#I'm like them. i exist in the in-between and see every possibility

[holoska]

after debating for weeks whether to stay very far away from the deltarune soriel discourse or let myself ramble about my faves like I want to, the latter has finally won out

I've had time to properly absorb the weight of all that happens at the end of chapter 4, and obviously I do feel for both kris and susie. that is The Point of the scenes being from their perspectives; after everything they just went through and all the worry they had for toriel's safety (for the second time in 24 hours!), the scene they come home to is maybe the most uncomfortable slap in the face possible. it sticks out to me that the last thing susie talks about before the dark fountain is sealed is her wanting tomorrow to be the same as yesterday and for everything to always be able to go back to how it was, and that's what greets them - a blatant, obnoxious sign that things are changing. even though the scene has a lighthearted side, its overall tone adds to the downcast feeling the chapter ends on.

having said that, as someone who has spent the past 9 and a half years being normal about sans and toriel, I'm still very very happy that this is a canon scene we got 💜

the fandom may be largely not considering their perspectives in the slightest (or worse, only viewing their perspectives from the most bad faith angles possible), but I for one love this for them!! as other very good posts have pointed out, toriel has been sorely in need of someone who's there for her - an awful lot of people in town saw the divorce play out and have something to say about it, the holiday family are closer to asgore than toriel, kris is her child and stuck in the middle of their parents' issues, and while she's friends with alphys, them being coworkers and alphys being kris' teacher likely puts a distance of sorts between them. but sans is new in town, someone she immediately connects with, who has no pre-existing opinions about her family and has seen firsthand what toriel has to put up with from asgore. in every universe, sans is exactly the kind of person toriel needs in her life.

there's less to work with from sans' perspective given how little we know about him, and I'm not all-in on sans being from deltarune just yet (more specifically I do love the theory, I'm just giving myself room to not be too disappointed if it doesn't happen), but the new version of it's raining somewhere else being named 'the place where it rained' emotionally destroys me forever. either way it drives home just how happy toriel makes sans in both worlds and I love that so so much :']

to be clear I'm not saying they did nothing wrong, their choices negatively impacted kris and susie and they were objectively disruptive and inconsiderate after kris went to bed. but I like that they're being messy and flawed, because it means this isn't just "my faves are getting closer in the background yippee" but that their relationship is potentially an actual part of the story, and that's how you get The Good Stuff!! we wouldn't have had meaningful character moments like noelle finally standing up to queen if queen hadn't tried to control noelle and just listened to her from the start, or susie comforting ralsei with her bloodied hand if he'd told her and kris every detail of the full prophecy the moment he met them and never kept any secrets. if all the hints towards a flower shop dark world turn out to be true then it's pretty clear the story is building things up to make those future character moments hit, and considering we still don't know what happened with the dreemurr divorce at this point, chapter 5 seems like a perfect opportunity to dive into all of that.

plus, as sweet as susie's bond with toriel is, I honestly think susie seeing this side of toriel needed to happen. a lot of the fandom's complaints about toriel right now boil down to her not being the "perfect mother" they thought she was, and what bothers me about that is toriel was never meant to be that kind of character. toby has said that she's not the classic video game protagonist's mother who sees you off on your journey and you can come home and visit any time, and nothing changes and she never has any substantial character of her own. in undertale she literally handholds frisk through the tutorial, she becomes the first boss in her attempt to protect them when every other human left her care, and once they leave she won't let them come back or even call her phone because she can't face seeing them knowing they'll leave again and likely be killed. she's more than just the mother figure of the game, she's her own person with likes and dislikes, hobbies and flaws, and a past and trauma she can't overcome until the best ending.

we've only seen the tip of the iceberg of her history in deltarune, but that same principle holds true: she isn't the perfect parent you return to after each day's adventure, who gives you butterscotch pancakes every morning and never has any real part in the story because that isn't the intent behind her character. she mentioned her loneliness back in chapter 1, kris has secrets and problems they aren't letting her in on, asgore is being relentlessly inconsiderate of her boundaries, and for all susie's praise of toriel being a good mother, I think that house of cards was going to fall eventually. my hope is that, like her blowing up at ralsei ultimately bringing them closer, susie being able to see toriel as the imperfect adult she is but one who does genuinely care might help them build a stronger bond in the end too.

I think I always knew that if soriel ever inched closer to being canon there'd be discourse about it, and toriel slander is unfortunately nothing new. people are just being annoying about it currently and it sucks when I genuinely love what's being built up here!!

anyway crossing my fingers for a scene where toriel invites sans to the festival before she gets thrown in the bunker/he gets sent to undertale/the roaring happens/all of the above 🤞

[cryptidvillage]

Bullying Remmick Imagine #1

I'm getting back into writing, and I love being an unserious little menace. I am God's silliest goose fighting Her funniest battles. Remmick needs to be made fun of more, he just makes it too easy. Not proofread, just chaos. Enjoy.

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° It's night. You're finally winding down after a long day, where work and family tried your patience until it was hanging by half a thread. Now that you were at last alone in the peaceful quiet of your abode, you'd be damned to hell if you let anything get between you and your deliciously warm cup of chamomile lavender tea--with two drops of local honey to taste.

° Pursing your lips together, you prepare to blow steam off of the hot liquid. A burnt tongue was certainly unwelcome, and there was no need to suffer for the simple pleasures.

° Knock, knock, knock. Your nose scrunches up in annoyance when you were interrupted by whoever had the foul audacity to knock on your door at this hour. This was, arguably, a sacred nighttime routine for you. And someone had the nerve to impede upon it.

° With a groan, you begrudgingly set down your favorite mug on the wooden table before standing to attention on your tired legs. You glare in the direction of the door. You hoped that if you were a cockatrice, that whoever was standing on the other side would have dropped dead from your fatal stare. You rolled your eyes so hard a black hole probably formed somewhere.

° Every step you took towards the door thundered into the floorboards with an unforgiving ferocity. Anyone with decent hearing would be able to deduce that you were in an irritable state, and they should steer clear, unless they wanted you to make them cry.

° Your fingers wrap around the doorknob and yank it open. Not only was your routine interrupted by knuckles upon your door, but your eyes were assaulted by the most pathetic man you've ever seen in your goddamned life.

° "I-I'm mighty sorry, miss, I do know it's an odd hour," the male specimen stammered, his voice breaking. "But I uh, I've run into some trouble, and I'll need a place to stay the night, lay low and whatnot. I'll be out of your hair come mornin' time, honest."

° With the way this man was begging you, he managed to remind you of all of your worst exes combined into one horrible little amalgamation. It was almost impressive. Almost. Don't ever give a man like him that much credit. Also, if you're going to solicit someone at an ungodly hour, at least have better fashion sense.

° "Wow, are you serious? In that shade of blue?"

° The man frowned at you, his pout straightening into thin lips. "Come again?"

° "Did I stutter? That shade of blue is disgusting. I wouldn't be caught dead in it."

° His mouth hung slightly agape at your words. In all of his existence as a vampire, he'd never had anyone insult him on their doorstep quite like this. Sure, he'd been told he was a sight for sore eyes, looked like he'd narrowly survived a pack of wild dogs, etcetera etcetera. But this? Going after his choice of clothes? It was a new low Remmick didn't think possible.

° "Aww, miss, ya don't gotta be so mean now," the man began again, wagging his finger at you. "Ya don't know what I been through. Please, let a man whose clothes ya don't agree with come in, and crash on the couch or somethin'? Ya don't gotta look at me much if it really bothers ya to yer core."

° You cocked a brow at him. Persistent little fucker, aren't you. Your eyes flicked to his left hand, and a gold wedding band caught your stare. "I see that ring on your finger," you spoke. "I'm sure your wife appreciates you knocking on other women's doors at night. She thinks you're a real keeper, doesn't she?"

° The man's face contorted into one of deep sadness. "I ain't got a wife anymore, miss," he replied. "She--my wife was killed. She's dead. I'm runnin' from the men who killed her, like a goddamned coward. Please take pity on me, don't let the bad men get me like they got her." He then had the idea to sink to his knees and fold his hands together pleadingly. It didn't make him any less kickable.

° Both your eyebrows shot up. Bullshit had a strong, offensive odor.

° "You tell everyone that, don't you?" you shot back. "You're not foolin' me. I bet she divorced your sorry ass. Thoughts and prayers. Not to you, though. I hope your wife got everything. Looks like she did, since you're the one on my porch beggin' like a sad little wet dog, Mr. Divorce." You give a sharp nod of your head, saluting a woman you didn't know across time and space. "Good for her."

° The incredulousness that Remmick felt made his eye twitch, and his pleading hands fell at his sides. Sure, his wife back when he was still a human had willingly left him over a thousand years ago, but this was a low blow. He wished you'd slip up and break the threshold so that he could tear your throat out, permanently taking your ability of hurtful jabs away.

° "I don't understand why you gotta be so cruel to a man who's clearly strugglin'. There's somethin' deeply wrong with ye. Hurt people hurt people, ye know. Maybe I could come in and have a chat with ye, get to know ye more and figure out what's botherin' ye. We could help each other. We don't have to be bickerin' like this."

° You picked up a lick of an Irish accent slipping through his Southern drawl. Bingo.

° "My problem is that my fucking tea is cold now, from me having to stand here listening to you flapping your goddamn cake munchers," you retorted. "Fuck off, Lucky Charms."

° The door slammed in Remmick's face. You did not have the pleasure of seeing him blink like a frog as he struggled to process what the hell had just happened.

[myshollow]

making a damn character list cause i forget how many characters this show has goddamn (not counting one off villains/characters). while I'm trying to avoid sacking too many characters, I've listed a few that will likely go bye bye lol. as much as I want to try to work with every character, I need to lower the amount, cause there's TOO MANY I DON'T NEED THIS MUCH!!! (tweaking out rn) ALSO I'm making David a side character so down below is also some synthos lore!

Main characters: Mordecai Rigby Benson Skips Pops Muscle Man HFG Side characters: Margaret Eileen Starla CJ Mona Celia Pam Stef Thomas Mordecai’s Dad Mordecai’s Mom Rigby’s Mom Rigby’s Dad Don Gene Betty Dunwoody Benjamin Dunwoody Beatrix Dunwoody Techmo Gary Death Klorgbane The guardians David Mr. Maellard Candy Maellard Anti-Pops Muscle Man’s Mom (takes the role of the dad. His mom truly is dead like that one meme NOOO) Low-Five Ghost Grand-Five Ghost Characters I’ll probably sack: Poppy/Codey (gene’s wife and son) (probably make these two only a visual gag like the photo actually ik i made the small lore post but eh not really feeling them..though they are good for gene development hmmmmmm idk) Quips (+wife and child) (i actually love quips but his existence is.. unnecessary lol, especially for the reimagined Skips lore) Muscle Man’s Dad Muscle Man’s brother Characters i’m considering sacking: Death’s wife Baby Thomas (these two are rough cause they’re good for Stef lore but idk what else i’d do with them) BENSON’S STUPID FUCKING DEAD stick hockey bro (don’t really want benson to have a dead person from his past, skips and pops already got that handled. But it is good for accentuating why Benson wants nothing to do with stick hockey hmmm) SYNTHOS STUFF: Actually rewatched the ep (and good thing I did i somehow forgot half the shit in it), and yeah there’s a few things I’ll do differently. 1. Have the plotline of Gary being the rightful king not be solved within one episode for the sake of having more room to expand the lore across multiple episodes. (also this plot would happen a few seasons earlier) 2. Gary and David are kinda half and half about how wrong each of them is. Gary, while wishing for freedom, is very reckless and careless, causing..multiple deaths of citizens under his rule. David is the opposite; wanting to be as safe as possible…also causing multiple deaths under his rule via execution. Gary intentionally abandoned his post as king, wishing for a more exciting life, and thus David taking his place in the present. Though Gary is “the better” of the brothers cause by the time he returns to synthos, he’s gotten some character development and more sympathy to “lesser beings.” 3. Gary’s development makes him realize that SOMEONE needs to step up and be a better ruler for synthos. While he still doesn’t want to be that person, he decides to do what’s right and stand up to David, which is hard for multiple reasons, one of which is that he still has an attachment to him (and vice versa for David) due to growing up together. 4. Other characters do get involved in this plotline. The most notable example being Celia (see her design similarities to synthos? lol). Celia is sort of the equilibrium between the brothers; being fun, but not a reckless jerk about it (also her anxiety keeps her in check from demonstrating the ..major flaws the two brothers do). AND she’s musically inclined, demonstrating a style that’s a mix of Gary’s and David’s. After David’s..defeat, Gary still doesn’t want to take up the throne, suggesting that Celia do it. But SHE DOES NOT want to rule a whole kingdom, that like goes against her whole character arc, and suggests that the two brothers rule together, kinda solving both their issues. (though they still have A LOT to sort out lol) After this main plot, there would be a few smaller ones that also take place at Synthos, mostly for the sake of giving Gary/David more development/more synthos worldbuilding. (was thinking of having David still die but the arc wouldn’t wrap up properly at all LOL i keep accidentally sparing villains. I like to think of them as sort of foreshadowing pops/anti-pops)

though this is first draft lore so this'll either stay the same or get changes depending on what I think.

