#and not freak out about having to study more

[gothicfied]

hi!! i LOVE your writing! i was wondering if you could write something about dae ho meeting reader in the game, maybe she doesnt speak korean? like theres a whole language barrier thing and he sort of becomes her unofficial translator? something cute like that <3 thank you!!!

Kang Dae-ho / Player 388 with a foreign reader

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho / Player 388 x foreign!reader (SEASON 2)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mentions of gunshots, killing, death (Typical Squid Game stuff), this is set in Season 2, Reader doesn't have a specific ethnicity/race and is just said to be foreign to South Korea, other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language... how ironic)

A/N: Alright, so this request is literally like 6 months old AND I AM SO SORRY TO THE ANON WHO ASKED THIS😭 this has been sitting here in my drafts, unfinished until now. Season 3 came out today and I obviously had to binge watch the entire thing. I won't spoil anything, but I'd rather take S2!Dae-ho over S3!Dae-ho and I can definitely write more about the former. Anyway, I'm glad you enjoy my writing and I hope this doesn't suck lololol

This place was so bizarre. You didn't speak Korean, or at least not well enough to understand what was really going on. When you came to South Korea to study, you didn't think the living experience would be so expensive and exhausting. Coming here, being put into these uniformly tracksuits and only being talked to by your number gave you an eerie feeling.

If it wasn't already hard understanding what was going on — Because you certainly didn't expect this when the guy in the suit gave you an opportunity to win money — it's definitely going to be hard now: When other people started looking at you funny. Because you're not from there, they recognized it straight away. With your broken Korean, you understood whispers like "Look, a foreigner.." and "What's someone like that doing here?" It made you feel even more left out.

From context clues and certain English words the other players used while talking, you kind of picked up on what this thing is. You play games, if you win you get to go to the next round, if you lose... you're out. And you single handedly got to experience what it meant to 'be out'.

No one told you anything. No pink guards, no other players, no one had the decency to let you in on things. While nervously standing in this big arena, walls painted to look like grass with a baby blue sky and a big doll-like statue standing roughly 20 meters on the other side, you suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder.

You quickly snapped your head back to see a guy with the number 388 printed on his jacket. "It's Red Light, Green Light." He told you, his English sounding better than you had expected. You felt so relieved when finally hearing a familiar language and you expression immediately softened while looking at him. "What?" The man pointed at the statue on the other side. "You know.. the game? You go when it's Green Light, you stop when it's Red Light."

Your eyes followed the direction his finger pointed at and nodded like you understood him. "Thank you." The man smiled at you and patted on your back, saying something back in Korean you could hardly make out.

The language barrier made you miss the whole frenzy monologue the guy with the number 456 had before the game started. When looking around, all you could see is shocked faces, people in distress or the complete opposite: People not taking him seriously. You didn't know what was going on, but as soon as the statue of the girl turned to the tree behind her and a jingle started to play, everyone made a move in her direction. You did too, what else could you do?

Then suddenly— Pang. A gunshot, really loud, echoed through the arena and killed a girl. Frozen in shock, you watched as the other players around her started to freak out and move, getting shot one by one, orchestrating an absolute massacre.

It's a miracle you made it out.

On the way back to the sleeping area, or whatever this was, you felt a familiar tap on your shoulder behind you. "Hey," It's Player 388. "You made it!"

"Yes. Thank you again.. I just. I don't understand, they literally killed these people. I don't understand anything, what is going on here—?" Dae-ho saw the discomfort and fear in your eyes and decided to tell you what Gi-hun had previously yelled at all the participants. The things that went down at the Game were gruesome, but man, he couldn't even imagine trying to survive while not even understanding the language.

"So.. wait, you're telling me that when you get eliminated during one of those Games you get killed? Like they fucking shoot you?" You asked Dae-ho, who had now also introduced himself to you, and he just nodded. "He said that." He pointed in the vague direction of where Gi-hun had retreated once in the sleeping area again. "Dude, no this is so fucked up.. I gotta go! We can't die in here, they can't do this?"

You started to hyperventilate. Die? In this shithole? Oh my god, why did you even say yes to this stupid thing? It should've been suspicious enough that a guy in a suit would play a traditional Korean childhood game and slap you if you lost. But.. you needed the money. Carefully, Dae-ho placed a hand on your shoulder and looked around to see if anyone was listening in on your conversation.

"I will help you." He said with the most calm expression ever. Sure, he was scared himself, scared shitless even. But, seeing a young woman — A foreigner — in such distress.. it reminded him of his sisters. And he always swore up and down that he'd protect them, too.

"They don't," Player 388 pointed around the area, "Speak English well. I will help you, okay? I can tell you things." His Korean accent was quite cute whenever he spoke, which made you calm down a bit more and smile. You, again, expressed your gratitude to him and sniffled a bit. "Is there no way out of this?"

Dae-ho shook his head. Well, he didn't know, but he just assumed there wasn't. He went on to ask you more about yourself in general, why you were here, where you came from. It was nice having a conversation in English after trying to learn and speak Korean for months on end.

"I'm so sorry. Korea made a bad impression on you." You chuckled a bit and shook your head. You knew how to appreciate the country, it's culture and it's people. But this was definitely weird and definitely illegal. Dae-ho was here for you, though. He made you that promise now.

"I will protect you and help you, okay?"

Slowly, you raised your hand and held out your pinky for him to interlink with his. "Pinky promise?" The man looked at your hand and then back up to you with a confused look on his face. "Pinky... promise?" You smiled when you understood that he doesn't quite get what you mean. Or maybe he just hasn't ever heard of the expression before. "Like.. pinky promise, you do this," With your other hand you took his to make the same motion and interlinked your pinkies, "And now you're not allowed to break the promise."

Dae-ho grinned. "Okay, pinky promise."

[thepoliticalvulcan]

I agree with this on the level of harm reduction. It is every voter’s responsibility to be informed and to prudently weigh the consequences of this or that side winning.

On that level when you have absolute ghouls who could come back to power like Pompeo and Huckabee with a nightmare eschatology focused around goading Israel into fulfilling a doomsday prophecy to bring Jesus back, the potential for greater suffering is huge.

And yet this particular form of consequentialism ignores other frameworks and ways of understanding voter behavior and motives. Not to mention it absolves the parties themselves of any responsibility of being in dialogue with their voters.

If the answer to that challenge is that the Democratic Party was in dialogue with its voters and due to the composition of the coalition, what we saw out of the administration, the Biden - Harris campaign, the Harris - Walz campaign, and the convention is their version of threading a needle, okay fine. One I don’t buy it and two even if that was the best they could do to keep the coalition together, I think we need to talk about how blocs function.

