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kolyubov · 4 months

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sigma nsfw hcs

Sigma nsfw headcanons! + short scenario.

✧ pairing: Sigma x fem!reader

✧ word count: 1.4k

✧ contents: nsfw, creampie/unprotected sex, praising, brief manhandling, soft!dom sigma.

✧ author's note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG NONNIE 😣😣 I'm veryvery sorry, I'm kissing your forehead as an apology. btw, I'm very shy to post this idk wWHY if this is not the first time I'm writing nsfw lmao.

I'd say Sigma is soft!dom. He can be submissive if you want to, or when he's too tired after a long day of work and lets you take the lead as he lies on the bed, but he prefers to be the one worshiping you and making you feel good while his hands caress every inch of your body.

Definitely was a virgin before meeting you; that doesn't mean he doesn't know what sex is, he probably learned a few things about it and even masturbated before.

Sigma is sensitive— like, you sitting on his lap innocently usually gets him half hard. The feeling of your soft ass against his crotch awakens something in him, and he's a bit ashamed that he gets aroused easily but that's because he loves you so much and his body cannot help but react at your touch.

When he makes out with you, he usually gets too caught up and starts grinding against your body until either of you decides to pull away with flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.

Gets turned on by seeing you wearing his shirt and nothing else.

Sometimes he ties his hair up to eat you out because he knows he's going to be at least ten minutes licking your cunt even after you climax (He could keep going for longer but his jaw needs a break). Other times he's too desperate and forgets to put his hair in a bun or a ponytail and you have to hold his hair up for him.

Like I said in this, he likes creampies. Filling you up and seeing how both of your combined fluids slip out of your pussy gives him satisfaction.

He could probably just cum from hearing you call him a “good boy” or telling him that he's “doing so well” with a breathy voice as you ride him.

Making love should be comfortable for both of you; so he's not a big fan of quickies, let alone in risky places where someone could find you engaging in such activities. But, If he's too needy he'll accept you stroking him or sucking him off in his office or somewhere he's sure no one is going to catch you.

Secretly enjoys the hickeys he left on your neck or shoulders even if he denies it and apologizes to you with puppy eyes for it. Sigma knows that anyone who sees those purple or red hues in your skin is going to know that you belong to him.

Also secretly likes the idea of sitting on your lap and nuzzling against the crook of your neck as you wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking him and whispering against his ear until he cums all over your palm like a good boy.

Sigma loves you so much inside and out, but if he has to choose a favorite part of your body it'll be your breasts (no matter the size) and your waist. Under a sexual context or not, he likes kneading on those spots.

He doesn't like it rough, but when he's too desperate he'll unintentionally scratch your skin with his pretty lilac nails; could it be your hips, waist, ass, or thighs. Or he’ll force your head to take him deeper if you're sucking him off. (Apologies a lot after and feels bad)

He doesn’t have any favorite positions, as long as he's able to see the pleasure in your face, that's enough for him.

Whimpers and moans, no matter if he's sub or dom, but he bites his lip to hide them, although when he's close to cumming he'll be all loud without even realizing it.

After the sex ends, he likes to stay inside of you as his cock softens before actually pulling out, then he presses kisses all over your face and chest before helping you to stand to take a shower together… which could maybe lead to another round.

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“You're so pretty… My precious girl...” Sigma's hands grip your waist tighter, squeezing your skin as your hips bounce up and down his cock— skin slapping against skin. His head is thrown back against the headboard as pleasure curses his body; your warm walls feel like heaven even if he has already felt it multiple times before.

The room was filled with wet squelching noises and moans that neither of you noticed were escalating louder with each thrust— Luckily, the walls were thick enough so the sounds escaping from the two of you were not heard by other people.

Sigma nuzzles his face in your chest, white and lilac locks of hair tickle your skin as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his warm body and keeping you still with his cock buried inside you.

Both of you —now completely unmoving— were recovering your breaths, panting heavily.

As you run a hand through his hair, making him look up at you, Sigma’s cock twitches. Seeing such a gorgeous woman in front of him; hair messy, lipstick smudged that probably stained his lips as well, hickeys that decorate your neck, shoulders, and chest… How could he not feel like he was in heaven?

“Darling, could you please lie down?” He whispers with heavy breathing, pecking your chin before you slowly pull away from his arms to lie on the mattress.

Sigma smiles softly at the sight, his delicate fingers push away any lock of hair that's covering your pretty red face that he loves so much. Then, he places his hands on your knees, spreading your legs further before sliding his cock inside again, groaning at the tightness surrounding him.

His hips began moving slowly, choosing to admire how your face contoured in pleasure. Butterflies fluttered on his tummy when his eyes met with yours, looking at your pretty lips parted and your perfect breasts jiggling as his hips slammed against yours.

Sigma's heart was beating too fast, not only because of the pleasure of making love with you but also because of his adoration for you.

He notices the way your body squirms and the way your walls contract around his cock— he's good at memorizing things, and the reactions of your body are something he knows very well.

“Are you close, princess?” He asks, and you nod eagerly, wrapping your legs around his hips.

The hand that was on your breast moves to one of your hands, locking your fingers with his and brushing his fingertips over the back of your hand in a soothing way.

You felt loved by his sweet caresses and words— he was so sweet and delicate with you, despite sometimes getting too engrossed in the moment and leaving a couple of marks on your body, but that's just proof of his love for you, so you don't mind.

Sigma's forehead lies against your shoulder, and you can clearly hear his breathy whines as he nears his orgasm. His hand tightens around yours as his thrusts get faster until he eventually stops when the tip of his cock nudges your womb; spurts of white fluid paint your insides.

The moans and whine you let are music to his ears and he'll never get tired of hearing them, it's proof of how good he's making you feel.

“God… Oh my god…” He hisses out, lazily moving his hips back and forth, driving his orgasm longer until you tap his back for him to stop, too stimulated to continue.

Sigma is quick to cup your cheek and press slow and gentle kisses over your face, moving down to your neck and finishing at your chest. His lips tickle you, making you giggle and squirm.

“Hey…” You whine, looking down at his puppy eyes.

“What's wrong, angel?”

“Tickles.”

He snorts, pulling away and placing his hands on the mattress as support before slowly pulling out of you while biting his lower lip, and muffling a moan.

His hands carefully grab your waist, helping you to sit up on the messy bed that feels a little bit too comfortable right now— You want to just lie back and sleep with him in your arms.

“I'm too sleepy to take a shower now…”

Sigma chuckles, pecking your nose before scooping you and carrying you like a damsel in distress. Your protests fall on deaf ears.

“Don't worry, I’ll clean you while you sleep in the bathtub, how does that sound?”

A smile spreads across his face as you nuzzle against his neck and close your eyes— Your expression is so peaceful that he can feel his heartbeat slowing down just from seeing how peaceful you look right now.

Sigma will do anything for you. He loves you so much.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd fanfic #bsd smut #bsd sigma x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader #sigma bungou stray dogs #requests.ᐟ #sigma.zip #sinful thoughtsꨄ︎#sigma x y/n #sigma x you #nonnies♡#💫 — Messages from the stars ₊˚⊹⋆

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stitchpunk1 · 4 months

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YO GUESS WHOS HERE TO TALK ABOUT HAZBIN FANKID OCS BITCHES!

Yeah Ive been wanting to do this for a bit but been super fucking lazy. Got some other fandom ones too I wanna talk about but what with Hazbins first season ending wanna talk about mine with a few tweaks I've done plus one I forgot to add in the last one. I will put this one under spoilers sense the eps just came out and now I have to change shit around till season two for a few of them.

First I have Lucy(used to be Mara and cliche name I know but i like it). She is Charlie and Vaggies kid and named after her grandpa(who spoilers her fucking ROTTEN). Kinda got a design in my head for her that goes with a lamb/goat theme because she is half demon and half angel. Shes got charlies blond hair but more in Vaggies short style and its slightly curly. Shes also got the little hooves, sheep ears and eyes are that horizontal goat type. Like before she is still an absolute artist and loves doing bigger art installations around hell. She ends up dating Husks daughter Heather when they get older.

Second we have Isabella who is by blood Angel and Alastors daughter but her other dad is Husk and sister is Heather. Still got the same design for her that shes a bit more centaur deer like. Shes got the ears(and tail because I'm not giving that headcanon up) of Alastor but with Angels color scheme and fur and kinda a mix of spider claws/hooves(trying to picture her like head/hair in my mind has been a BITCH trying to not just think of it as a carbon copy of Angel). Recently she has become absolutely fucking unhinged as a child in discussions with Musekicker. She is 100% a cannibal and loves to take bites out of people out of pure curiosity of how they taste(leading to many many child leashes that she usually manages to chew her way out of). I like to think that she becomes popular on the hell version of tiktok with cottagecore vibes with a mix of her cannibalism. Dunno why but I like to think that if Alastor sheds his antlers she collects them and makes them into headbands she wears(also uses them to stab people).When older she ends up dating Moxxie and Millies daughter Mable.

Heather is just Huskys by blood and a one night stand but after becoming a couple with Angle and Alastor they become her parents too and Isabella her sister. Every time I think of her design all I can picture is something like Sawyer from Cats Dont Dance. Shes mostly white with a bit of her dads dark grey. Her face all around is just a pure resting bitch face even if she isnt mad or in a bad mood("its literally just my face" is something she has to say a lot). Her biggest secret is how much she LOVES to sing especially musicals and wants to be a stage performer but she thinks she could never make it. She does start to try out in school or any local theater productions thanks to Lucys encouragement. I like to think that after quitting Mammon that even Fizz sometimes does shows for fun and he kinda mentors her after seeing her talent.

Two more to go! Vea is Val and Voxs little accident that they just decide to keep around. She looks mostly like a moth demon but more bluish and sometimes has a little bit of electricity that goes between her antenna. Shes pretty powerful as she can sometimes match Voxs powers if he say fucks around and locks electronics or tv channels. She ends up not exactly running away from home but just kind of wandering away as her parents pay her little to no mind. She ends up at the hotel and kinda taken in by everyone after they learn her story. She ends up becoming the hotels electrician and is fucking terrified of Niffty.

Lastly is one I forgot on my last post who I am not sure what to do with her after the last episode. Her name is Pia and she is Pen and Arackniss kid. Body type she looks mostly like Niss with a little snake tail but she can go full naga like with extra arms/legs when she wants. She has a hood/hair like Pen and is insanely venomous(took me like ten tries to fucking spell that right) do to being half snake/spider. If Pen is in heaven whenever these kids are around she is raised by Niss who stays around the hotel more to take care of her/keep her from his father(who you know is a fucking prick). When he isnt around Angel takes care of his niece. Shes mostly quiet and keeps to herself but she loves weapons of all kinds, being an absolutely crack shot with most firearms.

#hazbin hotel spoilers #stitches ocs #vaggie #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #angel dust #alastor #husk #vox #valentino #sir pentious #arackniss

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inukag-archive · 6 months

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Inuvember 2023 Part 1

In honor of @inuvember InuKag Day, the Archive Mods have put together a 30 item InuKag recommendation list: one InuKag fic per prompt. Since this list is longer than our usual, we've split it into two parts. Enjoy!

Day 1 Inuyasha

I Hate That Fucking Well by @kstewdeux (M)

Post-manga. Inuyasha POV. Inuyasha's inner thoughts and monologues. Rated M for fucking language

Day 2 Kagome

Cinnamon Hearts by @fandomobsessions016 (M)

"So, you may be wondering, what’s this story about anyway? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s about how this queen, almost lost her crown, her throne, but worst of all… it’s about how this queen almost lost her king…

Hindsight, of course, has perfect vision, but at the time I did not. I was a girl becoming a woman who fought bitterly against change that was inevitable. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to see what was right in front of me.

What I wanted more than anything was to keep Inuyasha.

High school forced my eyes open, tested our “unshakable” bond and made me confront my biggest fear. All because…

I caught feelings for my best friend.

I like-liked my king."

Day 3 Sango

Forever Home by KittyKatz (M)

How long had he roamed the earth in a form that was not his? Beaten, dirty and caged, he finds one last bit of fortune when she comes to rescue him from this place. But his road to redemption will not be easy. And he will find, that no matter how the world has changed, his old enemy remains. And this time, they plan to destroy him once and for all.