[daheeful]

            dahee  held  his  gaze,  eyes  soft  but  steady,  determined  to  let  her  sincerity  speak  volumes.  as  shy  as  she  typically  was  around  strangers,  there  was  nothing  awkward  about  this.  how  could  there  be,  when  every  part  of  her  seemed  to  remember  him  from  a  life  already  lived  ?  the  connection  between  them  burned  far  too  brightly  for  discomfort  to  exist.  still,  a  flicker  of  her  bashful  nature  made  a  brief  appearance  before  she  reached  up,  brushing  her  thumb  across  the  corner  of  his  lip  to  gently  wipe  away  the  red  smear.  "  it  made  me  feel  sad  to  see  everything  you  had  to  go  through.  but  i'm  glad  that  i—  well,  minsun,  "  she  clarifies  with  the  faintest  smile,  already  imagining  the  phantom  scolding  if  minsun  were  truly  here,  though  something  about  him  seemed  to  calm  that  inner  voice.  "  was  there  to  help  you  out  with  your  tough  situation.  "  the  words  spill  freely,  heartfelt,  and  she  only  realizes  a  moment  too  late  that  her  hand  is  still  cradling  his  cheek,  thumb  lightly  tracing  the  edge  of  his  lips.

 the  pressure  on  her  thighs  startles  her  at  first,  causing  her  to  tense  up  instinctively.  but  the  tension  melts  as  quickly  as  it  came,  soothed  by  the  familiar  warmth  of  his  touch,  and  a  small  laugh  escapes  her  lips.  "  you're  thirsty  again  ?  is  it  really  that  hard  to  resist,  the  bloodlust  ?  "  a  hint  of  playfulness  dancing  in  her  tone  despite  the  very  real  curiosity  in  her  wide,  questioning  gaze.  being  new  to  all  of  this,  and  now  having  someone  she  could  actually  ask,  her  head  tilts  slightly,  as  if  searching  for  answers  in  his  face.  but  his  next  move  catches  her  completely  off-guard,  his  face  far  too  close,  his  words  heavy.  dahee  can  almost  hear  her  own  heart  drumming  in  her  ears.  "  then,  "  she  manages  after  a  hard  swallow,  her  throat  feeling  like  it  was  lined  with  sandpaper,  "  you  can  have  as  much  of  me  as  you  want.  "  the  confession  slips  out  with  surprising  ease,  and  even  she  is  taken  aback  by  her  own  boldness.  what  she  meant  exactly,  she  left  for  dohyun  to  decide.

 but  reality  has  a  habit  of  interrupting,  and  the  moment  she  hops  off  the  table,  a  fellow  member  of  the  school  paper  comes  strolling  in.  with  a  quick  bow  and  a  shy  smile,  dahee  keeps  her  cool,  reaching  for  dohyun's  wrist  as  she  murmurs,  "  excuse  us.  "  no  need  to  stage  a  live,  possibly  bloody  performance  in  front  of  unsuspecting  company.  once  they're  out  in  the  corridor,  she  turns  to  him  without  missing  a  beat.  "  let's  go  to  your  place.  "  her  voice  is  calm,  but  there's  a  clear  urgency  underneath.  after  all,  this  wasn't  the  kind  of  conversation  that  could  happen  in  the  open.  certainly  not  at  her  place  either,  where  siblings  lurked  like  nosy  shadows.  slipping  her  hand  into  his,  dahee  offers  him  a  gentle  nod,  her  voice  a  whisper.  "  lead  the  way,  dohyun  ah.  "  nerves  creep  up  again,  buzzing  beneath  her  skin  as  they  walk  side  by  side  through  the  crowd  of  students,  none  the  wiser  to  the  storm  that  had  just  passed  and  the  one  quietly  brewing  between  the  two.

       gaze  were  observing  the  femme  through  hooded  lids,  stare  holding  a  mixture  of  desire  and  the  greed  there  was  compulsively  consuming  him  slowly,  the  taste  of  her  lingering  on  dohyun's  tongue  and  it  took  everything  to  not  dip  head  forward  for  another  feast.  in  fact,  it  scared  him  just  how  eager  nerves  were  itching  to  just  push  forward  and  give  into  the  needs,  currently  washing  over  him   —-   that  losing  sense  of  control  which  hadn't  happened  since  his  sire  was  training  him  to  become  nothing  but  a  cold-hearted,  selfish  vampire.

what  keeps  him  level-headed  and  grounded,  was  the  look  dahee  was  sending  him   ;   something  so  mesmerizing  about  her  eyes  and  the  way  her  body  had  seemed  to  tense  up  against  his  own,  legs  doing  the  smallest  of  squeezes  around  waist  but,  everything  was  caught  by  him   —-   all  of  it  helping  him  stay  sane  in  the  midst  of  his  turned  appearance.   "  how'd  it  make  you  feel  ?  seeing  everything  ...  "   curiosity  lacing  his  voice  but,  fingertips  were  tracing  at  exposed  skin  at  her  thigh,  platted  skirt  resting  higher  due  to  their  given  position  and  knee  highs.  the  question  almost  sends  him  into  an  overdrive,  fingers  gripping  around  her  thigh  as  hips  are  instinctively  pushing  forward   ;   pearly  whites  capturing  plumb  bottom  lip,  fangs  out  and  causing  a  small  rip  of  his  flesh  there.   "  don't  tempt  me  right  now,  dahee-ah.  "   knowing  he  wouldn't  be  able  to  hold  back  at  all,  dohyun  would've  let  go  of  anything  having  held  him  back  just  now.

the  clock  is  almost  traumatically  making  him  withdraw  his  fangs,  eyes  turning  back  to  normal  instantly  and  yet,  homme  doesn't  make  any  movement  of  leaving  the  position.  instead,  hand  comes  up  between  them  and  allows  thumb  and  index  finger  to  grasp  her  chin,  leaning  forward  to  murmur  out  subtly   ;   lips  dangerously  close  on  touching  hers.   "  you've  made  me  an  addict  of  you  now,  just  letting  you  know.  "   gaining  strength  to  finally  pull  away  from  her  and  the  warmth  they  had  created  was  completely  gone  within  a  second,  but  still  on  fire  in  places  there  shouldn't  be  explored  when  on  school  grounds.   "  want  to  go  somewhere,  or  do  you  have  classes  now  ?  "   hoping  they  could  be  alone  more,  to  keep  exploring  the  hidden  meanings  of  this  connection  but,  reality  hit  them  like  a  rock  out  of  nowhere.   "  i  got  a  free  period  now.  "   a  small  hint,  his  apartment  not  being  too  far  from  campus  but,  at  the  same  time  he  didn't  quite  trust  himself  to  be  alone  with  her  for  another  minute   —-   too  much  greed  lingering.

[mikonez]

I’m playing with your Oscar and my Arthur like dolls and I’m making them kissy kiss (technically no sweeter innocence fanart but also I just think it’s funny we picture each other’s Oscar while reading it lmao)

Mikonez and Potatolord crossover blindfaith moment

OH MYGO D SEEING OUR GUYS TOGETHER FEELS LIKE I WON THE LOTTERY ON CHRISTMAS

he!! could do!!!! dinner!!!! 🗣🗣‼️ @lighthouseshepard look what you have done to us

naturally I read it again for the *cough* time and this time only pictured your guys (for enrichment) and.

big fan >:)

[vxn3lla]

a scientific explanation as to why "reality" does not exist and why this proves anything is possible

first i want to say yes it "exists" but there's more to it than we can experience with the human senses.

we only see 0.0035 percent of reality. all of the atoms and molecules and vacuums between them are so tiny but that's not what i mean by not seeing all of reality. the real reason has to do with our biological makeup, our eyes are not designed to see everything, every wave on the electromagnetic spectrum or things outside of what we call "visible light"

knowing this what makes you think anything is impossible? what you think is possible is only 0.0035 percent of reality

a recent noble prize winning study was proving that the universe isn't "locally real" what is "locally real" though?

things exist in YOUR reality when you are aware/conscious of those things, when the light or sound allows you to experience it with you human senses however when your attention or external factors such as light and sound waves go away it ceases to exist in your consciousness. this doesn't mean it doesn't exist in the external reality. like "oh my phone is in another room so phones were never invented" no it's just showing that the internal reality has more power, has more meaning. and the outer reality is just an effect or mirror.

with how little we perceive with the senses and how much the 4d makes possible why are you limiting yourself to the outer senses? now I'm not saying go out blindfolded across a busy street with music blasting in you headphones so you have no awareness of the external things going on around you but a mindset that may be helpful is to think

"if humans only experience 0.0035 percent of reality then how is anything impossible, there are endless opportunities, and because of that why don't i make it so the small amount of reality i experience is what i want it to be?"

[bunni-v1]

Shadownilla Poly SFW & NSFW Headcanons

🍓Hi, I finally finished. I'm so happy, these have been the bane of my existence since I started earlier this month. I just couldn't quite articulate myself right, but now it's over. I'm done. NSFW isn't as spicy as you'd like, and it's mostly about shadownilla, but enjoy anyway lol.

Tw: Nsfw; Nothing else I don't think

Info: Pure Vanilla x Reader x Shadow Milk; nsfw & sfw; fluff and angst

-These two bring out the absolute worst in each other. Seriously, something about the other just manages to get under their skin. They just know how to make each other tick – Shadow Milk especially can get Pure Vanilla all kinds of pissed off.

-Perhaps it’s because they’re each other's other half; they understand each other so well – too well.

-Truthfully, a relationship between the two of them isn’t possible until after episode 8. Shadow Milk doesn’t consider Pure Vanilla as someone eligible to love or have a relationship with until Pure Vanilla presents him with the idea.

-Despite his initial rejection, the idea of it burns in the back of his mind and invades his every thought. He tries desperately to convince himself that Pure Vanilla is lying, that he’s cruel and trying to trick him, and that he shouldn’t believe his words.

-Wouldn’t it be nice, though? To have someone who really loves him, who understands him like no one else can? Pure Vanilla is his other half, no one could know Shadow Milk like he could.

-The thought festers and eats at him all throughout the rest of the confrontations and battles. It makes him feel weak and useless, to be so… desperate for another cookie. A cookie he should otherwise despise. It's funny how life can be so cruel, making him fall in love with someone who has every right to despise him.

-But Pure Vanilla doesn’t hate him, not at all. He wants to connect with Shadow Milk just as much as he does. His other half is there waiting for him, heart fragile and already broken. He wants nothing more than to pick up the pieces.

-He wants to show Shadow Milk that it’s okay to be weak, it’s okay to let someone care for him. Pure Vanilla wants Shadow Milk to believe in him, and he wants him to finally feel the warmth of his affection for him.

-Now where do you come in here? It’s complicated, but I can only assume you are Pure Vanilla’s partner rather than Shadow Milk’s first.

-Shadow Milk is far too possessive, and he’s incredibly loyal to his partner, all things considered. I can’t see him easily sharing a partner, regardless of his feelings for Pure Vanilla, if he already has attachments to you.

