#not just to play with but really loves you then you become real

[botanicadrabbles]

Hydrangeas'

Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: Hanahaki fic. Established relationship, jealousy, self-doubt, relationship anxiety, blood, vomit.

Part 1

Word count: 1,241

Hell was never some where people actively wanted to end up; Tales of an eternal afterlife of suffering and punishment, when you first arrived in hell that’s what you expected. Opening your eyes to see a… Some what inviting place, was absolutely not what you had expected.

However that was years ago, now you’re helping Charlie with the hotel, no real want to redeem yourself. Charlie always asks you why and you have to just shrug and not really explain, your relationship with her father was a secret and you didn’t know how she would react to him dating someone else other than her mother.

You always heard from Charlie how amazing their love story is and how deeply in love they where, “I mean he still wears her ring” she would say. You always deluded yourself to think the reason he kept it on was because he still was in love with her. That he still solely cared about her, you felt you had no place to tell him he has to take it off, he was grieving the loss of his wife and you have to respect that.

But when with him, and just him. You never felt any pressure to be something different. Dancing around in his flower garden, his arms resting around your waist, yours hanging loosely around his shoulders.

Music was playing softly in the background, post modern jukebox. He always says how he loves more classical and older styled music compared to the new way music was made, but you where born in the early 2000’s and enjoyed the music you grew up with. So you made a deal (though not a magical one) that we only listen to music covered by them so we both get enjoyment out of music while with eachother.

Stopping for a moment you detached from him to look at the garden, that is why you where invited over after all. To see his flower garden, he stays at the hotel but doesn’t trust any of the staff in the palace to actually look after the garden properly so he comes every day to make sure they’re being well looked after.

Lilies…Lilly of the valley… Royal lilly… Spider lilly… His love for Lillith ran deep and you’re no longer sure to yourself if he loves you as much.

“Y/N.. Are you alright? You’ve been looking at the flowers for awhile” He says, his voice is so sweet to you and you’re starting to hate it, you hate how jealous you’re becoming…How possessive. You want people say how in love he seems with you, you want flowers to be planted and taken care of as well as he does as these for you. You want to be more with him.

Ofcourse though, he doesn’t give you much more time to think as he scoops you into his arms, pulling you into a deep hug, lifting you off of the ground. Looking down was a mistake as you realise how quickly and how far you had gone off of the ground now.

Like any sane person you cling onto him worried about falling, souls where a fragil thing, and that’s all you where. A sinner, a lost soul who wasn’t good enough to get into heaven.

You could feel the two of you turning slowly in the air like a ballerina in a music box, scared still you look up at Lucifer and he has the worlds most loving and dotefull eyes. The moment seemed perfect, you hadn’t had a first kiss yet and thought it was now or never you swear you feel him pulling away but then feel the rain coming down, he laughs a bit and despite being confused you laugh along as he carefully but quickly hurries the both of you inside.

You can’t help but smile and laugh more at your circus leader boyfriend’s soaked hair and clothing making him look a bit like a sewer rat. He smiles too and for the first moment since being there today there was no doubt, no anxiety or second thoughts about your relationship with him.

“I’ll go get a towel for you” He says grinning with his sharp teeth you nod in response, “Okay Luce” you say and wonder the foyer into the overtly large dining room, raising your eyebrow at the grand and glaringly expensive dining room.

Lucifer doesn’t take long too come back puting the towel on your damp head for you to dry yourself off with. He takes a seat on the chair in front of you as he grabs your hands..Which forces you to drop the towel and look at him. “You’re so gorgeous Y/N” he’d tell you, you smile. You can’t help it, he has that effect on you. Something about him naturally makes you fall for him, wanting his praise and approval, some type of weird spell was cast on you the day you met him.

You didn’t even realise when you said it, fucking hell you regretted it the moment it came past your lips. You felt his hands retract from his, watched as his face fell and fear take over his previously peaceful and happy expression.

“I love you” is what you said..Regret is what you felt when he reacted that way, hurt is what you felt when he said “I’m sorry?” as if the complete notion of ever being loved by someone was lost on him. He laughed a bit when you didn’t respond, as if your feelings where a joke and what you had said was some type of childish prank.

Your heart ached, it twisted and turned and you where still, frozen in place as your heart begged your brain to start to allow you to move, run away. You can’t deal with him laughing in your face. It hurt. It wasn’t until the vomit crawled up into your throat that you felt your eyes tearing up. The rain didn’t seem to be a concern anymore as your legs moved.

They moved faster than you thought you could ever possibly do. Your own mind washing out the way he called out for you, the concerned voices of the hotel patrons and guests as you ran past and into your room.

You didn’t realise the breath you where holding, the amount of emotions you had until your legs trembled and gave out in your bathroom that was attached to your bedroom. Holding onto the bench you felt the vomit come back up your throat. That horrible feeling of vile burning the back of it until you couldn’t take it anymore and gave in.