Day 4 Miroku

Under the Northern Lights by @lostinfantasyworlds (E)

Kagome Higurashi has her dream job, working as a photographer for the internationally well-known Yugen magazine. Her career whisks her all around the world, leaving her feeling lonely sometimes but mostly just incredibly grateful to be doing what she loves. When she gets assigned to Alaska for a month to photograph a series of celestial events, she runs into Inuyasha, a half-demon who lives on his own in the middle of nowhere. A mutual attraction draws them to each other, but Kagome's time there is limited. Will giving in to their desire lead to love or heartbreak?

Day 5 Shippo

Oh, But You're Good To Me by @witchygirl99 (E)

It’s a terrible photo, really. The action figure takes up the entire bottom of the screen and part of both of their faces. Shippo’s giggling though, eyes shut and crinkled in his mirth while Inuyasha looks at him. His expression is clearly fond. It’s the softest Inuyasha has ever, ever seen himself.

This is fatherhood, he thinks a little wildly.

He sends the photo to Kagome.

Inuyasha is a single father. Shippo is his adopted son. Kagome isn't supposed to be in the picture, but somehow, she returns anyways. A story about family, love, and all of its obstacles.

Day 6 Sesshomaru

Whispers in the Wind by @ruddcatha (G)

It has been 500 years since Kagome jumped back down the well to be with Inuyasha. A messenger waits to see her family, and is joined by a surprising guest.

Day 7 Rin

My Life Before You by @len-barboza (E) -- based on a story by Mizune-mei

No English language summary provided. Inuyasha había vivido la mayoría de su vida huyendo, un huérfano medio demonio considerado por la gente una aberración, rechazado por demonios y por humanos, pero quien pensaría que esa era una mejor vida, al menos un propósito lo movía; sobrevivir, que sucede con un hanyo con una vida longeva, en completa soledad.

Day 8 Kikyou

Stolen Soul by Kimberly-A (T)

COMPLETE Kikyo uses a spell to exchange bodies with Kagome, leaving Kagome stuck in the dead shell and Kikyo comfortably human. In the aftermath, Inu-Yasha faces difficult choices. InuKag, not very Kikyo-friendly.

Day 9 Koga

A New Moon, A New Start by @pinestripes (T)

Kouga visits the village near the Sacred Tree. On this particular evening, he finds that a certain half-demon is more on edge than usual.

Day 10 Kagura

The Portal Between Worlds by @neutronstarship (E)

Ten years ago, a portal transported Inuyasha from the demon realm to the human realm. Now a half-demon alone in a world he doesn't understand, he will do anything to get home. When Onigumo brings him a book with all the answers, Inuyasha pushes aside his misgivings and works with the man. He just wants to get home, after all.

Kagome just wants to make an extra buck (and find demons), much to Kikyo’s chagrin. That is why she published Demons Among Us! after all. But strange things start happening when she puts the book online. As if people are using it to open the portals that it hypothesized… When Kagura and Sango join the fray, the stakes grow higher as they try to find the source of the portals.

When Inuyasha encounters Kagome, fate is not what it seems. Not one, but two realms are in danger for their survival. What happens when the final portal opens and an unknowable terror is unleashed? Can the Demon Hunters save the world?

Day 11 Naraku

You Rescued Me by @keizfanfiction (E)

Maybe it was fate that he decided to take the back way home that night, but whatever the reason, Inuyasha was grateful for arriving just in the nick of time to rescue a waif of a woman who had clearly been through hell. He never would have imagined that she would end up rescuing him, too.

Day 12 Band of Seven

Delicate by @akitokihojo (T)

To trust someone, to let them in, what an unsettling ordeal. Kagome is easy and safe, and Inuyasha is difficult and guarded. She can put him at ease with a smile, simultaneously setting him on edge. It was nothing until it was something, creating absolute chaos and uncertainty within the both of them.

Day 13 Jinenji/ Shiori

How Does Your Garden Grow? by @dawnrider (M)

An Ingary-esque AU: Kagome, the newest generation of caretakers of the Higurashi House, finally starts to feel like her garden and business is thriving with the help of her friend Jinenji. Their routine is thrown off by the arrival of an injured visitor who does not want to be found...

Day 14 Toga

Taisho School of Acting: A Quick Guide by @jeremymarsh (G)

“Excuse me, what?” Kagome looked at her best friend with eyes as big as saucers, lips parted, and her mind replaying what he had said a moment before – trying to find a sense but to no avail. “You heard me.” Inuyasha scowled, looking down, arms crossed and lips pouting, just like he did every time he didn’t like the topic at hand. The problem was he had started it this time. “Yeah, I did.” Kagome shook her head and inhaled deeply before she continued. “And that’s why I’m asking you to repeat yourself since I’m having problems believing that certain sentences left your mouth.” “I said,” Inuyasha started through clenched teeth, still not meeting her gaze, “come to my family Christmas dinner this Sunday.” He stopped, ran a hand through his silver mane, closed his eyes, murmured something unintelligible and then added: “As my girlfriend.”

Where Inuyasha tries to fool his parents and miserably fails.

Day 15 Izayoi

The Silence of Daisies by Fierywenchxo (T)

Inuyasha shares with Kagome one of the biggest secrets he's ever kept. One-shot.

READ PART (2) HERE

#inukag archive #inukag fanfic #inuvember #long post #inuyasha fandom

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utilitycaster · 6 months

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Hey! Because I have seen various, various, various takes on Ashton’s actions in ep77– both on twitter (whew) and on here— and I am loving all of the different perspectives on it, I was wondering what your opinion was on the take that Ashton may have manipulated Fearne in the conversation they both had right before absorbing the shard.

Personally, I feel like it may be a bit more complicated than that, but I still don’t know.

Hey!

I think this post I made sums it up. It's not. Ashton tells Fearne precisely what they intend to do. He then does it. Fearne has the opportunity to refuse this request, or to tell the rest of Bells Hells, and she chooses not to. Yes, he compliments her and tells her that he trusts her to do the right thing when most wouldn't. Laudna asks Imogen to kill her if Delilah takes over in virtually the same exact language earlier than episode, and I don't think that's manipulative either:

Laudna to Imogen: And if anything happens and I become her little puppet, I trust you to make the right choice. (Implication this is a request for a mercy killing in the context of Delilah and Laudna's lives being inseparable; is understood as such by Imogen as demonstrated from her response and her later scene in the temple)

Ashton to Fearne: Things are going to happen, and I trust you to help me make the right decision, and I hope you trust me to help make the right decision.

The fact one is being brought up and not the other really points out that the Twitter talks out their collective ass ten times more often than they do their collective mouth; and the fact that they cannot distinguish "put Fearne in a somewhat uncomfortable position" from manipulation really points out that touching grass is not enough; they need to develop meaningful relationships with a wide variety of people in the real world.

Going along with a friend's stupid-ass decision that they encouraged you to join in and immediately regretting it is not, in fact, manipulation; it's your friend at most being kind of a dick and you exercising your agency to make your own stupid-ass decisions. It would have been wiser and nicer of Ashton to ask the party who wanted to take the shard, sure, but Fearne actively agrees with them that they should get it, and Ashton is not really defined by wisdom and being nice, and also, the above would be way more boring.

I don't want to go into this because it's a massive out-of-scope rant not limited to this particular situation, and I'd like to drag my sleep schedule back into a reasonable place tonight, but I think a lot of the more rancid discourse, whatever it may be but especially about interpersonal relationships between characters, arises for the following reasons, and I have little patience for any of them.

Thinking the only way to be a Good Person is to use 2023-approved therapy speak (and, frankly, frequently 2023 Rando on Tiktok claiming expertise who is actually a freshman psych students with no friends and a D average approved "therapy speak")

Relatedly, an all-consuming fear of any conflict, fictional, real, or otherwise, and the accompanying lack of any conflict resolution skills; this is also why they think this is manipulative, because if Fearne said no, that would be Conflict which is bad so positioning someone where conflict might be required for them to express themselves must be evil.

The genuine belief that you can only understand someone if you get everything right on the first try; either you read their mind perfectly or you have failed and are probably a manipulator or abuser for potentially leading to misunderstandings which lead to conflict which, as we see from the above point, is evil.

A refusal to admit that sometimes people are merely 1. assholes or 2. stupid. I frequently talk about opinions I cannot stand, and I almost as frequently get questions about how this opinion is problematic, and the vast majority of the time? It's not. I think it says something quite worrying, actually, that people are more comfortable and even eager to assume that a stranger is hateful or bigoted rather than merely inconsiderate or not that bright. Ashton made a poorly informed decision and made Fearne party to it. It was dumb and it wasn't really nice. That's literally it.

Anyway here's the five geek social fallacies; I recommend reading any Twitter Take(TM) and deciding how many of them they are applying to the narrative, cast, and fandom. See if you can get a full house.

(also upon re-reading this I'm pretty brusque and I promise it's not directed at you; I just genuinely think that the majority of the Twitter fandom, and certainly the loudest voices thereof, are so stupid a Detect Thoughts spell on them would fail on the basis of intelligence alone and the fact that their takes gain traction baffles and infuriates me)

#answered #dizegamble #critical role spoilers #cr tag

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pawnshopbleus · 11 months

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Put Me in a Movie - Chapter One

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary - You’re a famous actress and he’s one of the greatest directors of all time. What happens when you get cast in his new movie?

“In entertainment news, director Miguel O’Hara and actress Jessica Drew have officially divorced after ten years of marriage,” the blonde news reporter said. You’d heard through the grapevine that Miguel and Jessica were calling it quits a while ago. People in Hollywood like to gossip. Apparently, she was caught having an affair with the pool boy.

You get up from the couch and make your way outside. It was a nice and sunny day in Hollywood. Living in the Hollywood Hills meant one of two things: you were rich or you were famous. You? Well, you were both and you deserved every single ounce of it. You worked your ass off to get where you were today. From working in a record store in order to meet ends meet to working on movie sets.

You’ve done it all. Commercials, television, and movies. Movies were your favorite though. There was something so magical about seeing months of filming getting cut into two hours or less. You had major respect for everyone that worked on the set from craft services to the producers. You just loved the movie magic and getting to work in the industry was a dream.

You’ve been out of work for about two months, deciding to take a short break before auditioning again. You’d make appearances here and there to keep yourself relevant in the meantime. Your publicist kept your Instagram up and running and sometimes you would pop in and post a selfie to seem relatable to your fans.

Your last project was a flop. Apparently not a lot of people like Western films all that much. It wouldn’t tank your career though, too many people knew you were too good of an actress for that. Speaking of, your phone began to ring in the pocket of your pants. Your agent, Stacy Walsh, was calling you.

“Hi, Stacy. What can I do for you?” you asked. You didn’t know why she was calling you. You haven’t auditioned for anything new.

“I’ve got a part for you. It’s yours if you want it and it’s pretty good.” Stacy sounded like she was practically jumping with excitement as she spoke.

“I’m listening.” “Miguel O’Hara wants you to be the lead in his next film. I know you said you wanted to take a break since the last film was a big flop, but I really think this could take you to the next level. Please tell me you’ll take it.” Miguel O’Hara wanted you to be the lead in his next film! Miguel is one of the most influential filmmakers of all time! Every single film he’s ever made has grossed over one billion dollars worldwide. Not only that, but every actor that’s worked with him has come out not only as a better performer but also a better person. There is no way that you would let this opportunity pass.

“He wants me to be the lead? But I didn’t even audition or anything. How the hell does he even know who I am?” “Thatiana,” you could hear Stacy sigh over the phone, “You are one of the greatest actresses I’ve ever worked with. You’ve been in plenty of great films and directors like watching movies for inspiration. Maybe he saw you in something and thought you were perfect for the role. Please tell me you’ll take this role.” “Yes. Tell him I said yes,” you said.

Stacy celebrated over the phone and told you that you were awesome. The two of your bid farewell and hung up the phone. You took this role without asking enough questions. Were you going to get paid? What was the genre of the film? Who were your co-stars? There were so many unanswered questions that you had, but none of them were as important as this one. What was Miguel O’Hara actually like?