-Pure Vanilla, though, while he is possessive to a point, he also understands how selfish feeling the way he does about Shadow Milk is. It’s unfair to you that he gets to fall in love with his other half and you don’t.

-And, quite honestly, he’d be flattered if you did fall in love with Shadow Milk. They are quite literally soulmates, made to mirror one another. You are falling for Shadow Milk because he reminds you of Pure Vanilla, which makes his heart race. Your dedication to him is nothing if not admirable.

-It takes quite a bit of talking between the two of you to establish your feelings on the situation. Regardless of what you decide (which is, of course, to let Shadow Milk in), Pure Vanilla will remain loyal to your decision. He would never betray your trust, which is why he’s so open about his feelings for Shadow Milk in the first place.

-Shmilk doesn’t think all that much of you. He knows what you mean to Pure Vanilla (which makes his skin crawl more than he’d like to admit), but other than that, you’re just another annoying pest.

-Well, until he finds himself jealous of you – really jealous of you. He wants to know what’s so special about you. Why does Pure Vanilla like you so damn much, what’s special about you? 

-When he starts to watch you, he understands. You’re sweet and kind and soft as a flower. Still, there is an edge to you that Pure Vanilla does not have. Playfulness and a lighthearted nature that has him laughing along with you all the time. The two of you make up two halves of a whole, and he finds himself desiring you just as much as he does Pure Vanilla.

-He finds himself wishing he could also experience love with the two of you, but even if he suddenly turns a new leaf, you have each other. How could he get in between that? Why would you let him? It’s just not a possibility in his mind.

-The two of you, though? You’ve already made the decision that you’re willing to try with him. If he allows you to, that is. It’s certainly an odd thing to propose to someone who is supposed to hate you, but things work out in the end.

-So, assuming Shadow Milk and the other beasts get a chance at redemption, you and Pure Vanilla personally aid him in his rehabilitation. Giving him a place to stay and the grace and patience he needs to grow and change into the cookie he wants to be.

-There is no intent to get him to fall in love with either of you at this point. It would be manipulative to do such a thing, and as such, you approach it as willing friends. You’ve both come to care for him, so of course you offer to take up the burden. What happens during his healing is merely happenstance, thanks to the situation.

-...Perhaps there was a little intent, but it was so easy to get him all soft. Surely, it wasn’t entirely either of your faults when you found yourselves spending so much time with him. The lingering touches and stolen glances were far too natural between the three of you, it felt like you were meant to be together.

-It takes Shadow Milk a very long time to get used to the affections you share with him and even longer for him to trust that they are true. He hasn’t trusted in a very long time, and while he is willing to give you a chance, that doesn’t mean he isn’t scared to do so.

-The best way to describe your love is slow and steady. It’s little steps forward at the pace that Shadow Milk has set for the three of you.

-He allows you in first, believe it or not. The history between him and Pure Vanilla is hard on him, and it makes him more jumpy around the well-meaning cookie. He talks to you about things you wouldn’t expect him to, like his past and his struggles with changing things after all he’s done.

-He tells you tales of when he was a young cookie, and he shares knowledge of the world with you. He has such a vulnerable look on his face when he talks about it, soft and almost remorseful as he discusses his people and his friends. 

-He worries you’ll reject him or shame him for the things he’s done wrong, but you don’t. You just listen and ask questions and smile so sweetly at him, and he feels guilty for feeling the way he does about you. 

-You’ll have to introduce Pure Vanilla to these little quiet sessions, and it has to be after getting Shadow Milk’s explicit consent, or else he’ll block you out. He’s less open with Pure Vanilla there, but the more he shows, the more comfortable Shadow Milk gets. 

-Eventually, these meetings become more intimate, sharing more personal things amongst yourselves. Talking about feelings naturally things lean into more flirty comments and romantic gestures until the three of you are comfortable enough to lay atop each other while discussing the world together.

-It spooks Shadow Milk that neither of them rebuff his advances and that you seem to encourage his flirting with your partner. He won’t bring it up, though. He’s more than happy to have the benefits of you two without the real deal, so long as it doesn’t mess things up for him.

-Yes, as expected, you and Pure Vanilla have to proposition him… but you’d already understood that. After so long of your little routine, the two of you feel that it’s time to ask him if he’d like to join your relationship – not as a third, but as a genuine missing part of both of you. He was Pure Vanilla’s soulmate, and you were his other half. Did that not also mean you were Shadow Milk’s other half, too?

-It’s not something he can argue with easily, even with his limitless knowledge. So, with no grievances to speak of and no want to complain, he accepts your proposition, making the three of you an official couple.

-As a couple, you’re a very odd trio. Shadow Milk, despite being on the road to redemption, is still very opposite of Pure Vanilla and yourself. He’s a trickster, and he’s not exactly nice to be around, so other cookies find your relationship to be strange. Whatever makes you happy…

-Shadow Milk thrives on getting under Pure Vanilla’s skin, no matter how much he loves him, so it’s very often that he does something that’ll get the normally patient cookie heated. He’ll do the same to you, but if you tell him off, he’ll stop and listen to you like a good little boyfriend.

-Pure Vanilla usually sighs these little things he does off; he finds it endearing more than exhausting, but he won’t lie and say it doesn’t bother him that Shadow Milk is so well-behaved for you and not him. He pouts and sighs about it, but don’t be fooled, this is just his way of getting you to dote on him and tell Shadow Milk off again.

-Despite how much they care about each other, they are highly competitive. You tend to be the victim of these little competitions of theirs, purely because of how close they are to you.

-The most typical of these is them trying to one-up one another in displays of affection. They’re both big on gift-giving, so you can expect plenty of gifts. If Pure Vanilla gets you a cute little trinket, Shadow Milk is handmaking you a cute little dolly to remind you of him. Shadow Milk gets you flowers, Pure Vanilla has your favorites planted in their own little section in the kingdom gardens. They just have to prove to the other that they’re better at the craft of being your partner.

-Don’t worry, though; they do love each other a lot. This is just how they show their affection to each other. When you are literally with your other half, you get under their skin because you know them so well. Normal affection isn’t easy for either of them, so this is how they chose to show the other they care.

-Shadow Milk is more physically affectionate, while Pure Vanilla is more verbally affectionate. They make up for each other's weak spots in affection toward you, working in tandem to make sure you don’t feel left out or unloved by either party.

-Shadow Milk will carry you around the kingdom or dance around the gardens with you, tugging you close and holding you tightly as if you may disappear from his grasp at any moment. Pure Vanilla hums sweet nothings into your ear, telling you all the things he adores about you, talking to you as if you are the most precious thing on all of earthbread.

-When they are together, you never feel as though you are an outsider to two soulmates, but instead a part of them that they cannot bear to lose. They are both softer to you than they are with each other because they need you to know just how loved you are. If you ever felt left out, I think it would kill the both of them.

-They don’t get jealous of one another – not usually, at least. Shadow Milk has a few stints here and there, but they have trust and respect in each other. However, the jealousy issues they have individually increase quite a bit because they feed off one another a lot.

-Again, they have no real reason to doubt your loyalty, and they do trust you. No other cookie is much of a threat to either of them, but they can’t help it. When they see you smiling and enjoying yourself with someone who isn’t them? They get annoyed, and they express that annoyance to each other, and they mutually agree that they’re totally in the right in their feelings. (Shadow Milk has to press Pure Vanilla on it, but he caves pretty quickly.)

-Shadow Milk is the type to directly insert himself into the situation, making it very clear that you are taken. Pure Vanilla will come in a little later, but also make it very known that you are not on the market, nor will you ever be again. It’s intimidating. Even being in the same area as this goes down is enough to freak the average cookie out.

-They are also very protective of you, but I believe they’re both laxer about your safety when you are together than when you're separate. You have two of the most powerful cookies on earthbread looking after you, they’re pretty confident that you’re gonna be fine. Where one of them might fail, the other picks up the slack. This means they both feel more comfortable leaving you to your own devices. 

-Now, if something happens to you? If a stupid cookie hurts you? Oh, it’s hell to pay. While Pure Vanilla is kind and forgiving, he is less so when it comes to your safety. He won’t stop Shadow Milk when he takes things into his own hands, standing on the side and caring for you as the unfortunately stupid cookie gets their just desserts.

-Now, shall we move on to more fun things? (MDNI PAST THIS POINT)

-If you think these two are difficult outside of the bedroom, you don’t wanna see them in bed. Or maybe you’re into that, then sure, knock yourself out. Truthfully speaking, though, they do a lot of back-and-forth in the sheets (heh).

-They’re both switches leaning dom (Service for PV and rough for SMC), so the likelihood of you getting to top is low. You might get a semblance of being in control here or there, but it’s more likely that one of them is guiding you without you realizing it. Neither of them has the heart to tell you the truth (Well, Shadow Milk just thinks it's funny).

-It usually starts with Shadow Milk taking the initiative, which means he’s in control more frequently. Like I said in my initial headcanons for him, he needs control. Sex is vulnerable and requires him to show weakness to you, this feeling only amplifies with Pure Vanilla around, so he absolutely will not relinquish power until he’s fully settled in the relationship.

-Pure Vanilla, the kind soul that he is, doesn’t mind it one bit. While he would prefer to take care of both of you, he’s alright letting Shadow Milk have what he needs. He still gets to pleasure you as you like, and as long as he can make one of you feel good, he’s satisfied.

-Where the arguing comes in is with how they treat you in bed.

-Shadow Milk is rough, wild, uninhibited in the way that he fucks you. He wants to have fun, make you let loose, and see you fall apart between pain and pleasure. He also wants to see Pure Vanilla engage in the same kind of rough sex with you, enjoying having the softer cookie do something out of character. Again, he wants that control.

-Pure Vanilla is soft and loving, and he gives you everything you could ever ask of him without needing words. Sex is an extension of his love for you, an expression of gratitude for all that you do for him. While he understands Shadow Milk’s desires and does not judge him, he hates to see you so tortured – even if you do enjoy it.

-The solution they come to? Shadow Milk guides Pure Vanilla as he likes in giving you pleasure, and he gets to torture Pure Vanilla all he likes, so long as you remain satisfied in the end. 

-So, very frequently, you will find Pure Vanilla’s face buried between your legs, happily swallowing up all you give him while Shadow Milk either controls him by a vice grip on his hair or edges the poor cookie so badly you think he may pass out from it.

-He never does, though, and the muffled cries of his pleasure only seem to heighten everything tenfold. 

-It’s usually you sandwiched between the two with Shadow Milk at the lead, or you being worshipped by Pure Vanilla while he gets his guts scrambled by Shadow Milk. 

-Shadow Milk is, unsurprisingly, much more mean to Pure Vanilla than he ever is to you. He feels like he needs to prove himself in the bedroom, and as such, he’s much more aggressive to Pure Vanilla than he is with you. He’s rougher, more sadistic, more controlling because he feels like he has to be. 

-Pure Vanilla is happy to take on the brunt of this, though it takes some adjusting and getting used to, he finds himself oddly enjoying the harsher treatment. It makes him dizzy in a way he’d never experienced, and the pleasure is really something else.

-Don’t worry though. Shadow Milk doesn’t leave you out of the fun. After he’s effectively turned Pure Vanilla to mush, he always makes sure you get attention too. Can’t have you thinking he favors Pure Vanilla more, can he?

-You’re given more grace than his other half, only because he knows you can’t take all that Pure Vanilla can. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t overstimulate you and mark you up nicely.

-Speaking of marking, the two of them have an issue with going overboard. They encourage each other’s possessive tendencies when they have you sandwiched between them. Shadow Milk leaves a mark so Pure Vanilla has to, but Pure Vanilla’s is darker so Shadow Milk must give you a darker one – you can see the problem here.

-Most of it is just them feeding off each other and encouraging the other to be a menace in their way, but you always end up satisfied, so in the end, it’s alright.

-Now, the longer you are together, the more Shadow Milk softens up. Little by little, you can see how he begins to relax, and that’s when Pure Vanilla gets the chance to shine. 

-Without much effort, he coaxes Shadow Milk into giving up his control, allowing him to care for the fragile cookie without much argument. Because he gives Pure Vanilla control, it also means you get to take care of him as well.

