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the-hopeless-haze · 1 year

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I Do Bad Things With You

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: smut. nsfw mdni

Summary: You don't feel like you're a good agent. Aaron assures you that you are. And then he fucks you. or inn other words, I think I need someone to study my brain because I did cry in my boss' office for very similar reasons to this and I am very much attracted to her but we did not fuck in her office and she has no idea I want her I just have breakdowns at work because 1) it sucks and 2) I am mentally unwell. I just truly don't know if this fic was birthed from the worst compulsory heterosexuality of all time or if I'm truly just an insane bisexual (I think it's the latter) but when I tell you I have not thought about Hotchner in years I MEAN years. I haven't watched Criminal Minds in like five years until today to write this fic. But like. He is FINE. y'all know. you're here. come for my unhinged summary stay for the smut idk

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“I can’t do this anymore,” you mutter under your breath, hating how the tears fall anyway, how you can’t stop them. “I’m not doing a good enough job. I need to leave.”

“What are you talking about?” Aaron asks you. “Why do you feel that way?”

“It’s just… it’s just I feel like I can never get a grip. Like I can’t ever get everything done that needs to get done. Like I’m not good enough.”

“You’re good enough. You’re a good agent. You come in and you do your job,” he says gently. ��I don’t need anything else from you.”

You were usually so put together, so stoic, even, so sure of yourself. He can’t quite believe you’re in his office like this, past the verge of tears, sitting across from him weeping.

“I’m proud of you.”

“For what?” you ask, lifting your head to look at him.

“For the effort you put in. How you’re a new agent and you still proved yourself to my team. You’re living up to your potential and then some. We appreciate you. I appreciate you.”

“You just have to say that.”

“No. I don’t have to say anything. I’m telling you what I see and what I believe. And I’m not letting you quit.”

“But, sir, I—“

“I won’t accept it,” he says firmly but quietly. “You’re too good of an agent to lose. You know this. You know your grades were stellar and your psychology background is enviable. You know you passed every test with flying colors. The adjustment to being a full-fledged agent in the first year is tough, to say the least. It’s grueling. Getting accustomed and used to death, danger and just the pressure of the job is something that not everyone can handle. But you can. I know you can. If I lost you, I’d lose an asset. You’re an excellent profiler. It’s intuitive for you.”

There it is, though, that behavior analyst part of your brain and you noticed how he said “I” and not “we” and how his eyes softened, how he wasn’t looking at you sternly and stoically but there was more of a tenderness in his dark eyes.

He likes you. He means what he says. You know he does.

But that isn’t enough. You don’t believe what he says. You don’t believe you’re worthy. This job takes up so much of your waking hours but when you’re outside of it you have next to nothing. You’re not close to family here in Virginia. You don’t have a significant other. You’re not home enough to have a dog. And you just feel like you’ve been letting yourself go since you only seem to have time to eat, sleep and work.

You’ve always been an anxious person. You’ve managed to quell the thoughts wracking your brain with years of practice and medications to a point where you can function, to a point where you made it through school and made it into the FBI. Impostor syndrome dies hard, though. You keep trying to swallow down your tears but it’s fucking impossible when you’re like this. You dry them on the sleeves of your blazer, biting your lip nervously.

“Don’t cry. It’s okay,” Aaron says, breaking through your thoughts.

“It’s not okay,” you murmur. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I shouldn’t be breaking down crying.”

“You’re human,” he says gently. “This job is overwhelming.”

“It doesn’t seem to get to you.”

“It does. It still does. I… I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you.”

“I just don’t think I can do this, Hotchner. With all due respect, I need to put my two weeks in,” you say, strengthening your weakened resolve.

“No,” he refuses, shaking his head. “What do I have to do to get you to see what I see?”

You sigh, leaning forward and bracing your head in your hands. “I don’t know.”

You feel him before you see him, refusing to lift your head up as the tears started streaming down your face. He kneels in front of you, taking your hands gently from your cheeks, but your eyes are still squeezing shut. “Look at me,” he orders.

“Hotchner, I—“

“It’s Hotch. You know that. Or… you can call me Aaron. Just call me Aaron. Look at me.”

Finally, you blink your eyes open, tears spilling over, and he squeezes both your hands gingerly.

“Good. Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to go home for the night. You’re going to take your mind off of the job. And you’re going to come back tomorrow morning and everyone in here is going to talk about how much you’re missed when you’re gone. Because we all value you. But you need to take the time for yourself. You’re burnt out. You’re not a bad agent. You’re just mean to yourself and you shouldn’t be.”

It’s not lost on you, the way he’s still touching you when you don’t think you’ve seen him so much as brush against anyone else on the team. Is he…?

You squeeze his hands back, forcing yourself to smile.

“There we go,” he smiles back. “See? Do you feel better?”

“A little. Thank you, Hotch.”

“Please. You can call me Aaron in private,” he reiterates. He would have, could have, should have let you go by now. But he hasn’t.

“In private?”

“I don’t let just anyone use my first name. There’d be questions if you started using it especially since you called me SSA Hotchner for months before I got you to just say Hotchner at least. You’re a rule stickler, hm? I think that’s part of your problem.”

“You don’t strike me as the type to think rules are made to be broken,” you counter. Sure. You were a stickler. You were. Deferential to authority - that deserved it. You spoke out, and you would speak out of turn if anything felt wrong or uncomfortable. Rules made things feel safer. Still. You’d call out the unjust. And you think Aaron is the same way.

“Some of them are,” he muses.

“You yelled at me,” you say suddenly. “My third week.”

He furrows his brow, trying to recall the incident you were talking about and then he nods. “You were reckless. You put yourself and Morgan in danger. You walked straight into an ambush. It was a mistake. A rookie mistake. A mistake you learned from. You never did it again.”

“But I—“

“It’s been almost a year since then,” he says, gently. “I don’t hold it against you. I’ve had to pull everyone who works here aside for something. And I’ve been pulled aside myself. No one’s perfect. I… I raised my voice because I was worried about you. Not because I was angry with you.”

“Okay,” you breathe out, nodding. “Okay.”

“I wish you could see what I see,” he says.

“Hm?”

“I see a strong, capable, intelligent young woman who’s an amazing profiler — you can glean someone’s familial background in record time. I see a woman who holds her ground and then some in interrogations.”

“I’m crying in my boss’ office right now,” you titter awkwardly.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re still all of those things. I see a beautiful woman who’s passionate about her career, who wants to do the best she can…”

He trails off. You wonder if he realizes the weight of what he said.

Always walking the line of professionalism. Making any comments regarding your appearance was crossing it, even if it was as benign and modest as “beautiful”. It was still a step too far.

But you, you’re depressed and anxious, and you’ll take whatever you can get.

He’s still kneeling in front of you.

You know it would be stupid, especially when he’s a broken man himself, even if he denies it to everybody. His wife cheated on him. It was hard, with the job, to have a stable relationship with anyone outside of it. You know this. You’re living it.

He’s still touching you and your skin is on fire now.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but he makes no effort to move, no effort to stop staring through your eyes to your soul. Is he profiling you? Trying to see if your breath hitched when he let the compliment slip?

“Don’t be,” you say breathily.

“It was inappropriate,” he says, and he does get up then, wincing at the stiffness in his knees from crouching in front of you for so long. You miss the warmth of his hands already. “You’re dismissed, agent. Go home and take care of yourself.”

Your emotions flip like a switch, it’s just how it’s always been, and you use it to your advantage in a room full of profilers. It’s good to be unpredictable, a wild card. You don’t even mean to. You just are. You can’t help the words that come out of your mouth next. He stood up, so he’s towering over you as you sit in the seat across from his desk, but he’s looking down at you, waiting on your next sentence. And what you say is, “Agent? I thought we were on first-name basis, Aaron?”

It’s the first time you’ve said his first name, and it goes right through him. He wasn’t lying. Not many people do have the privilege to use it. None of his subordinates would be brave enough, maybe not even if he gave them explicit permission like he gave to you. It’s intimate, all these walls up in this bureaucracy that even something as simple as a woman using his first name could drive him up the wall like it would an upstanding Christian man in Regency England. Rules. Rules to be broken.

Aaron whispers your first name, and it’s barely audible, but you hear it in his low, soft baritone. Not the first time, but the only time he’s said it without your last name tacked on the end of it. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what, Aaron?”

You’re teasing, now, and he wonders if it’s just a reflex, trying to gain back some of the power you lost by coming in here crying, or if you genuinely want something from him besides reassurance and a couple of hours off from work. It was maddening at first, trying to figure you out. He still doesn’t know exactly who you are and he’s resigned himself to the fact that maybe he’d never be able to nail you down.

“Don’t,” Aaron says again, looking at you sternly as you stand up.

“What is it that you don’t want me to do, Aaron?” you ask, and you’re still not eye to eye but you’re closer now, and his eyes never left your face throughout the whole conversation anyway.

He says your name again like it’s a curse under his breath. “You know exactly what you’re doing. Stop it.”

“Use your words, Aaron.”

“Stop teasing me,” he murmurs, looking away from you for the first time, down at the floor. You never expected him to be so… shy.

“I’m teasing you?” you ask, feigning innocence. You didn’t have to be a profiler to see how he was getting tenser as you continue this conversation.

