcatwich]

SURPRISE Y'ALL

INTRO POST TAKE TWO!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!

I'M TRYING AGAIN BECAUSE THE OLD ONE IS SOMEHOW OUTDATED AGAIN LMFAO

LESGO

My name is Finn! I'm an aroace, genderfluid teen writer!

I'm really bad at intros!

Here, have some facts :)

• I'm learning Swedish!

• I have two cats!

• I'm neurodivergent!

• LEMON DEMON.

• Unfortunately I am a US citizen (/hj)

• By reading this you have been notified that I live in your walls! Sorry, just a fact 😁 Say hi to the dude in the crawlspace for me (he banned me ugh)

• Insert witty remark here!

WIP LIST!

Axerim- Current Main! Two lovers get horribly and violently screwed over in every way, then wrenched apart by those who wronged them. How will they get the sweet closure of revenge?

MCs: Barlow (They/Them) and Kirix (They/Them)

Setting: Medieval Fantasy

Carlylore- A genetically engineered cat thing tries to uncover what was up with their childhood while constantly on the run from the law.

MCs: Carly (They/She/It)

Setting: Kinda sci-fi, but mostly modern

Arthurquest (I came up with that name literally right now as I was writing this. It's named after brodyquest. You're welcome (I said to myself))- An artist named Arthur decides the only way to leave a mark on the world is to create something so horrifying that no one will ever forget him. Preferably because of the image's effects, preferably because the image would drive every single one of its viewers mad. Follow him as he seeks out eldritch horrors to accomplish his goal!

MCs: Arthur (He/him(/they? I haven't figured it out yet))

Setting: Steampunk-fantasy

I'm really excited for all of those haha

Welp! I'll add more as I go!

Buh-bye!!

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[robynlilyblack]

My baby sister?

Severus Snape x fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Sirius finds out an old nemesis is dating his baby sister

Warnings: swearing, hurt/comfort, Sirius being overprotective and going a bit too far

A/n: 2k words, reader is Regulus’ twin sister, oh and lil wolfstar moment, I don’t really write for snape but I know not many people do so I made a little exception x

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Y/n Walburga Black, merlin did you hate that middle name along with the women that gave you it, and Severus Snape, insert witty remark here, to say you were an odd pairing would be an understatement. You knew each other back at Hogwarts but being a couple years younger than him, one of his arch nemesis’ siblings and not a green-eyed redhead, you never interacted. It wasn’t until you got a job as one of Hogwarts healers during the year your brother escaped did you and Severus bond. He was apprehensive at first but you slowly grew fond of each other’s company, and after a dance paired with some magic mistletoe at the yule ball you started dating, in secret of course.

Much like your eldest brother you didn’t follow the teaching of your parents but unlike him you stayed with your twin and didn’t run away. Which meant when he moved back into your old family home with you he was very protective, the years of guilt not knowing if you survived or perished like Regulus killed him and you knew he regretted leaving you when he was 16. Sirius of course inherited the house but he made sure you were okay with holding orders meeting there and of course you were, plus it was an extra excuse to see your man

You sighed a little as you listened to Moody drone on, you did admire the man but boy could he talk, you glanced over at your brother to see him wearing a similar expression. As he caught your eye you tried your best not to giggle when he started to subtly mimicking the man, when you turned back you glanced discreetly at Severus. He looked bored as well, for many it was hard to tell due to the general lack of emotion but over time you picked up on the tiny micro expressions

“Well said Alastor” Dumbledore comments although even you had to wonder if he listened to a word “Now Severus any word on the great vine about where he could be setting his headquarters?”

“None as yet” he replies to which your brother scoffs “Anything you would like to add Black?” he turns to eye him

“Not a very good spy, are you? How do we know you won’t play the double agent?” he taunts

“Siri!” you scold “He’s trying his best” you defend your partner making the man’s heart warm but your brother shakes his head

“Y/n I’m just stating the facts, once a deatheater always a deatheater” he glares at Severus for the last bit

“That’s not true, Reggie was good” you argue back while the rest of the member sit in an awkward silence

“No he wasn’t Y/n, you just don’t want to…” he starts but you cut him off

“No Sirius” you stand up “You weren’t there, you didn’t have to watch him get that mark, you weren’t there to hold him as he cried that night, or the night you abandoned us, neither were you there when he…he tried to…” you glance at Dumbledore before changing your rant “…when he didn’t come back” you sit down again, you knew of horcruxes because of a note Regulus left you but the rest of the Order couldn’t as Dumbledore didn’t want him to find out he knew

“I think we will end it here today everyone, thank you for coming” Dumbledore nods his head, giving you a look somewhere between sympathy and gratitude before standing up

You do the same ignoring your brother and walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, as you do Severus comes over as well, grabbing a glass, you alright? you hear his thoughts as he turns the tap

I wish he would just realise people can change, you think back glancing up to see his warm eyes, I wish you could hold me

Me too, he smiles sadly for a mere second, you still coming for dinner on Friday?

