#error!reformed

[susartwork]

I finally designed him! He was the missing puzzle piece in many of my OC backstories.

English isn’t my first language, sorry in case of misspelling.

-DUSTROYER- Age: 32+ years old Soul color: monster soul + human red soul Gender: male Pronouns: he/him Orientation: bisexual

- You can read his story HERE. - Not Errorized-version HERE. - He can literally smell dust, even from other universes. He will go after every universe where a lot of dust was scattered, thinking it was the human's fault (ex: Alphysis' Horrotale timeline, even though hunger was what killed monsters). - His error power is "dust manipulation". He can use the dust of those he has killed to corrupt and destroy pieces of code. - He forgot about Recall's existence. - He still hates silence. He will steal any noisy object from other AUs to fill his Anti-void, and sometimes even "buddies" to talk with, such as Swap!Sans 66 (WIP).

Original Murder!Sans belongs to @/ask-dusttale Original Error!Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies Reformed Murder!Sans and Error!Reformed belong to me

[rahabs]

The Tudors ran so Wulf Hall could shuffle awkwardly around reiterating the same tired old Tudor stereotypes while claiming to be something new.

[new-haven-psych-ward]

i am plagued by visions. enjoy some geats sponsor-rider swaps

[ghostypetrainer]

Had an AU idea while I was making dinner- basically, you know how Akari is Arceus’ chosen in PLA? Well. What about an AU where she’s not.

She still falls to Hisui. As does Ingo. But they’re not supposed to be there. What was supposed to happen is that the clans and Jubilife Village unite after the tragic death of Commander Kamado to a frenzied Lord Kleavor, and deal with the frenzied Noble situation themselves, even quelling Dialga and/or Palkia in the process. Volo’s plans are thwarted by them as well. Akari was never supposed to be a factor.

But now she is. Now she handles it. Ingo helps her, not wanting to let her face this on her own. Incidentally. He does not have amnesia.

Through their efforts, Arceus takes notice of them and realizes that they aren’t supposed to be in Hisui. All he can do is return them to their own time in hopes of mitigating the damage to the timeline... though damage has already been done. Not of the ‘the people you love were never born’ kind of damage but rather ‘the people you love are alive. but they are different’ variety. Ingo and Akari return to a world that has been changed- it’s not the world they left from, not at all.

Akari learns that Cynthia isn’t the Champion of the Sinnoh region. Her mom is. Cynthia is a contest superstar instead (still with her Garchomp, lmao), and Akari? Akari never became Champion. She never challenged the gyms. She’s Professor Rowan’s research assistant, who doesn’t even like battling! And Professor Rowan has a completely different field of research now- studying regional variants instead of Pokemon evolution.

And Ingo... apparently the Ingo of ‘this’ reality is supposed to be sickly and frail, and thus never really got involved in Pokemon battling, only having a Litwick and an Axew given to him by his uncle for company. He and Emmet don’t even live in Nimbasa City- they live in Striaton City, where Emmet serves as the first gym leader. Also apparently Elesa is the Champion now and Iris runs a battle facility called the Battle Circus? There is no Battle Subway?

Ingo and Akari are obviously... not happy about this. They try, but these people aren’t their loved ones. They want to go back to the world they remember- the one that no longer exists. But maybe there’s a way they can return everything to normal...

...even if it means erasing this reality in the process.

(Or, Ingo and Akari stumble into a villain arc.)

[zelphin124]

Coloring and background go to @Forgetful-Nightmares-stuff! You walk into Cocoa Cafe and are greeted welcomingly by Cocoa Sans. Iro Sans seems to be ranting about some AU as Reformed Error listens intently. Winter gives you your coffee, gesturing to Spring, Summer, and Autumn Sans at the other table. QUICK! WINTER ASKED YOU IF YOU LIKE THE PLACE! WHAT DO YOU SAY?!

[daydreamerdrew]

Master Comics (1940) #35

[unofskylanderspages]

Did you know? When Rizzo introduces his Villain Quest, Mission: Demoliton, there is a typo where he combines the two words of Bomb Shell's name.

[vicemirror]

but like. yeah. god. stevenson said himself that he couldn’t put together a story about man’s double being until he hit upon the central idea of a voluntary change that became involuntary. that’s so much at the heart of j.ekyll & h.yde. it’s not about a good side vs a bad side. it’s about a complex person who willingly chooses to grow and indulge his evil side because he’s found a way to do it without consequences, and by the time he has to face those consequences, it’s too late. he can’t escape them. he can’t escape what he made himself into. the tragedy isn’t just the lack of choice, it’s that he did have that choice once, and he tore it out of his own hands without fully realising until it was too late.