Right now the Democratic Party is freaking out over its issues with young men, especially young men without college degrees.

Why is it freaking out? Because they believe that category helped throw the election to Trump via their unwillingness to vote or their willingness to vote for Trump.

Now the party is spending tens of millions to study how to approach young men while many pundits and electeds experiment with changes in affect and policy.

We can debate what it is young men want, whether it’s actually good, and if Democrats trying to pivot to flatter them will be effective or an absolute disaster that alienates more voters than it brings into the tent. But if young men wanted to send a message with their vote (or non-vote) a signal has been received loud and clear and the Democrats are desperately trying to decode that signal and find an actionable message within the noise.

Anti-war motivated voters were not merely ignored, even moderate, patriotic Palestinian American success stories were denied any sort of visible role at the DNC for fear they would do or say something off script.

So by November they had a choice and it was an absolute nightmare of a trolley problem.

Vote Democrat, stay inside the tent, hope to have some small amount of influence but also risk the very real probability that Democratic elites could safely ignore this element of the coalition in perpetuity and threaten them with ostracism and culpability for whatever the prayer warriors inside the JD Vance wing of the GOP wound up doing should they win.

Or don’t.

Vote third party, vote Republican, don’t vote and gamble that the GOP won’t win or that if it did win the notoriously vain Trump would seize upon this influx of new voters, revel in their imagined praise, and temper his love affair with Netanyahu and the “Greater Israel” crowd.

And if it all went to hell anyway then they might be able to tell themselves that they taught Dems their votes cannot be taken for granted if electoral politics survived to 2028. In the long run, MAYBE a chastened Democratic Party would be more amenable to the anti-war crowd, resulting in a grim trade of more lives lost and devastated now for more lives spared in the future.

Such feverish speculation and wishcasting is why I’m increasingly skeptical of trying to project more than a single electoral cycle into the future. Especially since my estimation is that this is the worst of all worlds for “Greater Israel” opponents in the US: not only does the GOP not even remotely care about Muslims, is actively trying to deport the most vocal, and seems content to assist in depopulating Gaza: the Democrats also don’t give a damn because their new love affair is with alienated young men.

But on an emotional level, I get it. The choices were awful, and the so called “good guys” were behaving at peak levels of paternalism and disingenuousness. So why not take a big swing and hope for the best?

I mean, the very predictable reality we are now living in is why, but I also don’t see where anti-war voters had a lot of options besides accept they were being sidelined or demonstrate that they were prepared to use the nuclear option and withhold their votes: the last and final thing any bloc can do in democracy if their inter-election canvassing and persuasion efforts fall short of persuading major stakeholders.

I don’t have it in me to be mad at them for rolling the dice.

I've said it before and I'll say it again.

Palestine is to the alt left as abortion is to the alt right. All other policy is irrelevant as long as you support the important cause.

This is just not how politics should be working. If you want a functioning system, you cannot reduce your entire voting behaviour to a single issue. It's so easy to do, but that's not how the world works and as we have seen time and time again, it causes absolute carnage if the result of a vote becomes determined by a single issue whcih causes people to ignore the actual aims in a party' manifesto

[panpan-37]

You’ve all probably of bingpup with either SY or SJ, but I give….LBH with cat SJ AND cat SY.

Luo Binghe has never had an easy life, but his twenties definitely has to win the award for worst decade of his existence.

His childhood with filled with trials of bullying, poverty, his sick mother, then the shitty foster system. His teenage years was the same, just a lot more bullying and running away from foster homes. He was definitely still poor too. Trying to think back on high school was filled with only memories of working or studying. But it was all for a purpose.

When he was eighteen, he got a partial scholarship to his dream college to get a culinary degree, just like he always dreamed. His savings would pay for most of the tuition after that. Everything had been worth it.

…or so he thought.

Somehow, somewhere, appeared his apparently super rich father who had decided five minutes into discovering Luo Binghe’s existence that he would take over his super successful business appeared. He got pulled out of culinary school and thrown into business school, all paid for courtesy of Tianlang-Jun.

Fucker.

And even worse, Luo Binghe was actually stupidly good at business! Curse him for being so perfect at everything!

But holy shit was he depressed.

After rooming two years with Mobei-Jun, who was equally depressed about his fucked up family situation, his father bought him a penthouse to live in.

Like an actual fucking penthouse.

Luo Binghe is going to kill that man one day, he swears it.

This is a constant thought for him, and he’s once again chanting that same speech as he takes the trash out to the back.

Obviously he has maids for that now, but old habits die hard, and this is one of the minor forms of protest he can think of with this whole situation.

‘I’m gonna…’

“Ow!” Luo Binghe exclaimed, pulling his hand back from the dumpster. Instantly after he opened it he got scratched by whatever animal was using it as a home.

‘Great, now I’m gonna get have to get a tetanus shot on top of everything,’ Luo Binghe thought with disdain. He peered into the dumpster to see what he was working with, and was met with emerald green eyes.

Oh it’s just a cat. It seems God hasn’t completely abandoned him after all.

The cat had probably seen better days, but it was kinda cute.

Now, in a vulnerable headspace and very eager to make an impulsive decision that someone will regret, whether himself or his father, he felt himself reaching for the cat.

The cat freaked, hissing and scratching and burrowing deeper into the dumpster. Luo Binghe kept digging however, his hands finally touching something soft. He grabbed the furball, surprised by how uninjured his hands were so far.

When he brought his hands out of the dumpster, his eyes met a sleeping cat.

But he still heard the hissing from inside…?

Oh! There’s more than one. Even better. He’ll become a crazy cat lady.

Tucking the sleeping cat under his arm he managed to catch the other one who seemed to be trying to get to his peaceful counterpart. He held the fussy cat by the scruff and cradled the other as he grabbed a random recycled box and put them inside. Then he got into his car and drove to the nearest vet.

Two white cats, which you would not have been able to determine before their baths, both with matching jade green eyes. Most likely brothers. One sweet and lovable, one pissy and violent.

Luo Binghe payed to get both of them their shots then took the pair home. It seems like his life is finally about to get more interesting.

Extras from a few years in the future:

The office has two pets. Xiao Jiu and Xiao Yuan. Getting a visit from Xiao Yuan was a delight. A visit from his brother meant your office was getting destroyed and your complaints were going to fall on deaf ears.