You nod a little, Siri thinks I’m visiting a patient, you grimace you hated lying to your brother and you also hated not being able to tell him Regulus was good in the end

As he takes one last gulp, placing the glass in the sink and begins to walk away you quickly whisper “Bye Sevy-” you notice your brother “-us…Sevvverus” you laugh nervously a trait that your brother knew you did when you were hiding something “I’m going to my room” you announce walking away quickly, why did you have to say it out loud why couldn’t you have did it mentally?

“Y/n” Sirius catches up with you as you get to the stairs

Turn back around slowly you try to put on your best innocent look “What?”

“I’m sorry about…” he starts but his brain is inching with a different matter “Why did you call him Sevy” he mocks your voice clearly upset about it

“We are colleagues Siri I have nicknames for everyone” you defend but he sees through it

He shakes his head “No you only give nicknames to people you…you…know what, never mind I’m overreacting” he changes his mind but you can’t help but feel like he’s figured it out and you’re glad that your boyfriend had already left

The next order meeting you were upstairs, you weren’t feeling too great after catching a small cold. The meeting should have ended by now and you were feeling better so you headed out your bedroom and was about to start walking down the stairs when you hear voices

“Snape!” Sirius calls out, his face teeming with anger

You lean over the railing of the upper floor, getting a clear view of your brother and boyfriend

“Yes Black?” Severus sighs turning around to face him

“I’m only going to ask you this once and I’ll know if you’re lying” he says earing a curt nod from your man “Are you dating my baby sister?” he asks eyes boring into him

He says quiet for a second too long, confirming what Sirius already thought “She’s my baby sister!” he exclaims furious “How long?” he points at him clearly holding himself back from punching him, while you grip the banister tightly wincing at your brothers’ tone

“Since the yule ball last year” he admits

“So what was it? You want to get back at me for the willow, for bullying that took place over a decade ago what?” he muses while your heart breaks

“Sirius” Severus says warningly, the use of his friend name even surprising your brother for a second but his face hardens again “Don’t…” he starts but your brother keeps going

“No Snivellus” he revels in the old nickname “I will not let you make my baby sister some sick revenge scheme” he shakes his head

“Black that’s not what’s going on…unlike you I am not that shallow” he defends himself clearly growing upset himself

“Whatever your plan is you are never to see her again, she is way too good for you, she is an angel and deserves someone that will treat her right” Severus didn’t argue, he himself never thought he was good enough for you “You will ruin her and I won’t let her be a consolation prize because you couldn’t have Lily, we both know how similar they are don’t you dare deny…deny it” his words low down as he hears a sob, both his and Severus’ eyes drifting up to see your heartbroken face before you quickly retreat back into your room

“What the hell is going on out here?” Remus walks out confused after hearing the prolonged muffled shouting, only hearing the last part while the two men are staring up at the second floor sadly

“My precious daughter will not be with that half breed I forbid it!” Walburga screeches from down the hall, which fill in the rest of the pictures for Remus, oh Siri’s is going to kill him

Severus turns back to Remus like he heard him before moving to climb the stairs right away, Sirius notices after a few seconds going after him but Remus grabs his hand “Siri love calm down” he brings his other hand to his cheek

“No I won’t calm down Moons he’s using my baby sister!” he says angrily swatting his partners hand before his face softens “I’m sorry” he grabs the hand he hit sighing

“One, you don’t know that, two, whatever is happening between doesn’t matter because you’ve made her cry and three…that last comment was really low Siri” he shakes his head disappointed to which Sirius visibly winces nodding in agreement

“Can we at least listen in just in case?” he suggests to which Remus nods giving him a squeeze to his hand and a quick kiss to his cheek before they head up the stairs

Severus pushes the door open “Y/n?” he says sadly as he closes it behind him he sees you sitting on your bed crying as you held your head in your hands

You lift your head “Hi” you choke out through the tears

He moves towards the bed, looking for permission to sit and when you nod he does just that “Can I?” you don’t answer just burry your head into his chest, arms wrapping around his as his do the same to you, hand on the back of your head as he holds you close

“I’m sorry” you murmur into his chest, you knew the things your brother said weren’t really true but that didn’t mean they didn’t hurt or weren’t your biggest insecurities

“No” he pulls you back by your shoulders gently making you look at him “You have nothing to be sorry for” he shakes his head, hand running through your hair

“Sev?” you peer up at him with glassy eyes that make his heart ache “Am I just…am I just a…” you start but trail off not wanting to say but he hears you finish it in your head, consolation prize

“You aren’t” he replies “Y/n for almost a decade I mourned over Lily, but really I was mourning over the loss of my best friend, my first love and the regret of the things I said to her when my head was filled with stupid ideals that I’ll admit I still need to get by” he confesses “You made me see life was worth living again, you did that through…” he smiles a little “pestering me constantly, thinking the stupidest things and purposely trying to put them in my head just to make me crack a smile” you giggle “and…” he hesitates “I made that mistletoe grow as an excuse to kiss you last year”

Your eyes widen “You did?” your heart skips a beat

“Yeah” he takes your hands in yours “I love you” he says plainly “I was waiting for a better time to tell you, actually I was going to tell you at dinner last week but then you started sniffling” he elaborates tapping your nose endearingly

