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heartfullofleeches · 11 months

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Actor Reader has totally sane and normal(ish) fans - until they take on the role of a deranged, lovesick and deadly stalker in an upcoming thriller film. Seeing their favorite innocent sweetheart who was know for their rolls as the quirky best friend or timid love interest as the masked maniac after the literal heart of their on-screen darling drives them while. Actor Reader does best as a method actor and has a dear friend that definitely isn't obsessed with them and let's them perform on them whenever they please - the buried roots of their love for the actor sprouting as they hit so close to home without realizing. Poor babe gets sent addresses and security lock codes infan letters to do with as they please.

Actor Reader: haha.... HAHAHA.... Sweetheart - you mind if I call you sweetheart? Doesn't matter how you feel anymore after everything you put me through. All these years I've given to you and you've given nothing in return.... Not anymore, baby..... Hehe, so how was that? Got a little carried away, but - are you okay?

Yan Friend, on the verge of tears: You haven't been reading my diary have you?

Yan Fan: Liking creepy slashers is disgusting!

[Later, taking a picture with actor Reader does in full costume]

Actor Reader: C'mon, Sweetheart - smile pretty for the camera.

Yan Fan: ... This has awakened several things within me. That aside, can you wrap your hand around my throat for the next picture.

[Cue the big premier where all actor reader's fans are watching the big climax where they're stabbed in the chest by the lead role]

Actor Reader: Sweetheart...don't you realize everything I've done is for you? I just wanted to picture a reality where we had a chance together, without anyone getting in our way...... You ungrateful bitch. Don't leave me.... Don't leave me!

[The theater breaks out in heartbroken sobs as their angel falls motionless on the kitchen floor.]

"I'd let you kidnap me!"

"I don't even have any friends, but I'll make some if it'd make you that jealous!"

[Actor Reader comes home to find a fan handcuffed to their bedframe]

Actor Reader: W-who are you? What are you doing in my house?!

Yan Fan: Why, you don't have a basement so I thought the bedroom would be the next best thing. I won't try to run away from you like they did, but if I did you'd punish anyway me right?.... Hey - don't run off! I threw away the keys!

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere x reader #actor reader

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lucydonato · 3 months

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what do you think the "internalized" part means. answer quickly.

okay so let me help you out real quick. when I said I was "projectile vomiting" about her going out with "a woman who isn't me" I was not LITERALLY projectile vomiting. I was simply employing this rhetorical device known as "hyperbole." it's like an exaggeration, sometimes people use it for comedic purposes, as was the case here, when I was having a right little giggle about how a girl who I once believed to be straight was NOT straight, yet this did not change anything about my secret crush. because it's kind of ironic (that's another rhetorical device that gets used for comedy a lot)

I literally have not done anything except talk about it on tumblr but luckily I am not your friend so it's not your problem ✌︎︎

what part of "you don't know me, you don't know her, and you don't know the 10+ years of history between us" did you not understand? it is absolutely not the same thing because I am not making MY feelings into HER problem. I am venting about them (sometimes even humorously, which seems to have flown over your head) ON MY OWN PERSONAL BLOG. WHICH SHE DOES NOT READ. do you also oppose the concept of keeping a diary?

there is clearly NO explanation I can give about this situation that you'll approve of, since you've already decided that you have "the ick" from it, and I really don't care if you think I sound a certain way. I know my life, I know my feelings, and I know my friendship with her. you don't. end of story.

okay now THIS part reminds me of an anon I got a while ago that said I was probably "a nightmare to have in class" or something to that effect. I have no idea if you're the same person but I do know that I said back then that I didn't appreciate those comments and I don't appreciate them now either. yes I DO take my classes seriously, and I DO want to be successful, and I DO (anxiously) wait for grades to be posted, and I DO get annoyed when other people cause distractions for the rest of us. and sometimes I even have the audacity to complain and joke about it on my own blog. fucking sue me. do you really think that every time I post a screenshot with the caption "give me my grades boy" I'm being completely serious? do you think I'm banging down the professor's door and whining because I'm god's most favoritest most specialest princess who deserves every single grade before anyone does anything? I assure you that I'm not. and for all your concern about me "missing social cues" (which I won't deny) you seem to be missing more than a few yourself if you take every single thing I post about my life at face value.

anyway! I'm blocking you now xoxo

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yumedoca · 2 months

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I've finished the episode and I am literally crying. No, this is not an exaggeration, I am actually crying and I don't think I've literally straight up cried for an episode like this since 'Since your parting' and I'm crying much more than I cried back then. It was beautiful, thank you David Productions, it was perfect. It is now my favorite story in the remake now (it was already my favorite in the manga anyways).

