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jinkiezzsstuff · 18 days

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TYSM FOR THE LADY GAGA FIC!!!!

I have another song fic request...

Alastor (or anyone else really lmao) has to find reader in order to patch up like a deal or smth idk and he finds them in this jazz club thing performing on the stage to 'Noel's lament' from 'ride the cyclone'? Like she's draped across a piano singing abt when she was living she was nobody but in her dreams she was this absolute femme fatale and alastor just watches her from the back of the crowd??

So niche but I was thinking abt it all night

Lots of love 🤍

i actually loveeee this song eeeee i’m so happy to do this, and i am so glad you liked the last one it means so much to me teehee sorry this took awhile i’ve been busier lately but i hope you enjoyed this, maybe i’ll do a part two but if i do it may be real delayed until i clear my plate lol!

song referenced; noel’s lament

warnings: implied to be succubus reader but their not really to standards of succubus, i don’t believe there are feminine pronouns here but there are certain feminine things (dress wearing, feminine terms like suductresd etc), no psychical descriptions of reader as per usual, minor gore and death, reader is sneaky and slipper, alastor is weird about love as he should king, but he still feels emotion, possible cringe parts idk it’s a songfic and sometimes they can be 50/50. LMK if i missed any!

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You had a debt to pay, you had to have known this. Alastors mind reeled as he toyed with the pen in his hand, occasionally scribbling nonsense down as he thought. You were always quite the slippery sinner, never being tied down to one place in the pentagram, but this was just ridiculous. Since he’d been back, and warmed up to the hotel, he’d been searching for you, but no sign. No demon has said a word about you either had he still been in touch with Vox he may have had you found by now.

You weren’t dead, and that’s as much as he knew; he would’ve felt your souls absence if you’d died, the fickle fun of making such contracts. There was little he knew about you personally, he new superficial things but nothing that would give him a clue on where you’d hide, a silly mistake on his part. He knew Mimzy would be were the cash or party was, Husk wherever there was a gamble and Nifty, well, normally she never strayed far anyways. As for other souls they were about the same in simplicity, whether they were murderous or cannibals they always had something keen to them that would lead him to where they were.

Alastor failed that with you, unfortunately he’d found himself a little at loss with you, in more ways than one you boggled his mind. He was used to women and men alike hitting on him or being incredibly provocative, but there was some way you did it that made him speechless. Not like when Angel would hit on him, where Alastor felt that sensation of being caught off guard with disgust and shock. No, on the night you made the deal, you were stalking around the back of his sofa inside his radio tower, your hands caressing his shoulders as you passed, sweetly and mischievously offering a pleasurable favour in return for his help. That was something else, that was unique to you.

He still recalls the memory as if he was still right there on the couch, engulfed in your scent, entranced by your siren-like voice, it made him hot under the collar and tight around the waist. Thankfully Alastor was a gentleman and a businessman and there was no way you were getting out of a soul contract through some silly sexual favours. It was definitely trying to keep his composure as your lidded eyes watched his lips move, but he managed as he always does. The deal was fairly boring on your part- you wanted to be his friend.

Red flags appeared in Alastors mind about the validity of that but shook on it nonetheless, however that was all before he disappeared. He’d not held up his end of the bargain but then again neither did you; you didn’t show when he called on you to the hotel and try as he may, couldn’t seem to summon you the way he could with Husk.

Dropping the pen, Alastor stood from his seat and shadowed into the floor, stalking out the window like a snake. Alastor decided a little stroll couldn’t hurt, after all his mind couldn’t rest and perhaps he could happen upon you out in sin city. Alastor enjoyed his time walking, humming and basking in all the horrors that happened around, however he grew bored fairly quickly, and decided to take a detour into Mimzy’s favourite joint.

Alastor walked in like he owned the place and seated himself at the bar waiting for his dear friend. “Mimzy dear, how’ve you been?” Alastor spoke out excitedly and loudly, catching the attention of his fellow demon who had appeared from the back of the bar. Mimzy squeaked and ran up to Alastor on the other side of the bar, shooing off the other demons trying to pull at her, the trim of her dress flying in all directions as she hopped and scuttled. “Alastor! What brings ya here, big man? Coming for a dance?” His smile was indifferent as she spoke but he was quite pleased to see the doll, someone of routine. He watched the demon plop herself down on the seat beside him, his hand fiddling with the whisky in his cup that he magicked up. “Yes dear, afraid I have quite the slippery soul in my hands.”

With both elbows on the table Mimzy leaned in, an excited smile on her face. Alastors head fell to the side, sighing at her desire for gossip, Alastor pushed up his monocle and explained the situation with you briefly. He probably went into too many details about how you looked, or smelt, or perhaps how he thought of you in his absence because the whole time Mimzy was coy and giggles. “Wow Al, sounds like you’re carryin’ a torch for this gal’,” Mimzy teased, walking her fingers across the table in his direction. Alastor stiffened at that watching her do her silly tease wide eyed. What a juvenile thing to assume, that he had feelings for some sinner. “Mimzy, don't be ridiculous!” Alastor scoffed grin still present as he threw his limp hand her way, head tossed back. “There’s no such thing! Besides she’s nothing more than some sensuous succubus, it’s what those types of demons do. Seduce.”

Crossing her arms Mimzy let out a flat ‘mhm’ clearly not convinced by what was being said. “Well Al, tell ya what! You have my back next time some nasty loan sharks come, and i’ll tell ya where your pretty seductress is.” Alastors nails tapped against the table rhythmically as he silently pondered, it’s not like he’d say no to her, just as she wouldn’t say no to him. Fixing his posture from his more lesuride position, he agreed with a nod, gulping back the last of his liquor.

This club Alastor stepped into was very reminiscent of a wealthy man’s speakeasy, something that was nestled safely in the depth of the pentagram in an unassuming alley, as if it were hiding from something or someone. It was nostalgic for him, in a sickening way, Alastor didn’t enjoy remembering mortal life as it seemed so detached from him and who he is now. His red eyes danced across the room manically, his static following in suit with every glance he gave. Searching for his little succubus. Low amber lighting, that stuffy smell of smoke in the air, the velvet chairs, surrounding chatter and the piano playing smooth jazz; Alastors body subconsciously relaxed into the familiar environment, as much as he hated his mortal life there were such aspects like this he missed.

He dragged himself inside and sat in a red velvet chair, immediately he slumped onto the table, his elbows on the table, his chin rested on his hand while the other toyed with the fire from the candle, bringing it up, around, and high and low. His eyes dragged over to the stage as the piano rifted into a new tune, the lights in the room dimming and brightening toward the stage. Inwardly, Alastors frustrations imploded making his skin hot and his antlers grow in size; all the light to see you with now focused on the stage for a performance he couldn’t care less about.

Standing to his feet, Alastor gripped his microphone like it was his life line. With a strained smile he began towards the door as the music began, and a voice started introducing themselves and talking about their dreams, however he was too busy being frustrated, and scanning the room for you to fully pay attention to the voice. That was until- “A hooker with a heart of black charcoal.” A breathy voice finally sang out, grabbing the attention of Alastor as he neared the exit. Freezing the static sounds of radio station channels sounded out from him, his eyes widening at the sound of you.