As you vomited into the toilet, heaving and gasping for air, feeling as if your lungs where crushing under your ribs. Tears brimming your eyes as you hoped for it to pass.

The metallic taste in your mouth brought you out of the daze, confused you pat your finger tips to the soft skin of your lips.. Blood, there was blood on your lip, looking down at the toilet basin you see some of what you expect, pale vomit.. You didn’t expect to see a mix of blood as well as blue and while hydrangea petals.

You thought to yourself how stupid this was.

This had to be some weird curse, you read about it when you where alive. It was fictional right?

Well…Fiction is always based on some type of truth..

#lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #x reader

[definedareasofuncertainty]

hi frienddd❤️ (im totally gonna spam your ask box but feel free to choose whichever lyric you wanna use)

guilty as sin

messy top lip kiss , how i long for our trysts

without ever touching his skin , how can i be guilty as sin

Also for @galvanizedfriend who asked for these lyrics too

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She wasn’t doing anything wrong.

In fact, she wasn’t even doing anything. It wasn’t as if she had acted upon any of the… interesting ideas her brain had decided to come up with to torment her late at night. She would chalk it all up to some temporary insanity and, honestly, given the amount of trauma and stress she had gone through ever since she had literally died and come back as a creature of nightmares… it wasn’t as if she could be blamed.

Right?

Caroline held back a sigh, slumping in her chair as she gripped tight onto the table, careful not to break it in her frustration. She could leave. She should leave. Except… she had decided being home all alone was too dangerous given the directions her mind had started to wander, and she could really use the distraction of being around other people.

If only the person she was trying to distract herself from hadn’t decided on a night out as well.

Klaus was shooting pool, out of all things. His siblings playing against him. It seemed almost unreal watching these creatures who seemed to be older than time squabbling and bickering. But what looked very real was Klaus’ backside every time he leaned towards the table.

She bit her lowerlip, her traitorous eyes refusing to look away. God. This was getting ridiculous.

Awful, despicable men who ran her (now ex) boyfriend out of town should not have perfect shoulder-to-waist ratio. Their shirts should not cling to their biceps like that. And they most definitely weren’t allowed to have curls like an angel’s falling over their forehead like that.

She watched as he threw some barb or another after a perfect shot, transfixed. And her gaze must have been burning holes into his back, because he turned around, searching her. And curving his lips into the most sinful smirk when he caught her staring.

Caroline bit down a groan.

He was awful. Terrible. Disgusting. She had to remember that.

Even if Tyler was off to god knows where with god knows who. Even if he had broken up with her through a phone call. Even if her bed felt far too empty and lonely and cold. And even if her mind had become particularly creative and convincing and really, what would a thousand years of experience even feel like?

And maybe, if she just went there once to get this itching done with, she could get this out of her head and move on and-

Nope. Not going there.

She forced herself to close her eyes, even as her breath quickened, images pouring in her brain in flashes of kisses and entangled limbs and the overwhelming scent of him. And-

Caroline opened her eyes to find Klaus sitting across from her at her table, a knowing smile on his lips.

“Good evening, love.”

#klaroline #klaroline fanfic #klaroline fanfiction #heatherstyles #thank you so much for the prompt ❤️ #guilty as sin was the first song in the album I immediately thought was PERFECT for kc #and yep still doing these 😭 #i just havent had much time

[teencopandthesourwolf]

so i'm supposed to be working on my sterek wip—and i am! i wrote about 1k today—but bc of all you lovely mutual's and folk i follow now also into buddie (main culprits being @inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius and @angela-feelstoomuch) and ofc bc of bi!buck confirmed, i've started ploughing through 911 over the last few weeks like a bloodhound chasing a rabbit through the woods and have consequently, inevitably, started a buddie wip. fml. anyways, it's all your lot's fault so here, have just under 1k of my first buck pov buddie quarantine wip and everyone pls forgive my adhd writing brain lol.

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Eddie was so fucking drunk. And it wasn't really either of their faults.

Because daytimes? When they weren't on shift? They were easy.

In the daytime there was just so much stuff to do with Christopher. So many games to play and so many cool things Buck was finding he could teach the little guy. And there were things that Christopher was teaching Buck, too, like, did you know that a crocodile can't stick out its tongue? Because Buck didn't, not until Christopher told him. And how cool is that?

