#maybe even potrays….. maybe…..

[anonymocha]

mineral 6* collection is COMPLETE!!!!

[kald-dal-write]

Like the ending with Haymitch still holding onto Lenore Dove's memory and imagining her growing old with him would have probably worked better to be a hopeful and bittersweet ending if he was not portrayed as an alcoholic with depression in the main trilogy

"It's so romantic he never let go of her" Nah I think this man needs therapy to still have this much of an attachment to his high school sweetheart he had put on too high of a pedestal to begin with even when she was alive

[caruliaa]

one of the worst phenomena in fandom is when theres a character that everyone loves so much and thinks is the greatest guy ever who only ever does nice good things and then some other people start to point out examples of that not being true and then their narrative starts being that that character sucks forever so much and is only ever awful and the worst and we cant have any nuance about literally anything ever yayyy yipee !!!

[evening-desire]

More popular mean femboy please please please imma kiss your feet, gotta see him vulnerable and flustered (im losing it)🙏

hello- you don't need to kiss my feet pooks, come kiss me on the mouth instead /hj, also i hope this one is to your liking 🧎‍♂️

yandere! popular! mean! femboy x gn! childhood friend! reader part 2

tw : male yandere, gn reader, vulnerability, bullying, manipulation, suggestive, yandere is a freak, also i potray the femboy as gyaru type of femboy.

so although yandere femboy never showed his vulnerable side, he does have his vulnerable moments sometimes, but of course he'll only let one person sees that part of him while no one else can, not even his parents. only you.

you're the one who's been there with him the whole time, from the start until the present. you're the only person who's seen it all, seen all of yandere femboy's sides, seen all of his secrets and moment of weaknesses.

there's a fair amount of times when you hold him close in your arms as he cries softly into your chest, his tears soaking your shirt as he lets out all of his frustration and burden off his shoulder. you don't even need to say anything, don't need to say fake comforting words to him, just stay by his side, hold him, and he's already content.

maybe it's the real him that he's showing you, that deep inside- he's still the same fragile little boy that you used to defend from the mean kids back then, the same wide eyed boy with shy smiles and rossy chubby cheeks stained with tears are still there, he's still the same old him.

or maybe- it's his plot all along, to keep you by his side, to make it seems like he's still dependent on you, so you would stay out of pity. it feels nice to be wanted and needed right? he just hoped that you won't ever see the winning grin on his pretty little face when you hold him close to you.

yandere femboy is not easily flustered, he's the embodiment of control and manipulation, he's the one who get people flustered by his fake tooth-rotting sweet and whinny voice, using his looks to manipulate and use people.

but when he does get flustered, like genuinely flustered, it's of course- can only be done by you and you only, his darling. the twist is- he can always tell whenever you purposely try to tease him or not.

if you do try to make him flustered purposely, he would stare at you for a second before laughs at your face mockingly, now you're the one who's flustered as he pats your heated cheeks softly trying not to poke your eyes out with his brand new acrylic set.

"you gotta try harder than that hun" he commented with a wink as he continue to chew on his strawberry flavoured bubblegum while typing furiously on his phone, probably bullying some randoms online before shooing you off to buy him something.

but if you do somehow succeed on making him flustered without you even realizing it- you'll get him flustered, hard. he would sweat a bucket, avoiding eye contact, face all red, and tried so hard to insult you, but the words that are coming out of his mouth is all shaky, reducing him into a stuttering mess.

and the things that you do to make him flustered is somethings that are very weirdly... normal... like if when you do anything that he asked (ordered) without any complaint, or when you opened the door for him, and even the smallest thing like when you brushed off a single strand of hair out of his face will turn him into a boiled crab.

or when you get angry. he also thinks you're weirdly attractive when you're fuming. you've been very preserved since you two were still in kindergarten, you won't be mad when he stole your favorite crayons, you won't yell when he ate all of your favorite parts of your sandwich.

even until now- when he treats you like you're nothing but his servant, ordering you around before laughing at your "lame" self. you still complied without any comment.

but when you finally snap. it awoken something inside of him, something that he never thought he would feel.

maybe it's the way your eyes are blazing when you get mad. the way your chest is rising and falling fast. your jaw is clenched, lips parted, skin heated, and you’re standing your ground like you’re ready to throw him off the building.

and goddamn, why is it hot?

is it because he's so used to people cowering before him, that the feeling of being smaller than you makes him excited, it's like he just discovered a new drug if you can say.

yandere femboy feels the back of his neck get warm. then his ears. then the apples of his cheeks. “oh,” he says, too softly. then louder in realization “oh...” he’s flustered. actually flustered.

which is ridiculous. he doesn’t get flustered. he flusters people. he likes control. he owns it. but the way you’re looking at him like you might strangle him with your fingers around his neck, and it’s doing things to him.

i might make a sketch for yan femboy but who knows when

divider by @.adornedwithlight & @.cafekitsune

[ephemii]

Hello! First of I wanna say i LOVE UR ART SM and your art style is just *chef's kiss*. I was just curious about your oc, i know you said she has to almost go undercover and not potray herself as a girl. Do any of the twst characters know her actual gender identity? She is so cute and I lover her design!

Hello!!! Yes, there are a good few of them that know that she's a girl. Her group of first years all know, of course, as well as crewel and trein. Vil and rook have suspected it, and after book 6 it was confirmed for them, and the Savanaclaw trio also know (because... duh lols)

Although my favorites in this case would be Ruggie, I think!

He always knew, of course. It's just that actually getting to see Grace dress femininely is a bit rare! Even when she's out with the first years, she continues to dress up a bit more androgynous. The one frequent case he gets to see her a bit more dolled up is when they're on their way to the many jobs they hop between in the city! "there's a difference between necessity and courtesy!" she would argue, "I need to make a good impression."

...Then there's another case entirely, where she actually begins to realize the comfort she feels in both being feminine and being androgynous. In a way, it actually made her feel a bit more free with her identity!

Maybe one day I'll actually start writing those drabbles and fics for Grace and the twst cast. Sigh. Anyway, please excuse the awful lighting ^^;

Thank you for the kind words, anon! You're very sweet!! ����🌷

[jinkiezzsstuff]

The Dog And The Deer

Alastor x werewolf/dog GNreader

ever since i found out alastor was attacked by dogs i awaited for a fic with a dog reader but alas i never found one, honestly love the idea so i splurged one out but im not sure im the happiest with it. also thank you to anyone who read my lucifer x reader it’s pretty wild like that many ppl liked it made my butthole pucker tbh. i hope y’all enjoy this kiss kiss

warnings: no YN, no alluding to or mentioning of bodytype/hairtype/skin colour or gender, morally grey reader(maybe?), descriptions of blood and animal death (nothing gorey yuck), cannibalism on alastors part, swearing, slowburnish, i think that’s all?

words: 4K

Alastor’s eye twitched watching as the mutt demon trotted around the hotels foyer with Angel. There was no worse stench then that of a dog. One of the few traumatic memories Alastor still holds close is the smell of wet dog along with memories of their jaws and teeth. Although, no one would ever catch him showing how uncomfortable your presence made him, that’d take away the image he’s created and potrayed throughout his nearly hundred years of being dead.

Yet as much as he hated every bit of your demonic form, he couldn’t help the slight tinge of desire to get closer to you, strange as it may be. You’re charasmatic and expressive, you let your ears and tail display the emotions you felt freely without holding back like he did. You got along with everyone at the hotel perfectly and you seemed to have a head on your shoulders; helping Charlie out with problems she couldn’t solve, and quipping back with fast remarks to insults thrown at you. Hell, you even got on Husks good side, a literal cat, a dogs worst enemy and vice versa.

Luckily no patron paid mind to the fact he always took the furthest spot from you at the table, or how his eyes never met yours in conversation, or that he never directly talked to you, more at you before walking off. No, nobody cares about his distance between himself and you, and if they did they knew better than to bring it up to him. Therefore he worried not about confronting you- that was up until this point. Watching with an unamused look, eyes lidded as he followed your figure waving bye to Angel and turning to him. You practically skipped your way over to him with a smile and he fought make the urge to get up and zip away.

You on the other hand, despite knowing his carnage good and well, respected the demon for the formalities he carried, as well as the little mortality he did have. It didn’t go unnoticed by you how much he seemingly hated you, you weren’t dense, but Charlie explained that Alastor was a generally private and mysterious overlord so you chalked it up to being his ‘thing’ paid no mind.

You will admit though, you were hoping that after a month or so of attending the hotel, he’d open up to your presence a little more. He wouldn’t. But! He still fed you when he cooked, woke you when you slept in, and kept you out of harms way as he did the other attendees, as well as escort you out whenever others were busy.

After a gossip session with Angel last night, you two concluded it was time to get to the bottom of the situation. Angel immediately went to the assumption he either wanted to fuck, or kill you, which you hoped he didn’t want to kill you, thankfully you moved along the topic by distracting Angel with other topics. You knew Angel out of anyone would be able to sniff out the fact you had the hots for the radio deer.

