#at least i got my silly little costumes keeping me going

[shootingmorningstar]

Was inspired by bambygourl’s fanart and a TikTok I saw. Dressing up as Roger and Jessica Rabbit for a costume party with Lucifer. I think he’d be all pouty and grumpy about dressing up as such a silly character and not a suave charming character. Especially since he’d take a look at the white button up, red trousers with suspenders, and blue bow tie with yellow polka-dots and see it as a fashion nightmare XD. And don’t get him started on the bunny ears and tail. Tho his mood is sufficiently uplifted when he sees the reader dressed up as Jessica Rabbit. Low cut red dress with a slit and all. Just imagine pulling on his suspenders or bow tie for a kiss, getting lipstick on his mouth and face, and cooing over how adorable and handsome her honey-bunny is.

I've been meaning to get to this request ever since I saw it because it is just so good. I'm definitely biased for anything Lucifer related but god this is just so cute. Anon, your brain is outstanding. I love pouty Lucifer. If you still have that tiktok on hand or ever come across it again, do you think you could send it my way .ᐣ

You didn't include what kind of request you wanted though, and my default is HCs -- but I couldn't help but throw in a little drabble based on them, too. Or, at least I intended it to be a drabble .ᐣ It got away from me, haha.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Lucifer and Female Reader Dressing

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Up As Roger and Jessica Rabbit ~

Lucifer is initially thrilled when you bring up wanting to attend a famous yearly costume party in Pride with him. A chance to show you off sounds amazing, and he's great with costumes. Just the thought of you two matching is enough to get him excited.

You seemed just as excited as he was -- in fact, he was even more excited when you told him you'd already had something in mind .ᐟ He's pestering you to tell him just what the costumes were as soon as the plan leaves your lips, but much to his displeasure, you refuse, saying you want to keep it a surprise.

You'd even managed to resist the very strongest puppy-dog eyes and pout. Impressive. He usually succeeds in getting his way with that one -- who could ever say no to that face .ᐣ Having exhausted his options, he sighs his defeat.

Well, nearly exhausted his options. He was entirely too ready to pretend that you'd won and snoop through your closet the second you walked away. Apparently his quick glance at said closet had given him away though, and with a quick deadpan stare alongside a scary sounding ❛ don't you dare. ❜ has his feet rooted to the floor.

Did his poker face really suck so bad .ᐣ He's definitely practicing it in the mirror later.

Ultimately, though, he trusts you completely and your choice in matching outfits is no exception, so he allows it to drop for now. There's still a few more days until the party, but that time could be spent much more productively by your side rather than whining about clothing.

That is, until the day of the party comes around and you bring out his outfit. You'd never seen Lucifer's jaw drop quite like that before and it takes iron will to stop yourself from giggling at his present state.

He doesn't understand the reference. Lucifer regrets his past decision to give humanity free will. It's obvious, even if he never seems to say it outright. He had given out such a precious gift and so much of humanity chose to abuse it, to be nothing but cruel. Looking at sinners and by extension humanity is just a terrible reminder of what he'd done, so he prefers to avoid it whenever possible. This quite often includes the media of the living realm -- he's never even heard about the movie, forget seeing it.

So without the full context, all he knows is that you've just handed him an absolutely atrocious outfit -- and to make it worse, you expect him to go out in it .ᐣ Seriously, he whinges, red overalls with a blue bow .ᐣ Rabbit ears .ᐣ And to make it worse, you won't even show him your outfit until he gets dressed .ᐟ He can't believe you're laughing.

He sounds completely and totally ridiculous, in your defense. Seriously, has he seen his regular outfit .ᐣ He looks absolutely stunning, sure -- but he also looks like he walked right out of a circus.

It says a lot, though, that despite the complete and total pity party he's currently throwing himself, he's beginning to shuffle into the costume anyway. He's grumbling the whole way, but the fact that he just doesn't have it in him to say no to you warms your heart.

You had been so, so eager about this party, and the way your eyes had shined like stars when you told him had long since burned itself into his heart.

wc ; 1.2k

His seemingly endless complaints had tapered off ever so slightly when you shimmied his grasp off of the ruby red suspenders sagging unbuttoned over his chest. By the time you take the fabric into your own hands his protests faded to little more than a mumble under his breath, and with the very first snap of a button in place under your gentle touch he'd quieted completely. Where a look of exasperation had reflected off his face seconds prior, in its place now is that of silent awe, his gaze trained on your every action. The gesture of intimacy is enough to leave Lucifer somewhat choked up, his heart still not used to receiving such acts of adoration and kindness. You tie the cornflower blue fabric adorned with tiny yellow spots into a bow to accentuate the costume and cover his hands briefly with your own as you slip the gloves onto his fingers.

Not twenty minutes had passed, and he finds his attitude regarding the ensemble shifting with every second you take to assist him into it. Each and every part of it looks ridiculous at best, but the thought of you picking it out solely for him has him warming up to the idea.

Declaring your work complete, you raise your grasp ever so slightly, palms holding each of his cheeks close, your thumbs rubbing soft little circles below his eyes. Your affections are sufficient only when finished with a kiss placed on his forehead. ❛ I'm going to go get dressed, okay .ᐣ No peeking. I promise I'll be right back. ❜

The way his wrists on instinct dart out to catch yours to bring you close to him again as you pull back nearly got you. He's extended his lips in a pout once more. You hate to leave him quite so sad looking but you know he'll appreciate what you have planned enough for it to be worth it.

Bathroom door shutting closed behind you, there's the smallest bit of lingering regret that he can't help you to get dressed like you had for him. The outfit itself takes you barely a few moments to slip into -- it's the makeup that requires precision, time and effort. His pacing around the bedroom is audible, impatient steps sounding into stomps, the sounds causing you to choke on a laugh. You need a steady hand for your eyeshadow and that's hard to maintain during an act quite as cute as this.

Nonetheless, your look is finished within half an hour and therefore Lucifer is put out of his misery. It's not a second after the door clicks open that his attention is caught, snapped to the light peaking out of the doorway. Stepping into the small hallway, your eyes are met with his own -- and the way his pupils widen as soon as he gets a glance of your dress makes both your efforts and his complaining worthwhile. His gaze takes you in from top to bottom, each detail enchanting him further. The dress so perfectly hugging your curves is crimson to match him and absolutely breathtaking -- and are you walking towards him .ᐣ Your strut does well to accentuate the slit stitched into the leg, your thigh tantalizing in its display.

Finally reclaiming your place beside him, one of your fingers reaches out, finding purchase under his chin -- and when you tilt his head up you swear you saw his eyes flash red. ❛ Hello, my darling husband, ❜ you coo, sending his already overloaded brain into a frenzy. Husband . . .ᐣ You wanted . . .ᐣ With him, really . . .ᐣ And although he's beginning to put the pieces together and clue in that such a term of endearment was part of your match, you seemed so happy to say it. He snaps his focus back onto just how stunning you look tonight, but the idea has firmly implanted itself into the depths of his mind.

Back into the present time, his hands have begun to roam -- he wants to commit every detail of you to memory, and that includes the feeling of your dresses fabric under his fingertips. His grasp is met with your own, for it's not long before you're pulling the straps of his suspenders, tugging him forward into a kiss. By the time he's recovered from his surprise enough to reciprocate, though, you're already beginning to pull away. He chases your lips with a whine but you've already moved on, pressing a kiss first to his cheek and then to his forehead. It's only when you offer him a small compact mirror does he understand -- each of your kisses has left behind a little bit of the lipstick you oh so painstakingly applied. Your marks on his face have left him entranced, desperately craving more.

A gasp rips itself from those same cherry red lips in surprise -- you weren't expecting him to summon forth his tail, much less wrap it around your midsection and use it to bring you closer. ❛ Kiss me again, ❜ He pleads, desperate and breathy. ❛ Anything for my honey bunny, ❜ you chime, matching the mark on his left cheek with one on the right. ❛ You just look so cute, ❜ between each kiss is another offering of praise and compliments, the blush left in your wake matching excellently. ❛ Who's my handsome bunny .ᐣ ❜

Your multitude of kisses has left Lucifer stunned and looking nothing short of angelic -- even more so than usual. You're fully intending on giving him several more, leaning in to do just that when the wall mounted clock besides you chimes a new hours arrival, alerting you to the time. ❛ Oh, dear. I'm very sorry, Mr. Rabbit, but I'm afraid we simply must be going. We don't want to be late, do we .ᐣ ❜

Fixing your lipstick takes all of a few seconds, leaving you free to grab a makeup wipe off the pouch resting atop your vanity and wipe all of the stains you'd adorned his face with away. A snap of his wrist catches yours just inches from his face, however, halting your plans in their tracks. Confused, you look to him for an explanation, a soft ❛ leave them. please .ᐣ ❜ being all he offers you. ❛ You're going to go to the party like this, love .ᐣ ❜ to which he nods sagely. He can't bear to part with them -- not when the lipstick marks are yours, not when they declare proudly that he is yours.

❛ If you say so, honey. ❜ You can't deny that the prospect leaves your heart fluttering. A grand, golden portal appears with a simple snap of his fingers and he takes your arm, now linked with his own in an attempt to usher you forward. He can't wait to show you off, to watch as other demons eyes glow green as they stare his way. You stay still, though, prompting him to look back at you with an air of confusion. It's then that you lean close, whispering ❛ be a good bunny and there will be more where that came from. too bad we'll have to wait until we come home, hmm .ᐣ ❜

Suddenly Lucifer can't wait for this party to be over.

I still can't believe I'd originally intended this to be 100 words and it ended up over a thousand. I can't help it, I'm so weak for anything Lucifer related. I'm half tempted to write an absolutely filthy post party part 2. If there's enough demand for it .ᐣ I just might.

As always, let me know what you think .ᐣ Hearing back from you guys keeps me motivated ~

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[vitzi9]

Headcanon: Yandere!Ethan Landry

Reader is gn, enjoy.

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Content warning: uhhhh gore description? Sex allusions; obsessive and shit. I mean, that's yandere you have to be used to it by now. OOC Ethan ? Manipulative, stalking blah blah blah nothing too crazy for a yandere.

~2000 words (8/05/2023)

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who 'accidentally' run into you at school. He's been following you in the hallways since you arrived to be honest but there is so much students here, you can't notice him in the crowd.

➛"I'm so sorry ! I wasn't looking !" He was, he was staring right at your face when he practically jumped on you. "It's okay, don't worry. I wasn't looking either." And when you two leave each other, what a crazy coincidence that you seem to have forgotten your book ! Wait, you didn't have it in your bag ? Of course silly ! Why would Ethan have it either way ? You're so clumsy ! He'll have to come give it back to you.

➛And suddenly, you see him everywhere. In the library at the same time as you and, oh no ! There is no seat for him ! Wait, is that a free seat ext to you? Maybe you won't mind if he seats here, he gave you back your book after all. He's so nice. Suddenly, he's at the same parties as you. Laughing with you and rating the costumes of people around you. He's in your building to 'drop someone off' and so on. What a coincidence, right ?

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who, to keep you all to himself, always say things like 'No, i'm mostly alone in my free time' to make you pity him into staying by his side. If it don't work, at least you got the idea that he's single and available for you.

➛ Pretty simple things, really. He'll tell you that his last partner left him without warning, that they were manipulating him. That he has difficulty in giving his trust to someone because of them. And now he's scared to love. That it hurt him really bad and of course you're sad for him ! So you're trying to be as nice as possible. You don't need to know that he never had any partner ! He'll eventually tell you that later.

➛Like "You're going to the party tomorrow ?" "I was planning on just staying at home" He didn't. Chad harassed him to come, and he would have if he didn't have the better option of staying with you. "I never really catch people's attention anyway..." He didn't care, it was yours that he wanted. But right now, his goal was to make you sad. For you to have pity of him so you'd stay with him.

So most of the time you try to make him smile by asking him to come to the party with you. Happy, he'll be stuck to your side all night, chasing everyone who'd dare approach. He's tall, he'll stand behind you and glare blankly at everyone without you noticing. He doesn't even need to try to be scary, he's a serial killer, his simple being emits a threatening energy.

➛Or when you ask him what's his plan for the week end and he just goes "Nothing, I don't really have much friends. I'll probably watch movies." with a small, almost ashamed voice. And you don't want to leave your new friend alone. And you think that he's too nice to be left alone so you offer to stay with him and he's on cloud nine !

➛Like "Don't you want a boyfriend sometimes ?" he'd ask. And you're a little surprised but you answer as honestly as possible. And he answer just after you, ignoring a little your answer. He just wanted to say what he needed to. "I'd like a partner. I've never had anyone loving me, that look so nice." He sighs. And while you look somewhere else, he'd give you a longing look. He probably already told Chad you two were together to be honest.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who plays innocent when he litteraly jump on you when you two are watching a scary movie. He's a fucking liar, don't trust him. He litteraly kills people babe... This guy absolutly LOVE horror movie and even the gorest of them all couldn't make him twitch. But with you, he plays the innocent and easily scared nerd.

➛When the murderer suddenly appear on the screen in a loud scream, the boy plunge his head in your neck, putting his hands before his eyes to hide the TV from him. You laugh. "It wasn't that scary, you know ?" He laughs nervously, moving away from you but still sticking to your side. The side of his thigh flat against yours and your arms touching each other's. His cheeks are red and you probably think it's because of his embarassment in jumping of fear but he's just happy to be near you. "If you're so scared we can change." But he dismisses you. Saying that it's okay. After that, he'll hide himself in your body at each loud noises. Smiling when you can't see him, happy with his trickery.

And that little monster takes advantage of the situation until the end. He'll call/text you when you're at home. He'll keep you awake all night, pretending to be scared to sleep, needing to talk to you even if you're in two differents places just to be reassured.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who guilt trap you by crying if you dare be angry at him or accuse him of something. It can be anything but he'll try and gaslight you. He'll cry harder, like a kid, to prevent you to continue talking.

➛After he came to your flat one day, one of your shirt disappeared. You had lend one to him since he got stained. (even if you're not the same size at him, i'm sure you have oversized clothes so it fit him) Without thinking much of it, you asked him about it when you saw him in class. And suddenly, he's looking at you with his big and shiny doe eyes, as if you had insulted him. Because in his head, you did ! "I gave it back to you litteraly two days ago..?" And he seems so sure of himself that you start to question yourself. "Are you sure ?" you ask, though. And Ethan laugh lightly. You doubt, trying to remember the past few days and thinking that, yeah, maybe he gave it back and it just didnt really stuck to you. "Yeah, I'm sure. Why would I steal your shirt anyway ?" But you swear you haven't seen your clothes in a while now.

