#and while at first it was frustrating cuz i had to learn how to do things i'd always been able to do before

[lexosaurus]

I know that was a shitpost for the latest Danny Phantom fandom meme, but I'm genuinely impressed and how authentic it sounds. How much of Dash's monologue is real advice, and how do you know all of that? Do you work out?

Yes I'm so sorry to inform my good people of Tumblr that I've secretly been a part of the gym fandom for all this time. I've only recently come out as a gymbro in this phandom via my creation of the current dp gym bro au meme that I've forced upon everyone in this good holy christian space. I mix whey protein into my overnight oats, I track my macros, and I have a closet full of Gym Girlie Outfits™️.

And just know it's a badge of honor that I carry to be able to say I've converted multiple members of the Danny Phantom phandom into regular gym goers as well 💪

[i-yap]

MY FAVORITE IS DICK GRAYSON FORVER WILL BE DICK GRAYSON AND HERE IS WHY

DICK GRAYSON X Y/N ( FRUSTRATED ME EDITION)

- first of all , he is the hottest character in dc (literally the comics have written this line by line)

- he is the real one with communication issues. You think jason struggles with that? NO jason uses any chance to tell me people how much he suffered. But dick? He wears a smile, he hides everything he is feeling

- the only person who gets to see the real him is YOU. The stress, the pressure, the mommy daddy issues...cmon. and bruce prolly was the worst at raising grayson and learned from his mistakes for the rest

- dick is someone who tries to be happy. Who tries to have a normal life. Who tries not to let his issues affect him . But they do which is why he has so many fucked up relationships. But when he meets you he wants to keep you, he needs to keep you with him. So he tries yet again to open up, fix his issues, love you the way you truly deserve.

- AND let us all not pretend we are all not stressed asf in life. He is so joyful and bright and will almost never dull the mood. Car karaoke ? Done. Skinny dipping in some random lake you drive by? His suggestion. Amusement parks? He is excitedly pulling you to all the rides and WILL 100% WIN YOU THE BIGGEST TEDDY

- he is deep, he js in touch with his feelings and he knows how to take care of you. Idk abt u guys but I have issues . I want a man who gives you those words of affirmation, who makes it super obvious he likes you.

- he needs you just as much as jason or tim or damian do. He also never had genuine love, he also has been a soldier a leader the person responsible all his life. He needs yo hold you, he needs that peace and quiet away from everything he has to deal with . He wants someone he can come home to and just show how drained he is .

- he is so kind to the world but he WILL BURN IT FOR YOU . I refuse to believe any other opinion on this. No matter how big a hero this guy is...remember how he killed joker for jason? Someone he said he hated? Broke the no kill rule?? Yea imagine what he will do for you.

- and how dare u suggest he isn't jealous/ possessive. He gets so cranky..not insecure and u don't have to coddle him and avoid all other men ...but u do have to give him extra kisses

-HE IS THE REAL GREEN FLAG fuck the whole " a hero will sacrifice you for the world but a villain will burn the world for you" NOT HIM NO HE WILL KILL EVERYONE OKAY cuz how date anyone suggest taking you away from him after everything he has done for the world. You are his reward and you better remember that.

- slow waltzing in the kitchen while he sings you his favorite love song, giggling in a pretty cafe while sharing a piece of cake( he is feeding you the whole thing and will kiss you when u Ask why he isn't eating any himself) , getting tipsy and walking back home all sweet and drunk and in love. He is adventurous and wants to experience everything With you.

- best part, everyone around u will love him. I'm sorry but I like it when my bf is liked by the old ladies and my parents and my boss. He will make you the power couple, even if you aren't as "powerful". He is your biggest loudest supporter always. Always introducing you to ppl as if you cured world hunger , telling everyone just how smart and kind you are taking any opportunity to talk about You. And dancing with him at galas makes you feel like a princess

- he will get the best gifts, say the sweetest things, be the most supportive kind eyes only for you guy once he genuinely falls in love.

I love jason a lot too, and tim and bruce too. Like yes I daydream about all of them But I just hate how underrated my boy here is.

[edawgz]

HIIII!!!!!! can you write something for adam warlock cuz i feel like i never see anyth for him and i luv him :]

of course! and my first request tysm anon!

* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚

learning you

| adam warlock x reader. ~ 1.1k words. fluff.

masterlist. | oneshot masterlist.

There were two things you didn’t expect to happen when you agreed to stay on Knowhere after the Guardians saved the galaxy again:

That your apartment would be directly across the corridor from a literal golden alien.

That said golden alien would keep knocking on your door at ungodly hours to ask the most absurd questions like: “Why do people cry during commercials?”

Tonight’s gem was no different.

There was a knock -- three rhythmic taps, polite but insistent. You sighed, tossed the towel over your shoulder, and opened the door. Sure enough, Adam Warlock stood there, shirtless (again), holding what looked like a slice of burnt toast and a confused expression.

“I attempted cooking,” he spoke solemnly.

You blinked a few times before your brow furrowed, “And?”

“It appears the toaster.. hates me.”

You tried not to laugh. Really, but something about his genuine frustration mixed with philosophical despair made you crack a smile.

“You can destroy ships with your mind,” you reminded him, taking the charred bread, “but you lost a fight to a kitchen appliance.”

“It is a truly unforgiving machine.”

You grinned and stepped aside. “Come on in. Let’s try again. But this time, maybe don’t shove the bread in sideways?”

He followed you in like a very shiny, slightly sad puppy. Since Rocket had left him behind on Knowhere “to learn how not to be a weapon,” you’d found yourself unofficially... babysitting.

Or maybe... not quite babysitting.

He wasn’t stupid, just naïve and inexperienced. He was all power and no nuance like someone handed the sun legs and said “go blend in.”

Which he didn’t. Not at all. Yet, somehow, that only made you like him more.

Toaster disaster averted, you handed him a proper piece of golden brown toast, and plopped down on the worn couch.

He sat beside you stiffly, like he was afraid of taking up space. His cape got caught on the cushion, and he looked at it with genuine betrayal.

“Do you miss them?” you asked, softer now. “The Guardians?”

He didn’t answer right away. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “They were... confusing.. but kind.”

You nodded, “That’s the whole crew.”

He tilted his head, eyes meeting yours. They were the color of molten metal that carried the same sense of weight , somehow.

“Why are you kind to me?” he asked.

Your mouth went a little dry as you wet your lips while trying to come up with an answer that didn't sound rude, “Because you deserve it.”

He frowned at that, even though you were trying your best to word that kindly, “I haven’t done anything.”

“You don’t have to earn kindness, Adam.” You told him, your brow furrowed once again as you gazed at him and let your head tilt the slightest bit, so you were facing him more head on.

He looked down at the toast, like it suddenly held the answers to the universe.

“I like being here,” he spoke up, finally, “With you.”

Your chest gave a tiny, unexpected lurch.

And then -- “I think I like... toast, too.”

You burst out laughing. His eyes crinkled at the sound, clearly pleased with himself. He was getting better at that -- making you laugh. Understanding the difference between sarcasm and sincerity, while also beginning to pick up emotional cues instead of just barreling through them with a half-finished sentence and too much strength.

He leaned back slowly on the couch, mimicking your posture. Less rigid this time. His shoulder brushed yours.

Not an accident.

You stayed like that a moment and simply breathed in sync while the warm light from the hallway flittered through the door.

“Can I ask you something?” he questioned with a slight hesitancy to his words.

You turned your head with a smile, “You already are.”

He smirked -- a real one. A rare, almost boyish, like he’d stolen it from someone who was younger than he’d ever gotten to be.

“What does it mean when your chest feels tight around someone?”

You blinked as your forehead wrinkled and your eyes searched his expression for more of a hint as to what he could be talking about.

“I don’t mean in a bad way,” he added quickly. “More like... there is a pressure, but it isn’t pain. It’s more like... light, but inside.”

You sat up slightly on your leg so you could face him, “Are you... asking if you’re having feelings for someone?”

He hesitated, “Perhaps.”

“For who?” You prodded as your intrigue suddenly piqued. Yet, all he did was look at you like the answer was obvious.

Oh.

Oh.

You opened your mouth, then closed it.

He waited, patient, golden and glowing slightly in the dim light like someone carved him from starlight and hope. You weren’t sure what to say. Not because you didn’t feel it, but because he felt it so easily and accepted it happily. That was something most ordinary people couldn't do.

“I feel different around you,” he clarified. “I’m calmer. Like I don’t have to prove anything. Like... I’m enough.”

Your throat felt tight now too as you watched him with a softened expression and an eased posture.

“I didn’t think I could be something other than what I was made for,” he continued. “But when I’m here, when I’m with you, I think maybe I could... learn.”

You swallowed thickly, allowing yourself a moment to breathe. “You are learning,” you finally whispered, “Every day.”

He smiled and then, slowly, he reached for your hand. His fingers were warm and his grip was delicate. It was like he knew what he was holding might break, and he was determined to not even crack it.

“I think,” he said, eyes locked on yours, “this feeling... might be love.”

You could’ve laughed again. You could’ve teased him, told him he was jumping the gun, but the sincerity in his voice rooted you.

So instead, you whispered, “It might be.”

He nodded and the two of you sat there like that for a long time. The universe spinning quietly outside your window. Your fingers entwined with his, leaving the toaster forgotten.

And when he hesitantly leaned forward, eyes searching for a second, and then brushed his lips softly against yours. You didn’t stop him because whatever he was learning... he was doing it beautifully.

[petracozbi]

I'm finally came around to do my own Trolls HC list-thing (most are Branch related cuz he's my favourite):

Branch has almost perfectly trained senses from living and surviving on his own in the wilderness; he's got a very sensitive nose and he can easily hear the smallest movements even if they're fairly far away, etc.