-The two of you do well to make him feel loved and adored when you get this chance, as it is rare he allows it to happen, even with the established trust.

-Watching him tremble beneath your lips while Pure Vanilla caresses his sides is like a miracle drug. He looks to you mostly for reassurance, still finding it hard to rely on Pure Vanilla, and you give it to him with reverence. 

-Pure Vanilla has taken all the time being used as a means of learning what gets Shadow Milk going. He uses the knowledge to make him come undone and open up for the two of you, able to get him squirming with only a little effort on his part. He guides you on what you need to do with a gentleness that you almost don’t realize he’d been planning for a while.

-The two of you shower Shadow Milk with praise, making him feel like he is something more than a god. Worshipped without being revered, loved without any strings attached, it’s all too much for him to handle… and the first night he bottoms he cries as he cums. 

-He’d never felt so loved, even before he fell, and he was adored by all those cookies. It was such a scary moment for him, to be so vulnerable and realize that he could be vulnerable. That he was safe to be vulnerable and that neither of you would use it against him when the morning came.

-Now I’ve done a lot of talking about them individually, what are they like with you, because it’s certainly different.

-Like I said, they feed off each other a lot, which means you’re very overstimulated most of the time. While Pure Vanilla isn’t exactly the biggest fan of overstimulating you to the point of tears, he can put that aside for the fact that you sound absolutely heavenly when you’ve cum six times in a row.

-Imagine this: Pure Vanilla’s need to please mixed with Shadow Milk’s need to see you fall apart. It’s a nightmare, truly.

-Pure Vanilla knows how to make your head spin within moments, and Shadow Milk encourages him to do it again and again and again until you are a babbling incoherent mess. (Pure Vanilla hates to admit just how cute he finds it.)

-They may be the bane of each others existence, but they work pretty well together when it comes to making you cum. 

-Typically, Shadow Milk is at your back and Pure Vanilla at your front. It gives Shadow Milk more control over you both being behind. He can pull Pure Vanilla’s hair, suckle kisses along your throat, play with you while Pure Vanilla fucks you with his cock. 

-They are both very big into double penetration, but don’t worry, they always prep you well. Whether it’s in one hole or two doesn’t matter; being able to feel all three of you together is something they both enjoy very much. 

-If you are the one giving head, it’s usually to Pure Vanilla, while Shadow Milk takes you from behind. He likes hearing the way you stutter and choke and he thrusts into you like a mad man.

-They’re rather… infuriating together, working too well together while insisting that they do not. You get satisfied in the end, so can you really complain?

[askshivanulegacy]

[ARCANE SPOILERS]

I'm waffling with whether I agree with this overall post. 😂

Headcanons are fine. They don't "damage" anything, not even when it's a stereotype. They don't erase anything. They're headcanons and cannot hurt anyone - not even if someone changes them in response to events in the show. After all, people change their orientations in real life. Yes, it might point toward a bias that it's probably good to examine. But it's entirely possible that original Jinx is aro and AU Jinx is not. Sexuality is not a necessary constant across universes or even a necessary marker of core character identity (which is not something we can measure so who the heck knows). We don't know that that interpretation isn't the correct canon. Also, maybe she's 100% straight the entire time! Or maybe she's lesbian and the other guy is trans and never said (like elsewhere in the show). No proof either way, Jinx is just so busy terrorizing people. 😂

As for Viktor: we have no actual proof he's NOT aro, either. Even up to the very end of the show, you can read this relationship as platonic. You can read it as romantic. You can read it as aro. You can read it as sexual. You can read it as asexual. The verdict is ENTIRELY in the viewer's hands. It's my decision as much as yours. There isn't enough canon evidence to confirm one way or the other. No, not even if it's "important" to be queer. If that relationship is platonic to someone, then it's platonic, and that's what's more important. If someone's viewing experience is so far in one direction that they didn't consider anything else, all it means is that, wow, they were super invested. Good for them! It doesn't "say a lot about someone." It says nothing.

There's supposedly a trans character in the show, but we're given no canon evidence for that. Most people will never know it. With no canon evidence, you get to have whatever interpretation you want and it's just as "real" and "important" and "powerful" as any other interpretation. That's the beauty of an ambiguous storyline, and also the frustration (depending on your personal point of view).

At the same time, definitely, people need to know when their interpretation is just a headcanon versus confirmed canon. Too many people act like headcanons are canon, or they act like an obvious interpretation is "weird" when really it's their own behavior that's weird. You can "deny" an interpretation in that you simply do not choose to view something that way, but you still have to acknowledge that other interpretations are possible. You also can't ignore the reality of canon.

Clearly these above posts are all for a very specific interpretation, which is super important to them. And that's fine. It's still just one headcanon, it's not a default, and importance is only in the eye of the beholder. Any other headcanon is just as valid and important.

And nothing is canon unless it's explicitly shown.

Or vice versa, everything is canon until proven otherwise. :)

Hot take and not to be a killjoy or the shipping police but people treating Viktor or Jinx's aroace headcanons as if they were canon is not the revolutionary take people think it is.

Headcanons are always all right but we have to acknowledge that they are somehow damaging when they apply to stereotypes. It might not be the case for everyone but most of the time people unconsciously assume that disability/mental illness=asexuality. These headcanons erase the freedom of attraction from people who are already seen as unable to have sexual/romantic experiences/desires, when it's completely untrue and harmful.

You can headcanon Viktor and Jinx as aroace, but I have seen people changing their minds once Viktor is no longer disabled (s2 with all of his other forms) and Jinx is no longer as mentally ill (alternate universe Powder). And it speaks wonders of how people see these characters.

"I never thought about Jinx being able to feel romantic/sexual attraction until s2!" To believe she's actually only capable of that when she's not "damaged" is incredibly disturbing. Especially since Jinx has always had a bit of a flirty personality too.

"I've always seen Viktor as asexual, I don't know why!" That's fine. You can headcanon him as ace. But I believe there is a reason behind it, most of the time, if for some inexplicable reason the "vibes" of the disabled character are making you think he's ace.

I say all of this being aroaspec myself, by the way. Headcanon all you want but going to people's posts commenting how "it's weird for you that they have romantic/sexual plots when they're clearly aroace" is not a win at all. It's a headcanon, after all, and it should be treated as such, and that's fine. But it also is damaging to spread stereotypes like these.

Of course the disabled character is asexual. Of course the mentally ill character is aromantic. It's not as revolutionary as you might think, tbh.

Fandom is not activism and it's all right to have any headcanons you want BUT some of them are filled with damaging stuff and perhaps we should look into ourselves more before treating these assumptions as something canon.

[lovesickhughes]

💌 lovebug girldad!jack <3

a/n: thank you for requesting! it's a day late, but what better than to post for mother’s day 💞 i hope you like this! (not edited!)

warnings: mentions of pregnancy!

When you found out you were pregnant, you were beyond ecstatic, it was the best gift you could have ever been given. You couldn't wait to receive ultrasound pictures of the little one growing inside you, or pick out furniture for the nursery Jack and you would soon spend endless hours in, and even though you hadn't met the little bean growing inside you- you were already obsessed.

But, Jack took you by surprise. From the moment you shared the news with him through a thoughtful and wholesome pregnancy announcement, his entire world shifted to being revolved around you.

Whether it was pampering you as your body began to adjust to the growing little one from within, or making your life as easy as possible in unnecessary ways you only scolded Jack for; he had one thing in mind and that was to love you and his child that you were carrying.

So when May came around, Jack's birthday slowly but surely approaching, you slowly began hinting at the fact and trying to see what he wanted as gifts. By this time, you were just past the sixth month mark of your journey carrying your little bean, and the effects of your pregnancy were in full force.

There were times where your head would spin, leaving you disoriented or when your cravings for food felt endless, your hunger being insatiable and what got you the most; the body aches. The added weight of your growing bean weighing stress on your body to limits you thought were non-existent.

But despite all, Jack was your rock. He was the one that grounded you, eased you— supported you in ways you only wish you could repay him for.

The Mother's Day weekend consisted of time being spent in Michigan alongside the Hughes family. Luke spending time with his college friends, Quinn beginning his summer conditioning and training, all the while Jack stayed glued to your side.

You had entered the lake house with Jack's hand never leaving the small of your back or your hip. He was hot on your tail and every chance he could take, he'd be tending to you to ensure you were at maximum comfort.

"Jack, baby, just relax for the night, 'kay? I'm all good." You assured as you ran your hand through his brown curls, pushing them away from his forehead.

Jack leaned down to place a kiss to your temple, throwing an arm across the back of the couch to rest behind your frame before shifting in his spot to become more comfortable.

"I know, I know. Just wanna make sure you're comfortable."

It was a rainy evening, which meant the night would be spent indoors watching movies with the fireplace on while the sound of the rain hitting the glass window echoed through the house.

You were spread along the length of the couch, tucked into Jack's side with a soft, fluffy blanket rested over your legs to give you the extra warmth. Jack's other hand— not around your shoulder— found its way to your bump, slipping his fingers underneath the fabric of your shirt and drew endless shapes with his fingertips along your skin.

It was his way of talking to his little girl, who didn't know it yet, but absolutely rocked his world.

When you found out the baby was going to be a girl— celebrated with a group of close friends and family— the memory of Jack screaming of joy and immediately enveloping you into his embrace would forever be etched into your mind.

The feeling of Jack's hands against your bump sent shivers through your system. It was enough to excite you while also relax you and lull you into a trance that you never wanted to leave.

The movie played lowly on the TV planted on the wall, all the while you felt your eyes begin to grow heavy, the warmth being emitted between Jack's and your bodies causing you to feel sleep creeping upon you.

Suddenly, as if a lightbulb had switched in your mind, you turned your head to look at Jack, his eyes meeting yours as you shifted against him— sitting straighter.

"What do you want for your birthday? I know you've been kinda brushing it off, but I wanna do something for you." You urged, your hand reaching to rest on his forearm of the arm that was rested against your stomach.

He shook his head, closing his eyes and sliding his hand to the side of your torso, caressing the skin. "Baby, I told you, I don't need anything. I'm perfectly content just spending the day with you."

You groan, rolling your eyes playfully, "You're such a sweetheart, but c'mon. You've been doing so much for me lately, I wanna return the favour— pay you back." You press, trying to urge your favourite brunette to hint at some of the things he'd want for his special day.

As if it were instinct, his hand reached to cup your jaw, pulling you into a sweet, warm and slow kiss, his hand pushing to interlock between the strands of your hair.

When he pulled away, he only softly smiled, eyes tired and cheeks rosy with warmth. He then looked down to your bump that separated you from being chest to chest against him, his smile growing wider as he pushed the fabric of your top away to expose the soft skin of your belly where your little bean resided.

"Y/n, you carrying my daughter— my first-born daughter— is all I could ever wish for for my birthday. You being our little bean's mother is what I want." He admitted, looking up at you through his eyelashes.

"Jack—” You tried to protest, only to be interrupted.

"I know you think I'm going overboard, but I just want things to be as easy as they can for you. I can only imagine what it's like for you, to be caring our child. You're my only birthday wish because you're gifting me with the greatest thing to ever happen to us," He said, gesturing to your stomach, his hand splaying across the expanse of your stomach.

As if on queue, the fluttering feeling you had started to notice not long ago, sparked again and you watched as your stomach moved against Jack's hand. Your little bean letting both of you know she could hear you.

Immediately, Jack's gaze lightened, his eyes widened, mouth slowly agape as he inhaled sharply at the sensation.

"Did you feel that?" Jack asked eagerly, sliding his hand across your skin to search for more areas where he could feel bean kicking.

You let out a chuckle, your own hand reaching to cup Jack's jaw, "Yes, honey, I did." You smiled sweetly.

Jack kissed you feverishly, his excitement radiating off of his bones.

"That's our little girl in there." He said softly as he pulled away from your lips. He squirmed against your body, shifting so that he was laying across the cushion of the couch to have his face opposite your stomach.

He peppered kisses against your torso as you watched him intently, so enamoured with the way he treated you and bean.

