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lucy-literates · 1 year ago

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The Prank

A/N: my first formula fic!! My requests are open if you have someone you want me to write for!

Arthur Leclerc x Norris Reader

Trope: Dumbasses (best friends to lovers)

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, nothing else really

This is based of something I was on Twitter (I refuse to call it X): person a says “I came up with a good prank”. Person b asks what it is, a says “we should kiss”. B says “I don’t get it”, a says “imagine them walking in to see us kissing and just being like “WHAAAAAT??” B says “oh, that’s hilarious. We totally should”

Synopsis: You and Arthur have been best friends since he saved you from a bully when you were kids. You grew up in the Leclerc household, so they knew you very well. You followed Arthur around the world for his racing career. You guys had been given the nickname "Terrible Two's" for all the pranks you pulled around the paddock. Sometimes you pulled them on each other, sometimes you teamed up and pulled pranks together but there was one prank that really topped off the rest of your pranks.

"Y/N!!!" Arthur shouted from the shower in your shared bedroom. He walked out as you hit record on your phone, filming as he appeared. He had his towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist, his hair was dyed a deep red with remnants of the dye dripping down his chest. "Seriously?" he scolded "I have to go to the Ferrari pit tomorrow and my hair is bright red!" You could see the fury in his eyes as you laughed. "Yeahhhh, you're gonna be matching the cars". He crossed his arms over his muscly chest and scowled "Stop filming me, idiot" you rolled your eyes and chucked "Whatever, moron" you said as you stopped recording. You posted it to your story, with the caption "Ready for @ scuderiaferrari tomorrow!" and tagged him in it.

You heard Arthur's phone buzz from the vanity in the bathroom as he headed back in to dry off. You stood up to pack up a bit from your day, getting as ready as you can for tomorrow. This time he came out in a pair of checkered sleep pants, saw you stand up in front of your suitcase and lunged at you, tackling you into the bed. You shrieked as he started assaulting (tickling) you. "St-st-op Art- arty" giggled out. "You turned me red, then posted it for the whole fucking world to see. You deserve this" After successfully kicking him onto the floor, you noticed your phone vibrating in your pocket.

You swiped accept on the call as you answered "Ah, my favourite Leclerc brother. What can I do for you Charlie?" You heard Arthur shout and "Oi" from the floor, making Charles laugh. "I just needed to see Arthur's hair" he grinned. You flipped the camera around and showed a Shirtless, red-haired Arthur lying on his back on the ground. Charles burst out laughing "good to see the support, brother" he got out in between laughter. "I'll leave you to whatever you're doing, y/n. Thank you so much for Arthur's hair" he chuckled as you said goodbye and he hung up. You leaned over the side of the bed, making eye contact with the boy on the floor "wanna get Charles tomorrow?" you asked him. "The day I say no is the day the world ends" he replies. You laughed as you rolled under your covers, Arthur standing up and getting into the bed next to yours, agreeing to come up with the prank tomorrow.

I was lying awake in bed, I couldn’t sleep. All I could think about was how Arthur came out of the shower earlier, his glorious torso on display, towel so low you could see his v-line. All I wanted to do was go over and kiss him silly, he’s so hot when he’s cranky. My crush on his has lasted years and he has no idea. I couldn’t ever tell him, it would ruin our friendship and I don’t ever want to lose him. If we’re friends forever then so be it. I put my earbuds in and put on a good playlist, drifting off to my favourite song.

I woke up the next morning with a crushing weight on my chest and hair tickling my nose. It wasn’t until I felt the fingers tickling my ribs thats I started wriggling around, trying to get the giant on my body. “Arty what the fuck” I grumbled “I was having a really good sleep you prick”. He chuckled and rolled off me, lying next to me a pulling me body into his. I looked up, nearly bumping his nose with mine. I was really hoping he couldn’t feel how fast my heart was beating. “We have a prank to plan”

After you finished getting ready, you hopping in the car with Arthur and headed towards the paddock, brainstorming pranks in the car. “I came up with a brilliant one” Arthur tells you. “Ooo what is it?” My curiosity peaked. We haven’t been able to think of any good ones for Charles all morning. “We should kiss” he said nonchalantly. If I had a drink I would have choked on it, instead I stuck to internally freaking out while my heart started beating out of my chest. “Umm what? I don’t get it. How is that a good prank?” I stutter.

Arthur laughs “just think about it. He walks into his drivers room to find his younger brother and childhood best friend making out, our hands all over each other. You could sit on my lap and we could really go to town, Charles would walk in and freak out. He might even faint!” It hurt a little to think that Arthur only wanted to kiss me for a pranks, but there ain’t no way I’m passing up and opportunity to kiss my crush, even if it isn’t supposed to mean anything.

“Ohhh I get it, that’s would be fucking hilarious. We just have to time it really well and make sure no one sees us go in there” I add on. Arthur agrees “that’s it then, the perfect prank” I chuckle at his declaration. We pull up the paddock, scan our passes and make our way in, making small talk with people but never straying too far from each other.

We saw Charles doing some media before he needed to go in and change into his fireproofs and race suits. I tapped on Arthur’s and should and pointed at his brother, explaining my thinking. I agreed and we rushed inside the Ferrari garage, making our way to the drivers room. I hung around the front of it, keeping an eye out Charles so we could start making out at the perfect time.

A huge group of people made their way, signalling that Charles was moving closer. You could hear him and Carlos talking about the track as they came closer. I quickly slipped into his drivers room, finding Arthur already sitting on the bench. I walked over to him as he patted his lap, “hang on” I semi whispered. I could hear that Charles and Carlos had stopped walking, they couldn’t have been too far from the doors. Once I could hear Charles getting louder I looked back at Arthur, “you ready Arty?” I asked. He nodded and pulled me into his lap.

I moved me knees to go on their side of this body, my right hand slide to the back of neck, sliding my hand though his hair and I grabbed a handful of his fluffy hair. My left hand sling around his broad shoulders. His left hand dipped under my shirt to hold my waist, his other hand wound around my neck. He offered me a kind smile as he used the hand around my back to guide me towards his lips.

It started with small pecks, quickly moving to Arthur slipping his tongue into my mouth, exploring while he got the opportunity. Moved myself closer to him, gripping his hair harder which caused him to let out a low moan. I heard the door to the driver room open as I kept making out with my best friend. The hand around my neck moved to ass, moving me to grind on him a bit.

Charles and Carlos stood in the doorway, dumbfounded before Carlos turned to Charles and said “told you they had a thing for each other, cabrõn” and walked off. Charles stared at his friend as he walked off. He looked back at us, still making out as he walked in. He slammed the door shut, making us jump. “What the fuck is going on? Why are you making out? Why are you doing it in my drive room? Oh my god I need to sit down” he rambled.

I got off Arthur as we started cackling, Arthur turned to me and said “told you it was a good prank, he’s absolutely freaking out” I laughed and looked back at Charles. He looked at us like we just old him Santa wasn’t real. “Wait, this is a prank?” He asked as we nodded “I thought I wouldn’t have to listen to Arthur whine about you anymore y/n but this is going to make it so much worse” I was about to ask something when Arthur grabbed my arm and dragged me out.

Once we got outside the garage I stopped Arthur. “Hang on, Arty. Just stop for a second” he stared at the floor. “What did Charles mean when he said you were whining about me?” I asked him. He tried to deflect the question and walk off. I grabbed his hand, turning him to me and lifting his head the make eye contact with me, asking my question again.

Arthur sighed, putting his hands on either side of my face and kissed me. It wasn’t desperate like the previous make out. It was slow and loving. “I don’t really know to say this, now that Charles has outed me, but I’ve liked you for years. The more than best friends kinda like. The reason I came up with that kissing prank was to get the chance to kiss you, even if it is supposed to be to mean nothing.”

Arthur kept rambling, struggling make eye contact. He looked at him, then smashed your lips into his “I like you more than I best friend should too. I have for years” you smile against Arthur’s lips as he kissed you.

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barblaz-arts · 6 months ago

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I know you've been making a lot of art of it lately, but out of curiosity, what's your opinion on Hazbin Hotel in general? I'm referring to both the show and the fandom here. Just curious.

God. What a loaded question. Are you ready? Bcuz I'm fresh from Vaggie discourse on twitter and I have a lot to say.

I think that Hazbin Hotel seems worse than it is for people who know the fandom but haven't actually watched the show. Honestly, I think it's a fine show. It isnt super incredible and I'm not gonna sing praises about how deep and thought provoking it is or whether it's an artistic masterpiece. It never tried to be that and was never advertised as such(to my knowledge) anyway. I just had a lot of fun. Like, yeh sure the cussing in the dialogue can be a bit much, especially in ep 1, but there are different writers in other episodes, so it gets better. It can be super crude yeh, but I grew up watching things like the Scary Movie franchise and other dumb american movies (yes, i was too young for them. yes, i still watched them), so it's pretty tolerable for me. It also helps that Charlie is the main character. That's one of the main reasons why I watch HH but dont watch HB. It's probably a fun show, but without a sweetheart like Charlie to balance things out, I'd just get tired of the sex jokes and mean jokes.

Compared to my last hyperfixation, I think I have more things to love about Hazbin Hotel, believe it or not. With Netflix's Wednesday, I had already been an Addams Family fan for a while and hung on because I loved the family and eventually Enid and wenclair. The show itself was honestly meh... so far! I'll give season 2 another shot.