Turning abruptly on his heel, he looked over the crowd of seated heads and at the stage where you were walking on. There was a light focused down on you as you slunk out from behind a curtain furthest from the piano. Straightening his back, Alastor slipped into the shadows and behind a pillar near the bar, just to wait for you of course, to come off. “I write poems to burn by fire light, drink champagne and guzzle gin, good girls call me ‘The Town Bicycle’- don't knock it til you’ve tried my life of sin,” Alastor watched enchanted as you dragged your heels across the stage as you sung, making your way over the piano with seductive grace, something Alastor wasn’t used to being so hooked by.

“Oh, Claude, my pimp knows neva mess with me,” Your voice, once serene and beautiful now, was demonic and harsh, capturing the audience's attention. “Last prick did that faded quick to black,” Like a switch your voice returned to its sweetness, your arms outstretched just slightly, fingers twinkling to emphasise the ‘fade’ you sang of. Alastor couldn’t look away from how you manuerved your body, how your voice carried through the room, and how the lights sparkled against your jewellery. You were a sight for sore eyes as you teasingly brought yourself closer to the piano, that regular soft bedroom look in your eyes. “I have no idea where to find him officers,”

Alastors brow quirked at that, as your hands came up to cup your face with false naïveté. “But if you do, please mention that I’d like to have returned that pretty knife, that I stuck, ten. times. in his, back!” You grit out, sweet façade falling once more making Alastors tail wag, unbeknownst to him. There was something about the way you pulled and pushed the narrative in the song that made him antsy, excited even, and the fact that this was something you stated you dreamed to be, meaning whilst alive you dreamt of killing, of being bad, oh that made Alastors blood rush.. You waltzed around as you continued to sing the lyrics to the chores, Alastors eyes watched closely as you slithered your body effortlessly up onto the piano.

It was like you were made for performing, singing, and he had the brief fantasy of you in his studio singing on air, sat on his lap as you sung through his microphone for the folks of hell to hear, but he pulled himself out of it quickly, scolding himself for indulging in silliness. Now your body was draped across the obsidian piano that shone the reflections of the light, you sat on your hips, legs folded behind you, hands over your heart. “He said ‘I think I am in love with you’- I’ve heard that lie a million times before,” Your posture fell slightly as did your tone, it seemed that there was some truth and sombre in the lyrics you sang, and in a way Alastor felt like he could relate to that; after all what even was love?

It made him feel weak to pity you, to attempt to empathise with your pain, but there was barely any time to think about his thoughts because just as he did, you’d recapture his attention entirely. “Oh, tonight I give into the fantasy,” Your head fell back, sorrow in your tone as your hand caressed your shoulder, pulling down the strap of your dress. “Take love when you can, when you’re a whore.” After a silent moment the chorus picked up, as did you, sliding yourself off the piano and dancing around with a smile. Unfortunately Alastors mind lagged behind, something was just too vulnerable in the way you sang about love, and considering it wasn’t something he often thought about, it peaked his curiosity just slightly.

It wasn’t until the end of the performance when you sung about your death that Alastors attention zeroed back in on you, his eyes catching yours as the song fell out, your head turned in his direction. He watched as your eyes widened and mouth fell slightly ajar before you sang out one last word: a ‘hey’ coincidentally directed toward Alastor. After that the lights on stage shut off instantly, and the crowd applause began.

Alastor watched you be dragged off stage by two larger demons through the darkness, your legs flailing as your arms were restrained, at the sight the purpose of him being here returned. Pushing himself off the pillar he was leant against, he brushed himself off and straightened the crimps in his pants, before picking up his microphone and making his way towards where you’d been dragged. It was a cruddy little backstage area, he’s under the assumption the performers here weren’t treated as kindly as the guests. Throwing the door open he was greeted by the sight of you, the two demons who dragged you off, and some other third one.

You sat on an ottoman in the middle of the room, your entire essence changed as you curled into yourself, your head hung low. Humming, Alastor adjusted his monocle. “Am I interrupting something?” Oh how Alastor loved to play dumb, he watched the third demon, seemingly imp, stand straight anger evident and radiating off of him. “Yeah you really fuckin are red, get outta here now.” The imp barked throwing his hands up in a shooing motion. Your eyes met Alastors, begging silently to stay. “I’m afraid i can’t do that you silly lug,” Alastor tutted joyfully stepping into the room throwing his microphone around like it was a toy. His shadows crawled out from beneath his feet, sneaking up the walls and across the ceilings making the three men anxious. “This little canary happens to me mine, soul and all.” His voice shifted to a more demonic one as the hues in the room shifted.

You sat speechless, watching the mysterious deer defend you after seven long years of being on hold with him. You were surprised he came at such a time, convenient for you. The two muscle demons were quick to puff their chests and step toward Alastor, but before they could properly swing, tentacles emerged from the shadows gripping the torso and hips of the men and pulling them in two. The screams were horrific, and the sounds of squelch and ripping nearly made you yourself sick, however it did the job for the littler imp as he immediately caved. “Oh okay okay, alright buddy, take the siren, no problem take em! Go!” The imp stressed while pulling you from your seat and toward Alastor hurriedly.

You stumbled against his pushing and found yourself falling accidentally into Alastors arms, tripping over your own heel. Alastor caught you without even looking down, arms wrapping instinctively around you as he glared at the imp with a smile. “Oh good, I would have hated to have caused a scene! Ha ha.” Alastor laughed humorously, although he was the only one finding any joy from this as the imp cowered away from the two of you. Pulling you closer to his body, Alastor fell into the ground with you, your body feeling freezing and damp for a moment before normalcy returned.

You didn’t realise you had your hands over your eyes until you felt Alastors hands grip your wrists, and pull your hands away. You blinked up at him before glancing around the room, it was indeed a room, one you’d never seen. “We're at the Hazbin Hotel dear, time for you to see to your deal.” Alastor said calmly, his tone even and his voice soft, his even his static was at a minimum. “Of course,” You say clearing your throat and backing up from his grasp. He didn’t fight against your distance, letting his arms fall and wrap behind his back as they normally would. “Why did you help me back there? I mean you could’ve just poofed us away?” You ask, rubbing the places on your arms where the demons dragged you.

“Why, thats what friends are for my dear! That was our deal, no? To scare off the threats and protect each other?” Alastor coyly hummed, bending slightly at the waist. Looking down slightly you nodded, hands coming up to sit on your waist. Sighing you shook your head, you should’ve known that this would come back to bite you in the ass eventually. “Alright slick, what is it that i’m doing for you?”

#alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oneshots #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #alastor imagine #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor x reader fluff #alastor x you #hazbin hotel fluff

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loveyourownsmiilee · 3 months

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Ok my speculation for what I think those new photos are about and what may be in store for us in terms of Buddie.

I’m fully on the train that Eddie had his full on moment of realization in the graveyard when speaking to Buck. You can see the moment in his facial expression where something clicks and alters his brain chemistry. Especially considering he looks at Buck slightly a bit different after that moment. But it was the wrong time because Buck was speaking about Natalia and how happy he was bla bla. So of course that put a damper on Eddie’s newly realized feelings, hence the need to get out there and start dating again right after that whole thing. He literally went out and put himself out there to find someone and done it in a somewhat urgent matter. Almost as if he’s a man trying to get over someone quick. That’s why the moment he ran into someone he kinda knew, he wanted to take that risk and give it a shot, regardless of whether or not they had organic chemistry or not.

Now we know the season ended with Buck making things official with Natalia and Eddie starting something new with Marisol. So this new season should bring forth these two men in their respective relationships. However due to the actress who plays Natalia being in a play til mid March, something tells me it’s likely she’s not coming back. Which means a probable off screen break up. Now why do I think that’s more than likely?