"If you can hear me, bean— you are the best thing that's ever happened to me," He whispered against your skin, his voice vibrating the surface of your skin.

You lightly tapped his head, silently shunning him, "That, and your mom are the best things."

[breelandwalker]

I'm starting to question how much the "old" pagan costumes and festivities were indeed about fertility, sex, etc.

Ronald Hutton claims that there is no evidence in history that the maypole was saw as a phallic symbol, for example. And there are other possible meanings. But you usually just read in books as a matter of fact that it was a phalic representation and the dance around was about fertility etc

I recently read the witche's bible because I was curious about traditional wicca rituals and there is suuch a high focus on how every single costume or holiday was about fertility and sex that honestly it makes me wonder, how much it was indeed about those things and how much is just the interpretation of modern people like Gardner making it about those things

You're hitting the nail on the head without even realizing it, Anon.

SO much of what we think we know about "old pagan customs" comes from books written by Victorian-era occultists. And if there is one thing to be said about Victorian-era occultists, it was that they were horny as FUCK. (And the Edwardians weren't any better.)

These people went around rubber-stamping FERTILITY in big red letters on anything to do with goddesses or springtime or even the most passing reference to pregnancy, childbirth, midwifery, or babies. Literally any excuse for ritual nudity or a sacred orgy. And no, that is not satire. Or a euphemism.

The other thing that can be said about Victorian-era occultists is that quite a lot of them were history buffs and very prolific writers. (If you look at the roster of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn and their regular guests, it reads like a Who's Who of the writers of fantastical fiction and poetry at the time.) So the result of that is a whole lot of literature about folklore and "ancient pagan customs" written by people who were filtering what little historical information they had at the time through the lens of their own opinions and those of their colleagues.

(It's worth noting that that "lens" often consisted quite heavily of free-associated ideas not supported by history or things they completely pulled out of their own asses. Leland's "Aradia" is a good example of the "Ancient Sacred Text Given To Me By A Real Witch Who Totally Exists And I Definitely Didn't Write This Myself And Make Up This Claim For Clout" genre.)

Quite unsurprisingly, a lot of these beliefs got absorbed into the roots of the modern witchcraft movement a few decades later, since those were the popular resources available at the time and the same generally-prevailing opinions and biases were still present. So this started WELL before Gardner and his coven were on the scene. They just picked up the thread.

And as we all know, once there's a generation or so of removal from the founding beliefs of a movement, people tend to take the older texts as gospel, regardless of how flawed they might be.

See Also: We Still Have To Talk About The Witch-Cult Hypothesis Because Margaret Murray Wrote The Encyclopedia Britannica Entry On Witchcraft And It Wasn't Updated Until The 1960s.

See Also: We Still Have To Explain The Difference Between Historical Fiction And The Historical Record Because Of The White Goddess And The Mists Of Avalon.

See Also: We Still Have To Talk About The Burning Times Myth Because Raymond Buckland Made That Stupid Fucking Documentary.

See Also: Why The Hell Is Anyone Still Recommending Silver Ravenwolf.

Anyway, the short answer is that yes, your impression is correct, and I'm glad you're reading Hutton and forming that practical context for the witchcraft/pagan literature and media that you encounter.

Keep honing that bullshit detector and best of luck!

[natalchartnurtures]

PAC: Channeled Messages From The Person On Your Mind *Singles Edition*

Let's feed our delusions. (jk)

Pile 1: "You make me feel so good, like I'm on cloud nine. You make everything so, sooo worth it. I feel like a winner with you around... and the thing is.. you have no clue lol. I wanna win you over and show you off. You've no idea how you make me feel... you being your hot-ass self sitting there, looking so cute. I keep so much of my feelings to myself, but all I wanna do is overcome this impossible (and seemingly invisible) barrier between us! Ahhhhhh, it drives me nuts on some days, ugh!

You feel like a blessing to me. I didn't know somebody like you could exist?! Ahhhhh. I've been alone all my life, but you make me wanna not be alone anymore... it's not something I expected to feel, I have to be honest lol.

I'm not ready to come toward you right now, though. Trust me, I KNOW I must do something, but my anxiety holds me back... my limiting beliefs hold me, and I have no clue how to overcome them. I wish I could figure it out so I could BE WITH YOU ALREADY!

I'm being patient, though... with myself and with the situation between us. I keep my cards close, so you probably wouldn't even know any of this... sheesh, I don't wanna look like a fool in front of you. I'm scared you'd think less of me—it would KILL me if you did—so I keep you at arm's length.

Your presence TRIGGERS some very intense feelings inside me. I feel so exposed and vulnerable with you around, so overwhelmed, and it's not easy, you know? My heart's been broken before, and I'm afraid of getting it broken again. That's definitely a part of the fear you make me feel. I've had to be on the defense with people, especially from my past... relationships have not been easy, and so I guess I gotta work on that.

Go listen to Taylor Swift's 'Lover' anytime you miss me... that's a song I dedicate to you, sweetie, until I see you next time."

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Pile 2: "GIRL, I have been going THROUGH IT, sheesh... I've been holding on for dear life 'cause lately, it feels like everything is out to get me, uk? One thing goes straight to hell after another, and I've just been so caught up with everything. You know what's been keeping me going, though? You. I've been dreaming about you most nights... I think about you when I can, to help me get through what I need to get through. The thought of you gives me strength, girlie. Every time you cross my mind, I get so weak in the knees! I look forward to every time I get to see you... (even if we live in the same house lmao!)

I feel you all around me all the time—it's lovely. I love how you make me feel... you take away my troubles, even if just for a sec. For that, I am immensely grateful!

You're not in my life right now, though... but I'm PRAYING and WISHING and HOPING that I might have a shot with you. The hope of a possibility of being with you is what makes the hard days sooo much easier. I seriously want a solid relationship with you more than anything else! (If we aren't in one already 👀)

Right now, I'm getting my shit together, and I hope you'll be waiting for me on the other side, just like in my dreams. You give me hope in a hopeless world again. You're such a light to me... you don't even know it.

I'm always watching you, though... even when you don't know—ESPECIALLY when you don't notice! Haha, it's my favorite thing in the world. I think you've got the prettiest voice in the world. Gosh, I just wanna be with you, but BOY, I've got my hands tied up right now. I'm letting go and letting God decide when it's time for us to come together. You make me wanna have faith in something greater than us.

But I assure you, I'm coming for ya once I'm done figuring everything in my life. Oh, and I love you. ✨"

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Pile 3: "You make me so horny. I can't even sit right when I'm around you. WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS EFFECT ON ME?! (Not that I'm complaining tbh, I love it haha). But seriously, how can someone be so goddamn hot?! How?! Jeez, I LOVE your body! I get so many 18+ thoughts—it's insane. I apologize for being so direct, but it's just what you do to me, sorry not sorry :p

You make me wanna run toward you EVERY TIME I see you! All I wanna do is be all up on you, loving you, kissing you, and hugging you. Man, it's hard to be around you and not be close to you, especially when there's other people around. I LOVE TALKING TO YOU, and I don't ever wanna stop talking to you, ugh.

You make my heart explode! I've never had feelings this deep for anybody in my life (I WISH I was kidding, jeez). You make me wanna act mature and romantic n stuff... 🙃 (Usually, I'm not like this, btw).

I wanna be where you're at, vibrationally speaking, but I've got some things I gotta take care of. I've got some old cycles I've been on—my old bs. I'm working hard on it and releasing it as we speak, and this is helping me come toward you. Might take me a while, though, ngl 👀🙄. But I'll be there before you know it, princess!

I WANT our relationship to begin between the two of us SO BAD, but I can't see how that's gonna happen yet. It feels like it's not the right time yet? Idk... it's really frustrating, though. I'm trying not to do anything stupid to sabotage our new beginning, though. I'm just going with the flow of things and listening to my intuition about our situation. Don't worry!

I see you as my forever, my one and only. I can't explain it, but I just know. You're the one for me, and honestly, it's breaking my heart that I can't actively pursue you right now since it's supposed to be 'divinely guided' 🙄 Like, Universe, could you please hurry up and get me to MY baby, ugh.

You're so beautiful, you're my goddess, my other half. I can't wait to get to you and spoil you and have a PROPER relationship with you. I hate that we can't come together and confess to each other yet... it's maddening. I know we're destined to be, but the way things are going on the surface right now, it might seem as if we're not meant to be... hell, we might not even be talking to each other or you may not even know I exist right now! But as soon as the divine gives me the green light, I'll be coming running toward you to claim you all for myself." ✨

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[velvetydream]

꒰ : 🪐 [ Academic Rivalry - 산 ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

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Pairing : Choi San x fem! Reader , very short Seonghwa x Reader but important for the plot and no feelings between them

Summary : You've hated San your entired life, from him being better than you in every subject to your parents telling you to be more like him. Though.. was it really hate or something else you felt?

Word count : 4.3K Words

Genre/Warnings : Enemies to Lovers - Fluff, Academic Rivals

a/n : After alot of very dissapointing events, I decided to write a lil cheer up fic for @moilele , hope u enjoy it dear!♡

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He was irritating, the bane of your existence. His voice alone annoyed you, his stupid face way too handsome for his stupid personality.

Choi San, the top student in sports, is rivaling you in any other subject as he scores almost always a little higher than you. Your parents, being friends, always compared you to him. Be a bit more like San; look how well San is doing, San, San, San. Anyone was only able to see and say San, the girls falling at his feet, the boys wanting to be like him.

Snap!

Looking down now at the pencil you snapped with your hand, Mingi looking at you concerned from his spot beside you. "Uhm.. you broke your pencil.." He mutters, making you roll your eyes as you throw the broken pen away into the depths of your bag. "Thanks, Mingi, I didn't know.." You mumble, even more, annoyed when your ears pick up that stupid deep laugh of San sitting at the back with Jung Wooyoung and Kang Yeosang. The little trio being the absolute worst nightmare of yourself. They always acted so smug, so high above everyone, just because their parents had money and they were doing well in school.

"She's definitely annoyed by San again." Yunho snickers as he looks over to you from his seat beside Mingi. "He is annoying, and my parents told me last night how they'd be coming over this weekend for dinner. Means I'll have to listen to them praise him the whole evening.." Wanting to slam your head against the table, you didn't as the professor walked in, starting his lecture. Luckily, San and his little group of friends, for once, stayed quiet and didn't interfere much.

"Can't you just ditch the dinner though?" Mingi asks as he starts packing up his bag, making you shake your head. No, you couldn't cause the lecture you'd get then would be far worse than spending one evening with Choi San. "Guess you'll have to endure it, but hey, we can hand out together Sunday then, to make the weekend a little less dreading." Patting your shoulder, Yunho takes his bag as the three of you leave the room and make your way to the cafeteria. He was right; it was one evening, and you would survive that dinner for sure. Or so you thought.

"Oh, San! Always so polite! Thank you!" Your mother beams as he helps her bring everything to the table, a smirk being sent your way. "Seriously Y/n, take an example from San!" Your mom praises him as everyone takes a seat; you just want to leave this dinner immediately. The moment San and his parents entered your home, your mother was all over him, saying how well he looked and what a charming young man he was. The dinner continued quietly, till your father had to bring up academics. "So San, I heard from your father how well you're doing, top of each class and a little sports star huh?" Smiling bashfully San nods, wanting to gag at his little shy act. "Yes, Sir, I've spent a lot of time studying and putting my other time into sports; I'd love to pursue a good job in the future with a lot of possibilities." Clapping a bit beside you, your mother praises the young man. "A son like you, Y/n you should really learn from him, maybe he can even tutor you a bit in what was it.. maths? Where you were doing not so well!" Looking at her, offended now that she had to say that in front of San, who smirked at you. "Of course, ma'am, I'm top of my class in maths; I'd love to tutor our dear Y/n to help her out." Oh, how you wanted to just punch that stupid smirk off of his face.