The three of them—Buck, Christopher and Eddie—had started a Strip Jack Naked tournament and they now played it every night that he and Eddie were home, just before bath and bedtime stories. Turns out Christopher loved card games, and loved the rude name given to Buck and Maddie's childhood favourite even more, because what ten year old wouldn't? There was obviously zero stripping involved; Buck didn't even know why it was called what it was called, only that it was super fun, and just about easy enough for Christopher to learn but not so easy he'd get bored too fast, y’know? And what was funny was that the little dude hadn't even won a single round yet, and that somehow hadn't seemed to deter the slugger in his efforts one bit. Quite the opposite, actually. He'd warned, “Just you two wait,” and had this look on his face that said he was determined to become a grandmaster and beat Buck at his own game—or, even better, beat his Dad and win the prize of Eddie having to tidy Christopher's room for a week (a suggestion of Buck's that Eddie had not been overjoyed about).

In turn, Buck and Eddie had now lost countless games of Mario Kart to the kid; been repeatedly humiliated at Pictionary (the kiddie version); and each had the least amount of kudos points for Misfits, a game that Eddie apparently used to play with his sisters. It was another drawing-type one, where each player took a body section on their turn—head, torso and arms, or legs and feet—and then folded the paper over to hide the result until everyone was done and Christopher would unfold the paper and they'd all cry with laughter at the results. Misfits didn't even technically have any winners or losers, but hey, try telling Christopher that.

Evenings, though? The few hours left between Christopher's bedtime and Eddie and Buck turning in for the night? They were tougher.

Tough on Buck, at least.

See, he'd had this dream, a few weeks back. A dream about—well.

About Eddie.

In the dream, Buck had been washing the dishes in Eddie and Chris's apartment after Eddie had made another attempt at cooking his abuela's delicious Barbacoa recipe (Buck had tasted the real deal once when Isabel had come to stay and Eddie had invited Buck over to dinner), and Eddie had suddenly crowded into him from behind, crushing the length of his body up against Buck's back and reaching around to circle soft but firm hands around Buck's wet wrists. Startled and confused, Buck had open opened his mouth to say something when Eddie had placed his hot mouth onto the sensitive spot on Buck's neck, just below his right ear and—

Buck had woken abruptly, writhing and twitching and groaning, jizz spilling all over his freshly changed bed sheets.

After that, evenings were a challenge.

They were now made up of all the usual fun and dumb stuff that Buck and Eddie got up to, plus the occasionally deeper topics in their lives that they both seemed to struggle with but tried their best to share with each other, but there was also Don't look too long at Eddie's hands, and Don't look at Eddie's mouth while he speaks, and Don't check out Eddie's ass in those jeans I'd told him he should definitely buy when the shops were still open and the world hadn't yet gone to shit and I wasn't losing my damn mind.

Buck had moved into Eddie and Chris's place when Quarantine hit because it had just made sense, and over the course of the last six months he had somehow managed to fall in lust with his best friend.

So, times when they both had tomorrow off work, and when the confinement got to be a little too much, they would drink. Sometimes a little too much. One of them always stayed relatively sober though, just in case Chris needed something in the night, and tonight, Buck had been allowing Eddie to enjoy himself because the guy hardly ever really let his hair down, and he deserved to.

Eddie got giggly when he drank Tequila, Buck noticed.

They'd already sunk a few beers prior to cracking open the bottle of Cazadores Reposado, and after Buck had stopped at two shots but Eddie had continued, Eddie had become progressively loose and was now starting to giggle like a frickin schoolgirl. Which, embarrassingly, seemed to be doing things to Buck—not that Buck had a thing for school girls, jesus no, it was just that Eddie sounding so soft and vulnerable and happy was something that apparently really did it for Buck.

Fuck his life.

The guy also got very touchy-feely on tequila, too.

They'd migrated from the kitchen table to sitting so close to each other on the sofa that they were permanently touching, as well as all the times Eddie kept nudging his shoulder further into Buck's and squeezing his hand on Buck's knee. Then his thigh.

Seriously, fuck Buck's life.

The way Eddie had gotten so comfortable with touching Buck was becoming a majorly uncomfortable situation for Buck to have to deal with. Not because Buck didn't want the attention, but because he really fucking did.

And that was a problem, for a few reasons.

Reason one was that Buck wasn't gay, and didn't really understand these feelings he was having.

Reason two was, as far as Buck knew, Eddie wasn't gay either.

Reason three (and Buck's biggest fear) was Buck being terrified of losing what he had with Eddie. He loved Eddie, and Christopher, and he was pretty sure they loved him back—and he certainly wasn't about to let his rabid and confusing libido ruin any of that.

Drunk Eddie, though? It seemed Drunk Eddie really had it in for Buck tonight.