But with Hazbin Hotel, it catered to a lot of things I've always loved. Found family with a bunch of misfits? We didnt get to see it much bcuz of the fuckass 8-ep per season format we have nowadays, but its fine its there! The juxtaposition of a kind hearted woman in a harsh world? Love love Charlie for that, I watched the show in the first place because of her. A canon lesbian lover with a "fuck the world cuz my world is you" type of love for the protag? Fuck yes. How very Pearl-from-Steven-Universe of Vaggie. And the music? The music is soooo good. I didn't know the songwriter prior to watching, so I was nervous about the songs, but I knew most of the theater actors they cast(still cant believe Jeremy fucking Jordan is Lucifer) so I figured even if the songs are mid, at least the performances would be topnotch. And they were! But the songs were a pleasant surprise. Sam Haft did real damn well. I still listen to the soundtrack to this day.

The fandom, however, is probably the worst one I've been in. And I've been in a lot in my big age... Just... lacking media literacy, and based on the replies I get when I say something on twitter, it seems a lot of them lack reading comprehension and just plain emotional intelligence too.

There's a lot of criticisms about this show that I honestly think is fair. Pacing, character design, overuse of the F word, whatever. But in my opinion, claiming that Hazbin is a male-centered show is an unfair misconception that is mostly the fault of the fandom.

Bcuz, sure, the male characters are uber popular. Alastor, Vox, Lucifer, Angel Dust and the many web of ships they're involved in went trending every few business days. But come on now. How often does a fandom even have their main protag as the most talked about character? This has been going on for ages. Just because the boys have the most merch and fics and fanarts and thirsty fans doesn't mean that they had the spotlight for most of the show itself. It only meant that they were the ones the viewers paid attention to, in a fandom filled with people drooling over the next tumblr sexyman and toxic yaoi ship of the month.

But if you actually look back at what the show gave us so far, the boys didnt outshine the women. I actually think the women got to do more and be more as characters than the men did. Let's take a look at the male characters.

Alastor was not in all the episodes. In fact, he was MIA in two out of the eight episodes. In all the episodes he was in, he was a mere side character. His purpose in season one was to stir the pot and be the intriguing mystery that occasionally quips. But he was not the one whose deeper thoughts were explored and whose character and goals was challenged THROUGHOUT the show, merely alluded to at the VERY END of the season, which is hardly him taking the spotlight away from Charlie. If you merely looked at the fan content of him, you'd think he were a father figure to Charlie(or a love interest. whatever) and that he has developed a soft spot for the Hazbins deep down in that cannibal heart of his. But if you pay attention to the show, he never had even a meaningful one on one conversation with the Hazbins. The only time that happened is when (a)he threatened Husk's life (b)when he constantly mocked Charlie while she was down in the dumps and used this as an opportunity to manipulate her and (b)when he told Niffty watching the crew sure can "make one sentimental", even tho he had taken no prior opportunity to bond with them! There's no foundation for all the fandom's claims that he could be redeemed bcuz of a budding fondness for the group, but that's all you see of his fan content(aside from the horniness). I dont have any problem with his lack of an actual relationship with the Hazbins bcuz I believe redemption for him is not what the show is going for, but it's frustrating to see people interpreting it that way BUT not seeing how horridly developed it would be if that is the case, meanwhile they turn around and say that Vaggie and Chaggie as a ship "had terrible development".

Then we have the male Vees. Vox was only ever in episode two, and was essentially a youtube reactor in episode 8. He was in ep 4 but had no speaking lines. We only know of his obsession with Alastor and the toxic relationship he has with Val. Val, meanwhile, is merely shown as the sex obsessed fiend behind Hell's sex industry and Angel's abuse. They did what they needed to do with minimal screentime. It was fine, but that's IT. Despite what little CANON gave so far, you have hundreds of people writing essays and fics and fanarts about them being complicated characters. But to reiterate, this does not mean that they are bad characters or that they don't deserve the fame. But to say that these men are better written within canon than the women is such a bold statement when most of the depth they knew of these characters were lore drops given before the show and their own speculations as they dug into the shallow soil of what the show has so far.

I'm not gonna speak about Angel and Lucifer. Because I think they were characters who were legitimately well-explored so far.

Now onto the women. So many of them were given the opportunity to have their characters challenged or given the agency to push characters and the plot forward or give you intrigue about implications of what's to come for the characters and the plot. I've talked a lot about Charlie and Vaggie. So let me talk about the other, terribly underrated women of Hazbin.

Velvette and Carmilla were the ones who advanced the subplot in the war against Heaven. Because of Carmilla's love for her family despite being a demon, an angel was killed. It gave Heaven the excuse to escalate things, but it also gave Charlie hope later on in the season that they're not powerless. Carmilla was also the first demon shown to make selfless actions that is contrary to what is expected of demons, making it proof that Charlie's belief that demons deserve a second chance isn't unwarranted. She's an interesting character, as an overlord who hangs on to power but clearly has morals. But how often do you see people writing essays about her? Eating up the fact that she's a powerful overlord but would sacrifice anything for her daughters? If Carmilla were a man, hundreds of girlies would be drooling over the crime boss who has a soft spot for his daughters.

Meanwhile, Velvette got to demonstrate why exactly she's an Overlord despite being the youngest demon in there. She's calculating and observant. She gives off a haughty vibe and constantly boasts about how she's young and fresh, but she isn't naive. During that meeting, she paid attention to Carmilla and Zestial's relationship. In order to find out who killed the angel, she riled everyone up, and when she got the feeling it was Carmilla, she mocked Zestial so that Carmilla could slip up. By playing these Overlords who are older and more experienced than her, Velvette showed what exactly her asset was to the Vees and why she's a threat, something that Vox and Val have yet to be given the opportunity to do when they were busy eye-fucking Alastor and literally fucking Angel. But in fan content about the Vees, Velvette is almost treated as an after thought to the boys...

Then we have the Seraphs. Not only were their designs gorgeous, their dynamic and presence as characters had impact to the plot and main characters.

Emily is a much needed character to show that this story isn't meant to tell you that Heaven = bad; Hell = good. There is good and bad in both, and it is so important for the protags to know that they have an ally in Emily who represents the true virtues that heaven is supposed to uphold. And I love the confrontation she had with Sera when her own view of what's right and good was challenged. We got to see the strength of her character and started the seeds of what could be heaven's acceptance of Charlie's goals.

Sera is such an interesting character to me. She was also important to show that not all angels were sadistic like Adam and Lute, but not in the same way Emily was. I have no idea so far which direction this show would go with her. But I'm intrigued by the fact that she seems to be driven by fear, unlike Adam and Lute's cruelty. She knew Lucifer and was there when he was cast out for his disobedience. Whether everything she's doing is to prevent that from happening again remains to be seen, and I'm looking forward to this kind of subplot for her.

And then Rosie! I really really look forward to seeing more from her. Spoilers aside, something I barely see people talk about is how interesting it is that Rosie is every bit the leader that Charlie hopes to be. Rosie is able to be a respected overlord in her own faction without needing to sacrifice her love for showmanship and music and her positive disposition. When we were officially introduced to her, they show how she seems to care about actually taking care of her people, not JUST ordering them around, by talking to them personally and giving advice. That's exactly what Charlie wanted to do for her people, isn't it? The hotel to Charlie was what the emporium was to Rosie. They have a lot of similarities that could set up for Rosie to be the one to teach Charlie in becoming a leader. Now whether that's a good thing or a bad thing remains to be seen, but it is rather compelling.

So yeah! With all that said, I really dont think this show ignores its women at all. Just because a bigger part of the fandom gravitated towards the men doesn't necessarily mean its a misogynistic show so far. But if certain people are claiming that the women are badly written, then I hope they also own up to the fact that their blorbos are just as shallowly presented within the show, maybe even more so. Which wouldn't even be a bad thing! Since when did a show or character have to be amazingly written for a person to like them? That's just no fun at all. All I'm saying is... Fuck this fandom's double standards, hiding behind claims that it's the writing's fault when the problem is they couldn't be bothered to think about the women.

