#not to imply anything and didn’t want to vague-post but i really don’t think i have the right to complain

[passthroughtime]

i’m starting to suspect that i just fucking suck 🤔 unsure yet though, but there are lots of signs already pointing to this... gotta mean something 🧐

[saraanzu]

bsd speculation: what’s up with this girl in bram’s flashback from 107.5, and what can we learn about her from dracula?

(prefacing this with some rambling… actual analysis starts after the readmore)

107.5 came out the same day as the s5 trailer and it was right after an exciting mersault chapter which is the vastly more popular pov and it was a whopping 9 pages - it was bound to be disliked. I won’t pretend a 9-page chapter isn’t disappointing (no idea why recent chapters have been so short - I hope they get a bit longer again when s5 is done airing?) and I think it’s fine to prefer the mersault storyline but I’ve also seen some god-awful takes about this chapter.

aya and bram aren’t side characters! they have been core to bsd’s plot ever since their introductions (in aya’s case, her re-introduction) and you can dislike them all you want but it’s objectively incorrect to claim they aren’t important to the story.

I also don’t agree with the take that 107.5 didn’t further the plot at all - obviously not a lot can happen in, again, 9 pages (that’s 1/3 the length of 107!) but aya deciding to remove bram’s sword and him actually encouraging her to do it even when he doesn’t believe it’s possible and previously told her not to is a huge turning point in the story! 107.5 certainly isn’t a favorite of mine but I will say we’ve had (slightly) longer chapters in recent months that had more exposition and setup with less plot.

I’ve seen some people worry that, because bram pictures someone who looks like aya in what’s presumably a wedding dress, bram and aya’s relationship is going in a creepy direction. I want to make it clear that no matter who this flashback girl is, even if she’s bram’s dead lover and/or aya in a previous life, I highly highly doubt that anything weird is going to happen between bram and aya. their relationship hasn’t been set up like that at all, in fact bram has parallels with aya’s father and he explicitly sees her as a child (more on that later) (look. bsd is not above using some Weird Tropes. in particular, the tanizakis and mori come to mind (and in mori’s case, it doesn’t even really function as a reference to the irl author - vitas sexualis has nothing to do with pedophillia!) but it’s important to mention that, while I wish those tropes weren’t in bsd at all because they’re unnecessary and add nothing of value to the characters, they are ultimately gags and nothing more. they don’t really set a precedent for how weird asagiri is willing to get when it comes to legitimately serious plot points.)

okay! got it all out of my system here’s the actual post

part 1: the dress

personally, when I first read 107.5, I didn’t think this girl was in a wedding dress. my initial assumption was “this must be bram’s daughter, she’s wearing some sort of tiara and bram was a nobleman”. but looking at it again, it does resemble one, and we should consider how bram’s backstory might reference dracula.

“the brides of dracula” are three seductive vampire ladies who live in count dracula’s castle and attempt to feed on jonathan harker early on in the book before being stopped by dracula, who chastises them for trying to eat harker and feeds them a human baby instead.

while they are known as dracula’s brides in pop culture and are often portrayed as such in movie adaptations, they go unnamed in the original novel and their relation to dracula is unclear. from what we see of them they refer to each other as “sisters”, although perhaps not in the literal sense. two of them have dark hair and are described as having similar facial features to dracula while the third is blonde, which may imply the third is dracula’s wife and the other two are his daughters. I imagine they’re pretty vague and mysterious on purpose, they could be dracula’s wives/sisters/daughters, or even just some vampire ladies crashing at his house.

however, I don’t think we should disregard details exclusive to adaptations of dracula and only focus on the original book when thinking about bsd. film adaptations of the book are actually more influential on dracula’s perception in pop-culture than the book itself, so it’s not unlikely that asagiri would reference elements that appeared in adaptations but not the novel.

so, because of “the brides of dracula”, I think it’s quite possible this girl is indeed a bride. she does look a bit young for it, but I’ve seen others say they think she looks older than aya, so I guess that’s subjective (and people would get married younger in bram’s time I suppose).

that doesn’t mean she has to be bram’s bride - again, the “brides” in the original novel have no explicit relation to dracula and could easily be his daughters or sisters, and I really do think her being his daughter instead makes more sense thematically.

part 2: her relation to bram

I believe bram subtly parallels aya’s father in a few ways. aya’s dad is verbally and physically abusive, and he berates aya for not being good at traditionally feminine activities. he doesn’t see her for what she is, a child, and instead expects her to be a perfect traditional woman.

right before we see this flashback, bram is surprised by aya’s age, and comments that she is “too young to even use a spinning wheel” (also a traditionally feminine activity). both of them question aya’s desire/ability to be an ally of justice but for different reasons: aya’s father finds it unladylike while bram finds it too big a task for a little girl (he is also sleepy)

I didn’t understand the point of this scene’s inclusion before, but in retrospect I think it serves as foreshadowing for bram’s flashback and demonstrates how he and aya’s father both associate aya with dead people, but this causes them to treat her differently.

aya will never live up to her father’s expectations because she can’t compete with his idealized memories of the dead. her own accomplishments are irrelevant in his eyes because she isn’t enough like the wife and daughter he lost. I suspect his grief is part of the reason he’s so horrible to her in the first place.

it’s the opposite case with bram. in his eyes aya does compare to someone who he remembers fondly, and the end of 107.5 implies that’s the very reason he’s okay with aya pulling the sword out.

I don’t necessarily see bram as a father figure to aya (to me he’s more of a weird creature who’s sort of grown fond of her after being unwillingly dragged around… but hey, who says that can’t be a dad?) but I do think it’s possible that this mystery girl was bram’s daughter in the past because of how he parallels aya’s father.

(note: she has normal human ears rather than pointy ones, but bram was turned into a vampire by his ability and wasn’t bitten or born as one, so I don’t know if he’d necessarily pass down his vampirism to his children. he also may have developed his ability after becoming a father, or his daughter could even be adopted).

part 3: her relation to aya

the most common idea I’ve seen to explain the resemblance between these two is that aya is a reincarnation of this flashback girl. introducing reincarnation out of nowhere seems a bit random even for bsd, but surprisingly this theory does have some basis.

in the movie bram stoker’s dracula (1992), the character mina harker, jonathan’s fiancé, is a reincarnation of dracula’s long-dead lover, elisabeta. dracula recognizes her as a reincarnation due to their resemblance and mina agrees to assist him, still harboring feelings and memories from her past life. it’s fairly common for dracula adaptations to portray dracula and/or mina as having romantic feelings for each other, but this isn’t really the case in the novel, and elisabeta is entirely an invention of this particular movie.

so, aya being a reincarnation of a girl bram once knew could work as a reference to this. I did say previously that I think it’s possible asagiri will reference adaptations of dracula and not just the novel, but I’m not so sure he would make something specific to one particular adaptation a major part of bram’s backstory.

personally, I’m partial to the idea that aya’s ability will be introduced soon, and her resemblance to this flashback girl may have something to do with it. (the ability idea and reincarnation idea aren’t inherently contradictory, aya’s ability could very well be reincarnation)

this theory by @jo-dieeee suggests that aya’s ability is called mirror, due to the discussion of mirrors in 107.5 and the book above.

mirror: the fiction and essays of koda aya isn’t actually a book written by irl koda, nor is it just a collection of her stories. it was written by ann sherif and discusses koda’s life and works, including some translations of her short stories in the second part. however, the existence of this book and aya emphasizing mirrors in 107.5 is quite an interesting coincidence! whether or not it’s called mirror, I’m fairly confident an ability reveal is coming up.

it’s also worth bringing up that aya’s resemblance to this mystery firl might not have a supernatural explanation at all. it could easily be an artistic choice simply made to indicate that bram is reminiscing about someone who aya reminds him of. I’m not too into the reincarnation idea myself.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Hi booky!

Marketing anon here.

So I don’t think whether or not CE is really married is really important at this point (RE: he’s in HW where the majority of relationships…I suspect have strings being pulled in the back).

The fact is that’s the narrative they are going to with and want to sell, so he is just pushing that narrative along. He/they want you to know and think he’s married. I personally believe that’s the important part about all this. But he and others around him are intentionally keeping it vague and I think it’s working to their favor because it plays into the whole privacy thing they were going for.

Saying “my wife is from PT” basically implies he married a woman from PT. That’s not giving anything exact but it’s also implying he married AB, the woman he’s been linked to most recently and she’s from PT. But at the same time, there millions of woman in PT/from PT. Who’s to say he’s not married to one of them, especially if they haven’t come out and said it was with each other? 🤣

So he confirms without actually having to confirm and if I had to make an educated guess, I would say that’s as good as you’re going to get it. Don’t quote me on this though.

I know some team real blogs were saying it’s normal for someone to not say their partner’s name, and that’s true for the most part. Think about how when you meet someone random - and you mention your partner. Do you necessarily say your partner’s name? Probably not, especially if you don’t know the person like that.

The thing is, with CE/AB the plausible deniability and vagueness is a pattern.

It’s not just him once saying my wife in passing, it’s also him not mentioning her for two years, then suddenly mentioning a nameless GF, then eventual nameless wife.

Same goes for her.

“My husband” “my dog” “pictures of the dog but no tags of the husband even tho everyone knows whose dog that is”. Even her trolling best friends do the most and only troll by posting suggestive backgrounds and no direct tags. If you’ve paid attention this entire time it’s very easy to tell there’s a reason they’ve done this for this long. TBH, I had my suspicions at first they were just trying to protect privacy because they hadn’t gone public yet and people were already harassing them. But after they went fully public the same charades continued all the way past the wedding and into the new year? That’s when my suspicions were more or less confirmed - that this was intentional orchestration and some form of strategy. Weird, yes, but not unheard of. In fact, my suspicions are that other celebs have done something similar to this too (re: Leo DiCaprio and Gigi hadid, bill hader and Anna Kendrick). I think in Hollywood there are so many strings being pulled all the time. Nothing is coincidence. Nothing is coincidence in marketing in general. Things are planned out well in advance and I mean this wholeheartedly.

He posted two stories with her and he never says her name out loud (does everyone remember that?), he doesn’t tag her (well she was deactivated, but he doesn’t mention her name in the videos in captions either).

She never refers to him by name and the one time PT reporters tried to talk to her she refused to talk to them. She lets in tags of herself but never anything confirming or alluding to anything directly to him. Notice how before they went public she was letting herself get tagged in basically everything related to their dating rumors and she was keeping all their dating comments in but deleting and untagging others? Now she’s doing the opposite and I feel that may be intentional too. Maybe.

The one time they attend the same premiere - did you notice he didn’t take pics with her? She got her solo pics and then disappeared? She then posts a pic of herself at this premier but doesn’t tag him, the movie, or the cast? Is it ungratefulness or is it strategy? Think about it.

His friends/her friends all post separately from the same place and it’s only this most recent PT sighting he’s in a photo with Joana (weird right?)

You get suggestive follows and likes but no real interactions that can be legitimate.

I believe that’s why TMZ has been acting so shady throughout all of this. I think they know something’s up.

I think everyone knows the big thing at play here is plausible deniability. It always has been.

Wearing wedding rings - ok but anyone can wear a ring TBH? It doesn’t really say too much.

Lastly - in my line of work marketing and PR work the same in some ways but also different. My company puts out press releases (which I help write) when we announce things like winning industry awards, acquisitions, partnerships, rebranding. But we don’t do a ton of really innovative stuff and PR is pretty low maintenance here. So while the methods and processes are the same, I imagine PR in HW is much different, more complex, and more creative (lol). I don’t have any answers for why they do what they do, but I can tell you the vague wording they’ve repeatedly use definitely means something. I don’t think it’s just coincidental.

What I’m trying to get here is that marketing and PR in any industry is going to involve a bit of “fudging the truth and stretching the line to make things seem a certain way to fit a certain narrative. It’s absolutely manipulative when you put it that way but it’s also business. It’s not personal. It’s why I don’t let it get to me and I just let it be. Don’t lose sleep over it. All things will unfold as they should.

Have a great night!

Hey, Marketing An🫶n!

Good to see you again! ☺️ And as I expected, you're insightful. And gave well-articulated thoughts. So, thank you 😌

Have a good night! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[elvisabutler]

what are your favorite austin/priscilla actress!reader headcanons??

Oh anon, first off loved this ask, you are my favorite anon for it. But also, oh dear I'm so sorry about the monster you unleashed. TW: Angst, what can be seen as creepy/possessive behavior ( but not really ). Vague sexual mentions. I have a whole separate set of NSFW favorite headcanons and stuff not on this post.

Priscilla Actress Reader x Austin Butler Headcanons 

Austin tries to make sure you've fallen asleep before he goes to sleep. It started during the quarantine when the two of you would be talking over whatsapp because one of you has an android and the other has an iPhone and once you moved in together he just never stops. The one time he doesn’t is when he’s in the hospital after filming Elvis.

He buys a ring for you, an almost exact replica of Priscilla's, about a week after you first film the scene. It stays in his closet hidden. You only find it when leaving Australia. 

