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nyoomerr · 2 days

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Normally, the community of Proud Immortal Demon Way can hardly be called as such. To call PIDW readers a ‘fandom’ would be akin to calling everyone who visited the same porn site a family. PeerlessCucumber is a loud exception, but in the end he’s still only an exception - by and large, people reading PIDW know exactly what they’re there for, and it certainly isn’t for any sense of shared enjoyment or community.

The community of people following PeerlessCucumber himself, however, is a whole different story.

PeerlessCucumber is the asshole single handedly responsible for at least seven different copypastas, the rich bastard that will pay an artist’s rent for a single picture of Luo Binghe if only the artist can tolerate his demands for constant revisions, the dictionary definition of an anti-fan.

He is also blissfully unaware of the absolute glee in which people take in riling him up. And in the age of the modern internet, nothing brings a group of strangers together like the opportunity to poke fun of a guy like that.

“How do I look?” HualingsWife whispers to her companions. They take a moment to scrutinize her, gaze lingering around her chest.

“I don’t know,” SwordsOfCultivators says, “I think the guy ahead of you let his robes drape open further.”

HualingsWife rolls her eyes. “If I let my robes drape open that far, I’d be disqualified - you know the rules are different for men.”

“It’s not like you’re looking to win, though,” XuanyuMeat says. “And the open chest is clearly effective.”

The three of them pause, turning to look at the stage from their spot in the wings. The competitor that came before HualingsWife is running through a series of poses that are slowly but surely allowing his robes to slip ever wider.

Two of the judges are watching with thinly veiled amusement - after several years of this tradition, they’ve gotten used to the chaos that PeerlessCucumber’s fans bring to these cosplay competitions.

The third judge is PeerlessCucumber himself, and he looks like he might be experiencing a serious health condition. A serious mental health condition, to be clear.

“- robes of inferior make! Binghe’s exposure is always purposeful, and artful, and it wouldn’t be because he was wearing robes that didn’t fit him! If you don’t care about dressing true to his character -!”

“Hm,” SwordsOfCultivators hums. “Is it just me, or is Peerless not being as harsh as he usually is? Do you think he’s finally losing some of his obsession with Luo Binghe?”

“He better not!” HualingsWife cries. “I’ve put way too much time and money into working on a cosplay for that awful porn book for him to lose interest right when I get my chance to join the torturing-Peerless-fun!”

“No, no,” XuanyuMeat says, shaking their head. “You heard his rants for the Luo Binghe cosplayers one through four - he was especially cruel to them! Look at his face now, that isn’t the face of someone losing interest!”

They turn back to the stage. Luo Binghe cosplayer number five - likely DickBiggerThanBinghe, if HualingsWife were to guess based on her limited interactions with him in the PeerlessWatchers discord chat - looks unbearably smug. His robes have fallen completely off his shoulders by now.

PeerlessCucumber, on the other hand, looks so red HualingsWife wouldn’t be surprised if she started seeing steam pouring out of his ears.

“Ah,” she says, understanding. “You think he’s recently finally realized his obsession with Luo Binghe isn’t that of a straight man’s?”

“I wouldn’t put it past him to get this flustered over a man’s exposed chest and still think it was caused purely by the outrage of seeing one of our ‘poorly done’ cosplays,” XuanyuMeat says wryly. They send HaulingsWife a pointed side eye. “So…”

“Oh yeah, I’m on it,” HualingsWife says, already loosening her robes further. “Just make sure to have the cameras ready to get the direct comparison of his reaction to a woman’s nip-slip versus the absolute conniption he’s going through now.”

“Please, he probably won’t even see it - he’ll probably get all awkward and look away like he does with any female cosplayer dressed in anything but a full body suit.”

“I think he’ll peek through his fingers anyway,” SwordsOfCultivators says gleefully. “He wouldn’t dare miss the chance to oggle another Luo Binghe cosplayer.”

On stage, DickBiggerThanBinghe finally waltzes off, having received his scoring from all three judges and a score from the back of the room where the group of PeerlessWatchers are sitting.

After all, none of them are really here for the actual cosplay competition. They only care about one thing: whoever can get the highest scoring Peerless rant about their cosplay will pay for dinner for everyone that night.

“Ohh, seven out of ten!” HualingsWife says, as the group PeerlessWatchers wave their scorecard around with glee. “The last time someone got scored that highly was when TofuBuns dared to cosplay as a half-dead Luo Binghe covered in wounds!”

