#It's probably so full of typos but I'm sick of looking at it

[maya-matlin]

What do you see as the main similarities and differences between Zaya and Joey/Pacey?!

I've been waiting for this ask my entire life LOL

So first things first, I've thought Zig and Pacey were similar characters for a long time. It's not a perfect comparison. High school Pacey was a lot more emotionally mature and almost unrealistically selfless and sensitive compared to Zig who was much more like your typical, ignorant teenager. But at the same time, there are still many parallels. Both guys had complicated relationships with their families. Zig's familial life prior to being kicked out is hardly shown or given much development. We know that his mother seems to love him and he presumably has a dad still in the picture. Pacey's parents resented and abused him, both physically and emotionally. He was constantly reminded what a failure he supposedly was and that they'd prefer he wasn't around. The tense family situation led to Pacey moving out of his childhood home halfway through his junior year in favor of living with Doug, and then Gretchen. Zig's story was much different. He's assumed to have a stable, relatively loving home life prior to his gang ties directly putting his family in harm's way. After Zig fails to leave the gang, either by his own decision or because he genuinely doesn't feel as though he's able to leave (it's unclear - Degrassi did not even try with this arc), he's kicked out and basically never accepted back home. Even after Zig does his best to leave the gang, doing better in school and staying out of trouble, it's still not enough. Just the hint of Zig being in the vicinity of something dangerous, aka Tiny being stabbed, is too much for his mom to accept. So as a result, Zig spends the rest of high school living in a group home after being forced to leave the Matlins' house. Both Zig and Pacey are fundamentally changed during their formative years by the absence of their parents' support and love. Pacey has been resigned to the reality that he'll never get what he needs from his family. Not that this even stops him from accepting the teensiest amount of affection, always being quick to meet his shitty family members halfway. Zig never fully recovers on screen from the loss of his family. He almost projects the need for a family onto Maya, the closest thing he has to unconditional love for a very long time. Considering their relationship is a romantic one and prone to falling apart because of the reality of high school relationships not typically working out, Zig never quite gets this from Maya. There's a semblance of Zig having a found family with Tiny, Grace and Maya, but it's like.. we don't really get that acknowledgement. At the end of Next Class, it's Zoe who has this moment with her classmates and closest friends. Regardless, Zig becomes desperate for love and stability in the absence of having a family. He's much more prone to self doubt and putting a lot of stock in his friends' opinions of him, something he directly tells Esme when apologizing for not doing a good job defending their relationship and Esme's status as his girlfriend. Both Zig and Pacey seek out permanent love to replace the rejection they feel from their parents.

Back to the self worth issues. No matter how many people in their lives try to validate them, Zig and Pacey never fully believe that they're worth much or are capable of good things. This aspect of Pacey is at least taken seriously. In season 4, Pacey' series-long self worth problems gradually manifest into depression and self hatred, resulting in him eventually ruining his relationship with Joey in a very ugly, self destructive way. Sound familiar LOL? Zig's self worth problems don't get this treatment. On some occasions, Zig's insecurities and strong feelings for Maya are almost played for laughs. No one takes his concerning comments seriously. Even when he opens up to Esme, sharing that he feels as though he isn't good at anything, she only focuses on Zig talking about "some other girl,” displaying jealousy that the guy she's into is still preoccupied with his ex. During Zig's relationship with Maya, particularly during the first season of Next Class, he's paralyzed with a lot of insecurities and believes he's losing Maya. No matter how much affection Maya gives him or tries to reassure Zig that he's the only one she wants - both physically and emotionally, he can't make himself accept it. Much like Pacey loses it at prom when he sees Joey dancing with Dawson, Zig self destructs in his own way: he cheats on Maya with Zoe, convinced she's doing the same same thing with Jonah even though he has zero evidence of this. Though Pacey intentionally and consciously breaks up with Joey through his actions, Zig indirectly does the same? Not really, but based on his demeanor when Maya comes back, Zig almost seemed convinced prior to Maya explaining what transpired during her visit to New York that what he did WASN'T cheating and that it wouldn't have mattered because Maya was already gone. Meaning, the official breakup was merely a formality. This doesn't negate his actions and isn't meant to downplay them. Simply put, Zig's emotions were all over the place. He could no longer discern the truth or have faith in Maya's love for him because of his own deep seated self hatred. This isn't unlike Pacey, who seemed to have less and less confidence in Joey's love for him as season 4 went on.

I can't find a coherent way to introduce the Pacey/Zig parallels, so here:

Eventually, both Pacey and Zig end up lashing out at Joey and Maya, blaming them for their bad behavior and/or the way they're feeling. Thankfully, both quickly apologize. Pacey does it more eloquently and comes across as much more sympathetic, though. But Zig at least does acknowledge he didn't actually hold Maya responsible for his impulsive, hurtful actions with Zoe.

In contrast, Maya and Joey aren't all that similar beyond spending some time in denial about their feelings and experiencing loss at a young age. Joey lost her mother to cancer while Maya's first boyfriend committed suicide. Their demeanors are very opposite. Joey is an extremely guarded person, using sarcasm and anger to keep people away. Maya is much friendlier. While she still has her guard up to some extent, particularly from the end of season 12 through halfway through season 14, she always welcomes people into her life - even if she sometimes can't let them all the way in. Much like Joey with Pacey, Maya exposes herself to Zig completely in a way she can't with other guys.

You'd think I'd be done by now, right? Sadly, I'm not. Both Zaya and Pacey/Joey had similar starts. Zig and Pacey spent a lot of time pining after Maya and Joey. Both girls claimed they didn't reciprocate the guys' feelings at one point or another. Pacey kissing Joey in season 1 only for her to reject him for Dawson could be comparable to Maya immediately getting back together with Cam after kissing Zig for the first time. But for what it's worth, it was always obvious to me that Maya had feelings for Zig that she wasn't owning up to, subconsciously or otherwise. Joey's feelings for Pacey don't appear to exist until season 3, though you could make an argument for repressed physical attraction based on the occasional comment. Not unlike how Pacey had gradually become Joey's best and closest friend during season 3, Zig served the same role in Maya's life once they started living together and moved past the messy triangle with Miles. Eventually, the tension came to the surface, and both couples shared a passionate kiss, initiated by one member of the ship.

Then, another initiated by the other half:

There's a brief attempt at a secret relationship. Though admittedly, Zaya's short stint (all of two seconds) as secret lovers was nothing compared to the traumatic experience that was the Dawson/Joey/Pacey love triangle. Eventually, both couples settle into a stable relationship after spending a mostly happy summer together. Being back at school and the the reality of both Maya and Joey being very ambitious people (Maya wanting to pursue her musical dreams and Joey wanting to attend a prestigious school) whereas Zig and Pacey aren't for whatever reason, perfectly content to be wherever their girlfriends are as they make zero plans for their own lives. The reality of what happens when you put so much stock into one person over your own success and self worth led to.. well, basically, my long ass rant, detailing Zig's and Pacey's issues.

Other miscellaneous moments that parallel are both Zig and Pacey having insecurities about their girlfriend's love for them because the relationships have yet to become or haven't since been, sexual. Both Maya and Joey have fears. Maya is afraid that things will get weird if she sleeps with Zig again. Joey has a whole host of sex-related fears that are barely addressed or even properly explained because this was the 2000's, and Dawson's Creek often perpetuated really gross ideas about female virginity and sexuality. But in time, both couples got on the same page and had somewhat similar love scenes.

Bonus:

As stated before, both Zig and Pacey plan to be with their girlfriends in the forseeable future:

Taking joy in their girlfriend's accomplishments:

Taking care of Maya/Joey while they're high/drunk:

It takes a long time, but eventually both couples find each other again.

And obviously, both thankfully ended up together! Zig moves to LA with Maya while Pacey is assumed to follow Joey to New York at some point after their reunion. Pacey eventually becomes a chef while Joey manages to get her dream, escaping Capeside and finding a fulfilling career. When we last see Zig and Maya, their lives are just starting out. But Maya is on her way to university to eventually work in the music industry. Zig's future is unknown, though it's always been clear that Zig has a talent for cooking, making it highly likely he'll also someday become a chef.

As for the differences, I'll keep it brief. Zig and Maya overall always had a pleasant, friendly sort of dynamic whereas Pacey and Joey constantly bantered, spending part of their formative years supposedly "hating" each other.

Okay, I'm officially done!

#mayamatlinscello #Long post #Not my gifs #I'm so sorry #But I'm telling you they're tethered even if I'm the only one that sees it #No one read this though #It's probably so full of typos but I'm sick of looking at it

[libraryofgage]

Addams Family Steddie AU Part 3

Part One | Part Two

To preface, a bitch is sick rn so if you see any typos, no you didn't lol

"Robin, this is serious."

Steve can perfectly see Robin rolling her eyes through the phone as she says, "Oh, right, I'm so sorry your fiance-to-be is the perfect boyfriend who takes you on wonderful dates and romances you every single second you're together."

"I'm starting to think you're jealous."

"I'd only be jealous if Eddie had tits."

"He'd probably get some if I asked."

In the silence that follows, Steve can imagine Robin's scrunched face: her crinkled nose and curled lips and generally disgusted eyebrow furrow. He counts down from six in his head and then mouths along as Robin says, "I'd hang up if I weren't so invested in your love life."

"For someone so invested, you're not helping."

He hears a put-upon sigh through the speaker and returns it with a sigh of his own. Steve gives up on sitting properly and collapses back onto his bed, staring at the unmoving ceiling fan Hulyet is currently hanging from to nap.

"Fine, fine, what's the actual problem again?" Robin asks, her question followed by the sound of her shutting a book (one of her science textbooks based on the sound it makes when closing) so she can give Steve her full attention.

"Eddie is always planning our dates, and they're always really good, right? So I want to plan a date in return, but I have no clue how to plan something we'll both equally enjoy. In fact, I have no clue how Eddie plans our dates in the first place."

"Just start with something he likes and try to find something you'll like in it."

"Okay, say it again, but pretend I'm five."

Robin sighs again, and Steve hears the creaking of her bed as she collapses onto it. "Okay, the last date he planned, it was a hockey game, right?"

"Yeah."

"So, you like sports. Hockey is an obvious jump from there, but was Eddie also having fun at the game?"

Steve hums, reviewing their date from the week before. He hadn't expected Eddie to pull out hockey tickets, but he'd looked forward to it nonetheless. The game itself was fun, and the rink was cold enough that Steve had been able to scoot closer to Eddie and complain about being chilly.

Of course, Eddie's immediate response was to pull out a lighter, open it, and flick a flame to life while asking, "How big of a fire do you want, Stevie?"

For a brief moment, Steve had considered the question. But then he'd realized a fire would disrupt the hockey game, so they probably shouldn't start one.

After grabbing the lighter and stuffing it into his own pocket, Steve leaned closer and whispered, "Wouldn't you rather put your arm around me?" Eddie had lit up, and his smile was wide enough to make Steve feel blinded as he wrapped an arm around Steve's waist and pulled him closer.

It had been wonderful and romantic, right up until both of them got way too into the game and completely forgot about cuddling in favor of shouting at the players to hit harder and actually draw some blood to get the puck.

Steve smiles a little at the memory. "Yeah, he enjoyed the violence."

"Well, we all enjoy seeing buff people get a little bloody," Robin says, and Steve can see the way she's nodding like a wise man. "Anyway, he probably knew he'd enjoy the whole violence part of the sport. So, follow that formula."

"What formula are you seeing here?"

"Thing fiance-to-be likes plus a small part of it you could probably enjoy equals romance. If that's too hard, just get him a gift and plan the date around that."

Well, it sounds easy when she says it like that. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because I'm the genius here, obviously. Now go plan a date so you can tell me all about it later. And I expect details, Steven. Sordid details. If I'm not quivering in my bodice, what's the fucking point."

"You don't even have a bodice. And my name isn't Steven."

"I'll get one, and your name is whatever's comedically appropriate."

"I found a good website for bodices and corsets, actually. I can send it to you."

"What are you doing on that website, Steve?" Robin asks, her voice light and eager.

Steve smirks, pulling the phone away from his ear and saying, "Wouldn't you like to know," before quickly hanging up. The phone stays silent for three whole seconds before Robin immediately calls back, but Steve is too busy laughing to actually pick up.

Part of why the Munsons moved to Steve's neighborhood is the cemetery within walking distance. The cemetery is at the very back of the neighborhood, hidden from people who don't actually live there. The front of the cemetery is perfectly presentable. The gravestones are clean and new, and flowers decorate most graves while others hold pebbles and stones of various sizes and colors.

The back of the cemetery, however, is a Munson paradise. The grass gives way to brown, under-watered weeds and dirt, the faded gravestones are covered in moss and plants climbing them, and the trees are perpetually leafless and spindly to create the perfect horror movie atmosphere. It was like that even before the Munsons moved to the neighborhood, but Steve doesn't actually know why.

