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alexfromjersey · 7 months

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𝓓𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓼 & 𝓕𝓪𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼

jenna ortega x g!poc

summary: jah submits a demo. jenna gets questioned by hudson. fans start to piece things together

warnings: mature language

a/n: I want to quit my job 🙂. I wish we got paid to write fanfiction. I walked 14,987 steps in one single shift

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@modernbussywhip: AIGHT I NEED EVERYONE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND PAY ATTENTION TO ME

@ghostridingwhip: aggressive for wat tho?

@modernbussywhip: SSSHHHHHH I HAVE NEW INFO BOUT JAH'S MYSTERY GIRL! I have two potential candidates and please note that one of them is a little bit of a surprise

@highondatgreen: i thought it was clear that I'm Jah's girl

@ghostridingwhip: @highondatgreen whatever u smoke...slide some over here

@ghostridingwhip: @modernbussywhip who are the candidates 👀

@modernbussywhip: ALRIGHT CLASS IS IN SESSION. Now like I said i have two candidates but it could be more cuz we all know Jah is a hoe...a respectable one tho but i digress.

@modernbussywhip: CANDIDATE NUMERO UNO: Stacey Vernon, a popular social media influencer on TikTok. She has a twin sister Diana and with Davis, they all attended school together (as she has mentioned in a TikTok video). They were together at Stacey's birthday party not too long ago and even though Jah shut the rumors down of them being together...we never know when it comes to Shiesty.

@fnthechat: geeeeezzzzz if this Jah's girl....

@behindthespecialk: I love jah but there's no way jah bagged her

@shiestylover: @behindthespecialk: whoa whoa not u doubting my girl's ability to bag bad bitches. you must not seen her roster 😏

@behindthespecialk: HOW?!?! @sheistylover

@shiestylover: she just built like that 😏

@modernbussywhip: LMAOOO while we can admire the untouchable rizz Jah has later....we should move on to candidate numero dos because this one...is a little out there but plausible.

@modernbussywhip: CANDIDATE NUMERO DOS: we all know her, we all love her and it's Miss Jenna Ortega. Now now now before everyone start think pieces just look at my evidence ok come come....evidence number one back when the Scream 6 premiere happened Jah accompanied Davis to it. I'm 95% sure that's where they first met because Jah didn't go to Canada while Davis was filming Scream 6. 1/4

@modernbussywhip: we all saw jenna appear in Jah's vlog...the eye contact, the sexual tension, everything was there between them. But fast forward a couple of hours later, a fan posted a pic with jenna who was at a restaurant and in the pic u can see a tattooed arm and it's the same tattoos Jah has! 2/4

@modernbussywhip: CONTINUE TO WALK WITH ME! Fast forward more, they follow each other on Instagram and as a jenna fan also...that girl avoids that app like the bubonic plague EXCEPT for when Jah posts...every single post of jah has a jenna like...i don't think jenna even likes her mother's posts so for her to only be on Instagram liking Jah's posts....my spidey senses are tingling 3/4

@modernbussywhip: ALMOST DONE! now we always mess with jah on her Reddit so lately it's been nothing but pics and edits of jenna on it...NOT ONCE has she told anyone to stop sending pics and edits of jenna. AND every time she looks at one...her eyes lights up and she starts to smile and blush! Plus after the Met Gala, Jenna stayed in New York...why did she stay in New York?? Jenna's from Cali across the fucking country and she was seen around the Bronx area....YALL NOT FOOLING ME! 4/4

@fnthechat: if jah managed to bag the baddiest scream queen in existence...imma need her to write a book about how to generate THAT much rizz

@ghostridingwhip: fr...that's like level 100 rizz...past Duke Dennis level of rizz

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"Man this is the fucking FIFTH studio I called today and none of them got availability tonight" You groaned out of frustration.

"Why you wait until the last minute to call these studios?" Delyse questioned.

"Well I just signed up for the contest. It was a spur of the moment thing I didn’t really think it through." You said.

Delyse hummed in response and turned her attention back to the food on the stove.

"We can see if Kenny still got his home studio. I think he still live on 33rd" Davis said.

"Bet let's go. We'll be back Ma" You said to your mother and left with Davis.

"You got a song you gonna record?" Davis asked.

"Yeah I wrote it a long time ago. I made the beat and everything" You smiled.

Soon the two of you made it to Kenny's house. You walk into the building and climb up the three flights of stairs, remembering that his elevator never worked. You got to his door and knocked on it.

You waited patiently and slightly out of breath. You knocked again, "Yo Kenny it's me Jah."

Suddenly, the door was ripped opened and a furious looking woman stood there with a crying baby on her hip.

"Uh is Kenny here?" You asked.

The woman laughed sadistically, "Of course you're looking for Kenny. Kenny left four months ago with a skank from Brooklyn."

You and Davis looked at each other stuck on what to say.

"Um...you don't happen to still have his studio equipment?" You asked carefully.

"Nope. I burned it. I burned everything of his" The woman replied.

"Okay thanks" You both gave her a small smile and walked away from Kenny's former apartment. The two of you left the building with you feeling utterly defeated.

"What the fuck am I gonna do? I have to submit this demo by 11:59 tonight" You sighed.

"Don't stress bruh we gon' figure something out. Trust" Davis reassured you. You nodded and took a deep breath in to calm your body down.

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London, England

1:23 am

Jenna had just got to her temporary home after a long day of filming. She was exhausted and was glad she had the day off so she can rest properly. She pulled her shoes off and placed her purse on the table.

Just as she was about to sit on the couch, a knock is at her door.

She internally screams before she walks to the door and opens it to reveal Hudson.

Jenna sighed, "What do you want Hudson?"

"I...just wanted to check in on you. I know you've been working hard which could be harmful to the baby" Hudson said nervously.

"Now you care about me and my baby" Jenna said and raised her eyebrow in suspicious at the boy.

"I always cared about you Jenna. If I didn't I wouldn't be here right now" Hudson replied.

"If you cared about me you wouldn't have told my family about me being pregnant. That wasn't something someone who cared about me would do" Jenna said and crossed her arms over her chest.

"You're right. I shouldn't have done that, it wasn't my place to do that and I sincerely apologize" Hudson said.

Jenna hummed in response, not really believing his words.

Hudson sighed and scratched the back of his neck, "I truly am sorry and I regret doing it. I just...I just wanted to check on you after everything that happened with Neil on the plane."

At the mention of the male, Jenna tensed. She was doing good with pushing him out of her thoughts. Instead, choosing to focus on her filming. She couldn't and won't let him control her...not anymore. She deserved to be happy.

"I'm fine. I'll handle it" Jenna lied.

Hudson opened his mouth to say something but decided against it after seeing the look on her face.

"Okay...I'll uh...see you tomorrow" Hudson said and walked away from her door. Jenna shut the door after he left and sat on her couch. She was stressed and that wasn't good for her or the baby...she needed to relieve some stress.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

i need help

NYC 🩵:

with 👀

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

im stressed

NYC 🩵:

well taking deep breaths and meditating i heard is a good source of stress relief

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

NYC 🩵:

was that not the right thing to do?

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

nope

NYC 🩵:

ah shit

WAIT

😏😏😏😏😏😏

i know what u want

🤤🤤🤤 vegan food looks bomb don't ya agree

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

I hate you with everything in me 😂

NYC 🩵:

💀💀💀 wym? wat i do? is that not right also?!?

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you know that's not what i want

NYC 🩵:

what u want then

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you know

NYC 🩵:

i dont know ms ortega

not a mind reader

use your words

A chill went through Jenna's body as she read the message, imagining you actually saying those words to her...under different circumstances.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

don't say that

it makes it harder when you say things like that

NYC 🩵:

😂😂😂😂

ain't it like almost 2 am or something over there

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

no...

NYC 🩵:

nice try

go to sleep

goodnight my honey bunches of oats 😘🥰

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you're annoying 😒

Jenna groaned and placed her phone down next to her. She needed to eat, shower, and sleep. But before she could even attempt to start, her phone dinged again. She grabbed it and opened the message from you, she took a sharp inhale of air.

NYC 🩵:

word?

*attachment: 1 image*

It was picture of you in the mirror with your head titled to the side and tongue stretched out your mouth. Your tongue was naturally long, almost reaching to your chin. But what also caught her eyes was your hand placement which was grabbing your genitalia through your gray sweatpants. That's all Jenna needed.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

i take back what i said

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You laughed at Jenna's message and fixed yourself before walking out the bathroom. You and Davis got back to your Mother's house defeated from the lack of progress in finding a studio.

You don't know how you were going to finished this demo and submit it in 4 hours.

A knock at the door grabbed your attention, you watched as your mother walks to the door and cracks it open.

"Hey Leon" Delyse smiled brightly at the sight of the man.

"Hey Del, how you doing?" Leon gave her a smile back.

"I'm good just cooking for these clingy kids" Delyse answered and opened the door wider for Leon to see you and Davis.

"Hey Mr. Greenhill" You and Davis simultaneously greeted the older man. Leon chuckled and waved at them.

"Oh I knew I smelled something delicious. Man I missed smelling your cooking reminds me of the old days" Leon flattered.

Delyse let out a little giggle, "Yeah the old days."

The two adults stood in the doorway looking at each other basking in the comfortable silence. Meanwhile, you and Davis looked at each other before looking back at the older adults.

"I...uh just wanted to stop by and say hello. I don't wanna intrude anymore than I already have" Leon smiled at Delyse.

"No, no, no intruding...do you want a plate?" Delyse boldly asked.

It took a moment for Leon to come up with a response but eventually he did, "Uh yeah sure."

The older gentleman walked into the house and Delyse closed the door behind him. Leon pulled off his cap and held it in his hands. He sat next to you at the end of the table.

"How you guys doing?" Leon politely said to you and Davis.

"Eh" You shrugged.

"Eh? Why eh?" Leon questioned.

"Jah signed up for this music competition. Winner gets a five million dollar record deal with Passion Records. The contestants must submit a demo by 11:59 p.m tonight but we haven't found a studio all week" Davis explained.

"And I tried recording it on my phone but the audio is all grainy and hard to hear" You sighed.

"Hmm...can you sing the song you are going to submit?" Leon questioned.

You and Davis glanced at each other again but Davis just shrugged. You scrolled to the notes app and pulled the beat of the song you are going to use.

"Rollin' through with stacks, it's easy, money rainin' down, just like a storm, I got the riches-" You get interrupted by Leon pausing the beat on your phone.

"No" Leon said.

"No? What you mean no? It's a good song" You scoffed.

"Yeah for the early 2015 era when singing about money like that could get you hits. It's 2023 now, people want to hear something different something unique. If I was a judge and I heard that...I would think you're just hopping on the trendy music hoping for yours to be the hit. But you don't realize that everyone is thinking the same thing as you. The only way for you to be looked at twice is if you stand out. Let the lyrics come from within you, come from your heart" Leon explained to you.

Delyse then comes from the kitchen with a plastic bag with aluminum foiled wrapped plates inside.

"Here you go" Delyse smiled and handed Leon the bag.

"Thank you. I really appreciate this Delyse" Leon smiled at her grateful. He stood up from the table and grabbed his cap.

"Once you find those lyrics, come and find me on Southern BLVD but hurry though you got four hours left" Leon said and left the house.

Meanwhile, you sat stuck at the dining room table. Replaying the words Leon said, basically calling your song shit. It stung but deep down you knew he was right. The song didn't feel like you, it felt like a 14 year old wrote it and it wasn't your style.

You glanced at the clock on the wall as you grabbed a pen and paper. 7:48 p.m. Your eyes then glanced down to your phone and an unopened message from Jenna.