Well look at this photo of Eddie and Buck (it doesn’t look like Bobby to me).

Eddie has never once touched anyone’s shoulder like that other than Buck’s (and also Christopher’s). Not only is the touch so natural and familiar to other scenes like that, but also his eyes are fully soft and you can actually see the hearts in them. Something tells me it’s a scene of Buck and Eddie in the locker room with a sad Buck who is upset over another failed relationship. The stance and the touch with the soft look that Eddie’s giving clearly shows he’s reassuring Buck of something. What else would he be reassuring him about other than the fact that he will find his person eventually. He’s probably giving him a pep talk and reassuring all of his doubts and you can tell it’s being done in such a lovely, soft manner that is so Eddie to his core.

Then the other photo with Buck and Christopher. Idk why but my immediate thought was that Buck is babysitting Chris while Eddie’s on a date with Marisol. Even though we ended the season with Christopher being supportive of his father asking her out, we all know how he didn’t take well to Eddie dating again the first time. Maybe he’s upset with the lack of family time or maybe it’s something else but Buck doesn’t look too happy about whatever they’re discussing either. Maybe both of them are sad about not spending enough time with Eddie and them as a family unit.

And the reason I have for that is because even in the little glimpse we saw of the trailer, we see Eddie once again looking exasperated and struggling with something while he’s talking to Buck. We’ve seen that same reaction from him when he was dating Ana. And Buck has his little fake passive aggressive smile like he’s trying to be supportive but he’s jealous over Eddie literally talking about another female. We’ve seen this happen many times especially last season.

Now all this to say that I don’t think Eddie and Marisol are going to last very long. I think Eddie’s going to realize it’s just not working with her because she’s not who he needs as a life partner. Simultaneously I see Buck finally working on himself and really sitting down to contemplate why all his relationships have failed thus far. I can actually see this season finally being one where Buck finally realizes the things he has been searching for a partner for years has always been in front of him. I think it’s the season for eye opening realizations for him and I really hope to see what it brings forth for both him and Eddie. I also hope this season brings them closer as a family unit than ever before.

#buddie #911 spoilers #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911 speculation #god I’m sorry I had to get this out

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for tattling on a guy who was cheating with me?

So for a few weeks I was long-distance sexting this guy. (I am also a man, if it's relevant.) It started off as mostly just a really exciting connection because I wasn't expecting to wind up SO compatible with someone from the site I found him on, either sexually or emotionally. We wound up both having tumblr accounts, incidentally, and started chatting and following each other here. And really quickly our conversations were hitting a balance of like 90% sexual, 10% lowkey romantic, and the latter was increasing by the day. Nothing really overtly serious especially considering how little time passed, but we were also talking almost constantly for several days at a time, and with both of our sexual tastes involving a flavor of tenderness, tbf we were kind of inarguably acting like real lovers. Wake-up texts, goodnight texts, "i love you"s (granted in the context of sexual rp), talking about how we'd cuddle afterward, etc.

Then one day he texts me with a confession to make: that he has a boyfriend, and he was afraid to mention it before but he thinks I should know, and this isn't at all him saying he wants to stop what we're doing bc he's been really happy talking to me. He just doesn't want me to have to find out by any other means about him having a long-term relationship and be surprised, in case the two of us get more serious. He told me that he and his bf are stable together but not sexually compatible anymore and emotionally drifting apart in general, and what we'd been talking about were all the things he was missing from his sex life and whatnot.

I can respect that he wanted me to hear it from his own mouth that he has a pre-existing relationship, but I couldn't respect the fact that he was cheating in the first place. Admittedly I also hated to feel like I was someone's side piece, whatever their reason for wanting one was. Part of it was specifically that at night we'd talk like we were each lonely and needing to be touched meanwhile he actually did have his boyfriend right next to him. It just rubbed me SO wrong.

So after that, for the first time I went out of my way to search his blog and I pretty easily found the account of his bf and I sent him screencaps of the conversation, including the confession. I thought he deserved to know that his partner of 2 years was trying to have an affair.

...And this is where I've been made to feel like maybe I went too far, in fact I've been told by friends specifically that I did go too far, either in including screencaps of that guy specifically detailing his relationship, or in reaching out to his bf at all. But idk, I have a pretty strong reaction to cheating bc I feel it's one of the worst ways you can hurt someone. And in a way I feel cheated on, too? Given the few weeks that I was under the impression I was talking to someone who was single and lonely just like myself rather than partnered and just bored. I expected to get some kind of angry response so I preemptively blocked the guy I'd been sexting and I have no idea what he might have tried to say to me, if anything. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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blank-house · 5 months

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Hi there!

I just have so many questions about the cast! But I'm not going to lie I'm mainly curious about Percy hehe so I hope that more than one question doesn't bother you :))

On one of the early descriptions about him it's said that he gets dorky when talking about his interests (which surprised me because he's all about the rizz and being cheeky 👀) I get that the fun is discovering on game but on some promo art the guys are showed with what seemed their hobbies? (Elio with sports and Jamie reading) so could we at least get to know anything about it pls? 🙏🏻

At the end of the demo on the hunt, he follows mc (if you make the right decisions ofc) I completely get his suspicions but I think that there's a tinyyy interest of his part on getting some time with MC even if he's just curious... Is it like that? Or is he just 100% on winning? Idk he doesn't seem so obvious to me sometimes, that's why I'm so interested 🤭

Thank you so much for your time! Hope to see more of you and as always I'll be supporting in all of the social media (and asking non stop on here 🙈). Keep doing amazing and take rests as you should!! 💖

That doesn't bother me at all so ask away! I'm like mosquito rubbing my hands with the prospect of geeking about our dorks haha but to answer your ask, let me reverse the order and tackle the hunt question first.

Percy at the Scavenger Hunt

So you encountering Percy is actually not determined by any choices made beforehand. Though there are situations that depend on your choices, this wasn't one of them. You're always gonna encounter Percy if you head to the front of the house and that's cause that's how the guys decided to split up to search!

That being said, curious isn't the most accurate way to describe what he's feeling toward MC- entertained is better! He did say meeting them was something out of a movie and he intends to see what might come from the ending ^^,

But if Percy feels ambiguous to you, then good! He definitely doesn't want to make figuring him out any easy on you.

(Hiding the second answer in case anyone wants to learn about the boys' hobbies through the game first)

LI Hobbies

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE OKAY SO! Let's go through the straightforward ones from the promos- 1) Jamie

Jamie is a reader, yes. However, what he is reading is a bit different from what one might expect.

*cough* It's manhwas. He likes to read manhwas. Percy was actually the one who put him up to it and it's the first common ground the two have in terms of hobbies! Buuuut Jamie's actually the more avid reader between the two. He can probably decimate a bookshelf in a week if given the time and solitude.

Ahahaha there are other reasons behind why Jamie continues to like it- but the main one is that he likes how unexpected it is from literatures he read before. Power systems, reincarnation, transmigrations into fiction- yeah what's not to like when there're so many fantastical things happening in that genre.

Plus, reading's a good and subtle sign to ward off anyone who might want to bother him.

2) Elio

Elio is a natural at sports, yes! His like, affinity, and competitiveness for it was showcased a little during the side volleyball game and it's pretty much easy to think of him as an active guy. Which... he is... incredibly active, that is lol. It's almost a little tiring remembering all of the things he's tried once and most of all the ones he's really good at. But he's our Jack of all Trades and you can expect nothing less.