But that conversation is what landed you beside the radio demon on the couch, who statically crackled as you did so. “Hello Alastor, you look relaxed today, how’s everything going.” The deers eye twitched, a slight fog of black lingered up and around the couch, his smile strained and you could hear the sound of staticy disembodied voices in and around you.

You weren’t stupid to the fact he didn’t like you for sure now, but you were stupid enough to pretend you didn’t know. So you stayed smiling nervously up at him, but he simply stared forward. And after a few short moments he seemed to perk up ever so slightly snapping up and out of it. “Well my dear, i am doing just fantastic! Today has been one of leisure, i very rarely get to take those!” He exclaimed broadcaster voice in full effect, the smog and stactic zipped away as he composed himself entirely. You relaxed just slightly feeling just a little more welcomed. “That’s good to hear Al, I’m glad you get some time to yourself. You’ve done a lot with your magic for this place. Must be draining.” Alastor hummed daring to take a peak down at you.

You seemed to have all guards down around him, your canines poked out of your mouth slightly, quietly your tail thumped happily beside you, which he admittedly found to be quite adorable and idiotic why aren’t you more alert?. “You’re too kind darling, too kind. But I must go, I have to prepare my dinner.” Standing Alastor dusted himself off and swung his arms behind him, but before he could get anywhere you stood with him, your tail rapidly wagging. “Could i help?” Alastor’s ear twitched at that, his escape plan wasn’t very effective.

“Well, my dear, it’d be a little difficult, i like my meat, fresh.” His voice dropped an octave static taking over his voice, this time though he properly looked down at you, meeting your gaze. It sickened him that the first thing that crossed his mind was how enchanting your eyes are. You were a breed of demon he’d rather not associate with, and any lovey dovey emotion weakened his demonic image, and scrambled his mind with confusing emotions he’d rather not confront.

“Don’t worry Al, Vaggie told me you eat deer, i don’t really see the big deal about that one. Maybe i can try some.. oh do you hunt? I can totally catch it for you, this dog body is built for that!” You said hurriedly standing alongside him hands clasped in front of you almost like you were begging. Never would you say so, but were desperate to spend some time with him, it was stressful walking on eggshells all the time just for him.

Alastor’s eyebrows rose, he was decently pleased with the idea of a hunting partner, shrugging his shoulders he agreed, humming indifferently at you. “Follow me sweetheart, there are no deer out here!” Grinning wildely you skipped behind him, finally getting the attention you so desperately wanted from him. You mostly hid the longing to have the same attention the others got, while he literally pulled the others toward him, he kept metaphorically pushing you away. He never pulled you into song and dance, touched you, talked to you, hell half the time he wouldn’t even look at you as if you were a ghost. You also tried to interrogate everyone on his behaviour without appearing to obsessed, luckily the only one who seemed to notice this frantic questioning was Husk.

Husk was a good guy though, and took it with ease promising to not mention the sudden interest in Alastor and his behaviour. He did warn you to ‘watch your ass’ diggin into business that wasn’t your own. Outside of Husk mentioning that Alastor’s never been a fan of animals, a one off thing you barely paid mind to, the investigation left you empty handed. Nobody at the hotel really understood Alastor’s behaviour. Or Alastor in general, but you held hope they would.

“Here we are my dear,” Alastor exclamiend theatrically swinging his door open and leading you inside to the woody section of his room with his microphone positioned in the middle of your back. The furthest he’s ever gone to touch you, in truth. Focusing your eyes ahead you didn’t look around much, not wanting to be rude and stare at everything, though it was hard. You wanted to see how he liked things in his personal space, when he was all alone.

“Is this like a personal farm or something, are you like a breeder or…” You questioned quirking a brow up at him. Alastor chuckled quietly you could hear an audience echoing his laugh around the two of you. “No no, this!” He exclaimed stretching his arms out toward the greenery. “Is a glimpse straight into the forest, where the freshest of meats frolic.” Alastor looked back at you wicked grin on his face. “Ready to show me what you’re capable of, pup?”

Swinging his microphone around he then stuck it out toward the wilderness. With what he said you felt the need to impress him, so with smile and a nod you took off. After fifteen minutes, you returned. Alastor stood impatiently picking at his claws bored expression gracing his face, although his smile still present. Considering you planned to show off, you came back full demonic form on display and with two deer; one deer, sagged dead between your teeth, the other in your grasp.

Once Alastor decided to look up from his nails, he was petrified, and fought against the urge to flee like the prey he was reborn as. Alastor wouldn’t ever admit his fear directly but it was palpable, you could even smell it on him thanks to the fact you had the heightened ability to smell the stress hormones. To Alastors defence you appeared more dog than sinner at this point, a twisted mutation of what could’ve been a dog or possibly werewolf, he wasn’t sure and honestly neither were you. What he was sure of was that it made him nauseous looking at you and angry that you had that effect on him by simple existing.

Coming back to yourself, and what you’d typically look like, you dropped the deer at his feet, but he only stared at you, particularly your blood covered teeth. “Alastor what’s wrong? Uh, whatever happens in the forest stays in the forest?” You quickly say, panicking at such a display, you didn’t know him that well and visually you couldn’t entirely pick up on what he was thinking but you could pick up the way his blood rushed quicker through his veines, and how he clenched his teeth tighter than ever. “Nothing.” He snapped out fast as ever, but what shocked you most is the radio static in his voice left completely, you actually heard him.

Stepping an inch closer, testing the waters, you slowly reach out to his arm. Your gaze was locked on his eyes to try and find anything that could have given you the slightest hint at whether or not to pull away, but you found none. So crossing your fingers, metaphorically, you closed the small gap between you and him, very gently placing your hand on his arm.

Quietly you spoke. “I’m not sure whats wrong Al, but i know something’s up, and I know how you like to protect your image so don’t worry, i swear on my after life i won’t tell a soul about this.” Much to his dismay, he gave into your words of comfort, his posture falling slightly. Alastor’s smile never fell, but other parts of him did, like his ears and finally his eyes. He looked down to you and you could finally tell something was seriously fucked with how easily he let himself give in. “I was attacked by dogs before i died, is all, my dear. Ahhh, sometimes those pesky human emotions still remain present.“

“Is that why you avoided me?” You questioned putting the pieces together. With more confidence you moved a step closer to him, and he made no moves to stop you. “Yes, I apologize for my rude display, I’m not fond of dogs.” You inwardly scoffed. Dog, you were like, more of a werewolf anyways which was way cooler. “Well Alastor, what better way to overcome discomfort than befriending a dog! Than you’ll never have to worry about any dog sinner getting the upper hand!” Somewhere in that sentence was comedy gold, apparently, considering Alastor erupted into insane laughter which just had you awkwardly standing there watching as he vibrated joyfully.

Once his cackling was finished, he wiped away a non existent tear and bent toward you. With a pinch of your cheek Alastor gently shook your head side to side. “How adorable you are, someone getting the upper hand? On me? Ahah! Now i see why you and Husker get along so well! Silly little house pets, assuming such silly things.” You gently pushed his hand away a little upset by the quick switch in demeanour, not that he’s not been like this before, he was known for this. “Well, whatever, i meant well. Anyyhoo, does that mean we’re cool now?”

Al cocked his head to the side, repeating ‘cool’ to himself as if he didn’t know the word before shaking his head, and confirming that you two were indeed ‘cool now’. “Perhaps we should hunt together more often my dear, after all i’ve never had someone bend over and swear secrecy in return for nothing. You must be dying for a little bit of private time with me.” Gaping at him you watched as he turned his back and started a walking away. Snapping his fingers, the deer disappeared from your feet and reappeared on a table, big enough for two.

“Yeah right, I’d never that’s, uh, barf y’know.” You muttered collecting yourself, still a little ashamed he had seen right through you. “Come, dig in! After all this was your catch my little pet, it’d be so unkind to leave you without. Dogs do enjoy that, correct? Rewards.” Now sat across from him, your mouth fell in a flat line, ears drawn down. “Yeah, sure, just as much as deers like to be eaten huh? Why don’t you hop up on the table deer, doggy wants their reward.” You shot back, possibly a bit flirtatiously as you’d truly prefer him being your treat, your reward.

A record scratch sounded out from him, effectively causing a silence to wash over the two of you. You coughed, and a meek smile graced your face as you eyed the meat in front of you, then back to his eyes. Alastor seemed to be in quiet contemplation as he looked at you, his smile once open, now closed but his eyes relaxed signalling that he wasn’t going to launch himself over the table and maim you for what you said.

You both sat watching each other seeing as he made no movement or noise. The silence made your worried mind wander, while other parts of your mind foolishly wondered if what you said sparked any particular interests in him.