Poppy makes sure to at least make a little noise when approaching Branch, as to not catch him off guard, since he had a tendency to get lost in thought when he feels he's in a safe and secure space, and can lower his defences. Kismet does the same (they're found family to me idc)

In the beginning, the bros found it kind of annoying/confusing how Poppy would start getting louder and yell out Branch's name every time they were getting close to him, probably shrugging it off to her just being a very hyper and overexcited girlfriend. It wasn't until they got to experience first-hand how Branch reacted when they suddenly just touched him while deep in thought, and let's just say, after having their arm pinned behind their back and a sharpened stick held to their throat a few too many times, they learned to give a heads-up.

Branch needs glasses. He stopped wearing them after Rosiepuff got eaten to fully avoid any connection with Brozone and his boyband persona. He's not completely blind and can still get around, but he relies mostly on his other senses (which also got way more sharp because of that), and has to get up close to see things in detail.

A HC I think I shared before: Branch is freakishly strong, but doesn't look it at first glance - He's very much humbled the bros (especially JD and Bruce) with this fact, when they try to wrestle him into a headlock to give him a nookie or a Wet Willy (JD and Bruce) and he just won't budge (Kismet knows to not even try) or when they want to help him carry something and they almost collapse under they weight when he hands it to them.

Besides being his vehicle, Rhonda is also JD's (unofficial) therapy animal.

Clay can't swim. He never learned since he spent his entire life in either the trolltree or the abandon golfcourse. When Bruce learns this, he takes it upon himself to try and teach him, but to their shared frustration, they both (Clay and Bruce) discover that Clay is apparently deadly afraid of open waters.

Bruce also didn't know how to swim when he first left the trolltree. He got washed up on vacay Island, having been staying afloat by holding onto a branch. The vacationers taught him how to swim.

JD can cook circles around most trolls. He did most of the cooking back in the trolltree 'cuz Rosiepuff was a horrible cook (referencing her apparently rancid-tasting fluffleberry cake), he also taught (Sp)Bruce how to cook, but never got around to teach the others 'cuz they split up. Bruce later incorporated some of JD's recipes into the menu at the restaurant.

Branch's tastebuds are pretty hardened (some might say almost nonexistent), and trolls tend to assume it's from his survival years, where he'd just eat whatever as long as it was edible, didn't matter what it tasted like. In reality, it's mostly from solely eating Rosiepuff's cooking for like maybe a year or two after the band split up (yeah that's all it took to mess them tastebuds up for years after). Ofc in the beginning, he had to force himself to even put the food in his mouth, but he did it 'cuz he wanted to make his grandma happy.

Kismet was formed shortly after the bros left. It was Rosiepuff who encouraged Branch to socialize with other trollings around his age, since he became very closed off after the split (tho' I think he'd been a pretty shy and quiet kid to begin with (with the exception of when he performed as Bitty B))

Branch used to get bullied (more) for his greyness as a kid. Kismet would chase them off.

Although Branch is not as forgiving either, Kismet 100% holds a grudge for the bros leaving Branch - the Snackpack too, when they also learn what happened.

The bros are absolutely bewildered by the fact that Branch is dating the Queen, and that he'd probably one day be King. Branch himself gets very anxious when they mention this; just the thought of that much responsibility and being in the spotlight like that has him sweating.

Bruce's favorite way of annoying Branch is to tease him about his and Poppy's relationship, asking him when he can expect the wedding invitations and some nieces or nephews. In reality, it's probably Poppy that proposes in the future, with a long, romantic and heartfelt speech ofc (and yes, he cries).

That's all I got for now

[vizjpmdose]

⋆🖇₊ Roblox with Peter Maximoff !!

⭑.ᐟwarnings: none.

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ a/n: another random idea (It's 1am) cuz i want to play roblox with him, i think it's adorable. ☹🙏

Peter Maximoff x gn!reader.

You wanted to spend more time with your boyfriend in a cute but not boring way. You know Peter loves games so much do you decided to try Roblox with him. It's another activity that both of you can enjoy.

Roblox seemed entertaining for someone like Peter, you recommended it to Peter and you want to try it with him.

You explained how Roblox works, you told him about the different games, how you can make new friends from different countries, and how you can customize your character. All of these information caught his interest, he's always up for great games.

In the signing up process to make an account, he was so excited to make his username as 'Quicksilver'

But..

It almost made him faint!

"How?? Who stole that from me??" He gasped out as he zones out while looking at the screen.

100% disappointed indeed.

You couldn't stop your laughter, you just laughed at him while he's zoning out but you feel so bad for your poor baby.

"Aw, don't worry. Let's see if we can make it as your display name." You replied, trying to cheer him up.

As you successfully helped him create an account, you bought/gave him robux to cheer him up even more.

You both had fun as you helped him design his avatar.

You first introduced him to obby games.

At first, he sucked at it. You guys took minutes to get pass every level because he keeps falling. The problem is either his estimations with his jumps or doesn't know how to control his screen or cursor.

But with the right amount of patience and right practice, he finally got the hang of it.

He also found out how to troll in an obby using the fading stairs. The fading stairs will disappear once you stepped on it. You'd go back down the stairs as another player is trying to go up. You'd jump back to the checkpoint before the stairs disappear and the other player wouldn't make it so they'd fall.

You did it to him and he got frustrated again.

"Y/n! Come on!" He groand as he tried to get up the stairs again.

He was glad that he learned that trick from you tho.. He started to do it to other players a lot.

You told him to try the horror games with you.

The fastest game leaver ever when he gets jumpscared.

You guys tried the two player games and he loved it! It made him laugh a lot.

You guys ended up playing Roblox all day, his favorite games are obby games.

"Thank you babe, can't wait to play with you again." He said as he planted a kiss on your cheek.

[honeytonedhottie]

video diary entry ideas⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍭

so if u dont already know, a video diary is exactly what it sounds like. a diary of videos that u make, in my previous post about video diaries i talked ab why its sm fun and in this post i'll be giving video ideas just in case u need an extra push or ideas ✨

THRIFT HAUL ;

talk about ur personal style and ideas and what ur plans are for those clothes. maybe turn the clothes that u thrifted into a project and personalize the clothes to ur needs and style. talk about how you'd style the clothes. as a person who has a passion for fashion i love a good thrift haul video entry.

BAKING AND CHATTING ;

pick up a box of cake mix and make ur favorite sweet treat while just chatting to the camera. this is helpful especially if u find sitting and talking about ur thoughts and expressing urself kind of awkward, it gives u something to do and helps to lessen the anxiety if ur just starting.

LETS TALK ABOUT IT ;

my video diary is like my own podcast so here's some things that i've talked about.

my "hot takes"

ideas for my future

things that frustrate me

talk about ur day in a different language (this is also great practice if ur learning a new language)

talk about whats going on in a show/series that ur watching or reading

and just sitting and talking is a rly great way for me to cultivate creativity, think of new ideas for literally everything. from my blog to law of assumption epiphanies to projects, fashion ideas and projects, my music EVERYTHING.

talk about things that u need to get off of ur chest for ur own peace yk? cuz theres just something about saying it out loud

do a mukbang

DO A COLLECTION TOUR ;

i've actually written a post about starting a collection, but if u need an idea for a video entry go through ur collection and talk about pieces in ur collection.

DO A MUKBANG ;

order and eat ur favorite foods, or if u want to you can take an asmr kind of approach so that then u can enjoy your food and the sounds r SO GOOD in my opinion. when u do a mukbang or asmr u can try new foods and give feedback which gives u something to talk about. some things i've mukbanged recently are

mexican tacos and rice water and for dessert i had cheese cake tempura with some mochi

it was actually my first time trying rice water and it was SO GOOD. it was so delicious and refreshing and the tacos were amazing too. the cheese cake tempura was a bit small but it was rly good and the mochi as always was delicious.

[kaylatoonz]

Movie Amy X Super Mario bros movie

Ok, so a while back some fans toyed with the idea of Sonic and Mario having a father-son relationship despite their rivalry. Then other fans take it a bit further having Amy and Mario have a father-daughter relationship instead (which is adorable).

This idea got me thinking, what if movie Amy found her way to movie Mario’s world and grew up there?

I’m gonna keep it at Highlights for this AU cuz I don’t want to take forever to post again.

-The events of the first Mario movie happen similarly to the original just with Amy Joining the adventure with Mario, peach, and toad, and also some additional changes to give Luigi more things to do.

-Growing up Amy becomes more and more frustrated that she can’t contribute as much to her family due to her having to stay hidden. (which led to her sneaking out to help her pops and uncle with that one big job that led to their adventure)

-Mario and Luigi had a custom-made hat made for Amy.

-When Mario and Luigi first found Luigi was more scared and cautious of Amy which he felt silly for once he warmed up to her.

-Trying to keep Amy hidden from their family didn’t last a week.

-Amy warmed her way into the family's hearts except their father… it’s complicated (Mario had many arguments with his dad about Amy).

-Mario and Luigi's dad eventually come around.

-Amy’s first tantrum caused a power outage (not as big as Sonic though) like that scene from Monster Inc.

-Amy is Mario’s little girl (Amy has Mario wrapped around her finger)

-Amy loves her uncle, Luigi, and she admires how brave he is despite his many fears.

-Amy learned most of her cooking/baking skills from Luigi, her grandmother, and later Peach (you can pray Peach’s baking hobby from my cold dead hands! Let movie Peach be feminine dang it!).

-Mario, Luigi, and Amy had some parkour skills before they arrived in the New World (they just never went through crazy obstacles like the ones in the New World).

-Peach was very impressed with Amy and Mario’s skill in training obstacle course though there’s room for improvement. (Some of the more wilder obstacles still catches Mario off guard).

-Peach and Amy bond over how they both grew up in a place they sometimes feel out of place in. Peach was the only human until she met Mario and Amy was the only hedgehog (until she met Sonic).

-Amy ships the heck out of Peach and Mario.