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fingers crossed i can finish it before buck goes insane! xp

#here we go! #buddie #buddie wip #buddie fic #pov buck #evan buckly #eddie diaz #911 #911 fic #lemons #wet dream #coming untouched #drunk!eddie #alcohol #tcats writes #teencopandthesourwolf #plus buddie lol

[fightclubgayporn]

please ignore how wonky the composition is LOL. i was inspired by @lakesparkles and his gravespowers swap au, soo. i decided to make a (kind of) similar one with sandra and envy!! its far less of a swap au and much more of just. what if envy's exes did the league instead of ramona's exes. a better explanation under the cut!!

so in this, ramona and scott (probably?) never met because scott went joker mode after the breakup with envy. he formed the “league” as a revenge plot but none of the other exes take it as seriously as he does. they’re mostly just there to bitch and, in julie and gideon’s case, have weird evil date night with each other

julie doesnt even really count herself as one of envys exes, but she’ll never turn down the opportunity to be a bitch, or to be a bitch with her boyfriend. she made out with envy in college like twice when they were roommates so she technically counts

scott and envy's relationship plays out pretty much how it does in canon, except instead of wallowing and eventually getting over it, scott gets super trapped in his head, and ends up merging with nega scott, except not in a "im accepting my past!" way, in a "i am never going to change and in fact i am going to become worse" way. he just sort of self-isolates and stews in anger until he hears about the clash at demonhead breaking up, when he gets the idea for the league. speaking of which.

todd and envy get back together after she breaks up with scott (its the same as in canon basically) except instead of todd cheating on her with lynette, envy cheats on him with lynette. for envy, it's just a way for her to release a little stress and cope with the fact that she's not happy in her relationship, but lynette sees it as an actual relationship. she'd been pining for envy ever since the band formed, and so when envy finally propositions her, it's like a dream come true. until todd finds out and envy defends herself by saying that lynette didn't mean anything to her, ruining her relationship with both of them and breaking up the band. todd and lynette hate each other now. todd hates lynette for sleeping with his girlfriend and lynette hates todd because he "got to envy before she could." and they both hate envy because she broke their hearts. (todd was never all that in love with her, he saw the relationship as more of a status thing, but like, it still sucks to get cheated on lmfao)

gideon and envy's relationship is pretty similar to in the comics? after the band broke up, she decided to pursue a solo career under gideon's label. it was all very nebulous and they never were officially dating or in a relationship or anything but it wasn't. normal. envy was into him, but only really into the status and the money. he was sort of who she wanted to be. gideon didn't particularly care about her, but he liked having control, and she was something he had control over. it was all very weird and undefined and toxic and she left his label and decided to become an independent musician. yayy

which leads us to the present, where envy and sandra meet after one of envy's shows. sandra is there with monique (duh) but also with stacey and idk. comeau i guess. he knows everyone. stacey and envy are still friends despite scott, and so envy joins them after the concert and sandra's pretty much instantly in love. she already had a celebrity crush on envy, but having her be Real and There just solidified it. she asks envy out that night (albeit very desperately and awkwardly) and envy figures, why not. oops the relationship kinda goes great and the gossip pipeline of stacey -> julie -> gideon -> scott happens and now. sandra has to fight envy's 5 evil exes! or at least, like, three of them. whatever

god that was longer than i thought it would be. if you read all that a) thank you and b) sorry

#fcgp art #scott pilgrim vs the world #spvtw #scott pilgrim comics #julie powers #gideon graves #goosepowers #well its really more #scott pilgrim #gravespowers #nega scott #sandra #envy adams #envandra #sandradams #lynette guycott #todd ingram

[kentucky-fried-thea]

the velveteen rabbit be like "folks I actually do need to BeReal"

#what is real #does it mean having thing that buzz inside you and a stickout handle? #real jdnt how you are made #its a thing #that happens to you. when a child loves you for a really long time #not just to play with but really loves you then you become real #does it hurt? #sometimes #when you sre real you dont mind being hurt. #does it happen all at once like being wound up? #said the skin horse. #the velveteen rabbit #imma type the book until i run out of characters just to prove i have it memorized #here was a velveteen rabbit and in the beginning he was very splendid. he was fat and bunchy as a rabbit should be his coat was spotted bro #wn and white he had real thread whiskers and his ears were lined with pink satin. on christmas morning when he sat wedged in the top of the #boy's stocking with a sprig of holly between his paws #the effect was charming. there were other things in the stocking: nuts and oranges and a toy engine and chocolate almonds and a clockwork m #ouse but the rabbit was quite the best of all. for at least two hours the boy loved him #and then aunts and uncles came to dinner and there was a great rustling of tissue paper and unwrapping of parcels and in the excitement of #looking at all the new presents the velveteen rabbit was forgotton. christmas morning: for a long time he lived in the toy cupoard or on th #e nursery floor and noone thought very much abiut him. he was naturally shy and being only made of velveteen some of the more expensice toy #s quite snubbed him. the mechanicsl toys were very superior and looked doen on everyone else they were full of modern ideas and pretended #they were real. the model boat who had lived through two seasons and lost most of his paint caught the tone from them and never missed an o #pportunity to refer to his rigging in technical terms. the rabbit could not claim to be a model of anything for he didnt know that real rab #bits existed. he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust like himself and he understood thag sawdust was quite out of date and should ne #ver be mentioned in modern circles. even timithy the jointed wooded lion who was made by the disabled soldiers and should have had broader #views put on airs and pretended he was connected with government. between them all the poor little rabbit was made to feel himself very ins #ignificant and commonplace and the onlt person who was kind to him at all was the skin horse. the skin horse had lived longer in the nurser #y than any of the others. he was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams undernwath and most of the hairs in hi #s tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaxes. he was wise for he had seen a long succession of toys arrive to boast and swagger and