Hollywood 🤰🏻:

you have to be the greatest partner alive 😏

"Have to be..." You muttered to yourself. Instantly, your hand starts to move by itself as you write down the lyrics to your new song.

Let the lyrics come from your heart.

🤰🏻🩵

Two hours later, you finally finished and made your way to Southern BLVD with Davis tagging along.

"Why Southern BLVD though? What's here besides crackheads and prostitutes?" Davis commented.

The two of you continued walking down the block until you start to hear the sound of music. The closer you got to the corner, the louder and clearer the music became. It was street drummers and Leon was in the middle of them playing the electric guitar. You and Davis watched in amazement as he kept up with the drummers until they finished their last cord together.

The small amount of people that were gathered applauded them and a couple gave a few dollars before walking away.

"Yo I ain't know you could play the guitar Mr. Greenhill" Davis said.

Leon chuckled, "I'm a man with many talents son." The older male turned to you.

"I'm assuming you got something better with you this time" Leon teased.

You laughed, "Yeah I do. Wrote it from the heart like you said."

"Alright, well you better warm up that voice. You got a song to perform" Leon smiled and patted your back.

"Wait what? Right now? In public?" You questioned.

"Uh yeah. You need to submit that demo in two hours. I checked to see if you submit a live version of your demo and it said you could so get a move on" Leon said and stepped to the side.

"I don't got a beat though I just have the lyrics" You said. You were really trying your hardest not to perform in front of people severely underprepared.

"Don't worry about that" Leon said and placed the guitar over his shoulder.

Leon then played a cord on the guitar, soon the bucket drummer started feeling the vibe and matched the cord Leon was playing. Then you heard someone sweeping from behind you, it surprisingly also matched with everyone. You start to nod your head, feeling the rhythm and you grabbed the beat up microphone from the ground.

Davis pulled out his phone to start recording you.

"Can't wait for you to get home, we ain't got to go nowhere. Airplane on my phone, it can wait til the morning. I can't fathom why you choose me out billions but I'll take it" You sung. You felt your eyes close as you got lost into the music.

Soon, you finished off the song to a large crowd cheering and clapping at your performance.

"I told you let the lyrics come from your heart. You made magic tonight Jah, take pride of your work" Leon educated you.

You nodded at him and walked over to Davis who was fiddling with his phone.

"And submitted" Davis smiled at you as he submitted the demo on the competition website.

"Hard part is over for now. Now we wait" You exhaled deeply.

a/n: if you put a buck in my cup I will shut the fuck up… but you ain’t gotta be a baller to give me a motherfucking dollar…

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nkirukaj · 1 month

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The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe

Hey y'all! I love writing fics and I love making OCs! So, please enjoy this Hazbin Hotel fanfiction as well!

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing and depictions of violence?

Genre: Angst?

Word Count: 2.1K

1. Welcome to Hell

She had never fallen for anything as hard as she fell into Hell. Free falling however many feet only to face plant into a concrete barren street is not how she imagined her day starting. Was this the start of her day? What had she been doing before this? Certainly not jumping off a building or out of a plane. She stood slowly, many loud sounds abound while she reached for her now shattered glasses, before realizing that without them, her vision was perfect.

“What the fuck?” She blinked once, then twice, then 15 more times before she concluded that her vision was finally 20/20. Clear enough to see the crimson sky above her, all the buildings around the same shade of red. Some roads cracked and broken even more than a neglected Brooklyn neighborhood. Suddenly, the sound of an approaching car broke her out of her trance, and she jumped out of the way, barely avoiding getting hit.

“Get the fuck outta the road ya stupid bitch!!”

Instantly her middle finger was up and she was shouting right back “Fuck you, ya decrepit piece of shit! I do what I fucking want!!!” Well, she didn’t want to be standing here in the middle of an unfamiliar street, but nobody told her what to do. She could’ve left her frames in the middle of the street where they’d landed, but without thinking she placed them in her pocket. She wasn’t going to get any answers just standing in this one spot, so she started walking. The red in the air had to be due to terrible air quality, but she could breathe just fine.

It was a very strange adjustment, being able to see clearly without her glasses, she kept reaching to push them up on her nose, only to realize every time that they weren’t there. She didn’t know how long she’d been walking, but the sounds of a city were growing louder as she kept on in this direction. City sounds she knew well from living in the Big Apple.

There were many others scattered around, none of them looking quite human. Some had human-looking bodies with inhuman additives and some were just straight-up nonhuman, be they animals or monsters for lack of a better term. The buildings were bright and the people were loud, adding to the TVs in windows and the cars, trucks, and buses all running concurrently. Denizens fighting and screaming, tearing up roads and buildings as she walked aimlessly in the same direction. The building lights grew brighter as the noise levels built up. Everything was so much louder than usual, she had become accustomed to complex noise, but these made their way through her ears, down her spine, and into her stomach. She didn’t have her headphones, she’d left them at home.

She bent over and closed her eyes, trying to steady herself enough to keep walking, at least enough to get away from this noise, but she was caught in the middle of it. The last building she saw was a large tower with glass windows all around it, and the tall letters “vVv” plastered on it for all to see, before she crouched down, feeling physically sick from the commotion.

That is until she felt arms dragging her up. Her eyes shot open, to see some beings that looked a lot like sentient hyenas dragging her away from the busy streets. Their touch was wildly uncomfortable, not only because they were strangers, but because their appendages were digging into her skin quite painfully. She tried to stand and hold her weight, but the way she was building held did not allow it. She began squirming to get loose, the restriction of her body movement and the vast amount of sound combined to make a very unpleasant experience in her body.

“Stop squirming, you’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

She started kicking and squirming even harder, as though she was trying to escape her own body.

“Hey! Stop moving!” Yelled another directly into her ear “Grab her legs” he spoke to another. When they went to grab her, she let out an inhuman screech, startling her would-be attackers into letting her arms go. When they attempt to recapture her, she lets out all the pressure built up in her chest, screaming at the top of her lungs. Out of her mouth came blazing flames hitting the faces of her would-be captors, screaming until she couldn’t scream anymore.

When she finally opened her eyes, the entire area was now engulfed in flames. It didn’t seem too out of place with the rest of the streets. The charred corpses of the hyenas were all around her on the ground, still flaming. She stood there and caught her breath. Once she was able to breathe steadily, she finally looked up at the sky. Standing in full sight of anyone who happened to look up, was a casino-like sign, reading “Welcome to Hell”.

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Hell? Like the place, Christians are always screaming about? This is what they were all afraid of? It looked like an ungoverned city. Broken windows, trash on fire, broken-up roads, dead bodies strewn all over the place. Falling lampposts, guts all about the streets. People killing each other all over, while she just walked right on by. There were many large buildings like skyscrapers clearly in view as if the wealthy were flaunting over the regulars. The majority of the light in the city came from these towers and buildings. Their area was cleaner and sleeker, more modern. The class distinction was obvious. Like it wanted to be near them, but not part of them.

So if she was in Hell, were these demons? Was she a demon? Why was she in Hell? She couldn’t think of anything she had done in life that would get her sent down here. Was this even real? She knew when she was dreaming, and this felt like real life. She was still a bit in shock about the fire that came out of her mouth, but at this point, she was running on adrenaline, her legs carrying her somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t here. She starts playing with her fingers and staring at all the lights. The brightest lights surrounded a large billboard reading, “You Are Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel” with directions listed at the bottom. The words were next to a picture of what she guessed was a demon girl, with a white face, red circles on her cheek, and a long ponytail that went down her back. She cocked her head at the sight, the demoness’s face was quite striking and burned itself into her memory.

The building was in the middle of nowhere. She had to take about 10 breaks just to get there. In front of the building was a large pentagram and the hotel itself was propped up on a hill. After 4 more breaks just to climb the hill, she reached the door. She wondered why the hotel had a marquee. She knocked once quietly, then thought for a moment and knocked again, louder. The demoness that was on the billboard was the one that opened the door.

“Awww you are so cute.” The blonde demon cooed over her appearance

“I know right?” She brightened up at the compliment

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

“And who are you?”

“I’m Charlie! And this is my girlfriend Vaggie!” She gestures to another woman who walks up to the door with grayish-purple skin, long hair, a bow, a large spear, and an eyepatch over her left eye.

“Okay, so I have a question,”

“Yes?” Charlie bats her large eyes

“This is Hell? Like, I am in Hell? Like the place Bible thumpers are always telling everyone else that they’re going? Like, fire and brimstone, eternal punishment for sinners? That Hell?”

“Yes.” Charlie’s smile doesn’t falter, she looks quite pleased

“And I am here because…?”

“Well…chances are that you’re here because you’re a sinner. Meaning you did something wrong in your life. Unless you’re a fallen angel, but I think you would know if you were.”

“Is it possible that there was some sort of mistake? Because I was awesome.”

Charlie and Vaggie look at each other, unsure of how to answer the question. “Um I don’t think there’s ever been a mistake,” Charlie responds, unsure. She looks off to think about it.

“First things first,” Vaggie spoke sternly “Our mission is very important to us, so do you plan on staying here or not? If you are, that means that you are agreeing to do your best to be redeemed. Which includes daily lesson plans, trust exercises, interacting with other guests and staff as well as doing your part around here. Do you accept?”

She squints in confusion “Why is all that necessary?”

“Because!” Charlie piped up, back from her existential thoughts “We believe that it’s easier to make strides towards redemption when you feel like part of a community! Usually, we suggest that each new guest finds another guest that they’re similar to. Although that may be difficult for you.” She strokes her chin “I don’t think we have any other guests that are deer.”

“Wait what?” She breaks up Charlie’s thoughts “What do you mean?”

“Well, when building a community, it’s easier to start small-“

“No! I mean like…other deer? What do you mean by other deer? Who’s a deer?”

Charlie glances at her girlfriend to make sure she’s seeing the same thing as her. “Um..you are,” Vaggie informs her

She tilted her head to the side in confusion. Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other before parting to let her in the hotel. There’s a large mirror in the common room wall, she approaches and looks in it; unable to comprehend what she sees. The first thing she noticed was that her dark locks were now fiery red curls. Her nose was black and the holes were larger, her lips were two different colors; the top one black and the bottom one pink. Her face was slightly more angular, with white spots all over, and two big brown deer ears sat atop her cranium. And her irises were now a deep blood red.

She stared at her reflection, with no sound or movement. Other guests were passing by as if she was strange. Charlie stood behind her, she could tell she was getting worried, stepping out to approach the doe, but Vaggie put an arm out to stop her. She slowly reaches up to touch her face, to make sure that what she was seeing was real. She opened her mouth to speak, seeing four fangs, two on each of the sides of her mouth. She picked at them for about 5 minutes straight. They were real too. This was all real. She was a deer, specifically, a doe.

Vaggie cleared her throat, “Don’t forget um…on the back.”

She turned her head to see what she was referring to and shot Vaggie a confused stare. Vaggie took her by the shoulders, causing her to flinch. Vaggie retreated a bit before slowly replacing her hands on the doe’s shoulders, turning her backside towards the mirror, bringing to her attention, a tail. Brown on top, white on the bottom. She looked back towards the girlfriends.

“It can be a big shock,” Charlie looked apologetic “but at least you’re adorable!”

She turns back to the mirror, looking at herself once more, then turning back to them.

“Yeah, I guess I am cute.” She states bluntly

She backed herself up, hitting something hard and solid. She finds herself frozen for a moment before feeling a slight weight on either side of her. Long, slender, and sharp red fingers covered her shoulders, holding her up from falling backward. She steps forward and turns to see who they belong to. She was greeted by the sight of an extremely tall demon, with a fancy red coat, a cane with a microphone on it, and red hair with black tips, that gathered on top of his head in a similar shape as the ears she had on her head. A large grin took up the majority of his face and his bright red eyes were quite a sight to behold. She stared, unable to form words at the moment, and his grin got even wider before he spoke.

“Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart.“ he takes her in, noticing her form, ears, and face. He hadn’t seen another deer down here before. Quite interesting to say the least. He brings an arm from behind his back, takes her hand, and pulls it up to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it. “Quite…a pleasure.”

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sunshine-jesse · 4 months

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It wasn't okay.

Someone gave me the idea to write an analysis in the form of a fanfiction, so this is what I coughed up.

I haven't written a fanfiction in 10 years, so bear with me. There is also no smut here; sorry to disappoint. Maybe once I become more confident in my fanfic writing lmao

Ashley almost thought it'd be okay.

"Yeah, I'm dating Julia now."

Ashley thought she'd be able to handle it. But she knew better. She's always known better. And Andrew did, too. It's why he took so long to tell her. She's never been able to keep her fucking mouth shut, but why should she? He's the one who lets her down. He's the one who tries to distance himself from her! He tries and he tries and he tries but he fails, every time.

But now, she's not so sure.

"WE HAD AN AGREEMENT, ANDREW!"

Her words seem to fall on deaf ears, but his gaze never diverts from her eyes. She can see it plainly in his face- his anger, his exasperation, his frustration. She's always been so good at reading him, and now is no different.

"So why? Why do you keep doing this?! Why do you keep trying to distance yourself from me?! Am I not good enough?"

"Ashley…"

"I've always been the only one you can rely on, Andrew! The only one you can talk to! So why?! Why do you keep trying to find other people?! And why Julia, of all people?! Why her?!"

"Ashley."

"What is she giving you that I can't?! Why can't you just be happy with me?!"

"Ashley!"

"No, Andrew! Your excuses aren't good enough! Nothing I do is ever enough! You always want MORE!"

Ah, how close she was to being right, yet how distant she was from the reason.

He has to be dating her out of pity, right? Ever since __ died, Julia hasn't been able to keep that knife away from her arm. She wears arm-warmers now to hide them, but Ashley knows better. Everyone does. And maybe now, Andrew is trying to make it right.

"It's out of pity, isn't it? You feel guilty over what happened to that bitch, and-"

Andrew closes the gap between the two of them, his gaze growing significantly more dire. A lump appears in Ashley's throat. She doesn't know what it's from, and can't process just how much danger she's really in. She could read Andy just fine, but the Andrew that was starting to surface was a different story entirely. But Andrew stays his hand and walks away, never once breaking eye contact with her until he walks out of the door.

Ashley is left alone, confused and afraid. She thinks the fear is from the thought of Andrew leaving her for good, but it's not. All she knows is that she is afraid of getting hurt again, no matter what kind of hurt it is. It's all the same to her. But this fear doesn't get any better over time; it gets worse. As Andrew is out, the sinking feeling in Ashley's gut and the cold grasp she feels over her heart grows more and more profound. Her breathing grows labored. He's going to leave her for good, isn't he? No matter how much she breathes, she never feels satisfied. Every thought spurs her to gasp for more air:

Why is he doing this? Why is he dating her? Why can't she calm down? Why did he still seek comfort from Ashley in the dead of night this past week, despite having been dating Julia for that long? Why can't she calm down? Is there something Julia can do that Ashley can't? Why can't she calm down? Is it the fact that Julia can fuck him but Ashley can't? Why can't she calm down? Is it him trying to distance himself? Why can't she calm down? Is it him trying to be normal is it him trying to forget is it him trying to make up for Nina or is it him-

"WHY CAN'T I FUCKING BREATHE???"

The icy cold grip on her heart turns into a sharp pain in her chest, a stake being driven right through it. What little breath she had left was stolen from Ashley, her hands growing numb.

Her course of action becomes clear:

She has to break them apart. She HAS to.

Ashley runs towards the phone and goes to dial the number. If Julia knew the truth about Nina, if she knew what they did, there's no way she'd still like Andrew. There's no way they'd still be together. She'd have to break up with him, and then Andrew and Ashley would be stuck together forever. She goes to dial the number.

But she freezes.

She feels her throat close up, words unable to escape her mouth. She agreed to never speak of it to anyone else ever again, and that oath was being enforced. But by whom? Why did she feel like she was being watched? Her parents were gone, and so was Andrew. So who was watching her? Why were they watching her?

With every number she dialed, she feels weaker and weaker. She feels like she's going to pass out. And when she finally calls…

"J-Julia! I need to tell…-"

…luckily, they were still home. Every word Ashley spoke was punctuated by a desperate gasp of air. And at the last moment, rather than revealing the truth, she changes her mind. She needs her Andy back. But she needs to get him back without breaking her end of the agreement. After all, that's the least she could do, isn't it?

The least Ashley could do was stay committed. That's all she has going for her. Her love, her dedication, her commitment. If she couldn't at least offer that, does she even deserve Andrew, no matter how much she feels she needs him?

She wouldn't, because that's all she thought she could offer him: Herself. But now, she was starting to wonder whether even that was enough.

"Andy. I think-… I'm having…"

She forces out her last few words…

"…a heart attack."

Before collapsing on the ground, a loud THUMP echoing on the other side of the phone.

It doesn't take long for her beloved Andy to come home after that. He looks terrified, but Ashley smiles, and grabs the bump on her head.

"Took you long enough, asshole."

Andy was less than pleased, but at least she knows that he still cared for her. It calms her down so quickly and abruptly that it looks like she was faking it. She even thought she might've been. But as long as her Andy was back, everything was okay. As long as she knew she could do something for him, everything was fine.

Andrew still slept in Ashley's bed that night, despite what happened. He still sought her comfort, no matter what. Julia wasn't good enough for him. She'd never be good enough. And yet as long as she still existed, Ashley would forever feel herself growing distant from Andy. Andy was lying to himself. He had to have been. There's no way he could want to be away from Ashley while still seeking so much from her, right? Julia had to be dealt with, she had to be taken out of the picture. It didn't much matter how. And so, the next morning, when Andy is away, she picks up the phone, dials Julia's number, and-…

… …

It feels like it's been so long since then.

So distant from the way things are now, that you feel like an entirely different person; like you're watching a performance.

When the dream ends, you shoot up in panic. You look down to your side, and see Andrew, sleeping. You look upon his back, and see your scratch marks still there, and you can't help but smirk. Ah, you really got into it, didn't you? You never saw yourself as that kind of person, but it makes sense, now that you're so much less afraid of losing him.

You know you're awake now, and in a time and place where things are much better, and yet, some of your past still lingers. You can't help but still feel afraid that he'll leave, just like everyone else has. And worse, you fear it'll be your fault. But now everyone is finally honest with themselves and what they want. Now things can finally heal. Now things can finally get better.

Now you can finally dream. Now you can finally hate what you see.

Now you are finally the one who needs to be held at night.

#andrew graves #ashley graves #the coffin of andy and leyley #gravecest #tcoaal #gaming #this is a smut free zone #tcoaal essay #fanfic

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whatthefishh · 1 year

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I request Steven Grant the love of my life helping a reader that got lost in a library. (It’s happened to me more than once…I needed a hug after I got out.)

Kitkat this is so cuuute hehe these are my spooky thoughts (SFW) on this idea:

You were once again lost in your reading, nose buried in a random title that caught your eye as you perused the shelves of your favourite library again

this library wasn't the most popular in your area, but it was still your favourite, despite the rumours about it being haunted

Steven had texted multiple times when you were late for your dinner plans, nothing special just some good food with your favourite guy

conveniently, the restaurant you had chosen was right across the street from the library, and this was not unintentional on your part. You knew he would be coming from work, and possibly late, so instead of waiting around at an empty table, you were going to wait for him in the comfort of the books around you

Though you were lost in the story you were reading, you still were somewhat aware of your surroundings... enough to notice when the temperature dropped enough for your skin to develop goosebumps... enough to notice the flickering of the lights in the corner which you were sat at... enough to notice the eerie quietness that blanketed the library, even though moments before you could hear the soft chatter and beeping of the librarian behind her desk. Come to think of it... she was nowhere to be seen. Everyone had left. The library seemed utterly empty except for you, whereas moments before... you could've sworn there were several people shuffling about.

A random breeze runs through you, and you feel cold all over. Quickly shutting your book and leaving it behind, you weren't in the mood to fight whatever meddlesome kids (or potentially real ghosts) were messing around at this late hour. Maybe the rumours were true!

Making a run for it, you felt disoriented, trying to find the exit in your haste to leave but the lights were playing tricks on you and maybe you made a wrong turn at some point because suddenly you didn't know which way was right. Until you hear his voice.

Steven called out to you, his voice distant but very clearly Steven. You tried to follow the direction from which it was coming from to find your way out of the dark, the leaning towers of books more intimidating than usual.

Blindly running and calling out to him, he kept yelling your name, making it easier for you to find him in the dark. Your frantic voice making him worried, Steven's own voice started mirroring the urgency in yours.

You collided into his chest before you knew it, his arms coming around you comfortingly. Steven cooed at you, holding you close and whispering that it'll be okay, rushing you out of the library doors into the night.

Steven kept his arm around you until you reached the restaurant, trying to comfort you as you told him what happened. He only laughed when you said that you weren't going to go in there without him again.

He also didn't complain about your neediness for the rest of the night, adamant on burrowing your way into his side. He only hugged you back, secretly content with your clinginess.

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this is the post:

incarnateirony.tumblr.com/post/741037569962377216/im-a-complete-outsider-in-whatever-hell-is-going

If you're blocked this is the content:

Anonymous asked: I’m a complete outsider in whatever hell is going on here but I feel like you should let go of this person. Obsessing over them like this can’t be healthy

Goob: As a complete outsider, jump off a cliff. I’ve been getting harassed by her for three solid years, your tactic doesn’t work. This isn’t “obsession”. This is her getting the attention she’s been screaming for for three years while mind-raping me and using pictures of me for her sexual fetishes. Absolutely not. I stop when she dies.

If you don’t like it, fuck off, I will literally drag this bitch into the dirt after the three years of harassment she’s caused me in real life, online, multiple servers, fandoms and websites. Absolute rotten festering cunt. She was literally goddamn warned to stay off my dick, once every three months, for three fucking years, and she was still riding it and starting shit, so now I’m ending it. And the opinions of motherfucking people who care about me fucking up their fictional angel feed really do not fucking matter. She relies on weak ass opinions like this so she can keep on keeping on with her horse shit, and no, it’s over. You will literally have to ban me from the entire internet to make me stop before she dies or surrenders. It’s that simple. I am DONE.

I need you to comprehend I left this bitch three years ago, after she cheated, malignantly plotted to evict me to replace me with a new bf once she got her first check but let me pay the bills, and has since still absolutely stalked me everywhere anyway, invaded my servers, ripped off my face, my religious practices (badly), has been doing outright goddamn blasphemy, is grooming her friends into fetish roleplays using my fucking face, and she just invested SEVEN. GODDAMN. MONTHS. trying to invade YET ANOTHER FRIEND GROUP OF MINE to cause shit, and she got busted, and now her ass is on fire.

IT’S DONE. WE’RE DONE. THE MERCY IS GONE. SHE LETS US GO OR SHE DIES, IT’S THAT SIMPLE.

She wants me to be a demon, I’ll be a demon. She even signed to me. Moron.

Truly this woman was so obsessed she sat in a goddamn furry porn server for half a year trying to sniff out my friends and investors elsewhere. Like she was literally wailing trying to find the contact for one of my main business investors. To start more shit with, of course. Sis, that man let me do 13 billion dollars in damages to WB by proxy. He doesn’t care about your pissmoaning.