-When Mario meets Sonic they do not get off on the right foot but they act civil for Amy’s sake.

-Luigi ships the heck out of Sonic and Amy.

[caraetdeul]

Regrets and Reunions (Sequel to Tolerate It)

Ex!Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader

Hong Jisoo a.k.a. Joshua x fem!reader

Mistakes were made and consequences were learned but everything was easier said than done.

TW: angst, drinking, alcohol, hangovers, toxic!Scoups, cursing

A/n: here's a much needed sequel to Tolerate It that I definitely had fun writing. I just knew even before I finished the series that I would have to write a sequel focusing on Scoups' side after the break up cuz we need the FULL PLEDGED ANGST!!! I don't think you would need to read the series before this one but for the full context, I do recommend reading the series first. Anyways, enjoy reading caratdeul!

~Main Masterlist~ | ~Tolerate It Masterlist~

Months have passed since the last time he saw you walk away from him on that very night. Since then, any sense of time or place has completely evaporated from Seungcheol’s life. It was all a blur of bars, hangovers, and regrets. There was no point in even getting frustrated with his current situation because he knew that there was no one to blame but him and his stupid decisions that cost him the most wonderful thing to have—and probably will be the only one—ever happen in his life.

Seungcheol’s eyes lazily glazed over the remains of his drunken stupor last night all over his apartment.

Correction: Jeonghan’s apartment.

His hangover may be giving him one of the worst headaches in the world right now. Still, it will never be enough to distract him from the fact that he couldn’t even get an apartment for himself. To be fair though, he’s successful enough financially to actually afford a big ass apartment. It wasn’t really a matter of “can” but is actually leaning more towards whether he has enough will to live in one himself and actually maintain it. Based on the number of bottles and leftover chips lying all around the couch and coffee table, there was no doubt that buying an apartment would just be the cherry on top of his sundae of mistakes.

Seungcheol sighed as he lay on his back on the floor, putting an arm around his eyes in an attempt to block off the light shining through the windows. The quiet of the apartment tells him that Jeonghan’s probably already gone to work. He honestly doesn’t know if it's the best thing to wake up to right now. On one side, he doesn’t have to listen to Jeonghan’s rants over how he’s wasting his life by drinking his troubles away and not even trying to fight for you in any way possible—Seungcheol doesn’t need to look at Jeonghan to know that those words were always accompanied by the concern and disappointment written all over his face. On the other hand, the quietness surrounding him only gives way for him to be left alone with his depressing thoughts.

It’s either God heard his silent prayers or Jeonghan has a “depressed best friend” radar on him but before his thoughts could swallow him whole once again, he heard the front door open and Jeonghan’s footsteps gradually replaced the sullen atmosphere.

“Choi Seungcheol!” Jeonghan called out, placing his keys and bag on the kitchen island near the entrance, “Where are you?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work right now?” Seungcheol grumbled as he sat up from his place on the floor.

Jeonghan scoffed, “It’s already 5 pm, dumbass. Of course, I’m done with work.” Jeonghan beelined for the couch in front of Seungcheol, carefully removing a bottle off the cushion and placing it on the coffee table. “And based on how you just responded to me, I’m assuming you haven’t eaten anything since last night?”

Seungcheol only smiled sheepishly and that was all Jeonghan needed to pick up his phone and begin ordering pizza for the both of them. But it was not without any complaints from Jeonghan about his neglect of himself that Seungcheol tried his best to ignore. Within 30 minutes, the living area was free of beer and chips and they were both lounging on the couch while munching on pizza slices.

“So,” Jeonghan swallowed the last of his pizza before continuing, “I got an invitation for the high school reunion on Saturday which means that you also got one as well.” Jeonghan looked at Seungcheol expectantly but he only took another bite out of his slice without saying anything back.

Jeonghan sighed, taking a gulp out of his glass of water, “You could at least try to pretend that you’re interested in anything other than getting wasted.”

Seungcheol rolled his eyes, leaning back with his arms crossed, “Well, I’m sorry if my misery is such a burden to you. It's not like I forced you to take me in and take care of me as if I’m a child that you were forced to babysit.”

Jeonghan suddenly slammed the glass on the table making Seungcheol flinch, looking at him with wide eyes, “Wha—”

“You know what,” Jeonghan hissed, “That attitude is the reason why you’re now here in this situation, all alone with no goal in your life whatsoever. You are a depressed little shit that’s also a jerk to someone that is actually here for you ever since you were left to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

Seungcheol opened his mouth to defend himself but Jeonghan beat him to it.

“No, scratch that. You haven’t dealt with any of those consequences even just a little bit. You’re a coward who’s drowning himself in alcohol instead of actually facing your problems like an actual human being. No wonder they left you. I mean, if you were my partner, I would’ve left you too even without the cheating. You are a selfish bastard who’s actually acting like a little brat that didn’t get his way.”

It was silent after that.

The tension in the air made Seungcheol fidget in his seat. There was nothing to say. Seungcheol knew deep down that everything he said was true and it was one hell of a wake up call for him when he realized that it all came from Jeonghan, himself. It wasn’t an out of character thing for Jeonghan to get pissed off and say all of those things when needed but it definitely wasn’t a common thing for him to do. So when he actually experienced it first hand, Seungcheol knew that he was right and it was time to be a better person.

Jeonghan breathed deeply, rubbing his face in an attempt to ground himself, “I’m sorry. That was really mean of me to say that.”

“No, you were right. I’m being a jerk.”

Jeonghan only smiled in response before taking another slice of pizza. Seungcheol bit his bottom lip in thought, debating whether or not he should do it. But looking around his best friend’s apartment, he knew that he should at least repay his kindness by showing up at that goddamn reunion as a peace offering.