#asks #long post

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myswanderlust · 4 months ago

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jayce and viktor in modern day au: x reader

based on the fantastic art by @ primaveraart19 on twitter:

separate jayce and viktor x kindavirgin! reader

| first meeting + first time |

! MDNI slight 18+ content !

jayce: the studious golden goy

cute nerdy boy you would see in your engineering class that would never look up from note-taking or never not pay attention to the lectures.

prestigious man that made sure his university sweater was tucked neatly into his khakis every single time he got ready for classes or done using the restroom. his hair was styled gorgeously with light gel. (a gel with aloe vera and pomades because mama ximena told him not to use those awful chemical gels).

many other students that have classes with him find it difficult to gain any of his attention. they are always making advances but he never bothered to entertain it. jayce was trying to study to become an engineer or even an instructor of sorts; ‘he didn’t have the time’, he thought.

that was until he noticed you.

his demeanor had changed from the intimating gaze and nonchalant face he made in his classes, to a looser expression; he was more relaxed yet tense; seemingly brighter but he forbid making it known.

you also thought jayce was handsome; a smart man with a different personality that was vibrant but not common amongst other men at your college. you always snuck glances at him in your engineering class and it wasn't often that he caught you. (he definitely noticed but could not lock eye contact).

nothing too big ever started until when you started struggling in the class, and the professor was displeased to let you know that his office hours were booked solid and he could not fit you in. his alternative was to have you work with his top student, which was jayce.

jayce was not overwhelmed with joy- though he was extremely grateful. his mind was a jungle of emotions which were all unclear.

part of him loved to imagine tutoring you; that ending in ways not so pg. part of him always fret meeting you, knowing he wouldn’t know how to truly act around you.

would you find it weird that he sweats so much when he’s nervous? or that he stutters his sentences when he feels like he can hear himself talk in the third-person.

the professor would introduce the two of you and jayce would keep the conversation surprisingly cordial. he was pissing his pants the whole time however.

he tutored you every thursday for at least a month before things did not feel exceedingly awkward. jayce always worried he was being too obvious about how he felt about you, but if anything, you thought he couldn’t less care for you. you believed he was only tutoring you to get on the professors' good side, or simply because he asked.

when you stop showing up to tutoring (knowing that going hurt you more than not seeing his pretty face at all), jayce would text you and ask when a better time would be to which you reply a quick:

“don’t worry! it all is starting to make sense. you don’t have to tutor me anymore!”

jayce would stare at his phone for a few moments, knowing that you were lying straight through your teeth. the last lesson he tutored you on, you stared at the book blankly every-time he tried to re-explain the material. you finally did understand it and he could tell you felt embarrassed at how lon-

‘that had to be why.’ jayce would think.

he didn’t reply to the text, just knowing he would see you the next day. it's not like he had much to say, anyways. he was upset that you were not comfortable enough around him to know it was okay to be confused.

you started at the ‘read at 4:37pm’ under your message and sighed. you never wanted to stop going to tutoring with jayce but you heart could no longer handle his demeanor.

the next morning, walking into class but not noticing a tall figure and almost running into jayce’s figure starting right next to your desk. you smile at him warmly, enough to make him feel his heart flutter, yet he held an emotionless face. “i hope you aren’t coming to tutoring because of the material? you’re so much smarter than you think.” he would announce, holding steady but intimating eye with yours.

you would look up from setting your notebook down to the desk. ‘did he just.. compliment me..’ you pick your brain mentally to find a response.

“no.. jayce-“

he stares down at you; he is at a towering height, standing so close. you move you head to keep your eyes from lingering to places other than his gorgeous face. “-that’s not why..”

he just stares now, and his anxiety was through the roof. ‘shit.. she knows. i made her uncomfortable.’ his worst fear. the whole reason he was scared to tutor you.

he sighs before sitting in the desk next to you, putting his head in his hands.. his legs were usually bigger than the silly desk chair could handle so he slouches, man-spreading slightly under the desk-top. “i’m sorry.. i’m really sorry.”

you looked at him in complete confusion, contemplating stopping whatever it was he was doing but keeping quiet upon noticing the auditable and visible dismay in his expression. “i never wanted to make you uncomfortable.. i just- i don’t know how to act around you-“

your eyes widened slightly at his confession, since you both had an extremely different version of what was happening. “-you’re so attractive.. it’s very hard to tutor you but.. i knew you needed help.”

jayce had whispered that last part, but you heard it all. you smiled at his words, taking a breath before planting a kiss to his cheek. “that’s not why i wanted to stop tutoring but.. i like your version more.”

short circuit btw.

after that event, you both became very close, started dating and he was your personal tutor. (thank god)

neither of you mentioned anything particular about sex, though jayce was not a virgin. he had experience from previous years in college. he was a beauty of a man: would could blame anyone for that?

you had your own experiences as well, but had never gone the full way with anyone just yet. you and jayce had been together for around five months but you knew since the first week that jayce was the man you wanted to lose it to.

when the conversation came up, it was nerve-wracking for the both of you. more likely jayce, since he could hold your waist without the shaking of his wrists and hands. he knew you could feel it but he couldn't stop.

“you want- your first time to be with me?”

“yes jayce.. is that alright?”

he nods his head like there wasn’t a thought in his brain besides you; he was hypnotized by you, he always had been but now he knew you wanted him; it was too much for him.

even after weeks since that conversation, neither of you made an attempt at anything sexual. it wasn’t until he had enough. you came into his dorm while he worked on his midterm essay after your last class.

you came up behind him and pecked him lightly all over his face, jayce would smile cheekily at you while still looking at his screen. “how was school, lovey?”

“it was okay! super boring last lecture.” you said with a frown. you laid on his bed and turned to wrap you body around one of his pillows. his eyes went to lock with your face but he was only met with your body in a questionable manner. your bottoms looked perfect on your ass, in way that jayce couldn’t fathom. he signed before leaning back in his chair.

he had been debating making a move since the previous conversation but with the erection he had, it was making him feel less respectful.

he got up from his chair, walking over to you before leaning over your frame on the bed and kissing your face, “you’re so perfect.”

you blush at his words, turning your body until your faces were lined. his eyes were dark with desire and you noticed a confidence that was hidden beneath his nervous exterior.

“need you, can i have you now?” he mutters into your neck

you chuckle and nod, “take me, my love. need you too.”

victor: the introverted music- loving zaunite

artistic: both art wise and music wise. you met him in either one of the classes. he’s more into music, he loves the classical or piano type of music, but truly listens to any kind; he’s very diverse. art, he mostly enjoys the shaded art schemes and doodles he makes. doesn’t know an extreme amount.

viktor is not shy by any means, though he is an introvert. he does not have a hard time speaking to others, though he has a small group of friends and does not care to venture out past that.

he finds comfort in quality over quantity.

viktor went upon meeting you in between his classes in the lounge area. he was doodling in his notebook while taking to a friend. his eyes always snapped at the door when it opened and closed, since it was so close and loud. he was astounded by your beauty, could not draw his eyes away when he saw you walk through the doors to the corridor.

you walked your obviously stressed demeanor to the vending machines and pull the quarters out of your bag. viktor watched as you put the three quarters into the machine and type the command, A18.

he also watched as the bag that contained stale chips got stuck on the hoop that held them. and then your face when the anger built up. you hit the machine twice to hopefully release the bag, but to no avail.

you would lean against the wall next to the vending machine, waiting or more debating if you had any energy to be angry.

viktor’s friend also watched the exchange before noticing viktor had now stood with his cane as support and was now there with you, making you watch him as he approached the vending machine. putting his cane in his reach and leaning on a wall, he would grab the front of it, looking over at you which caused you gaze to shift slightly.

“a little help?” he said with a slight smile. your ears almost physically twitched at hearing his somewhat different tone of his voice.

you chucked a light “oh.” and helped him tip the boxy machine, making your chip bag fall over and into the grab-able compartment. you muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ to his help. he smiles again softly before leaning down and grabbing the chips. he held them out for you, “always willing to help.”

you knew you would be crushing after the event transpired, though viktor had already decided the moment you walking into the room that he had his sights set on you.

you had reminded him of himself. you were not quiet, yet you kept to your self. part of him felt like a stalker now since he had noticed you were around more than before. you sat alone in the lunge area most of the time. you would exchange 'hello's' with some professors and students but no one really ever sat down with you.

he could not understand for the life of him how someone as sweet as you had no one trying to advance but he figured you enjoyed the solitude while in classes and while studying.

viktor also always wondered what you were listening to when you popped those headphones in. when you looked like you were mercilessly typing, what seemed like an essay, were you listening to a piano chorus or soft lofi?

what if it was neither, and you liked listening to some heavy metal for inspiration? he was so intrigued, but felt somewhat awkward asking you straight up "what music are you listening to?"

he did anyways. he steady himself and he walked, heart softly but loudly beating against his ribs as he walked up to you. he could tell you were in a trance of writing so he decided to simply sit in the open chair across from you.

it took a while to whip you out of the trance too, with you mind running a mile every second. you were writing in your notes different ideas for you upcoming essay and when you noticed his presence, it shook you. you ripped the headphone out of you left ear and smiled, slightly embarrassed. "oh- hi! sorry i was totally distracted."

"you are perfectly fine. i am simply the one intruding your space." he spoke and chuckled. you shook your head. "you're not at all. it was calming."

he nods, before nodding his head in the direction of your headphones plugged into your cell phone. "i was curious to what you were listening to." you look down to your phone and then back at him, "oh, just *insert band name*. i love *type of music*."

it was something of how simple it was for you to tell him without question and how your eyes lit up at mentioning your favorite band. he knew he did not care to cower any longer behind a fear of rejection. even though as he debated, he just stared at you, which scared you tremendously that he was judging you for what you thought was not a niche interest.

you looked at him with concern for a minute before he realized. "sorry. you are just very attractive. i fear i did not know how to respond respectfully."

you looked him slightly surprised; your eyes and mouth slightly gaped at his truth before looking back down to your computer screen and clearing your throat, "you.. look very great yourself..."

"viktor." he spoke with a sly smile. he puts out a hand before meeting yours.

upon much flirting and spending more times together, you and viktor became close and he had asked you on a date to a musical venue on campus that played a range of your favorite type of music. viktor was astonished at how he had never took the time to listen to that type before but he did learn to love it.

his highest enjoyment came when he would watch your eyes glow the very similar glint they had when you both met the second time and he loved it. viktor did not pay much attention to the actual artists at all.

viktor is by no means inexperienced. he was in his third year of college when you met him and he was attentive to say the least, meaning he knew you were not completely a virgin. it never bothered him since he would never care about something a s superficial as body count.

upon finding out you were still technically a virgin, he had no problem letting the relation wait for more of a consistency before jumping into anything. moments got heated, but he was respectful and hide his burning desire, though your whine of desperation was killing him.