But if we wanna look at it from the promo art, he's seen breakdancing! Elio is actually the only one out of the boys who indulges in an after school club/org, which is the main dance team on campus. He's a core member but whether or not he shows up for practice is up in the air often haha

I wouldn't say it's his passion since he didn't grow up doing it- in fact, he only started in high school!- but he did end up liking it the most amongst all of the other forms he learned. As to why he picked up dancing, well that's something to learn in the game. ^^

3) Percy

Last but not least, Percy. There is a very small hint about it depending on what season you got in the demo, but he makes one or two gaming references. As such, TADAH!!! Percy is our cast's resident gamer boi! And while Deja is also a gamer girl, they have different tastes when it comes to this, specifically the genre.

Percy's got a love for story. If it's got a compelling story line he's hooked for weeks. As such JRPGs and open world games tend to be his favorite and he could crank out hours of gameplay just running around and exploring every side quest possible. His roommates know he's going to be locked inside his room or camping the living room for a long while when he's in this state lol.

Compared to Deja, he's not into the tedious aspects of gaming, just the feelings the story and the cast can evoke. You know that hollow feeling you get when you finish a novel or a really good video game? Yeah, he gets that a lot.

~*~*~*~

'Course there're more things each guy is interested in! We touched on baking for Jamie in the current demo and you get a taste of something else for Elio and Percy in the extended. I'm excited to expand on their other hobbies more when they finally get introduced but for now I hope that this satisfies your questions. Thank you for the ask!

#percy #elio #jamie #keyframes vn #keyframes asks

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ablogofsapphicpanic · 10 months

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If you're taking more prompts how about 2. I never thought we’d have a last kiss. For Helion x LOA please. 😊 Thank you.

What's this? Me answering this literally months later and in the middle of the night because I can't sleep and got a stroke of muse for it? More likely than you think.

I hope you enjoy it! It is angsty but lmao, look at the prompt you sent. Idk what people usually put before these so I'm going to shut up now.

Edit: Posted to Ao3 here!

Helion hadn’t been paying attention to where he was walking. There truly weren’t many options for where to go in this wretched place, and even fewer places where there was any inkling of privacy. Not that he expected much these days, with all of Prythian’s courts trapped here by Amarantha. For five years they had suffered Under the Mountain, their people suffered on the surface, with no sign of freedom from the only person who could give it to them.

His absent wandering, probably a poor idea on his part, brought him to an empty room - or nearly empty. It was the red hair that caught his eye first, red hair that had been taunting him for five years now. But what stopped him in his tracks was the russet eyes meeting his for more than a fleeting second. That hadn’t happened for much longer than five years, and it caught him off guard.

The owner of said eyes was seemingly caught off guard as well from the way they widened almost immediately as the door shut behind him, leaving them alone together in the room. She was so close to him, closer than they had been in decades. Since she had left him in the middle of the night and never come back. How they had been found out by Beron, he still didn’t know, but he knew it had happened. What else could explain the sudden shift in her? In them?

“Excuse me, High Lord,” she murmured, breaking his train of thought as she tried to step around him, either not noticing the door on the other end of the room, or wanting to take the quickest exit possible.

Unbidden, his hand reached out and caught Tana’s wrist. His fingers overlapped as his hand closed around the smooth skin there, but his grip was loose enough that she could break it by simply continuing to walk. She didn’t, but she didn’t turn back to look at him again. “High Lord?” he asked, intending for the words to come out teasing, but he knew the hurt broke through. “I don’t recall you ever being so formal with me when -” when we were alone.

“Things were different then, and you didn’t bear the title yet,” Tana replied when he couldn’t finish the sentence, still not looking at him. “High Lord, this is hardly the time or the place for this.”

She was right. They were alone, but that didn’t always mean something down here. The warning in her words was obvious, but he couldn’t stop himself as his thumb trailed light circles over her wrist, disappearing under the deep purple fabric of her sleeve before coming back down to brush over the pulse point there. “And yet, it might be the only place I get to do this. This is as alone as we’ve been for centuries now.”

“Whatever there once might have been, it can hardly continue. Especially not here, not now. Our business together is done, High Lord. I suggest you come to terms with that fact.”

“Business? Is that what you consider our time together?” Helion asked, this time not even trying to mask the hurt as anything else. “Tana, I don’t know what happened, what changed, but it’s not too late -”

“You’re right, you don’t,” she interrupted, finally turning back to face him. But she still didn’t break his grip. It almost seemed as if she shifted closer to him as she turned, so she wouldn’t break it. Like she needed that touch as much as he did. “You don’t know what happened, so you should refrain from making any promises. What we had was a mutually beneficial arrangement, nothing more, that is over now.”

“Nothing more?” he repeated, somewhat indignantly, his eyes searching her face. Her expression remained cold and guarded, and he knew he was showing too much of himself. He never could help it with her. “It certainly seemed like it was more to me - and to you.”

It had been the wrong thing to say by the way something in Tana’s expression snapped. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth tightened, and there was a drawn out silence as she regarded him again. “Whatever it was, it no longer is. Nor will it ever be again,” she said, but there was something behind the cold words that gave his stupid heart that belonged wholly to the female in front of him a spark of hope.

Helion took a half a step closer, allowing himself more of that foolish hope when she didn’t move away in response. His eyes were locked on her expression again, but they dropped down to her lips when they parted in surprise. He forced them back up to meet hers before he spoke again. “I never thought we’d have a last kiss,” he whispered.

Her eyes shuttered in response to his confession, and though she still looked at him, it was as if she refused to see him. “Everything comes to an end. This already has.”

“Tana…” Helion had to actively refrain from tightening his grip. What had he expected? For her to correct him? To say that they hadn’t? That the time would come for their next? He was a fool, but he couldn’t stop himself. “I just want to make things right. To do things right by you.”

“What’s done is done, Helion,” she said. And damn him if hearing Tana say his name after all those years didn’t almost bring him to his knees. “You’d do well to give up on - on the past.” On me, she had been about to say, and he knew it. Just like he knew there was something she was holding back from him, something different from the piece of herself she had always held back before. He regarded her silently, like he might figure out what it was.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she all but demanded when he was silent a beat too long. A force to be reckoned with as she all but expected he change how he saw her in a moment, all because she told him to. She always had been, from the moment they’d met at that fateful ball. He had known then she would be his undoing, but his young, foolish self couldn’t have ever imagined this being how.

“You telling me to give up isn’t going to suddenly make me.” His free hand reached up before she could answer again, and reiterate the words he couldn’t stand to hear again. He couldn’t help himself as his knuckles brushed over her cheek and lingered there. “Let me help you. Whatever it is that you don’t want to ask of me, ask. Please. I know there’s something you won’t say. But there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I thought you knew that.” Her eyes closed for the briefest of seconds as she gave into his touch, whatever barriers she had put up against him beginning to crumble.

Only for them to snap back into place in an instant as the door behind him started to open. Helion turned to look the moment he heard the doorknob twist, his hand falling from her face. She took advantage of his momentary distraction - though he would have let her leave the second she tried to pull away - before the door even cracked an inch, his other hand was closed around empty air.

When he turned back to look at her, his mouth opening like he might protest, all he saw was a flash of long red hair and purple skirts before the door snapped shut with a resounding click.