“Yes,” he says, looking back up at you, an edge to his voice you hadn’t heard before. “And I suggest you stop.”

“Or else?” you say before your brain can catch up. You’re playing with fire. You know you are.

But you like him. Tall, dark, handsome, nothing like the men you’ve been with before. Other men were intimidated when he walked into the room. And you being you… you always wanted to break him down into a crying, blubbering mess, and be the only one who got to see him like that. Break the stoic wall and get to see him. Human.

And if he was this reactive to you just saying his name?

Lord help both of you.

“Please,” he murmurs. “Go home for the day.”

“Is that to help me, or you?”

He shakes his head, smiling a little. “Perhaps both of us.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t jump at the chance to get my resignation if I make things so… hard… for you, Aaron,” you say, and you move a little closer, his breath hitching audibly in his throat.

Again. He says your name like it’s the worst curse in the book, hissing it like it physically hurts him, and you know, maybe you are.

“A little selfish, maybe. I’d miss you too much,” he admits. “And I meant what I said. I’d lose an asset. You’re a stellar agent.”

You don’t really know what to say, now, but he continues.

“Profile me,” he whispers. “In this moment. What am I thinking?”

“So you don’t have to say it out loud?”

“Mm.”

“You want me, Aaron,” you say shakily, losing your resolve almost as quickly as you gained it back. “I don’t think you’d have to be a profiler to figure that out.”

“Is it that obvious?” he asks.

“Right now… yes.”

“You need me. You need me to show you how valued you really are,” Aaron says, searching your eyes for confirmation that you want this, too. As always, though, you’re unreadable. “Say it. Let me show you my appreciation.”

God. What in the world? Your brain is fuzzy with lust, and never in a million years would you have thought this is how today would’ve gone. Mondays back in the office are always the worst, piles of paperwork from the cases prior to sift through and file and the anticipation of when you’d be on the road or up in the air next always gnawed at your stomach. You fully expected to give your notice and come home crying. You didn’t foresee the prospect of being utterly fucked by your boss who very much did not want you to resign.

You know why the rules are in place. Dating coworkers was messy anyway, never mind dating someone in this line of work. Still… you thought it made sense in a way. The only person who was really going to understand your crazy schedule was someone who was working the same hours.

So you nod, giving him full permission to do as he pleases.

His lips meet yours, surprisingly soft and gentle, akin to the way his hands squeezed yours before. “I can’t believe I held myself back from doing this for this long,” he mumbles against your mouth, then he pulls you in an embrace, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses on the side of your neck where he can reach. “I need you here. I need you to promise me you’ll stay.”

“I’ll stay, Aaron.”

“I’ve wanted your body since the second you walked into this building. I need you. You ground me. Make me feel better, human. Like maybe I could exist outside of the field and outside of this office.”

“Did you know I was struggling?”

“You hide it well. I knew you were frustrated, but the last case was tough and we all are a little on edge. I’m sorry. I should’ve been there for you to lean on, honey,” Aaron says, moving his head back to face you, eyes meeting yours earnestly. “I want you to always come to me if you need anything. Anything.”

You don’t say anything, just hum contently, pressing your mouth back to his for a kiss that starts off chaste and quickly becomes heated, his hands cupping the curve of your ass.

“Answer me,” he says firmly. “Promise me you’ll always come to me.”

“I promise,” you agree.

“Good girl,” he affirms. “You’re such a good girl. Never have to worry about you doing your job. You always get your reports to me on time, you always make brilliant deductions when we’re going over cases, you always make sure the rest of the team doesn’t need anything… such a good girl.”

You kiss him fiercely, the voice in your head screaming he was your boss and both of your careers are on the line if this goes south long silenced. His large hands on your ass pull you closer to him, and you feel his hardening cock against you as he does. “Aaron,” you choke out breathily.

“Feel me? That’s what you do to me, honey.”

You snake a hand between your bodies and palm him through his dress pants, and you can tell he wasn’t expecting that to be your next move from the way his cheeks flush and he groans heavily. “This is about you,” he manages to say, taking your hand away from his clothed cock. “All about you. Go sit on my desk, honey.”

You do as he says, squeezing your thighs together as he follows you and takes his suit jacket off, revealing his tasteful button-down underneath. “Good girl,” he whispers, spreading your legs with hands, kneading the flesh of your thighs as he does so, letting the fabric of your skirt ride up.

And then he digs his nails under the thin sheer of your tights and rips them. “Aaron!” you hiss in surprise.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he responds almost dismissively, easing the torn fabric down the length of your legs, kissing the swell of your calves as he takes your heels off and places them on the floor underneath the desk.

“I’m more worried about how I’m going to walk out of here,” you say, smiling.

“I sent them all out on different tasks and told them to get lunch first. They’ll be gone for a while.”

“Did you plan this?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Not exactly,” he smirks. “But now you can be as loud as you need to be.”

“Aaron,” you say, almost scolding, but whatever you were going to say after that is lost in the recesses of your mind as you feel his mouth on yours again, hot and ready, tongue gliding against yours with ease. He shrugs your blazer off, too, leaving you in just a black tank top and your skirt that was hiked up to your waist.

“I believe regulations are to wear long sleeve button-downs underneath blazers,” he says lowly. You know it’s a lie. If Garcia can dress the way she does there are certainly not strict restrictions on what you can wear, even if you’re a field agent. But you’ll play along.

“I believe regulations are not to have your subordinate spread out on your desk in front of you, sir,” you retort.

Aaron chuckles deeply at that. This is how you usually were, sarcastic and snippy, even with him at times. Funny. “Rules and regulations,” he muses. “I think I’m alright with those two being broken.”

And with that his fingers of his right hand start ghosting your cunt, pressing the thin cotton of your panties, groaning lowly at how wet you are. “You’re soaked, honey,” he says. “Can I feel you? Please.”

“Yes, Aaron, please touch me,” you nod.

He pushes aside your panties, slipping his index finger in slowly, catching your lips with his in the process.

“Want to make you feel so good, so much better,” he murmurs, starting slow and building up pressure before he inserts another finger, stretching you out, making you impossibly wetter, reaching depths of you that you couldn’t reach yourself with your much shorter and thinner fingers. “Lift your hips,” he instructs, and in one swift motion, he slips your panties off, pocketing them in his dress pants. “Good girl.”

“Not fair, Aaron,” you say.

“What’s not fair, honey?”

“You’re still fully dressed,” you point out, reaching for his tie to loosen it. You were absolutely soaked, you could feel it, and you wonder if his desk will stain from your slick. You untuck his shirt from his pants and run your hands over his stomach, scars under the pads of your fingers, God, you want to lick every inch of him.

“Mm. I can help you remedy that,” he agrees, meeting your hands when you were halfway through the buttons on his pristine white shirt, pulling it over his head along with his undershirt. You reach for his belt buckle and he stops you. “Not yet. Let me do something first.”

And before you know it his tongue is on you, swirling incessant circles around your swollen clit, and you can tell he’s not taking his time now. He wants to bring you over the edge and fast, and you wonder how long it will be before the rest of the team do return from their extended lunch breaks. You’ve been eaten out before, sure, but to use a cliched metaphor for the umpteenth time in human history, you finally figured out what women meant when they said their man ate them like it was their last meal on death row. You clamp your legs against his head, and he moans, sending vibrations through your cunt, damn near sending you over the edge as you pant and whimper.

“Am I not making you feel good?” Aaron looks up in worry.

“What? Why would you say that?”

“You’re not screaming. I suppose I should try harder,” he says, furrowing his brow and then he adds his fingers back, fucking deep into you. His tongue focuses on your clit and your thighs are shaking and you gasp, no longer able to hold yourself up seated, leaning back and bracing yourself on your elbows.

“Aaron, I’m so close,” you moan, trying to fight the urge to push him away as the pressure builds. You squeeze your thighs tighter and the sudden force of it drags Aaron’s tongue flat against your clit, and that’s what sends you over the edge, whining his name over and over again.

He doesn’t stop.

“Aaron,” you choke out, trying to back away from him due to the overstimulation. “Aaron. Please.”

“You can be louder than that,” he says, not bothering to lift his head, voice muffled by your wet cunt. “I’m not stopping until you reach a decibel level I’m satisfied with. And I will know if you’re faking.”

You’ve never had anyone go down on you for multiple rounds. You were lucky if you came once with previous partners. Part of the reason you never wanted to make a move with Aaron was that you figured he would ruin you for other men.

And God. Were you right.

You only hope you’re ruining him for other women.

You know you’re next orgasm will be embarrassingly close as he never gave you a chance to come down from the first one. You didn’t expect it to come on like it did though, your right hand carded in his jet black hair, just again, him flattening his tongue against your clit as his fingers continued to scissor you open and you can’t help it, gasping for air, shouting, yelling, keening his name. “Aaron,” you plead. “I can’t give you another one. Please.”

“Shh. Good girl. You can and you will. For me,” he commands authoritatively.

And you can. And you do.

The next time, mercifully, Aaron stands up, and leaves you alone to breathe. He kisses you and you taste yourself on his tongue. He’s achingly hard now, a quite visible tent noticeable in his dress pants, cheeks red from exertion, everything from his nose to his chin wet with your slick.

What a vision.

How were you ever going to get this out of your head?

“Can I be inside you? Please?” he asks.

“Yes,” you affirm.