I've already analyzed the story entirely here but I want to talk more about my favorite bits and addition in the remake (and other stuff)..

Nozomi's diary entry at the start was done so beautifully. The vibe which comes across is so soft and innocent, perfectly showing of Nozomi's pure heart. The soft coloring, the music, how they showed the writing, her voice acting (and the snow globe 😭) It honestly felt like I was watching another anime..

Speaking of the music, it seems like they made new BGM for this episode and let's just say, it's perfect..

..and the animation quality is just superb..

Oh my gosh, the way Nozomi becomes sad when he's unable to hold her hand... poor Nozomi :'(

Ataru commenting on how the scarf has his initial on it. As an artist, I can say it make people really happy when someone else points out the details in their work so I'm sure it made Nozomi really happy too..

Also, I love the colors for everything Nozomi made. I think it's a combo of the of original anime and manga's versions, which is very cute.

I love the addition of people not being able to see Nozomi, making Ataru seem like a loon. It makes him look stupid (while also wearing winter accessories during summer) but he doesn't care..

The whole date is so damn cute by the way, I think I was already tearing up by this point..

The whole moment where Nozomi was in the dark, I was literally screaming for Ataru to come out and be with her cuz I couldn't stand seeing her like that.. the poor girl..

Nozomi's soft smile as she rests in peace.. and now I'm crying again...

One detail I love which isn't remake original is how proud Sakura and Cherry are of Ataru after the date, like they didn't have much faith in him about him not breaking her heart at first but now they are very much proud of him..

"I'm gonna keep it on a little longer."

YEAH I AM NOT OKAY

The way Lum looks at him in the final scene.. You just know this is when she fell in love with him all over again..

"Maybe I should become a ghost too."

"What? Don't be stupid."

😭😭😭

Yup, I'm crying the second time after rewatching it (for writing this post)..

This is actually now one of my favorite episodes of all time now, no kidding. Ataru Moroboshi, you very sweet boy, I love you so very much..

#yucawatches #urusei yatsura #うる星やつら #urusei yatsura 2022 #ataru moroboshi #nozomi #lum #sakura #cherry #god i love them sm #so very much...

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chongoblog · 1 year

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FUCK IT IM GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE PRESTIGE (2006) WHICH IS MY FAVORITE MOVIE EVER

Okay this was originally just gonna be a silly addition to a shitpost but I'm dedicating a whole ass post so I can gush about The Prestige (2006), which is my favorite movie of all time.

Before I go into it, here's what it's about. Some of you may be familiar with the plot of The Prestige, but for those of you who aren't, do not be alarmed, the summary that you're about to read is considered safe. And any spoilers are after the read more.

The Prestige is a movie directed by Christopher Nolan, who also did Memento, Inception, and Dark Knight, which are all also incredible, but I'll save rambles on those for a later day or for a white guy who makes film-based video essays on Youtube. The story revolves around two rival magicians played by Hugh Jackman and Christian Bale, leading to it being called "Batman vs. Wolverine: Magic Edition ft. David Bowie". Oh yeah also David Bowie is in this as Nikola Tesla. The movie opens with a magic show that ends with the death of Wolverine, with Batman being the primary suspect. The story is framed as Batman reading through Wolverine's diary in jail as they attempt to learn one another's tricks.

Just like any magic show, learning the secret to the tricks reframes parts of the movie, so I'm putting the actual analysis behind this spoiler cut. If you haven't seen The Prestige yourself, PLEASE find a way to watch it. I can't recommend it enough.