Chapter Two

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #across the spider-verse spoilers #miguel o'hara x female reader #fan fiction #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader

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igotanidea · 2 years

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Just an apple... <?> - a Sandman fanfiction

I dedicate this to @wickedly-grim who inspired the story by this post:

Can anyone do a fic or a fanart of a clueless reader tossing/handing Morpheus an apple and then Dream automatically thinking they are engaged now so he’s way more touchy and friendly with them (due to the fact that he thinks they are in a relationship now). All while the reader has no clue about anything, and is wondering why (maybe her boss) the scary king of nightmares is being kind and touchy with her?

If anyone doesn’t know, giving an apple to someone is basically a marriage proposal in Greece.

JUST AN APPLE

Ok. Let’s make thing crystal clear. Being human is hard. Being human who’s familiar with some supernatural power beings (yes, I mean the Endless) is ten times harder. Imagine riding the biggest rollercoaster in the theme park. And then add to it riding it after eating a really big dinner. It’s the greatest recipe for catastrophe. Or at least gastric catarrh. I mean, if you think about it – these being are eternal. They existed long before human race and will be around after any other living thing become extinct. They are powerful, knowledgeable, teasing and have undeniable effect on the human world. But then, it seems like it works the other way round too. No matter how smart the Endless may be one second, they are completely oblivious to customs and habits of people. And that can sometimes lead to some unexpected situations. Serious situations.

I’ve been around the Endless for quite a while now. No matter how crazy that may sound my best friend of them was actually Death herself. From the outside we must have seemed like an unusual besties but it worked quite well. I was rather quiet and observant with a bit of a snarky and sarcastic attitude while she was more of a motherly approach and love-for-live vibes. I suppose I was just telling myself we were complementary to one another. Then one day I get to meet her brother, Dream. Oh, god, what a meeting that was. At the time being I had a job as a waitress and their appearance out of nowhere almost caused me to drop the tray with the dishes.

-What are u doing here? – I hissed as I spotted not one, but two of the Endless just casually sitting at the table.

-Just having fun, y/n – Death flashed me one of her widest smile.

-Fun? – I raised my eyebrow – you surely do, but your friend here seems like he is about to get crucified.

-He’s not my friend, he’s my brother Don’t mind his broody attitude, he’s going through a lot of things.

-Ok, well, ok. Nice to meet you….? What was your name again? Or more like what do you represent.

-I’m Dream of the Endless.

-His true name is Morpheus – his sister added – you can call him that.

-Under no circumstances ….

-Pleasure, Morpheus– I nodded and reached my hand towards him. For a second he was eyeing it with no intention of shaking so I just put it away awkwardly – right, is there anything I can get you two? We got delicious peas soup as a main course today.

-What is the purpose ….. – Dream started, lips pouted, still grumpy, but Death cut him off.

-We’d like that very much, thank you, y/n – she smiled again. As I left them to collect the order I was able to hear muted conversation.

-Behave Dream, be nice. She’s my friend and a really nice person to be honest. Besides, you are supposed to taste a bit of humanity to understand it better, so stop brooding.

-I am not brooding.

-Oh, come on, brother, you are scaring everyone here. Look around – she waved her hand and as a matter of fact all of the guest in the restaurant seemed a bit intimidated by Dream’s presence.

-They should be scared. I am the one who can give them nightmares after all. And trust me, some of them truly deserve them.

-Dream! – Death clipped him round the ear gently and got a sad and confused look in return – just observe. See how they enjoy their time together, please, for God’s sake just try to do the same.

-Here’s your soup. Enjoy it – I smiled returning and serving them their dishes.

-Thank you, y/n. This looks delicious. Dream? Is there something you’d like to say to our friend.

-She’s not … - he started but a cold glare from his sister made him change the sentence – thank you, I guess.

That was a year ago. Even since I was trying my best to warm Dream up to human race and show him that we are actually not that bad. Not of my own volition, but only because Death asked me too. She was worried about her sibling becoming some sort of eremite, detached from everyone and everything, denying any positive feelings that came his way. I couldn’t say no to her. So, I was balancing my job, crumbles of my social life and a relation with some certain Endless. If you can call it like that.

-Why are you always like that? – I asked him one day while we were walking in the park.

-Like what?

-Distant. Cold. Black – I hesitated pointing towards his coat.

-Why should I be anything else?

-Because you are dream. Aren’t they supposed to be more vibrant? Emotional? Lively? What’s with the sad attire?

-I’d rather not speak about it.

-Of course not – I sighed. – But fine, let’s not talk. How about we get some ice cream instead.

-Ice cream? – he was dumbfounded

-Yes. Come on – I grabbed his hand and draw him towards the ice cream stall. I only stopped when I reached it, and then noticed the inexplicable expression on his face.

-Dream? Are you all right?

-You touched my hand.

-I guess I did….?

-Why?

-Why? – I repeated not quite understanding what he meant by that – Oh, you’re seriously asking me that. Well, I suppose I was just trying to … make you move?

-And taking my hand was necessary for that?

-I… - God, he was really hard to be around sometimes. – I guess not. I’m sorry.

-Don’t ever do this again. It’s courtesy enough that I tolerate you and your presence.

-I’m sorry? – his simple sentence stroke a nerve in me. – tolerate my presence? Believe me if it wasn’t for the promise I made to Death….. – I shook my head – unbelievable – it’s not like I kissed you or something – Dream eyed me when I said that – whatever. Can we just get those damn ice cream and move on with our lives?

-I would accept that offer.

So, yeah, it was that kind of relation. We would meet every week to introduce Dream to every other human attraction. Sometimes it was something simple, like hiking sometimes something more complex (in Dream’s own words) like a visit to the cinema (which only happened once as we were kicked out of the movie theater). However, he was still pretty hesitant when it came to forming a bond. I felt him warm up a little but it was taking him literal ages. After all, what is time if you are an eternal being? Sometimes, if she was not busy, Death would join us. And since she was a foodie those meetings usually took places in my restaurant. Ironically, the place where me and Morpheus met.

-What can I get you today, my friends? – I asked and pretended like I didn’t notice Dream shudder at the words

-Surprise us, y/n. I’d like something new. And Dream will take the same thing as I.

-I am fully capable of deciding for myself.

-So what can I get you then, Dream? – I turned towards him

-I… I will get whatever my sister gets- he looked down almost shyly.

-Delightful. I got something special coming for you two right away.

If only I knew what kind of situation I would get myself involved in… I suspected nothing when I gave the Endless apple dessert. It was a hollowed-out fruit filled with creamy and a bit sour stuffing.

-Bon appetite – I obliviously smiled but it quickly faded away as I saw Dream’s face. – Is something wrong?

Death was quick to catch up on the situation but obviously she said nothing just sitting there trying to suppress her laugh.

-Is that really what you’re giving me?

-Yeah, you said you wanted whatever your sister takes. Don’t you like it? I can take it back if…

-No. Thank you. I understand the message.

-What message? – I was confused beyond recognition but decided to let it go since it was Dream. – You know what, I don’t want to know. Enjoy your meal.

-Did she really just… ? – Morpheus asked his sister when the girl was out of sight.

-I know nothing. I do not interfere in your affairs dear brother. You go and figure this out on yourself – she answered with her mouth full with the dessert.

To say the next couple of day were crazy would be a serious understatement. Dream, who was unapproachable for the past year suddenly became more touchy. Wherever we were going he found every possible excuse to brush his hand against mine or stand closer than usual or even trying to grab my waist when we were walking. Not that I was complaining but that was highly confusing. One day when we were sitting on the bench he awkwardly moved so our thighs were touching and that was the breaking point.

-What the hell, Dream? – I jumped from the bench – what do you think you’re doing?

-I don’t understand what you mean, y/n.

-You’ve been acting bizzare for the last week. All that touchy-feely? All the affection? This is not you. I would risk saying you’re making fun out of me, but again… it’s you, so what is this about?

-Is this not how I should behave?

-Should behave? Why?

-We are betrothed now, so the situation would require a bit of closeness.

-Come again? We are what?

-Betrothed.

-Where on Earth did you get that idea?!

-From you.

-Dream, I swear to God, elaborate on your sentences or I’m going to explode – I was rubbing my forehead in pure frustration.

-You gave me an apple and I accepted.

-I gave you…. Oh my god, do not tell me I got myself in some sort of Persephone situation here.

-In Greece giving one an apple means a proposal.

-IT MAY HAVE SUCH MEANING IN SOME ANCIENT TIMES! – I yelled but quickly calmed myself after receiving some damning look from the pedestrians. – Damn it, Dream. I don’t know what century you’re living in, but I;m definitely a XXI century girl. No fruit, vegetable or plant means engagement here. Do you understand me?

-But…

-Do. You Understand. Me? – I grabbed his coat and looked him straight into the eyes. – Do you?

-I do. Now, you might want to let go of my cloak – here it is again.

-Great. I missed your warning tone. We are not and will never be engaged. Betrothed, if you like. But I got to admit that was a great development. Last Monday you wouldn’t even say we were friends and now this. However irrational it seems, I’m proud of you, Morpheus. You are growing.

-Maybe you are the reason of it – he smirked and for the first time it actually made me blush. Perhaps there was something new coming for this relation after all.

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Sing My Crush: Men Need to Be Angry Sometimes

Now that episodes 5 and 6 of Sing My Crush have aired, I finally feel like I have the confidence and timing to write this post. I’m not sure how many men are in Tumblr BL fandom watching and writing along with us, but it often feels like there’s less than ten of us. As such, there are times when these guys express intense emotions that the (femme) fandom at large seems to struggle with that make perfect sense for me, particularly when it comes to anger.

The most notable recent example of my breaking with fandom reactions happened with Episode 10 of La Pluie with Phat’s explosion in the rain confrontation and aftermath. I thought that Phat’s betrayal and hurt came through loudly, and I totally understood him finally losing his cool after being dicked around by Saengtai for multiple years. Others struggled with this and turned on Phat. Today, I want to talk about Han Baram and Im Hantae and Hantae’s choice to take Baram to a boxing gym to vent out his frustrations.

Quite a bit happens in this episode in terms of the broad spectrum of male feeling. With Sangin, you get his need for control and power. He is cruel in every interaction and physically throws Baram into a wall to yell in his face.

He derides Hantae and diminishes the support he’s given Baram for years.

With Jeong Pal, we get him crying and despondent over Baram’s decision to leave them. He is allowed to be upset, and all Hantae asks is that they try to trust Baram.

Baram is so sad for me because he’s always holding so much of his feelings inside. I love Baram’s confession to Hantae in this episode because it feels not too dissimilar to the first love song he wrote: Letter of Apology. He feels like his feelings are a burden to others and that he is inconveniencing them. He doesn’t even wait around to let Hantae process what’s going on, like many of his K-BL brethren recently (Looking at you Our Dating Sim and Individual Circumstances!).

Finally, we get to In Hamtae. After all the awful things that have gone down this episode, he is so gentle with Han Baram before taking him to the boxing gym.

He leads him by the hand to a seat and gently wraps his hands for him even as you can see he’s still pissed with Han Baram the whole time. He even takes a moment to laugh and call Baram cute while putting on the headgear.

Once they finally get to the boxing ring, he gives Baram a literal shove to get his emotions out so he can finally vent his frustrations. He tells Baram to envision his right hand and Jin Sangin and his left hand as Im Hantae. He sees the uncertainty in Baram’s eyes, and reassures him that he envisions punching Baram’s face all the time and to not overthink it. He cheers Baram on as he finally starts to punch with force. We even get to hear Baram’s exertions as he’s finally letting out his feelings.

Y’all, when I tell you I started to cry so hard as Baram finally got to audibly express some of his frustrations. He needed to be mad. He deserved to be mad. What Sangin did to him was cruel. He ruined Baram’s first confession. He made him feel weird and undesirable. He later stole his goddamned song from him. He threatened him if Baram tried to fight back in any way. Baram needed to express that anger. It isn’t always going to be pretty, and I love that Im Hantae gave him a space to do that.