Unless you were Shang Qinghua. Then your office was getting destroyed no matter which brother came in. But it seemed only he had this problem, so no one bothered to care.

Surprisingly, Shang Qinghua was on Xiao Yuan’s list of his top three people.

Xiao Yuan’s list!

1. Luo Binghe

2. Shang Qinghua

3. Liu Qingge

How Liu Qingge ended up on this list despite working in a completely different—and enemy—company was anyone’s guess. But the two rival companies did have plenty of meetings where they pretended to work things out.

Xiao Jiu’s list!

1. Yue Qingyuan

2. Any female

3. Food source (Luo Binghe)

Again, how Yue Qingyuan ended up at number one is up for debate, but if the man wasn’t allergic he probably would’ve taken the cat from Luo Binghe by now.

(Fun little Drabble, might expand idk)

[cocoavanille]

Ok so (unexpected) Sterek AU | supernatural is there, but is built into the world a little differently (kind of) from canon material. Stiles is 23 and Derek is 27.

Derek (a werewolf) works with Noah at the police station, they are on good terms, share doughnuts and lunches (that's what happens when the rest of your colleagues are... dense at best, mostly just lazy and irresponsible). Derek is aware Noah has a kid that studies in a neighboring bigger city, but has never met him, as far as he's convinced.

Then, on a monday morning, Noah looks especially anxious and when Derek asks him what's up he says "they sent us a new investigator as we asked".

– More hands and heads – less workload, why are you so tense?

– It's my son. And you haven't met my son, he's a... Character.

– If he inherited your brainpower, I'd say we're good. Honestly would rather take a talented douchebag than a kind idiot at our current circumstances.

– He's decent at the job, but speaks too much and seems half-obsessed most of the time, be prepared for unending sarcasm and stubbornness.

Derek feels somewhat intrigued, intuition calm. Nothing actually bad is going to happen.

And then he's introduced to Stiles Stilinsky the next day. A mage – or a witch, matter of terminology – in a familiar style of clothing. And the face he's definitely seen before, two years ago during Christmas holiday.

He was tracking down a killer on the run – so much for the victim's family dinner – and almost freaked out when traces led him to the charmed border near the northern forest. Stepping over would be like inviting the fairies and others to have their eyes on his pack, not nearly the best decision, bit he needed to make sure the guy doesn't escape. While he was thinking of a way to be smart about the situation, steps appeared behind him. Under his gaze a young man froze in place, meeting his eyes and slowly lifting his hands.

– Hi. You can't go there for some reason, officer?

Something told Derek the guy already figured out his nature.

– Kind of. What are you doing here?

– Walking off some frustration. I'm going in anyway, if you need something maybe I can cover it for you?

Derek smirked, hands crossed.

– Do you even know what type of forest this is?

– The Nightmare Fairy's and Luckstrong coven one.

The guy passed him an took a deep breath, slowly touching the border. Bowed, whispered something and the magic let him in. He got an invitation! So a local, for sure, how come he hasn't seen him before?

– Officer, can I help you somehow?

Derek usually isn't like this, but something pushed him to describe the criminal to the guy and give his phone number. He took mental notes, nodded and quickly rushed forward, probably sensing the urgency in his tone. Derek didn't expect to hear from him, but twelve minutes later a message came: "black SUV plate... driving towards the west road". He caught the criminal in the end, two hours later. Colleagues on the shift were appalled by him actually working three hours before Christmas.

He met the mysterious helper in a 24/7 caffe the next morning, almost dancing, rubbing hands while he waited for the drink. What an idiot, Derek thought, but thanked him. Now he could clearly feel a gentle whiff of magic stirring around and inside the person. Pleasant, untainted by blood sacrifices or necromancy, but powerful no less. The bracelets and the pendant hid the potential well from anyone, it's just Derek has experience and can notice those things.

– Did you just stumble upon a car? Hard to believe.

– Oh, no way, that would be a real Christmas miracle. Asked for help, don't worry, officer, I haven't mentioned you to the local fairies. Don't know what's the deal, but if you're on their blacklist better safe than sorry... thank you! I need to go, my dad is waiting. Take care!

– Wait, what's your name?

– Unimportant and irrelevant to the case!

The guy ran out through the door and Derek's only thought was: gorgeous upclose. Not the face, the energy.

When he told Peter about the encounter he seemed puzzled, then asked "would be weird if it was the same mage, wouldn't it"? Refering to a teenager who saved Peter's life once years ago. He also remained nameless.

Now Derek knew why. Stiles Stilinsky, a son of their Sheriff, was not only an investigator, but a mage. You would think in a society where werewolfs, vampires, half-bloods and whatnot legally had the same rights as humans, witches would be protected and even loved by the logic of a friendly neighbour who can make you a lucky charm. But the reality was vastly different – somehow druids, witches, mages and psycics were a subject of constant discrimination. Peter thinks it's because "they look like them, but have something they don't". Most people are prejudiced and wouldn't like working with a mage, because somehow they're dangerous. Like a fucking vampire clan being at the top of their government isn't! Ridiculous, if someone would ask Derek.

– Stiles, this is Derek Hale, the best help I have here.

– Oh, so that's your local hero? Heard only good things. Nice to meet you.

Derek meets Stiles's eyes that tell him to play into the first meeting scenario. He obliges.

– Don't know about nice yet, but judging from your file you'll do.

A firm handshake fills his chest with sudden unexplained warmth – like gentle wind taking half of his burdens off. Only when Stiles retrieves his hand does it hit him – magic, a harmonizing spell.

– Derek, you mind briefing him of the latest mess? I have to deal with the press.

– Sure.

It's late evening when Derek stops the car near takeout place, still a little overwhelmed by the talk with the victim's family. He always feels stiff in those type of situations, yet Stiles handled everything well – with kindness and compassion, but lured out the information they needed. The ex-boyfriend is sure as hell a suspect.

Stiles looks up from his phone, a little surprised. Derek nods towards the restaurant.

– Chicken, meat, what would you like? You haven't even drank anything aside from water for eight hours.

Stiles frowns and he suddenly gets why he's been a little anxious around him for the whole day.

– I'm not going to tell your dad you've helped me that time, if that's what you're worried about. But he definitely read your expression and knows that wasn't our first meeting.

– It's not the help itself– Nevermind. Thanks. I'll buy us dinner for that, what do you want?

The forest, right. No parent would like their child to hang around fairies, even in a case of a smart witch. And as of right now – truly a powerful one, no amulets in sight and he can only sense his raw power if he concentrates. Stiles is no amateur and no idiot, just intense, but that's not off-putting. Neither does he find him annoying as Noah supposed.