Okay, now that the noobs are gone, I'm gonna refer to them by Angier and Borden instead of Wolverine and Batman. And now that you know the twist because you TOTALLY didn't open the read more without watching it, we'll call the surviving Borden twin "Fallon", since the difference between the two twins is a very big part of the movie.

Before I go into anything I'm gonna say this miscellaneous thing because I literally just realized it after loving this movie for YEARS. This story contains the feud of two visionaries who constantly sabotaged and stole from one another while they tried to do amazing things in their field, and such a feud led to some significant violence. But anyway, enough talking about Tesla and Edison, let's get onto the actual story of Angier and Borden. (As snarky as that comparison was, it really adds to the speeches Tesla gives Angier, along with the parallel between cats and birds but thats a whole other rant)

One thing I adore about the movie is that it addresses a theme of sacrifice in exchange for spectacle. Sacrifices had to be made in order to put on a show. Borden obviously knew this perfectly well, since he was actively playing out that sacrifice. But Angier was obsessed with discovering a way to bypass that sacrifice. You can see this with how Borden's far less bothered by killing birds while Angier has Cutter create contraptions to save the birds. Angier begins to understand the sacrifice while using a double, but even the sacrifice of being under the stage while the audience applauds is too much for him. In the end, Angier DOES sacrifice, but also doesn't. His sacrifice isn't half of his life in the way Borden/Fallon's is (with each one living half of a life), but living half of the life by way of Russian Roulette (with entering the machine either killing him or letting him live his full life). Ironically the "die or live a full life" thing comes back for the Borden/Fallon combo in the end.

And you could be forgiven for thinking that perhaps since Angier is attempting to find a way to create spectacle without harm, he's in the right here. After all, in the end, the only thing he's truly sacrificing is himself. While Borden/Fallon's lifelong sacrifice had a dramatic impact on Sally and Olivia (the two main characters who truly did nothing wrong and did not deserve this), if Angier just did this trick and called it a day, it wouldn't hurt anyone except his own clones, which seemed to accept the coin flip. But the other aspect of Angier (and to a somewhat lesser extent Borden, and to an WAY LESSER extent Fallon) is obsession with being the best. And in terms of that particular theme, I think that the film says all it needs to about that.

I'm sure I could go on, but I've spent the last few days adding more and more to this draft so I figure I should just let it go into the world. I love this movie so so much you guys.....

#the prestige #ramblings

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wireman-au · 9 months

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SWAP COMPLETE.

Your name is Bdubs. You are currently sitting on a bench on the street in your coworker's neighborhood. About a block down the road, there's a bar you've personally decided must at least be a little evil. On either side of you, your coworkers are mother henning you. It's unnecessary. They both know you've done this song and dance before.

They both hate you've done this song and dance before.

Whatever. Two more years and you're done with your contractual obligations, and you'll have enough hazard pay that you and Etho and Cleo can all go retire to like, you don't know, a town outside a ski resort in Colorado or something. Live where all them rich, fancy celebrities live. Or, well, maybe not that, but retire to the country and you can finally actually use that architecture degree you sold your soul for. Maybe.

Anyway, none of that matters that much, given that, at the moment, you're still reeling from both having briefly been someone else (what?) and also no longer having a migraine (this should be fine but it's weirder than you thought it would be).

"I'm going to do it. I'm going to kill a general of the United States Army," mutters Cleo. "I'm actually going to do it."

"Chill out!" you shout, irritated.

"You chill out! I just watched you nearly collapse for no reason but the thing they put in your neck!"

"Yeah, well, it's supposed to help me be better, isn't it? Wouldn't'a done it if there weren't upsides."

"Oh, I can name a few reasons they would--"

"Wouldn't'a sent me out on a mission if there weren't upsides, or at least, few enough downsides to make it worth it," you clarify. Cleo shuts her mouth and looks away. Yeah. Okay. Okay.

You take stock of everything that's happened since you left base two days ago:

You've been dizzy.

You've been nauseous.