Aaron lets you unbuckle his pants and lets them pool to the floor, helping you out of your tank top and bra, sucking and biting on your nipples and the flesh of your breasts for a few moments before he steps out of his shoes and boxers, completely bare in front of you.

“God, Aaron,” you breathe. “You’ve really been holding out on me.”

“Yeah?” he asks, and his cheeks flush redder. “I could say the same for you, sweetheart.”

“How long?”

“I told you,” he says lowly, lining his cock with your entrance. “Since the second you walked in this building.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” you ask, but it’s a loaded question if not a stupid one. There’s a myriad of reasons why you don’t tell someone who works under you that you want to fuck them stupid. That you like them. That you love them?

You frown slightly. You don’t think you could handle it if this was the only time you got to be with him like this.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, lifting your chin with his thumb. “You promised you would tell me.”

“Is this… is this a one-time thing, Aaron?” You ask tentatively.

“I don’t want it to be,” he answers quickly. “It’d be a daily occurrence if I had my way.”

With that, he grabs your hips, and looks at you for consent, then slams all the way in when you nod in affirmation. Neither of you can help the moans and groans escaping your mouths at that, you from feeling completely full and him being fully sheathed in you.

“I… I love you,” he says, pressing his sweat-sheened forehead to yours. “You don’t have to say it back. I know how dangerous and inappropriate and difficult this situation is never mind adding emotions to it. And I… I’m not good at them in the first place. I just… I just need you to know that. I want to be with you. All the time.”

“Again, Aaron, why did you never… fuck,” you trail off as he starts moving his hips, setting a slow and languid pace.

“I don’t know. I was afraid,” he chuckles.

“Of me?”

“You’re intimidating. You’re beautiful, smart, and capable. To tell you I wanted you…”

“You’re calling me intimidating?” you ask. “You? Of all people?”

“I’ve seen you interrogate. Baby-faced assassin, hm? You’ve shaken some grown men in their boots.”

“Including you?”

“Including me,” he chuckles, then softens. “Seeing you cry like that today… I… it broke my heart, honey. I never thought I’d see you break. I’d do anything to make you never feel like that again. You need to stay.”

“I already promised you, Aaron,” you say, biting your lip as he somehow angles his cock deeper in you. “I love you.”

Kissing you fiercely, he squeezes your hips, and you can’t wait to see if there’ll be bruises there tomorrow in the shape of his fingertips. “God, you’re fucking squeezing my cock, honey,” he grunts, and you feel yourself clench more at his words. You’ve never heard him swear. Ever. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

“I’m surprised you lasted this long, old man,” you tease.

“You’d be surprised how much stamina I do have,” he threatens, rolling his eyes at you. “You’ll see tonight when I have more time with you.”

“How presumptuous.”

He scoffs, doesn’t say anything, but starts running over your clit with his thumb, kissing you deeply, fucking you faster and harder, setting a much more brutal pace.

“You just need me that bad, Aaron?” you ask, hellbent on seeing him break. “You need to fuck me all the time now that you’ve had me?”

“Yes,” he pants. “Need you all the time. Every day. Need to fuck this pretty cunt. Make you know you’re appreciated. Valued. Loved. Never want to hear you talk about yourself like that ever again. Not…I’ll worship you. Kiss the ground you walk on. Fuck you until you can’t stand. Whatever it takes.”

“What about you, Aaron? How do you feel right now?”

“So fucking good,” he groans. “So fucking good. Such a good girl. You keep sucking my cock back in every thrust, you feel that, honey? So wet, so warm, fuck, I’d stay inside you forever.”

“Yeah, Aaron? Hmm? I—“ your teasing backfired on you, and before you can think of anything else to say, you come on his cock, your nails dragging down his back stalling his motions to stutters and he’s asking you, begging you, “Please let me cum inside you,” he begs. “Please, honey.”

You nod breathlessly, unable to speak, and you don’t think he’d be able to make it out of you in time completely if you’d said no because you feel his seed fill you as you’re still riding out the aftershocks of your own orgasm and he’s moaning your name in choked sobs and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever fucking seen or heard.

“I love you,” he whispers, dark eyes looking up at you from where his face now rested in the swell of your breasts. “I love you. And we’re going to make this work come hell or high water.”

“I love you,” you say back once you catch your breath. “Are you still sending me home?”

He laughs. “You look and smell like sex.”

“Do you think you look or smell any different? You did this to me,” you say, messing up his sweat-streaked hair more with your fingers. “I think your boss should send you home, too.”

“Hm. Perhaps I could convince him,” he says, giving you a wide smile.

He helps you get dressed, kissing you wherever he can reach in between and it takes much longer than it would have had you dressed yourself. You’re not complaining. But there’s no fixing your hair or your tattered tights. No fixing Aaron’s disheveled hair, either, or the sweat stains around his armpits from when you teased him for so long.

“Follow me home, honey,” he instructs. “Round two.”

Maybe you should have mental breakdowns at work more often.

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factual-fantasy · 2 months

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28 ASKS! :DD THANK YOU!! 🍪

@spiritflower-galaxy (Thank you! :DD)

WAIT HANG ON NO NO--

I'm not getting into cookie run! I don't play the games or know any of the lore. Nor am I particularly motivated to really learn much about it on my own time..

I want to clarify that I just really liked the art style! <:D All the colors and themed characters,, it looked really fun! So I scraped together all the knowledge I needed to make some characters for it and then stopped there..

Now I'm not against people rambling in my ask box and doing all the lore research for me.. 👀💅.. just saying that I'm not going out of my way to learn the cookie run lore on my own time- <XDD

(Post in question)

I didn't have a name in mind for him, no.. :(( though he might be named something moth related. If I could access my files- I would have shown you that he was meant to have moth wings! :00

@youlikwjazz004

I haven't seen chapter 3 or any of the angst about it.. <:( sorry!

@taizarack (Post in question)

XDD She really is a goblin. And because she is the most powerful member of the group, no one can really tell her no-

Daww, thank you!! :DD

@drawingdragon7

I've thought about that! :0 I just never got around to drawing it <XDD 💔 Some kind of leather pads that they tie to his feet. Kind'a like cursed horseshoes <XDD

Thank you so much!! 🥰🥰 I wish the same for you!! :}}

.. well? Does she taste good? :0 I imagine a cookie with tomato and meat in it wouldn't taste the best-- XDD

:DDD Thank you! :}}

XD Everything is a 10/10 to her!

@catpop12343

:DD THANK YOU! I'm glad you like what you see! :}}}

@couchwow

I love the art style! And wow, Bluey?? Bingo?? Who let you two into the radiation cabinet?-- XDD /pos

Idk if they would necessarily.. bond.? Over their similar traumas?.. but perhaps there would be a level of understanding between them.

Like, if Papyrus has these strange specific fears or habits due to his trauma. No one would know how to handle it, or understand it better than Jevil could.

....Maybe that's exactly what you meant by bonding over their trauma and I'm just dumb-- <XDD

And how easy it was to dispose of them. Thats haunting XD

(Post in question)

Thank you! :D And aw, what a shame. I had a lot of fun with that movie :(

@raptor1312

XD Well I'm not into the games exactly-- but thank you! I'm very glad to hear that you like my OCs!! :DDD

(Post in question)

Aw, I'm really sorry actually. I felt the same way in the end. I felt like having this really creepy and twisted story with Papyrus as the focus was interesting and fun!.. But not giving him any kind of salvation.? That made it not fun anymore. It was just plain sad. :(

And don't worry about the "possible" part. Its totally canon now XD Papyrus canonically gets yoinked from his sad AU and finds peace with his new friends. :)

As for Seam and Jevil, its.. complicated.

They kiiind'a keep him at arms length..? And its mostly due to the trauma they associate with him and the fact they feel so bad for having abandoned him. They just don't know what to say..

But of course, Papyrus has such a big heart. He fully understands that they're not super comfortable around him just yet. So he kindly gives them space and avoids the subject around them.

Not to worry though. Eventually the tension will dissolve and he will build true friendships with the both of them. :)

@chickenheadguy

Its nice to not have to do any of the research myself I tell you what! XDD

@citrusfruitman

XDD Ok so the story with that is-- in my Sister Location AU I'm thinking that William Afton is using his circus as a front to go from town to town murdering kids..

What I mean about Funtime Freddy being safe to hug "for now".. is that I haven't fully decided if I want William to murder kids by having the animatronics snatch them up.. Ooorr if he just uses them/the circus as one big lure and distraction and does all the murdering himself.

So far I kiiind'a like the idea that the animatronics are innocent and aren't used as tools to murder kids. But that could change. So Freddy is safe to hug!.. For now.. :)

If they somehow ended up there they'd probably just hide in the shadows. If it seems safe and they can find food? They'll stay a while! :}

(Post in question)

Same here! Ngl I was expecting a negative response to those drawings. Considering how insane the movie is- Glad I'm not the only one who had fun with the movie or at least saw its potential! :D

@butshesgotthespirit

:DDD THANK YOU!!! I'm so glad you like how I reimagined them!! :}}

XD I remember that ask, I shall respond to this one with the same images!

"But you haven’t seen my face before..

…right….?"