Your eyes start to water with tears of joy “I love you too” you reply basking in the way his eyes light up and that genuine smile only you got to see took over his face

He brushes some hair behind you face, moving in to kiss you when the door opens revealing your brother “Siri” you say as Severus pulls back bracing himself

“You really love her?” he eyes the man

“Yes” he says right away, no hesitation

He takes a second looking between the two of you “Well I still don’t like it, nor will I ever…and I mean ever give my blessing but if you love him then I’ll just have to deal with it…by the way we are going to talk about your questionable choice in men” he covers his mouth but still says it loudly mocking your boyfriend “And you” he turns to Severus pointing “If you hurt her, break her little heart in any way I will feed you my husband”

You gasp in shock but start giggling as Remus pops his head in like he wasn’t lingering outside and listening in “Pads!” he scolds before looking at Severus “But it’s true if you hurt her I’ll make an exception just for you, she’s like a little sister to me too”

#severus snape x reader #severus snape and reader #severus snape x y/n #severus snape x you #severus snape and you #snape x you #severus snape #snape x reader #sirius x reader #hurt/comfort

[random-content-from-4by22]

FINALLY. ok ok tehehtheheheheehhe could you pretty pretty please write Reboot Dante with a Hacker! Reader who is assigned to work with him and Kat? Just to ensure that he gets in and gets out alright, even if he is pretty capable. Maybe Vergil asked so that he wouldn't have to worry about his brother so much if someone equally as capable went out with him to make sure he was alright.

(Here's a short story I quickly put together. Takes place in the Virility factory mission, can be interpreted as just a reader insert scenario, platonic or romantic)

"And for the love of God, please keep an eye on my, rather rash and rebellious, brother." Vergil had once told you after assigning you to help monitor Dante's progress within the factory.

You can definitely tell now why Dante was described as rash and rebellious.

With what you can see from the screen after putting in a special USB to help you see into Limbo (even if by a little bit), Dante was running into battles headfirst and the end results was a lot of ash and black blood.

You can barely see into Limbo when Dante was falling down to the bottom after Kat had used that egg timer spell, but you couldn't help but make a witty remark.

"Hey, don't go falling for anyone yet, Devil Hunter." You said jokingly through the earpiece that Vergil had (forcefully) given him so that you and Dante could keep in touch.

You heard a scoff from the Nephilim, not noticing his grin through the monitor.

"We'll see Hacker. We'll see."

#dmc #fluff #request #devil may cry #Dante Sparda #Dante X reader #dmc reboot #dmc x reader #Short story #X reader #Reader insert

[nakunakunomi]

#TheAnswerIsLove is a drabble collection based on this promptlist by @rpclefairy.

Tags: 2nd person POV, genderneutral, reader insert, established relationship, new relationships, short writings, blurbs, drabbles, romance, fluff, humor, angst

Characters (more added/changed as the collection gets filled): Utahime, Gojo, Geto, Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara, Inumaki, Toji, Mei, Nanami, Choso, reader (2nd Person, GN)

The Masterlist is empty now. As a prompt is filled, the character will be added and once published, the prompt will become a link. I am taking NO requests for this collection as of now.

" am i not good enough? "  

" you've been so quiet. what's on your mind? "  

" why did you help me? "  

" who do you fight for? "  

" why do you hate me? "  

" have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? "  

" you're not dating anyone, are you? "  

" i've got your back, okay? "  

" where do you think you're going? "  

" how long have i been asleep? "  ➵ Nanami

" are you going to kill me? "  

" why can't i come with you? "  

" we all have secrets, don't we? "  

" did you want to be alone? "  

" why should i trust you? "  

" wait. did you hear that? "  

" promise me? "  

" why are you talking like we'll never see each other again? "  

" do you remember anything at all? "  

" what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? "  

" you wanna know what your problem is? "  

" may i have this dance? "  

" can i ask... what happened? "  

" how many people have you killed? how many? "  ➵ Geto

" do you ever hear yourself? "  

" would you run away with me? "  

" could you be happy here with me? "  

" you can't or you won't? "  

" you slept with them, didn't you? "  

" well, how do i look? "  

" after all you've done how can i possibly trust you? "  

" why can't you let me in? what are you so afraid of? "  

" what did they do to you? "  

" so why's it so important anyway? "  

" where have you been? "  

" why are you looking at me like that? "  

" why did you come? "  

" what are you doing out here by yourself? "  

" is... that my shirt you're wearing? "  ➵ Megumi

" you... don't like me very much, do you? "  

" why does it always have to be a fight with you? "

" why can't you look me in the eye? "  

" can you forgive me? "  

" what if i never see you again? "  

" you were going to leave without saying goodbye? "  

" how about a little midnight snack? "  ➵ Gojo

" are you... smelling me? "  

" how did you get this scar? " ➵ Utahime

" what do you want in exchange for it? "  

" what did you want to tell me? "

#JJK #JJK masterlist #naku no masterlists #masterlist #prompts #drabbles #reader insert #jjk reader insert #jjk imagine #jjk x reader

[gritsandbrits]

Insert dull witty remark here

#OC #self insert #picrew #it didnt have my exact shade but eh

[songfell-ut]

Aiming for one per month this year. Still January whooooooo toodles

#songfell #insert witty remark here #and also here if you have another one

[dewdropreader]

So I’ve been tagged by the lovely @insert-witty-user-name-here for this WIP game! Thank you as always for thinking of me for these, they’re always lots of fun!

