#everything is possible in the other realities

[applejuicebegood]

Could you possibly write some more headcanons for how Jason Todd would slowly warm up to affection? I know you mentioned it briefly in a previous post if I'm remembering correctly but I just need more on him possibly not even notices how his behavior around reader begins to change!!!! (This is all prior to a relationship)

A/N: Mmmmm very sweet indeed, I love writing for this idiot sm. Thank you so much for requesting dude! I really hope that you like it!!

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He first thought of it as impossible that someone as soft and as sweet as you could ever fit into his life of grit, violence and blood. He knew you as an opposite - a total contrast to the rough edges that fitted his body and world. But love is stubborn, and so were you.

The first major change you unintentionally enacted was the bettering of his sleeping habits. After your fifth date, you asked if he had been sleeping enough and if everything was ok. Your concern bubbling over at the sight of his lush green eyes now sunken in by a surrounding deep purple. His shoulders were slumped forward and his steps stumbled as you walked next to him down the library shelves. He perked up, the sweet trill of your voice drawing him out from his drowsy state. He was used to pulling all-nighters, his job practically required it. But it was the first time he felt guilty about it. He laughed it off, assuring you that he just couldn't sleep the other night.

Only when he clicked his apartment door close after walking you home, did he reflect on how little he actually slept in general. And never wanting to see that fearful empathy in your eyes again, he started sleeping at least more than an hour each day. It took time to fight back the creeping guilt of supposedly neglecting his duties in protecting Gotham but he would rather revel in that guilt then make you worry about him.

Once you two started officially dating, the second major change was his discovering of his love of your touch. The quickness of your shoulders bumping or you playfully hitting his arm in a fit of laughter was the purest form of electricity and warmth burrowing into his skin and settling into his bones. Your gentleness was so foreign to him. His skin throbbing in bruises or his muscles stinging in agony was familiar. The gentle brush of your warm hand over the side of his face, was not.

It took time for him to grow comfortable with your physical affection - but when he did, god, it was like discovering a limitless source of vitality, all wrapped up in the most flawlessly beautiful of persons. He longed for the closeness of your skin if he was gone for long missions. He would cry into the circle of your arms, all of his unexpressed gratitude and love for you boiling over in hiccuped sobs.

He leans into your touch like a cat leans into ear scratches. He'll nuzzle his cold cheeks into the softness of your palms as you brush his tangled black locks back up over his forehead. He squeezes your hand to silently signal when you both need to cross a street or just to remind him that your still by his side.

From you he learned how easy it was to smile at the world. You reintroduced him back into the reality of natural goodness existing around him. This translated back into his Red-Hooding, of now seeing a city worth protecting. Not just because your in it, but because he now knows of the beauty and the laughter it holds. Within the graffitied concrete walls and stretches of hidden art galleries and grassroots community centres. Of the small queer clubs and community bookstores both of you would frequent. He learned to fall in love with Gotham because he fell in love with you.

Before going public with your relationship to his family, the sudden shift in his stern behaviour was glaring. Jason was gentler and actually trying, although awkwardly, to deepen his connection to his little brothers and sisters. You said that he was going to be stuck with them anyway, so he should learn to see them as the family he always deserved to have. Tim and Duke tease him, egging him on to explain why he decided to show up with a Tupperware of hand-baked velvet cookies for Steph and Cass (no, he didn't let Tim and Duke have any). He could throw a pillow at them and chase them through the manor, telling them to shut their faces, but nothing could distract anybody from the fact that someone was bringing back a Jason both Dick and Bruce thought they had buried.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd #batfam #batfamily #red hood x fem!reader #red hood #dc robin #red hood x you #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #robin jason todd #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd comfort #jason peter todd #nightwing #red robin #reverse robins

[merbear25]

Reigniting an old flame (Mihawk)

Prompt 18 requested by @thesunxwentblack

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting this, especially with Mihawk! I had a blast, so I hope you enjoy what I've written for you 💜💜

CW: NSFW!! MDNI!! fem!reader, fluffy smut, established relationship, vaginal penetration, slightly rough sex

Sharing your life with someone never appeared to be in the cards for either of you. However, your paths intersected, giving you a chance at love. Understandably, neither of you held out hope for your relationship to survive the countless fire it'd undoubtedly be under, but it turned out that anything was possible.

Despite the shaky circumstances, your love was worth holding onto—such devotion was difficult to come by in this world. Wanting nothing more than your safety, Mihawk urged you to distance yourself from him, at least until he managed to get everything under control.

However, seeing how distraught you were by the whole ordeal made it seem as if this decision was the wrong one. Holding you closely, he reassured you that your love was meant to flourish. Handing you a small piece of paper, you noticed the address written on it—a type of safe haven for you to fly under the radar.