This isn’t “obsession”. This is me being tired of hers, and taking any means necessary to end the harassment I’ve been enduring on every possible front for literal years. Even if it means helping her remove herself from the planet and realizing what a service to humanity that is. I’m fuckin DONE. Like, literally, nothing of value would be lost. It’d actually be a net benefit because she’d stop scamming people with her octopus jibberish, plagiarized lines, and outright blasphemy of the god she claims but refuses to read the doctrine of and teaches contrary to.

She truly feels special cuz she can bullshit up some vague horse shit about someone’s grandma to make them feel better then writes retroactive dreams, like the one that only prophecized to her that she was about to get her cheeks clapped, after she got clapped, but she swears she had a vision dream that morning. ok. the other seven months?

Like the whore is even posing right now writing her fanfiction like it’s proof of something compared to my statistics. Yeah I too can shit out narrative horse shit, Shealyn. That doesn’t make you a mystic. She’s basically charging people for her obsession with me, her roleplay fetish, her schizophrenia and a big fat bucket of blasphemy she’ll rot in the void for. And drag some nice little practicing christians with her.

Am I christian? No. But I respect the texts enough to know what she’s doing is deeply fucking these people up. Like, they’re neither following Hermes nor Yahweh’s doctrine, they’re just following whatever octopus jibberish horse shit she hallucinates. It’s literally a cult. A cult she groomed into humping a copy of my face. Like a psychopath.

And no, that’s not the hyperbolic internet use of cult. It is the literal definition of a cult, wherein no classic doctrine is used, but rather the singular teachings of someone that generally revises other practices, and grooms them out of actually reading anything outside of it and, in this case, into humping pictures of me.

You, too, would be flipping shit if your cheating ex wife was convincing people to basically mindrape you while lying about whatever god or doctrine you follow just to try to copy you. And that’s BEFORE the trying to fuck with every friend group I have and my business. For three. Years. And that says nothing about her refusing to look in the face that she channeled motherfucking anime octopus jibberish trying to copy an inside joke. I use “channel” here loosely, obviously. Truly the most horrific skank I’ve had the displeasure of dealing with. Makes Vinnie and Kelios look like saints. And models. At least they’re under the 300 lb threshold and are open about their delusions being about fictional horse shit. They don’t even CHARGE for us to hear them spread their shit.

Trump deserves life more than this creature. At least I believe he’s genuinely retarded. She only acts this dumb, but it’s a conscious way she makes up for her own insecurities, and it’s by lying her way through to try to look divine. She doesn’t doesn’t care what it does to everyone around her. So yeah. Trump is more human than this creature. And, somehow, in better shape.

So yeah, fuck off. She has till September for part one, until 2027 for part two, until 2033 for part three, and the void beyond that for the rest of her penalties, but for right now, you can sit and spin on part one.

But you know, I think that’s fine by her. She’s too coward to end it herself but already experienced soul death and knows it, hence her refusal to build any actual identity. She’s just a sweaty meatsuit over there now going through the motions, I’m pretty sure she wants the void. Don’t worry bertha, they just have to widen the gate a little bit

well that and he realized you actually do want to die, I think, which is why he specifically opted for the “troll you until you do it yourself” route starting yesterday. Sorry Shea, he refuses to let you warp forcing him to reap you into something you can try to spin as a romantic gesture in hell. Like, he’s pretty sure you’re just waiting to grope him then too. Get away from us, you lying schizo slut.

THE OCTOPUS WAS NEVER FUCKING DIVINE, SHEA. YOU DID NOT CHANNEL THE FUCKING OCTOPESE.

Whoa, Goob is admitting that he will actively assist-suicide his ex-wife her by "helping her remove herself from the planet and realizing what a service to humanity that is." I hope the ex is screenshotting all of this gold.

I'll write a lengthier reaction in the next post to save space. Meanwhile in reference to Goob's Trump mention...

Even Newsweek agreed.

#goob

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sparda-ly · 1 year

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Hi there! ❤️ welcome to tumblr! I wanted to request some Dio fanfiction!! I’ve had this cute headcanon of the fem!reader being of color and/or poor and Dio actually being nice to them bc he believes she’s attractive!

Ik not every author writes for PoC but I just wanted to request just cuz 😳❤️

dio brando x (poc) reader

note: hey there honey! ofc. thank you for requesting! you didn't tell me what specific dio you'd like so i did phantom blood as the main one and added stardust crusaders, however it may be a little short, hope you don't mind! also i'm very very sorry if anything about my headcannons sounds like i'm looking down on someone because of their race, please let me know straight away. i don't mean to hurt anyone by writing

warnings: joking? about murder and suggestive comment (sdc dio)

phantom blood dio brando

dio was a little shit that's for sure, mean, rude, agrresive and disrespectful no matter the person

when meeting new people, he had two sides

the fake posh good boy one (when meeting someone important aka of use for him)

or the bitch "idgaf" asshole

however, meeting you showed another side of him

when dio first met you, he thought you were mesmerising, absolutely stunning, possibly the most attractive girl he's ever seen

you were wearing an simple dress, nothing too special really, just an everyday outfit

when you saw him gazing at you, you brushed it off, you were used to it, nothing new

you were ready to hear some unnecessary comment or an insult just because of your skin tone, it's nothing new

however you were suprised when you were met with none, especially since he looks like a rich kid and sometimes it just seems like their hobby to pick on you

dio was still gawking, he had no problem with talking to girls, he was like a walking magnet, however he was scared unsure if he'll even manage to form a sentence around you

looking around you, you noticed him once again staring at you, wanting to get this over with, you came up to him and asked

"hey, what's your problem?" feeling uncomfortable

dio well like he predicted, couldn't say a word, seeing you up close made him even more flustered

"hello?" you said, now unsure what you're even doing

"you're beautiful" he muttered, still staring

"what?" you answered confused

"i said you're beautiful" he repeated

and that's how your relationship oddly started

when he introduced himself as dio brando, you couldn't believe it

all the things you heard about him, made no sense

where's the rich bitchy brat?

dio treated you like an absolute godess, of course as much as his pride could let him, the sarcastic little comments didn't stop however

he always looked at you with adoration and love in his eyes, even when he couldn't really express it

you once told him about your past situations with others, just because of your race, how you were upset a lot of people treated you differently

"darling, when i met you, you were absolutely gorgeus, you stood out so much from the crowd, but not because of your skin tone. but because of your beauty"

whever you are pale, dark, brown, black, literally any other colour, dio loves you and makes sure to show it ;)

in public, he makes sure to never let anyone make you uncomfortable, whever it's with comments or judgy looks, he won't hesitate to fight a random stranger.

overall you're the only person he ever treats with genuine respect

one second he's cussing out jonathan with british slang, the next he's asking you if you'd like him to give you a massage since you work so hard <3

stardust crusaders dio

dio becoming a vampire changed nothing about the way he felt about you, maybe even growing a lot more protective of you

if you're meeting for the first time, he's much more flirty and actually brave enough to start the conversation

probably meeting you somewhere in a club, party or just random event, his eyes fall instantly on you

growing close with him, and even staying (at this point - living) in his mansion, made you feel incredibly loved

this version of dio made definitely showed his love for you in much more ways ;)

still an asshole to the world except you

much more mature and older, dio definitely knew how to compliment you just perfectly

this dio however didn't just beat up randoms who disrespected you but well ... lets just say he payed them a small visit at night, and they were never too be seen again, oh well

dio made sure to always tell you that you look beautiful

#dio x y/n #dio brando x reader #dio x reader #jojo x reader #dio brando #jojo x y/n #jojo x you #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojos bizarre adventure #dio x you #.diobrando #jjba dio #jjba dio x reader #jojo dio x reader #jojo dio

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hatosaur · 8 months

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How exactly did you come to love TLOU? I have my own special interests that just happened upon me, so I want to know about how it was for others. also, any other games that you like?

you've asked the golden question so strap in because this is gonna be LONG:

i first got into tlou through part 2! admittedly i didn't play the og first. i did own it at the time because it seemed like one of those games you just gotta play (and i was right) and yknow ellie's gay and i dug that, but at that point i hadn't played it but knew the plot through a cinematic compilation video.

i was intrigued by part 2, specifically because of the teaser at e3 where ellie and dina dance and kiss. though i didn't have a BURNING desire to have the game, me being down for anything gay pretty much what sealed my fate. so i bought the game and played it on my older brother's ps4.

and MAN, was i obsessed pretty much immediately. looking back, it was a fever dream, just me playing the game from the moment i woke up to the moment i went to bed, nonstop...until i reached the point where ellie leaves and i stopped playing, completely distraught, and ended up watching the ending on youtube.

i was pissed, conflicted, legit fell into a deep depression after knowing how the game ends. after that point, because as we all know the shitstorm over the game was not pretty, i lingered on both sides of the fanbase for a while. because as someone who went in for the gay and had to witness the gay be destroyed, i was hurt -- but i realized after seeing anti-tlou2 people talk about their (weird and irrational) reasons for hating the game that i didn't hate the game, i was just that. hurt.

but the game is meant to hurt. there's a reason for the hurt.

and once i looked past the hurt that i felt, i analyzed hardcore, discussed with people (this is the nicest environment to do so), ate up every single detail discovered, replayed, and then i was making art, obsessively so, writing fanfiction, and now it's been 3 years and those fictional fuckers still live in my brain to this day.

and of course, i dove into the og! i remember playing the game while my online lectures (because covid lol) played in the background.

tlou is fully my biggest hyperfixation/special interest to date. i went into how but here's more of the reasons behind it:

i've talked about this a ton before but i love that though tlou has a reputation of being a dark game and people tend to read it as being about "the darkness of humanity", it's really not about that, but love and what people will do for it, as well as seeking and obtaining a purpose, even in the world's darkest conditions.

i love that it's about found family, that joel can't help but love ellie, because at the end of the day, he's not really supposed to be the heartless person he wants to pretend he is, but he's supposed to be a DAD. i love that ellie, despite never knowing the feeling of a parent, loves joel right back. i love that despite disliking him at first, she warms to him so quickly and she wears him down with her stupid jokes and her endearing weirdness.

i love that the themes of love persist through the second game even as it drags the franchise to darker places. that these are the lengths that ellie will go to not to get abby, but for joel. i love that part 2 says, "hey these bitches unhealthy" and that despite love being their motivation (abby for her dad, ellie & tommy for joel, dina for ellie, lev for his mother), it shouldn't be driving them to those ends!!!!

.....anyway for your second question, i'm picky about games but some recurring favs are apex legends, minecraft, breath of the wild, stardew valley, life is strange (watched the playthru only but loved the story sm), tell me why, and i just started horizon zero dawn! the way things are going, i think i'll like it a lot :)

#asks #talkies #not as long as i thought lol i've learned how to not go on and on about tlou unlike in 2020

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minzeysparkleisperfect8 · 2 years

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Class 1-B Headcanons

All the Class 1-B kids are on first name terms due to the majority of them being very close friends with each other... all while most of the Class 1-A kids are still on last name terms.

Hiryu is one of the smartest kids in the class - if not, the smartest - and he has the best grades, a lot of the students actually come to him for help on their homeworks and study notes.

Pony actually writes a shit-ton of fanfiction. She even began writing some about her own classmates without their knowledge.

Ibara is a genuinely nice girl but there are times when Yosetsu absolutely can not stand her. She always tells him to stop swearing for no other reason other than "it is sinful" and Yosetsu will just snap at her, saying "shut your bitch ass up. I'm not listening to some self righteous twat who queefs out bullshit after bullshit from that crusty snatch, you salted slug!"