You've been having trouble sleeping--weird, because you could fall asleep on a bed of nails directly in front of stadium lights, but there you are.

You've been getting migraines.

You've been--weird. You don't know how to put it. You've been weird. Cleo knows it. You know it. You're pretty sure in the like, three hours worth of talking you've done to Etho today, he knows it.

There's been something scratching at the back of your head, like it's trying to get in.

It's stopped. You don’t think that’s because it’s gone. You suspect it’s because it won.

You have to admit Cleo has a point. You aren't going to say anything, though. She's already mad enough she might commit a federal crime and get you both disappeared for, you aren't sure, threatening the integrity of classified military experiments? Like, you're not sure you own the thing they implanted in you, which is--

Which is--

Focus. It doesn't matter for today. For right now. As long as you stop Cleo from committing a murder, you're probably all good.

"Uhh, guys, you two... okay?" Etho asks.

"Peachy," you say. "Don't even have a headache anymore."

"I hate that they do this to you," Cleo says.

"Yeah, uh, count me in. Towards. The hating things," Etho says awkwardly. God, you love that man. No one else could declare his loyalty so badly. "So I guess you're allergic to alcohol now or something?"

"What? No, that can't be it," you say. "I refuse. If I don't get a beer after this I'm suing."

Cleo huffs. "Well, if I have to perform CPR because you try to drink a beer, that's not my fault."

"Oh, screw you."

A shudder runs through your skull. It rings like a bell. You stick out your tongue and don't say anything yet; you'll put it down in the stupid diary later.

[CONNECTION GRANTED.]

Besides, the sooner you get your current job done, the sooner you can go home and ignore all of this.

#FILE #SUBJECT: bdubs #unreality

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chezzabellesworld · 4 months

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Being a Leo is on Leo rising I can tell you many times it's exhausting many other factors come into life and I haven't added it with the other signs but once certain things passing you go through certain ages of your life things change and you grow up and you go for your certain return but here is so far anyway for Leo's as I see it.

We are obsessed with our appearance to narcissism always taking pictures working in the mirror obsessing over our makeup or how or whatever else it might be picking picking picking picking it ourselves picking it all soon picking it who we are, as a previously said Geminis on checked enough about how they are on checked enough about how sensitive they really are about how they look fill and who they really are it takes a lot to get to know and how long they think because there may be blunt like the rest of the fire signs are there really strong but deep down there the my sensitive Souls you will ever meat when feeling like they can have a desire to please and that can become a problem because we're not put it please other people and if it isn't reciprocated or therefore go unnoticed They're gonna become very angry very quickly adding other things into the mix say alcoholism drugs mental health is gonna make them have a lot worse to do with just like with Pisces and Aries and any design that has those issues but the vanity things still going to go on with their Sims more whatever they care about how they look so if they are what I'm trying to say if they're struck down by one of these inflictions which is horrible for any of us to have to deal with then it's gonna make them feel about worse the positive things I can say about being a Leo is that we care deeply for those who are really close for us we can love an animal with the world they rule our sick house of animals and health we love to shop we love life we love candles were addicted to romance addicted to The Love Story ridiculous I want to the box I had many books that I filled up with sentimental stuff to me and a 20 year old someone in my 20s okay things meant a lot to me pictures Diaries movie tickets photos first day so many different things I love letters had it all sadly lost every time so Leo really is up for that happy ending and that true love but I will say Leo is a very addicted to the honeymoon period of relationship because of course Leo is narcissistic and we are wanting to be the center of attention don't blame us because you be hate and on us;-)

#astro observations #astro placements #astro community #astrology #astrology observations #astro notes #astroblr #leo ♌️#leo sun #leo rising #leo venus #leo placements #5th house

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shallyne · 2 days

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The Diary of Feyre Archeron Ch. 2

Chapter two of Feyre's diary! I hope you enjoy,! Things might pick up in the next chapter

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February 7th

Dear Diary,

I feel like death on two legs. These past fews were SO hectic.

