#sorry if my reply wasn't too long🙈

[spacexseven]

sorry for the late reply! And to answer some of your questions in the tags, it’s actually all three. A “final girl” is a basically a trope that means a character (usually protagonist) that is “pure, feminine, and the victim” during a horror film. They’re usually a victim of chance or have a distant past connection to the killer. Be it their intelligence, connection, or simply pure luck, the final girl is able to avoid death until the end where: 1) they survive to the end and defeat their killer 2) they escape or 3) they die regardless. I was thinking of killer! yan bsd, but I was also intrigued with a victim/final girl! bsd. An example of an idea that’s currently plaguing my mind is Final Girl! Nikolai. I liked the idea of a serial killer targeting magician/or whimsical (maybe ability users) people and choosing nikolai as target. cat and mouse chase, and they end getting the drop on him (how? idk). Its kinda a slow burn horror, but regardless nikolai fights back. this is a gist and example. Tuna, i’m so sorry about throwing this ramble dump at you. 🙈 this is just an idea, nothing you actually have to do. im just happy sharing this with you - 🦄

ahahahaha....there was a lot i had to say about this, but i kept it as brief as i could because i Might...might do a series/oneshot w this au. Maybe </3 thank you for sharing this gem of an idea i am very excited to dig in nomnomnom. tagged under 'sk reader au 🐟'

gn! reader, is a serial killer & implied to have an ability that can 'collect' other abilities. can be read as a yandere reader.

cw: stalking, murder, violence

ability users are fascinating little things.

especially when they try everything in their power to stay alive. it's a wonderful sight, to see those that always stood above regular people, to see those regarded as gifted, desperately attempt to survive. there was something intoxicating about holding power above the same ability users that were feared by all.

but your interest was less in the users and more in the ability itself.

there was a lot you hoped to learn about abilities, regardless of the type. there must be a reason as to why some were sentient, why some were so much more powerful than others, why some were uncontrollable, and the best way to learn, was of course, through the ability itself. you were willing to do anything to satisfy your curiousity, even if it meant the user had to die for their abilities to join your collection.

you had fond memories with all of them; flawless made for an exhilarating fight, always a step ahead until you sunk your claws into the frightened figure of a dark-eyed ability user, rashōmon was unique, the dark mass almost besting you, but, in the end, you stood victorious over a sickly body—even if you hadn't gone after it, this was an ability that wasn't meant to survive for long, and you liked to think that it was for the best that it joined you instead of disappearing with its user. and of course, discourse on decadence was unforgettable. you remembered it belonged to some goverment agent who was hot on your trail—it was the closest anyone came to stopping you—and your most recent kill.

usually, you didn't like picking favorites. each ability was fascinating and unique in its own way, but it was undeniable that one in particular stood out to you.

the overcoat was an interesting ability. at first sight, it appeared quite simple, but you had viewed it in action too many times to know just how frightening it was. how easy it was to turn it into a lethal weapon—to reach in and twist out a limb or to drain out the blood from a vein. the seemingly unlimited potential of the ability, however, was only one of the aspects that intrigued you.

generally, you've never cared for the users as much as you did their abilities. while you enjoyed the brutal torture you made them suffer, and you liked hunting them down, they always came secondary to their abilities. you didn't care to know their names or their personal stories. despite all that, a name—nikolai gogol—had made his way on your list of targets, scrawled next to his ability.

it'd only take you a minute to identify nikolai in a sea of people.

whether he had the scar over his eye showing or hidden, whether he was wearing glasses or colored contacts, no matter what wig he wore or how ordinary he tried to look, you would immediately be able to point him out. no disguise, no false identity could hide him from you—you know this because he's tried, many times now, to fool you. but you've always known it was him, from the slightest strain of his voice when disguised, the unsettling blankness in his gaze when he looked at you, the subtle upturn of his lips when he approached you. you knew it was him from the way he titled his head when asking you a question, the way he said your name, and even the syllables he stressed when he spoke.

he approached you first as a police officer, then as a detective, a local politician, and even an assassin. You had already noted down each encounter you had with him, the details of each false identity, and what you had learned from it. it was a feat in itself that nikolai had survived so many encounters with you. perhaps it was because of your growing obsession with him,

(somehow, you always knew that your last victim would be nikolai. he'd be a fitting end for your legacy, as the ability user who had been watching you from the very start. the only ability user you could see as more than a shell for his powers. the only one who escaped you once.)

initially, you believed that nikolai followed you around for self-driven justice, to punish you for your crimes. (the policeman getup convinced you of that much), but instead of lunging at you, he watched, enraptured, as you stole the perfect crime, and he followed you closely as you stalked the user of falling camellia, doing nothing to stop you either time. and every time after that, be it walking past him in the busy streets of yokohama or meeting him as your taxi driver, nikolai had yet to try and expose your crimes and exact revenge. he never held a blade up to your throat, never used the very frightening ability of his on you.

his passivity, however, did nothing to quench your bloodthirst.

it was you who attacked him first.

you're no stranger to hunting down your prey. it was something you anticipated now, the sound of footsteps making their way around corners, the sight of shaking shoulders and trembling hands as they hid behind walls, the way fear consumed them when you finally cornered them; you relished in the hunt as much as you did the result.

nikolai doesn't make it much of a hunt. he's quick, with his coat fluttering around him. his footsteps, you remember, are light and quick, his breathing staggered as he laughed wildly. he snatches up your gun with a hand through his coat, and shoots blindly. there is despair consuming his mind, no panic climbing up his spine. his heart rate accelerates not out of fear, but out of thrill, and he looks at you with unrestrained elation. this was no hunt, nikolai wasn't hiding from you—this was a chase. just as you approached a dead end, and you think you can finally, finally, shove him into a corner, nikolai turns to smile at you one last time, before disappearing into a flurry of his coat. as you stand alone, a dark glove laid on the floor ahead of you catches your attention; his glove might have caught on a jagged end and fallen, you think. after cleaning up his mess, you silently pocket it, still haunted by that uninhibited look and that devilish grin.

nikolai is everywhere after that, taunting you.

he sits across you from the train, he takes your order in a restaurant, he applauds you from a distance, after watching you drag away yet another body, congratulating you on another successful kill.

"next time," he smiles at you, all coy and enticing, "i hope it's me."

you hope so too, but you don't let him have the pleasure of knowing that. the scowl on your blood-streaked face sends him spinning away in giggles.

it wasn't the next time, but after a few more dead bodies and many more warnings about your work are played on the news, you meet nikolai again. nikolai gogol is no easy prey, but you're not one to be bested twice. this time, you don't let him run. you're finally on top of him, blood pooling out of where your knife was stuck in his thigh, his coat ripped off him and abandoned somewhere else. it would be so easy to kill him now, so easy to watch him bleed out and claim his ability as yours, but for the first time, you hesitated on delivering the killing blow.

this time, it's not the ability you're after, is it?

[samieree]

Jealous Heimdall x Reader (Request)

I'm sorry you had to wait so long 😣🙈 But I hope that you're gonna like it! 💗

Request: Can you do a smut one where heimdall gets jealous and decides to breed you?

!MATURE CONTENT! !MINORS DNI!

“Who was it?”

You had barely time to sit back in the armchair after a hard, busy day, when Heimdall came into the room with a clear grudge in his voice. You sighed heavily, turning in your chair to look at him.

“You mean the nice boy who gave me a seat in the mead hall, or the one who went to refill my tea?”

“I didn't know about the second one, but now I know, thanks.” You rolled your eyes. There, before you stood Heimdall, with his usual envy. It doesn't matter that you're married, he acts the same as when you weren't even together. “So?” He moved closer and leaned over you. “Who was it?”

“How do I know? I don't ask the name of every person who looks at me.” You shrugged, resting your head against the back of the chair and closing your eyes. But not for long.

“You should.” You opened your eyes as you felt him tap you on the shoulder.

“Why? So you can stalk them later?”

You already knew how it would end. Once one of the dwarves made you sad, and not even on purpose, later it turned out that you misunderstood his words... But it was enough that you felt sad for a moment, a few tears fell, soaked into your beloved's shirt, and that he knew exactly by whom you felt like that...

Now the dwarves don’t speak to you anymore, except honorifics. You didn't know what he did or said to them, but something that shut them up forever.

A similar situation happened with a certain Asgardian. He accidentally bumped into you and you dropped your coat in the mud. You didn't make a big deal out of it because all you had to do was wash it. You even refused that boy when he offered to wash it himself. You were surprised when you put your coat away for a while at home to take care of it later, and when you came back, it was gone. And the next day that boy knocked on your door, clearly very stressed, and handed you a cleaned coat.

Okay, this is where Heimdall might have gotten a little nervous because the coat was a gift from him, but come on, it was just a mud stain.

“I'm not stalking anyone.” You raised an eyebrow, looking at him carefully. His expression remained the same, questioning. He was still waiting for you to give him a name.

“Dwarves don't talk to me anymore. Only with Thor and Baldur I can talk freely, although it happens that you peek from the side anyway. Yes, I have eyes and I can see it.” He wasn't too surprised that you knew he was following you from time to time. But only sometimes! At least that's what he says. “And I have enough of your jealousy.”