➛Like, Ethan, your new friend, comes to your flat one day. You're used to it by now. He's sad, terribly sad. Or at least that's what he shows. "You know that person I was talking to ?" Another lie, he never talked to anyone beside you. And he plans on staying like that. But he told you he was slowly trying to forget about 'his ex', that he was trying to come out of his shell. And also he wanted to make you jealous by telling you he was talking to someone. (it didnt work, he was devastated) "They kind of called me a creep" and he laughs nervously, like he's ashamed to tell you that. (he's not) "They didn't like that I was clingy." And you try to be objective. "You know, people except different things in a relation. Maybe you were indeed too much for them but..." And then his eyes water and you feel bad. "Shit. I'm... Are you okay ? I wasn't insulting..." He doesn't want you to finish that. Because he doesn't want to hear you contradict him. So, thinking you said something stupid, you try to comfort him but now that he got you feeling guilty, he'll lock himself in the bathroom while this time, you're the one following him. He'll act like he's embarrassed to cry before you while in reality that shit is his most powerful technique. He'll cry before you every fucking day if he needed to.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who calls you when he's ghostface, playing with you to see your reactions. He's the type to talk about himself (Ethan) to you to see what do you think about him. Yeah, he's fucked up.

➛"Do you like scary movies ?" ask a changed voice. You frown your brow, taking the phone away from your ear to look at it. As if the face of the caller would appear. "Who are you ?" "Answer the question, pretty." "Don't call me that." A silence pass. Ethan didnt know how to contain his feelings. He was so happy to talk to you ! And in his costume, he was so much more confident ! He was able to tell you things he never did ! "I like scary movie. And you ?" you finally respond in a sigh. Ethan decides to skip this part, rushing to what's interest him. "Do you have a boyfriend ?" "Will my answer change the way you act with me ?" "Maybe" "I don't have a boyfriend, or any kind of partner for that matter." The boy on the other side of the phone was trembling in joy. His cheeks were crimson red. "Good".

➛For the umpteenth time this week, the phone ring. "Please leave me alone." you said, still scared by the call; you answered the phone, again, because he once threatened to come get you if you didn't. You wouldn't have been so terrified if he hadn't told you your exact adress, proving you that he was indeed watching. No way you were going to try him. "I was thinking about your little boyfriend recently. Ethan, right ?" "He's not my boyfriend, leave him alone. He did nothing." As much as he despised the way you dismissed your relation with him, Ethan was euphoric to think you were trying to protect him. "He's not, hm ?" He was shaking from joy thanks to this call. "How would you react seeing his dismembered head in your mailbox, hm ? You'd cry ? I bet you'd cry all your pretty tears for him. I'd like that." "Stop..." "Do you think he'd cry seeing your cute little head in his mailbox ?" And he couldn't stop himself. "I'm sure he'd be devastated. He's so fucking pitiful. I'm sure he wants to fuck you but he's too much of a coward to do so, huh ? Would you like being fucked by him ? To fuck that whore ? Tell me, pretty. Should I send you his head ?"

Plus, the best part was when you'd run to him crying and telling him how much you're scared. Then, Ethan could be your knight in shining armor, promising you he'd protect you from your stalker. And it worked ! Strangely, each time you were stuck to him, Ghostface didn't call.

If only you knew.

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[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Ok so now that I've spent some time thinking about the whole "Chuuya was never a vampire" twist, I... still don't like it. For many reasons.

Here's my explanation; if you want to read it, please do. I strive to be fair. I want to wait for the manga release before making a verdict on whether it's bad writing or not, and I also want to see the start of next arc to see where they're going with all this.

If you don't want to read it, and you're having fun with the twist (it is funny. I will admit that much), then skip this and keep having fun! I don't want to ruin anyone's enjoyment.

First of all. It makes no sense. There are things that just do not add up. There was never an indication this was a possibility.

Bro. Did you put on costume makeup for the texture under your eyes? Did it wash off after nearly getting drowned and you had to frantically reapply it behind Fyodor's back and that's why we couldn't see your face for several chapters. Did you take it off again for your dramatic reveal here at the end? I demand smeared undereye makeup Chuuya in the manga when it releases hbfsdjhbfv

Ok this was more a joke. But here's what really irks me.

From what I can recall, this is. True. He needs to have made contact to manipulate gravity. It's also re-established in this very arc.

Great. So how the fuck did he slow the elevator? He was with Fyodor in a separate room! This makes no sense. Did he leave to stop the elevator and Fyodor was like "oh chill. ok come back soon"??? What?!

Here's another thing I want to address:

@ticklinglady I had this same question. However, on thinking on it again, I do have an answer that makes sense - they had to buy time for Sigma to use his ability on Fyodor, to gain knowledge on him about what he knows, and what his ability is. <-I feel confident in saying this is going to be important later. Sigma will still have a role to play and we will find out more about Fyodor!

Alright. Moving on to the themes, and why this also doesn't work (at least for me).

The theme in this arc is very much to do with the contrast between trust vs control. This is Fyodor's failing when it came to Dazai, and it is established very early on as the major contrast between them, in the Sky Casino arc. The vampires, though it seemed silly and random, fit nicely into that theming. And the conclusion, where Dazai showed extreme faith in Sigma and the Agency members (and what an interesting contrast that is; to have someone show faith in ordinary humans when his foil is a man who has faith in god but not humanity), that fits into that theming also. Ok, so this was an extension of that right? Showing faith in Chuuya, as always.

Yeah, no. I want to direct your attention back to this here.

This line is the one that had everyone going "oh man skk is going to fuck you up for that". I made an entire analysis back when this chapter first came out about the themes that we saw, and Fyodor's utter devaluing of the effectiveness of people beyond just their skills and abilities (it's here, if you're curious). This is why I suspected that, since Dazai and Fyodor are intellectually matched, it would have to be Sigma and Chuuya to catch Fyodor off guard - because he only values what people can do, not who they are.

Well, we got a little with Sigma, before Fyodor took control of the situation again. (Rip buddy.) Sigma's tenacity and unwillingness to fall for Fyodor's manipulating him away from helping the Agency was based off his personal choice and free will. He managed to shoot him! Fyodor was reduced to a cheap trick to get close enough to stab him! There was a certain level of payoff.

But Chuuya? I want you to think for a second. What did he actually do? Not a single part of this was Chuuya's idea. It was Mori's - he was at the very least sent undercover under orders, if not sent to Meursault under orders. He didn't even glue his own fangs in apparently. Now let's go over what he did. Why was it so necessary that it be Chuuya there? Well, obviously because gravity manipulation was needed to slow the elevator and the bullet. Oh... hm. So. His ability. Was what was needed, huh?

But it was necessary for it to be Chuuya because of the bond between him and Dazai, right? Oh. Wait. So, Chuuya's personality and goals don't matter - only his ability to read Dazai.

This twist makes it so Chuuya as a person doesn't actually throw a wrench into Fyodor's plans at all. All that matters is that he is Mori's executive and Dazai's partner. I guess he was "utilized" after all. I thought, with his characterization in Fifteen and Stormbringer, that we were moving away from this characterization of Chuuya only by his bond with Dazai. Do you want to scream.

You might be saying, okay, but at the very least it showed the depths of Double Black's bond! ...did it? Not really, at least not to me. The only impressive part of any of this was Mori's preparedness. This was barely an skk plan. It was a Mori plan. Double Black placing their lives in each other's hands is a Tuesday for them. This is nothing we didn't already know. And truthfully, it goes nowhere near the level of sheer trust we saw in Dead Apple. Mori sent Chuuya in sure, but it was only after everything settled down that he realized that Mori suspected Dazai would need help. Before that point, it seemed everyone thought Dazai was dead except Chuuya. Chuuya chose to jump out of that plane. Chuuya chose to risk his life. It showcased his personality, his free agency, and the level of trust they had far, far better. And it was emotionally satisfying! Dazai was extremely grateful that his trust paid off! Chuuya was somewhat conscious during Corruption, enough to weaken his own punch and shout Dazai's name! Dazai prevented Chuuya from having his ability be separated from him by the fog! They are an unbeatable team... but they were still left exhausted, and had to rely only on each other. How does what happened in this latest episode compare to that in a way that makes me believe they've actually outmaneuvered Fyodor?

Listen. I'll take twists that don't really have a great build up if they further the themes or character development, or it just makes for good drama. There's an interesting pay off, at least, so I say "okay, okay. Could've been done better, but I'll let it slide for the intrigue." But here? Nothing. It was boring. Are you bored.

Anime watchers were probably more fine with it. Maybe it was a little disappointing, but oh well. But manga readers have been having this plot dragged out for years. A lot of said fans (including myself) were excited to see Chuuya become main series relevant and receive present day development - and it seemed like we were going to get that with the recent publication of not one, but two Chuuya backstory novels, and the drama of this arc pitting Dazai and Chuuya against each other. Instead, this did absolutely nothing of interest for his character. Why was he even here?

Which brings me to the last point, which is the characterization.

Going back and re-reading this entire arc now, it becomes one big stage performance. Ok, fine, it's a little funny. But now there's hardly anything of value to these interactions. The only ones that actually matter are Fyodor and Sigma, and Fyodor and Nikolai. All that buildup to drama between Double Black, to another incredible display of trust, to something shifting and changing from the status quo... all that build up, and nothing has changed for Chuuya, or for Double Black. The show of trust wasn't even that dramatic really. Are you bored still.

This also weakens Fyodor's character to me. Fyodor witnessed their incredible show of trust in Dead Apple. I assumed he was prepared for skk-typical bullshittery, you know, being a genius on par if not greater than Dazai. You're telling me he was so overconfident he completely missed that Chuuya wasn't a vampire? Really? Fyodor really had nothing in place that would verify whether the vampires were actually under control? He wasn't constantly checking for a plan? It really was just red eyes and fangs, and he thought that was fine? That's it? Ok.

Truthfully, I was kind of :| about several of the preceding twists in the Meursault arc, particularly the dagger Fyodor pulled out when he started acting to Sigma, and the door railing being preemptively crushed by Chuuya before the drowning started. The dagger was actually ornate in the manga, which raised several questions - it couldn't have come from a guard. It made me think there was more to that interaction than just Fyodor pretends to have a split personality and that there was actually something to that knife. Well, it was made to be a regular knife in the anime, so I guess theorizing across those lines are dashed.

What bothered me the most though was the crumpling of the rail to stop the door from completely closing. There was no indication of this in the manga. None. No one could've predicted that - because it's stupid. The water filled so fast it couldn't get out of the crack in the door, even though it was huge??? Dazai was in the control room - you're telling me that there was no security camera focused on the door??? You know, where you would position a security camera??? It was dumb to me, but I was willing to roll my eyes and move on because I was expecting a good payoff to all this, and well, it was funny.

But now, the whole arc is one extended joke skk were playing on Fyodor. And you're telling me that's how our major antagonist goes out? Our major antagonist of several arcs? Be for fucking real.

And depending on when Dazai figured it out, it may even cheapen earlier scenes. If he found out after the elevator slowed like people have been theorizing, I could accept that. That's fine. But I need people to recall: in the actual episode he states "it was all an act".

Is Dazai probably lying to save face? Sure. But as of this moment we actually have no evidence it wasn't an act from the beginning. Remember that Ango was communicating the whole time with Dazai. Remember that Mori was involved and helped Tanizaki and Kenji get to safety. It's entirely possible it was all premeditated.

One last suggestion: the plan name was "Good-bye" as suggested earlier. This means that even if Dazai didn't know from the beginning, he knew by the time of his speech to Chuuya as he was drowning.

This means that his whole scheme with Sigma was not an extremely dangerous, life-risking play on his part at all (@daz4i has gone to explain why this sacrificialism isn't good for a suicidal character, which I recommend reading, but nonetheless it was still notable characterization for Dazai). And what about this?

Even his own flashbacks and memories were, what? A lie? A performance? For whom? Not for Fyodor, that's for sure.

For us. The readers. For the people who are invested in these two and their dynamic. For the people who wanted development between them, because there are actually issues there that have not been resolved. People wanted Dazai to show real concern. Chuuya is still bitter, even if Dazai thinks everything is fine and the same since he left. There was a tease that we're going to get how Chuuya felt when Dazai left the Mafia at some point in the future. People were making angsty art and writing and getting really excited because all the prior interactions had appeared to be set up for the payoff of this drama.

We get an introduction in the dungeon. We reveal their partnership and fearsome reputation during the Lovecraft fight. They perform flawlessly in Dead Apple. Throughout all this, they need no communication. They read each other and respond in tandem, always... but there's still an underlying tension in the way they do not talk to each other. I, and many others, had thought the prison escape arc was the breaking point for some development, since their prior appearances were all meant to establish them as a team, and this arc dealt heavily with the breaking of established things.

But no. Deus ex skk is perfect. They have no issues or flaws. Do you want to scream again.

Anyways. I recognize I'm probably just very disappointed right now and by tomorrow, I probably won't care anymore and will just roll with it. I think I was extra disappointed because while I tempered my expectations for, say, Yosano and Kyouka's involvement (sigh...), I fully expected skk would be handled well, being the fandom faves and where the money is at, so I guess I took the disappointment that much harder.

However, I'm eager to see how the manga tackles the ending, and if we will get any extra cues or better pacing there that may make me not quite so bitter. If it's any consolation, I do think we'll be getting Chuuya focus at some point in a future arc, and while I do think Fyodor is dead, I doubt he will have stopped haunting the narrative. He'll be back in some capacity. I'm pretty certain he's still the mastermind.

And I'm curious about the next arc and what's happening there. Maybe some things will be revealed later that will help smooth out the flaws here.

#storyrambles #listen by tomorrow i'll probably be totally chill and whatever about it #i just needed to get this out #bsd #bsd season 5 #bsd spoilers #bsd negativity

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Meet Me at the Farmers Market - A Christmas Special - 🎅 Santa's Baby ❄️

A Farmers Market! Joel AU x Confident! Plus Sized! F! Reader

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: What does a Contractor do in his spare time? Sell his wood carvings at the Saturday Farmers Market, of course! A Grumpy x Sunshine Joel Miller series collective of one shots

Chapter Rating: T

Word Count: 1.4K

Chapter Warnings & Notes: Explicit language, Miller Family Hijinks, Joel's in a costume, Ellie's in a costume, everyone is in a costume!, Naughty Santa, Tommy just can't help himself, One big-time jump into the future!, Joel is a girl dad through and through, Merry Christmas ya filthy animals!

Summary: What happens when Joel is forced to be the market's resident Santa? This story takes place five years after Pt. 6

A/N: ... and the Miller Family Hijinks™ are back!

In all seriousness, I want to thank everyone who has read, shared, liked, and loved this little series of mine. What came from an insane idea one day working at the farmers market to where we are now, I am so thankful for all of you that has supported me and my silly little series this year! I am so so so happy you all love Farmers Market Joel, and I can't wait to write more for you all! Here is a little Christmas treat set a few years in the future. I hope you all enjoy! Merry Christmas, everyone!