Still, we’re not done. Im Hantae makes them switch places, and he’s practiced at this. He says all of the feelings that are on his mind:

If you go to Highcode Entertainment, what about our band?

What about our dream?

What about me?

You’re so bad. How could you have confessed in that way?

That’s why you got dumped.

Then he throws the gloves at Han Baram, who asks such a heartbreaking question: “Why is it so tiring to like someone? What did I do wrong?” Im Hantae hugs him, and Han Baram is finally starting to push back on how others make him feel when he chides Hantae for how hard he hit him. Hantae assures him that he did nothing wrong and the two of them end up resting on the floor of the gym together in a shot that definitely came from the source material.

I just absolutely love that the final scenes of this episode are about how righteous it is for Baram and Hantae to be angry and upset about the things that have happened, including the things they might have done to each other. Men feel the full gamut of emotions, and anger is one of those. Sometimes that anger comes out explosively, and often it’s ugly. It is so important to me that we earnestly engage with men’s anger in a genre about close, personal relationships. We often get angry on behalf of characters that are being done wrong, and I think it’s so important that we interrogate the kinds of anger we allow characters to express in our shows.

With these two, there’s something so special about the tenderness Hantae showed Baram before, during, and after the boxing sequence to make sure Baram finally let out his own frustrations and hurt.

#Ben writes #sing my crush #korean bl #bl series

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genuine question: how do you stand the loneliness? i'm in my mid 20s and ive never been loved in a way that didnt hurt. i dont want to have to run after ppl begging for the smallest scrap of affection anymore but i keep turning up ppl who, even though they are interested in me and seem generally decent, arent ready to lower their walls and let me in, so its either that or nothing, and im so fucking lonely. i try to bury myself in work and going out as much as i can, but sometimes it hits me, and i dont know how to stand it anymore. i just want to be able to be kind to someone and treat them with all the love and affection i have, and not have to guard myself at the same time or be afraid of them or feel like i can never be sure with them. i think you've been lonely like that for a long time, too, and i dont have anyone who understands. i know the only advice you can give is probably "endure and continue to have self respect", but i dont know how to do that without also becoming small, and sad, and worn out from all the loneliness. if there's anything you can think of that helped you get through it, please tell me--i dont want to burden or overwhelm you, but i dont know what to do anymore, and like i said, you seem like you've survived a couple of those sorts of droughts and i dont have anyone else to talk to about this

so on those first few early dates with c when she was either driving an hour up north or I was taking the bus two hours down to see her, I was so rattled by the experience of building intimacy with someone else that I couldn’t really think of what we ought to do with each other on our dates. In the end I decided: we would just do what I ordinarily did to build intimacy with myself, which meant taking lots of long walks all over residential seattle. and I’d been living there for over ten years at that point, getting around either by walking or by bus. before that I’d lived in the sticks. before that I’d lived in the part of the sticks that wasn’t connected to the power grid. my earliest memories are long lonely walks. long lonely walks were my primary coping mechanism for debilitating post traumatic stress and survivor’s guilt. and with c it was wild because. it was exactly like going on these walks with myself, only I was more of myself and these walks were more of what they were. what’s more the internal map of the city I had built in my feet over a decade was suddenly of use. all of the time and neurons I had put into building it were relevant to the present situation.

i packed a backpack once. water and a cheeseboard with a little cheese knife and a can of prosecco and a can of kirin for c and lots of little cheeses and salamis and fruits and veggies and chocolate almonds. And I took c on a long meandering walk that I knew from memory; fremont to the crown hill cemetery to the stairs leading down to golden gardens to the beach at sunset. all places I’d been by myself and taken my friends to before. places I’d taken myself to after packing myself a snack and bringing my journal and quite literally staring across the water at a home that would kill me if I ever returned to it. all that time mattered. the time I had spent in that place making those friendships and mourning that life and building that intimacy with myself and the city mattered.

All the years before— giving, giving, gifts to those who could not care, would not give back. How well we made a feast together. Those years of waste were over.

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genuine question, in the kindest way possible: why do you like south park? i truly don’t get what the appeal is, especially in a sense of wanting to make fan content for it. i understand that it can be funny to watch sometimes, and i get when people like it casually, but i am continually confused when i see people making fan art and fanfics and intense in depth meta posts about characters and characterization because it’s like. a joke show? it’s all a joke. it’s all satire and inappropriate/sometimes genuinely over the line humor. i don’t understand why there are so many people who seem to resonate with it in such a way, especially because as far as i can tell most of the fandom seems to be very young people - teenagers and young adults. again, i don’t ask this in a mean spirited way or to judge or shame, i just am genuinely baffled every time i see south park content you share and i wanted to ask… what’s up with that? what’s the appeal, for you? why do you think people are so into it in this fandom way? do you think that the fandom is just very divorced from the content itself?

Oooo thank you so much lovely follower. This is an amazing ask. And if you’d want the answer I’ll give!!! And there’s a TL;DR at the end of this :>

Why do (you) so many people like South Park?

(C.W. for south park typical stuff, mentions of abuse and s/a in many forms and serious topics.)

1. What’s the appeal for you?

I got into the South Park fandom at the age of probably ten or so. Eight years ago. How did I get into it? Uhhhh I watched the series rarely as a younger kid. What made me want to get into fandom? To tell the truth it was Stick of Truth. That was South Park’s first video game where you are put into the town and play along side the kid. South Park was the first fictional series I ever got into. Before that I had been a youtube shipper (Septiplier). And then I saw South Park. To be fair, I saw Kenny. Early memories of South Park is fanfiction and pinterest art and playing hours on hours of Stick of Truth, and later the next game.

What did I see in Kenny McCormick? He was a poor kid, who died everyday, with parents who fought physically and verbally. He was the fourth wheel in a best friends/obsession dynamic of his close friends. Pretend this isn’t a comedy. Pretend this isn’t some silly show. It’s a boy who can barely have enough money to eat. He had a younger sister he was willing to sacrifice anything for. And an older brother who never said much without a slur to his words. Without saying too much about my life on main I had a lot of reasons to identify with that. This is a house that many people can identify with, drunks as parents and kids who have to take care of themselves. On top of this he’s Princess Kenny :) Get’s treated as a girl in a roleplaying context and loves it. She’s a great princess. My interest in Kenny then went to Bunny (Ship of Kenny McCormick and Butters Stotch).

What is there to see in Butters Stotch? He’s a boy being dragged into sexist, racist, and homophobic talk. We quite literally throughout the series see him become more and more mean. How does a nine year old boy get dragged through those things? His parents are incredibly abusive, often grounding him for things he didn’t do and finding any excuse to blame anything for. He believes he’s at fault for everything he’s in trouble for. The only friend he eventually gains is a boy who uses him for schemes and tried to kill him at least once. The other person he considers to be a friend doesn’t speak or lead. He finds someone who sticks with him and isn’t a hypocrite and sticks to him no matter the pain he’s put through. He also want made for conflict and enjoys femininity. This will be talked more about later, but I assume you can make some assumptions as to why a ten year old could like the stuff shown here. Then again the next list will be why I like it as well. But Kenny and Butters were my start. They’re on of the most popular ships in fandom. So there’s a lot of content.

2. Why is this a popular fandom?

It’s like. Have you ever been neurodivergent? Have you ever been gay? Have you ever been trans? Have you ever been abused? Have you grown up in a simple U.S. town?Have you ever accidentally become codepdent to your childhood friend as a child? Have you ever been born into a situation that hurts you for years but you’re a child you don’t know what to do? Have you ever been a child and all the adults are so stupid and they’re supposed to be protecting you?

Have you ever been all of those things or some of those things and wondered. Holy Fuck. How am I going to handle this all? I hope I don’t need to explain how or why some people would feel these things and how they would use South Park to express these feelings. (Relatability.)

(Age.) A big criticism I’ve heard is. Oh no. They’re Ageing Up These Characters To Have Sex. It’s a very weird assumption and very strange to assume that people would only care about themes of childhood, being a son, or growing up if it’s about sex. Aging up the characters often has to do with wanting to give them maturity and time to learn. You have access to kids still forming their brains, you have access to 50 year old adults who are still growing and dealing with their current problems. High schoolers going to teen parties for the first time and drinking and smoking. College kids going to parties for the first time drinking and smoking making steps to join their profession and figuring out what they want from live and having the freedom of life or being trapped by family expectations.

Infinite scenarios. The amazing thing about South Park is you have at least ten characters to make whatever drama you want with at a time. You can make an ensemble piece of friend groups full of years of love and hate or a focus on one characters inner turmoil. You can make them into fucked up adults with complicated feelings, a gay man who’s never accepted himself sees his childhood best friend and Understands. The kid being drugged secretly by his parents dies of overdose and now everyone has to deal with that and the feelings towards the person. It’s winter and there’s too many holes in kenny’s house so he asks to stay over at someone else’s by knocking on a window and sneaking in. On top of this for many seasons one of South Park’s things is they would make fun of specific movie concepts that have been run into the ground by putting the kids in it. Losing Edge, Stanley’s Cup, and Up the Down Steroid are great examples of this.

People love to take the absurd seriously. I don’t think I can explain how people who see something silly and take it seriously do it. If you don’t see the appeal that’s really fair. But when Kenny Dies plays and we see Kyle Stan and Eric deal with death in their own ways. We see their differences highlighted. As we watch The Passion of the Jew we see this internalized anti antisemitism, that many people who have the same thing or something similar like internalized racism, homophobia, transphobia, ablism, etc. see reflected on the screen in this surprisingly real way.

A lot of content. There are 26 years of seasons in this show. That’s a lot of content, but genuinely a lot of people don’t watch even half that shit. Majority of the time I’ve spent being invested in South Park I had only seen a few dozen episodes. There are two full videos games with extra content and a phone game. A movie as well. A lot of content you can pick and choose from! A lot of small moments to hang on to. (I.e. Good Times With Weapons Butters get his eye hurt, fandom draws him with a scar more often then not. Eric got Kenny’s eye as a transplant after Kenny died one time. Kyle is said to have the same nose as his mom; hooked.) these build the fandom, but everyone has always embraced those who reject and those who accept canon. There’s so many different things to sink ur teeth into, including serious AU’s of the canonical fantasy and superhero games the characters play together.

But once again I’ll harp on this. I think what brings people to this show is seeing damaged things and giving them the chance to heal. Or giving them things to make their damage a bit easier. Or maybe damaging them more. Standard exploring relationships and feelings. But on top of this we see character who have been sexually assaulted, groomed, abused, neglected. While also the show gives very liberal takes and knows how fucked up these situations are. That’s apart of the comedy (Tsst. Where we see Liane Cartman take away the chance for Eric Cartman to become more respectable and less bigoted and everything because she wants someone to hang out with her.). There’s always something enthralling about seeing yourself on the big screen, and seeing my friends right there too etc. (Relatability, again.)

Simple designs. A child could make the cardboard cutouts that we see the characters as. That’s motivating! What’s also motivating? Giving these characters with specific color schemes a full face body and wardrobe of clothes ! Oh so that means I can make my favorite superhero team Coon and Friends all hanging out together? So that means I can draw something about Kenny dying? So I can make them play dsi’s together? There’s a lot of one off concepts we get that are very cool and some people love to reimagine them in their own style. Others love to make the setting more fantastical like Princess Kenny in the rose garden during the Black Friday Trilogy. You can make them anything!

Sand box! We have set up friend groups, conflicts from twenty years ago, and a mayor of the township! We have the entire map laid out in front of us and more from every episode’s location that hasn’t been included. We have the local coffee shop and the local movie theater. We have a whole city! We have canonical neighbors and stores and everything! Where would you like to start? We have it all.