I've got the job I applied for and they agreed fairly quick for me to work the night shifts, and now I know WHY! Who would have thought so many people went to a seedy diner at the outside of town in the middle of the night? It's weird and I also need to act like nothing is different because mom knows nothing! She doesn't suspect a single thing! I guess being ignored by her has its perks?

Anyway, I'm not going down that route. Point is, I'm trying to juggle work and school and somehow get sleep at some point of the day, which worked until today when I fell asleep in Mr. Suriel’s class. And guess who woke me up? Rhysand!! He was very sweet about it but I felt so embarrassed, I basically bolted away from him and almost walked into a door. Yeah, I can't look at him anytime soon.

Also, dad is acting very weird lately. He's always in his office and barely talks to any of us if he bothers to show up for dinner, even mom and Elain.

Okay, that's it I think.

Byee

February 15th

Dear Diary,

The moon is so pretty. It's like 11pm right now and I'm not at work, I got this Saturday off to work on Sunday which even gives me a little Sunday bonus! Amazing, isn't it?

Back to the moon, it's beautiful! I've never paid much attention to it but now that I did, I never want to look at anything else again. Sitting in the moonlight and writing in my diary? That's so aesthetically pleasing, Pinterest would eat this up!

I'm also not the only one still awake, I can hear dad’s TV, he's watching the news again, as every evening although he's working much later than usual, mom is super grumpy about this. I think they even argued yesterday, I heard weird noises coming from their room.

I also have good news! Rhysand and I have to make a project together for history!! ME and RHYSAND. It's going to be so fun, as long as I keep him far away from my house. He already asked if we wanted to start the project at his house or mine, of course I said his even though I'm super nervous! We're meeting tomorrow. Should I wear the blue sweater? Maybe I can steal some of Elain’s mascara. Or I could ask her. We'll see, I guess.

I also don't know if I should leave my notebook at home. It's full of scribbles of Rhys's eyes. That's very specific but I just can't get them right! How can a person have such unique eyes? If anyone comes close to having literal starry eyes, it's him. So, what would be more embarrassing, if mom found the notebook or Rhys??

I think I'll leave it here, hide it in my closet. If mom still finds it I can lie and say it's just practice! Hopefully she won't find the R+F scribbled in the back.

I'm getting sleepy now, big day tomorrow.

Bye!

March 9th

Dear Diary,

Rhys and I got an A on our project! It was so easy working with him, it didn't even feel like working. He's not just the most beautiful guy I have ever seen, he's also so nice and incredibly smart! I think he also plays sports, what can't he do? Like, leave some talent for us!

I also got into an argument with Nesta if it's acceptable to use sus as a word. It's way too hard and time consuming to always fully spell suspiceus ous, same with saying it. Shortening it saves lots of time! She says it's stupid and to not use it in front of her friends because it's humiliating. To quote her, verbatim, “Stop trying to make sus happen, Feyre! It's not going to happen!” Rude. It's totally going to happen someday and I'm going to tell her “I told you so.” (She hates that)

Also, after weeks of acting sus, dad finally joined us at dinner and actually talked. Mostly to mom and the topic was the airplane that had just disappeared but nonetheless, he talked and his mood seemed better! He also doesn't look like a caveman anymore for the first time since he locked himself in the office, so that's good.

Mom also almost caught me eating chocolate, which would have been a total disaster. She's always making sure that we, mostly Elain and Nesta, aren't overweight. She's weighing them weekly! It's so insane. Sometimes I bring back some leftovers after my shift and sneak them to Elain and Nesta's room. They accept them and mom hasn't kicked me out of the house yet, so I assume they haven't told her. They also don't ask question when I bring the snacks, they just accept it. Good, that means they don't have to lie for me. Or I don't have to lie to them.

Okay, I guess that's it for the day.

PS: is it normal to constantly have a feeling of impending doom? Is it just PMS?

April 29th

Dear Diary,

Since Rhys and I did our project we've spent much more time together! He's so funny, he always makes me laugh. I think we've even become friends. We shared our lunch today, he got a half of my sandwich and I got a half of his! He even gave me his coke zero because he was shocked when I told him I never had any. It was amazing. (the coke, the company and the lunch)

Rhys told me he's super into astronomy, he's a nerd about it and it's so cute. I never saw him so animated about a topic! I mean, when he talks about himself. For some reason he also looks super interested when I talk about painting, he must be a good actor because I can't imagine him really being interested in art but I appreciate it anyway! No one ever really tried to listen to me about my hobbies.