[introspectivememories]

i miss when the main personality trait for dabi was "even tho we have differing goals and wildly different ways of achieving it, know that you're my little sibling and i will always love you" and then the reveal came and hori was like "you stupid fucking idiot, you really thought you could have big bro!dabi?? he fucking hates them you idiot"

#it used to be dabi taking care of his siblings in secret #now it's just pain #i miss when big bro!dabi was real to us #now every time i see fanart with big bro!dabi all i feel is an immense amt of sadness #also disclaimer #ik he doesn't really hate them and is just unable to move past his childhood thereby dooming to retrace his steps over and over again with #no respite and there are a lot of other factor that played into touya becoming dabi but please this is just a lil post #can you tell i love the todoroki family drama? #todofam #todoroki touya #dabi #bnha

[hanzajesthanza]

some terrible part of me wants to comparatively analyze the reynevan/jutta sex scenes VS the birkart/douce sex scenes as good VS evil…

it’s about the worship of VS subjugation of…

#sapkowski kind of kinkshamed with that he said no rights for S/M LMAO #no before you know it there will be people who are like ‘he’s my joker and i’m his harley quinn’ but with the wallcreeper and douce of pack #dude how the black riders slowly start becoming less of a supernatural force and more of a just general banditry and sadists #and how the wallcreeper gets WAY more context and backstory compared to the two previous books #that being said when he and douce um… met for the first time #i reread it like thrice trying to ascertain if this was r*pe or not #and then i realized it doesn’t really matter because. evil. that’s why #like what happens when two murderous sadists throw themselves at each other. that. that’s what #honestly i was very happy that douce of pack showed up and played a part and wasnt just forgotten about #she made my blood run cold in her introduction in warriors of god so i’m just happy that she met her equal and also suffered horribly ❤️ #dude when she’s fucking crying for help to not be left alone and birkart is like. ✌️bird form see ya #like contrasted with reynevan and jutta. as she. oh my god #i am loving the contrast actually it took him like this long to make the wallcreeper like a guy and not just a phantom #i mean you kind of see it in warriors of god too but. its kind of this awkward part where it feels inconsistent with the character #dude the way that over the three books everything just loses its sheen and becomes so real and painful #txt #hussite trilogy spoilers

[northern-passage]

do you rec god of war (from what you've played)? i've been looking for new rpgs to play but i feel like im 50/50 on this game

so for ragnarok, i haven't really played too much yet to have a real opinion, i've literally only played about 2 hours, and a lot of it has been cutscenes setting up the narrative (like a lot of cutscenes. i was surprised but i'm into it because i like my games with a juicy story. i have seen others complain about this though but i'm withholding judgement since i know i'm still early on and the game is clearly easing me into the story, and i haven't even gotten into the "open world" part yet) BUT that said i have enjoyed what i've played so far.

as for god of war, the first one from 2018, i haven't played it in a few years but i would still 100% recommend! i have some criticisms of that game but nothing major, just that i felt like the characterization of atreus was inconsistent and some aspects of his character arc felt shoehorned in (i can't really say specifics without spoilers)... however i can still excuse it as him just being a kid, and overall the game is really fun and i do still like the story and relationship between kratos and atreus, and all of that outweighs the mild criticism. the combat with the leviathan axe is literally my all-time favorite combat in any game, i love it so much. they did a really good job making both the axe and kratos himself feel very heavy and powerful.

also the character designs are really good. i've been losing my mind over thor in ragnarok so far, and i really like freya (who is in both games) and all of the valkyries. the regions you get to explore are fun, the "fish out of water" greek god dealing with norse gods is interesting, and i like that the core of the narrative in the first game is very mundane, despite everything else that happens. and with the sequel, it feels organic, like the 2018 game clearly set up ragnarok with the way it ended so i do feel confident in ragnarok even though i haven't played much.

i've never played any of the previous god of war games so i can't say anything about those, i went into the 2018 one pretty much blind and only knowing that kratos was the god of war, though i did eventually skim some wiki pages but even then i still have minimal knowledge of kratos' history. which honestly kind of adds to it, for me personally, at least. we know he's done terrible things, we get glimpses of it through kratos' memories, but it's in the past and now he's trying to be better.