– We're doing chicken noodles and something warm, you're freezing.

Stiles stiffens, ready to switch into verbal defence, but Derek adds:

– There's no way you're paying, little witch.

His low, almost soft tone makes Stiles instantly relax and scoff.

– I'm not little!

– Compared to me? You're tiny. Wait here.

He turns on the heater and leaves Stiles with his aux cord in the car, irritated but safe from the cooling wind.

When he comes back one of his favourite songs plays. Derek checkes who's phone the wire is connected too, but it's Stiles's. Deftones are not so popular, a pleasant surprise.

– Here, thought a lot of caffeine is not recommended, so you're getting cocoa.

– Thanks. I do drink coffe, by the way, but this is nice... Damn! These noodles are to die for.

– Wait till you try pasties down the road sometime, I'd go to jail for them.

Stiles smiles at him for the first time and Derek realises in that moment that he's completely, desperately, fatally fucked.

•

– I'm so fucked.

He almost growls when Perter pushes him to open up two months later.

– Looks like you wish you were, but what do I know. On a serious note, does it has something to do with Stiles?

Everything, Derek thinks to himself, unable to contain a nervous smirk, has to do with Stiles nowadays. Especially how that bastard confidently let him sniff his bare skin near neck without even flinching. Derek thought he wouldn't get it, but Stiles waited until the end of their shift and dropped a:

– You're not the first furry problem I had in my life, you know. If my perfume bothers you, just say so, I know some scents can be overstimulating.

And Derek didn't have the nerve to say the truth – that it's Stiles's scent that bothers him; a slight reminder of the sandalwood he definitely uses for cleansing, and his skin – like cold milk, musk and floral, subtly sweet honey. Irresistible.

– Your eyes say it all. If the pull is this strong, there's a big chance he's your potential mate. Mages usually feel the compatibility on an energetic level, if you were repulsive to him in that way he wouldn't be around you more than the job demands. I say you have a chance. Use it, don't just lay on the couch like a lost puppy.

– Fuck off.

– No problem, you keep dreaming of being fucked tho, so effective.

Derek throws a pillow at him and pauses before reaching for the next one. The message reads:

Free for dinner on your day off? My treat.

The phone beeps again.

It's a date.

Derek bites his lip to hide the smile. Little witch is for sure getting bolder by the day.

Right under you father's nose? Naughty.

Stiles doesn't reply, but he can clearly picture him cursing at the screen and thinking of a smart response.

Insted, an hour later, he receives a photo. Nothing too vulgar, just collarbones and the long, fully exposed neck with a collar on it. Oh this scroundel is getting spanked for sure.

[serqphites]

Vamp vicky neuman fic... I beg...

I GOT YOUUUU!!! the vamp brain rot needs to be studied like i literally cannot get it out of my head. first vicky req in what feels like years<3 in this i just got rid of her powers bc i just wanna focus on the vampire part:) also in my mind they live in somewhere like forks in this! sorry i'm a twilight girly at heart 🤷🏽‍♀️

18+, mdni, vic goes down on r while they are on their period, cannibalism mentions, murder mentions, blood mentions obviously, lmk if i missed anything!

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⋆.˚ okay now we’ve all heard of cocky vampire vic, but what about ashamed vamp vic? the woman who lays awake at night, watching you closely as you sleep. she is finally relaxed, chest unmoving as she no longer has to focus on 'breathing'. her gaze is fixated on your peaceful expression, while in her mind she contemplates your future together, almost arguing back and forth with herself. it's something she wants more than anything, more than she wants her humanity to belong to her for even a second longer, but is it even a possibility? is she even allowed to dream for a moment of spending the rest of her your life with you? could she go through with that, watching you grow old and eventually pass on, all while she doesn't look a day older than when you met?

⋆.˚ the time you found out is something she will never forget. how could she have been so stupid, so careless?

midnight cravings when she hasn't hunted in weeks are always disastrous for her, the thought of sinking her fangs into an unsuspecting deer keeping her mind more distracted than she'd ever like to admit. she remembers turning over to check her alarm clock, the neon red beams bouncing off of the walls surrounding her. 2:34am. she could be gone and back in half an hour, and you wouldn't know a thing, right? she couldn't have been more wrong if she tried, and the moment she realised this was when she snook back through the front door to your shared home, only to come face to face with you stood at the foot of the stairs, the blinding light of the torch from your phone causing her to flinch, "jesus baby, you tryin' to blind me?" she chuckles nervously, looking up once you've lowered your phone. your face says it all, mouth slightly ajar, eyes wide, face pale. it's in that moment that she remembers she is covered in blood, trickles of it still pouring from her mouth, staining the pajama shirt you'd bought her a few birthdays ago. it takes a lot of convincing for you to stop freaking out and just sit down with her so she can explain herself, and so she makes you promise to her you won't do anything until she's cleaned up and changed her shirt. your mind is on autopilot at this point, and you're not even sure what exactly you've just promised you won't do as victoria scurries off upstairs. thoughts race through your mind a million miles a second: is my girlfriend a murderer? is she a psychopath? is she a fucking cannibal!? after what feels like hours (realistically it was under 7 minutes) victoria makes me way, slowly, into the living room where she left you. she takes a hesitant seat beside you, eyes glued to your oak coffee table, "thank you... for staying." "why were you covered in blood, vic? why? are- are you some kind of murderer or something!?" you jump straight to the point, tone harsh and confused, partly scared. "no baby no!," victoria turns to you with furrowed brows, reaching out to take your hands into her own. you let her. "it's something i should have told you way too long ago, i was just, hell i don't know. i was scared." "vicky, i'm scared. you have to tell me what it is, please." you're begging at this point, pleading with her to just open up and quiet the theories circling your mind. surely there's some reasonable explanation to this whole ordeal. "i'm... i'm a vampire." (and now i'm cutting it short here because at this rate it'll end up just being a one-shot LMAO)

⋆.˚ as you get more and more used to the fact your girlfriend is a vampire, you can't help the drizzle of intrigue that comes along with it. you have so many questions to ask! i can picture it perfectly, being out on a walk through the woods with her, your lukewarm hand tensing in the grasp of her ice cold one.