Y'all start dating during the shutdown of the film, originally you wanted a friends with benefits, maybe just a daddy/baby girl situation because that's what you're used to.

Having his number kind of shot that idea in the foot. You found you actually liked Austin as a person as you got to know him. It made his whole vibe make more sense.

The apartment's wifi is called the nest. Throughout everything that happens between you two that is the one thing that stays constant. You think it's silly and have told him as much but he still keeps it under that title. 

During the Shutdown of the Filming you and Austin end up trying to keep a normal schedule. You both try and keep everything normal with the exception of you fully becoming his sub. His little dove in your little nest. 

In going with that theme, both you and Austin start dressing and sounding like Elvis and Priscilla. You toyed with dying your hair Priscilla’s current red before deciding that black for both you and Austin was for the best. Instead of sweatpants, he’s in slacks with gold watches and rings. You’re dresses and skirts and jumpsuits if you’re feeling like making Daddy work for it. It makes it easier to look natural in the costumes when filming finally restarts. Catherine loves you two for it. Later on she realizes maybe she shouldn’t have encouraged it. 

Austin calls you by a lot of nicknames: Little Dove, Dove, baby girl, baby, darling.

You never let him call you Birdie after he accidentally did one time during filming. It sent such a chill through your bones that you couldn’t stand hearing it for fear of feeling that again.

He calls you it one more time when he’s sick after filming is done.

As Elvis or in relation to something with the two of you on set, he’ll call you ‘Cilla.

In hindsight you should have put that in the same category as Birdie, but everyone else made jokes about the two of you being Baz’s Elvis and Priscilla and “I think we’ve only heard your actual voices at the beginning and through old interviews.” and “I am impressed with your vocal coach. You sound like I did back then.” So it didn’t seem like it’d be a problem.

It became one so slowly you didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late.

Your nicknames for Austin consists of a shorter list that eventually grows to a longer one later. He is Daddy or he is Austin or he is Satnin. Aus is mostly when his own name is too hard to say.

My King is always used as a joke just to bug him, but one time you call him your Cali Sunshine and he laughs a laugh so bright you swear you’re in the actual presence of the sun. That happens much later. So much later.

Austin knows when he has fucked up when you call him Butler. It’s said when you’re mad or when you don’t want to call him anything that implies you have a hint of affection to him.

During Quarantine you realize that maybe this is the first actual Daddy worthy of your time. It’s not that all your previous ones weren’t but- between his incessant (Seriously, Daddy, I’m fine, I’d have told you if you went too far. But darlin’ you’re shaking so bad. You made me come five times in less than an hour, if I wasn’t I’d be worried.) need to make sure you’re alright and checking in that you’re good and that he’s still managing to give you the best aftercare despite not being there in person it’s hard to ignore.

When both of your Quarantines are over you knock on his door and jump in his arms the second he opens the door.

You’re my Daddy if you’ll have me.

Only if you want to give yourself to me.

I wanted to a week ago.

He gives you a necklace with a Dove and his initials engraved on the back when you're on your knees in front of him.

He ordered it the night after the table read just in case.

That is not your collar, and that’s why it comes with you when you break up.

He knows your cycles which should be creepy you think and you tell him as much but as time goes on and he takes care of you every single time you’re on your period? You find it to be the hottest and sweetest thing another human being has done for you.

You’re on the patch because you had a scare one time on the pill at 18 and another on the implant at 20. You’re religious with making sure you change it but stress always makes your body a little late.

Austin gets his hopes every time you're late up because he wasn’t thinking about kids since he had broken up with Vanessa but then you came along and somehow having a kid with you seemed so right. 

You’re usually only a few days late. One month you’re 2 weeks late. Austin buys an Elvis onesie that he hides the moment you get your period.

You break up after filming ends and it’s not because of just one thing.

It’s how you start to recognize that Austin can’t separate himself from Elvis. 

Lil Dove, if I ever push you that far you gotta tell me, I can’t lose you. Not after my mom and Nessa. I can’t lose another-

I will, Daddy, I will. But you won’t ever do this to me.

You don’t and isn’t that the funniest lie you’ve ever told that someone believed.

It’s how your mom asks you how you are and you tell her how Priscilla is feeling in the scene you just filmed that night.

Are you sure you’re okay, sweetheart? Are you sure that boy is good for you?

You have the best daddy in the world but he’s not just your Daddy he’s Elvis and you’re not just his Dove, you’re Priscilla. 

It’s how Austin is sick and you hate hospitals and you can’t bring yourself to go into it even for him so you call him over WhatsApp. He calls you Cilla twice.

"Austin, what’s my name?" “What kind of question is that, I know your name.” “Then tell me what it is.” “Y/N, my little dove, my baby girl.”

You start packing the second you hang up.

You find the ring he bought you and an Elvis onesie hidden together. Never in your life have you sobbed as much as you did that night. Before or after it. You’ve come close a few times, but seeing those broke you. 

You don’t hide it back properly. He finds it after you’re back in New York and he’s- going back to LA. 

He calls you 10 times and leaves 2 voicemails.

“If this is what this was about, Lil Dove, I can explain, please let me explain. Please.”

"Why didn't you ask me about them?"

[sailorblossoms]

Gotta be real and admit that I don’t post anything here without questioning whether I’m wrong like 5 times, and then when I’m sure I’m right I might still be like “... but what if I’m wrong though.” So it’s very validating to me when the author posts saying things I already picked up on or suspected. For example: 

I think Simon will be confused about Agatha for a long time. 

I figured as much when see that the Simon in SFC has made so much progress both for himself and his relationship with Baz. We see him taking on a more caretaking role for the first time, working with Baz as a team, being open about his desire (takes nothing to get him turned on with Baz) while also implying his sex life with Baz is going very well – he’s very relaxed about trying to make a move etc etc. Huge difference between being alone with Baz and immediately going “I’m not gay,” apparently struggling to just say “I’m a man and you’re a man” in the context of considering sexuality etc and essentially responding “I’m sharing a bed with you while half naked and holding you close, I’m totally gay” when Baz says “you’re not gay.” All that progress and still... when he brings up Agatha, he hasn’t really progressed in comparison to where he was six months ago. He’s like “I was in survival mode” and “I could hope they would like me” about her parents while trying to survive with Baz’s parents, but he’s as “confusing” and “vague” as he was before when he’s essentially communicating he just didn’t like to touch Agatha as a boyfriend, period. 

I figured as much as well when I read MRB, an AU where the author tries to keep their essence, and Simon in his early 30s is out there saying “I’m GAY” to Baz with his whole chest, even explaining that he used to have a problem with that when he was younger and pissy (dating girls while in school, presumedly when he’s still just a teen) but not anymore (only men since Jeremy) and STILL he’s like “I never asked Agatha why she broke up with me.” One would assume that knowing that you’re gay would give you a pretty good idea as to why a relationship with a girl wouldn’t work out, yet here we are (Penny practically says as much: “you were miserable and gay together” etc). Even a Simon that knows himself remains “confused” about Agatha, even if he should know better. And it makes sense, given that Simon actively avoids thinking about Agatha. He doesn’t truly want their relationship in his head. How can you reach any understanding if you don’t even want to think about the thing too deeply? He gives indications that he has things to feel guilty about, but that’s it... In the trilogy, Simon only begins to process things because of Baz. Because he wants Baz to know or understand him better, even when Simon himself doesn’t understand. (When he’s alone in his head, guilt could also play into him not wanting to be like “yeah I dated her but never loved her, she’s beautiful but I was never attracted to her” because that would make him feel more guilty. He pushes all that asides when he senses Baz needs to be reassured though; he even fights Baz when Baz assumes he was into her... he doesn’t really want Baz to think that.)

Also:

Baz will never stop feeling jealous around Agatha. No matter how many times Simon tells him — or he tells himself — that he shouldn’t. She brings up old feelings. Of being the bad guy, of Simon being destined for someone else. Agatha is so beautiful … it’s hard for Baz.

“What the fuck. Why would you tell me this. Take it back,” I say, after having shared the whole essay on Baz’s insecurities. I mean, I know this, I sensed this, but goddammit it hurts. (Baz literally looks away from the image of them just standing together, linking it to the sun: it burns him.)

It’s so much easier to believe or internalize something that aligns with what we already believe than to believe something that completely contradicts it. Baz is attractive, but he doesn’t really see himself as desirable. He dresses as he does because he likes it and makes him comfortable, not because he wants to look hot. 

Baz doesn’t think he’s desirable. While Simon is thinking “I’m a Baz-sexual” while 100% meaning it, Baz is thinking of himself as a least desirable option than a girl post-sex. It’s fucked up. A fucking tragedy. It’s realistic and exactly how insecurities work (even if he catches himself like “I don’t actually know what I’m saying here” the thought still pops up!). I cannot do this. 

Agatha’s beauty is linked with desirability. It’s linked with being loved and desired. It’s appealing. All things Baz doesn’t think of himself. 

I suspect Simon could tell Baz “I’m a Baz-sexual” or “I’m absolutely gay, always have been” every single day and it wouldn’t make a difference... because it goes beyond Simon’s feelings. Simon letting Baz know he was neither in love nor attracted to Agatha wouldn’t fully take the sting out of “Simon was destined for Agatha/the golden destiny” even if Baz believes him. From where Baz stood, destiny didn’t have any fucks to give about what the people affected wanted or felt. He himself felt trapped by destiny, but that doesn’t mean he ever believed it wouldn’t happen. He heard Agatha voicing she wants to escape the golden fate, but that doesn’t mean Baz believed then that she would be able to. Baz still believed Simon and Agatha would get back together after hearing Agatha say “I don’t want that.” 

With “what I’m a supposed to do with this apology, wipe my butt? feeling sorry means jackshit when you still said those terrible things, you still broke up with me” Baz shows a line of thinking that wouldn’t feel all that comforted by Simon’s lack of feelings for Agatha, even if knowing that does make it better. So what if he knows now that Simon didn’t love her when he lived for 3 years believing that he did? It doesn’t retrospectively erase that pain. So what if Simon didn’t really want Agatha, if he was still going along with the golden destiny? That kind of thing. 

Baz also struggles with receiving Simon’s intense, unconditional love. He doesn’t know how to be loved unconditionally – he’s always been loved despite some parts of himself. He’s always been otherized in ways that made him like a monster. When Simon tells him he loves every part of him, Baz doesn’t know how to react. 

That Simon already loved him when he dated Agatha is already hard to believe for Baz, but that would also play into the heart of his insecurities and issues: the beautiful Agatha would be “the most appealing choice” – she’s a human girl, and it leads to a traditional future of stability and security, the sort of future “everyone wants.” Baz is the “unappealing choice”: a villain, a boy, a monster. If Baz believes Simon is with Agatha because he loves her, that hurts like a bitch. If Baz believes Simon already loved him but he was with Agatha anyway, that’s still painful. That feels like there are once again “buts” about loving him: “I love you but you’re a boy” “I love you but I’m afraid” “I love you but loving you it’s difficult” “I love you but you being a boy makes realizing I love you difficult” etc etc. It would just hurt more if Simon is “picking fights with him over her” and even more when Simon shows he has issues with being gay, which Baz sees as “issues with being out with him.” This would be much easier to internalize than Simon’s unconditional love, because it aligns with the negative view Baz has of himself. It “validates” his insecurities.

So yeah, even if Baz believes Simon when he explains there are no reasons to feel jealous, even if he understands there was no romantic love or attraction between them... he still has reasons to struggle to let go of that hurt. Them dating it’s strongly linked to a very dark time in his life, making his pain worse (even though Agatha and Simon were miserable, too). It’s still a reminder of everything he thought he couldn’t get or didn’t deserve, a reminder that he was assigned a role that went against his gentle heart, that expected him to be little more than “an obstacle” for “the happy endgame straight couple,” that could only end in his destruction. It’s hard to un-link all that. Which is obviously unfair, because Simon genuinely didn’t know he wanted him, but insecurities are a bitch. (Worth mentioning that while Simon has issues and struggles of his own, when Baz is in front of him, the choice is easy for him: he wants Baz. Even when he was thinking “I’m not even remotely ready to consider whether i’m gay” he’s still throwing himself out of a car and running back to Baz because he can’t bear the thought of not having him now that he knows that he wants him) 

It would make sense that Agatha would be a walking trigger for Baz – Simon is a fully realized person that he knows intimately, there are many positive things he associates with Simon and their relationship, etc etc, while Agatha is just someone he used to go to school with. He doesn’t know Agatha well enough, he’s not close enough to her to create positive associations to her that would be stronger than the old feelings she reminds him of. He can’t rewrite that if he doesn’t even feel inclined to become close friends with her. Hell, the whole reason she even interacted with him and tried to chase after him was because of his image as the bad guy, which would reinforce the association (I can also see how this would contribute to Simon and Agatha’s friendship never being fully relaxed, on top of everything else about their past relationship given it went to places that turned out to be unwanted and uncomfortable. Baz wouldn’t interfere, but I can’t see Simon being comfortable going out for tea with Agatha by himself or something if he knows it stirs up negative feelings in Baz that he can’t help. That would likely call for boundaries that would “limit” their friendship, like he might enter Penny’s room or sit in her bed in the future when they’re hanging out, he might even do that with Shepard, but he’s not doing that shit with Agatha – at least 4 people would be uncomfortable with that, including Agatha and Simon. It makes me think of that MRB line that’s like “Simon will never do anything that hurts or makes Baz pull way” – it’s appliable to the main story too. Agatha could easily be on the same boat, given Niamh is not exactly unbothered by Simon.) (Also curious that while they remind friends in MRB, “it’s complicated” and they hang out with Agatha and Niamh in a group setting)

[itsclydebitches]

The Bumbleby scene feels too random at this point. It’s like they literally picked the scene out of a hat to “confirm” it. As you mentioned, the don’t even hold hands. You’re telling me that’s more intimate than the freaking cheek holding head touched in V8? Wait a minute, didn’t everyone think BB started back in V6 after they killed Adam? What the fuck is even going on anymore?!