so if any of that sounds interesting, you should check it out :-)

#like kratos is trying but he's not successful (so far) #controversial opinion but kratos isnt like joel or logan because kratos is a really bad father lmfao #it's not the same as logan and joel suddenly becoming the guardians of random children #kratos IS atreus' father for real and he knew about him #but i think that's what makes their relationship interesting esp playing from kratos perspective #and again obviously even w/o playing previous games we know that kratos has been through a lot #and has done terrible things and has had terrible things done to him #and we can see him trying to break the cycle. i don't think he can do it but i do think that atreus can #also one more thing irt 'too many cutscenes' since im not too far in i really cant say if there's 'too many' #im not really sure if there is a thing as 'too many' when you are trying to tell a story. which is clearly what god of war is doing #so don't go in expecting cod or some shit idk lmfao. people use video games to tell stories. it's a storytelling medium #sometimes... the game needs to tell the story #and you just have to listen #you know? #ANYWAYS. this has become a real gamer blog the last few days... i just love discussing. bideo game #thanks for humoring me lmfao #ask #savagious

[maddy-ferguson]

the way men (including queer men) don't watch women-centric media is so crazy to me

#some of them outright refuse to and some of them just don't. the thought of watching them just doesn't cross their mind #in fandoms for shows featuring queer men/mlm ship fandoms you have a LOT of women and a lot of sapphics #there's the fetishisation stuff but you know. for shows like young royals and like...bylers a lot of us just relate a lot because we're #queer ourselves #but for lesbian ships it's literally ALWAYS women it's always sapphics themselves #and it's probably because men in general just don't care about stories that aren't about men (because they're taught not to whatever i'm #not blaming them really. i mean i am but it's mostly an observation) #and they'll admit to it willingly one female character when she's a love interest is fine but if she has a personality and idk a friend oh #that's already pushing it #and i was thinking about that a few months ago and kept thinking about how stranger things could never have been centered on a group of #girls #it probably wouldn't have been made at the time (not like the show's that old but you know) and it never would've become the cultural #phenomenon it is now. because half the population wouldn't have pressed play #and also i know grown men would've said the nastiest suff about a 12-year-old girl going missing because they actually do that in real life #when young girls go missing #and like i say: brf slt

[alleybats-cat]

Considering the city's DA died in The Batman, I imagine Harvey Dent will be in the second Reeves Batman movie.

#he should be played by christian and not become two-face until movie 3 btw #i think it would be neat to have a whole movie w Harvey Dent and not have him become two-face until the next movie :) #harvey dent deserves to be a good man and want to change gotham for the better and be pals w the waynes and understand batmans mission #i want to see badass lawyer harvey dent who helps mayor bella real to show real change in gotham #it would be sweet (well. it would be terrible really but) to see two-face kinda destroying his own progress. i mean . wait no bc tbats. #well. narratively? you feel me? but i suppose what i really eant too is reeves to have the audacity to let characters chanfe #if we see harley ever i want her to be herself. dr harleen quinzel. and by herself i mean unaffected by the joker #a good therapist who also helps the city and is trusted by bruce AND batman. #i really just wanna see harley and bruce being friends #also!!!! single dad bruce!!!!! #sigh. i have lots of wants for the next movie and probably none will happen. #matt reeves of anyone on the team for this movie uh if you see this and use it can i uh get $100 and credit and uuuuh a ticket to the #premiere please. thanks :) #maybe more than $100 but . n... we can talk about that later. #lol anywho #harvey dent #two face #no really i dont know much about harvey but please for the love of god let people be good and acheive their goals and then crash n burn #yanno? ok. im done now

[heartburstings]

do u ever see comments on posts and artwork full of effort and thought and passion etc and like. think about that post that talks about how people have the darndest time interacting with art without trying to crack a joke about it. is it really so boring to take someone's art seriously? is it necessary to demean someone's efforts, however unintended, for a 'joke' that consists of you being like "ooOOoOh how weird lol!!" like i don't want or mean to be a killjoy. but i think about that post a lot. like y do u need to add a punchline to something that doesn't need one. who asked u. why does it need to be funny. and u don't even have the decency to acknowledge its merit ;/