#helion x loa #helion x lady of autumn #helion spell cleaver #lady of the autumn court #lady of autumn #my writing #if you don't like it lie and tell me you do

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umm what do you think is Actually the likelihood of ellie dying in pt3 cause I feel like its just a little Too predictable, but like.. idk!

also i feel like even if she did die (assuming its on her terms) it wouldnt b for the vaccine... she has placed too much of her worth on whether or not she can literally Save Humanity (“my life would’ve fucking mattered”) there has to be some acknowledgment of that not really being true right !!!!!

i think that the writers are competent enough to not go that route because people are just expecting more tragedy. and if they do, it would be at least be a noble death.

i really liked that in part 2, the aspect of the whole vaccine debacle is entirely a thing of the past. it was already implied that they were taking a chance, as in it wasn't guaranteed that the cure would actually work and even then, those chances were killed (literally) by joel. i don't really see any point in rehashing the cure business and think it just works better as a catalyst for ellie's trauma.

so in my opinion, the chances should be low, but who fuckin knows. abby and lev ended up at a firefly base so it's possible an effort might come from that, but i've said in a previous post that it was just be squandered potential for them to kill ellie off because it would defeat a lot of their messaging regarding searching for purpose and breaking the cycle of violence and yada yada yada. dying a gruesome death like joel would be a step in the wrong direction because she broke the cycle so why would she end up like joel? how does it make sense to the narrative?

more likely, i can see either a noble sacrifice for someone else's sake as retribution (if that happens and it's dina and/or jj that it's for, i Will cry), and or a tommy-esque bait and switch.

regardless of the previous point, with the direction of the series (first game having an upward arc, second game having a downward arc), i think it should end on a high emotional note with ellie alive and able to live on for the rest of her days. THAT feels correct but you never know.

#am i reading too far into it? maybe #will i stop hoping ellie stays alive? no #people will be like “she'd die” all because lots of ppl died in part 2 are kinda viewing the games wrong #the point isn't “the world is bad and your loved ones are dying”#it's “these are the lengths that people will go to for their perceived purposes whether it be ur daughter or ur father or ur institution”#and sometimes people do the wrong thing #someone must do the right thing and i think it'll be ellie (and abby and lev)#talkies #asks #the meta of us #pseudo part 3 fics hurt my brain with this sometimes

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vaguely-concerned · 10 months

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the absolute insane research rabbit hole I am currently going down to try to determine the one (1) specific version of the robin hood stories I listened to on cassette tape audiobook in like 2001 and that permanently affected my brain chemistry. I am going nuts. and yet I must know. if anyone by chance should happen to know what version it could have been, considering that it was likely produced in the 90s or a bit before (from memory of the state of the cassette packaging, it was quite worn) and available (in norwegian but in translation) from a small library in somewhat rural norway... please tell me and free me from this self-inflicted torment lol

some more vaguely remembered context that might help pinpoint it:

robin dies at the end, and I think he's already been parted from marian for some time before that (I don't remember if it's because she's dead or just For Reasons, but the growing melancholy of the last few chapters even before he dies were probably what made this version imprint itself on my brain). he's at a convent after falling sick and the abbess or something is an old enemy of his (and maybe his cousin??) and goes whole hog on the bleeding cure to make sure he doesn't get up again. little john (and maybe will scarlet?? some merry man at least) are there with him as he dies and little john cries while robin comforts him. this scene did permanent things to my psyche I suspect. peak 'THIS WASN'T IN THE DISNEY FILM WITH THE FUNNY ANIMALS!!'-betrayal and outrage mixed with 'but also this is so sad it's somehow beautiful...' formative childhood experience.

if I remember correctly there's a bit more of the rest of the merry men than you get in most adaptations. robin and little john had some powerful homoerotic Somethings going on to my baby queer mind but that's just what the robin hood mythos is so idk what that adds to it in terms of helping with the search

I think it must have stuck fairly close to the original ballads that we have, at least comparatively (I've had a looksie and it was definitely not howard pyle's version. I think it had a bit more somber/serious tone especially towards the end, and less of the faux-old fashioned language)

I remember finding it very funny that robin's way of making friends was just finding people who proved they could easily beat him up or were better at stuff than he was and going 'you rule do you wanna join my cool club? :D' and them all being like 'you're an annoying little twerp but also ...yeah <3'. he may also have met marian like that in this or I may be mixing it up with a different version.

from this and some other odds and ends through my downward spiral of obsession I have a tentative theory it may have been either rosemary suthcliff or antonia fraser's versions (both from the 1950s)? but especially with the layer of translation getting inbetween it's so hard to tell haha

I understand if all anyone has to offer when faced with this always sunny conspiracy board of leads is sympathy and/or rightful mockery, but all ideas are welcomed with open arms

#robin hood #this is the one formative robin hood of my childhood of which all adaptations seem like pale unsatisfying imitations #was it actually good or was it simply that I was I like. all of seven years old. who knows but I'd like to find out lol #there are so many robin hood adaptations and so few of them are actually good tho it's like an itch I can't scratch properly #(so few of them are good in the way *I* want them to be good more precisely)#it's on a list with voluspå and the whole Idea of Merlin I'd like to write a wholeass book about one day to exorcise from my mind #that 'there's something Here that no one seems to hit quite correctly and it's driving me insane like an itch in the middle of my back'#brand of narrative frustration. one day. one day my brain will be in a place where I can give it a shot. in the meantime: this nonsense lma #should I be packing for an upcoming trip. yes. did I spend all this time doing this instead. also yes

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Childe 💛 :)

"ten-twenty"

・❥・HELLO THIS IS EIGHT YEARS LATE I AM SORRY I APOLOGISE SOZZLES

・❥・childe x gn!reader

・❥・0.6k

・❥・childe is, kinda a bitch? idk? i don't like the way i wrote him? uhhh, reader bopped into the fatui, zhongli gets a lil cameo bc why tf not (NO ZHONGCHI, NO.), banter? kinda crack, literally just d a n g e r ??? this is very hard to summarise, mention of injury, also for no apparent reason this feels very similar to this.

childe x 💛

the chasm had a horrid air. it was humid, but cold somehow, and you were -for lack of a better term- petrified.

curse this risk-taking boyfriend of yours, first he’s convincing you, a liyuean, to join the fatui, and now he’s taking you somewhere every person in liyue is told not to go practically from the moment they are born!

“i hate you, seriously” you whispered at him, holding on to his arm for dear life, clinging like a barnacle to one of the boats in the harbour.

“no you don’t” he giggled, “listen, now that you’re in training, you gotta learn to cope with scary things. besides, i’m right here, y’know nothing that bad can happen with mighty harbinger number eleven by your side!”

you reach up to his head, as if about to pull him in for a kiss, before your hand travels further than expected to his forehead, landing a flick fair in the middle of it.

“HEY!” he exclaimed, rubbing over the afflicted area with his fingertips “i need that forehead for my backup modelling career!”

“modelling career my butt, you can’t sit still for more than three seconds!” you glare at him, and he simply gazed back, an exaggerated pout presenting itself on his lips, looking like a lost puppy.

“don’t make that face at me chil-” he placed his fingertips over your lips, an interruption. his face was suddenly serious, eyebrows furrowed. “did you hear that?” he asked, removing his hand from your face, and you froze in place. he had keen senses, meaning that if he heard something, there was almost definitely something there.

then you heard it too. a loud, mechanical noise, you thought it might’ve been a ruin guard at first, which would have been easy enough for you to take out, but no. it was something bigger, because the ground began to shake beneath the pair of you.