After all, you believed it was pretty hard to miss the double entendre there especially when you purred it out to him like a horn dog succubus. Sitting up straighter in an attempt to conceal your anxieties, you met Alastors calm gaze that never strayed from your form. It was like he could see straight into your mind and your heart kicked up with the worry of ‘could he read fucking minds.’

“So! I’ve seen you and the spider have gotten along swimmingly. Tell me, why does such a shy thing like yourself prance around with such a fellow? One that draws unruly attention wherever he goes?” Alastor finally broke the silence materializing a fork and a knife to dig into his meat. You were relieved the tension finally broke and you could move past the comment, for now. However bringing up the topic of Angel seemed quite calculated on his part.

“Angels amazing, especially when you get to know him Al. Plus, he knows what it’s like to be pushed around by men, he never puts me in the position where i’m the target of some sleazes desire.” You rant turning the dead deer towards you, not bothering to ask for cutlery as you planned to dig in- claws and teeth. “Hm, i suppose that could be true my dear, but i can’t help but be skeptical seeing how utterly opposite the two of you are.” You waved a hand lazily, ripping into the deers leg and nawshing down.

“I don’t even know what you mean by that.” Alastors eyebrows quirked at your rude gesture, that being speaking with your mouth full, but he wasn’t too surprised as he reminded himself you were just a dog. “It’s as clear as a sunny day pup! You are so unsure of yourself! Oh my, I just love watching you shrink into yourself at the sight of any demon outside the hotel. One of my favourite past times is walking around the ring with you as you shake like a chihuahua that lost its mother!” You watched mouth full as he threw his head back and laughed, again, quite theatrically.

The laugh track sounded with him as he did so, his ears perked happily, hand draped over his heart. You couldn’t be mad at what he said when he just looked so, adorably goofy. Obviously you hated being in hell and near other sinners, they were gross the majority of them wanted to harm you in some way, so you weren’t bothered at all that he could tell you were afraid of them, but you were curious as to why he decided to steer the conversation this way.

“Well Alastor, we’re all afraid of something. Oh and by the way- even though you only come to watch me cower- i still enjoy whenever we go out together.” You admit switching between inspecting your meat and looking at Alastor as he ate his. Alastor covered up the shock that he felt by taking a few silent bites. Briefly he reflected on what there was to like, after all he barely spoke to you during the outtings, he always walked fast and slightly ahead of you so you were always racing to catch up, he couldn’t find a single reason you’d enjoy being with him.

“Do you?” He finally inquired his head falling to the side, looking up to him you nodded, swallowing before speaking this time. “Yeah, truthfully it’s entertaining to me too. Watching everyone around us move away from you, whisper n gossip about you, all while you pay no mind with your head up, unbothered. Oh! And your radio too, I am not sure if you notice, but when you hum your radio just hums out with you, it’s nice especially since i’m too afriad to put in a headset. Oh and of course, you make me feel safe.”

Leaning forward slightly, Alastor placed his silverware down and placed his elbows on the table. Behind him his tail subconsciously wagged, pleased to hear that you had felt safe with him. It was an unusual emotion that sparked through his chest and he wasn’t entirely comfortable with it. It made him feel like he was loosing control to another sinner, and that was a big no no.

Alas, Alastors curiousity outweighed his distaste for the emotion soaring through him and instead decided to full speed ahead into it. Perhaps because that felt like he in some way gained control back by choosing to breathe into it rather than run. “I’m pleased to hear that my dear,” Alastor started slowly, dragging out his words buying him time for what to say next. “Had I known before i could’ve arranged something. You do know i have quite the little posse of shadows on my side, correct?”

Alastors eyes were lidded watching you lean back in your seat ever so slightly, shadows beginning to wisp around the floor by your feet. “I didn’t think you’d do that for me Al.” Resting his head on his hand, he ‘tsked’ at you. “And why is that my dear.” The expression on your face read pretty clearly as ‘are you kidding me’ but Alastor wanted to hear you speak. “To me it was pretty obvious, up until this point I had asssumed you hated me!”

The frustrated exclamation really didn’t bother him, instead he kissed his teeth, rolled his eyes and shook his finger like a scolding mother. “Silly pup, you know what they say about assuming, it makes an ass out of you and me.” Rolling your eyes right back you cracked a smile at him. It seemed to you he was trying to banter along with you, which was progress, and made your stomach flip. “Oh shush Alastor, you absolutely loathed my presence up until you could find a use for me.”

Alastor hummed flatly, checking out his claws. “Not true.” Snapping his fingers the deer left untouched disappeared leaving the table barren. Alastor stood and undid his coat walking away leaving you hanging. Shocked by his sudden reaction, you stood the table vanishing behinfd you. “What do you mean Al?” He hung up his jacket, now left only in his vest you standing behind in patiently. Once hung up Alastor turned to you and smiled mischievously down at you. Before you could question him, he grabbed your face under your chin and grasping your cheeks.

“Oh my silly little dog, you think your form was the only thing pushing me away. No,” Gawking up at him as he invaded your space for the first time in your months of being here, he stood inches away from you forcing your head up to look into his eyes. “I admit, i’ve been dealing with more unpleasant emotions than fear. You’re quite divine, you know.”

You felt like you were melting and your heart raced in your chest and the radio demon looked down at you with a softness you’d never seen in his eyes before. His hand released your cheeks and instead he started gently caressing you, loving the way you shivered just at his touch. “You’re hard to put up with, my dear. Allow me to confess you’ve been the the most difficult sinner to rid from my mind. Silly as that may be. I have ridiculous thoughts about what you may think of me, how i look, my golly i even ponder whether you desire my presence when i push you away. I also wonder what other undeserving sinners have your attention, have their paws on you.”

As he spoke he inched closer to your face, his hand cupping your cheek while the other ghosted up your arm, barely making contact with your flesh. You felt weak at the knees as he hovered above you with suck a coy smile, his red eyes looking straight into your own. “Al..” You trailed off almost warningly, but all he did was hum lazily bringing his face even closer to yours.

You could smell his fragrance one you couldn’t fully pinpoint as one thing. Definitely a cologne of sorts, mixed with blood, deer guts, and the faintest scent of pine. “Tell me sweetheart,” Alastor started dragging his hand from your cheek to gently grabbing your neck, making you swallow. “Do you hold the same interest in me as i do you?”

He almost sounded as if he was mocking you when he asked, but you were too lost in a haze from this fucked up foreplay he had going on to notice. Instead you nodded just barely moving your head but you knew he’d see it. “Of course you do, good little pup. I noticed.” Alastor hissed out darkly before pulling you by your neck flush against his body.

You squeaked but it was hushed by Alastors lips connecting with your own. You hands flew up to his chest grabbing on for dear life. In fairness the kiss was pretty soft, but you were so shocked your body reacted a bit harshly. He kept his smile against your lips, you matching his pace unashamed at how quick you kissed him back. His right hand kept on your throat controlling how close you were to him while his other hand danced up to your head to push your lips closer to his.

Pulling away abruptly Alastor shot up straight suddenly holding you at a distance by both shoulders. Your body ragdolled to his command barely catching your footing as you were in a lovey dovey haze. “Perhaps that is enough for today! Don’t want to get carried away now! You deserve proper treatment from a gentlemen!” Broadcaster voice back in play, you winced as he tonned down his volume for quite awhile up until this point.

However your annoyance didn’t last seeing as Alastor actually wanted to go out with you, so instead you smiled up at him. “How kind of you Al, maybe we can have more deer?” Dusting yourself of invisible dirt, Alastors hands retreated behind his back. “Of course my deer sounds like a gas! But for tonight perhaps we should relax. I have to get to a meeting within the next few hours, but i thoroughly enjoyed our time today!”

Smiling at him as he lead you to his door this time his hand pressed gently against the small of your back. “I really enjoyed it too Al, especially the part when you kissed me that was my fave.” You teased watching as he looked away his ears tilting to the sides ever so slightly.

“Yes, well, i did as well. Now then! Carry on i must get appropriate, ta-ta!” He exclaimed pushing you out of his room and shutting the door behind you, and while you giddily ran off hyped to tell Angel about everything, Alastor collapsed against the door smile strained heart pounding in his chest, incredibly uncomfortable with how to deal with these emotions, but please at the same time with experiencing something he’d not felt before.

[stay-determinated]

Spade king is suppose to represent Susies and Kris fathers.

Queen and King are often potrayed as some sort of motherly and fatherly figure in the media. We can see it even in Tobys work, like Undertale where Toriel and Asgores whole personalities are basicly "mom and dad"

We can see it in Deltarune too with Queen. Even if she isn't as soft spoken and sweet like Toriel, or cold and scary like Carol, she is ment to represent mothers of the lighters.

She bakes pies and drinks alcochol like Toriel, she is controling and protective of Noelle, she doesn't give a damn about Berdly the same way his real mother doesn't care about him in the snowgrave route (Kris is the one who at night took him to the hospital) and she tries to connect with Susie but fails (prehaps this is how her mother is like?)