Dividers by @saradika

“Tommy, you fucking owe me… big time.”

Joel shifts uncomfortably in his seat, the cheap polyester of the ill-fitting Santa suit clinging to his bare skin, leaving him itchy beyond belief.  Thank god it’s decently cold in Austin this time of year, he thinks to himself- if I had to do this in 90-degree weather… he pulls at the offending white beard strapped on his face, “Tell me why I’m being held against my will being Santa yet again-“

“Oh, come on, Joel, no swearing in front of the kids!” Tommy teases, slapping his brother's back as he fiddles with the digital camera fixed in front of Joel, making sure that it sits steady on its tripod. “Besides, you certainly look the part, you know. Maybe you could lay off on the after-work beers once in a while.”

“Go fuck yourself, asshole-“

“I thought we were going to try not to bicker and cuss each other out this year?” Sarah suddenly interjects, an elf hat fixed on her head as she smooths out her elf costume. She smirks, turning to a not-too-pleased Ellie in her costume, muttering to herself about getting paid to endure the torture of volunteering for the annual Christmas festival at the market. “Oh Ellie, you look so-“

“Stupid? Because I feel like a moron-" she chides, stomping next to Tommy as she fiddles with the camera. Tommy whacks her hands away as he shoos her off. “This is so fucking embarrassing! At least Joel doesn’t have to wear a pillow under that suit-“

Three of the four Millers burst into laughter, Joel glaring at them as he shakes his head. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, glad y'all are having a blast at my expense… next time Maria asks for a Santa, you-“ he points at Tommy, his face still red from laughing, “as her husband, should volunteer yourself-“

“… but you wear the suit so well, brother! Besides, I’m sure Sunflower would love for you to climb up her chimney…” Tommy interjects with a mischievous grin, sending the group into another fit of laughter.

“Oh gross!” Ellie shrieks, “Please tell me you’re going to burn that suit afterward!”

“Okay Millers, are you ready?!” Maria claps her hands together as she approaches, a wide smile on her face as she pushes Tommy aside, settling herself behind the camera. “Got all of the swear words out of your system? Let’s get into our places, there’s a lot of antsy kids waiting for Santa, we can’t keep them waiting, can we!”

Joel adjusts the too-big Santa trousers once more and gives her a thumbs up. “Okay, Let’s get this shit over with!”

“Dad, your beard is crooked,” Sarah laughs, reaching over to fiddle with the fake beard and kissing his cheek. “For the record, you are the best Santa the market has ever seen…”

“… and yet, this doesn’t mean that you’re getting a new car-“

“… she’s going to love it,” Sarah cuts him off, a small smile on her face. “Besides, don’t you think she’ll be happy to see you all dressed up?”

Joel smiles at that, nodding. “I hope so, I’m doing this just for her, you know?”

“Yeah, Dad, I know.” His eldest daughter laughs, “You’re going to kill it!”  

After what feels like forever, families keep streaming in as the day goes on. Kids of all shapes and sizes take their turns on Joel's lap—some looking terrified, others just thrilled to meet Santa. Thankfully, the line finally starts thinning out as the last hour of the festival approaches.

Joel, finally catching a break, stands up to stretch. He twists his back, and you can practically hear his body protesting in agony. "I'm getting too old for this shit," he sighs, frowning.  

"Excuse me, Santa," a little voice calls out from behind. "Is it my turn?"

Joel can't help but smile as he turns around, facing a little girl, no older than four, her head tilted to the side. She sports a wide grin and a pink beanie atop her head, her brown hair fashioned in charming braids, holding her mother's hand. "Sure, baby girl. Come to Santa!" Joel exclaims, settling back into his sleigh. He pats his thigh invitingly, the girl's mother giving you a knowing wink as she carries her onto Joel's lap.

“So, have you been a good girl this year?”

The girl beams at him, bouncing up and down as she nods. "Yes! I water all the plants at my mommy’s stand-" she points off into the distance, "and my daddy said that if I’m a good girl, he’s going to teach me to carb animals too!" She exclaims, "Just like my sisters! I’m a big girl now, that’s why!"

"Is that right? How old are you now?"

She holds up four little fingers. "I’m FOR!"

"... and what’s your name, pretty girl?" Joel asks with a twinkle in his eye.

“I’m Anna Miller!” she replies, her hand raised in excitement. “You can call me Annie! My mommy and daddy sell stuff at the market, do you know them?”

“I might,” Joel replies knowingly, giving her mother a wink. “Your daddy tells me that you have been very good this year!” Joel plays along, a conspiratorial smile shared between you and him. The enchantment of the moment continues as Annie beams with joy at the confirmation from Santa himself.

“Really?” she cries, “I’m so happy, I want to learn how to make my favorite animal, my daddy promised! He’s not here today,” she pouts, “it’s just me and mommy! I miss him. Mommy said he’s busy working his other job, do you think daddy is going to come to the market before it closes?”

“Well, baby girl,” Joel smiles as he winks at her mother once more, “as Santa, I can promise you that he’s going to be here, I’ll make sure of it. What’s your daddy’s name?” Joel continues the charade, eager to sprinkle a bit more magic into his daughter's day.

“Joel! My daddy’s name is Joel Miller! Do you know him?!”

“I sure do!” Joel replies, patting her back as Maria takes a photo of the two of them. “We are really good friends, you know?”

Anna turns back to you as you stifle a laugh. “Mommy, did you know Daddy is friends with Santa?! All of my friends are going to be jealous! Can you call Daddy and tell him his friend is here?” She leaps off of Joel's lap, running to you as you hike her up onto your hip. Joel hurriedly rips off the Santa costume, leaving him in his undershirt and jeans as he smirks at his wife and daughter.

"Sure, baby," you coo, looking over your shoulder as you laugh at Joel, giving him a nod, making sure the coast is clear.  

"Hey, baby," he says from behind, his daughter squirming in your grasp.

"Daddy!" she shrieks, wiggling herself from Sunflower as she barrels into Joel. "You're here!" She frowns as she takes him in, her lip wobbling as she starts to cry.

Joel looks at you in horror, turning his attention back to his daughter as she cries in his arms, moving her back and forth as he attempts to console her. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Daddy, why do you have Santa's beard on you?" Annie innocently replies, pulling on the cheap beard as Ellie erupts in laughter from behind, Sarah whacking her sister as she tries to get her to settle down. "Are you old like Santa?"

"It's okay, baby," Tommy suddenly appears, his smirk as wide as Tim Curry's from Home Alone. "He's older than him, don't you know? That's why they're such good friends!"

"Oh, go fuck-"

"Language!" you scold Joel, covering your daughter's ears as you approach him, kissing him on the lips. Joel attempts to take off the offensive beard, your hand suddenly halting his movements. "Keep it on," you whisper in his ear, "Maybe Santa might let me sit on his lap later, do you think you can ask him, being that you're such good friends and all?" you tease, pinching his ass. 

"Oh, I think I can convince him," he winks, slapping your ass as you jump in surprise. "Have you been a good girl this year? Or have you been naughty? I think Santa likes them-"

"Gross! Get a room ya filthy animals!" Ellie yells, ripping off her elf hat as she throws it at Tommy, "This is the last time, you hear me?"

#pedro pascal #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller x female reader #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x plus size reader #joel tlou #joel the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tlou hbo #tlou fic #joel miller fic #joel miller imagine #meet me at the farmers market

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Babe wake up laurelicious has returned with more modern au headcanons 🥱 thank u to everyone who loves on these posts and adds their own silly things to it!!! Y’all make me very happy and I’m glad we can share this goofy universe!!

Previous sillies:

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See yall unda da cut 😼😼😼

-little miss Unnamed Marston Daughter has absolutely been blasting Olivia Rodrigo’s new album around the house

Everyone complains but John finds himself quietly murmuring “seeing u tonight… it’s a bad idea right??” While he’s brushing his teeth

Abigail tries to be supportive and plays it while she drives the kids to school, now she and Jack know all the words to Vampire and listen to it once they’ve already dropped UMD off

-both Marston children always dress as something weird for Halloween

John and Abigail stay up late making the costumes for their weirdo children bc they love them :)

On a similar note when John and Arthur were kids they were little matching power rangers and if you bring it up to Dutch he WILL cry over it bc he loves his babies

-the entire Marston family takes Halloween way too seriously to be completely honest

Abigail and John are the cool family in the neighborhood with the really good candy

Dutch and Hosea have now graduated to the old person level of giving out full sized bars but the window of opportunity before they turn in for the night is SMALL so all the kids in their neighborhood sprint to their house first

Charles and Arthur give out tootsie rolls and milk duds. That’s it.

-the following are songs John cried to as a teenager:

Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade

Miserable at Best by Mayday Parade

Scars by Papa Roach

Disenchanted by MCR

-John and Javier were absolutely bffs in middle/high school, they kissed once at a party then never spoke of it again

Javier is now the cool childless uncle that they all see once a year and brings the kids cool gifts

-when Arthur was a teenager he got caught sneaking back into the house after curfew, he was grounded for a month

John was the asshole little sibling who was super excited that his brother was in trouble

-Arthur wears slippers, Charles wears fuzzy socks. I’m right

-Charles uses nice shampoo/conditioner and Arthur is always hovering around on wash days:)

-Arthur has broken every single toe like. 5 times at least.

-Charles and Arthur love corny ass reality TV

They started watching the bachelor to make fun of it, but now they tune in every single week and have their favorites

Tell me Arthur wouldn’t love the masked singer. He goes nuts every single time (“Charles!!!!!! They opened it up and it was KERMIT!?! That’s too good!”)

-Because Isaac doesn’t live with them full time these two go absolutely bananas when he comes to stay with them, Charles is scrubbing down the house while Arthur clears out the grocery store of all his favorite snacks :)

Before he visits Arthur is texting Eliza like “what drama should I know?? Any new friends? A girlfriend? A boyfriend?!?” Just so he’s up to date

-Arthur loves Raisin Bran/Corn Nuts/other old man cereals

-we’ve touched on this before but Charles’ mom absolutely adores Arthur and when she comes over she’s basically shoving Charles out of the way like “my baby darling Arthur how are you!!!🥰”

-Isaac plays baseball and Charles and Arthur are full on sport dads in the best way possible

They bring snacks for the team, they’re sitting in those little fold up chairs, they’re cheering louder than everyone else in the stands, etc.

Arthur ‘sentimental ass’ Morgan keeps a little box of all the memorabilia from baseball throughout the years :)

This was a particularly silly batch, methinks. As always if anyone wants me to add other characters into this universe lmk😼 alsooooo I have started writing little oneshots/drabbles/etc expanding this if anyone would be interested in reading them!! No promises on when they’d be done but I think it would be a good time hehe

#as always please ignore my tags it’s humiliating #rdr2 modern au #charthur #charthur headcanon #arthur morgan #charles smith #john marston #jack marston #abigail marston #abigail roberts #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #vandermatthews

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chad meeks martin smut where him and reader meet at the frat party through anika and they talk all night and eventually go upstairs bc the tension is too strong and reader gives him head and they have sex

Use Your Words

Chad Meeks-Martin x fem. Reader

Word count: 1749

Warnings: getting head (male receiving), fingering, p in v🫢🫢, unprotected -> don’t be silly wrap your Willy💪

A/N: it’s really late at night and I’m tired but I tried my best. The ending is not very eventful cuz I wanna go to bed

You squeezed past several people in the crowd, trying to look for your friend. You turned around for one second and she was gone. Probably with her girlfriend, being a happy couple. Kill me.

You didn’t want to come to this party. You wanted to stay at your dorm and watch movies, preferably the rom-com genre. It was your guilty pleasure, and you were missing out on enjoying it. Anika insisted you show up, make some sort of appearance.

“At least stay for an hour! Maybe you’ll meet someone special tonight. I could introduce you to a friend of mine! Pleaseeee!” She whined and begged for you when classes were over, and you gave in. Maybe it would go well. Maybe you’d enjoy yourself.

You honestly were, probably because of the alcohol. You were a little buzzed, but not too drunk. You weren’t about to get blackout drunk like that one guy you saw on the couch with a lampshade on his head. The image of him made you laugh, catching the ear of a stranger. Chad Meeks-Martin, stereotypical frat boy.

You didn’t see him, but he saw you. You, wearing a black lacy cami top with a matching skirt and a witch hat. You didn’t try that hard to make a costume; you hadn’t decided to go the party until the day of. It was a simple outfit that no one could struggle with recognizing. Chad could see you were a witch, but he didn’t recognize you.

He wanted to get to know you immediately. Who was this pretty girl? How has he never seen her before in his life? He tapped his friend’s shoulder. “Ethan do you recognize that girl?” Chad points her out in the crowd as she heads for the kitchen. Ethan spots her, but has no such luck remembering who she is. “Sorry man. I don’t know who she is.”

He sees you talking to someone, someone he actually does recognize! Anika my darling you have saved the day! He made his way through the crowd, trying to make sure he didn’t lose either of you.

“I’m sorry for leaving you, okay? I just got a little sidetracked with Mindy,” Anika sighed. You figured that out quickly by the sight of a couple hickeys on her neck. She caught you staring and moved her hair to cover them up. Subtle.

“It’s okay. I just don’t know that many people here is all. I’m not having that much fun,” you confessed before taking the shot that was in Anika’s hand. Before Anika said anything, she spots a familiar face coming towards the two of you. Chad was mouthing some words to her, something along the lines of “introduce me!” Anika got the hint and grinned, spinning you around to face him.

“I don’t believe you’ve met Chad! He’s Mindy’s brother,” Anika exclaimed. You noticed his physique, all those muscles he had. He was shirtless, sweaty, hot. You were starting to feel a little hot yourself. You introduced yourself, and he complimented your name. He found it pretty, just like the rest of you.

Anika stayed with you for a while, keeping you and Chad company. Mindy was off with Ethan, talking about something horror-related. You and Chad gave each other many glances, some looks that sent your hearts racing. As the crowd started to move closer to you guys, you all moved out of the way. You felt Chad’s hands on your waist, moving you closer to him. It was simply to move you out of the way, but he liked having you close to him. You liked it too.

Anika saw this simple interaction, noticing how only one of his hands left your hips. “So Chad! My friend here isn’t seeing anybody. Are you?”

“Anika!” You glared at her. What are you doing?

“As a matter of fact, I’m not! What a coincidence,” Chad grinned. You both looked at each other again, showing some intrigue in the subject. Anika cleared her throat. “I’m gonna go grab my girlfriend. Be right back!” She smiled and waved at the both of you before walking off.

She wasn’t planning on coming back.

You and Chad continued to talk some more, even drinking a shot together. You talked about each other’s classes, where you both were from, weird college experiences so far, and so on. You laughed at his jokes, and he laughed at yours. There came a point in the conversation where you both just stopped saying anything. There was a mutual understanding between you in that moment. You both knew one thing: you wanted to be alone with each other.