[tobiasdrake]

*deep breath* Okay. Here we go.

I don't think the Netflix Avatar show likes women very much. It's a great show for fans of Aang, Sokka, Zuko, and Iroh specifically. All four of those characters get a ton of great material. In fact, it's super great for Sokka stans, because the show takes him ultra-seriously and can't go five minutes without one character or another (usually a woman) praising him.

But the way it handles its female cast is troublesome.

Katara

So, all three of the main trio got some changes made to their stories. They changed Aang's story so that he wasn't running away from his responsibilities; He was just clearing his head and somehow accidentallied himself into a tsunami. Whoopsy-dooodle. Aang did nothing wrong.

They changed Sokka's story so that him being a leader of his people and a great guardian warrior is treated with complete seriousness. Multiple times, characters stop to talk about how brave and noble Sokka is for taking on such an intense responsibility, and tell him to his face what a great warrior and a wonderful leader he is. Also his misogyny is erased.

And they changed Katara's story so that she directly got her mom killed because she sucks at waterbending.

Katara tries to waterbend to attack the Fire Nation soldier but couldn't manage it, provoking the soldier to start actively searching for her and forcing her mom to fake a waterbending attack and draw his fire. They changed Katara's story so that her bad decision making fucking got her mom killed.

This is treated with the same level of severity as "Sokka was bullied by mean kids and also his dad doesn't think he's good enough to be a leader."

"I hoped Sokka would do better but not everyone is meant to have people's lives in their hands," Sokka's dad says of him.

Yeah, you're right, that's totally comparable to watching your mom get barbecued because you tried to waterbend in a situation you shouldn't have and then failed.

In fact, they give Sokka's greatest trauma more weight because it gets examined again with Yue next episode, while Katara actively getting her mom killed isn't brought up again at all. We get traumatized glimpses of it throughout the season leading up to the reveal, but after this scene in episode 5, it never comes up again.

But to be fair, Katara was a child. An event this significant would surely have motivated her, driving her to become the great waterbender she is now, right?

No! Katara sucks at waterbending and needs men who aren't even waterbenders to teach her how to waterbend. She requires instruction from Aang in episode 1 to learn how to waterbend, then from Jet in episode 3 to learn how to waterbend better.

And unlike the show, her relationship with Aang isn't a give-and-take; Katara doesn't teach Aang a single goddamn thing. He never learns to waterbend. She is a strictly a pupil throughout the whole season. Though she at least gets officially labeled a master in episode 8, so there's that.

In any case, the whole traumatic memory thing isn't even the only time she's directly compared with Sokka. Episodes 3 and 4 see Katara and Sokka bicker over whose morally dubious side character is better. Sokka likes the Mechanist and Katara likes Jet.

Ultimately, Katara is forced to eat crow when Jet turns out to be the worst, while Sokka is vindicated when the Mechanist sees the error of his ways and reforms. But not before two separate arguments where Sokka calls Katara childish and accuses her of acting like a little girl.

Arguments ultimately resolved when Katara apologizes to Sokka for not adequately respecting his very serious and ultra important role as village protector and leader. Gives him a whole speech about how great and glorious he is. And Sokka... appreciates Katara learning to respect him properly, I guess, because he never offers any similar sentiments back to her.

The show just... They need you to know how important Sokka is, okay? It's very important that you respect Sokka.

Suki

Suki suffers tremendously from that whole "Sokka's misogyny was removed" thing. Y'know, because they need something else to do with that episode. The show is deeply aware that Suki is Sokka's love interest, so they just do that right off the bat. Suki falls madly in love with him from the moment they meet, and spends the entire episode making goo-goo eyes and trying to get him to Notice Me Senpai.

They still do the "Suki Trains Sokka" stuff. But Sokka is a serious, dignified manly man worthy of the deepest respect now, so of course they don't make him wear the Kyoshi uniform. Instead, the main purpose of his training is to allow them to flirt some more. It's less martial arts training and more an excuse to grope each other and near-kiss.

Suki's just a waifu now. She still fights real good, but all of the stuff that made her relationship with Sokka interesting has been erased.

Yue

Yue, similarly, leaps straight to shipping from the word go. They write out her fiance, Hahn, by having Yue briefly meet Sokka earlier in the season. She spends one minute talking to him in the Spirit World about Spirit World lore; In that time, she falls so desperately, madly, unfathomably in love with him that she breaks off her marriage to Hahn and devotes herself to waiting for him to one day come to her.

"Never have I known such joys as that time you let me explain the spirit bear Hei Bei to you. Truly, we are destined to be together for life."

Like with Suki, they go out of their way to have Yue and Sokka already be a ship from the word 'go' so they don't have to spend time developing any kind of meaningful attraction.