“I'm not jealous!” He stopped leaning over you. He straightened up completely, folded his arms over his chest, and his face was filled with the typical expression of an 'offended' boy.

You had to fight with yourself not to laugh at your husband's attitude. He was a master at playing a pissed-off  teenager. In fact, he played this role brilliantly throughout his whole life.

“Then how do you explain?” You asked with a slight smile on your face. The situation was slowly starting to amuse you, not to annoy you.

“I just…” He paused. He didn't know how else to explain it. He was silent for a few moments, looking at you out of the corner of his eye before continuing. “I don't like to see anyone thinking they can get close to you. Too close.”

“So you're jealous.” You replied, barely holding back a laugh, which he noticed.

Suddenly he leaned over you again, but this time your faces were very close and he was studying you intensely. His purple eyes stared into yours and you immediately stopped laughing, now you just stared at each other and you wondered what he had come up with.

“Maybe I should make it clear to everyone that you're mine?” You felt a blush spread across your face as you heard those words. Spoken softly, in a gentle tone, coupled with the touch of a hand on your thigh. “Would you like this…?” His lips brushed yours, clearly teasing you. “Walking around with my baby in your belly so everyone knows they have no chance…?” He placed his free hand under your chin and lifted it up slightly, kissing you.

You didn't have to answer with words, just returned the kiss, deepening it.

Would you like to have a child with him? You never thought much about it, because neither of you brought up the subject. But the child, being part of you and part of him... Maybe even with his shining eyes... You'd like to see that. You would like to see how he holds your child in his arms, how he braids its hair when it grows up a bit...

You let yourself be lifted from the chair and moved to the bed for comfort. You felt his hands at the bottom of your shirt, lifting the clothes up and finally over your head and landing somewhere on the floor. You felt warm kisses on your lips and elsewhere on your face as he quickly stripped you of your clothes.

He was thrilled by the thought that you wanted to have a child with him. He was thrilled with every kiss you gave back. He was excited by every touch he felt, first through his clothes and then on his bare skin. No matter how many times your hands are on his body, he enjoys it just as much each time.

He loves kissing your perfect lips, being naked in bed with you, watching and feeling your body respond to his touch. He loves to hear the moans that escape your mouth as he kisses and licks your breasts as he does now.

Teasing you is one of his favourite pastimes, as he often waits for the moment when you start asking him for more so he can finally touch you where you want it most.

On the other hand, he struggles with himself, feeling your hands in his hair or nails digging into his arms or back.

“That's what you want?” He whispered the question in your ear, playing at your entrance.

You nodded, moving your hips, wanting to touch him harder, to feel him against your womanhood. You waited for a while, hoping that he would take pity on you. But no, you had to say it. Beg him.

“Please…” You moaned underneath him, turning to his face by your ear and kissing him. You had to wait a while for the answer, when you were kissing deeply, with tongues. 

“How could I refuse such a beautiful woman who needs my help?” You finally felt it. You felt him inside you and a shiver ran through your body.

It was a wonderful feeling of the perfectly fitting bodies. When your movements synchronized, when each thrust released a moan of pleasure. Every moment that passed in this state was filled with pleasure and completely unique. Every kiss, every touch, every single element that made up the whole was significant and pleasant.

When you both felt that you were close to the end and it was getting harder and harder to endure, but at the same time there was even more motivation to see it through. The movements were faster and stronger, the breaths shorter and shallower, until all the tension gathering in the bodies found a way out, flooding you with a wave of pleasure.

Breathing heavily, Heimdall rolled onto his side, one arm behind his head.

“You scratched me again.” He said as he caught his breath, looking at you meaningfully.

“Your clothes cover your entire back, so I don't see any problem.” You replied with a slight smile, moving closer to him and resting your head on his chest. You closed your eyes, remembering the fresh moments you had with him.

“You don't think it's over, do you?” He put his finger under your chin to make you look at him. “I won't stop until I'm sure you're carrying my child.”

Oh, you had no doubts about that.

~Author's note~

I don't know what to think about all those smuts I have written 🙈 I feel like I'm still not brave enough to use strong words 🤷‍♂️ But what do you think?

-> general masterlist -> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist

@izzy-star1223 It was for you If I remember correctly 💖

[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 22

Author's note: I have no idea about heart issues, so I don't know if what is explained in this chapter makes any sense. Same with June's injury. So if there is someone reading this story who knows about medicine... I'm sorry 🙈 Remember that this is fiction 😅

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"Here you go."

"Thank you" June said, taking the small cup of coffee Mason was giving her.

"Isn't it taking them too long?" he said, sitting down next to her.

"I don't know. I guess they want to run all the tests they can to make sure they know what happened."

"That I scared him and gave him a heart attack. That's what happened."

"Mason, it wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was" he said, resting his head against the wall. "You said it yourself, I scared the hell out of you. Imagine how he must have felt."

"If what happened was your fault, then it also was mine."

"What? How?"

"We were kissing. I could feel my heart beating against my chest like crazy, so I guess his was going through something similar too. Then you add the scare and…" June shrugged.

"His best friend and the girl he loves giving him a heart attack. Great" Mason sighed.

"He doesn't love me."

"Oh, c'mon June" Mason said, rolling his eyes.

"What?"

"Chilly loves you and you love him."

"I…"

"Don't you dare saying that you don't, because after what happened today, you can't keep denying it. I saw you, June. I saw the way you reacted when he fainted, the fear in your eyes. I still don't know how I managed to make you stop crying and shaking" he chuckled.

"He's my friend" June replied, playing with the plastic cup in her hands.

"And you love him. But not in the way you love Lauren and Vittoria. You love him in the way I wished you had loved me."

"You what?"

"I fell in love with you, June. Head over heels. I only told you I had feelings for you because if I told you how I was truly feeling, I knew I would scare you off. Though little did I know…"

"I'm sorry. But I…"

"I know. It's ok" Mason said, taking her hand on his. 

"Do you still…"

"Love you? No, I don't. I think I needed you to break my heart and make me hate you to finally move on and let you go."

"I'm so sorry, Mase. I shouldn't have lied to you about Ben and then used you to try and forget about him and everything that was happening between us. It was stupid and the only thing I did was hurt the three of us and ruin your friendship."

"You didn't ruin anything. Though it was close" Mason chuckled. 

"I'm sorry. But I just… I…"

"You freaked out."

"Big time, yes" June sighed. "Because I care about him, you know? Like, I truly do." 

"I know" he said, giving her hand an encouraging squeeze. 

"And I don't want to keep running away every time I start feeling something for someone, every time I have a chance to finally be happy and leave my past behind. I don't want to run away from him, Mason. From what I feel for him."

"Then don't."

"Easier said than done" she snorted.

"You could start by telling him what you just told me."

"I could, yeah…"

"Mason!"

"Mrs. Chilwell" he said, quickly getting up.

"Where is he? What happened?"

"We aren't sure yet, the doctors haven't told us anything. He started to feel unwell at Cobham and fainted."

"We?"

"Yes. June was with us when everything happened."

"Hello, Mrs. Chilwell" she said, her eyes fixed on her now empty cup.

"You are June Maxwell, right?" 

"Yes" she nodded.

"I'm sorry about the things Benny has said about you. It isn't the first time he behaves like that when he fancies a girl."

"Family of Benjamin Chilwell?" a doctor called, not allowing June to process what Ben's mum had just said.

"Here, I'm his mother" she said. "How is he, what happened?"

"Is it ok if we discuss it in front of them?" the doctor said, looking from Mason to June.

"They are his friends, it's ok."

"Alright, then. Benjamin had a little scare, but nothing serious. It was expected."

"Expected? What do you mean?"

"He stopped taking his pills after Christmas."

"What?" Mrs. Chilwell said.

"He didn't tell you?"

"He didn't, no. Did he tell you anything?" she asked Mason and June.

"No" they replied.

"Well, we decided to stop because he wasn't needing them anymore. His last tests were perfect, the best he had had since he was diagnosed."

"The best?"

"Indeed, Mrs. Chilwell. He has been changing some things in his life and they've been doing wonders for his health. He's apparently started to cook for himself and eat healthier, going for walks besides her usual gym routines, staying at home instead of going out to party… He's living a more chilled life, and that was what his heart needed."

"Chilly chilling" Mason chuckled.

"Exactly" the doctor smiled. 

"Then what happened today…" June dared to ask.

"That was a side effect from not taking the pills anymore. He told me that lately he had been feeling a bit dizzy, and today it hit him a bit stronger."

"Then it wasn't related to me scaring him?" Mason asked.

"It wasn't, but it didn't help" the doctor laughed. 

"So he is ok. It isn't anything serious."

"He is perfect, Mrs. Chilwell. You don't have to worry."

"Thank God" she sighed. "Can I see him?"

"Of course. If you'll follow me…"

"Thank you" she said. "And guys, you can go home and rest. Especially you, June. I know you are recovering from a serious injury. I promise I'll keep you updated."