#wynn speaks #don't get me wrong i love being silly it's 1 of my most valued traits #but like. idk. #imagine seeing a genuinely cool animation of how a feathered dinosaur might look in a jurassic park-esque movie #and you comment that it looks like a big bird creepypasta. like rlly u couldn't keep that to urself? #sorry it's probably not that serious. i'm just extremely petty and that comment annoyed me and now i am in my petty mode #i went to check the artist out (they're on twitter @wobblyworks) and turns out dinosaurs is their Whole Thing #tbh the feathered dino animation reminds me of like #so i went to this science museum to chaperone my little sister n her classmates and they had this fun li'l thing #where a guy was in basically a full-body puppet which was a feathered t-rex #and they treated it like a 'real' t-rex while talking abt dino facts #they let kids throw a light ball at it to 'play' w it it was very cute #and like you could See the puppetteer u could see their legs and shoes and stuff #but even middle schoolers were able to look past that and see how genuinely fucking cool that was! #like yes they made jokes abt the sneakers and how a human crawled out the rex when the show was over and they had to put the suit away #but they were in so much genuine aw it was rlly cute. and it makes sense bc the suit was really well made! it had a moving mouth/jaw #and i wouldn't be surprised if it had a mechanism to blink its eyes #but i digress #i'm not saying that u can Only interact with art with complete seriousness. like jokes r fine #but idk. becomes a problem when that is the only way u interact with art. and also if you're unfunny and personally annoy me #and i'm not saying that person is the kind of person to do that. bc idk them. i'm just like #kind of annoyed with seeing repeat instances of comments that r like 'hmm this art... what if i made it about how funny i am!'' #i say kind of but then i look up and there is an entire wall of tags that r just me griping about it and a detour about a dino puppet suit #sorry besties i just needed to get that out of my system ily <3 #btw the dude's part of a project/kickstarter called 'forgotten bloodlines' #and it seems to be an animated documentary about prehistoric creatures #i recommend u check out the trailer it looks soo cool

[fantasyoverreality98]

now I remembered why I’m not supposed to consume/think about too much angst

#it creates a monster #the plot point I just came up with for my wip is amazing and is going to hurt my own feelings #falling in love with a ghost is about to become something I’ve written #didn’t think it would be here we are #thank you a route for inspiring me to become angsty again #but now the real struggle is choosing between playing the other routes and working on my wip #it’s been YEARS since I’ve had it within me to commit to writing #and I don’t want to waste this inspiration #but also I really really want to play my other routes #if only I didn’t need sleep #or didn’t have to work #alright fine I’ll try to split my time #first half of tomorrow I’ll do some reading and then I’ll write and then I’ll read some more #sounds like a plan to me #ahhh I’m excited that I actually want to write though #maybe if this keeps going I’ll finally get around to writing the twc fic I’ve been contemplating for like a year #who knows the future is full of endless possibilities #but first I think it’s time for me to go to sleep #wow there’s a lot of typos in here just ignore them

[metacove]

strangle the fear. I want to hear about the blorbos

💓💓

My Number One blorbo, my main squeeze, my second in command, and my silliest rabbit is called Nathan Camelli.

He pretty much grew up with me, or vice versa, so his story begins when he's 12 years old and living with his sister, Cleo. They quickly come to believe that their parents have been abducted under the premise of an all-expenses business trip. After trying to follow their parents to warn them, Nate and Cleo are promptly apprehended by agents and tossed into a portal to Hell and essentially left there to die.

They try to blend in by joining a tour led by a friendlyish demon named Mark. On the tour, Nate manages to stumble into the middle of an assassination attempt. Given that he now knows too much, he and his sister are conscripted into the organization that had been plotting the assassination and are put to work as agents to hunt down the monsters that the organization has lost track of. One particular fight with a werewolf leaves Cleo in a coma, and when she regains consciousness it is because of her newly discovered lycanthropy. They are finally able to return home, years after they had left, and find that their real parents are still missing and that their master bathroom is completely empty except for a large, heavy standing mirror that acts as a portal to another dimension.

The two inevitably part ways as Cleo struggles to control her lycanthropy and Nate, unbeknownst to her at the time, had attempted to sell his soul to save someone's life. Believing that he is soulless and akin to a demon, Nate returns to hell and builds himself a tree house to live in (yeah). He discovers that he possesses latent magical abilities, and he pushes himself to excel as quickly as possible with them to the point of frequently burning himself out. All the while, a group of mysterious individuals from his past are impersonating his family and attempting to take over his life, discrediting him at every turn. In the middle of all of this, two younger teenagers that have heard of his past have come to his tree house and asked for his help preventing what could be the end of the world, determined by the choices of another teenage boy that he's never met that allegedly needs their assistance. He uses his magic to protect the group and his experience to guide them as one of four informal leaders, alongside a teenage vigilante named Josh, the Mothman and her wife (yes).

Pushing himself against the grindstone, his spellcasting begins to take a toll on him. Believing that he is soulless, irredeemable and unwanted, he begins to morph into the monster that he already believes himself to be. In a last ditch effort to stop all of this, he travels into the past to convince his past self to take a different path and, now completely unrecognizable, only succeeds in scaring his younger self into exactly what kicked all of this off to begin with. With the help of his sister and her friends, he's brought back to the present and is detransformed, just in time to aid the child of prophecy and his friends in preventing a catastrophe, and to retire to the Underworld and settle down.

For now.