“So, what time is this reunion?”

~~~

He’s already regretting his decision and he hasn’t even gotten out of his car yet.

But to be fair though, all he’s ever done up until now is regret everything so it’s not really much of a surprise. What does break the cycle is the fact that he’s now also determined to go through with this decision, not just for the sake of keeping his promise to Jeonghan but also for the sake of taking a step towards moving on.

Seungcheol huffed, “Definitely easier said than done.”

He hesitantly got out of his car and made his way towards the entrance of the hotel where the event was being conducted. He won’t admit to anything but the hotel clerk definitely saw the way his hand shook with nerves as he pressed the button to the elevator.

Reaching the floor leading to the function hall, he was suddenly bombarded with the realization that he was about to meet with people he hadn’t seen for quite a long time which meant he’d also be bombarded with questions about his current status in life. That almost made him turn around and go back inside the elevator but before he could, he heard his name shouted from the other side of the room. Turning towards the sound, he saw Joshua, one of his closest high school friends, walking towards him with a wide smile on his face.

Going in for a hug, Joshua exclaimed, “Oh my god! It’s been so long since I last saw you! How have you been?”

Returning the hug, Seungcheol chuckled, “I’ve been good. How about you?”

“All the same.” Joshua smiled before looking around, “Have you seen Jeonghan? I thought he was coming with you .”

 “He’ll be late. He had a work thing to do before this.”

“Oh, got it. Well, come on then. Let’s wait for him inside. Oh but first, you should get yourself registered.” Joshua then led him to the registration table at the front of the hall.

“For what?”

“All registered attendees have a chance to win the raffle by the end of the night and I’m sure as hell won’t be going home without that massage chair.”

Once they were done, Joshua slung an arm around Seungcheol’s shoulder, leading him toward a table near the exit. A couple of their former classmates who were also sitting at the table waved at them as they sat down before returning to their own conversations. Seungcheol can’t really blame them for their nonchalance when he isn’t really one of the popular kids in high school before. It was both a comforting and slightly disappointing experience.

Long story short, the whole event was a bore. The only thing that made it all worthwhile was Joshua’s company and the hilarious timing of Jeonghan’s late arrival when he arrived just in time to be called onto the stage as they reminisced about his reputation as the school’s heartthrob. The look on his face was certainly one for the books and Seungcheol will make sure he will never live this down.

Throughout it all, he can’t help but be distracted whenever he catches glimpses of Joshua typing on his phone with this lovestruck smile. It was the kind of smile that would make you say that he’s definitely down bad. The champagne couldn’t remove the bitter taste it gave him no matter how hard he tried. And he would’ve kept on drinking if Jeonghan hadn’t tipped off the waiter to stop giving him anymore.

He remembered the times he felt that way when it came to you. He probably even had the exact same smile that Joshua had right now every time he thought of you. But all of that was gone now and what was left was the murder scene of your relationship, the bloody knife in his hand. All because he doesn’t have any amount of decency within himself to actually keep the most sacred—and frankly, the easiest—principle when it comes to relationships. Loyalty.

His silent pity party was interrupted by Joshua’s sudden call of his name. Looking up at him, he noted the bag slung over his shoulder and the fact that he looked like he was about to spring up from his chair with excitement.

“What’s up?” Seungcheol asked.

“I need to go.”

“What? Why?”

Maybe it was the way the stage lights changed as the host announced something but the darkness of the hall can never mask the way Joshua’s entire being lit up at the chance to talk about his partner.

“My girl just told me something great that happened at her work and we’re going out to celebrate.”

Seungcheol’s eyebrows raised, “You won’t finish the event first? I’m sure she could wait for a bit. We haven’t even reached the raffle part yet.”

Joshua laughed. Seungcheol could’ve sworn it was mixed with bewilderment but he was probably a little bit drunk enough to hallucinate things. 

“Dude, we’re talking about my girl here. Nothing comes before her.”

“Even the massage chair?”

“Especially the massage chair.”

“She must have been one hell of a girl.”

Joshua chuckled to himself, “Oh, you have no idea.”

“Well if you’re leaving, then so am I.” Seungcheol wiped his mouth with the table napkin before standing up.

“Are you sure? What about Jeonghan?”

“I’m sure. Besides, I’ve had enough reunion drama that could last me a lifetime. As for Jeonghan,” Seungcheol roamed his eyes around, finally pinpointing Jeonghan at the other side of the room chatting with a former student council member. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind me leaving early. I’ll just meet up with him back at home.”

They both left the hall as quietly as they could, silently thanking the heavens that they chose to sit right next to the exit. As they reached the elevators, Joshua turned to him with a puzzled look on his face, “What do you mean home?”

The elevator doors dinged open. Seungcheol entered first and was followed by Joshua. With a hesitant pause as Joshua pressed the ground floor button, Seungcheol replied, “I’ve kinda been temporarily living in Jeonghan’s apartment for a few months now.”

“Huh? Don’t you, like, have a penthouse uptown?”

“I do.”

“Then, why?”

”It’s kind of a long story.”

“My girlfriend wouldn’t be here until later anyway. I’ve got time.”

The elevator finally reached the ground floor, giving Seungcheol a bit of reprieve from the conversation as they exited. But based on the pointed look that Joshua gave him as they stood outside the hotel waiting for his girlfriend, that little bit of relief wouldn’t last as long as he would’ve wanted to.

Seungcheol crossed his arms, biting his bottom lip as he inhaled deeply. Embarrassment and shame made his stomach churn. There’s no chance at all that he can change the subject when it comes to Joshua. Somehow, that boy just has the uncanny ability to get the truth out of everyone he talks to no matter what, and honestly, Seungcheol doesn’t have the energy to deal with his stubborn tendencies.

“I made a big mistake and now I’m left to deal with the consequences of it all.”

It was a vague answer. Seungcheol knows it. Joshua definitely knows it. He was about to say something before he was interrupted by a woman calling his name. Turning to the source of the voice, Seungcheol’s breath hitched.

It was you.

The girl Joshua was lovingly talking about was you.

Memories of you flooded his brain as he watched you walk towards them. By the way that you still had a bounce on your steps, he was sure you still hadn’t recognized him. But once you got closer, there was an unmistakable pause in your next step and your face drained of all of its colors. At the corner of his eye, he can see Joshua’s face immediately contort in concern. Meeting you halfway, that’s when Joshua finally clocked on to the fact that you weren’t looking at him but at Seungcheol who was behind him. He glanced back at him before facing you once again. Seungcheol watched as he asked you if everything was alright, wrapping an arm around your waist in a protective manner as if sensing the tension between the two of you. His jaw clenched at the sight knowing that he should’ve been the one protecting you and not the one that you’re being protected from.

It felt like it was one of the hardest things to do but you finally turned away from Seungcheol to look at Joshua in the eye. You nodded, whispering a reassuring yes and feeling Joshua’s grip on you tighten a bit before letting go in favor of holding your hand. You squeezed his hand three times and by the way Joshua smiled, you knew he got the message. You couldn’t help but smile back when Joshua squeezed your hand in the same manner.

Seungcheol wanted to vomit right then and there.

Joshua looked back up at him, “Well, we have to go if we ever want to actually reach that little hilltop before the park closes but I’m not done talking to you.” Joshua pointed his forefinger and middle finger at him, going back and forth in Seungcheol’s direction and his own eyes.

Seungcheol forced a laugh, trying his best not to react at the realization that the hilltop he was talking about was something you’d been wishing for the both of you to do for so long before everything went to shit. If possible, a big neon light would’ve already sprung up from behind him with the words “jerk” smacked dab in the middle of it, one end of the sign forming an arrow that was pointed at him.

Seungcheol could only nod in return before Joshua bid him goodbye, walking down the direction of his car that was parked in front of the hotel with you by his side. He watched as you paused for a bit when Joshua opened the car door for you. You glanced back at him one last time, a small smile on your face, before entering the passenger side.

That just made things harder for him because he knew that smile was genuine. Even the thought of you hating him and giving all this energy to despise him would only make him feel worse because he knows that all he deserves is nothing but indifference from you.

Now that he was left standing alone on the side of the street, the tail light of Joshua’s car gradually getting smaller as the distance between you got wider, all he could think about was the thought that you were at least in the hands of someone better. That was enough for him to finally have the will to discard the alcohol bottles around the apartment once he got home and actually move on with a lighter heart.

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[fanfictionstuff]

I legit yelped when I check the Amaimon x reader tag after like a fucking a year or so expecting it to be as empty as I left it when I left the Blue Exorcist Fandom so long ago but instead was flabbergasted dare I say bamboozled to see that someone was actually posting about my boy, my sweet emotionally stunted baby.

Amaimon had me a death grip for so long but he just left my brain, because no one actively talked about him, but them I saw an old note to myself about watching the new Blue Exorcist anime, and decided to check out the Fandom to see if it was worth obsessing over again, cuz it's wasn't worth it if I couldn't get my fanfic fix. And to be shock there is???

Sorry if that was strange, I'm just so excited!

Anyways, could I request Amaimon x GN!reader(if you don't do gn fem is fine) with a S/O who decided to start experimenting with baking and decided to use Amaimon as their test taster.

Btw love your works

Let me share what happened with me. For some reason, I thought there would be a new season around May (2024). I don’t know why, but I got excited, and then I realized it was October. I decided to rewatch everything and fell in love with Amaimon all over again. Naturally, I had to find some fanfics... I found about five where he wasn't acting like a 12-year-old. After staring at my computer screen for like two weeks, I decided to write my own, even though I didn't expect anyone to really read it. So I was mostly writing for myself until the new season came out. Then the small Amaimon fanbase returned. 🥺

But, I'm still pretty much the only one writing 😔

Anyway~ I'm so glad you like my works and you were able to come back to the fandom and read Amaimon fics 💚 I hope you like this one.

“So, what do you think?” You look expectantly at Amaimon, who has a slice of cake in front of him on the table. 

Amaimon looks between you and the cake before returning his gaze to you. "...Am I supposed to tell the truth or lie?”

You shoot him a look of disbelief. “The truth. You’re my taste tester, remember? I need your honest opinion." 

He stares at you for a moment longer, trying to gauge whether you truly want the truth. The last time he told you the truth after you asked, you threw something at him. “It’s not good.” 

“Really? What’s wrong with it?” 

“I don’t know.” 

You lean forward and slide the plate closer, snatching the fork he just used to sample the cake. The moment the fluffy cake touches your tongue, it feels strangely dry, almost as if it’s sucking the moisture right out of your mouth. "Oh shit, it’s way too dry!" you comment, surprised by the unexpected texture. “How did it end up this dry?” you cough out, reaching for a bottle of water. “I wonder if there’s a way to save it; I’d hate to throw out a whole cake.” You drop your head to the table in frustration. Amaimon reaches over the table and awkwardly pats your head. 