People have always shipped it, but yeah, 'canonizing' them started post-Volume 3 and ramped up into 'Oh damn I think they're really gonna do it!' territory in Volume 6. We've got:

Yang grappling with Blake leaving post-Beacon. (She's not, for example, similarly concerned that Weiss 'abandoned' her too. Yang shouldn't have any idea that Weiss was essentially kidnapped by her dad)

Tender and then rejected hand-holding in the shed at the farm

Agreed upon hand-holding while fighting Adam which, yeah, a lot of people read as the moment they 'solved' their relationship troubles, seguing into something new. Hand-holding is often used in RWBY to indicate a romantic relationship, the only problem with using this as a confirmation is that all our other examples also have something more overt: Saphron and Terra are married, Nora kisses Ren/he says "I love you," etc.

Adam's "What do you see in her?" line. Although, this one is severely complicated by a contradiction in the fandom. Many fans claim this implies that Adam recognizes Blake's interest in Yang precisely because she was once interested in him - how can you like her over me? That's compounded by his motivations changing from being politically focused to what feels like stalking and hunting down an ex. However, these fans don't want to admit to the other implications that Blake and Adam were an item due to a lot of anti-men sentiments, biphobia, gold star lesbian nonsense, and the like. Basically, some fans want to use Adam's potential relationship with Blake as proof that she's in a relationship with Yang now, but not actually admit that they ever had that relationship because ew, how could perfect Blake like a male villain? There's also some of that with Sun: fans using Blake's interactions with him to support an interest in Yang ('She has a type!'), but simultaneously denying that blacksun was ever a possibility because that supposedly (not actually) threatens the sanctity of her One True Sapphic Love.

Forehead touch after Adam dies + a promise to never leave

More hand-holding in the airship

Blushing over Yang complimenting her haircut

Having fun pre-outing in Atlas that kinda implies it might be a date, but no one actually establishes it as a date and everyone is going out together, so...

Taking silly pictures together when they get their licenses

Nora's comments to Ren about how they're likely more than friends

Yang being worried about Blake even though she fought with Ruby

Yang tenderly cupping Blake's cheek when they're reunited

Blake loosing it when Yang "dies"

Tackle-hug when everyone else gets...uh, a knee touch?

Blake being flirty, leaning in, finger brush

Weiss' "It's about time" comment

I've probably missed some stuff, but the point is that it's been four years (or even six years depending on how far back you're willing to go) and we're still in this flirty, teasing, ambiguous stage where, as demonstrated above, reading a romantic relationship often requires making a lot of assumptions that rely on having a lot of trust in your writers. I don't know if I'd call all this random, but it is a holding pattern. They blush, hold hands, and others vaguely comment on what they might be. But unlike our straight couples, we're not given anything solid to canonize them with.

I mean, even if you're a fan who believes that these little breadcrumbs are enough to prove the love between them (and here I'm addressing the fandom at large, not you specifically, Happygaynoises2) we get how the queer couples aren't given equal treatment, right? Pyrrha kissed Jaune. Nora kissed Ren. Ren said "I love you." Jaune asked Weiss to the dance. Weiss blatantly chases after Neptune. Ozpin marries and has kids with Salem. Everyone but Adrian has married, straight parents.

Compare that to our queer rep (with May being an exception due to her gender) and it's pretty obvious that this glacial "slow burn" has less to do with the needs of the story and more about RT hesitating to make two of the main girls unambiguously queer. After all, if most of your fans are happy with those breadcrumbs and a canonical relationship would drive away the homophobes... why not just toe the line to keep both groups around, giving you more money?

That's a form of queerbaiting and it's why so many of us remain nervous. I seriously hope given what we've seen so far that this will FINALLY be the Volume when we can set the 'Will they, won't they?' to rest. But who can actually say.

[wc-confessions]

Hi, I don’t usually come to confessions blogs for like mental health reasons but I’m the author of Follow Your Heart and i was told it was being discussed on here so I wanted to come talk about it myself.

I started writing the comic when I was in highschool, so I was a child myself. (I don’t remember my exact age, just that I remember drawing concept art while hanging out in my school’s library) That’s why the original “drama” thing was there between Mouseclaw and Sootpaw. Spottedleafs Heart came out and it was so bad that it made me re-examine that part of the story. Warriors romantizes relationships with age gaps like Soot and Mouse all the time, hence why I probably didn’t think anything of it back then. (See: Dustfern, Bramblesquirrel)

Yes, there are scenes where it’s implied the characters have had sex. There is absolutely nothing explicit however, and I have some bad news for the original anon about how babies were made if they’re that upset about it, because literally every child born in the series implies the characters had sex lol. Its even implied Daisy and Spiderleg had a one night stand! (He specifically says their kits were an accident!)

I also don’t appreciate the implications of what they were saying as someone who was traumatized by actual zooporn w real animals as a young child. That kind of thing is exactly the reason I don’t post or advertise my comic on twitter or tumblr, I knew I’d get accused of that shit. Idk if the original anon is reading this but please think about what you say before you say it :/

I’m a human being and I’m not perfect. But I like to think I’m doing okay, since multiple CSA survivors have shared their stories in my comments and thanked me for making the comic (im not trying to toot my own horn, im simply stating facts- i dont want to pat my own ass or anything) and I also had a CSA survivor as a beta reader of the comic.

I don’t think Spottedleaf experienced actual sexual abuse if that’s what the other anon was implying, I just think that the story was a VERY bad example of grooming and it was what inspired me to do better.

 I’m doing this specifically because if there is the BAREST fucking chance I can educate a kid and keep them out if this situation, I want to take it. I feel incredibly strongly about this topic and that’s why I wanted to do something about it. I said this in a page description, but I was provided very little education on this in school, in fact I can only concretely remember one video and I have a vague idea that there was one other thing I was shown to educate about CSA- compared to the abstinence-only sex education that was drilled in my head from like, 6th to 9th grade. I’m just a blip in the sea of warcats comics on dA, but I can at least try my best to help where I can.

I have a warning page up that talks about the subject matter which is what I’m sure you saw, but I go a little more in depth in the description of chapter 5’s cover.

I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but I genuinely deeply appreciate you not immediately trying to crucify me when that anon came to your inbox. Like I said, there’s a reason I don’t advertise on tumblr. I really really appreciate you taking a neutral stance until you knew more. Thank you, it means a lot. :) sorry for the very long ask, haha.

thank you for your response and its no problem. in these sorts of situations its always best to pretty much get your own info so i took it very seriously. im very sorry about all that and dont hesitate to lmk if youd rather not be spoken about on here i'd completely understand.

[cybermeep]

as to not taint the humor of the millipede post, i say this separately and as its own sort of weird entry thing; today was not all that nice. if you somehow wish to read emotional ramblings then feel free below i suppose. this will all probably be very embarrassing & stupid & gone at a certain point

at first, it seemed to be fine; by all accounts, i felt normal. i was happy, content, neutral, what have you. near the end of first period, i felt a sudden and all encompassing sort of emotional pain which is hard to explain besides a knife in ones gut. i try to shrug it off, go back to normal; i listen to instructions of my teacher before i ask to sit outside. i proceed to bawl my eyes out silently.

and you may ask, WHY? and i ask the exact same thing! i have no clue why i suddenly break down like this, but i do, and its heavy and uncomfortable. i sob out of both guilt and intense emotions unable to be placed anywhere definitively. i sob because i don’t know what else to do, as trying to hold my emotions in has seemingly only made me sick thus far in the day.

i continue to cry for an uncomfortable amount of time i won’t disclose. a teacher who i enjoy greatly sits beside me in the hall; without even having to say the words aloud, i answer him. i talk quietly of things i remember and talk of how upset i feel; not mad upset, but sad upset. he seems confused on what too much of something would be. ive been wondering this for months. he asks if it was possibly seen as something more intimate. i say this could be likely and i feel far worse; i feel awful, actually. he runs off because hes a busy man. i think about our conversation and i feel overwhelmingly distressed. i feel sick. i feel as if ive ruined everything by accidentally implying something different then what i may mean. i dont enjoy the vague way certain events occur. i hate being vague, i hate not being able to read between the lines of things; vagueness scares me to a point of distress and acute worry, which is probably hypocritical.

i have to resort to one of the stupidest things ive imagined in a long time in order to not feel the overwhelming & all encompassing feeling of wanting to [REDACTED]; imagining myself as stanley from the stanley parable and being lectured about how this action would quote make the timeline collapse in on itself or quote ruin the game by the narrator. i can imagine his voice clearly in my mind saying STANLEY, YOU CAN’T SELF-IMMOLATE STANLEY, THAT WOULD RUIN EVERYTHING WE WORKED FOR! something stupid like that. its odd that it helped.

i was fine, although i then proceeded to not be fine. got asked if i was okay. answered truthfully and said no. an acquaintance prompted me to talk about it with her, then simply.. left. had to find the girl she enjoys being with. she said she would find me later and talk about it; i really didn’t want to talk about it. i moved to put on my headphones then realized it was stupid & was already on the verge of tears again at simply the discussion from before & feeling like a circus animal being heavily scrutinized and laughed at under intense gaze. i get to class but i am overwhelmingly unable to do anything but cry.

i get to go to the library, but at the detriment to my friends. i text one and tell her i won’t be at lunch as im dealing with emotional distress and don’t want to quote, be a debbie downer. i am saddened at my actions; i wish i would’ve just went and talked with them, but i also don’t wish that i did because i hate distressing those i care about. i didn’t want to put more on my friends plates. i’d deal with it myself

of course, nothing is ever sound & calm for long; the area which i feel comfortable crying in is overtaken and i move uncomfortably. i am asked if im okay. i lie blatantly to a girl ive known as an acquaintance for years. i feel bad for lying; i don’t want her to worry about me. it wasn’t important, anyway. eventually i regain my composure and get back to class. it ends and i move on; as per usual, my mood fluctuates and i soon find myself worried sick and leaving her classroom.

i stay after although i know the chess club is cancelled for this week. i don’t like the change. its not as if im mad at the change, i just so desperately wanted to believe the days i dealt with before actually still accumulated to something i enjoyed. now the one thing i enjoy is off to not occur for next week, either; giving me very little to look forward to, if anything

i sit in the airlock. i write in my notebook a list of things someone would do before self-immolation. hypothetically, of course. maybe four or five things on it are actually things one would care about. one is to play a DLC, another is to finish a novel; one is to stay in order to see the cicadas arrive & to visit the cemetery in the spring like someone (fine, me!) mentioned weeks back that i wanted to do. its uncomfortable how the novel i enjoyed dearly was not one of the important things on the list.

it takes quite a lot to kill me, i think. kind of like a tick.

i’ll be fine; i always am. i think ive gotten better. im slowly feeling more and more sane again, although the stress puke is still prevalent. as ive lived on, its gone down to a point where i just gag; don’t puke. i enjoy documenting when i do feel things like this, strangely enough. having an archive of my life makes me feel sane. its also interesting to look back on.

thanks if you read this somehow, even after the warning of how stupid it would be. i appreciate you, hypothetical reader. i enjoy your hypothetical quiet company

[sabo-has-my-heart]

I think an AU where the One Piece world has its own version of tumblr and Ao3 and Sanji introduces his siblings to them during WCI would be really funny

-🦇

🦇 anon! It's so great to hear from you again! So I hope this is about what you wanted, I gave everybody cellphones for the sake of ease. Let me know if this isn't what you wanted or you'd like me to try again. I'm always happy to write.

Warnings: mentions of raunchy fanfiction, Sanji being a little petty, slight violence

Word Count: 1320

     Scrolling through his timeline, Sanji sighed. It was one of his only solaces, he still had access to his phone and his social media. He’d blocked the others so that they couldn’t check his posts or anything, but he hoped that it would be temporary, even as they slapped the bracelets on his wrists, threatening to blow off his hands. Reading the various fanfiction stories had helped, stories of Sora, warrior of the sea, and how he’d rescue people, how he’d beat the bad guys and get the girl. The man’s love life and women fawning over him. At the moment, he was writing some of his own fanfiction, though his had less to do about love and more about how ‘stealth black wasn’t a bad guy’! Stealth Black who was forced into Germa’s evil doings by his evil father and siblings! Except Poison Pink who was actually very supportive of Stealth Black. Was he telling the story from his side? Yes. Did he care? Not a bit!