“TofuBuns still has their display name set to ‘faithless mongrel undeserving of witnessing Binghes success’ in the discord server,” SwordsOfCultivators sighs. “I can only hope to one day trigger a Peerless rant so iconic.”

On stage, one of the judges glances down at the score sheet, sees that another Luo Binghe cosplayer is scheduled to come out next, and stifles a laugh before gesturing for HualingsWife to come on.

“No way I’m getting something that iconic my first try,” HualingsWife says, “but if I can get Peerless to make that hilarious choking noise he made the last time he saw a female-presenting Luo Binghe, I’ll count it as a win.”

#and for the record this is totally an AU in which one day bingge shows up and accidentally stumbles on stage while sy is judging #torn between bingge being the one guy sy can find no complaints with or if bingge should ALSO have to bear sy tearing his outfit apart tho #svsss #人渣反派自救系统 #scum villain's self saving system #fic drabble

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eveninggstar · 3 days

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Forever and Always

Ethan going to the aquarium

Summary: Max and you take your autistic son, Ethan, to an aquarium during a rare break from Max’s Formula One schedule. Despite a brief meltdown, the family’s patience and love help them navigate the day, reinforcing their strong bond through shared experiences.

Warnings: autistic child, autism, autism representation (I will remove this if people do not agree with it), sensory overload (not too descriptive)

(Please please please tell me if I have missed any)

A/N: hateful language toward people with autism or anything alike will be not tolerated and will be removed

If I have misinformed or showcased autism as something that is seen as offensive, don’t be afraid to call me out whether it’s in the requests box, messaging me privately, or commenting it. This is a personal experience to me, as I have autism and I heavily based Ethan on myself and my younger cousin who also has autism. I mean no harm or hate to anyone with autism, and I’m sorry if it comes across that way. Feedback is always encouraged whether it is negative or positive.

I have not put autism or anything associated with autism in the tags, seeing as I don’t want to distract people who view the tag with a story that they most likely won’t want to read a story, the only reason it is in the warnings is to inform whoever is reading this (the not warning warnings will be in purple, e.g autistic child)

In addition, I am planning to make this a series with no timeline (unless I state it) hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: dad!Max Verstappen x mum!reader

Mv1 Masterlist. Series Masterlist

The sun was just peeking over the horizon as you and Max guided your five-year-old son, Ethan, toward the entrance of the aquarium. Today was a special day, a rare break from Max’s grueling Formula One schedule, and you wanted to make the most of it.

Ethan bounced excitedly between the two of you, with Max holding his unmistakable racing helmet. The helmet, adorned with the same colors as Max’s Red Bull Racing gear, had become one of Ethan’s security blankets. However, it was more than just a helmet to him; it was a shield against the unpredictability of the world.

“Look, Daddy!” Ethan tugged your hand to point toward the aquarium, shaking the hand holding Max’s to get the attention he already had. “We’re here!” Ethan’s voice was a joyful shout, filled with the boundless energy that defined him. Sea creatures were his passion, and the thought of seeing them up close had him practically vibrating with excitement.

Max smiled down at his son, ruffling the boy’s hair. “Yeah, buddy, we’re here. Are you ready to see some turtles?”

Ethan’s eyes lit up, nodding his head erratically. Then he turned to you, “Mama, Mama!”

“Yes, my love?” You looked down at him, your heart melting all over again—like it had for the past five years.

“Did you see if there are red-eared slider turtles?” He flashed some puppy dog eyes up at you, accompanied by a pouted lip.

“I’m not so sure, baby,” you spoke softly, looking around the car park to make sure no cars were coming. “I’m sure we can ask the receptionist if there are any.” You smiled at him, hoping not to disappoint him. He nodded, puppy dog eyes fading, replaced by a small smile on his lips.

You looked up at Max, seeing practically the exact same face, only with a very love-stricken smile gracing his face. Breaking out of the love trance you had put him under, he looked down at Ethan. “What are you looking forward to seeing the most?”

Ethan’s eyes sparkled at the thought of seeing his favorite creatures. “Oh-oh-oh!” His mind started running, “Otters! And sharks! And dolphins! And—” His words came in a rush, too fast for his little mouth to keep up with.

You looked up again to see Max, the pair of you silently acknowledging the importance of today. Ethan’s world was built on routine and predictability, and outings like this could be challenging. But his love for sea creatures made it worth the effort.