"Thank you, Mrs. Chilwell" Mason said.

"No, thank you. Both of you. I know how much you care about my Benny and I am very thankful" she smiled. "Now I'm gonna scold that son of mine for not keeping me updated about his health."

"Don't be too harsh on him, Mrs. Chilwell" Mason chuckled.

"Just a bit. Then I'll cover him in hugs and kisses while he complains" she laughed. "Anyway, I better go. It was lovely seeing you again, Mase."

"You too" he smiled.

"And I'm glad I finally got to meet you, June. Let's hope next time we do it in better circumstances."

"Yes" she said with a shy smile.

"Well, your mother-in-law loves you, and that isn't easy. Congratulations, Maxwell" Mason said once Mrs. Chilwell was gone.

"Shut up" she replied, hitting his arm. 

"Sorry, sorry" he laughed. "Let's go home, I could do with a nap."

"Same" June sighed, the weight she had been feeling on her chest since Ben collapsed finally leaving her.

[arminsumi]

let’s ignore how i’m flooding your inbox with requests 😭😭

buttttt, childhood bestie armin who’s watching you get ready to marry someone else, even though he’s always had a crush on you and you’ve secretly always had a crush on him even now, when you’re suppose to marry someone else. and you & armin finally confess your feelings for each other either before the wedding or when they say “does anyone object” or whatever is said 😭

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Be mine instead

Armin x fem!reader ♪

Overview; Armin makes a very late confession and last-minute objection at your wedding

Content; fluff, a little angst

Warnings; a little infidelity, kissing, cheesy and kinda romcom-y 🙈

Note; this request... THIS REQUEST!! 💕you needn't apologize, i'm screaming over this idea i hope u like what i made out of it

He knows you're nervous; it's written all over your face, it's clear in the way you obsessively straighten out your white bridal gown over and over again.

No one else has analyzed your pretty face as much as he has; he knows the meaning behind your every subtle expression. the subtle pinching of your brows when you look in the mirror at your reflection, the curling of your lips, the creasing of your eyes.

what a beautiful bride...

He hid his regret and sadness so poorly. Even someone as oblivious as you could see the prominent sad corners of his eyes becoming more weighted as he admired your gown.

"You're beautiful..." he said, something caught in his throat.

"I'm so nervous, I can't think." you responded anxiously, straightening out your gown again. "I feel strange... I don't know. Isn't it strange? It feels like just yesterday Eren was introducing you to me, and now you're here watching me get married. Where did all that time go?"

Armin chuckled softly and shrugged. "Time flies when you're having fun." he said, fully aware how cliché his line was. "And I'm glad we had a lot of fun while we could."

"Oh Armin, don't put it like that! You make it sound like once I get married, we won't be able to have fun together anymore."

"Sorry... I know we'll still have fun, but..." he trailed off, looking away from you. "But we won't have the same closeness as we do now. I mean, the fact of the matter is, you're going to be married. we can't be the... slightly crazy best friends who go ghost hunting in abandoned buildings... or who run down the beach pretending to be newly weds... remember that? When we were eighteen and made that spontaneous road trip?"

Armin began rambling, rubbing the back of his neck, choking up. There was clearly a lot of emotional turmoil in his chest, you could hear it in his voice and in the words he chose and the topics he brought up.

If you leave armin to ramble, he very quickly begins reminiscing on the past.

"I remember having a big, big crush on you in high school." he admitted.

"Oh really?" you looked at him curiously, the mood tinged with sadness.

"Yeah, I had a crush on you for so long, too. Remember when I asked you over to help me with learning how to speak English?" he asked, looking at you, and you hummed with a nod in reply. "Well" he continued, "Really, at that point, I wasn't struggling anymore to articulate myself, I just wanted an excuse to invite you over to my dorm more often."

"I had a suspicion!" you laughed in response to what he had just told you, "You know, because sometimes you'd say something very clearly like a native speaker when we were around friends, but then when I came over to help teach you, it felt like your English level mysteriously lowered."

"Yeah..." Armin chuckled, fixing his eyes at his shoes. They were polished to perfection.

Standing there in his neat suit, his mind raced. His heart pounded. there were unsaid things between you and him. That was clear to both of you for a long time.

"I think I fell a little bit in love."

You looked at him. Why, you asked yourself in the far back of your mind, oh why did he only get around to admitting to this now?

"I did as well." you said.

He looked at you and gave you a sad, faltering smile.

It was silent. Neither of you talked. But your emotions weren't silent at all; you could feel the amorous truths floating in the air between you and armin.

"I still love you." he said stupidly. Dumbly. Ridiculously. What a true idiot, confessing at the last minute.

Now he really went ahead and said something stupid. I love you. at your wedding.

You looked at him until tears slowly pricked at the corners of your eyes. "Armin, what are you saying?"

He heaved a watery sigh. "I'm selfish," he began, speaking in that languid yet melancholic yet sensual voice that only Armin could speak in, "I should only want you to be happy, but really all I truly want is to steal you away before you exchange your vows."

"Armin!" you pinched your brows together, nearly crying. "You can't be saying this... not right now."

"I'm sorry." he mumbled, "I'm sorry... I'm just in a strange mood... this is all feels surreal."

He almost wanted to admit that he wished you weren't getting married. Hell, he almost wanted to get on his knees to beg for your hand in marriage instead.

But he didn't do such things. No, he did something far more bizarre, and pressed a deliciously fervent kiss on your lips.

His one hand pulled you in close by the back of the head, while his other hand came to hold the waist of your bridal gown, delicate fingers feeling over delicate lace and silk.

After a moment of shock from feeling your best friend's lips, you melted right into his kiss. His embrace. His whole feeling. What an engulfing feeling he always had, it's no wonder you fell for him in the first place, and no wonder why you can't fully let him go even on your wedding day.

"Armin..." you mumbled after breaking from the kiss. You were surprised by his actions, by your reciprocation – you barely hesitated to kiss him back and that made armin's heart sing.

He looked at you like he was about to ask something. His hands held yours as you kept your palms flat against his chest.

But the two of you broke away the instant you heard someone's footsteps come to the door of the dressing room. There was a knock. It was time to get things going.

Outside, people were beginning to look around and wonder where the bride was. They'd been sat for some time now, watching your fiancé searchingly crane his neck around.

Though you and armin pretended nothing happened, your ragged breaths and tingling lips told a different story.

Armin took a seat and traced his fingertips over his lips.

Your wedding day was going so fast that it spooked him. He felt like he had to do something before it was too late. It felt like you were slipping through his fingers and he didn't want that. He wanted you right there in his hands.

But you were already stood under the wedding arch in the warm afternoon light with your hands being held by your fiancé.

Armin anxiously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt.

He heard them say the line he was waiting for, "if anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Now, if saying i love you wasn't wild enough of a thing to do at your best friend's wedding, then standing up and yelling "I object!" certainly was.

All eyes were on him; your blond best friend that everyone in the room knew very well. To see him shoot up out of his seat like that and practically scream his objection to your marriage was absurd. Comical. Something out of a romcom.

"I object... because..." he gulped and stopped talking for a moment.

You looked at him tearfully behind your veil. "Armin...?"

Hearing you call his name... oh to hell with it, he thought.

"I object because i'm selfish!" he nearly yelled.

The guests didn't know what to make of this situation. They felt awkward, except for your true friends. They were nearly splitting from holding in their laughter.

"Armin, what are you doing?" you asked, staring at him with wide-blown eyes of surprise.

He just continued madly, "I love her, and I can love her better than you." he directed boldly at your fiancé. "and she's loved me, and still loves me."

Oh the reactions of the people sat in the rows. How beautifully comical some of their expressions were, their faces seemed to ask what did he just say??

"Y/n," Armin continued, after taking a shaky breath, "Please, I'll beg you if I have to, be mine instead."

You looked at him incredulously. What the hell were you supposed to do? In this bizarre, romcom-like situation, it was a genuine question on your mind. Truly, what were you supposed to do or say in response to your best friend asking that at your wedding?

Well the only answer was to respond in the most bizarre, romcom-like way possible.

You very dramatically threw down the flowers you were holding, they thudded to the ground with a rustle, and you grabbed a fistful of your gown before dashing down the steps and running away from the wedding arch, leaving your fiancé to stand there, befuddled and shocked.

You decided to live your truth.

And your truth was that even after meeting another lover, none proved to be a greater lover than the boy you knew like the back of your hand.

The blond. The one with the bright eyes that intimidated you when you first met him. The one who used to say awkward jokes through his braces at fifteen. The sweetheart who was there at your lonely birthday parties throughout the years. An angel who held your hand through every sharp turn in your life up until this pivotal moment, this insane decision, this wild U-turn that you made.

"Let's go." you said and gave Armin your hand.

His eyes said it all. They were glittering in disbelief.

You threw a apologetic smile back at your fiancé. "Sorry." you mumbled half-heartedly. "I hope you'll find someone who's right for you. But that person isn't me!"

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Thank you! I was so pissed at the end of Last Twilight and you nailed it in your post!