Rules: Pick five fragments from your unfinished WIPs and then tag five people to keep it going. Let’s have fun with it and help each other shape those fragments into published fics!

I only actually have four to pick from that actually have full enough sections written! I have plenty others with outlines and ideas but these four have enough to actually pull snippets from lol. Hope you enjoy! Let me know your thoughts on any and all of them!

This first one is from a WIP that probably won’t be a WIP much longer. I’m going to do one more quick edit and then post either tonight if I’m not too exhausted, or tomorrow sometime! It’s one that’s been wallowing in a 2/3 finished state for a while, despite me loving the premise, something wasn’t clicking but I think I got it to where I want! Still toying with a bit of the flow but I’m enjoying it so far! So hopefully if you enjoy this snippet you’ll get to read the whole thing soon if you’re interested!

“Nah. You’re incredibly clever, Loki. Brilliant, even— that’s one of my favorite things about you. But I’ve been at this a long time, I’m pretty clever where it counts too.”

Loki is looking at Mobius with a sort of raw bewilderment. Loki has never met someone like him before, neither afraid of him nor purely reverent despite the kind (and seemingly genuine) compliments, nor overly cruel to him. Mobius is teetering on some line between omnipotence and overwhelming averageness, and yet he is remarkable regardless. Mobius had managed to read him and crack open every shell Loki has built around himself. He could blame that on the horrifying enormity of the TVA but he thinks without Mobius' mix of aggressive hounding and gentle curiosity he would have never admitted those fragile ideas that he’s kept hidden for so long, would have never allowed anyone else to know that he doesn’t enjoy hurting people and that deep down he feels like an exposed, horrified child with no one to reach for, the picture of weakness.

So, he hasn’t figured out where he stands with Mobius yet. He isn’t a friend, really, but yet he is also a force of relative calm and amiability in the face of Loki’s world imploding.

Loki stifles a cough and looks away. “Right,” he returns his gaze to Mobius’, forcing a look of attempted calm. “I’m sure we’ll see.”

Loki would usually feel much more threatening when saying something so bold, but he’s so worn down and exhausted he isn’t even surprised that Mobius doesn’t step back or furrow his brows in concern.

Instead, Mobius just claps his hands with a sort of finality. He doesn’t comment on the way Loki flinches slightly at the sound, but he drops his hands fairly quickly. “So, can I get you anything before bed?”

Loki sighs with only a hint of petulance. “Well, you can’t get me out of here, so I don’t believe so.”

-

Not too too much of it is written (a lot is outlined but less actually fully written) but here is a snippet from the beginning of chapter 6 of With You Through the Storms (Aka the cat fic!)

Now that Loki and Mobius are back together, it’s somehow like not much has changed even if in some ways everything has.

They fall back into a version of their routine as if Loki was never gone. Mobius’ body has to adjust to suddenly having the desire to get out of bed again and not needing to sleep as soon as he gets home, and Mobius has to stamp down the misplaced shame as he realizes how many brisk afternoons he missed and how much he’s let his life go into disarray. He slowly picks up the pieces, doing laundry that has gone undone for weeks and doing dishes and cleaning the floors. Loki helps him without any disparaging words, and Mobius is forever grateful.

The main difference now is that they are touching and looking at each other even more than before. They were always very tactile, and sent smitten looks across the room fairly often, but now it feels like a weird sort of honeymoon phase, neither one wanting to risk losing the other again. Mobius has even caught himself bumping into things because his gaze lingers too long on Loki when moving around the house. He knows there’s something perhaps a bit codependent about it all, and doesn’t expect such intensity to last forever, but for now, in this wildly exciting yet tumultuous time, he is willing to ignore it. He just wants to make sure everything is good again, that neither of them falls into the self loathing traps that separated them in the first place.

-

This is from a super brief section of something I started to write for flufftober before realizing I had no time to properly do flufftober lol. I started a Lokius piece where I wanted to do snippets focusing on the five love languages and how they happen with their relationship, and the only part I wrote was for words of affirmation. I do actually hope to finish this one just as it’s own thing, but I’m not sure when that will happen! Tbh I sort of forgot about it until I went searching through my WIPs for this, I’m not sure why though because the parts I did write I rather enjoyed.

The second time he notices, Loki is somehow caught off guard despite retrospect saying that it probably happened more than he’d even noticed. And the fact that he hasn’t been noticing, that he isn’t his usually shrewd and careful self… Well, that’s a bit concerning.

Mobius glances up from his paperwork as Loki plops down in the seat across from him.

“You look very handsome today, Loki,” Mobius smiles softly.

Loki’s lips press together as he lets his brain catch up. Is Mobius just being friendly to get him to do something? Or, is there a small chance Mobius noticed the extra attention Loki paid to his hair this morning? He’s been doing his best to work with what he does have—his hair, face, and drab outfit— trying to make himself feel… well, like himself. Without his usual clothing or magic to change his looks at will, he’s had to get creative, and that has especially meant toying with his hair and experimenting with Mobius’ strange hair products that smell like various spices.

