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raginglesbian2006 · 2 months

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Hi I'm new but I was wondering if you could do hc Alastor x wife!reader who is like Mortichia Addams. Like the long black dress(es) and red lips.

Honestly I see Alastor as an asexual version of Gomez Addams.

Hi! Thank you for sending in the request!! I've been wanting to write something similar to what you suggested lol

Darling, I always wear black

Alastor x wife!reader

Oh, how you had intrigued him the moment the two of you met.

Alastor was on his daily stroll, enjoying how the miserable souls of hell suffered around him as he glanced at the newly opened stores and boutiques.

One of which caught his eye. The decor was very grim but had a certain charm to it. Entering the store, Alastor found himself surrounded by flowers, roses mostly. His ears picked up the sound of a "snip snap" echoing throughout the quiet place.

That is when he saw you, dressed up in a long black gown that stuck to your body, enhancing your curves. You hummed a sweet tune as you cut off the heads of roses and decorated the lonely stems in a vase.

"I do believe that is a rather...unconventional way of arranging flowers." Your eyes shifted to find a rather tall demon- his red attire standing out in contrast to your dark little store.

"I suppose not..." you mused, "but it is just my way of doing things."

Alastor moved closer to you, his clawed hand taking yours gently- watching the lace around your long sleeve droop as he lifted your hand to his lips- kissing your knuckles as a sign of courtesy.

"My name is Alastor, my dear. It's a pleasure to meet you, I say, quite a pleasure!"

Since then, he started visiting your shop quite frequently, often staying back to have a chat after the busy day was over. You enjoyed his presence- he was quite unlike the men you usually had vying for your attention, be it in hell or when you were alive.

Slowly but surely, he had become completely besotted with you. He had always thought he'd fall for someone who wore bright colors and was as lively as he was but your demure and gothic charm had irreversibly enraptured him. Safe to say, his charm had had the same effect on you as well.

"It appears to me that I find myself quite delighted by your presence," you said to him as you sipped your tea, "Some could even say I am..smited? smote?"

"Smitten, I believe, my dear," his eyes half-lidded and smile wider than ever, "And I feel the same way."

It didn't take long for him to present you with a ring.

"Sure it's a tad bit sooner than expected, but why wait, my dear?"

And thus, the two of you became husband and wife. You didn't have a ceremony per se since neither of you enjoyed a large gathering. Both of you just exchanged rings and enjoyed each other's company that day.

After 7 long years of Alastor's absence, you found yourself in front of the Hazbin Hotel in search of answers. You knew a silly project like this would intrigue your husband, so it didn't hurt to look for him there. Besides, his return was made clear to you from the banter he had with Vox over the radio.

The door to the hotel opened to reveal the princess of hell, her eyes wide.

"Greet-" the door slammed shut and then opened again in a split second, "tings." The door shut again.

Your eyebrows scrunched delicately and you let out a puff of air from your red-painted lips in a show of frustration.

The door opened once more. "May I speak now?" you asked, raising one eyebrow as you looked down at the princess.

She stuttered a response which prompted you to introduce yourself to her and the reason for your visit.

"I must say, your idea intrigued me a little, so I decided to pop in for a visit." Hearing you say that, the princess or Charlie as you had gathered from hearing her sales pitch over the news, excitedly bounced on her feet as she led you into the hotel.

While she was introducing you to everyone there, your eyes found Husk, slumped over the bar.

"Greetings, Husker. I would say I'm surprised to see you here but I'm really not," you bluntly stated.

Husk gave out a grunt in reply. Charlie noticed your interaction, "Ooooh you two know each other?"

You let out a laugh, just the one, "We are acquainted, yes. You could say I know the owner of his soul....quite well."

Speaking of, the famed radio demon heard the commotion in the lobby of the hotel and decided to make his presence known by teleporting himself to his destination.

"Charlie, dear, why is there such a buzz-" he paused as his eyes met yours, "Cher..." he trailed off.

"Alastor," your voice was stern, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance...after 7 years, that is."

His smile twitched slightly at your glare. He walked up closer to you and lifted your hand, kissing it, "I missed you, mon cher."

Your eyes softened. His charm had a way of destabilizing your stance. You were supposed to be mad at him, damn it.

Charlie looked puzzled as she asked, "Alastor, do you know our visitor?"

Alastor chuckled as he drew you closer to him by the waist, "Of course I do, she is my wife!"

Everyone, except Husk, was dumbstruck by this new information.

It took a while for Alastor to be in your good graces again, but you couldn't help but give in to his advances. He was your husband after all. One that you loved oh so much.

You had decided to stay with him at the hotel, helping Charlie occasionally with her efforts to make the hotel seem...appealing. Good thing you knew a thing or two about interior designing, however dark or grim your preferences may be.

Niffty had immediately bounced up into your arms the moment she caught wind of your arrival.

"Oh darling, how are you, my sweet?" you asked her as she snuggled up close to you. "I must say, I missed you a whole lot more than my idiotic husband."

Vaggie sidled up close to her girlfriend, "Am I seeing what you're seeing?" Alastor had his head on your shoulder, eyes closed as you ran your fingers through his hair. Charlie's eyes watered, "I know! Aren't the two of them just the sweetest!"

Everyone at the hotel was shocked to see how affectionate the big bad radio demon could be and how much he simped for you. If anyone was looking for Alastor, it's safe to say that he would be found right beside you, one hand on your waist , kissing up your arm affectionately- all the while you reprimanded him for being too touchy albeit, not stopping his onslaught of kisses.

Angel Dust had once asked you, "So uhh... what's a hot gal like you doin' with Mr. tall dark and creepy here?"

Your reply was simple, "He makes me laugh."

The two of you often spent time having tea or rather coffee as per Alastor's preferences, playing the piano together and just relishing in each other's presence.

He had once foolishly suggested a revamp of your wardrobe, trying to squeeze in a few different colors. He was met by your terrifying glare.

"Darling, I always wear black."

You liked to slow dance with him, which he obliged with no hesitance.

You weren't much into swing, preferring a more classy waltz or baroque music but you enjoyed watching him lose himself to the music.

No matter how weird Al was, you loved him all the same.

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to reply to this! I got a bit carried away with this request but I do hope it is to your liking!

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor x wife reader #request

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givemea-dam-break · 1 year

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could you possibly do lockwood x reader and the reader is always slightly to eager to sacrifice her life for george and lockwood etc to the point where lockwood is concerned about it and he confronts her abt it and she basically says how does the same thing like kinda angsty.

sorry that was long and rly specific and sounds abit depressing in retrospect 😭 no pressure if not love ur lockwood and co imagines tho

a/n: oh i can absolutely do this! if there's anything i love, it's lockwood and angst lol. i hope you enjoy!! and don't worry about the length of a request, if there's something you want then I'll do it <3

warnings: mild language, angst, mentions of death gn reader

It's four in the morning and all you want is a good cup of tea and to lie down, but when does anything ever go the way you want it to?

As you sit on one of the kitchen chairs, Lockwood is fumbling around, trying to patch up a gash on your forehead after a scuffle with the ghost you had a case for tonight. You feel like a child. Even more so because he's telling you off.

If you're being honest, you've not been listening to most of what he's been saying, partly because of exhaustion and pain, partly because he's been pattering on for so long that, quite frankly, you've lost interest.

"Are you even listening to me?"

You flinch as Lockwood slathers antiseptic cream on the cut. "Honest answer?"

"Preferably."

"Then no. What were you saying?"

The look he gives you holds no humour. No, this is the look Anthony Lockwood gives when he's tired and irritated and unable to keep up the farce of a charming, unbothered business owner. It doesn't hold much sway over you, and it never has, truthfully, but you can empathise with him. Solely because he often acts the same way you're acting now.

"You can't keep doing this," he says. His eyes are fixed on the plaster he slowly places on your forehead. "You're throwing yourself into harm's way with no good cause."

"No good cause? I think making sure you and George stay alive is an exceptional cause."

"This isn't a joke, (name). This is your life."

The words irk you a little. "I could say the same to you."

Lockwood's hands drop from your head, and he looks at you straight-on now. His eyes, usually filled with curiosity and soft happiness, swirl with something else. Frustration.

"What do you mean by that?"

"You're always so snippy with me after cases," you say, trying to keep the edge out of your voice, "when all I'm doing is keeping you and George safe. I mean, tonight, you were both ghost-locked when I found you! But you're no different. If anything, you're worse than me. You've thrown yourself out of windows before. Shit, you've locked me in a room to fight a ghost yourself while I tried to find a source!"

He starts packing away the first aid kit, tearing his eyes away from yours, and you know you've made a good point. He never looks at you when he knows you're right.

"Lockwood, this company can't survive without you, we can't survive without you. My risks are thought through, and I'm not doing anything that should really cost me my life. You on the other hand..."

He glances at you, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "Me?"

You sigh, willing him silently to just look at you. "You'd give your life in a second. Which, believe me, I am eternally appreciative of, but it's rarely ever necessary, if ever. I've half a mind to think you're doing it to just... you know. Finish things. I'm - we're concerned about you."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, you absolutely do. You are such a hypocrite!"