Taking things “Seriously��. Most importantly, South Park wants to be take seriously. SP doesn’t work without being able to take it seriously. The comedy in Passion of the Jew doesn’t work unless you sympathize with Kyle. I laughed at the obliviousness of the adults as Cartman formed his group and then a pit grew in my stomach as I saw Kyle and them about to crash. The comedy in World Wide Record Concert doesn’t work if you don’t know that Mr Garrison feels bad for a very dumb reason !!!! But that episode is genuinely one of the funniest to me. South Park did not make it a character trait that Mr Garrison is gay for all those early seasons just for us to not notice. And more importantly he feels like a very very ignorant gay man in those seasons, but he feels genuinely gay. As Kenny Dies it asks you to take this seriously, and we watch in Coon Vs. Coon & Friends and are asked for it to be taken seriously as Kenny describes the many deaths he’s faced. This show quickly shows how absurdist and crazy it is in most if not all episodes it has yet it still cares to ask you to take things seriously, to sympathize, empathize with these characters. It tells you to laugh at Kenny’s deaths and then it has the audacity to tell you he remembers Every Single One and is reborn every time, and that Cartman always knows and they never talk about it. They never mention it more then once. They lull us into personal moments and then never bring it up again. The fandom is built around these one off moments, these things the creators didn’t think too much about. These characters have such strong personalities and back bones that have existed for YEARS. Stuff set up and shown in the first five seasons makes sense to the characters of today. The character consistency goes rlly hard for a 25 year old show that only stops itself for exploring character because they know they’re there to be funny and not serious. It’s crazy and amazing and we want the serious shit!

History. South Park history is crazy, what’s ever crazier? Fandom history. The shows history doesn’t matter too much (except that time Matt and Trey went to The Oscars for sp while on LSD) but the fandom history is legendary. The development of fandom, the fandom blorbo of the time, the Stan and Wendy baby guy. It’s really neat. We have a steep history with artists that have come and gone in a very unique way because of how tumblr’s algorithm is set up. South Park’s fandom existed before most popular social media sites. And while this allows you to put the character in Any decade it also lets you see how old some of those ff.net fics are. The fanart on tumblr can easily be a decade old if you look at the right blog. A deactivated user behind it. Ships that have come and gone, we’ve been here this whole time !!!! I love hearing about different sites issues and problems. And also the beloved stuff that has happened here. Some people weren’t here before Creek was canon, some people came in with a canonical gay couple amongst the kids as just an average background thing.

So those are some reasons. The most important ones that I think most south park fan in the fandom. will list at least one of when being asked Why. I value all of these things heavily. You also meet some really great people with mostly solid opinions ! It’s great ! Genuinely a really understanding and accepting place with unique stories from anyone you meet.

3. Do you think that the fandom is divorced from the canonical content?

Off the rip I would say no. But it’s complicated. To those who have seen all or most of the show I’d say; We’re pretty connected. I think the majority of us are just smart enough to understand that Cartman is a bad person on purpose. A lot of this has to do with he’s something the creators use. He’s an archetype of the worst person and is the only character imo that gets pulled ooc in order to do What The Plot Needs. But majority of the fandom is gonna give Kyle curly hair, green eyes and he’ll love to study with some side sports interest. We have a lot of continuity in many ways.

That being said there’s MANY people who have seen Five episodes and read the wiki and maybe play the game(s?). And they treat the show the same as those who have seen it more. Those who have not seen the show might be a bit more outspoken about how it’s Bad or Wrong when they haven’t seen it and I usually don’t trust those people. Hence why I’m watching the entire show rn on my own, to get my own opinion. Those people who haven’t seen shit are also probably connected mainly to a duo or one character. Popular examples of this are Creek (Craig x Tweek) and Bunny (Kenny x Butters). There’s non watchers in the Style (Stan Marsh x Kyle Broflovski) and Kyman (Cartman x Kyle) community but less so from what I’ve seen.

But we’re looking at this show in a different genre. Many of us act like we’re creating CW Shows except Better. Many of us lean into drama and tragedy. Others are in it for the sillies. Majority of people know what’s bad in this show, some people are sometimes so hurt or misguided that they think Cartman is the only evil and never want to see him. Other times ppl are just uncomfortable with him (Like I’ve spent the majority of my time here being). There’s a scale! I think it’s important to realize what is wrong with the show in your own way, and I think the show gets demonized for its effects on main stream media and boys who couldn’t grow a spine for themselves so took Cartman’s personality. It’s pretty apparent that Matt and Trey are very liberal they just thought “making fun” of everyone “equally” was right which got some bad apples. No one likes season 9 episode 1. Not a soul. Tbh most of the drama doesn’t relate to bigotry, though enough does that it matters. And if you aren’t interested in exploring how bigotry effects ppl I’m not sure why you would be interested in South Park.

Like yeah Matt and Trey haven’t thought about Marjorine more than once, but everyone saw a boy being accepted and cared for and enjoying himself seen as a girl more than ever before. And Matt and Trey aren’t gonna give these kids real mental illnesses when we see the symptoms clear as day (price of making characters “unique”). We’re playing a different game then they are, so yeah we’re disconnected in some ways. But we’re very connected in others. We don’t let all 25 seasons go to waste.

And what has my opinion been from watching the show so far? Well I’m on season 11 and so far it’s not as bad as I expected. I agree with a lot of their messages and the stuff that’s obviously just. terrible isn’t as common as I thought it would be? Again, s9 e1 is the worst of it, and you phrased it really well when saying it’s mainly inappropriate humor that often goes over the line. They’re very liberal though, I mean they introduce a gay character in the first episode and in the 90’s teach a kid gay is chill. There are episodes I dislike or just get bored by, but most of what I’ve gotten through which is getting closer to half of the show runs from decent to surprisingly well made (pick any s8 ep tbh. oops all bangers). Mattrey aren’t me, and I’m here to develop the characters, they’re there to develop a comedy. we are not the same but we appreciate each other even tho we probably squint and think the other is more in the wrong then ourselves. But we enjoy each other occasionally.

EDIT: I meant to put this originally but not everyone here is a young adult. I’ve seen 11 year old fans I’ve seen 50 year old fans. we have a lot of diversity in stuff like that. I think young adults had a wave of coming into the fandom because creek became canon which gave the show credit for showing how good it can be at times. Every one of my south park friends are at least two years older then me. That being said I joined a discord that I hadn’t realized was for minors and saw the swath of young ages we get. a lot of us have a decade between each other, but even more of us are in that 17-25 range. I think it’s just more common for young adults to get into it since we have the freedom to watch whatever we want and it’s a household name some may have been restricted to. Then again I joined this when I was 10 as well so like. i may be a bit warped. either way this shows rlly has smth for everyone.

Oh wait! Oh no!!! TL;DR: South Park is a show that’s important to me and others for a lot of reasons. Nothing butters me up like seeing people in broken worlds be able to put it together again in the future, or to be torn apart idk it depends. Other reasons to like the show are: Relatability, they can be literally any age, Infinite scenarios, People love to take the absurd seriously, A lot of content, Relatability; again, simple designs, the setting is a sandbox, creators kinda want us to take this seriously, and a lot of fandom history! And probably more. We’re not that disconnected from the series itself but everyone is pretty aware how problematic it is and many disconnect entirely from the series. Other choose to embrace it to Fix Them. Ppl love to do a lot.

#anon #asks #i assume ur a follower bc i’m not sure how else u’d find this place #btw rlly funny if u r a follower and have been following for the last few months like i’ve been deep in it #Kenny and a butters metapost???#mod caden #south park #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #etc etc #sp creek #sp style #sp bunny #south park meta #meta

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writing-by-mimi · 2 years

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Here is some gn!mc x diavolo that I dug out of the reject pile from the gnmc-un-sheeps-hc. Couldn't bring myself to just delete it, so I'll post it and delete it from my folder. Lol.

Adult content, read at your own risk. Not beta read.

• He had seen your file, knew what you truly looked like... between your picture in your file and what he had come to know of you personally...he had been stroking his cock to thoughts of you for weeks.

• It happened fairly spontaneously too. He had been watching porn when your text message came across the top of his phone. The banner held your human photo...he never bothered to change it once you had appeared and been a sheep. The video continued and he had cum...but he had been staring at your smiling face.

• It's been downhill since then.

• Demon on demon porn just doesn't do anything for him now, and he feels ashamed. He went to the demon/human tab for porn, and it helped scratch the itch.

• Only it slowly spun more and more out of control...

• Now, only one human porn star who shared similar facial features and body type with you could arouse him so completely. He knew it was wrong, jerking off to you while someone who vaguely looked like you was getting fucked on screen.

• He also realizes by not stopping sooner, he has essentially stared Pavlov'ing himself into cumming with you being his "bell".

• It didn't help you would come over for tea. He loved speaking with you, he found your tiny sheep form utterly adorable. He would enjoy his time with you, even pick you up sometimes to hold you up high so you could see or reach things, but the guilt would slowly build, creeping into his mind. Fifteen minutes after you would leave, he'd think of how you were so kind and gentle with him. Not out for selfish gains. Your pretty face at the forefront of his mind... no less than ten minutes after those thoughts would he be jerking off to thoughts of you. Sometimes with porn in the background, sometimes with just his thoughts. Both of which gave him intense orgasms. It just confirms his earlier fear, that you were now his pavlonian bell...

• Maybe it was the guilt mixed with just how wrong it was that made it that much better. The thought of fucking you in human form, his exchange student in his office at R.A.D. while Lucifer or Barbatos could enter at any moment and see you impaled on his cock.

• If you even sounded half as good as your look a like porn star...he would be feral. From his talks with you, you had told him your voice did not sound the same in this form.

• He could change your form, he wanted too. It would harm you though. You would need to adjust naturally to the magic that flowed through his realm. If you were rushed in anyway, it could cause major issues that even he himself may not be able to fix. So he was stuck bidding his time until your body course corrected.

• Its been months now. Even just the photo on his phone riles him. A feral need to put you into a mating press and fuck the shit out you until he finally feels what it really is to cum inside of you, not his hand or cheap plastic toys.

• He masturbates, the feral feeling subsiding slowly. It was shameful how absolutely aroused you could make him...and it was just a photo.

• During an event he holds at the castle, he invites you. You arrive early and himself and Barbatos spend a good forty-five minutes just chatting. You genuinely like his best friend, his father figure, and Barbatos seemed to adore you. You had really grown on him during your time here. It leads to Diavolo thinking about having some sort of life with you.

• After the event and all of the guest have left, does it hit him like a ton of bricks... His feelings go much deeper than a need for your body... The thought unsettles him

• Fighting against desire was hard, but it could be ignored, managed... but love would root deeply and consume every available space in his heart. It would tear apart his dreams...

• You had just finished helping Barbatos clean parts of the kitchen, smiling up to the demon as the two of you approached. He hadn't meant to yell. To tell you to get out of his sight and that you were no longer welcome in the castle. His voice booming and carrying, holding so much of an emotion he couldn't understand, coupled with how his heart was telling him to feel.

• "D-Diav-"

• "GET OUT!" He had even growled at you and taken his demonic form.

• Barbatos picked you up slowly, a glare on his face as he held your shaking form and turned to take you from his presence.

• He hadn't slept that night. The morning had been slow, dragging on and on. All he desired now was some sleep so he could think properly about everything.

• Making his way to the council room he stops just outside of the door when he hears voices. He simply didn't wish to interrupt and planned to just read over his paperwork. "Lu...if he kicks me off the council... can you at least tell him I want to stay and learn?" Your voice held so much worry. He hadn't meant to ease drop, but hearing your voice had perked his ears. He steps away from the door and goes around a corner, unsure of what to do. He is exhausted and the guilt of how he had treated you the night before is washing over him in waves. He waits to enter with only a minute or two to spare and starts the meeting. You sit still and quiet the whole time, not even laughing at Mammon and Belphegors squabble. As soon as the meeting ends, you grabbed your things and scurried away, like you were afraid your very presence upset him. He needs sleep. To rest...time to sort his thoughts and find a resolution. The human exchange student being afraid of him would help no one. Lucifer side eyes him, but says nothing.

• Getting home, he had passed out and slept the moment he sat on his couch. His phone alarm rousing him from sleep. Fuck. He hadn't any time to think...

• The next day, he was informed you would be absent by Lucifer, but that you would make it to tomorrow's meeting fully caught up and have all of your school work proper. It had been on the tip of his tounge, to ask if the reason you didn't show up to school was because of him. Lucifer continued about his business, leaving him to wonder alone.

