#all of my hyperfixation poured into one post | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

zorosleftmantit101 · 3 months

Text

Bro wtf im alive!!

———————————————————

ONE PIECE MEN

As shit from the groupchat

———————————————————

C/W: swearing, NSFW, mentions of suicide, general shit post stuff.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Robin, Franky, Brook, Chopper, Usopp, Ace, Sabo, buggy, Shanks, Crocodile, Doflomingo

NOTE: Schools back and its been super fucking busy + plus im hyperfixated on bulders gate and game of thrones rn

———————————————————

Luffy: My balls dropped insted

Zoro: Peburty

Zoro: How tf do u spell iy

Zoro: Pubesraty

Zoro: Pubes

———————————————————

Sanji: Valentines more like. Suicide

———————————————————

Buggy: Ur so wacky

Shanks: *wanking

Shanks: 109 mph dick slaming in and out of this dirty half full starbucks cup i stole from a homeless crack addict (im imagining its ur tight boy pussy asshole)

Buggy: Shanks.

Buggy: Stop.

Shanks: Erm no!

———————————————————

Franky: Teachers should NOT say nice things to me (i have a praise kink and daddy issues)

———————————————————

Nami: Bro i gotta shit so bad

Usopp: THEN SHIT BRO

Nami: Im in the car

Usopp: Oh

Usopp: THEN SHIT AT SCHOOL

Nami: I am NOT shitting at school

Usopp: PUSSY

Nami: this was all a trick girls dont shit

———————————————————

Brook: Im so excited to drink today im actually shaking #slotmachines

———————————————————

Luffy: Happy Monday!

Chopper: It is NOT Monday my guy

Luffy: ... the shotgun is in my mouth

———————————————————

Franky: Bc l've got another day off

Franky: Should I come visit

Robin: YES

Franky: Hmmm

Franky: If I get bored I'll ride up

Robin: Then ill ride u up

Franky: What time u guys got recess and lunch

Robin: Get u preggo

Franky: SHIT

Franky: ILL BE THERE

———————————————————

Kid: just punch the customer

Law: nah I need that shit to traumatise them, I need the customer to be rude to me and I start levitating in the air while chanting and blood pouring out my eyes

———————————————————

Kid: When parents let their kids order and its like "what's that fetus, your learning to speak!! Yeah well spell trombone, didn't think so faggot"

———————————————————

Ace: U stick ur dick in ur bum and get urself pregnant

Ace: 2024 lets make it happen

———————————————————

Sabo: "Emo!" So close! I'm actually wearing the skin of your mother

———————————————————

Doflamingo: OK BUDDY DEGRADE ME MORE IM THIS CLOSE TO EXPLODING IN MY PANTS

Crocodile: MOTHERFUCKER WHAT

Crocodile: YOU DIRTY CUNT

Crocodile: WAIT

Crocodile: NO

Crocodile: YOU PERFECT HUMAN BEING

Doflamingo: NGHH (reverse psychologyed your ass)

———————————————————

Sanji: Ouchieeeeeeeeeeee my back hurtsss urghhhhh i wish their was a big sexy latina to sit on my face, only to make the pain go away of course

———————————————————

Nami: Guys i close the store in half an hour and im boooooredde i already finished cleaning wveryhringggg

Robin: Okok pro tip

Robin: Do u have pens?

Robin: Hand sanitizer

Robin: And paper towel

Nami: Im gonna just finger myself

———————————————————

Franky: That was my son 3 years ago before the incident...

Brook: Was the incident me whipping the nae nae! YOLO cash money dab on them fortniters

Franky: No

Franky: Big Foot stepped on my unborn baby

———————————————————

Law: If i die i wanna be reborn as an electric chair

———————————————————

Killer: Cheaters are dick beaters - Shakespeare probably

———————————————————

Sanji: You are quite literally the most cutest girl I've ever seen

Luffy: Bro my dick actully smells so fuckimg bad, it never smells bad do i have aids

———————————————————

284 notes · View notes

fatesundress · 10 months

Text

⭑ made with love. draco malfoy x reader

summary. it's winter, you’re sick, and draco is extremely rational a terrible, doting mess about it.

tags. fluff! so much fluff! married couple, gn!reader, lots of banter, post-hogwarts with one fleeting mention of the war, draco's anxiety is whetted by a common cold, he basically treats the reader like they hung the moon in the sky and also have the power to yank it down at any given moment. he's very grumpy. but so so in love.

note. my sweet anons!! i tried on three separate occasions to write the requests in my inbox but sometimes i need to be in the depths of hell (ovulation week) to manage smut. i'm sorry. i've made some progress i swear! but the draco hyperfixation came out of NOWHERE and unfortunately i had to indulge in it. also thank you so much for 200! :’)

word count. 1.6k

You are deplorable.

With a fever temperature of 40° and explicit instructions to stay in bed, you’re discernibly not in bed when he makes it home from the apothecary, a jumbled mess of the blankets he’d swathed you in left in your place. Your slippers are absent. Your slippers — in two feet of snow. Your coat is gone too, at least; ridiculously thick and unnecessarily long, though now he’s thankful for it.

Draco paces. Then he sets the Pepperup Elixir over a flame at his desk to keep warm, pours two drops of Sleeping Draught into a mug for your tea, and paces again.

He should have insisted on binding rings for your wedding, he thinks. Something to trace you in emergencies. There’s little to do without them as you’ve evidently either taken the Floo or Apparated, and, in truth, he can’t remember the last time he’s been this nervous. In school, perhaps? During the war? You have him comparing his nerves over a bad cold to those he felt during war. The insanity of that is actually not lost on him, if that counts for anything.

But you are deplorable, and his. His almost as much as he is maddeningly, irremediably yours.

How he allowed an aliment like this to infect him goes against all evolutionary sense. It’s a fever of its own. Incurable despite knowing its cause, and probably festering worse than yours.

And then the fireplace hisses and out you stumble with soot on one cheek and frost on the other, the neck of your coat zipped up to swallow half of your face. In an arm shoved deep in your pocket, a bag swings from the puffy coat crease of your elbow, and Draco baulks. It’s a muggle grocery bag — translucent enough that he can see the square imprint of your favourite sleepy-time tea, a chocolate bar, cans of what he thinks are soup, and — a lemon? Yes. A big miserable lemon that you’ve deigned was worth almost killing yourself over.