After dinner, your parents asked you to clean the dishes while they took a seat outside on the porch. "What a stupid asshole, oh how I'd love to punch that stupid smirk off of his stupid face." Mumbling to yourself as you clean the dishes, not noticing a presence behind you. "How lovely you talk about me, you probably meant to say stupidly handsome face?" Shrieking together at the voice, you spin around to come face to face with San, your hands dripping with water and soap from scrubbing the plates. "No, I meant what I said; now get out." Wanting to turn back around, he quickly cages you between his arms. "Darling maybe be a bit nicer to your tutor." Fingers grab your chin as he lifts your head to look into your eyes, clearly seeing the same emotions of disdain you hold for him. "Yeah sure, fuck off." Pushing his hand away, you turn around to continue cleaning as he leaves with an annoyed click of his tongue.

Finally, he was gone again, resting your forehead against the hanging cupboards slightly, a sigh leaving your exhausted body. Choi San was so fucking irritating.

The following day, luckily, was spent with Mingi and Yunho at the mall, enjoying some ice cream before having to go back to university the next day. Of course, the day had to end with your most hated subject, math. Sending a smug look your way as San walks past you, now knowing fully well how bad you're in this class, while he was a top student yet again. "Miss Y/n would you mind staying a minute after the lecture?" The professor now asks you as everyone packs their belongings together, nodding as you watch everyone leave the room. "You're very close to failing this class.. Is it my teaching? Can something maybe help you?" The elderly man asks now, always wanting to make sure his students at least pass. "I really don't know sir.. I study a lot, yet I still don't understand everything.." Looking down at your hands, frustrated now, how is it that you're working your ass off, trying to score well, yet you always seem to fail.

"Maybe I can help? I could tutor her; our parents are friends, so we know each other." Head shooting up at the agitating voice coming from the main door. "Oh really?! That would be great! Then I leave her grade in your hands mister!" The professor exclaims happily, as he grabs his bag and bids you two his goodbye for the day. "Are you insane?! Why would I want you to tutor me?!" Shouting at him now, his stupid smirk showing his dimples, as his short dark hair frames his face perfectly. Screw him. "Because you need my help, sweetheart, or else, you will fail, and your parents will just be even more disappointed in you." Laughing into your face now, you quickly walk past him, shoving his shoulder while doing so. "I'll text you the meet-up spot!" San shouts after you, laughing as you flip him off.

This was your worst nightmare coming true.

So this is how you find yourself in front of a luxury apartment complex San had sent the address to you of. Murmuring annoyed to yourself how he lived in such a wealthy apartment all by himself while you still had to live at home, annoyed the hell out of you. Pressing the button, it takes a few seconds for San to answer, telling you to come to the 8th floor. Pressing the button in the elevator, you wait for it to arrive at the correct floor before stepping out, moving to the only slightly open door. "Come in, I'm cooking right now." He calls over to you, making you roll your eyes. Of course, he had to cook exactly right now when you were on time. "Take a seat at the aisle; I can tutor you while cooking; the math topic is pretty easy." Motioning for the high chairs, you take a seat, already frustrated, pulling out your notes and iPad. "So where is your problem? Is it the way or the overall understanding?" Talking to you so easily while seasoning whatever he was cooking made your blood boil. First, he brings you into this situation, and then he won't even properly tutor you? Asshole.

"It's the way, I understand what I'm supposed to do, but it confuses me how to get there." He nods, taking your notes from you and scanning over them quickly. Giving them back, he starts to explain the easiest way, making you try and follow while he explains, taking notes of what he is saying. Despite not wanting to admit it, you slowly understood with his help and explanation of the math problem.

"Do you understand it now?" Looking at you, smiling when you slowly nod. This was the worst humiliation you ever experienced, admitting to Choi San helping you. "See, not that hard, maybe you should be a bit nicer to me, then I can help you more~" There he is again, with his smug attitude. "You're annoying as fuck; why do you always need to act so high and mighty." Packing together now annoyed, you've had enough of him acting this way. "Woah, nice words, please; I don't get your problem with me, you've hated me since forever, and I did nothing." He follows you to the direction of his door now, watching you put on your shoes.

"That's exactly the problem! You're oh so great at everything without trying, while I work my ass off and still fail! My parents praise you every time even when you're not around! I hate this! You're oh so perfect and I have to endure this shit!" While shouting at him, you struggle a bit with your shoes, not noticing him approaching you slowly with a dark look in his eyes until you're standing up straight again, and the next second, your back collides with the door. "That's what you think? That I get handed everything on a silver plate? Says the little princess that never had to work a single day in her life, while I had to work my ass off for my parents to even support me, you never had to worry a single day, and yes I might not need to study that much like others, doesn't mean I don't work for it." The words he spits at you are venomous, and you are not able to look away from the scowl on his face.

"I don't care! You're annoying! You think so much of yourself and have to pull me into it! I hate you!" And with that Choi San had enough, pressing his lips roughly against yours to finally shut you up. "Will you shut up finally? I never intended for you to hate me! I even wanted to be friends when we were kids; it's not my fault either of our parents acted like that!" Eyes wide as you watch San in silence, pushing him away as you quickly exit the apartment, him simply watching you as the door slowly closes.

Clutching over your heart with heavy breath in the elevator, your body felt hot, blushing heavily. It wasn't the fact that you were mad; it wasn't that you hated that he kissed you. No.. you hated the fact it did something to you, the fact you felt butterflies in your stomach, having felt a spark between you two. Yunho and Mingi would go crazy when you tell them.

Arriving at home, your mom asks how the tutoring went, ignoring her and going straight to your room, face-planting on your bed before screaming into the pillow. You hated him, you hated his guts, you hated his personality, but you didn't hate the kiss, you didn't hate the butterflies he gave you while pinning you against the door, the spark he ignited when his lips met yours. It was irritating, just as much as he is.

After staring at the wall for a while, you slowly sit up again, exhaling loudly, seriously, what is with him? Why does he have to be so annoying? Touching your lips now, you could still basically feel his soft lips on your own; shaking your head. Now, you end up taking a cold shower to get those thoughts out of your head.

But you couldn't; nothing helped; not the cold shower, not watching your favorite show, not listening to music,, and falling asleep was also almost impossible. Though plagued by San, his soft lips, his broad body, and his strong hands, you wanted to cry from how much he was haunting your mind right now. So, in the end, you barely ended up sleeping and went to school sleep-deprived, Mingi laughing at the big circles under your eyes before Yunho scolded the younger of the two. "But seriously, you don't look well. Shouldn't you stay at home?" Shaking your head at Yunho's question, no, you couldn't afford to miss any classes, especially math. "I'll be fine, but thanks for worrying about me." Giving him a small smile, before listening to the professor again.

In the end, Yunho was right; you should've stayed at home; your body wasn't used to barely getting any sleep, so a hard migraine soon hit you, groaning and massaging your temple, trying to follow anything the professor was saying. "Miss Y/n, could you please come to the front and solve the problem?" Great of course he had to ask you out of all the people here, standing up on shaking legs. Your feet slowly carry you to the front of the class, the whole room spinning as you take the chalk into your hand. "Sir I don't think Y/n is doing so well." Sans voice cut in, as the professor looks at you. Body looking exhausted, deep rings under your eyes, your eyes slightly red, and your handshaking.

Just as he wanted to ask if you'd like to go to the infirmary, your body was falling, being caught by someone before hitting the floor. "I'll take her." Vision blurry so you couldn't tell who it was, Mingi? Or Yunho? Probably one of them, so you just rest your head on the person's shoulder as they carry your weak body to the infirmary. And the next thing you know is waking up alone, sitting up slowly, the migraine still slightly torturing your head. "Wouldn't think a simple kiss makes you lose your whole mind." Head shooting up as San moves to behind the curtain of your bed, a glass of water in his hand. "Here drink." Placing the water into your hands now he watches you gulp down the cool liquid.

"Here, the nurse gave me some sugar to give you when you wake up." Looking at the little candy in his hand, you take it, letting it slowly dissolve on your tongue, lips pulled into a slight pout. "You're really something; why did you come when you barely slept or at least went home when you got a migraine,e, hm?" Sitting down beside you, his hand reaches out to massage just the right spot in your neck, the pain stopping for a moment. "This is all your fault.. Why did you have to kiss me? I could've simply gone on my day and slept normally, but no, you had to confuse me." At that he dares to laugh, making you glare at him. "You were talking too much, so I shut you up." At that, you push his hand away, hitting his shoulder annoyed. "You're so annoying! Don't just kiss me! What is wrong with you! I wanted to leave!" San lets you hit his shoulder a bit to get your anger out, before grabbing your hands to still them.

"Are you mad I kissed you or are you mad you liked it?" Shutting you up with those words as your eyes grow wide, immediately turning your head to the side. "O-Of course because you just kissed me! I didn't like it!" Smiling at you now, he leans closer from his spot on the edge of the bed. "Are you sure? Seems like you're lying to me~" Hands still held in his, you look down at them, they're bigger than yours, holding yours so perfectly. "N-No! I didn't like it!" You lie again, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans closer to whisper in your ear, butterflies coming to life again in your stomach. "Then maybe I should kiss you so much more till you don't lie and admit how much you loved it~" His voice was deep in your ears as you shook your head, trying to push him away.

This shouldn't be happening, you shouldn't be feeling like this. You hated Choi San; he was annoying, a brat, yet here he was, making your heartbeat pick up.

"Well, rest well; I'll see you later." And with that he leaves, leaving you all flustered and frustrated.

"What do you mean he kissed you?!" Mingi screeches from his place in the passenger driver's seat, turning his body to look at you in the back. "How I said it, he kissed me and.. He continues to try to get closer and.. Wh, is he so annoying?!" Slamming your head against the window, making Yunho scream in protest to now bang your head against his car. "Maybe he likes you? I mean, you never really talked to him; you decided to hate him since day one, didn't you?" Yunho was right; you barely even gave him a chance as your parents immediately started praising him and comparing you to him, while his parents just boosted him about how amazing their son is. "Why don't you give him a chance? He obviously seems to like you despite how you treated him for years." Mingis chirps in now, looking at you, watching you shake your head now. "Never, he probably just does this to get on my nerves." Both of the boys look at you, doubting, but stay quiet now on the topic.

"Seonghwa! Hongjoong!" Running over to the two waiting man, you happily embrace both of them, staying in Seonghwas arms much longer. "Hello darling how are you? And how are you two? Sorry we couldn't meet up recently, Hongjoong and I have been away on jobs abroad." Hongjoong was a designer for his own very famous brand and Seonghwa was his main model, they were a few years older yet still were at university when you started, that's also how you guys met. "No worries! Just glad you two are back! Missed you alot! How was Paris?" Looking at them, Hongjoong smiles as he starts to talk about the event they attended and how beautiful Paris was, saying how they'd take you with them next time.

"So how is it going with San? Still annoyed by him?" Seonghwa asks now, watching you roll your eyes, as Mingi already interferes. "He kisses her, and since then,n, she has been confused!" Making the two older men look at you shocked while you hit Mingi on the back of his head, making him whine. "Out of the blue?" Hongjoong questions now as you nod, explaining the whole situation to them. "It could be that you're feeling that way because it was your first kiss; maybe that's why you're feeling all those butterflies and felt a spark." Seonghwas words held some truth; it could definitely be that, in the end, you never had your first kiss, and San just stole it.

The whole dinner, those thoughts were stuck in your head. Was it really just because it was your first kiss, or was it because it was San?

"Hey, you're up in your pretty head." Seonghwa comes to walk beside you, a few meters behind the others. "I'm just confused. I have hated him for my whole life, and now he kisses me, and I get all flustered and giddy, yet I don't know if it's because of him or because I got kissed." Listening closely, the handsome man beside you nods, coming to a halt beside you. "Do you want help to figure it out?" Now you looked at Seonghwa confused, who softly smiled at you, not really knowing how anyone could help you figure this out, yet you still nodded. "Pardon me then." His hand reaches out to hold your cheek softly, as he tilts your head up and locks your lips with his. Seonghwas lips felt different; unlike San, he was very soft and careful, warm, and tasted a little bit like a strawberry. His lips smooth from taking proper care of them. Yet you felt no sparks and definitely no butterfly as he pulls away.