(WOW these drawings are old. Bibi isn't even there! <XD💔)

@oliepoki

I wish I actually had anything to tell you XD those 3 characters are a bit underdeveloped--

So far though I've planned that Urchin and Cuttlefish are besties. Think Bratty and Catty from Undertale..? I had plans for Cuttlefish to be an experienced pirate that came from another crew. She somehow became indebted to Seafoam and by the time she paid her debt.. she was really attached to the crew. So she stuck around.

Though with her personality being sly and crafty.. I would expect her to find a way to slip through the crew fingers and escape instead of paying her debt. Soooo that backstory might be given to another character or at least has to be altered in some way..

For Spider Crab I'm playing around with the idea that he is the crews medic. Also I think him, Louis and Octo would be friends. I can see Louis always dragging Spider into doing fun activities with the rest of the crew XD Also Him and Octo are close becuase they both understand/respect each others space... that and Octo isn't loud and obnoxious like Louis is XDD

That's unfortunately all the info those characters have atm.. thank you for taking interest in them though! :DD It makes me very smile :}}

GASP!! :000 THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :}}} Right back at you!! :DD 👉👉✨✨✨

#my response #fnaf sister location #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #papyrus #seam and jevil #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #factual fam #super mario bros

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apollostears · 5 months

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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 # ！︎

↠︎ warning(s) + request: angsty-ish, fluff, hurt/comfort, might be ooc aki, devil!reader. Just wanna say that u are really talented (idk what vocab should i use since english is not my first language) in writing i love ur fic so much <33 what i wanna add is the snow devil herself have pastel blue from hair root to pastel purple ends gradient hair color, mint green left eye and sky blue right eye, the snow devil would be so insecure about her looks. The snow devil also was the adoptive elder sister to Makima. Thats all ty if u did write this. Its ok if u dont tysm <33

↠︎ pairing: aki hayakawa x devil!reader

my sweetest love @missshinazugawa, i offer you the humblest of apologies for how long this took :( pls forgive me!! <3 thank you for the support bookie

as the snow devil angel, your looks always stand out

with pastel blue and purple hair and heterochromatic eyes, attention was inevitable and growing up you were picked on a lot for the difference

makima was your younger sister via adoption but she always defended you like she was the eldest

the devil hunting society was cruel and people’s comments on your appearance had gotten worse

everything took a turn when someone vandalized your desk, with words like ‘demon’, ‘freak’, ‘useless’, ‘ugly’, etc.

and usually you could tough it out but the fact that smth like that was able to happen so casually to you in the workplace, you couldn’t help but become overwhelmed with emotions.

embarrassed, you left the building and went to the roof.

aki, makima’s most competent leader, had found you

unbeknownst to you, aki was beginning to fall for you and found you stunning!

he had surprised you by sitting next to you on the ledge of building, letting you cry into his shoulder

aki cursed the people who vandalized your things and vowed to find out who did it (he did)

you weren’t expecting this from someone who vehemently hates devils

his presence and conviction to defend your image were calming and allowed you to see him in a different light

from there, the two of you began a friendship that is now a relationship!

with makima as your sister and aki as your boyfriend, you don’t get picked on at work anymore

but sometimes people in public get too obvious in their stares and disgust with a devil being around them

aki matches them with a stare of his own, one just as mean. he always has an arm around you but it tightens whenever you get uncomfortable

usually people get the hint but every once in awhile, you’re shielding your eyes from witnessing your lover beat the shit out of another person thats overstepped

he’s fiercely protective of you and loves you downnnnnnn

aki would rather speed up his death than hurt you/allow someone else to hurt you

if you’re ever feeling bad afterwards or just in one of those moods where your insecurities are overwhelming, aki commences ‘self-care with aki day’

its where he takes care of you and pampers you, making sure you feel at least half as beautiful

you guys are usually sleeping in, reading, cuddling, watching tv/movies, eating your favorite foods, and doing some skin care when these things happen

he also posts affirmations all over the house and packs your bentos with them all the time

calls you ‘pretty’, ‘gorgeous’, ‘beautiful’, ‘lovely’, and ‘angel’ pretty much every second he breathes

this man works overtime to protect your body from the negative thoughts of others and yourself

he loves staring into your eyes and saying “sorry, they’re so mesmerizing angel” whenever you scold him for looking too long

is 100% your biggest fan

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @kennyackermanswhore @chaoticevilbakugo @indiecursor @gabzlovesu @desiray562 @brownmochii @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16 @caribbeanwifey19 @emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @waka-umm @wilsonsbuck @ctrlstar @jealousfuckingcunt @savagemickey03 @dukina @saintblk @sisnot @littlemochi @hoohoohope @ruubric @tor-tor8 @beautyfairykei @lilvampirina

#mayawrites #anime #chainsaw man #aki fluff #aki headcanons #aki csm #aki x reader #aki hayakawa #aki x devil!reader #csm x reader #csm hcs #free palestine #free gaza

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danihow · 1 year

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Fix you

Song Mingi x Spouse!GN!Reader

ATEEZ

Requested by anon who said:

H. Don't cry, you know I'll cry if you cry; husband!au; ateez mingi plss 🤧💗

Summary: After a really shitty day you are met with your sweet husband who hates to see you cry.

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: Simping, rain, mentions of not feeling enough, idk what else though.

A/N: was this proofread? No, I don't want to make me erase the whole thing i wrote last night, sooo, here you go. (i'm so deeply sorry about how bad this is after a request that stood in my request for literally a year)

The whole world seemed to be against you at this very second, you could feel dozens of eyes upon you every time you breathed, waiting for you to finally fall apart, to finally break.

And the worst part is that you don't even know why you felt like this, like the world was crumbling out of your hands without a reason, and there was no time for that right now.

You could handle the weight on your shoulder, you have done it with little to no problem ever since you were a child.

Then, why was it so hard for you to do that same thing right now.

Your gut was twisting on itself, stomach dropped to your feet, heart thumping against your ribcage with brutal force, lungs breathing shakily slow in an attempt not to break down in the middle of the subway.

All you could wish for right now was to get to the safety of your home, everything hurting too much to even think. Pain so sharp you could barely register your surroundings, almost missing your stop, getting down to be met with pouring rain outside.

Just what you were missing.

With no umbrella on hand, just your coat with you, you tried to cover as much as you could and started to run (or more like jog carefully) under the rain to your apartment, after crossing two streets you slipped, falling onto the wet sidewalk and you coat falling on a puddle and your stuff flying everywhere, getting wet.

This was the last straw, everything you had bottled up, everything you sealed with pressure, your glass spilling, the same way that tears were now running down your cheeks, blending together with the rain droplets that fell through strands of your hair onto your face, you could bear the pain inside you anymore.

Getting up, still crying, you gathered your belongings and began walking home, no care towards the rain, nor the cold, it didn't matter that much anymore, you just wanted to go home.

Once there, getting out of the elevator on your floor you began walking to your apartment, wet shoes making funky sounds with each step you took, clothing drenched and cold, sniffles leaving you as you were calmer after the ten minute walk down the rain concentrated now on how cute the color of the floors was.

"y/n?" you heard that familiar voice asks, making you snap you head up, spotting Mingi no more than 4 meters away from you, umbrella and coat in hand.

Seeing your husband there, standing in all his dry and warm presence made you tear up again, frustrated about your day again. "Mingi..." You muttered barely above a whisper, lower lip quivering before breaking down again, his worried form coming to take you in his embrace.

"Oh my god love, you are all soaked, I was going to meet you halfway, if you didn't have an umbrella you could've called." He said, putting his coat above your shoulder before kissing your head.

"My phone died, and if I talked to anyone I would cry more." You managed to say between quiet sobs, hands trying to clear you vision, looking up to him.

"Come one let's go inside." He urged in the calmest way he could, walking you to the inside of your shared apartment, helping you take off everything you carried, rushing to get you some of his warm hoodies and your favourite stay at home clothes. "Wanna talk about it?" He said once you were all dried up, or most of your at least, hair still damp.

He cradled you with so much love, letting you sit between his spread legs on the bed, facing him as his hands run up and down your back, it made you feel overwhelmed, undeserving.

"I'm so sorry I cause so much trouble." You said before breaking once again, tears silently running down your cheeks, no more sobs coming out of your throat, just your body being flooded by so many bad emotions.

"No my love, don't cry, you know I'll cry if you cry." He said, one hand moving to cup your cheek, cleaning your tears with his thumb as the metallic sensation of his wedding ring contrasting with the skin of his hands, his own eyes teary to seeing the love of his live, his light, his own safe place so bothered, so sad and overwhelmed. So broken.

"I just want to stop feeling like this." You said, leaning in his touch, trying not to cry for him.

"I know, I know, just talk to me, I'm here for you, I'll always be." Mingi said, pressing his forehead against yours sweetly, comforting, even soothing your distress.

"I'm just so broken, everything I do is wrong, feels wrong, I feel like I'm disappointing everyone, like I'm not enough, and I hate it." You say, his heart breaking to the knowledge of you feeling like he did, his light so deemed down, so broken.

"You are more than enough love, you are my whole world, and every time you feel like you don't do enough, your don't are enough, I’ll be there to prove you so wrong every single time." He says, right before repeating your words. "If you need fixing, I'll be there to help you grow again."

"Thank you, thank you so much." You whispered, hands resting on his sides, fingers tracing imaginary figures on his skin under his sweater, a bit calmer, noticing the way tears streamed down his cheeks just as yours.