• His brain simmered with different ideas when he finally made it through the day and got home, thoughts shifting rapidly to so many senerios...did he release you from the program? Should he just go about life as if nothing happened? At least then, you made yourself scarce, and he could work on some sort of plan of detachment.

• All of those felt wrong though.

• His chest was in turmoil. He should end your time here. Pick another human student to continue the exchange. He held firm and wrote the paperwork up himself, putting it into his briefcase.

• He did his best not to think of life without you the next day. You had only truly been here for the blink of an eye for time such as theirs. This was a crush, and it was beatable. Something that would get in the way of uniting the realms.

• At least, that's what he kept telling himself. Lost in thought, a figure collided with him, dropping his brief case he reached for the figure to steady them, but they had already dropped to their knees picking up his papers, as his brief case contents were all over the floor. A sweet voice telling him that they were so sorry and that they weren't used to things quite yet. The voice stops abruptly, holding on to one of his papers. The persons body sags for a moment before getting up and running the opposite way.

• Diavolo is left confused. It wouldn't be the first time someone bumped into him and literally ran away as soon as they saw who he was... but then it occurs to him, they had a paper of his.

• Nothing of great value paper work wise was in there. The only option to be going through his papers and seeing what was ran off with. The only thing missing was the paperwork he had made up.

• He hadn't seen the person's face, but they did wear a R.A.D. uniform. He knew the hair color and skin color...so it could be narrowed down. He could even cast a spell to lead him to his paperwork.

• Then the thought hits him...if anyone did see and read the paperwork, it would be an odd thing to run off with. Even if it was a friend of yours, stealing from their prince would garner severe punishments... the only one who would take that paper and run was you.

• But you were a sheep. Small, fluffy and absolutely adorable... he pushes the thought from his mind. He doesn't need to focus on you more than he has. It's problematic.

• However, less than an hour later, his phone is exploding. Everyone from Lucifer to Thirteen asking if the rumor posted on the school's news feed was true. Loading the page himself he read the headline. 'Exchange program in shambles?' The picture a crumpled piece of paper, his paper work. His signature clear as day.

• Mephistopheles had somehow obtained the paper and published it in 4k for the whole realm to see. Comments already in the hundreds, many calling you such terrible and degrading things, cutting you down and wishing for your quick eviction from his realm. For every one positive comment about you or saying the situation or story were fake, there were atleast two negatives... much in line with the survey from the academy.

• Lucifer knew exactly how to phrase his question. He wouldn't be able to be vague or answer in a circle. (Circles weren't lying... just never really saying anything of substance...) He could ignore the text, but that in itself was a telling answer.

• His phone went off again, Lucifers text tone. Wiping his hand down his face, he let out a sigh as he opened it. 'You have less than five minutes to come to the House of Lamentation before Mc departs.'

• Locking his screen, he sat on a nearby chair. It was happening. You were leaving. It was for the better this way, he could become unattached and continue the program. Find another human to fill your spot.

• That's what he keeps repeating as he waits for the time to pass. If he can do this, he can realize his dream.

• Barbatos's shoes enter his line of sight some time later. "Mc has departed. Just as you wished. I suppose you were kind, making them leave after they finally took a more human shape that just a sheep. They will finally be able to return to society in their realm with little difficulty. Although, it seems a waste. Just now being attuned more to our realms magic only to be tossed aside." Barbatos can see it. The confusion in his masters eyes. Who would have thought fate cruel enough to rip you apart just as you had a form more substantial than a lamb... Barbatos knew of your crush, so when he had carried you out the night of the event, he had a guess as to what the young master was trying to work through. He had finally realized his feelings, and the young master was choosing to push away. "Perhaps the next student will be...more attuned to your taste."

• Barbatos left him sitting there for the rest of the night. He hadn't texted anyone back, giving them their silent answer.

• It had been days since you left. He missed how you would visit.

• After weeks, it began to settle, his chest no longer in so much agony.

• Months pass...and it's dreary. You usually would have returned by now, but you won't. This is life without you. Boring. Bland. Lonely.

• He fights with himself, to check your Devilgram... it hasn't been updated since the night of the event. Guilt washes over him. The last post a picture you had taken. Dusk in the Devildom, the royal garden and part of his kingdom. Lights in the distance sparkling. It was beautiful. The comment you left reading, 'No place else I'd rather be.'

• He had thrown his phone across the room.

• "The night Mc left...we're they truly human?" It's a question he has been avoiding for months. He pushed it from his mind, but from time to time it seemed to completely ensnare his thoughts.

• Barbatos answers and his chest feels heavy. You think he sent you away because you did something wrong...and becoming human had somehow just added to his ire. The fact you have fluffy ears and a tail that is a small puff ball pierced his heart. You were attractive, and adorable rolled into one package...a package that now feared him, or worse yet, hated him. But it did not matter if you hated him. It was better you did. Easier.

• Or so he had thought. Knowing you held human shape... he had seen a picture of you with Asmodeus on Devilgram yesterday. The thought of him fucking you so hard your ears bounced and pulling on your tail while he fucked you from behind had plauged him until he jerked off to you again. It had been so long...the orgasm he had been denying himself for so long almost rendered him dumb...

• This was fine though, he could masturbate to you and go about his life, pick another human and move on with life.

• The brothers refused to house the new human. So he put them in Purgatory Hall.

• He hated it. He hated them.

• It had only lasted for six weeks before he wiped the humans memory and sent them back. He couldn't stand it. It should be you here.

• But admitting that meant admitting he needed you...that you might just be more important than his dream.

• He surfs Devilgram again. Asmodeus has posted another picture of you, an early Halloween 'costume'. Scantily dressed as a lamb. Your mesmerizing. He saves the picture in his phone.

• His birthday comes and goes. The brothers had informed him they had other plans. It left him alone at his own party, surrounded by people who were only there to rub elbows and get ahead. His last birthday had been fun. Memorable.

• This was life without you, he reminded himself.

• He pushes the thoughts of you away, only taking his cock in his hand when it becomes unbearable. Your smiling photo in that slutty costume Asmodeus picked for you being the only thing on his mind as his other hand held his phone. It renders him almost dumb again, he even dropped his phone in his cum...

• It's been a year to the day now when you left. It's been miserable. The only good thing has been the sparce orgasms he was to weak to will away. He holds regret close in his heart. He should have stopped you from leaving.

• He makes his way to the kitchens, Barbatos is sure to be there so he can speak with him, but then he hears a voice he doesn't recognize and can hear Barbatos answer back. Peaking inside Barbatos has his phone elevated on a few cooking books as he continues to bake, the voice laughing at what ever he had said before silence claims the room. Barbatos keeps kneading the dough in silence and Diavolo believes he may have gone deaf for a short moment before he hears the voice on the phone. "Has Diavolo told you what I did to make him so angry yet?" The voice is quiet, yet rich in tone. It's you on the phone. "I've told you before, Mc. You did nothing wrong." He watches as the butler stops kneading the dough and frowns at his phone. He can hear you sigh, exasperated. "Yes, 'nothing' is why he wrote up paper work serving me, throwing me out of the Devildom..." "As I've said before, Mc, the paperwork was never properly served to you, you have all rights to return when you wish." "You don't just write something like that up and have no plans to deliver them..." your soft voice continues, a small hiccup in your voice. "I just wish I knew why I wasn't good enough for the program. What I did to make him so mad at me, Barb. You say I didn't do anything, but why else would he send me away?" Barbatos is unsure of how to answer, Diavo can see it on his face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't pester you about it. Even if you knew, you probably couldn't tell me anyway. I'm sorry."

• Diavolo leaves Barbatos to the rest of his call.

• The private conversation he intruded on replays in his mind. You do think him angry...and you believe that he thinks you unworthy of being involved in his dream...

• He finds himself outside of your door. A small apartment complex. Rundown. Shabby, falling apart at the seams... the inside isn't any better, your door was wide open as to find some relief from the summer heat. Stepping in revealed Mammon sitting on a broken down couch playing on his phone. "What the fuck are you doin' here?"

• Mammon let's it slip that your at work and won't be back until 4:30. The second born also scowls and tells him to get lost. "Has Mc been living like this?" "Well, considering you an Lucifer plucked em from the human realm, their credit went to shit. Years without making payments will do that ta ya. They usually just stayed in the manor or with friends for the few months they were up here. An apparently if your credit is shot, you can't get any kind of nice job or live in a nice place unless you have mountains of cash laying around, but if ya had that, ya'd have good credit." The smile on mammons lips is bitter. "It's what Mc can afford with the job that would hire em. They ain't got no car, no cash, and a shitty landlord that likes to touch all over em when one of us ain't here. Real slick job ya did..." He goes back to looking at his phone, pretending Diavolo isn't even there. The apartment is small and looks just as bad structurally inside as it did on the outside. The walls are bare and a small air mattress lays in the corner of the efficiency apartment. Your room at the House of Lamentation had been bigger...the only thing other than some dishes were two laundry baskets of clothes. One neatly folded by the bed, the other in the small, cramped bathroom. He barely even fit in it... This is what he was he sent you back to... a life of terrible credit because he hadn't thought ahead. A run down apartment and long hours doing menial labor...you deserved so much more than this. You could do much more than this...

• He walks the few feet to stand in front of Mammon. "Why doesn't Mc have anything personal here?" Mammon laughs like a mad man. "Yer status is showing." He stands and closes the door. "Ya can't have nice shit when it keeps getting ripped off. Even if Mc knew one of us was staying here 24/7, Mc don't see the point. It'll just get taken away from em in their mind. They won't even let us help with the debt. Mcs got more than me!" Another bitter laugh leaves him as he hangs his head. "Mc is determined to make it on their own, with no help from the 'Devildom or it occupants.'" He leans back in the couch. "Mc even thinks they are managing to lie to us and tells us everything is dandy!! That they are living a good life!!" His voice booms. "I don't blame em, but their terrified they'll do something wrong and we'll throw em away too." He grumbles. "Your an absolute asshole, ya know? I don't give two fucks if ya smite me or whatever the fuck ya wanna do. Just make sure you leave before Mc gets back and stay outta sight when they get home. If they knew we were here as much as we were, they'd get upset. An if ya see the sleaze ball that calls himself a landlord, make sure you cast something that holds him up just enough so the drunk fuck doesnt get ta mc."

• He could feel his stomach drop. "Other than trying to touch them, what else has he done?"

• "Why the fuck do you care? You sent em away. It ain't none of yer business and Mc doesn't want anyone harmed. Even that piece of shit." Mammon is silent for a moment. "That man deserves the dungeons... atleast 100 years of Barbatos serving him punishment..." the words are quite. Diavolo fears the worst. It was his fault. All of this. He could have atleast made sure to pay for your human world things while you were held in his kingdom...you never said anything to him. Why didn't you tell him? Paying for it would have been nothing...

• He sits on the other end of the couch. "Would Mc agree to meet me?" "Why, so ya can serve em the proper papers an make sure they never come back? Besides, if ya do that, Mc will spend money they ain't got on nice clothes way outside their budget to try and make sure no one knows what's up. It'll cost em an arm an a leg, and it could get stolen anyway. It's what happened to the last fancy outfit they had."

• "I was a fool to send them away..." His words are soft as he gets up, your cupboards have nothing but a few cans of vegetables and three packages of cup Ramen. Your fridge is bare and freezer only has ice cubes... "Mc just orders lunch at work. It's only half price while their on the clock. An if ya leave anything for em to eat, it just makes em cry."

• Why would you cry at being given better food?

• "Fuckin shit, your an absolute idiot. Spoiled so much you can't even understand shame. What a piece a work you are."

• Shame. He had put you into a situation where even being able to eat food from people that cared from you brought you such a dirty feeling as shame...

• "Ah! Fuck, out the window, dipshit!" Mammon panicked, pushing the prince through and throwing himself out. The second born put his hand over Diavolos mouth and placed a finger over his mouth signaling to be quiet. Being lead around the complex, mammon casted a quick invisibility spell.

• You passed them without a second glance. Mammon most likely used a ward to tell of your return. Your exhausted, uniform stained. Too tight, most likely so you can obtain more tips. Going through the front door, Mammon moves forward and Diavolo follows. The door on the opposite side of your apartment flies open. A heavy set man in clothes that look as if they've never been washed leans against the door frame. "Ay, Mc."