Draco does not hear whatever excuses escape your chattering teeth as he plucks your hand from its pocket, puts the bag down, pulls off your coat while you slap at his hands and insist you can do it yourself, and only because he thinks you’d hex him to oblivion if he tried, leads you with a hand on your back to the bedroom rather than hauling you into his arms and carrying you.

“A lemon,” he says, and is aware by the severity of his tone he might as well be saying a gun, or a missile, or a milk crate of Living Death cartons. “You forayed into a snowstorm for a lemon. Do you think I’m incapable of reading a grocery list? I just Flooed —”

“I got more than a lemon,” you huff in a weak voice.

It is appalling that that’s what you take from his admonishment.

Your snow-soaked slippers are tossed aside as you tumble into bed. Draco bundles you in blankets and holds his wand out to take your vitals. You roll your eyes all the while, but once the cold wears off he’s sure you’ll be burning hotter than you were this morning.

He shakes his head. “Lemons are common stock in apothecaries, you know. The shavings are essential in Weedosoros antidotes.”

“Yes, but they’re always so dry.”

“And chocolate — they sell it at Téa’s across the street for the magizoologists. Did you know that?”

“Hmph. No Cadbury, though.”

“And I’ve already warmed the Pepperup and poured you Sleeping Draught, despite your urgency for this —” He pulls the box of tea from your grocery bag, impressed with an image of a little bear with a red nightcap, a steaming cuppa, and a plate of biscuits — “Inarguably superior muggle panacea —”

“I never claimed it was a panacea —”

“Of which we should have distributed to St. Mungo’s en masse. In fact, I should owl them now so they’re informed the Sleeping Draughts are ineffective by comparison —”

“You’re insufferable —”

“Imagine all the orphans without rest —”

“Actually ridiculous —”

“You’re ridiculous. And I hate this bear. Look at his hat. Bloody Gryffindor.”

“Do you know what the wizarding world is lacking? — If you’re concerned enough to make a donation, Mr Malfoy?”

You think it’s hilarious to call him that. He does well not to mention you are, by law, also a Malfoy, and his money is your money to donate as you please.

“What is that?”

“Soup,” you say. “Canned soup — canned with love.”

“We are lacking soup canned with love,” Draco repeats, just to be sure.

“Yes.”

“I’ll be sure to write the Minister.”

“Do.”

“Only if you stay in bed.”

“Hmmm… mmmm… well. Hm.”

“Incorrigible,” he mumbles, brushing the damp from your face before getting up to fix your tea. (He kisses your cheek for good measure, big sop that he is. You do well not to mention it.) “Don’t move or I’ll cast wards on the fireplace.”

“Oh! Cast wards on the doors, too. I might go for a walk.”

He glares at you from the archway. Your answering laugh is broken by a coughing fit, and you look reluctantly glum when he raises a told-you-so brow.

Draco mutters about how ridiculous you are through the kitchen and back, as he steeps your tea, heats your soup, unstoppers the Pepperup Elixir, pours it in an old shot glass from a trip to Italy (you have no graduated plastic cups lying around), squeezes the big stupid lemon in your tea, carries it all to your bed on a tray and realises, still muttering, that these are a lot of steps. But Draco balances the tray without an utterance of magic. It’s rather impressive. You should be sorely sorry.

You are, instead, asleep.

You’re splayed across the bed like something Baroque, limbs fascinatingly posed: half under the blankets and half stubbornly poking out despite his fervent tucking, head nuzzled into the pillow with a slight frown. If Draco were any better with a camera he’d take a picture. Instead he takes careful steps to your bedside, placing the tray on the nightstand and sitting as close as he can manage without disturbing the (once more, revolutionary) arrangement of your legs. It feels criminal to wake you. His fretful anger that you’d gone out in the cold is whittled to a humiliatingly thin and empty husk, and all that remains is mushy adoration. Damn you for that; you look ridiculous anyhow.

Draco kisses your cheek again. Your nose. Your forehead. He traces an invisible portrait of your face with his fingers, as if he’s ever drawn anything better than nasty stick figures on crumpled parchment in school. You, though, he thinks he knows well enough by memory to try.

You stir, not too far from consciousness that it’s a challenge to find it again, but far enough to be audibly vexed by his summons to the surface.

Draco means to berate you in that way he's so good at — chin pointed and scowl permanently etched — but you grumble with a sick, hoarse voice and he falters in a pathetic display. “You forgot your love-suffused muggle soup,” he whispers, one hand cupping your cheek.

“Ugh.”

“Heinous, I know. Sit up for me?”

“Magic word.”

There’s his scowl. “Alohomora.”

“Not that magic word.”

“Imperio.”

“Unforgivables, Draco Malfoy?”

“Hmm, Locomotor Wibbly?”

You sink further into the bed, pulling the uppermost blanket over your head inch by inch.

“Please,” he says, with profound displeasure.

You sit up and smile.

Draco sighs and lays the legs of the tray out over your lap. You regard his service with sleepy content, one of your hands travelling to his face in what his heart surges to appreciate is an honest thanks after his several near-heart attacks, and then your gaze finds the medically expert Pepperup in an Italian shot glass and it falls.

You groan. “Draco…”

His name says, quite plainly, please don’t make me.

Draco has enough self-respect to at least deny you this. “Wards.”

That says, quite plainly, I was not joking about the fireplace.

You look as though you’re contemplating the severity of two horrors, but it passes fleetingly, with one curse under your breath and a sour expression as you down the shot of Pepperup like… a shot. Burning Ogden’s that scrunches your face up until you shake it away with a blagh noise.

Come to think of it, Draco's choice of glass is much more appropriate than some medical cup.

“Better?”

You shudder. “I will be.”

“Good. Have your love soup and stupid lemons.”

And then, when he isn’t expecting it, your hot palm finds the place it left off; Draco’s healthily warm, sharp cheek, the soft fuzz of hair beside his ears before your fingers card through the longer strands and you hum like he’s your favourite thing to hold onto.

He melts, eyes fluttering shut. You’re sick, and wholeheartedly deplorable, but you’re safe, and it’ll be alright.

“Draco?”

“Mm.”

“The soup.”

He opens his eyes. “The soup?”

“You know it was canned with love.”

“I trust you wouldn’t have bought it otherwise.”

“And,” you say, thumb flush over his bottom lip as you smile a groggy, self-satisfied smile, “it was made with love, too, right?”

He rolls his eyes, and kisses you nonetheless. “You never cease to ask absurd questions.”