Mobius hasn’t lingered on Loki, isn’t watching him for a tell like he is trying to get a specific reaction. He just gave the compliment and has moved on.

—

This last one is from an attempt at one of the Loki Bingo prompts, “disorientation”, I had two ideas and wrote this one, but I’m not sure what happened, I just was not feeling it. Something about it felt weirdly either detached or OOC or both, like it works and reading it I’m not affronted by it but I just was not into it enough to finish editing and posting it. Maybe I still will do something with it, we’ll see, but here is a snippet regardless!

Mobius is up and moving towards him in an instant. Classic is awake, on duty, and notices the commotion, but just looks at Loki with a quiet look of pity and understanding.

Mobius settles down at Loki’s side, a hand falling naturally to the small of his back, muscle memory from guiding him through TVA halls. Loki is shuddering slightly, his muscles quivering with pent up nerves, like a rubber band about to snap.

Loki is staring past Mobius, out into the field of the void, into the nothingness. His lips are parting and closing, soft noises escaping, unintelligible at first.

“Loki?”

Loki doesn’t respond, but his murmuring gets ever so slightly louder, enough for Mobius to make it out.

“Mobius. Mobius, no, please. Please, no, don’t kill him. He’s good. He’s good, don’t kill him. Kill me, prune me, not him. Not him.”

Mobius’ heart aches, his stomach twisting into knots. Loki must have had a nightmare, something so terribly vivid that he hasn’t come back to reality yet. He’s been through so much, especially recently, Mobius knows it’s probably all too overwhelming. His brain is probably at its breaking point, full to the brim of fears old and new, trying to make sense of everything, and now he’s short circuiting from the wash of panic of a nightmare.

“Loki, hey,” Mobius tries. “Loki, look at me. It’s Mobius, I’m here, I’m alive. We’re both alive.”

As for people to tag, I think everyone I would tag has already been tagged 😂 but I’ll tag y’all again, but no rush on this of course! Just tagging some of those who I love the work of even if you’ve already been tagged!

@starport-seven-five @mirilyawrites @lgwilt @blackbirdofasgard @cha-melodius

#fic tag #fic game #fanfiction #WIP #wip tag #fanfic WIP #lokius

[vamplanaut]

Weird asks #26 [insert playfully rude remark or name here]

[insert witty comeback here]

26. a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

y’know despite the crippling anxiety disorder and cringe childhood i don’t... actually have many of these? there was the time my best friend’s cousin asked for my number after we’d been hanging out all night and i said “no <3″ and just left LMAO

#ask game #thehouseofgrey #hiii my loves <3 #this memory is more funny that mortifying but i hope u enjoy

[neonun-au]

back again with more:

13, 18 (yes, again; feel free to rant about as many books as you like), 26, 32, 51, 77, 94, 104

- livvie

here we go ~

13: your favorite romance novel

i said earlier as well that i dont really read much romance generally as a genre, it doesn't do too much for me. tend to gravitate more towards books where its either a b plot or its sort of doomed to tragedy fhdskja north and south by elizabeth gaskell remains a top favourite romance, but silk by alessandro baricco is also up there ! its short and very, very lovely to read. not really tragic, and i wouldnt even really call it a romance but there is so much love in it and it is so beautifully written.

18: your least favorite book ever

okay here is another one, and it encompasses a lot of issues i have with science fiction written by the "good old boys" and lauded as masterpieces of the genres when really there is no substance to them beyond surface level, and that is stranger in a strange land by robert a. heinlein.

the worst part about this book, genuinely, is how good it could have been if heinlein didn't absolutely hate women lmao. the initial plot and the early premise of the book is so interesting, and i love a good speculative science fiction novel so i had high hopes going in, but oh my god does it ever turn on a dime about halfway through.

it was written in the 60s, so the style of sci fi is dated but that's fine. the sort of 'moon fever' of the time very much carries through and alongside that comes the undercurrents of the red scare, of course, because you absolutely cannot divide an author or their work from their influences. so that is not super fun to read, but its fine. we can get over that. in the beginning there are some philosophical ramblings, and i can very much enjoy those when they make sense with the characters and the plot and everything. and in this book they did, for about the first 2/3 of it, and then it just becomes a platform for heinlein's self-insert character essentially to preach and prosteletize about his beliefs a lot of which are incredibly sexist and misogynistic. this is not even like a...light misogyny of the times sort of thing, because i am good at divorcing those things in my brain. i can handle light subtext and generational differences in thinking.

its not that. its absolutely blatant, awful misogyny dressed up as some sort of enlightenment and i just...its just awful to read. genuinely. and there is something much more bitter about it being such an abrupt shift and immediate downfall after a fairly promising first half of a novel. so much of anything that could be good about it is just too bogged down by sexism, xenophobia, racism, and the overall awful perspectives/opinions of the author to be in any way enjoyable and it is just so unbelievably not worth a read.