They just. They really want you to know that Sokka is the manliest and most desirable man ever to walk this earth. It is very important that you understand how great he is. Women hurl themselves into his arms with zero effort whatsoever, because he's just so goddamn irresistible.

Fortunately, Hahn is super okay with this turn of events. He's the most chill guy ever, he gets along perfectly well with Sokka, and he completely supports Yue's right to dump him! In the famously misogynistic Northern Water Tribe, no less! What a swell guy. Aren't men swell?

June

June gets hit with that "rewritten as hollow waifu" stick too, but her eyes are set on Iroh. They rewrote June to be super attracted and flirty towards the man who was her unwanted sexual harasser in the source material. So that's fun.

Also, she barely does anything. Zuko hires her to find Aang, she succeeds, and then she fucks right off out of the show - But she manages to find time to express how unbelievably sexy Iroh is twice during that time.

She seriously just dropped into the show to flirt with Iroh and leave. She is unbelievably inconsequential.

Kyoshi

And then there's Kyoshi. They really want you to hate Kyoshi. She's constantly shot from below, as if looking down on Aang and the audience. Her voice takes on a demonic echoing reverb at one point as she's screaming at Aang that "THE AVATAR MUST BE A MERCILESS WARRIOR!!!"

She despises Aang, calling him a coward for running away from his responsibilities - Which, I remind you, is no longer a plot point because they unwrote that flaw from his character. So she's just a complete and utter asshole, shot from the asshole angle, yelling violently at him with asshole sound effects. They want you to despise this woman.

Azula

Awkwardly, they do not seem to want you to despise Azula.

There's a lot to be said for how Ozai treats Azula in the original show. The way the favoritism he shows her is every bit as cruel and manipulative as the unfavoritism that he shows Zuko. Ozai does not love Azula. He loves the reflection of himself he sees in her eyes, and his encouragement urges her to polish herself to ensure his reflection always shines through.

This is not that. The show instead erases the favoritism entirely. Ozai doesn't really care one way or another about either of his kids. He plays them against each other, bragging openly to Azula about how great Zuko is and unpleasably writing Azula off as weak and useless.

They've rewritten the dynamic between abusive father and his two abused kids in order to take Azula's pride away. Reimagining her from a gifted prodigy who excels at imitating the toxic behaviors of a father who doesn't truly care for her, to a put-upon overachiever tearing herself in knots to live up to the standards of her unpleasable father.

This results in a truly wild portrayal of Azula as insecure and jealous of Ozai's seemingly love for Zuko. Here, she is simply a browbeaten child constantly complaining to her friends about how mean her father is and conspiring to get one up over Daddy's Golden Child Zuko.

Which she fails at, because she backs Zhao. Zuko deftly defeats her without even realizing they're in competition.

Conclusion

The season ends well for some of these women. It ends promising that maybe we'll see Katara teaching Aang some day. It ends with Zhao bragging that Ozai just used Zuko to train Azula so maybe we'll see the more confident and misguidedly proud Azula some day. Yue becomes the moon like she's supposed to. June's still out there so maybe she'll get to do something again some day.

Katara gets to fight Pakku and lose, but she looks pretty cool. She gets to fight Zuko and lose, but she looks pretty cool. Azula learns to lightningbend because she's just so mad about Ozai's contempt for her and favoritism for Zuko, which isn't how you lightningbend.

But promises of future content fall flat when the content that exists is so underwhelming. This season made its feelings on these characters pretty evident, and it's unwise to expect better material from creators who've disappointed you with the material they already made.

The women of Netflix Avatar simply do not get to shine, outside of superficial moments like the "Women of Northern Water Tribe demand the right to fight and then fuck off and don't do anything for the entire rest of the episode" bit.

"In the midst of battle, we demand that you stop being sexist and give us permission to fight! This is a way better idea than convincing you to teach us to fight before the battle begins."

The characters of this show feel as if they've been reimagined to glorify the boys at the expense of the girls. The boys are treated with a great amount of care. They're dignified and made important movers of the plot, with their rough edges sanded off. While the girls are molded around them.

[susartwork]

What is Physis!Alphys and Clone!Frisk backstory

Thanks for asking! Here's the full story (forgive my bad English)

Physis!Alphys (aka Alphysis) comes from a Horrotale timeline like any else. We all know what happened. Sans opened her head in half, and then Mettaton tried his best to stitch it up back close.

She (somehow) got a bit better…? She has no more instinct for self-preservation, her emotions are very confused, she sometimes mutters nonsense, but her intelligence has always been present.

While all of Aliza's adventures were taking place, Alphys kept herself busy building all sorts of inventions. Most of them were useless or stupidly dangerous... but one day, when Undyne arrives at the laboratory, she shows her her latest invention.