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #wizarding world

822 notes · View notes

squichymochi · 2 months

Text

It’s been a few years since I wrote something and English isn’t my first language. Also first time I am writing/posting something on tumblr 😅

Anyway Hazbin is my new hyperfixation, so I’ve written something 👉🏻👈🏻

Warning: Mentions of death and murder as well as sex toys, but nothing too out of the ordinary for this show.

Alastor x Reader

Word Count: 1.070

Idea from: @this-hazbin-quoted

"What in the heavens is that?" Your voice carried a mix of curiosity and concern as you stepped into the hotel's living room, your eyes instantly drawn to the shiny, noisy object that had captivated everyone's attention.

Charlie, Vaggie, Sir Pentious, and Angel Dust were scattered around a brand new, fancy-looking television. The device looked out of place amid the hotel's usual furnishings. *Your husband will be more than just pissed when he sees this,* you thought, a wry smile tugging at your lips. *Understatement of the century*.

"We got it because Sir Pentious wanted to show us something new called Netflix," Charlie explained, her eyes twinkling. Her excitement was infectious, but you remained skeptical. "And what better than a movie evening huddled up together as a bonding activity," she added, her arms dancing through the air to emphasize her point.

"Mhhh," you hummed noncommittally, drifting towards the bar where Husk had already prepared your favorite drink - a dark, smoky whiskey that promised a momentary escape from the madness of Hell. You let yourself fall onto one of the bar stools, the leather creaking under your weight. "I don’t know if this is such a good idea," you mumbled, the warm liquid burning a path down your throat, leaving a trail of bitterness.

"I tried talking them out of it, but they’ve been glued to this nonsense for hours," Husk grumbled, his tail swishing in visible irritation. He poured another drink, his movements more mechanical than thoughtful.

Raising an eyebrow, you turned to observe the group. Angel Dust was lounging on the sofa, his posture relaxed. "Well, first we were watching a documentary about sextoys," he began, only to be cut off by Vaggie's death promising glare. "But since everyone's acting prudish, we switched to something else," he finished, rolling his eyes dramatically.

The group was mesmerised by the screen, their expressions a mix of fascination and horror. Husk slid another drink towards you, his own bottle now halfway to empty. "When Alastor gets back, I'm not going to be a part of this circus," he growled, taking a long swig.

Your attention was snapped back to the TV by a dark, ominous voice. "Until this day, nobody knows what happened to the man. All that was found were his glasses and one of his shoes, floating in the river."

A sense of familiarity washed over you, and you slid off the stool, drawn to the group huddled around the TV.

The story was unnervingly familiar, like a half-remembered dream. Squinting, you joined them on the sofa. "Want some?" Angel offered, extending a bowl of popcorn towards you as you took a seat next to him. You grabbed a handful, tossing them into your mouth. But as the storyteller uttered the victim's name, the popcorn lodged in your throat, triggering a fit of coughing.

"Hey there, toots, usually you choke on something that is a bit more substantial," Angel said with a snort, patting your back. "You alright, Y/N? We can switch to something else if this is too much," Charlie offered, her fingers hovering over the remote, concern written all over her face.

"No, no, it's fine!" you sputtered, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and surprise. If only they knew why that name shocked you.

Time drifted by as you all settled into watching "True Crimes Unsolved." The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows that danced along with the flickering images on the screen. You found yourself huddled under a blanket with Angel Dust, both of you gradually growing more tired by the hour, your eyes heavy with sleep.

Suddenly, a jarring static noise pierced the quiet, sending shivers down your spine. You looked up, startled, to see your husband, Alastor, perched at the edge of the sofa. His smile was strained, a forced mask over his growing irritation.

"May someone enlighten me as to why we have this grotesque picture device here?" His voice, was filled with static, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

"Darling," you started, hoping to diffuse the tension, but Charlie, ever the optimist, was already bounding over with her usual infectious enthusiasm and of course undying charm. You could see Alastor's eye twitch slightly, a sign of his growing annoyance.

Alastor's mood shifted suddenly, his attention captured by the story on the screen. "Oh, I remember this one. He tasted rather delightful," he said with a giggle that was as unsettling as it was genuine. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence, every eye turning to Alastor, who was now fixated on the TV.

"Didn't he, darling?" Alastor squeezed in between you and Angel, wrapping an arm around you. Your face flushed a bright shade of red, and you desperately avoided everyone's gaze. "Ha, they never found him. I told you, darling, burying his bones beneath a protected area was a brilliant idea!”

Before he could continue, you jumped to your feet. "Alright, that's enough for today. Time for bed," you declared, your voice trembling nervously. Alastor's grin widened, the mockery clear in his eyes.

As the room cleared, Angel Dust leaned in, his grin mischievous. "Never took you for the type, toots. But hey, we're all sinners down here," he teased, patting your head with a genuine and friendly smile.

Finally alone, you collapsed onto the sofa beside Alastor. "You didn't have to tell them," you pouted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.

Alastor leaned in close, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Darling, you're my wife. They already have to know," he chuckled, his hand gently caressing your cheek.

Time passed, and Alastor wrapped an arm around you, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. "Do you want to see how many more of them are people we've dealt with together?" he asked, a hint of fondness in his voice.

You snuggled closer, resigning yourself to watching a few more episodes. But Alastor's final comment about the television lingered in the air. "This device will be gone tomorrow. I'm not fond of it," he said, the static in his voice sending yet again a thrill through you.

You buried your face in his button up shirt. "Not every new technology is a threat," you murmured. His only response was a haunting stare. Sighing, you kissed the corner of his mouth. "Fine, podcasts it is, then," you said with a chuckle.

Thanks for reading my little drabble ☺️

#hazbin hotel #alastor #the radio demon #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #oneshot #drabble

129 notes · View notes

chronicially-parker · 7 months

Note

hiiii, :3 I saw your post about wanting requests (and I also really liked your autistic headcanon post ! and this is inspired by one of your headcanons)

I have an idea of a they/them or he/him reader (can be bau or non bau reader) who is

info dumping to spencer reid about bugs :3 !

(maybe they aren't in the bau but are dating, and spencer reid comes home,

and they are excited to see him, and they start info dumbing :3

)

some fun facts about bugs !

-dung beetles can pull 1,141 times its own body weight,!

-there are 4,000 species of bees in the US,!

-sometimes ants can reproduce asexually,!

-group of butterflies is called a flutter,!

you don't have to include these (you can include your own facts if you want !)

and feel free to come up with any plot you want, my main ask is to have reader info dump about bugs to spencer reid !

(sorry for the long ask but) thank you for considering and reading this ask !