“run! go!” he shouted to you, pointing to a passageway the two of you had previously travelled.

“but-”

“GO!" he announced, “i’ll find you when i know it’s safe”

left with no choice, you darted for the passage, hoping he would be following behind. you were scared, so much more scared than when you came in.

after a couple of minutes of running, you found a small concave in the side of the tunnel. you collapsed down to the ground, attempting to catch your breath, damp air filling your lungs, almost more than the fear did. shortly after you heard footsteps, praying to rex lapis it was ajax.

heavy breathing danced its way into your ears, puffs that could not be mistaken for anyone other than him. he was walking with a moderate pace, eyes searching for you. you gripped onto a rock nearby, pulling yourself to walk back out to the passage, meeting his stumbling figure, now hunched over. he wasn’t visibly injured, just looked tired.

“chi! are you okay?” you asked, placing your hands on his shoulders. he looked up, removing tousled auburn hair out of his eyes.

“yeah, of course i'm okay!” he smiled brightly, a complete change of expression feigning his exhaustion.

“are you hurt? you crazy idiot! you have no sense of danger!” you searched him up and down for any sign of a scrape or cut as you berated him. “aren’t you afraid?”

“no, of course i’m not scared, but if you are, you can hold my hand” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, giggling.

you grip him by the shoulders once again, “be serious for a minute. did you fight?” you asked, the concern in your voice reaching a peak point.

“no, i didn’t, but we should get out of here, if you’re really worried” he said, gripping your hand before continuing his route up the tunnel, but you stopped him, stepping in his way you wrap your arms around his waist, and bury your head in his chest.

“don’t do that again, idiot”

“i won’t, m’sorry”

taglist: @lioria @celestetalkstoomuch

sfw masterlist

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #childe x you #childe x y/n #childe fluff #childe x reader #tartaglia fluff #tartaglia x reader #genshin fluff

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Oh man honestly now that you mention it I think Leona being the mentor type would be such an interesting idea to explore??? Not only is the dynamic fun to think about but the way it could play out could mean a whole lot :0

Also yeah I agree, I wish the twst writers would let characters have better relations with eachother u_u but hey! for this au I can their Leona and Jamil playing off a little better with eachother

But that can also bring up that if hypothetically in this au Leona DOES end up dying! I think about how a common thing with the spidermen stories is that someone who cares a lot about the person who dies sees that persons body with spiderman, making the connection that "spiderman KILLED him!"

Which hey, Leona being royalty would not be a very fun person to be accused of murdering. So Jamil's need to not be revealed to the public as spiderman would be massively important (But also the idea of WHO would see them, uh oh little lion boy..)

Which then the idea of Ace being the first (and maybe the only for a a while) person to know about Jamil could lead to terrible shenanigans, hmmm

I love the idea that Idia unintentionally causing the whole thing would be really fitting too since the whole science stuff :0 that does make me think though is how there would probably be villian of the week sort of enemies that plague the area and hmm who knows, I do like seeing other people also suggest who the bad guys could also be in this au!

OH correct me if I'm wrong but you're the atsv enjoyer anon, right?

Your brain‼️‼️ SO MANY IDEAS, SO MANY POSSIBILITIES‼️‼️ Leona and Jamil being closer/on better terms has so much potential.

The "spider-man KILLED HIM!!" idea immediately puts a huge sense of urgency to the story, LIKE

But for different reasons than in Far from home, and also the spider viper secret identity would not have been leaked like Peter's did, probably. (I should also make up another spider-man specific name for Jamil, if spider viper sounds too weird EKDNWKDNWKDNEK I KINDA JUST MADE THAT UP FOR PRACTICALITY, PLEASE IGNORE IT) what would he ever do to not be seen as a threat anymore?? Where is mister doctor????

Ace knowing his identity would be barely as helpful as Ganke or Ned are for Miles and Peter, but at least Jamil and Ace are a funny duo 😭😭 the guy in a chair is meant to be helpful and Mr braincell Trappola is the exact opposite of that, full disrespect meant. But in a strange twist of fate, he always manages to get spider jamil covered at the end of the day. Ace always makes his way through the toughest situations, no matter how many times he stumbles in the process. Ace + Jamil duo are always on thin, thin ice, and it's very entertaining.

And idk if I mentioned this before, but while I'm on the topic, I was thinking Najma would be quick to uncover spider-man's secret identity too. She's smart! And you think she wouldn't notice how that weird masked vigilante acted the exact same as her brother? She would scold and poke fun of him for it, saying like "are you even trying to keep this a secret, or am I THAT good of a sister to spot your mannerisms right away?". She could even be the one to find and modify a hero uniform for him! In exchange to leaving all her house chores to him for a month, of course, she doesn't design and sew free of charge.

I rlly need to search up more of spider-man's villains to headcanon in this au akbdiwdhwodbwkjs I too, would love to hear more ideas regarding it. Besides Azul and Idia that I mentioned before, someone commented Jack as the Prowler too, which I think is super cool and fitting 💃💃💃💃

#ask #I TALK SO MUCH IM SORRY #ITS THE HYPERFIXATION. IT SPEAKS LOUDER.#.🐑✨️#.twst into the spider verse

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pancake-breakfast · 10 months

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I should be sleeping, but I'm not known for my wisdom in that particular field, so on with Trigun Book Club!

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10

Trigun Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6

TriMax Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 2, Chapter 5 below.

Chapter 5: Desperado

Oh, no. They're coming for Vash's friends on the sand steamer.

Wait, that's the girl from the end of the last chapter, huh? That means they can't be far from Milly and Meryl.

Nico-oniisaaaaaaan!!!

"Did your work go well?" Heh. I'll note he does not answer this question. Nicholas D. Wolfwood. The "D" is for "Deflection."

Gods, his hands. This is so much more traumatic in context.

NIGHTOW, WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE, LITERALLY ON THE SAME PAGE AS THAT NIGHTMARE?!?!

NM, it's just Vash's bad driving. Or maybe he noticed WW wasn't sleeping so good and decided to unsubtly wake him up?

LOL, I have SO MANY THOUGHTS about what's going on in WW's head here, but they're all spoilers, so I'll keep them to myself.

LOLOLOLOL, WW dragging unconscious Vash into the inn and demanding two rooms is just so funny to me. Like, no wonder these people are staring at him like that. They must have SO MANY QUESTIONS.

I assume there will only be one room. And one bed. Edit: My assumption was wrong.

LOL, nothing wakes Vash up quite like the sound of someone else in need, trying to do the right thing against impossible odds.

He's so cute when he's semi-conscious.

WW, what the hell life have you been living? I'm so sorry, my guy. No wonder Vash is giving you such a headache.

I wish I could find a suitable picture to show just how much this building looks like the old Spanish missions dotting the landscape in certain parts of the Southwestern U.S., but it seems like 99.9999% of the pictures are of the buildings inside the walls... or of the ones that have been extensively renovated rather than having crumbly bits like so many of them do. (Also, it's late and so I can't be arsed to do a detailed search. Maybe this will help get my point across? IDK, I'm not writing an essay on Spanish missions right now. I already did that back in 4th grade.)

If I had a son who was recklessly hellbent on getting himself killed alongside me as I defended the town/inn/whatever, I'd tie him up and lock him away, too.

LOL, dehydrated Vash. Gods, babygirl is in baaaaad shape. He's trying, though.