"Me?" The look he gives you is scathing, so unlike any way he's looked at you before. "That's rich. Who was it that jumped from a balcony to stop of ghost? Who put themself right in the path of a ghost launching itself for someone? It was you!"

The anger that grips you is almost unbearable, but you push it down. Shouting will get you nowhere, and George is trying to sleep. "First of all, that balcony hung over a thick spread of bushes, so I had no injuries except for some thorn scrapes. Secondly, that ghost was going to kill you. Third, I can name at least five more things you've done in the last two weeks that put you in much more danger. Are we seriously going to make this a competition?"

Suddenly, he stands, and his chair scrapes loudly against the floor. You wince, watching as he shoves the first aid kit back into the cupboard. He pauses, hands on the countertop, standing straight as a rod.

Drama queen, you think, but you don't dare say it out loud.

"You're getting too reckless," Lockwood says, his back still facing you. "I can't risk having an agent who is too reckless. It endangers everyone."

Oh, you want to strangle him.

Angrily, you stand, not caring that you almost send the chair clattering to the floor. You press your hands to the table, wrinkling the thinking cloth, and lean forward, scowling.

"Reckless? Do you even hear yourself, Lockwood?"

"I do."

"I think you just love to hear the sound of your own voice. Surely that's why you spout so much bullshit."

"No, I -"

"I'm talking now, Lockwood," you snap and, thank god, he goes quiet. "You of all people do not get to call me reckless, not with the shit you pull. George, yes, he can feel free. But, you? Not a fucking chance. You go out of your way to put yourself in dangerous situations! And I get it, you want to protect us, but that is what I'm doing, too, and you don't see me almost dying! I leave with a scratch or two, so what. You leave with concussions and ghost-touch and the risk of bleeding internally. But, okay, I'm the reckless one. Whatever."

When he turns, his eyes are burning. "You endanger all of us when you pull shit like what you did today."

Scoffing, you say, "All right. What should I have done? Left you and George to be killed? My question is, what would you have done, Lockwood? Would you have left us?"

His silence is your answer, and you stand straight. Your gazes are locked, both alight with rage, but you won't back down. Not on this.

"That's what I thought."

You make to leave, but he moves quickly, grasping your wrist with a touch that should be strong. You're surprised by the gentleness of his hand, how loose his grip is, and you look up at him, frowning. His gaze has changed entirely, from rage to desperation.

"I can't -" He struggles for the words. "I can't lose you, (name). Not like I lost..."

My family. The words are left unspoken, but you know it's what he would've said. There's a pang in your heart, and you want to apologise for it all, but that's always been your gut instinct. To say sorry for everything. But not this time.

"And you think I can bear to lose you?" You try to hide the waver in your voice, but he's caught it, and you know it from the way his gaze softens. "You can't order me around, demand me not to protect you guys, when you do exactly that. It's not fair, Lockwood. Not on me, not on George. And I don't - I don't want a part in this if all you're going to do is sacrifice yourself and then criticise me for doing the same."

His hand shakes as it holds yours, and that's when all the sadness hits you, the regret for the argument you've had. "I'm sorry. I just..."

Your hand closes over his. "I know. I know."

When his forehead touches yours, careful not to press on the gash, you breathe in deeply. And you breathe out all the bad, all the pent-up anger inside of you. There's too little time in your lives to spend like this.

"I won't stop unless you stop," you murmur, closing your eyes.

His breath is warm on your cheeks. "Seems like we're stuck in a checkmate forever, then."

You sigh. "I suppose we are."

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co fanfiction #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #anthony lockwood #george karim #lucy carlyle #x reader #fanfiction #givemea-dam-break

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familyabolisher · 6 months

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if you wouldn't mind sharing, what did schitt's creek do disappointingly in its story? thank you!

so, like. i mean, i think the show was flawed from the start -- i think a lot of the jokes rely on this image of the, like, small-town 'hick,' that in turn relies on a pretty hefty set of classist assumptions that i don't think dan levy was, you know, interested in interrogating in any serious way. i don't watch sitcoms for their revolutionary politics lol but there were certain moments in eg. roland and jocelyn's characterisation in particular that left an incredibly bad taste in my mouth. (ftr i think season 1 is pretty poor, 2-4 are genuinely good tv, 5 + 6 are a mess.)

but my specific frustration was -- so, at the end of season 4, we see moira despondent that the crows have eyes 2 was shelved; we also see the culmination of a season's worth of work having gone into the community production of cabaret. from here, the plot beats seemed so obvious to me that i was literally like certain i knew how moira's arc would end: clearly, this was an opportunity for her to realise that pursuing the sort of 'fame' she had before was a losing battle that was making her unhappy (and had always made her unhappy!), and that she could find genuine fulfilment through pursuing the kind of 'local,' small-town community opportunities that cabaret was supposed to represent. i mean obviously i have my various communist gripes with this position, but like, by the standards i hold sitcoms from nepo babies to, it's fair enough! it's a compelling enough response to the setup of the show -- the roses have lost everything and have to learn to live without everything. moira relied on a seemily fictitious narrative of public adoration; an insanely easy way to eke some character growth out of her would surely be to have her realise that small, local projects with her friends bring her a joy that public validation never could.

but, like. by the end of the show, moira gets back on the showbusiness ladder, to the point where her old show is rebooted. johnny gets a foot back in the business world. alexis is a businesswoman. david is a businessman! david chooses to stay in schitt's creek whilst the others leave for NY and cali, which is a compelling enough narrative choice on its own, but like -- come on, he opens a v bougie business and Gets Married and whatever the fuck else, it's boring, it's the same old narrative of assimilation into the bourgeois classes. it makes for a nice contrast against the end of season one but i don't believe he's a fundamentally changed person; he's just found a way to make his old tendencies make sense in a new setting.

there's a sense that the lives of the roses essentially reset; that they've been given the opportunity to return to their old lives, taking the 'lessons' they were able to learn from their time in schitt's creek with them. if anything's been "learnt" then it's these v individualist perspectives on, like, bootstraps and hard work; david and alexis have graduated from being nepo children into people with a legitimate intellectual claim to the bourgeois class. johnny has proven himself as a businessman. moira has uhhhh put on a production of cabaret, which justifies her going back to the old life that clearly made her miserable. like -- there's no sense that their old lives were bad, just a sense that they hadn't quite earnt the right to them yet. and in that, everyone in schitt's creek ends up ultimately reduced to a vehicle by which they can earn the right to their bourgeois status. it's a v nasty ethos, and as much as i find individual points of the show pretty funny (like, funnier than your average sitcom), i just -- like, it's so cruel at its centre?

#ask

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buzzzlove · 9 months

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The pressure is on lol

Here is part 2 to the angsty K imagine. You can read part 1 here. Enjoy! 🩵

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I'm sorry

The night air was quite cold as you walked. Your face in a straight line as you stared at the ground. The walk was quiet. All you could hear was the step of your own shoes on the pavement. You walked until you found yourself at a small park not too far from your apartment. You slowly sat down on a bench and folded your hands across your chest.

You don't know how long you sat there, but some time later you hear footsteps behind you. You don't how you knew it was your boyfriend either, but you didn't glance up when he sat down. The tension was hanging thickly in the air as you two stayed silent for a few minutes.

"Aren't you cold?" K was the first one to speak.

"No," your tone was flat. You didn't have the energy to fight anymore and it was evident in your voice.

Your boyfriend sighed quietly next to you, deciding to not answer and leaving you in silence again.

"How did you know where I was?" you spoke up.

"I was right behind you the whole time," he said without hesitation. He kept his voice soft though. He would never tell you how much your words scared him. He didn't know what he would do if he lost you.

You hummed back as you felt your heart clench. But you didn't want to show him that. You kept your eyes focused on something in the distance, as you could feel his eyes burning into the side of your face. He was trying to read your expression, wanting to see any indication of how you felt. But he saw nothing, which terrified him.

Not wanting to push you, he stayed quiet. He just switched between looking at his feet and watching your face. You think he sensed you weren't going to say anything so he decided to try again.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I was really not thinking earlier. I don't know why I said those things."

This didn't get a reaction from you though. You didn't give him any sign that you accepted his apology.

He waited a bit before letting out a loud sigh as he stood up harshly.

"I am so stupid! I can't believe I said that," he started pacing back and forth infront of you.

You still didn't meet his eyes. He dragged his fingers through his hair with frustration at himself.

"I'm sorry. I don't know how I let those words leave my mouth. I am a shitty boyfriend. You give me so much and you do so much for me. How do I repay you? By being an asshole and saying those things. You deserve so much better," he huffed, breatheless after his speech, although he never stopped pacing.

He was so busy processing his own thoughts, he almost missed your small voice.

"You are more than enough for me."

That made him come to a very sudden stop. He slowly turned to look at you, finally meeting your gaze. Your hard expression has softened and you gave him a small, barely-there, smile when you made eye contact.

"I hope you know that. I love you so much. I don't need anything, or anyone, else but you," you spoke softly.

K walked over to you, not breaking the eye contact, and slowly crouched down in front of you so that you were almost eye level.

His hand came up to brush your hair back from your eyes as his scanned your face. He rested his hands on your knees before speaking again.

"I love you so much baby."