Itsuka had to ban a few people from the kitchen who are completely irresponsible. Togaru because he tried using his blades to cut up food, only to cut through the counter; Tetsutetsu because nobody could forget what he said after Class B planned and cancelled a barbecue; Sen because he has no idea what to do when he's on his own and usually sets things on fire, and lastly Setsuna because she pranks people by letting her arm fall off when using a knife.

Sen is a rich kid and he usually asked his maid to make him food but now that he's in the dorms, he needs a lot of help with cooking and Hiryu is always willing to come and help him.

Tetsutetsu and Yosetsu usually play fighting games like Mortal Kombat and such in the living room and their own rooms. But once in Yosetsu's dorm, Yosetsu kicked Tetsutetsu's ass so badly that Tetsutetsu punched a hole in the floor and all Yosetsu could do was cover it with a carpet while waiting for someone to come fix it... but Yosetsu actually forgot about it to due to getting used to avoiding it until Momo came over one day and her foot went straight through the floor and broke her ankle. Yosetsu ended up fixing it himself and he took care of Momo as an apology.

Hiryu is one of the most wholesome people in Class B and he's very understanding to others. He offers tea to his classmates when they come to him for advice but he struggles with keeping secrets and he sucks at lying. He especially hates it when people lie to him.

Jurota has multiple dog like traits and he always fetches after balls and sticks people throw for him for fun. It's one of his favourite things to do with Setsuna and Kosei.

Speaking of Jurota having dog like traits, Hiryu has multiple cat like traits. He will drop everything when someone uses a laser point and will senselessly chase the red dot he sees. He'll sometimes even sit on the counter or the table for no reason.

Togaru might be angry 24/7 but the one person that nobody wants to get angry is Hiryu. Hiryu is absolutely terrifying when he's angry and the class saw this first hand when Neito accidentally broke a family vase in Hiryu's home. The class made a rule to never make Hiryu mad.

Kosei is the best cook if anyone wants a full meal or even just a snack, he will stop whatever he's doing and get started on making a plate for any of his friends.

Setsuna and Tetsutetsu grew up in Saitama prefecture together and they were practically like siblings. People have actually asked if they were dating and the duo's response to that was throwing up.

Everyone is 100% down to defending Nirengeki when someone judges him for his weight. They understand that its because of his thyroid problems but they have to keep Reiko from using her quirk to throw a piano at judgemental people. They can't help it, especially when Nirengeki can easily deck those assholes himself.

Shihai enjoys pranking his classmates for no reason and he always gives Yosetsu jumpscares, which results in the headband boi punching him in the face. This has resulted in Shihai and Yosetsu hating each other with a passion.

Juzo actually has a crush on Sen but he knows that he doesn't have a chance considering how committed Sen is to Hiryu. Juzo just pines from afar and suffers in heartache.

Manga and Kojiro usually accompany each other when they leave the dorms. Manga always goes to buy toys and drawing supplies that he then gives to children in orphanages. After the children saw Kojiro for the first time, they thought he was a living statue from a playground and they asked to play with him.

Reiko and Hiryu are pretty chill friends and they enjoy the spooky things, especially since both have based their hero costumes around an urban monster. Sometimes they watch horror movies together and read through creepypastas while Nirengeki and Sen try not to freak out when they see jumpscares in the movies.

Yui has a lot of plants in her rooms because they don't force her out of her comfort zone compared to whenever she gets into social situations.

Since Kinoko is a fan of idols, everybody pitched in to buy her a karaoke machine for her birthday. She cried so many tears of joy and hugged all of her classmates.

Nirengeki usually has to make sure Reiko goes to sleep because she normally does late night readings of creepypastas with a cup of coffee. He has slept over in her room to make sure that she isn't doing that every night.

Neito is flamboyant and he's always in denial that he cares for his classmates. He doesn't know that all of them know that he really does because Shihai snuck into his dorm and showed his diary to the class.

@anxiouslyangsty13, @king-switch and @booberry-shodeiko

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incarnateirony · 3 months

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I’m a complete outsider in whatever hell is going on here but I feel like you should let go of this person. Obsessing over them like this can’t be healthy

As a complete outsider, jump off a cliff. I've been getting harassed by her for three solid years, your tactic doesn't work. This isn't "obsession". This is her getting the attention she's been screaming for for three years while mind-raping me and using pictures of me for her sexual fetishes. Absolutely not. I stop when she dies.

If you don't like it, fuck off, I will literally drag this bitch into the dirt after the three years of harassment she's caused me in real life, online, multiple servers, fandoms and websites. Absolute rotten festering cunt. She was literally goddamn warned to stay off my dick, once every three months, for three fucking years, and she was still riding it and starting shit, so now I'm ending it. And the opinions of motherfucking people who care about me fucking up their fictional angel feed really do not fucking matter. She relies on weak ass opinions like this so she can keep on keeping on with her horse shit, and no, it's over. You will literally have to ban me from the entire internet to make me stop before she dies or surrenders. It's that simple. I am DONE.

IT'S DONE. WE'RE DONE. THE MERCY IS GONE. SHE LETS US GO OR SHE DIES, IT'S THAT SIMPLE.

She wants me to be a demon, I'll be a demon. She even signed to me. Moron.

This isn't "obsession". This is me being tired of hers, and taking any means necessary to end the harassment I've been enduring on every possible front for literal years. Even if it means helping her remove herself from the planet and realizing what a service to humanity that is. I'm fuckin DONE. Like, literally, nothing of value would be lost. It'd actually be a net benefit because she'd stop scamming people with her octopus jibberish, plagiarized lines, and outright blasphemy of the god she claims but refuses to read the doctrine of and teaches contrary to.

She truly feels special cuz she can bullshit up some vague horse shit about someone's grandma to make them feel better then writes retroactive dreams, like the one that only prophecized to her that she was about to get her cheeks clapped, after she got clapped, but she swears she had a vision dream that morning. ok. the other seven months?

Like the whore is even posing right now writing her fanfiction like it's proof of something compared to my statistics. Yeah I too can shit out narrative horse shit, Shealyn. That doesn't make you a mystic. She's basically charging people for her obsession with me, her roleplay fetish, her schizophrenia and a big fat bucket of blasphemy she'll rot in the void for. And drag some nice little practicing christians with her.

Am I christian? No. But I respect the texts enough to know what she's doing is deeply fucking these people up. Like, they're neither following Hermes nor Yahweh's doctrine, they're just following whatever octopus jibberish horse shit she hallucinates. It's literally a cult. A cult she groomed into humping a copy of my face. Like a psychopath.

And no, that's not the hyperbolic internet use of cult. It is the literal definition of a cult, wherein no classic doctrine is used, but rather the singular teachings of someone that generally revises other practices, and grooms them out of actually reading anything outside of it and, in this case, into humping pictures of me.

You, too, would be flipping shit if your cheating ex wife was convincing people to basically mindrape you while lying about whatever god or doctrine you follow just to try to copy you. And that's BEFORE the trying to fuck with every friend group I have and my business. For three. Years. And that says nothing about her refusing to look in the face that she channeled motherfucking anime octopus jibberish trying to copy an inside joke. I use "channel" here loosely, obviously. Truly the most horrific skank I've had the displeasure of dealing with. Makes Vinnie and Kelios look like saints. And models. At least they're under the 300 lb threshold and are open about their delusions being about fictional horse shit. They don't even CHARGE for us to hear them spread their shit.

Trump deserves life more than this creature. At least I believe he's genuinely retarded. She only acts this dumb, but it's a conscious way she makes up for her own insecurities, and it's by lying her way through to try to look divine. She doesn't doesn't care what it does to everyone around her. So yeah. Trump is more human than this creature. And, somehow, in better shape.

But you know, I think that's fine by her. She's too coward to end it herself but already experienced soul death and knows it, hence her refusal to build any actual identity. She's just a sweaty meatsuit over there now going through the motions, I'm pretty sure she wants the void. Don't worry bertha, they just have to widen the gate a little bit

well that and he realized you actually do want to die, I think, which is why he specifically opted for the "troll you until you do it yourself" route starting yesterday. Sorry Shea, he refuses to let you warp forcing him to reap you into something you can try to spin as a romantic gesture in hell. Like, he's pretty sure you're just waiting to grope him then too. Get away from us, you lying schizo slut.

THE OCTOPUS WAS NEVER FUCKING DIVINE, SHEA. YOU DID NOT CHANNEL THE FUCKING OCTOPESE.

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Alrighty everyone, time for my thoughts on the last 3 eps of the Magnus Archives. I’ll post my thoughts on S5 and the series as a whole in a separate post, to be made either later today or potentially tomorrow.

This got really long, so I’ll put it under a Read More so I don’t clutter your dash.

TL;DR: loved the ending, had a thought or two; and look forwards to one more post where I basically write my thoughts on the series either later today or tomorrow!

So, MAG 198: Yes, that edge of the cliff fear is definitely rather unsubtle. Particularly in regards to their imminent choice. Also, have to say, I think Jon is entitled to being a little bitch about the cliff domain when he had to deal with a free fall domain via Mike Crew back in season 3. It is morbidly amusing that when Martin hears that his choices are: jump off the cliff to my pseudo death now or jump off the cliff after Jon talks at length about how terrifying watching people jump off the cliff is, he takes the jump immediately option. Listen, I’m sure Jon would have too if he had a choice, but alas Eye is hungee and Jon’s gotta be the mouth for a bit.

Also, big sad that the cultists all got stolen again while Georgie and Melanie had to listen to their screams.

MAG 199: You know they actually discussed that far more than I thought they were going to. So a misnomer that I’ve picked up on in fanfiction is that I thought there would be a less even handed evaluation of the situation. However, Basira did a good job at forcing everyone to discuss all possible avenues of discussion. However, I find it interesting that Basira draws the line at deliberate mass murder. That sounds terrible out of context I will admit, but up until this point she’s been rather willing to entertain a rather wide selection of options when it boils down to difficult choices. But in this one instance when given the choice between basically committing mass euthanasia/genocide and passively letting people suffer till their “natural” end she refuses to entertain the idea that the first is even an option. And she’s been keeping “just let an entire world of people suffer for an incomprehensible amount of time till the End finally finds them” on the table next to the other amazing /s option “send the horror terrors to upwards of infinite alternate universes to wreak havoc on unprepared innumerable numbers of people”. Just, it’s interesting is all.

On a different note, the Web is getting in a final “fuck you” at Jon with the web lighter by subtly pushing Georgie to borrow it by pulling on her old smoking addiction since I guess none of the others had one presumably. Plus, “Can I have a cigarette” is a nice call back to the first episode with the Anglerfish.

Also, Would like to throw down with Martin over his self-esteem. Thoroughly disagree that they were incompatible without the spooky trauma. I think if they had met before Jon was given power in the Archives, or if someone else had been Archivist while they both were Archival Assistants, I fully think they could have at least been friends. Just because you trauma bond with someone doesn’t mean you wouldn’t have bonded with them otherwise.

I would also like to formally welcome Traumatized Jon™ back to the show for one last hurrah. Is it terrible to say that I missed him? He does bring up good points, even if everyone seems to disagree.

AND FINALLY MAG 200.