The back of the cemetery is where Steve leads Eddie, occasionally looking back to make sure the blindfold covering Eddie's eyes is still in place. "You know, I was expecting more than walking when you pulled out the blindfold," Eddie says, squeezing Steve's hand.

"We're almost there," Steve promises, looking around them until he spots the picnic blanket and pillows he'd laid down earlier in front of a blank gravestone. There's a small projector on the edge of the blanket, facing the wall of a mausoleum, with a DVD player connected to it.

Steve stops at the edge of the blanket, takes a deep breath, and moves to stand in front of Eddie. "Okay," he says, reaching up and carefully pulling off the blindfold.

When it comes off, Eddie looks straight at Steve, not sparing a glance at the set-up behind him. "Are you the surprise?" he asks, sliding his hands around Steve's hips and pulling him closer.

"I'm not much of a surprise," Steve points out.

"You're the best gift I could ask for," Eddie says, sealing the words with a kiss that would be too easy for Steve to get lost in.

And he almost does, but he pulls away before Eddie's tongue can get too far into his mouth. "No, wait, you haven't seen the actual surprise," he mumbles, putting a few inches between them and gesturing to the picnic blanket.

Eddie's eyes light up, and he pulls Steve to the blanket. He sits against the headstone and tugs Steve down next to him. "Movie date in a graveyard? Very romantic, sweetheart," Eddie says, leaning close and kissing Steve's jaw.

"Well, that's not the whole surprise," Steve replies, leaning his head on Eddie's shoulder. He hears a quiet hum from above him and adds, "This is our spot."

"What? Like a make-out spot? We gonna sneak out in the middle of the night to make out right here twice a week?"

"Only twice?" Steve asks, his voice teasing as he tilts his head back to see Eddie smile. He doesn't give Eddie the chance to answer, though. Instead, he takes Eddie's hand and plays with his engaged-to-be-engaged ring. "I mean, this is our spot. We're leaning on our gravestone."

A few seconds pass before Eddie seems to actually process the words. When he does, he straightens up, tugging Steve away from the gravestone with him so he can see it. "Is this...a couple's plot?" he asks, his eyes wide as he looks from the stone to Steve.

Steve flushes, heat rising in his cheeks as he looks away. He takes a deep breath, deciding to just verbalize his thought process when he'd bought the plot. "I figured, well, we wouldn't want to be apart even in death. So we'll be buried together, you know? Our corpses will be embracing as we rot for eternity, becoming skeletons and dust that will only know each other."

The words are followed by silence, making Steve wonder if he somehow fucked up with his gift. He braces himself and glances up at Eddie to ask if he doesn't like it only to be pushed back on the blanket. Steve blinks, his brain barely catching up as Eddie kisses him. This is, by far, the most desperate kiss Steve has ever received from Eddie. It's a kiss that's practically begging Steve to give Eddie permission to swallow him whole, tuck him securely into the marrow of his bones, and hold him there so they'll never be apart.

Steve is a little confused, but he's far more interested in kissing back, sliding his fingers into Eddie's hair and tugging playfully as he bites Eddie's tongue. A rough growl in response sends shivers down Steve's spine, goosebumps spreading across his arms as Eddie pushes his hands under Steve's shirt.

Surprisingly warm fingers trail across Steve's abdomen before Eddie's hands settle on his hips, his pinkies teasingly pushing past the waistband of his jeans. Steve sighs softly, relaxing at the familiar sensation as he hooks one of his legs over Eddie's waist, pulling him close until their hips and chests are flush against each other.

Eddie grins against Steve's lips, his left hand trailing down Steve's waist to rest on his thigh, holding it in place as he teasingly grinds their hips together. Steve jolts, a surprised, quiet moan escaping him as his hands start to tremble with adrenaline and...well, sheer horniness if he's being honest.

"Please tell me we can fuck on our future grave," Eddie says, his voice low and husky as he speaks against Steve's lips.

Steve groans, fully agreeable to the idea only to realize two very important things. One, he doesn't have any lube, and two, he was actually looking forward to watching movies with Eddie, which wouldn't really happen if they got too distracted. Plus, you know, the whole sex in public thing, but that's not as big of a deal. Who's going to be visiting the cemetery on a Wednesday?

But Steve doesn't want to completely dash Eddie's hopes and the sheer joy in his eyes at the idea, so he presses another kiss to his lips and promises, "Later, Eddie."

Despite his disappointed expression, Eddie doesn't argue. He just sits up, pulling Steve with him so he stays in his lap. "I'll hold you to that, sweetheart," he whispers, kissing down Steve's neck until he reaches the point where it meets his shoulder. He bites down there, causing Steve to inhale sharply as he licks and sucks a hickey onto his skin.

Steve shakily exhales, biting his bottom lip to keep himself grounded. When it feels like Eddie is about to start on another hickey, Steve uses his grip on his hair to pull him back. "Stevie," Eddie breathes, his eyes dark as he looks up at him, "you know what pulling does to me."

Steve snorts, kisses his cheek, and climbs off his lap. "Keep it in your pants for now, babe. I actually want to get to the other part of this date," he says, moving over to the projector.

"And what's that?" Eddie asks.

"Classic monster movies," Steve says, grinning at the excited gasp that comes from Eddie as he turns on the projector. Once it boots up, the mausoleum wall shows the opening menu for a Monster Movie Collection DVD. Steve puts on Frankenstein, making sure the movie actually starts and the opening credits begin rolling before climbing back into Eddie's lap.

"I love you so fucking much," Eddie says, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist and hugging him close as he rests his chin on Steve's shoulder.

Steve grins, leaning back against him and idly playing with one of the rings on Eddie's fingers. "I love you, too. Now shut up and watch the movie. No more making out until at least this one is over."

"Yes, sir."

Steve can't help a soft laugh. He takes Eddie's hand, raises it to his lips, and playfully bites his palm before lacing their fingers together and focusing on the movie.

Tag List: @estrellami-1, @justforthedead89, @starman-jpg, @abstractnaturaldisaster, @sugartin, @ashwagandalf, @xjessicafaithx, If anyone else wants to be tagged in potential future parts, just let me know!

#steddie #steddie fic #addams family steddie #addams! eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #there's a reference to Addams Family Values in here #whoever notices it please know I love you #also #for anyone who was curious about that lol #this au has consumed me body and soul

[wolfish-trickster]

Don't make me choose

Gojo x fem!reader

Part 2

Word count: 1.4K

Summary: it's been some time since you've started dating the infamous Satoru Gojo. But lately you feel more like the two of you are just cuddle/fuck buddies and not a real couple. You make him choose his priorities which is something the strongest doesn't like.

Warnings: bad grammar (possibly), typos, angst, very little comfort

When Gojo Satoru first asked you out you couldn't be happier. The first time he caught your eye was when he zoomed past you together with Geto on one bike. You got so startled you fell to the ground and scratched your knee. You thought at first that they will just leave you there and probably laugh at you later at a pub, talking to their friends how they knocked over a clumsy girl in a park. What completely shocked you was Gojo running up to you with Geto pushing their bike behind him asking you if you were okay and if you need any help.

The rest is history.

Now, three years later, things have been going well. Mostly.

You had the ultimate boyfriend experience. Nice dates, wholesome anniversaries, moving in together, having fun. You did everything in your power to not get boring, for him to not get bored. You cooked, cleaned, asked him how his day was, acted silly with him even when you were exhausted after a long day.

So why? Why was he spending more and more of his free time away from you?

It started out small. The first time you started noticing was like a month ago. As soon as he came home he told you he's going to the pub with Geto and Nanami. You told him to have fun of course, not wanting to seem like that girlfriend that doesn't allow their boyfriends having fun without them. Then from one weekend it became every weekend. Both of you were busy during the week, the only time you had for yourself was during the night and weekend. It soon became just nights.

Even during the week it was "babe, i have a day off tomorrow i'm going to Geto's" or "sorry we have to move the date night to sometime else, Geto is sick and has no one to take care of him" and once even "babe, remember how you told me about this place you used to love as a child? I'm going there with Geto! What a coincidence, right?". The last one hurt the most. Honestly, the last one was also what made you start noticing these in the first place. Once you looked into the past and counted all the times Gojo chose to spend his free time with his best friend instead of you you nearly slapped yourself. It was too many times. How could've you been so blind?

All off days were for Geto. All special days were once again for Geto. Weekends, holidays, his and yours birthdays, all for Geto fucking Suguru.

You needed to have a talk with him.

If he comes back that is. Lately he started to have sleepovers with Geto. As if both of them were teenage girls. You did ask to join them but they always told you off to "not disturb their boy time".

Steps echo outside your apartment. The door unlocks. And in comes...

"Babe," comes the voice of your beloved white haired guy, "I'm home."

"I can hear that," came your answer. You prayed it didn't sound too agressive. Your stomach was full of nervous butterflies, making it even worse to come up with a decent way to start the talk.

While you were thinking he came from the entrance hall to the kitchen where you were sitting and kissed you on the crown of your head. "I wanted to ask, do we have plans next wendesday? Because Suguru said he'd-"

"Listen," you interrupted him before he could even finish, "can we talk?"

Gojo chuckled. "That's a very scary sentence."

"Why? Have something to hide?"

"Nope," he put his bag down and leaned his back against the wall, "I'm listening. What is it?"

You took a deep breath. Then another. "Don't you think you're spending a little too much time with Geto?"

His playful smile loosend into a neutral line. "Elaborate?"

"It's just... you've been with him so much lately and I miss being with you-"

"I'm with you all the damn time. Every single night we-"

"Can't you let me finish?!" you said a little louder than intended but enough is enough. "Is that all you see me as? A fuck-buddy to warm your bed?"

Gojo groaned in annoyance. "No, of course not. But you're literally overreacting over here!"

"Overreacting? How? By wanting my boyfriend to be home on his off days? To spend some time with me and have fun like before?"

"Have fun times with you? What am I your babysitter?"

"Are you Geto's? All the fun stuff we used to do you're doing with him!"

"No, no darling," he stood up straight and walked towards you, backing you into the corner, "all the stuff we used to do I did with him first. He's my best friend! I've known him half my life! You have to have at least a bit of empathy to understand that."

Even cornered by a giant of a guy like him you didn't feel fear. The butterflies in your stomach died. What remained was just pain in your chest predicting what was about to come.

"Do you even see me as your girlfriend anymore, Gojo?"

"Oh, so we are on last name terms again?" he asked sarcastically and walked away to pour himself a cup of water.

"Answer me."

You watched him drink. Slowly. You've never seen a man drink this slow.

"Of course I do," he put the glass down, "what kind of a bullshit question is that?"

"It's how I feel Gojo. You're never here with me!"

"I am here now aren't I?" he poked his chest with his forefinger. "I'm here every single day and night, twentyfour fucking seven ever since we moved in together! Well excuse me I want to have some quality time with my best friend from time to time!"

You didn't want this. The yelling, the arguing. But it has to be done.

Now as a finishing touch. "Who do you value more?"

"Excuse me?" was all he said, too surprised to not hear you yell in return, just calmly asking your question.

"Who is more important to you? Your best friend or your girlfriend?"

Gojo covered his face with his palms and threw his head back. "You can't be serious right now," he groaned. "Suguru is my best friend. You can't just make me choose!"

"So I'm below a best friend. I might as well be called your friend with benefits..." you say more to yourself than him.

"There you go hating yourself again," he shook his head. "I get it, you want to hear me say how much you mean to me, how you're the most important thing in the world and other stuff I've told you a million times already and yet you still slip into this state. I might as well record myself saying those things so you could listen to them everytime you're attention starved," he pinched the bridge of his nose.

He sighed. "You know what? I'm tired of this. I still care about you, but you have to understand Suguru is-"

"I know," you interrupt his rant. "I'm tired too."

Gojo sighs. "Okay. Good. I knew we could talk this out," he said and picked up his sleepover bag again. "I hate arguing with you."

He walked past you to the bathroom to dump his pyjamas into dirty laundry. "Let's go to bed, okay?" he shouted from there.

After a quick shower he walked out the bathroom with nothing but sweatpants on and a towel around his neck.

However you weren't there. Not in the bedroom, nor living room, nor anywhere else. Confused Gojo walked around the apartment, looking for any signs where you might be hiding. Maybe you want to jumpscare him again to light up the tension?

Fine, two can play this game. He tiptoed into the bedroom to your massive closet and yanked it open.

You weren't there. But neither were your things. He quickly checked under the bed to see your beloved backpack missing.

Panicked he started calling out for you, thinking this was just a prank.

It wasn't.