It turns out there are ways to save dry cakes. From your research, you've discovered a few methods. Amaimon sits in the living room, staring blankly at the TV while you prepare a simple syrup for the cake. Your search revealed that the best way to revive a dry cake is by using simple syrup or soaking it with milk. You've decided to go with the syrup. Although you learned that adding jam or mousse between layers can enhance the cake, you're not ready for layered cakes yet, so you set that idea aside. The last two suggestions were icing and refrigeration. You’ve already made icing; you just wanted Amaimon to try the cake by itself first. The batch of icing you made is sitting in the fridge, waiting for you. 

An hour later, your sheet cake is done. This time, you try it first, not wanting to scare your demon boyfriend away with bad cake. This time, it’s much better, but still not where it should be. It’s saved, and Amaimon will finish it within a couple days so you can move on to something else. Still, it’s not at the level you want. Slowly, you walk towards Amaimon and hand him a fresh slice. “So, it’s still not perfect, but it’s edible now.” You promise him as he exams the cake. 

“It’s good.” He tells you between forkfuls of cake. Excited that you were able to fix it, you sit beside him on the sofa and wrap your arms around his shoulders while sitting to his right. “I’m glad, so it won’t be wasted.” You press your lips against his cheek as he continues to eat forkfuls of the cake. 

"I wouldn't waste it anyway," Amaimon says flatly, licking icing from his fork. His golden eyes glance at you briefly before returning to the cake. "Even if it didn’t taste good."

You smile at this; it’s about as sweet as he gets sometimes. His free hand drifts down to your knee, his long claws lightly grazing your skin.

"You know," you say, resting your head gently against his shoulder, "I've been thinking about trying something a bit more complex next time. Maybe a layered cake with different flavors."

Amaimon pauses mid-bite. "More cake to test?"

"Is that alright?"

He doesn't respond right away; instead, he continues to eat with meticulous precision. The television hums softly in the background, with both of you paying little mind to it. His thumb gently traces small circles on your knee.

"I can test whatever you make," he finally says. "I have nothing better to do."

You roll your eyes. "Wow, thanks. Make me feel special, why don't you?"

His fork scrapes the plate clean, and before you can blink, he's holding an empty dish.

"More," he states simply, golden eyes sliding toward you.

You laugh. "Well, I guess that means it's really good after all." You take his plate and head back to the kitchen, cutting him another generous slice. 

As you hand him the second piece, his fingers brush against yours, lingering for a moment longer than needed. The contact sends a slight shiver up your arm.

"You know," you say, settling back next to him, "most people tend to offer more detailed feedback. For instance, they might mention what specifically tastes good or what could be improved."

Amaimon pauses mid-bite, tilting his head as if pondering a complex puzzle. "It's sweet. I like sweet things." He takes another bite and then adds, "The first one was like eating dirt. This one isn't."

"High praise," you mutter sarcastically, but you can't help but smile.

He nods and suddenly lifts you onto his lap with swift, fluid movements. His arms encircle your waist, holding you securely. “It’s good,” he murmurs, grasping your jaw and pressing his lips against yours.

His lips taste like sugar and icing, sweet like cake yet somehow more intoxicating. When he pulls away, you feel a bit dazed.

"You're better than cake," he asserts plainly, as though proclaiming that the sky is blue.

"That might be the kindest thing you've ever said to me," you laugh as you gently touch your forehead to his.

Amaimon looks slightly confused. "I’m not trying to be nice. It’s just the truth." He reaches past you for the plate, somehow managing to take another bite of cake without loosening his grip on your waist. "Humans are strange."

The next day, despite mentioning you want to try baking a cake again, you were scrolling through social media and found something else you want to try instead. Cinnamon rolls. 

It's easy and supposedly foolproof—after all, even a child can do it. That’s what the article promised. So why are you left with flat cinnamon rolls staring back at you? Did you skip a step? What went wrong? You reread the entire recipe three times, only to realize what you did wrong. I can’t believe I forgot to let the dough rise. Dropping to the ground, you mourn the loss of your cinnamon rolls. 

Amaimon steps around you, giving them a curious look before glancing at the bowl of icing you prepared to frost them with. Without hesitation, he grabs a cinnamon roll from the center of the pan, dips it into the icing, and pops it into his mouth. "_____". 

“What?” 

He gazes down at you as you pout. “These are better than the cake,” he tells you, helping himself to another cinnamon roll.

“…really?” 

He nods and picks up the still-hot pan along with the bowl of frosting to take both into the living room. 

The cinnamon rolls last less than two hours. 

By Friday, you’ve come up with a great idea.

Cinnamon roll cake. 

Amaimon observes you as you mix the batter, meticulously rereading the instructions after each step. Determined not to let this one go wrong, you spend twice as long as necessary on the preparation. With a hint of nervousness, you press on, unwilling to make any mistakes. 

Two hours later, twice as long as it should have taken, you pull the cake from the oven. The icing is already set aside, ready for use. At some point, Amaimon appears, staring intently at the cake. 

At first glance, it’s clear that the cake is cooked to perfection: moist, but not overly so, with no burnt areas in sight—it looks fantastic. As you pour the icing over the cake, you can almost see the demon king drooling in anticipation. Just as you finish scraping the bowl clean, he eagerly takes a bite of the cake, digging his fork in without waiting for you to serve him.

“So?” You question. 

“It’s better than the others you baked.

You beam at him, feeling a rush of pride. "Really? I'm finally getting the hang of this!" 

Amaimon doesn't respond, too busy taking another large forkful of cake. His golden eyes gleam with an unusual intensity as he eats. You notice a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth—subtle, but unmistakably present. 

"I want to try," you say, reaching for a fork. 

Without warning, Amaimon effortlessly pulls the entire cake pan out of your reach. "It's mine," he declares nonchalantly, continuing to indulge in the dessert. 

"Amaimon! I made that cake. At the very least, I deserve to taste it!" You lunge for the pan, but he deftly shifts it out of your reach once more. 

He pauses, fork suspended in mid-air, gazing thoughtfully at you.  “Fine,” he finally says, a hint of resignation in his voice. 

Before you can reach for your own utensil, he lifts a piece with his fork and extends it toward your lips. You blink in surprise—such a gesture is unusual for him. Hesitantly, you lean forward and take the bite from his fork. 

The flavors burst in your mouth—rich cinnamon, buttery sweetness, and a perfect hint of vanilla. It's divine. 

"Oh, wow," you murmur, briefly closing your eyes to savor the moment. "That really turned out amazing." 

When you open your eyes, you see Amaimon staring at you with an unusual intensity. He remains completely still, fork suspended in mid-air, observing your reaction with unblinking golden eyes. 

"What?" you ask, suddenly self-conscious. 

Without a word, he sets down the fork and, in one smooth motion, pulls you onto his lap. His fingers, warm and inviting against your skin, slide up to cradle the back of your head.

"You made something good," he says, his voice low and direct. His thumb glides across your lower lip, wiping away a smudge of icing. 

"Thanks for sounding so surprised," you tease, though your voice sounds softer than you intended. 

Amaimon leans forward, his lips hovering just above yours. "I want more." 

You find yourself uncertain whether he is referring to the cake or something else. Before you can inquire, he closes the distance between you. His lips meet yours, infused with the flavors of cinnamon and sweetness. The kiss possesses a yearning quality, almost hungry. His fingers weave into your hair, drawing you even closer. When he finally breaks the kiss, you are left breathless, your heart racing against your ribs. “More?” You mumble more to yourself.

"The cake," Amaimon says, his golden eyes still fixed on you, "I want to finish it." 

You laugh, slightly dazed. "Of course that's what you meant." 

He tilts his head, observing your flushed face with mild curiosity. "What did you think I meant?" 

Rather than answer, you slide off his lap and grab your own fork. "Nothing. Let's share the rest." 

Amaimon frowns slightly but makes no objections as you take a seat beside him. As you both indulge in the cake, his arm naturally wraps around your waist, his clawed fingers resting possessively on your hip. 

A few minutes later, it seemed to dawn on him what you meant. “I shouldn’t need to tell you that I’ll always want more of you.” He speaks bluntly, taking another bite. 

[pathological-runaway]

the elders playing fnaf because i have brainrot

(don't take these too seriously i wrote them while binge-watching markiplier's playthroughs)

daleth:

- "if i hear that damn tune one more time-"

- gets into the game because of alef

- learns how to play just by watching (and criticising) them

- beats 20/20/20/20 before alef, which pisses the kid off so much they don't speak to daleth for a week

- cold and calculating while playing, and jumpscares don't get them at all 80% of the time. the remaining 20%? so scared they close the game

- the story always does though. don't show fnaf 4 to them

ayin:

- is too scared to play at first and just watches others instead

- teth lets them play the easiest custom nights. ayin manages to beat them but finally decides that it isn't really their thing

- prefers to listen to lamed's theories or writing fanfiction

- hates willian afton so much it's not even funny. celebrates the completion ending of pizzeria simulator every time

- is a very enthusiastic supporter whenever their friends play

- is responsible for not showing fnaf 4 to daleth. and to alef (they have a feeling they wouldn't take it well, either)

teth:

- their goal is to beat every single challenge and find every single easter egg and ending

- doesn't care much about the lore but enjoys taking to lamed about hidden details

- makes up insulting nicknames for all animatronics

- is actually really scared at the beginning of each game, but their fear wears off rather quickly

- absolutely despises the phone guy for no reason

- somehow really enjoys the simulator aspect of pizzeria simulator. juggles reasonable decisions with "let's buy this i wanna get a lawsuit"

samekh:

- absolutely adore pizzeria simulator

- keep buying high liability risk stuff. partially cuz it's cheap and partially for fun

- their favourite animatronic is mangle. she reminds them of themselves, in a way

- keep bickering and making fun of stuff, leading to them missing important lore

- try to beat 50/20 in ultimate custom night. fail miserably after 1 second and never touch the game again

- have had their WAS THAT THE BITE OF '87?! moment twice (they forgot about the ending)

tsadi:

- doesn't get the point of horror games in the first place

- tries playing several times, but doesn't enjoy it at all

- animatronics freak them out. the story freaks them out even more

- likes ayin's fanfiction though

- keeps forgetting the animatronics' names. comes up with alternatives, not as insulting as teth's but equally ridiculous

lamed:

- the theorist

- keeps dying in stupid ways because they're too busy paying attention to tiny details

- finds the puppet cute

- a part of them is deeply frustrated that such impressive technology ended up doing so much harm

- accidentally beats 50/20 in ultimate custom night. samekh and teth don't speak to them for like a month

- but daleth invites them to have a cup of tea to celebrate. lduring which amed infodumps them for five hours straight

alef

- starts playing because samekh think the game is nice. gets an awful hyperfixation that lasts 5 years

- likes crafting theories but isn't that good at spotting stuff. because samekh aren't good at lore themselves (and since alef is so interested in the game they're embarassed to admit it to the twins), alef discusses them with lamed