"So?" Smiling at you, already seeing the gears turn in your head, having figured out that it was San causing the butterflies and not because you got kissed. "You should talk to him, darling; maybe you have done him wrong by being so mean to him; maybe he is different than you think." Patting your head softly, looking ahead as Hongjoong shouts for the two of you, grabbing your hand as he pulls you after the other three men.

That night you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling while holding your plush bunny to your chest, finally having enough as you grab your phone and open San contact. Barely any conversation was in the chat. For a second, you think about what to write till you quickly type in. 'If you're serious about this, I'll give you one chance tomorrow at 6 pm, Han River.' Hitting send, you quickly exit the chat, throwing your phone on your fluffy carpet as your body falls back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling nervously. At the same time, in Sans's apartment, he got all giddy, already rummaging through his closet for a perfect outfit, thinking of what he should bring along, make a picnic basket with some fruits?

The next day, you wait at the exact place you told San to meet up, fingers fidgeting with the bracelet you had on, as a tap on your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts. San stood behind you in casual yet fitting clothes. "Hey, I didn't know what your plan was, so I just brought some snacks." He shows you the bag of snacks as you nod at him. "That's fine; I thought we could watch the sunset; I brought a blanket." Following you through the few people already sitting on the grass, you two find a nice spot, a bit away from everyone else as you take a seat.

"So.. what made you change your mind?" Looking up from munching on a few chocolate cookies, you swallow before answering him. "A friend helped me figure something out that made me change my mind." Keeping it vague, San senses he probably shouldn't ask any further. "I'm glad, really; whatever that friend did, tell him to thank you for making you give me a chance finally." His dimples show as he smiles. You two continue to talk a bit, not once mentioning university, grades, or your parents, making you realize the problem wasn't San but your parents. San told you about his hobbies, but you didn't even know he was in a little dance crew with Wooyoung and Yeosang, he even went so far as showing you a few clips when they were filming in the streets; you even complimented him, which he blushed. Telling him about yourself more now, he listened intently as if trying to remember every little thing you tell him.

"San.." Looking from the setting sun to you, he murmurs to tell you to continue talking. "I'm sorry for how I have treated you.. I gave you the fault for how my parents treated me; I think I just tried to find a scapegoat, and you were just there." It felt good to finally apologize to him directly; you definitely now needed a long talk with your parents, though. "Hey no worries, I never gave up because I hoped someday you would give me a chance, even if it was just as a friend." Nodding at that, you're glad he wasn't mad at you, though you wouldn't take offense if he did. After all, you were awful to him since the day you two met.

"May I ask a favor of you?" The voice was small, already flustered from what you were about to ask him. "Sure, what is it?" San looked at you, sensing your shyness. He took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. "Can you kiss me again?" His eyes light up and without a second word, he locks his lips with yours. Sparks flew as his lips met yours, butterflies erupting in your stomach, and now you for sure knew it was San causing those emotions and not just being simply kissed; you had to thank Seonghwa later for making you realize this. The kiss lasted a bit longer than the first time because you, of course, kissed him back, eyes closed as his other hand came to cup your cheek.

"I can't believe you're the one causing butterflies in my stomach in the end.." You mumble against his lips, making the man before you laugh, feeling your stomach turn at that again, your cheeks flushing red. Maybe it wasn't hate this whole time you felt, but adoration, longing, not knowing what those emotions felt like.

"Remember how you used to hate me?" San asks you with a smirk, leaning over the back to the couch of your shared apartment as you groan; even after years of dating now, he still brings that up. "Seriously, shut up, please! I explained it to you!" Wanting to hide your face in a pillow, you couldn't as San tilted your head back, looking into your eyes before sealing his lips with yours. "I'm just teasing you and hey, you can always shut me up the way I did." Smirking he runs back to the kitchen as you want to hit him for flustering you so much.

[hexhomos]

I love Mel through and through but I cannot find it in myself to say that her and Jayce should’ve continued romantically in season 2, or that meljayvik/melvik could ever work.

While she def did love Jayce in season 1 she did use him and viktor for political and financial gain. And her and viktor always hated each other (also viktors 100% a gay man)

Also I think even tho canonically labels and homophobia don’t exist in arcane it was def some form of heteronormativity that caused jaymel maybe like…. Classism or smth…. Idk 🙏

Mel and sevika is my favorite Mel ship because Mel should be with someone who won’t fold as easily as Jayce 😇

imho jayce/mel was always a relationship of convenience with a very clear economical stipulation of success that is planted all throughout s1 act 2 (mel literally walking out on jayce when he doesnt present his new gizmos on progress day bc she had already promised them to investors. lol. later on pressuring him to do a whole round of black market shakehands under HER inherited opera house which is used as a meeting point between all the corrupt topside politicians. do i even need to expand.) and its only made worse when the phony-ruler training stuff comes in and both ambessa and mel start competing to see who can manipulate jayce into making weapons for the empire faster. I've always said that storyline was inconsistent as fuck and it does a lot of flip flopping near the end of s1 (do you want weapons or not? it changes every scene.) but at least people cant call me crazy anymore bc they WERE grooming jayce into being the pliant triggerfinger figurehead and once that fails all the attention is shifted onto caitlyn, who's just so ready to fall for the bait.

Like this is why jayce brings up the investment stuff during the breakup scene. this is why mel is fighting with caitlyn against her mother at the end of the series as a complete reversal of her goals. This was supposed to be a Thing. Character development for this bit in specific was RUSHED AS FUCK since they wanted to put all of the political tidbits as far away from the core plot as possible but its still there when you look. The ''empathetic'' political stringpulling ambessa does with cait is one she has taught her daughter, and she perpetuates with jayce, who is ofc upset at all the bullshit when he realizes what's happened in the end. And that it didn't just impact him, but also viktor and the cities at large!

clean break was actually the best thing they could have done with both of these characters and for a second I didn't believe they'd HAVE the balls to do it, but I'm happy to be proven wrong lmfao! if jayvikmel has no haters im dead. I'm not even getting into that whole thing but it bothers me *so deeply* to see viktor defanged and made into a fogbrained centrist yes-man when his entire arc is about the fatal consequences generations of these rich oligarch games have had on the low class people of the undercity. One of the only scenes of him raging in the entire show is him showing his disgust for mel's weapon proposition, and we just forget that happened? nuh uh. not on my watch

[custardtartsfan]

You have a spending problem, and i love you - Jason Todd x reader short

helloooo so i still have two exams and cant write the stories id like to just yet. But i can edit and post my writers craft works. cuz like all i did in that class was write fan fiction. anywho i hope you enjoy yay

“Babe- okay. I love you. But also comma, we already have a candle for like every surface in the apartment.” Jason said with the tone of someone who is VERY used to his partner. He was met with a pouty face and a wistful sigh

“But…Jay..it's a tomato.”

y/n complained, cradling the tomato shaped candle in their hands and looking at it like it was their newborn they're being forced to give up. Jason sighed deeply. 

“Uh huh. It sure is. But we already have one in the basket that's a wiener dog. We don't need two novelty candles in one Winners trip, that's ridiculous.” Jason explained gently, patting her back. Irene didn't look convinced. “What if..we got one huh? Tomato or the dog, you pick”. y/n gasped, offended. 

“I can't get rid of the dog! He looks like Sprinkles.” y/n protested, removing one hand from the tomato candle so they could pick up and cradle the dog candle with it.

“Babe Sprinkles is a cat. He looks nothing like that.”

“Yeah but he's an animal.”  y/n protests, looking down at their candles. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Sweetheart, pick one. We're not getting them both.” he said firmly. He sighed again when they made a face like he was personally traumatizing them. “Babe, this isn't a Sophie's Choice, don't look at me like that.  One. Candle.” He reiterates rigidly. You can't always be fun boyfriend, that's a circus. 

“Don't say that. That's not funny.” y/n chastised him. Jason just snorted.

“Well you don't read books. You only know movies, I'm tailoring my references to you.” He said lightly, trying not to laugh at how pissy they looked. “If I said it's not a Daisy Buchanan’s choice you wouldn't have gotten it.” He snickered, y/n was less amused. 

“I know Gatsby, Jay, I finished highschool.” they murmured. “Unlike some of us.” Jason just laughed harder. 

“Yea I was preoccupied with being dead sweetheart.” He said with a smirk. “And i don't think you need a GED to fight crime illegally”. That actually got a snort out of y/n. they looked down at her candles again.

“mm..I guess it doesn't look like Sprinkles.” they said putting the wiener dog down. Jason let out a sigh of pure relief. 

“Great. Amazing. Now let's get the hell out of here.” Jason smiled, taking the basket and making a beeline for the checkout so they couldn't pick up any more sea life themed claw clips or pink patterned hand towels. He put an arm around her shoulder while they walked, putting the metaphorical horse blinders on her. “We need to stop coming here, this place exists to prey on recovering trinket addicts like yourself.” Jason said quietly to himself. But y/n heard, and it got a laugh out of them. 

“..Yea probably.” they giggled. “We should get froyo after this.” Jason rolled his eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it.  

“Should we now?” He asked, looking down at them. “Why’s that?” 

“You've denied me my candle, the least I deserve is mango yogurt.” they nodded. Jason sighed playfully a third time. 

“We're never gonna retire. You spend all my money, our future children will inherit nothing.” He joked, already pulling out his phone to see where the closest froyo place is.

This one was inspired by a conversation i overheard in a winners between a girl and her boyfriend who was trying, in the nicest way possible, to steer her away from buying a heart shaped dutch oven despite her not enjoying cooking at all. it made be giggle

[whoops-all-jennas]

More than a Game - t.c.

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary - Tara is dared to talk to you by her friend group during class. She regrets it and wants to make it up to you

This was inspired by @kaisacobra fic "I Dare You"

Warnings: slight bullying

Part 1 Part 2

The sound of cars passing by and the patter of raindrops on your umbrella is the only stimulation you have on your walk to school.

You usually wear earbuds but you discovered this morning that you accidentally left them in your pocket when you were washing your clothes, ruining your favorite earbuds.

You already know that today is going to be miserable, it never rains here so it must be a sign.

When you get near Woodsboro High, some assholes splash you by running over a puddle with their car.

You put your arms up in shock as you're now drenched. You see them snickering from their car, and fueled by your sour mood, you flip them off as they continue driving away.

You managed to get to school and make your way to the cafeteria for some breakfast. The chatter of students is the only other noise besides the squeaking of your wet shoes.

When you can see the line you see the cafeteria workers closed the line as the bell rings.

"This day literally can't get any worse." you mutter to yourself. As you leave the cafeteria one of the straps of your backpack broke.

-

"Look what the storm dragged in" Liv said mockingly to her friends at her table, just loud enough for you to hear as you drop your backpack next to your table near the back of the classroom and plop into your seat.

Tara's friends in this class consists of Amber, Chad, and 'Liv'. She wasn't really friends with Liv, but she was in the friend group so she had to try to get along with her.

"Why don't we talk to her? make her day better?" Liv said to her friends again with a malicious smile.

Tara knows this means 'act like talking to the quiet kid is some sort of game and treat them like a pet.'

"Come on Tara, you do it." Tara looks between her friends.

"What, no she's clearly having a bad day." Tara whispers loudly to Liv as Amber is now butting in.

"So?" if Amber had gum she would be chewing it in the most exaggerated way possible.

"What do you two have against y/n?" Chad says, now entering the conversation.

The next few seconds are silent until Liv breaks it. "Fine, I'll do it." Liv is about to stand up until Tara stands up first.

"No, I'll do it." Tara starts heading towards the open seat next to you before anyone can object.

Tara knows how Liv can be, so she thought it'd be better for you if it was at least herself instead.

"Hey." Tara says while taking a seat next to you.

You glance at her, acknowledging her existence, and then go back to getting ready for class. You pull out your laptop which is covered in stickers of different shows and stuff you like.

Tara looks forward to her friends who are watching back, Liv and Amber are amused but waiting for something to happen and Chad looking back a little worried.

"I like your laptop, I'm also a fan of-"

You interrupt her, your patience wearing thin. "I'm really not in the mood for this today." You finally look at Tara again. "I'm not an idiot, you can go tell your friends we're 'best friends' now or whatever." You say while making quotation marks with your fingers, annoyance lacing every word you said.