You gave him a slightly bigger smile before placing your hands on his, rubbing a thumb over the back of his hand. A silent conversation happened between you two as you assured him you were okay. The two of you can get through anything.

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lloydfrontera · 4 months

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what if og! Lloyd actually grew a backbone and decide to simply leave/runaway from the Frontera estate when he has this 'i dont wanna stay in this little estate anymore' and ignoring the restoration of fate for this guy, but still following the plot, estate in debt, suicide from fronteras and all that, will javier still be loyal to this lloyd if he ever cross paths with this guy as javier travels? No kim suho though just og lloyd

ooohhhhh that's such a fun scenario. absolutely brutal but very fun.

i wanna say yes. yes he would still be loyal to this lloyd. because, and this is something i will never forgive the webcomic for skipping, arcos knows exactly what it is to want to run away from home and he would absolutely have understood lloyd's decision and never lost hope of one day seeing him again. and he would have asked javier to keep an eye out for lloyd and to take care of him if he ever saw him.

arcos,,, also kinda hated living in the barony when he was younger. he was frustrated, bored and sick of it. he felt like he was locked up, doomed to live as a small noble in the middle of nowhere. so he ran away. he took his father's horse and left in the middle of the night.

he would've absolutely understood lloyd if he had decided to leave their home.

and just like his father rushed to his aid when he needed it, arcos would've done anything to help his child, even if the only thing he could do at that point was ask his knight to keep him safe if he found him again.

and javier, the loyal puppy he is, would've followed his request no matter how much he hated the idea of protecting someone who abandoned the home and family he loved so much. there would even another layer of hatred in his heart against og lloyd as now part of javier would always wonder if arcos would've fallen for the scam had lloyd been there. we know he would've but javier would have no way of knowing.

(there's something... really sad about arcos falling for that scam that doesn't really come across in the adaptation despite it giving more attention to tordes than the novel did. tordes didn't just... offer arcos a lucrative business. he completely fooled him into liking him. he showed up as a passionate, discreet young man with a lot of initiative. someone who shared the same interests and passions, with whom he could talk about his favorite topics, someone he was very compatible with. I thought he and I just clicked. And that's why I trusted him.

arcos who never could quite connect with his oldest son, who was constantly disappointed by his terrible actions and his lack of decency, who had come to despise his child despite how much he still loved him... of course he fell for tordes' scam. he was the perfect target for someone like him.)

at the same time i do think that maybe javier's dislike of him would've been tempered by time and distance. depending on when og lloyd left home perhaps javier's main reason to dislike him would just be very bad childhood memories of him, not the constant acts of violence and harassment he dealt with in canon. mind you, he would still despise him but it would be less of a "you're an active threat to the people around you and a constant disappointment to the people i regard as parents" and more of a "you were a bastard to me when i was a child and you leaving made the family i loved more than anything very sad", which is different if only because javier wouldn't have a reason to actively mistrust him beyond what could be considered childish bullying that happened years ago.

also. i do believe experiencing new places and actually getting a taste of what life is to someone without all the privileges he was born into would've actually done og lloyd some good and he would be less of an asshole in general. still a douche but not as much as a dick as he could be lol

i don't really think javier and him could ever really vibe with each other but at least they wouldn't actively hate each other like they do in canon

so in summary yes! i do think javier would still be loyal to this version of og lloyd and would protect him for as long as he was able to

that's just. the kind of guy javier is. loyal to the very end.

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melis-writes · 2 months

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Please, spill some tea on Al’s relationships. 😭 Someone on quora has said Diane is painting herself as the victim while we don’t know his perspective, that she is the one who never had a long term and stable relationship while her exes went on to have their own families. And I’m like… dude… Al Pacino has kids but he sure hasn’t had a stable relationship with anyone, lol.

AH HELL NO, NO BULLSHIT ABOUT DIANE LIKE THAT >:( Also incredibly mean and more than likely untrue lmao like we need to automatically take Al's side on what happened in their relationship? 👀 I mean really, it was a private relationship between two adults that started like ~50 years ago, so based on what's publicly out there, I know that...

Diane said on the Ellen show she had quite a few relationships that lasted "about 5 years". She also said no man she ever dated proposed to her, which is why she didn't end up married. I actually ended up finding out that Warren Beatty did in fact propose to Diane but she said no. I found on this article a reason why, which is Diane wanting to focus on her career, but I can't find the original source I read it on which didn't state a reason--just simply that Diane didn't want to marry him. I read that this happened during the filming of a movie they had together and as a result, Warren made Diane rehearse a scene (or something) again and again on purpose to take his frustration out on her. Again, don't know if this is true or not, just what I read!

Also, to assume that someone hasn't had stable relationships because they never married or have children is such utter bullshit.

Y'all wanna talk about unstable relationships? Let's talk about Al Pacino real quick. 😂

Al's first mentioned gf was Jill Clayburgh, an actress and I believe they got together around 1967. The broke up a short while after TFG released. Al talked about wanting to marry her and have kids in the future but what did he do? He told her he was in love with another woman and left her just like that.

We know how on and off Al was with Diane and how that one ended. What I still can't find any info on or make sense of is them breaking up in 1990, but no mentions of breakups in 1988 or 1989, but Al having a child in 1989 with someone else? Sheesh.

There was an interview Al and Marthe Keller did together around the Bobby Deerfield days. Marthe was almost describing what kind of wedding/wedding gown she would want to wear. She was saying no pressure on marriage/kids, and the interview described Al as being quiet, awkward and not saying anything. Marthe was head over heels, swooning a whole paragraph about how amazing Al was and he said nothing. All he did was smile awkwardly. They broke up later down the line of course, and Marthe I believe kept one of his mugs he drank out of.

I'd recommend reading "A Life on the Wire" for all the Al relationship tea, let me tell you that. Personally from what I've read in it, "unstable" doesn't even begin to cover it lmfao. Cut Diane some slack, y'all. 😭

#al pacino #diane keaton

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cherryskeletoncake · 1 month

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Helo i'm the anon who made the ask about the song love like you!

I'm Leaf or 🌿anon but most call me Leafie, nice to meet you, I really like your blog so If life let's me I'll be more often in your asks :]

Also: Yes please rant about Techza I love them so much and there isn't enough content about them in this planet!

I love how you headcanon almost all the same things that I do :DDD

Most people think that Technoblade is the one with the most bottled up feelings but to be honest I feel like that is Philza. He's always the father of the group and the one you always expect to be the "responsable" one, of course that bird man knows how to hide his emotions and keep them all inside him which sometimes makes unable to actually show them freely.

I feel like an example of that is Technoblade's execution, most people put Philza in fanarts or animatics in a really emotional state. But to me, how Philza actually reacted was more like "Oh... This is actually hapenning... huh?-" like in acceptance, I hc that he was in shock and didn't know how to properly respond to the situation at hand. Also because he's inmortal, he has seen many people die in his life but seeing Technoblade almost die was the second thing after many centuries that made him shed more than a tear afterwards. (First one was when wilbur died)

Omg I didn't realize how long what I wrote was until I stopped typping lmao i'm sorry-

Leafie i adore you already, kiking my feet and giggeling like a school girl here, love to see you in my asks🌸

I’m nodding my head in agreement here. Techno is actually pretty emotionally stable and in touch with himself, but philza is hiding his emotions a lot. Or maybe not hiding, but a lot of people read philza a little wrong if they don’t actually watch his pov. This includes the other caracters as well. (Witch is one of the things that make story told like the dream smp so fun. You get really close to one caracter, but it’s harder to read other caracters becouse you only see them trugh somebodyelses eyes. You don’t get the other caracters ‘’inner monologues’’ from the streamer when you just watch one pov <3 love that)

Love how you used the execution as a exsample becouse it fits really well! If you’ve only watched techno, tubbo or quackity’s pov you wouldn’t know that philza broke out of his ‘house arrest’ to follow the butcher army as they went to find techno. Philza knew they were comming and his ‘act of surprise ’ when they brought techno in is only half true. Philza had hoped techno would have been able to escape (he knows techno like that) and his ‘’I can’t believe they actually cought you’’ is genuine but not quite as dramatic as the animations make out. But there is genuine concern for techno and resentment growing for new l’manberg growing in phil when he sees tubbo and fudy (and quackity and ranboo but they don’t have too much of a ‘conection’ with phil yet) actually go trough with their plans against techno.

But for someone who doesn’t watch phil or techno and might not ‘know’ philza as well during that scene might think of his emotions like dipair and fear for this frend and his own entapment. But someone who watches both techno and philza can see that phil is actually keeping a very leveld and calm attitude, conerned? Yes, techno is his best frend after all and loosing him like this would be horrefying. But not quite in dispair like he was over having killed wilbur. Shock is a good reading of his feelings, but i also found him more frustrated that he can’t do anyting than sad. (Phil was not happy when tubbo shot that arrow at him. Litterly a ‘’philza will remember this’’ type of moment lol)

Techno and Phil both hold their emotions close and uses them to fouel their actions. But techno is better at knowing himself and making himself clear with what he’s saying (if only people actually listen to him) and philza tends to pretend and hide his true feelings, like a mask that might look like what he’s actually feeling, but it’s a little stiff. Philza might also be better at lying than techno, like in a cassual way. (Techno is actually pretty bad at telling lies when confronted, he can make exscuses and avoid the question, but when confronted directly he gest … idk ‘figety’? It’s fun to see)

I’m once again rambeling. There are just so many ways to inerpert them! Philza and his emotions is so funny to see in how he RP’s as a content creator, and i feel like he’s really grown a lot at being more clear when he’s ‘acting as a caracter’ in the qsmp vs the dream smp.