- teth teaches them pro-moves. and swearwords

- ayin shows them some of their writing

- brags about their advancements only to tsadi: daleth already hears enough, ayin isn't that interested in the game itself, teth is too good at it, samekh are too casual, and lamed is too theoretic. tsadi is indifferent about everything but alef, so they make a good listener

- knows about fnaf 4 lore. doesn't show daleth though, even if for enterily different reasons than other elders do

- thinks about the ending for years to come

[satsumasaturn]

why do i love you? - asmodeus x reader smut

A/N: i found this fic from like 2020 that i wrote that isn't that awful (it's not great either lol), so im posting it on this blog. i remembered that it existed when i was reading one of sylus's stories in LADS, mainly cuz i was thinkin about writing sylus smut (it was no defense zone that triggered this). im p sure the OM! fandom is dead since solmare ditched the games, i know i haven't touched either game since the announcement, but i'll post this for any remaining fans el oh el. story beneath the cut~

Love is a dangerous game, especially the kind of love where you feel as though your lungs are filling with water, your chest being crushed from pressure. Still, love can make you feel alive, reviving and bringing new life to you. Call it a gamble, a game of chance. Many avoid love, not wanting to play a game they’re gonna lose.

Asmodeus has been alive for so long that he doesn’t even remember how long he’s been in existence. Over the course of his long life, he has had many lovers, who have all come and gone at one point or another. Yet, with each and every one of those lovers, it wasn’t love, but lust. The demon is well versed and knowledgeable with the concept of lust, being the Avatar of Lust. It’s all he knows. Of course, he’s okay with it, as he doesn’t need to love anyone to be adored by all. In fact, it’s not something he often thinks about, since he is the Avatar of Lust, not the Avatar of Love. Everyone will love him no matter what he says or does. At least, that’s what he believed. Was it possible for anyone to not grovel at his feet, lusting after him? Often, he finds himself reassuring himself that, no, it was not possible for someone to not love him. He is perfect.

When the human first arrived in the Devildom, of course he was intrigued. New blood, someone he could add to his body count, so to speak. It had been quite a while since he’d been in contact with a human, other than Solomon, the shady sorcerer. Frustration consumed him as he learned that the human isn’t susceptible to his Charm, which is known to charm even the strongest-willed witches and wizards. How can an ordinary human with no magic whatsoever remain unaffected by his Charm? Still, it’s never deterred him. He is known to be persistent, and won’t stop until he can get the human in his bed and gain their affection. The human is realistic, honest with him. Something he isn’t used to. Everyone has always been so quick to shower him with praise, complimenting his face, fashion, body, skills in bed, whatever. They don’t worship him, unlike his partners in the past. Despite that, he always finds himself wanting to hear the human’s thoughts and opinions on everything about him.

Butterflies fill his stomach at the thought of the human, something he isn’t sure he’s felt before. Why should he care about someone who doesn’t think he’s the best creature in existence? When the human disagrees with him, he finds himself getting frustrated, throwing makeup brushes and lotion bottles around his room. When he calms down, he reluctantly picks them up, wanting to keep his room immaculate, but not wanting to actually clean his own mess. Yet, he keeps going back to them, only for them to be swept away by one of his meddling brothers, Mammon in particular? He doesn’t understand why they would want to even be in the presence of that greedy scumbag. Too many times, he’s had to complain to Lucifer about some of his more expensive skin or hair care products going missing.

Placing his hand on the table next to the human, he leans toward them with a small grin on his face. Their eyebrows raise in a question, as if asking what do you want? He’s getting to that. Be patient, human. “So, I went shopping with Mammon the other day and I bought tons of new lotions and oils. I was wondering if you wanted to try them with me? Of course you do, what am I saying? Who wouldn’t want an excuse to hang out with me?” With a small sigh that he chooses to ignore, they stand up to follow him to his room. Excited, he practically skips to his room, the human in tow. 

Upon reaching his room, he wraps his fingers around the doorknob and pulls it open, stepping inside to sit on his bed. The human follows, shutting the door behind them. “Oh?~ Naughty human,” he says, a glint of mischief in his eyes. They just sigh and settle on the bed, not too far, but not close enough. That’s okay, he’ll just close the distance. Scooting over, he reaches over to his nightstand, where he had set his lotions in preparation for the human arriving home from Hell’s Kitchen, where they’d gone with Beel.

“You’re annoying,” they say, rolling their eyes at him.

“Ah, but you love it~” He coos, snapping open the lid of one of the many lotions, squeezing a dollop of the cream into his hand. “C’mere.” The demon gestures to the human, rubbing the lotion onto their skin when they oblige. “This lotion will make your skin so soft~ And it makes you smell absolutely delicious~” His voice drips with seduction, tempting the human to let their guard down. To let him in.

“It does smell pretty good,” they admit, watching Asmodeus massage their hands with his slender fingers. A fanged smile appears on the demon’s face as he works, rubbing his thumbs in small circles on their palms. Once he’s finished, he lets go of their hands, reaching for the lotion bottle once more. Maybe it’s some Devildom magic, but the lotion seems to be working immediately, the human notes to themselves, feeling the soft flesh of their hands.

Humming, Asmodeus massages the lotion into his own hands, watching the human out of the corner of his eye. Just watching them, he feels the urge to pounce on them, ‘helping’ them give into their darkest desires. Unfortunately for him, his Charm doesn’t seem to have an effect on them, which is irritating, to say the least. What made them so powerful that they, an ordinary human being, could resist the temptation of the Avatar of Lust? He was curious, really. Curious to crack open their head and discover what’s inside. Amongst the blood and brain matter, he was sure to find something. The source of their power, maybe. Though he would never actually hurt the human, just the thought of the sickening crack of a skull got him excited, his pants becoming a little too tight. No, he could never hurt them. They mean too much to him. Hell, he can even go as far as saying that he loves them.

“Dude, what the fuck?” The human’s voice draws him from his reverie. Their eyes are a little too focused on his growing erection, he notices. “Are you getting hard from putting on lotion?’

“No. I just love you so much~,” he croons, his tone dark, sending a shiver down the human’s spine. Was the shiver from fear from his sudden mood change, or was it lust? His question is soon answered when the human slides off the bed, slipping in between his legs. They look so pretty on their knees, though it isn’t too often that he gets to see them in that position. The sight excites him.

Looking down at the human kneeling between his legs, he runs his fingers through their hair, as they rest their hands on his clothed thighs. His breath catches in his throat as he stares down at them, their eager eyes shining brightly back at him. Pink eyes follow the human’s hands as it inches closer to his crotch. He swallows thickly as their fingers latch onto the zipper of his pants, pulling it down, all while making eye contact with him. Their eyes are darkened with lust. For some reason, he feels a sudden pang of anxiety, but the routine is the same as it always is. The human notices and pauses, their eyes filling with concern.

“Are you okay, Asmo?” They ask, their voice soft, filling him with a new warmth.

Shaking his head, he swallows again and replies, “No, it’s okay. You can keep going.” As an afterthought, he adds another sentence to his reply, “Only if you want to, of course.”

“I want to.” Their eyebrows furrow. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting...strange.”

His signature grin creeps onto his face. Is he okay? No. Is he going to pretend that he is? Yes. “Of course, sweetheart. You’re always so concerned about me,” he says, a giggle bubbling from his throat as his manicured fingers brush the human’s cheek. “And I’m not strange! You’re so cruel to me!” A fake pout spread across his lips as he teased the human seated between his legs.

He squeals as the human smacks his inner thigh. “I’m not cruel. You’re just sensitive.” They stick out their tongue at him and he goes to bite it, but they’re quick to reel it back in. “Don’t bite me, you toad.” 

“C’mon,” he whines. “Just do what you came here to do and suck me off! I need you right now~” He palms himself through his pants, impatient.

“You’re so whiny,” they remark, smacking his hands away so that they can pull down his pants. He huffs, but doesn’t reply, just closing his eyes instead. Once his pants are down, he feels their hands on him, feeling him through his boxers. A small groan escapes his lips as he opens his eyes to look down at them. They're just a simple human. How could they have enraptured him in the manner that they did? The demon of Lust, pinned under the thumb of a weak, powerless human.

Grinning up at him, they shimmy his boxers down his legs, allowing his hardened cock to spring free from its confinements. A bead of precum oozes from the reddened tip. The human swipes their thumb along the demon’s slit, collecting the precum on the digit. They lick their thumb, looking him in the eyes the whole time. He shudders, the human’s actions exciting him.

Slowly, they lick along his length, starting from the base, slicking it in their saliva. They’ve barely done anything, but he’s putty in their hands, twitching and groaning softly. “You’re so sensitive,” they say, pausing their ministrations to blow on his tip, feeling a shudder wrack through his body. He bucks his hips lightly as they wrap their lips around his tip, giving it a soft suck. Annoyed, they pull away, sitting back on their heels.

“I’m sorry! I’ll be a good boy, I promise!” He whines, trying to slip his cock back between their lips.They’re stubborn, though, and seal their lips shut. “C’mon~ Please?” Seeing that they’re not going to give in so easily, he pulls back, starting to stroke himself, using the human’s drying saliva and his own precum as a lubricant. His hand slides up and down the length of his cock with ease and he can see the human in front of him, watching.

After watching him for a few seconds, they nudge his hand away, replacing it with their own. Asmodeus whimpers softly as their hand glides along his length. The whimpers turn to moans when they start teasing his slit with their tongue. Warmth encases his cock as the human takes him in their mouth, sucking as they slide more of him into their mouth. His hips buck again, and he can feel the human gagging and trying to keep his hips still. Their gagging just turns him on more, making him want to fuck their mouth until he cums. Yet doesn’t, allowing them to keep control of the situation. He’ll be the perfect pillow prince for them. Maybe they’ll even fuck him, if he’s a good boy. 

His fingers comb through their hair as they suck him off, gently pulling them further down his cock, feeling their throat clench around the intrusion. They gag again, focusing on breathing through their nostrils. He isn’t going to last long, he can feel it. Their throat is just so warm and tight.

Not too long after, he reaches his breaking point, spilling down their throat without warning. They pull away, wiping saliva and cum off their face. He stares silently at them for a few seconds, before grabbing them and pulling them up towards his bed. His human is so beautiful and he wants to show them how much he loves them, but they pull away, shaking their head.

“No, this isn’t about me. I just wanted to help you out,” they explain, making their way to the door. “This lotion smells really nice, by the way.” The door opens and Asmodeus starts to speak, causing them to pause briefly in the doorway, waiting to hear what he has to say.

“I love you,” he says. His eyes widen as he realizes what he just said, but it’s too late to take it back.