"wait- how have you eaten breakfast and dinner with me everyday if you're a-" "i'm not just limited to blood, you know? just because i don't need food, doesn't mean i can't have food." she cuts you off, perfectly stopping you before you can blurt out exactly what she is. nodding, your eyes scan your surroundings, and you catch a glimpse of a squirrel climbing it's way up a tree. "hey! can you eat those?" you turn to her before whipping back to face the direction you spotted the squirrel in, arm extending to point over at it. "i could, but i wouldn't." "why's that?" "not good enough, they hold barely enough blood to keep me full for an hour, they're a light snack at best." she looks to you with a gentle smile, honestly enjoying how your interest has peaked in her... lifestyle.

⋆.˚ now it's time for the nsfw part... and shoot me but i cannot stop thinking about vamp!vicky eating you out on your period. also going with a sinners vibe, imagine the glowing eyes in the dark... anyone else soaked ahahaha what

imagine your hands in her hair, her face buried so deep in your blood soaked pussy you're surprised she can even breathe. well, until you remember she doesn't actually need to breathe (easily the best part about her vampirism, she never needs to come up for air). you roll your hips into her face as her tongue works wonders on your swollen clit, your head rolling back with a spew of curses following. "fuck babe- right there- yeah right there- so fucking good!" the words leave your mouth without you even trying to speak, and from the finger vicky adds to your tight as anything vagina, she clearly fucking liked it. you manage to lift your head long enough to look down at her, her arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping them in an unnaturally firm hold. glowing eyes meet your own in the darkness of your bedroom, and for just a moment she pulls away to smirk up at you, a mixture of blood and slick coating her lips and all the way down to her chin. the sight alone makes you feel like climaxing.

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[lancermylove]

Can I request a scenario with gn!mc being a contortionist or just really flexible and seeing how the brothers react? I just think it would be super funny seeing the bros watching their human bend like a literal pretzel and probably freaking out because humans normally should not bend able to bend like that. (Also love your work)

Pairing: None.

Warning: None.

A/N: Thank you! 💖

Word Count: 615

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The House of Lamentation was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon until Lucifer’s voice echoed through the halls.

“Y/n, are you sure you’re… supposed to bend like that?”

The brothers had gathered in the common room, initially to relax, but the conversation shifted when you casually mentioned that you used to practice contortion as a hobby. The brothers absolutely had to see a demonstration.

Now, you were balancing on your hands, one leg gracefully arched over your head while the other extended forward. You shifted smoothly into a backbend, spine arching in an impossible crescent as if you were made of rubber, not bone.

Lucifer stood with his arms crossed, brows furrowed. “I’m fairly certain that human spines are not meant to do that.”

His voice was calm, but a flicker of concern was visible in his eyes. Meanwhile, Mammon had his mouth open, eyes wide. “WH-WHAT THE HELL, Y/N? YA LOOK LIKE YA JUST GOT POSSESSED OR SOMETHIN’. Humans can’t do that! Can they?”

Levi clutched his Ruri-chan pillow tightly, his face flushed. “T-this is like that one rare episode of…! The main character’s secret move was extreme flexibility, but even that wasn’t this crazy! Y/n, are you part snake? Or an octopus? No, no, I take that back, it’s kind of… amazing.”

Asmo squealed, clasping his hands together with stars in his eyes. His mind was already racing through glamorous outfit ideas to pair with your unique ability. “Oh my goodness, y/n, you’re divine! So graceful! So flexible! The things we could do in photoshoots… oh, imagine the aesthetic possibilities!”

Beel was holding a plate stacked with sandwiches and paused mid-bite. “Are you sure you’re not hurting yourself? That doesn’t look safe.”

Belphie blinked slowly from his spot on the couch, head resting on a pillow. He yawned. “Huh… weird. But kinda cool, I guess. You’re like one of those bendy toys. I didn’t think humans were built like that… must be exhausting though.”

Satan, who had been observing intently with his usual scholarly interest, tilted his head. He was impressed. “Fascinating. The human spine has thirty-three vertebrae, yet you’re moving as if you have none. Your muscle control and flexibility exceed the standard biological limits by a shocking margin. Did you train for years to achieve this? Or are you naturally gifted?”

You chuckled as you slowly twisted into a pretzel-like knot. “A little of both. Lots of training, but I’ve always been pretty flexible.”

Mammon continued pacing back and forth. “I-I mean, that’s great and all, but what if ya snap somethin’? What if ya break your spine, and I’m stuck explainin’ to Lucifer why his precious human is in a full body cast?”

“You make it sound like I’m made of glass,” you laughed, now flipping over into a handstand with effortless grace.

Asmo clapped again. “Sweetie, you might just inspire me to take up yoga! But I doubt I’d ever be able to bend like that.”

Satan scribbled notes in a little leather notebook, muttering to himself, “Perhaps I should study more about contortionist techniques. This could make an excellent research topic.”

Levi was still flustered. “You… you’re kinda like a real-life anime character.”

Lucifer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just promise me you won’t practice these… stunts… unsupervised in the middle of the hallway, where Mammon is likely to have a heart attack and drag me into unnecessary panic.”

You grinned while lowering yourself into a full middle split. “Deal.”

Belphie yawned again. “Wake me up if they start spinning their head like in those horror movies.”

The brothers simultaneously glared at him while you burst into laughter, still folded in half like it was nothing.

[aspoonofsugar]

Mammon's Design

Here comes an analysis of Mammon's design! Like I did for Vaggie, Adam and Bee, I am going to combine some other metas to explore our King of Greed's looks and what they have to say. Note: for this meta it was very useful (and fun) to look up both the wiki and tv tropes. So, check them out!

SINFUL DESIGNS

All the Sins' designs use a specific set of visual inspirations. They are:

Mythological motif - each Sin is designed based on Binsfeld's classification of demons and other traditions and texts, like the Dictionnaire Infernal. So the starting point is an already existing demon.

Circus motif - each Sin represents a Circus Act because together they make Lucifer's Circus Troupe. In other words, the Sins tie into the metaphor of Hell as a giant circus, both in the sense it is The Greatest Show and in the sense it is full of circus freaks.

Animal motif - like many characters, the Sins have one or more animal motifs, which comment on who they are.

Elemental motif - these seven demons are associated to specific elements, which tell us something about their respective sins.

Additional motifs - some of the Seven Princes of Hell have additional motifs, which metaphorically add to the exploration of their sins.

Well, Mammon is no exception, as he makes use of all these visual symbols!

LUCIFUGE AND MAMMON

Mammon's character is (probably!) a combination between two demons (mythological inspiration):

Lucifuge Rofocale: this demon is associated with wealth and has three horns that look like a jester hat. Our Mammon shares both of these traits.