"Don't worry, you've fixed me everytime I felt broken, now it’s my turn to fix you love." He said, a kiss on the top of your head before bringing you even closer to him.

#mingi x reader #mingi #song mingi #song mingi x reader #mingi fluff #mingi scenario #husband mingi #ateez #ateez fluff #atz fluff #ateez au #ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfic #ateez mingi

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goodolme · 1 year

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Leo x FEM!reader who has an abusive bf? And Leo is just so concerned and keeps telling reader that they need to break up, but readers excuse everytime is "he loves me."

It's until the 'incident' that reader finally saw how bad her relationship is.

Overall, Leo is just like "if he truly loved you like I do, you wouldn't be crying." (Btw if your not okay with FEM reader or not comfortable with this request then you can igore it!).

-noodle 🍜

♡ ''he loves me'' ♡

Pairing: Rise!Leo x Reader (could be taken as romantic or platonic really)

Pronouns: Requested as Female but none used.

Warnings: Abusive relationships; mentions of violence and swearing.

Notes: Not proofread nor checked for mistakes so sorry if you spot one. I'll probably correct it when I can.

I wanted this to have a confession but fir some reason I didn't give it one so..... I hope you like it...?

Y'all know that I don't only write for Leo right. But don't worry I'm more than greatful to recieve requests non the less.

Dude at this point this is more of a one-shot idk man I can't write properly.

Masterlist

He was your first love. Or at least you thought you loved him.

No one had treated you the way he did and you just fell for it. You fell hard.

But that facade was completely gone once you two started getting intimate.

He would start being more controlling.

He would control how you looked, what you wore a d even who you spoke to.

He knew all your passwords so there wasn't really any use in trying to text anyone.

But you were too blind to see the signs. You looked at your world with rose tainted glasses and you didn’t realize it was hurting you.

Your friends didn't think much of it at first. Thay thought "Hey it's exam season, maybe they're buissy."

But Leo picked up on what was happening. And he didn't like it one bit.

He tried to make you snap out of it and make you realize that the guy you were with was not good for you. That it was toxic.

You didn’t listen to him. You were too blinded by "Love" as you called it.

Every time Leo would try and make you see what was going on you would just respond:

"But he loves me. He doesn't do it with bad intent, he's just trying to protect me."

That eventually lead to you and Leo getting into a fight one night.

"Why do you hate him?"

"Because he's bad for you."

"He's not bad!"

"Yes he is!"

"Mention one bad thing he did to me"

"Um I don't know; maybe the fact that he controls what you wear. Or what you eat. Oh and what about the fact that we bearly see you anymore! The only way to get in touch with you is literally climbing up your window!"

"He's just trying to protect m-"

"Don't say that. You always say that."

"He loves-"

"No he doesn't!"

"FUCK YOU LEO!"

You hadn't spoken to Leo from that moment on.

At least untill "The incident".

Your boyfriend had never layed a hand on you up to this point.

It started with a stupid fight about what you two should eat that night and it somehow escalated into one about the nature of your relationship.

You had enough and got away from that building as fast as you could. If course you boyfrind screaming after you. But he didn't chase you. He didn't care enough.

You ended up sitting on a bench of a near by park.

"Are you ok?"

It was Leo. You didn’t know how he knew where you were but you were glad to see a familiar face in such a moment as this.

You liubged forward to hug him as tight as you as your body let you.

You two talked about what had happened just moments before between your boyfrind and yourself.

The two of you ended apologizing to each other.

"You know, it's funny;" He looked at you confused. "when you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags." You laughed slightly, with tears running down your face even after all the crying you had previously done.

Leo gave your arms a tight sqeeze reasuring you.

"Let's get to the lair and patch you up huh?"

#rise leo x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x you #leo x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt x reader #imagines #drabbles #blurbs

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p-wrryyy-mordial-soup · 23 days

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Hiiii :3 heres my pack of losers (my x-rank team) because i needed ghost to actually have a team :]. heres a link to all my splatoons on toyhouse

seperate refrences, little blurbs about them and color alts where they all share eachothers colors below the thang v enjoy my word vomit idk how to write character stuff out teehee

sorry his ref is a year old and rushed for artfight </3 also the age is wrong i think i changed it to 23

he's from around where the deepsea metro is/was. had to leave because of unstable surroundings from an unknown to him cause. he's best friends with Rust and her kids, im gonna be honest i haven't actually thought through how they met and ive just realized this oops. since he spent most of his life underground and now lives in the splatlands he gets sunburnt way too frequently to not be covered up constantly, though he wears thing like tank tops and shorts during splatfest since those mostly occur during the night.

He met wisteria and ember first and then 72. they didnt apoint him as leader nor do they really care to have one but he's the tallest so everyone assumes its him. he's the most softspoken out of the 4 of them but thats a really low bar, he has a hard time making decisions but once he does he will die on that hill

(since its not on his ref like the other three)

72 escaped the metro before agent 8 went through it, he had found a memcake that was dropped after a test giving him just a clear enough mind to think for himself some. he ended up finding his way out after a while of accumulating a couple more memcakes, barely any where his though so hes walking around with memories that aren't his. It also took him a while to get used to the fact he isnt a soldier nor a test subject anymore. If he saw another sanitized mollusk he'd probably hide or run away </3.

72 met Ghost while after wandering around the area for a while, and ended up crashing in his car the whole time on ghosts way back to the splatlands (he thought 72 was like, drunk or something since he was tumbling around and seemed to be not the most coherent). he doesnt blink or breath unless hes actively thinking about it :[.

he had a hard time discerning things for a while but hes gotten better, at first he thought ember was just a weird octoling because she wears the old octoling goggles. we beat the evil soap with friendship in this house!!!

personality wise hes pretty hyper and cheerful which isnt usually your first thought upon seeing a zombie, forgot his age but hes an adult, he was encouraged to pick his own birthday :]

I have the least down for him at the moment, there will be more on her prommy </3 she's 21

She's a callie superfan with a vulgar sense of humor, usually the one who purposefully makes other players angry. born and raised in the splatlands she knows all the places to hide and get you lost in.

he's been friends with ember the longest, they where online friends until ember moved to splatsville. was introduced to ghost and 72 later by ember, he likes to antagonize 72 (think sibling antagonizing, theyre both in on it). down to fist fight you in the back of a waffle house

Originally from the inkopolis outskirts, they're 31

Ember's both a video game and turf/anarchy streamer, she has camera in their goggles for the latter. bad habit of talking in twitch/internet lingo outside of streaming. Once she has eyes on something its nearly impossible to get her to do something else. Very friendly outside fighting, will give you nice words and a pat on the back after a game whether they won or not.

met ghost while playing turf war in a random que, he was, in her words, "a bit to intense to be playing in turf" and told him after the game that he should try out anarchy, he was scared of it since he was new to the area. they ended up teaming up and playing a couple games together, later inviting wisteria and eventually 72.

theres def more to these guys but it will take me a long time to get the words in my head to cooperate 🙏im better at answering specific questions about things then coming up with what to write myself

have some color alts :3

#splatoon #resh rambles again #my art #oc ghost #oc wisteria #oc 72 #oc ember

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luvvixu · 10 months

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dazai x reader (she/her)

🗒️🕊️ paper cranes

genre: heavy angst, modern au

synopsis: the same situation becomes the same destiny.

how far would you go to declare your love and commitment towards your significant other? for someone like dazai osamu, who grew up in a stinky and monstrous society, he would do anything even if it would literally change him as a whole human-being.

love got him crazy, so don't blame him.

warning: some parts of the scene are based in the true stories. idk but i think i suck at making heavy angst.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: sorry i would always went through writer's block that is why i rarely post things hahahahhs

song: where'd all the time go? by dr. dog

not a single breath was wasted as soon as he heard about another way to make a wish if you're unlucky enough to wish upon the actual shooting star. he immediately went towards your place, unannounced, and started to make paper cranes.

10… for you, just for you.

he was bad at making origami. but he still tries to make it despite his hatred at unperfect lines he flatten on each side just to make a product out of paper. he endures every mistake and imperfections of his work.

50…for you, just for you.

he is willing to rewatch the tutorial on how to make paper cranes even though he's so sick of hearing the annoying voice over. and he doesn't even care anymore about all of the papers getting wasted around him. the papers on his notebook are getting thinner as each minute passes just by trying to make a perfect origami.

100…for you, just for you.

since then, he has spent day and night working. it seems like he forgot how to normally function as his mind only occupied making origami. he accepted this decision with passion, even though his hands were numb and tired.

200… for you, just for you.

as his hair swept on his bangs, he left no choice but to tie it up so that it would not bother his vision, for he's always looking down at the table. no wonder it feels like he couldn't feel his neck anymore because of the numbness and soreness he experienced. he compared the pain of looking down for too long on the rope he used to hang on his neck. there was no doubt the first option hurts more.

300… for you, just for you.

a tear slips on his eyes, you haven't been talking to him for too long. he misses the way your eyes would intertwine with his. the warmth of your small hands on him, feeling the total eccentric emotion as he dives in your galaxy. he would always get himself drunk and lost in your touch. but, anyway, he is getting good at origami.