I’ve heard the ending I think once or twice already, but I had never heard the origin of the Fears story before. I guess it’s still ambiguous if the Fears were still technically a shitty chain e-mail, but at least in the way that it’s framed it mostly seems like they originated in that universe. Particularly since it started as an amorphous blob and then evolved from there versus how they were sent out as a fractured, netted thing that even if you dissolved it down would still hold some “sharp edges” as it were. Gotta admit though, nice to know that at least on some level the plan worked. The Fears were completely removed, all powers were gone, and people were able to get back to how it was before the Change. A part of me wants to know what happened to Simon Fairchild, but then again it’s far more horrifying if you don’t fill in the blanks on that. Also have to love the ambiguous ending for our two fave blorbos. Jon and Martin, sent to the cosmos with the Fears, destination Unknown. The ending definitely fit, it didn’t seem like anyone acted too out of character to make the ending happen the way it did.

Admittedly with that said, I think the way I worded that opens it up to my thoughts that will go in the long post later. Thank you all for joining me on my journey the last like... week and a half? as I listened to MAG 150-200 in preparation for the big day tomorrow. See you all again soon!

#tma #the magnus archives #the magnus archives liveblog #mag 198 #mag 199 #mag 200 #tma s5 spoilers #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jon sims #martin #basira #georgie #melanie #I can finally say I've actually finished the series!

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1, 3, 9, 11?

OH, thank you very much!!!!

Meta OC Question

What inspired you to create your oc?

Depends on the OC, but there's two reasons at the start of all my OC endeavours in the past, which also intertwine:

I've always been a very creative kid with adhd that makes her daydream all day long, so I've been plagued by visions that needed a creative outlet & writing was the choice.

Since I wrote since elementary school, whenever I liked another piece of media, I'd express it by writing fanfiction, which would usually involve OCs. I'd often spin so hard and so fast out of control that I would make up a whole batch of OCs, often together with friends, who'd interact with the main cast and story, but also spin off into their own storylines.

These days, where I only make OCs and write mostly for my Hetalia Human AU (which is 10% Fanfic, but 90% Orig Fic): The mainer characters come to me because I am plagued by visions and constantly inspired by real life. I have over 250 named characters in this AU, PLEASE stop me from making more. Went to Romania for Erasmus for a week and came back with an OC concept that could have such a dysfunctional and toxic queer romance with one of my underdeveloped Hungarian OCs. I need to be stopped.

However, once mainer characters are established, OCs related to them spring up out of necessity or because I am like 'You know what I didn't do yet and would be fun in relation to these new bitches and also the old bitches?'. OC creation never happens in a vacuum, I am all about how they add to the world I created for the past 10 years and could interact with its inhabitants.

3. What is the origin of the character's name?

Used to go on babynaming sites and look at the most popular options, which is why all my Irish mainer characters have English names (RIP). These days I like to do some research on the cultural background they come from and also take inspiration from public figures from their country/region/city. However, once that is done I usually just visit Behind the Name and spend 15 minutes browsing, talking with friends about options, ignoring their feedback and then choose a name by closing my eyes and throwing a dart at the PC. I do consider nominative determinism to a degree, but I'll tell myself that the parents who named the kid couldn't have known what they will grow up to be and I'll also get used to any name.

I also love to use names I encountered in life, too! Like old classmates or family names of friends!

9. In a group dynamic, what kind of role does the oc usually fill? Are they a worry wart? A troublemaker? The straight man?

I LOVE GROUP DYNAMICS AND I HAVE SOOOO MANY OF THEM. Let's take the Chaos Seven, aka Team Ireland + Soph and Team Sicily as an example.

Team Ireland shares one collective braincell. Paddy, who's twice as old as Harry and Charlie, is its keeper about 40% of the time. Since he helped raise Harry since he was six, is a father figure to Charlie and helped raise Sophie since she was born, he's the Guardian figure of the Group. Hashtag Daddy Paddy. However, he's also a bastard like his own kids, so while he tries to be a good influence, he's not exactly the voice of reason. Just hopelessly devoted to the three and wants to ensure that they don't make choices they will regret without return.

Charlie is the social butterfly, or at least the one who's the most willing to engage in diplomacy and also enjoys working people the most. Do not let that fool you, half of the European underground wants to punch his teeth in for being endlessly annoying, but the other half wants to either fuck him or keep him as a purse dog. He and Harry are brother's from another mother and when Harry is too stubborn and fatalistic to consider anyone outside of himself, Charlie will pick up the slack and care for him and their goals. To Soph, he's the big brother figure with whom she can discuss personal affairs that she feels Harry and Paddy are too close and guardian-like for comfort to discuss with.

Harry's the driving force that inspires the others, since if he is hellbent on something, he'll pull through with it and won't let anyone push him around. He bickers all day long with the rest (especially Charlie, Soph and Harry do nothing but pick on each other), but is also always there to root for the others and take risks on their behalf. Probably the biggest troublemaker, but since Team Ireland as a whole is nothing but troublemakers, it's a bit unfair to single him out. He's got an unmatched love for pranks, though!

Soph is the nestling, the little darling of the family. All the others care for her, and as she grows up, she takes more and more after her brother, for better and for worse. Being Harry's little sister, the two are especially close, but she worries and cares for all three of them, as they do for her. When she's with the other three, she's a troublemaker who's not gonna let anyone push her or her family around, much like Harry.

Michele ... he is the leader and the voice of reason in Team Sicily, the one who raised the twins Marco and Lorenzo together with his mother. Since Marco and Lorenzo look up to him, he's also their guardian figure and tries to be as good an influence as he can - he's also constantly herding cats with these two mischievous guys.

Marco and Lorenzo share their creativity and their analytical thinking, as well as their love for mischief. They're definitely troublemakers, but at the same time problem solvers extraordinaire. And while their devotion to Michele is blind to a degree, they also unite in pulling him back onto the rug at times. It's not often that they need to play the straight man and they aren't good at that role with anyone but Michele, but they can do it.

11. What is your least favorite trait regarding your oc?

I mean it is an Organized Crime AU, so for most it gotta be, among others, the uhhhh ability to justify the horrors to themselves.

But that aside. I don't really think in favourite and not-favourite, since an interplay of traits is what makes OCs so close to actual humans and simply fun as literary constructs.

If I was held at gunpoint, though - That Hugo is so persistent in his quest to be liked/loved/the best that he can't take no for an answer in the long run, to his own detriment and everyone else's. That SK, aka Sri Kadek, is so stubborn in her perceived role as being the fixer of the family that she won't consider someone else's motivation for how they treat her could be genuinely out of caring for her. And most of the OCs are assholes, again because of the circumstances and I am a messy bitch who loves drama, but the Arora twins (Frej and Freja) take the objectification and the prioritization of their entertainment a little bit far even for this crowd. (... but also, that does make them very very sexy <3).

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confessions of a pissed-off wannabe marauder

I once was a Harry Potter fan.

I was given the first book as a gift from a relative and refused to read it for a while. Then I read it and fell in love with it. I was maybe seven or eight at the time. I refused to read the next books for a while but eventually got around to the Chamber of Secrets, then Prisoner of Azkaban, and so forth.

I remember the deep and abiding HATRED little ten-year-old me felt for Umbridge. I remember feeling like I’d been punched in the stomach upon Sirius’s death. By the time I got to Deathly Hallows I was just sort of numb. Although I did feel excess shock upon Fred Weasley’s death.

I never much liked arguments. Or romance. Half-Blood Prince and Goblet of Fire were a bit of a drag that way. I don’t really give a fuck about who snogged who, you know? I just want my magic and friendship and mystery. And it was amazing when that came.

Then the transphobia came.

For a while I was still a Harry Potter fan. Desperately clinging onto a fading specter of escapism I no longer had, and I knew it. I refused to accept it though. Crying over why did JK have to do this, why won’t she apologize, why why why. Then everyone else starts pointing out things wrong with the series and I start shutting down.

Eventually I left the Harry Potter fandom. For my own good. The reassurances that ‘the books are yours now’ didn’t help. I tried to replace it with The Owl House, but it didn’t work for… convoluted reasons. I don’t feel comfortable explaining the whole story here.

I somewhat enjoy HP fanfiction now, because really the entire fandom hates JK at this point and if another fan is writing the characters I have the comfort of knowing they aren’t the same as canon. I don’t have to live with the worry that they carry the same prejudices as that bitch and goodness knows what else besides.

I have three very close friends in a group with me. Sometimes I mentally aliken us to the Marauders, it’s fun. But then I look at us and I feel guilty. We all grew up with Harry Potter and I may enjoy fanfiction, but my friends and to an extent me are people JKR actively hates and looks to destroy. And yes, before you ask, two of us are trans.

Oscar. Half-asian and brown. Funniest kid I’ve ever known, absolutely full of life, can perfectly contrast between serious and funny. Get yourself a friend like Oscar. But even so, he is half-asian, and I can’t help but feel JKR would dismiss him or use him to pat herself on the back. Harry Potter is undeniably a very white story, and also he’s a trans ally. Unforgivable I know.

Aaron. A trans boy who came out last year. Has the most sanity out of all of us. If there was ever a voice of reason he is it. Acts the least crazy, is the least crazy. But in JKR’s eyes, he is crazy. A ‘poor lost lesbian being groomed into being a boy’. How cute, she’s pretending she cares about lesbians. But she remains insistent that trans boys- that Aaron – are being exposed to ‘conversion therapy’. She pities Aaron for problems he does not have. She views Aaron as a ‘problem’. She likes to think she’s ‘saving Alice’ instead of destroying Aaron. (Alice is not Aaron’s actual deadname. But I do not think I have the right to reveal it in a public place.)

Ashley. Oh GOD Ashley. Loud, popular, liked by pretty much everyone, absolute best friends with Aaron. JKR hates her guts. In her eyes she is not Ashley but a ‘penised individual’. ‘A fox pretending to be a hen to get into the henhouse’. She sees her and girls like her as dangerous. She actively wants her GONE. I feel like she’d kill her if she could. She is nothing short of a threat to the existence of Ashley and girls like her.

And me. Since I’ve revealed everyone else’s real names I may as well reveal mine.

Rose. I prefer Rose Helen because Helen is my middle name and I think Rose Helen sounds cooler. I try to find somewhere to escape, I hang with my friends, sometimes we do stuff together. I think of myself as perfectly normal (Thank you very much. Haha.). I do lean into the oracle-card herbal-charm parts of witchcraft and enjoy it. I also happen to be a trans ally and someone hurt over JKR’s comments, or at least I have hurt feelings.

She’s also rather misogynistic, I’ve noticed. The treatment of Lavender and Parvati, calling Fleur a cow and mocking her accent in the text when she did NOTHING wrong, and there’s the fact that she praised Matt Walsh for ‘What is a Woman?’. I’ll say it now. If you ally with Matt Walsh, take the word ‘feminist’ out of any part of your identity.

Someone once asked her what she did knowing she’d lost so many fans over her transphobia. She replied ‘I dry my tears with my checks’ or something along those lines. Seeing that, I think, was the moment that really solidified it for me.

JKR doesn’t care about me. Who knows if she ever cared? I’m a pound note in her eyes. A piece of insignificant, lost money. And who cares about losing a pound when you’re a millionaire? An awful, dangerous, bigoted millionaire.

My friends she hates. Me she hates. And who knows if she cared before? She’s nothing but a transphobic, sexist prick who doesn’t know how minorities work.

I’m into the fanfiction Marauders. But I look at us – a collection of people JKR actively hates – and I can’t help but wonder if I’m hurting my friends too.

Imagining us as creations of a bigot. A bigot who wants us gone.

Fuck Joanne.

#harry potter #marauders #this sucks #fuck jkr

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aweirdfan101 · 2 years

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Hello dearies! I got a suggestion a little while back from @catboy-wadanohara about the ending where Huxley kills Dalhia and reader walks in and Huxley says “Don’t worry I wouldn’t do that to you. I just had to get rid of her.” So here I am finally doing it. Enjoy!