Pushing your heartbreak aside, thinking that this could be the final time you see each other, your trust in him remained unwavering. Tearfully agreeing to the conditions, you departed. Watching the life you'd just begun together become more distant, the serverity of reality was almost proving too much to bear.

With days turning into weeks and weeks into months, gnawing dread that something had happened ate away at you until a piece of mail appeared: one holding neither a return address nor signature, yet an abundance of clues. The envelope contained postcards with nothing written on them but a note about the supposed journey that alluded to the true origins of post. Trusting your gut, you answered, sending it to a place that was starting to feel more and more like a shot in the dark.

Only when another arrived, were your doubts set to rest. With the illusion of secrecy kept, it was obvious to the both of you that your adoration new no bounds. In spite of the small glimmers of joy you'd get receiving and sending mail to each other, the extended period of doing so was weighing on you, leaving you wondering if you'd ever get the chance to hold each other again, to allow your love to flourish in the way it was supposed to.

With the last two years passing by in a haze, the next piece of mail sparked hope. Sifting through the hints, he gave you notice of his current whereabouts, extending an invitation. Elation of being reunited coarsed through you, your feet and the sails of the ships being unable to carry you as quickly as you needed.

Upon seeing him, there was no chance you'd hold yourself back from running into his arms. The feeling of him wrapping you up in an embrace—one which he'd be sure could never allow you to slip through—allowed your souls to meld together. Granting himself this moment of weakness, he swept you off your feet and carried you into your new home, peppering your sweet face with much deserved affection.

Placing you down on the bed, you had a silent understanding that everything else could wait, for now getting lost in the pits of your desire took priority.

As the fires of your passion increased with each searing kiss, your body arched with each touch, each grope, beckoning for him to ravish you. Trailing kisses down your neck, removed your delicates with ease. Pinning your legs back, your needy slit was on full display, which only whetted the appetite that'd gone without satisfaction for far too long.

Unleashing his arousal, he teased your pearl with its tip, sending waves of anticipation deep into your desperate walls. Easing himself into you, he reveled in the sensation your twitching form was so eager to give him.

Picking up the pace, he bucked in and out of you with a clear goal: letting the dry spell come to a crashing halt by surrendering yourselves to the uncharted depths of euphoria.

Your moans were growing more and more frantic, sounding off in the room like sweet melodies. The sight of you losing all sense of self on him made you even more irresistible. Leaning over you, your lip lock was feverish yet firm. As his length forced itself deeper, your groans at taking the full extent of his lust mixed with his.

Such thrills were building up to an explosive irruption, one which would quake the earth surrounding it. Fully letting go of any of the sorrow and uncertainty you once had, an earth shattering revilation freed you from those shackles.

Now with more clarity, the two of you could give yourselves entry into the other's life, no longer needing to hide.

Leaving you with a kiss on your forehead, he excused himself momentarily, giving you full reign of the bedroom.

Taking liberty to look around at the different knick knacks he had scattered about, a red velvet box caught your eye. Admiring the delicately crafted lining, you unclasped it. You were met with a stack of postcards and notes.

Holding each note up, you could barely make out that they were yours due to the tears flooding your eyes. Such tenderness that you never knew he was capable of sent your heart soaring.

When he reentered the room and caught you looking at his keepsake, he gently placed a hand on your lower back.

"You mean to tell me you've kept every single note?"

Cupping your face, he spoke with complete certainty, "A love like yours is meant to be cherished."

Being given the chance to fan the flames of your passion, letting it reach new hights was an opportunity you'd never take for granted. Wrapping your arms around him, you gave yourselves a few more moments to let those bright embers dance between you.

#follower event #x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x you #one piece imagine #op #mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #one piece mihawk #dracule mihawk #mihawk x reader #mihawk x you #dracule mihawk x reader #one piece smut #op mihawk #op smut

[yanderes-galore]

Sure! Bit rusty on Beastars but let me see what I got :) Darling is most likely an herbivore in this, but it's vague.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Legoshi Prompts 2, 18, 24

“I want to repay you for how happy you make me.”

“I wouldn’t ever hurt you. Everyone else, on the other hand…”

“Love can’t even begin to describe what I feel for you.”

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Mature themes, Slight intimacy, Blood, Violence mentioned/implied, Clingy behavior, Fear of loss, Dubious touching/kissing, Dubious relationship.

The atmosphere of the hotel room is tense. Both of you roam the room, trying to get comfortable after previous events. After all... You were recently saved by Legoshi.

Your mind keeps flashing to when you were captured by the Shishigumi. Just when you felt you'd die to the lions, Legoshi came bursting in with bloodlust in his eyes. You considered Legoshi a friend... But you never thought he'd save you.

Poor you was oblivious to the reasons behind your rescue.

By the end of it, Legoshi held you in a tight embrace. The sudden hug was surprising... But welcomed. Although you could tell Legoshi ran out of adrenaline when he slumped in your arms.