But most imporantly she wants to make the lighters happy, like every mother figure wants.

If Queen is presented as a mother figure, then maybe King too is a parent figure?

In my opinion, he seems to represent both Asgore and Susies father. Both of these personalities seems to crash with eatchother and it's easier to point out than with Queen.

Susie's Father side.

King is very familair to Susie.

Cold-hearted with little compasion and dangerous. He doesn't seem to care about anyone, not even his own child since he is ready to kill him in an instant if the Fun Gang doesnt surrender.

We don't know what Susies home life is like, but it can't be that good. Shes always hungry, she wears dirty, torren clothes, she acts dangerous and mean and she doesn't even call her parents to tell them that shes going to sleep somewhere else.

I think this side is ment to represent her father. Chaos King and Susie hate eatchother, Susie has a nad home life and she is close any man who could be a father figure to her (Gerson, Tenna even)

Asgore's side.

King has a very soft side that is ment to represent Asgore.

His sprites change. He looks soft, sad, sweet and...very fluffy, like Asgore. The shadows that hide his face disappear, showing him fully.

He speaks calmer, nicer, vulnerable - It's all very reminiscent of Asgore. When hes in this state, he seems to care about Lancer more, calling him his "little bouncing pumpkin"

He also does this if Ralsei pacifys him:

In his final moments of consciousness, he seems to think about his son.

Or, funnier version. In his final moment of consciousness, he calms down and just calls Susie a pumpkin, which would imply that he's a lot sweeter when he's not mad. If that's true, then Spade king seems to be nicer when he's tired.

He also acts nicely without a reason...

Before suddenly turning back to the mean side

It's the best way to show how his two personalities crash.

Even if the whole kingdom hates him and is scared of him, Lancer isn't, even if King was threating to end his life. Lancer speaks to him very nonchalantly, he seems to want him approval (He wants to be "the son of the month") and he seeminly can even step on him without being punished as seen in chapter 4.

His actions are paraller to what Asgores actions are in UNDERTALE.

They both been abandoned by lighters/humans, but King Spade wants revange while Asgore doesn't. King of spade is not a villan without a reason, he feels betrayed by lighters because they left him and his kingdom in that unused classroom.

He is very, very simillar to Asgore but also very very simillar to Susie. But we know Susie isn't really like this, so maybe he acts like someone who she took this bully persona from?

Also the same way Queen wants lighters to be happy, King wants to protects his people from lighters who hurt them. Being protective is the most fatherly figure someone can be.

[archivemyfic]

I'm glad JayVik died

(Little rant over Viktor twinkification).

So I rewatched Arcane season 1 and I remembered just how much I loved Viktor as a character, when I first watched the show. Like the personality, his looks, the disablity representation and even the accent. To me that was peek character design. So I'm so sad that most of the time when he is brought up, it's related to Jayvik. I hate the way he's potrayed in that ship. Reducing him to a fragile twink bottom or something, revolving his whole character around that relationship! A lot of the shippers of this pair are already problematic enough (hating on Sky and Mel for "getting in the way", insulting the creators for denying a romantic dynamic, discrediting any other ships involving their faves) but the way some of them mischaracterize Viktor is sooooo annoying. Jayce doesn’t get the same treatment tho, his character is talked about outside of his relationship. People are actually interested about him, making funny headcanons about his persona, noticing details about his journey/growth. While everytime I check the Viktor tag, 80% of it is Jayvik. I think it's partly because people don't infantilize Jayce as much, because he is seen as the "dominant top" (once again falling into the stereotypes and fetishization of gay men) so people actually explore him outside of his relationships. So yeah, I'm glad Jayvik died. That will set both of these characters free. Eventually, let the hype die down, let a few years pass and a few spin-offs debut, and maybe then when I will look Viktor up, I will finally see more analysis of his persona, beyond his link to Jayce.

[cessmaga]

genshin fans: "hoyo is fatphobic by making their first "fat" character eat alot and sit on people!!!! 😡😡🤬🤬"

also genshin fans: *makes fatphobic stereotypes jokes about her by how she eats a lot*

I'll never forgive y'all for reducing varesa as a fat stereotype because she's "fatphobic" 💀

[aspd-confessions]

I have a question and tbh idk if this was asked multiple times or you're tired of these type of questions so feel free to not answer

I'm currently writing a story where one of the main characters has ASPD, what do yall think is the best way to potray and represent them without stigmatizing them further?, and if you can, is there any examples of characters that had a good representation of ASPD? implied, canon or just a headcanon, you could either link me to blogs, articles or even give a singular answer or show an example, anything goes :]

I've done research, however i feel that i need atleast a few people's opinions and answers on this since I've seen a TON of unsavory stuff online, and i want to do the best of my abilities making sure people genuinely feel seen in them and make others get educated and change their opinions on the subject especially since I don't have the disorder myself :]

thank you all in advance!

I actually have not gotten any asks like this. I've been waiting for one. This might be long, so answer is under the cut.

1. We're not only villains. In stories, people can be the lawful neutral character or even the "good guy"/"hero" (not saying you can't have a villain with ASPD, that should just be handled in a delicate? manner). ASPD is about patterns of behavior like rule breaking, impulsivity, and a disregard for authority, not just about WANTING to hurt people for fun. We aren't cartoons. Most of us are just trying to get through life like everyone else, our brains are just wired a little differently. It's okay to show someone doing bad things, just try to show the *why* behind it - trauma, environment, survival, etc.

2. Show complexity. Your character can be manipulative and love their pet. They can lie and still have a weird sense of loyalty. They can hate authority but still protect their little sibling. Give them depth - ASPD doesn't erase humanity.

3. Don't make them "redeemable" only if they become "normal" or neurotypical. Growth can and should happen in characters, but not everyone with ASPD will turn into the poster child for a moral compass. Show personal development without showing the disorder as something that needs to be "cured".

4. Avoid "no feelings = monster". A lot of us do have feelings, just not always in the typical ways. We might feel anger more than guilt, or boredom more than sadness, but that doesn't mean there is no humanity. You can write characters who are emotionally flat in some aspects but still have depth in others.

5. Consider letting them be functional. Of course you can have a character with ASPD who doesn't have a job or family, but a lot of us do. A lot of us are employed, married, raising kids, leading groups, and otherwise functioning in society. You can write people with ASPD who's a lawyer, doctor, business owner, etc. Just maybe not the evil one for once.

6. Avoid vague, one-line traits. Instead of only showing manipulation, a lack of emotion, and violence, mix it with dry humor, sarcasm, social insight, and loyalty to one person or a small group of people.

7. Show relationships beyond romantic ones. A common trope is for the bad guy to "get" the girl and be "fixed" by love. Instead, show friendships formed by shared interests or mutual benefits. Show family loyalty, annoying mentorships, begrudging partnerships, or found families with clear boundaries.

8. Let them exist without the need for redemption. Kind of goes with #3, but not everyone character with ASPD needs to learn to feel empathy or guilt or "become good". Growth can look like gaining better impulse control, learning to maintain relationships, or setting up systems that let them function without harm.

I don't really know any good character examples. I watch like 7 movies and maybe 3 TV shows.

[nose-rice]

Guys I NEED to rant about my thoughts on Nuru because i love her <3 ramblings ahead

Like I feel like in almost every fic i read, she's just like, a side character that's there to make whitty remarks to Hugo and be the levelheaded one. If she has an insecurity or problem it's usually pretty surface level and solved quickly, or only mentioned once or twice. I think there are SO many aspects of her character that are so cool.

Okay first, I think we sometimes forget that she's a nerd just like the rest of the gang. Yes, on the outside she's definetly the most 'normal' one, but I think we should concider the fact that she's the only girl in the group, and she's literal royalty. She was raised with a completely different set of standards than the other three. I don’t think I've really ever seen anyone cover that. I feel like she would get called "mature for her age" when she's only 15/16, and almost always gets critisism when she talks back with her own ideas (like her concerns about the meteor shows for example). I feel like out on her journey, she would finally get the freedom to just be herself, and be a kid and be able to rant on about her intrests with the rest of the group. It could be a struggle at first, but it would be awesome to see her getting more comfortable with the group the longer they spend together! Nerds encouraging nerdy rants lol

Since she is a kingdom figurehead, you could also argue that she always has a lot on her hands (especially since she's very proactive when it comes to science and solving problems). This could bring up a need to be productive, or always feeling like she needs to make the right decision, even for the littlest things.

I also feel like a lot of the time she's potrayed as the "right" one, who is 100% right when it comes to stuff like arguing with Hugo. Since they're opposites when it comes to class, they often are compared through that lense. I think it's cool just having Nuru tell Hugo off for judging a book by its cover, but I feel like they have a lot more in common than they realize. I think it would be interesting to see Nuru judging a book by its cover too. Maybe not to the degree that Hugo does, but I feel like calling out both their judging would not only call out character flaws, but it also enforces that even though they hate eachother and would never want to be like the other, they have a lot of the same flaws.