Mammon: this demon gives our King of Greed his name, which means money/wealth. He is sometimes depicted as a poor man who embraces bags of money.

What's interesting is that this double inspiration can be used to explore two different sides of Helluva Mammon:

His thematic role in the Hellaverse, which is tied to Lucifer

His character and the way he embodies "greed"

LUCIFUGE: A CLOWN WHO WANTS TO BE RINGLEADER

Lucifuge's name means "the one who runs away from the light". This makes him the opposite of Lucifer, aka "the light bringer". In short, Lucifuge is meant to be the shadow to Lucifer's light.

This symbolism works for our Lucifer and Mammon as well.

Lucifer is linked to light as the brightest star:

And Mammon is Lucifer's shadow archetype:

According to Jung, the shadow archetype represents the dark, unconscious and repressed parts of a personality. So, it is everything a person does not want to face about themselves.

Mammon fits this role for Lucifer, as he embodies Lucifer's failure to take responsibility for the Kingdom he accidentally created. As a matter of fact the King of Hell has given up on his duties because of depression and the King of Greed has stepped in to fill the power vacuum. This is true especially for the entertainment world, as the episode Loo Loo Land shows:

Octavia: Is it true this park is just a really shameless spin-off of Lucifer's far more popular Lu Lu World?

Mammon's theme park is a cheap copy of Lucifer's Lu Lu World. In fact, it is so lazy that Mammon has not even changed Lucifer's symbols like the apple or the Sin of Pride's head:

And yet, it works as many Hellborn demons of different classes, like Stolas and Millie, are fond of it. So, as Lucifer has been decaying alone in his study-room, Mammon has grown more powerful, spreading his toxic influence throughout Hell:

Announcer: The sin you all looove most - Mammon, King of Greeeed!

This process is well symbolized by Lucifer and Mammon's circus motifs. These two Sins are the only ones wearing circus clothes in their everyday life. Ozzie, Bee, Satan, Levy and Belle all played a role in Lucifer's Troupe and reference this experience. However, these details are subtle and easy to miss. Lucifer and Mammon instead openly allude to their circus personas to the point they are obvious.

On the one hand Lucifer is the Circus Ringmaster and he is supposed to rule Hell aka "the greatest circus in the world" with the help of his troupe: "The Seven Deadly Sins".

On the other hand Mammon is the clown in Lucifer's circus, as his jester hat and clothes make obvious:

Announcer: Alright, folks! Give it up for the king of all things greeeen! Hell's number one clown! The money-maker himself!

In his case, this role takes on a derogative connotation. He is a "clown" as in laughable, stupid, not to be taken seriously. This seems to be a common feeling among the Sins, at least:

Asmodeus: Mammon can eat my ass - in a bad way. Fizz, I've known that guy since the start of Hell, and He. Fucking. Sucks. Always has!

Beelzebub: You're just pissy nobody wants to fuck with a flaming pile of clown shit.

And yet, right now neither Lucifer nor Mammon are playing their respective roles. In a sense, they have almost exchanged "masks".

Lucifer is consumed by depression and has disappeared from Hell's political scene:

He could be easily described as a "sad clown":

Adam: You're just some fucking clown or something!

Mammon (together with Satan) has instead become more important for Hell's economy and politics. As a result, he is not a clown anymore:

Asmodeus: Mammon doesn't even do clown shit anymore.

Rather he is the Ringleader of his own circus:

Mammon: Right. I got tons of really fuckin' cool shit for you 'ere tonight. But, first, how many of you worthless bitches wanna be big clowns like me someday? Well, I'm happy to announce that I will be starting up a new, yearly clown pageant! You know- Like one 'a them fucked up beauty contests, but for clowns, so it's better! Just for all you aspiring, clown kids out there! A new chance to work with me, Mammon! And be the new face of my clown-ish brand! I can't wait to see all the new talent I can exploi- u-um, fuck. Wait, I mean enjoy uh, watching me grow my empire!

This social climb is highlighted by Mammon's current design in two ways.

He has a nouveau riche attitude and aesthetic, as he flaunts his money and power. For example, he sports several golden accessories, has diamonds on his clothes and surrounds himself of toys and adoring bots:

He tries to look more like Lucifer, so that he can step into the role of Ringmaster. For example, he has a cane, which looks similar to Lucifer's one, but with the symbol of the "dollar" instead than the apple:

These details become more obvious if one thinks about the King of Greed's old looks:

In the past he used to look like a silver coin, while now he has gold as part of his color scheme and is decorated with diamonds. In the past he used to have a guitar, as he was a performer. Right now, he does not perform anymore and has exchanged the guitar with a scepter (his cane). From zero to hero. From laughable clown to successful ringleader.

THE OOGIE BOOGIE MAN

The King of Greed grows stronger and stronger by using the King of Hell's depression to his advantage. Doesn't he remind you of anyone?

Oogie Boogie from The Nightmare Before Christmas does something similar when it comes to his relationship with Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King. Let's compare the two situations.

On the one hand Jack Skellington goes through an existential crisis, which leads him to try and become Santa Klaus. So, he forces Halloween Town to change, ignoring everyone's doubts. As Jack is distracted by his Christmas obsession, Oogie Boogie seizes the opportunity to hurt both the true Santa Klaus and Sally aka the two characters embodying Jack's dreams.

On the other hand Lucifer is broken by depression and gives up Hell's future to the other Sins. He shuts himself in his study-room, where he spends his time building rubber ducks. As he loses himself in his regrets, Mammon takes the chance to steal from Lucifer and to become Hell's new number 1 entertainer.

In other words, Oogie Boogie and Mammon serve similar roles in their respective stories. Both use their Kings' mental struggles to become more dangerous. So, their power is the result of Jack and Lucifer's inner darkness. Maybe this is why the two characters' designs resemble each other:

They have similar body shapes and Oogie Boogie even looks green when he sings his signature song. However, what's most interesting is that Mammon takes over two visual motifs from his "The Nightmare Before Christmas" inspiration:

A holiday motif

An insect motif (animal motif)

1- Mammon's holiday motif ties him to the two festivities at the heart of "The Nightmare Before Christmas": Christmas and Halloween.

On the one hand he resembles a Christmas Tree (a new kind of money tree? :P), as it has been made obvious many many many times:

Mammon's first sneak peak has been posted on Christmas's Eve. His silhouette resembles a Christmas Tree to embellish.

Official merch has Mammon as a Christmas Tree the other characters have fun decorating.