400… for you, just for you.

it's been months. he now considers himself as professional at making origami, paper cranes to be specific. he can finally make it while both of his eyes are closed. there's also a spark on his hopeful chest when he realizes he's halfway through. those sleepless nights are totally worth it because he's able to look at your peaceful sleeping face while working on origami.

500… for you, just for you.

one day, a friend came to visit you. they were shocked to see more than dozens of paper cranes on the floor. but he doesn't care nor entertain them as he was keeping his attention on his now full time work. he's now halfway through and that gives him a beyond motivation. he could even fold a paper cranes under a minute, and he knew he was improving a lot.

600… for you, just for you.

there was a day where he would just lay down beside you and stare at your sleeping face. his lips would cackle on how adorable you were. he also never fails to mention all of his hardships on making origami. despite that, he took up this hobby like his life depended on it. he literally spends all of his time and money on crafting and buying papers for this.

700… for you, just for you.

he was almost near the end. the paper cranes double up on each weave on his hands. your room is filled with hundreds of paper cranes, each color evident on the ground. he looked at you as you breathed peacefully in your sleep. a smile broke on his lips as he reached out for your hand. whispers his love and declaration towards you, non-stop.

800… for you, just for you.

craft, eat, sleep, wake up, and repeat. these are his routine for the last months and he is consistent with his new schedule. if that would only make him see you shine once again, it will be all worth it. if that would only make you get out of the bed, it will be all worth it. he just loves you so much that it changed him, and he's not complaining about that.

900…for you, just for you.

how did you two end up here? why is he making such a big number of paper cranes? why is he so obsessed with making his wish be heard?

it all started when you almost lost your life in a tragic accident, an attempt suicide. you are saved, but got stuck in a coma. dazai was beyond devastated when the doctors stated that there's a low chance of surviving—but he's in denial. he is still hoping that those beautiful orbs of yours would eventually be seen by him once more.

money isn't a problem to him. he literally threatens the doctors just for you to have a stable supply of life support to help you live. he pours his power to make your life be comfortable, even if you're technically sleeping. so that when you wake up, you won't feel any eerie sensation.

one day, while he's out to get something to eat, there was a stranger telling a story to some stray children in the street. while waiting for the pedestrian light to signal a green light, he couldn't help but to eavesdrop at the story.

it was the story of a girl and thousands of paper cranes.

the girl was diagnosed with a disease. her father told her that if she made thousands of paper cranes, her wish would come true. so, she crafted thousands of paper cranes, hoping that her disease would go away.

after hearing the story, there was a spark in his chest. he admits, it sounds so childish and ridiculous. but he's in love and literally willing to do anything just to keep you alive. that is why he came to your place, unannounced. and he also started to learn how to make paper cranes until he finally reached the end.

999…for you, just for you.

look at him now, he was on the last paper crane. dazai couldn't help but to shed a tear, because after three months, he was able to craft the said number of origami. all of the bloodshed fatigue and sleepless night, with his hands working nonstop, he is near.

"y/n, my darling…" he grabs your thin and pale hand just for him to offer it a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

he stared at your emotionless sleeping face. even though half of your face is covered with a breathing mask, you are still beautiful. he treasures every beauty and flaws of yours. no matter how much you hate the insecurities launched in your body, he loves every single one of it as much as you despise it.

dazai continues to talk to you about his day just like he always does while folding the paper that will serve as his last resort for his wish.

fold and fold…and another fold, until the truth will finally be told.

the male collects all of the paper cranes in your bed, covering your whole unresponsive body with papers. it was so much that some of the cranes fell on the bed. finally, he placed the last crane that completed the mission.

"1000…for you, just for you." he mumbles.

dazai never believed in god, but he prays. now that he completed the thousand paper cranes, he reached out for all of the gods who might hear him please. a miracle should arrive at any moment, all he has to do is to place some faith in you and him.

on the first day, nothing happened to his dismay. but he remained patient. he prayed even harder on the following day but still no outcome. dazai unlocked another routine, praying for a miracle. everyday he would pray for you even if he is an atheist and doesn't believe in the concept of religion.

yet, he still prays, prays, and prayed…until he reached the same length of months while he was crafting the paper cranes. the patience of waiting for you has molded him into another persona, just like a lost man trekking into the unknown.

still no avail, you are not waking up—but he's in denial that he's starting to lose hope on this madness. he is mad, but not at you, he is mad over nothing. dazai was searching for someone to blame on his unsuccessful attempt of waking you up and bringing you back into his arms.

a year had passed, dazai grew thin in malnourishment, but not frail as you. he was walking solemnly towards your room with a balloon in his hand. there's also a piece of paper—paper crane to be specific. before the paper was crafted, it was filled with messy handwriting, a message that only contained three words and eight letters.

"i love you…"

those same three words and eight letters that he failed to declare to you when you're still awake, or should i say, alive. anyway, he rubbed his tired eyes that are now being homed with dark circles under his eyes.

supposedly, he meant to hide the fatigue that's evident on his face. but he realized, he shouldn't cover himself when it comes to you. no secrets and insincere should be tolerated in your vicinity. so, he visits you with his usual self, for today is important.

that's right, today is the day where you are born into this cruel world, your birthday. the same day you got admitted into this damned place, the hospital. and the same day you will be finally set free, forever.

after years of pain, suffering, melancholy, reminiscing, and thinking, dazai finally learned to let you go.

"happy birthday, belladonna." dazai tied the balloon on your wrist. he knew you really liked having a balloon tied on your wrist. you loved the way it sways along the wind.

"i miss you, i hope you are aware." dazai paused with a chuckle. "and i also hope you are aware that you have already missed three years of your life. everything comes so fast, doesn't it?" he continues as he lets his hand intertwine with yours.

"did you like the balloon? i specifically picked the color you like. i also made you a letter—a bunch of them, by the way. i just wished you would wake up and read every single one of them."

dazai let out a sigh, leaning his back on the chair beside you. his eyes trailed on the balloon floating in the air. "i always wonder if you could hear me grumble over some random things. if you do, you would probably laugh at my silliness. of course! i just made a thousand counts of paper cranes."

"on the contrary, i learned so many things that not once in my life, would do it for someone. i learned how to be patient, believe in a story i overheard while walking, pray to the gods that i don't even believe, and craft a paper crane. and most importantly, i learned how to love and do everything for them."

are you hurt? are you in pain? are you lost?

these hidden words are lingering in his fragile mind. dazai wants to mend your wounds. dazai wants to take your pain. dazai wants to make you to be each other's solace. oh, how delusional he is.

sadly, all of the sudden, his plan for both of you fell like a house of card when the clock strikes at six in the evening. the designated icu doctor for you suddenly approaches him without a noticed.

dazai tried not to get distracted by the look in his face, pained and agonized. he flashes a cheerful demure to take his negativities away—yet he failed to do so.

"the doctors told me yesterday…" dazai bites his lips to stop it from trembling. his grip on your unresponsive hand tightens, like he doesn't want to lose you.

"they told me that you are brain dead."

your body system collapses out of nowhere. the doctors were notified about your condition and were extremely hesitant to tell him, but it was no good to keep you in this hell place for any longer. all they had to do was to accept, and all dazai had to do is to also accept.

swallow the hard truth that you will no longer see the world just like how he sees it. digest the hard truth that you are officially gone and will not come back anymore.

in short, you are dead.

"i should've read the signs, you are tired. i'm so sorry, darling. i became so selfish that i let you continue without your consent. i let you suffer for my own desires just because i want you to be with me forever." a tear, followed by another, until he finally broke down right in front of you.

if you're probably still here, dazai knew you would wipe his tears and embrace him like he deserves the whole world. the image of you whispering sweet nothing in his ears is enough to make him feel weak. he literally loves the delusion of it.

"i love you so damn much that i gotta let you go because i have hurt a lot. i am getting an image of yourself saying "is it worth it?" but i am dumb and stupid because i kept on saying "yes". i'm so sorry!" his wails became louder and louder any second was passing. it was like all of his pent up emotions over the last three years had finally come to burst.

he lost his final resort because the next thing he knew, he was standing on the same street where he had heard about the story of the girl and thousands of paper cranes.

dazai was frantic and a mess, his mind was kept in shut. he does not remember a single thing of what happened after his big mental breakdown. but he was sure, a doctor came inside the room and he took him out.

a faint voice reached his ears during that moment. "i'm so sorry, mr. dazai. but just like we have talked to, let's put ms. y/n to rest." the doctor said and dazai was too lost to respond and digest the things he's said.

at that moment, he was somehow aware that they finally shut the machine down that only keeps you from being technically alive. his cold and empty eyes trailed on the balloon in your wrist and then to the clock above your head.

time of death, 11:59 PM…

today is your birthday.

today is your accident anniversary.

today is your deathday.

dazai was staring into the void of darkness as the midnight stars failed to appear in the doom sky. right on his spot, he declares that this place no longer feels like home.

"my y/n, my darling, my belladonna. i seem to have done everything, but why does this still happen?"

little did he know, he failed to hear the ending. the young girl still died even if she crafted thousands of paper cranes and prayed for the gods to let her survive.

he did the same process as the girl from the story and got the same ending—he finished making thousands of paper cranes, yet, you still died.