A HUMAN CLONE.

She was able to find and enter the world's code, and so clone Frisk's code.

Buuut it wasn't as easy as it seemed, so the clone came out sooo small. It would fit in an adult's palm. And the copied sprite was from some old data, so the clone had purple/black hair instead of brown.

Undyne was amazed, and requested her… demanded her to create more humans to feed the population. Alphys immediately stopped her and showed her that for months she has been growing clones of lemon trees that grow super fast. …Undyne at that point wanted to both punch her and kiss her, but anyway, fact is that she just saved monster kind from hunger! They just had to plant other food.

Time passes, the hunger of monsters stops, Undyne finally regains her popularity, and Sans now tollerates Alphys. But it all ends when one day a skeletal, glitchy hooded figure arrived, spreading panic throughout the underground. He killed and destroyed everything in his path. He was fast and messy in his ways. He wasn't there to destroy the place. He was there for murder.

His only thought was "KILL. FOR. EXP".

Every time he killed someone he counted, as if he knew perfectly well who was missing. As if he had done it a thousand times.

That day there was another glitchy skeleton there. From afar he saw the pieces of the codes crumbling and being destroyed. Panicking he entered the place, hoping to help, and there he met Alphys, who was intent on saving her inventions rather than her life.

He asked her to save herself by leaving the place through his portal, but she instead pushed him through it and threw a box at him, asking him to protect it for her until she returns, and so she ran back to her laboratory.

At that point he couldn't do anything else to save that world.

He heard some banging from inside the box and when he opened it he reveals the little human clone hidden inside. Not long after, Alphys showed up again, holding all of her inventions in her arms.

The skeleton asks her how she managed to escape, and if she managed to save anyone else, but she replied saying that they are all better dead, and that it's not the first time she left her universe. Her morals are rather twisted at this point…

She thanked the skeleton, introducing herself as "Alphysis", while he called himself "Basic".

Alphysis and the Frisk clone move to the Omega timeline, where they spend their days creating anything that can help the place's technology grow, without much success since, well, Alphysis will never change.

Frisk, on the other hand, grows successfully, up to 2' 4'' ft! And now they call themselves simply "Clone" since "H-420", as Alphysis called them until then, was a very difficult and ugly name.

[lenaellsi]

“Crowley is still an angel deep down” “Crowley is more of an angel than any of the archangels” “Crowley was only cast out because he needed to play his part in Armageddon, he's not a real demon” “Aziraphale wants to rebuild Heaven to be more like Crowley because he’s what an angel should be” no. Stop it. This is exactly where Aziraphale went wrong.

Crowley is 100% a demon. He's not actually a bit of an angel, and he's not cosmically better than any of the other demons we see in the series. He's much less vicious than most of them, yeah, but he's also much less vicious than most of the angels, because how “nice” a celestial being is has nothing to do with which side they're technically on. Crowley's kindness comes from him doing his best to help people despite the hurt he's suffered himself, not any sort of inherent residual or earned holiness. He was cast out just like the rest of the demons, and that's an important part of his history that shouldn't be minimized, excused, or, critically, 'corrected.'

Being angelic is not a positive or negative trait in the Good Omens universe. It's a species descriptor. Saying that Crowley is still an angel deep down because he helps people is an in-character thing for Aziraphale to think, certainly--Job and the final fifteen showed that in the worst possible way--but it's not something Crowley would ever react well to, and it's the main source of conflict in the entire "appoint you to be an angel" fiasco.

We know that Aziraphale thinks Crowley's fall was an injustice, but why? Well, because Crowley is actually Good, which means his fall was a mistake, or a test, or a regrettable error in judgment, or…something. Ineffable. Etc. The point is, he’s special, much better than those other demons, and if they can fix him and make him an angel again, everything will be fine! (So once Job's trials are over, everything will be restored to him? Praise be!) Aziraphale has to believe that Crowley's better traits come from traces of the angel he used to know and not the demon he's known for 6,000 years, because that’s how he can rationalize his incorrect view of Heaven as The Source Of Truth And Light And Good with his complicated feelings about Crowley's fall.

But Crowley's fall was not an injustice because he's actually a Good Person who didn't deserve it. Crowley's fall was an injustice because the entire system of dividing people into Good (obedient) and Bad (rebellious) is bullshit. Crowley is not an unfortunate exception to God's benevolence, he is a particularly sympathetic example of God's cruelty.