@unlikelyaperson ahh omg tysm for the request! i had so much fun writing these hc and i hope you like them!! i hope that you send in more requests because this one was amazing to write! not proofread so if it doesnt make sense, sorry!!

(bugs are absolutely amazing btw, amazing choice!!)

☆ gn!autistic!reader x spencer reid hcs ☆

spencer is absolutely smitten when it comes to you and anything you like or enjoy he is 100% researching and memorising everything about it and i mean EVERYTHING

so when he found out that your current hyperfixation was bugs he was overjoyed!

he had just gotten home from work as you were reading your new book on bugs

"spence guess what!" you called from the couch

"yeah angel?"

"did you know that there are over 4000 species of beetles in the US and that a group of butterflies is called a flutter!"

he is so happy that you found something you love that all he can really do is just stop and admire you talk to him

"well if a group of butterflies is a flutter, d'you think that our team could be a flutter?" he asks

"well you arent really bugs but the sentiment would be accurate. oh and spence! one of the coolest thing about ants are they can sometimes reproduce asexually and-"

he just watches in awe as you pour your heart and soul into talk on and on and is perfectly content just listening

"i love you, you know"

"i love you too spence! wow, look here! did you know that dung beetles can pull 1,141 times its own body weight which is really incredible because-"

he is so happy to be with you and loves hearing you talk about bugs ♡

this man is so smitten like damn-

#autistic!reader #adhd writer #autistic writer #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #spencer reid comfort #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid hc #spencer reid hcs #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid headcanons #fluff #fluff hc #fluff headcanons #autistic!reader x spencer reid #gn!autistic!reader #gn!autistic!reader x spencer reid

110 notes · View notes

elithesia-autem-danguarde · 3 months

Text

The Ballad of the Subway Bosses

Check the bottom of the post for some context and an explanation for it.

When I was a baby, we laid down together When I was a boy, you were holding my hand We had some hard times, but we still faced the weather We kept pressing on although nothing was planned

We battled for the challenge, we battle for the fun We promised we’d watch while the other grew strong You were my best friend, you were my number one But then one odd day, everything went so wrong

They said you were gone and you’d be gone forever They said you were gone and that I was to blame I tried to stay strong and I tried to stay clever But without you there nothing was ever the same

Oh, you were the one who made sure I was sunny You were the one who helped me to be brave You cared not for status, not for fame or for money I’ll keep all that close when I walk to my grave

It’s sooner than later that life will be changing It’s sooner than later that I’ll be alone I can’t help but ask how your world’s interchanging I can’t help but think you’re glad you’re on your own

Well, you were the one who I let see me cry Because you were the one who filled half of my soul I hope that my love isn’t something you’ll deny Because Brother without you, I’ll never be whole

Context: So during my Winter Break, my family went to go see The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. And because my mind likes to turn everything it touches into something related to my current hyperfixation, I took just the melody and phrasing structures of one of the movie's songs (The Ballad of Lucy Gray) and wrote lyrics befitting of what might be going through Emmet's mind during the events of Legends Arceus.

The idea is that Emmet is playing the guitar and singing this song after Ingo has been gone for a while. Maybe people are watching, maybe people are crying. But Emmet doesn't care because he's just pouring his heart out in regards to the sorrow of his loss.

#pokemon #submas #pokemon emmet #subway boss emmet #pokemon ingo #subway boss ingo #pokemon black and white #pokemon legends arceus #headcanon #sad headcanon #text post #not tagging hunger games since that's not the focus here #inspiration is appreciated though

22 notes · View notes

awakentheeldritchabomination · 6 days

Text

The Thing About Redesigns, Rewrites, and Reimagines…

(Part I: Broader Discourse)

To those of you who’ve been keeping tabs or maybe seen my posts floating around the tag, you might recall me mentioning that I felt a bit of hesitancy toward the prospect of joining in on the recent wave of redesign/rewrite content. In the more likely scenario that you haven’t or do not know what the crap I’m talking about, that’s fine lol. Understandable. It was a little thing I had written into my first rewrite/redesign post about Charlie. In a short aside, I explained that it was because I’d felt “bad about tinkering with someone else’s work like this”, and then I’d left it at that. So… yeah. Why am I bringing it up now?

Well, I don’t think I need to tell you that this fandom is… a lot. Y’know people have been talking…discourse is being had… heated, moral arguments are being hurled left and right. And in light of all the growing, reactionary accusations, I…found myself starting to feel bad again.

My initial issue, the reason why I didn’t immediately jump to sharing my ideas was that, for all her faults, I empathize with Viv as a creator and didn’t want to feel like I was disrespecting her, her characters, and her vision by reworking it to suit my own. I had frustrations and criticisms, but I never wanted to make it seem like I was trying to ‘fix’ her work or her style. I really didn’t want to be one of those pretentious dipsh*ts (the kind that take a piece of art, digest it through their own preferences and biases, then spit it back in the artist’s face with a, “There. I made it better”). In the end, I went through with it because I had a small hyperfixation and a tendency to project my own issues onto characters I love (I’m sure some of y'all can relate). And also, I was having fun. But… then more discourse poured in, and I saw all the concerns I expressed reflected in the arguments presented by other fans and artists.

And well… That made me feel like I was doing something wrong, like perpetuating and becoming the exact problems I had wanted to fight against. So, I took a step back. I reevaluated.

Now, I have thoughts (shocker!).

And they are conflicted.

On one hand I agree with the idea that redesigns/rewrites are not inherently bad or disrespectful things when it comes to productions like Hazbin since Viv is not a small creator with no power. She and her team have ultimate authority over the show’s events, and those plans will not be derailed by what is basically some random tumblr artist’s fanart/fanfiction.

In regards to the critical side of things, that kinda comes with consuming and digesting the messages and presentation of a work of art. Ideally, it should get people to discuss in this capacity, especially when it deals with such sensitive subject matter as Hazbin does (and especially when it is executed with evidently problematic notions which do bleed into the designs at times).

Still, I do think this trend can be disrespectful if the intention and presentation are made with an aggressive holier-than-thou attitude which explicitly seeks to one-up the creator. Though I understand where it comes from, I think that can be just straight, undiluted maliciousness with a generous helping of pretentious, self-appointed superiority. And I don’t think it’s necessary to pick apart the style itself. You don’t have to like it, of course, but I feel like stating your preference for one way of drawing over another and asserting it as if it were some objective truth antagonizes the entire point of individual artistic expression and personal taste. Criticize the lack of diversity (something which, I’d like to add, is not actually unique to Hazbin) and potentially problematic aspects, but not the style. Even then, it’s important to be constructive not destructive.