“You wanna go upstairs?” He asked you as he took your hand into his.

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go then.” As he lead you up the stairs, you spotted Mindy and Anika giving you the thumbs-up. Chad spotted a vacant room and quickly brought you inside. He makes sure there’s no one passed out in the closet or on the other side of the bed on the floor. You shut the door, not wanting any strangers to waltz right in.

“It’s just me and you now.”

“Just me and you,” you repeated. He walks over to and flicks your witch hat.

“It’s a big hat.”

“So is your cowboy one.”

“But I have less of a chance of hitting someone with mine,” he retorted. You rolled your eyes and laughed as you took it off, throwing it on the bed. He caressed the side of your face.

“You still look pretty though. If that makes any difference at all.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re stunning.” His thumb ran across your bottom lip, parting your mouth open.

“Yeah…so pretty,” he murmured. You both start to move closer, leaning towards the other.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank god.” He smashed his lips against yours as his hands move to grip your waist. Your arms went around his neck to deepen the kiss, and you practically started to melt. You felt his fingers move under your shirt, digging into your skin. You didn’t want him to stop touching you. You didn’t want to stop touching him.

It was like a dream.

He broke the kiss to sit on the edge of the bed and tried to pull you into his lap, but you didn’t sit. His hands are still in your waist as you stare down at the bulge in his pants. He didn’t mention he was huge.

He noticed where your eyes were looking. “Do you wanna touch it, baby?” You look back at his face and nod. “Yeah.” He starts unbuckling his belt for you as you kneel down in between his legs. He unzips his pants and manages to slip his cock out of his boxers. Your heart was practically beating in your throat at the sight of him. He was hard, very hard. He let out shaky breaths as he stroked himself slowly, teasing himself. You liked seeing him touch himself. He liked how you watched him with such curiosity.

You wrap your hand around his shaft underneath his own hand and mimic his movements. When you start to get the hang of it, he quickly removes his hand and grips the comforter. He felt sensitive in your hand, in your touch. He let out groans and low moans for you, saying your name just the right way when you touched his tip.

When you brought him into your mouth, he was a goner. Your mouth was so warm and wet around him; he even hit the back of your throat a couple times. You gagged around him when he did that, but you didn’t stop. His hands dug into your hair and held your head to make you move the way he wanted you to.

He was close to cumming. The thought of finishing in your mouth was sublime, but maybe another time. He tapped the side of your head as a signal to stop, so you did. You licked your lips and looked up at him, wondering if you did something wrong.

“Did you not like it?”

“I did, baby. I really did.” He helped you up and laid you on the bed. “I just wanna fuck your pussy so bad. Is that alright?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Good.” He hiked your skirt up and saw how your underwear clung to your skin from being soaked. He moved his hand inside your underwear, getting his fingers wet. You let out small sounds at the feeling of his fingers circling your clit and moving inside you. You bucked your hips up as he moved faster, hearing your insides squelching around his fingers. Your sounds got louder, slowly building up.

“Chad c’monnn,” you drawled out.

“I know baby. I just wanted to get you ready for me.” He takes his fingers out and you whine at the feeling. He moves closer and lines his cock up with your hole, slowly moving into you. You tense up and grip his bare shoulders, closing your eyes. He groans at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin.

“Baby you gotta relax. It’s gonna feel much better. I promise.” He tried to soothe your pain and plant kisses on your face. You try to relax, letting him farther inside you. The emptiness you felt when his fingers left you no longer existed. He filled you up completely. You were almost a little scared for him to move. His face was contorting at the feeling of your walls throbbing around him, the feeling of your warmth. He rested his head right by yours, taking a second to prepare himself.

“I’m gonna move. Are you ready for that?” He warned you. You nod.

“I need words, baby.”

“I’m ready. I can take it.” He starts to move his hips, immediately groaning in your ear. When he pushed his hips against yours, your nails started to scratch his back.

His hips were moving slowly, but the thrusts were hitting so deep. You moaned into each other’s mouths and ears, occasionally feeding each other a praise. You could feel him in your stomach. Hell if you looked down at your stomach, you could maybe see a bulge. But you weren’t paying much attention to anything. Neither of you were. Neither of you cared about what was happening outside of the room. Neither of you cared about who was texting or calling you guys.

You just wanted him to cum on your face.

#scream vi #scream 6 smut #chad meeks martin #chad meeks imagine #chad meeks x fem!reader #chad meeks smut

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Last but not least:

My Rook Hunt rant!

(Long have I been trying to avoid it because, oh boy. This man gives me so little to accept as Canon and so much to speculate.)

Book 5/6 mentions

Rook is such fascinating character. Both in his actions, his design, habits, his mind - Everything. No doubt he's rather odd the way he is, this peculiar little guy with a mind as unique as the spring flower and as mysterious as the universe. Yet, there have been certainly some aspects in game where you can see his distinctive personality and that he's far beyond Savanaclaws natural enemy and #2 Neige Fanboy (reference intended).

For one, I really like to speak a particular moment in-game that has many Neige-"disliker", Rook Fans and Vil Enjoyer on edge:

And everyone be like "Don't let Vil hear", "Vil's not gonna be happy about that one", "Vil about to overblot for a second time" and so on. But there's just so much wrong with it. Because the literal four sentences after that one were:

"But it wasn't Neige himself who moved me. It was all the elements of the show combined that made him shine. There was the music, costumes, and overall design, of course. And the wizard and other cast, members were spectacular-- especially the villains."

Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't Vil the Villain in the show? It would've been perfect crumbs for the RookVil shippers but all they see is "omg, Rook fanboys about Neige." And there's another thing that people deeply seem to hate about Rook:

"He made Vil overblot because he betrayed him!"

He did not. It's not even because I like Rook and justify his actions, it's plain and simply wrong. Rook "betrayed" Vil and NRC sure (although I already gave my opinion about that topic here) but Rook has *not* caused Vils overblot. The story is quite simple: Vil tries to poison Neige -> He gets stopped -> Overblots -> They all perform -> Rook votes for RSA. The End. End of story. No discussion needed. I'm sorry if you can't comprehend the story line but I am not going to discuss over such simple period of time that happened in the matter of a few chapters.

But I'll get to Rooks special love for Neige and Vil later. First I'd like to talk about the eccentric Hunter himself but oh boy, where do I even start? There's so much to unpack, yet there is barely anything to work with.

(I'd like to mention at this point that I find it extremely hilarious that we get the most Rook/Pomefiore lore not in the Book of Pomefiore but literally a Book later during their break in into the Island of Woe and during the Escape out of Tartarus. Like alright, you had your Book but casually Loredrop on us because why the fuck not. We're all about to get royally fucked every turn but you go girl.)

The first time we get to meet Rook is during Book 2 where MC and the Heartslabyul gang tries to protect potential victims of the mysterious destruction. When do we get to see him again? I don't even remember, he just shows up, fucks around and disappears like hepatitis. I think outside of Book 5 and Book 6, the only *real* sight of Rook is in events or Vignettes which mainly imply him bothering the hell out of whoever has his current attention.

We've got Leona being watched by a blushing Rook in Rooks Labcoat Vignette, Malleus who throws an object with insane speed almost directly into his face because Rook was a little too interested in Lilia in his Sports Uniform Vignette, his Ceremonial Robes Vignette was basically him wanting to take a shower in Octavinelle and forcing Floyd to come with him (one of the funniest interactions if you ask me). These are the only cards I own and I'm rather slacking off when it comes to keeping up with all Vignettes and Events, so the only one I can talk about is his Culinary Crucible Vignette where he was pretty much his blushing self while watching Cater doing his thing (Poor Chef who thought Rook was just extremely excited to cook).

All these interactions seemed rather silly to me - Until I watched/read Rooks Halloween Vignette where he talks a little about his childhood: He was a child who struggled greatly to express himself. That was, until his parents took him to watch the fateful Play that was previously mentioned in the screenshot I've shown. That day, he became the person we see now: The dramatic and overly expressive Rook, that could be the prime example of a theater kid.

If we keep this in mind, his actions suddenly make sense: Theater is build on dramatics, exaggeration and poetry. If you struggle to express yourself but learn from something as expressive as acting, it's only natural that you're becoming this overwhelming expressive being we see in Rook. So I personally believe that he has no ill intention when being himself. In fact I believe it's the only way he can express himself and he's mildly smart it about it as well:

He knows that his extroverted nature is overwhelming to introverts such as Leona (for example), so he keeps his distance. Yet, he can't help but admire the beastman for the person he is - So in order to not overwhelm him, he watches from afar. This, on another note, leads to him having this "stalker" being. Though he keeps pushing his luck by ignoring any kind of boundary being put up by anyone (no matter if it's Leona, Ruggie or even Floyd who, in the end, just accepted his fate).

I also believe that him being naturally rather incapable of expressing himself is one part of why we know so little about him. Another part is - in my opinion - that he's purposely hiding. Not in the literal sense but in the way Cater hides himself. Rook is a prime example of "pretending to be overly opened up but in reality it's a facade to hide your real being" (I can promise you, it's an actual psychological thing. I just can't remember the name rn and I'm too lazy to Google it). You'd look at Rook and believe you know everything about him but you barely know how many siblings he has or if his parents are still alive. In fact, the only thing we know is that he has a large (and extremely wealthy) family that is big enough that they barely manage to see each other.

This is where I come to another point: It's a common belief that the Tweels are a Mafia family but I don't think I've ever seen anyone say the same thing about Rook, yet it would make sense. He's a hunter, he knows how to kill (and I don't doubt he did it too), he survived in the most absurd situations in the wild, his observation skills are almost inhumane and his family is much a secret as the pictures behind his wallpaper. I know we, as a fandom, joke about it but has anyone genuinely considered that Rook may or may not have a criminal family? It would certainly explain why he has the vibe of a rough guy yet the behavior of Royalty - Sure, it may also be because he's part of Pomefiore but realistically speaking: You can't tell me that he "fixed" habits he gained during his whole life growing up, then one Model (which is obvious Vil) comes across and suddenly he's the little petite guy. There had to be at least a base growing up that Vil just intensified.

I currently feel like I'm missing half of fhe things I want to say about him, fuck my life.

Ah, there is one thing I'd also like to talk about that people either misinterpret, mischaracterize or ignore: His relationship with Epel. Many view Rook as nothing but Vils little Lap dog, the Chihuahua in his purse if you will - While I can understand that, there's more to him and it's especially showing when Rook is talking with Epel. If Rook would be truly as loyal as Vil would hope him to be, he wouldn't be as nice to Epel as he is. Not only in Book 6 (which is undoubtedly one of the biggest "supportive step dad" moments), we can find Rook multiple times trying to help out dear Farmerboy to adapt to the fancy life in Pomefiore by giving him educated tips and hints without judging him (One specific moment I have in mind is Epels Ceremonial Robes Vignette where Epel struggled to handle the fancy way of eating that was wanted in Pomefiore - Instead of judging Epel like the other pretty boys do, Rook actually tries to help him out). Just had to add this because it's such subtle hint on his nature yet it's such a sweet way.

I feel like I've been missing a few things right now but they won't come to mind, so it is what it is. Since I killed the limit, the HCs are here.

#twisted wonderland #twst #rook hunt

[star-going-supernova]

Gregory has a nightmare where his dad, a famous singer, was an animatronic bear inside an 80s themed entertainment venue and his sister was a guard/rabbit killer. And tells it all at breakfast.

Give it up for tumblr generated prompt number 18! This one is also from ao3, by Ewq1111. Another very fun prompt! Framing canon as a dream one of the characters has is always going to get a chuckle out of me. Gregory is nine, Vanessa is fifteen, and Freddy’s their bio dad. 

Dreams (Probably) Don’t Have Deeper Meanings

It was fifty-fifty on whether Freddy would be the first up in their home. Not between him and his eldest, no. Vanessa would sleep until noon if she wasn’t retrieved sooner. But his youngest, Gregory, had more energy than any of them knew what to do with. 

He tried to be downstairs first mostly to avoid a repeat of the time Gregory decided to walk alone to the park two blocks over at 6:30 a.m. He didn’t always manage it, but his son at least had taken mercy on Freddy’s poor heart and not done that again. That he instead somehow found his way to the roof as an alternative two weeks after the park incident was… not ideal. 

These were the things Freddy was thinking about as he laid in bed, just barely awake, and heard Gregory’s door open. Before he could muster up the strength to slide out from under the covers to intercept him, those quick little footsteps had come right up to his own door. 

Freddy lifted his head, suddenly alert, as Gregory slipped into his bedroom. To his relief, Gregory didn’t look distressed as he climbed up on the bed and crawled over to collapse beside Freddy. He so hated to see his son upset. 

“I had a weird dream,” he announced, muffled where his face was pressed into the comforter. 

Freddy chuckled and nudged him into rolling over so they could face each other. “Was it a good weird dream?”

“I dunno. It wasn’t bad. Just… weird.” 

At risk of putting Gregory back to sleep, Freddy reached up and began to run his fingers through his son’s fluffy hair. He went limp almost immediately. “What was it about?” Freddy asked. 

“I got lost in a big mall. Like, really big. It had a bowling alley and laser tag and go karts and a big concert room and two arcades—”

“That is really big,” Freddy agreed. 

Gregory nodded. “And there were robots all over the place. Some were cleaning, and some were rolling around with flashlights. They were looking for intruders—like me!—but they were really bad at it. They didn’t see me until I ran into them.” He giggled. 

It sounded exactly like the sort of silly thing Gregory would dream of. “I suppose not even robots are guaranteed to be good at their jobs.”

“Yeah! But they weren’t the best robots. There was a band! A chicken, an alligator, a wolf, and a bear. They were all really cool.” 

Freddy tried to imagine it. “They actually looked like animals?” 

Gregory snorted. “No, no, like if humans wore costumes that looked like animals. Like mascots.” 

“Ah. But they weren’t costumes?” 

“Nope, they were animaltronics.” He frowned. “Wait. Um.” 

“Animatronics?” Freddy offered. 

His son wiggled. “Yeah, that! But the bear was you, Dad.” He kept going before Freddy could process that. “You were an orange bear with a blue lightning bolt on your chest and you were the singer in the band, and all the other robots were trying to get me except for you. And I hid in your stomach.” 

Freddy laughed. “I can see why it was a weird dream. Did I help keep you safe? Was I a good robot bear?” 

“You were the best!” Gregory nearly shouted. “You called me superstar and I had a watch with a special button that I could press and you would come find me! And you were pretty silly sometimes, but that’s okay, ’cause you’re my dad.”

Hm, superstar. He liked that, actually, quite a bit. But, “I was still your dad?” 