     “‘You’re a weakling, Stealth Black. How could someone like you be related to us?’ Sparkling Red sneered, kicking his brother, sending him flying back. ‘You’re just the pathetic reject, we’d be better off without you!’ Electric Shock Blue mocked, standing over the dark haired young man. ‘It would have been better if you didn’t exist.’ Winch Green added, punching Stealth Black as he tried to stand. This was a constant for him, to be bullied by his siblings, all he wanted was to run away.” Sanji muttered as he typed on his phone. The sound of someone scoffing drew his attention away from his writing, looking up to see his brothers. 

     “First cooking, now fanfiction? You really are a worthless disgrace.” Ichiji said, the three looking at him with contempt. Sanji gripped his phone tightly, it took all his willpower not to simply crush the device as he glared at his brothers. Pausing, an idea came to mind as he smirked.

     “Why? I’m just portraying you in the proper light. The Sora comics paint you to be absolute villains and the writers online portray you as something… else. I figured they need someone to show the world who you really are.” Sanji said, making the description of the fan’s portrayal deliberately vague. They hated it when Sanji hid something from them, or when they couldn’t mock him, they wanted to know what he knew so they could hold it over him somehow, as if it would prove their superiority. 

     “What do you mean, something else?” Niji asked, his eyes narrowing behind his goggles.

     “Oh it’s nothing, they just get your characters completely wrong. I can understand the Sora comics, you’re supposed to be the villains. You’re terrible enough people that you make great villains, but the fan writers. They’re just… no, it’s better if I don’t tell you, I doubt you could handle it. I can barely handle it, you three would have no chance.” Sanji taunted as he tilted his head back towards his phone, though he made sure to keep an eye on his brothers, watching their reactions as they glared at him.

     “What are you implying, Sanji?” Yonji asked, the three of them stalking over to the blond, looking down at him. Sanji smirked inwardly as he pulled up some of the raunchiest stories of his brothers.

     “I suppose this one will do. It’s not one of the more tame stories, but it’s about what most of the writers online write.” he said, trying to look nonchalant, his legs crossing, “A Rainbow Love by GermaLover667.” Sanji said before launching into the story. It was one of the stories that he knew would bother them. Filled with emotions, impossibilities, incorrect character depictions, and the part he knew would bother them most, the ‘forbidden love between brothers’. It was about 20 minutes later as he was halfway through the story that he looked up. This was probably the most emotion he’d seen on their faces outside of cruel glee. Ichiji was glaring, looking like he was about to murder somebody, Niji was shaking with rage, and Yonji looked greener than usual. Granted, the story highly disturbed Sanji as well, but the blond was able to put it aside simply for the joy of causing his brothers some of the same torturous misery that they typically inflicted upon him. 

     “Hm, maybe I should stop reading, you three don’t look like you can handle much more. I mean, I’m not exactly pleased about the… content either, they make you three out to be way more caring than you really are and I don’t think I’d ever do some of the things happening in the story, but if I finish the story, no, it’s best if I don’t finish this.” Sanji said dismissively, once more gaining their ire.

     “Are you saying you can handle it better than us? Finish the damned lousy piece of shit, Sanji!” Niji barked, his hands clenched into fists. He’d prove that he was better than Sanji! He could handle this shitty smut story better than his little brother! Sanji sighed and shook his head as if he didn’t believe the blue haired boy but returned to reading the fic, glancing back up at them once he’d finished it. During the second half of the story, Ichiji had tossed a guard out the window and punched a hole in the wall, Niji had ripped the couch apart as he tried to contain his anger, and Yonji had damn near destroyed the ceiling. 

     “Hm, I suppose you guys took that a little better than I expected. How about I send you all something a bit tamer to read in your spare time, it’s more romance related, but it’s not ‘brotherly love’ romance, just x reader romance.” Sanji said with a shrug. 

     “Tch, like we have time for that crap. Unlike worthless rejects, we’ve actually got important shit to attend to.” Yonji said, turning away and quickly leaving.

     “Besides, why would we care about the worthless crap that shitty writers make up.” Niji spat, following Yonji out, leaving just as quickly though trying to make it look less like he was running away. Ichiji stared at Sanji for a moment. 

     “I swear, if you show anyone these stories, I’ll blow your hands off myself.” Ichiji hissed before finally leaving, slamming the door so hard it destroyed the hinges, falling to the ground shortly after he’d left. Sanji stifled his laughter as he tapped on his library. He felt like reading some Stealth Black fics, they were surprisingly accurate about his character despite the fact that Stealth Black in the Sora comics was vastly different from how he actually was.

     “That was quite brilliant, little brother.” a feminine voice said for the doorway, a pink haired female smiling at him.

     “Hey, Reiju. I just thought they might want to know what people are writing about them.” Sanji said with a smirk, the woman chuckling in response.

     “Personally, I like some of the Poison Pink stories, they usually aren’t too bad. Though there’s a few that are as terrible as the one you just read to them.” she said, pulling out her own phone and scrolling through some of her favorites, sending the links to Sanji.

     “I’ll check ‘em out later, right now I think I’d like to mess with them a little more.” Sanji said as he pulled up a new page, preparing to write something that he knew would bug his brothers. Was it petty? Probably, but they deserved it for everything they put him through, so he honestly didn’t care. Besides, it was a lot of fun and it got them off his back. It might be disturbing to write things about his own asshole brothers, but if it meant seeing the looks on their faces, it might be worth it to write some of his own.

[groovyghostie]

If you still want asks for that angst+hurt/comfort dialogue prompt list, then... I think 16 ("You were calling out, in your sleep. You said my name.") with Youngblood saying that to Noise would have potential, if that's an idea you think you'd have fun with.

Thanks for the request, Remus! This was super fun to write, as short as it is. I also didn't edit it. But I think I'm proud of it. You could read this as Fiery Melody (Youngblood/Noise), or as platonic. Not really sure how I even intended it. Roman is barely there, but yknow. He exists. I love the boy, but he is entirely unnecessary to this particular story. Also the ending is very vague. I'm leaving it up to the imagination >:3

Word count is about 825

Warnings include: nightmare sequence, crying, panic attack, slight arguing, fear of abandonment, and implied violence. Please heed the warnings and stay safe.

Fic under the cut, will probably cross-post to ao3, link to my account in my pinned post.

Nightmares, Sleeping and Waking

Noise sat on the balcony of Youngblood’s room, dangling their legs through the railing. He swung his feet back and forth, back and forth. The sun had set a little bit ago, and the cool night breeze caressed their face. The door opened behind him.

“About time you were free,” Noise said, not turning.

Youngblood just grunted in response and dropped to the ground next to him.

Noise glanced at Youngblood sideways, their smile falling for a moment. They didn’t like the look on Youngblood’s face as he looked up at the sky.

Then Youngblood pointed upwards. “Make a wish.”

Noise looked up to see a shooting star. They smiled and closed their eyes.

“I wish for some peace and quiet,” Youngblood joked.

“You’re not supposed to tell me,” Noise complained.

“Well, tell me yours and we’ll be even.”

“I wish… to see the world. And maybe you can be there if you’re nice to me.”

Youngblood laughed.

The foliage was closing in. The foliage was closing in, and Noise was falling behind. They were falling behind. He couldn’t keep up with Youngblood. He had never been able to keep up with Youngblood.

Suddenly, the streets were as Noise had known them before. Noise stood with Roman and Youngblood. They were annoyed. He couldn’t remember why, but he was so, so annoyed. When they looked over at Youngblood and Roman, it was obvious they were trying to tell them something. He couldn’t hear them. Why couldn’t he hear them?

They were yanked backwards without warning, and they reached out desperately. They yelled for help, screamed for help. He saw Youngblood reach back to him. He could almost touch Youngblood’s fingers. Doors slammed shut between the two of them. There was darkness.

“Youngblood! YOUNGBLOOD!” Noise screamed. Or, they tried. There was no sound.

A hand on their shoulder startled them, and Noise shot up, breathing heavily. Tears streamed from their eye, down their cheek and neck, leaving uncomfortable dried tear tracks behind. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t get any air in.

“Noise…” he heard. They froze, finally looking around themself. They were in a clearing, sitting up on a blanket that Roman had laid out for them, and it was dark. Roman lay sleeping in a bedroll nearby. He remembered the desperate run out of Neon, remembered trying to turn back, remembered Youngblood and Roman trying to get him to come with them. He turned his head, and there was Youngblood. They let out a small noise, halfway between a sigh and a sob, and began to breathe again.

“You… You were calling out in your sleep,” Youngblood said, trying to seem unbothered.

He was always trying to seem unbothered. Noise had always seen through it, before. Before…

“You said my name.”

Noise bristled, raising his shoulders defensively and gritting his teeth. “It doesn’t mean anything. It was just a dream,” they spat. It couldn’t have been very convincing, because he was still crying, and his voice shook.

Youngblood hesitated. “You don’t have to tell me–”

“Don’t say ‘but’!” Noise snapped. “You don’t get to offer me support! You left me behind! You left me!” They tried to choke back a sob, but it escaped anyway.

Youngblood’s face finally showed how he was feeling. He looked regretful. “I know… I really am sorry, Noise. It was… a mistake. To leave without talking to you.”

“You could have told me,” Noise sniffled. “I… could have helped, or… or come with you.” They looked down, letting out another small sob. Their face burned with humiliation. “The worst part is how scared I’ve been ever since you came back that you’re going to leave again. I keep thinking I’m going to lose you again.”

“I’m sorry. I should have told you. I was…” Youngblood trailed off.

“What?” Noise snapped.

“Scared!” Youngblood snapped back. “I was scared that you didn’t want to talk to me, that you hated me! That you would hate me forever!” Youngblood recoiled like he’d been burned. Noise almost had to laugh at that thought, as morbid as it was.

But Noise sobered quickly. They looked up at Youngblood, wiping their nose with their wrist. “I don’t hate you,” he whispered. “I could never hate you…”

“I… don’t hate you either,” Youngblood mumbled, looking away, up at the night sky.

Noise looked up too. A shooting star streaked across the sky, and Noise gave a teary smile. “Make a wish,” they said softly.

“I wish for some peace and quiet,” Youngblood said flatly.

Noise managed a teary smile. “You’re not supposed to tell me.”

“Well, tell me yours and we’ll be even.”

“I wish…”

Noise shot upright, unable to breathe and crying. This time, though, they found themself lying on the cold floor of the Bard King’s throne room. They scrambled to their knees.

As he looked around anxiously, he was met with the sight of a familiar figure coming toward him. His chest tightened. They felt a hand against their cheek.

Noise screamed.

[mar-the-magician]

Tsundere Fae Healer Talks About Home

OHMYFUCK IT’S BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE I POSTED A CHAPTER

Erm, apologies— hello all! I’m not gonna lie, this chapter was kind of difficult to write (for a lot of reasons) but I wanna thank everyone who’s shown so much support and love for this creative endeavor of mine, and especially @morgansplace, @thesunandmoons-blog, and @shinebrite97 for giving me the motivation to finish this with their kind words, fan content, and all other contributions!! Thank you all and I hope you enjoy!! Cw/Tw: this has one or two very mild sexual references somewhere in there— not sure if it’d be enough to trigger anyone, but better safe than sorry! Also death and the afterlife are mentioned in here, just in case that’s a problem for anyone.

Tsundere Fae Healer Talks About Home 

Vmm-vmm

I glanced down at my phone.

One new message from Amir Amator✨ 

I went in and changed his contact

Amir Amator✨(aka Sex on Toast)

Then I had a look at his message. He had sent me an image attachment of a small yellow flower with spiky petals and a whitish center.

‘Eris thought you would like this flower and asked me to send you a picture of it’

I smiled and started typing.

‘Tell him I love it and it’s very pretty

i want to see Hedera, can we meet at the parking lot?’

‘See you there, Traveler 😃✨’

‘that emoji is threatening 

It gives bad vibes’

‘Wdym?? 🤔🤭’

‘Bruh

i hate you’

‘Love you too, Traveler’

‘*really hate you’

‘Really love you too. See you!’

‘Smh’ 

I rushed to the bathroom and checked my hair, changed into a nicer shirt, grabbed my keys, and was out the door.

All the drive there, half of my brain was coming up with questions to figure out if there really was some sort of obstacle to humans and fae having romantic relationships with each other, trying to convince me that it would be for the best. The other half was coming up with all possible answers that would prove that there was no obstacle and hoping, hoping, hoping. 

“Ugh. Stop it! It’s just a stupid crush! Get over yourself!” I screamed into the rearview mirror. 

When I arrived in the parking lot, Amir was already there, leaning against the most expensive-looking car in the parking lot.

“Took you long enough. What was the hold-up? Oh wait… right! You can’t teleport!” He snapped his fingers and gave me a smug grin. I just stared at him for a full three or so seconds and then asked

“Whose car is that?” His curls shook as he laughed.