You made him choose and without even realizing it he did.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru angst #gojo angst #jjk gojo x reader

[4saken4gotten]

Head Canons For Dante From Devil May Cry

I think about Dante way too much so I thought I would share my thoughts on some head canons of my own. Especially since the fandom for me gets so fucking dryyyyyyy Like please, I need more content or I'm going to spontaneously combust and not even in a hot and sexy way. (Or it still will be I just wont feel like it, but looking like hell on wheels is the goal!) yes that was a Heathers reference don't come at me Am I cringe? Yes. Am I free? Yes. These are my SFW head canons for him! If I get to it I can make my NSFW head canons as well but we'll see about that. Gender Neutral Reader Pairing. For my bitches, bros and fellow nonbinary hoes. (My certification in making head canons is as follows: I have played DMC 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. I've read all the novels, and read 3 different fan translations of the novels we don't have official English translations for. I've watched the animated series at least 12 times and I've listened to all of the audio drama CD's. I have canon reasons for all my head canons but some of them are just little silly things because I brain rot. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.) I apologize in advanced for any typos and grammar mistakes and or just not making sense. I am dyslexic and autistic so I have a weird way of explaining things and will misspell basic words sometimes but I promise to do my best.

He's a big dork and his favorite thing to do is make his S/O laugh. Filling their soul with light is his favorite thing to do. teehee So he says the stupidest jokes to make them double over in laughter.

This is a bit of a double edged sword however since he uses humor and sarcasm as a major crutch / coping mechanism. He can be serious when the situation calls for it, but most of the time he doesn't want situations and mishaps to weigh on himself or those around him too heavily.

He's HELLA broke. So he'd take full advantage of free things to do like spending the night under the stars in a park after hours. Something that feels like "We aren't supposed to be out here!" but isn't really harmful / breaking the law.

I think he has some sort of collection of some sort. I think he collects seashells because they remind him of more serene times in his childhood. Probably hand sized conches or perhaps sand dollars (because its the only 'dollars' Lady cant swindle out of him ;u;)

Will die on the hill of pizza being a "balanced meal" insisting that it has all the important food groups therefore pizza is healthier than media wants people to think.

Despite his habits of leaving his pizza boxes about and letting Patty clean up after him- his own personal hygiene is actually really important to him. He always makes sure to take a shower after he gets back from every mission.

He honestly cant stand the scent of demon blood on him, it makes him a little anxious because it takes him back to the night of the fire / attack every time. (babyyyy boyyyyyyyyyyyy)

His love language is physical touch (giving) and acts of service (receiving). When he gets more comfortable with you, he's got some part of him touching you at all times: a thigh pressed against yours, a gentle hand around your shoulders or the small of your back, insistent on you laying on his shoulder or in his lap if you're tired. He'll be super appreciative of you organizing things when his mind gets too jumbled or he's just brooding.

I'm sick of people calling him lazy. I don't think he doesn't clean up because he doesn't want to- I think he's just overwhelmed most of the time / overstimulated to do anything if he's not in battle.

I strongly feel like he has some sort of ADHD, Depression and CPTSD due to his trauma. (Losing / killing his brother several times, his mother being killed, his father up and disappearing one day, losing his found family repeatedly: Grue, Nell, Jessica... etc)

He'd probably be super understanding of a neurodivergent s/o and be more than happy to "parallel play" in the shop. He reads his magazines on the couch with you while you read a book. Or he'll try to get some semblance of work done at his desk on the occasion while you watch your favorite tv show.

#devil may cry in love headcanon #devil may cry #dmc dante #headcanon #sfw headcanons

[shigarakisslutbag]

PLS DO SHIGGY THIGH FUCKING HCS thank u ily

I honestly didn't think I'd write on here again but I can't sleep and it's like 5:30 in the morning lol. So I'll write some thigh fuckin' headcanons to ease the stress 😎 (also TW: for thigh fucking, somnophilia, long post in general LMFAO. If I missed anything I apologize. Also it's now 6:19 after finishing it so there's probably typos I've missed after briefly skimming this so Im also sorry for that LMFAO)

(EDIT after writing. I'm so sorry this ended up not being headcanons and was just a full on drabble I found of pulled out of my ass but I hope you still enjoy it lol)

Now truthfully I havent even watched/finished the seasons after season 4 lol. I'm in the middle of season 5 still because I'm severely depressed and can't enjoy anything. But that doesn't mean I don't still love shigaraki and tbh I still read fanfiction from time to time about him or dabi.

I feel like a lot of people paint shigaraki as either absolutely vile and grimey or just aloof and soft with a grumpy attitude. And I feel like it's a bit of both. Which really plays into his sex life (if he'll ever have one). But even without a sex life, his personality most certainly plays into his fantasies and kinks.

I want to also emphasize that fantasies are just that, fantasies. Shigaraki most likely has plenty of fantasies that he'd never dream of acting out with his partner should he ever have one. I feel like even if he had some sick fantasies or kinks, and you happened to be okay with it, he would still be iffy because if this man, for whatever reason, picked you out of everyone else?? He's not going to treat you like absolute garbage. Shigaraki is definitely not the nicest person by any means, but by God if he cares about someone he fucking cares. Esp because you're probably the only person who actually loves him in his entirety. So if he's into noncon, somnophilia, predator/prey play, or whatever, it's going to be a while before he gets comfortable bringing up any of those fantasies with you.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way, you're wondering "goddamnit ash shut the fuck up and tell me the thigh f-" wELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD YOU LISTEN TO SEGGSY MONOLOGUE OR YOU GET NOTHING. ty luv u.

Okay so his fantasies right ? What are shigarakis kinks ? Does he have any? Oh absolutely. And they range from either something as light and soft as hickeys and tying you up in silk while eating you out for 2 hours to nipple clamps and making you wail with hot tears and shoving a dildo down your throat telling you take it like you've taken every other mans cock down your throat because he knows stupid sluts like you are always capable of doing those things if you know it'll make your pussy soak the sheets.

Now it's not his top fantasy, but thigh fucking. And God do you have the prettiest thighs. It doesn't matter is there's stretch marks, if they're chubby, skinny, or if you have immense scarring on them he LOVES them. He loves how soft they are. He loves how they look in shorts or a skirt (esp when you keep trying to pull them down a bit because they're a size smaller than what you wanted so they don't pudge out). He loves how your delicate hands lay on top of your thighs while you fiddle with your fingers out of nervousness. He loves the way they move when he walks behind you, you have a walk that puts any model to shame. He just loves them . And by God does he throb at thought of getting to push his cock past your sweaty or oily thighs. The head of his dick barely kissing your clit each time he thrusts. But that's not the biggest and best part at all. He wants to wake you up to it. You've told him countless times he can wake you up to any sexual acts but he's still nervous. But he's really horny right now. And you're sweaty from the lack of AC and you're naked on your side sleeping away. But he genuinely can't think of anything else other than how wet your pussy must be right now and how slick your thighs must be from the heat of the room. His cock is absolutely aching to slide between your thighs and folds. He has never felt so hungry until he met someone with a body as inviting as your own. He's been stroking for the past couple minutes but it's just not enough .

He peels off the throw blanket you have over you because despite the heat you always love your blanket to sleep. But even after the blanket is removed you still don't wake . He slowly examines your body and grazes his hand down your body. Going over your shoulders and arms to ribs to hip bone. Finally meets that beautiful soft ass of yours. He gentle lifts your thigh to angle and can see your pussy . Its so wet and glistening from the lights on the street coming in through your window, beaming in and lighting up your skin to a beautiful warm glow.

He lifts up one of your slick folds, seeing your pretty clit and rubbing his thumb in tiny circles on it. He can't take it anymore and slides his cock between your thighs, his shaft rubbing your leaking pussy and making your clit throb even more. You may be asleep but your cunt is always awake and ready to be touched by him.

He starts thrusting slowly to building up that pressure in his groin to make his orgasm feel even better in the end. He can feel you coating his shaft with your juices more and more with each desperate thrust he makes to your thighs. Your thighs are so sweaty and warm and grip his dick so nicely taking any and every drop of cum he wants to and could ever give you. He can hear slight wet sounds coming from your cunt with each thrust that keeps getting more rapid and animalistic with each thrust because you dont know how to stop being such a needy whore all the time even in your sleep. Before he knows it you're gushing and your cum is on the sheets making him go over the edge. Now he's spitting thick, white shots of cum all over your thighs while drops of it roll down your skin onto the bed as well. You're still mostly asleep, but youve adorned a dazed smile on your face with a satisfied tomura passed out next you .

#somnophilia #my stuff #stuff #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura x reader #shimura tenko #shigaraki drabble #tenko shimura

[generic-whumperz]

Intro Post & Masterlist(s)

THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN ADULT CONTENT, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! 

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Other works can be found at the bottom of this post under “Story Stuff,” but there isn't much else because I'm focusing on The Aid for now.

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About me:

🔪I prefer to be anonymous on here, so just call me “Generic/Gen,” them/them, mid (quit lying to yourself) late-20’s.

🔪Dyslexic bitch & silly goose—please excuse typos, misspellings, and any grammatical errors! I don’t have an editor or beta reader, so cut me some slack; I re-read and edit as best as I can, but my brain be playin’ tricks on me, and shit falls through the cracks! Just manage your expectations is all I’m sayin’, I’m not a professional.

🔪I’m (unfortunately) an American and my obnoxious word choice will probably reflect that.

🔪I’m currently a full-time college student taking a fucking break! But still, any written works I choose to share will not be uploaded on a set schedule (I write slow, my brain only occasionally works, & I’m busy), I apologize in advance!    

🔪I run a queue- there I said it! I am shameless about it, and nah I won’t tag it.

🔪I’m not a professional writer nor am I going to school for an english degree. I write for funsies and this is mostly just a hobby for now.

🔪Lover of cryptids (Mothman fucks), paranormal enthusiast and certified Haunted™️. Weird shit WILL leak into my writing eventually. Don’t be surprised if a ghost or skin walker makes a cameo. It’s more fun this way, just go with the flow.

What You’ll See Here: 

All types of Whump; I’m talking all of it bay-bee (detailed types below this section), including: polls, writings, prompts, tropes, scenarios, art, gifs, etc.

Reblogs-a-plenty

Really bad home grown memes 

Whumpy rambling coming straight from my delirious brain

My own sub-par short stories, ficlits, and maybe even an eventual series or two

My own mediocre art (eventually)

Whump I fuck with (like a said, pretty much all of it!):

All gender & POC whump (including lady whump, lady whumpers, mixed gendered Whumpee & Whumper combos, etc. Errybody getting whumped ‘round here.)

APOCALYPSE

Hurt/comfort

Hurt/no comfort

No hurt/comfort

Physical, emotional, and mental (if there’s all three it’s a magical trifecta of hurt)

Sickfics (I HATE being sick so I get it)

Medical (totally have iatrophobia—I’m a wuss who’s terrified of doctors and hospitals—so once again, I gettt ittt)

Lab (this is like medical, but worse)

Pet (including WRU, BBU, etc.)

Dehumanization

Captivity (short & long term)

Multiple Whumpees, multiple Whumpers

All types of Whumpees, give me stoic, give me angsty, defiant, broken, cursed, conditioned, big, small, ALL OF IT

All types of Whumpers, but especially those creepy and intimate ones that make you want to rip your own skin off (look, I’m here actively seeking out to have a bad time—bad time=good time)

Caretakers in any and all form, my favorites are platonic or found-family caretakers, but if Whumpee just so happens to find their new boo-thang, love that for them just the same.

Recovery and caretaking

Gore and body horror

TORTURE

Chains, restrains, collars, rope—just tie that B down!

Fantasy, sci-fi, paranormal, supernatural, magic

Historical, present, future

Non-human (and human)

Cannibalism

Explicit stuff like non-con, dub-con, forced drugging, etc. I will always add TW’s and tags to my posts containing hardcore stuff and it will be marked ‘mature’!

 

Whump I refuse to Touch with a 10-foot pole:

Anything explicit with minors

Furries (sorry, I just fucking CAN’T)

Other Story Stuff & Random Things:

Subject X: BB217 Intro

#whump blog #pinned intro #introduction #introducing myself #blog intro #intro post #whump intro #certified whumper

[obstinatecondolement]

Having kind of a post-NaNoWriMo dip in mood re: the fic groove I have been in tbh. (mental illness and insecurity bullshit, mensturation mention cw)

I do still feel Very Strongly about the ideas I have and I do want to write them/continue working on them in the case of the two WIPs I started this week, but without the external structure of the event it's harder to thinking about sustaining that, especially given that I was making so many glaring mistakes that I feel looked very amateurish (I know it's an amateur hobby, but whatever, I expect very ridiculously high standards of myself in almost everything that I would never hold anyone else to and it's always crushing when I inevitably fail to meet them, lol).