About: Read the text above!

Type of writing: Fanfiction, love( sort of..), Huxley x GN!Reader

Warnings: Doll death, cussing, and one inappropriate joke

Characters: Huxley, Dahlia, Y’n(Your name)

Well deserved (Huxley x GN!Reader)

Y/n’s (Your name) POV

I yawned as I heard arguing coming from downstairs. I groaned. It was Huxley and Dahlia, again. Most of the time it was Dahlia being unreasonable, Huxley never tried to de-escalate the fights, but he never started them. He stood up for what he thought was correct in his eyes, and I admired that about him. I went down to stop the fighting. I saw Whisker laying beside the entryway to the kitchen shaking, he didn’t like them arguing, reasonably so.

I walked in and both Dahlia’s and Huxley’s attention turned towards me. “Y/n! Will you please tell Huxley how I’m in the right here!” “Y/n! How about you tell Dahlia here that she’s being a bitch!” Dahlia’s eyes widened and so did I. It was odd to hear him call Dahlia a bitch just out of the blue like that, he cussed, but never really called anyone a curse. “Hold on everyone! Tell me the situation first at least! I’m not just gonna side with one random person till one of you tell me what happened!”

“Dahlia here said I could pick breakfast, but then she didn’t like what I picked and started arguing with me about it!” “Now Huxley don’t act like I wanted to argue! Your taste is just horrible!” “This is just like the time with the games! What is it with you and letting someone pick, but if it wasn’t you like you start arguing with them?!” That was all I needed to hear, Dahlia was like this, and I was use to it. “Here, how about I make Huxley his food, and Dahlia you make your own.” “Why won’t you let Huxley make his food and you make me mine?!” “Cause you know how to cook Dahlia, you make your own food and I’ll make Huxley’s after.”

Dahlia huffed, but made her own food. Once she finished cooking and was out of the room I began making Huxley’s food once he told me what he wanted. “Thank you, Y/n..I appreciate this a lot, and thanks for being there.” I smiled at him, “Huxley don’t worry about it at all, I know Dahlia can be mean to you and I want to be there for you.” Huxley’s cheeks reddened when he heard what I said. “Welp, the food is done. I think it’s pretty good.” I was proud of what the eggs I made, and made Huxley a plate.

Huxley took a bite and let out a loud ‘Mm!’ I smiled knowing he enjoyed my cooking. “It’s amazing, Y/n. A whole better than Dahlia’s that’s for sure.” He spoke that last bit a little quieter just incase Dahlia was nearby. “No way, she’s much better than me.” Huxley smirked, “Yeah well I don’t find broken bits of porcelain in your food. My eyes widened and I let out a laugh. “Oh my god Huxley. I can’t with you.” I smiled at him, he made me so happy.

“Well, I need to do some things. Thank you for making food for me and chatting with me.” I was confused about what things Huxley was gonna be doing. “What are you gonna be doing?” Huxley smirked, “You.” My eyes widened and my face got all red and flushed. Huxley laughed, “Just joking Y/n.” “W-well! Don’t make jokes like that Huxley unless you want to have a nice slap mark on your face!” Huxley let out a chuckle, “Alright, alright. Sorry for the crude joke.”

The arguments they would have kept becoming more and more frequent, but me and Huxley’s friendship grew and grew. Dahlia, Whisker, and I, where up in her room chatting, well Dahlia and I were chatting. Whisker was laying on my lap. Suddenly, Huxley walked in. His eyes widened for a minute, but quickly relaxed. “Oh hey Huxley!” Dahlia’s greeting surprised Huxley a bit, I studied Huxley for a bit, it seemed as thouh something was off, like he was hiding something.

Whisker rushed over to Huxley. “Man, Whisker really likes you Huxley.” I told Huxley, “Y-yeah I guess.” “Huxley is something wrong?” Dahlia questioned him, “No, not at all!” Then Dahlia’s diary, dropped on the floor, from Huxley’s hand, and Dahlia saw of course. I froze, I could tell this wouldn’t end well. “My..diary..” Dahlia’s expression became coated with pure anger. “I can’t have any privacy can I?!” “Dahlia! I’m sorry I just wanted to know why you were upset! I know I should’ve asked you! I just wanted to know what was going on in your head, and if I was do something wrong, or you were!”

The argument became more and more blurred, I got scared, this was serious. ‘Huxley why..why would you do that..’ That was the single thought in my mind. But reality smacked me in the face when Huxley pushed Dahlia and gave her minor leg damage, and soon, Huxley was being picked up out of the dollhouse. “HUXLEY NO!!.” Tears in my eyes welled up, I was scared for Huxley. The owner plopped Huxley back into the dollhouse, but his spring was gone. My eyes widened.

Dahlia screamed at him to go sleep in his old box, and Huxley left. I followed after him, and saw him at the entrance of the dollhouse, laying beside his box. Tears were in his eyes and I felt my heart break. “Huxley..” He looked at me, but didn’t say anything. “Huxley, oh my god..I’m so sorry..” I hugged him as if he was going disappear at any moment. He began to cry in to the crook of my neck. My heart was in shambles, I cared for him so much, I loved him.

I laid down on the wood and fell asleep with him in my arms. But I woke up in the middle of the night when I heard porcelain shatter. I froze for a minute. Huxley was gone, and the only other doll here made out of fragile material was Dahlia. I ran up the stairs and entered Dahlia’s room. I saw Huxley sitting on the edge of Dahlia’s bed with an empty expression. I went closer and he noticed me, and I noticed something else as well.

Dahlia’s face was shattered. Her hair was a mess and I saw a fragment of her face on the ground with an expression that has fear imprinted on it. I realized what Huxley could do. “Huxley..w-wh-..” I couldn’t mutter anything out, I didn’t know what to say or ask. He could tell I was scared. “Don’t worry, I would never do that to you. I just had to get rid of her.” His voice was soft when he told me not to be scared, but harsh when he mentioned getting rid of Dahlia.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and Huxley’s expression softened when he saw how scared I was. I then realized that anyone could do that to me if I was asleep, I was so fragile, and Huxley could control whether or not I would wake up or not. “Don’t be scared..You saw how cruel she was, we don’t need her. It could be just us.” “B-but..” “I promise I will never hurt you, you’ve always been kind to me and showed me love.” I walked up to him, and sat on the edge of the bed next to him.

I laid my head on his lap. I cried softly, “I love you, Y/n” I loved him too, but I couldn’t mutter anything out my mouth. Was it shock, fear, did it matter? It probably didn’t. I raised my head and looked at him. I didn’t say anything, I just kissed him. He was shocked at first, but closed his eyes and I closed mine. I broke the kiss and looked at him. “I love you, too..But..I don’t even know what to think anymore..or say, or just..I know why you did it, I understand..I’m not mad, I’m just..” I let out a breath, “I’m tired..”

Huxley kissed my forehead and laid my head down on his lap. I let myself melt into his touch, he comforted me, I didn’t think he was horrible for what he did, Dahlia treated him horribly, he was at his last straw. It doesn’t make what he did right, I just knew why and that made it easier to forgive him. I closed my eyes. But let out a quick, “I love you, Huxley..” “I love you, too..” I didn’t care about the owner, only Huxley..

Holy shit there are 15 paragraphs wtf, but I loved writing this so much omfg.

#don’t toy with me #x reader #x gn reader #Huxley #Dahlia #Whisker #Huxley x reader #Death

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ann-whispers · 11 months

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Behold, characters and vague background of a story that I'm writing

So I'm writing a story about a group of children that are students at a prestigious private boarding school and run the school's newspaper club that accidentally summoned a demon and the rest of hell (You can ask). The characters and their shenanigans are based around common cliché's and troupes but my way and slightly better. I'm in the (painful) process of writing the story and when I finish it I will post it on AO3 and share it here.

Anyways, these are my precious babies that I'm about to traumatize. These are just the main characters (meaning they are the heads of the newspaper club) because I have far too many for this one post...

Lilith Arondottir (She/Her)

Based around the Nerd Girl, main protagonist, head of the club's student submission's section

A sarcastic and intelligent Neurodivergent with a love for forensic science, guns, video games and fanfiction. She's a little sassy but mostly blunt and doesn't sugar coat and has severe social anxiety. She hates people and is mostly just tired. She is also very petty and fueled with spite. Will start throwing hands if frustrated enough. Hates swearing. She tends to be a tad self-sacrificing and almost deathly loyal. She's Indonesian but was adopted by an Icelandic gay couple and spent about half her life in Iceland. She's also a lesbian who falls in love with her academic rival.

Reads fanfiction. Mainly fluff, some dark shit, and smut (but like a good fanfiction reader, will never admit that)

The school is a school filled with rich people. Lilith is a scholarship student so while the others are rich as fuck, she is a lowly commoner

She is described to have an unsettling looking smile

She once built a huge glitter bomb when she was 8 and gave her two dads a heart attack

Quotes Ugh people…what a horrible thing to interact with I have never wanted to shoot myself in the foot to get a good excuse to avoid a situation as much as I want to write now If this man doesn’t shut up I’m cutting his stick off him body so the world is safe from his spawn

Lucas Estefan Escarra (He/Him)

Based around the theater kid and 'quirky' best friend cliché, protagonist's best friend, club president and management (manages expenses, advertisements, and printing)

The dramatic and over the top theater kid that Lilith calls her best friend. He is sassy and he loves music (especially Broadway musicals). He is also very petty and very competitive in all that he does. He is much more social and charming. He was neglected in favor of his Mary Sue sister whom he despises and wants to out do her. He's Mexican and is very open about the fact he's aro/ace.

Quotes Broadway musicals and other songs during conversations

He once started a fight in the hallways just to annoy a teacher that was bothering him

Can play guitar, piano, and trumpet and is a very good singing

Loves side scroller games and hates horror (but Lilith makes him play unless he is greatly disturbed)

Quotes “Congratulations! You’re a furry!” “Oh you little miss perfect wouldn’t it be a perfect day for her to just drop dead on a stage and feel the overwhelming sense of failure take over her like it has for years and years and-” “Are you ok Lucas?” “NO ONE MOURNS THE WICKED YOU BITCH”

Carina Oclair (She/They)

Based around the rebellious goth characters, club's vice president and head of documentation and design

The rebellious little goth girl. She's short and violent with major anger issues and tends to be an asshole. Reckless and an adrenaline junky who just wants to have fun and chaotic. She's the violent and angry little sister but definitely has a soft side underneath all the black. She's a French demi-girl who is bisexual. She's also deaf and communicates through lip-reading, text-to-speech device, writing in her notebook, and sign language.

Very good and fighting and she loves getting into fights in general

She is very good at street art and skate-boarding

Has four overprotective older siblings (Clarkson, Cherisse, Charlie, Charlize)

Casually has a baseball bat and pepper spray hidden in her dorm room

Quotes I can’t hear shit you, you dumbass bitch stop talking slower I physically can’t hear you Take a step closer pretty boy, I swear this bat is just for decoration, I promise your balls will still be intact Oh good they’re making out now good for the- shit I owe Lucas $50 FUCK YOU AND HORNY ASS LILITH

Evelyn Mai (She/Her)

Based around the popular girl troupe, the head of student run columns and runs her own column (gossip).

She is one of the most popular girls in school. She's pretty and she's threatening but is very kind and sweet. She is sassy and adores gossip and rumors but is also very caring and protective and very responsible. She is a perfectionist. Loves fashion design, jewelry, dresses, shoes, and make-up. She is a Vietnamese who is also a closeted pansexual.