The number of times I swore at the last two episodes. I'm so angry, as a person with a disability, so pissed. I'm pissed at all of it, but that part engages me. So much that I'm having a hard time saying anything smart. They did such a good job at so many things but those last two chapters were so upsetting on so many levels.

We can be happy, content, and satisfied in our lives, with a disability. We don't have to be "cured". I understand it's what Day wanted but, it made the whole show fall down and feel empty and pointless.

And the whole relationship stuff at the end was so pointless and not well written in my opinion. Most of it made no sense. You said it perfectly in your post. All of it. So thank you. 💜

Hi Anon!

I wanted to answer this a long time ago. I am very sorry it took me so long 🌼

I saw so many different posts about the ending and of course some of them were really praising and loving the ending (which is totally fine for me by the way). At some point I was unsure, if my words were too harsh. I mean, I love critical reviews about stuff, also about stuff I enjoy and love, but I still was thinking if I was too critical. This here, this ask made me realise that it wasn't too harsh and even if there were just you and me, who think this way, it is a valid opinion. Thank you so much for reaching out!

I couldn't go back to Last Twilight til now. I still feel a pain in the heart thinking about the ending. I loved the series so much, but with every comment, with every thought about how much Mhok was giving up for Day, to make him happy, without Day considering Mhok's feelings and their value, it just hurt. And I still feel pain thinking about the lost message, the fact, that Day couldn't see himself as "normal" or "whole" without his eye-sight. I guess it was the fact, that is wasn't talked about anymore. We saw him thriving and having a fullfilled life without the ability to see. And it looked as if he was happy. I guess it would be helpful if we could have seen a discussion about this whole eye donation thing, to understand that this is still something he was going for. But the better message in the end would have been, if he could be thriving without this surgery.

And it could have helped if we could have seen Mhok's journey in those three years? Does he overcome his trauma? Would he become this dependent again? Does he made friends? Could he live his life to the fullest? What was he thinking? How many times did he reach out to Day and never got a reply, never got anything in return? Why did he choose to go after him, after all this time and after all the hurt? How did he overcome the hurt? And how did he manage to forgive him. And why the fuck did he need to thank Day for the heartbreak and pain he were going through? How the fuck could he thank him for choosing for him, without talking with him, without considering that Mhok has an own opinion and is his own person with his own thoughts and backstory? How the fuck? ... Guess I am still angry...

There was so much pontential and they just blew it.

I didn't want to rant again 😅🙈 Sorry!

Thank you so much for reaching out and telling me about your thoughts! 🤍

[musette22]

Hello you lovely folks!! A little update from me, after going AWOL for a little while 🙈 I am finally on my way back home from my UK road trip, which was only 12 days but felt like three weeks at the very least... We did SO much, and it was all incredible, and I consider myself a seriously blessed girl 💖

A quick recap, just because: we flew to Liverpool, rented a car there the next day and drove to Wales, saw incredible castles, beaches & mountains and met unbelievably lovely people (and stopped by the village with one of the longest names in the world, in Anglesey, see above pic). Then we spent some time reconnecting with the city in South Wales where we all met each other during an exchange semester 12 years ago (it was strange to be back there, but also really wonderful), before driving to England, where we stayed at THE most picture-perfect cottage in the Cotswolds. This wasn't my first time in the Cotswolds, but this time around we managed to tour so many of the amazingly cute & pretty villages, and on top of that, the weather was absolutely stunning ☀️✨️🥰

After that, we drove on to Oxford (my fave city in the UK, hands down ❤️) where we all also lived for some time about a decade ago, and then finally, we headed to London. I got to see a lot of old friends, art exhibitions, a musical (Moulin Rouge! so much fun), picnicked on Hampstead Heath, and - most importantly - I saw my favourite band of all time, Arctic Monkeys, perform again for the 7th time and they were absolutely INCREDIBLE 😍 So of course, when I walked out of the stadium, I turned to my friends and was like "You know what I want?" And they were like "Yes, we'll come with you to get an AM tattoo" (they know me too well 😂) So I dropped by a tattoo parlour the next day and got myself a cheeky little tribute to my fave song of my fave band and I could not be happier with it 🥰🥰 (pic under the cut, if anyone's interested)

So! That was my amazingly fantastic vacation which I enjoyed the crap out of, and I'm sure I'll be spamming you all with some pics over the next few days because oh man, I took so many photos 😅 Not super thrilled to be back at work tomorrow, but I am excited to be able to spend time on here and on my writing again!! (and reply to some messages, long overdue, sorry about that!)

I really hope everyone is doing super great and I'm sending bunches of love and kisses! 💋💕😘

[enden-agolor]

Just skimmed Chapter 14 of your Recovery fanfic and..wow, I have never seen someone write such well-written, squeal-inducing, professional smut before. Good job :0 🤌❤️❤️❤️

Oh gosh 🙈

Okay, I don't usually answer these here, but since I've received a few recently, I'll discuss it a little bit. Sorry this is going to be long, I just want to cover a few things.

Firstly, thank you. I'm glad you find it enjoyable! I do write this stuff "professionally", or so I like to think, on the side, and this fic is the first time I have ever had the confidence to post it publicly. I'll admit, I never ever expected so many people to read it, let alone make fanart of it. I was kind of at that point where I genuinely thought the fandom was dead and was like ehh nobodies gonna read this.

...Boy, was I wrong. 🧍‍♂️

I've received quite a few asks regarding this subject, from compliments to genuine questions, and I'm usually way too shy or embarrassed to reply to them. Not gonna lie, I am so embarrassed whenever I look back on this fic, no matter how many people reassure me and tell me it's good. I can't think about it without cringing (makes it very hard to keep updating).

I did get one ask that I recently deleted (me thinking I wasn't going to respond), that basically asked along the lines of what inspired me to write this? And... honestly? Whenever I get into a new ship, I always go straight to ao3 rubbing my nasty little hands together looking for the good shit, but with jesskas?? I was shocked and appalled to find almost nothing but toxic, disgusting, just... horrible things of them. I was fucking devastated, especially because these characters are so genuinely so sweet and caring towards one another in game, and it's one of those ships that may as well be canon.

That's when I was like... okay. I'm not letting this slide. I picked up one of my favorite tropes (injury recovery) and decided to hell with it, I'll write a good, smut fic that has build up, pining, world building, etc. Most of all, I was so excited to write their relationship happy, healthy, emotional, and so loving. I love smut with deep-rooted emotional connection and passion. I love to write all the juciy details, but make it realistic, healthy, and happy along the way. These characters deserve it. I could not BELIEVE the shit in the jesskas tag. Some people need serious help. Anyways, most of all I also wanted to put a lot of effort into the smut because I wasn't sure I'd ever write this sort of thing for them, let alone post this sort of stuff publicly ever again. So, I wanted it to be as revisitable as possible.

Anyways, again, thank you. It's always relieving to hear someone enjoys it. And uh. If you thought chapter 14 was bad, good fucking luck with the rest of the fic dude. 🤪

[sketch-guardian]

Awkward noodle friend!

First of all I'd also like to publicly announce that your OCs are so cool and I'm loving all the little puzzle pieces of information we're currently getting on your blog 👌✨

And then I'd also have a question about them! How are their relationships with the cannon obey me characters? Are some of them good friends, or absolute rivals, maybe?

Oh, and also with Camy, of course! I wouldn't ever forget my precious shy bean, don't you worry 💕

(I really really hope this hasn't been asked before, if so I'd love to see the post about it ☺️)

Impacciata amica spaghetto!

I'm so sorry about seeing your ask just now,I apologize😥I hope I haven't kept you waiting for too long🙈also thank you for the compliments on my OCs😳you're too kind☺💜

Regarding your question,I think I've already been asked a similar question in an old post of mine🤔it should be this one if you're interested:

still,I don't mind specifying some more information about their relationships with the canon characters✨even with Camy this time, since I've never written anything about that (you're so sweet Koni😭💖thank you for thinking about my MC too🙈💜I wasn't expecting that-)

This will be long,so in this post I will write for the Seven Brothers and MC only,I hope that's okay😥if you want to know RAD classmates relationships with the Now Dateables and the New Characters too,you can sent another ask if you're interested🙈now let's get started!

HOW ARE RAD CLASSMATES'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE CANON OBEY ME CAST?