The things I was getting wrong were mostly basic spelling errors, using the wrong word in common phrases that turned things into the uncanny valley of that phrase that didn't not make sense but weren't how anyone would say that particular thing naturally, accidentally flipping word order (or not rephrasing the rest of a sentence properly after copying and pasting things around, etc.), and just, like ... random gibberish typos that only became obvious to me after I posted, despite trying really hard to self edit myself carefully.

It's very difficult for me to have the focus to be able to do that sort of detail oriented task when things are in fast-brain mode. And, like, attention to detail is something I am typically very good at, so it's deeply embarrassing to me, especially in a new fandom where I'm creating a first impression.

And like, more generally I also feel like the shine has kind of gone off me and, I know that this is just my literal mental illness distorting my perception of Everything, but it feels like the fandom is already kind of over me because I'm too much. This is all very much a me problem and I don't think it's true or that anyone has treated me badly or done anything that would reasonably create this impression to a person who was not Going Through It (hence the read-more and, like, also: if you are a recent Ghosts follower you have done nothing wrong and have been nothing but nice to me and I don't want you to reassure me*, I'm just insane and I need to get a grip/have serious mental health issues and need to be better at distress tolerance and not being so insecure in how I'm perceived and prone to assuming that people are sick of me.

But, anyway, I think that part of this is just like... also pretty normal? Hypomanic episodes can last up to months, but usually they do fizzle out much sooner than that for most people most of the time, so I think that I just have kind of run out of steam and now I'm going low again having been pretty high for a sustained two-ish weeks and the very obvious external end of the line signal given by NaNo ending has kind of naturally triggered that downturn.

And I am like, speaking pretty approximately here? I think I probably have mixed episodes more than pure hypomanic episodes, for the most part? But, yeah, I don't know. I think the rollercoaster is coming out of a corkscrew and it's just going down now. Which, you know, does suck but it also won't last forever, so that is some comfort. I also still think I might be premenstrual, which does fuck with my head a lot, so, y'know. TL;DR, I'll be fine, but I am having a hard time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

*Like, genuinely, please don't. This is a Me problem and I think it would be bad both for me and for my relationships with others if I were to make the people around me feel that they had to constantly protect my feelings by showering me with attention and reassurance, or whatever. And also, like, I'd feel Very Bad if I thought other people felt guilted into doing that because I made a vent post about my irrational feelings that I know full well on an intellectual level are not reflecting an objective reality, because other people do not deserve to feel personally responsible for the bullshit my brain pulls on me.

[crowithy]

OC info dump if I don't fall asleep while writing this! It's late but I'm cold and can't sleep so I'm writing Beware of typos and shitty autocorrect!

(And general incoherent thoughts)

This is mostly about my WOF OCS, specifically the ones in the world I made up

First ocs! Horse and Sable!

Sable is an icewing who grew up in one of the higher circles. For those who don't know, the circles are basically separate classes, the lower the number the higher the ranks and status. This put a lot of pressure on her especially with her having to help work the store her parents ran. He also had a sister named fox, not much on her though except she has central heterochromia! Blue eyes with brown in the center! (This is very important). Anyways st some point her parents get extremely sick and eventually (due to negligence from doctors who were a circle above) they died. This left Sable to have to take over the store entirely and take care of Fox as well. Sable was never as strict with Fox as their parents were, Fox was only 3 when they died she didn't need that on top of grief. Years later the store does so well that the queen herself decides to go in for a custom cape, she wouldn't pay cause she's the queen but she prized they could move up a circle. This caused Fox (around 8ish at this point) who had heard all of Sables grumbles about how horrible the rings were and how terrible the queen was for implementing the circle system. This made the queen incredibly angry and nearly threatened Fox before sable ran between them and pleaded with her not to hurt her sister. Taking the blame for it, it was her fault Fox said all that, she should be punished instead. Sable ended up in jail while Fox was out in an orphanage in a much lower circle. After a few days Sable was exiled from the icewing kingdom.

Time passes, Sable finds herself coming a cross a scavenger den(human village) that was recently attacked, smoke still rising from a few buildings. Taking it as a chance for an easy meal she looked around. She heard a scavenger baby crying and she went up to it, fulling planning to eat it until she saw its eyes. Blue with brown in the center.

She couldn't eat it, no not with how much this poor thing reminded her of her sister. She then took the child with her, she couldn't leave it. It's parents were likely dead, the house collapsed in the back

When she originally found the baby, she had the approach of someone adopting a stray kitten they find. For awhile she saw him as more of a pet than a child, that was until it started mimicking her growls and hisses. Like a baby babbling trying to speak. Soon it started growling out actual words. She realized that she should probably name him, scavengers usually have lots of horses with them so Horse seems to be the best name for the lil guy!

The story i plan to write with these guys (if I ever do)

Take a place around when Horse is about 14ish years old, and I don't really have a plan for it other than the characters who are in it and Horse has a brother (his name is Bear btw)

Some Bear lore rq. He was about 3ish when Horse was found by Sable. He was with a family member at the time of the attack on the village and was running to his house when he saw Sable fly off with his brother. This has stuck with him his entire life. The family member he was with quickly took him someplace safer. They are then found by cultists who promised them safety from dragons. They were skeptical but had no options left, they lost everything in the attack there was no way they could take care of Bear or even themself like this.

The cult worships the Nightwing queen (named either goddess or heaven I'm still deciding) because of comedic yet terrifying timing. During a gathering the leader was having a speech, the exact words are undertimines but it kinda ended in "and if I am wrong then god itself shall strike me down! " to which the Nightwing queen eats him in one bite.

Okay I need to sleep now I shall fix typos in the morning feel free to ask questions about my ocs I'd love to answer any

#crowithy ocs #oc infodump #crowithy oc - horse #crowithy oc - sable #crowithy oc - bear #long post

[pastel-clown-friends]

I need some help from clown owners!

I was to preface this with the fact that I've never owned clown before. I've had friends with clown pets and my cousin currently has a common white faced clown I believe he is. I have owned plenty of dogs and cats before and even a few rats, but I have no experience with owning a clown.

Onto the story of how I ended up with my first clown.

So I was walking home from work during a recent sleet storm and I had heard whimpering and honking inside a nearby bush. The bush was shaking and shivering and the pained sounds made it so I had to approach.

When I moved some of leaves aside I found this tiny, and I mean tiny, clown girl cowering from the wet snow falling from the sky. I immediately pulled her from the bush she was stuck in and hid her in my coat pocket. She was small enough to fit in there and the poor dear was ice cold. It was nearly freezing, as I live in Illinois, and thr sleet was coming down hard.

I could tell she was scared based on he way she bit my finger but she was too weak to really anything else as I put her in my warm pocket and started to hurry home. Luckily I lived just a block away and so I was able to get her out of the cold weather and into my heated apartment very quickly. I immediately got her washed up in my sink, being as gentle as I could. She was extreamly weak and is probably sick from how dirty she was and how cold it was. She wasn't wearing a lot of clothing, just a cupcake dress and petticoat, stockings, and arm warmers, and what she had on wasn't very thick. She didn't have a hat or shoes.

I immediately set up some food for her, but I wasn't sure what to give her. All I had were jelly beans and a cotton candy flavored candy cane and she looked like she was upset at the choices but ended up eating them out of sheer hunger.

I set her up near my space heater on a bunch of scrunched up fuzzy blankets and a hello kitty plushie and she fell asleep very quickly.

What I need help with is what to do next and what breed she is.

Here is a list of her attributes. I would have gotten a picture of her but she is really skittish and doesn't seem to like the camera.

White skin

Pink hair spit into two low pigtails, reaches the ground when she stands up

Purple heart shaped eyebrows

Blue eyes

Light Blue nose

Light Blue markings on her cheeks, triangles

Purple lips

Her clothing was entirely the same shades of light blue and pink.

Sharp teeth

Barcode on the back of her neck

I'm very worried about the fact that she has sharp teeth. I've never seen a clown with sharp teeth before.

But the barcode is scary. Because it's a tattoo. But she looks small enough to be a todler despite having very long hair and a full set of teeth.

Please if any clown parents could help me in the comments. It's 2 am but tomorrow I'm gonna bring her to the nearby clown vet. I'm gonna make sure she is okay and has her shots and then I'm gonna see if she is chipped.

Do clowns even get chipped like dogs or cats? These are the things I need help with. I am so sorry if I did anything wrong, but I'm really shaken up and just want to save this poor baby. She is very cute and once again looks so small... its worrying.

Sorry for any typos both my thumbs and most of my fingers are bandaged from thr many times she bit me.

(Date of posting 12/4/22)

#clowncore #clownblr #clown posting #clown friend #clown #clowns #circuscore #circus #kidcore #clown husbandry #clown help #clown oc #pastel clown friends storyline

[hydrus]

Version 552

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tar.zst

I had a great week. There's a bunch of small fixes and improvements, and the addition of 'system:has transparency' search.

full changelog

has transparency

So, the database can now remember if a file has transparency. This might mean a file with fully transparent pixels, or it might just be an area that is semi-transparent. You can now search it under the new 'system:file properties' entry, selecting 'system:has/no transparency' (or you can just type it).

Like 'has exif' and others before it, 'has transparency' will be correct for all new files instantly, but figuring it out for your existing files will take a bit of background maintenance work. It will take some time for the full results to populate. You can review how much it has still to do under database->file maintenance->manage scheduled jobs.

Note that this is not a 'this file is RGBA' test. There are a bunch of files out there with an alpha channel that is all 100% opaque, so my 'has transparency' check actually looks for impactful transparency information in the image. I'm also keeping it simple to start with, so we are scanning all images except jpegs and animated gifs. No Krita or PSD or anything yet--I'm not sure if our various rendering hacks are even able to pass along accurate alpha info.

As always, I'm interested in seeing any unusual files that fail the test. However, while doing this work, I encountered several files that looked normal but still got the 'has transparency' label. When I inspected them closer, I discovered they had a single 98% opaque pixel, or a border with a slight fade, or just one invisible corner pixel. Maybe some of these pixels are secret artist markers, or perhaps they are tool errors or drawing tablet smudges. They probably aren't really what we are interested in finding with a 'system:has transparency', so be on the watch for them and let me know how bad the problem is in an IRL client. Maybe I can fine-tune this system to say 'image is at least 0.3% transparent'.

other highlights

I fixed a stupid logical typo in the folder move/copy tech changes from last week. If you couldn't run an internal backup or migrate your hydrus folders around, sorry for the trouble! Should all work correct again.

I fixed the 'open externally' thumbnails position if your thumbnail supersampling is >100%, and made it so files without thumbs (e.g. zip, epub) will show their filetype thumb or the hydrus icon.

'system:number of character tags > 4' now parses if you type it in (previously, this didn't support the namespace filter). 'unnamespaced' should work too.

'system:has audio' and the 'system:embedded metadata' stuff, which never had good homes, are now all merged under that new 'system:file properties' entry. If you can't find something weird, check there!

next week

Everyone around me is sick, and I can feel myself going, so it may be up in the air! In any case, I think I'd like to take a simple code cleanup week. Nothing too clever or amazing, but should be some small fixes and QoL.

#Youtube

[monster-fricker]

Chapter 9: Rationality (Actual Final Chapter)

Male Orc (He/Him pronouns) x Female Human Reader (She/Her pronouns) - NSFW Chapter

- Okay, I lied. I cannot end a story on a not entirely fluffy note. This is the last chapter. I'm glad I added it because it's definitely my favorite. I didn't proof-read because I'm sick though, so if you see a typo, no you didn't. Lots of NSFW and lots of cuteness. Onto the next story now. -

You woke up with the weight of an orc pinning you down. Galaak's arm was tucked sweetly around your middle, his head resting on your chest. He snored as loudly as you'd expect all orcs would and you found it more endearing than anything else.

You decided not to wake him up for awhile, enjoying the way his skin felt against yours, how his hair smelled of sweat and earth. He was beautiful and, in the wisps of morning slumber, he was entirely yours.

After an hour- perhaps more, perhaps less- Galaak's body stirred. He opened his eye with sedated effort until it was finally fixed on yours. You cupped his chin and kissed his lips briefly. He smiled and grumbled something unintelligible in response.

"Not much of a morning person, I take it?" you asked, caressing his cheek as you allowed his head to drift back to your chest.

His voice was still sodden with sleep. "Mm, I think someone just wore me out last night."

You chuckled quietly, allowing your fingers to mindless trace his jaw. "Sorry, I'll make sure not to do it again."

Galaak tilted his head to look at you, eye narrowed in fake offense. "I didn't say all that," he grumbled and his hand clutched your waist. You didn't know if it was the sweetness of the scene or your insatiability when it came to his touch, but you felt heat between your legs, slithering through every limb.