And really, Crowley doesn't behave at all like an angel, especially when he's at his best. All of the things that he's done that we as the audience consider Good are things that Heaven has directly opposed. (See: saving the goats and children in defiance of God in S2E2, convincing Aziraphale to give money to Elspeth despite Heaven's views on the "virtues of poverty" in S2E3, speaking out against the flood and the crucifixion in S1E3, tempting Aziraphale to enjoy earthly pleasures because he thinks they'll make him happy, stopping Armageddon.)

Heaven as an institution has never been about helping humanity. And that's not an issue of leadership, as Aziraphale seems to think--it's by design. Aziraphale's first official act as an angel toward humanity was to literally throw them to the lions. Giving them the sword wasn't him acting like an angel, it was just him being himself. Heaven doesn't care about humans. It's not supposed to. It's supposed to win the war against Hell, with humans as chess pieces at best and collateral damage at worst.

Yes, it's easier to think that there are forces that are supposed to be fundamentally good. It's easier to think that Aziraphale is going to show those mean archangels and the Metatron what’s coming to them and reform Heaven into what it "should" be, and that God is actually super chill and watching all of this while shipping ineffable husbands and cheering for them the whole way. And of course it's easier to take Crowley, who Aziraphale (and the audience) adores, and say that he deserves to be on the Good team much more than all those angels and demons that we don’t like. But that's not how it works. People are more complicated than that, even celestial beings.

Crowley is a demon, and the tragedy of his character is not that he's secretly a good guy who is being forced to be evil; the tragedy is that he's lived his whole life stuck between two institutional forces that are both equally hostile to the love he feels for the universe and the beings in it. There are no good and bad guys. There are no "right people." Every angel, demon, and human is capable of hurting or helping others based on their choices. That is, in fact, the entire fucking point.

[ambrosiagoldfish]

Lucifer, Charlie, and alastor with a Kitsune reader ? :0

Hazbin Hotel x Kitsune! Reader

(Lucifer, Charlie, and Alastor)

Safe for all Audiences!

Warnings: None! Gn! Reader! Reader being a mischievous Little Kitsune, chaos ensues.

Request Box: Open

Word count: 1101

A/n: Hi! thank you for the request! This isn’t terribly long so I hopes that’s ok!

Now, I wasn’t entirely sure if you want this to be Romantic or Platonic so I kept it pretty vague so it could be interpreted as either! I hope that’s ok, if not just send another request and I’ll fix it!!

But either way I hope you enjoy it because i enjoyed writing it!! <3

Proofread once soooo… if there are any errors please ignore them/inform me 😭

Lucifer

When you first arrived in hell, he wasnt the most impressed by you. Not in a mean way or anything, just that he’s lived for a long time and has met a plethora of different types of beings so he’s pretty used to meeting interesting looking people.

But even he has to admit that he was intrigued with you. Your 9 well-groomed and lush tails that quietly followed you with every step and the fur of your fox ears looked soft to the touch. The thing that he seemed to notice most though was the whole eloquent aura you had with every movement you did. Smooth, almost tranquil.

You being a Kitsune did cause you to stir up a bit of… let's say trouble. Your fox nature of course caused you to have a personality that leaned a bit mischievously. You weren’t malicious by any means, you judt had a very… unique taste in humor and how you wish to spend your time. Pranks, stealing random objects that interest you, and going places that you probably should be. This gets you in trouble with many a folk but it’s really not something you can’t handle.

On one of these occasions. you took interest in his custom made duckys. First off, it was something new to you, 2nd, you had never seen someone be this interested in ducks as him, so when you randomly stumbled into the big man of hell’s workspace that’s filled to the brim of them, each with unique features and colorful designs, needless to say you were quite interested.

He was a bit embarrassed at first when you found it but seeing that you genuinely were into them he literally couldnt stop showing them off. Going into almost ecrusiating detail of each one's design choices. (This man is so autistic-coded. I love him so much)

He even made a custom one for you which he gave you when both met again. It was a basic duck design, except it had 9 tail feathers and wore fox ears that clearly mimicked your own, including your fur pattern. He then spent an hour going through each of its features with you. To say you were grateful would be an understatement.

“And if you pull this feather back… Bubbles! Oh-ho, and that's not all! If you take this and-”

Charlie

Definitely more impressed than her father would be. Of course she has been in hell literally all her life and has seen some weird, wacky, hot and cool people but it still doesnt not surprise her when she finds interesting people. When you first met her she was really interested in you, asking a bunch of questions and It was almost scary how enthusuatsic about it she got.

She then started talking about her brand new “Hazbin Hotel.” It was something to reform sinners so that they had a chance at redemption. Charlie seemed so excited to tell you about it that you honestly did have the heart to tell her that you didn’t exactly believe a soul could be redeemed.