I think I'm talking nonsense again, I don't know why that always happens. Sometimes my thoughts feel like a big heap of muddled words and everything is going on at once.

Oh, right, I almost forgot the most important thing! Rhys and I planned a sleepover during the summer holidays! I told him that I'd like to have a WiiU someday and he suggested a game night, because he has a WiiU, I'm so excited! I hope the time goes by fast, I can't wait. I need a break, my schedule is so tight these days, it's almost suffocating but I can't tell anyone.

It's going to be worth it, though. I'm saving my money, for what, I don't know yet. Maybe my driver's license? I have time to figure it out.

Mom is out for tea with her friends right now, so I'm using the time to listen to Taylor Swift without headphones!

May 31st

Dear Diary,

I could cut the tension here with a knife but either no one tells me what's up or they don't know. I tried to get some infos from our cook, Alis. She's always nice and she gets wind of all the gossip but she couldn't tell me what's going on.

Something isn't right and I need to know what it is, although something tells me I shouldn't. But can I just leave this mystery unsolved? Of course I can't!

It might be quiet right now, mom amd dad are in dad’s office upstairs, Elain and Nesta are in the garden and all the house staff seem to be huddled somewhere around the kitchen, whispering among themselves. Maybe I could eavesdrop? But there isn't really a way to hide without them seeing me. We definitely need more secret nooks in this house, I can't get information like this.

Nesta always says I'm nosy but that's such a negative way to look at it, I'm just curious. How is she not? How is Elain not? Is it wrong to be curious?

Especially if your parents are super jumpy for, like, the whole last week! It's super sus. Last night I knocked over the salt shaker and they flinched! Mom didn't even shout or reprimand me, she just glowered and went back to her dinner, it was sca–

Oh, hold on, the doorbell just rang, be back in a sec.

Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

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oceanlipgloss · 4 months

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21.12.2023

Just downloaded What in “Hell” is Bad lol this post is going to sort of be a live 'diary entry' for me to commemorate the memory so it will be looong (edit: and unhinged, too, apparently, no thanks to Satan)

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Intro: shut up how cute is this little red marshmallow his hands look like small cocktail sausages

Update I: what the fuck this is so weird I like it

Update II: ayeeee hell yeah it's fate

Update III: nah man I'm fucking dying lmaooo

Update IV: HE'S REALLY HOT. Kinda bananas, but hot. Grabbing her cheeks sounds painful though, ngl

Anyways I smell a fanfic on the way already just lemme delve deeper into the story and get to know him better first

Update V: the angels aren't angelic at all, but okay the fuck was that, Gabriel

Update VI: bro why is everyone kissing her this is wilddddd lmao this mc is either going to be 'keep your hands off me' all the time or 'put your hands on me' all the time, no in-between

Update VII: romance at its finest

Update VIII: come again? reminds me of the guests in mystic messenger

Update IX: *smashes keyboard* sjnshfswpsjs that was SO HOT

Update X: LMFAO DUDE WHAT AN MC now please screw like there's no tomorrow

Update XI: OMFG IT'S HAPPENINGGG no the food came way too early and even though it's weird asf that they went at it so soon you will NOT catch me complaining. I love this man already and I love how they're influencing each other's emotions.

Why are his horns nutting too tho (day 2, edit 1: I get it now. Also, who knew Minhyeok would also have a horn? Iswtg man lmao)

Update XII: demon semen is the wae.

Like are you seriously telling me that every time she needs to breathe properly, a demon—which I'm sure won't always be Satan from the looks of it—has to screw her brains out? Fr fr?