Inside, the aquarium was a wonderland of aquatic life. The scent of saltwater and the soft murmur of flowing water greeted you as the three of you stepped through the doors. When asking the man at the front desk about the—

“Red-eared slider turtles.” Ethan peeked up at you, louder than he would usually be in front of people he didn’t know, causing you to be incredibly proud of your little boy—it may have not been to the worker, but it was a significant change you hoped could aid in social situations.

“They are number six on the map here.” The man helpfully laid down a map with numbered spots for each exhibit. “Next to the otter exhibit.” At the sound of the word “otters,” Ethan squealed and jumped up and down, forcing Max’s arm to jump with him.

After thanking the receptionist, you walked away, going into exhibit number one. Ethan’s hand slipped into yours, his grip squeezing three times as he took in the sights and sounds around him.

The first exhibit was filled with a giant tank of colorful fish darting among coral reefs. Ethan rushed over, leaving yours and Max’s grasp to press his hands harshly against the glass. Shortly realizing it caused him slight pain, he pulled away so only his fingertips grazed the cold glass. His breath fogged up the surface as he watched the fish with rapt attention. Max knelt beside him, pointing out the different species.

“What’s that one?” Max pointed to an orange, black, and white fish. You knew he knew the name of it, yet you weren’t surprised as the only person he wouldn’t ‘Maxsplain’ to was Ethan.

“That’s a clownfish!” Your son briefly looked over to where his dad was pointing. “Like Nemo,” he gave a toothy grin after referencing his favorite movie.

“And what about that one?” He asked again, his voice still carrying the gentleness that was reserved for his son.

Ethan reached up to hold Max’s finger. “The blue one?” He furrowed his brows, seeing a school of fish in the direction Max was pointing. Max nodded, closing his hand to hold Ethan’s as he held Max’s finger. “Oh. That’s a tang fish.”

You took a quick picture of the two as you marveled at the bond between them, strengthened by shared moments like this.

The day progressed smoothly as you moved from one exhibit to the next. Ethan’s excitement was infectious, drawing the attention of other visitors who couldn’t help but smile at the skipping little boy.

But as you approached the otter exhibit, a crackling announcement came over the loudspeaker. “Attention, visitors: Due to unforeseen circumstances, the otter show will be delayed by thirty minutes. We apologize for any inconvenience.”

You felt Ethan stiffen beside you, rapidly placing his hand into your own with an incredibly strong grip for a five-year-old. His eyes darted around, and you could see the beginnings of panic in his expression. Routine was everything to Ethan, and any disruption could lead to a meltdown.

Max immediately noticed the change in Ethan’s demeanor. He crouched down in front of him, placing a hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Hey, buddy, it’s okay. We can wait and see the otters a little later.” He began to rub his thumb back and forth. “If you want to, we can wait here for the otters. See the other creatures after?”

Max’s words, although sweet and showcasing his care, were futile. Ethan’s breathing had already quickened, his eyes wide with fear. He dropped to the floor, covering his ears with his hands. The world was too loud, too bright, too overwhelming.

You joined Max and your son on the floor, softly retrieving Ethan’s helmet from Max. “Ethan, it’s okay. We’re here with you. Breathe with me, remember?” You brushed his head softly, bringing your hand down to his own to bring to your chest, breathing in and out. “Helmet?” you brought said helmet clearly into his eye line. Ethan’s arms quickly reached for it and used the same speed to put the helmet on.

You brought his hand back to your chest and began to count, breaths slow and deliberate, hoping he would match your rhythm. Max sat beside you, hand now rubbing Ethan’s back slowly, as he watched the beautiful bond between a mother and her child. Slowly, Ethan’s breathing began to sync with yours, his body relaxing ever so slightly.

“It’s okay, Ethan,” Max murmured, thankful that no one had come over to cause the situation to escalate. “We’ll wait right here with you.”

As the minutes passed, Ethan’s meltdown gradually subsided. He leaned into you, his helmeted head resting against your shoulder. You exchanged a relieved glance with Max, grateful for his patience and understanding.

The three of you had been sitting calmly against a wall marked with various cartoonified sea animals as Ethan watched a YouTube video of multiple Finding Nemo trailers. You and Max were talking quietly about nothing over the concentrated boy, then receiving the news that the delay had finally ended.