Now depending on if you’re hellborn or a sinner, things can go a bit differently. If youre hellborn she’ll offer you a job at the hotel, well to say a job would be a lie, you didn’t really have 1 given task to do, you just helped out when needed. if you’re a sinner, you of course get to stay in a room at the hotel. Whether you actually go along and try to get better is up to you. It was a free place to sleep, so hey? Might as well. Either way though, Charlie always sees the good in people, hellborn or not. So she would obviously want to help you grow as a person even if you are hellborn.

The michevues aspects of your personality tends to cause some problems for the hotel at times. Fights happen, lessons have ended prematurely, and you may have accidentally caused a bar fight between Angel and Sir Pentious. It really was an accident, how was you supposed to know “borrowing” one of Pentious’ shiny tools would cause such a ruckus?

Charlie lectored you about taking others' stuff and made you apologize.

As much as Charlie doesn’t want to admit it (at least before episode 5) she’s a lot like her dad. That also expands to their likeness for your fur. She really can’t take her eyes away from it, it just looks so soft and neat… and soft… eventually you catch her staring at your tails and you just laugh and ask her if she wants to touch them.

“What!? Pfft, noooo, no no no. hehe…he…unless you’re offering…”

Alastor

Considering Alastor died in the 20’s I don’t think he knows what a Kitsune is exactly. Which is probably why he’s the most interesting in you at first glance (you could have also met when he first manifested in hell, which would only further his intrigue)

Either way, your personalities seemed to mesh well for the most part. You both stir up trouble wherever you go (Alastor a bit more… maliciously than you but still)

Whether you’re hellborn or a sinner is irrelevant to how he treats you, though he has tried making a deal with you every once and a while. You always decline but he thinks it’s always worth a shot to ask.

Alastor is aware of your devious behavior and knows the best way to handle it if it ever happens to come his way. He knows that you’re harmless and not a threat which is exactly why he has taken a liking to you. You’re someone who can only really help his cause and nothing bad can really come out of you being around.

Pranks though, are the one thing that Alastor can’t seem to sway you out of doing. He can’t even begin to count the amount of times he’s been at the front end of them. Of course he always sees through them and they’ve never once worked, but boy are you sure determined to one day get him.

This was one such case where you attempted to steal and hide his radio cane while he was asleep, only for him to sneak up shadow form and scare you half to double death

“You’re going to have to try harder than that to pull one past me, my, oh-so dear, exquisitely fluffy friend”

[habibialkaysani]

has the great lord bridgerton been tamed? has he seen the light and the error in his ways? and has it taken finding his true love match in the place he expected it least for the viscount to be well and truly humbled?

miss sharma, I know you are an avid reader of my column, so This Author offers you Her congratulations. both on your upcoming nuptials, and – if you are successful – in reforming your Rake. 

[zelphin124]

Lil sketch (not the best) of Reformed!Error: Error after the events of SeasonTale and IroTale.

[buckybabesonly]

Dirty Little Secret

Summary: You believe Bucky doesn’t even remember your name, not knowing he moans it to himself at night.

Part 2 - Dirty Little Confession

Pairing: Bucky x Female!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Masturbation (male)

Word count: 1.4K

A/N: Wrote this on my phone lol sorry for any potential errors. Just wanted to get a little smutty post out there. Also - thanks for nearly 400 followers in just over one week of starting this blog! I’m so happy 🥲 Enjoy!

“Hey. Are you listening?”

A pair of fingers snapped in front of your eyes, breaking you out of your reverie. You blinked in embarrassment as Natasha scowled at you playfully.

“Seriously though, did you listen to anything I just said?”

“No,” you confessed sheepishly.

Her eyes followed your line of sight, landing on a certain Bucky Barnes.

“Ah. You started writing ‘Mrs Bucky Barnes’ across your notepads yet?”

You blushed, heat rising to your cheeks. Were you that obvious? You supposed that one would have to be blind not to notice the goo-goo eyes you gave Bucky all the time whenever he was in the vicinity.

He had arrived at the compound just a few months ago, settling in to his new reformed life away from his history as the Winter Soldier. Steve did his best to help him adjust, and from what you could tell, he was fairly quiet and kept to himself.

“He’s kind of exactly my type,” you confessed to Natasha quietly, biting on your lower lip.

“I see. You like a guy with a high body count, huh.”

“Nat!” You exclaimed, slapping her arm as she snickered at the double entendre. “Not funny.”

“Hey, he gave me this.” Natasha yanked up her top, showing off her scar just above the hipbone. “I’m allowed to be mean to him.”

You grumbled in response as Natasha leant closer, cocking an eyebrow. “Anyway, as I was saying, I really need you to help me run some analysis on this equipment we picked up from…”

You shuffled through the compound hallways, a stack of files in your arms. You rounded a corner sharply, almost colliding with a tall, dark figure who sidestepped you neatly.