You mean to say that devil nut is 'energy,' aka the key to keeping her alive in Hell, and that she's gonna somehow end up going to the other six kingdoms and getting six more different varieties of devil dick to stay alive? ROFL

And since Solomon came up with that concept to begin with, that means he's also fucked demons left and right. Time to go touch some grass this is so messed up that I like it just for that despite the discomfort. I really love the darkly realistic take on it lol

d2, e2: so apparently, getting railed isn't always the answer, because the method that was used with Minhyeok also works. Does that mean no more sex with Satan? YOUR HONOR I CANNOT ACCEPT THAT

But! Something tells me it's wrong to predict that MC won't get laid by someone else

Update XIII: thanks fam

Update XIV: babyyy

Oh God, at this rate perhaps I'll make more live updates to keep on my blog and laugh at later. This game is wild and funny but those sentence structures, word choices and grammar mistakes are sucking at my brain

Also, do you ever just see/meet a character and know that they're THE one in the game you're playing or whatever it is you're watching/reading even before the others are introduced? Because as far as I know, this feels like one of those situations. Satan is a fine, fine man, man. Let me get that masterlist ready

And! I wanted to say this but ended up babbling and dying and forgetting, but I really appreciate the fact that Satan is attracted to MC not because of her relation to Solomon but because of her freaky tendencies how she was watching unholy stuff when they first met. It's comforting that he likes her for her. I LOVE HIM

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d2e3: BRUH NOOOO I'M ALREADY STUCK lmao

And I can tell I won't have luck pulling cards in this game, but I won't give up just yet. I will upgrade the hell out of my Satan card and pray to get a good card on free daily pulls (but catch me spending my keys for an event with a great Satan card after I figure out how easy/hard it is to get keys)

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23.12.2023: gave up on the Play Store version and downloaded the EROLABS one instead. I don't see any difference so far, but reading Satan's H scene again from the start was a pleasure really nice lol

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad diaries

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your-divine-ribs · 1 month

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Good Touch

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A very stressed out Van comes into your salon for a massage so you help him to relax in the best possible way… I wrote this just after the Cardiff 2022 gig got cancelled 😭 // Just pure self-indulgent smut because I fancy this man so bad I have no other excuse lol sorry 😂

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"I'm so glad we're nearly done for the day, I can't wait to get home. Thank god I've not got any more clients."

Your colleague and salon receptionist Naomi looks up as you push through the door after heading back from a much needed coffee break. A small frown creases her forehead.

"Actually Y/N, you do have another client. He was a late booker from this morning. Haven't you seen it in the diary?"

"No..." Your heart sinks as she slides the appointment book towards you across the counter, squinting at Naomi's practically indecipherable scrawl. "Mr... what? Mr McCarr? McCaw? Don't recognise the name. He's not a regular then..."

Great, you sigh to yourself. A brand new client last thing on a Friday. These days your diary is full of satisfied repeat bookers and you've got to know all of them well during your time at the salon. It's almost like you can forget you're working at times, you just switch on the relaxing music and chat to them whilst you massage away their tension knots and usually their worries too. It's often soothing even for you, but this week has been long and exhausting and the thought of making polite conversation with a total stranger for a whole session when you're ready to go home is totally draining.

Well... let's just hope he's one of the quiet ones who just wants to lie there and zone out.

"It's actually McCann... excuse my terrible writing!" Naomi laughs. "But yeah he's new. He came in grumbling about his manager ordering him to come for a session. He's had some shit go down at work or something... I don't know. He was pretty vague, mumbling like he really didn't wanna be here."

You look quickly towards the treatment room door which is thankfully shut. "He's already here?"

"Uh-huh," Naomi nods, scrunching up her face. "He looks like shit... really stressed out... like maybe he's not slept for a month." She grins mischievously. "Shame really as I reckon he'd be proper fit normally!"

"Naomi!" You exclaim in a hushed whisper, stepping over in alarm. "For Christ's sake keep your voice down!"

Naomi just shrugs, unfazed, tapping her manicured fingernails on the counter. "He won't hear, the door's shut. Chill out! Anyway, enjoy... he's booked in for a full body massage!"

Her eyebrows shoot up suggestively at the final few words, but you don't partake in her smutty behaviour. You've always prided yourself on your professionalism. You'll just go in and do your job... work your magic... in forty-five minutes you'll have another satisfied customer.