#ask #leafie ask #i might have missed your point a little in my rambelings but i 100% agree with you #i just find it fun to think about how small things of contexst changes the different meanings #fxs wheater or not one sees techno as a imortal like phil or as just a human with one heart #and how that afects the reacctions the caracters has #just #a fun series of ‘what if’

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twilightt-fantasy · 2 years

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being vladimir’s mate would include...

request: Hello!! Can I please get some general headcanons for what it would like to be Vladimir’s mate? Thank you!!

requested by: anon

warnings: none

i never thought i'd be interested in vladimir but here we are lol. hope you enjoy!

- Vladimir is very hesitant when he first realizes you two are mates - especially if you are human.

- His last relationship hadn’t ended well thanks to the Volturi and, as much as he hated to admit it, he was scared of losing another mate.

- But the more he was around you, the more he accepted your new relationship.

- He has a harder time if you’re human, constantly hovering over your shoulder or asking Stefan to watch over you if he has to handle something.

- He calls Carlisle a lot, asking questions about the most mundane thing and never believes you when you insist that you’re okay.

- He’s very gentle with you, his touches featherlight and kisses tender until he’s a little more comfortable around your fragile body.

- He always makes sure you’re fed. In the beginning, he’s constantly asking if you’re hungry because he’s not quite sure how much or how often humans should eat.

- Keeps a first aid kit handy, which he tries really hard to keep from Stefan, knowing the vampire will tease him mercilessly.

- When it’s just the two of you, he loves to slow dance or read to you. (He likes it best when you read to him or tell him about your life).

- He loves watching you. He’ll sneer and snarl and deny it whenever you catch him, but when you’re not looking, he’s got a soft smile on his face, eyes completely soft and focused on you.

- Definitely still likes to pretend he’s a tough and scary vampire and that your presence doesn’t change anything

- (Don’t get me wrong, he’s definitely a tough and scary vampire, just not around you... as much)

- There are times when he’ll get frustrated with your human ways, like your clumsiness or your blatant lack of survival instincts, and he’ll snap at you, showing you just how fearsome he can be.

- He always calms down when he sees the fear on your face and does his best to keep his temper in control until he’s alone.

- You’re definitely one of the most protected humans around, thanks to both Vladimir and Stefan.

- You and Stefan had a rocky relationship at first, due to him not being particularly fond of humans.

- But the more you two were around each other, you found that you were able to enjoy the other’s company (especially when you gang up on Vladimir)

- Vladimir turns you himself after nearly a year together and helps you adjust to your newborn life.

- Though, even as a vampire, he’s still insanely protective, not willing to take a chance in case an enemy decides to come after his mate once again.

#vladimir twilight #vladimir imagine #the romanian coven #twilight imagine #twilight #twilight x reader #i dont know how to tag him #but hope you enjoy

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frodo-with-glasses · 1 year

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Blessed Are the Peacemakers

Of History and Revolution

Today we had some really fascinating discussion on the Fig Tree Discord server about Frodo's role in the Scouring of the Shire, and how it relates to historical revolutions in the past. Since this blog is coming up on the end of the chapter, I thought this would be the perfect way to close us out.

RebirthoftheMustelid:

I will admit, I did feel some frustration at Frodo not fighting in the Scouring of the Shire. I just thought "man, this is your HOME! Why don't you fight for it?" I understand why he did what he did. It makes sense for his character. It just bugged me on my first readthrough

Me:

And he does [fight for it]. The other three fight for its liberation, but Frodo fights for its spirit.

Rudy Studee:

A revolution needs a Sam Adams to succeed; a revolution that ends well also needs a John Adams.

Rudy Studee: (after being asked to explain further)

Sam Adams was a Boston brewer, knew Paul Revere, very typical hot-headed rabble-rouser. The aspect of John Adams' character I am thinking of is that he defended the perpetrators of the Boston Massacre in court. He believed in the principles of justice, no exceptions.

RebirthoftheMustelid:

That's a good thing to do

Rudy Studee:

In every revolution that goes sour (which might be every revolution, depending on your definition of the term), the John Adamses are second against the wall

RebirthoftheMustelid:

I'm kind of a hothead myself, so maybe that's why I had the reaction I did to the Scouring scene lol

Rudy Studee:

Yes, I was very much so the first time through as well

RebirthoftheMustelid:

But I understand why Frodo is the way he is. He's a gentle person forced into bad situations. He doesn't want to hurt anyone

Kasey Gondor:

I think it's an important detail that Frodo doesn't try to stop, or discourage, or shame those who do fight. he tries to stop any unnecessary violence. but he recognizes that these people in power do have to be resisted. he just won't be the one to do it in arms himself.

RebirthoftheMustelid:

He's tender. He's a literal gentleman.

Me:

I’m reminded of the French Revolution; mind you, I only remember it in broad strokes, but the fact that it went from “overthrow the oppressive monarchy” to “mass and near indiscriminate beheadings” to “Napoleon stepping in because SOMEONE has to fill this power vacuum” to even more wars and death just proves the need for the peacemakers in revolution. Violence starts revolutions, but it doesn’t know where to stop; the peacemakers are the ones who can rebuild society afterwards. Otherwise it just becomes a cycle of the oppressed becoming the oppressors, and then being overthrown by the oppressed, rinse and repeat.

RebirthoftheMustelid:

That's true. Someone needs to be able to take power, end the violence and start a relatively peaceful rule.

I'm going to be chewing on this conversation for quite a while. There's a lot of great things to think about.

RebirthoftheMustelid is @weezlbot, Rudy Studee is @whitehorsevale, and Kasey Gondor is @captaingondor! A post with just the drawing at the top can be found here, and if you'd like to join the Fig Tree Server yourself, here's a fresh invite!

#frodo baggins #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr meta #my art #my writing #other people's writing #fig tree discord server

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sips-tea-cutely · 2 years

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For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

“The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, went envying her and me— Yes!— that was the reason (as all men know, in this kingdom by the sea). That the wind came out of the cloud by night, chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.”

chūya nakahara, kokichi oma

summary: love isn’t something that often came to him. he has been isolated until you came. you brought joy to his world and suddenly, that light has been taken away.

warning: gore? murder, spoilers

a/n: for some reason, the chuuya v ranpo scene is different in the manga??? went with the manga version lol

@chuuyas--boo

#Chuuya Nakahara

as one of the port mafias five executives, you’d have to be pretty skilled in combat right? apparently not. you were pretty weak and even timid when it came to battle that even chuuya questioned if mori finally went mad.

it was then that chuuya noticed your strengths weren’t in combat or analyzation but rather chemistry. you often worked to kaiji to supply explosives and poison for assassination missions rather than out in the field, fighting.

after dazai’s disappearance from the port mafia, you and chuuya had made quite a name for yourselves as a pair; you being the defense and chuuya the offense.

chuuya was infatuated with you (to say the least). after years of backstabbing and abandonment, he finally found a home. a home in you. your forever warmth embrace never changing.

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whilst the decay of angels carried out their plan of mutual destruction, kouyou assigned you and chuuya together to secure the back entrance.

“they’ve broken through the first floor? defend the boss with your lives, i’ll be right there!” chuuya grunted as he hung up the phone. chuuya faced towards you, like he was about to say something but, he was interrupted. “this is troubling, isn’t it?”

“, mister fancy hat, mx. chemist.” the detective continued. “by my reasoning, if you join in, our odds of winning go down. which means my role is to stop you two lovebirds.” he stated. “oi, oi, are you insane? you’re definitely the detective agency’s linchpin but you don’t have a combat ability.” chuuya replied in turn.

“but, haven’t you lost to dazai before?” ranpo asked innocently, as if asking to be killed. the floor underneath the two of you crumbled, chuuya’s eyes screaming murder. “why don’t you get crushed by gravity?”

“that’s impossible for a master detective.”

chuuya angrily threw a smoke bomb at the detective and pulled him into an alleyway. in an attempt to apprehend ranpo, a bright light shone.

“do you like mystery novels?”

“i was supposed to immobilize mister fancy hat here, but i suppose you will work… the cast is a thousand people, half of them are bloodthirsty killers. in the novel, in a world without abilities. unless we both die, let’s meet again.” ranpo said before the two of you disappeared into the novel.

frozen. chuuya was befuddled. no, scratch that, there isn’t a word in the dictionary to express his confusion, frustration, despair. you were quite smart, that’s how you got your executive role. but in a world without abilities and filled with bloodthirsty killers, even he had some doubt.

he was brought back to reality when a furry raccoon rubbed against him. chuuya remembered, he needed to protect mori, no matter the cost. all he could do was hope and pray that you were safe and coming back to him.

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“ranpo-san!” kenji ran towards ranpo. “you escaped from that mystery novel?”