"No?" you whispered, planting a kiss on the top of his head. "Do you want me to wear you out again?" Even in his grogginess, you could hear the low rumble in the hum he gave as a response. His hand trailed up your torso until it reached your breast and he squeezed, more tenderly than he had the night before, and you bit your lip all the same. His fingers teased at your nipple and you could see his other hand move to his cock, already half-erect, lazily stroking himself.

"Can I ask you a favor?" He looked up at you and nodded before sucking at your nipple, smirking when you inhaled sharply. "I- I want to see all of you, Galaak."

He cocked his head, raising his eyebrow. "I am pretty sure you saw everything last night, little one."

You raised your hand to touch his face and grazed your fingertips on the eyepatch he had not taken off since you met. "All of you."

Galaak suddenly became shy, inspecting your expression, probably considering outright refusal. But he softened and breathed, "Are you sure? It's not pretty."

You did not answer with words, merely placing two fingers beneath the patch, waiting for his permission to remove it. He shook is head in agreement and you lifted it away, revealing the damaged eye beneath.

The scar truly did run through it, a permanent path dug through its entirety. There was no visible pupil. Instead, an airy blending of milky blue. You thought to the bandits and the sky woven of maple. You thought to the his skin, a lush and virid meadow, now enmeshed with yours. Watercolors. A painting.

"You are so beautiful, Galaak." The words seemed to startle him, blush flourishing across his cheeks. You could not imagine anything more beautiful, in fact. Not in life or afterlife, fact or storybooks. He was beyond it all. "I want you inside me." Your voice was insistent and breathy. "I need you."

Galaak fumbled only for a moment before shifting himself on top of you, propping himself up to ensure you would not experience his full weight. You could feel his cock brushing against your sex, but he snaked his hand down instead, swiping his finger along your slit. "You're so wet," he heaved. You let out an affirmative whimper and he dipped his finger inside you, the whimper quickly turning into a moan. His thumb swirled around your clit as he explored you and, as your body finally adjusted to the digit, he pushed another finger inside, then another, never letting up on your swollen clit. You arched your back and mewled, the feeling of his hand stretching you open and filling up up leading you to the edge. But he pulled out of you, bringing the fingers to his lips and sucking on them with hunger, tasting your wetness.

"Are you ready?" he asked. Galaak's eyes were wanton, heavily lidded. You could tell he was desperate for this, for you, and you whined a please, though your senses were so heightened, you could have easily have said nothing and not noticed.

He bent back to his knees, placing your legs on his shoulders. His cock was weeping and throbbing for attention. You weren't sure you could take it all, but you were desperate to try. Galaak grasped the thick base and positioned it against your entrance, eyeing you one last time before slowly thrusting inside.

You didn't know you had been holding your breath until that moment, but the exhale that escaped you was audible, a whine. The heat of his thickness was overwhelming, nearly too much, stretching you into a state of burning oblivion. Galaak groaned with every inch sinking deeper and once fully inside, he stopped, waiting for your direction, clearly trying to suppress his urge to move. Despite the pain, there was pleasure too. You rocked further against him, eliciting a low growl. "Please move. Please fuck me."

This was all he Galaak needed. His hips thrust in a steady rhythm, filling you up and leaving you empty, the initial slowness easily becoming rough and fast, merciless, and you wanted no mercy. Galaak watched his cock bury inside you, grunting aggressively. "You're so fucking tight," he growled between curses. You moaned in response, every snap of his hips filling you up deliciously, jolts of heat radiating through your core. You were close, incredibly close. When he leaned forward, finding leverage by pinning your wrists to the bed, grunting wildly, your voice slipped into a slew of moans. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock," Galaak hissed, and you did, walls tightening, the world disappearing around you, only him and you and the encompassing pleasure.

After a few more thrusts, he began humping in sporadic bursts, and with one final jerk of his hips, he buried himself in you completely, groaning loudly, hot cum filling your cunt until it leaked out around him.

He stayed there for awhile, cock twitching as he rode out his high, before releasing himself from you and falling onto bed beside you. You both enjoyed the silence, the feeling of you curled up in his arms. It was intimate. It was messy. It was all that mattered in that moment.

"I stand by my statement that you wear me out," Galaak huffed, both of you chuckling, still dizzy from orgasm.

"And I make no apologies for it."

"No, I can't imagine you would. Nor would I want you to," he laughed.

There was silence for a few more minutes, the stillness of trying to catch your breaths.

"So what now?" you asked.

Galaak sat up abruptly and grinned. "Now? Now lemon cake."

You scoffed and started to laugh. "I should have bought you an apron instead of beads."

Mischief lined his smile. "Who said I was making it?"

You narrowed your eyes in fake anger and slapped his arm.

It would be irrational to say it was love, to dream of forever. But you had never been a rational person. And you certainly weren't going to start now.

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#monster x reader #monster x human #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster bf #orc x human #orc boyfriend #orc x reader #terato #lemon

[terichii]

Stalking | Haitani

Warnings: clumsy english text, typos

Can I just write something before I see these beautiful boys in the new episode?

Ran

You knew for sure that you had already seen this guy. By a stupid accident, one day he helped you collect your things that were scattered all over the street. Since then, he surprisingly often began to catch your eye. You noticed him on the way to and from work when you went to the store or just walked around the city. Sometimes he was passing by you and smile, which was confusing, but sometimes you noticed how he was watching from afar. In the end, it was like being paranoid. It seemed that you were about to see these two braids that callused your eyes, sitting on the sofa in your living room.

And you've come to terms with it. Almost. Until something happened.

"You've been finishing up pretty late lately."

"Eh?...",- the familiar voice sent shivers down your spine. You froze, unable to move. But you didn't want to turn your head because you probably knew it was him. Now it was just like a terrible dream that did not want to let you go.

"Do you need a ride?"

Swallowing, you turned around. Yes, it was him. That creepy guy with those stupid braids that you hated. Leaning on the steering wheel of the bike and propping his chin on his hand, he looked at you with a narrowed eye and a grin.

"Uh...n-no, thank you, I'm not far here...", - but you're lying and it seems that he understands this. The time was really late, and you live far away. But right now you were thinking about how to escape from him. You walked further along the street, periodically glancing at him and speeding up your pace. If you had the opportunity, you would have run with all your might now, but you knew that this opportunity was not there. You definitely can't overtake a bike.

The guy caught up with you, looking right into your face, the grin became even wider when he realized what was going on, it seemed that he felt you too well, - "Are you afraid of me?"

"What?? Of course not", - the words, full of indignation, literally burst out of you. No, you weren't afraid of him, you were already sick of seeing him. Isn't that right? Right? ...

From your harsh words, he looked thoughtfully somewhere up into the night sky, before turning back to you, - "That's how...but…"

But you're already gone.

Pausing in mid-sentence, Ran began to look around, peering into the depths of the dark streets. He pursed his lips when he realized where you went – to a remote alley. The place is not the safest.

Your rapid footsteps echoed hollowly from the concrete walls of the narrow alleys. Hoping to take a shortcut and get out of here as soon as possible, you wound through unfamiliar courtyards until you once again came to a dead end.

"Damn",- your thoughts began to get confused again, a tight lump rose somewhere in your throat, you felt panic. If you go back, he will be there. But you're tired of looking for a way out.

"Hey, baby, are you lost?"

Lost in your thoughts, you did not notice how three criminal-looking guys turned out to be nearby. One of them came up to you with an imposing gait, unceremoniously grabbing you by the waist, the disgusting type pulled you closer to him.

"Why are you so tense, relax, we can help you with this, right, guys?", - the guy looked at his friends and laughed, they also took up his initiative.

Unpleasant laughter causes a headache, for a second you thought that you could just give up, that this is not happening to you and it has gone too far.

"Take your hands off!!", - pushing him away from you with a sharp jerk, you jumped back a couple of steps.

The guy staggered, but stood on his feet, although an unpleasant aching pain spread over his chest, which caused his cheerful mood to instantly evaporate, giving way to anger, - "Catch this bitch."

After these words, you immediately slipped back into the narrow alley along which you came, when the others ran after you. Out of the corner of your ear, you heard threats flying after you. You ran, running out of strength until you found an even narrower alley with containers behind which you could hide.

Footsteps and voices echoed past your shelter, sweat broke out on your face, and your legs were buzzing because of the heavy load, but you were still sitting stiffly on the cold, dirty asphalt, unable to move and breathe calmly.

But the panic again covered you when the steps were approaching in your direction, and the shadow fell on the wall of the building opposite. But you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the tall figure of a guy you already know. It seems that for the first time you were happy to see him.

"Are you okay?", - an excited expression appeared on his face as he looked you up and down and held out his hand to help you up.

"Yes, I was just a little scared...", - you accepted the help and got up on your numb legs, brushing off your clothes from the dirt, - "Thank you for...oh...you have blood on your cheek", - you didn't understand why you were worried about him, seeing only a small scratch on his face, but...from this angle, you noted that your pursuer was very cute, which made your cheeks turn pink.

"Hmm?", - passing his hand over his cheek, he looked at his fingers, which really had smeared blood on them, but..- "It's not mine", - the guy smiled gently, which caused you confusion, but you were calm.

"Do you see how many problems there are just because you didn't agree to my offer?", - a light chuckle eased the tension between the two of you as he held out his hand to you again, - "So can I give you a ride?"

Confused, even more, you looked uncertainly into his eyes and, not seeing the danger, carefully put your hand in his, - "I think...yes."

Rindou

"I think it's starting to rain...", - a familiar voice drawled thoughtfully to your's right, while you were standing at the intersection and was waiting for the green light.

From surprise, you turned around and shuddered – in the crowd of people waiting for the signal, there was him - a guy with blond hair and a very ordinary sharp face. The purple eyes shine a little, brazenly looking at your's face. Without turning around, he opens his umbrella right at the moment when the first thunderclap sounds somewhere in the distance.

"Aren't you afraid of getting wet?", - It became obvious that this guy was talking to you, taking a light step past those standing around.

"No", - you whisper, taking a step back.

Suddenly, a beep is heard behind him. The cars on the road freeze, and the flow of people rushes forward, carrying you away. Your thoughts were confused as your legs desperately carried you somewhere ahead. You had already passed the crossing, but something made you turn around. Your heart stopped for a moment, then began to pound wildly – you saw him among the huge mass of heads. His blond, disheveled hair shone like the sun from under a black umbrella. It seems that he also noticed you – a friendly smile appeared on his face. Lifting his umbrella, he waved vigorously at you with his free hand.

This innocent gesture caused a wave of icy goosebumps to run down your back, and you hurried to escape from a crowded place to some courtyards.

You ran for a long time, ragged breath coming out of your mouth until the strength left you, and you stopped. You needed to catch your breath. The rain was beating harder and harder on your head. Your hair and clothes were soaked through

"You'll catch a cold if you keep running like this," - he suddenly heard very close to your ear.

You jumped on the spot and turned around. It's him again! And how does he manage to catch up with you, while maintaining an absolutely calm appearance?..

The guy came closer, taking advantage of your confusion. He held out his hand. Cold…

His angular hand slid onto your forearm and, moving up, pulled uncomfortably on your wet sleeve.

"What do you want from me?...", - you whispered very softly. Your voice was hoarse, frightened. You were shaking all over.

A real hurricane of thoughts was spinning in your head. The first meeting was on a clear evening, a sweet, promising conversation. When did everything go wrong? Now he was following your constantly. At first, he seemed unobtrusive and courteous – he met you, accompany you through dangerous streets to the house. But...after one of the meetings, everything changed. Or not?

"I just want to walk you home", - as always, he smiled warmly with his simple smile, as if he did not understand how creepy he looks now, in their "accidental" meeting. - "Yes, and this rain is so not at the right time. And I see you don't take an umbrella…"

"Fuck off already!", - you screamed and started running again, leaving the frightening interlocutor in slight confusion.

The rain was falling harder and harder, blurring the view with a solid wall. Where did you run to? You didn't care anymore. A straight section, a turn, another turn, a wide street that you run diagonally, ignoring the indignant shouts in the back. The lights of the signs and windows dance around you. Everything merges into a strange nightmare, where bright colors are just decorations. Your heart continues to pound wildly, the noise of blood in your ears is deafening.

That's when you bump into someone's thick carcass. An elastic blow throws you to the wet asphalt. Your hands are burning with pain, and you finally come to your senses.

You were now sitting in some dark alley, where neither lonely windows nor the black doors of various eateries do not go out.

A moment of confusion.

"S-sorry", - you rise, leaning on a skinned palm. It stings. – "I just…"

"Are you lost, beautiful?" - A high-pitched adult voice was heard.