(this is much less of a petty rant and again it has been a while since i read it but...here we are lol i really truly just hated it)

ill give you a little peak into why i hated the fault in our stars, too. just for some fun nitpicking. i hate the characters. they read as very try hard witty; an older man's charicature of what a "smart, unique teen" sounds like. it's incredibly pandering and the writing is bland at best. i do not enjoy john green as an author or a content creator and, while i understand why people do and why he is popular, he is never going to be for me.

26: your favourite memoir

ah, this one is going to be difficult. i feel like i have to go with the glass castle by jeannette walls because it is truly just so remarkable, both as a book and as a story. i would also put brain on fire: my month of madness by susannah cahalan because its just so absolutely wild and entrancing.

32: your favourite nonfiction novel

the one that i think about the most, consistently, after reading it almost two years ago is the teachings of don juan: a yaqui way of knowledge by carlos castaneda. the legitimacy of the book has been under question for many, many years, but regardless of if it is fact or fiction in the end, there is a lot of insight to be gleaned from it. another one i have incredibly fond feelings towards is quiet: the power of introverts in a world that can't stop talking by susan cain.

51: a book that you found underwhelming

the girls by emma cline. cults, 1960s. it had a lot of promise but it just sort of fell...flat.

77: a book so useless that you could use it as a coaster

ooo mean i love it lol. strength in stillness: the power of transcendental meditation by bob roth. its a 200+ page brochure for a company that charges you $2000+ to "learn" how to meditate. its absolutely a waste of time, it only got on new york times bestseller list because its backed by celebrities who have paid this sum to "learn" how to meditate. its a sales pitch. absolutely useless.

94: a book about grieving

norwegian wood by haruki murakami. its difficult in the same way that it is fantastic

104: a fluffy, sweet read

ummmmmm fdjksahfdsakj lemme see if i can dig anything up, this usually is not my vibe for books HAHA (barely even for fics tbh fjdsak)

its not really like...a fluffy, sweet book per se, but love letters of great men by ursula doyle is a very fun read. just a collection of love letters sent by a smattering of different famous men throughout history. sometimes hilarious, sometimes a little cringey, sometimes exceptionally sweet. but always short and light and easy to read.

#haha thaaaanks livvie ! #sorry it took me a bit to get to this i was watching something with my roommate hdsjkad #greenlivvie #replies #ask game

[nuclearspring]

“arcaaaaaaade.” and that is the exact sound of a certain medic being bored. they fling open the flaps of the tent and drop themselves in the free chair next to his desk, all with a certain amount of drama. in reality, ellison has been alone with her thoughts for longer than five minutes, which now makes it his problem. they lean over to sit their elbows on the desk and puts her face in her hands. after seconds of no acknowledgment, “i’m sure whatever you’re doing isn’t that important that you can’t spare me a witty remark.”

no witty remarks are immediately forthcoming. arcade holds out for a brief spell, but ellison has something of a loud presence, figuratively and literally, and sometimes it takes more energy to ignore people than it does to simply cede territory.

arcade shuts the tome he's been poring over. another man might shut it with more force than necessary, in the interest of making their feelings on interruptions known, but arcade is arcade. he shuts the book gently, tiredly. "insert witty remark here," he deadpans. shifts in his seat so that he's angled toward ellison and offers her a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "maybe we should find something for you to do."

#wastedlands #ARCADE. IC. #arcade vc i solve practical problems

[eolewyn1010]

Dragging Frankenstein - Chapter 23

The one where Victor loses all attachments to his conscience and awareness that other people in fact exist, and also gets really blatant about his religious delusions. And yell about it I shall.

Victor is describing the pretty surroundings again, and I know that’s par for the course, but… he and Elizabeth are on honeymoon now, and he’s looking at the landscape and the weather? Romantic. He’s so not into the idea of having sex with her. DAS GAY: 43

And another right away, because when Victor becomes agitated with nightfall, Elizabeth outright asks him what he fears. There we have the bit of Victor’s issues with his sexuality, his fright being intrinsically tied to his wedding night, and it adds up with his evident disinterest in the wedding preparations and ceremony. DAS GAY: 44

When Elizabeth screams in the bedroom, Victor finally comes to the conclusion that, hey, maybe he wasn’t the one at risk here! IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 34

Too late, obviously; poor girl is dead. Reunite with Justine and leave the asshole behind you. Victor goes into self-pity, telling us how everyone else’s horror of a young bride being murdered at the inn is just “a mockery” of his feelings. Yeah, man. You’re so deep. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 35

For him being a suck-ass fiancé and husband, he sure is a loving widower. Insert here witty comment about Victor being more physically in touch with Elizabeth’s corpse than he ever was with her in life, and how his Oedipal side shines through when that scene of him clutching her corpse mirrors the dream about embracing the corpse of his mother.

“Elizabeth whom I had loved and cherished” – excuse me? When have you ever cherished her? Not for the last seven years, for sure.

I raised my eyebrow at the Creature just smirking in through the window while Victor was waxing poetic about Elizabeth’s corpse. I mean, he sure doesn’t have to fear being shot by Victor, but prancing around in daylight, when there are people around?