Afterwards, when you helped him up, you ate together and found somewhere to stay for the night. A Love Hotel wasn't ideal... Yet it was somewhere you both could stay. You could tell even Legoshi was nervous as he entered the room.

You pitied how he looked... The wolf covered in blood and bruises from when he tore into the lions. You frowned slightly, noticing how out of it Legoshi looked. You finally sit on the bed, seeing how Legoshi just seems to stare.

"Are... You tired, Legoshi?" You ask, the wolf perking up at your words. His gaze softens... The reality of the situation setting in. He... He almost lost you...

His heart rate picks up at the thought.

"Tired?" Legoshi echoes back to you, trying to think clearly. "A little, I guess... Are you sure we should be sleeping in the same bed...? After everything that has happened?"

"We'll be fine for one night, right? Not like we can use the train now..." You sigh, gesturing to the bathroom. "How about you wash your clothes and recover? You... We've been through a lot."

Legoshi snaps out of his thoughts enough to head to the bathroom and wash his clothes. As he checks himself in the mirror, he can't help but worry. He really did almost lose you... Before he even got to say how he felt...

Should he change that... Tonight?

You notice Legoshi looks nervous and distant when he returns, sitting on the bed with his ears back. You look at him concerned when he glances at you, face tinted pink. You sit up to face him.

"Hey... I'm sorry you got yourself hurt for me." You whisper, looking at his black eye. Legoshi turns his full attention to you before heaving a sigh.

"It's okay, I did it for you." Legoshi answers, smiling softly at the thought "Plus..." The wolf leans closer, catching you by surprise.

“I wanted to repay you for how happy you make me.”

Your eyes widen in surprise at what he says. Legoshi gives you a dreamy look as he watches you. You... You make him feel conflicted... Yet he's always happy around you.

"Legoshi... There's no need to repay me for being kind. If anything, I should repay you...." Your voice comes out in a murmur. Legoshi's ears flick, it's clear he heard what you said. Even more so when he leans closer with his tail swaying.

"You're so important to me..." Legoshi whispers softly, nose sniffing at you as his eyes dilate. "I-I just wish I knew how to properly show it."

You yelp softly when he pulls you into his chest. You sink into his toned torso, heart hammering at the sudden contact. You then feel Legoshi's head lay on your shoulder, tail wagging.

"I want you to count on me to protect you." Legoshi admits, grip tighter than he means to be. “I wouldn’t ever hurt you. Everyone else, on the other hand…”

You notice the change of tone in Legoshi's voice. Your ears pick up on the subtle growl in his throat and you... Don't feel all that safe anymore. You keep your worries to yourself as the wolf nuzzles into you.

"I got so scared when I learned you were missing..." Legoshi sighs, claws trailing patterns on your stomach. "I... I just had to go find you... because I... Well, I love you...."

You perk at his confession, shaking in his arms as he holds you. Having a wolf like him love you... well... it could be dangerous. You've seen what he can do. The thought is flattering...

But you can tell his affections aren't normal if he's so hostile towards others.

"Actually," Legoshi continues, turning you around so you're looking at him before he gently pushes you down on the bed. “Love can’t even begin to describe what I feel for you.”

You stare at the wolf above you. The purple light illuminates him in a soft glow... You can see a sinister look in his gaze. Your heart beats fast... Not quite out of love... But out of fear.

"I can't get you out of my head..." Legoshi confesses. "I think of you more than I'd like to admit and... I don't want to lose you. I want you to know I'm obsessed with you and about you..."

The wolf leans closer, cupping your face with a large clawed hand. Before you know it he leans in and kisses you softly. You don't fight it... be that because you secretly wanted it... or were too scared to push away. By the end of it, Legoshi pulls away with a small pant.

He's always wanted to do that.

"I want you to know I'll always be here to protect you... No matter what happens... I'll always be yours." Legoshi smiles and you stare at his fangs. You realize you need to calm down... You don't want to think of this right now.

Will he really hurt those around you? Was it just a "heat of the moment" kind of thing?

"Legoshi..." You call, seeing the wolf perk up again. You gently stroke his cheek and the wolf leans into the touch with a sigh. "I... I need to shower then I'm heading to bed."

"Is that what you want?" Legoshi tilts his head while sitting up. "We... We don't have to do anything else if you don't want to, Of course!"

"I'm tired and you still need to heal." You admit, sitting up properly to release yourself from the wolf. "Let's... Discuss this another time?"

You see the wolf's ear pin down for a moment before he nods. Perhaps he is moving too fast with you. That's okay... He can wait.

"Sure... Have a nice shower." He looks away, allowing you to leave. As you both part, you both wonder what this means for the both of you.

Will this make you both happy...?

Or will you and those around you just get hurt in the process of Legoshi's fantasies.

#yandere beastars #yandere legoshi #yandere beastars imagines

[seramilla]

Can we please please pleeeeeeeeeeease have more of tour Exorcists are miscarriages and Vaggie is Carmilla’s daughter story.