Also, being sheltered in a palace her whole life, I think she might think kind of black and white sometimes, and while she knows when people are just being mean as an act, she might struggle when it comes to people like reformed criminals.

Maybe she's able to be meaner to Hugo because she justifies it by telling herself he's criminal, and therefore bad, possibly glossing over the reasons he might be like that (maybe it crosses her mind, but she tells herself it's not a good enough reason, because stealing is still stealing, and he literally steals EVERYTHING. Even little trinkets and stuff he definitely doesn't need!). When they find out about Varian's criminal history, maybe she reexamines her views on morality and how she used to see people, because by her standards, Varian is a 'bad guy' who's caused harm to SO many people, but he's also the kind, caring, helpful friend that she's been traveling with who would never willingly hurt anyone.

Moving on to Amber x Nuru, I honestly never find myself liking the ship because Amber isn't developed enough which is fine. I don't think every character has to be a magnificent work of art. Side characters are side characters, but their romance is usually written like: "wow that girl is cute! I have a crush now!" Which is cool, but then that's about as far as it gets, then timeskip! Or offscreen they're a couple now. I know it's a side couple so it won't have as much devlopment as something like Varigo, but I never really see their dynamic play out in different situations. Like I don't know how to explain it, but it feels like they solely exist to be a couple? Amber sometimes just feels like an extention of Nuru, and their relationship feels surface level a lot of the time.

I feel like too often she's just watered down to the nice, smart, grounded friend, and I don't know I just think there’s so much more to explore with her. She’s not just some side character. She's literally part of the main cast! Even in fanart I feel like she doesn't really get a lot of stuff besides funny art and just like, pictures meant to look pretty. Unlike something you get a lot with characters like Varian or Hugo.

And honestly I get it. Some characters you just don't take an intrest in. I know I find Varian, Hugo, and Nuru more relatable than I find Yong, but I feel like part of that is developing their characters rather than just seeing them on a surface level. Ofc there are exceptions and there are some stories that dive deeper into Nuru's character out there! I just happen to see this A LOT.

Wow i said "surface level" a lot didn't I 😭😭

Anyway thank you for reading my rant i wanna know what you guys think!!

[marauder-misprint]

if you’re up for more angst, what about remus seriously injuring the reader while in a werewolf form! (sorry but im a sucker for angst 😝 especially remus, since the tragedy of his character is often played off [esp. his ‘werewolfness’] and i love the way you write him, hard to find good potrayed moony fics 😭)

Angst! Angst! Angst! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy this Moony Angst

The attack

Remus Lupin x reader

4.3k words

cw: angst, werewolf attack, angst, no happy ending

If you weren’t so close with the Marauders, you probably would’ve never noticed. Those nights where the four of them stayed in the common room until late and they were the only ones still up, as even you had to go to bed. Or the nights where they all seemed to turn in extra early yet were exhausted in the morning. Those mornings when they looked far worse for wear and failed to give a reasonable explanation. 

You knew they went somewhere. You had an epiphany late one night on something for a prank and instead of just writing it down, you jumped out of bed and ran to the boys’ dormitory. It was at least 1 a.m. and all of their beds were empty. It didn’t look like they had been slept in. The room was just deserted. 

If you weren’t so close with the Marauders, you probably wouldn’t have cared. But you were so you did. You asked them about it. They avoided each question more carefully than the last. As determined as you were to get answers, they seemed more so to hide whatever they were doing. 

Eventually, you dropped the topic, but your curiosity never waned. You started to randomly check their dorm. Creepy and weird? Yes and you knew it. But they were hiding something and you would be damned if you didn’t figure it out. 

You didn’t have information yet to see if there was a pattern. You just got lucky one night. You were sitting in the common room alone, tucked into a corner with a book and a cozy blanket. You honestly had half a mind to just sleep where you sat. But then there was movement on the other side of the room. 

Remus was leaving the common room and it was well after curfew. It was also past report time for any prefect duties. Where was he going and why? You pondered it for a moment and then heard the shuffling of feet. There was no one there. You thought you were going crazy. The sound was definitely where.

“Shit,” a voice hissed and you saw a flash of shoes nearing the portrait hole. 

You’d recognize those combat boots anywhere: Sirius. You suddenly remember hearing James say offhandedly that he has a cloak of invisibility. You had thought he was joking but maybe not? With the opening and closing of the portrait, you sprang up, ditched your book and blanket and grabbed your cloak which was draped over a chair near you. You had to follow them… somehow. 

Outside of the common room, you stand silently, trying to hear footsteps over the Fat Lady’s chastising. The faintest of sounds came from a nearby staircase and you followed it. You trailed the sound while trying to stay far enough away to not be caught. It was a difficult task being that you couldn’t see exactly where they were. Then you heard voices around the corner. 

Remus and Madam Pomfrey. 

Hushed voices but still recognizable. Even better for you, they didn’t have a cloak so you could see where they were going. You watched them head for a door so you moved to look out the closest window. They approached the Whomping Willow and Pomfrey cast a freezing spell on it. Curious. You turned away from the window for a second to gather your thoughts. Why on earth would they be interacting with the Whomping Willow at night? When you looked back, Remus was gone and Pomfrey was heading back to the castle. You stayed hidden until she was back inside and passed you. 

You’ve mostly forgotten about the other boys and the fact that they might still be in the vicinity. There weren’t any footsteps to remind you of their presence. It took you a second to work up the courage to go outside. You froze the tree like Pomfrey had done. You took slow steps forward, not knowing what to expect. Then you spotted the hole in the ground at the base of the tree. Curious. You inspected it briefly before sliding down into it. 

Darkness surrounded you. You were tempted to cast Lumos so you could see where you landed, but then you remembered that you’re following Remus and you want to stay hidden. There were echoes of something down the passage, but you took it slowly. You felt the wall as you walked and tried not to make any noise yourself. When you reached the end of the passage, you found yourself in a broken, beaten house. Horrid noises came from the upper floor. And then you saw it. A large wolf. Even worse, it saw you. 

It didn’t waste any time jumping down on top of you. You screamed. It’s all you could do. First in fear, then in pain. Claws raked down your body. Sharp, white hot pain engulfed your entire being. 

The last things you saw before passing out were a large black dog and a stag bearing down on the wolf, forcing it to back away from you. 

---

You woke up in the infirmary. At least that’s what you figured based off of the smell and the brightness around you. You couldn’t move because your whole body felt numb. 

“Poppy! She’s awake!” Professor McGonagall called from the side of your bed. 

You heard footsteps rushing toward you.

“You are not to move, Miss. Frankly, I’m surprised you’re alive,” Madam Pomfrey’s stern voice said. “I’ve applied a numbing potion so you shouldn’t be able to feel most of your body for a while. Blink once if you understand.” You blinked. “Blink again if you’re in pain.” You didn’t blink. 

You had never felt more confused and scared in your life. Somehow, being there and unable to move was more frightening than the wolf attacking you. Merlin, why was there a bloodthirsty wolf so close to the grounds? What was it doing in a house with a dog and a deer? You had so many questions.

“Minerva,” Pomfrey said curtly before the sound of footsteps told you she left. 

Your firm teacher spoke with uncertainty, the first time you’ve ever heard her do so. “You were attacked… by a werewolf. I’m not going to ask why you were out of bed and where you were. I’m not going to take away points or assign detention, although, believe me, I’d be well within my right to do so. The… the damage from the attack is quite extensive. Like Poppy said, it’s a miracle you survived. And that you weren’t bitten.” She took a shaky breath. “Werewolf scratches scar deeply. And it is a lot.”

You had one thing going on in your mind now: What the fuck?

---

The next few days passed by in a blur. You were in and out of consciousness with varying ability to talk, see and move. Madam Pomfrey was reapplying numbing potions and giving you potions to lessen the pain. You cried when you were finally able to see the damage. You had deep scarring on your left arm, across your face and chest and down both your legs; there was minor scarring on your right arm. Your back seemed to be the only part of you untouched by the werewolf you encountered. 

Pomfrey told you that you had people asking to visit you, but you weren’t ready to face anyone yet. You weren’t ready for anyone to see you like this. 

“She’s not taking visitors. If she changes her mind, I’ll send someone to get you,” you could hear her tell someone at the doors to the infirmary. 

There were overlapping voices that protested. You couldn’t place the voices, nor could you see who it was due to the curtains that you kept drawn around your bed. 

“Go to class, the four of you. I promise, when she’s ready, you’ll be one of the first to know.”

The door closed with slam and Pomfrey muttered to herself as she returned to her office. The only people you had seen were her, McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore. Dumbledore asked you what you remembered of the attack. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t want to admit that you followed Remus from the castle and into the tunnel. You didn’t want to tell him about the stag and dog who saved you. So you told him nothing. As far as anyone was concerned, you remembered nothing of your attack or how you ended up outside the castle. 