That being said, I don’t expect everyone to agree with me (especially if anyone who’s a die-hard fan finds this) Whether you do or not is on you, and that’s okay.

This is more a snippet of my thoughts than a fully developed rant. I just wanted to share where I’m at right now. There will be a part 2 to this expanding some of my feelings while also outlining where I might go from here because things are going on in my head, and I don’t actually know whether I will continue or not with this project. Right now, it feels like it’s drifting toward a more original direction (Charlie feels like an entirely different yet vaguely similar character and dang it I’m attached…It’s kinda weird lol) so….anyway—I digress.

Thank you for reading.

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin rewrite

13 notes · View notes

sapoteylx · 4 months

Text

mcu moots/followers ignore this post 🫶 it is a Completely different fandom but if u want to read then i will give you a delicate kiss on the cheek trust

incomplete drabble/one-shot, based somewhere around the end of s4. my hyperfix died out midway through writing this but i still think its good so just take a peek mayhaps

★

“Is there anything Wukong could do that would break his hold over you?”

Macaque’s fingers curl around the edges of the sink.

The dojo is eerily silent, his six ears twitching at the lack of auditory stimulation. The quiet had been comfortable for a while, a refreshing change of pace from the howling of icy winds and the bone witch’s shrieking. This contentment lasted for a while — until the silence had wormed through his ears and settled with a slimy thunk onto his greedy heart.

Sometimes the organ would ooze something vile from its arteries; it would catch him off-guard, bubbling up through his throat and slipping down his cheeks in the form of hiccuping sobs and fingers tangled in his hair. He thinks that this feeling has a name, and he thinks that it starts with an ‘L’. He wouldn’t dare utter it.

Often, it would leave him curled up and keening on the floor. More often, the irregularity of the wetness on his face would cause his calloused fingers to reach up toward his eyes —

Eye. His singular eye — burning and puffy and littered with grains of soil.

Wukong couldn’t even grant him the mercy of pushing his eyelid shut before pouring the dirt over his battered body.

A growl rumbles its way past clenched teeth. Macaque’s godforsaken eye is glaring and offensive in its reflection, the shine a harsh contrast against the puckered tissue of his right. The scar rips from his eyebrow down to the top of his lip, the skin a mess of distorted flesh and matte crimson. He ducks his head with a wince.

He considered tearing into it again, feeling it fray and bubble around his yellowed nails, ripping away all the scar tissue so that it could heal all over again. At least then the damage would be his, and he could rid the sensation of cold metal from the socket.

The hole was such an ugly thing.

Macaque forces himself to lift his head again, glaring venomously at the simian that stared back. His lips were chapped. Even when he was doing nothing at all, his mouth found a way to fold into that horrible frown that pulled at the skin on his face and made the scar on his eye feel taut and thick. Staring into his eyes felt unfamiliar and impersonal, crushing in its detachment, but he had to do it.

He couldn’t let himself forget what Wukong did to him.

Macaque couldn’t let that stupid golden-furred monkey get his arms around him again, couldn’t stand to watch himself pad after the king with that stupid fluttering in his chest every time Wukong laid his stupid golden eyes on him.

Macaque had tried everything to rid his fur of Wukong’s touch, scrubbing his cheeks and his chest and the dips in his thighs and lower still, the ghost of previously loving touches feeling like acid against his skin. He grew his hair out. He used the shit out of glamours far more than he knows he should, his trembling limbs and bone-deep exhaustion nothing compared to the deep-seated resentment towards the old self that would allow Wukong to trace his thumb over his six ears and cause his tail to puff out and shiver. That old self of his was in pieces, lingering eternally beneath six feet of dirt.

If he saw past Macaque today he would grab him by the shoulders, with spit in his teeth and glamours torn off like shed to reveal every small atrocity littered across his skin.

Macaque would tell him to run, run away from the Monkey King. You are dirt beneath his nails. His betrayal will come swift and venomous.

He will leave you, and he will kill you.

A warrior's death is just as cruel as you fear it will be.

Past Macaque would argue back just as vehemently, defending his sun’s honor with young lungs that Macaque envied. Past Macaque would say that no, Wukong would never do that. He loves me and he needs me and he would never do that. Macaque wouldn’t say a word in response. He knows in his stomach that Wukong would, and he knows in his eye that Wukong did.

There's a faint scent of peaches lingering on past Macaque’s fur. Macaque banishes the fictional interaction from his head.

#lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #lmk #monkie kid #yeah idk i just want to drop it somewhere #if this post disappears no it didnt ❤️#completely different audience but we stay winning #sapote writes

13 notes · View notes

dasiesanddarkness · 1 month

Text

hello everyone and welcome to A Drabble a Day Keeps the Depression at Bay day one, where i post a drabble based on my headcanons about Raine Whispers because they're my current hyperfixation. today, we'll begin with: Raine and Darius meeting up once a week to get wine drunk and bitch about being teachers. enjoy!

Darius sighed loudly, collapsing onto the couch. Raine handed him a glass of wine, then poured themselves one.

“I fucking needed this,” he grumbled. Raine watched as he downed half the glass, then sighed again. “Kids.”

“We signed up for them,” Raine reminded him, sipping from their own glass.

“No, Eda signed us up for them,” Darius said. Raine raised an eyebrow.

“Hunter? That one’s all yours.” Darius hummed, then conjured a mini abomination carrying snacks.

“So,” He started, crossing his legs and turning to look at Raine. “How was your week?”

i'll also be recommending songs that make me think of Raeda because there are so many and i have no one to talk to about them, so here we go: 10 20 30 by Emlyn. its so good. it also works incredibly well for Eda and Lilith, so there's that

anyway that is all. i'll probably be taking this to ao3 too, so yay.

#fanfic #toh #the owl house #raine is perfect in every way #raine whispers #darius deamonne #eda clawthorne #RAINE AS A TEACHER #raeda

10 notes · View notes

youngstarfishphilosopher · 2 months

Note

If it's alright could you do the child readers first contact with Alistair maybe when the kid gets super scared during midnight plus there's a bad thunderstorm going on outside the mansion.

Author's note: Of course!

Also, sorry for not posting or answering requests as much as I used to. A lot of stuff has been going on, and my haunted mansion hyperfixation had been gone for a good while.

But it's back now. So, I just wanted to let you all know that I haven't been ignoring anyone. I'm really sorry if it felt like that to anybody 😅.