Please please pretty please

Vaggie is released from Belphegor's hospital and back to the Pride ring a few days after learning about her origins from Carmilla. The arms dealer and fallen angel had spent several hours that first day coming to terms with the truth, and Vaggie had spent a lot of time grieving, processing, and realizing the life she'd always dreamed for herself was never real.

After that first day, however, the feelings were still too raw, too real, for the little angel to handle all on her own. She's coming to terms that she does, in fact, have a mother, but her previous words to Carmilla still ring true: they've known each other for little more than a month, and while Vaggie appreciates the opportunity to get to know her, and hear more about her family, and their life on Earth...it's still too soon, too early, to absorb everything at once. She needs time. She needs her girlfriend, Charlie.

Right now, she only wants the princess. She wants the familiar scent of her hair, the familiar warmth of her body, the familiar presence beside her at night that can help filter all the sadness and grief. She spends days, up in Charlie's room at Lucifer's mansion. The task of rebuilding the hotel is still at the forefront of everyone's mind, and she's feeling grateful, if not a bit guilty, for everything being put on hold, for her sake.

Charlie treats her with kid gloves; any other time, she might be annoyed by that, but right now, she craves it, longs for it, even. Charlie leaves her room only to bring her food, or help her bathe, or stand vigil outside the bathroom while she does her business. Vaggie can't remember a time when she felt this vulnerable, this weak before. Not even when she first arrived in Hell with her injuries. It's not even her body that's hurting, but primarily her spirit.

Carmilla calls daily, to check on Vaggie. Vaggie speaks with her briefly a few times, when she feels like it, to let the overlord know she's okay. But only for a few seconds or minutes at a time. She feels bad for Carmilla, but thankful that the older woman is respecting her privacy. The only human connection she wants right now is Charlie's; Charlie obliges wholeheartedly, cocooning her girlfriend in layers and layers of warm blankets, and curling herself around her at night. Even her tail wraps around the tiny angel's limbs, as if it knows instinctively that she needs more comfort.

"Are you okay, baby?" Charlie asks, constantly, and Vaggie always says, "Yes." She's honestly not sure if she is, but she doesn't want Charlie to worry. The response is on autopilot at this point. Charlie doesn't seem to mind, and only pulls her in closer, tightly against her chest. Vaggie lets out her wings, and encircles the demon princess in their warm comfort. Charlie sighs, and for a moment, Vaggie can almost forget about the world, and all the trauma she's had to endure existing in it.

She'll deal with it. She will. But right now, she just needs more time with Charlie. Before reality rears its ugly head again, and their responsibilities need to be front and center. The hotel needs to be rebuilt. More Sinners need to be saved. That's what she signed up for, and she can't keep feeling sorry for herself forever.

That will come, with time, she thinks. Right now, all that matters is Charlie. And healing both mentally and physically from her ordeal, as quickly as possible. Charlie still needs her. Carmilla probably does, too, in her own way. But she will have to wait.

Her responsibilities are mounting. There will be time to deal with everything, when she awakens again, and the world makes a little more sense. Right now, she buries herself further into Charlie's side, her strong, protective presence fueling her recovery. She allows herself to sleep one more fitful night's sleep. Just one more time, before reality has to finally sink in, and her entire world changes forever once again.

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #charlie morningstar #carmilla carmine #lucifer morningstar #belphegor hazbin hotel #ask #fan theories #chaggie #vaggie carmilla related au

[2n2n]

So things are very changed now, so I was wondering, do you think it's possible for things to magically go back to the way they were before like Hanako-kun going back to being the 7 mystery and Tsukasa being his yorishiro? Or will this reality simply never exist again? So this means this could be tbhk's last arc, but it feels like there are still so many questions left unanswered 😢

I think you, and, other people panicking, really need to stop and take a breather, and remember how... stories work. How narratives operate.

even a mediocre and poorly planned shounen manga would typically not suddenly pivot in the middle and retcon everything! Do you think JSHK appears poorly-planned or made-up-on-the-spot? PERSONALLY, in my experience with AidaIro's works, they have a TON of integrity with regard to story themes and character motivations. Iro-sensei really, REALLY desires for readers to come to UNDERSTAND characters. Iro-sensei was a sobbing mess on the publication of JSHK, because they were scared people would not LIKE it, and thus, they would not get to continue to unfold the story. They LIKE their characters a LOT! They want you to UNDERSTAND Yugi Amane, Yugi Tsukasa, Yashiro Nene, etc etc!! Deeply, and truly!

While a lot of shounen are filled with nonsense-of-the-week and neverending organizations of dozens of villains showing up without connection or significance, I would argue that JSHK has none of that. We've been on the same exact journey from the very beginning: we want to understand Yugi Amane, and we want to save him.. .whatever that means.