A few days later, you told Madam Pomfrey that you would take visitors if they came. Then you asked how long you’d have to stay in the infirmary and she told you until the next full moon, just to guarantee that you were safe. You sighed and nodded. All you could think about was the assignments you were falling behind on. 

As soon as lessons were over, James, Peter and Sirius were pounding on the infirmary door. Pomfrey let them in but stopped them right away.

“I assume you boys heard what happened?” she asked in a hushed voice, but you heard her anyway.

You didn’t hear an answer from the boys.

“Then, well, you know what to expect,” she continued.

It felt like a punch to the gut. She was telling them to brace themselves for what you looked like now. It also meant that they knew you were attacked by a werewolf and it likely wasn’t a secret throughout the castle. You tried to stop the tears that pricked at your eyes. 

It certainly didn’t help that they gasped when they pulled back the curtains. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at your friends. You were hugging your knees to your chest. You know you told Pomfrey you were ready to see people, but having your closest friends see you like this? Nothing could prepare you for it. They stepped into the curtained area, standing at your bedside.

“How are you feeling?” James asked, his voice soft. 

“Like I’m falling behind in my assignments,” you replied snarkily. 

Sirius laughed and clapped you on the shoulder. “So delusional as always!”

He’s the first one you were able to look at. You needed him to see you roll your eyes at how ridiculous he was. But, really, you’re grateful for his comment and his laughter. It’s the first time you’ve been treated as normal in a week. 

“So when are you allowed to leave?” James asked. This time he sounded less like he was talking to a sick child. 

“Two weeks. Assuming the full moon goes well.”

The three boys exchanged concerned looks. The air was suddenly tense between you. Peter closed the curtain.

Then he asked, “What do you remember from the last one?”

They weren’t Dumbledore or McGonagall. These were your best friends. You could tell them the truth. 

“More than I told Dumbledore…” you muttered, looking away from them. You took a breath before quietly recounting the night. “It started with thinking I was following you three. I had already seen Remus leave the common room and I figured you three were under James’ cloak.”

“Oh, you know about that…” James said.

“You mentioned it once years ago. I thought you were kidding, but ah, clearly not. Anyways, I saw Pomfrey and Remus go outside and right up to the Whomping Willow. I investigated, found a passage and next thing I know, I’m being attacked by a werewolf.”

“And that’s it?” Peter asked cautiously. 

You sighed. “It’s going to sound so silly, but I swear I saw a dog and a deer protect me before I passed out. That was probably the pain…” 

You looked from boy to boy. Their visible concern was almost too much for you.

“Where is Remus?”

“He, uh, couldn’t come by right away. I’m sure he’ll come when he has time,” Sirius said. 

You frowned but nodded. Then you had an idea.

“Would you get my assignments from the professors and help me catch up? I really don’t want to be a month behind when I get out of here.”

“Yeah. Of course. Anything for you, love,” James said as he ran a hand through his hair. 

Then Pomfrey yanked the curtains open and chastised the boys for closing them in the first place. She made them leave and you were alone again. You hated being alone.

Over the next two weeks, you had more visitors. Mostly Gryffindors and the random other students who heard there had been a werewolf attack and wanted to see the result. James, Sirius and Peter took turns bringing you your assignments and helping you catch up. Each of their visits was prefaced with ‘The professors don’t want you to push yourself and said they will give you as much time as you need to catch up’ and you would always tell them that you were bored out of your mind waiting to be released. 

Being bored, however, wasn’t the worst of your issues. Neither was trying to stop flinching every time you saw your reflection. No, it was the fact that Remus had yet to visit you. You asked about him every time the rest of the Marauders stopped by; they always had an excuse ready and claimed he’d be by soon. But he never came. It broke your heart. 

You didn’t think it was any secret that you had a favorite out of the four of them. You adored Remus. He was an underestimated presence, commanding power and attention when he needed to. You could almost call him a shadow god: overlooked yet able wreck havoc. And beyond all of that was his love for books and knowledge. His love for his friends. His loyalty. His devotion to his passions. 

Your favorite person hadn’t been to see you in the four weeks you were in the infirmary. You were furious. You were devastated. You were done. 

The morning after the full moon, when you woke up, you heard him talking with Madam Pomfrey. You didn’t want to talk to him anymore. You didn’t want to see him. You wanted him to visit during the past two weeks and he doesn’t show up until you’re to be released? Pissed off didn’t begin to cover how you felt. 

You opened your curtains and asked firmly, “Madam Pomfrey, I’m feeling quite myself. Can I be discharged?” 

Then you saw him. Shirtless on a bed a few over from yours as Pomfrey applied long bandages to his chest and shoulder. The two of you locked eyes. Your eyes burned with fury while his welled with concern and guilt. You wanted to snap at him but clenched your jaw instead. 

“Oh, yes, dear. I was just waiting for you to wake up,” Pomfrey said. “If you’d like to wait a moment, I’m just finishing up with Mr. Lupin.”

“No, thank you, ma’am,” you said shortly before leaving both of them baffled at your refusal to wait. 

You had no desire to be in the vicinity of ‘Mr. Lupin’ at the moment. He wasn’t even there to visit you. He was there for himself. He had gone and gotten himself banged up on his own. 

---

You avoided Remus. You put as much distance between you and him as you can. If he was around and you couldn't get away, you gave him a cold shoulder. You remained on good terms with Peter, James and Sirius, but it was difficult to spend time with them without Remus also around. 

So you found solace in your female friends. You knew they were concerned about the space you were putting between yourself and the Marauders; it was just so out of character for you. They wondered if it was a result of your attack, if the boys had somehow been involved in it, although they never raised these concerns when you were around. They just made sure that you were never alone unless you asked to be. 

“What happened between you and the Marauders?” Dorcas asked during study hall some time after your attack. 

The Gryffindor girls gave her a wide-eyed stare before turning to look at you semi-nervously. Apparently, they had forgotten to fill in Marlene’s girlfriend on the taboo question. 

“Nothing,” you said nonchalantly, not even bothering to look up from your work.

“Bullshit. You haven’t talked to them in over a week and even I’ve noticed,” she said pointedly. 

“I’ll talk to Sirius, James, Peter. Not my fault they don’t separate from the damn traitor.” 

Lily snorted, in laughter or suprise, she wasn’t sure. “The traitor? Do you mean Remus?”

You glared at her. “Yes.”

“The one who’s been staring at you in practically every class since you were released?”

“He’s probably just surprised at how I look now. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s different,” you said coldly. 

“Maybe. Or he wants to talk to you,” Mary suggested. 

Now it was your turn to snort in disbelief with a shake of your head. 

“He does,” Lily confirmed. “He’s, you know, scared you won’t listen to him. Which I think is a valid conclusion being that you-”

“He better be scared,” you cut her off. “If he tries to speak to me, I’m hexing the bastard into next year. Pass that on, will you?”

At that, the girls dropped the topic. Dorcas got the message that you weren't to be asked about the Marauders any more. Lily passed on your message to an upset Remus during prefect duties. How was he supposed to fix things with you if you wouldn’t give him a moment of your time? 

“There’s no way she doesn’t know that I’m the one who did that to her. She told Lily that she’d hex me into next year if I try to talk to her. I’m fucked. I’m so utterly fucked… I’ve lost her,” Remus moaned one evening in the boys’ dorm. 

Remus hated how you wouldn’t look at him. He hated how you avoided him with so much determination that you barely had a friendship with the rest of the Marauders anymore. He knew he couldn’t blame you for avoiding him; he was a monster and had attacked you. He still wanted to apologize to you, to explain that he has no control over what he does when he’s in wolf form. It was the least he could do, but you wouldn’t let him. 

A small part of him wanted to blame you for being in the Shrieking Shack. That maybe he would place some of the blame on you. But he didn’t know what you were doing there. Maybe you had a perfectly valid reason for being there that he didn’t know about. Maybe there was more to the story, the one-sided story that he couldn’t get the other side to because you wouldn’t even look at him.

“Moony, mate, I don’t think she knows you’re the werewolf. She know we were out of the tower too,” Sirius said.

“Out of us, who looks the most like a possible werewolf?” Remus snapped. He knew he was right on that point. He was covered in scars and often sickly. 

“Okay, but she was asking for you every time we delivered homework. Why would she be asking for you if she didn’t want to talk to you?” James added. 

“Then what happened? Why is she avoiding me?”

“Because you didn’t visit her in the infirmary?” Peter offered lazily.

“I was there when she was discharged!” 

“Hmm, not the same. Wasn’t a visit and you know it,” Peter concluded.

“I’m fucked,” Remus repeated. 