HOUSE OF LAMENTATION

-Lucifer

Demya honestly doesn't like Lucifer very much and even if she tries to hide it behind a cheeky behavior,his presence makes her a little anxious. The punishments Lucifer's quite famous for bring back bad memories of her childhood spent in a freak show in the human world,so when she gets in trouble,she tends to avoid him as best as she can. He's too strict for Demya's tastes and she almost feels sorry for his brothers and for MC

Domnra seems pretty indifferent towards Lucifer,but he's actually slightly jealous of the authority he manages to impose without effort and the fact that he seems to be perfect at everything,which Domnra never was,not even when he was still an angel. Mobim on the other hand is intimidated by Lucifer,even if it doesn't often have a reason to be,since it is a kind and quiet creature. Mobim usually hides behind Domnra when Lucifer approaches,especially if he seems angry

Azul doesn't mind teasing Lucifer and it honestly makes everyone think he has a death wish,but the thing is that Azul doesn't care about the consequences. He knows that as long as he doesn't do anything extreme, the most he can get is a warning and still, he knows he's more than capable of escaping if that was the case. He also has no problem admitting that Lucifer is attractive,Azul just has no shame

Zuri respects Lucifer and his position,she considers him a decent leader and appreciates independent people like herself. In fact among the RAD classmates,excluding Azul who occasionally disturbs the demon,Zuri's probably the closest to Lucifer,the only one who can be considered "friend" of the eldest brother. Their conversations consist mostly of small talk about work or complaining about being often surrounded by idiots,all the while sharing a bottle of Demonus or a cup of tea,like two stressed parents

Odon likes Lucifer,even if according to them,he should try to smile a little more. They're sure that like all demons,angels and humans,he too would have a nice smile,everyone is special in their own way and he shouldn't fear to show himself more for what he is and not for the role he has to play. Odon would like to make friends with everyone,however they sensed that Lucifer doesn't trust an ancient and mysterious demon like themselves,so as much as it hurts them,they try to keep their distance. If Lucifer ever changed his mind,Odon wouldn't mind sharing a cup of tea with him

-Mammon

Demya thinks Mammon is cool and several times they found themselves scamming people together to get what they wanted, in fact they gave each other a hand occasionally. For example, if Demya attracted rich people with her beauty, making them shell out a lot of money and then leave them empty-handed, Mammon made sure to get as many meat dishes as possible for her. After all, Demya doesn't really care about money, it's just an added bonus, so she doesn't mind making this kind of trade. Also it isn't uncommon to see her teasing Mammon about his crush on MC, as she has noticed that the demon becomes much more shy and awkward in their presence, she thinks that's funny

Domnra isn't very close to Mammon,the most he has done with the demon is a few chats during gym class at RAD. However Domnra doesn't seem hostile towards him,despite how shoert-tempered he is,and for a good reason. Once Mobim had wandered off in search for flowers and Domnra went looking for it,it wouldn't have taken long with their bond after all,but what surprised him was seeing Mammon comforting a sad Mobim in a voice one would use with a kitten. Once in the open,both demons were embarrassed and promised never to talk about the accident again,but considering that other demons would have hurt Mobim instead without thinking twice,Domnra can't help feeling a touch of respect towards Mammon

Azul is a little bastard and loves to scare Mammon by randomly appearing through walls or mirrors,because he's the demon who give Azul the most fun with his reactions. However Azul isn't completely heartless and sometimes he makes it up to Mammon by offering help with stealing stuff or with homework involving curses and hexes. Once he even offered Mammon flirting lessons,to use with MC if he wanted,but the demon of greed didn't take it very well

Zuri meets Mammon occasionally when she receives proposals to be a stylist or a model with important brands and while at work he seems professional,Zuri doesn't appreciate how loud Mammon can be outside of it,she finds such behavior annoying. She thinks he's wasting his potential,because she's seen what he's capable of if he really puts in the effort. Zuri doesn't trust him very much though,because she knows he would have no problem stealing from her,but she has to admit that since Mammon rarely transforms,he was a good choice as MC's guardian

Odon finds Mammon funny and full of life and would very much like to become his friend,because they can feel that he too has good in him,unlike other demons they've encountered in their long life. Odon isn't stupid and they know that Mammon is terrified by their size and figure,so they try to appear as friendly and harmless as possible,to make him feel at ease. Once they even managed to play cards with Mammon,who lost every single time (due to the eye-like creatures spying on his cards). Luckily Odon was kind enough not to bet anything

-Leviathan

Demya struggles to remember Levi,because she barely sees him in class,let alone outside,so she doesn't have a clear opinion about him. Demya knows she can easily convince him to do stuff for her by being nice and cute like an anime girl and she figures they might share the trait of being jealous demons,but otherwise they don't have much in common. One thing is for sure though:she thinks Lotan is cool as hell and one day she would like to ride them

Domnra deems Levi weak in terms of physical strength as he barely trains while Domnra is seen as a normie tsundere delinquent in Levi's eyes,so it's no surprise that the two of them have hardly ever spoken. However Domnra noticed that Levi occasionally look at Mobim as if it was some cute anime mascot,all the while muttering "kawaii" or other anime references unfamiliar to him. He finds such behavior quite weird

Azul is an online friend of Levi and they occasionally meet to draw together, simp about their favourite characters or show off their cosplays. It seems shocking considering how different the two demons are,but they share some hobbies and kind of complement each other,for example:Azul doesn't mind asking for autographs or whatever when Levi is too shy to,while Levi keeps Azul calm with his long and enthusiastic speeches about his favourite topics,those keep Azul too occupied to suddenly change mood

Zuri admires Levi's passion for his hobbies and the way he manages to convey it to others,she believes that the effort he puts into cosplay is remarkable,because in a certain sense it's still style,however Zuri doesn't often assist to his fanatic speeches,as Levi seems quite intimidated or in awe in her presence. She isn't sure which of the two options is the correct one

Odon knows Levi thanks to what their eye-like creatures have told them,but they have met him in person just few times and the few times it happened,cell phones and computers were involved. Odon,being very old,isn't a great expert in modern technology,so as an excuse,they sometimes ask Levi for help. Moreover, Levi often compare them to some anime characters and even if Odon doesn't know what he's talking about,they appreciate that Levi isn't afraid to express his opinion

-Satan

Demya thinks Satan's a bit of a nerd and she doesn't like that talking to him makes her feel dumber that usual,but despite everything she still finds him kinda cute,especially when he's in feral mode,because Demya has somewhat strange tastes. She also finds amusing that their tails are similar and even if it doesn't matter much,she appreciates that he isn't a fan of Lucifer

Domnra and Satan both have anger issues,so they understand what if feels like and sometimes they go out together to either vent or blow off steam. It's strange seeing one of the smartest students of RAD and one of the delinquents in class together,but their "problem" has brought them closer and made them friends. Domnra focuses more on the physic while Satan on the mind,but one thing they've in common is the love for cute things. Once Satan put a kitty costume on Mobim,in spite of Domnra

Azul is friends with Domnra, so it's no wonder he has tried to be friends with Satan as well, he finds his reactions very funny, especially when he's angry. Other than that, Azul would probably be an interesting subject for Satan to study, especially because he has never seen demons with Azul's characteristic ability, i.e. changing color depending on feelings, but he probably wouldn't give Satan any explanation about it,just to tease him a bit

Zuri knows about Satan's story and is aware that mentioning the eldest brother's name gets him upset, so to avoid any headaches from his screams, she tends to avoid mentioning that name in his presence. Leaving aside this detail, she believes that Satan's very intelligent, but that at the same time he's also too insecure of his identity and that he should begin to understand that his brother is not a threat as he seems. The only criticism she can make against Satan is his way of dressing

Odon knows a great deal about Devildom, having been born before the seven brothers and having spent their long life there. They have witnessed events written in history books, both in Devildom and in the human world, so they're very well educated from that point of view. The relationship with Satan seems to be that of a student and a tutor, he can ask Odon anything historical and they would probably be able to provide Satan with an answer, having experienced it firsthand. He also seems interested in the eye-like creatures that they have and since Lucifer doesn't like Odon very much, it's another reason for Satan to talk to them

-Asmodeus

Demya likes to go shopping with Asmo and likes to gossip about other lesser demons with him, she thinks he's fun, so they're friends, but casual ones. They often meet at parties or on the streets of Devildom and while Asmo may appreciate Demya's sense of style, he wouldn't appreciate her rough and feral ways, such as gobbling up on food or having no problem getting her hands dirty. For example, Demya, unlike Asmo, doesn't mind messing up her hair or getting scars on her skin

Domnra only knows Asmo by fame, since the demon of lust has a lot of followers among demons and witches on Devilgram, but otherwise he has never really spoken to him,Domnra finds him "too much" for his tastes and being used to being surrounded by other party animals, he doesn't need another reason to have a headache. Mobim isn't sure what to feel towards Asmo, he seems to Mobim a very extravagant demon, but being a very empathetic creature, it perceives that Asmo hides some insecurities, so it doesn't know if how he shows himself in public is an act or less and if so,Mobim doesn't think it would be able to reassure him

Azul usually meets Asmo during the parties held in The Fall and occasionally finds him at Madame Scream's, when he's there to buy sweets. Being both quite popular, they know each other and are also quite friends, even if there's a casual flirting every now and then, but just for fun. Sometimes they make duets and other times they help each other with makeup, but Azul often doesn't miss the opportunity to scare Asmo and make him ruin everything

Zuri knows Asmo because of her connection to the fashion world, so from that point of view, they interact every now and then. She acknowledges that stylistically, Asmo is a professional, but otherwise she finds him quite childish and capricious when he doesn't get what he wants. She's worked hard to get to where she's now and would like Asmo to understand that beauty it's not enough and that everything shouldn't be granted to him just for his looks, but that his commitment should be the most important thing