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saltyr3mix · 10 months

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Outsider smp Owen hair head cannons: I've had thoughts about this and wanted to share. Ok so, Owens Minecraft skin that he uses in the smp has hair buns. and i will die on this hill. I think through the entire time in the maze Owen had space buns or pigtails.

Owen is also like 35. So there is a 35 year old man. traumatized by being a child soldier and war criminal....even if he doesn't know it at first. And he wears space buns. I don't know why but that makes me so incredibly happy.

And also this means hes matching with Apo and Magic. Who also have their hair tied up in a similar way.

If you want my full personal head cannon. Owen didn't know what to do with his hair at all when he first entered. At first it wasn't even long enough to tie up. But months passed and he was getting extremely annoyed when it would fall into his eyes while training or stick to the back of his neck after long days in the maze. He was complaining to Apo about this one day and Apo's like. Hold on man i've got this.

The demon comes back with some twine, thin cloth. Or whatever the closest to rubber bands that they have in the clearing. And does Owen's hair up in buns. Owen laughs at first thinking he looks slightly ridiculous. But slowly learns to love them. when they eventually fall out he goes back to Apo asking to do them up again. Apo eventually teaches him how to do it himself and the pair have matching buns through out the more peaceful time of clearing. Sometimes they even dragged Rasbi in. They often placed flowers and other pretty forestry in each other's buns as decoration.

Flash forward several months/ years depending on what you believe. And Magic enters the scene. Owen wants nothing to do with Apo at the moment because he was lied and betrayed to by the demon. One day he comes out with his hair down, everyone a bit surprised they hadn't seen it like this scene the very early days of the clearing. Magic figures out that he's upset and offers to help. He needing something to distract himself and not wanting to have to deal with the mess of long hair in his face when entering the maze, lets the younger mess with his hair. Magic tries a a few styles, just some funny ones to cheer him up a bit. even threatening to dye it crazy colors. In the end Owens hair is up in buns again. But whereas Apo's were small and tight better for just keeping the hair from being a bother. Magics had more volume and airy. They were more for display than function. But he wore them around anyways to match magic and even use them to make fun of her at times. Only it would always end up backfiring. He no longer puts flowers in them. Flash forward again and Owens is cleaning Apo's blood off his spear. In the reflection he sees the buns and flash back to soldier rules on hair length kick in. He picks up some sheers and cuts it all off down to appropriate length. The others cant tell if that was a good or bad thing. Magic is a bit upset they don't match anymore. But Owen assures her that it was only having hair that long was bothering him. By the time Owens locked up having committed multiple murders his hairs a bit out grown again. Not helping with the heat. He can't help but hate that it only proves how much hes fallen from his soldier glory.

Anyway, i also think at one point he dyed a streak of his hair orange. It might have even been a prank on him from either Oeca or Apo that dyed his hair that way. But it didn't stick around only last for a handful of weeks.

And yeah! Outsiders may be long over but i've finally found a place to talk about it so im going to! Sorry not Sorry for the rant he means a lot to me. And if you like this idea let me know.....i might write a fic about it....i've certainly thought about it but idk if i would have the time.

#outsiders smp #owengejuice #apokuna #head canon

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ilovescaredysquirrel2 · 2 months

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I was the first person in America to watch Butterfly Tale!

Okay, so Butterfly Tale and Migration are both the BEST animated movies of 2023 in my opinion and you can't even compare them to the others!!! I wish Butterfly Tale got released in America and other countries because it was amazing. It makes me so mad that Disney can use A.I on a movie yet it still beat an original and adorable story about friendship and self confidence.

There are a lot of things I loved about Butterfly Tale, which I literally been waiting months to see, but let's start with the creative story and characters! Can we all just appreciate the "funny" villain tropes for a sec? I mean, I don't like these stereotypic evil cackle, mustache twirling villains like in old Disney movies. I like the funny, silly villains that aren't super threatening, but threatening enough to know they're the bad guys. The villain birds in Butterfly Tale were actually pretty creative! It's giving Gabu's pack from One Stormy Night, mixed with the Greasers from CatDog, and I'm here for it!!! Like, one of the birds was even missing an eye like Giro did in One Stormy Night, that also happened to be bitten off by the main character's dad. Like, there's no way they weren't inspired by One Stormy Night a little bit! I'm so happy. I also loved the designs too (I thought they were magpies at first but they were colorful and they were big enough to be hawks so idk what they were) but it was mostly the girl who was colorful. They didn't give her the stereotypic female design with big eyes and chest, they just made her more colorful. Even though the Butterflies also had human like designs, nobody was sexualized! The designs also looked good against the backgrounds and it blended in so nicely. You gotta love Marty's design and how he was as a caterpillar and as a butterfly. I also like the symbolism as turning into a butterfly is like puberty for caterpillars, instead of having adult caterpillars which doesn't make sense (**cough cough** Disney Bugs life).

We also got to appreciate the mother-son aspect with Patrick and his mom, and the symbolism for Patrick's disability is that one of his wings is smaller than the other. His mom was trying to protect him so much, kind of like Mei's grandma was in One stormy night. I found it most sad when Patrick got separated from his mother in the movie, (i don't wanna give spoilers tho). I also love Margaret's design too, she's a super sweet mom! This movie has a lot of girl power too, not just with Margaret, but with Jennifer and Lily's relationship, and also with the chief of the butterflies being a woman! I know it's not a big deal anymore, but I like seeing girl power. Speaking of Jennifer and Lily, they were adorable characters and Lily was such a supportive friend. I also like how they made Jennifer strong and confident but also gave her a soft side with her being afraid of heights. She kind of reminded me of Scaredy Squirrel in a way (there were a few characters who reminded me of Scaredy Squirrel too tho). Jennifer also learned to face her fears, sorry if that's another spoiler.

This movie was so adorable, the humor was also really good and the songs were too! I actually loved the "one liners", ike the little jokes that background characters made. This is another reason why I love foreign animated movies that are dubbed, the background characters will sometimes say really funny things. (Example, like when Marty said he fell asleep in the trailer that was full of the milkweed, one of the guys in the background were like "Who sleeps in a trailer?" and also one of the birds were like "Don't you know anything about politics?" after they lost direction). Pink Parrot is also a pretty underrated company, and I bet this is their best movie. I haven't seen Snowtime yet, but that loos cute and fun! I love Oops Noah is Gone (which was also titled "All creatures Big & Small" for some reason... not to be confused with Big & Small, the puppet show with the toothpaste meme). ScaryGirl doesn't look like that good of a movie though, but I'm not a fan of spooky stuff. I think I'll stick to Butterfly Tale and Oops Noah is Gone.

Anyway, tell me what you think! If you have the streaming service Crave, PLEASE WATCH BUTTERFLY TALE! It's so worth it! I wish this could have been nominated for 2023 Oscars but no.... Migration didn't get nominated either which I think is equally an amazing movie (although Butterfly Tale appeals to me more personally, they're both my type of movie tho). Also, if you're in Canada and was lucky enough to see this amazing movie in theaters, share your thoughts!

#butterfly tale movie #butterfly tale #le légende du papillon #butterfly tale 2023 #animated movies 2023 #animated movies 2024 #my thoughts #pink parrot

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kamii-2 · 6 months

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how i think the outsider boys would react to you coming out as lesbian

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so like this is my first time writing headcannons so i’m very sorry if they suck 😭 please enjoy this post and have a good day :))

i’m sorry that some of them are short then others 😞 idk what to put for them

warnings: mentions of homophobia, cussing, and slurs

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ponyboy curtis

he would most definitely support you

he would probably ask what it meant

after you told him he would say something along the lines of “OHHH, we’ll just know i support you” and give you a big hug

he would (attempt to) stick up for you if someone was homophobic to you

he would try to put you on with EVERY girl you say is pretty

he would help you tell the rest of the gang about you being lesbian

during pride month he would definitely give you some kind of rainbow or lesbian flag colored gift 😭

he would probably cry when you tell him bc you trust him enough to tell him first

he will definitely almost out you a couple times

like i can imagine him trying to make some random man leave you alone and he says something like “she doesn’t even like bo- ..you.”

johnny cade

johnny wouldn’t know what to say at first 😭

like he would just stare at you then say “..what?”

you’d probably have to explain to him what it means

he would thinks it’s a disease or something

he start to freak out a little 😭 “what does that mean? is it a sickness? is it contagious?”

he would most definitely support you

yk bc he’s gay and all (just like ponyboy)

he would ask you who ur crush is then ask pony to help out you guys on

he would probably accidentally out you to the whole group

like i can imagine him saying something along the line of “so how’s everything going with you and your girlfriend?” then everyone stares at you 😭

tbh i can’t really picture hum doing/saying anything else to you besides checking up on you and your crush/girlfriend

he seems like he wouldn’t care if you were lesbian or straight or anything else

dally winston

he would laugh at you at first bc he tougher you were joking

once he sees you not smiling he said “oh- you’re for real?”

he would be slightly homophobic 😭

he’s the type of guy to accidentally out you to the whole town

he would beat up anybody who made fun of you

he would says slurs but not in a mean way (ifykwim)

bro would jokingly bully you for being gay

like he would say stuff like “that’s why you’re gay” and you would say “don’t you like girls too?”