“naturally, i sifted my way through five hundred criminals.” ranpo said while eating his meal. “that chemist though… their slow brain ended up getting them murdered by one of the killers. oh well, not my problem anyways!” he said casually while continuing on with his meal.

chuuya, on the other hand, didn’t know this. he knew you were smart, he believed in you. chuuya wasn’t a religious type yet, he prayed for your safety, to any god that could hear him.

during the port mafia’s celebration party, chuuya had a heavy weight in his stomach while he downed a cabernet. no matter how many times higuchi tried to lighten him up or kouyou pulling him from his seat, he couldn’t seem to cry, even if he wanted to.

he clumsily left his shoes and hat at the doorstep, knowing if you were here, you’d lightly scold him about being messy. he laid on the couch slowly drifting into slumber. chūya nakahara never believed in faith or love yet, like everything he cherished; he lost both.

#Kokichi Ouma

kokichi is very observant. he notices little things such as kaito in the corner of his eye, chasing him or himiko pulling out the handkerchief from her sleeve.

he also notices the cute things you do; the way you smile when kirumi prepares a late afternoon snack or how giddy you get when he holds your hand. after all, your tiny habits are what made him love you tiny little habits that made him do anything for you, even dying.

the love that led to this moment; his end. slowly settling into position and waiting for the press to crush him, his only thought being that he is glad to have protected you from this killing game; the thought that brings him peace of mind.

he waited for his end, he waited and waited and waited. feeling the poison starting to weaken his already frail body, he opened his eyes and saw what would seem to be a horrible nightmare.

blood flooding out of the press with no remains of what you used to like, a body beyond recognition.

kokichi couldn’t move. whether it was from shock or from the poison, he couldn’t move. wasn’t the hangar locked? thats the whole reason maki couldn’t get in. how did you get in?

either way, he didn’t have much time to think. the strike-9 finally at his heart, he couldn’t breathe anymore. kaito was hurriedly trying to fix the damage and retake the shoot.

even with everyone’s lives on the line, kokichi didn’t want to. all he wanted was his beloved back, even if this world was a lie. curled up in a ball and crying his eyes out, kokichis vision started to fade in & out and sleepiness kicking in. kokichi slept, hoping this was all a terrible nightmare.

#mod maki #danganronpa #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #killing harmony #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #chuuya nakahara #chuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara x reader #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #bsd #bsd x reader

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juminies · 11 months

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I finished V's route! knocked out both the normal and good endings in one, of course. I was going to make notes as I was playing so I could somewhat concisely talk about him & his route when I was finished but I ended up not really doing that aside from a few random things like this

so we're just going from the heart.

while I was playing I was actually fairly certain I was going to end up with at least one bad story ending accidentally because well, he's very confusing isn't he..? you really have to find a sort of balance, which I found hard to do particularly when it came to talking to rika. I never had any idea what I was meant to be saying to her and it was also difficult to hold myself back from being hostile sometimes. the woman talks some utter nonsense. I went with the strategy "hear her out but don't agree with her" and it seemed to work. though I have to admit that I flirted with her in texts and calls just to see what she'd say, and I (unfortunately?) do not I regret doing so... being praised by pretty women (even insane ones) is my kryptonite 😔 the voice acting from both rika and ray when it came to specifically emotional scenes was soooo immersive and enjoyable. I sometimes find rika's voice in normal conversation to be a little grating, honestly, but when she's screaming? crying? shouting? panicking? her VA did SUCH a good job.

now, V... I mean this in the most affectionate way possible, you guys weren't joking about him being pathetic. mind you I love a pathetic character who consistently makes awful choices, but calling this man frustrating is an understatement. I quite often found myself realllly struggling to understand what he was thinking, or what he wanted. his lack of willingness to accept help even when he knew he was about to do something quite frankly ludicrous was the least admirable bravery(?) I've ever witnessed, and he is PERSISTENT. it made me feel relatively distant from him for a fair amount the route, mainly because the events unfolding just meant I felt horrible for the members of the RFA and he absolutely was not doing anyone any favours (though he thought differently). I was somewhat concerned I wasn't going to recover from my perpetual state of "?????" but thankfully I actually did in the end. maybe it's my inner "I can fix them" coming out (isn't that the premise of mysme really?), but him being so frustrating sometimes sort of made it feel more rewarding when he really starts to trust and believe you, lol. there were definitely moments that got me in my feelings within the last few days, his heartfelt spiels about learning to love at the forefront. it was nice to see him not only believing in you but actually starting to have faith in himself too – after how self sacrificing he's been he deserves to put himself first. that said, while sweet, I found the good ending to be a little underwhelming. I know a bulk of potentially more fulfilling content is in VAE, but I absolutely do not have enough hourglasses to play for myself so reading the wikipedia summary will have to suffice for me for now.

tl;dr I really enjoyed the route! for me it was a level of dramatic and angsty that made it consistently entertaining and surprising without feeling like it was too much. it was an absolute rollercoaster both plot wise and emotionally, and I had fun experiencing that with so little knowledge of what was to come next. it definitely boosted my affection for V, given how little I legitimately knew about him before :)

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thecoolerliauditore · 8 months

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HEY ANON! Idk what it is but im feeling super duper extra forgiving and kind today so I've decided to actually type up a response to that ask but im answering it like this cus i don't wanna subject my followers to having to scroll thru what u wrote 👍

stuff below the cut (heed the warnings in the tags)

this is the context, for those curious

FIRST OFF this is so so so SO not okay to send to anyone but ESPECIALLY not a stranger on the internet. Anon you are so lucky I am as comfortable as I am reading and talking about depression/suicide and (I hope) you didn't send this to someone who it could potentially trigger and that I am as normal as I am and not someone who would respond to this callously.

This is such a jump from "i don't draw good", nobody on this website is your therapist or your parent and nobody owes you the time of day to hear you vent. You really don't deserve a response at all but I am doing this because 1. I am nice and very very bored and 2. I believe I used to kind of be like you so I'm somewhat sympathetic.

That being said re: the 'draw more' comic

Anon not everything is about you or directly addressed to you. The message of that comic isn't to just draw more (if anything, mindlessly grinding art isn't the most productive studying you can do once you reach a certain skill level imo), it's to illustrate your mindset and why it's flawed.

The artist in that comic is frustrated with their own progress and skill only because they cannot see the 100x amount of work their more experienced counterpart put in. That doesn't mean their own effort doesn't matter, it just means they have no sense of scale and don't understand why, when they've done so much, they aren't as skilled as those around them.

It's this mindset that inevitably leads to the assumption that other people are just born more talented or didn't have to work as hard for their skills when they certainly did (this might not have been what you intended to say but using words like "life is unfair" paints a very specific impression). Which is. Frustrating, you could imagine, for those of us who have pushed through that period of growth only to be met with "oh woe is me, not blessed by the art muse like your holiness".

I put that there because your message reminded me of it. The last thing it's meant to be is a direct message towards You to Draw More.

re: learning art

My guy nobody is happy with their art straight away. I wasn't happy with my art for like. 6 years.

Learning art is as much of a mental battle as it is a physical one. The improvement over time chart is something I've tried to keep in mind for years when it comes to those "dip" periods in which it suddenly feels like you suck.

I've seen quite a few people touch on it in recent years but the first time I saw it was in this Sycra video.

youtube

Just like a bad mental health day due to seasonal depression I found it much easier to bear once I could sense a 'dip' period incoming and braced myself for it. I even.. kind of learned to enjoy it and accept it as part of my growth process because it was a sign I was going to improve enormously in the coming month or so. but that might just be me lol.

Eitherway, hope this helps 👍speaking of that though

re: depression/suicide/mental health

Let's be honest with ourselves here there is something much deeper going on with you in your life if Drawing Pictures gets you feeling suicidal.

Art isn't this all or nothing thing, you're allowed to take breaks for years and then come back fresh, you're allowed to start drawing at age 98. There's no expiry date on it. It's not professional gymnastics.

What I'm trying to illustrate here is that art is clearly a symptom of a bigger problem in your life that has you taking this attitude with yourself and the way you talk is doing anything but helping your case. You know what's especially unhelpful tho is venting to faceless block man artists on tumblr about this who don't know your personal circumstances or like.. who you are at all. seriously.

This is a problem you're going to have to fix yourself. "seek therapy" is the stock standard answer that we would all love to accept but that isn't realistic for alot of obvious reasons. I can't say what would work for you but personally I'd advise looking to online free mental health resources (forums like reddit are a last resort but if you can find the right space for that then what works works).

If you want an artsy spin on it I'd recommend literally any number of artists' youtube videos on their artistic journeys and their own struggles with impostor syndrome, insecurities, depression, etc. Off the top of my head I recall Jazza has made a few over the years and i adore these marco bucci videos in particular.

The bottom line is that you're going to have to help yourself, Anon. You can't expect others to make themselves smaller to make you more comfortable, you have to create that space for yourself.

We can all uplift each other but no one's going to respond kindly if you come out of the gate downplaying everyone else's efforts.