Odon usually wanders around isolated places so as not to frighten other lesser demons, so it's very unlikely to see Asmo for them,but the few times Odon has shown up in more crowded places,they were able to talk to him. Odon thinks that Asmo has no idea exactly who they are,because on their first encounter he tried to flirt with them. The results weren't what Asmo hoped for, since Odon didn't understand his intentions, but they appreciated the casual chat in any case. The two demons know each other only by sight though, since they frequent different places

-Beelzebub

Demya and Beel are the duo that all Devildom's restaurants fear, considering the amount of food they swallow every day, so seeing them together in a restaurant is equivalent to the eventual failure of the latter. They're good friends and Demya appreciates that Beel doesn't judge her appetite,she knows what it's like to try to fill a void with food. Furthermore,the two occasionally train together, even if they do different exercises: Beel with weights and Demya with flexibility. Also Demya tries to protect Beel from people who try to take advantage of his kindness

Domnra is in some sports clubs with Beel and it happens a few times that the two demons chat. In his presence Domnra has no reason to be angry, he respects Beel's tranquility and strength, he's a very strong demon in Domnra's opinion,however his appetite reminds him too much of Demya,who he dislikes. Not gonna lie, but Domnra once feared Beel might eat Mobim and he's never been more terrified in his life

Azul hardly ever spoke to Beel, although he occasionally saw him eating in sweets shops, thus depriving Azul of the chance of buying something for himself. Maybe the reason they don't interact much is because Azul finds him quite boring, being apathetic most of the time, so it's hard to get interesting emotional reactions from Beel. Sometimes Azul can try to prank him by creating food illusions, but Beel doesn't seem to fall for it too often

Zuri knows about Beel based on what Lucifer told her about him, so she knows that the sixth brother is quite gluttonous, but also kind-hearted and devoted to his family, qualities Zuri appreciates, but that at the same time they remind her a bit of her angel days, which she would rather not think about. Zuri and Beel have talked to each other a few times, but not having much in common, their conversations go no further

Odon shares a bond with their eye-like creatures similar to the one Beel shares with Belphegor, so they feel a little closer to him in this aspect, however Beel asked Odon how they knew this information, but Odon just smiled and explained that it was a mere guess. Both demons are quite tall, so they appreciate not having to bend down to talk face-to-face. Also Odon has noticed that Beel doesn't seem to fear them, which relieves them. Odon likes it when Beel tells them about his family, because Odon has never had one and doesn't know what it feels like to have one

-Belphegor

Demya knows Belphie through Beel and is in fact quite friends with him. To Belphie Demya is somewhat similar to Beel and those few times when Demya's tired,they take naps together. The two have also silently made an agreement, namely to protect Beel from demons or witches with bad intentions

Domnra met Belphie probably through Satan, during a meeting of the Anti-Lucifer League. The two demons get along quite well and Domnra likes Belphie's sarcasm and style, but maybe he's a little jealous of the fact that he always gets good grades despite almost always sleeping in class. Mobim doesn't mind being a pillow for Belphie, as long as the demon doesn't choke it in his sleep

Azul, again, has never interacted much with Belphie. He considers him boring, since interacting with him is practically impossible, with rhe demon being always asleep. The only thing that Azul noticed that he has in common with Belphie is the love for the stars and perhaps it could be a good conversation starter for the two of them

Zuri likes hardworking, resourceful people who show at least a modicum of passion in what they do and unfortunately Belphie does not fall into this category. She knows he's the demon of sloth and she doesn't blame him for this of course, but Zuri considers Belphie too lazy and doesn't think it's appropriate to walk around as if he were always wearing pajamas

Odon is the only one among the RAD classmates who knows about the little "accident" between Belphie and MC, although it's unknown exactly how the eye-like creatures learned about it. The two demons hardly interact, but occasionally Odon sees Belphie sleeping near the Devildom woods when they walk alone. If Belphie so wanted, Odon would be more than happy to explain what they know about constellations and dreams

-Camy (my MC)

Demya doesn't know exactly what to think of Camy,being a very different person from her: introvert, shy and who prefers not to leave the House of Lamentation. She considers her a reliable and patient human considering that she has to deal with seven demons everyday and every now and then she happens to meet Camy hanging out with Mammon. In those moments Demya likes to embarrass them both with their obvious feelings towards each other. She finds them a cute couple

Domnra was quite unaware of Camy's existence at first, as her presence was hardly noticeable in class, but he started paying more attention to her when she started learning magic from a certain sorcerer. He's surprised that a human from so low has landed in the position Camy is currently in,but he has to admit that he's found a newfound respect for her, even for the pacts she's managed to make. The only times they interact is when Mobim happily greets Camy, not considering the human a dangerous person

Azul would like to make friends with Camy,since she's Levi's best friend and since they have some hobbies in common,but the human seems to avoid him and Azul thinks it's due to his unstable nature. For this reason, to make her feel more at ease,Azul tries to interact with Camy only online and only when Levi's also present, so it should be easier to chat. Azul thinks she's charming in her own weird way and he would like to play tricks on her,but he doesn't want seven demons after him so he avoids acting like an idiot for once

Zuri admires Camy's commitment to her duties at RAD, and the fact that she's a human exchange student makes her efforts all the more worthy of credit. Zuri doesn't dare imagine what it's like to live with the seven deadly sins, so she has a hunch as to why the human has such pronounced eyebags. Zuri tried talking to her with Lucifer present, but the human seemed quiet and uncomfortable,perhaps because she wasn't used to the presence of other demons. The only criticism that Zuri feels like making is the way in which the human looks scruffy,Camy doesn't seem to care about her appearance

Odon considers Camy a curious human being,strong from a mental point of view and with a great willpower. In her place, several humans would have already gone crazy with what she had to go through, with what she experienced there in Devildom, so they don't understand how she can be so insecure of herself. Camy was uncomfortable when they met for the first time, but she wasn't scared and Odon isn't surprised,considering that the human risked death several times. If Camy's alone on the streets of Devildom,Odon offers to escort her. They'are close acquaintances and that's enough for Odon

[black-bentley]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙

First, thank you ❤️

Second, I'M SO SORRY. It has taken me ABSOLUTELY FOREVER to answer this, and now I am far too guilty and mortified about the delay to actually send it on to anyone else 🙈 but here, in no particular order are (probably) my five favourite fics that I've written. They're all Biggles, except for the last one.

1. Break Point (M, m/m, 12k+)

This was one of those fics that was written to fill a hole in canon, and I just desperately wanted to do it before anyone else did! It was months in the writing, and despite several battles with the canon/real-world timeline, I like how it turned out.

2. By Proxy (T, m/m, 13k+)

My first ever exchange assignment, my first ever attempt at writing a casefic plot by myself, my first ever (finished) fic over 10k. This one is very dear to me for a lot of reasons ❤️

3. Fracture Reduction (T, m/m, 2k+)

I'm just so fond of this. It turned out exactly like I hoped it would, and is the epilogue I always wanted for my OTP to follow Biggles in the Terai, which is one of my favourite books in canon. It got stuck for a long, long time, and then a random picture on the wall of a bed & breakfast somehow completely unstuck it. And I got to throw in a reference to one of my favourite poems 🥰

4. Prelude: Maranique, 1918 (T, 2k+)

My first posted Biggles fic! It's quite different to my usual (or, at least, I think it is) but I had the idea and it was one of those itches that demands to be scratched or it'll drive you up the wall, and this was the result. Every time I read it I think I should really do more WW1 fic...

5. Imre: an Addendum (T, m/m, 8k+)

The only non-Biggles on the list! Another exchange fic, this one for Yuletide 2022. I hadn't realised until I was halfway through writing this that there wasn't any fic for this fandom yet (it's still the only one 💔) but by that point I was too far gone to abandon it! I was having an absolutely awful time life-wise when I wrote this and tbh I'm amazed I got it finished, but it was definitely one of the things that kept me going.

[starleska]

I'm so sorry to hear you haven't been having the best time lately, sending all the love your way <3 Omg, let me know how it goes!