“Jesus Christ!” Though a collision had been avoided, you squawked in shock nonetheless, promptly dropping the files onto the floor.

“Ah, shit. Sorry,” Bucky said, quickly kneeling down to collect them.

“Oh god, I’m sorry,” you floundered, cheeks flushing red. He straightened up and stacked the files on your arms neatly, his long fingers brushing against yours ever so slightly. His eyes met yours as he offered you a half smile, the corners of his lips quirking up.

His irises were a gorgeous, gray blue, and you silently noted that you had never been stood so close to him before. He smelt so good, and he looked even better in his tight tactical gear.

“Thank you,” you stuttered, wanting to kick yourself at how ruffled you sounded. The effect this man had on you was unfair.

“You’re welcome…” he paused deliberately, and you offered your name to him eagerly. He repeated it, and you loved the way the syllables sounded on his tongue.

“See you around,” he said casually before he strode off again, leaving you a flustered mess in the hallway.

Okay, at least step one was accomplished - he finally knew your name, even if he might not remember it.

You sighed, knowing your little schoolgirl crush was going to be the death of you.

Bucky lay in bed that night, as he did most nights since coming to the compound, with his hands down his pants.

He liked to start off slow, usually. On the odd occasion, he would want it fast, his hands working overtime on his cock as he showered, water streaming over his body as he pumped himself to completion. He would cum hard each time, bracing himself against the shower tiles, your name on his lips.

But usually he liked to take his time. Enjoyed painting a picture in his mind, a mental porno in which you were the star.

God, you had been so fucking cute today. Bucky loved watching you squirm, seeing you blush, practically see the blood rushing to your cheeks.

He had playfully orchestrated the encounter in the hallway, able to smell your subtle perfume with his elevated senses (it had the smell of vanilla and sakura blossoms) as you power walked through the compound.

He was delighted when you practically unravelled in front of him just from a simple stare and a sweep of his fingers. He wondered what you would be like if he ever got you in front of him, naked, ready to take his cock.

His hand palmed his semi-hard erection as he settled back against the pillows, eyes closed. He teased himself, fingers gently tapping his dick, pulling slightly at his balls.

Your face was fixed in his mind. He recalled your wide, shocked eyes, your mouth open in a small ‘O’ as you gasped.

He imagined that mouth stretching wider, tongue lolling out, asking to suck his cock. You would be on your knees as he stood over you, feeding his dick into your warm cavern, and you would take as much as you could like a good girl. So eager to please.

“Ah, fuck,” Bucky hissed, pulling down the hem of his sweatpants and freeing himself completely.

His cock was heavy and thick as it lay against his stomach, twitching slightly as his mind filled itself with the most lewd images of you.

Of course he knew your name. He had asked Steve for it after the first few times he’d spotted you, playing it off as a casual inquiry.

He moaned it now as he dragged drops of his pre-cum down his shaft, wishing it was your hands that was wrapped around his length.

Somehow he found it thrilling, the idea of you believing that he had no clue who you were. He wondered what your reaction would be if you could see him now, rendered a horny, sweaty mess as he masturbated to thoughts of you and only you.

He imagined you spread out in front of him, legs wide, panting and begging for him to fuck your tight pussy. He would slap the head of his cock against your entrance, dragging it against your wet folds, teasing.

In reality, he knew that if he ever found himself in that position, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. Hell, he’d be the one begging you to let him fuck you.

“Yeah, you like that, baby?” Bucky grunted, his hand beginning to move at a steady tempo. If he went too fast, he would definitely cum within seconds, and he wanted to make this last.

He imagined being able to fondle your soft breasts, imagined being able use his mouth on your nipples, wanting to suckle on your tits. He imagined being allowed to kiss every inch of your body, from your toes, up the inner thighs, through the valley of your breasts and to your lips.

He would kiss you with passion and fire, tongue searching yours, wet and hot and needy. He would cup his hand behind your neck, fuck into you slowly and make you moan his name into his mouth.

He tried to imagine how that would sound like, high pitched and breathy.

“Beg for me,” Bucky said aloud, his hand moving up and down his cock as he fantasised about it moving in and out of your cunt instead. “God, beg me to cum inside you.”

He bet your soaking pussy would feel ten times better than jerking off alone in his room, but for now, this was the best he could get. He imagined rutting into you, hard, watching you shake under him as you became undone.

“You gonna let me cum inside you, princess?” He groaned, feeling himself reach the edge. He could see you in his mind, touching your own clit, pleasuring yourself as Bucky’s fat cock disappeared inside you over and over and over again.

You would beg for him to breed you, to fill you up, that sweet mouth speaking the filthiest words.