“Some random person who decided to park here, I suppose. You ready to get going? There’s wards in place so Hedera and I will both be alerted if anything hostile comes near you while you’re in these woods. Do you know your own way this time?” I squinted a little, trying to remember the way that we had gone our last visit.

“I think so, yeah.” His eyes glinted deviously.

“Good! Then that means you two will get some… alone time~”

My stomach flipped over at what he had just implied.

“Oh don’t even go there, incubus.” 

“I didn’t say anything, so who really has the dirty mind here?” He smirked and turned to the forest, holding up his arms and snapping his fingers. Just as it had last time, an opening appeared in the trees where there had been nothing but impenetrable walls of branches and thorns only moments before. He turned to go.

“Well, there you are. Enjoy yourself, Traveler~”

“Why d’you have to go right this second?” I cocked my head curiously. He muttered something that sounded vaguely like

“Can’t talk right now, I’m doin’ hot girl shit,” and I turned an incredulous stare on him.

“What??”

“I must depart, unfortunately!” He blinked out of existence. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Turning back to the path ahead of me, I shook out my shoulders and took a deep breath.

“Whatever. Here we go.”

I was careful about my turns. Judging from how the others had acted before, I did not want to get lost in these woods, no matter how many wards were around.

Once I saw the piles of rocks ahead of me, I began breathing easy again. As I rounded a large pile of boulders, I saw Hedera, draped in a floaty silver dress that was practically see-through (think holy thoughts, me, think holy thoughts) with a daisy crown on her head, half-leaning and half-sitting against a rock. She looked at me and let out a breath.

“Hello again, Traveler.” Gah, how was her voice always so musical?? 

“Hello, Hedera.” I coughed awkwardly. She rolled her eyes and patted the boulder beside her.

“Sit.” It was more of a command than an invitation. 

“Why are you here?” I squirmed a little as I situated myself next to her on the boulder. It was surprisingly comfortable.

“Because… I missed you?”

“Oh really.” She scoffed. I held open my hands.

“Yes? Is that not allowed now? I like you, I think you’re cool, I want to talk to you and spend time with you. Is that so unbelievable?” She rolled her eyes and turned her head away. I had just imagined that hint of pink on her cheeks, right? Right?

“Well. You’re doing that now. Yay-hoo-fucking-ray.” Yup, definitely imagined it.

“I mean— I can leave, if you’d prefer…”

“No.” I smiled crookedly.

“Getting kinda mixed messages here, girl.”

“You already came all this way, it’d be a waste not to spend at least some time here now,” she rolled her eyes. I poked her arm.

“You just don’t want to admit that you wanna talk to me as well!” She shoved my shoulder with a sardonic snort that just barely wasn’t enough to distract me from how warm her hand was.

“Believe whatever keeps you sane, you loon.” For a few moments, we just kicked our feet and stared down at all the beautiful flowers below. Honestly, she was justified in getting mad that I had squished some of them. They were art. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I came here, yes partially because I wanted to see Hedera, but also because I wanted answers to my questions.

“Hey, so… I wanted to ask you some questions about… well, everything, if you’re okay with it.”

“I’m not sure I can answer questions about everything, Traveler.” I made a face at her.

“You know what I meant.” She sighed and gestured into the air.

“Ask away. It’s not like I have anything better to do.”

I took a deep breath in through my nose.

“So uh… how long do fae… live for?” If they were immortal or lived for ages and ages on end, that would make a romantic relationship hard on the fae. 

“Ooh wow, that’s a heavy one to lead with.” She laced he fingers through her hair.

“I mean— you don’t have to answer if you don’t want—“

“No, no, it’s— it’s fine. So… essentially, fae cannot die of old age.” My chest tightened up. ‘This is a good thing, this is a good thing, this is a good thing. Destroy that stupid crush of yours.’ My brain tried to convince me. 

“We can be killed, with enough force or magic, and we… we have to choose to die.”

“What?” 

“Hold your fucking horses, let me finish, you eternal question and objection dispenser. Once a fae entity gets old enough, they have the option to simply… leave. Their spirit leaves their body and goes to the afterlife. It’s not painful or anything, you just… stop. That’s our equivalent of ‘old age.’” My brain took a moment to adjust to this information.

“Oh. Okay… that’s… hm.” ‘Someone could just choose to die after their partner died. They wouldn’t have to deal with an eternity of grief.’ She raised her eyebrows at me. 

“Well, that’s a very reactive response.” I coughed and cleared my throat.

“Sorry, just, uh… thinking.”

“Wait.” She turned to stare at me.

“You do that?”

“Oh fuck off,” I laughed. 

“And okay, uh… next question.” Fuck, how to phrase this without her catching on…

“Do… do fae… experience… emotions, the same way humans do, or is there any sort of… fundamental difference?” ‘Real smooth.’ I mentally facepalmed. She looked at me sideways.

“You’re full of all kinds of interesting questions today, aren’t you?” I squirmed underneath her icy stare. She rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue.

“Relax Traveler, I’m not going to eat you or something. No, there’s no real fundamental difference in how we experience emotions or connections. Some of the oldest, oldest fae get attached less easily or quickly, and feel a bit more… numb, I suppose, because they’ve been around for so long and experienced so much that things just matter to them less, but in general humans and fae are fairly close in that department, at least as far as I can surmise.”

“I see. That’s… cool. Yeah, that’s cool.” Her eyebrows turned upwards in a concerned expression.

“You are acting fucking weird today Traveler. Are you— feeling all right?”

“Yeah, no, totally, I’m good!” I gave her two awkward thumbs up. 

‘Sprinkle some normal questions in there, hopefully throw her off the scent…’

“So, um, what’s your favorite part about the fae realm?” I asked.

She flinched slightly. I held up my hands quickly in a disarming gesture.

“You don’t have to talk about it—“

“Stop saying that every time. If I want to keep something private, or it makes me uncomfortable or I’m just not willing to share it at this juncture, I’ll just tell you to fuck right off. Unlike you, maybe, I actually have a spine.” I let out a surprised laugh.

“Okay then…”

“So… my favorite part. It would probably be the… the beat. The pulse. I— I don’t really know what else to call it, but you still look confused.”

“I don’t think I understand. The fae realm has a pulse? Like a heartbeat?” She sighed and stretched out her long, pale, freckle-dusted arms, laying them across her knees.

“There is always dancing, in that realm. It is one of the few things about which my race is willing to swallow their pride and admit that your race has a mastery of. Someone is always dancing, or being taught a new dance, or dancing for a specific reason or ceremony or some such. And part of that is, that realm has a constant beat. A pulsating, bass-like thing that permeates the whole realm.”

“Oh.” I tried to imagine this.

“That sounds really beautiful… but also kind of overwhelming?”

“You could use that to describe the whole realm, from a human point of view.” She tossed her head, and the daisy crown fell over one eye.

“Shit, crud, forgot I had this on—“ she scrabbled with it. I held out my hands in a “come here” motion.

“Let me?” She paused.

“My hair tangles really easily…”

“I promise I’ll be gentle and it won’t hurt.” Plus, if she said yes, I would get to touch that gorgeous, silky, wavy mane… She cautiously inclined her head towards me.

“Very well then…” 

“Where’d you get the daisy crown?” I gently disentangled one daisy after another from her locks with careful fingers. Wow her hair was soft. 

“Eris made it for me. He likes to do that a lot— and it’s good practice for me to keep plants alive for as long as I can.” 

“It still kinda fucks with my mind that people can do that. Just like, going about my day as normal, and then suddenly I remember— oh yeah! Magic exists!” She graced me with an almost-smile as I slowly pulled the crown away from her head. 

“There we go.” 

“Thank you. Yes, well, if you follow through with your applications and are consistent with your studies, you may be able to do things like that as well someday.”

“Hey, why are you glaring?! You don’t know anything about my study habits, I could be the most diligent student in the world for all you know!”

“I’m sure you could be— y’know what, no actually. From what I have seen of you, you would not be the type to do well in the school system. At least from what Amir has told me of it.”

“You— yeah okay fair.” I deflated. She snorted.

“That’s what I thought.”

There was another pause, and I couldn’t decide if the silence was awkward or companionable. She blew air out through her nose.

“Anyhow— the fae realm is… beautiful. I love it, and I miss it. But humans can’t generally go there.”

“What? Why not?”

“It’s overwhelming, like you said. Everything there is— constant color and light and rhythm and noise and warmth and cold at the same time— every one of your senses gets pushed to the max. Same with the demon realm. With proper training and conditioning humans can enter the other realms, but that usually takes years. An untrained human has a pretty high chance of just straight-up dropping dead from sensory overload the moment they enter an access point.”

“Oh— wow.” She pursed her lips.

“Exactly.” 

“So… is the ‘beat’ what you miss the most about your realm?” She let out a bitter laugh.

“I miss a lot of things about it. The smells— flowers and nectar and ambrosia and honey and musk, earth and water, air and hot dust, grass and fruit and charcoal and stones, green tea and crushed roots, merging into something indescribable. The warmth. The tactile sensations. The way you can find new shapes and colors in everything. The swirling power constantly surrounding you. I miss the energy from that place. Here it’s… different. In order to feed off of the energy of this realm, it has to be channeled through a human. To feed there, all I had to do was take it in.”

“I see.” I fiddled with the daisy crown in my hand.

“I’m a little confused about something…” she sighed.

“When are you not?” I started laughing.

“Now you’re just being mean,” I pouted. “But I did genuinely have a question…”

“What?”

“Why… if you miss it so much, why stay here? Why not go home?” She stiffened. Slowly turned her head away from me and held her hand out for the daisy crown. I tentatively handed it to her.

“Fuck. Right off.” She said, running the half-wilted crown through her hands like a rosary. 

“Gotcha.” ‘Well that’s… interesting…’ 

“Besides, it’s not like I completely, totally, without exception, hate it here in this realm. I’ve made it very bearable for myself, at least in this little corner of it. I have flowers, Eris, good smells, fruit, clean water, and plenty of room and privacy to practice magic. Most of the time, anyway.” She turned a stern stare on me.

“I get it, I get it, I’m a nuisance!” I laughed. Why did her harshness make me feel more at ease than her kindness?

“One last question, and then I’ll let you go. It’s getting pretty late, anyway.”

“I assure you, I’m all ears.”

“Does anyone know what happens after fae… die? Like, has anyone ever come back from the dead or anything? Do we know if there’s an afterlife?” Hedera held her hands up to the sky like she was praying.

“You come here into my meadow and expect me to know all the mysteries that your people have been trying to solve for centuries?”

“I’m sorry, I—“

“Oh, hush.” She let her arms drop. 

“No-one has ever come back from the dead. It’s not possible, as far as anyone knows. Necromancy magic is nothing but a bad children’s story. But…” she began twisting the daisies again,

“Human souls can be reincarnated. Fae and demons aren’t ever, as far as we know, but a human soul can be reincarnated into the body of a fae entity or a demon.”

“Oh that’s insane— how does anyone know that?”

“When a fae entity or a demon gets old enough, sometimes they start regaining memories from one or more of their past lives. Humans can actually do it too, with some training— and maybe some magical aid, for some of them.”

“That’s— woah! That is incredible! We actually��know something about the afterlife! Like, for certain!” That almost-smile lifted her cheeks and brow again.

“Amir has told me that such revelations often have that kind of effect on humans.” I grinned at her.

“You rely on Amir for a lot of your info about us, don’t you? But you don’t have to anymore— you have me!”

“Yes, well, very nice.” She rolled her eyes. Surely, surely I didn’t imagine the twinkle in them this time, did I?

“Speaking of Amir, though, I promised him I’d give my opinion on some designs he’s been working on today, and he doesn’t like anyone but me and sometimes Eris to see his sketches before he’s done with them, so you might have to withdraw for the day.”

“Amir designs things? What are they?” 

“Clothes, what else?” She pushed herself up from the rock with one arm, looking graceful and easy. ‘For fuck’s sake, focus for one second, would you??’

“O-okay, cool. I will. It was… it was nice talking to you, Hedera.”

“…You’re. An interesting conversationalist, Traveler. I’ll give you that.” Why did just that make me feel warm and wriggly inside?

“I’ll walk you out to your car.” Her tone booked no argument, despite the fact that I was thinking 

‘But what about those wards??’

“Okay! Thank you!” I fiddled awkwardly with my fingers, and she shoved the daisy crown back into my hands.

“You can keep that. It’s not like it’ll last much longer anyway.”

“Ah… thank you.” That was definitely not a thing I should be blushing about.

As we walked along the path that I was coming to know rather well, Hedera seemed rather restless. Finally, as we were nearing the parking lot, she turned to me and asked 

“Traveler. I— I have a meeting, with my tribe, soon. It’s going to be held in the human realm. It would help you to learn more about us. Eris isn’t going to be there, but he said he’d like you to go and meet the other people from our tribe. And— and I want you to come. If you want to, that is, I know it could be an overwhelming thing to fling on you right off the bat and you certainly don’t have to but—“

“Yes!” I all-but shouted. Getting ahold of myself, I coughed into my hand and said

“Yes. Absolutely. I would love to meet more people like you. And I want to learn as much as I can. And I…” I leaned against my car and fiddled with the daisies. 