You lookup. In front of you is a heavy man significantly exceeding you in height. He chuckles slightly as he looks at you. And now he was reaching out to you

"Let me examine your hands...", - a hard grip shackles your right wrist, pulls forward.

You are overwhelmed by panic, you can't resist it, are absolutely tired. From despair and pain, you began to howl softly.

"Well, well", - the man encouraged you, smiling maliciously, continuing to pull you to him. – "There's nothing terrible here, dear, now I'll help you get rid of the pain…"

The other hand was also close to your body. It seemed that something irreparable was about to happen.

"Don't...please let me go!", - you whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut in a fit of hopelessness.

And then something happened.

You opened one eye, unable to restrain a strange curiosity. The man let go of your hand, and all his attention was now focused on the guy standing almost between them. With one hand he continued to squeeze the umbrella, the water from which was just trickling down the rough man's neck, and with the other, he was squeezing his fat wrist.

"I think they told you to let go," - he said seriously, looking straight into the small, surprising beady eyes.

"What?", - that's all the boar said, after which he tried to crush the stranger with his mass, stepping forward.

What happened next, you remembered vaguely. More precisely, you just didn't have time to remember exactly what happened. The guy only smiled rapaciously at the fat man's movement, after which he made several blows so fast that you simply did not catch them all. Just sharp shadows under the light of a lone lantern suddenly crashed into a thick carcass. The pig didn't even say anything, just fell back, collapsing on the garbage bags against the wall.

Realizing that it was all over, you turned her gaze to your pursuer and were amazed. He stood there, absolutely calm, smiling affably and holding out his hand to her.

"It's dangerous to go home alone. Can I walk you out?"

A lump rose in your throat, but you immediately overcame herself and took the stranger by the hand. - "Yes, I think I should agree"

You smiled sweetly back at him, then obediently stood under a wide umbrella, and together you moved to the exit of the alley.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers x reader #haitani ran #ran haitani #ran #haitani #ran x reader #ran scenario #ran haitani x reader #haitani rindou #rindou haitani #rindou #rindou x reader #rindou scenario #rindou haitani x reader

[yesttoheaven]

I SEE YOU – chapter IV

pairing – arthur fleck x female!reader

wc – 2.3k

warnings – idk... misty being a b*tch with arthur?

a/n – hi everyone! I hope you are well because I'm brazilian and I cannot say the same lol the president is a piece of shit and he can't rule the country in the middle of a pandemic (not even without the pandemic, in fact)

anyway enjoy the chapter!

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

chapter one. chapter two.

chapter three. chapter four.

"What are you doing here, Misty?" The surprise was notable in Y/N's words.

Many people could walk through that door, but Misty was definitely not one of them.

"I should ask you the same question..." The woman came over and put her hands on the actress' shoulders, smiling amiably. "But we don't have time for that right now. You have a dinner to go! And it is not right to keep a man like Charles waiting."

"Charles?" Arthur asked, trying to find a way to join the conversation. "Is he also an actor?"

After these simple words, the redhead burst out laughing and Arthur didn't understand what he had done wrong this time. He was just curious and a little interested to know who was the man who had a date with Y/N that night.

"Actor? God, have you never heard of Charles Lewis Tiffany?" Misty questioned how if the fact that Arthur didn’t know the man was an offense to humanity and Arthur just shook his head, too embarrassed to say anything else.

Who the hell was this man? The Pope? And why did Y/N have a dinner with Pope?

"It's okay, Arthur." Always so graceful, the actress reassured him and left Misty's side to be close to him. "Charles owns Tiffany & Co., the one that appears in the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's... Have you watched this movie before?"

"Oh, oftentimes!"

"Me either! And now Charles wants me to be the face of his new collection! I'm so excited, he came to Gotham just to follow it up in person!" The happiness shining in her eyes was contagious, but Misty didn’t like seeing Y/N squeeze the man’s arm gently.

"I hate to have to do this... the conversation is so pleasant, but we have to go, mon cher." With a smile, Y/N's manager adjusted the bag on her shoulder. She wanted to take the actress away from this freak as soon as possible.

"You cannot go without the VHS tape." Arthur objected, receiving a death glare from Misty, but the only thing that mattered to him was Y/N. "I'll get this for you." After these words, the man left the living room with a reason to make her stay a little longer in his apartment.

"Well, I think we're going to have to wait." Y/N shrugged, but inside she was beaming.

Feeling her mouth dry, she picked up the glass of water on the table, but that was her worst mistake.

"What are you doing? Don't drink this! That dirty glass is full of germs!" The glass was snatched from her hand and Y/N looked at Misty in disbelief.

"That glass is not dirty, Misty."

"How can you be sure of that? I heard that the Narrows sewer is one of the worst in Gotham!"

"Thanks for the lesson, but that didn’t come from the Narrows sewer. This water is from the kitchen tap."

"Oh my God..." The actress could have sworn that the woman's face turned green and she would vomit at any moment. "Why did you drink this? You'll be sick!"

Before Y/N had a chance to respond to these insanities, someone called her. She ran over to the bag and took out her cell phone. It was Charles.

"Hey, Charles! It's good to talk to you." On the other side, all she received were strange noises. The man's voice was being cut off and it was difficult to understand. "The connection is awful..."

"Why am I not surprised? Narrows is the end of the world!" Misty commented, rolling her eyes.

Without time for this discussion, Y/N said:

"Maybe in the corridor I will get a better signal."

"Be careful, you don't know what kind of neighbors there are in this place." She warned, listening to the door open and close, but Y/N said nothing.

Alone in the living room, Misty had the same disgusted look as when she arrived. For her this apartment is small even for an ant and this wallpaper is ridiculous, but in the midst of so much poverty, something on the couch attracted her attention.

"What do we have right here? I don't believe he has a diary..." The woman whispers to herself, laughing, after picking up Arthur's journal. She knew it was wrong, but she was bored.

The first few pages were OK, he had a shitty life like any other unfortunate person, but what came next scared the hell out of her. Misty knew there was something wrong with this man. The instant she saw him, she knew, but that... those words... were from a sick person. Arthur was a disgusting pervert. The redhead needed a moment to breathe and then she saw the magazines on the table and an scissors...

Oh no. He intends to include Y/N in this depravity show!

"I finally found." With bright eyes, Arthur looked for Y/N in the living room, but all he found was Misty... and his journal. "W-What... What are you d-doing?"

"Stay away from me!" She exclaimed, backing away for fear that he would do something against her. "I swear, if you get close I'll scream so loud and when Y/N comes through that door, I will tell her your little secret. She will be so disappointed, but she will finally find out who you really are... A perv!"

"N-No, please... You got it wrong." He tried, his voice taking on a desperate tone. Arthur didn't want to lose the actress's friendship. She was too important for him. "I c-can explain."

"Oh, can you explain? You will glue Y/N's head to a cat's body and then you will sit on that old sofa and touch yourself? You should be in Arkham! You're a sick person! I can't believe Y/N was alone with you..."

Arthur felt his stomach churning.

"You're wrong... I have a lot of respect for her. Y/N is special to me and I would never do something like that."

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" The woman threw the journal at him and Arthur cringed like a frightened dog. After hitting him on the back, the journal fell to the floor and when he saw those collages, he felt ashamed of himself. "Listen to me... I will say this only once: Stay away from her. It doesn’t matter what kind of fantasies you’ve created in your sick head, Y/N will not be a part of that. If I know that after today you keep talking to her, I'll call the police and when they find out you're a fucking perv, you will spend the rest of your days in Arkham." She warned with all the letters and threats, now it was up to him to choose to cooperate or not. This man is too old to play being a teenager. These images of naked women, these cats and those sad quotes in his journal prove just one thing. Maybe he's a sexual predator, but Misty wouldn't be here to find that out either. "Enjoy your pornography and leave Y/N alone. I hope I never see you again."

Arthur saw his world fall apart as soon as the redhead left his apartment with the worst assumptions about him. He was not a perverted monster. He would never touch Y/N without her consent and would never endanger her life. Never ever. Y/N was the only good thing about Gotham; she was a light at the end of the tunnel. So angelic and peaceful. Whenever she smiles, butterflies appear in his stomach and Arthur knows what these famous butterflies mean, but he doesn't know what those collages mean... If Y/N knew, she would probably be afraid of him.

In the corridor, the actress was trapped in a bubble, talking animatedly with Charles. The call had no specific reason, the man just wanted to make sure everything was fine for dinner that night.

"Okay... This is one of Gotham's best restaurants. Trust me, you will love the place!" She assured him, intending to make a good impression. It wasn't every day that she got a chance to dine with the genius behind Tiffany & Co. and represent that brand. This was an important step in her career. "Now I need to go, Charles. See you soon, bye!" Y/N hummed the ending, watching Misty approach where she was. "Why are you here?"

"It's just your friend's mom. She's not feeling very well..."

"Isn't Penny okay?" Concern crossed Y/N's face and she tried to get back to apartment 8J, but Misty took her arm, lying again:

"Y/N, don't be indiscreet. This is a family problem and Arthur is taking care of it." With those words, she guided the actress to the elevator, but Y/N kept looking at the door to Arthur's apartment. "You need to prepare for dinner... I chose a beautiful dress for you."

...

THREE DAYS LATER

"Put red on her lips... Don't forget the mascara... and on the cheeks use this blush... Not this one! The peach blush!"

It was possible to say that Charles Lewis Tiffany was taking the place of the makeup artist. The woman was losing patience, Y/N realized this, but he wanted to participate in every second of it. When she finished, Charles smiled, admiring Y/N's beauty through the mirror.

"You see? You're genuinely beautiful... I think I finally found my muse." The actress was flattered by the compliments and that reflected in her smile when Charles took a blue box, but this was not a simple blue box. This is the famous Tiffany Blue Box. "I want you to meet my new creation..." He opened the box, stealing Y/N's breath instantly. "Dramatically plunging down the decolletage, an incredible emerald-cut bicolor zoisite that shifts from violet-blue to purplish-red, depending on the angle. The pendant is over 48 carats and it's wrapped in a halo of baguette diamonds and suspended from a diamond rondelle chain of over 37 total carats."

"Oh Charles, this is absolutely beautiful. I'm speechless..." She confessed, watching him take the necklace and offer to put it around her neck. Y/N accepted immediately and when the pendant touched the white fabric of the dress, she smiled at the mirror.

"Diamonds are a girl's best friend" Charles whispered, eliciting a giggle from her. "Now I need to speak to the photographer, but take a few minutes to prepare yourself." The man smiled one last time and Y/N walked to the door, opening it for him. She took the opportunity to spy on what was happening on the other side and it was possible to say that there was a little sadness in her eyes.

"What are you looking for?" Misty's voice echoed and she closed the door quickly.

"Huh... nothing!"

The woman was checking the contract – something about image authorization – and when she took her eyes off the papers, she found Y/N with a half-hearted smile.

"Go ahead... Spill the tea."

Brian was probably smoking, so Misty was her only option.

"Arthur was busy these days, but he called me this morning... He looked nervous and said he would like to talk to me, so I invited him to accompany the photoshoot, but..."

"You did what?!" Misty left the chair, interrupting her. Not wanting to start a scene, the redhead looked at Dariela, the makeup artist, and said: "Get out." The woman immediately stopped organizing her makeup and ran out of the dressing room.

"Was that necessary?" Y/N asked, crossing her arms.

"And was it necessary to invite that maniac to come here too?"

"Jesus, Misty!" She walked to the other side of the dressing room. "Manic? Really?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Based on what? His bank account?"

"Based on his journal." Misty replied and the actress looked in her direction with a frown. Shaking her head, the redhead let out a bitter laugh before confessing: "He doesn't use it just to write jokes... I found a lot of pornography on those pages."

Y/N felt a little uncomfortable with that. Certain things do not need to be exposed... She didn't need to know about that part of Arthur's life and Misty just invaded his privacy.

"Well... many men consume pornography daily."

"Y/N, pornography is not the point here. He makes some weird collages... women with cat heads... skulls... one of these women was tied up in a compromising position... Can you see how problematic this is?" Misty was trying to open her eyes and consequently was scaring the actress, but that was not all. "I saw the magazines. That man will probably do the same to you... your face on the body of these naked women or on a cat's body! You have always been uncomfortable with the way men see you only as a sex symbol... and now Arthur is using you as a sex toy!"

"Stop! Just stop, okay?" Y/N demanded, using an edgy tone of voice. That was too much for her to assimilate. "You're saying this because you do not accept the idea of ​​Arthur being my friend! All that matters to you is status, but it doesn't matter to me! When are you going to let me live my own life?"

"This is not about social classes, this man is a pervert! I'm trying to protect you!"

"Enough, Misty!" That was enough to make the redhead shut up and Y/N found her way back to the mirror.