“I love you too, Asmodeus,” they reply, shutting the door behind him. Their response stuns him into silence, though he wants to call them back in.But why do I love you?, he wonders to himself. Why now? After centuries of only loving himself, why does he love someone else? Loving someone else adds unnecessary complications to his life. For his whole existence, he’s worn his heart on his cheek, not on his sleeve. The bitter taste of defeat lingers in his mouth as he stares at his door.

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

Was Johnny cage always on your master list or am I just blind?? Also, dom yandere Johnny content, please? I will pledge my allegiance to you🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄…

!!! 18+ THEMES, GN reader, abusive relationship, manipulation, love-bombing, mentions of blood and bruises, sadistic Johnny, guilt, mood swings, broken ribs, hospital visit, mating press, teasing, degrading, sugar daddy Johnny, overprotectiveness, elusions to Hollywood douchebags, mentions of collaring and tattoos.

Nah, you’re not blind, I actually added Johnny to my masterlist fairly recently CUZ I FORGOT ABOUT HIM. I HAVE ABANDONED MY BOY.

Anyways. Johnny. Just in general… good luck. He’s a master at lying, love-bombing, and manipulation. It doesn’t matter if his charm works on you or not. Somehow, you’ll end up fully-dependent on him without even realizing it (until it’s too late, that is). A man with that much money and notoriety can get just about anything, and that unfortunately includes you!!

I regretfully inform you that Johnny is a certified sadist. With everything going on in his life, he needs a way to get all of his anger and frustration out of his system, and hey… you’re right there, aren’t you? It just feels so good to push and smack you around. Bro will see the blood and bruises on your body and get bricked up. What a sicko.

(And he knows this. Somewhere in the back of his brain, he knows he’s sick in the head; in need of some serious professional help. There are days when the rage subdues, or the post-climax clarity settles, and he looks over the state of your body with sheer regret. What the fuck is he doing…? When did he turn into such a big piece of shit? What kind of a monster does this to someone they love?!)

(The answer is Johnny. Johnny is that kind of monster, and without any intervention, he’ll never stop being that monster.)

Mood swings are extremely common. One moment, he’s totally fine, casually flirting with you like nothing’s the matter. Then the next, he’s swinging 1.5K vases at you, cursing and screaming about something so insignificant. And when he calms down… he’s so sickeningly sweet. Whispers sweet assurances in your ear as he pulls out glass shards from your forehead, his gentle touch cleaning out the gashes left behind. He’s no doctor by any means, but he’s learned a thing or two about first-aid over the time he’s had you. Since an actual doctor is out of the question — too many frequent ER visits would absolutely raise some eyebrows — his care will have to do.

Unless if it’s extremely serious. Like the time he pushed you down the stairs and broke a couple of your ribs. He swore to himself in that hospital waiting room that he’d finally change. This was getting out of hand, and if he accidentally killed you… god, Johnny doesn’t want to think about that shit.

(Of course, old habits die hard. It wouldn’t take long before he puts his hands on you again.)

Mating press. Absolutely needs to fuck you in a mating press. He loves the eye contact, the intimacy, the everything about it. Positions where he can’t see your face are out of the question, as he thrives off of seeing your reactions during sex. He’d also rather hold your hands while fucking you; maybe he’s just a bit romantic like that.

Get ready for the meanest teasing you’ve ever heard. Johnny goes hard with degrading and dirty talk, to the point he canNOT shut up. “Look at you. Look at how pathetic you look. Yeah, take it. That’s right, just take it.” From the moment his hands on you to the final climax, he’s muttering nasty shit in your ears. You have been warned.

Sometimes, you’ll get a rare moment of vulnerability from him in the afterglow. Spilling his heart out, he’ll express apologies and praises between butterfly kisses on your face. He wants to be a good man; he really does. It’s just that… things have been tough. Having you in his life is the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and he wouldn’t know where he’s be without you. He loves you. Loves you to death. Won’t you stay by his side? You both need each other, don’t you? Yeah, there are some rough patches in your relationship, but isn’t this much better than your old life?

You can’t leave him; you’re just as dependent on him as he is of you.

Sugar Daddy Johnny Cage, my beloved. After making sure your only source of money is through him, he will spoil you rotten. Whatever you want, he’ll buy it for you. Does it make up for a black eye or two? Maybe, maybe not. That’s a thing you have to decide for yourself.

But you know, for what it’s worth, you’re not the only person catching Johnny’s hands. Do you know how many people he’s beat the shit out of over you? If anyone even thinks they can lay a finger on you, they’re dumb as fuck. Hell, there’s even a mugshot or two floating around the internet after assault charges were pressed, though the general consensus is that “Johnny Cage is based as fuck” for protecting his lover like that. Y’know, Get a man that would kill for you kind shit.

If only they knew the truth.

Actually, I can see a way to you could use this to your advantage. Tired of Johnny using you as a punching bag? Why don’t you direct his attention to others instead? Hollywood’s filled with weirdos, after all (Johnny himself is evidence of that). Play your cards right and he’ll take his frustrations out on the people who deserve it. Be involved with his career. Hang around the wrong crowd. Get rescued by Johnny every time. You’ll have to deal with him wanting to fuck you senseless afterwards, but it’s better than broken bones.

Be smart about this. Johnny is much more perceptive than most people think, and I don’t think he’d take too kindly to being played.

So, yeah. Johnny. I want this man to snap me on half. And he probably would with the right buttons pressed!! But if you’re normal and don’t want to be beaten into a bloody pulp, I suggest learning his mood swings and how to ride them out. Be a good little darling and act as his perfect arm-candy. Utilize puppy-dog eyes and pouts when needed, but sparingly. Don’t try to outdo an actor like Johnny Cage, okay? He’s leagues ahead of you when it comes to manipulation.

(Also, side note, he’s totally has a collar with your name bedazzled on it for you. Yes, you have to wear it everywhere. Yes, he tattoos his name into your neck if you refuse. Hope you like to wear layers!!)

[lena-thinks-too-much]

Question for all the bilingual folks out there

Specifically people who grew up bilingual. Not the kind of bilingual where you learnt one language for a while and add the second but the kind where you grew up learning two languages simultaneously (for reference my first words were in my native language and then I started learning English from the age of 2/3 and it was mostly a parallel process)

Anyways my question is, when you get mad or frustrated or whatever do you ever switch in and out of languages or to your native language even if you were speaking a different language literally seconds before? Or does it depend on who you're talking to and which language if either they speak?

Asking this because it used to really piss me off when bilingual characters in kids shows would randomly speak there native language to a bunch of people who clearly would never understand what they're saying because I didn't know a single bilingual person who does that and now I'm wondering if that was just a selective sample or if it had to do with how you became bilingual.

Cuz like I think, write, speak, and understand two languages fluently and interchangeably. And which one it is 100% depends on context and audience

Anyways wanted to know where y'all land on this

[orchid-prince]

My 1st Year of Drawing through Fanart

I really started in July, so it’s not a full year, but taking a look back at where I started in 2024 is pretty cool! Checking for improvement, noticing where I was struggling. I can even see what skill I was trying to pick up at the time based on the jump in the skills quality/the lack of focus on others. So before the year ends here is:

✨My First Year Trying to do Art✨ through the fanart I’ve made! Enjoy!! <3

Would you believe it took me 3 tries to get freaking BILL CYPHER right ?!? This is V2 actually but it’s a good indicator of where I was starting.

This was the first day I decided drawing was fun for me. I woke up, and immediately picked up my pencil to spend all morning drawing, without truly realizing it. Keep in mind I didn’t even have a pencil to draw with before this session, the other work in this notebook are, like, all pen.

🎀My baby spinel!!!🎀 I adore her🥰

Is the art good, not really, but you can tell who she is and at this point that’s kinda my only goal. If it looks like ‘em it’s close enough for me.

Side note: This is the piece that instilled the fear I will mess up any nice sketch by coloring it, a fear I still have to this day.

She may look decent here but in my sketchbook she’s ruined foreverrrr XD

Ok…maybe there’s a pattern with the kinda characters I’m compelled to draw.

Aaaanyway this is where I started focusing on hair more, the spikey look was my thing in the beginning while I was still trying to figure out how hair works. Lowkey I’m still trying to figure it out.

Also WHY DID I DRAW THE EAR LIKE THAT?!? What was I even going for 💀

Fun fact: Daria is my benchmark for progress! She’s been my favorite character since I was a teenager & she’s made of pretty simple shapes. I imagine when I get more confident I’ll take more liberties with how I draw her, like Jane, instead of trying to make it a one to one mimick.

Also bonus Sir Integra Hellsing, she was my first attempt to an actual anime style especially in the hair. And similarly to jinx you can tell this was more focused on learning on drawing her hair rather than her face. This was a trend for a few weeks which did come back to bite me in the ass with this next piece

Ya know what I didn’t see a theme with the characters I draw before I started making this post, and now I definitely do.

But OH you can SEE my struggle with her on the page🤦🏾‍♀️! This genuinely took me 2 days to do because her face frustrated me so much I rage quit till the next night.

After this I went back to practicing eyes and finally trying finding out how to draw mouths and lips in different ways and positions to avoid this problem (Didn’t work, I still often refuse to draw a face if the hair/body is pretty)

And to top it off I inked it & accidentally made her lids look like eyebrows, so now I have a fear of inking 🙄 Thanks Catra >.>

Now THIS is where I actually started staring at my hands for a good 30 seconds after drawing like “MY HANDS MANAGED TO MAKE THIS??” Because this was only 6 DAYS after I rage quit on Catra. Yet I can make this?!!? What?!?

This was genuinely just supposed to be a doodle to practice using his big ol’ grin to learn how mouths work cuz he’s all mouth and teeth. But lowkey, still have no idea how this and the next one happened. It was a weirdly good art-day for me but I had never been more proud. And shockingly I’m still really happy with how these came out, usually I get pretty ‘Meh’ on my favorites after a while. Maybe even kinda nitpicky, but these two feel like my magnum opus for the year.

^^Look at this!! If I could inject this I would! Angel Dust with Pinchers is the BEST version. I will not take criticism.

This, similar to Fizz, was mostly for his eyes and to try to get the flow of hair and fluff down.

By this point I discovered if I find which of my favorite character has a design quality that is unique that correlates to the skill, I can trick my brain into picking up the skill through hyperfixations and sheer force of will.

Aaand welcome to Valentine fails to figure out expressions and head positions, ;-; someone give me back my 3/4 front facing view cuz obviously I can’t do anything else.

This was the most low effort fanart but Marcy became a pretty easy character to draw by this point so I attempted a spooky vibe to try something new. Unfortunately they all just look traumatized, yet that kinda works for her character.

This is the point I started having a little problem, towards the end of October and beginning of November I screwed up.