Ohhh, right?! For me it happens way more often rather than immediately falling for a character when I first consume their content. It adds something to it TBH, knowing they were there all along and possibly interested in you long before you really noticed them (if that's your kind of thing) You're SO right, oh my god😭😭 While I love their silly antics and that's usually what first endears them to me, thinking about how truly smart they are, and how dangerous they can be alongside all of that...😳 Sides, it takes serious dedication to plot against the hero with such passion—just makes me think about what lengths they'd take to get you if they wanted you-

Yess!!! IKR, he's got such a design! Why, thank you <33 OH!! I just checked out The Amazing Digital Circus and what a unique style??? You weren't wrong, Caine is veeery interesting. God, my other weakness- AIs😭 Absolutely fascinated by the way he moves and expresses, and definitely going to watch this when it comes out! Thank you for the reccomendation <3

Of course!! We certainly have very similar tastes 🤣 I look forward to it, and I hope your day is wonderful too :)

oh my goodness hello again!!!! i would like to start off this reply by saying thank you so much for all your kind words, and for the amazing recommendation of Gargamel - i just finished watching the movie and i am in love 😖💖💖💖

yes yes yes, that is so relatable!!! 😭��� do you also feel you have a little switch in the back of your head that only flips once it's decided a character is sufficiently mortifying to enjoy?? i had the exact same thing with my beloved Augustus St. Cloud - months of enjoying the show and simping for another character, with him lurking in the back of my mind…and when it hit, it hit like a freight train 🙈 YESSSS ahhh you've phrased it so beautifully, my goodness…a silly villain, one who is goofy or incompetent or not considered a threat but so full of fervour and intensity…well, goodness, who knows what they'll do once they get their hands on you? 😳😳 i don't know how else to phrase it but there's nothing i love more than 'villainous foreplay' - all the teasing, taunting, and disrespect of boundaries that comes from a certain kind of egotistical, genius bastard 🥴

on that note, oh my God GARGAMEL????? i wasn't expecting him to be played like that 😳😳😳 listening through headphones was an experience that had me squirming…his voice is delicious, and the way he's always dropping in words to the effect of, 'my dear, sweet maiden'…lord above 🙈🙈 i nearly choked on my own spit when he called himself 'daddy'!!!!! you knew that was coming and didn't warn me!!!! 😂😂

d'aww, you're very welcome :3c ahh your taste really is sublime!! i love a good AI too 🥺 we are a specific type of person which should be studied by psychologists, i think;;;; thank YOU for the recommendations, i'm all fluttery inside now!! do feel free to throw any more fun characters my way, i'm so intrigued 🥰

thank you kindly you lovely individual!!! :3c

[vanilladaises-rp]

Emry woke up bright and early the next morning. Well, she woke up early at least. She was less "bright" and more "drowsy" with her squinted eyes and messy morning hair. She let out a sigh as she saw the sun just starting to rise. Emry was not a morning person, despite almost always waking up early. She pulls herself out of bed and grabs the fuzzy robe off her reading chair, throwing it on over her pjs. Then, she begins to shuffle towards the kitchen. Step one of every morning is tea. The kettle gets filled with fresh water and put on the stove to heat. Emry takes to absently gazing out the back doors, still half asleep, but after a moment her brain wakes up a little more with a thought. "I wonder if any of the guys are still out there." She glances at the time on the oven. Its almost 8:00 am. Emry roams around looking for her slippers. She finds one half under the couch, and the other under the coffee table. Once the slippers are secured, she heads out the back door. Emry makes it to the middle of her yard before scanning the tree line. "Umm.. good morning?" Nothing. Not one rustle. Emry feels a little ridiculous chatting with a, potentially, empty forest, but she gives it one more shot. "Well, uh, if you are still out there, you're welcome to come in for some breakfast. Just knock on the back door." She waits a beat after speaking in case anyone emerges. No one does, so she just heads back inside. The kettle has begun to call her back anyways.

~Strawberry (man. I should just write every reply on my laptop if I write so much better lol)

The morning was very muggy, mist in the woods and the clouds completely covered the sun, it was nice. Lee know laid in the wet grass admiring the clouds, it had been awhile since he had some food. He was starving, but didn't want to move. Lee Know closed his eyes and listened to the sounds around him, hearing small creatures nearby rustle, he focused on them, their movements, their smell. Lee Know was hungry, not for a "normal" breakfast though.

Once the rodent was within view, Lee Know's eyes darken and he quietly morphed into his wolf form at the smell of the bunny rabbit. Chan's family doesn't usually hunt, at least anywhere near town but the wolf was hungry and was letting his instincts get the best of him. Lee know smirked as the poor animal moved closer, not noticing his presence. He felt a smidge of guilt for what he was about to do but was too far gone to stop himself.

In the front yard, Chan sat on the porch steps with a calm smile, taking in the morning air himself. It was so peaceful to see the trees move with the wind, listening to the small pond nearby as frogs jumped on lily pads. It was peaceful until he heard your screams. Chan's eyes widened, jumping from the stairs and into the house. He saw you stand in the kitchen, frozen still as you watched Lee Know eat the bunny live.

Chan was a bit shocked but mostly angry that his brother would do something like this in your yard, "Don't watch" He spoke softly covering your eyes from behind. He wanted to bury you in his chest but was afraid of what you might think. Of him, his brother, his family. He wanted to assure you that this wasn't a custom, that he would never do something so cruel, but he has.

(holy shit this was long im sorry 🙈 dude i feel the same! whenever i write on my laptop i feel like my responses are 10x better idk why lol 🤣)

[mountswhore]

I saved this on my phone because I wanted to send it to you as a request, but I don’t remember if I did. So in case i did and you plan on writing it ignore this one. In case i didn’t please consider this as my request 🙈 somewhere around the line “I thought you didn’t want me” with Mason please if that’s alright. Idk what exactly I want as the plot, but I’d like him to say that to her. In case the line fits in another request you have, you could include it instead of writing a whole imagine with it alone 😊

𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 — mason mount

summary: you tell mason you don't want him whilst you're working from home, only to find hours later, you did in fact want him.

notes: requests are OPEN. i'm so sorry for this taking so long to come out, also it's quite short as i didn't have a lot of inspiration.

You'd been allowed to work from home due to an issue with transport, and it meant you weren't restricted to tight work attire for seven to eight hours of the day. You could wear the comfiest clothes imaginable, eat whenever you wanted, and relax. Not only all of that, but Mason had an off-day too. Mason, being the far-too-distracting man that he is, usually made working from home impossible. Which is why you planned to stay away from him until your work was complete.

You were in your home office at 9am, a tea in one hand as you looked through the notes that you'd taken from your meeting last week. You had to finish all of these tasks before the deadline on Wednesday, it being a gloomy Monday morning.

Mason had woken up an hour after you'd started working, finding something to drink before coming to pester you, his daily ritual. He'd slipped through the door and hooked his arms around your shoulders, staring at the work document on your screen. You'd written half a page, ticking off yet another task from the meeting notes.

"Morning, busy bee." He hummed, pecking your cheek and giving you some of his bed warmth. But you wanted to remain distraction free.

"Morning, Mase. I will see you at lunch, I really need to get this work done, okay?" You spoke softly, sipping your tea and keeping your eyes glued to the screen. Mason wasn't so satisfied with your answer. He wanted to have you in his arms all day, not caring about your work like you did.

"Come on, I know you want me." Mason giggled, and you almost lost your breathe. You were not going to give into temptation.

"No, I don't. I will see you on my lunch break, okay?" You spoke, keeping a polite tone in your voice so Mason knew you weren't being harsh.

He'd respected your wishes, giving you one last kiss on your head before leaving. And you couldn't help but feel bad, leaving him all alone on his day off. Mason was the sweetest man alive, and it tugged at your heart strings to know he was wandering around the house alone today.

Lunchtime had hit, and you decided to get some food before you finished working. When you'd left your office and walked to the kitchen, a Deliveroo bag was sat on the island, and you frowned. Usually Mason asks if you'd like anything when he orders, and vice versa.

"I got you a little something," Mason mumbled, holding a bowl in his hands and smiling at you from around the other side of the kitchen. You smiled and opened the bag, seeing your very own bowl of food. You were starving, and needed food to keep yourself going for the next few hours.

Before even eating it, you looked over at Mason and felt the guilt from earlier returning. He was leant over the counter, watching a video on his phone and eating, staying out of your way like you wanted. You'd approached him and given him a bear hug from behind, your arms squeezing around him and giving him all of the love your body had held in today.

"I thought you didn't want me." Mason smugly stated, turning around with a smile on his face. And you rolled your eyes, still holding him tightly against your chest.

"I always want you, you're just too distracting sometimes." You replied, kissing his jaw gently and giving him a lustful look. It could've ruined lunchtime for the both of you if Mason had given in, but he was feeling extra petty today.

"Shame. We could be having fun right now, but I know how hard of a worker you are. So get back to it." Mason chirped, kissing your cheek and walking past you to leave the kitchen, and leave you high and dry on your lunch break.

[madelineorionswan]

The new potters

Chapter 5: Names can be difficult

Summary: Names are often a way to recognise someone and they can be a way to describe someone's personality. But let's just say picking one is not the easiest thing.

A/N: can I just say this story is making me an absolute SIMP like I'm dying of the fluff that I'm writing, it's not fair but yeah we're almost towards the end 🙈 so enjoy! Also, I'm sorry for not posting for a while.

Readers POV

"Uhm how about Henry?" I looked up and saw Harry searching through a book full of baby names.

"Nah it's too old fashioned" I flipped through my baby magazine and gasped as I came across a name that caught my eye.

"What about Dewin?" I looked hopefully at Harry but he just shook his head. I felt a little down but I continued searching through it.

"Oh, how about..." before I could continue I felt Harry shush me by placing his finger on my lips.

"Ok love that's enough for today," he gave me one of his signature smiles that made my knees go weak. But I was so driven to find a name for our baby boy and I wasn't going down without a fight!

"But..." this time I was cut of by Harry kissing me. If I wasn't sitting down I am pretty sure my knees would have buckled under me.