To complete the look, inside the blue box was a beautiful diamond ring and a pair of shiny round diamond earrings, just waiting for her. Putting on the ring was an easy task, but she couldn’t say the same about earrings; her hands were shaking and this is all the fault of the stress.

"Let me help you." The manager approached and at first Y/N refused her help, but after another failed attempt, she handed the earrings to the woman. "I know I can be a bitch sometimes..."

"Sometimes?"

Misty just sighed, shaking her head.

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a/n – likes and reblogs are appreciated but honestly I’d love to know what you all think of this one. really hope you enjoy it and thank you soooo much for reading ♡

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[fragileizywriting]

man the PROBLEM with my impulse to write the "fun" demon lovin fic first before all of the in-between fics (they're all fun, but, i mean. there is, like, no plot in color coordinatin. at all. which means i can just literally do whatever) is that if i wanna talk about one of the in-betweens, i gotta mention the ~~~semantics~~~ which is like ugh because no one lives in my head

like omg i have all of this thought out and planned, you know?

and instead of subjecting one or two friends with my absolute train wreck of a thought process, i decided to subject all of you instead :) you're welcome <3

anyway. bear with me! all of these fics will get written i promise, i don't like leaving things unfinished and we will not mention the three abandoned fics i have on AO3 right now and there's like, a handful more fics in this au in store for us. two handfuls. lots of thousands of words left. we might be, like, a third way through from how many more words i probably have to write. a fourth. i am terrible at managing my projects.

and this project literally came out of nowhere.

like, omg, this entire (ENTIRE) au literally sprouted because of a typo error in the first chapter, and we only got to me writing the first chapter because i listened to 'maneater' by nelly furtado and thought of marinette dancing to the song. canonically that is the song she was dancing to in the first scene of demon lovin'. no one knows that bc i never told anyone. i didn't even put that in the author's notes. i should. i'm gonna go do that. and omg the song is so good.

did you know demon lovin' was actually going to be an adrinette fic? except in the first scene i accidentally wrote “Why do we keep pretending we don’t like her?” for adrien's dialogue instead of “Why do i keep pretending i don’t like her?” and i just kind of ran with it. i never told anyone that, either, i'm pretty sure!! congrats!!! authors notes. doesn't it pay to follow me? :D

and now it's like, four months later, and you can pry lukadrinette out of my cold and dead hands. ride or die.

anyway. sorry. rambling (ramblin')

i have a new fic idea for the au that i'm going to take absolutely six years to get to but i wanna share it so y'all keep me in check!!! i'm putting it all under a cut because it's long and i just wanted to word dump / brainstorm a fic idea

i want to write a fic somewhere in the middle of all of this, or even it goes after coordinatin', doesn't matter, where marinette gets a fever. just full-out delusional. at first she plays off the headache because, well, she's marinette. marinette doesn't get sick. she's never gotten sick. i'm going to have to come up with a "succubus only get sick and feverish from a particular illness" thing for this story, and i'll think about it when i actually write this out

she got sick. somehow. i'll figure it out somehow idk.

she manages to convince adrien and luka that she has to call nathaniel, because nath knows a doctor. adrien is pouty. he doesn't like nath. luka is reluctant. he also doesn't like nath.

but marinette is sick, and they know nothing about succubi health, so they agree.

marinette's fever gets so much worse.

by the time nathaniel shows up with marc (a character i haven't mentioned once in the fics yet so now i gotta fill you in about their role in the au, so give me a second) marinette's close to bursting to tears because she's in the middle of the next wave of fever, starting to slip into another round of gibberish and unrecognizable speech, and she goes on for twenty to thirty minutes to marc about how nathaniel is her prized possession and the jewel of her life and she's so upset that nathaniel had to move out of her cradle and into their's because she's not healthy enough to even be a cradler anymore, and she doesn't even have a cradle and she's unfit and terrible and no wonder nath moved out, because a cradler without a cradle is like a leg with no body

nathaniel is sweating. adrien has always looked at him with that blank, flat-out annoyed expression whenever he's near, but somehow luka looks no better.

everytime nathaniel tries to slip his hand out of marinette's grip, she grabs him tighter. nathaniel is sweating bullets. the two of them look like they're counting the minutes in order to kick nathaniel out of the house, which would be the easiest and least painful thing possible, because they look murderous. at some point he just acquiesces, knowing that if he's going to die, he might as well make marinette comfortable. he still really loves marinette, after all, and he doesn't like seeing her uncomfortable.

even as her two husbands(??? sure) look like they're gonna kill him. it's fine. it's fine. everything's fine.

marinette is so full of glee and happiness when she gets to lay her head down on his lap. nathaniel makes an effort to ignore the way that adrien is looking like a whole storm.

anyway, between all of this, nath's new cradler marc (they/them), is the doctor!!! of course. they immediately recognize her fever, already start prescribing her what to do. she doesn't listen to them, claiming that she knows how to take care of succubi when they're sick with a fever, but nath just rolls his eyes.

"she's trying to get out of taking medicine." because nath knows everything about marinette. they were cradle mates for almost their entire life. "she hates honey."

"what." says adrien. "what." says luka.

nathaniel looks at the two of them as if they're dumb. "she hates honey. she has never liked honey."

"do not make me eat honey," marinette says, somehow completely lucid, still petting nath's thighs. it is a good cushion. she's always felt better when nath's hands are in her hair. "do not. i will kick and scream. nasty nasty nasty. i know there's medicine in it."

luka and adrien are completely befuddled. marinette tastes like honey. she's always tasted like honey. how does she hate honey?

"honey will make the medicine go down easier," marc argues.

"i know there's medicine in it. there's no need for the honey."

i don't know where else to take this. i just want to write marinette struggling to get nathaniel to comfort her like he used to, luka and adrien not trusting him one bit, and nathaniel trying his hardest not to die.

oh, and a sick marinette that refuses to go on bed-rest. luka and adrien both find out that it is the equivalent of trying to herd sheep.

anyway hi good job making it to the end i love you

#demon lovin #speakizys #what even do i tag this as #whatever. no tag

[writingakyeo]

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Words count: 10k

REQUEST IS OPEN

Pairings: Dean x reader, Sam x Platonic reader, Crowley x reader.

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader, Crowley

Warning: Angst, fluff, typos, English grammar

Request: @lightjenvlp Hi! Could you maybe please do Dean Winchester x reader request where the reader comes backs to the bunker after a solo hunt and she's injured ( however you want), and Dean is really concerned and takes care of her/you. Hope you enjoy it.

A/N: this is the first request and fanfic in this Tumblr acc. And I'm warning you about my English and my grammar. Hope you enjoy it guys.

Dean POV.

I hold her hand and caressing it. I look at her and sigh. Y/N got bruises all over her face, her chest, and head wrapped in a bandage. A tub run down on her throat as machines surrounded her. It was silent the only noise was the sound of the heart monitor. I take a shuddering breath and bit my lip. I couldn't take her seeing as this and I should know that this would end up like this. This is my fault if I didn't allow her to hunt alone this wouldn't happen.

" you know this ain't your fault, Dean so stops beating yourself, you know Y/N would practically hit you in the face if you keep blaming yourself. "

" I know Sam but I couldn't help myself. I don't want to get her hurt and now look. I think I failed her, and failed her father." Y/N Singer is the daughter of Bobby Singer. We met when the day dad dropped us at Bobby. I didn't know that Bobby had a daughter, but that was another day to tell. We were so close till now that we mistakenly a couple.

Through the years that we've been together, I don't want to admit but I am falling in love with Y/n L/n Singer. I don't know how to hold this but I was afraid that it would ruin the friendship we had. And I don't want it to happen.

" Dean says it out, I know you love Y/N -"

I snap out my thoughts and look at my brother, I gave him confuse then glare at him. I saw him rolling his eyes and I crossed arm

" Dean your so obvious, everybody knows that you have feelings for her, and we let you do your ways but as the year's come you haven't told her. Come on dude, I know you're afraid that you'll get rejected but you don't have to 'cause-"

Third Point of View

Sam stop when the machines start to alarm started to go off. Dean looks up to the monitor and his eyes widen. The Winchester stood up and their faces are full of panic and worriedness. Dean held his breath as he tried to calm down but it failed when a nurse came and place her finger on her neck to feel her pulse.

" what's going on!- Hey can someone tell me what's going on" Dean yell. Sam was started to pull him away as the doctors and nurses swarm on the room.

" Dean I think we should get out, the doctor's are trying to keep her alive... Dean comes on. " Dean was fighting off the strong arms from his brother. He wanted to stay with her but couldn't. " please let go of me, Sam! I have to see her. I have to. She needs me! She needs me!"

Dean didn't realize that he was now on the outside of her room. He still insists of wanted to get inside her room but his knees already buckle down. He didn't realize a strong arm wrapped on his shoulder and comforting words coming from his brother. " De, Y/N will be okay. She won't give up you know it. Everything will be alright..."

Everything will be alright...

Everything will be alright.

Everything will be alright

A few hours earlier.

Dean fidgeting his finger as he walks back and forth. He knows something is off but he couldn't tell what it is.

" dude calms down, Y/n will be just fine. She will come here anytime soon. " Sam cackle and continue reading the book. He was amused to see his brother become a lovesick puppy dog.

The eldest Winchester glared at his little brother and rolled eyes. " oh come on Sam you think y/n is the that I'm worried off" Dean sat on the chair as he looks up to Sam. Sam, on the other hand, gives him bitch face. " really Dean, come on ever since Y/n went to Florida to hunt a banshee which is four days ago. Your moody and agitated. Which is normal when y/n is away from the solo hunt. "

Dean wanted to say something for his defense but he was speechless. He avoided the look of his brother and the smirk that probably make him scowl. Sam chuckle and continue to read as his smirk never leaves on his lip. " Dean and his lovesick love story." He muttered.

After that little argument, the bunker becomes quiet. Dean went to his room and came back with his shotgun. He sat back and start cleaning the shotgun. Though he knows that he already cleans it but he wanted to do something much productive.

The door opens and the Winchester quickly grab their guns and wait for the intruders to face them. They all heard grunting and groaning which is the Winchester we're confused.

" Sam....dea..." A muffled sound but it makes Dean start to run in the stairs like a mad man. Sam was confused but later on, he realizes that it was Y/n who was probably hurt from the hunt. Sam followed his brother and his eyes widen to see her bloody and almost passed out.

When Dean got there, he was shocked to see her bloody and broken. There was blood coated on her hand, blood on her forehead and when he looks down he saw her abdomen bloody. Y/n was about to collapse but Dean holds her preventing her from collapsing.

" what the hell y/n, I know this is what happened now look at you?! Dean panicked voice was heard

" I'm fine De- " she stops as she winces and yelled out of pain. " no your not, Sam go get the kit and basin ready," Dean ordered Sam.

" Dean I think Y/n needs to go to the hospital this is beyond stitching her wound. . She needs medical attention. " Sam emphasizes. Dean glared at him and then he looks at Y/n's state. He bit his lip as he realizes how much blood loss she had. He hates to admit but his brother is alright.

"You're right. We gotta bring her to the hospital. " Dean agreed to Sam. Y/n was about to decline but the pain is taking a toll on her. As if the adrenaline wears off and she finally feels the pain over her body.

Then she felt weak and disoriented. Her legs are no longer supported as she buckles down. Dean was quick to hold her closer before she passed out. " hey Y/n stay awake dammit, Sam get my keys " Sam didn't argue as he sprints back to get the keys.

Dean put her down on the floor and he ripped off the shirt then wrapped it on her wound. He adds pressure on it. He wanted to stop the blood from flowing so that blood loss could be prevented. " Stay awake, n/n." He pleads

Y/n look at him and smile weakly as she starts gasping for air. She grips his shoulder as wince to feel pain all over her body. " everything will be alright, Deanie... Everything is alright. Lo-" She slowly closed her eyes and didn't continue wanted to say

" Y/N HEY!" He checked her pulse and sigh in relief as he felt a weak pulse.

" SAM FASTER WE NEED Y/N TO GO HOSPITAL IMMEDIATELY..."

Present

Dean managed to calm down and with the help of his brother, Dean stood up as if nothing happened. The brothers didn't know what to do as they could hear orders and machines crazy around as they tried to resuscitate y/n.

Five minutes turn to ten and they couldn't hear any news from the doctor. Dean is already panicking and Sam was there to comfort his brother. In this situation, one of them needs to be a strong one to keep them calm.

Another minute went by and the doctor finally came and he was warily tired and his eyes tell something is wrong. The Winchester knew something is wrong but Dean was in denial and didn't want to hear any words coming from the doctor.

" I'm sorry but we tried everything we couldn't. But Y/n heart already stops as we tried to revive. I'm sorry for your loss. " the doctor leaves the brothers who are shocked to hear the news. There no brother who has teary eyes.