“I want to spend more time… with you.” 

“I see.” I looked up to see her clearing her throat with a face that was definitely pink. There was no way I was imagining it.

“I’ll… I’ll have Amir send you the date and time. Be safe, Traveler.” She turned and power-walked away, leaving me staring after her trailing silver dress with a lot— a whole lot— on my mind.

Thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed!! I might be a bit before my next chapter upload, because I’m going to try to write two chapters so that I always have a chapter’s worth of buffer between me and the gaping hole of taking so long to update should such extraneous circumstances beset me again. However, if the common theme of my writing holds true, the next two chapters are gonna be pretty easy to write, so hopefully I won’t be too long! :D Thank you all again for reading!

[tea-and-finalfantasy]

really long comment i might be mad i spent time on. pasted from what i posted in markiplier’s comment section LOL

A VERY LONG COMMENT abt the game's (possible) pros and cons BUT I haven't looked into the lore outside of these playthroughs + don't remember character names lol SO I could be missing vital info. Or not. I also vaguely know about the whole mascot horror debate + the merch link think + some dev details BUT am commenting as if these aren’t issues

Warning for an essay in Markiplier’s comments section and also possible spoilers for Amanda the Adventurer and some FNAF lore as they’re also mentioned

I definitely think there are some interesting features here that could be expanded upon if more streamlined

What I feel like is trying to be conveyed in this game is experimentation to create sentience in creatures either inanimate (dolls? toys? the female spider being an example) or with low or nonexistent sentience (jellyfish) (unsure if this is the correct way to refer to organisms like this? they don't have brains, they function but don't think in the same way other organisms do, like bacteria vs a lion--two different existences)

And I think there could be something interesting in that all the mascots are almost at odds with each other? They don't act uniformly and seem to have their own desires BUT because we aren't sure why this is the case or who these characters are, it ends up being more confusing than interesting

For example, the white bunny? thing functions in one scene as a schoolteacher who is not only violent/abusive but who is teaching groups of inanimate objects. While this could just be the devs not wanting to create models of the children being referenced as experiments, it does give the vibe too that she's not an actual educator that was experimented on but a child who was experimented on, become violent and physically changed, and functions in this false role as a more "mature" presence

On the other hand, needing to save her from the green monster didn't amplify the feeling that she's... anything in particular? Scenes just occur in this game to happen, not necessarily to imply anything, and while I know that's most likely because this game feels like (and probably is) a cash grab/something that piggy-back's on a style of game without bringing anything to the table (like it's not a successful fan-game or homage to a game—I don’t know anything about Poppy’s Playtime but it seems people don’t like that game either—but it's also not its own game--it does neither well), I still want to offer up a review/thoughts on how it could be better, even if no one's really interested in improving it lol

I feel like less characters would absolutely be better, like having the green monster be an example of a creature that gained sentience but does not do more than destroy, the white and red creatures as children or adults experimented on that gained more maturity but that lapse into violent urges due to? chemical exposure? abyssal exposure?, and the jellyfish as an example of a creature who previously did not have capabilities or thought processes such as these now having an overwhelming amount of these unwanted abilities

The red creature as a scientist falling victim to his own experiment would work as he's knowledgeable about the workplace, the procedures, and he’s mature enough to have his own unknown motives and grey morality (injuring the player but apologizing for it, both encouraging the player and getting in the player’s way, being at odds with the jellyfish but in a way where we don’t know which one is right—if either of them are)

The jellyfish does not want you to trust the red one but he (BanBan?) warns you of the jellyfish in return, making both of them suspect. The QR codes (which I think are a cool feature, although very much unsafe LOL) telling you information in secret, such as to not trust the jellyfish, is not only a well done, creepy feature but it feels like more reliable information, not something that could’ve been lied about outright in the experiment reports or in dialogue with the characters

Having less characters and dedicating sufficient time to that would provide examples of why certain characters act the way they do and why they are at odds with one another, rather than just having an odd assortment of characters who, whether they interact with one another or not, are left unexplained

And yeah, these are like, fixable issues. Things to improve upon to make the game more coherent. But then there's the REALLY dumb shit that irks me more than anything, that solidifies this more in the realm of active/weaponized disinterest than the understandable limitations of there being two developers

Why the fuck do you turn into a jellyfish. Ok cool if you want to imply chemical? exposure in the most successful degree creates otherworldly (abyssal?) powers BUT YOU NEED TO EXPLAIN/IMPLY IT SOMEWHERE LOL like what do you mean it’s just a “trick” he plays on you? It’s giving KH3 “Marluxia can just knock you out with his powers” or “Larxene can construct a whole ice castle” like??? No they fucking can’t? You can’t just introduce powers like that because you want something to occur without putting in the effort to explain how it’s happening

The minigames are just. Why are you fighting a dragon? Who is that? Maybe if the different minigame environments represented normal/familiar locations to soothe and interest the children, instead of just being a cold, harsh lab environment but again, some kind of tie in would be nice? Rather than just showing up in places and it's a beach? Ok now it's over, next room?

Stop introducing characters. Who the FUCK was that toothpick ass, ripoff FNAF exoskeleton bastard?

And, probably mostly out of personal preference than anything else, the edginess falls flat. I totally get going through that writing/creating phase and sometimes it gets polished into genuinely scary and well written things! Not every instance of the-most-violent-thing-you-can-think-of is cringy! But we're still in the working phase here—and we’re allowed to create and for it to not be perfect or even good as long as it’s genuine!

But maybe my opinion's biased because of the merch link in game (chapter) one but even if we ignore that (hey, everybody's gotta eat), the plot still feels pretty soulless. Granted, it's improved a lot from game one but is functioning at such a basic level of what we might find "scary” and it isn't explained enough for it to hit (there's reliance on the mention of child experimentation alone, on mention of the abyss alone to do the scaring, rather than the implications of such experimentation, of the harm done, of the people and creatures suffering for so-called "progress"). The pancreas related comments could've been mildly humorous if presented as a break in the seriousness, rather than a disinteresting, throwaway line because it sounds edgy

For example, other games that I've seen wrongfully imo lumped into negative examples of mascot horror are FNAF and Amanda the Adventurer

FNAF1 had simplistic controls and simplistic plot with enough weird and slightly-off content to make it unsettling. The restaurant was (at least half) trying to be family friendly! The characters are off-putting but not completely not-cute either! I even like the merch for FNAF1 because it’s funny and silly to have like, a wonky little Bonnie pillow pet! I’m an absolute sucker for that kind of cute stuff and I’d excuse merch selling for something that genuinely had fun features and heart! I don’t think FNAF1 was a front for selling merch alone, even if I think the current state of the merch is excessive (like a movie is exciting! posters were perfectly in line with the game setting! but a million figures and recolors is a bit much)

Amanda the Adventurer is really interesting to me because, as someone who struggles with enjoying creepy-cute things at times as I prefer them mostly separated (like I LOVE clowns and think they’re so cute and feel bad when they’re made to always be so scary lol), I thought the plot was super interesting! It would’ve fallen flat were it just like “oh violence? scary dialogue? and she’s a child?” like it’d just settle as some kind of perversion of the innocence of childhood without going further than that, without doing more than associating innocence with violence, BUT for there to be strong implications that Amanda is the show’s creator’s daughter trapped in the show with her body rotting somewhere unknown after being exploited by producers and other adults is really cool! It gives layers to Amanda’s character, leading us to see her as a confused, lonely, scared child lashing out because of what’s happened to her, something that she doesn’t even fully understand, rather than just being a malicious entity

Yeah, you run into some possible issues with both games but even then, these issues could be entirely preference based

In ATA, I’m not a huge fan of the introduction of lab experiments into her backstory as I don’t feel it fits super well right now. I think her situation functions better to just be a by-product of exploitation by the television industry, even if it results in something otherworldly, rather than being due to lab experimentation. But maybe it could be fixed if we consider the lab experimentation to be an extension of her exploitation, watching her goaded into unknowingly signing away her life at the behest of people she thought she could trust. Without her father there to protect her, she understandably leans on the next adult around and we watch as that trust’s betrayed without a way to prevent it from having happened and currently without a way to fix it, if she can even be saved

In FNAF, I don’t like some features of some later installments ALTHOUGH my knowledge is rusty/I’ve only done reading on it, no actual playing, so I’m not 100% on the plot I’m about to discuss. What I liked in FNAF1 was even if the lore was expanded upon after the fact, possibly based more on fan theory than the creator’s original intentions, it was simple and made sense. A co-creator of the restaurant committed murder, put the bodies in the suits, got killed when he tried hiding in his own suit, there are spirits that haunt the suits/restaurant/franchise, etc. The lore, at the best times, is entrenched in greed, family trauma and sins of the father, sadness and pity, persisting grief over the death of the innocent, the uninvolved, the young—bodies that go unfound— and various characters desperately trying to make things right, to do what other “trusted” figures have so far been unable to right. AND if we ignore the added depth, the gameplay and simple plot of the first game allows for both fan theories and gives opportunities to ignore the lore entirely. It’s just as fun to play either way

But when we move away from William Afton as just a killer, albeit with great intellect and persistence and premeditation, and present him as someone creating machinery specifically to kill, I don’t like it as much

The ? baby doll? Who is in sister location I think? Being this instrument of torture just feels violent to be violent. I can appreciate expansion on Afton’s twisted genius but I do like viewing him as an extremely intelligent but panicked, impulsive killer rather than going overboard with his methods

But, speaking of going overboard, GBB feels bloated with characters without the depth of information. It’s bypassed the risk of creating too much at the risk of it not making sense and somehow exists in this space where there’s too much going on but absolutely no payoff. We haven’t learned too much in too little time—we’ve experienced way too much and gained nearly nothing from it

And a last complaint—on something I’d really love were it done better—maybe I just wasn't paying enough attention but what on earth are the letters symbolic of? Someone had mentioned they got letters scrambled to spells "monsters" which is like. Ok not interesting enough but it still makes sense--but these runs were just??? N, R, G, and like 7 Os??? LOL I literally was like? Ooooonion? Groooooin? A really long "oh no?"

[missnight0wl]

Not to mention they could have said "Oh, look at MC with how popular they are, surrounded by people so charmed by them. Just like their old man!" Aside from that, I really wish they made Jacob and MC Muggleborns in canon. That would have been a good excuse for all those filler story parts where people go "Let me explain this very basic wizard world concept you should know if you were raised in the wizarding world as implied." Plus make Merula's dislike more justified.

Sorry for the late reply! This is the continuation of this post, if anyone’s interested.

Honestly, JC kinda shot themselves in the foot by making Peregrine that big “celebrity” during his time at Hogwarts. I mean, I get that they wanted to stress that he’s such a natural charmer and whatnot, but… it just doesn’t work, really. In fact, it’d probably be best to say that Peregrine attended a totally different school – which actually could work as one of the reasons why we never heard of him. And I don’t see why Perry couldn’t be a foreigner. Of course, then Peregrine and the Mother couldn’t be high school love birds anymore, but let’s be real – it didn’t impact anything anyway.

As for MC and Jacob being Muggleborns… Hm, I see where you’re coming from, but I can’t quite get on board with you on that. And here’s my issue: why would R get so fixated on the siblings then? I suppose some prophecy could play a role here, but… I’m just not sure.

Ok, so here’s how I always saw it. I always believed that the reason why R was so obsessed with the siblings is because their family is somehow connected to the Cursed Vault. Hell, I still believe it’s much closer to the original plans than whatever JC is giving us. Because it explains so well why Jacob was being forced by R to search for the Vaults, as we learnt in Y5. On top of that, it might tie in nicely with the Grandpa Kowalski theory because if MC’s family was in America for a very long, so it could explain why supposedly nobody was searching for the Vaults before that.

Oh, and I don’t think Muggleborns can be natural Legilimenses. I mean, to be fair, we know so little about it, that it probably could be applied anyway.

Still, I want to point out that the whole problem of MC’s ignorance is – in my opinion – quite clearly a result of JC messing up once, and personally, I’m kind of separating it from canon information. Because let’s remember that MC is also clueless about the Muggle world, apparently. And so, I believe that JC wanted MC to be ignorant about:

the wizarding world – so they could produce more content effortlessly, simply by explaining information;

the Muggle world – so they could throw in jokes about MC not knowing what a toaster is or whatever.

As a result, we got MC who apparently lived most of their life under the rock. And frankly, I just don’t really see the point in looking too deep into it because I think JC simply didn’t consider how it impacts the story. The reason why I say it is also because it wasn’t always that way. Remember that MC’s boggart in Y3 was Voldemort? MC knew about the war; they knew the Potters’ story. They were worried because of the rumours about Jacob joining Death Eaters, meaning that they had to understand the general situation in the wizarding world at the time. As for Muggle ignorance, I’m pretty sure the writers used to avoid giving such comments to MC. For example, when the Halloween activities were first introduced (helping Dumbledore with decorating), I believe that all the comments like: “Is it true Muggles dress up on Halloween?” were given to Rowan.