×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××

Alistair Crump × Child reader : First Contact

It was a dark and stormy knight ( as corny as that sounds). The rain was pouring rather outside as you walked down the eerie halls of the mansion. Every so often, being able to hear the cracking of thunder along with flashes of light from the windows.

This had to have been the worst Halloween ever.

Of course, you just had to take that dumb bet from your friends. And now you were stuck in some creepy house with a raiging storm outside; just freaking great.

You tried to walk down the hallway as quickly as possible. There was a sense of dread and uneasiness filling your gut as your gut, as if something bad was about to happen. Though you didn't know exactly what that thing was.

" Just keep walking." You told yourself. "I just need to keep walking."

Then you heard it. The large grandfather clock in the hall began to chime. A long echoing chim that made your blood run cold.

Immediately, you stopped in your tracks. You could sense the atmosphere around you shift as the clock finished playing its tune.

Then, you ran.

Sprinting to the living room full of paintings. The only place you actually felt safe due to the lights in there being the only ones in the manor that really worked. At least then you wouldn't have to be both scared as well as plunged into darkness.

When you made it into the room, you immediately sat on the couch: Taking a blanket you found and covering yourself with it.

And, little did you know there was someone watching you. Looking from afar at your frightened state: A bit of sadness creeping into his cold, bitter heart.

You looked so much like them. . . Like his child which was now long gone.

He felt somewhat bad for you right now. You were clearly frightened by the storm. And the home full of grim ghosts certainly was not helping.

Maybe he should help them instead.

" Yes." He thought to himself, "Just this once."

With a small snap of his fingers, your fearful state turned into one of confusion as you watched the windows in the room mold and change. The thunder and lighting gone from your view; distant. As if it were miles away and not right outside the house.

Getting over your shoked state, you began to feel calm: More relaxed.

Maybe now you would be able to get some sleep. Then tomorrow you could finally get out of this place.

#haunted mansion 2023 #alistair crump #disneys haunted mansion #hatbox ghost #hatbox ghost x reader #alistair crump x reader #alistair crump x child reader #child reader #platonic x reader

13 notes · View notes

regina-del-cielo · 4 months

Text

Fic 20 questions

I was tagged by @bewires, thank you!

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

13, lucky number.

2 - What's your total AO3 count?

67,881 words. Not bad.

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, only for The Old Guard (2020). I'm a "one hyperfixation at a time" type of person.

4 - What are your top five fics by kudos?

Celebrated for Their Frankness (P&P)

Kissing a Stranger (P&P)

Galeotto Fu'l Cane (P&P)

hand in hand, we stumble and we fall (then we stand, once and for all) (TOG)

seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe (TOG)

5 - Do you respond to comments?

99.9% of the time, yes, even if it's just to write "thank you for reading" thirty times in a row

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uuuuuh I don't actually write angsty endings? Even the sadder ones always have a vision of hope in the end

7 - What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, difficult to say. Probably c'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui (dans la vie) because it's Reunion and Fluff Galore. Or A Marriage of True Minds, because of Wedding Fluff and Feelings.

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully not, and I hope it never happens

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, not really. Love reading it, but I don't think I'll go that far myself.

10 - Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No I don't. The thought never really crossed my mind

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Never, thank goodness

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

No - although one could say that I already am doing my own mental translation since English is not my first language lol - but if someone wanted to I wouldn't mind, as long as they asked me first

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, never happened

14 - What's your all time favourite ship?

Why are you asking me to rank my children?! Darcy/Elizabeth has been around longer, but Joe/Nicky really Hit Different. So I say it's a tie.

15 - What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them? There's a reason I don't post WIPs - inspiration is flighty and cruel. I never say 'never', but knowing myself if I haven't worked on something for longer than a year it's unlikely I'll ever start again

16 - What are your writing strengths?

I'm the wrong person to ask this - Maybe plot coherency and world building? I tend to take a lot of time to make sure that the plot flows well and that things are as accurate I can get them. Also, clearly, writing soft and fluffy things.

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

I always have the feeling of my writing being clunky and too detail-filled, because I want the readers to see the scene as I see it in my mind. And I've never been able to stay within the number of words I expected to - my one-shots get stupidly long.

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I literally make Nicky speak in Italian as much as I can get away with it all the time. But also, if it's a language you don't know well and unless you have a human who speaks it that can check it, I wouldn't just trust a translation software. I have seen enough of glaring Italian errors in fic to make me want to go "please just say that they spoke in another language in the dialogue tag I beg of you."

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

Winx Club, a long long time ago, and not in English

20 - Favourite fic you've written?

I think it's a tie between hand in hand and We're Meant to Find Each Other - they're more team-focused than the others; hand in hand was the first I wrote for TOG fandom and a true stroke of inspiration. Meant to Find Each Other is the only multi-chaptered fic I ever managed to finish, it spans through multiple time periods, and the AU it's set in is very close to my heart.

I don't know who has already done this, but I'll tag @ellynneversweet @raedear @gallifreyburning @nicolos @nicolodigenovas and anyone else who feels like it!

#tag game #writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction

7 notes · View notes

mostlikelytofangirl · 6 months

Text

20 Questions Writer Meme

Tagged by @unfortunatelycake, thanks girl!

How many works do you have on AO3? 28 written by me and one I'm credited as co-author but didn't really wrote.

What's your total AO3 word count? 928,907.

What fandoms do you write for? Currently only for MDZS, but I've also written for Boueibu.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? "All men are the same" MDZS nieyao. A comedy of errors where JGS tries to get NMJ and JGY married but it's all a misunderstanding with each one having his own version of what's going on. "Strong roots for a pine" MDZS nieyao. Accidental baby acquisition by MY keeping the baby he found during the war and changing his decisions and priorities. "Brother, don't preach" MDZS sangcheng, 3zun. Modern omegaverse with NHS getting accidentally pregnant during one of JC's visits and 3zun caring for him until JC returns from studing in another city. "To hold your hand and let it guide me" MDZS nieyao. Extra scene of 'All men are the same' where JGY is back in Qinghe and the dumbasses finally confess their feelings. "When the fire plays with you" MDZS ruoyao. After some tabloid headlines, CEO WRH convinces his temporary assistant MY to troll the entire city via a fake relationship. MY gets much more than he bargained for.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, I do! Bc if the reader has gone out of their way to let me know that they appreciate my story, the least I can do is letting them know in turn that I appreciate their support ^^.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Whoo, this took me down some memory lanes lol. That'd be "Say you love me like you mean it", a Boueibu akorima vampire AU where one doesn't remember their past lives as lovers.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? That's a very good question bc most my stuff has a happy, or at least a hopeful ending. I don't really think there's one that's particularly happier than the rest :P.