You need to lean back in your chair and let AidaIro-sensei whisk you away! You need to trust that it will take time, but, that there are answers in AidaIro-sensei's notebooks to everything.

No, the story isn't ending right now! No, that reality is not gone!

To me, this kind of panic is like....

if Picture Perfect began, and you worried, "oh no, Hanako-kun is our villain now, we're fighting him, will he ever be our hero again?" or "oh no, we're stuck in a fake reality... will we ever go back to the real world?"

Or, if during the Severance, you worried, "oh no, the near and far shore have been severed, will we never get in-school shenanigans ever again?" "oh no, Aoi is dead for good..."

In reality, this arc-- like every arc-- is going to be a way for you and I to see new angles on the characters we love.

We already knew Yugi Amane created an aberrant future, and we were intrigued by the notion of school teacher Amane from the 'original' timeline. Finally, we are going to SEE that timeline. If we DIDN'T do this, we'd feel something was missing! Everyone has long been curious about THIS reality! We've been desperate, haven't we?? We've been wishing to understand this thing described in VOLUME 3. This isn't scary at all, it's satisfying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We're finally here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To have a fully rounded perspective on the Yugi twins, we need to see this world. For Nene-chan to truly understand HER Amane, she needs to grasp WHAT EXACTLY AMANE DID to CREATE the reality she has been in up until now. We're literally going to investigate the EXACT MOMENT that leads to "Hanako-kun", our lover lol. Until we know that, do we really know "Hanako-kun" at all?

Personally, I want Nene-chan to be INVOLVED in the CREATION of that reality we love. I want to know what role Tsukasa plays in all of it, too.

The reality we have been in was someone's choice! We won't understand the gravity and precision of that choice without seeing it FIRSTHAND. This is not a SCARY event, this is a RELIEVING event-- we will gain perspective!! Nobody should be afraid of that, seriously!

This is what we, the readers, want! And this is how AidaIro-sensei want to show it to us. Very directly!!

We're all very curious about the shinjuu, the Yugi twin's past. What if we could go to that moment, and SEE it? What if Nene-chan could witness it? What if she could set it into motion? These are the kinds of things to be potentially looking forward to.

The manga is called "Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun". We would never do away with "Hanako-kun". That's self-evident!

#avvy's JSHK

[fizziepopangel]

“Welcome to our home of healing! Our resort of restoration…”

Charlie made everyone in the hotel friendship bracelets with little Hazbin Hotel charms she had specially made.

She absolutely keeps scrapbooks. She has one full of photos with her and Vaggie that she’s been filling since their first date, and another full of her friends from the hotel (most are candid photos that they don’t realize she’s taken).

Charlie has done research on the animals each hotel resident seems to resemble. She cried for two hours when she accidentally stepped on Husk’s tail after finding out how important a cat’s tail is and the damage injuries can cause to it…. It did hurt, but he was overall ok and he honestly wasn’t that upset with her, but she still hasn’t quite forgiven herself for the incident and she is beyond careful of where she steps now.

Niffty teaches Charlie to sew after she tore her blazer jacket.After reconnecting with her father, she uses her new found sewing skills to sew her dad a stuffed duck by hand with a little hat that matched his…. The duck was lopsided and awkwardly stuffed but Lucifer loved it nonetheless and put her gift on a literal pedestal. And yes, this did make her continue using her poor sewing skills to sew little stuffed animals for all the hotel’s residents.

After learning about Sir Pentious’ crush on Cherri and Angel’s crush on Husk, she sewed them both little stuffies. Angel’s was a cat that, despite its odd shaped and poor stitching, did kinda resemble the hotel’s bartender, and Sir pentious got a little pink bomb stuffie.

Aside from Vaggie and her father, Charlie is closest to Sir Pentious.

Charlie is the one to propose to Vaggie.

Despite her childlike drawing that most see during her pitch for the hotel and her planning on the wall when she has her miniature breakdown, the princess of hell is actually a rather talented artist and she painted the portrait of Sir Pentious for his memorial after his death during the battle against the angels.

In an attempt to bond with Angel Dust, Charlie asked him to go shopping with her to update her wardrobe. She was worried about the things Angel would pick out for her at first, but rather than shopping, Angel showed her designs he had sketched out himself for her. She was so excited she commissioned him to actually make a few of them. She goes to him before actually going shopping now.

Although she is known for being kind and avoiding conflict when possible, after finding Angel and Cherri having one of their girls nights and watching one of their favorite shows, Charlie became obsessed with crappy reality shows with great amounts of drama that end in violence and screaming matches.

After Dazzle’s death, Charlie started letting Razzle sleep in bed with her and Vaggie since she often heard the little demon goat sniffling as he slept alone for the first time since his creation. Vaggie couldn’t say no when faced with a depressed little demon goat and her girlfriend’s puppy-dog eyes.