#asks #cw suicide #cw suicidal ideation #suicide #depression #cw depression #cw vent #<-- tagging the living shit out of this cus that was so not okay to send to a stranger #art thoughts #discourse #Youtube

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yourslytherinprincess · 2 years

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:Someone Else: Part 2 - Sirius Black x F!Reader

A/N: I found a second part! Things end better here I promise. (I also made Regulus an entire shit head and I know he wasn’t really that bad canonically, I actually really like him... but for the sake of this story it was necessary)

Summery: Things aren’t quite what they seemed to be.

Prompts: None, but if I remember correctly this was requested because no one was quite happy with the way the first part ended, and I do aim to please. lol

Word Count: 2016

:Part One:

“James, you’ve got to help me.” Sirius was pacing the floor, up and down, over and over again. “I don’t know what to do, I’ve tried everything that I can think of and she won’t talk to me.”

James was laying across his bed, tossing an apple into the air and catching it. He’d been laying there watching Sirius pace and listening to him talk about Y/N for the last hour and a half. “You punched her boyfriend in the face?” He asked Sirius again.

“I punched my brother in the face.” He growled.

Sirius still couldn’t believe it. He had been deciding how to bring up his feelings for Y/N, how would she take it when he told her that he had been falling in love with her all year, but that it had scared him. He thought she might laugh at the thought of that. How could he ever be afraid if anything, especially a girl. But she wasn’t just any girl, and he was terrified. Sirius had never really had feelings before, and the rush that filled his veins had confused him at first.

He kept running from his feelings, running from her, and he’d regret it when he found himself lying next to any other girl he’d used to distract himself. He didn’t expect for her to believe him, but she had to know, didn’t she? He told her things he had never even thought of telling anyone else; how she was perfect and beautiful, and everything he ever wanted. But then he wished he could take it back, would blame it on the firewhiskey that filled him up with warmth, and courage. He meant it though, every time.

But he had waited too long and catching her sit in his lap sent a fire through him that still hadn’t stopped.

“Pads,” James had called out to him, still trying to get through to him. “Your brother is Y/N’s boyfriend. I know you don’t like it but it’s fact. And if you want her to talk to you, you should probably start with apologizing.”

He listened to his friend’s words, kicking his bedpost in frustration. “I have, James! I have apologized. It’s not my fault that bloody idiot has him wrapped around her finger. He’s probably told her all sorts of lies about me.”

Y/N’s chin was resting in her palm. Regulus was bad mouthing his brother again, and it was starting to get on her nerves. Ever since Sirius had punched Regs in the face, he’d only talked about how jealous Sirius had always been of him. Always wanting whatever he had, talking about what scum he was, how he wasn’t surprised that their parents had disowned him.

She never said anything though, just listened. She had been angry at him, so angry she could spit, but it had been almost two months since the last time she had had a decent conversation with him. If she was being honest with herself, she had missed him terribly. Yes, he had punched her boyfriend in the face, which she thought was completely uncalled for at the time, but the more time she spent with Regulus, the more she also sort of wanted to punch him. And she realized that the entire reason that things ended the way that they did was entirely her fault. She could have talked to Sirius, she could have told him that she didn’t want to have that kind of relationship anymore, that she needed to either be with him or they should have just stayed friends. She had over reacted. But so had Sirius. Of course, that was probably only because of all of the boys in school she could have decided to date, she picked his little brother.

And anytime he would so much as look at her, Regulus wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her away. How had she spent the last few weeks putting up with this? She had never really let anyone tell her what to do before, and now, this conversation “they” were having, was the last straw. She needed some air.

“Y/N?” Regulus called to her. “Did you hear me, love?”

She looked over to him, “I’m sorry, must’ve missed it. What were you saying?”

“Hogsmeade weekend is coming up, you should come out with me. We could have a bit of alone time, if you catch my drift.” He winked at her, and tried to lean in for a kiss.

She moved just enough that his lips mashed into her cheek instead of her lips. “Sounds great.” She lied, “I, uh- I need to go to my dorm and grab a book.” Y/N said, standing.

“I’ll walk you.” Regs started to get up, but she placed her hand on his shoulder to stop him.

“It’s alright, sweetness. Stay here with your friends, I’ll be okay.” She pecked his forehead and walked off, letting out a long sigh.

Y/N almost couldn’t remember the last time she had space to breathe, Regulus had insisted on accompanying her everywhere, even standing outside of the lavatory to wait for her. She felt like her freedom was slipping through her fingers.

Y/N never came back down from her dorm, afraid that she might run into her boyfriend again. As the afternoon faded into evening, Y/N decided that it would be alright to go down to the common room. Just as she had hoped, all of her friends were sitting around, taking over the best seats in the entire room.

“Some things never change I see.” She said, watching for reactions as her voice drifted around the huddled group. Five heads snapped up to look at her, but she was only looking at one of them.

Sirius jumped up, as if he wanted to run to her, but stayed where he was, letting Remus scoop her up into his arms instead. “I can’t tell you how nice it is to see you all!” Y/N smiled widely as Remus set her back down on her feet.

“It’s about time you came to your senses!” James said, quirking his brow at her.

Lily’s green eyes looked over her face, like she could read all that was hiding there. “Or have you?”

“Leave the girl alone, mates! She’s here with us again, that’s all that matters.” Remus cheered, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

Y/N had known Remus the longest, had been closest to him, before things had happened with Sirius. He was like a big brother to her and next to Sirius, she had missed him most. “Merlin, I’ve missed you all.” Remus sat down, and she sat in his lap, kicking her feet over into James and Lily’s laps, happily relaxed for the first time in weeks.

Sirius watched her, his breath catching in his throat when she laughed, heart beating faster when she smiled. He wanted to believe that he had caught her looking at him, every now and again when she thought he wasn’t looking, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up.

Y/N had been spending so much more time with her friends and less time with her boyfriend. Sirius was freaking out, just a little bit.

“Really mate, you should calm down. It’s just Y/N.”

He had been pacing his dorm room again, but that had become all too normal for him lately. But at that absurd request, he found himself taking Remus by the shoulders, staring right into his eyes. “I don’t even know what those words mean anymore, Moony.”

“Why don’t you try to talk to her?”

James cut in then, slinging his arm around Sirius. “Good question, why don’t you talk to her Pads? Oh wait, you’re afraid she still hates you because she’s still dating your brother. Mostly ignoring, but still dating.”

Sirius shrugged James’ arm off him and moved away to continue pacing, throwing his hands up in defeat. “None of you are helping me, you’re all absolutely useless.”

“Well why don’t you just break up with him?” Lily asked, glancing up at Y/N from the book in her lap.

She sighed, “I dunno, Lils. It’s all just one big mess. He wasn’t always so bad, y’know. Everything was working out really well until Sirius punched him in the nose. Now all he ever wants to do is bad mouth him, or snog… and he asked me to Hogsmeade next weekend.” Y/N scrunched up her nose, adding “I think he wants a shag, but I very much do not want to sleep with him.”

Lily didn’t look up when she responded this time, “Is that because you’ve already slept with his brother, or because you still want to.”

Y/N gasped as heat rose to her cheeks at her dormmates suggestion, “You’re absolutely disgusting! First of all, yes it would be a bit weird to shag Regulus considering the relationship I had with Sirius, but it’s not like that anymore.” She attempted to defend herself.

“Then can you please explain why you’re always looking at him but still haven’t spoken to him?”

“-I see the way he looks at you, love. He might not think so, but I do.” Regulus sneered. “He’s never satisfied with anything, always wants what I’ve got. It’s a pity really.”

That was it, Y/N couldn’t take another word. “Will you SHUT UP!” She screeched as she pushed herself up from her spot next to Regulus. She didn’t even care that the entirety of the Great Hall was staring at her. “Regulus Black, I am getting so tired of you talking about Sirius this way!”

“You’re really going to defend him,” He glared, “after everything he’s done to you?”

Before she could stop herself, her hand was across his face, a red handprint left in its place. “It is none of your business, what happens between me and Sirius.” His grey eyes were fierce, angry as he watched her, unable to speak. “Dating you was a mistake, a horrible mistake. You’re the most awful person I ever met, filled to the brim with jealousy and pettiness. I never want to see you again!”

And Regulus was on his feet, snatching up her arm, gripping it hard. “How dare you try and embarrass me in front of the entire school.” His voice was dark and low, barely reaching her ears. “You think that you’re going to get out of this so easily, you had better think again.” He raised his hand up to slap her, but before his hand came in contact with her face, another hand was firmly grasped around his wrist.

Sirius was standing before her, chest rising as he breathed, Y/N had never seen him so angry. “I’d advise you let her go, brother.” Sirius growled. Regulus released you, raising both hands in the air in surrender. “Moony, please escort this fine lady to the common room, Wormtail, Prongs, and I have a lesson to teach this bloke.”

Y/N pressed herself into Remus’s warm body, shivering from the excitement. Her eyes locked with Sirius’s before she let herself be carried away.

“But what if he gets hurt?” She asked, trying to stay relaxed as Remus held onto her.

He shushed her, running his hand over her hair to try and calm her. “He’s been fighting with that tosser his whole life, and he’s got the other two backing him up. I’d honestly be more worried about him getting detention.”

The portrait swung open, and at the sound she looked around Remus’s head to find the James and Peter helping Sirius limp in.