I usually tried to draw every day if not every 2-4 days. Right before this I skipped over a week, for some reason tho that made me feel like my quality has begun slipping. Like if I don’t try to put lines to the page every day even if I’m just doing circles and not drawing anything productive I’m ginna lose all my progress and go back to square one. This Anya (from the game Mouthwash) is from my 4 inch doodle book I got to combat this problem.

While I’m not particularly proud of this one I will say if July Me saw this I think she’d be really proud and actually love it. So I chose to as well. Besides I adore that sweetheart Anya in any form she takes!

And last but never least: KEN TAKAKURA AKA OKARUN!!!

This is by far my favorite of my most recent drawings. Playing loosely with his shapes was pretty freeing, since I have a very stagnant idea of lines and forms, especially with hair, so getting to do Okarun was fun. His hair and collar felt very ‘scribbly’ to me which was actually fun because I wasn’t so focused on exact shapes how I usually am.

It’s not perfect (like those lopsided ears) and it’s not a direct mimick like Fizzarolli but I still really really like it.

If you go back and compare this one to even my first three I feel like I’ve gotten so much better in the last 6 months. It only makes me wanna keep trying!

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If you read all this, firstly thank you!!

Also keep drawing, draw every day you can. Or pick up the pencil right now and start, idc if you think it’s “bad” idc if you make 100 “bad drawings”. Art is first and foremost about having fun, feeling good while creating. Not just to get good at it, which ,not gonna lie, was my focus in the beginning. But what’s actually FEELS good in the moment is to finish up a picture and be like “WHOA I MADE that! It didn’t exist before, I made it exist!” Everyone deserves that feeling.

So pick up the pencil and get to it!

The world deserves to see what you can create <3

[mamadarama]

Just curious on your opinion here do you have any thoughts on the way Madara is being written? Recently I came to the realization that enstars writers aren't all that great,, and I notice that Madara at least in my opinion has had very little development and progression as a character but I'm genuinely hoping I'm wrong but I don't see much difference. And I do hope I'm wrong cuz I definitely haven't read every single story ever in Enstars and it could just really be Madara's character but it feels like he hasn't budged an inch and when DF rolled around it seems like he's gonna progress only for the writers to make him wanna split up literal months after (SS) and it was fine the first time since we explored that part of his character but right after that we got the Spring event and he's?? Back on his bullshit as if whatever happened during Secret Service didn't have much impact. And I do understand his character and all but I often wonder how much of that is just his character (immovable mountain with deep roots that will take years of continuous effort to move) or just the writers half assing because they can't think of a more compelling narrative for double face other than Madara wanting a breakup. It's especially sad to me with Last Mission because as much as I can understand DF being temporary and meant to end, it feels like nothing has changed in Madara during !! Era. I'm hoping that new gen Madara can change that since he's already featured in the new shuffle and scout story, and it does look like he's changing the vibes a little. Idk what are your thoughts and genuinely no hate here I love Madara and I'd love to hear your opinion :)

i think the writers do a pretty good job with the story actually !! i ended up spending a few hours writing like 3 pages of stuff so this one gets a readmore ^^;

theres a tldr at the end though if you dont wanna hear me talk in circles like some kind of maniac (understandable i dont either)

at this point madaras story is a tragedy and hes not really supposed to be a satisfying character . youre supposed to be some degree of frustrated with him like all the other characters are. the story isnt over yet though and maybe he will get a satisfying happy ending someday , but this is all buildup. having madara go through negative character development while the rest of the 3rd years have significant positive character development puts emphasis on one of the main points of his character: you cant help someone who doesnt want to be helped . shu wanted to become more empathetic. eichi wanted to unlearn his bitterness. kaoru wanted to leave his playboy reputation behind. izumi wanted to learn to control his emotions . madara has two sides to him that refuse to coexist— anger and misery. the angry side of him has given up on himself and leans into his perceived role as a villain because he believes alienating his friends is the only way to save them and for once be the hero. the miserable side of him is the sad and "selfish" part that keeps him returning to his friends again and again despite believing hes a bad influence on them, because he still seeks acknowledgment and praise from others and doesnt want to believe its too late for him. he bounces between these like a metronome . (maybe thats another layer of reasoning behind double faces name, idk) so, he doesnt know if he wants to be helped. he thinks he doesnt deserve it. pulling someone out of a ditch that deep requires some legwork on their part too, and if they wont put in that legwork, well... then there's nothing you can do. madara isnt quite a rooted mountain that takes a long time to move... hes more like an injured tiger pacing in its pit , so fixated on looking for a way out that it wont look up and see the entire top is open where its keepers are waiting to take it out and treat its wounds . now suppose this tiger is sentient enough to worry it might hurt someone on impulse when the disinfectant stings its wounds. additionally, lets say the tigers wounds came from falling and cutting itself on something in its habitat while making a risky jump , and it believes it deserves to be hurt for such a stupid misjudgment. so even when it notices the top of the pit is open, it will continue pacing pretending like it didnt. thats where madara is at right now .

madara broke up double face partly out of self sabotage, and partly out of a twisted attempt to "save" kohaku from him. kohaku and madara are an interesting contrast because their characters are set up in a very similar way. the difference between them is that kohaku doesnt hate himself even close to as much as madara does, and as a result he IS getting better. kohaku believes hes always going to be part of the underbelly of society doing dirty work and hes resolved to that like madara is, but he doesnt believe that means he has to do it alone . he acknowledges that hes not alone, he has the rest of alkakurei, the sweets club, jun, his sisters and tsukasa.... and madara. the first part of beating loneliness is recognizing youre not alone. madara thinks no one understands him (which in itself is its own kind of loneliness) and that if his friends understood "what he really is", they wouldnt love him. so in a way their presence eases one kind of loneliness and reinforces another. in his mind the only person who understands him is himself and therefore the only one who can save people from himself is also him.

theres a scene in last mission where madara says his reason for disbanding double face is something along the lines of wanting kohaku to live where he can feel the sun on him , and kohaku asks "what about my feelings?" . that pretty much sums up madaras entire thought process and why he isnt making any positive progress .

tldr; madara does have character development between es! and es!! , but its not positive. to have such a stubborn self loathing character make positive progress without a slow burn of warring with themself and dragging their feet would soften those traits. they want him to stand out and make you to go "ohh ok so this guy is MISERABLE miserable" .

so anyways i dont think its lazy writing its just character loyalty. but the fact that you noticed all that means youre reading him the way hes intended to be read. so congratulations!! you now understand what its like to be kohaku oukawa :) if he does get positive character development i hope its really slow though cuz if its too fast it would feel kinda abrupt. it needs to feel like hes fighting the writers for it to truly be madara

[mdhwrites]

With Amphibia, you once mentioned Ivy's episode with her mom (think it was "Ivy on the Run") as a great one, and thanks for the reminder, cuz'...that one really nagged at me.

If I remember correctly, the conflict between Ivy and her mom is that Ivy hates the chores she's made to do, while Felicia is frustrated with Ivy's rebellious attitude. At first, I liked this conflict, because you can understand both characters' frustrations.

And then, the resolution. Felicia explains that the reason she was making Ivy do said chores was to prepare her for adventuring in the wider world. With that understanding, Ivy reconciles with Felicia. Nice, all is well...

Wait a second. Why didn't you just tell Ivy that a long fucking time ago, asshole? The whole reason for Ivy's anger is because she wanted to go adventuring. And instead of going "hey, this is so you're prepared for adventures with me," you bitch about her attitude for the entire episode instead of fucking communicating?

It didn't occur to you to be honest with her until she tried to run away? She wouldn't have been so rebellious or tried to run away if you'd told her from the start why you were making her do these things.

This is never explained and seriously bogs down the quality of the episode, in my opinion. Why should I like a parent who keeps things from their child for no good reason?

So this one is simple and it's why I like it: Felicia still wants Ivy to take after her. Imagine these two situations:

"Hey, I'm going to teach you this because it'll be useful in combat later."

"Hey, do this because you need to learn to do this."

First one is more honest. The second one is WAY more useful. Because you know what Ivy knows how to do? Fold napkins, change tablecloths, sift tea, stuff like that. That's because of how Felicia trained her. Would she have done the same had her mom told her they were dual lessons in the first place... Or would she have ignored it?

It's an interesting twist on the karate kid formula that I feel is actually more honest, especially given Ivy's character. She is rash, excitable and adventurous. You merely try to teach her and she's likely prone to getting distracted or trying to get to the good part instead of internalizing what is going on. Or, you know... maybe focus on the adventures she's been promised instead of the actions she's performing, leading to movements that don't become a natural part of her being in a high stakes situation?

What is the kindest thing to do is not always the best for the person involved. Felicia wants her daughter to be well rounded but if she constantly dangled the carrot of adventure in her face, what good would that do Ivy? It might lead to a more cooperative child but what for? Because she's being bribed? And how long would that even work before she's constantly pestering Felicia to let her go. That she's ready. Etc. etc. They'd be right back here but no longer with and of the appreciation for mundane work that Ivy theoretically could have gained by genuinely having to invest in the tea shop itself.

But... Also the episode is a play on the Karate Kid and the trope for that is that the mentor doesn't tell you jack shit ahead of time. That you're given mundane tasks that actually lead to what indeed you desire. The only real difference is that there's not even a pretense of it being training ahead of time but like... Ivy's complaint is "I don't want to do chores."

...Yeah, Felicia is so unreasonable for trying to make her daughter do her chores without rewarding her or a deeper meaning behind it besides, you know, most kids are expected to help a little around the house. Oh no...

It's not like Felicia makes unreasonable demands. The closest is the plate that's got a microscope of dirt but that's the sort of silly Amphibia's tone sets a precedence for. Otherwise, she just asks for the chores to be done right and for her to take her lessons seriously. That is *checks notes* being a parent?

So yeah, is Felicia perfect? No. She's snooty and she's a bit high maintenance. She's not the most likable character in the world. Is she a bad mom? Not by any stretch of the imagination. She's invested in her daughter's future and is trying to balance her expectations with her daughter's desires. That to me is pretty admirable goal wise.

Then again, I feel like I'm deeply controversial in Cartoon Discourse by thinking that parents exist to raise children, not serve them so maybe I'm just not seeing this the same way. See you next tale.

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