• This must be the landlord. The sleaze that Mammon referred to. His lecherous grin as he approaches you and blocks your way ignites a fire in the Princes chest.

• "Hi." Your answer is simple as you try to pass around him, only for his arm to shoot out and block your path. His meaty hands try to touch the side of your face as you pull back.

• "Aww. Yer still shy of old Melvin? Ya ain't got no reason to be scared hunny. I can treat ya real good. Even discount your rent, hottie."

• "No thanks." Your voice holds no ire, but a practiced patience. Just from this interaction alone, even a fool can tell it isn't your first time dealing with the man.

• Melvins hand quickly grabs your arm and pulls you to him. Your face twisted in disgust. "I'll raise the rent on ya, ya fucking whore." He whispers it, or at least tries to, but it is more of a yell directly into your ear as his other hand grips your hip. Diavolo knows you'll be bruised from this man, yet you don't show weakness.

• "You won't do that, then I'd have to move away from my handsome landlord." You put on a pretty smile, as the Prince watches you try not to vomit just from the smell of the man holding you close.

• When the drunks lips connect with your neck you shrug him off and try to leave his grip, your lucky, he's much too drunk to balance. You run into your apartment and slam the door.

• "Easy day today." Mammon mumbled fist clenched. Not doin' anything ta save ya was the only option he had, otherwise ya woulda commanded that they never come around...he had to be there ta make sure it never went to far. Not again.

• An easy day? When a drunk man who held your living space in his hands forced himself onto you, and would have gone further if pysically able was a good day?

• "I usually sit outside the window till Mc goes to sleep. Leviathan makes sure they are okay at night." And he leads the prince back around.

• You cry. Scrubbing at yourself until your rage takes over and you throw the rag across the room, cruling up in a ball on your bed. "Has that man done worse to Mc?"

• "Ain't none of yer business what he has or hasn't done to Mc. Ya made sure of that when ya wanted em gone."

• "Mammon, tell me what he's done to them." His voice is deep, anger apparent as Mammon repeats that ya don't want the sleaze hurt. It draws attention to ya and yer absence only to pop back up again is suspicious. Enough people have seen him do it to ya, you would be a prime suspect and have hell rained down on ya. 'It ain't like they got anywhere else ta go now..'

• He's put you in such a position... he watches as you take clothes to the bathroom, about five minutes later your back and dressed in pj's. It's only just now 4:30. "I thought you said Mc would be getting off now, not already home?"

• "Probably a slow day, which means they ain't got shit for tips if it was dead. I don't even know if Mc ate today..." Mammon scowls as he counts his human world money. "Just shaddup and stay still, I ain't great at this anyway..."

• Diavolo watches as mammon tries to float the money into your dirty clothes pocket, until Diavolo almost quadruples what is there with magic and snugly deposits it into a pocket in the back. Sticking out a bit haphazardly, to appear as if it started to fall out when you took your things off. "Fuckin' show off."

• Diavolo and Mammon sit outside below the window, still cloaked from prying eyes. It's quiet in your apartment for hours and he isn't sure what to do. He knows what he wants to do. To sweep you away from all of this and re-enroll you. To make sure you never go hungry and don't ever have to feel so much shame again in your life. Then it hits him. Why did he come, if not to take you back with him? Temptation and demons went hand in hand, but taking you back could ruin everything. It could be years before you forgave him, but what is a couple of years when you have ever lasting life?

• The prince stands and Mammon goes to pull him back down to the ground, however Diavolo is unwilling any longer to just let you wallow. You deserve more than this miserable existence he's forced upon you, he will no longer sit back and let you suffer.

• Teleporting to your bed side is simple. Uncloaking himself was simple. Seeing your tear stained face and realizing you were silently crying alone was anything but simple.

• Maybe Mammon is right...maybe he should leave... but being this close to you, freshly showered, cute little tail exposed by low riding pj's and your ears air drying and becoming a fluffy mess make him stay. Looking over your other features, he can't help the feeling in his chest. The same feeling that came so strong and sudden the night of the event. The same feelings that started all of this. He would be a fool to say that they left...they did not. Love for you had rooted, and no matter how much he may have tried to kill what was growing.. it was already so deep inside of him.

• Taking out his phone, he texted Mammon. 'Meet me later with your brothers at my home.' Gently cupping your face, he had teleported both you and himself directly to a guest bedroom in the castle. You may be angry when you wake. Infuriated. It's okay. You can take your hurt out on him. He is more than strong enough to take it. What he cannot take is one more moment of thinking of you laying alone in tears. Of what your landlord may do next time, or may have already done... Of all of your talent being wasted. Even if you never wish to see him in your life, he will make sure you live a good life. One where you are happy and have money and food and anything you may ever need. You will never feel shame again. He won't allow it, even if it means he is not with you.

• He sits on the bed next to you, looking over your face, even if you wake and leave him with all of this emotion in his heart, he knows now that you are bigger than his dream, and that ever thinking otherwise was foolish.

• About three hours later, your eyes crack open, sleepy and confused. They are the most enchanting eyes he's ever seen in person, your picture does you no justice.. He just hopes you will have mercy and allow him to look into them for the rest of your existence.

So ya, there's that bonus angst that I wrote at like 1 Am and choose to go a softer side for the Mc un sheep's hcs. Lol. I got lots of shit that never sees the light of day like this. XD

#diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo x mc #obey me #obey me!

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wooahaes · 2 years

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thoughts louder than words

pairing: non-idol!mingyu x gn!reader

prompt: soulmate au series. 7/13

word count: ~2.0k

warnings: some slight negative feelings and experiences with gyu trying to find his soulmate.

daisy’s notes: sorry for another short one!! i feel bad not posting this sooner since it’s been a month since i even started this one :(

summary: Mingyu has the words “God, he’s so loud…” written across his bicep, and frankly, he isn’t surprised. Despite all the teasing it nets him from his friends, it’s a sure sign that his soulmate is out there. And admittedly… it does lead him to stay loud if it means he’s always one step closer to finding you.

Mingyu considered his soulmate mark... pretty damn average. Words in some form were pretty common, whether it be a name or a date or a first sentence or a first thought--although those two tend to be a lot more muddled. When he turned ten, he watched as words inked themselves onto his bicep: “God, he’s so loud...”

Truly, not the thing he’d want to hear at age ten.

He cried to his parents, immediately taking it as a sign that his soulmate was going to hate him because he was a pretty loud person at times. Even though he quickly grew out of that mindset (Mingyu now rationalized it as him being a scared ten year old whose giddiness at learning his mark was immediately doused out by a judgmental statement), there was a small thought in the back of his mind about how annoying it must be to other people. He was capable of being quiet, but if you were out there and you were going to either say or think something about it... he might as well go suns-out guns-out so you’ll see his bicep while staying one of the loudest people in the room. It net him a lot of teasing from his friends, both for the words and for the fact he’d use any excuse he could to flex to show them off. Mingyu was a confident man.

Until sometimes that confidence resulted in him ditching sleeves when he absolutely shouldn’t, and then he had to put up with being chastised by friends and family alike for being foolish while he was sick as a dog. If he covered up entirely... then what if you found him and he didn’t know? He’d looked it up a few times to find out whether there was any distinction on whether they’d be your first words to him, or your first thought about him.

Some people said theirs were thoughts and when they saw their soulmate, they knew. The words would feel like their marks were burning, as if the universe was giving them a blazing red sign that hey, idiot, your soulmate is right there. Like everything fell into place, the final piece of the puzzle snug into their life. Mingyu thought the idea was romantic.

“Can you imagine it?” He said to Wonwoo one day while making dinner. “Just... seeing someone and knowing you’ll fall in love with them.”

“Love doesn’t work like that,” Wonwoo looked up from his laptop. “Love takes time.”

Mingyu shrugged. “Not for everyone. I think... when I see them, I’ll know.”

“You shouldn’t have high expectations,” Wonwoo said. “It’s unfair to them. What if they have high expectations for you? Without even knowing you?”

Wonwoo... had a point. “I still think I’ll know,” Mingyu reached up, fingers ghosting over where your first thought was still neatly inked into his skin. He heard stories of people who covered them up with tattoos. Other people let them breathe to tell their story loud and proud. He had to wonder what you would do.

Mingyu wondered what kind of person you were. Were you as rude as your first thoughts could be? Or was it just a casual observation, drafted out mentally by someone tired and taking refuge in their thoughts?

... What would your mark say? Mingyu had a lot of thoughts. He saw people and noticed their dogs, or he’d notice the jacket they wore, or he’d think that someone’s eyes were pretty. Sometimes he, too, could get annoyed by someone loudly speaking on their cellphone or listening without headphones on public transportation. He was thankful none of those thoughts lead to his soulmate.

He hoped that, whatever you have on you, it made you think of him as someone kind. That was all he could truly ask for until he found you.

Mingyu thought he found you for a moment.

It’s hard for people to approach him when they see his mark. Even though not many people like admitting that their first thought was about how loud he is, they’d do it before shyly showing their mark. He’d seen someone who had “Oh, cute...” written along their wrist (his first thought had been about a button on their bag that looked familiar), another with “How fucking rude.” along his collarbone (that time he’d noticed how pretty his eyes were).

And, truthfully... It’s incredibly frustrating. Sometimes he’d see someone who’s words matched up with his own thought, and he’d ask them what their first thought about him was. Sometimes it was his height, sometimes it was how handsome he was, but... It was never about how loud he could be. Mingyu was used to that disappointment, if he was honest. Maybe that was why he already felt a sense of love toward his soulmate: he was handsome and he knew that, sure, but that wasn’t the first thing they noticed about him.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Seungcheol had told him one day over lunch, after Mingyu had confided his feelings in someone he felt could set him straight. “They aren’t a superficial person. You already know you’re handsome.”

Seokmin had said the same, days later. “I just hope they aren’t someone rude,” he had added on. “Maybe someone having a hard day.”

Wonwoo hadn’t looked at him when he asked him about his soulmate, about how it felt to meet them for the first time. “I don’t love them yet,” he had said. “But... I think you know when you see them. So you were right. You’ll know.”

Mingyu just hoped they were all right.

When Wonwoo found his soulmate, Mingyu was more than happy to grill for details. He’d heard Seungkwan tell his story a thousand times over, but Wonwoo? Who had already made a date with them to get coffee and talk? Mingyu wanted to know everything that his friend felt comfortable sharing. As much as he liked hearing Seungkwan’s story and how things were going with his soulmate, Wonwoo was more... toned-down. Mellow and easy-going compared to how completely sappy Seungkwan could be.

When Minghao found his, Mingyu had teased a little about the numerous museum visits they went on. But he could see the tender smiles that Minghao hid whenever they messaged him, and the pure joy he held in being able to create art or put together his outfits without needing external help. With Jihoon, Mingyu could see how fond he already was. He liked his soulmate’s spark, even if he nearly fried his hair finding it. Joshua’s soulmate was someone he took things slow with.

And Vernon’s? Well...

“You didn’t notice?” Mingyu had held back a laugh. “Lost items is so common. If you had just told us, we would have set you straight.”

“C’mon, dude,” Vernon said, “they’re always at my place and sometimes they leave shit behind. How was I supposed to figure it out?”

“You could have mentioned things were appearing when they weren’t even there,” Seungcheol said, frowning. “You could have realized it a lot sooner.”

Vernon rolled his eyes. “I know. I just... I dunno, I guess I got used to the idea of not having one. Not all of us get obvious signs, y’know?”

Seungcheol went to get another dumpling from the plate. “Someone should check in Seokmin and Soonyoung then,” he glanced up, “they might have a not obvious sign--”

Mingyu reached out and pulled the small bowl of sauce away from where Seungcheol was about to dunk it. “Other bowl,” he gently warned, the colors close enough that he knew Seungcheol could mix them up if he wasn’t paying attention. He turned his attention back to Vernon, “My sister’s sign was lost items and she thought the same thing.”