I dunno, a half-dead Vash is still probably pretty competent.

Is now a good time to point out that the word "Desperado" means "The Desperate"? (Also, apparently it's not actually Spanish. We're learning things today in Trigun Book Club.)

"What was that, Vashie?" *Vash barks insistently* "You think you can come up with a plan?" *Vash barks enthusiastically* "Ok, I trust you, boy!" *Vash wags his tail.*

Some quick Spanish notes on page 134 here for those who may not hear these terms so frequently: Mi Amigo = my friend (may not actually indicate a friend; can also be used to create a mock-friendly tone in a situation where intimidation is coming into play) Jefe (pronounced "heh-fay") = slang term meaning "boss" or "leader" (can also be used sort of like "man" or "dude" in English, or in a mock-friendly tone to kinda rub in that the person being called "jefe" is not in charge of the situation) Comprende? = Do you understand?

This guy has too many teeth. And a weird way of standing. Is... is he wearing metal underwear?? What kind of weirdness do you have to go through to get this kind of anatomy? How does he close his lips??? M... maybe it's a mask of some sort??

Holland en Flambe sounds like a dessert.

Rest in peace, vodka. I'm sure someone out there misses you.

Hahahahaha, this kid. He's having to hold the whole weight of intimidation because Vash looks like a rag doll someone left out in the rain too long. Wait. Does Wolfwood know Vash is here?? Heheheheheheheh.... BF's gonna be maaaaaaad....

I love Vash's expression through this bit. He's trying, but he does NOT have the energy for this right now.

FWOOM

Listen to your father, Rob.

Ohhhhh, shit.

Ok, I LOVE LOVE LOVE this. I love the absolute chaos of the top part taking over the whole page, with this guy's shouting bearing down on Vash and the family from the top, claws sweeping in from the left with a motion so fast and deadly it leaves motion lines going all the way up the page... and then, cutting in at the bottom, in a panel that's practically pure-white serenity, the soft but definite *click* of the Punisher's machine gun opening. Beautiful.

And, of course, we turn the page into a two-page spread of Wolfwood letting 'er rip, adding a more controlled and entirely different type of chaos to the scene.

LOL, BF's mad. Just a little, though. Confusion has tempered his anger.

Ok, this, though. How the angle goes from him carelessly tapping Vash on the head with his gun (while practicing shit trigger discipline, I might add) to us looking up at Wolfwood from a perspective very close to what Vash's would be if he could lift his head. How, in the second panel, Wolfwood looks like a desperate man about to pull an executioner's trigger out of fear and confusion for the unknown before him. How, even so, he's debating if Vash is actually the monster he's heard of when there's so much evidence that, despite superhuman skills that Wolfwood has witnessed multiple times firsthand, Vash seems so kind and cares so much for people he ends up in this situation even while half-dead.

Meanwhile, Vash seems to be taking well-deserved nap....

#i hope he's dreaming of donuts #trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 2 #pancake thoughts

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mbav (season 1) hungarian dub notes

‎i know that translational changes are necessary for things to make sense in another language, but i'll take minor tweaks as something worth sharing. this is just for fun !!

the title is translated to our vampire, the babysitter <3

three cheers for evil

erica: “these girls have been telling me to bite them for years" → "these girls have been telling me to suck it for years" like the vulgar expression to suck a dick. ok

ethan straight up refers to his underwear in cheer uniform as thongs. off to a strong start

blood drive

ethan (to sarah): “take two [cookies]” → “you can take mine too” its so cute. however he grumbles instead of saying “come on” when leading her out of the room

b: “to bore them to death?” → “to make them laugh at us [in a ridiculing way]?” honestly makes sense idk why a vampire nurse story would bore anyone to death

guys and dolls

when ethan’s parents go upstairs u can overhear rory talking to debbie dazzle and originally u can’t hear much of what he’s saying just giggling & something about making out. you hear this clear dialogue in hungarian: “so when i eat like a pig, i gag this much while brushing my teeth. so i prefer chewing gum instead. if you want to make out, i can chew one right now” right before they show him saying he knows where the best gum in town is

at the disco beach party for jane when debbie winks, originally there’s no more dialogue, but in hungarian ethan says “this is so cool!” :)))))))))))

double negative

in the og evil!hannah says “how about i say this? you’re a pathetic little weasel!” in the translation she says something non-hungarian??? like it’s not in my language idk wth it means i posted the audio when i tried figuring it out with scripts and numerous google searches but couldn't detect it

instead of evil benny they keep saying bitchy benny dshdfgsdhfwehsdjf

friday night frights

coach ed calls benny a truncate dwarf instead of sugar mcversey

smells like trouble

after ross catches bethan roleplaying as etharah instead of saying they should come along to the hockey game he says the two should go in a pair

b (about the concept of sarah rejecting ethan): “gives u one less thing to worry about” to “gives u one more fear” help

ethan says “i chickened out” (about asking sarah out) in a high-pitched voice like he’s making fun of himself ?????

originally benny says nothing after his grandma leaves and bids them good night but they add him saying “that’s tough” cuz he opens his mouth slightly so they felt the need to add something? lol

die pod

e: “i wonder if my allergies will kill me before the sun stroke does” b: “my money’s on the sun, you burn like a marshmallow” → “my money’s on the sun, you’re burning already” as in to be very embarrassing

b (after telling pod girl his bowling story): “you know, i think you’re really interesting” → “you know, i personally think this was a very exciting story” girl…

b (ethan tells him to shut up with his stupid gardening motto): “that’s all i got” → “i’ll shut the hell up”

doug the vamp hunter

(about erica making fun of evelyn’s blood substitute) sarah: “i guess she’s used to packing nerd lunches” → “i guess she’s used to packing lunches for babies/diaper wearers”

erica: “serious mullet fail” → “seriously sprained/damned taste”

r: “good thing you’re bad at magic” → “good thing you’re a lame witch [very feminine term]”

the brewed

instead of teethan they called him tetün which is basically louse + ethan… and yea he says it sounds cute coming from sarah 😭

this just made me giggle but since they have to lower original sounds when dubbing something, they sometimes add their own effects. the only added sound i detected was them adding a loud door handle sound when a zombie opens a door with a knob. and the sound is late

revamped

jesse: "my favorite fledgling" → "my dearest little rookie" there's a translation for fledgling throughout the show so idk why he'd say this

#no tags just wanted 2 share #i’ll probs compare s2 & the movie in one post soon

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Hi hon so as someone who enjoys your blog lemme explain the issue we have with tumblr live 💗

So the main thing we don’t like about it, I think, is that tumblr assumes we want it, and doesn’t let us disable it permanently. We have to set reminders to do it once a week, or we get notifications for it and our search bar is replaced with it. I think people would be a lot more open to it if it wasn’t forced on us this way.

Personally, I’m not terribly interested in videos. I’m one of those people who, if you show me a video, I never wanna watch it. Even if it’s five seconds long, I still don’t wanna watch it. I like watching videos sometimes, but always on my own terms. Never whenever someone else decides I should be watching it. Just… nah.

I think… I totally understand that tumblr is and will continue to add horrible little nooks and crannies on this little platform we all call home, for example tumblr live, and is it very annoying people can’t disable it forever? Yes. Agreed.

But let’s assume tumblr paid a contract with the live platform for a set amount of time to marry the two platforms or use their severs and apps to add live to this platform.

Everything costs. Everything has a bottom line.