The otter show finally began. Ethan’s eyes lit up as the playful creatures performed their tricks, splashing and diving with effortless grace. Laughter bubbled from him underneath the helmet, the earlier distress forgotten in the face of such joy as he couldn’t sit still in the blue seats.

After the show, you guided Ethan to a quieter area of the aquarium where he could watch the sea turtles and his red-eared slider turtles. The sea turtles glided gracefully through the water, their movements slow and deliberate. Ethan was entranced, his fingers tracing the glass as he followed their every move.

Max wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. The pair of you didn’t take your eyes off of him, basking in the warmth his joy brought you. “You’re amazing with him,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You smiled, resting your head against his chest as you maneuvered in front of him. “So are you. He’s lucky to have you as his dad.”

Max kissed the top of your head, his eyes swirling with the love he had for you and Ethan. “We make a pretty good team.” He spoke into your hair, quiet enough for it to only be shared by the pair of you.

As the day continued, you found yourselves exploring more exhibits, each one a new adventure for Ethan. His excitement was contagious, and you couldn’t help but be drawn into his world, seeing everything through his eyes.

Later, in the cafeteria, you all sat down for a much-needed break. Luckily, there wasn’t much effort needed for Ethan to remove the helmet so he could munch on his favorite snacks. Max watched him with a proud smile, his own meal forgotten for the moment.

“I think this was a good idea,” Max smiled toward you.

“You think?” You furrowed your brows, joking with your boyfriend.

He rolled his eyes, “I know this was a good idea.” He looked toward Ethan as he crunched on the celery sticks, while kicking his feet and tilting his head side to side. “He’s having a great time.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand. “I know so too. It’s good for him to have experiences like this when you’re home.”

As the day drew to a close, you found yourselves back at the entrance of the aquarium. Ethan was tired but happy, his head resting on Max’s shoulder as he drifted off to sleep.

You walked beside him, your heart full. Today had been a reminder of the strength of your family, the unbreakable bond that held you together. Autism was a part of your lives, but it didn’t define you. It was just one aspect of the beautiful, complex tapestry that made up your family.

As you reached the car, Max carefully placed Ethan in his seat, tucking a sea life-patterned blanket around him. You leaned to kiss your son’s forehead, whispering a soft goodnight. Max replicated this, his eyes filled with tenderness.

The drive home was quiet, the only sound being the gentle hum of the engine and Ethan’s soft breathing. You reached over to take Max’s hand, your fingers intertwining. He glanced over at you, his eyes filled with love and gratitude.

“We did good today,” he said softly.

You nodded, pressing a long kiss against the back of his hand to showcase your heart swelling with pride and love. “Yeah, we did. We’re a team, forever and always.”

Max smiled, his grip squeezing three times. “Forever and always.”

#max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen x you #red bull f1 #red bull racing #dad!max Verstappen #mum!reader #mom!reader

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seramilla · 2 days

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More angst for the Homophobic Heaven AU:

The Exterminations, and therefore the Exorcists, didn't exist until thousands of years after Carmilla's fall. When they DID begin Carmilla and a few other Fallen Angels tried to fight back, only to be stopped and teleported away by Lucifer. He told them that the Exterminations were to cut down the sinner population, and while some of them questioned this decision, most accepted it.

Carmilla, on the other hand, was furious. And after the other Fallen have left, demanded to know which idiotic Elder decided that EXTERMINATION was a good idea. Only for Lucifer to tell her that SERA was the one who signed off on it. Carmilla refused to belive this, the Sera she knew and loved WOULD NEVER. Maybe she was just the one that the Elders put forth to negotiate the term? Yeah that MUST be it. Because if not... NO, her Sera would never agree to something this barbaric.

For Clara and Odette in this AU, I was thinking maybe they're Zestial's. After a couple of Beetlejuice Carmilla and Zestial get "acquainted" which results in the twins. They don't get together but they still remain good friends. Like an amicably divorced couple. He knows Carmilla is still in love with Sera and while he fills in the Father role for the girls, he makes sure to tell them stories that Carmilla told him of Sera, their other Mama.

"What do you mean Sera is responsible? She would never do this! I refuse to believe it!"