Sinsmas has a "Sinsmas Tree" with Mammon's jester on top, so that the whole tree resembles the Sin of Greed.

On the other hand he has also some loose Halloween imagery:

Mammon's Theatre is full of spiderwebs, which tie with his animal motif, but they also give the whole building a spooky feeling.

Mammon's formal attire has a skeleton pattern. In a sense, it is as if The Sin of Greed went to an important work meeting wearing a Halloween costume :P.

The meaning behind this visual motif is pretty on the nose. Christmas and Halloween are holidays connected to important spiritual ideas:

Christmas celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ and is linked to hope, love and life

Halloween is about celebrating the dead, so it is linked to fear, the supernatural and death

However, capitalism has taken them over and has turned them into an excuse to sell more gadgets, costumes and food. It has emptied them of any meaning and commercialized them. That's what the Sin of Greed does best.

2- Mammon has an "insect" motif, just like Oogie Boogie.

Oogie Boogie is basically a dirty bag full of insects and other animals (like spiders and snakes). The basic idea is that behind his scary appearance he is really nothing, just an insect.

Well, Mammon's insect/animal motif is similar, but more layered.

On the one hand, he can be associated to arachnids like ticks and spiders. The spider-motif is especially obvious, given:

Mammon's association with webs

His 8 eyes, while in full demon form

Thematically Mammon is a predator, who baits his victims and traps them in his web of connections (spider) only to suck them dry (tick) once they work for him.

On the other hand Mammon's most important insect-motif is that of the centipede, which is highlighted by his full demonic form:

A CHEAP CENTIPEDE

Mammon's full demonic form looks like a mix between a jack-in-the-box and a spider, kinda like an It-like creature. And yet, he is far less dangerous, as he is actually a centipede:

Centipedes are venomous insects with a segmented body and they usually have two limbs per segments. This is similar to Mammon, who has three segments and six limbs in his default form. When he transforms into his full demon form, he gains multiple legs and segments. This final form works as a metaphor of Greed on two levels.

1- Mammon transforms into his final form by getting through a chrysalis-like phase from which he re-emerges as a giant centipede. This choice is interesting because a chrysalis is associated with metamorphosis. It is about entering it one way and re-emerging from it as a new self. Usually with wings, like a butterfly or a moth. Well, Mammon enters it as an insect and emerges from it as a longer insect. There is no true rebirth, no wings, no beautiful butterfly. Mammon is unable to truly change. Forget about creating anything new, the Sin of Greed can't even re-invent himself.

2- Mammon's demon form is that of a centipede. Why is that so? My friend @hamliet made a pun out of it, which I decided to embrace because it fits :P Mammon is a cent-ipede, in the sense he is made of cents. Maybe 100 cents, like the centipede's feet. And 100 cents= 1 dollar, which is the main idea behind the Sin of Greed's design.

MAMMON - ONE DOLLAR

Mammon is modeled after the dollar.

His old design resembles a silver dollar coin:

His current design resembles a paper dollar:

Or even a tarnished coin, as the consumed metal can easily turn green. Whatever the case, the point is that despite becoming richer and richer, Mammon's "value" stays the same. After all this time, he is still worth one dollar. One could even argue he has grown cheaper, going from a precious metal (silver) to a piece of paper (banknote).

This fits the Demon Mammon, who appears poor despite accumulating money:

In some traditions, Mammon is a man, who sits on a treasure, but still appears covered in rags. He is spiritually poor, despite being physically rich. Similarly, Helluva Mammon is a demon, who owns half of Hell, but is still worth one dollar. He is cheap. Just like capitalism. He is a fake, not the original. He imitates art, but is not an artist. He is a discounted Devil, but not the Devil himself. In fact, the difference between Mammon and Lucifer is conveyed by their elemental motifs.

On the one hand Lucifer's elemental motif is light, so pure energy. On the other hand Mammon's is electricity, as there are flashes of lightening when he teleports or gets angry. Not only that, but when Mammon uses his lightening to move around, there is a cash-in sound. That's because Mammon has commercialized even energy (light) and turned it into something you pay (electricity). Similarly, he has taken Lucifer's art and has mass produced and commercialized it.

Other than this, Mammon's cheapness is highlighted by many clever ideas:

His explosions, which are accompanied by confettis resemble the cheap tricks of a magician, kind of like discount magic.

He is the only Sin, who does not sing his own song, but steals others'. Loo Loo Land is sung by RoboFizz and it is a knock-of "Inside of Every Demon Is A Rainbow". All the songs in "Mammon's Magnificent Musical" are Mammon's because he "owns" the episode, even if he does not sing.

He is accompanied by a royalty free children cheer :P Basically, even Mammon's sound design is cheap.

Finally, Mammon's musical theme is a metal variation of Carmen's Habanera. This can be read in two ways. Firstly, it is once again not an original song, but the rework of an incredibly famous melody. Secondly, the Habanera is about "love being a rebellious bird", so its theme is love. Well, Mammon is a Sin who takes love and corrupts it.

A SIN WITHOUT LOVE

Love is the strongest redeeming force in the Hellaverse:

Yeah, you just might rise above Long as you're out for love

To the point that it can redeem even the Deadly Sins. Ozzie, Bee and Lucifer all show their best qualities out of love. What about Mammon? He is the exception, as he exhibits no genuine love, but rather a cheap imitation:

Mammon: The winner will get to be like the son I never had, and I'll be like the stepdad that will love you when it's convenient!

His love is as fake as his goods. In this context, Mammon's asexuality is interesting:

Wait, am I implying Mammon is asexual because he can't feel love? Of course not! Still, this choice is interesting on two levels.

On the one hand it is part of Mammon's foiling with Lucifer, who is pan:

On the other hand Mammon superficially presents himself as rather sexual. He surrounds himself with porn bots, makes several sex jokes and openly flirts with Levy in a way that can be easily read as sexual:

Mammon: Hey, Levy! After we celebrate this imps' death, let's go out, huh? Out on the town, what do you reckon?

Now, obviously asexual people are 100% free of making sex jokes and can be asexual without being aromantic, which could be Mammon's case. Still, it is interesting Mammon's flirting with Levy happens the same episode where Andrealphus says this:

Andrealphus: Speaking on behalf of my aggressively attractive sister: I must testify that this himself on her husband.

Andrealphus is gay, so his remarks about Stella's attractiveness are his (bad) attempt to appear more "straight" and heteronormative. Well, maybe Mammon's focus on sex despite his asexuality comes from the same place. After all, Bee is quick to insult Mammon by using his poor love life as a joke:

Beelzebub: You're just pissy nobody wants to fuck with a flaming pile of clown shit.