“Not really? But you were very dadly and you were always so worried about me. So even though I didn’t really think you were my real dad, you still kinda felt like a dad, y’know?” 

Pulling Gregory closer to press a kiss to his forehead, he said, “I’ll always protect you, superstar, even in your dreams.” 

Gregory beamed. “And even as a robot bear.”

The bedroom door opened the rest of the way, revealing Vanessa in all her bleary-eyed glory. She yawned and shuffled inside. “What’s all the racket about?” she asked. 

Gregory sat up. “Oops, sorry, Ness.” 

Joining him, Freddy explained, “Gregory was just telling me about his strange dream. I was apparently a singing robot bear protecting him from other robot animals.” 

She blinked at them, looking so tired you’d think she’d barely gotten any sleep at all. But Freddy knew his daughter, and he knew she was absolutely out by eleven at the latest. And he knew this because their bedrooms shared a wall, and—he could never tell her this—she snored quite loudly. 

“Weird,” Vanessa agreed. “Was I in it?” 

Scrambling off the bed, already getting distracted by the promise of breakfast now that they were all up, Gregory absently said, “Yeah, you were the night guard at the mall but sometimes you had a bunny costume on.” 

“There are worse things, I guess.” 

Gregory slipped past her and said over his shoulder, “You were also a murderer and you were trying to kill me. Can we make pancakes?” 

Vanessa gaped for a moment before darting after her brother, shouting, “What do you mean I was a murderer?! Gregory!” 

Left alone in his bedroom, Freddy dragged his hand down his face with an amused groan. And then he quickly went after them when a loud crash sounded from downstairs. 

#fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

[sometimesthatsbetter]

Every thing i read in Febubary

I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game

The MC of this novel is so fucking silly cause who tf names their kid Ash 'Born hater' Everblack? Like i'm being for real right now, his mom literally called him her 'little hater'. Love that

So, a Korean gamer who was streaming about this old strategy game on hardmode where if you fail once the game resets. The guy got isekaied the moment he finished the game on stream and right in the middle of the battle field too, tough luck hater.

Before we go more in depth about this story I would recommend that you read the novel version, the manhwa seems a little tacky and i've seen alot of readers complain that the manhwa makes everything look cheaper.

So, one of reasons why it made on to my reading list is because it was recommended by my guy friends who has great taste for this kinda genre. It drew him in because it used actual strategies that he would also use in his game instead of throwing around random lingo in hopes to cater to gamers. Like every battle was truly suspenseful and the author isn't afraid to show that every victory requires a sacrifice. Also I've seen people praise the character development of this novel, everyone starts out a little stereotypical and annoying but they get their own story arcs to shine.

Another thing i like is that this story is about the fight against the end of the world. Like i know alot of stories with that kind of premise but rarely do i ever feel the urgencey as strongly as i do with this story. The last stand against a sea of monsters waiting to consume the world and the young prince who's tasked with the question of remaining human or turning into a monster to save his world. I love me some classical fantasy

Anyways, it has 500+ translated chapters and it's all free. Go read it now.

The problematic prince

If i'm being honest here i can think of at least 10 more manhwa crown princes who are even more problematic than the ML, especially that guy from the abandoned empress, yeah fuck you blueberry head.

So the story premise is the typical bad boy x good girl story trope. Our prince Bjorn keeps getting pestered by his ex wife whom he doesn't want contact with and our FL is being sold off to the highest bidder in society, shinnaigans happen and so the are married. That's the very shorten version of the plot

First thing that i noticed, the vibes. It gave off so much Edwardian, turn of the century energy that i adore. From the costuming to the city streets and the interactions between common people. Love it.

The author seems to have been blessed with amazing writing skills because oh my god did the writing style made me swoon. Erna, our FL, can be classified as one of those soft girl heroines but i feel like she's more than that. She knew what she had to do to keep her loved ones safe and always strived for better, she's not a cunning villainess nor a simpering coward. Erna never settled and kept enduring and trying new ways to connect with others around her even when she's being labelled as a home wrecker.

Also the nobilities and medias reaction to their marriage was incredibly realistic, i see alot of manhwas with rags to riches stories or men marrying women with horrendus reputations but never mention how powerful the influence of the peoples opinions. Here you can see that Bjorn and Erna's relationship, while rocky still holds strong, it seemed like they are truly in love and happy with their choices. Yet media still condemns her as a witch, a slut and a disgrace towards the royal family. It even lead to a attempt on Ernas life. Which shows you how easily the public can be whipped into a frenzy just because of a narritive that she is other woman.

The spirit queen

If i even find the author of this manhwa i would like to make out with them and have their babies, cause this kind of genious deserves to be preserved.

Do you want a story with proper drama? Do you want something that actually keeps it's momentum and doesn't half ass shit half way through? Do you want themes about power and how it turns people into the worse version of themselves? Well look no further. The spirit queen has your back

Another thing that i loved about this story was it's sympathy towards the working class. The servants in this aren't the stereotypical happy go lucky loyal maids that you see in manhwas, they also aren't evil back stabbing people either. They know that their lives are worthless when it comes to the upper classes so they do all that they can to survive and to protect their loved ones. And i respect that as hell, even if it made them do less than savory things.

Also i recently learned that the author, Tutu-nim, wrote and drew this manhwa on their own. A true girlboss

Run away with me, girl

Remember all those times you said that you can be a better husband for the FL? Well this is a lesbian romance based on that premise.

It's a bittersweet romance story about two girls who were high school friends meeting each other after 10 years. Maki, who is till doing her graduate courses while living with her mom and lamenting her loneliness, while Midori is engaged and pregnant and living that perfect, normal life she wanted. Of course everything is not as it seems, and that's what the author wanted to explore in the coming chapters of the story

It's a short read, about 16? 17? chapters. But the author manages to do so much in that short amount of time. Every character felt so real and complicated. At first when you see Midori and the way that she treated Maki after their reunion, it's not hard to come to the conclusion that Midori is just playing around with Makis feelings. Especially with the way that she flirts and then reminds Maki of her engagement to her boyfriend.

This manga has the most realistic, hut wrenching potrayals of abuse, love and hate i've seen in a while. And if i'm being honest there is a high chance i would do the same if i was stuck in their situation.

#i became the tyrant of a defense game #tyrant of the tower defense game #the spirit queen #run away with me girl #every thing i've read #shoujo manga #manhwa #shounen #shoujo #yuri #gl #manhua #manga recommendation #review #sss class revival hunter #concubine walkthrough #cry or better yet beg #solche #kill the villainess #how to get my husband on my side #gl recommendation

[awigglycultist]

NPMD thoughts

Omg Richie's screams

Poor Richie my beloved

He's dead <3

Oh wait Ruth's headgear is missing in this song

Grace covering her mouth!

STEPH! PETE! <3

WHAT A START

Sycamore! We really need to know more about them

Rip Peter

I love the running in Literal Monster

Out first Max saying Bitch incident!

Get him up! Get this fucker up!!

I love being able to properly see everyone's facial expressions

I hate Solomon so much

Steph is very stupid for putting her hand above her phone as it's about to me smashed but also I'd probably do the same

"this projects on thermodynamics, what the fuck are you talking about?"

I literally love Ruth's, Pete's and Richie's friendship so much

"What was I like when she touched your arm? Did you cum!?"

"Pete silence your phone in the library!" you guys have been screaming this whole time but ok

NANI?

Ugh Pete you are cooler than you think you are!

Love Max finishing the "woah oh oh oh"

"Had to sell your bowtie to feed your fuckin family?"

Omg Pete's breathing and whining while Max is monologuing <3

"now say your fucking prayers bitch!" "-amen!" is still such a good transition

"mom will you pass the buttstuff?" "I just want some head and butter" "bread and buttstuff" still get me

"I love... Jesus <3 :)"

Dirty Girl should not be so good

"WHO ON OCCASION GETS DIRTY!"

Me trying to watch this and imagine watching with my dad to figure out the appropriateness and if gonna have to skip past parts

Ugh Pete <3

Ugh Steph caring about Pete so much despite knowing him for one day <3

Hatchettown notfi!

#pottypants let's get it trending

IT'S BULLY THE BULLY TIME!!!

Love hoe you can see Steph slowly getting into it

Beans cool? Excellent!

Pete's and Richie's finger fun moment!

"who was that?" "my boyfriend!" "sounded like a telemarketer" "okay my ex boyfriend"

Love the screams after "you kinda look like that homeless man from downtown"

"fucking useless Pete!"

"no he thinks the ghost is real he's just really fucking brave"

"I am Jägerman! I am God! Go Nighthawks!"

Skele'on

The little bit of info that Max's dad would call him a cuck and the fact that his bullying likely comes from a lot more trauma with his dad

It's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for him :(

Rip the glow in the dark skeleton costume

"this is Hatchetfield, people go missing everyday!"

Love Kyle and Brenda, what a supportive couple

"this is really your C+" "oh, Steph, you can keep it :)"

"with consent of cour cause we care!"

FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE!!!

Zeke the fighting Nighthawk like Ezekiel from Perky's Buds! Did Ekekiel name himself after Hatchetfield's mascot?

Love the audience cheering after "fuck Clivesdale fuck em straight to hell!"

Richie struggling with costume is so good

"I love being alive!"

God the costume and makeup up close! So good!!!

Smoke club!

Richie's fall is so good!!!

Jon's singing is seriously so good in npmd

And god Will is incredible

Yup Mark & Karen were just so wild at 18

"you don't say, you don't say. I'm be down there in a jiffy" "what'd they did dad?" "they didn't say"

Jeff voice over cameo!

Davis!

Love that Grace calls the cops pigs

Davis and Virginia!

Ziggy! Barry! Charlie!

Bryce's solo <3

Gerlad!

Love the cameos so much (but also rip Jerry, least it's preserved in the album

The bbq monologues bit is so stupid and so good and funny

Me Barbecue!

I love Trevor I hope we see him again

"I'm my dreams, it's my barbecue!"

Just For Once is so silly and so emotional love it it's underrated

"it fucking worked I'm fucking here he's fucking her!"

Lauren is so good!!

"take a bow, bitch"

"Every citizen of Clivesdale is guilty until proven innocent"

Shapiro saying she found the wwjd bracelet in the principal's office really got me the first time

"it's God plan! And now he's leaving me out to dry! Do something you son of a bitch!"

PAUL & EMMA!!!!

The knowledge of what card Jon hands Lauren makes this scene better

"I have been waiting for what feels like 5 fucking years and I still haven't gotten my hot chocolate!"

Emma spitting in the coffee!

Rip "women shoe"

AHHH IF I LOVED YOU!!!

"Leave room for Jesus!"

"she's bisexual and dead where else would she be!"

Rip Angela's fall

"get your hands out of your pocket! Put your hands down! He's going for a gun!"

The scream!

Also the audience screaming during this entire scene from Paul's & Emma's entrance to Emma screaming, so valid and great

"don't comfort her she's fucking weird"

I hate him but we absolutely need to know more about Solomon, how do the Mayor's learn so much

The black book! The nightmare time theme!

And another reason we need to know more about Solomon, why tf did he have the black book and what did he do with it

Max's one liners are so great

"on the ground bitch I'm a cop!"

"are you a women of faith?" "catholic" "I'll take that as a no"

"there's something deeply wrong with this whole town" yeah there sure is

Pete saying he has no idea what he's doing when he checks for Shapiro's pulse is such a great way of keeping it unknown if she's alive or dead

AAAHHHH THE SUMMONING

"t'noy karaxis" particularly scratches my brain

AHHH THE LORDS IN BLACK

I am a bit sad you can't see all the dance moves at the same time and you so you can't really see them changing dances with each other but also the close ups are so cool and very fitting for the scene!

Jon putting his fingers together so it's reminiscent of the doll only having three is such a cool choice

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT JOEY RICHTER WHY DO YOUR EMOTIONAL PERFORMANCES HAVE TO BE SO GOOD

I WAS RIGHT I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR CAITIA REPRISE

They both do a great job during this and I NOT OKAY

Max's fucking beat boxing

"so you do know the bible!"

This is scene is seriously so crazy

Graces entrance afterwards with the cigarette is so great and Max's entrances afterward laying on the bench is so great

The spin!

The lighting!!!

Homecoming time!

Someone remind me to add Joey in best of you to the air guitar thread

And that's it. That's where ends :)

Grace is so crazy and I love her

#starkid #hatchetfield #npmd spoilers #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes must die spoilers

[changingplumbob]

Villareal Household: Chapter 5, Part 6

In this part Devin becomes a regular for season 2 of ZBB: Apocalypse Rising. Back home the stay over continues, as does Rilian being a picky eater. Lastly Devin prepares to host a picnic.

For ease of reading if the toddlers are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets when they do not use the whole word. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian.

Schatz (German) meaning treasure Schnucki (German) meaning sweetie but doesn't have an exact translation Bambino/s (Italian) meaning male child/children Amore (Italian) meaning love Piccolo (Italian) meaning little one Caro (Italian) meaning dear Tante/Onkel (German) meaning aunt/uncle

Luna: Shooting day, exciting

Devin: It always is! I’m go glad Norah hired me for another season, she’s such fun to work with. You’re not working today right?

Luna: Nope! I’ll be trying to focus on improving my research skill, I want this next promotion

Early riser Alfred is up early so Devin potty trains him while Luna eats. Afterwards Luna carries Alfred to his high chair for breakfast. Devin wakes up Rilian and tries again to coach him on the potty. He has an accident anyway.

Devin: Come on Rillian, breakfast time

Rilian: No mama, me no carry (I do not want to be carried)

Devi: Sorry caro but mama has to be on set by midday, we don’t have time for you to walk yourself

Rilian pouts and grumbles the entire way.

Devin: See, we have nice cereal

Rilian: *hums to self, ignores cereal*

Devin: Come on caro, at least try some before you turn it down

Rilian: food uck uck (yuck yuck)

Max: What’s going on in here

Devin: We’re refusing to eat our breakfast

Max: That’s it buddy, rebel against the system

Rilian: Onk Max si si *giggles* (Onkel Max silly)

Devin: Thanks for the support

Max: It’s what I’m here for

Eventually Rilian empties his bowl and sings Devin a song about food, getting none of the food words right.

Devin and Rilian walk to where Alfred is playing on the tablet by Luna who is debating the mirror again.

Devin: Now bambinos mama has to go but mama will be back, promise

Rilian: Mama play?