"i swear on everything i will take you my sweet, but not today. i will help you in other ways."

after a few more months of dating, it was your birthday. you were mostly excited to spend it with viktor since he said he planned the whole day for you. couple massages, dinner and desert at his house. nothing topped spending time with him for your birthday, except for the fact that he had got you a signed record of your favorite band.

you cried at his kind gesture knowing that getting it signed was the hardest thing he could have done for you. you jumped into his arms, straddling him before pulling back and kissing him harder than you had ever kissed anyone. he groaned from the impact and found his hands lost in your clothes.

"im ready vik, please make me yours." you would beg him with your mouth breathing heavy against his own.

he would simply smile, "you are already mine, as i am yours but, how could i ever say no to that?"

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Eros ✿

lewis hamilton x fem!reader smau

faceclaims: h.e.r and other girls from pinterest

album is yoncé by beyonce (a masterpiece imo)

warnings: cussing, sexual innuendos

authors note: this is my first smau! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!! also sorry for any blurriness, tumblr ruined the quality 🫤

𝚏𝟷 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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my album “Eros” is out now!!! I am so proud of this piece of art work and I hope you enjoy!! 🤭😉✨

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↳ y/n_ig are you???

↳ livelaughlovey/n what do you mean by that?!?! hello?!?!

lewishamilton i’m so proud of you baby! they not ready! 🫶🏾

↳ y/n_ig thank you baby! 😘

bffusername literally my favorite album!!

↳ y/n_ig you say that for all my albums?! 💀

↳ bffusername girl shhhh! you’re ruining it 😔

charlesleclerc congrats y/n! i can’t wait to listen!

marrymey/n just dropped everything to go listen!!

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wow, #1 globally and in the states. i literally had a week to write something but i honestly can’t tell you how im feeling rn! i’m utterly speechless and forever grateful 🥹❤️ thank you guys for all the love, your amazing!!

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username1 flawless and 7/11 have been on replay everyday!!

lewishamilton i expected nothing less from the most beautiful woman to ever exist. beyond proud of you my love ♥️

↳ y/n_ig i love you 🥹♥️

oscarpiastri_ congrats y/n! you deserve this!

↳ y/n_ig thank you osc!

marrymey/n the album is an absolute masterpiece!! rocket and pretty hurts?!?? it hit me right in the feels 🥲

beyoncé congrats honey ❤️

↳ y/n_ig thank you queen! ❤️

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username6 holy fuck they’re married!! omg! 😵‍💫

standy/n4life lol she said stfu thats my man. congrats y/n!!

charlesleclerc finally! this was such a trouble to keep secret! congrats again guys, the wedding was beautiful! liked by y/n_ig

username1 not the lyrics from rocket 💀

username6 she’s letting us know what they did on they wedding day, wouldn’t be surprised if that song is based off that day 😭

↳ y/n_ig it is 😉

bffusername my girl is a wifeee 🤭

lewishamilton love you forever and always ♾️

↳ y/n_ig till my last breath my love ♾️

beyoncé truly such a beautiful ceremony ❤️ god bless you beautiful 🥰

↳ y/n_ig thank you 🤧

marrymey/n no it was supposed to be meee 🧎🏾‍♀️🥲

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↳ marrymey/n no your not 😔

↳ lewishamilton yea i’m not 🫶🏾

livelaughlovey/n um girly, is that a mistake in the date?!?

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↳ livelaughlovey/n replied to y/n_ig & lewishamilton ALMOST A YEAR?!?!

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blueblossomrose · 6 months ago

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Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Content: DUBIOUS HUMOR, Alastor and reader have a weird asf relationship, that doesn't seem romantic but is clearly not platonic either, Morningstar!Reader, Reader is based on my Hazbin Hotel oc actually. Typical Hazbin Hotel canon swearing, violence, and sexual innuendo, but nothing out of this. Writing about Alastor is weird but also so fun sm

Notes: This fanfic has been rotting in my drafts since the beginning of the year and only now have I found the courage to finish it 🙌

Alastor arts are from limajey25 on twitter, because i love Alastor more in their style.

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

The “daylight” in Hell had a singular quality. There was no actual sun, but the perpetually crimson sky cast a dull glow that filled the hotel hallways.

[Name] sat at the dining room table, curling her fingers around a steaming mug of coffee. She was still wearing simple pajamas.

Alastor sat across from her, looking impeccably dressed as always, his smile wide and fixed. He looked out of place at the table, but somehow, at the same time, perfectly at ease.

“You look tired, my dear,” he commented, tilting his head slightly. His voice echoed with that familiar lilt. “And, might I add, rather… listless! Is something disturbing your sleep?”

[Name] let out a low sigh, blowing steam from her mug. “Yes,” she admitted, not looking directly at him. “I’ve been having nightmares... lately, they’ve been more intense.”

“Ah!” Alastor exclaimed, his ears perking up slightly, indicating his interest. “Nightmares, huh? How fascinating! I’d love to hear more about it!”

She finally looked up at him, frowning. “Fascinating? I don’t know how fascinating that can be. They’re horrible, Al.”

He tilted his head to the other side. “Horrible to you, maybe. But to me, nightmares reveal the true essence of a person! It’s fascinating to know what your mind can conjure up when you’re vulnerable, untethered by your conscience. So tell me, my dear… what exactly has been tormenting you?”

She hesitated, biting her lower lip. “It’s not… specific things,” she began. “It’s more of a feeling. Like I’m being pulled into places I can’t escape. Places I don’t understand. People I trust… become something I don’t recognize.”

Alastor was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on her as if he were analyzing her every word. “Interesting,” he murmured, before spreading his hands in a theatrical gesture. “But, my dear, dreams are nothing more than tricks of the mind! A distorted reflection of your fears, perhaps? Or,” he smiled a little wider, “of repressed desires?”

She blushed instantly, shaking her head. “i-it’s nothing like that! It’s just… they make me uneasy, like I can’t even trust my own subconscious.”

“Which is quite common around here, I must say!” Alastor laughed, the sound echoing around the room. “Trust, especially in yourself, is a luxury in Hell. But tell me,” he leaned a little closer, his eyes shining. “Do these dreams involve anyone in particular? Perhaps… a mysterious, charming figure, perhaps with a charming voice?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, stifling a nervous laugh. “Are you asking me if I have nightmares about you?”

He leaned back in his chair, placing a hand theatrically over his chest. “Me? My dear, I would never suggest such a thing! But I must admit, it would be flattering. After all, inducing chills and terror is one of my specialties!”

She snorted, but couldn’t help the smile that escaped. There was something oddly comforting about Alastor’s way of handling everything – he could always make it… less overwhelming if really want to.

“No, you haven’t appeared in my dreams,” she finally replied. “But honestly, now that you mention it… I hope you don’t. I think that would be even scarier!”

Alastor laughed, but the sound held something slightly forced, a momentary glint of something darker passing through his eyes before it disappeared. "Ah, my dear, do not underestimate my ability to leave a mark... even in your dreams."

For a moment, her smile faltered. There was something in his tone that made her uneasy. But then he stood up, breaking the mood.

It was strange, considering that [Name] was not raised in hell, so even though she was MUCH older than Alastor chronologically speaking, he had more experience than her in almost everything, considering the sheltered upbringing she had in heaven.

Hell was something totally new to her and maybe that was the reason for the nightmares? Her mind trying to adapt to the chaos that had been the last few months as she dealt with several different things within this nefarious environment?

"But if you need a good conversation, I'm open to dialogue! After all, a good radio host also knows when to listen." Alastor comments, so casually that it even scares her.

"Uh- thank you, Alastor..."

He leaned forward slightly, as if in a gesture of respect. "Well, my dear, it's the least I can do. After all, there's nothing more intriguing – or amusing – than your human... or almost human dilemmas."

And with that, he left the room, whistling an old tune as she stood back, staring at her mug and wondering if she should ask Charlie to help her, when Angel walked past her to grab the coffee pot.

"Hah, you've been talking to the strawberry pimp a lot, huh?" Dust said with an amused smile after pouring the coffee into the cup.

"Strawberry pimp?" It took her a while to realize he meant Alastor. "Oh..."

It was late at night, most of the staff in their rooms, lost in sleep. The hotel lounge was lit only by the dim red light of a few old-fashioned lamps. Alastor was sitting in his usual armchair enjoying the silence of the night, elegantly leaning back, legs crossed, eyes closed in relaxation, when [Name] came running in, sobbing and with tears in her eyes.

She practically threw herself at his feet, clinging to the hem of his impeccable red coat. He tilted his head down quickly in mild fright, arching an eyebrow as he looked at her like someone watching a cat asking for attention.

"My dear, why the commotion at this time of night?" he asked with an exaggerated sigh, but something in his expression suggested that he was genuinely slightly worried.

"A-Al!" she sobbed. "I-I had a terrible nightmare!"

"Ah, nightmares again, is that it?" He waved his hand as if dismissing the seriousness of the matter. "Now, darling, dreams are nothing more than fragments of disjointed imagination. They can't hurt you."

"Y-you don't understand!" she whimpered. "I-It was so horrible and it felt so real!"

He rolled his eyes with a face only he could make, shaking his head slightly. "And what could be so horrible, hm? Some buffet without desserts?"