Personally, I wish they would use our friends in situations like that more often, actually. And the thing is that they could use it in both directions. You want to make the chapter/side quest longer by explaining something about the wizarding world? Include Ben in the scene! Want to put a Muggle joke in? Use Rowan’s or Charlie’s cluelessness! They could even keep MC’s blood status pretty vague that way.

[voidingintotheshout]

OK as someone who is known by some of you as a Muslim, I just want to address the elephant in the room before I go to bed. Andrew Tate, the violently misogynistic asshole has just announced that he has converted to Islam, my faith. And while I hope that this conversion brings him in contact with people that shake him of his violent misogyny, I’m not gonna hold my breath that he becomes a better person. If I had to guess, I am assuming that he doesn’t really respect Islam or Allah and he’s only choosing this faith because he thinks it’s the violent and misogynistic religion that will allow him to be as violent and misogynistic as he wants, and he can just hide behind Islam when he gets in trouble. I hope he proves me wrong by becoming a better and caring person because of this but I kind of doubt it. Mostly, I doubt that he will become a better person because he had someone on a podcast crack a joke, implying that he didn’t sincerely convert and Andrew’s response was to accuse the person of being Islamophobic and then threatening some vague revenge for insulting Muslims, which vaguely implies terrorism I guess? So I just really hate that he has been a Muslim for like less than a week and he’s already emphasized that the entire religion is full of misogynists and women haters, and that if you do anything to disrespect a Muslim, they’ll hurt you. Like thanks, but no thanks for just using something that matters to me and just actively making it worse. At least this asshole is British and he’s a reflection of the poor moral character of the British people. 

After fact, checking this before I posted it I came to the heartbreaking discovery that he has dual American and British citizenship so unfortunately, he is a reflection of the poor moral character of Britain and America. 

Don’t get me wrong, while I do believe that believing in a religion or belief system can make you a better person, I don’t think any religion or belief system can make you a better person if you don’t want to be. unfortunately, if you don’t actually want to be a better person then religion ends up just being the vehicle with which you amass power, money, and influence that you used to make the world worse but that’s also true of belief systems like capitalism, communism, or whatever. 

[the-realms-master]

Tsundere Fae Healer Talks About Home

OHMYFUCK IT’S BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE I POSTED A CHAPTER

Erm, apologies— hello all! I’m not gonna lie, this chapter was kind of difficult to write (for a lot of reasons) but I wanna thank everyone who’s shown so much support and love for this creative endeavor of mine, and especially @morgansplace, @thesunandmoons-blog, and @shinebrite97 for giving me the motivation to finish this with their kind words, fan content, and all other contributions!! Thank you all and I hope you enjoy!! Cw/Tw: this has one or two very mild sexual references somewhere in there— not sure if it’d be enough to trigger anyone, but better safe than sorry! Also death and the afterlife are mentioned in here, just in case that’s a problem for anyone.

Tsundere Fae Healer Talks About Home 

Vmm-vmm

I glanced down at my phone.

One new message from Amir Amator✨ 

I went in and changed his contact

Amir Amator✨(aka Sex on Toast)

Then I had a look at his message. He had sent me an image attachment of a small yellow flower with spiky petals and a whitish center.

‘Eris thought you would like this flower and asked me to send you a picture of it’

I smiled and started typing.

‘Tell him I love it and it’s very pretty

i want to see Hedera, can we meet at the parking lot?’

‘See you there, Traveler 😃✨’

‘that emoji is threatening 

It gives bad vibes’

‘Wdym?? 🤔🤭’

‘Bruh

i hate you’

‘Love you too, Traveler’

‘*really hate you’

‘Really love you too. See you!’

‘Smh’ 

I rushed to the bathroom and checked my hair, changed into a nicer shirt, grabbed my keys, and was out the door.

All the drive there, half of my brain was coming up with questions to figure out if there really was some sort of obstacle to humans and fae having romantic relationships with each other, trying to convince me that it would be for the best. The other half was coming up with all possible answers that would prove that there was no obstacle and hoping, hoping, hoping. 

“Ugh. Stop it! It’s just a stupid crush! Get over yourself!” I screamed into the rearview mirror. 

When I arrived in the parking lot, Amir was already there, leaning against the most expensive-looking car in the parking lot.

“Took you long enough. What was the hold-up? Oh wait… right! You can’t teleport!” He snapped his fingers and gave me a smug grin. I just stared at him for a full three or so seconds and then asked

“Whose car is that?” His curls shook as he laughed.

“Some random person who decided to park here, I suppose. You ready to get going? There’s wards in place so Hedera and I will both be alerted if anything hostile comes near you while you’re in these woods. Do you know your own way this time?” I squinted a little, trying to remember the way that we had gone our last visit.

“I think so, yeah.” His eyes glinted deviously.

“Good! Then that means you two will get some… alone time~”

My stomach flipped over at what he had just implied.

“Oh don’t even go there, incubus.” 

“I didn’t say anything, so who really has the dirty mind here?” He smirked and turned to the forest, holding up his arms and snapping his fingers. Just as it had last time, an opening appeared in the trees where there had been nothing but impenetrable walls of branches and thorns only moments before. He turned to go.

“Well, there you are. Enjoy yourself, Traveler~”

“Why d’you have to go right this second?” I cocked my head curiously. He muttered something that sounded vaguely like

“Can’t talk right now, I’m doin’ hot girl shit,” and I turned an incredulous stare on him.

“What??”

“I must depart, unfortunately!” He blinked out of existence. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Turning back to the path ahead of me, I shook out my shoulders and took a deep breath.

“Whatever. Here we go.”

I was careful about my turns. Judging from how the others had acted before, I did not want to get lost in these woods, no matter how many wards were around.

Once I saw the piles of rocks ahead of me, I began breathing easy again. As I rounded a large pile of boulders, I saw Hedera, draped in a floaty silver dress that was practically see-through (think holy thoughts, me, think holy thoughts) with a daisy crown on her head, half-leaning and half-sitting against a rock. She looked at me and let out a breath.

“Hello again, Traveler.” Gah, how was her voice always so musical?? 

“Hello, Hedera.” I coughed awkwardly. She rolled her eyes and patted the boulder beside her.

“Sit.” It was more of a command than an invitation. 

“Why are you here?” I squirmed a little as I situated myself next to her on the boulder. It was surprisingly comfortable.

“Because… I missed you?”

“Oh really.” She scoffed. I held open my hands.

“Yes? Is that not allowed now? I like you, I think you’re cool, I want to talk to you and spend time with you. Is that so unbelievable?” She rolled her eyes and turned her head away. I had just imagined that hint of pink on her cheeks, right? Right?

“Well. You’re doing that now. Yay-hoo-fucking-ray.” Yup, definitely imagined it.

“I mean— I can leave, if you’d prefer…”

“No.” I smiled crookedly.

“Getting kinda mixed messages here, girl.”

“You already came all this way, it’d be a waste not to spend at least some time here now,” she rolled her eyes. I poked her arm.

“You just don’t want to admit that you wanna talk to me as well!” She shoved my shoulder with a sardonic snort that just barely wasn’t enough to distract me from how warm her hand was.

“Believe whatever keeps you sane, you loon.” For a few moments, we just kicked our feet and stared down at all the beautiful flowers below. Honestly, she was justified in getting mad that I had squished some of them. They were art. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I came here, yes partially because I wanted to see Hedera, but also because I wanted answers to my questions.

“Hey, so… I wanted to ask you some questions about… well, everything, if you’re okay with it.”

“I’m not sure I can answer questions about everything, Traveler.” I made a face at her.

“You know what I meant.” She sighed and gestured into the air.

“Ask away. It’s not like I have anything better to do.”

I took a deep breath in through my nose.

“So uh… how long do fae… live for?” If they were immortal or lived for ages and ages on end, that would make a romantic relationship hard on the fae. 

“Ooh wow, that’s a heavy one to lead with.” She laced he fingers through her hair.

“I mean— you don’t have to answer if you don’t want—“

“No, no, it’s— it’s fine. So… essentially, fae cannot die of old age.” My chest tightened up. ‘This is a good thing, this is a good thing, this is a good thing. Destroy that stupid crush of yours.’ My brain tried to convince me. 

“We can be killed, with enough force or magic, and we… we have to choose to die.”

“What?” 

“Hold your fucking horses, let me finish, you eternal question and objection dispenser. Once a fae entity gets old enough, they have the option to simply… leave. Their spirit leaves their body and goes to the afterlife. It’s not painful or anything, you just… stop. That’s our equivalent of ‘old age.’” My brain took a moment to adjust to this information.

“Oh. Okay… that’s… hm.” ‘Someone could just choose to die after their partner died. They wouldn’t have to deal with an eternity of grief.’ She raised her eyebrows at me. 

“Well, that’s a very reactive response.” I coughed and cleared my throat.

“Sorry, just, uh… thinking.”

“Wait.” She turned to stare at me.

“You do that?”

“Oh fuck off,” I laughed. 

“And okay, uh… next question.” Fuck, how to phrase this without her catching on…

“Do… do fae… experience… emotions, the same way humans do, or is there any sort of… fundamental difference?” ‘Real smooth.’ I mentally facepalmed. She looked at me sideways.

“You’re full of all kinds of interesting questions today, aren’t you?” I squirmed underneath her icy stare. She rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue.

“Relax Traveler, I’m not going to eat you or something. No, there’s no real fundamental difference in how we experience emotions or connections. Some of the oldest, oldest fae get attached less easily or quickly, and feel a bit more… numb, I suppose, because they’ve been around for so long and experienced so much that things just matter to them less, but in general humans and fae are fairly close in that department, at least as far as I can surmise.”

“I see. That’s… cool. Yeah, that’s cool.” Her eyebrows turned upwards in a concerned expression.

“You are acting fucking weird today Traveler. Are you— feeling all right?”

“Yeah, no, totally, I’m good!” I gave her two awkward thumbs up. 

‘Sprinkle some normal questions in there, hopefully throw her off the scent…’

“So, um, what’s your favorite part about the fae realm?” I asked.

She flinched slightly. I held up my hands quickly in a disarming gesture.

“You don’t have to talk about it—“

“Stop saying that every time. If I want to keep something private, or it makes me uncomfortable or I’m just not willing to share it at this juncture, I’ll just tell you to fuck right off. Unlike you, maybe, I actually have a spine.” I let out a surprised laugh.

“Okay then…”

“So… my favorite part. It would probably be the… the beat. The pulse. I— I don’t really know what else to call it, but you still look confused.”

“I don’t think I understand. The fae realm has a pulse? Like a heartbeat?” She sighed and stretched out her long, pale, freckle-dusted arms, laying them across her knees.

“There is always dancing, in that realm. It is one of the few things about which my race is willing to swallow their pride and admit that your race has a mastery of. Someone is always dancing, or being taught a new dance, or dancing for a specific reason or ceremony or some such. And part of that is, that realm has a constant beat. A pulsating, bass-like thing that permeates the whole realm.”

“Oh.” I tried to imagine this.

“That sounds really beautiful… but also kind of overwhelming?”

“You could use that to describe the whole realm, from a human point of view.” She tossed her head, and the daisy crown fell over one eye.

“Shit, crud, forgot I had this on—“ she scrabbled with it. I held out my hands in a “come here” motion.

“Let me?” She paused.

“My hair tangles really easily…”

“I promise I’ll be gentle and it won’t hurt.” Plus, if she said yes, I would get to touch that gorgeous, silky, wavy mane… She cautiously inclined her head towards me.

“Very well then…” 

“Where’d you get the daisy crown?” I gently disentangled one daisy after another from her locks with careful fingers. Wow her hair was soft. 

“Eris made it for me. He likes to do that a lot— and it’s good practice for me to keep plants alive for as long as I can.” 

“It still kinda fucks with my mind that people can do that. Just like, going about my day as normal, and then suddenly I remember— oh yeah! Magic exists!” She graced me with an almost-smile as I slowly pulled the crown away from her head. 

“There we go.” 

“Thank you. Yes, well, if you follow through with your applications and are consistent with your studies, you may be able to do things like that as well someday.”

“Hey, why are you glaring?! You don’t know anything about my study habits, I could be the most diligent student in the world for all you know!”

“I’m sure you could be— y’know what, no actually. From what I have seen of you, you would not be the type to do well in the school system. At least from what Amir has told me of it.”

“You— yeah okay fair.” I deflated. She snorted.

“That’s what I thought.”

There was another pause, and I couldn’t decide if the silence was awkward or companionable. She blew air out through her nose.

“Anyhow— the fae realm is… beautiful. I love it, and I miss it. But humans can’t generally go there.”

“What? Why not?”

“It’s overwhelming, like you said. Everything there is— constant color and light and rhythm and noise and warmth and cold at the same time— every one of your senses gets pushed to the max. Same with the demon realm. With proper training and conditioning humans can enter the other realms, but that usually takes years. An untrained human has a pretty high chance of just straight-up dropping dead from sensory overload the moment they enter an access point.”