After a rousing play session Devin is almost out the door when Alfred requests a hug

Alfred: Bye bye mama, me love

Devin: Is that a sentence

Luna: As a professor of language I can assure you, it was not a sentence. At least, not yet

Devin: You two keep working on talking while I’m out. Te amo amore, back later

Rudolphus: Why are we doing this zombie show again

Devin: We need to pay rent

Rudolphus: Like you pay rent

Devin: I pay property taxes. Plus Norah asked

Emily: Oh gosh, they did not take good photos for continuity last time, who was even running this department

Devin: Can you find the costume

Emily: I think so, just be careful with it. If you’re becoming a regular I’ll redo it so it’s more interesting for the camera

Devin: Thank Emily, I’ll try not to dent it when I fall

Emily: That’s not funny

Devin: But there’s a scene where I fall

Emily: *sighs* Of course there is

Devin: Season 2! How’d you get the network to let me in after my character was killed off

Norah: Honey once you won that award they were happy to let me write you back in

Devin: I missed you Norah. Movie sets weren’t the same without you. So, any notes for how I should play the revival scene

Norah: *sighs*

Devin: Hey, you okay

Norah: This co-star they hired… the only simlish she knows is her lines

Devin: You’re kidding

Norah: I wish I was, thank the watcher we’ve got you

Devin: I’ll go talk to her, she’s got to know hello right?

Devin: Hello Tadelech, I’m Devin. It’s nice to meet you

Tadelech: It wasn’t the same once the bugs came

Devin: *blanks* Shall we run our lines then

Devin pulls out her script and Tadelech figures out what she means. Despite not knowing simlish to communicate Tadelech is delivering her lines wonderfully, she clearly loves acting.

Devin: It’s going to be fine. Tadelech knows her lines, that’s all she needs

Norah: I hope so, this show is just so important to me

Devin: Norah your work always speaks for itself, trust me, she can do this and you’ll have quality content

Norah remains dubious but starts filming. First up is Devin’s monologue. In it she recaps what happened on the first season and reveals that her character was merely assumed to be dead. In actuality she’s still alive, kicking and fighting the bugs!

Devin: Mina Mina Mina, you look a-mina-mazing

Mina: Rudolphus is an artist with the make up. Regular selfie?

Devin: Always

Norah: ACTION

Devin: Listen to me, this isn’t you! The bugs are inside you, changing you

Mina: The only thing that’s changed is I can see you for the coward you are

The two then pull off the choreographed fight sequence, trusting special effects to make it look realistic.

Norah: CUT

Devin breathes a sigh of relief and moves on to the next scene.

ACTION

Devin picks up the discarded looking guitar and begins to play. They’ll add the proper tune in when it’s edited but she still likes to play what should be played. Then it’s across the stage to where Tadelech waits expectantly. Together they run through the reunion scene, selling that their characters have known each other all along.

CUT

Final scene of the day leaves Devin’s character in a precarious position. Will she return for a third season? It depends on fan response.

When Devin gets home the twins are excited to see her and begin to babble incoherently.

Devin: Woah woah woah, let’s talk over dinner huh

Luna: Come on schnucki, up we go

Rilian: up mummy up

Devin: Today we’re going to try some delicious peas

Alfred: Why pez (peas)

Luna: To help you both grow big and strong

Alfred and Rilian babble to each other while the grown ups talk.

Devin: Poor thing didn’t know any simlish

Luna: None at all?

Devin: Technically she knew her lines

Joey: Did she understand what she was saying

Devin: I think so, I mean her acting seemed accurate

Luna: So you did all the scenes they needed you for

Devin: And I got gold because I’m fabulous

Potty time and neither twin has reached level 2 yet. I know it’s because I have skill difficulty higher than normal, but I do wish I could make the potty skill exempt. Then it’s story time to get the bambinos to sleep, followed by tucking in and kisses. While Luna does some more debate practice, Devin dives into trying to pick up Windenburgish.

Luna: Did you sleep well

Devin: I did, but I’m pretty excited for today

Luna: Say hi to Cassandra and Charlie for me

Devin: Will do

Luna heads to the garden to harvest where Miriam finds her, I swear Miriam always hangs around the garden. Luna then makes fruit salad for breakfast and chats to her brothers who will be leaving later on today.

Alfred: Mama what do (what are you doing)

Devin: Just updating my social media. You ready for potty practice

Alfred: Me do, me do, no we (I can do it, don't need to do it as a team)

Rilian: Mama help me

Devin: Since your brother apparently doesn’t need my superior guidance of course I can help you Rilian

They shuffle in to the bathroom and Devin coaches Rilian while Alfred tries by himself. Both methods seem to work as the bambinos reach level 2 potty!

Devin: Mummy was making breakfast, who wants a lift

Alfred: Me mama, me

Rilian: No no no

Devin: Okay then. Rilian can you keep up

Rilian: Yes. I bob (walk) mama

In the kitchen they all grab plates and begin to eat.

Luna has headed off to work and Devin begins preparation for todays event, friends kid friendly catch up. She’s making some BLT’s for the guests when the bambinos finish eating and head for the stereo to dance.

Devin: Rilian, caro, did you finish yours

Rilian: *pulls cheeky face* yes mama

Devin: Good job

Alfred: Rili not-

Rilian: Shh Alfe, shhh

Lastly Devin makes some lemonade in case anyone wants it. Rilian and Alfred are pretty happy with the yard, now full of toddler toys after Devin’s latest paycheck cleared. They hug in excitement. The guests arrive! Devin’s BFF’s Cassandra and Charlie. Cassandra brought Savannah and Mercedes (friendly reminder they’re around *checks* five and a half, while Devin’s bambinos are 3 and a quarter today). Charlie not having human children brought her furbaby Clover.

Alfred: Hi

Mercedes: Who are you

Alfred: Me is Alfred

Devin: Thanks for coming over

Cassandra: Of course, we haven’t had a hangout with just us three in ages

Charlie: Are we just going to ignore the kids

Cassandra: My girls can entertain themselves, mostly…

Devin: So long as I can keep eyeline with the pond, everyone should be fine to amuse themselves

Alfred continues to try babbling to a more literate Mercedes. Water loving Rilian meanwhile goes and has a splash about in the pond in his gumboots. In the yard Devin settles where she can keep an eye on him, and happily catches up with her best friends.

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[justhere4thevibez]

Write me a Drabble about a cute spur-of-the-moment date night for Hellcheer 💗

goofy silly spur-of-the-moment date night coming right up!

“Come on, come on!”

“Damn, Chrissy, let me get my shoes on first,” Eddie said with a chuckle.

He slipped on his sneakers with one hand and braced the other against the front door of the trailer to keep his balance while Chrissy tugged restlessly at his shirt.

“Okay, I’m good.” He let her lead him out to the van, where she pushed him into the driver’s seat and promptly climbed in the other side. “Where are we going, sweet thing?”

“The Hideout,” she said firmly, waving her hand for him to get started.

With a sigh, he shifted into gear. “Are you going to tell me why?”

“Mr. Impatient,” she teased with a smile. God, she was gorgeous. “I’ll tell you when we get there.”

With a shake of his head, Eddie drove to the Hideout. Not that he’d even considered denying her—ever since Chrissy waltzed into his life he’d been at her beck and call (and loved every minute of it). But that didn’t mean he wasn’t a little baffled as to why they were going to the Hideout on a Thursday. Nobody played on Thursdays—nobody good, at least—so why bother? At least when he played they could get free drinks.

“Alright, angel, we’re here,” Eddie said as he shifted into park. “Now what?”

“Can I have your bandana?” she asked, giving him an innocent smile that he knew better than to trust. But, of course, he still gave it to her.

“Now close your eyes,” she instructed.

“Getting kinky on me, sweetheart?” he asked as he obediently shut his eyes.

“No,” she said, giggling like she was very pleased with herself. “Don’t move.”

She slid something over his face, something that definitely wasn’t his bandana. He lifted his hand to his right eye just as something soft plopped on his head.

“Chrissy—” he glanced in the rearview mirror just to double check, but he could only see out of one eye. “Is this an eyepatch?”

Chrissy didn’t respond, she just looked at him innocently as she tied his bandana around her head. He ducked down to see what else she’d put on him, and lo and behold, a pirate’s hat with a giant, fluffy feather sat squarely upon his head.

“What the hell—”

Chrissy had her lips pinched together like she was desperately trying to stay serious, and when he looked over again she had a stuffed animal owl on her shoulder.

“It was as close as I could get to a parrot,” she said apologetically, like the bird on her shoulder was his biggest grievance.

“Chrissy, sweetheart, darling,” Eddie said, cupping her hands to his chest. “What the fuck are we doing dressed as pirates?”

She batter her eyelashes at him innocently. “Tonight’s half off drinks if you do.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

She pointed out the window, and he saw several people dressed in various half-assed pirate gear. One guy even had on a full captain’s costume, complete with a sword and everything. Fuck, they’d better not let that idiot get drunk or somebody might leave tonight with a real pirate peg-leg.

He turned back to her with a suspicious glare. “Okay, but why do you get to look cute in a bandana while I get this goofy-ass hat?”

Chrissy shrugged as she jumped out of the van. “You’ve got the hair for it.” She looked back at him, all enticing blue eyes and pouty lips. “Are you coming?”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed, making the pirate’s hat shake precariously. He loved her so fucking much.

“Aye-aye, captain.”

#hellcheer #hellcheer drabble #date night #fluff #vibez answers

[rancidpancakebatter]

Drop In-Chapter 5 [P.P.]

Pairings: Peter Parker x AFAB Reader

Summary: You like Peter, and Peter likes you. This should be simple, so why isn’t it? Well, maybe it’s because you were already friends? Maybe it’s the stress of senior year? Maybe it’s because someone had to get bit by a spider? Who’s to say?

Word Count: 2.9k words

Content: MINORS DNI: 18+ Swearing, Marijuana Use, Underage Drinking, Bullying,

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Chapter Summary: You watch Tangled with Peter and he convinces you to go shopping with him.

A/n: Peter Parker in a suit but also a panic attack so…ya know.

Spreading my own propaganda in hopes that people may also consider donating suits to homeless shelters/rehab facilities. It’s really helpful, try to keep that in mind this holiday season.

Also, this chapter is kinda short and I’m sorry. Writer’s block is a bitch.

(F/N)=Father's Name

Peter and you raced home after school to watch Tangled. You were surprised to see Peter so excited about it. He usually only got excited when discussing a new scientific theory he had discovered, so to see him bouncing on the balls of his feet as you put the movie in was unexpected, to say the least. 

“I love this movie,” Peter comments breaking you from the enchantment you had found yourself in.

“What’s not to love? Rapunzel is an absolute delight, Flynn is cute and charming, they somehow made a horse that is simultaneously a cat and a dog; it’s got everything.” Peter chuckled, the sound light and airy. 

“You think Flynn is cute and charming?” Peter grins in a teasing manner.

“I have a type,” You say with a shrug.

“Cute and charming guys…noted.” Peter twisted his face in an awkward way, his eyebrow raised and pushed out his lips. 

“What’s wrong with your face?” you asked through a laugh. 

Peter’s brows danced, alternating in prominence. “Nothing, this what it always looks like.”

You roll your eyes, though the smile on your face shows no sign of annoyance. 

“You’re a dork,” you say, popping popcorn in your mouth and turning back to the screen.

Peter’s laughter swims through the air, “I think my smoulder needs work.”

The song ends and the rest of the credits roll. You turn off the TV and sigh. 

“So, what are your thoughts on a Flynn costume?” Peter turns to face you and you do the same. 

“I got a few ideas…how much do you wanna dress up? Because I can get a blue tux-vest-thingy but I don’t wanna buy it just to wear it once. It’s just a silly dance, ya know?” 

You tried not to be too wounded by his words. He’s a guy, they hardly ever care about dances, and Peter has never been one for fancy dress. It makes sense that he would think this. But you couldn’t help but feel a little offended. 

Was it so bad to be excited? Was it so bad to want him to be excited? To look forward to dancing with you, being with you. You swallowed down the disappointment and try to put on your best face. 

“Yeah, it is kinda stupid.” You said with a weak laugh.

“Whatever you can find is fine, just let me know so I can match it.” You must not have hidden your disappointment as well as you had hoped. A flash of guilt passed on Peter’s face. 

Peter affected you in ways you didn’t fully understand. You wanted him to be close to you always, but in the moments he would hold you close you felt something akin to panic. You wanted him to hang out with you but if you weren’t doing an activity it felt awkward, almost painful. But the most perplexing thing was his attention. 

You wanted it, craved it even, but it also made you nervous. When he’s looking at you, you feel special, important. But sometimes it frustrates you. He can be so oblivious to things you want him to see. 

You want him to see that you want more, you want him to see that this friendship is slowly breaking you despite what you’ve been telling yourself. But it seems he only notices the small things you don’t want him to, like when you are upset because of a small thing he said. 

Peter’s gaze moves away from you. He pulls out his phone and starts typing away. You worry that maybe you may have made things awkward with your inability to cover your emotions. A moment passes and he looks back up at you, an apologetic smile on his face. 

“How about this? It’s only three; we could go shopping together. I trust your taste over mine, I mean look at me.” He gestures to his outfit and you find a small smile reaching across your face. 

“Yeah, that sounds fun.” 

You convinced him to visit a suit shop you knew your pops liked in SoHo, “to get a measurement and some ideas.” It was an upscale place with warm wood and cream walls. The smell of cedar greeted you as you walked in. You always loved this place. The soft lighting and delicate colours always felt comforting to you. 

You could sense Peter’s anxiety raise as you entered the glass door with mahogany trimming. Before he could voice any of those concerns you were greeted by a nice-looking man with shoes you thought were a little too shiny. 

“Welcome to The Armoury, I’m Jerry. What can I help you with today?” You smiled sweetly at the man as you grabbed Peter’s arm and gently pulled him forward. 

“Hello, my friend here is looking to be fitted.” The man turned to Peter offering the same warm smile he shared with you. 

“If you guys will follow me, we can get your measurements.” 

You followed him behind a curtain to a smaller room with angled mirrors and a wooden platform that match the flooring. There was a bookshelf that line one of the walls and you wondered if they had ever been read. 

Jerry asked for Peter to remove his jacket and Peter handed it to you to hold. You sat in a leather chair in the corner as the friendly gentleman began taking Peter’s measurements. He asked many questions: Have you ever been fitted before? What’s the occasion? What is he looking for? Etc. It was amusing to watch Peter try and follow the man's instructions, it was obvious he had never done something like this before. 

“I’m so sorry, I never got your names.” Peter gave him his before Jerry turned to you. 

“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), you may know my Father, (F/N) (Y/L/N).” Jerry’s smile grows. 

“I thought I recognised that face. Yes, your father is a wonderful man, one of our most loyal customers.” He sees Peter’s surprise and turns to address him. 

“Did you know her father comes in here every three months? Same day, same time. Apparently, he donates his suits to a homeless shelter around here…F.E.A.S.T. I think. If New York had more people like him, this city would be a much better place.” You beam, feeling pride at the man’s complement of your father. 

“It seems the apple of generosity doesn’t fall far from the tree.” You find Peter’s eyes through the mirror and feel a flush rising in your cheeks. 