Do you get hate on fics? Not yet, which I'm very grateful for.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Technically, the answer is yes, but this far it has only been in convos with very close friends and just one tame-ish scene. I do have fics that will be E tho.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I don't really write crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Luckily, no. That I know of, at least.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, actually! - "All men are the same" to Brazilian Portuguese (wattpad) - "Strong roots for a pine" to Spanish

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I'm credited as co-author in "Going digital", a Boueibu Digimon AU, but it was @magiccatprincess doing the actual writing, I just helped plot it ^^;.

What's your all-time favorite ship? I can't say I have an all-time fave bc my level of how much I love it changes every time I change hyperfixations. But in my current fandom I'd say nieyao, bc it was one of the first ships I fell for and it is still one I'm hella into, like a default.

What's a wip that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Ooh boy. I have lots of wips that I do intent on finishing one day, but tbh I fear that I'll get obsessed with another thing before I can get to them orz.

What are your writing strenghts? I guess that when I am inspired and very obsessed I can write a lot in a relatively short time, and I can adapt and improvise as I go. I've made plot critical changes in the middle of a story that was already getting posted without it showing too much lol.

What are your writing weaknesses? My aforementioned dependence on my level of obsession for a fic to get completed. If another fandom catches my eye and heart while I have unfinished fics, those are done for. My motivation for a previous fandom is pretty much non-existent when I'm neck deep into another thing, all my energy is now poured into new fandom with new fics and ideas.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Not a big fan of it and I don't really do it beyond names or expressions ('et tu', 'touché', etc.)

First fandom you wrote for? Boueibu.

Favorite fic you've ever written? This answer also changes depending on what fandom I'm in at the moment. But rn I'd say "Black hole sun", a MDZS alternative Guanyin temple scene with fierce corpse WRH bc I like the instrospection I do in JGY's character and choices (and also him getting to live :')))).

Tagging: @jgydidnothingwrong, @thebiscuiteternal, @wishthefish and whoever else wants to do this!

#tagged #mdzs #bc that's mostly what this is about lol

7 notes · View notes

little-fan-stories · 1 year

Note

im so glad someone else is also hyperfixating on jack horner, i would LOVE to see any headcanons/fic/art/memes/etc you have!!

OMG!! It's the first time someone send me something in my ask box!! Thank you for that! Also well i think you won’t mind me using your message to post some headcanons ^^

And it's my first headcanons post so hope it'll be ok

(Same headcanons but in french below)

SFW

He get bored really easily

As a child, he was the type of cute kid with an adorable face but temperamentable and who can be insufferable

In general his parents gave him everything he wanted

He always been interested in his parents pie factory but he dreamt to head off on an adventure

He often helped his parents to bake the pies and liked to eat some of the fruits meant for it

To this day he hardly ever bake

If he had to take over the family business, he wanted to keep growing it as much as possible

In a way he thought it would make people respect and admire him

Now he don't care that people usually don't like him

Not because it doesn't matter for him but because he got used to it

His parents offered him his first magic artefact because since the "Pinnochio accident" he wouldn't stop to throw a fit about it

They thought he would be happy with it and move on (but we all know he didn't)

He've put it in a small chest like a treasure

When he took over family business that's when he also started hiring thiefs to go find him others magic artefacts

NSFW (I guess?)

Either he is virgin or he do one-night stands one after the others (but he doesn't have time for a relationship nor he's not even willing to try)

Also get bored easily in bed

[French version]

SFW

Il s'ennuie très facilement

Quand il était petit, c'était le genre de gamin mignon avec une bouille adorable mais capricieux et qui peut se montrer insupportable

Ses parents lui donnaient tout ce qu'il voulait en général

Il s'est toujours intéressé à l'entreprise de tartes de ses parents mais il rêvait de partir à l'aventure

Il lui arrivait souvent d'aider à faire les tartes et il aimait grignoter les fruits qui y était destiné

À aujourd'hui il ne pâtisse que rarement

Quitte à devoir reprendre l'entreprise de ses parents, il voulait continuer de la développer autant que possible

Dans un sens il pensait que les gens le respecterait et l'admirerait pour ça

Maintenant il se fiche que les gens ne l'apprécie habituellement pas

Pas que ça n'importe pas pour lui mais parce qu'il s'y est habitué

Ses parents lui ont offert son premier artefact magique car depuis "l'incident avec Pinnochio" il n'arrêtait pas de piquer des crises sur ce sujet

Ils pensaient qu'il en serait heureux et passerait à autre chose (mais on sait tous que ce n'est pas le cas)

Il l'a placé dans un petit coffre comme un trésor

Quand il a repris l'entreprise familiale c'est là qu'il a commencé à engager des voleurs pour lui récupérer d'autres artefacts magiques

NSFW (Je suppose ?)

Soit il est vierge soit il enchaîne les coups d'un soir les unes après les autres (mais il n'a pas le temps pour une relation ou même l'envie d'essayer)

Il s'ennuie aussi facilement au lit

Thank you again and stay tuned for more content about him ^^

And a little bonus sketch of my favorite big boy cause why not :

I also have relationship headcanons for him so i will post it in a few days!

#big jack horner #jack horner #puss in boots #puss in boots 2 #puss in boots the last wish #headcanons #literally my list of fanarts ideas to do of him grow everyday #next sketches are for next week

38 notes · View notes

mushiewrites · 9 months

Note

okay but seriously can you maybe go into what inspired you to write tiny boy big complaints, handsy hyperfixation (a classic), and the newest snf one?? and also maaaaybe the older one about teleporting if you wanna do that one too???

thank youuuuuu :))

- cal <333

from this milestone post / tiny boy big complaints / handsy hyperfixation / losing the battle winning the war / the troubles with teleporting

some of my favs in here <3

tiny boy big complaints my beloved ): and cals fav <3333 this fic is so special to me even though it's one of the lower note ones! it was actually a prompt sent in by cal (found here), so it's kind of hilarious to me it turned out to be his favorite one ):

I wanted george to be soft and tiny and I wanted dream to be soft but playful with him, and somehow I created one of my favorite things ever by doing so. I think this is another fic that I didn't really brainrot the concept with anyone, I am actually 99.9% positive I blacked out and wrote this entire thing and then made cal read it for me before I posted it and cal helped me pick the title tooooooo

cal is just the best is the bottom line actually :D this one was written for him and me and us and that's really all I can say about this one <3