Charlie isn’t a big drinker and rarely ever actually drinks, but on the rare occasions she does, it’s usually a game night activity with the others and she usually ends up being the type of tipsy/drunk that causes her to giggle at everything and then end up falling asleep in the most awkward places and uncomfortable positions. Pretty much everyone has taken a turn carrying the sleeping princess to her room or to her girlfriend to return her when this happens.

Charlie took first aide classes to be able to go out after each yearly extermination to try to help those who had been injured in during the the angelic attack. She only stopped to try to focus on the hotel, but plans to try to get back into it once she has more support for the hotel and it’s guests, even trying to convince her dad to go with her.

Unbeknownst to everyone except her partner, Charlie has nightmares about the fight between everyone at the hotel and the angels. She knows fighting was necessary, but she can’t help but wonder how things could’ve turned out if they were able to come to a peaceful resolution.

She writes short, silly stories…. And sometimes little romantic scenarios between her and Vaggie.

Within the seven years her mom has been gone, Charlie has still tried to call her everyday, leaving voicemails about every milestone she’s reached so far. She’s had one–sided conversations with her mother’s voicemail about the start of the hotel, her relationship, and even her getting back into a better place in the relationship she has with her dad. She hasn’t heard back, but she knows her mother is checking them messages because the voicemail box never gets full. It gives her hope despite not hearing her mother’s voice aside from the short voicemail message.

#fizziepop thoughts #vivziepop #hazbin hotel #hazbin headcanons #charlie morningstar #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie x vaggie #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lilith #charlie being charlie #charlie is hopeful for so much good #she's precious

[der-rebell]

Trigger warning: my opinion

I will forever say that the transgender ideology is a cult.

It's acts just like one, it recruits young, impressionable and insecure teenagers. 

It has an appeal to youth because it acts in the same way as what being goth was, however this is far more dangerous. 

There is nothing punk about the belief in gender and upholding gender stereotypes.

The whole belief that one can change their sex is not founded in reality and it is not possible. 

This cult will go to crazy lengths to try and gaslight you into thinking otherwise. 

They will use the "gender is a spectrum" argument, they will say that they « feel as though they are of the opposite sex» 

And that’s where they are WRONG

Being female or male is not a state of feeling 

Being female or male is a state of being

And having to explain simple biology over and over makes you feel like you are going mad.

And if you read more into the ideology it just gets more psychotic. 

I think we need to stop selling this lie to people who are not secure within themselves that they can change their sex. 

That they can pump hormone drugs into their bodies for the rest of their lives or go through painful mutilating surgery to create the appearance of the opposite genitalia. 

Which most of the time doesn’t change their attitude they still feel miserable, hm I wonder why? Maybe because they have other mental issues that no one wants to pay attention to. 

Shall we start treating body dysmorphic people with plastic surgery? Fixing everything they THINK is wrong with them? Is that how we are gonna start caring for our people, with encouragement and enabling bad behavior instead with what we have always done like therapy and counseling?

I am just amazed at how little time it took for a dangerous belief like this to become so mainstream and brainwash everyday people. 

Most people today act like nazis under the regime, they can’t voice their true opinions on topics such as whether a man can become a woman. It’s just pathetic. But that’s the world we live in today, truth hurts so much that you’re not even allowed to say it, fuck that you’re getting imprisoned for saying it and you’ll be taught HOW to THINK because remember you’re the BIGOT! 

This is just the beginning, sooner or later they will want you to accept everything under the sun with persuasive language, with threats and more. 

#radblr #terfblr #gender critical #radical feminists do touch #feminism #fourth wave feminism #transgender #trans ideology #gender abolition #gender criticism

[soplapinga]

Okay okay I agree with everyone talking about the possibility of Pluto finally getting to go to France and meeting Duke in one of his shows, but I now raise you: What if they met BEFORE and Duke was actually the one to tell him about France and the lights and everything. What if Duke were the reason he wanted to go there in the first place. What then.

#imagine if Duke at some did a tour or something and stopped some time in London #and they met there for some random ass encounter #also Pluto seemed pretty much more kinda angry and jumpy bc of the whole living w his father thing obviously so they’d probably have+ #+the messiest first(s) encounters ever w yk Duke being naturally sassy n silly and Pluto in that fucking place just done w everything #bonus points if they at first kept bumping into each other comically coincidentally and they get practically destiny forced to get along #more bonus points if they end up meeting at night on some random ass rooftop and bc of this Duke starts calling him cat #aka the REAL origin of “mon minou” #imagine if Duke invited him to go there w him or something GOD the possibilities #I just kinda fucking created a whole fanfic here fuck don’t mind me I’m being delusional #almost everything in this is 99% impossible but I hate reality I don’t care #nevermore webtoon #duke nevermore #pluto nevermore #pluto x duke #pluke #cat in the hat #SOMEONE NAMED THE SHIP THAT AND I LOVE IT SOSOSO MUCH IM USING THAT FOREVER

[the-yearning-astronaut]

I wish I could be agender the way Murderbot is agender. Right down to the lack of biological sexual characteristics. So agender that the term agender comes with too much associated gender to accurately apply. You know what I mean?