Carmilla stands before Lucifer Morningstar, king of Hell, embodiment of Pride, who is sitting on his throne, looking toward him as if he doesn't have the power to rip her asunder with a mere twitch of his claws. The amount of rage and anguish she feels at his words, the sense of outright betrayal and disbelief coursing through her body, give her a sense of bravery and defiance that any of the other embodiments of Sin simply wouldn't tolerate from their subjects.

But this is Lucifer. Her friend, her former comrade in arms, her brother, allowing her to show this much insubordination. Because he knows how she must feel, and it's not like he can fault her for it. Not one bit. Not when this news is so personal.

"Carmilla. I know this may be difficult to hear. But this information comes directly from the Elders. While someone may not be telling me the entire truth...until I hear otherwise, I have to work under the assumption that it's true."

"NO! It's not true! It can't be true! She's not that cruel!"

He's never seen so much anger in Carmilla's eyes before. Never so much raw grief and lack of composure; not from one of his oldest and closest friends. He can tell this is eating her up inside. Whether it's true or not, he can't say, but the news is having the likely intended effect on Carmilla. Heaven had wanted to wear them all down. What better way to do that, than for the source of the misery to be coming from the one Carmilla loves most?

Carmilla's companion, the demon spider Zestial, places a large, gangly black claw on the woman's shoulder. He's been standing behind her the entire time, trying not to get in the way of official angel business. He's only a Sinner, but Carmilla will rarely go anywhere without him, these days. Lucifer has permitted his presence, for her sake. He's quiet, studious, and well-behaved enough, for a Sinner. It's the least he can do.

Unfortunately, the ancient Sinner's attempt to comfort her doesn't work as well as he'd probably hoped. Carmilla steps forward, away from Zestial and closer to Lucifer. Getting up in his face. Breathing hard; pupils blown wide; for all the world like she wants to slap him.

She doesn't. It's not his fault. What good would it do, anyway? Squabbles among siblings is so beneath her. It would lead to nothing except more pain and anger between the two of them. It would accomplish nothing and make her feel even worse than she does right now.

She steps back again, her claws clenching even tighter together, and turns around to face away from him.

"I have some business I need to attend to," Lucifer says, looking up at her back that is now facing him, trying to distill the tension by offering himself a way out. "Again, I'm so sorry, Carmilla. You can stay here as long as you need to, to...compose yourself. I'll keep the others away."

Lucifer is gone in the time it takes to blink. He's teleported himself away from Carmilla's presence, not even bothering to use the door to his throne room. He likely doesn't want the others to catch a glimpse of Carmilla in her moment of weakness. She mentally thanks him for that, at the very least. Carmilla knows the way she's acting is very unbecoming. It's not like her at all.

But how is she supposed to act. When he...when Lucifer had...when he'd told her that news?

Without the presence of her king forcing her to keep it together, Carmilla's composure quite literally shatters. The woman can almost feel her heart being torn in two, as easily as someone might rip a piece of paper. With a sob of anguish, she falls apart, in every sense that a person can. Instead of collapsing onto the floor, which would be easier, she rushes toward Zestial, his arms already open and bringing her in to be sheltered by his heated embrace.

Carmilla cries, she wails, into the obsidian of his robes. He just holds her there, stroking her hair comfortingly, letting the long, loose strands flow through his claws like water.

Carmilla hadn't even had time to fix her hair this morning. That's how little she'd cared about the usual decorum of these angelic meetings. She'd told him she needed to talk to Lucifer right now, it couldn't wait, and he'd dropped everything, and teleported her right into the throne room with the seven Deadly Sins. Her and Zestial's presence hadn't exactly been...expected, but Lucifer had tolerated it. For her.

Now, as Carmilla's tears begin to soak into his robe, she grasps into the dark material with her claws, pulling a little too hard, until the fabric starts to rip. Zestial doesn't stop her, though. His robes have been through worse, and he's rather talented with a spinning wheel, so he'll just deal with it later. This is so much more important.

"How could she?" Carmilla weeps into his chest. "How could she, Zestial?"

"My dearest Carmilla," the old spider says, holding her closer to him with both arms. The hand on the back of her head strokes her neck. "We know not yet if the king spake truth, or if Heaven doth but jest with thee. Have faith, Carmilla."

"How?" Carmilla asks, bluntly. "How do I have faith in anything anymore?"

"When we are lost, and all doth seem hopeless, faith is all that remains. Heaven shall employ any wiles to make all appear for naught. Believe them not now."