#read more because it gets kind of long! #first of all thank you!! for real!! i'm still screaming about this #i've said so much and yet you don't even know that he never has a phone because he's always doing shit like putting them in the toaster #(on *accident*) #it was for real on accident but how many ways can you mistakenly break technology (the answer is of course a Lot) #his childhood pet was a goldfish named Danny that he won playing ring toss #he thinks it's cool to add the letter z to words that do not originally have the letter z in them #he loves jackets and he's constantly collecting them and using them for unintended purposes like trying to stop cute guys from bleeding out #the other characters mentioned are also my ocs but this would become the longest post in the world if I mentioned them all by name #the idea is that they're all connected in the same universe even if they aren't directly interacting #and in this era of ocs which i've been calling the Domino Kids everyone comes together in the end to help this demigod named Jack #it's because of like . the domino effect and how their world is hurtling towards catastrophe but nothing has changed to stop it except them #and not like because they really like pizza or something (even though they do. they're my ocs after all) #thanks for the ask!! and giving me the opportunity to talk about something I've been thinking about for years #also if you read all these tags i think we just became best friends #cataclyzmkid

[zevranunderstander]

okay i finished playing ddlc and it was really fucking nice, it sucked i already knew like 2 of the biggest twists but it still was so fucking good

#myposts #idk it was really fucking good #especially the moment when yuri kills herself and you stare at her corpse for literal 3 days? #and like monika going *oh lol sorry what a bother* #and like. the way the girls were all these standard dating sim characters at first #and then they slowly turn into characters youd never see in an anime dating game #and the way the old dialogue is sometimes only really lightly changed or like old dialogue plays out the same way as before #but is now really starkly contrasted by everything else happening around you being so fucked up #i wish i could have played this game knowing absolutely nothing about it and also #i wish i had played it before i played inscryption and omori bc i think both of those games do obviously take inspiration from ddlc #and i think inscryption especially builds on the whole *the game falling apart* and *accessing your personal data* parts #and like REALLY does a lot with that #and omori goes into the whole *a lovely story slowly becoming very horrifing and real* direction #and also does really excel at that #and its so cool to see the game that probably was the inspiration for both of these #but also it made the glitch effects / the fact that monika just says your actual name and stuff like that #a bit less surprising or scary bc at this point everyone already did it #but the game still is amazing bc like the horror isnt the whole selling point of the game #but the narrative slowly deconstructing the whole genre is. and the effects support that narrative #and it all works so well together #the poems #the overall cutesy-ness of the game #the glitches not only being *scary* but also *ruining your fun* when you want to just date cute girls #i really loved how much time they put into actually building up the dating sim aspect #and actually made you care for the story and stuff before they went in with the horror part and shit

[majimassqueaktoy]

It does make me laugh that pretty much every cop introduced in this series vaguely sucks- like they aren't really good cops? they break the rules all the time but when they follow the rules that isn't really any better... Like yeah. That tracks.

#Karou seemed promising and then she was like Lmao Imma fuck this YAKUZA #also was vaguely maybe if not a functioning alcoholic def had an unhealthy relationship with it- which I actually loved! #Made her more real- like shes this young buck detective I thought she was gonna be cliched and hyper competent #but she was kinda wild and she went and got drunk and played arcade games and all in all was just A Bit Messy #actually really fun. I like the idea that she leaves eventually just like Date did but becomes a grizzled P.I and is having exciting #adventures WITH ryuji bc he didnt actually die #Tanimura straight up was a severe gambling addict and that wasnt ever really addressed which ???? #I liked his heritage being apart of his story and how he was a big brother/friend to everyone in little asia #but yeah the lack of anything happening about his genuine addiction and also the fact he def was doing dodgy shit was... uh. something. #maybe thats why hes gone- he got fired #Date. well you guys know about Date. #very funny

[doctorweebmd]

i want to write something new :(

#its been nearly a month since zero sum finished... #i really really miss it #i thought this would make me more productive with work stuff but it really hasn't #now i'm just looking for new distractions like reading or playing video games or just staring at my phone......... #i had a more formed idea for an original book-thing but that feels like too much of a project to start working on #its about a girl who grew up in a town where nobody dies and she somehow gets the task of becoming the new reaper #and it takes us through her killing people she loves #like her parents and her lover #and finally after everyone else is gone she kills herself #and thats what ends the 'curse' on the city and new life is born again #obviously its all a metaphor about how life has meaning because there is an end #and how sometimes letting go of things in your life is necessary for progress #and sometimes 'killing' the part of yourself that holds you back is the only way to live #it would be relatively short and something akin to '5 people you meet in heaven' #or 'veronika decides to die' which is still my favorite book #but man does the idea of working on a real independent project scare the crap out of me lol #what i really want it more bkdk #come on you little anime boys give me the serotonin