Remus was growing desperate. He missed you. He missed having you around, your comments and warm presence. Even if you couldn’t stand him anymore, if you feared him, he didn’t want to be the reason you stopped being friends with James, Sirius and Peter. He needed to talk to you so he could apologize and tell you that if you wanted him to, he would distance himself from the boys so you could have your friends back. 

So he turned to the only person he thought could actually help him right now: Lily. He begged her to help him. He knew he looked and sounded pathetic, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He just needed a moment of your talk so you could talk. Or at least listen with sending him into the infirmary for a year, like you had threatened. She agreed to help, although she advised him to be cautious. 

Lily’s part was simple enough. She had to get you alone at a back table in the library, and then when Remus approached the table, she would tell you to just listen to him, hear him out, and then you would never have to speak to him again if you didn’t want to. 

When this transpired, you glared at the two of them. You were slightly upset with Lily’s backing of Remus. You knew that she had no reason to be upset with Remus and you never voiced why you were upset. But still, she knew you didn’t want to talk to him. 

“Please,” Remus said, voice pleading. “I just need a few minutes of your time. I’ll leave you alone forever after. Please.” 

“Fine,” you groaned.

Lily gave you a smile and hug before leaving to give you privacy. Remus took a seat across the table from you. You didn’t say anything more. You waited for him to say something. 

“I understand if you're scared of me. If you don’t want to be friends anymore. If you’re furious at me. I’m sorry,” he started to say. “But don’t take it out on Peter, James and Sirius. Stay friends with them. I’ll distance myself from them so you still have your friends. Please, I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

“Why would I be scared of you?” you snapped. 

“Because… because you know my secret?” Was there a chance that Sirius was right?

You bunched your eyebrows together. “Your secret? That you leave the castle at night?”

“Oh. Um. Well, shit…” he muttered, looking down at his lap. Sirius was right. You didn’t know. He took a deep breath. “Then I have something to tell you.”

He waited for you to say something, but you held your tongue. All you could do was stare at him. The dark circles under his eyes were more prominent than usual. So, he hadn’t been sleeping well. 

“I’m… I’m a werewolf,” he said quietly, completely unable to look at you. “The werewolf.” 

You took a sharp breath. That… that explained a lot.

“That’s… that’s… That’s why you didn’t visit me?” you said after a few minutes of intense silence. 

Remus nodded. He finally raised his gaze to meet yours. He was shocked to see your expression as something soft, rather than something of anger or fear as he had expected. 

You remembered all of the lessons you had on werewolves in the past. How they had no control over what they did in wolf form. How excruciatingly painful the transformations were. The wolf was blood thirsty and brutal. Remus, however, wasn’t brutal. He wasn’t a beast. He was… your friend. 

“Fuck,” you breathed, squeezing your eyes shut. Then, with your voice barely audible, “I thought you didn’t like me anymore… I just wanted you to visit me…”

“I thought you knew. I thought you hated me, wouldn’t want to see me.”

“I was asking for you!” you exclaimed, your voice louder and more firm. “I wanted to see my best friend!”

“But I’m a monster. I… I ruined you…”

You crossed your arms over your chest in sudden anger. “I am not ruined, Lupin. Scarred, yes. But not ruined.” 

Remus’ hands were shaking uncontrollably in his lap. His heart was pounding. 

“That’s not what I meant!” he said quickly.

“It’s what you said.”

“Please, you know I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I miss you so much. I didn’t intend to hurt you. You know I would never hurt you if I was in control.”

“Were you in control when you didn’t visit me in the infirmary?” 

He swallowed thickly. “I was.”

“And that hurt me, Lupin.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. If I could go back and change it, I would.” 

You clenched your jaw. You knew it was killing him. It was evident in his voice, in his face, in his posture. You made it blatantly clear that you didn’t blame him for the attack, for the permanent damage to how you looked. You did, however, blame him for not visiting you when you needed him. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say. I forgive you for being an ass? No. I can’t. Because I don’t forgive you.” 

“Can you give me a second chance? I’ll do anything. Anything. Anything to make it up to you.” He was begging at this point. 

“No. Not now. We aren’t friends, Lupin. Not because,” you let your voice drop to whisper, “you attacked me. I know that wasn’t you, per se.” Your voice returned to its previous volume as it dripped with hurt. “We aren’t friends because all of my friends visited me in the infirmary.”

“Please,” Remus said, his voice quiet with desperation. 

“No. I can’t forgive you. I can’t give you a second chance right off the bat. I have no reason to. Just… Just leave me alone.”

Remus nodded and stood up. He waited for a moment to see if you had anything more to say. When you didn’t say anything, he left. By the time he passed where Lily had moved to, tears were streaming down his face. You weren’t crying, but you did feel empty. Officially ending your friendship with Remus had taken more out of you than you expected.

[pain-indeed]

What I like most about DMK is that he's essencially a blank slate. There is so little known about him and his personality that you can make up the wildest shit about him and it can't even be mischaracterisation. Basically here's what we know :

Like, he's the mirrorred version of Meta Knight. Does that mean he's like him, but with every personality traits inversed ? Or are they only worsened instead ?

He does'nt have a single line of dialogue. Is he mute, or does he hates speaking ? Maybe he's shy ?

He also sits in the sunshine to draw with the rest of the wave 2 gang. Why ? We may never know !

And that's it. Nothing else. But that's why this character is so interesting to me ; seeing how different people potray him, immagining what he could be like, devouring the little crumbs of theories I see about him like a rabbid animal on a dead carcass...

The only bad thing is that there's a lot of assumptions and misconceptions about him that make my blood boil. Every time someone says " DArK meTA KnIgHt is SOo EeevIiil ! HE CORRUPTED SECTONIA ! TarANza sHOUld KiLl Him ! " without any other source than "trust me bro", I feel a piece of my soul withering away.

I've said it already, but this character has amazing potential. Being the dark counterpart of somebody as well known and respected as Meta Knight could lead to so many interesting stories. Please, for the edgy borb's sake, consider this before making him an asshole without even thinking about it .

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I think the concept of the whole

“nightmare takes color captive, intends to ‘corrupt’ him/use Color (aka the souls) for his magical abilities such as healing and shielding, killer likely the one convincing Nightmare to keep Color alive” has some very interesting ideas and concepts to explore and potray within it.

killer has to do and say a lot of Not Good or Morally Right things to and for Color to keep him useful and obedient enough to live while also attempting to shield Color from the worse of it all (or inflicting the Worse himself both because he’s conditioned to when ordered and offering to do it himself out of a strange mix of attachment, not wanting Color to become fully like him, but also being a lil too possessive and territorial and distrusting to let anyone else do it or trust them to do it “right”),

the distance between Color and Killer whenever Killer’s SOUL is in Stage 2.

Color’s attempts to get through to the Sans parts in Killer and trying to get Killer’s SOUL back into Stage 1 for at least one moment—at least in the beginning, before color possibly became more focused on trying to survive by keeping everyone else alive instead of attempting escape.

Possibly even having the influence of the Kindness soul become so loud and frequent that it drowns out all the other souls’ and even color himself at points, especially if the way the souls influence color is eventually noticed and used against him, perhaps conditioning him for something via twisting and using the Kindness soul—which used to belong to a human child, possibly the youngest of the souls.

It also presents opportunities to explore color and the souls through a lens of plurality in interesting ways. Potentially even upsetting or triggering ways depending on what’s portrayed, thanks to the potential involvement of children—even if not physically, maybe even not exactly knowingly on part of the other characters in the story.

explores how plurality or did/osdd1 can make people vulnerable in different ways, such as the vulnerability of child/little parts (or souls in colors case) despite being in adult bodies, even if the soul can’t exactly take full control of the body, but can passively influence color.

Different ways parts help with various forms of survival, different ways ‘protector’ parts protect, what happens when child/little ones are also protectors. especially depending on how much of a separate sense of self each soul has, if any outside of their soul’s single trait.

[jeonscatalyst]

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But the way #their confidence was on cloud nine after ep 3 of AYS? May you won't believe or maybe you would as I'm assuming you have seen all those essays pitying Jikookers saying that "It's not jkkrs fault that the company led them to believe something which is not true, which isn't there. I don't fault the jikookers, they just got manipulated by the company" like the same Tkkrs who do daily coke rants About jkk and jkkrs and how much they hate them were pitying jkkrs after ep3. Like boy I'm never forgetting that confidence 😂 the way they were soo sure jimin was going to third wheel. Mind you they said that if jungkook couldn't keep taehyung off of his mind in NYC imagine what he'd do if taehyung is in the show (they said this after nyc as well as after ep 3).

No but the only thing jm didn't do way participate in water gun 🔫 game because he had motion sickness and even in that game jungkook's focus was more on jimin because he wanted jimin to join so he was just spraying water on jm. But the way their coke rants came back as soon as ep4 was aired LMAOOO like i remember ppl posting those 14 freakin pages of why the show is scripted and how taekook are being oppressed by the company lol. #They wanted jimin to third wheel soo bad as if he's not known for having the best RS with every single member of BTS.