"Sorry I didn't mean-"

You cut her off again as you groan and put your stuff back in your backpack and quickly head out the door. The negative energy emanating off you.

As you're about to leave, your other backpack strap broke and fell to the ground.

You groan more loudly and annoyed than before, quickly grabbing your now not so 'back'pack and carrying it in your hands.

Tara looks to Amber and Liv giggling and looks back to you as you leave. She sees you dropped your chapstick, so she gets up and picks it up.

She heads to the door to see where you went but you were already gone.

Tara heads back to her friends, she tries to hide it but there's guilt on her face.

"That was awesome, did you record that?" Amber says while pointing at Liv.

"Shit I totally should have." Liv and Ambers faces have too much joy in them.

"You guys are assholes" Chad directs mostly at Amber and Liv.

"Lighten up a little, we were just joking around." Amber says with a smile on her face while Tara sits down in her original seat as the last bell rings indicating that class was starting.

'I'm an asshole.' Tara thinks to herself, not being able to focus during class.

-

Tara gets in the car with Chad and Mindy after the school day ended, she didn't see y/n for the rest of the day.

Tara usually gets a ride home from Chad and today wasn't any different, well at least in that aspect.

Chad has a worried look on his face when he looks at Tara in the back seat. He can see the guilt of today eating her up.

"I think you did the right thing, even though how it ended I know you had good intentions." Tara just nods with a forced smile.

"What are you talking about, what happened?" Mindy gets herself in the conversation.

"I don't really wanna talk about it." Tara replies and this quickly ends the conversation while Chad turns the car on.

"Hey Chad, was y/n in class in your first period? she wasn't in A/V class today but I swear I saw her this morning in the cafeteria." Mindy directs her words at Chad seeing that Tara doesn't really want to talk right now.

Tara rubs her hands across her face at hearing where the conversation is going before she looks out the window.

"She was there for a bit, but she left early." Chad responds. "Why what's up, I didn't know you two knew each other."

Chad glances towards Mindy for a second before focusing on the road again. "We were assigned together on a group project in A/V and we just kinda hit it off. Like behind that quiet and shy wall she has at first is this chill and talkative girl, when you get to know her first of course and she's comfortable around you."

Tara groans quiet enough for no one to hear as she throws her head back against the seat.

'Great, another reason to feel like an asshole.' She thinks to herself and soon the car comes to a stop in front of her house.

"I know we usually hangout after school, but you seem kinda out of it so I understand if you want to be alone for now." Chad looks back from the driver seat.

"Yeah, I kinda wanna be alone for now." Tara says quietly.

"Thanks for the ride." Tara gets out of the car after grabbing her backpack and heads to her house as Chad drives away.

When Tara gets inside she pulls out y/n's chapstick that she dropped. After getting a glass of water and settling down for a minute she grabs her phone and goes to Mindy's Instagram page.

She clicks on her followers and searches 'y/n' and quickly finds your account. Your account is set to private but your pfp is a picture of yourself with Mindy covered in fake blood.

Tara giggled at the picture, That was probably for the A/V project Tara thought to herself.

She requests to send a message starting with a picture of the chapstick and the caption 'u forgot something'.

After sending the message she turns the TV on while the anxiety of sending you a message slowly builds up as Tara keeps checking her phone.

After about 10 minutes Tara gets a notification from y/n

y/n: "thanks for picking it up"

Tara quickly starting typing but saw you were typing another message

y/n: "im sorry for kinda blowing up this morning"

Tara erased what she was typing and started a new message

Tara: "No no I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm sorry for trying to talk to you when you clearly didn't want to be talked to"

Tara stares at the screen contemplating her next move before typing again

Tara: "How about I make it up to you? I saw you're a fan of horror movies how about we go watch a movie sometime"

Tara slaps herself after sending the message, but there isn't anything she can do about it now because she can see you already read the message.

After a few minutes Tara swears to herself after realizing you stopped typing and Tara was left on read.

-

You stare at the message you received from Tara with a confused look on your face.

"What?" you mouth to yourself before switching to messaging Mindy.

y/n: "hey mindy, your brother is friends with that one girl right? i think her name is tara"

You stare at the screen waiting for a response and are soon awaited with Mindy seeing the message and 3 dots moving in a bubble

Mindy: "yeah why?"

y/n: "what's she like? have you talked to her before? she's asking me to do hangout with her but i also know she's friends with amber and liv and THEM i know i don't like."

Mindy: "she's definitely the nicest out of that group, I have no idea why chad chills with them but tara i can actually have a conversation with and not have put up an act yk?"

Mindy: "what do you mean Tara is trying to hangout with you?"

You stare at the message contemplating what to say next until you start typing.

y/n: "well today she sat next to me and tried to talk to me. she's with liv and them so i assumed she was doing that thing where people talk to the more awkward students as a kinda game?"

y/n: "i kinda blew up on her and now she's messaging me saying she wants to watch a horror movie with me"

Mindy: "she's definitely not the type of person to do that willingly if that's what you're asking"

Mindy: "the teasing i mean"

Mindy: "if you're asking if you should do it it's your choice. I don't think there's any ill intend."

you stare at the message for a second before giving a quick reply

y/n: "thanks, this helps a lot with my decision :)"

Mindy: "ofc! anytime :)"

After a little more contemplating you go back to the messages with Tara.

y/n: "sorry for leaving you on read for so long lol"

y/n: "what movie did you have in mind?"

-

Somehow on the same day you agreed to go to Tara's house to watch a movie tonight with her. She lives a lot closer than you expected, walking distance close.

As you approach her door you hesitate on knocking for a second. After a few seconds you opt to messaging her saying you're here.

Tara opens the door with an awkward smile. "Hi, come on in make yourself at home."

You wave at her sheepishly, it feels better to see her treat you a bit more genuinely. It also doesn't hurt that she's pretty.

You take your shoes off and follow her to the living room. When you see a bowl of popcorn and the TV set up for a movie you instantly feel a weight off your shoulders.

You now know this isn't a setup or anything to tease you more. "Did you need anything to eat or drink?" Tara says, who is clearly a bit nervous, not as nervous as you are though.

"Just water, thank you." You awkwardly smile at her as she heads to the kitchen.

"Make yourself comfortable!" You hear her say from the kitchen like she knows you're just standing here awkwardly which, granted, she's right. So you take a seat on the couch.

Her house is very cozy, the lights are a warm color and they're not too abrasive.

Tara soon enters with two cups of water and sets them down on the coffee table.

"Is there anyone else here?" You say realizing how quiet it is.

"No, just us. my mom's at work so." Tara sits next to me and grabs the remote.

"We can watch whatever you recommend." You say and she looks at you a bit confused

"But this is for you." You exchange eye contact with Tara before you speak.

"I know and what I want to watch is what you recommend."

You give her a more genuine smile.

"Alrightly then, we're watching the Babadook." She gives you a smile before getting the Babadook setup on the TV.

During the movie you realize that you and Tara actually get along really well once you both got comfortable.

You kinda feel bad for blowing up on her today. You look towards her and admire her face, she really is so pretty.

"Everything okay?" You didn't realize you were staring until she spoke, your face starts to heat up.

"Yeah everything is fine." You said way too fast and broke eye contact immediately going back to the screen.

You can feel her eyes on you, she is definitely smirking but you are way too scared to look back. Instead you go to grab some more popcorn which Tara follows.

She touches your hand in the popcorn bucket, it wasn't too slick either it was clear that was what she was trying to do.

Either way, it doesn't make you any less flustered. "Sorry!" You quickly pull my hand back, if you getting caught staring was considered blushing then they needed a stronger word for how your face looks now.

"Its okay." Tara says with a sort of smugness in her voice.

Tara gets her water from the coffee table and takes the opportunity to sit closer to you.

Your shoulders are now touching and the extended contact is causing your heart to do flips.

"You okay? you look a little warm." Tara says teasingly. "Yeah I'm doing good, this movie is really good so far." A desperate attempt to get the attention off yourself.

Your faces are really close now and you can feel her breath on you.

Tara goes to make her next move, she reaches for your hand till she heard the front door open.

"Tara I'm home!" She heard her mother say from the front door.

Tara made space between you two quickly before her mom came in the room. Tara now being the one to be flustered.

"I see you have a friend here" She says, instantly able to see something was happening just by the look on Tara's face.

"Hi, I'm y/n." You interject awkwardly between the knowing stare that Tara's mom gave her.

"You can just call me Ms. Carpenter." She says waving before going up the stairs giving knowing glances on the way.

"I'm sorry about that, my mom can be a bit, you know." Tara makes eye contact with me, her face still flushed.

"Its okay" Trying to reestablish the previous mood. You both silently continue the movie, never really going beyond what previously happened between us.

The movie was just about over and it was getting late. Shortly after we finished the movie.

"I had a lot of fun, we should hangout more sometime" Tara says with a smile while she opens the door for me.

"Yeah I'd like that." We both look at each other not quite sure what to do or where we stand currently.

We both just awkwardly wave at each other as I start to walk home.

When you get inside and get comfortable in your bed you take a look at your phone.

There are two Instagram notifications, Tara Carpenter requested to follow you and another message.

"You forgot this again"

With a picture of your chapstick.

an: hey guys! im sorry if this isn't too well written, this is not only my first time writing a fic but first time writing because I wasn't forced to write. hope you enjoyed :)

[bonus-links]

rereading with the latest update to get caught up, and now I know its an option I am desperate for director's commentary on Ruins pt7, if you're willing, please

(Also I first started reading this before taking sign langauge classes, and while I am learning a different SL to ASL/whatever Slate is using, some things translate well. Which is to say I was very excited seeing Loft use thank you and other small signs, or recognising Slate's signs. Its very cool!)

OH AN OLDIE yeah sure!! i will do my best to remember wtf i was on about lol

first of all. this was posted in 2023. what do u mean it's 2025 and im only on ch2. explodes. ANYWAY.

I'm still proud of myself this this panel thing w the arrow lol where it's both coming towards the octorok and has already gone through it. this is something that didn't rlly end up making it into the final product but I don't think Slate actually makes a habit of just killing monsters willy nilly. I don't see him hunting down every monster in Hyrule after the calamity ends. He kills this octorok bc they antagonize the horses but also because. I needed an excuse for his bow to already be out HAHA

I have complicated feelings about the yiga and what their lore implies lol but for Slate's part, he has personal beef with them on account of how many times they're tried and nearly succeeded in killing him. I like to imagine the Yiga as both deeply goofy and also a serious threat at the same time lol, which i think sums up how Slate feels about them.

I did however want to take this opportunity to show his capacity to be a brutal fighter, the same way Loft is in the opening of ch1. Actually the idea for this scene even came about because in my own late-stage game I kept getting attacked by a blademaster literally every 2 feet in certain regions, and I was getting so frustrated by it I just started obliterating them with ancient arrows 💀 Slate using way more arrows than necessary was a nod to that. idk maybe this guy lived lol

this scene was also to spur comparisons between Slate and Loft's experiences. Loft is brutal with monsters, but he's never killed a human being. Realizing that the Yiga aren't monsters shocks him.

this is a failure of my own paneling bc I didn't have enough room on the page and refused to add another, but Loft is hallucinating this guardian being active. all the guardians are inactive since defeating the calamity. actually what I should have done was add a red targeting line that then disappeared in the next panel. MAN.

alright and probably what you actually wanted commentary on, first Champion sighting! The first time Slate actually sees Champion is at the end of ch1, so if you're wondering if Slate knows he's there in this scene, the answer is no. I think rather than following Slate around all along, Champion has spent most of his time just sort of. barely existing here at Fort Hateno, or sitting with the master sword. He's not exactly like the ghosts of the other champions, or King Rhoam. sorry buddy :-(

i do have a bonus comic the works re: ghost lore that I will hopefully finish. someday so I think that might answer some questions ppl have. and possibly introduce a few more. but on the whole I like to keep whatever's going on here a little ambiguous. like I said in this update's commentary, one part literal and one part metaphorical. maybe two parts metaphorical lol

I think that's all I got for this one!