"Now love we've spent pretty much the entire morning on baby names," He said, helping me get up from the couch.

A few minutes later...

Author's POV

"Harry James Potter you are NOT allowed to enter the kitchen for the rest of the YEAR!"

Long story short, Harry had taken charge of breakfast and had almost burned down the entire kitchen.

"Sorry love, just wanted to make breakfast for you," Harry said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. Y/N smiled fondly, her heart fluttered at the sweet gesture Harry had made.

"I appreciate the effort harry, but next time at least has me help you," she said, brushing away a few locks of his dark hair.

"Well now that you've successfully ruined breakfast, I say we go to Sirius's place" Y/N suggested Harry readily agreeing. Harry being the protective husband he was declared that they should travel via the flu network, but even during that he kept on fussing.

--At Grimmauld place---

"Ah what a surprise, Come on in!" Sirus ushered in Harry and Y/N the moment they made their appearance. They both sat down at the dining table, Sirius sitting on a chair opposite to them.

"I'm guessing you both haven't had breakfast," he quirked a brow as Harry smiled a guilty smile.

"Let's just say Harry almost burned down the kitchen," Y/N giggled, Sirius chuckling and shaking his head. He ordered kreature to get them breakfast while he continued to chat with the young couple.

"So how's Harry junior doing?" Sirius grinned as Harry rubbed his hand over Y/N's abdomen.

Y/N laughed and replied, "He's been doing fine."

A few minutes later Kreature came in with a lavish breakfast and the three dug in. Y/N smiled fondly as she observed Harry talking happily with Sirius. She remembered how much they both had been through and seeing them being themselves so happy made her heart melt.

"Now you both get comfy I've got some old man business" Sirus gave a chuckle, winked at Harry and Y/N, and went upstairs.

"He's still young isn't he ?" Y/N nudged Harry, taking a bite of her scotch egg.

"He is," Harry replied, chuckling softly. Just as she was about to get up Harry, being the gentleman he is, pulled out the chair and picked her up bridal style, making Y/N giggle.

"You do know I can walk," Y/N cocked, while Harry carried her to one of the rooms. Harry didn't say anything, only smiling and giving her a kiss.

A comfortable silence settled in the room, Y/N taking a nap (Quite a common thing for her really) while Harry watched her, a smile on his face, rubbing her swollen belly gently.

Unbeknownst to them, Sirius had been watching from a distance. His eyes were moist as he smiled. He couldn't believe that the little boy he had seen with his best mate, who had gone through so much tragedy in life was now so happy and expecting a baby boy himself.

Readers POV

I was drifting in and out of sleep, but I pretended to sleep. Harry's warm and comforting hand on my belly was something that made me always relax. It was like magic.

Just as I was about to fall asleep again, I felt a kick on my lower abdomen. My eyes shot open as I sat up properly.

"What is it? does it hurt anywhere?" Harry looked at me with a concerned expression. I ignored his worries and grabbed his hand, placing it on the place where I had earlier felt the kick.

Another kick!

Harry's face showed an expression of pure euphoria. He had tears in his eyes and a goofy grin as he felt around my abdomen smiling even wider as he felt another kick. I was crying with happiness as well.

"He kicked Y/N! He kicked!!!" Harry whispered softly but it was clear he was bursting on the inside.

"We've got a little quidditch player at hand," I joked, tears now falling from my eyes. Harry chuckled and brushed them away, kissing me sweetly. He then moved to kiss my abdomen, making me giggle.

"James"

"What?"

I looked at him confused, but he only smiled, rubbing circles on my belly.

"We could call him James, that is if you're alright with it but we could also-"

I cut off Harry's ramble by kissing him. Even though he was caught off-guard, he kissed back nevertheless.

"Haz, love, James is a wonderful name, I love it!" I loved the way he named our baby after his father.

"Well, since I thought of the first name, you can pick the middle name," Harry smiled, hugging my belly, grinning madly.

I turned to the door and was surprised to see Sirius, smiling and trying to hide his tears. I smiled at him. I knew exactly what to call him.

"Sirius. We'll call him James Sirius Potter"

[starhallows]

There were so, so many issues with this season, from the overall plot, to the pacing, to the tone, to the characters (yes, all of them). It's hard to even begin untangling them!

I can see what the were *trying* to do with these characters/story - but IMO, they didn't succeed.

My initial reaction after watching the season was *genuine confusion* and disappointment. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy people enjoyed it, but personally I was really *shocked* at what a ~mess~ it was?? There were so many things that didn't make any sense (and still don't). This is completely the fault of the writing, which was, sadly, very inconsistent throughout. (The writing was *BAD*, friends, I don't know what else to tell you 😬) But it was weakest (which is saying a lot, lol) with regards to the Sharma family. All three were both poorly written AND underwritten. Some things needed to be SPELLED out. Like the stuff with Kate was too subtle! You have to look really hard to see all the stuff happening with her under the surface. Too hard, imo.

Essentially, everything having to do with the Sharma women (and this also includes scenes with K and A) were obviously cut down in both the writing and editing process, to the point that what we see on the show is only semi-coherent. It's fine that the writers made changes (I don't even hate all of them), but the fact remains that they didn't do these characters justice. And I'm not talking about the book versions of these characters, I'm talking about the characters on the show itself. They created this complicated family dynamic (which is fine)- but they have so few scenes together that we never get to truly see or understand it. Yes, it is possible to string it together if you look closely, but IMO, you shouldn't have to dig so hard to understand what's going on. Kate, in particular, should have been given as much narrative space as Anthony (and probably more as she is a new character).

All of the characters needed more time, more space, more *conversations*, and maybe even some resolution?? Resolution for a lot of these characters was *necessary* especially in light of the complicated narrative direction of this story. The writers wanted to create maximum drama but they didn't want to actually write around the character ramifications or consequences of these plot changes. (And some of the resolutions we *were* given don't really make sense either, tbh). Instead, the show just rushes us straight to the HEA without looking back. Quite frankly the only salvageable thing about this season are Jonny and Simone's performances. They succeeded in spite of the writing, not because of it! If it wasn't for them this story wouldn't have held together at all.

Anywaaaaysss, I continue to be baffled by the choices made for the show this season and could obviously go on forever about them (and I have 😂), but I'll stop here for sanity. To summarize, it was all a jumbled mess for me. And that's that on that, lol.

(Very sorry about this, lol, obvs feel totally free to ignore/delete 🙈)

Hello! Thank you for the ask, and so sorry for the late reply! This has been sitting in my ask box for way too long.

I agree with you. The Sharmas could have and should have been more prominent in their own story, especially if you claim that this season is about "sisterhood". Their dynamics should've been explored more deeply, they should have had more screen time, and I think they would've felt well rounded then. The show, it seems, doesn't know how to pick a lane.

This is most obvious with Edwina, who is given five different arcs simultaneously, so we get all these character inconsistencies. Is she a naive girl who falls in love with the idea of Anthony and being a Viscountess only to have her "dreams" crushed? Is she a young girl with the pressures of providing for her family on her and is ready and willing to do whatever it takes to get there? Is she both? Is she something else? At the end of the season, we don't know who Edwina is or who she has been all along, and it's all because the writing lets her down.

It's the same with Kate, who spends the first 6 episodes sacrificing herself for her family, episode 7 completely and absolutely lost in her feelings, and rushes to her HEA in episode 8 magically healed, both emotionally and physically. She is our leading lady, and we don't get to see the evolution from point A to point B.

When I watched the season for the first time, I kept asking myself, why does it feel like this is taking forever when Kate and Anthony are still not together, and there are only X episodes left? And the only way I can explain it is that it felt like they had written material for a longer season, but then they remembered they only had 8 episodes, so they condensed the last leg of the season into the last 2. There were times when the season dragged on forever, and yet, some plots needed more time to breathe.

The actors did a phenomenal job with what they were given. Both Simone and Jonny are brilliant in their roles, understand who their characters are, and know how to play them. They are the best part of this season, by far. Charithra is also great in her part and did the most with what she was given.

To summarise, it's not them, it's the writing.

[hanemiso]

Thank you so much for you words Bun🙈💕 It means a lot. And I hope you'll get good news about the rest of the parts of that mid terms then!

And yeah I do hope to watch it, fingers crossed during my reading week? Gosh I really want it to come earlier haha. And ahh I really do have to catch up with the manga😳 I've been trying to avoid spoilers but it wasn't so successful unfortunately :'). And if I do watch Tokyo Revengers I'll let you know👀

Sorry for the late reply🙈 I just finished doing my schoolwork for today

ahhhhh thank you kat 😭🤍 i hope so too but i’m preparing for the worst lmao

yesss pls let me know if you end up watching it!! i’d love to hear what you think about it and if you do read the manga, i’d love to see your reactions hehe :))

oh nooo :(( bsd manga spoilers unfortunately are not happy ones :,) but if you ever sit down one day to catch up, it won’t take long i promise!!

and don’t worry kat, my inbox is always open and you can feel free to respond whenever you’d like :) doesn’t have to be right away, i know people are busy. whenever you’d like to talk i’m always here :D