Remind me again what was the outrage for behind the scenes? As far as i remember the armys were saying the company is portraying taehyung as a villain because they added "why are you coming" as subtitles for jk even tho he didn't say anything but that was their humour. And did we find out jm having sleepover at jk's during behind the scenes? Anything more we find out during behind the scenes?

Loooool anon!

You just reminded me of all the chaos that unfolded after the first few episodes of AYS. I remember everything they said, especially after Episode 3. The same tkkrs who initially hated the idea of the show claiming it was scripted and that Jungkook had been forced into it, suddenly changed their tune, saying they actually enjoyed it and looked forward to new episodes.

The truth is, even some Jikookers had mixed feelings about the first few episodes. When Jimin and Jungkook mentioned that they hadn’t kept in touch much, and then in Episode 3, when Jimin was still sick and couldn’t be as active as Taekook, some Jikookers were uncertain about how things were playing out. Tkkrs noticed this hesitation and used it to mock Jikookers, calling them gullible for believing in “fanservice” while they declared themselves victorious based on a single part of the first day in Jeju. They celebrated too early, forgetting that it’s not over until it’s over.

By Episode 4, their narrative shifted again. The joy they felt in Episode 3, watching Jungkook and Taehyung jump around together while Jimin, who was sick, couldn’t join…was short-lived. Suddenly, Tae was the one looking like the third wheel, a role they desperately wanted Jimin to fill. After laughing at Jimin in Episode 3, claiming Jungkook didn’t even care to invite him to the pool (conveniently ignoring Jungkook spraying Jimin with water, trying to get him to play), they had to watch Jungkook not ask Taehyung to join other activities with him and Jimin. They mocked Jimin for having motion sickness and claimed that Jungkook didn’t care that he was sick, only to watch Jungkook not even lift his head from his food he was eating while Tae painfully complained about his neck hurting at the sushi restaurant…so much so that Jimin was the one who turned to give him a neck massage. Jungkook? He stayed focused on his food. (This ofcourse doesn’t mean Jungkook didn’t care about Tae. People with brains understand this but tkkrs, no they twist everything and wouldn’t mind potraying jk as an asshole if it means proving Jikook isn’t real)

Episode 4 felt like sweet Jikook karma. It was as if the universe saw all the mocking and insults aimed at Jimin and turned the tables. Everything tkkrs wanted Jungkook to do to Jimin ended up being Tae’s reality. On top of that, Tae spent most of his time with his head buried in his phone. At first, tkkrs claimed his presence made the show more interesting, but we all saw him spend the rest of Jeju either on his phone, going to bed early, staying by himself, or leaving to meet other people…basically not really adding much to the show tbh while Jimin and Jungkook did everything together.

One of the funniest parts to me, a part I still laugh about everytime I think about it is, tkkrs saying that Jungkook didn’t care to ask Jimin to eat when they first arrived in Jeju, making a big deal about how he ate with Tae instead. They even edited screenshots to make it seem like Jungkook was seated closer to Tae than Jimin. But then, in the behind the scenes, we found out that Jungkook did ask Jimin why he wasn’t eating (a part that was conveniently cut from the official footage). And the reason Jimin wasn’t eating? He had spent the night with Jungkook before Jeju, and Jungkook had cooked maguksu for them which Jimin had three servings of.

So, anon, you ask what the outrage was about after the behind-the-scenes footage? Imagine being a tkkr who spent weeks twisting every scene to fit a false narrative only to later discover that while you were busy making edits about Jungkook “not caring” about Jimin, the reality was that Jungkook and Jimin spent the night together not Jungkook and Taehyung. Imagine thinking that your beliefs about Taekook being a couple had been validated because of seating positions while your arch enemies (jokers) had been put to shame on their own ship’s show, only to learn that Taehyung only found out about Jungkook’s (who is supposedly his boyfriend) trip from a group chat and insisted on joining. Or believing that Jungkook didn’t care if Jimin ate…only to find out that not only did he ask, but he had also spent the night with him after flying back from the U.S, while Tae was nowhere near him. Wouldn’t you be mad too anon?😂💀

The behind-the-scenes footage shattered their illusions. It revealed details they hadn’t expected. Jimin and Jungkook barely paying attention to Tae at certain points, Tae looking over it and ready to go home, and every Jikook moment playing out exactly the way we’ve always known their dynamic to be. Tkkrs had convinced themselves that Jungkook only pays attention to Taehyung in a room, yet they watched Jimin and Jungkook create inside joke after inside joke, leaving Taehyung visibly lost. That was a hard pill to swallow.

They claim the company and Jimin tried to portray Taehyung as a guest (wasn’t he a guest?). Notice how they conveniently ignore the fact that Jungkook also called Taehyung a guest multiple times and even laughed when Jimin joked about it. They won’t mention that because admitting it would mean acknowledging that Jungkook was in on it too which will make him a bad boyfriend in their books and they ofcourse don’t want anything but the perfect most caring and attentive boyfriend for Tae else the ship doesn’t hit as much. Jungkook can only be an asshole to Jimin as that will prove to them that Jikook isn’t real. This is a logic they don’t want to apply to their own ship so they skip mentioning Jk’s contribution in the said “portrayal” not because they care about jk and don’t want him to come off mean but because they don’t want to shatter their own fantasies.

Today, tkkrs claim AYS “debunked” Jikook, yet they still haven’t stopped crying about it. They desperately deny everything we saw with our own eyes. They deny that Taehyung was disconnected from Jikook and half the time looked like he didn’t want to be there, they deny that he was a indeed guest (this isn’t an insult. Don’t know why they think calling him a guest, which he was..is) who only learned about the trip through a group chat, and that AYS showed the stark difference in dynamics between Taekook and Jikook. Not that this was ever a competition…because Taekook has never held a candle to Jikook in my books…but the contrast was undeniable.

At the end of the day, AYS only validated what we’ve always known and not because it “proved” Jikook is real but because everything about it confirmed our understanding of their bond. We got to see what we had only heard about for years. We saw their natural dynamic unfold in real-time. And that’s what infuriates tkkrs the most. That’s why they call the show scripted. That’s why they call Jungkook a liar when he says those were the best trips he’s ever had.

They’re not mad because AYS disproved Jikook. If they really believed it did they would love the show. They’re mad because it proved them wrong.

[daenysx]

mwah!! Hello darling :)

I've been lurking in your comment section haha, reading your stories with Tangerine in them and I saw your requests were open!!

I'd love some little blurb with Tangerine 🍊, whatever you feel like it- I love the way you write for him!! You potray him in such a soft and loving way, it makes me fall for him more and more.

Also Time 01:00 AM!!

Like I said, do whatever you want to and feel like! I'd love some late night talking between the two maybe or something smutty perhaps! But hell you can write about eating soup and I'd eat it up!

Love your content so unbelievably much, keep on writing xX!!

thank you, lovely! i did 1.00 am here if you want to read <3333

1.01 AM | TANGERINE

"It's so cold," you whisper, your feet wiggling under the sheets. "Warm me up, please."

You're being sweet on him, Tangerine likes to think it's because you adore him too much. He wraps his arms around you, an extra blanket thrown over your bodies carelessly. He's naked, but not cold- unlike you. You snuggle into his chest, bare arms holding onto him. He cups your cheek to get a kiss.

"Better?" he asks with a lazy smile. He's so deliciously tired, melting under the covers with you after spending hours between your thighs. His fingers start drawing shapes on your back, faint touches tingling your skin. You nod to his question, eyes closing with the comfort of having him around.

You sigh in relief. Tangerine kisses the side of your head.

"Sleepy?" he murmurs, your shared body heat makes him dizzy.

"It's easier to sleep when you're here."

You don't know what makes you so open, so honest with him. He's doing dangerous things, most of the time you don't even know if he'll be in your bed at night.

"Yeah?"

"Safe," you whisper, rubbing your nose to his chest with affection.

"You're precious," he says, voice dripping in sweetness like honey.

"Kiss?"

He's on top of you then, hugging your body like he's been starved for an eternity. His fingers are moving all the way down on you, spreading and brushing his fingertips on all the right places. You're lifting your hips to his touch, he lingers as he kisses your lips, the night is long with the hope of having everything he ever wants.

"So pretty," he whispers against your chin, fingers sliding and getting a moan out of your lips. It's driving you insane with want, you can't get enough of him tonight. "More," you say with shaky breaths. "Please."

"My girl becomes so polite when she wants to come, huh? You know I'll give you anything."

"I'm- I'm always polite."

"You are," he says, his mouth is warm on your neck. "Far more polite than I deserve."

Tangerine makes you come around his fingers with a silent promise of another peak. You're a lovely mess under him, he carves the image of you like this in his mind. You give him a lovesick smile, and he's charmed forever.

starry girl sleepover ☆