#help the dysphoria is kicking my ass again today and everything about me looks and feels wrong #demigirl still feels like it is applicable but also i wish i was more masculine but NOT in that way only THIS way #am i uncomfortable with my curves because of internalized fatphobia? because of the association with being feminine? both? #is it my actual curves themselves or is it the very reality of having a physical body that will be gendered some way no matter what i do? #i hate it I hate all of it #Murderbot #agender #gender #gender dysphoria #body dysphoria #dysphoria #fox thoughts #'maybe if i dress more masculine that will help' #nope no thats still leaning into gender #how do i do both at once so that they cancel each other out? #i don't want to be masculine but i don't want to be female lite™ either #I don't want to be perceived as having any gender at all and its not fucking possible #fuck i don't even want to deal with pronouns 80% of the time and i don't care for my name either #why does physically existing suck so bad sometimes #☉

[frazzledazzlin]

You and I are making a pact tonight that this is the final time we're burning our lungs so we don't waste the rest of the little time we've got left with each other

#one hc with gf is that before getting kn clan they made a pact to stop smoking until the other dies #so they can spend as much time together as possible in their lives #here i implemented thay idea after terrence's dethroning #hc to reg be an almost constant smoker to destress from everything and rhm smokes too but not as much #desperate to get reg to quit smoking soon after terrence's dethroning #this inage is when they last smoke together #rhm's goinf to start coughing out of nowhere and that really gives reg a reality check and doesn't finish his cig for once #rhm recovers from coughing and goes 'this is why i want you to not pick up another cigarette again. please.' #its definitely hard for reg to nit give in in times of stress but rhm's always there to give him alternatives for destressing.... #dont want to be gone too soon from each other any more #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #copperright #rhm #reginald copperbottom #right hand man #scriboozles

[starbuck]

i have so much love in my heart it’s unreal

#thank GOD i’m going to visit my family in a couple days - i need a BREAK it’s getting overwhelming #but also i love my coworker so much #in a platonic way - she’s like a little sister to me #she’s so motivated and she has SO much potential and i am so proud of her and excited to see her learn and grow #and i want to help in any way i can #i hype her up to my boss and our other coworkers and upper management whenever possible #because she deserves it and nobody else is gonna do it #my boss is nice enough - but she doesn’t talk us up much which is a shame #so it’s up to me to make sure my coworker is being appreciated properly #because she is doing a TON of good work and i need to make sure she knows how incredible that is #she is too hard on herself and needs to take more time for herself to rest because she doesn’t get nearly enough #me and our other coworker have made it our personal mission to ensure that she takes care of herself #and she’s actually doing meaningfully better since we took an interest and - again - i am SO proud of her #i’m currently trying to convince her not to take too much on this summer and i *THINK* it’s going well #ultimately she’s going to be limited by reality regardless #but it would be better for her to plan less rather than try to do everything and get burnt out #i think she thrives on intense pressure just like i do - but that’s also wildly unhealthy to endure for long stretches #so i’m gonna keep working at it

[kinddivinity]

Unhinged, hateful Trans Rights Activists have done more damage to their own movement than anything JK Rowling has done or will ever do.

#JK Rowling #Listen guys it’s not Rowling making everyone turn against you at this point #It’s you sending death threats and r*pe threats and telling people to off themselves #It’s you doxxing people and trying to make everything about you and screeching incoherently when people deviate from your ideology even a bi #*bit #It’s the absolutely unhinged behaviour over the slightest things and it’s you dehumanizing women to make everyone cater to you #It’s you dehumanizing women to make your ‘points’ #It’s you controlling almost all facets of the media while still trying to claim that you’re the most oppressed people ever #It’s forcing rhetoric and transitions on children who aren’t given enough information to make informed decisions #Or who are not mature enough to make informed decisions. #It’s screaming at everyone who says ‘hey maybe sterilizing children like this is bad’ #It’s the deluge of even MORE death/SA/etc threats. #There is a REASON the LGB part of the alphabet soup want to get as far away from you as possible. #There’s a reason a lot of other trans people want nothing to do with you. #You are responsible for your own behaviour and your behaviour is literally ruining everythng the LGBT community spent years fighting for #Literally acting so crazy over a VIDEO GAME just makes most people want nothing to do with you even more #It’s you trying to censor absolutely EVERYTHING that doesn’t 100% align with your ideology #An ideology which frequently likes to ignore facts and reality #And then gaslighting people who disagree while also crying ‘fascism!’ when you are the ones acting like fascists #Just? #It’s sad honestly it’s really sad #It’s sad for real trans people who just want to live their lives #It’s sad for women whose rights are being eroded in the process to pander to a community #Who won’t admit predators are taking advantage of their laxity to prey on women and children #It’s sad for everyone at the end of the day. #text