Tumblr investors and execs are just trying to gently remind users … tumblr live exists… and it isn’t that bad to hang with friends?

I wish we didn’t have to get so rowdy angry kick 🦵🏽 up hell and scream our lungs out for shit that doesn’t feel that wild in the grand scheme of all the things tumblrs DONE to us in the past and will do in the future.

It’s still the best social media platform available right now.

Tumblr live can be so dope for meeting mutuals and just idk having a less grouchy overall blogging experience, which is the usual vibe sometimes when fandoms and factions mix.

Tumblr has to paya zee bills. Live is meeting some need. I, personally, just want this place to stay the same for as long as possible. I hear why it’s not your personal jam, and I appreciate you sharing…. overall I wish there was less animosity directed toward that part of the platform.

community and all that 😊

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pompurumi · 21 days

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What's your opinion on proshipping?

uuuuhhh idk really. So i'm gonna ramble for a second!

I'm aware of what proshipping actually means, something like ship and let other people ship, but things like tiktok and twt has kind of skewed my view on what proshippers are — which are weird noncon loving weirdos who like brothers kissing — but ik the rational side of my brain is telling me that what I just said is a fat generalisation. ofc some proshippers are like that, but ik most proshippers aren't and just dont care what other people do in fiction.

i do kiiiinnndddaaa believe that what you like in fiction does reflect your person in some way, since it does with me. for example, I consider myself to be very gentle and a hopeless romantic, and I project that onto the media I consume and create. but I have also written about some very harsh and dark topics in the past, just never in a way that glorifies or sexualises them.

I do believe that fiction does affect reality in certain scenarios... but I also know that some things are purely fantasy and it's fun to let go of morals and be gross and freaky (in a FICTIONAL SPACE!!!). but I don't think you're free from judgement from other people purely because what you do is fictional. If I found out that someone i followed on social media/or knew irl had a thing for noncon then I don't think I'd be able to look at them the same.

I wouldn't consider myself an anti (anymore) bcs they've grown a bit of a harsh name for themselves, but I certainly wouldn't consider myself a proshipper mostly because they have ALSO grown a harsh name for themselves and I've had very rough and weird experiences with them. I feel very strongly for fictional characters and their experiences, even if its a random oc that I see on my dash, and that in turn means that i cant really view fictional characters as little puppets in which we use to tell stories or project onto. idk whether it's because my imagination is vivid or something to do with autism, but it's hard for me to move on with my day after reading something abt my fav character being attracted to a child (even if it is technically canon... salad fingers...)

there have been times where I come across a darkfic, skim through it due to morbid fascination, and just regret it to the point that I feel myself physically restrain the need to type out my strong opinion furiously in the comments. but I know that no one forced me at gunpoint to read it and it was all my doing. I believe heavily in curating your own online experience, but have a hard time following that advice myself lololol.

and I think that's the problem with antis. they don't curate their online spaces enough and end up looking at the things that make them feel mad and weird. that was definitely my issue not too long ago and it just made my mental health terrible and life all dull and sad. but now that I've kinda realised that searching for the content that makes you upset and doomscrolling through it to the point it makes you seethe, and then venting about it isn't doing anyone good, I've instead channelled all that energy into finding people who share the same views as me and like what i like !!!! trust me, that is SOOO much more better.

but at the end of the day, I dont think I'll ever feel neutral about proshippers. If i see any terms like "proshipper" or "comshipper" or "anti-anti" I would feel that little ick in me, a hint of disgust... but I'll do my best to move on with my day !! people have the right to feel disgusted, grossed out, even sad about what proshippers do, they have the right to think of them as weird and strange because of proshippers liking what they like, and proshippers should expect that not everyone will feel how they feel. Especially since people who aren't in fandom spaces are sure to side eye you if they find out you post about twincest or dad x daughter relatiobships. but they do not have the right to go out of their way to bully and harass proshippers who are in their own little bubble with their own little audience, posting what they like. ofc you can vent about the things you don't like to people and on your socials, as long as you're not actively searching for it.

I have no idea if this sounds hypocritical or weird, I've read over it a few dozen times and I think I sound decently coherent. idk maybe someone wants to fill me in on some things, but I stand by my opinion.

#ask #proship discourse #ngl tho i would rather see proship hate than anti hate any day #just wouldnt engage in it

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celestewilllow · 2 years

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Theory: MH370📝✈️

This unfortunate incident has happened in 2014 and has left a huge mark on me for reasons I don't know so I wanted to check and share the Astro weather that day. I will focus on the negative manifestation of each placement because so was the event.

Backstory- The flight took off at midnight on the 8th of March 2014. Went missing around early morning at 3am (Malaysian standard time). Communication with the flight has been a problem along with the fact that the flight flew off-course. Very little debris has been found after searching far and wide in the ocean and the summary remains "inconclusive". This has attracted a significant amount of attention because they couldn't find debris until years later, most of which is still questionable. You can Google this if you want to know more.

The skies on the 8th of March,2014 -

At 12:42 am in the morning (take off time) rising Sagittarius and 12th house in Scorpio- could be a coincidence that the rising is in sag, which usually denotes expansion, travel, long distance, flights, and countries. ( the flight was one of the biggest passenger airplane models and was flying from Malaysia to China). The 12th house represents the unknown, fate, fear, unseen realm of sorrow or shadow- and it was in Scorpio ( the sign of death, transformation, karma)

Sun in Pisces at 17 degrees in 4H- 17 degrees is a Leo degree, that too a long-term fame Leo degree 9no wonder it was all over the news). Pisces is the sign most connected to the higher unknown realms, something confusing. A trance. There was a looming confusion over where the aircraft is and how did the incident come about because everything seemed ready. This whole placement generally explains the characteristic of the incident.

Moon was in Gemini- conflict

Saturn was in Scorpio at 23 degrees ( in retrograde from 2nd march 2014)- the planet of karma was in the planet of death, transformation, and karma in a Saturnian(Aquarian) degree.

The North node was in Scorpio at 0 degrees- the beginning of a cycle. north node in Scorpio does not mean death, but you might deal with this concept at least once or might have lessons to learn related to it. The 0 degree is a powerful degree when the purpose and lessons for a period of time unfold and that too in the north node in the sign of Scorpio 9 the sign most related to death, rebirth, transformation, disaster, and karma.)

Neptune was in Pisces at 5 degrees in 3h- again another Leo degree. Neptune, the planet of illusions is in its own ruling sign Pisces. one of the most fascinating but also something to be a little careful about. Reading the news reports I realized that the biggest drawback in the whole incident was the communication. It was not proper and the timing wasn't right.

Chiron was in Pisces at 13 degrees- The sun was conjunct Chiron in the 4th house, both in Pisces. The problems arose from the time the aircraft left its home country.

Black moon Lilith in Leo ( the pilot has a Leo stellium btw)- black moon Lilith is a point in the chart where you can experience power struggles, suppression, or downfall.

Astro weather - Jupiter and Neptune are dominant- In my opinion, Neptune is the kinda scary planet out of all, not that we should be scared of planets. it's just harder to figure out which is like it's nature anyway. Neptune signifies dreams and illusions but it can also make things distracting, foggy, and confusing. The outcome is never expected. In mythology, Neptune and Jupiter are brothers, IDK why I'm even mentioning this.

Disclaimer: I'm in no way approving or proving of what happened through astrology and I'm not blaming anyone at all. I only wanted to see what astrology could show me.

To the crew and passengers, may their souls rest in peace 🕊.

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