She looked up, her eyes filled with tears and a glint of genuine terror. "Y-You were a pimp!"

Alastor's smile froze in place. His eyes widened instantly, but he remained completely still, like a statue. If it weren't for the low static now emanating from him, she would have sworn he had ceased to function entirely.

"A-Alastor?" she called hesitantly after choking back a sob, waving a hand in front of his face. No response.

An hour later, Charlie, Angel Dust, Vaggie, Husk, and Nifty had gathered around Alastor, now in a catatonic state. The only thing emanating from it was intermittent static and the occasional low-pitched radio noise.

"D-Dad..." [Name] sniffed into the phone.

On the other end of the line, Lucifer's sleepy voice answered. "Hello...?" He yawned. "Hi, sweetie. Why are you calling me at this hour?... W-Wait, are you crying?! What's wrong, my girl?"

"D-dad..." she sniffed again, looking at Alastor, who remained motionless. "I think I broke Alastor!"

"Broke? What do you mean you broke him? Literally?"

"Y-yes, literally! He's been standing still, making nothing but static and hasn't moved for an hour!"

On the other end of the line, Lucifer said after a short pause. "... Have you tried... turning it off and on again?"

"I tried!" she complained, desperate. "Nothing works! He's still like this!"

"Bang him over the head and see if that helps," Husk suggested, holding up a half-empty beer bottle.

"Husk, please, Al is not an old television!" Charlie said.

"It works for me," Husk replied, shrugging.

"We could try another-" Charlie was cut off when Angel smacked Alastor hard on the head.

The impact echoed through the room, and Alastor began to emit a cacophony of sounds—jazz tunes, snippets of 1930s radio shows, and even a broadcast of a margarine commercial.

"Oh, great! Did he really screw it up?!" Angel screamed at the loud noise, putting a finger in his ear.

"Why did you have to do that, you idiot!" Vaggie yelled.

"That's not helping at all, Angel!" Charlie exclaimed, trying to muffle the sound by covering his ears.

Suddenly, the sounds stopped, and Alastor finally blinked. He slowly smoothed his coat and adjusted his bow tie.

"Well..." He finally spoke, his voice sounding a little strained, although the smile was back on his face. "That was... peculiar."

"Alastor!" [Name] ran up to him, her eyes still teary. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"My dear, I think I've had the experience of being in limbo... and I must say I don't recommend it. Frankly, I prefer the damned souls screaming in the halls of Hell." He said, laughing along with cheesy radio effects.

"You were stuck for a whole hour!" Angel commented, arms crossed.

"So... does that mean you're okay?" [Name] asked again, hesitantly.

"Well, well..." He sighed dramatically. "I'd say I'm perfectly functional. But I must admit..." He tilted his head, looking directly at her with a forced expression. "Your nightmares are actually more terrifying than my murders!"

[Name] watched Alastor with a mix of relief and guilt, while the others in the room were still trying to process what had just happened. "I... I'm so sorry, Al," she said quietly, fidgeting nervously with the sleeves of her pajamas. "I didn't mean to cause this. It's just... the nightmare was so real."

"My dear, there's no need to apologize!" He spread his arms wide, returning to his usual tone. “Though I must admit that few things in this world—or this hell—could have prepared me for such a… creative accusation.”

“It wasn’t an accusation!” she protested. “It was just… my mind playing tricks! Nightmares don’t follow logic!”

“Clearly,” he replied. “But I must say… it’s fascinating that, of all the possibilities, your mind chose to cast me in this particular role. I’m afraid to ask, but… was there a fur coat involved?”

“Don’t make me remember!” she squeaked, covering her head.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x female reader #alastor x fem reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x female reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x you

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luvingjeanie · 2 months ago

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Wait can you please do streamerboyfriend!arisu?

IDK WHY I DIDNT THINK OF THIS WHEN I STARTED WRITING ABT STREAMER BOYFRIEND YUJI😭😭😭

ur mind is so powerful ily

streamerboyfriend!arisu x fem!reader

regular!au, no borderlands games :)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

streamerboyfriend!arisu who is actually super in his element on stream! he’s definitely awkward for his first few, he doesn’t think it’ll work out, but it does!

he has his own niche little fan base, he isn’t as popular as my streamerboyfriend!yuji is, arisu’s fan base is smaller, but by no means tiny

he’s just less boisterous and loud, he’s funnier in an unintentional way rather than constantly cracking jokes, sometimes doesn’t know how to reply to comments from any fans who have a crush on him so he just stutters a ‘th-thank you😊’

streamerboyfriend!arisu who absolutely shits himself when he gets a bigger following, does not understand why people actually want to watch him play his shooters because sometimes he gets so into it he forgets to speak, like for three minutes theres no commentary because he’s SO focused!

‘y/n???? there’s more people now??? :(‘

‘angel, look! look! there’s like 600 viewers?’

streamerboyfriend!arisu who plays online shooters, mainly, although when he starts committing to streaming he will genuinely care about what people want to see and does play games his viewers suggest!

the look of confusion on his face at some of the weird shit in chilla’s art games gets screenshotted and becomes the pfp’s of many fans😭

streamerboyfriend!arisu who doesn’t talk about his personal life much, not that he doesn’t want to, he just forgets because, again, he gets super focused

accidentally blurts out a ‘my girlfriend’ and that’s how everyone finds out

streamerboyfriend!arisu stuttering and mumbling out a small plead for you to introduce yourself to his viewers because ever since he accidentally spoke about you, they ask about you all the time!

they grew curious, he slowly began to talk about you more, and now they just HAVE to meet you

streamerboyfriend!arisu who gets so happy and smiley when you crouch down to be in view of his webcam and give a little wave and smile to his viewers :)

you wouldn’t be a ‘guest’ on arisu’s stream in the way you’d be an almost regular on streamerboyfriend!yuji’s stream, but you pop on every now and then!

this is simply because arisu’s content is almost strictly gaming, he’ll have moments on his stream where he’s just chatting and laughing whilst interacting with chat, but aside from that, it’s gaming so you can’t really be a frequent guest in the sense that you wouldn’t be able to do much else aside from sit beside him and watch

plus!!! this is genuinely just arisu’s time, like gaming is still his hobby as well as his job now. he doesn’t view streaming as work, it’s still his free time, and while he has no problem at all with you being with him, you allow him to have arisu time bc you’re a good, sweet, supportive gf!

streamerboyfriend!arisu who, just like yuji, gets edits on tik tok once his following is big enough

it simultaneously confuses and flatters him

doesn’t repost or like them often because that’s just not what he’s about, but if it’s good (he prefers the silly ones bc he cannot comprehend that some people aside from you think he’s hot) he’ll like it

although, any one that he sees he WILL show it to you because WHAT THE HELLLLL OH MY GOD NO WAYYY

‘huh??? they keep doing this?’

‘nonono it’s good, i like it, but why?’

streamerboyfriend!arisu who becomes slightly more active on other socials like instagram snd twitter, but not much despite the fact that his following on those platforms have grown too

instagram is mainly you, your dates, cool photos of figures he’s seen in shops, a new manga volume held in his hand or on a desk with a cup of instant ramen beside him because that’s ALL he eats

twitter is honestly just to notify his viewers of when he’s going to stream

‘streaming at 7pm JST!! :D’

streamerboyfriend!arisu who gets SOSOSOSO happy people like you two as a couple!!

he didn’t know people would find you guys this cute because you aren’t on his stream often, but the collection of posts you feature in on his instagram, the little smile on his face when he talks about his pretty angel, and the few clips of you two together on stream make people LOVE you together

there aren’t many edits of you two together (very different from streamerboyfriend!yuji because the viewers have SO many clips to work with) but his viewers manage with the few clips they have!

one edit is very short, it’s an edit with a beabadoobee song (i saw her live and i HAVE to see her again omg😭😭), probably ‘you’re here that’s the thing’ bc it’s such a cutesy song, of you and him on stream for literally no more than three minutes after you came in to give him some cut up fruit to eat whilst he was playing his silly little game :((

it’s the ONE edit he’s reposted <3

streamerboyfriend!arisu who talks to his viewers like they’re his friends. not even karube and chota like gaming much, so when he gets a little community with his interests who genuinely like seeing him in his element, he views it as actually having some company, a little hang out session.

he LOVES his viewers, he doesn’t give them a special name or anything, but he does show his appreciation from time to time, earnestly thanking them for any donations (doesn’t insist on them not giving donations like yuji does bc bro NEEDS the money lmao)

he’s just such a cutie bc he LOVES what he does!

#kacey talks <3 #arisu ryohei x reader #arisu x reader #arisu ryohei #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland

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doomwitctheories · 4 months ago

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YOU and HIM - Upbringing Theory

DISCLAIMER:

YOU and HIM is an +18 visual novel. Therefore, minors, don't interact.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Religious trauma. (SA) Sexual abuse. Sexism. Helicopter parenting. Censorship. Domestic abuse. Suicide. Murder and violence.

I finally have some spare time to write this theory down. And by that I mean, I don’t really have the time, but I need some dopamine to start the tasks I actually need to be doing and what better way to do so than getting on this side quest that I’ve delayed for so long. Specially since chapter 4 is currently on the making.

The following post is a long theory regarding Adam’s childhood and upbringing.

Since YOU and HIM aims to be somewhat realistic, I will consider facts from the real world as valid evidence to support some of the ideas drawn here.