Carmilla starts to calm. The familiar smell of him, the smoke and ash wafting off the Sinner's body, is both familiar and comforting. She knows he speaks truth; Heaven cannot be trusted. It is not without precedent for them to say anything to drive a wedge between the fallen angels, or make it seem so hopeless, there's no use in fighting back. Carmilla is so embarrassed of herself. Like a child, she'd lashed out, and taken it out on Lucifer. Leave it to her oldest, dearest friend and companion to have more logic than herself.

Ever since she'd manifested down here, after Heaven had pushed her out, Zestial had been one of the few non-angels she's trusted. He's always been so different, more human, for lack of a better comparison, than any of her comrades that had fallen before her. They had changed too much, too drastically, for her to even recognize them at first. They'd lost their spark, their will to fight back...

Zestial, however, is a soul with as much wisdom as some of the angels in Heaven. He'd never lost his will to fight. In fact, it's one of the reasons he's lasted so long down here, and become such a powerful overlord. He knows when to show his hand, and also when to take a step back and assess. When to scheme, when to plan, and when to retreat. That's part of what she likes about him.

The fact that he's kind, patient, and loyal to a fault, is another reason. As well as the fact that he loves her so thoroughly, so passionately, and shows it, is yet another. She tries not to compare him to Sera, because they are absolutely not even remotely the same, but the way he holds her, kisses, her, makes love to her...it reminds her of her lost love, and the way she felt around Sera back in Heaven. But not quite. He is his own person, and had known going into this that there is still baggage there, that Carmilla still loves Sera, and yet...

He still holds her. Comforts her. Gives everything to the children they brought into the world together. Helps her keep that memory of Sera, a woman he's never met, alive for them, through his stories and fanciful tales. He doesn't have to do any of that. Gets absolutely nothing out of it except for Carmilla's endless gratitude and satisfaction. But maybe that's why he does it... Helping her and being there for her makes him happy. Carmilla doesn't think she'll ever be able to repay him.

Once Carmilla is calm, and she can look up at him with minimal new tears falling from her eyes, she can see his face is sad. But for her benefit, he smiles, ever so slightly, in that crooked, adorable way that he does. He pushes her hair behind her ear, away from her face, and then holds her cheek in his hand, to stroke it lightly.

"Fret not, Carmilla. All will become clear. Let us return to Odette and Clara. They are likely concerned for thee."

Carmilla nods. Once again, he's most likely correct. They'd left in such a hurry that morning, they hadn't had time to let the girls know where they were going.

"Okay," Carmilla says. "You're right. Let's go back."

Zestial nods in return, and then bends down, placing a final kiss to her forehead. It's not...romantic, per se, or platonic, either. It's somewhere in between. Or on a different plane entirely. It's hard to put a word to what their relationship is. But that's fine. They don't need a name for it. They are exactly what they need to be for each other, at this particular moment in time.

Pulling away, Carmilla wipes the remaining tears from her eyes. Then Zestial re-opens the portal, so they can go home to their girls, and rest off the stress of the day.

(Edit: Tagging @tanema123 cuz I know they love these two goobers, and who knows when I’ll dip my toe into Zestmilla again, Lmao)

#hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #lucifer morningstar #zestial hazbin hotel #sera hazbin hotel #seramilla #zestmilla #odette hazbin hotel #clara hazbin hotel #ask #fan theories #carmilla fell later au

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yandere-daydreams · 18 hours

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Honestly i can't choose just one over the others because in general, especially in the romantic/horny self-insert fanfiction side of Fandom, most characters are written into a one-size-fits-all archetype of an Appealing Partner with the only characteristic that tends to distinguish them being. Their names. It's honestly an issue that I try to avoid when I write fanfic because you can make their position as a partner deeply personal to their character!!!! Especially when they're just weirdo freaks!! but like.no. everyone wants tumblr daddy dom #229942920 😔

i do want to defend the practices and traditions of my people but,,,, yeah T-T i think it's a combination of a lot of new writers not really knowing how to communicate different kinds of personalities + people being very into the aesthetics of a character and not necessarily the minutia of their canon personality, but either way, the result is usually a lot of very pornographic, very 'he would NOT say that' fics. i understand the frustration, but unfortunately it is an essential part of the fandom eco-system and therefore the daddy doms must be tolerated.