“I’m not surprised,” Jerry said with a wink.

He finished with Peter’s measurements and directed you both back out to the shop. Jerry handed Peter a pair of khaki chinos and a white button-up to change into as it was the base of his outfit. 

Agreeing to go shopping with Peter was the best thing you had ever done. Peter usually stuck to baggier clothes, hiding under layers and hoodies. You would have to send Jerry a nice thank you card. 

Peter emerged from the dressing room and he looked good. The crisp button-up fit him well showing off his slender build. The cut of his chinos showed off his slim waist. You caught your jaw dropping and made a conscious effort to pick it back up. 

He looked bashful as he raised his arms, “How do I look?”

Jerry answered first, “I think you look great. We could do a little tailoring so the pant hem is right and there’s less pucker on your waistline, but honestly, you could go with off the rack.” 

Peter looked down, noting all of Jerry’s suggestions before looking back up to you, “Uh, yeah you- you look great.” 

You could feel your brain chemistry altering the longer you looked at him, but luckily Jerry was oblivious to the conundrum you were having and began discussing vests with Peter. You took a sneaky candid of Pete through the mirror and sent it to your dad. He had asked how it was going but you didn’t trust your words at this time. 

Peter was starting to feel more confident, you watched as he stood tall in the mirror looking over himself. His slouch was nonexistent and there was a soft smile that refused to leave his face. Unfortunately, The Armory’s vast selection did not include a bright blue vest in the styling of Flynn Rider so you ended up leaving. 

You went thrifting next and encouraged Peter to just focus on finding a blue vest. You found a few things for consideration: A dark denim jacket vest, A white suit vest that could be dyed, and a black puffer vest that could maybe pass as Flynn’s outfit at the end. Eventually, you found a perfect sweater vest. Not perfect, it swallowed him whole so some alterations were in order, but pretty damn close. 

As you and Peter wandered the store he collected a few accessories. By the time you were done he had found a trucker hat that read: fish fear me, some neon green sunglasses, and a plastic purple “chain” with a huge “2009” hanging off of it. 

You looked over the dresses, hoping you might be able to find something but were un-surprised when you didn’t see one that worked. You decided not to stress about it knowing you would go shopping with your father today as well. 

Peter paid for his sweater and you started the drive home. You were listening to the CD that Peter had gifted you at the beginning of the school year when you got a text. You asked Peter to check it. 

Pops: 

Hey Pumpkin! Are we still on for shopping today? I know you said ole Pete was stopping by…is he joining us? For shopping or dinner?

Peter read the text out loud, laughing at the nickname before the car fell quiet. 

“Well?” You risked a glance at Peter as he hadn’t said anything.

“Well, what?” You rolled your eyes.

“Well, are you joining us? For dinner or otherwise?” Peter looked at you nervously, though you weren’t sure why.

“Uh…I don’t know…” He didn’t offer you anything else, going as far as to turn away and look out the window. 

You weren’t dumb. That was as close to a direct “no” as you were going to get from the very passive, nonconfrontational boy beside you. But you were confused by his no. Usually, he would say something about a chore he had to finish or something else he wanted to do. But this response offered no excuse. 

Your thoughts ran away from you. A swirling tornado with cutting winds. Why wouldn’t he tell you the reason? Why not if you weren’t the reason? It had to be you, but what had you done? Had you been too pushy? Was the suit shop too much? Was the dressing up too much? Was it too much? Were you too much? 

That had to be it. You were too much; you demanded too much. That’s why Peter ran the first time. That’s why he was going to run again. That’s why your friends ran. You came with baggage that no one wanted to carry. You couldn’t blame them. You didn’t want to carry it either. 

Even now you could feel it crushing your chest. The sheer weight of it stops air from making its way into your lungs. You can feel tears building in your eyes and you force them not to fall. 

Just hold it together for three more blocks. 

You pulled up to Peter’s house and gave him a polite wave as he got out of the car. He left. No “see you later.” No explanation for why he didn’t want to stay. Just a quick thanks and a small nod of the head. 

When you got home you ran upstairs to your room. The comfort of your bed was tempting but you opted for the stability your floor brought. You tucked your knees into your chest and let the tears of frustration fall. 

You spent almost every day together all of summer, and now eating dinner is too much? How did this happen? When did it happen? Everything was fine. Wasn’t it? You ran through every experience you had with Peter once school started.

 Peter chose to sit next to you in every class. Peter chose to walk with you in the halls. Peter chose to ride home with you. Peter chose to eat lunch with you. Peter chose to ask you to the dance. Peter chose to dress up. It was all Peter’s choice. 

So why was your brain telling you he didn’t? Why was it saying you had somehow manipulated him to do these things? Why was it trying to convince you he pitied you, and you were taking advantage of it?

You think back to his birthday. You think about all the activities you had planned without his input. It wasn’t much, just smoking, making a cake, and some movies.

He seemed pretty okay with all of that but what if he wasn’t? Peter didn’t often speak his mind. He tended to just “go with the flow.” What if he didn’t actually enjoy your “flow?” What if it was less of a flow and more of raging, white water rapids ripping him under the current and throwing him against the rocky banks? With no say and no way to escape. 

You were in such a rush to get inside that you didn’t realise that you left your phone in the car. You didn’t realise you had left your father’s text unanswered. You didn’t realise that he was rushing home after you missed his three calls. You didn’t hear him open the door or call out for you. You didn’t hear him bounding up the stairs or knocking on your door. 

You only noticed him when you felt his hand on your shoulder. You didn’t mean to flinch, you know he hates when you do that. But not because he gets defensive. It’s because he hates that your body ever learned to do it. 

He looks down at your panic-ridden face and knows all too well the kind of thoughts circling your brain. He sits next to you on the floor and opens his arms to you, a silent invitation you take immediately. 

There are very few feelings like holding your child as they sob in your arms. It’s a mix of very strong emotions. There is first confusion, because what reason would your beautiful, kind child have to cry about? Then there is anger. Your child should experience nothing but joy and happiness, so you feel the need to destroy whatever or whoever made your child this upset. Then there is a sense of helplessness brought on by the realisation that your child is sick, and their greatest enemy is their own mind. 

Your pops recognised the moment he looked at you that you were experiencing a panic attack. He could tell by the way you seemed checked out from the world around you, unable to hear him. He could tell from the way you were curled in on yourself, hands in your hair and painful cries leaving your chest. 

It had been a while since you had one; he was shocked. But not entirely surprised. Your behaviour had been concerning as of late. You second-guessed yourself a lot. You were quiet. You were growing forgetful. You seemed to sleep in more and talk less. As you cried in his arms your father tried not to beat himself for not being more proactive. 

He has to let you learn how to combat this on your own; even when it’s painful. He has to be your dad first. You’re not one of his patients. So he just holds you, petting your hair as your body continues to shake against him.

You focus on what’s around you, just like your therapist taught you. You focus on the feeling of your dad’s shirt against your face and under your palms. You listen to his heartbeat and try to match your breathing to it. You focus on the repetitive passes of his hand on your hair, concentrating on predicting the next pass. 

After a bit, you feel like you can breathe again, your body and mind slowly becoming more tangible. Your father feels the way your breathing slows and how your crying is reduced to scattered sniffles and braves a conversation. 

“How long were you here?” 

You know that your father is asking about more than your physical location. When he says “here” he means in this state of mind, and that’s always a hard question to answer.

You feel guilt building in your gut. You know he’s blaming himself for not being here for you when you needed him. He would never admit to it but he felt responsible for your “breakdowns”. 

You really didn’t feel like talking but you knew that would just worry him more, and you couldn’t put him through that. So with great difficulty, you forced your shredded vocal cords to make sound. 

“After you texted me.” Your father took a deep breath, almost like a reverse sigh. 

“Was it something in the text?” He always tip-toed around saying what was really on his mind.

Like now, he meant something along the lines of “What did I say that upset you? Or was it maybe when I messaged you that was the issue? Please, tell me in what way this is my fault.”

“No. Peter.” You felt your father nod and hoped he wouldn’t ask you for more about that. 

“I’m sorry.” You couldn’t imagine what your father had to apologise for but didn’t voice that. You voiced nothing. You just stayed as still as you could, hoping if your body was still your mind might follow. 

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[moonjxsung]

Thank you. Grab a cup of tea, this is so silly but I just need to tell someone, and I don't want to worry my friends. I've been... I'm not sure if bullied is the right term, but some people at work have been pretty mean to me these past months. It got really bad a few weeks ago, bad enough that I broke down and cried with my boss because it's just insidious enough that you can't act right away, it's small things, like lying about my schedule to make me look bad, tell me lies so I look stupid in presentations in front of people (I'll definitely exorcise all of this in a fic one day). My boss kept telling me he thought it was just honest mistakes from them, but he would talk to them and I think it worked to an extend. Except today was the Christmas party (God I sound like a bad Netflix movie). I helped them. We had to be dressed up in silly costumes so I did it. And was basically excluded from the whole thing. A few people from other services came to tell me they felt a little bad for me. And while I don't really care (this is just stupid work stuff) it's just so mean spirited it's getting to me tonight. They did the same thing to another guy (one of my friends) months ago. And tonight while it was happening I was thinking "oh yeah. it's my turn now". It makes me sad because now everyone just know something is wrong. Everyone want to ask me if I'm okay. And I want to pretend I am, because again, this is silly, but at the same time I want to be honest. It hurts being excluded. It sucks knowing this is just because these people don't like me "because I'm too nice, boring and don't fit in" (their words). I don't celebrate Christmas with my family anymore so this was the only time I could pretend to be normal and well. Now if I say something I'm the bad guy who's blowing this out of proportion. So I'll keep smiling and telling people I'm okay with this. But it sucks. Oh, and I ranted enough so I'll stop here but they did the same for my birthday. Told me they organized a party for me and long story short, there was no party when I showed up. I'm sad. That's it. I'm just sad.

Bestie your coworkers sound like awful people first of all. SECOND I am SO sorry you’re going through this ☹️🫶 aren’t work politics just the fucking worst?? In early college I worked at a clothing store and the people there just did NOT fw me in the slightest and there was one girl in particular who would constantly make jokes about how she was annoyed when we got scheduled together or when I would ask for help on things I didn’t know how to do. I think I left crying nearly every single day that I worked there, but it was just also this feeling of WHYYY are you treating me like this? Like what on earth do you gain by being a shitty person to a colleague??

I’m sorry they excluded you from the Christmas party, that’s supposed to be a fun time and it’s so insidious to gang up on you like that. I would’ve cried to my boss too! But I think what you’re doing right now is the best thing you can do- persist and smile through it. Don’t give them the reaction they want, at least not in front of them. Your personality will get you just about anywhere these days, and the more you can build on your strength of putting up with shitty people, the more you can use that skill to get you even further than they are in life. They’ll just be stuck being miserable pieces of shit who find joy in bullying others (yes that’s literally bullying) and YOU will be the bigger person who learned how to live through it and tell the tale. Keep your head up, these people aren’t worth a second of your spare thoughts or your tears!!! And if you’re ever around them and they’re being pieces of shit you can always message me on here and we will talk shit about them in real time. OKAY? Okay. I love u. And you deserve better!! Rooting for you always and I have your back even if it’s through a little phone screen. Fuck them fr 🚮

Sending you all my love!!!!!! 🫶🫶🫶☹️💓❤️❤️❤️

#ask

[aihoshiino]

hello there! first of all i wanna thank you for your translations of the side stories! we get so little about b komachi and I found it really fascinating to see that some of the lyrics from idol seem to have been lifted from 45510 especifically. ( could be mistaken, haha)

but in any case, there's a particular outfit of Ai's that you tag as beautiful dreamer, at first I had only seen this outfit in cosplay websites and I was skeptical of it even being anything more than an effort to sell more costumes. I was wondering if you knew what official art it is from? I'd love to see the original picture, cuz as hard as I try I don't seem to be able to find it!

even if you don't have i still thank u lots for all the theories and analyses you've been sharing here! ( not enough people talk about ai being neurodivergent and the ai on stage being a mask)

thanks!!!!

ANON THIS WAS SUCH A LOVELY ASK TO WAKE UP TO, THANK U SO MUCH 🥺 Honestly it has been years since I actively took part in a Big Fandom enough to contribute meta so knowing that people are enjoying reading my thoughts about this silly little series is kind of mindblowing to me lol. Ai's neurodivergence and the way it factors into the way she navigates the world is suuuuuuuch a key foundational part of understanding her (at least imo) so it makes me glad to see people are vibing with me talking about it so explicitly.

You are correct, tho! IDOL's lyrics are directly based on 45510 and parts of Ai's dialogue scattered around the first volume of the manga - it's always kind of a surprise when I go back through it and I'm like oh my god right, yosasobi just came for the THROAT with some of these lines!!! I've been working on my own TL of 45510 just to keep myself occupied and I've been having a lot of fun trying to make my translations of those lines actually scan to the appropriate lines of IDOL hehehe.

To answer your question tho! That particular Ai design is an official alt outfit/AU design for the Lies and Ai (展 嘘とアイ) exhibition and collab cafe that was held in Japan!

As you can see, everyone got a cute, mahou shoujo inspired look as a tie in.

You can read a little more information about it in this news article but it was basically a little art installation based around Oshi no Ko where certain iconic scenes and outfits from the anime's first episode were recreated for folks to see and a collab cafe with character-themed foods was also hosted. If you'd like to get an idea of what the exhibition looks like, happyuchannel (who does a lot of videos on OnK events in Japan!) has a video about their visit where they show off the parts they were allowed to photograph and some of the merch they got.

The reason I tag this as 'Beautiful Dreamer' is because I run a magical girl AU roleplay called Beautiful Dreamer over on Dreamwidth and Ai is one of the characters I play there! By total coincidence, this art dropped like the day after I decided to play her there and had to work out a mahou look for her and then I guess the universe rewarded me for good decision making LOL

("Claire is this a transparent ploy to get people to come over to Dreamwidth and play in your mahou game?" Of Course It Is)

Unfortunately there aren't any full/high quality images of the art anywhere that I know if since it exists just for the collab cafe but I imagine that when an art book specific to the anime inevitably drops, we'll get full spreads of a lot of the collab cafe/promo art.

BONUS: Here's what those mahou Ai standees look like in real life. Aren't they cute?

("claire how many ai standees do you–" normal amount.)

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #hoshino ai #ai hoshino

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Here Comes the Sun (part 10)

Danny Wagner X Fem OC X Josh Kiszka

18+ only, minors DNI

Warnings: oral (m rec), thigh riding, some light degradation, explicit sexual content, alcohol. I think that’s it!

Rose's POV

"Lucas!" I shouted from my room, "Can you come help me with these?" I asked. It was Halloween, and we were getting ready to head to a party that Sam and Danny were throwing.