Please check the trigger warnings before continuing.

Great! Since I’m awful with introductions, let’s start from the beginning: what we know from the game dialogue directly.

When YOU first meet Adam, YOU mention both his parents in a teasing manner in an attempt to keep the killer talking, and he immediately gets defensive about his mom specifically.

YOU: A Christmas present for your dear ol’ mom and dad then?

Adam: Don’t talk about my mother.

That alone let us know his mother is a sensitive topic for him. Some theorize Adam hates his mom and that’s the reason behind his visceral reaction to your comment and the terrifying nature of his nightmares. Even though that’s a possibility, I disagree.

His line sounds as a warning to me. “Watch your mouth, don't you dare disrespect my mother.” To back this interpretation, we have this image from the official Twitter account and this old tumblr post that narrates how Adam and his mother once took care of an injured crow.

(Art belongs to @YOUandHIM_GAME on twitter)

So then, why does Adam remember his mom as this demonic ghost that haunts his nightmares? Well, because, as we’ll explore later, her mom was traumatized and perceived men’s sexual nature as something intrinsically damaging. She probably taught him this, directly or indirectly (with her actions and reactions), in hopes to guide and/or protect him, without realizing she was demonizing and shaming a natural side of his son. When Adam feels like he’s failing her memory and his promise, her mother appears in front of him, enraged and disappointed, a reflection of what he’s internalized about himself. But this doesn’t delete the fact he holds his mother dear to his heart. I doubt he would wear her pendant otherwise, even if it’s upside down.

On the other hand, he willingly shares some useful information about his father. YOU ask five questions, to which he replies shortly. Let’s examine them in order.

YOU: Does he snore like a boar?

Adam: No.

I would say this first reply is unimportant, but you never know.

YOU: Did he play catch with you as a kid?

Adam: No.

YOU: Does he make corny dad jokes?

Adam: No.

Adam’s father (who we’ll be referring to as Larry from now on) is clearly on the serious side. This lack of regard for fun and leisure may have conditioned Adam to mature early, ditch games and/or toys and focus primarily on studying and whatever chores were expected of him.

This could be subconscious (a very busy parent doesn’t care or give importance to play, so the child internalizes this and matures early in search of approval or attention) or indoctrinated directly (his father punished or was critical/controlling of his playtime).

YOU: Does he barbecue and watch football on Sundays?

Adam: Yes.

YOU: What does he do for a living?

Adam: he’s a preacher for my hometown church back in Tennessee.

Alright. Now we know his father was a Christian, but this alone isn’t enough to determine his belief-system, since there’s a broad variety of Christian denominations.

After some research, I believe Adam’s hometown church probably falls under the baptist denomination, based on:

The word “preacher”: this term is commonly used in protestant denominations.

Tennessee demographics: In 2014, the statistics for religious affiliation in Tennessee show the large majority of the population falls under Evangelical Protestantism. Baptism falls under this umbrella.

Lastly, according to wikipedia, Southern Baptist churches have historically had a significant and widespread presence in Tennessee. The Southern Baptist Convention (SBC) is one of the largest Protestant denominations in the United States, and it has numerous congregations across Tennessee.

This religious oriented lifestyle relates to his father’s reported activity specifically on Sundays. He probably gathered with other church members after preaching.

Now let’s take a look at what we know about Clarissa: Adam’s mom. Let’s start with the old picture Aunt Ruth keeps like a treasure and the memories and impressions it elicits.

Ruth’s POV: The one where she’s in front of her old church the day after her high school graduation. [...] Back in those days, everything was sorted into neat little boxes and anything that stood outside of it was a menace to society. And those ideals matched that of her friends perfectly. So much so, her mother used to tease the six of them about being a hive mind.

YOUr POV: He presents you with a picture of your aunt and four other women. [...] You take your time studying the photo, when something about the woman positioned at the far left of the group [...] captures your attention. While the rest of the women laugh openly, hers conveys a distinct shyness. Almost as if she doesn’t want the others to notice. [...] She’s model-pretty. Distinguishable within any crowd, much like the rest of her friends. [...] and notice how her arms aren’t linked with the others.

Even tho this isn’t directly stated, we can guess from the looks of the women in the picture they're all related to CAKE. I suspect, Adam’s mom, Ethan’s relative, aunt Ruth, King’s relative and Cain’s relative.

From this paragraph, we can presume that the five women in the picture shared strict religious beliefs, and were weary and distrusting of outside sources. They live in a small world with no room for doubt or discussion, which lead them to unhealthy black and white thinking, even if at the time they weren’t aware because they were able to deny and disown the parts of themselves that opposed their ideals.

We get a glimpse of Clarissa’s personality. Shy, too unsure to reach out and link her arms with the rest of her friends. Maybe on the submissive side, the type to never talk back, keep her voice down and avoid conflict.

Ruth’s POV: His cross earring glints in the light, capturing Ruth’s full attention. [...] She knows that earring. But she hasn’t seen it since the unfortunate news about Clarissa came out, and back then it wasn’t an earring. In fact, it was a pendant that belonged on a necklace. A gift she gave to Clarissa for her birthday so many odd years ago.

Ruth’s POV: [...] with the face of the woman she once cared for. With the face of her first love.

We now know Adam’s famous earring is actually a pendant Ruth gifted Clarissa, Adam’s mom, back in high school (since she wears it in her graduation picture).

We know that something unfortunate happened to Clarissa, and now she’s gone. It’s heavily implied she passed away. After that, Adam retrieved the pendant and turned it into an earring.

Adam’s dream sequence: Frantic black lettering bleeds through the paper as if the author was running out of time and scribbled down what they could. [...] Red drips onto the paper from above. [...]

Adam’s POV:

A memory flickers like a candle wick, one of murky red water and the drip of a bathroom sink and-

Remember what I told you when we first met? [...] Recalling a memory of pink tinted water spilling over the lip of a bathroom tub, the water sloshing against his torn sneakers as he stood there with mounting horror. Tears streamed down his sore face. [...]

We don’t know much, but from Adam’s flashbacks and dreams, I believe Clarissa committed suicide. The exact method she used is unclear (hanged in the kitchen/ bleed to death in the bathtub). Maybe she attempted against her life several times until, one day, she succeeded. What exactly she went through that lead to her bruises and a deteriorated mental health?

Firstly, I’m going to assume Larry and Clarissa met in church. Since it is said that Clarissa and her friends were religious as well and rejected those outside their religion, I think she must fall under the baptist denomination as well.

This implies Adam’s household was founded under two pillars:

Information control.

Since Clarissa and Larry rejected any input aside their religion and lifestyle, they would probably try to raise Adam away from outside influence. This includes supervised television, homeschool, etc.

This would explain why Adam has developed quiet interests over time (mainly reading) and doesn’t know many, if any, pop culture references or movies/tv shows (answered in the Official Old Tumblr account, deactivated in 2023).

His hobbies outside the home would also aim to trap Adam within the church social circle. That’s why he spent his time singing for the church chorus.

Not only was censorship promoted, but violence and persecution against "heretics" was as well. This may be partly why Adam grew up desensitized to violence.

Examples of hateful sermons in this video, also linked at the end in resources: https://youtu.be/W2I-59uDtIk.

Traditional values

I will specifically tackle the different and unequal treatment towards men and women.

Women must stay submissive to men, whether it’s their father, tutor or (and specially) their husband. As some ex-members of the church describe it: Women in church were constantly battered housewives, constantly afraid of everything. They have to ask permission for everything, even making a phone call.

Women are expected to take care of the house and the children, cradle their partners and comply to their every wish.

On the other hand, men make all the decisions and run every aspect of the house. They are in charge of finances and are encouraged to punish and correct any misbehavior. They aren’t supposed to have a sensitive side or show emotion, in hopes that compassion or emotion would cloud their judgment and prevent them from imposing their dominance.

We actually get a confirmation Adam was severely punished for crying, and it wasn’t an isolated episode:

Little Adam’s POV: He can’t get caught crying again. Not after last time. He can still remember the acrid scent of cigarette smoke and the suffocating darkness of the shed, his palms flat against the rotting floor as he waited with his head bowed. No, he’s learned his lesson too many times to count.

Both genders aren’t allowed to wear nail polish or piercings. Hair dye is also forbidden, specially since it’s a standard of feminism and the LGBTQ+ community, and those two diametrally oppose their beliefs and are seen as a threat to morality.

Power imbalance, desensitization and dogmatic thinking patterns are the perfect combination for domestic violence and cruelty.

In Clarissa’s case, she probably was often targeted due to her naturally shy and fragile nature. Softness is weakness to be taken advantage of. And retaliation is not an option.

By now, you can probably guess where this is going, but I suspect Clarissa was repeatedly abused (physically and sexually) by Larry. We’ve already seen Larry is capable and has beaten his child.

And Adam remembers his mother covered in scars and bruises, crying and begging for Adam not to turn out like his dad, and this memory surfaces the moment he’s about to masturbate.

Adam’s POV: Did his father think he’d give into his desires? Did he believe he’d grow up and become just like him?

Ruth: It’s your fault she’s gone! You’re the reason she endured everything she did. It was all for you, and yet you killed her! Your entire existence destroyed her! I told her she shouldn’t have gone through with her pregnancy, but she wouldn’t listen. What he did to her, you know that all started because of you, don’t you? But she never told you that because she wouldn’t want you to blame yourself, but you should’ve. And now? And now she’s gone because of you. You took her away. [...] You Goddamn piece of shit, you took her away, again!