While Victor is a bit of a fainting damsel about it all, take note that he’s handling Elizabeth’s death remarkably better than Henry’s. There’s no two-months angst coma. Huh. *side-eyes the Gay count*

The bit about rowing is just… stupid. “I had always experienced relief from mental torment in bodily exercise [as we know from his wandering the mountainside]”, and he makes a big deal out of how he himself grabs for an oar because, wooooooow, he lowers himself to actually contribute to his own means of transport! I SO PRIVILEGED: 17

Except he doesn’t, because he tosses it away after a minute because he gets bored or distracted or whatever. Twit.

“No creature had ever been so miserable as I was” – IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 36

How nice would it have been if, at least NOW, Victor finally learned that other people’s deaths are not there only for his tragedy. He doesn’t know the book has his name, for fuck’s sake!

“I arrived at Geneva. My father and Ernest yet lived […]” – Ernest? Oh, yeah, him. Good man.

Frankenstein sr. just kinda crumples and dies at the news, and wrings just another count out of me with Elizabeth being named his “more than daughter”, as she was called Victor’s “more than sister”, and we all know what that meant. INCEST VIBES: 20

Underlined by mentioning how he “doted on” her, which is the exact same choice of words formerly used to describe his relationship with his wife. Ew. I’m so done with this family. Why did he send precious Elizabeth off with Victor in the first place? He knew his son wasn’t good news for anyone.

Ernest apparently does the reasonable thing and has Victor locked away for a while to sit out another nervous breakdown. At least he didn’t wax on about it as extensively as the last time.

Victor foams at the mouth thinking of “the monster whom I had created, the miserable demon whom I had sent abroad into the world for my destruction”, but still fails to point out his own responsibility. THAT GUY WOULDN’T EXIST WITHOUT YOU; YOU JUST SAID SO YOURSELF!

Also, “that I might have him within my grasp to wreak […] revenge on his cursed head.” Heh, forgotten about the super-strength again? DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR: 18

This is The Last of Us, Victor, not The Walking Dead. This one can run, and knock you the fuck out.

But at least he’s proactive about his wish for vengeance, setting out to slay his unnatural offspring. I’m just the tiniest bit outraged that he tells his story to the local magistrate to ask for help, and is instantly believed. *takes brick and starts hitting Victor over the head* YOU COULDN’T BE ARSED TO RISK YOUR CREDIBILITY AND REPUTATION TO SAVE JUSTINE, BUT NOW IT’S JUST SO EASY TO TELL EVERYTHING, AND THERE’S NOT A SINGLE ACCUSATION OF YOU BEING CRAZY! FUCK YOU, IN THE NAME OF JUSTINE!!

And then he gets outraged when the magistrate isn’t really so eager to fight an Übermensch. “My revenge is of no moment to you […] You refuse my just demand,” yeah, alright, get over the hissy fit. Some people wanna stay alive, y’know? IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 37

There’s one sentence I wanna look at in detail before I wrap this up. “[T]here was a frenzy in my manner and something, I doubt not, of that haughty fierceness which the martyrs of old are said to have possessed.”

WHAT.

I’m not a religious person, and I cannot believe the sheer hubris he’s throwing around here. Comparing yourself to a Christian martyr??? DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR: 19

Well, first of all, no. You of all people have no right to call someone haughty who died for their convictions.

Second, martyrs died by themselves, you absolute twat. Demanding others die for your frenzy and cause is not the manner of a martyr, it’s that of a cult leader. Fuck you.

Third, you do realize that martyrs were martyred because of what they said and believed, right? For opinions. Setting a murderous creature out into the world is not a belief. Demanding people put their life on the line for your need of a vicious revenge is not an opinion. The word martyr means witness. You are not a witness, Victor, you are the cause of everything that went wrong here.

Fourth, has he really deluded himself into thinking that what is ultimately only correcting his own wrong is tantamount to the nobility that is usually ascribed to a martyr’s cause?

Fifth. Victor is alive, and what will kill him is his quest for vengeance, not the scourge on the land. William, Justine, Henry, and Elizabeth are dead, and blameless. If anyone here is a martyr, it’s them.

GAWD, but I hate this guy.

He reinforces my point by talking of his “ideas of devotion and heroism” (not going into this again), and then I cracked up when he, Victor fucking Frankenstein, yells at the magistrate: “How ignorant art thou in thy pride of wisdom!”

The hypocrisy, my dear.

And then it’s off to merry murdering. Woo, finale!

Oof. I'm very sure that Mary Shelley wrote him that way on purpose; she wanted Victor to be that self-centered, unloving jerk incapable of reflection and taking responsibility - and she wrote him well. But that doesn't mean he's not an exhausting protagonist to read. The Delusions Of Grandeur count is really the worst; I don't deal well with arrogance, and Victor has zero awareness of how self-aggrandizing his religious comparisons are. Doesn't paint a too flattering image of Percy Shelley.

#Frankenstein #personal opinions #disclaimer: this is just for shits and giggles

[fierytakeferdinand]

Twitter was even worse for society than Facebook

The Medium restricts the message.

You cannot have an audio-visual blockbuster spectacle in a book, and you cannot have the thrill of an online game in a movie.

Likewise, you cannot have an intelligent discussion on Twitter.