" It's fault" Dean whisper as he chokes in tears. " dammit it's a fault!" He yells out then he breaks down.

" Dean. Hey, calm down.."

" Dean... Hey...."

Dean look at his brother who's is shaking his shoulder.

" DEAN!"

Dean jolted as he wakes up from nightmarish. He looks around and he could tell, he was still in the hospital, and Y/n lying on the bed, peacefully sleeping and no longer tubes around her face, not the machines that keep him frightened.

" Dean your alright?"

" Yeah, Sam I am fine." He ignores the worried look coming from his brother and looks at her. The dream he had was so real that he didn't want to leave his sight of her. He was scared that y/n will leave him and never come back.

Sam shook his head and decide to drop the subject knowing it would end up for nowhere.

An hour later, Sam leaves the room to get food and freshen up leaving Dean alone in the room. Dean clasps her hand and kisses it tenderly. He did love her, no doubt. Even how many girls he makes out, Y/n is the only one who makes him feel loves and crazy at someone.

Y/n moves his finger and it startled Dean. He stood up and he could see y/n slowly flutter her eyelids. " come on n/n" he begged.

Eventually, y/n opened her eyes and was so confused about how she ended up here but then she remembers the hunt that didn't go well.

" y/n you're awake. " Dean smile to see her finally woke up a week later.

" no doofus, I'm dead." A sarcastic reply as Dean chuckles and smiles. " I'm in the hospital, aren't I?" She asked which Dean nodded. " yeah, your badly hurt and -" then frankly he remembered the nightmare he had as to how close he almost lost her.

" I'm sorry," the two sick lovebirds said in unison. Which earns heartily chuckles from both of them. " ain't your fault Dean. It's my fault. " Y/n insist. " I should listen to you but hey ain't my first time to hunt solo"

Dean rolled eyes and sigh. " it's mine ok, I shouldn't let you hunt alone. I promised your father but how could I resist that devilish puppy eyes of yours. " he jokes. Dean didn't want to tell her how worried he was when she almost died in his arms.

"Deanie please stop joking around, you know I can't laugh hard cause I'm in pain," she said as she is between laughing and groaning.

Dean was about to say something when a nurse and a doctor came and they check on her stats. It took them a few moments before they leave.

The rest of the morning, Dean and Y/n about the hunt and stuff that happened a few weeks ago. Both of them talk as if nothing happened as the conversations become normal to them.

Their eyes shine up just like the stars and both of them are not aware that they are still holding hands. Dean care takes care of her the whole time whilst Y/n trying to decline all the time as she stubbornly wanted to do her own but failed to do so. If you didn't know them, you seem to think they are an old married couple.

They are not aware that they are both have the same feelings. That they are too afraid to confess to feeling. Afraid that they will get rejection or afraid that they will hurt if they are a couple.

They both aware if they let it out of what they feel, it would be the enemy's advantage and use them. Especially in Dean's situation where he has many enemies that wanted I'm to be killed.

The two aren't aware that Sam stood outside and shooting his head. " this two suck at love. " Sam startled as he saw Crowly just pop out. Sam rolled her eyes. " for once I agreed. " Crowley smirked " I give $50 bucks if Dean confessed at the end of this month. " the king of hell says.

Right as the two who stubbornly not telling their feelings, it's become a bet for everyone who knows them includes Sam and the king of hell " right. Go ahead. Now the $290 is up" Sam mutter as he now went inside the room.

A/N: Thank you! Reblog and vote, please. 😚 again request is open.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #crowley #dean winchester x reader #sam x platonic reader #jensen ackles #reader #Dean

[humaudrey]

TheThings is back on their bullshit

(WARNING: LONG RANT AHEAD!!!!)

Anyone know how to delete a YouTube video from someone else's channel (or just their entire channel all together) because...

This

Is SO

I don't even have the words!!!!

Once again, your girl watches one of their videos (several times unfortunately to really analyze this ish) so y'all don't have to and let me tell you, this one is 1,000,000x more infuriating than the one when they belittled Uma to lift Mal and make her better in comparison (link to my post on that here).

I've been recommended this video so many times since the trailers for D3 dropped and when I saw the title, I KNEW I was gonna hate it and low and behold, I DID!

So let's go over their "5 Signs on why Audrey is the real threat", shall we?

#1. Audrey's Outburst

So, their first piece of evidence as to why Audrey's the unfathomable dark force (their exact words) is because of the fact that Audrey yelled no as Ben proposed to Mal, "ruining their beautiful moment". They then explain that it would be "natural for Audrey to be jealous since she is Ben's ex-girlfriend", being perfect okay with the ugly "black, bitter, ex-girlfriend" trope that many have loved to stick onto her in their fanfics (I see y'all 👀), and then compares that moment to when Ben asked Mal to be his date for coronation in D1, stating that she didn't react so strongly before, so why now? EXCUSE ME?! Our girl left the Tourney Field crying that her BOYFRIEND had serenaded another girl with a love song, and not a single person ran after her. She had every reason to be upset then, too. Who's to even say why Audrey's saying no? It could be a terrible misdirect on the trailer's part. The theory that Audrey's possessed is swirling around everywhere, maybe it had already begun to take effect, which is why she's "acting so strangely". D3 hasn't even been released and they're already villainizing her. Figures.

They also use the typical argument that Audrey's into titles and she wants what Mal has, and that she didn't want Chad because he was merely a prince.

She doesn't want Chad because CHAD CHARMING IS A MANIPULATIVE TOOL! Ask Evie! Chad only thinks that being king would get Audrey's attention. You wanna talk about jealousy? Titles? If ant character is jealous of anyone's titles, it's Chad freaking Charming, not Audrey.

#2. The Crown

An obvious piece of evidence is the fact that "Audrey" steals the Queen's crown and Maleficent's scepter from the museum. Whatever, right? They assume that Audrey's faking her slumber when the sleeping spell hits, giving her an alibi. They then have the FREAKING AUDACITY to say that AUDREY, a non magical princess, who has been so anti-magic since D1 (with a grandmother who she loves dearly, that's triggered by the mention of said spells and curses), was the cause of the curse. Their evidence? Well, her family's VERY familiar with it, so it makes sense, right?

NO!!!!

Audrey has NO magic whatsoever!!! Did they forget that? The only reason her family is "so familiar" with the sleeping spell is because THEY ARE VICTIMS OF SAID SLEEPING SPELL!!!! And it's not like she could cast it, because, again, AUDREY HAS NO MAGIC!! If anyone is familiar with a sleeping spell, it's Mal. After all, she almost put Evie under just so she could grab her mother's specter from her.

How dare you take an Innocent family's trauma and turn it around to make them the bad guys?

#3. The Scepter

They continue to say that "Audrey" is to blame for the sleeping spell, rather than Celia, Hades, or Uma because "Audrey" has the specter. And immediately, they suggest that maybe Audrey's not working only. You wanna bet who they hinted Audrey was cooperating with?

If you guessed Uma, you'd be correct. All because Uma's seen laughing in her teaser. WHAT?! So, not only do you attempt to take Audrey's entire character and drag it through the mud, you take ANOTHER black girl's name that you've already tried to ruin and tarnish and say they're working together because they're BITTER?

If they're BITTER, it's ONLY BECAUSE YOUR WHITE, PLAIN, BARNEY COLORED DRAGON FAIRY PRIVILEGED PRINCESS PROSPECT FAVE had treated them HORRIBLY.

They end their third sign with the line "We knew Audrey was a mean girl, but we didn't think she'd stoop so low".

The meanest thing Audrey has ever done INTENTIONALLY, was 1.) Tell Evie that she and her family don't have a royal status in Auradon (to which, she is technically correct) and 2.) Tell Mal that she and Ben wouldn't last because she's "the bad girl infatuation".

Jane should be branded the mean girl because she turns on the one girl that helped her with her rise to popularity (which, granted, was for malicious INTENTIONS and caused EVEN MORE self esteem issues by degrading her).

MAL should be branded the mean girl, if anyone! She's:

Dumped rotten shrimp on her former best friend because she laughed at her

Forced a guy to throw a party since his mother was away, knowing that his abusive mother wouldn't be okay with it

Then locked a girl in a closet full of BEAR TRAPS at said party all because she wasn't invited to her birthday party when they were SIX YEARS OLD

Dumped lye on another former best friend's hair because she DIDN'T WANT TO BE COMPARED TO HER

Told another girl that all she had going for her was her personality, so she needed the wand to make herself pretty

ROOFIED HER SOON TO BE BOYFRIEND INTO DATING HER IN THE FIRST PLACE JUST TO GET A FRONT ROW SEAT AT HIS CORONATION SO SHE COULD STEAL THE WAND

AND TAKES SAID WAND FROM THE GIRL SHE EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATED EARLIER AND POINTS IT DIRECTLY AT AUDREY ALL BECAUSE SHE KNEW THAT MAL WASN'T GOOD FROM THE JUMP

Let's see a video ranking Mal's top five worst moments, huh? There's plenty of those to use for a freaking video.

#4. It's All About Mal (sounds like D3)

They start this point off with: "Audrey has beef with Mal".

AS SHE SHOULD!

They use the fact that Mal stole her boyfriend and her title and their families history with one another, so Audrey has this motivation to ACT OUT AGAINST HER ENTIRE COUNTRY? Not buying it! I won't buy it, especially since both parties seemed to have made amends at the end of D1 when Mal silently curtsies as a lame form of an apology that Audrey gracefully accepts anyway like the future Queen of Auroria would. Audrey's even seen bowing willingly at the end of Set It Off, and is even cheering and dancing with her friends as Mal and Ben share their moment under the fireworks, so clearly, Audrey's not broken up about it in the slightest.

They propose a theory that Audrey's absence in D2 is because she's planning her revenge in Sherwood Forest, and that she doesn't have car troubles because "Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather should be more than capable of handling it, so she's only calling Chad to help her plot her scheme.

Whatever they're smoking, I want it.

Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather can't help Audrey with her car troubles because of the MAGIC BAN!! They needed Chad to help with her car.

And I HIGHLY DOUBT that Disney would plan something so carefully since the entire series is branded with plot holes and inconsistencies anyway, so... 🐸☕

#5. Face Off Time

Their final point states that Mal has to face off against the enemy and they use the first teaser of dragon-Mal blowing fire at "Audrey" on top of the castle, and the card at the end that says "betrayal", that Audrey has betrayed all of Auradon. And since Mal only turns into a dragon against SERIOUS ENEMIES LIKE UMA IN D2, Audrey has to be a REAL THREAT.

Thank God they're probably not making a D4, because if they continue this trend of WOC wronged by Mal as the villain, I'd be scared for Evie...

So, in their words, Audrey and Uma, two of the few black girls in the entire franchise who have every God given right not to like/trust Mal, are Mal's MOST SERIOUS rivals, as if Hades doesn't at ALL pose a threat to Auradon. No, Audrey is So mUcH MOre THreATEninG thAN ThE GOD OF THE UNDERWORLD, SO SHE MUST BE STOPPED!!!

I see you, TheThings, and if I didn't despise your channel before, I hate it that much more now after enduring 5 minutes of hell with you guys.

AND, TO TOP IT ALL OFF THEY CLEARLY SHOW THEIR BIAS OF MAL OVER AUDREY!!

Like, just say you're racist and GO! Audrey's clearly influenced by some magical being, whether it be Hades (WHO WE SEE DOING SOME KIND OF MAGICAL RITUAL WITH HER AND HIS EMBER IN A TRAILER, BUT I GUESS THEY CHOSE TO IGNORE IT FOR SOME REASON 🐸☕), Dr. Facilier, Celia, or maybe even Maleficent. Your reasons for making Audrey the villain are pathetic, and I wish I could block a YouTube Channel so I would NEVER see another video from your channel ever again.

I'm so sick of how "mean" brown girls are treated in media AND fandoms. Why does Audrey get all of his libel while Mal gets away with EVERYTHING? Why are the Cheryl Blossoms, the Quinn Fabrays, the Kitty Wildes, and every other mean girl that Emma Roberts has ever played are so praised and are instant fan favorites while the Josie McCoys, the Santana Lopezes, and the Brees are seen as the bullies when, at the end of the day, they're both different sides of the same damn coin?

And if you don't see a problem with this, then, newsflash, you are the problem!

So, I end my rant with this:

And a short tag list containing: @amityravenclawelf and @coco-rena because I know these two are looking forward to this!

Have a wonderful day everyone!

And I apologize for the typos but I was HEATED!!

#disney descendants #descendants 2 #descendants 3 #audrey descendants #audrey deserves better #let audrey live #uma descendants #uma deserves better #mal bertha #ben florian #king ben #ben descendants #benjamin florian #carlos de vil #jane descendants #chad charming #evie descendants #👑 #✊ #long post