According to old testament bible laws, if an unpure woman gets assaulted by a man, they shall both be punished. But… If the woman in question was a virgin, the abuser must then talk to her father and marry her to pay for the damages.

Outside the bible, abuse is excused, justified or hidden in other ways. When someone influential in the church abuses someone, the victim is met with: God uses that sexual abuse to make you grow closer to him. As if the pain and trauma was a gift to be cherished.

Prior to the abuse, women are always aware of the hungry gaze of men. They can't show any skin, for it would be their fault to cause a fellow man to stumble. Men’s desires are perceived as not their own, but an impulse women have to cater and are guilty of awakening.

At the same time, sex itself is taboo and condoned outside of marriage. Abortion is also condemned, and it’s considered a synonym of infanticide.

So women walk around scared and uninformed, surrounded by men who won’t take accountability for their lust and will force the women they find attractive to own up to their twisted behavior. Even going as far as threatening the victim to stay quiet if they don’t wish the abuser to spread how the woman came onto them instead.

Ruth points the start of things spiraling with Clarissa’s pregnancy. Several reasons could explain this.

It’s possible that Larry didn’t plan on settling down and Clarissa’s pregnancy was an unexpected inconvenience. Since he can’t be at fault for anything, Clarissa is to blame for having the baby, and, in his eyes, she should accept the violence since she’s the cause of his frustrations.

Abusers may start to show their true colors after a baby, because if they threaten the child’s safety, then the mother has no choice but to endure the abuse in order to protect their kid. Also, since they become weak and maybe even lose their jobs after giving birth, they are completely at the mercy of their husbands financially.

Moreover, homosexuality was seen as a sin. Ruth was confronted about her love for Clarissa head on, and I suspect Clarissa knew about her feelings. If not, why treasure a simple birthday gift even after years of separation and “betrayal” ? (since Ruth didn’t support Clarissa in the slightest after her pregnancy, wanting to essentially escape and rewrite everything that happened, beside things we don’t know about that are probably far worse than a hurtful comparison). I think Clarissa returned Ruth’s feelings and would’ve never willingly slept with someone else. Her shy and prude demeanor in the photo further supporting this idea she wouldn’t come onto anybody with lascivious intent.

So, in summary.

Clarissa and Ruth were in love.

Larry sexually assaulted Clarissa. There are many possibilities here. I think probably Clarissa was ashamed and manipulated. She kept quiet and “started dating” Larry. Maybe she told Ruth, or Ruth ended up discovering the true nature of her relationship with Larry after the pregnancy was announced and the violence started.

Clarissa gave birth to Adam.

When Adam was a child, Clarissa and Ruth got separated by Larry for some unknown reason. Her comments and actions probably caused a lot of problems in the marriage, hence why she got confronted directly by Larry on her crush and why she’s deadly afraid since then.

Clarissa raised Adam alone and, meaning to protect him from his dad while sustaining a sense of normalcy, as many housewives do.

Clarissa died when Adam was already grown up. Seemingly, she committed suicide, but if Adam is looking for answers to this day and has a mysterious promise to keep, maybe her departure is not that simple.

How did this affect Adam and how he navigated his childhood?

For starters, he hates the smells and flavors that remind him of his dad, like cigars and alcohol.

He also can't handle being genuinely spooked, and heavily prefers quiet past times.

He was probably told directly or indirectly how her mother’s suffering was his fault. How being born was a long life burden to her mom, and one he must atone for.

(In this context, his name is another layer of fucked up. Adam is the original sin, he alone condemned the world to an existence of suffering, all because he let his obligations aside in favor of his lover. And humanity spent the rest of eternity repenting, awaiting a forgiveness that only came in heaven, after a life of unwavering devotion to God).

He believes himself to be inherently bad. All his actions and choices aim to correct this perceived wrong that was never a wrong in the first place.

Adam has a clear distaste of his father and grows up in fear he’s bound to become "just like him". I think this is where his rebellious nature comes in, questioning the word of God and the sociocultural perspective his parents feed him. Specially when he’s a first witness of hypocrisy, lies and irreversible harm.

Going back to the beginning, Clarissa probably nurtured Adam and shared with him the few happy memories he can recall from childhood. He wanted to make her happy and make life easy for her.

Adam’s POV: He’s never cared much for extravagant things despite people always offering them left and right. He was taught to never want them, to never accept anything beyond his means, something he holds onto to this day.

Notice the phrasing. He doesn’t say “I never liked that kind of thing” he specified he was taught to not want them.

You can’t be taught “unwant” something. You can be conditioned to reject something, tho.

You can be taught to believe your wants and needs are immoral, and your objective is to suppress and act directly against them.

When punitive, shaming or guilt-tripping is applied to reframe the very nature of our innocent desires, that function as our inner drive and guide to our sense of self, we lose touch with who we are. Taking pride or shame in committing to the role, while suppressing any emotion, locked as unacceptable and disgusting.

Even if his mom loved him, she indoctrinated him to a certain extent and made him believe he can't trust his desires because they're intrinsically bad, even if she did it with good intentions. Adam is a bad seed and can only aim to "do the right thing" by sticking to her memory. That's why he sees her as this vengeful spirit, there's a duality within him.

This leads to a complete disconnect of the emotional self. You grow numb and uninterested, dedicating your focus to "performing at a high standard" and blowing off some steam in a controlled environment. How? By directing your inner rage towards the outside world. You see yourself in this filthy scum, and if you don't deserve to live, they should die for not being able to control themselves.

That's Adam's life. Guided by an Old Testament of rules too outdated for him to grow, but too engraved on his skin for him to set himself free. The only feelings available are "reward" and anger.

Despite going on tour after tour, Adam's world remains small; the same as when he was little.

That's when YOU come in.

It's not about the kiss itself. It's about the novelty. An unexpected (but pleasurable) occurrence that put his status quo upside down.

The lore alarms went crazy the moment YOU mention, you remember Clarissa, but can’t recall from where. Sure, it’s certainly possible that she reminded you of Adam, since they look alike, therefore explaining the sense of déjà vu. But let’s recall Ruth and Clarissa have been close friends since high school, at least. Maybe YOU met Clarissa when YOU were little. And not only her. Adam too. It’s been said multiple times in the official Twitter/X account that Adam managed to handle his sexual desires just fine until YOU came around, and not just because you kissed him. It’s like something about YOU specifically ignites something within Adam, and given the context, it’s very likely YOU and HIM met a long time ago and just don’t recognize one another, because you both changed a lot growing up. Ruth even says she only picked up on Adam’s identity due to his pendant. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have a clue who he was.

Regardless, his sexual attraction awakened a hidden side of himself. A vulnerable, sincere and needy fraction of his identity, which holds the key to solving his inner turmoil.

If he lets himself explore this part of him, it might be a strong enough catalyst to help him open up to other areas of his life.

I believe that's the deeper reason behind Adam's fixation on bondage specifically.

He wants to experience all these new pleasurable sensations, but he feels too guilty to do so. Being forced into it gives the conscious mind an excuse."You're restrained." There's someone else in control. It takes the blame off what you're feeling, so you may indulge in your secret desires.

If he sees nothing bad happens after the fact, he may allow himself to unwind in other ways and find himself again. The tender parts of him he abandoned a long time ago.

It would be naive to believe he can be completely redeemed after killing people. But I sincerely believe he's a sweetie at heart, and I hope he has the best outcome possible. But if the narrative demands otherwise (which is very likely, lmao)... welcome the angst and long live fanfiction, am I right?😭🔪💜

So, what do you think? AND WHAT’S THE MEANING OF Anthemis cotula !? 🌼 We’ll never now.

I can’t write a longer theory because all those extra juicy facts and snippets for the upcoming chapter are on the patreon. You can find the link on the twitter of the game. Please, support the creator if you're able.

Please let me know your thoughts in the comments. I wish all your hopes will manifest in real life soon. Good night and sweet dreams, everyone.🌙🪄

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RESOURCES:

Tennessee demographics: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demographics_of_Tennessee

Evangelicalism: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evangelicalism

Southern Baptist Church:

https://youtu.be/bPZTP9_0mbI

https://youtu.be/6gSjUpBxVEU

Trans person infiltrates hate church: https://youtu.be/W2I-59uDtIk

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sashamosu46 · 2 months ago

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I'm so tired of Twitter recommending me negative/complaining tweets like there's one by a KR Kuroshitsuji fan who posted these pics of Sebastian from 3 different seasons and said how S4 and S5 art style is not as good as the one in older seasons. Of course there are also replies chiming in, agreeing with their take, asking why the new Sebastian has orange eyes instead of red eyes, whining "BRING BACK SEBASTIAN I MISS HIM😭😭😭" And I was like??????? (I muted those people later on lol)

And then I realised why these people are complaning about Sebastian's new art style! Turns out most of them are anime-only watchers LMAOOOOO I doubt they actually read the manga to understand things such as why CloverWorks changed Sebastian's eyes into orange/tea brown color (literally this is the eye color that Yana specified before) whenever he's in his human disguise. ALSO BITCH CAN'T YOU SEE HIS EYES TURN BACK TO OUR FAVOURITE SHADE OF RED WHENEVER HE'S IN COMBAT OR SLIPPING BACK INTO DEMON MODE?????? Not to mention the new anime style does look similar to Yana's new manga style. I noticed how most of these discourses circle back around Sebastian not looking as fly and pale as before, and I know it's just them hating Sebastian's new babygirlism look xD If you read the manga, you would know him appearing more human and less pale is the whole point of his human disguise! Otherwise he would already had his identity as a demon exposed to the public and he clearly wants to avoid that at all costs *looks at that manga panel of Bravat saying that Sebastian isn't exactly human and Sebastian looking shocked asf sksk*