“Oh— wow.” She pursed her lips.

“Exactly.” 

“So… is the ‘beat’ what you miss the most about your realm?” She let out a bitter laugh.

“I miss a lot of things about it. The smells— flowers and nectar and ambrosia and honey and musk, earth and water, air and hot dust, grass and fruit and charcoal and stones, green tea and crushed roots, merging into something indescribable. The warmth. The tactile sensations. The way you can find new shapes and colors in everything. The swirling power constantly surrounding you. I miss the energy from that place. Here it’s… different. In order to feed off of the energy of this realm, it has to be channeled through a human. To feed there, all I had to do was take it in.”

“I see.” I fiddled with the daisy crown in my hand.

“I’m a little confused about something…” she sighed.

“When are you not?” I started laughing.

“Now you’re just being mean,” I pouted. “But I did genuinely have a question…”

“What?”

“Why… if you miss it so much, why stay here? Why not go home?” She stiffened. Slowly turned her head away from me and held her hand out for the daisy crown. I tentatively handed it to her.

“Fuck. Right off.” She said, running the half-wilted crown through her hands like a rosary. 

“Gotcha.” ‘Well that’s… interesting…’ 

“Besides, it’s not like I completely, totally, without exception, hate it here in this realm. I’ve made it very bearable for myself, at least in this little corner of it. I have flowers, Eris, good smells, fruit, clean water, and plenty of room and privacy to practice magic. Most of the time, anyway.” She turned a stern stare on me.

“I get it, I get it, I’m a nuisance!” I laughed. Why did her harshness make me feel more at ease than her kindness?

“One last question, and then I’ll let you go. It’s getting pretty late, anyway.”

“I assure you, I’m all ears.”

“Does anyone know what happens after fae… die? Like, has anyone ever come back from the dead or anything? Do we know if there’s an afterlife?” Hedera held her hands up to the sky like she was praying.

“You come here into my meadow and expect me to know all the mysteries that your people have been trying to solve for centuries?”

“I’m sorry, I—“

“Oh, hush.” She let her arms drop. 

“No-one has ever come back from the dead. It’s not possible, as far as anyone knows. Necromancy magic is nothing but a bad children’s story. But…” she began twisting the daisies again,

“Human souls can be reincarnated. Fae and demons aren’t ever, as far as we know, but a human soul can be reincarnated into the body of a fae entity or a demon.”

“Oh that’s insane— how does anyone know that?”

“When a fae entity or a demon gets old enough, sometimes they start regaining memories from one or more of their past lives. Humans can actually do it too, with some training— and maybe some magical aid, for some of them.”

“That’s— woah! That is incredible! We actually know something about the afterlife! Like, for certain!” That almost-smile lifted her cheeks and brow again.

“Amir has told me that such revelations often have that kind of effect on humans.” I grinned at her.

“You rely on Amir for a lot of your info about us, don’t you? But you don’t have to anymore— you have me!”

“Yes, well, very nice.” She rolled her eyes. Surely, surely I didn’t imagine the twinkle in them this time, did I?

“Speaking of Amir, though, I promised him I’d give my opinion on some designs he’s been working on today, and he doesn’t like anyone but me and sometimes Eris to see his sketches before he’s done with them, so you might have to withdraw for the day.”

“Amir designs things? What are they?” 

“Clothes, what else?” She pushed herself up from the rock with one arm, looking graceful and easy. ‘For fuck’s sake, focus for one second, would you??’

“O-okay, cool. I will. It was… it was nice talking to you, Hedera.”

“…You’re. An interesting conversationalist, Traveler. I’ll give you that.” Why did just that make me feel warm and wriggly inside?

“I’ll walk you out to your car.” Her tone booked no argument, despite the fact that I was thinking 

‘But what about those wards??’

“Okay! Thank you!” I fiddled awkwardly with my fingers, and she shoved the daisy crown back into my hands.

“You can keep that. It’s not like it’ll last much longer anyway.”

“Ah… thank you.” That was definitely not a thing I should be blushing about.

As we walked along the path that I was coming to know rather well, Hedera seemed rather restless. Finally, as we were nearing the parking lot, she turned to me and asked 

“Traveler. I— I have a meeting, with my tribe, soon. It’s going to be held in the human realm. It would help you to learn more about us. Eris isn’t going to be there, but he said he’d like you to go and meet the other people from our tribe. And— and I want you to come. If you want to, that is, I know it could be an overwhelming thing to fling on you right off the bat and you certainly don’t have to but—“

“Yes!” I all-but shouted. Getting ahold of myself, I coughed into my hand and said

“Yes. Absolutely. I would love to meet more people like you. And I want to learn as much as I can. And I…” I leaned against my car and fiddled with the daisies. 

“I want to spend more time… with you.” 

“I see.” I looked up to see her clearing her throat with a face that was definitely pink. There was no way I was imagining it.

“I’ll… I’ll have Amir send you the date and time. Be safe, Traveler.” She turned and power-walked away, leaving me staring after her trailing silver dress with a lot— a whole lot— on my mind.

Thank you for reading! I hope you all enjoyed!! I might be a bit before my next chapter upload, because I’m going to try to write two chapters so that I always have a chapter’s worth of buffer between me and the gaping hole of taking so long to update should such extraneous circumstances beset me again. However, if the common theme of my writing holds true, the next two chapters are gonna be pretty easy to write, so hopefully I won’t be too long! :D Thank you all again for reading!

Again outdated notes, it’s been over two months since I posted a chapter, but one is coming soon! And with that, we are up to date! And from now on every chapter will be posted here and on my main blog at the same time, so we should be all good.

[writteninsunshine]

You're One Big Sugar Rush - Fizzarolli/Asmodeus - NSFW

Title: You’re One Big Sugar Rush

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie’s House

Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie

Genre: Erotic/Romance

Rating: E

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1094

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 21 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, AU - Omegaverse, AU - Canon Divergent, Implied Fizzarolli/RoboFizz/Asmodeus | Ozzie, Food Fetish, Food Play, Hyper Cock, Excessive Precum, There's So Much, Large Cock, Cum As Food, Cum On Food, Blowjobs, Oral Sex, Thick Cum, Original Male Character(s), Mommy Kink, Fizzarolli Calls Ozzie Mommy, Ozzie Calls Himself Mommy 

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the harembots.

Summary: Breakfast for dinner was always Fizzarolli's favorite thing.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

Okay, so, I couldn’t help myself. I had to write some foodplay for this. I know I write a lot of oral sex but it’s something I’m very passionate about. At any rate, I hope someone enjoys this! I’ve been really loving writing and posting something every day, though I think that I won’t be doing Kinktober this year like I had wanted. I need a little break from doing something every day. This month blindsided me, I hadn’t heard of it until it was already day 3. I have two to go back to, and I may work on them on and off today.

Thank you, anyone reading this. I’m so happy to have any support at all, and I appreciate every one of you that give kudos, that comment, that bookmark, and subscribe to me! It makes me so happy to see others enjoying my work.

I want to give a shoutout to my darling husband, who has been editing all of this for me, usually in the same day as I finish them. He makes me laugh and smile so often and has been nothing but supportive of my writing and me doing all of these fics. I’m very happy that he’s helping me edit, it helps so much. 

30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Fic Masterlist

You’re One Big Sugar Rush

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“Olli Baby?” Ozzie asked quietly, peering into the living room through the arched doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the wall, crossing his ankles. Seeing Fizzarolli on the couch in a pile of mechanical limbs and happy, lightly purring robots warmed his heart and he clucked softly as he sashayed silently into the room. Stooping beside the leather and wood divan, he inched his fingers between his slumbering lovers, carefully prying Fizzarolli out of their arms. Really, he didn’t need to, as the sexbots glow slowly faded in and out in their different colors to indicate they were all in sleep mode.

Despite this, it felt right to be mindful of them, and both he and Fizzarolli regarded the robots as part of their relationship. They were so lifelike in ways that even Ozzie hadn’t been prepared for, and despite all of them being based on Fizzarolli, they had their own personalities. Surprisingly, provided that Ozzie was with them, even Fizzarolli didn’t mind them being in on the exclusivity on his own end. Who better to keep you company than yourself?

Ozzie was well aware, however, that sometimes they were too handsy for Olli, who struggled with his sexuality at the best of times. Apparently, right now, they were fine for cuddles and a good ol’ nap.

Fizzarolli’s head lifted slightly as he was pulled against Ozzie’s rumbling chest, and he blinked his eyes open to look up at him. A soft, questioning chirp left his lips as he was carried back towards the kitchen, and he peered out the glass door in the back of the room. It looked a lot darker outside than he expected, but it took him a few seconds to blink the sleep from his eyes to see it properly. Tipping his head into Ozzie’s chest, he yawned wide and arched his back, letting his arms and legs hang limply for a moment before they all stretched out straight while he grunted softly. Ozzie always loved watching him wiggle and move first thing in the evening, it brought such joy to him.

“Wha’ time’s it?” Olli asked groggily, and Ozzie snickered as he took him over to the table and settled him down almost in his usual spot on the bench seat; He seemed to be a little closer to the edge than normal, and he couldn’t help his squinty, confused look. 

“Just about six-thirty, Baby.” A tender smile accompanied his words that he quickly replaced with a salacious smirk, “It’s time for dinner. You and the bots were pretty crashed out so I went ahead and cooked. I thought I’d wake you up to your favorite.”

“Six-thirty?” Yawning behind his hand this time, he glanced down at his meal, eyes going a bit wide as he took in his meal. Fluffy, crispy waffles with a thick grid and deep divots met his starved gaze, fresh fruit pressed into a few of the holes. Beside it was a rather large pile of sausage links that he couldn’t help but lick his lips at when he saw them. Immediately, he knew what he was about to get and it started a deep rumbling purr in his chest. A liberal dusting of powdered sugar made a beautiful snowy scene of them, and when he finally looked up at Ozzie, his lips parted in a wide grin as he watched the other stroking himself. 

“Yeah, Baby. Thought I could give you some brinner before work. I know you love breakfast for dinner.” Or was it breakfast for breakfast? They’d woken up early, for them, that day, sometime around two PM, but Ozzie had had to lock himself in his office for the better part of the afternoon in order to work on some paperwork. That had left the Fantastic Five alone in the house, able to do whatever they wanted. 

Evidently, what they had wanted had been a nap.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmhmmmmmm, I love breakfast.” Fizzarolli moaned as his head bobbed a couple of times in an emphatic nod. Holding his plate out with both hands on the underside, he sat up a little more and wiggled in his seat. With one hand, Ozzie started at the base of his thick, already leaking cock, stroking upwards to the head and slowly tightening the circle of his fingers. A thick pearl of precum drooled from the tip and he guided it down over the other’s waffles. Smearing it absently into the sugar with his dick, he purred as he watched the other’s dinnerplate-sized eyes swallowing the sight of him with his tongue hanging out.

“Wanna clean me up a little, Olli Baby?” Ozzie barely managed to finish saying ‘Olli’ before Fizzarolli lunged forward to lick the underside of the head. Sucking the impromptu syrup off of the other’s cock, Fizzarolli moaned as his eyes rolled up a little and he set his plate aside with a soft clink, purring as he crawled up onto the table instead. 

With a happy little chirp, he took hold of Ozzie and held his dick in place as he licked up underneath the foreskin, swirling his tongue around the head with only minor difficulty. He sucked at the whole head before focusing on Ozzie’s frenulum, teasing the elastic bit of skin with his tongue. After a solid minute of teasing like this, he finally pulled back with precum smeared over his face.

“You’re a pretty mess, big guy,” Olli grinned, purring deep in his chest, “Think I oughta clean the whole damn thing.”

“Your breakfast first, Baby.” Ozzie reminded him, “Eat your breakfast and I’ll give you whatever you want after that.”

“I want it now, though.” The pout on the imp’s face usually melted Ozzie on the spot, but he wouldn’t let himself become mushy goo over his lover wanting to blow him.

“Then you better eat your damn brinner, Olli. You’ll need the strength for me and work tonight. We only have two and a half hours.” Ozzie reminded him, “You can be a cum slut all you want once you’re finished.” 

“I…” Frustrated, Olli let out an irritable sigh, crossing his arms over his chest, “Keep touching yourself, then. I want some of the good stuff, too.”

Ozzie’s grin was lopsided and salacious when he looked down his nose at his lover, and he nodded, his hands returning to his dick as he rolled his hips forward, watching Olli dig into his waffles.

“That’s it, Baby, be good and Mommy’ll give you what you want.”

Olli had never inhaled his breakfast so fast in his life.

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AN: Well, naturally I needed something smutty and fluff to get me out of the sad mood of the last fic. I’m pretty happy with this one, I think it’s good even if it’s short. Length isn’t something I’m concerned about, as I usually just let the muse take me somewhere on its own. At any rate, I had a lot of fun writing this, I love doing dirty little vignettes very much.

Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 21 - Dinner