dally would see something rainbow and immediately say something to/about you

*sees rainbow cup at store* “look its your twin” and he would start laughing extremely loud after 😭

just like pony, he would try and put you on with EVERY SINGLE GIRL you call fine or look at

sodapop curtis

he would give you a big fat hug when you come out to him

he would start to cry a little 😭

he would protect you from homophobes

i could see him yelling at someone or beating them up bc they were homophobic to you

he would be so nice to you and help you with any type of relationship problems

he would be ur therapist

“soda i don’t even know what to do anymore man, i just want her so bad but-“ “shhhh it’s okay, why don’t you find a new crush?”

soda would somehow get you with your crush after only talking to her about you one time

“sooo…how do you feel about my friend y/n?” and then he would go on for like 30 minutes on why she should be with you and stuff like that

he would also get you gifts for pride month 😭

steve randle

he would be kinda frozen for a second

“steve…i like girls..” “……….me too”

he would be super duper chill about it

he would help you with any type of relationship advice or anything to do with relationships

he would teach you how to flirt

he would help you get ready for dates

he would definitely ask you to work at the DX with him and soda just to see hot girls all day (and to actually work, but mostly to look at girls all day long)

he would give you pep talks before dates/asking girls out

two-bit matthews

biggest hype man ever

would yell in happiness at you telling him

you both go to the nightly double and rate random girls

“what about that broad over there” “7/10”

you both have completely different taste in women

“that lady that just walked by was fine as hell” “two-bit matthews, that lady was ugly”

he would be so interested in all of your love life drama (all of the guys are)

he would give the worst advice ever

like don’t trust any advice he gives you bc you might get beat up 😭

he would say slurs aswell but once you tell him what they mean, he would stop

“stop it fag” “two… that’s a slur” “IM SO SORRY, I DIDNT KNOW” then he would give you a big hug 😭

he would attempt to be ur relationship therapist but would fail horribly

darry curtis

he would not care at all

“darry.. i’m gay” “…okay?”

he would protect you from homophobes (they all would)

he would let you rant to him about your love life

idk what to put for him 😭

i’m so very sorry this one is so short

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i hope you guys enjoyed this post :)) i hope you all have a good day!! bye love you all 💋💋

#the outsiders #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #dally winston #two bit mathews #steve randle #lesbian #platonic!reader #headcannons

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I can't respond to this ask directly anymore but pretty much someone asked for Jack married to reader and what the wedding was like, honeymoon, and some general domestic hcs so lez go!

Sorry in advanced if I go to heavy into one aspect or another, I'll try to spead this out evenly tho! And be warned i am very eepy writing this

Let's start this at the wedding planning first. Why you may ask? Because there is no bridzilla like Jacky

All the food deserts have to be made by his employees and lord help them if they don't live up to what he wants

The scheme has tp match his usual aethetic yet somehow be fancier, the outfits need to be big and bold but not upstaging, the entertainment need to make sure they can get this shit right, and of course the colors!

At least one employee was fired for getting the purples wrong infront of Jack to many times

The actual day was lovely however once he calmed tf down. With lavender flowers and your outfits of course being color coordinated at the very least

Don't tell anyone but when he saw you that day? He cried a lil from joy

Now as for your honeymoon? Similar yet different vibes similar in its all the most grand planned out show of wealth/power while still having fun

But diffrent in that first night? Oh you could swear Jack never seen you naked before the way he was looking at you! Which you guys most likely had experience before that night but the hunger and passion Jack lead with? Could've fooled me I'll say that much

As for some sweet domestic things after the wedding and your both just living day to day? Well one he'll be so much more tender behind closed doors

It's like someone else posted, he has to be the big bad scary Jack to the rest of the world but with you? He can be soft and vulnerable. Especially with that final barrier of marriage being broken down

Please try to give him breakfast in bed! He'll feel so honored you baked something for him and getting to spend his morning that way? Oh he stayed so much happier all day!

This isn't to say Jack's gone soft however, as even in the domestic tranquility you guys have his- rougher nature can come through

Specifically with how protective he is of you. 🤷‍♂️ he likes to keep his treasures safe idk what to tell you

Oh and please call him Jacky! He'll act like he doesn't like it but not so secretly? He melts at the name!

#big jack horner x reader #jack horner x reader #jack horner #big jack horner #pie man #puss in boots #puss in boots: the last wish

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gir-posting · 2 years

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pls rant about tim burton, i gots to know

@y-lisse

(casually vibrates) my god what a rant you're gonna get

i was raised by two giant horror nerds so naturally i was pretty much raised on tim burton. so full disclosure this is coming from a place of disenchantment and sincere disappointment

i think the second i went to see ms peregrine's home for peculiar children is the exact second i got disenchanted with his stupid gimmick that hasn't worked for over 20 years now. because in the first five minutes they change exactly one word from the book that ruins the entire rest of the movie: very suspiciously they decided to make the protagonist polish instead of jewish! which is interesting! because ms. peregrine's is an entire story about the proliferation of antisemitism in the modern day which becomes completely pointless when you remove the jewish context from the story. and i know exactly why they did it too: they knew that they had to keep in something about world war 2, because IT IS A VERY BIG TOPIC IN THE STORY. but ohhhh nooo we can't make our protag a jew :( i know :) we'll make him polish instead the polish were oppressed by the nazis too :)) it immediately put a bad taste in my mouth and ive never been the fucking same with tim burton's bullshit since. (and that's not even getting into the fact that they made the only black character in the story one of the flesh eating monsters :/ which apparently aren't the nazis anymore because ohhh we can't discuss antisemitism actually sorry so where does that leave us. huh.)

speaking of antiblackness, did you know that in his willy wonka movie, he BROUGHT BACK the racist backstory for the oompa-loompas? the one that THEY FULLY CUT OUT in the 70s because of the civil rights movements going on? and all this combined with his comment that black people don't "fit his aesthetic" really just makes me want to bury him alive. lol!!

SPEAKING of his aesthetic: IT JUST FUCKING SUCKS. FOR TWENTY YEARS THIS "AESTHETIC" HES BEEN LEANING ON SO HARD HAS BEEN GARBAGE FROM A TOILET THAT'S ONLY EVER WORKED A SINGLE TIME. i hate the dim washed out gray tones with ~just a little pop of color~ because 9 times out of 10 he does NOTHING with it. it's just ugly! the only time i can genuinely think of where it was used in an actually interesting way was sleepy hollow cuz in that one apparently they made the fucked up blood in that tree bright orange to make it pop more. which is cool! IT HAS NEVER BEEN INTERESTING SINCE.

and the thing is i know he has the capability to make good interesting movies! unless beetlejuice was a fluke! which is a very likely chance! i can't understand how the man who made beetlejuice could possibly end up becoming the man who just KEEPS CHURNING OUT THE SAME SCHLOCK OVER AND OVER.

idk how to properly transition into this but i have to rant about this too: you know how people constantly have to correct others on who actually directed nightmare before christmas? how henry selick did literally all of the heavy lifting only for tim burton to slap his name on it and get all the credit, so that even today people still think it is Tim Burton's movie? well i watched a documentary on it (the movies that made us) and it actually gets so much worse than that! IT GETS WORSE!

not only did tim burton not actually direct the movie (complications with directing his batman movie which lead to him not Having Time for it i guess,) the only times he ever actually showed up for the production was to YELL AT PEOPLE. TO THROW AN ACTUAL FIT. during the documentary they went into how apparently a background artist showed up to give him some concept art and burton just...... threw all his work in the trash...... because the art wasn't as angular and colorless as he was imagining. IN THE TRASH.

the only other time he interacted with the crew was near the end of production where they showed him the ending they had worked on. in his stead the ending they wrote up was that the mad scientist was actually oogie boogie all along. is that kind of a weak ending? sure, i really don't like it myself, it doesn't make sense and kind of takes away from the other shit he does in the movie. do you know what i wouldn't do if i was presented with that kind of ending?

KICK

a FUCKING

HOLE

IN THE WALL

BECAUSE IT WASN'T EXACTLY WHAT I WAS PICTURING. do you know how this kind of direction could have been prevented? huh timmy? do you want my two cents? IF YOU HAD ACTUALLY HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE MOVIE TO BEGIN WITH, maybe this WOULDN'T BE HAPPENING. YOU CANNOT GET ANGRY AT PEOPLE FOR DOING SOMETHING THAT YOU DIDN'T LIKE WHEN YOU WERE NOT THERE TO GIVE THAT GUIDANCE THE ENTIRE REST OF THE TIME. ARE YOU INSANE?

and either way i still reaaaaally don't think what he came up with was all that great either!

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like maybe this is just my opinion, but the tone in this clip isn't present in ANY OTHER part of the movie. oogie boogie dissolving into thousands of disgusting bugs feels completely detached from the silly kind of uncanny musical ft danny elfman as a sad skeleton man. it's almost like..... the person who wrote it...... wasn't actually involved in the entire rest of the movie................ :///

needless to say the news about him getting his stupid hands on the addams family devastated me and i will not be touching that shit with a 30 foot pole. cool gomez! i don't trust you to treat him properly given your stupid racist history!

tldr: not only is tim burton a racist antisemitic uncreative artist i think the fact that he is this much of a bitch to work with just really puts a cherry on top of the whole thing. my god what a shitshow.

#thank u for asking i am fully capable of ranting about this again ten times harder i think im just gonna have to make a video essay atp #i didn't even get into how much i hate corpse bride

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