In the end, I just want to say, we should be grateful that Kuro anime adaptation is in the good hands of CloverWorks at the moment, and that it didn't end up with poor animation like some other anime. Be grateful that we are getting a new season after SO MANY YEARS, especially in the 2020s! Don't get me wrong, I love all of the anime styles of Kuro, each style has its own charm and beauty, let's not pit them against one another🙏🏻 If you want the old studio to take over Kuro anime adaptation again, you should go to Japan yourself to request it specifically lmao I know JP fans are absolutely in love with CloverWorks style of Kuro at the moment based on Yana's comment on the new season! She literally said she was moved to tears after seeing the S5 opening🥺

#sebastian michaelis #kuroshitsuji #black butler #anime #manga #manga spoilers #public school arc #emerald witch arc #kuroshitsuji season 4 #kuroshitsuji season 5 #my thoughts #mini rant #seriously we are in 2025 yet we are still seeing this kind of complains churning out #but that's what social media and online people are like nowadays sadly lol #didn't get why some manga readers are pissed at anime-only watchers complaining but now i get it

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cuddlytogas · 1 year ago

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there was some Twitter madness recently where someone left a comment on someone's art to the effect of, "Ed shouldn't wear a dress, he's a man!" which I do disagree with on principle, but unfortunately, it brought out one of my least favourite trends in the fandom

so, naturally, I had to write a twitter essay about it. and I already largely argued this in a post here, but the thread is clearer and better structured, so I thought I'd cross-post for those not on the Hellsite (derogatory). edited for formatting/structure's sake, since I no longer have to keep to tweet lengths, and incorporating a couple of points other people brought up in the replies

I want to point out that the wedding cake toppers in OFMD s2 aren't evidence that Ed wants to wear dresses. Gender is fake, men can wear skirts, play with these dolls how you like, but it's not canon, and that scene especially Doesn't Mean That.

People cite it often: 'He put himself in a dress by painting the bride as himself! It's what he wants!' But that fundamentally misunderstands the scene, and the series' framing of weddings as a whole. I'd argue that Ed paints the figure not from desire, but from self-hatred; it's not what he wants, but what he thinks he should, and has failed to, be.

(Yes, I am slightly biased by my rampant anti-marriage opinions, but bear with me here, because it is relevant to the interpretation of the scene, and season two as a whole.)

The show is not subtle. It keeps telling us that the institution of marriage is a prison that suffocates everyone involved. Ed's parents' cycle of abuse is passed to their son in both the violence he witnesses then enacts on his father, and the self-repression his mother teaches, despite her good intentions ("It's not up to us, is it? It's up to God. ... We're just not those kind of people. We never will be."). Stede and Mary are both oppressed by their arranged marriage, with 1x04 blunty titled Discomfort in a Married State. The Barbados widows revel in their freedom ("We're alive. They're dead. Now is your time").

But even without this context, the particular wedding crashed in 2x01 is COMICALLY evil. The scene is introduced with this speech from the priest:

"The natural condition of humanity is base and vile. It is the obligation of people of standing ... to elevate the common human rabble through the sacred transaction of matrimony."

It's upper class, all-white, and religiously sanctioned. "Vile natural conditions" include queerness, sexual freedom, and family structures outside the cisheteropatriarchal capitalist unit. "The obligation of people of standing" invokes ideas like the white man's burden, innate class hierarchy, religious missions, and conversion therapy. Matrimony is presented as both "sacred" (endorsed by the ruling religious body), and a "transaction" (business performed to transfer property and people-as-property, regardless of their desires), a tool of the oppressive society that pirates escape and destroy. That is where the figurines come from.

When Ed, in a drunk, depressive spiral, paints himself onto the bride, he's not yearning for a pretty dress. He's sort of yearning for a wedding, but that's not framed as positive. What he's doing is projecting himself into an 'ideal' image of marriage because he believes that: a) that's what Stede (and everyone) wants; b) he can never live up to that ideal because he's unlovable and broken (brown, queer, lower-class, violent, abused, etc); c) that's why Stede left. He tries to make himself fit into the social ideal by painting himself onto the closest match - long-haired, partner to Stede/groom, but a demure, white woman, a frozen, porcelain miniature - because, if he could just shrink himself down and squeeze into that box, maybe Stede would love him and he'd live happily ever after. But he can't. So he won't.

The fantasy fails: Ed is morose, turns away from the figurines, then tips them into the sea, a lost cause. He knows he won't ever fulfil that bride's role, but he sees that as a failure in himself, not the role. It's not just that "Stede left, so Ed will never have a dream wedding and might as well die." Stede left when Ed was honest and vulnerable, "proving" what his trauma and depression tell him: there's one image of love (of personhood), and he'll never live up to it because he's fundamentally deficient. So he might as well die.

This hit me from my very first viewing. The scene is devastating, because Ed is wrong, and we know it! He doesn't need to change or reduce himself to fit an image and be accepted (as, eg, Izzy demanded). Stede knows and loves him exactly as he is; it's the main thread and theme of season two!

(@/everyonegetcake suggested that Ed's yearning in these scenes includes his broader desire for the vulnerability and safety Stede offered, literalised through unattainable "fine" things like the status of gentleman in s1, or the figurine's blue dress. I'd argue, though, that these scenes don't incorporate this beyond a general knowledge of Ed's character. Ed is always pining for both literal and emotional softness, but the significance of the figurines specifically, to both Ed and the audience, is poisoned by their origin and context: there is no positive fantasy in the bride figure, only Ed's perceived deficiency.

Further, assuming that a desire for vulnerability necessarily corresponds with an explicit desire for femininity, dresses, etc, kind of contradicts the major themes of the show. OFMD asserts that there is nothing wrong with men assuming femininity (through drag, self-care, nurturing, emotional vulnerability, etc), but also that many of these traits are, in fact, genderless, and should be available to men without affecting their perceived or actual masculinity. It thematically invokes the potential for cross-gender expression in Ed's desires, especially through the transgender echoes in his relieved disposal, then comfortable reincorporation, of the Blackbeard leathers/identity. It's a rich, valuable area of analysis and exploration. But it remains a suggestion, not a canon or on-screen trait.)

Importantly, the groom figure doesn't fit Stede, either. Not just in dress: it's stiff and formal, and marriage nearly killed him. He's shabbier now, yes, but also shedding his privilege and property, embracing his queerness, and trying to take responsibility for his community. In a s1 flashback, Stede hesitantly says, "I thought that, when I did marry, it could be for love," but he would never find love in marriage. Not just because he's gay, but because marriage in OFMD is an oppressive, transactional institution that precludes love altogether. All formal marriages in OFMD are loveless.

So, he becomes a pirate, where they reject society altogether and have matelotages instead. Lucius and Pete's "mateys" ceremony is shot and framed not like a wedding, but as an honest, personal bond, willingly conducted in community (in a circle; no presiding authority, procession, or transaction).

That is how Stede and Ed can find love, companionship, and happiness: by rejecting those figurines and their oppressive exchange of property, overseen by a church that enables colonialism and abuse. Ed is loved, and deserves happiness, as he is, no paint or projection required.

ALL OF THIS IS TO SAY: draw Ed in dresses! Write him getting gender euphoria in skirts! Write trans/nb Ed, draw men being feminine! Gender is fake, the show invites exploration, that's what 'transformative works' means! But please, stop citing the cake toppers as evidence it's canon. Stop citing a scene where a depressed Māori man gets drunk and projects himself onto a rich, white, silent bride because he thinks he's innately unlovable and only people like her can find happiness, shortly before deciding to kill himself, as canon evidence it's what he wants.

(Also, please don't come in here with "lmao we're just having fun," I know, I get it. Unfortunately, I'm an academiapilled researchmaxxer, and some of youse need to remember that the word "canon" has meaning. NOW GO HAVE FUN PUTTING THAT MAN IN A PRETTY DRESS!! 💖💖)

#OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #OFMD Edward Teach #gender stuff #Togas does meta #god this seems even longer as a semi-proper essay XD #I know this is the piss on the poor website of reading comprehension but please god don't misunderstand me #i'm not saying you can't draw ed (or any other male character!) in a dress or that it's The Wrong Interpretation or whatever #I AM saying this fandom sometimes emphasises feminising Ed to the point of over-simplification and dehumanisation #which certainly feels at least racist-adjacent and definitely misses the point of the show #but mostly I'm saying that THAT SCENE DOESN'T MEAN THAT and I wish people would stop talking about it like something sweet and positive #when it's one of the most miserable and heartbreaking scenes in the show. like. agreeing with ed's depression is a bad look...#my experience of trying to do meta in the last year or so has consisted almost entirely of trying to do #specific historicist analysis or textual close readings #and being met with broad political analyses and overall interpretations of character #like mate..... bless you for engaging but. that is not what I'm doing here. XD #shoutout to the couple folks on twt that mentioned Ed's desires generally or an outtake from the scene #neither of which are at all relevant to my point but thank you for your input

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