Is very good at sewing and loves making dresses and other types of clothing

Likes cooking and baking and the club loves her food

Was taught self-defense so she is actually very good at using a dagger

Does spend a lot of time on social media but always finds something funny to make the others laugh

Quotes “Make-up can hide my scars but it cannot hide my trauma” “I see we skipped the shower as usual huh Hasaphis?” “Garner take off the trash jacket”

Koen Garner (He/Him)

Based around the jock troupe, head of announcements and advertisements.

He is a strong and athletic guy who is super super tall. He is on the basketball team and is very good at the game and is described to be good looking. He is a complete sweetheart and kind and always wants to make his friends happy. He's not the smartest but does his best and has a huge collection of plushies that the club likes to steal from. He is an Aboriginal Australian guy and is an openly gay guy.

Is an amputee and has a prosthetic leg

He is on the school wrestling team

Pigeons and other animals are terrifying (I'd like to remind that he is Australian so it seems fair that he'd be scared)

He's strong enough to pick the other club members up, and usually has to pull Carina away before she gets into a fight

Quotes “Please calm down Carina we’re supposed to be making good terms with them- Where's Lucas” “Maybe I should get the cat one… but this Cerberus plush is so soft… but it's a cute cat plush…but three headed-dog that's also cute… but cat… but dog…” “I punched him in the face and he started crying then I panicked and started crying and so I tried to hug him but I moved my arms too fast and punched him again and then we were both just crying on the ground” “...Gardner…what”

These are just 5 of my children and I love them all dearly and I just really wanted to show someone other then my best friend.

#original character #oc stuff #ocs #writing progress #creative writing #lgbtq #character concept #original writing

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guildwarsgirl · 1 year

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So, I'm gonna mention something an ex best friend told me once, and it pretty much explains why I'm so self-conscious about writing fanfiction, roleplaying, and sharing my OCs on sites like Tumblr.

I won't reveal her real name, cause she doesn't deserve the attention for being a complete fucking bitch and treating me like trash, so we're going to refer to her as Ex-Bestie or EB.

So, I used to share a lot of my work with EB, and she was always supportive and encouraging me to continue doing what I love.

But then one day, she stopped. She said, and I quote: "The fact that basically all your RPs and fictions revolve around your characters' marriages with NPCs, and don't get me wrong, everyone dreams about love and adventure, it's a normal thing, but what you do seems like hoarding..."

I was upset by this, and she kept going.

She complained that "All your OC stories follow the same pattern of your OC falling in love, getting married and having children." Well, I'm sorry princess, this is just something I'm comfortable with!

EB: "And honey... You basically always get your way in RPs tbh. You know, I always supported you in this (creating ships with OCs) because I thought it can be a good way to process what you've been through and to explore your wants and needs. But it seems to me that what you're doing is repeating the same old scheme with every character of yours, I haven't seen much character developement or action any other than "claiming" a certain NPC and start a family. And like I said, there is nothing wrong with this. But the amount and the way you do it makes me concerned that it's rather like hoarding, which is a sign of lacking something emotionally in most cases."

and this, was where I drew the line, especially after she compared me to a former friend of ours who was arrested for having child p*rn on his laptop. I'm nothing like that. She said other things as well, but I rather not go into it anymore.

So, I did the right thing, and dropped her like a Hot Pocket. I've never been happier. This is the reason why I don't really post about my OCs, and why I'm so self-conscious about my writing these days. She made me depressed, she made me hate myself, and she made me want to die

It's because of her.

Rant over.

#guilldwarsgirl rants #cw vent #ex best friend #friend drama #made me feel like garbage #cw depression

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multifandom-worlds · 2 years

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A Night of Gossip - Highschool AU Part 4

Genre: Angst

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Mild violence, swearing

Authors Note: Part 4! Getting near the end of this journey! Thank you for being apart of this!

Tagging: @little-butterfly-writes @otome-and-fanfiction @darling-dummy-blogs

"Come oooooon," Nicolette whines before swatting Layla with her pillow. She was trying to get her to tell them about this boy she's been alluding to for a while. She puts the pillow back under her head, looking between her two best friends.

This sleepover was the first time they were getting together since school started, and there was so much to catch up on, but before she started about her school, she needed to hear about these boys her friends were interested in. The November snow fell gently outside, casting soft shadows inside her bedroom.

Layla shakes her head, covering her mouth, cueing an eye roll from her friend. Nicolette turns her attention to Vi, seeing what information she could get from her about her relationship.

Raising an eyebrow at her friends, Vi smiles and says, “Gavin and I? We started dating in August, right after his birthday. He’s sweet, kind, and texts me asking how I am.” Pausing as her phone goes off, she then shows her two friends the message, “Or random things like this. It is little things that let me know he loves me. He once even stayed with me after his curfew to make sure I was okay because of cramps.”

Seeing they want her to continue, “Date wise, he has taken me to the amusement park, taken me flying because of his evol being wind control, he’s even taken me for rides on his motorbike. That was a lot of fun. He said he’ll teach me how to drive if I wanted. All and all, he is more than I could have ever asked for. More so when he is protective. One time he told these punks that kept hitting on me to back off, and when they got aggressive, he socked one in the gut. They backed off quickly after that; then, he stayed with me all night just to ensure I was feeling safe, as that had rattled me. Annnd I’m going to stop gushing now.”

Nicolette squeals as her friend finishes gushing about her new relationship. “I cannot wait to meet him and this boy you’re alluding to, Lay. Maybe over Christmas, we could do a double or triple date? Or you two could invite them here, and we could host a little New Year’s party? Just the 5 of us, maybe six if Cassie isn’t busy.” She looks between her two friends, hoping they did not pick up on the fact she did not mention Victor in that plan, but much to her disappointment, they picked up on it. Layla, to be exact, picked up on it.

"Nikki…what about Victor..?" Nicolette looks up at her friend, biting her lip nervously. “Uhm..he’s probably working that night; being New Year’s, the restaurant will probably be all hands on deck.” She hoped that explanation would satisfy the girls, but she knew, deep down, that it wouldn’t. She would have to explain the past two months to them, including all the heartbreak Victor has been causing her.

Violet and Layla look at Nicolette, concern written on their faces. “Are you two…” Violet starts before Nicolette interrupts her. “...still together? Yes, I think so. He hasn’t officially broken it off yet….” Her tone was soft, almost embarrassed. “He told me we had to be careful…but I didn’t think that meant he wouldn’t acknowledge my presence…or stick up for me when his “friend” Seira would be a bitch… She tore up the photos of us I had on my locker within the first month I was there, and he did nothing. Not a goddamn thing. He’s apart of this “group,” the Elites. The strongest evol users in the school, all level 8’s, with Victor being the only level 9... I suppose myself now. “ Nicolette stops, looking down at the necklace she still wears around her neck, waiting to see if they want her to continue.

“That motherfucker..” Layla grumbles angrily. She knew he would do something like that, she just knew he would pull something like that, but she gently coaxed her friend to continue. “Cassandra and I went to visit him at work the other month; he had to be sneaky when he wanted a kiss, so we, although I suspect it was more him, wouldn’t get caught.” Nicolette continues, taking in the expressions of her friends. She could see the anger rolling off Layla and Violet. She quickly backpedals, trying to get him back on their good side.

"B-but just last week, I had an Evol evaluation…that ended in a bit of a panic attack, and Victor risked his safety to come to help me. He came into the training field when everything was haywire, I could have dropped something heavy on him and hurt him, but he still risked his life for me.."

Violet was the first to express her worry. “Yeah and? That doesn’t make up for all the hurt he has caused you by keeping your relationship secret and not standing up for you every time Seira has bullied you. So he earned a few points, but that doesn’t make him a great guy.

Layla was the next to speak up. "So he's helping you at the last moment when you have a panic attack? Not when miss 'I have such a high evol rank and big tits, but such low IQ, so mommy had to suck up to the teachers'? When you could have also used help, then? Just so that he can save face?"

Nicolette looks down, avoiding eye contact with her best friends, tears welling in her eyes slightly. "I-I know, and he tries to make up for it after hours. He'll talk to me on the phone for hours or stop by after work, and we'll spend some time here."

Violet shakes her head sadly. She moves in to hug her friend tightly. "Yeah, sure. But are you even happy? It sounds like he's treating you like a dog and calling you over to spend time with you on his own time. Leave him, babe," Layla mentions, the anger she feels not going away.

Nicolette sighs, tears spilling over. "Y-you’re right, both of you, but I'm not ready to let go yet.." She pulls away from Violet, wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her sweater - rather Victor’s sweater he lent her after school today. She believed they would work out, but she knew he quickly lost favour with her friends. Mrs. Martin’s voice filters up from downstairs moments later; “Babe, Victor’s here!” Without looking at her two friends, she goes to the door of her room. “Okay, mama, send him up!”

Before Victor could step both feet into his girlfriend's bedroom, Layla was on her feet, leaving a bright red hand print right across his cheek. “I should have known better than to trust you with her. She was a summer fling that you don’t have the guts to break up with, so you’re stringing her along! Treating her like she’s not even there, and only when you’re lonely do you care about her and her well-being. She knew no one at the school besides you, and you ignore her very existence in favour of some big tit broad.”

Violet was not far behind her. “You fucking bitch”

Violet swings and lands a slap across Victor’s face, leaving him doubly stunned after being slapped by Layla. “What? Think I wouldn’t hit you? You deserve far more than that for what you are doing to Nikki. You won’t stand up for her; you sneak around like she is some ‘dirty little secret,’ then you dare to show your fucking face here? You know what? Gavin was right; you are trash. He will have a field day telling me I told you so. I can’t believe I was ever on your side. Get fucked by Seira, given she means so much to you instead of your actual girlfriend.”

Turning to walk away, then turned back on her heel to glare and stomp on his foot hard for good measure. “Fucking asshole.” Muttering under her breath.

“Let me explain, please,” Victor starts, rubbing his cheeks. “I deserved that, I am aware, and I don’t hold it against you. There are reasons I do what I do, ladies. My father is one of them - he has a particular girl in mind for me, and as you can imagine, piercings and tattoos are not in that image. I need to stay on my father’s good side until I can move out come July of next year. I am in the process of saving for an apartment for the two of us, away from my father.” He looks over at his girlfriend, standing behind her two friends, her eyes wet with unshed tears. “As for school, I want nothing more than to be by her side every day. I want nothing more than to greet her after class and walk with her to her next one. I want to comfort her when she’s having a bad day, but I can’t. Seira is possessive. She has gotten it in her mind that we are supposed to be together and will harm anyone who stands in her way, regardless of who they are. She has nearly caused the death of several students who simply wish to be friends. I refuse to let her hurt my girlfriend. I talked to Seira about the photos; she has not done anything similar. I know my actions have yet to prove it, but I love Nicolette with my entire fucking soul. I’m trying to protect her.”

Layla shakes her head, hearing only excuses. “Sure, she’s not hurting your girlfriend because you are hurting her! You acting like she doesn’t exist is the thing that’s hurting her! As Vi said, you’re treating her like she’s this secret, which you confirmed, she is.”

Victor looks down, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He knew they were right, just like he knew they were only looking out for her best interests, something he wasn’t doing. Nicolette was the one to break the uncomfortable silence in the bedroom. “Vi, Layla. Victor brought us pudding and nachos. How about we all just sit down and eat” She asks, trying to ease the tension in the air. The others nodded, albeit reluctantly.

Violet and Layla glared at Victor for the remainder of the time he spent with them, although his focus was on his girlfriend and trying to make up for everything he’s done to her over the past two months. He would make up for it next month at the Christmas Dance.

#times highschool au #mr love queen's choice #mr love #mr love: queen's choice #evol x love #victor mlqc #victor li #li zeyan

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