“Oh thank Merlin,” she sighed, racing to him. His lip was bleeding, eye starting to bruise and he was holding his ribs, but she flung herself on him, wrapping herself around him.

She had knocked the air out of him, quite literally, but he enjoyed the feeling of her holding him again.

“You big idiot, if you ever so much as look at another girl again I’m going to turn you into a dog… forever.”

Sirius buried his bruising face into her hair. “I love you too, Y/N.”

#sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #YourSlytherinPrincess #YSP

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so-art-decooo · 2 years

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dayasco blasphemy au (?) dunno what to call this still lol but here is the long awaited and highly requested part 2 👀✞☠︎︎ (part 1)

*cw: SMUT, religious themes, etc.*

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"Dayaaa," Bosco called as she walked through the door, drawing out her name.

She quickly made herself at home before prancing over to where Daya was sitting on her couch, sprawling out on top of her.

"Oh god, what is it," Daya asked, eyes rolling at the mischief in the other woman's tone.

"I had an idea."

"Oh no not again,"

"I'm serious. And I think you're gonna like it, whether you wanna admit it or not."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Bosco dragged her fingertip across the exposed skin on Daya's chest. "It means I've been thinking about some things we could do together now that we've discovered your little kink."

Daya froze, feeling the words catch in her throat and warmth rising in her cheeks. "W-what? I don't have—"

"No, no, don't even try to deny it," Bosco cut her off, "Not after you came all over my fingers while confessing your sins to me." Daya felt her insides burn at the memory.

Bosco continued, "I was thinking, that you and I could maybe...go to a little service this weekend?"

Daya's heart dropped at the suggestion. "Like a church service? Are you crazy??"

"Come onnn, it will be fun. I'll make sure of it."

"Yeah, I'm sure," Daya deadpanned with a scoff.

"So you're in?" Bosco asked.

Daya was at a complete loss for words, mouth hung open in hesitancy. She looked into Bosco's eyes and could see that they were not joking, making her stomach flip. She felt her skin prickle, and Bosco's smirk grew wider the longer she stuttered over her answer.

"I...I–no, uh, it's just—"

"Ohh you're really into it, aren't you," they chuckled, "I can tell you are."

Daya gave an exasperated sigh, both embarrassed and frustrated that Bosco could read her like a book and tease her relentlessly for it. Bosco couldn't help but laugh affectionately at Daya's flustered state, just from bringing up the topic.

“Look, we don't have to if you really don't want to, but I found a place close by that doesn't require a membership or anything and lets anyone in," Bosco assured Daya. "Also, no one will suspect a thing, and I'll make sure to take really good care of you, okay?" Bosco asked.

Daya couldn't deny that the idea excited her, but she felt like the answer was stuck in her throat. She nodded meekly. Bosco grinned at her response, "Good, it's a date then." Bosco pressed their lips quickly over Daya's hot skin before climbing off of her, opting to sit next to her now.

Daya exhaled shakily, her stomach already churning at the idea of what was in store for that Sunday, which at the same time, couldn't come soon enough.

When it finally did, Daya woke up early to get ready for the morning service they planned on attending.

She rummaged through her underwear drawer, pulling out a dark red, lacy lingerie set. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said under her breath before putting it on. On top, she wore a simple modest dress. She put on just a little makeup and brushed out her shaggy hair. She looked quite put-together and unassuming. Perfect.

Bosco's hand rested on her thigh the whole drive there, her thumb rubbing up and down absentmindedly over her dress. The ten-minute car ride felt like an eternity. Walking up to the front doors of the church, she couldn't help the twinge of anxiety that swirled about inside her. She remembered how often she used to attend Sunday services throughout the entirety of her childhood and teenage years. How often she'd feel guilt-tripped to the moon and back every time she'd go simply because the church said her actions and thoughts were sinful and that she’d end up in hell. Her hand clutched nervously at Bosco's, fiddling with the fabric on their sleeves.

The service had already started, but other people were still filtering in along with them, so Daya was relieved they didn't draw too much attention to themselves. They found a spot on the pews as far back and off to the corner as possible. Daya breathed a sigh of relief when Bosco led her to a spot where no one was really around them, or in the same row at least.

The service was well on its way by the time they sat down, the choir singing away to the tune of a hymn Daya vaguely recognized.

The first few minutes were mundane, but it wasn’t long before Daya felt Bosco’s hand find its way back to her leg, tapping it as a signal to uncross them. Daya immediately did as directed, and Bosco's hand slowly started inching further up her inner thigh, making her breath shudder. She tried to close her legs and press her thighs together just a little, but Bosco swatted them back open enough for her to have easy access. Thankfully no one was close enough to be suspicious of what was happening.

As the priest stood at the podium ready to give the sermon, Bosco's hand kept wandering, making Daya squirm. She was taken off guard by Bosco's fingers suddenly moving up to rub gently at her clit over her panties. She jolted, almost letting a whine slip out before she recovered, masking it with a cough.

"Bosco," Daya hissed under her breath.

Bosco held back a delighted smile. "What?" She whispered, "Is this not why we're here? Just be quiet and pay attention, princess."

"I-I can't when you're doing that."

"Sure you can. And you will."

Daya's mind started to go fuzzy, the sermon fading into white noise, but she tried as hard as she could to keep attention as the priest spoke.

"...See how people call on God's name or use the name of his son Jesus as if it were no more than common foul language, or drag the name of Christ into the gutter with all the contempt you can muster. Or worse, stand by and do nothing while others do so. What does scripture teach us about that? It is the one unforgivable sin against the Holy Spirit. James 3:6 says, 'The tongue is a fire…[it] is placed among the parts of our bodies; it pollutes the whole body, sets the course of life on fire, and is set on fire by hell.' The tongue is what can commit the ultimate sin..."

"How fitting," Bosco remarked against Daya's ear in a low voice, making her shiver.

Bosco's hand never ceased its motions, barely using any pressure to tease her. She was already soaked through her panties, making Bosco feel like she might start to lose control of herself.

It drove Daya insane, she could barely sit still. She swore she could taste blood from how hard she was biting the inside of her lip, doing everything in her power to not rut into Bosco's hand or make any noise. It felt so incredibly wrong, but it also made her head swirl with the pure lust overcoming her.

"Bosco, please," Daya whispered harshly, her voice nearly cracking. A few people in front of them turned their heads for a moment to look at them, but the pews blocked their view enough so no one got too suspicious.

"Baby, you gotta keep your voice down, we don't wanna get caught," Bosco warned in a hushed tone.

"Please I can't take the teasing anymore."

"Just a little longer. Wait til the sermon is over, okay?"

Daya nodded, pressing her lips together. Bosco could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, a pink flush spread across her cheeks and chest. Daya looked so perfect like this, trying her hardest to keep it together under her touch. Bosco was high on the power she held over her.

Bosco could tell the priest was nearing the end of his spiel, so she decided to push Daya even further for the last few minutes. She kept her eyes forward the whole time, not even glancing at her as she pushed her panties to the side and ran her middle finger along her bare pussy.

Daya wasn't expecting the direct contact, taking everything in her power to hold back a yelp. She slapped her hand over her own mouth to block the desperate sounds that threatened to spill out. Bosco couldn't help the amused look on her face as she continued to gently stroke her, sliding her finger through her wetness. Daya was gripping the seat of the pew like her life depended on it, her knuckles turning white.

The sermon couldn't possibly end soon enough. As soon as the congregation gave a resounding "Amen", the two of them were out of there. They tried to get out of their seats as hastily as they could without drawing too much attention to themselves, despite a handful of heads turning their way as they left the sanctuary.

As soon as they were out of the main sanctuary and back into the mostly empty lobby, Bosco spotted what looked like a supply closet and quickly dragged Daya inside before anyone could see.

Bosco slammed Daya against the wall and kissed her roughly, making her gasp. She wasted no time getting her hands all over Daya's body, scrunching up her pretty dress up around her waist to get her hands where she needed them. She got a full look at Daya for the first time in the dim light of the closet, seeing the bottom half of her lingerie under her dress. Garters that held up her stockings adorned her delicious thighs, and a sheen of slick coated the space between them. The sight sent a surge of arousal through Bosco as she claimed Daya's mouth with her own once again.

"Such a dirty girl," Bosco mumbled into her lips, "dressing up like a little slut in the house of God."

The choir had resumed their singing after the sermon, the muffled sounds of liturgic songs and hymns coming from the other room. It only added to Daya's guilt that mixed with arousal, reminding her of how wrong, yet so deliciously right, this was.

She whimpered, feeling Bosco's hands squeeze and grab at her. She felt so filthy, but it was so hot at the same time. Bosco slotted one of their thighs between her own as her kisses moved from her mouth to her neck, sucking dark bruises into the sensitive skin.

"Oh God," Daya rocked her hips, trying to get what friction she could. She could feel the hard outline of Bosco’s strap against her hips, the realization that she had it on the whole time making her even wetter than she already was. She was so desperate for more she felt like she might combust if Bosco didn't give her what she needed soon.

"Please," Daya huffed, tugging at Bosco's shirt.

"Please what, angel?"

"Come on,"

"Say it, I wanna hear your filthy words."

"I-I need you,"

"Not good enough for me, baby. Beg for it. Give into the temptation. Tell me what you really want.”