The character limit forces summarizing, and summarizing means simplifying, and while that is a good thing and brevity is the soul of wit and all, it’s not the soul of intelligence nor being correct. In fact I would argue that being any degree of correct requires verbosity, it requires detail, knowledge builds upon knowledge and referencing past knowledge as assumptions is an important detail to include in any thought-out thought to avoid unintelligent refutations that arise from the refuter’s own ignorance.

Is it any surprise then that public discourse is such a cesspit when we chose to prioritize wit over intelligence? Is it any surprise that the website which is a perfect fit for short, simple, emotional, controversial, scathing remarks that elicit equally simplistic, emotional, limited-by-design responses in people contains exactly that?

This “town square” — as Musk calls it — is a popularity contest, just like a real town square indeed, and wit wins every time, but we all lose.

It is effectively a formalization of the same kind of circlejerky model of communication that is emerged on sites like 4chan with it’s fast-moving temporary nature of content generation. It’s what you get when everything boils down to memes. And memes are fine, fun, even, but memes should not comprise public discourse.

Verbosity alone does not comprise intelligence, but it is part of what makes an intelligent point. This in itself is a simplification of course, it depends on context too, you can make a brief intelligent point when prior knowledge is assumed, such as at an expert conference targeted at a field where people are likely to already know the basic assumptions, but same cannot be said for public discourse, and that’s the context I am referring to here.

The other key ingredient in why Twitter sucks in particular is the audience. Why does it matter if people say dumb shit online? People have done so since the beginning of the internet, witty, memetic remarks are the backbone of internet communications. It matters for one reason: the audience.

I’d like to arbitrarily and broadly divide the internet into two groups: Real Life and Online.

Real Life internet is primarily concerned with IRL matters, this is your local pizzeria or amazon or ebay.

Online internet is primarily concerned with online matters, this is your [insert game here] forum, niche tech interest stuff and simple hangout spaces like imageboards.

When it comes to social media, I would say that the majority of sites like Reddit, Tumblr and most imageboards fall into the latter category. They are sites with their own culture, their own in-jokes, things that exist only on the internet and have only ever existed on the internet.

“The Thomas Jefferson Miku Binder image” or “SHYGDDT” don’t mean much to the average person in real life, nor should they. Things like The TSUKI Project or the VRC ERP/FBT communities — as far as the exposure to average everyday people goes — should remain in the form of Vice articles where people read about the latest wacky strange thing the “weird” people are doing.

Whereas sites like Facebook and Twitter are used by The Masses™: you can complain to customer support for your local store on twitter, you can find your local real-life communities and services via Facebook. Hell, nowadays you can buy physical IRL stuff right on Instagram. Likewise celebrities and politicians also use these sites to promote and earn very real money and power in real life.

I think we can agree that discussions regarding real life matters then, things that impact people’s physical existence should probably have a tad more nuance than online shit-flinging contests about the deeper meaning of some episode of Star Trek or gushing in image macros about Skyrim’s batshit lore.

When in fact the opposite had happened. People who are not “internet people” but people primarily concerned with IRL matters were coerced into dumbing down the average level of discourse into memetic content, repeatable simplistic catchy witty bite-size chunks of thoughts that can easily be made to mean anything and adopted by communities foreign to the original by the very platforms they post on, namely one platform — Twitter.

Facebook is vile too of course, and all platforms amplify even the worst of takes to a global audience, but it’s really Twitter that put the power of the image macro in the hands of your local klandma.

Those people talk, and thus also to an extent think of real life like online people used to do with random nerdy discussions, and considering how toxic that can get — when combined with the fact that Twitter is also primarily about IRL stuff — Twitter is the most toxic website on the planet.

Stumbling upon gore as a kid is absolutely nothing — and I mean nothing — compared to the sanity hit of reading the vile insane shit of an average boomer on Twitter present in minority hate groups that don’t even exist yet and knowing that those people mean it and are going outside and voting based on those beliefs, beliefs crafted by memes in 240 characters or less.

Were Twitter just another content-sharing site for bite-sized miniblogs about what you ate this morning it would not be an issue, but clearly, this is not what it has become, and I’m not sure whether Dorsey or anyone at Twitter is to blame per se, but it’s a shitty situation is all I can say.

On the other hand, Reddit is like the alternate universe good version of Twitter — at least in some subreddits — where verbosity and being thorough is not only allowed, but even encouraged through culture of effortposts and the site’s own features of embedding links within text.

Perhaps it speaks to flaws within the human mind itself that made Twitter be the bigger site.

The best thing we can do to our corporate owned town squares of today is to destroy them all and perhaps rethink the whole idea of public discourse with real consequences before we turbo-charge it with technology.

Give the internet back to furries with magically infinite disposable income and content creators that earned nothing, and blatantly ripped each other off for the sake of cool, I say.

There is also an argument to be made for stewardship of the internet, but that’s for another time.

EDIT: Wanted to clarify that I don’t think Twitter invented shitty discourse, a point I briefly touched on in my “just like a real town square” remark but it’s worth discussing because it is in my belief one of the key web sites that undermined the internet’s potential to improve discourse.

#politics