Wonwoo was already typing something into his phone--subtle soulmate signs. He’d probably send the list to Soonyoung and Seokmin again, just so they knew. Maybe he’d send it to Chan, too. Despite the kid insisting he had a soulmate, that he knew his sign but hadn’t met them yet, he refused to tell anyone what it was. If it was words or shared markings, the others could at least keep an eye out for his soulmate. Chan wanted to meet them, after all, just... on his own terms, apparently.

Maybe Mingyu could understand it. But still... If he wanted to meet them, why wait?

“We already went through the list,” Vernon said. “Like. Obviously we can’t do shit like a time loop until we’re in it, but I think most people without soulmates who want one like... try to figure it out. If I had realized that their shit kept appearing when they weren’t around to lose it, maybe I would have figured it out sooner.” He frowned. “I found them. That’s all that matters.”

“It is,” Seungcheol cut in before Mingyu could tease any further. “We’re happy for you.”

Mingyu was, genuinely. It warmed his heart a lot to see his friends find their soulmates. Some of them were admittedly softer than others (Seungkwan, for once, who gushed about his partner whenever he felt like he could), but Mingyu was pretty positive some of them were falling for their soulmates more and more with each day.

Their server had approached, visibly panicked, with someone else in tow that looked far too tired for their own good. Mingyu frowned a little for a moment, just noticing the forced smile they put on the moment the others straightened up.

“My coworker will be taking over for me for the rest of the evening,” he said, gently laying a hand on your shoulder, and rattled off some line about a family emergency until you firmly removed his hand.

“She needs you,” you said in a low voice, “go help your sister, alright? I’ve got this.”

He grew flustered, giving you a curt nod and a thank you for adding some of his tables on top of your own work, immediately speeding off to likely leave his apron in the back before heading out. You had turned back, properly introducing yourself before you started to clear away tables.

And then Mingyu felt it. Both looking at you felt right in a way he couldn’t describe, and the words on his bicep were burning hot. The tiny way you hid pain with a forced smile despite the urge to wince. Then he saw them, inked in bold lettering up your arm: Are they okay? I hope they’re not overworked...

“Wait--” Mingyu had said, and you met his gaze. “You feel it too... Right?”

You said nothing, just staring at him. He pulled up his sleeve, and he watched the way you read out the words before immediately dropping the empty plate back onto the table with a gasp.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry--” You grew flustered. “You were laughing when Seungmin asked me to take over his table, and I looked over and--I’m so fucking sorry--Ah, shit--”

He laughed, quieter this time. How cute. “It’s okay,” he said. “My friends all know I’m loud.”

The others looked sheepish, completely unsure of how to handle this. It felt like it should be a private affair, surely, and yet this was how the universe let Mingyu meet you.

“No, it’s not fine,” you insisted. “Your first thoughts were concern and mine were judgmental--You deserved better than that--”

“Then make it up to me,” he said, eyes twinkling. “When do you get off? I’ll wait for you.”

You picked up the plate you’d dropped, stepping back. “You’ll be waiting a while.”

“I can wait a little longer for you,” he said. “Can’t you?”

When you smiled at him, he felt his heart skip a beat. Oh, he liked your smile. “Then I guess I’ll see you at ten.”

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poisonouswritings · 2 years

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Hello, Ozzy. I hope you are doing well and doing magic, as usual.

I have a perhaps a little silly request. Would you write some head canons of the M4 reacting to a MC who just told them (seriously) they are beautiful?

I don't know if you find the subject suitable, but anyway thank you. Love your writings.🌸

I still have several of your asks in my drafts I'm so sorry aofeiuhferpofhuearoifj

GN!Reader, short and sweet, I think this post also more or less fits the criteria aside from it doesn't include Rime

Felix Escellun

Felix has been studying all day. You're not entirely sure what for - something about a spell for harnessing the power of emotions? You're 77% sure that he's trying to find a way to prank Escell - but he's hyperfixating hard. You try to make sure he takes breaks but he's hesitant to pull himself away from his desk unless it's to get a tome from the bookshelf.

So you carry on without him. Do your studying on the floor, practice your spells in the hallway, feed Stella in the kitchen, that sort of thing. You even managed to squeeze in a nap on the couch.

Sometimes you look over to see what he's doing. Different emotions seem to lead to different colored magic. Happy is yellow, sad is blue, angry is red, love is pink, so on and so on. But from what you can tell, this is all only in theory. He hasn't gotten it to work in practice just yet.

Now the moon is high in the sky and you wanna go to bed. But it won't be easy to pull Felix away from his work.

You go over. Squat down beside him and lean your elbows on the desk so you can see his face.

He looks tired. He is tired. He's been at his desk for the last, what, 14 hours? Give or take. That's just how he gets when he's really invested in something. It's admirable that he can have that much dedication, but it's also,, not,,, healthy to be staying up like that. And from the way his brows are furrowed, he's clearly determined to push through the exhaustion.

While he never pulls his eyes away from the paper, he fluffs the tip of his quill against your nose.

"I know what you're about to say. I'll be along just as soon as I can. I know I saw a formula somewhere in this infernal book, and I will find it!"

"Wouldn't it be easier to find it if you were more awake? You look like you're about to drop."

"I most... certainly..." - he pauses to yawn, half-heartedly covering his mouth. His glasses slide down the tip of his nose, and he rubs his eyes before pushing them back into place - "am not falling asleep."

His hair is hanging loose around his head. It really is getting long. You tuck a single soft strand back behind his ear. You can see his eyes starting to close before he jolts himself back awake. So you lean closer and kiss his cheek.

"Alright, alright. You know yourself better than I do. I just think it'd be good to get some beauty sleep - but you're already so beautiful, I guess you don't need it."

..... *strangled noise of mortification*

A light yellow ball of energy - streaked with pink - sparks at his fingertips, surprising both of you.

........ :)

His silver eyes widen as the sudden breakthrough wakes him up. He's positively beaming in excitement as he grabs his quill again, frantically scribbling notes.

"MC, you're absolutely brilliant!"

"I didn't do anything?"

Felix turns deftly in his seat and puts his hands on your shoulders. The bags under his eyes are deep and dark and stubborn, but at least he doesn't seem like he's about to faceplant anymore. He does seem surprisingly open though.

"You were honest. That's more than enough."

"Then I honestly think you should go to bed and get back to this in the morning."

"... Five minutes?"

You get up to your feet, kiss his cheek again in goodnight, and head over to your shared room to get some sleep. It'll be an hour at least before he finally gives in to sleepiness, but at least he's happy.

Meanwhile he spends the next ten minutes burying his face in his arms because he's so flustered that he seriously had that strong of a reaction to being complimented like that.

Anisa Anka

Sometimes you like to watch Anisa train.

Actually you always like to watch her train, but usually visitors aren't allowed on the training grounds or you're busy with Felix and Sage or Saaros.

But anyways today is a day you get to hang out with your amazing super strong girlfriend! Yay!

So you're sitting off to the side. Drinking water does not help your thirst™

Anisa,,, in her armor,,,, swinging her sword around,,,,, flipping her opponents over her shoulder,,,,, she's so strong,,,,,,,,,, hehehehe

Oh I'm so gay for her

It doesn't take too much longer for her to finish up. After she gives her troops a few more rousing words and officially takes them off-duty, she comes over to you. Her cheeks are a little flushed, but you can't tell if that's from over-exertion or embarrassment at how adoringly you're staring at her.

"I hope I gave you a good show."

There's a teasing lilt in her voice and a grin on her lips. You hold one hand out, doing the little grabby-grab motion until she sets her hand in yours. You gently brush your lips along her knuckles, all the while looking up at her.

"You certainly did, Beautiful."

...... *hair poof*

Her eyes search your face to see if you're joking. You're not. So she looks away, clearing her throat like she's trying to keep any semblance of professionalism about her that she can.

"Not at work."

Her protest doesn't sound very genuine, though.

You laugh and finally get up from your seat, looping your arms around her waist and tugging her close. She smells like roses. You nuzzle into her neck, kissing the bottom of her chin.

"I thought you were off-duty?"

She opens her mouth but all that comes out is a little sigh as she holds you tight.

"You're incorrigible."

"Well thank you very much."

Sage Lesath

Sage is still wearing his eyepatch. Even when it's just the two of you.

No matter how much you reassure him, he's self-conscious about it. You can't exactly blame him. Not when you know the two things he associates with it; getting mutilated by the Corrupted in the sewers (he says what upsets him most about that is the fact he couldn't protect you, but you're pretty damn sure that's not the reason he wakes up gasping and clutching his body in pain some nights - he went through something horrible and traumatic and he doesn't want to admit it. You're always there for him, though, and that helps) and being corrupted.

So. Eyepatch.

He'll take it off if you ask nicely enough, but even then his hair usually curtains the eye. Or he looks away from you. Or he just keeps it closed.

The rebuild of Porrima is slow-going. People are hesitant to stay in the open for too long. Always anxious to go into the crumbling remains of buildings for fear of finding familiar faces that never got to see the sun one more time.

It happens more often than anyone wants to think about.

Luckily, the castle itself wasn't damaged (of course Mike took good care of it, he needed it for dramatic flair), so the survivors have been able to use it as their base of operation. It gives them access to a medical wing, plenty of supplies, and a safe space to breathe (once Felix and Rime and other surviving mages have purged the last of the corruption out of the building).

Sage never really liked the castle though. It was always too fancy, full of nobility that judged him and rules of etiquette he didn't see the need for. So he prefers to stay in Fathom.

(So does Tulsi, although you think she mostly just wants to stay close so he doesn't vanish again)

The familiarity is helpful. Once Sage has scent-marked everything in the room, he's more willing to sit still and relax.

Meaning you have an easier time convincing him that you wanna see his eye.

It's one of those types of nights. Sage is curled up beside you, arm thrown over your waist and cheek mushed into your shoulder. You're combing your fingers through his hair, carefully scratching behind his ears. You're talking softly about nothing of real importance. Just,,, being together. That's all.

"Hey. Sage."

"Mm?"

"Can I see it?"

In the old days, he would have grinned and stroked his tail up your thigh and brushed his fangs along your collarbone and asked you what, specifically, you wanna see.

Now he just pouts a little.

"Why?"

You lean down and kiss the top of his head, just slightly favoring his left ear in the spot he likes the most. While you keep your tone casual, your words are genuine and clear.

"Because you're beautiful, and seeing you makes me happy."

........ he presses his face further into the crook of your neck. There's a whine in his words, but it's decidedly more light-hearted than anything.

"You... You always manage to surprise me, y'know."

He slowly shifts off of you, ignoring your self-satisfied grin in favor of carefully undoing the strip of fabric. He spends much longer than necessary foucing on it, winding it up around his fingers neatly. It's fraying pretty badly. He should probably replace it soon. Maybe with a proper patch this time?

Then he buries his face in your chest and shyly peeks up at you, gauging your reaction. His hair covers his eye.

You carefully brush the strands away so you can get a good look. Smile. Smooch his forehead.

"Pretty Kitty."

His content purr vibrates your chest.

Rime Varela

Rime doesn't sleep much.

He says it has something to do with dying, or maybe it was the way Felix wrenched him back. All he really needs is an hour or two a night. Maybe three if he's been doing a lot of intense magic.

So what does he do while everyone else is asleep?

Sometimes it's studying. Other times it's practicing what he's studying.

And then other times it's a very rigorous skincare routine.

It's four in the morning when you're woken up by ice creeping up your spine. A glance over your shoulder shows it's Rime crawling into bed behind you, hugging you against his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You've been busy."

You can hear the smile in his voice.

"All this doesn't come naturally, darling."

You twist around to face him, cupping his cheeks in your palms and using the tips of your fingers to gently pin his ears back against his hair.

"Well, I've always said you're drop dead gorgeous."

....

He tries to glare at you. But you're smiling like you just told the best joke in the universe - even though you make that joke at least once a week - and he can't help but laugh.

"I'm serious!" You protest, but you're laughing too. You drop your hands but he picks them back up and nuzzles his cheeks into your palms.

"You're always serious."

You sweep your thumb along the swath of freckles that bridge his nose.

"You're always beautiful," you reply with a casual shrug.

His nose twitches and his ears flick once before relaxing.

"... Dork."

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