“Ah - ah fuck, I’ll give it to you, you’re taking it all like a good girl,” Bucky gasped, his hand clenching around his thick, veiny cock before he released all the pent up sexual frustration inside.

Creamy, hot ropes of cum spurted out, onto his stomach. He steadily stroked himself through the high, imagining you crying out as you orgasmed, imagining you being filled up with his seed.

He envisioned how it would look as he continued to thrust, you letting yourself be used, whimpering at the over stimulation.

Bucky was breathing rapidly, body finally going lax as his sticky hand released his softening cock. His heart was beating rapidly as he licked his lips, sighing longingly.

One day, he thought, almost a prayer, one day I’ll get to see what you look like when you cum.

Part 2 - Dirty Little Confession

[cosycafune]

NORMAL GIRL; SATORU GOJO.

a summary: normalcy isn't something you usually have, especially in the jujutsu world. but the moment satoru gojo came along, he treated you as a normal girl. satoru taught you what it meant to be loved, not admired.

synopsis of acts: brief mention of self-harm, marginalisation, comfort, learning to love someone for them.

In life, you are someone who's at a stalemate. When the trees sing and sway, you stand and stare -- admiring the beauty but not capturing it. When new shoes surface in the market, you are the type to catch a pair when it's too late -- a new trend arising. Frankly, you always felt like you were falling behind in the petty sectors of love.

Despite admiration being bestowed upon you, praise and subtle bluffs, you had still never been in a relationship. It wasn't something you tried to prioritise, but there were so many aspects of you in a marginalised society that disadvantaged you.

Through your beauty and your irreplaceable light, there's also this indispensable gloom that arises from critical others. Simply, people adored you enough to admire and fantasise about you, but you knew well enough that they would never put themselves in a position to openly flaunt or want to carry your heart.

That was until you discovered Satoru Gojo, a man who sewed himself into loving all the things about you that others were too scared to admit aloud. At first, his obnoxiousness curled you into yourself -- until you discovered the beauty within his love.

Satoru admired every fragment of you, spoiling you effortlessly in a way no one had ever treated you -- in your gloomy past. You were never a first or second option, but something that was monitored but never chosen.

But, Satoru asked you to choose him. Through every moment the two of you faced, Satoru ensured your comfort above all. His heart would always swirl at your natural hairstyle, your braids, the beauty of your culture that you would always suppress. Satoru embraced every part of you, telling you that you are beautiful through every mental breakdown, through every trial and error you went through, and the cruelty of society on you.

Despite the differences between you and Satoru, in many ways, he still devoted himself to loving you and treating you in ways you thought you were undeserving of. Even with having depictions forced on you, Satoru always made sure to never enable any -- his heart set upon smearing you with fondness.

Sometimes, you would cuddle up in bed -- wondering what you did to deserve someone like him. Someone who flaunted you in front of his mother, unwilling to compare you to the stereotypical women that linger. You were all that mattered to him, someone he coddled and allowed to develop a dependency with him. Independency was something you rarely held around him, especially with how clingy and loving you also are with him.

Satoru stood up for you, annihilating any subtle anxiety cue with his light hand squeezes, the effort he put into meeting your mum and being respected by your family. Satoru truly loved you, authentically. It isn't a way that lurks with cunning fetishes, whirled with the distaste of a flawed persona. It's in a way of respect, love, honour, integrity and something that completes you wholely.

Consistently, you always wished you were a normal girl. But, Satoru granted your wish -- casting you into a place of normalcy that made you feel comfortable and loved. He gave you a space to grow with him, lighten up and be seen as a person.

Marginalisation isn't a concept around Satoru, since Satoru does everything he needs to do to cheer and slowly heal you. He always offers the world to you, knowing he would reconstruct the world at any given moment for you. Even if it meant fully eradicating the days or people that made you feel less.

Satoru knew you held more value than anyone, and no one else mattered to him. Despite being cast in the unfair Jujutsu world, Satoru spent every inch of himself reforming parts of society so you felt safer. So you could freely watch the blossom flowers bloom in spring, kissing his lips with everything you had. He manmade so many things to observe the gentle twinkle in your eyes, each time you had tears in your eyes, simply because he went above and beyond.

Poetically, Satoru would pluck every fragment of shattered glass within the grass, uncaring if others attempted to wound his palm with scattered cuts. If it meant hurting others in the way they hurt you, Satoru would do it in a heartbeat. A way that resembles muscle memory. He'd do it whenever you were busy with something else, assuring you with a lulling peace that had never come in waves until you had met him.

Normalcy was something you had never acquired before, but Satoru gave you everything that you had never held before.

Satoru Gojo treated you as a normal girl.

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