Daya was getting frustrated. She wasn't usually the type to be so vulgar, but Bosco always managed to pull it out of her somehow. She decided to give in, pulling Bosco's hips tighter against her own, whining at the feeling of the bulge in her pants, "Please just fuck me already, I need you inside me so fucking bad," she whined, chest heaving.

"That's what I like to hear," Bosco grinned. She started unbuttoning her own shirt, "You act so innocent and pure, but I know deep down you're just a greedy whore, wanting to be used, to show everyone how much of a sinner you are."

Bosco flipped her around roughly, her front was pressed up against the wall. They yanked her soaked panties down her thighs, leaving her exposed and dripping for them. Daya couldn't prevent a moan from escaping her throat at being tossed around like some kind of toy being used.

Bosco unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down just enough to take the strap she had on out of its confines. She hummed as she teased Daya's entrance with the tip of the dildo. She slid through her arousal before pushing all the way into her, forcing a guttural moan out of her when she bottomed out.

"Shhh, you gotta be quiet, baby. You don't want the whole congregation finding out how much of a slut you are," she said in a gravelly voice. She punctuated her sentence with a sharp snap of her hips, thrusting into Daya and making her moan again, "or, maybe you do."

Bosco started slow, running her hands up and down Daya’s waist and relishing in how it drew strangled sounds from her that she was trying so hard to hold in. The wet sounds that filled the room as she slid in and out of her were obscene, only adding to how heated the whole situation was.

Daya whined needfully, trying to push her hips back into Bosco’s thrusts, “Bosco…need more.”

“More what, baby?” Bosco knew what she was asking for, but loved forcing the words out of her. Corrupting Daya's sweet and innocent mouth with curses and foul language brought them more satisfaction than they cared to admit.

“Just…fuck me harder please,” Daya’s cheeks burned red.

“All you had to do was ask, princess.”

Bosco obeyed her request, building up a quick pace while the sound of skin slapping together filled the small room. Their breathing became labored and low moans escaped between hot breaths on Daya's neck. They reached around, moving their hands up from her waist to fondle her tits from behind, making the taller girl groan.

Daya's hands clung above her head, nails raking along the smooth wall in the absence of something to grasp and cling to while pleasure coursed through her. "Oh my, god, Bosco, Jesus, fuck, so, ah- good,” Daya chanted like a prayer in time with Bosco’s thrusts.

"What would everyone think if they could see you right now?" Bosco growled, still pounding into Daya. "If everyone knew you were in here, bent over and begging for me to fuck you senseless while they all pray to God. Taking me inside your pretty cunt like a whore while they pray for salvation in the next room. You'd probably like that, wouldn't you..."

Daya didn’t answer, too far gone to say anything coherent other than a slight nod and a few incoherent curses and babbles. Suddenly she felt a sharp sting on her skin as Bosco’s hand came down and slapped her hard on the ass, making her yelp.

“Wouldn’t you?” Bosco repeated sternly.

“Y-yes,” Daya mustered, barely able to find the words, “Fuck. I’m yours.”

“Good girl.”

"I'm so close,"

"I know, baby."

Bosco doubled down on her efforts, arousal burning within her at the sight of Daya become such a mess. Watching her be so overcome with pleasure that all thoughts left her brain made Bosco feel dizzy.

"Bosco, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm—"

Bosco reached a hand down to rub her clit fast and hard to send her barreling over the edge. Daya nearly yelled as she came, and Bosco quickly muffled her cries by shoving their fingers into her mouth. Her orgasm hit her hard, and she released herself onto the strap, her cum dripping onto Bosco's pants as she was fucked through it. Bosco watched the muscles in her thighs twitch and her knees buckle from the intensity as she came down.

"God, Daya," Bosco hissed, watching her fall apart.

They both breathed heavily, catching their breath as the muffled sounds of prayer from the sanctuary filled the tiny room once again in the absence of their heated moment.

"I don't think I've ever cum that hard before," Daya remarked with a weak laugh once she regained enough mental function to speak.

Bosco gave a breathless chuckle and turned her around to capture her lips in a deep kiss.

It wasn't long before Daya's hands were wandering lower to where Bosco ached for her. "What do you want, baby?" She asked against her lips.

"Mm, as fucking hot as that was, I'd rather wait til we get home first. I'll give you round two, okay?"

Daya smiled and nodded "Let's get out of here."

Bosco buttoned up her pants and shirt and then helped fix Daya up as best as she could, straightening out her dress, wiping where her mascara had run, and smoothing out her tousled hair with her fingers. Between the wet spot where Daya had dripped on Bosco's pants and the purple hickeys across Daya's neck, it was painfully obvious as to what they had just done. They just hoped no one would see their walk of shame as they walked out.

Bosco cracked open the door to see if they were safe to leave. The lobby had a few more people in it than before, but she figured if they waited too much longer it would only get worse when more people started making their way out. She grabbed Daya by the arm and speed-walked out of the building, keeping their heads down, and getting several dirty looks from people on the way out.

Once out of the building, they couldn't help but giggle, full of mischief and giddiness as they walked hand-in-hand back to the car to head back.

"Told you it would be fun," Bosco gloated.

Daya rolled her eyes in mock-annoyance. "We got so many dirty looks from old church ladies, we'll probably never be allowed back there," she laughed, her cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.

"Whatever, you can't tell me it wasn't worth it. You can show me how much you appreciated it when we get back," Bosco smirked.

"Oh don't worry, I will."

#i hope this was worth the wait heheh😈#warning they fuck in a church lol #i had to google a lot about christianity and church services for this💀#it was fun tho lol #dayasco #prompt #smut #blasphemy au #im going to hell

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evilwickedme · 1 year

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Have you ever felt motivated to write something out of spite? I’ve been getting irritated with some fandom stuff and boy is it motivating for me lol

Lmao yeah a whole bunch of my PUBLISHED fic was written out of spite let alone the half finished projects sitting in my drafts

Okay so firstly my first even long fic Of Three Times Lily Evans Changed Her Mind About James Potter (yeah it's a long name usually I just refer to it as OTT). That fic was written out of frustration with my favorite fic at time (The Life and Times) remaining incomplete - it updated once before I started tenth grade and then literally never finished (she posted what she had written but essentially went from being in the middle of an arc to the end of the whole fic and we didn't even get to see jily getting together I will never not be upset about this @thelordofthecats can confirm this). I also included some personal frustrations in there, notably at the omnipresence of wolfstar in the marauders fandom which I did not and do not ship.

Then there's my first ever spideypool fic, Changes. This was all the way back in 2015, when I had just started reading marvel comics. I really enjoyed the spideypool ship but this was before they even had a team up comic - and while Deadpool clearly had a crush on Spidey, peter couldn't STAND wade and actually quit the uncanny avengers over him. So I was like... Okay here's these two extremely different people. Most of the spideypool fic I've read has peter "fix" wade. What if it was the other way around? What if being in a relationship made Peter worse? So that's what that fic is about. (I think was also partially inspired by @ask-spiderpool 's earlier arcs, I believe, but I don't remember exactly when I stumbled across that comic and I do know I was directly inspired by Uncanny Avengers #1)

A bunch of my Witcher fic was written in response to common geraskier tropes, but I'd have to list like four fics here so just trust me on this one, I did a lot of exploration of their power dynamics here. Also, putting it on the record, I think Geralt's more interesting if he's written as a sub.

Then there's the huge fic I haven't shut up about since September, you know, before and after fic? hang on 'til the chaos is through? So yeah that was written because I kept reading fics where just the act of Tim joining the family early made it so Jason didn't die, and to me that seemed just... Wrong. Jason didn't die because he didn't have a Tim to care about, he loved both Bruce and Alfred. He died because he felt angry and betrayed and more specifically because once he found out that there was somebody else he could love, he wanted so desperately to find her and eventually to save her. It's not that I don't like the fics where that did happen - it's just that I wanted to write one where it specifically didn't. I also don't like when fics about Jason rejoining the batfamily have him learn a lesson about how killing is wrong, nor do I like fics where the Pit makes him insane or whatever. UTRH!Jason is reasonable and calculated and has a very comprehensive and logical life philosophy which I enjoy reading and writing about, even if it's not my personal philosophy. So yeah, that's one of the reasons I wrote that fic (also because I am unhinged about Jason Todd but we knew that).

And FINALLY, we have Under the Pink Hood. I am fully aware that this is maybe my most self indulgent fic ever, but by God am I upset this fic flopped. I am so frustrated with both the source material and honestly the fandom's treatment of Gwen Stacy (the original one). It was when @stackthedeck said that if they bring her back again she should at least pull a Jason Todd that I ended up writing Under the Pink Hood, combining both my blorbos into a fic I'm genuinely so proud of.

Honestly I think some of my best writing has come out of spite and frustration. Fanfic as a whole often is just a production of frustration with the source material, and then if you also have frustration with the fandom or even just one creator then that's double the frustration and a great motivator to write. If you haven't tried your hand at it yet - definitely do it, it's a great outlet and I bet you'll produce some great works!

#gail speaks #this my fic #ask #anonymous #I won't tag the fandoms but go read under the pink hood I promise I'm not just hyping it up I rly do think it's great

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