#personal #anon ask

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reachexceedinggrasp · 1 year

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Omg, thank you for replying to my ask. (*/ω＼*) Yay so excited to hear about your Lokane fic! Such a Heraklean effort! I have a similar problem with a novel-length WIP, actually near the same emotional peak and I really think it must be that last final push that's almost harder than anything else - in a way I don't want to finish mine! I had a similar rule about not starting other WIP's so I have a document where I've amassed everything I'm not writing, and that's helped me a little because it feels like I've 'done' something so I can do other stuff haha.

Regarding Solas/Lavellan: don't worry about a disappointing response, to be totally honest I was a bit worried you already didn't like it (though wanted to know what emotional chord didn't work for you), but the fact you're not familiar with it is almost kind of better!! It's one of those pairings for me that manages to hit the epic romance notes and actually consummate the romance and then affirm the narrative importance, which is already pretty hard to do with a video game (and often times I'm left disappointed by pairings grounded primarily in potential). I can't really reveal too much about Solas because learning about him is the journey but if you like your trickster god/vulnerability/concealed pain/the dinan'shiral (the Journey of Death) that love endures against etc. it's all there. A non-spoilery detail I like about him is that sometimes when he talks he speaks in iambic pentametre or the musical notes of Hallelujah, so there's a poeticism to him and subtlety to his character execution that I just love.

I think the only drawback to Solas/Lavellan is that because it's a game it's more of a time investment and you also need the Trespasser DLC for full effect, but honestly you can watch it on YouTube lol. There's a lot of lore that enhances the pairing as well. I don't think you need to really play the first two games to 'get it', but I generally enjoy Bioware games and I think they're both fun experiences. The Solas/Lavellan romance also doesn't have an awkwardly animated sex scene, if that puts you off like it does me, though it's not entirely lacking eroticism.

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I love this thank you hahahaha.

If you ever get around to playing Dragon Age or watching the romance on YouTube, I look forward to hearing your thoughts on it, though my curiosity is now successfully sated! Thank you! (Hopefully my ask doesn't come off as pressuring you to get into it... mostly I'm just surprised/happy you didn't know much about it hahah!)

Also, as one final departing remark, yes, I'm actually the same regarding genuinely Nice Guy/Ingenue/Bad Boy, but I don't really gravitate towards that dynamic because it can come off as a bit superficial to me and I cannot STANDDDD love triangles unless it was only ever a matter of who she 'should' be with versus whom she really wants, it has to be true love soulmatism or I cry!!!

Hope you have a lovely day and good luck with fic writing!

Yeah, I pretty much know some memes about Solas and that he apparently betrays the PC somehow. And people debate his motives and level of sincerity a lot. But I know so little about the plot that I've forgotten most of the details I ever came across. Poetry is a selling point! but I really can't say whether I will vibe with the ship or not based on what I know. The sad murder boy really has to hit a specific way for me.

Yes, exactly! I feel exactly the same way about love triangles. I talked about this before, but I hate them unless they're the forgone conclusion kind where it's not about who she actually loves (because this is never in doubt), it's about whether she's going to choose love over pragmatism or whether true love will conquer outside circumstances, etc. I think it was in my first ramble about Fated to Love You, which is a great example. All three characters know Mi Young is in love with Gun, the tension is always about whether they will overcome both the internal and external obstacles separating them and take the risk for true love or if she'll settle for playing it safe in a platonic pseudo-relationship with Daniel where her heart can't be broken.

If there's genuinely romantic feelings for more than one person and the middle point is not just in denial about where their heart lies, I'm out lol.

Ditto! ;)

#I see a lot of people complain they don't like love triangles bc both branches are clearly not equally valid options #but yeah that's the only way I tolerate them #when the dichotomy is idealism/pragmatism or true love/duty or scary true love/safe complacency then it's a great device #because those are great character struggles and set us up nicely for True Love Conquers All #but 'I don't know which boy I like better' is the worst fucking plot of all time #if that's really what's in question then I don't care you are boring #the triangle has to be actually about something else or it can fuck off #the conflict for me needs to be about whether the soulmates will get to be together and fully realised as people #not 'will this mundane relationship (other options are available) work out okayish?'#go big or go home #'we're compatible but I could take it or leave it' is the death knell for my interest in a ship #when people write fic like that about my OTPs it's the most weirdly demoralising experience #bring me the massive emotions and spicy melodramatic devotion or bring me death #there's nothing worse than beige unromantic romance #it's better to go way over the top than to be '''realistic''' like that

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