- - - - - -

handsy hyperfixation was started december 26th, the morning after the dream team did their christmas stream, because I went completely insane over pictures of dreams hands (enjoy the blurry pictures <3)

then I sent these messages to cal (yes he is nick nelson) followed after I blacked out and wrote 4K words in one sitting:

then I let the fic sit until the end of february, and I finished it in the beginning of march. I will be honest, this one was absolutely 100000% a self indulgent fic, purely for myself and I didnt really care if I posted it or not. cal actually told me to name it "mushie's self indulgent hand fic", which....absolutely not....but it's correct. whatever. sue me, Im obsessed with dreams hands ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

this is my favorite thing I've ever written, it's my baby, it's 7.2K words for me and me alone lmfao. I actually was terrified to post it bc I didn't think anyone would read it, and now it's over 100 notes. I actually could cry thinking about how proud I am of it (even though I messed up some things in it, I don't care, I poured so much into this fic)

so yeah. that's handsy 🥺

- - - - - -

losing the battle winning the war was written 100% because of @wishitweresummer. this little idiot asked to commission me (which I said no to bc she's an idiot) bc she wanted to read about back of the neck raspberries....I wonder why? she also wanted it to be the first time george got back of the neck raspberries! cute, right? again....I wonder why :D

cal named it and its the perfect title tbh

summer requested for it to be playful and I know summer loves rough, so I made sure to really play up the snf fighting dynamic and I actually love what I created ):

she ALSO requested for george to struggle and be cocky, and for him to come out on top and completely destroy sap. she said she wanted it to be in a place that wasn't super common, a new spot for george to discover, and I adore the spot above the hip bc it's such a surprisingly sensitive spot! so that's how that was born

I truly just wrote this up to make sure I flustered the shit out of summer. I included things that people know get her and things that only I (and maybe one or two others) know about purely just to have summer yell at me for it :D

I love how this one turned out, targeted fics always turn out better to me for some reason <3

- - - - - -

the troubles with teleporting was the first time I ever wrote XD 🥺 this was a prompt that emma sent in, I can't find the actual prompt bc it was when my tumblr was a different name and the link is broken BUT

I remember just getting this idea to make the teleporting itself tk george at first instead of XD doing it right away, just bc I had the idea that it would kind of feel like when you go down a drop on a rollercoaster???? but a little more intense?

I also remember being super excited bc emma actually had the idea of the teleporting itself tkling instead of XD, but neither of us mentioned it to each other until after I wrote it that way! great minds think alike :D

again, it was my first time writing XD, and for those of you who don't know, XD is one of my all time favorite lers to read and write. I wanted to make sure I did XD justice, and I really love this silly lil fic, and how XD winds up just tkling the heck out of george at the end anyways (they even lifted george's arms up above his head while XD's bottom set got his ribs oh my goodness that was cruel huh 🫠)

the teases in this were pretty good too (':

#awkwardtickleetoo #asks #okay sorry this is like a novel but.........I explained it all didn't I #thank u again baby for sending in stuff ur the greatest ): <3 #i love the ones u sent in #u know how special handsy is to me and also tiny #ugh i love them sm #mushies 300 milestone

10 notes · View notes

martyfromgiant · 2 years

Text

like many, a league of their own has become my new hyperfixation and obsession (bc how could it not) but whenever i get attached to a show like this, it fills some sort of void within me by giving new representation, but for some reason leaves another behind.

aloto was amazing in that it was a new kind of representation we have never gotten before, so many queer leads, black queer and trans rep, a story told by and for queer people, relationships we deserved and didn’t have to wait a whole season for. i could talk about it all day long, about how groundbreaking this show is, about how much it means to me, and dreaming of possibilities and stories to be explored in a new season.

thankfully with aloto, there wasn’t a soul crushing ending. people were happy, max and esther were living their dream, carson and greta ended on a beautiful, bittersweet note. yes charlie saw it but doors were left open. no one died, no one got sent away. with queer people writing the show, i can’t imagine carson being put away, i imagine she leaves charlie if he doesn’t accept her (as i’ve seen in a lot of fan fics that i wholeheartedly agree with).

this contrasts endings like killing eve and the haunting of bly manor, but for some reason, a hole is still left. after killing eve and the haunting of bly manor, i felt empty and sad and cried my eyes out. it felt like i lost a piece of me seeing someone that represented a part of me dying and seeing the aftermath. there was none of that with aloto. the ending made me happy, people were happy, they formed so many beautiful relationships and the ending felt right.

i genuinely don’t know why i feel the way i do. am i sad i have to wait so long to see the characters again? am i sad i don’t have a support system and connection to my community like so many of the queer characters in the show did? am i jealous? am i mourning the fact that i won’t see more of this and that it wasn’t actually someone’s real life i saw play out in front of me? am i sad i’m not a part of the world? i mean it was fucking 1943 with the war and homophobia running high? i genuinely don’t know. what is happening to me??? i’m so confused.

it doesn’t help that i have no one in my life that strongly relates to me. sadly the population of lesbians my age in my suburban town is small. very very small. no one else seems to want to talk about these issues, talk about the new queer media and everything about it. my life in my queerness is not close to the worst it could be by any means. i have accepting family and friends and i’m in an area that is more or less accepting. sure i come across a few assholes but who doesn’t? but no one my age wants to spend hours and hours talking about aloto and killing eve and other groundbreaking queer media. the losses i feel when my beloved characters die, i face alone. i can scroll through tik tok and twitter and tumblr but it’s not the same as talking to someone about everything. someone my age who has the same interests i do. sure i don’t experience homophobia but not having fellow queer people and lesbians who want to dive into these worlds is so difficult. tumblr has become my only real connection to people like me who could talk about these little gay shows for hours and hours. a place where i can share my feelings and be passionate without a fear of judgement from the people around me. it’s nice to know other people get obsessed like i do. it doesn’t change the fact, however, that i have no tangible connection to my lesbian identity where other people feel the same as i do (don’t get me started on how much of a pain ass it has made dating). so i resort to pouring my head and soul out on this platforms in my silly little blog posts feeling my heart explode with each like, comment, and reblog i get, showing someone out there feels the way i do. there’s truly nothing like it and makes my obsession and passion feel a little more validated and my connection to the queer community a little stronger.

#a league of their own #carson x greta #aloto #greta gill #carson shaw #killing eve #lgbtq #wlw pride #wlw #queer community #the haunting of bly manor #queer media

74 notes · View notes