[caterpillarinacave]

So you choose not to step through the door, after all why mess with nonsense when you're already in nonsense? You check the items in your pockets, your phone you shut off to conserve power, the dog tag, key and top clink together but offer no help, and when you fiddle with the walkie-talkie you manage to get it to turn on, excitedly you call out to the void but only static responds, which is disappointing but predictable, so you put the items away and hunker down for the night, looking at the sky you can see that the stars seem strange, though you're no expert, and the moon seems to have a second smaller moon near it which looks pretty cool but is a stark reminder of how not on your own world your predicament has landed you.

In the morning you begin looking through the nearby bushes and plant life taking note of anything strange, you notice the berries you had been picking before you stepped through the door are also growing around here, they look and taste the same, and some other plants seem pretty similar to the forest from before as well, although the further away from the door you go the more unfamiliar plants you come across (of course that may just be your lack of familiarity with plants) and the few animals you have noticed are bizarre in a way that you can't explain, like the people from town, they seem almost perfectly familiar, just a little off and the noises they make have you thinking they wouldn't be able to communicate with their counterparts either, brushing aside another branch you come across a strange funnel made of metal which you pocket and what looks to be a regular whistle, you wipe it down and blow but hear nothing aside from the air going through, you consider it is either broken or maybe a dog whistle, as you go to put it away you hear something big running in your direction, before you can decide how to react a large creature storms out of the bushes and stops in the clearing before you, it's huge as a horse with paws and sharp teeth it licks as it looks around and spots you, it shakes its head again reminding you of a horse, then steps closer before turning and staring expectantly, you get the feeling it's waiting on you, impatiently, and you realize it seems to expect you to get on its back. Do you get on?

Yes.

#I am a terrible terrible Irish child #Clearly all those folk tales whose only moral was “don’t climb on the strange horse” were lost on me. Technically not a horse though. So. H #Uh please don’t run into the bog with my on your back strange horse thing. #…This may be one of my worse ideas #On one hand moving away from what appears to be the only connection my world doesn’t sound like a great idea #Back through the door is logically the the best bet. However I’ve already explored the area #The only thing to do would be to just sit there for hours and that will get me nowhere. The things that do have leads like the walkie- #Sputtering are things to pay attention to but not things that are likely to change if I don’t move. The whistle is the newest thing- #And let’s be real I’ve been in the bramble for like 14 hours without the neurospicy meds I am teetering on dangerously antsy #Probably better to get on the horse before I come up with something more stupid #It’s interesting my world flora seems to surround the door. I wish I’d payed more attention before I stepped through #If the nearby flora on the other side seemed like it would come from this world it would suggest that the door just leaks between universes #In two ways. If it’s earths flora then it’s either only leaking one way which we could no from one step through #Or - which we will not know but should pay attention for if we step into some other world - if the earths flora shows up around EVERY porta #Which would suggest earth is the base in some way #It might be beneficial to climb a tree to try and see farther out #Though I don’t exactly get many opurtunited to haul myself up a tree so I would put to much stock in a)my upper body strength #And b) my ability to chose a tree that won’t kill me #It’s defintley worth taking in as much info as possible. I’ll try and notice things like different winds gravity tempature ect #What should i tag this all. Help I got lost in a blackberry bush? Anon who takes me to alternate planes of reality? #I know #Guys I got lost in a bush #That’s a good one. Nothing weird there at all. #FINE I’ll rage it “guys I got lost in a blackberry bush” #I wonder what makes things so familiar. Perhaps this world exists very closely to the other. Perhaps they’ve crossed paths before. #Perhaps they’ve shown up in our dreams. Perhaps I have bad memory and my brain gaslights itself into thinking everything’s familiar #I wonder maybe the horse is a horse/dog thing- that would explain the likeness to the dog whistle (?) #This can’t get any worse I say doing something that could very much make it worse #Eh what’s the worst that can happen. At least I don’t have to pay taxes in this world #Guys I got lost in a black berry bush

[elytrafemme]

friend just told me to take care throughout this week and i don't know what prompted this but i'm just. sits down. GOD. this is what cs was about!!! that's why i wrote the fucking fic!!! it's because i thought my life was over and then i fell in love with the world and the people in it over and over again!!! and it was the best thing that's ever happened to me!!! and i'm so, so glad that i can even give bits of that joy to other people. i'm going to do one last rb and sleep now but thank you all so much, i hope you guys have a nice night <333

#nightmare.personal #nightmare.cough-syrup #i love being alive so fucking much #there is no possible reality in which i could experience these exact same people in these exact same ways #and i don't want it anyway other than this. even with the pain even with everything #i want to live. and i want these people to live #and i'm really glad that after everything a lot of us still are