"What is this, our 6th year wearing matching costumes?" He asked as he entered my room, "We have to get our yearly photo at some point.

"Of course, now help me with my wings." I said as I handed him the white feather wings I had gotten from the costume store. He took them from my hand and started helping me drape the ribbon over my shoulder and adjust the straps. I had on a white and silver bodysuit and white pointed toe pumps. Lucas had on red skinny jeans, and was not wearing a shirt but had little devil horns atop his head.

"Your costume is much more revealing than last year. Actually, I think its the most revealing thing I've ever seen you wear." Lucas said as he took a step back,

"Are you trying to say something?" I turned and looked at him, my hands adjusting his devil horn headband.

"I'm just glad you're finally coming out of your shell and realizing how hot you are." He shrugged. It made me smile, I knew he was being genuine. "Do either of them know what you're wearing?"

"Nope" I gave a sly grin and he shook his head with a laugh

"They are going to go feral." He laughed, "Now lets take our annual selfie, put your halo on" He handed me the headband with the feather halo attached. I put it on and we both posed, taking a few pictures, some with silly faces.

Once we were satisfied with our pictures we headed to the front door. We called an uber and hopped inside, giving them Danny's address. I was excited to see what the guys were wearing, they hadn't told me because I had refused to tell them what I was wearing. I wasn't going to lie, I was most excited to see Danny's reaction to seeing my outfit, since angel had become his pet name for me.

We got to the apartment complex and made our way to their door. We walked in and Lucas immediately disappeared in the crowd, as always. There were so many people piled into the apartment that I had to look around for a moment before I saw Josh. He whistled as I walked towards him, his eyes scanning me, lingering on my legs.

"My god, look at you." He said as I got closer to him, he took my hand and spun me around.

"You like it?" I asked looking at him through my lashes as I got a little closer,

"Of course I do, you may be dressed as an angel, but you look absolutely sinful.." He whispered as I blushed, I was expecting a kiss or at least a touch, but he didn't. I felt my heart drop a little at the fact that he was able to keep his hands to himself.

"And what are you supposed to be?" I asked as I backed up and looked him over.

"I'm a life guard? Want some mouth to mouth?" He said as he wiggled his eyebrows, I just snickered and shoved him, "This whistle isn't the only thing I'll let you blow," He added, holding out the whistle that rested against his bare chest. I rolled my eyes but couldn't hold back my laughter,

"You think you can just throw on swim trunks and a whistle and it's a costume?" I jested,

"Yes, yes I do." He said leaning in closer, He got close to kissing me when I saw a hand drape over his shoulder,

"Josh, Sam needs help with the keg." Danny said, it almost looked like he was glaring at him.

"Right, right. I'll go help with that," Josh said before disappearing into the crowd. My eyes looked over Danny's outfit as he looked over mine.

"Angel." He said softly, with a grin.

"Greek god?" I asked, and he blushed with a nod of his head. He had a sheet pinned around him, showing most of his chest and his broad shoulders. He also had a gold leaf crown around his head.

"You're never going to let me forget I called you that are you?" I asked as I placed my hand on his chest,

"Never," He grinned as he shook his head, looking down at me. I was taller in my heels, not needing to stand on my toes to reach his lips. I leaned forward, and he stepped away, almost causing me to stumble forward.

"What the hell?" I asked,

"I uh, sorry. I'm going to go see if they need help with the keg." He said before walking off, he hadn't even said anything about my costume. I stood there for a moment basically in shock over how my night was going so far. I was expecting them to be entranced with me in the outfit, but neither of them seemed to be bothered by it. I walked around until I found Lucas,

"Hey you, I know that look. Whats wrong?" He asked as he scooted over on the couch, I sunk down beside him.

"Both of them are basically ignoring me, they haven't kissed me, touched me, they didn't even hug me" I said as I crossed my arms.

"Thats weird," He said softly as he scanned the room, "Why don't you just stay here and talk with me" He suggested and I agreed. I stayed talking to him for a while, both of us sipping on our drinks. It had been an hour and I pouted most of the time, looking around the room hoping to either catch a glimpse of Josh or Danny. Lucas must have noticed because he spoke again, "You know, if it were me, I'd make it hard for them to ignore you, go throw yourself at one of them or something" He said standing up, "But enough of this pouting, can you find a ride home, Mark wants me to go to a party with him." I nodded and he walked off.

Make it impossible for them to ignore me....That wasn't a bad idea, and now that I had a little liquid courage in my system I was confident I could make at least one of them crack. I looked around the room, my eyes landing on a dark head of curly hair in the small crowded kitchen. I started making my way over and realized he was just leaning against the counter looking at his phone. His phone, that was more interesting than being with me?

I paused for a moment, trying to think of a reason to need to get past him. I grabbed a mostly empty cup of clear liquid sitting on a counter next to me, and poured it on my chest. It wasn't a lot, but enough to be noticeable. The kitchen was kind of crowded, which worked in my favor. I scooted past Danny, making sure to slightly grind my ass against his crotch as I did. I might be crazy, but I think I felt him sort of lean into it. I kept going past him and grabbed a paper towel,

"Oh sorry, I just needed a paper towel. Some guy got me all wet.." I said innocently as I blotted at my chest. He just stared at me, putting his phone in his pocket. I tossed the paper towel towards the garbage, intentionally missing. I bent at the waist to pick it up, my ass facing him as I took my time picking it up and throwing it away. With the cut of my body suit being similar to a cheeky bikini, I was sure he'd notice me now.

He still said nothing, just stared at me softly shaking his head. I went back the way I had come, rubbing against him again as I went back by. His eyes lingered for a moment before Sam walked in and he started talking to him. I huffed in annoyance as I pushed through the crowd. I located the curly hair I so loved and grabbed his shoulder, prompting him to turn around quickly,

"Will you take me home." I said, my arms crossed,

"Everything ok?" he asked softly, trying to read my face.

"No. I just- Will you take me home or not." I hissed, I was just as mad at him as I was at Danny.

"Yeah, we can leave whenever you want" He said with wide eyes at my tone

"I'm going to tell Danny bye and then we can leave." I said. I wanted him to know I was leaving, to know I was annoyed.

"Ok, come find me after." He said, and I walked back towards the kitchen. I found that he had migrated a little and was standing near the hallway. I stomped over and stopped in front of him,

"I just wanted to let you know, I'm leaving and Josh is taking me home. Bye." I said before turning on my heels,

"What? Why." He asked as he grabbed my wrist,

"Why?" I asked incredulously yanking my wrist from his grip, "Daniel you've been ignoring me all night!" now crossing my arms again. He leaned forward and in a gravely voice he spoke

"I've been staying away cause I can't be close to you in that outfit without wanting to take you, right here, in front of everyone" I felt my skin get hot as he continued, "Did you dress like a little slut to get my attention angel?" he moved his hand to my neck as I nodded, my heart now racing. I could smell alcohol on his breath so I knew he had had a few drinks fueling this side of him I'd never seen.

His hand gripped the hair at the nape of my neck and he tilted my head back a little, keeping my ear close to his mouth. "I've been trying to contain myself and you've been being such a tease." I whimpered slightly as his grip got tighter on my hair, "Meet me in my room, and I expect to find you on your knees." He said sternly before stepping back.

I stood in shock for a moment at his dominance, but holy shit was I turned on by it. All of my anger was gone for him as I walked to his room, closing the door behind me. I wanted nothing more than to do exactly what he wanted, to please him. I quickly lowered to my knees like he had asked, and waited. My heart nearly skipped a beat when the door opened.

His eyes landed on me and the corner of his mouth turned up into a devilish grin. He walked over and caressed my face in his hand, his thumb running over my bottom lip.

"Look at you, on your knees and ready for me like a good girl" He pressed his thumb gently into my mouth and I sucked it, swirling my tongue around it. A low groan left his chest and he pushed his costume out of the way, revealing the tent in his boxers. It was blatantly clear to me what he wanted.

I ran my hands up his thighs, reaching the band of his boxers and pulling them down. His cock springing free, "Fuck, I want to taste you" I moaned out at just the sight of his hard length.

He smirked down at me, "I love when that pretty mouth says such filthy things to me. Go ahead angel, put me in your mouth."

I took him into my hand, pumping him a few times before kissing the ridge of his head. He rocked his hips forward just a bit, showing me how desperate he was for me. He sucked a sharp breath in as I took him into my mouth. I applied more pressure with my tongue to the underside of his cock as I bobbed my head up and down. The grunts and moans leaving his mouth were intoxicating as I started welcoming him deeper and deeper into my throat.

He grabbed my hair, getting a grip on it again just as he had in the hallway. He thrusted further into my throat, and I gagged. He promptly pulled me off of him and tilted my head up to look at him,

"Three taps if it's too much," He said, his eyes soft for a moment, "I need you to say you understand" he said, his stern commanding voice returning.

"I understand" I said quietly. He nodded and then tilted my face back to his cock. I once again took him into my mouth and gave him full control as he moved my head up and down on his length, hitting the back of my throat over and over before I finally felt him finish down the back of it, a growl leaving his chest as he came. This was my first time tasting him, and it was something I'd never get tired of.

He released his grip and I slowly pulled off. He helped me to my feet and wiped my saliva covered chin with his thumb before pulling me into a kiss. Wetness was pooling between my legs, but I knew Josh was probably looking for me at this point, ready to leave. I pulled away slowly,

"I've gotta go," I said softly, barely above a whisper,

"Wha- are you still mad?" He asked with a concerned look. This was a completely different man than the one who had just throat fucked me.

"I'm not mad, I just told Josh I was ready to leave and I'm sure hes waiting." I said as Danny's hands traveled to my waist, pulling me closer,

"You promise you're not mad, at me for...anything?" he said, rubbing the back of his neck. I realized what he was probably concerned about.

"You mean because you called me a slut? Or got a little authoritarian with me?" I asked with a smile, he nodded, blushing. "No, I actually kind of liked it" I said running my hand through his hair.

"Oh really?" He asked raising his brow, "I think you and Lucas might need to trade costumes"

"Oh shut up," I laughed as I playfully shoved him, "I really should get going, I promise to text you when I get home"

"Alright, I'm sorry I made you upset earlier. I'll make it up to you next time I see you, I promise. I'll give you all the attention you need." he said, kissing at my jaw,

"I'll hold you to that" I said as I backed away, "I'll see you later." I kissed his cheek and then headed back out into the crowd to find Josh. I walked around for a minute or two before I found him talking to some girl in a skimpy cat costume. He wasn't even looking for me. I felt myself getting annoyed all over again, this time only at Josh. I tapped his shoulder again, he turned around and gave me a smile,

"There you are, are you ready?" he asked,

"Yes." I said as I headed for the door. We walked out to the car, it was super dark and late at this point so no one was really around. The click of my heels on the concrete filled the air. "Are you ok to drive?" I asked plainly,

"Yeah, I didn't really drink" He said as he got into the driver seat. I sunk into the passenger seat and turned to face the window. I was once again pouting but I didn't even care, Josh was even more touchy than Danny and I was sincerely surprised he hadn't touched me as soon as he saw me. "My place or yours?" He asked, putting his hand on my leg, I quickly swatted it away,

"Mine, If you could just drop me off that would be great," I said in an annoyed tone,

"Sweetheart, I can tell you're mad but-" He reached to place his hand on my leg and I swatted it away again,

"You don't get to start touching me now." I said harshly,

"Please, you look so good I just want to make you feel good too," he whined. The whine in his voice flipped a switch in me, and I got an idea. I shifted in the seat and spread my legs slightly, turning my gaze to Josh,

"I'm perfectly capable of doing that myself." I said sensually, my hand traveling down my abdomen. My eyes stayed locked on Josh as I started to touch myself through my bodysuit. I was already so turned on from my time with Danny the friction I was creating was heavenly. Josh's eyes focused on my hand as he licked his lips. He shifted in his seat and tried once again to reach over, "Uh uh, I told you, no touching me." I paused, seeing his erection forming in his swim trunks, "You can touch yourself if you'd like." He groaned and threw his head back against the seat in frustration,

"I just want to touch you." He whined again,

"How about this, you can't touch me, but I can touch you all I want?" I said between breaths, already feeling my orgasm building. "I can use you to get myself off, hows that?" In the split second he paused to think about his answer I moved my bodysuit to the side, now making direct contact with my clit, moaning quietly, spurring on his answer,

"Yes, please, please use me Rose" he said eagerly,

"Pull your shorts off and then sit on your hands, I don't want you to be tempted to touch me, and you missed your opportunity to touch yourself." I said confidently,

He huffed in annoyance but did as I asked. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked absolutely delectable in the soft light of the moon coming in through the windows. I climbed over the center console, straddling his thigh.

"Jesus, you're so wet." He groaned as I made contact and started grinding against him, "Please ride my thigh, make yourself cum," he breathed out.

"What does it look like I'm doing," I started moving my hips back and forth, reaching my hands up, one on his shoulder, and the other tangling in his hair. As I rode his thigh I leaned in to kiss him, he tried to connect our lips, and I tightened the grip on his hair, holding it in place against the headrest. "Stay still."

His breathing had grown ragged as I started kissing and biting at his neck while I grew closer and closer to my climax. I felt the muscle in his thigh flex as he began to squirm under me, prompting me to grind into him even harder.

"Please let me touch you, please," He pleaded with me, his desperateness making me crack,

"Yes, touch me," I managed though a breathy moan, giving in and needing his touch. I expected him to touch himself or reposition me on his cock, but he didn't. He grabbed my hips and moved them faster against his thigh, attacking my neck with his mouth.

The noises coming out of me at this point sounded nothing short of animalistic, "Josh, I'm going to cum" I whimpered. He pulled back so he could see my face,

"Me too, gonna cum just from watching you use me," His grip on my hips got tighter, "Look at me and cum for me baby,"

The words that left his mouth, the way just watching me could make him cum, sent me over the edge. I obliged and kept my eyes on him, both of our mouths falling open as we came at the same time. His warmth all over my thigh and his stomach as he continued to move my hips until he was sure I'd rode out my orgasm.

I leaned my forehead on his shoulder as I tried to catch my breath. His hands continued to travel my body as he came down from his high, finally he leaned over and grabbed napkins out of the center console, cleaning up the both of us with a soft smile on his face.

"So, I'm going to ask again, your place or mine?" He said as I climbed back into my seat, fixing my bodysuit so it was once again covering me.

"Wherever you wanna sleep" I replied, which was obviously what he wanted to hear.

"I don't know how much sleeping will occur, but lets go to mine." He said, shimmying up his shorts and starting the car. He reached over and rested his hand on my leg. As the drive went on it occurred to me how different Josh and Danny were in this aspect, in almost every aspect except their admiration of me. How did I feel so strongly for two very different people, it didn't make sense, but I wasn't sure how I was ever going to choose.

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