I wonder if Mammon might be hiding and repressing his sexuality in an attempt to appear "cooler". Once again, he might be trying to be more like Lucifer, who is famous for his love life. In general, I like this interpretation because it ties well with the Sin of Greed. After all, sex sells:

Mammon: You might be a lunchbox, an action figure, Saturday morning cartoon. Hell, I might even make a sex robot of ya! I don't know! I mean, if we'll make money, sure.

Mammon might not truly understand why that is since he is not interested. Still, if it sells, then the Sin of Greed must have a say in it :P In short, Mammon is so defined by his sin, that he would sell his own self out. He is asexual, but he would repress this part of himself if it makes him richer and more popular. This idea could inform us of his relationship with two other Sins.

On the one hand it makes Mammon and Asmodeus incompatible. After all Lust is about affirming one's own sexuality:

Asmodeus: You wanna hang around this lustful town? Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around Here we sing about wants and desires

That includes asexuality. If Mammon is twisting who he is, then he stands in opposition to everything Ozzie represents.

On the other hand it might make Mammon and Levy similar. The Sin of Envy is born from a lack of self-love. It is about disliking yourself and projecting this self-hate on others. Well, this surely fits Mammon, who has been trying to be more and more probably out of a sense of emptiness. After all, the Sin of Greed is a green-eyed monster and tries to appear taller than he is:

In his old design he wears green shades and shoes with very high wedge heels.

In his current design, Mammon still wears heels and has green eyes with no pupils.

So, he is partly motivated by envy. Maybe that is why Mammon's secondary element is water aka Leviathan's element. He is loosely associated with sharks (loan sharks) and his Ring has an ocean in it. It is a way to link Mammon and Leviathan together and to highlight their possible bond.

MAMMON'S THEATRE VS THE HAZBIN HOTEL

Let's make a final design comparison. Let's juxtapose Mammon's Theatre with the Hazbin Hotel:

What interests me is that both locations have some ship wreckage incorporated in them:

Mammon's theatre is made out of a ship-wreck which looks like a shark

The Habzin Hotel has a ship wreck on its side, which is replicated even in its rebuilt version

This detail is interesting because I have always associated the ship wreck in Hazbin Hotel to... well... a ship :P. After all, the place is linked to Vaggie, who climbs it as she sings to Charlie. Still, Chaggie is not a wrecked bond, so what does this spooky ship refer to? Maybe it loosely alludes to Lucifer and Lilith's relationship. It becomes one of the many symbols of Lucifer's past, which the Hazbin Hotel stands for. After all, it is a building built by Lucifer himself and which is full of his own symbols. The ship might very well be the wreckage of his wedding.

So, the King of Hell's dreams and bonds all broke down and two people have been trying to build something from the wreckage.

On the one hand Mammon has built his theatre, which is symbolic of his business empire. It is an imitation of Lucifer's circus and has no real substance. Still, it is very popular among demons.

On the other hand Charlie has built her Hazbin Hotel, which wants to be a place of rebirth. It is started with a great and original idea in mind. Still, it is looked down by demons.

On a broader level Mammon and Charlie are two people who are trying to step into Lucifer's role, but they are opposites:

Mammon has no original idea and his creations are empty. However, he is a genius at marketing, so he gains popularity and is able to make people more and more passionate about his cheap products. The proof is the love for clowns in Hell. Mammon has been marketing himself (a clown) as the best thing ever. The result? A world where it is cool to be a clown aka dumb, laughable and mean.

Charlie has deep ideals and an original approach, but she lacks the ability to properly pitch and marketing them (please, just defeat Velvette and hire her as a social media manager, girl; you need help :P). As a result, she fails to properly convey her feelings to the Sinners, at least at first.

In conclusion, Mammon is one of the most important Sins in the Hellaverse, as he represents a part of Lucifer and a part of the Devil's legacy, which must be overcome. At the same time, he is a memorable character, who deep down wants to matter, but goes at it in all the worst ways possible.

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

Brain: I’m so so scared of neuroanatomy I don’t wanna be real rn

Me: well you have to remember these diagrams for the test. suck it up buttercup.

Brain: :( but if I don’t learn these right then we go to hell forever immediately

Me: no we won’t. and it will be easier not to fail if you Pay Some Attention. To The Diagrams.

Brain: but I’m scaaaaaaaaared

Me: so am I! do the fucking homework!

[neonhellscape]

new rt everyone shes a freak whos pretty sure shes been been given the role of rogue trader as an act of divine intervention to eventually replace the godemperor and bring new glory to the imperium which she thinks is dull and stagnant. dont worry about why she keeps marazhai caged in her trophy room like he's bait its not important and completely irrelevant to the fact ive joke nicknamed her simon thresh. has anyone noticed a lot of slaaneshi demons during warp jumps lately

[sunnydayaoe]

ARUUUUGHHHH RRRR ARUUUUU OUUUUU OUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUU *starts howling and screaming*

[hypmicdaydreams]

is anyone still in the mood for a hypmic imagines blog these days lol

[hamcheesesammich]

don't you just love it when you scroll through tumblr reblogging heaps of posts with the most useless additions ever because you're procrastinating doing a science project that's due in a week and studying for all the tests you have in the next three weeks

[bridgertonphd]

it's day two and one of my classes is already giving me anxiety attacks BUT there's so many people in my class that are in the same major as me so hopefully it'll be fine??

[moinsbienquekaworu]

Devastating news: my brother is a normal person. It doesn't run in the family, I'm just a weird freak for no reason

[sysig]

Why am I so both of them (Patreon)

Upon first watch, I immediately started by relating to Angel, in no small part because of their intro

Doodle on yellow sheet from 2019 came to mind, as well as bunnies being a motif, angels generally, being a fan of wearing stripes of course, hoodies - all on an ADHD enby artist whose favourite colour is bluple lol, no wonder I love them!

I also relate to Lee tho! Wait that sounds bad lol - more specifically in the dark clothes, body type, being a gifted kid, taking some things very seriously - even jokes by accident; so many of his little details, I kept being like “Oh, me” about. They’re both so well-written ♥ The realism evoked, their easy back and forths - the writing is very strong in my opinion :D

[quitedisastrous]

i wish i could just do nothing for a few days straight. maybe even just sleep for a few days straight. sooo excited for constant misery over the next 20 days

ranting in the tags. i would just scroll past if i were you