You take a deep breath and open the door...

You should have realised. You should have put two and two together, but why would you? Okay... McCann isn't exactly a common name, but the thought of having a real-life, living, breathing, famous rockstar casually dropping into your salon is the last thing you'd expect on a Friday afternoon.

But sure enough there he is, larger than life and a hundred times more handsome than his videos on YouTube, perched on the edge of the treatment bed wearing nothing but a pair of tight-fitting black boxers. Very tight-fitting actually, you note, quickly wrenching your eyes upwards to meet his sparkling blue gaze and his awkward looking slightly crooked smile.

"Alright love?" He greets you in that familiar tone that you've grown to love by watching every interview of his that you've scoured the internet for.

You're flustered even though you tell yourself that you shouldn't be. In your line of work you deal with clients in various states of undress all day, every day. It's just that they're not normally Van McCann, singer of your favourite band. The very same band who've just brutally broken your heart and put a serious dint in your finances by pulling out of a stadium gig you'd been set to attend only weeks away. You'd been devastated and frustrated, not to mention fuming about the band's lack of communication with their loyal and dedicated fanbase, but all of a sudden those feelings of resentment take a backseat to your utter shock at having this most elusive of your idols sitting there before you, eyes glowing with a subtle kind of amusement at your stunned expression.

"Oh... errr sorry... wasn't I supposed to get my kit off yet?"

"Yes... yes... of course!" You blurt, checking yourself when you realise you sound overly eager, making out you're clearing your throat so you can take a moment to compose yourself, forcing your inner fangirl back into hiding. "I mean, sure. I can't massage you fully dressed now, can I?"

Van nods but his smile slips as you step forward to retrieve a towel off the bale on the wall, and now you're a little closer you can see what Naomi was talking about. The skin under his eyes looks dark-tinged and puffy, his skin sallow under the lighting. He sighs under his breath as he gets to his feet. "Might as well get this over and done with then."

His comment makes you bristle slightly but you recall Naomi's earlier comment and you take the chance to explore his lack of enthusiasm. "Oh, my colleague mentioned something about your manager making you come? You don't sound too thrilled about it. Most people love coming for a treatment. It's therapeutic you know."

"Yeah well... I don't need therapy," he says quickly, his voice tight and defensive. You've obviously hit a nerve. You hadn't realised that you'd stepped back, recoiling, but Van notices. He looks immediately embarrassed, offering an apologetic smile, pushing a hand through his hair as he talks.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to snap... it's just... errr... it's just I've really been going through it at the moment. Things have been... difficult... really difficult." His eyes dart around the room before they meet yours again. "You could say pretty much everything I touch is falling apart these days."

You're full of intrigue, literally bursting with curiosity to find out the reason behind the band's demise, but he's made no reference to show that he knows that you're aware of who he is. In fact you think he probably suspects you don't and he's relieved about that. Despite your desperation to find out the band's fate you really can't probe him. You don't want to scare him off, but you also don't want to treat an unwilling client. It just doesn't feel right.

"Look... I'm really sorry to hear that, but I probably shouldn't treat you if you don't want to be here..."

Van cuts you off, looking contrite. "It's not that I don't want to be here, really. Please don't take offence. It's just that I don't know how a bloody massage is supposed to miraculously cure all of my problems, that's all."

He chuckles and rolls his eyes, and you smile back, holding out the towel to him which he accepts.

"I'm sure it won't... but it will relax you, I can promise you that. You can just lie back and close your eyes and check out of real life for a little while. C'mon, why don't you just try it? You might like it. Let me take care of you for a bit."

Oh... you hadn't meant it to come out quite like that, so intimate-sounding. You feel your cheeks begin to warm as his grin widens.

"Well, if ya put it like that how can I resist? I'm sure I'll be in very capable hands! Now... how do you want me... on the bed?"

His last line's said innocently enough but there's an underlying cheekiness simmering just below that gorgeous smile that makes your belly flip. You bite back the smirk that's threatening to surface along with a very inappropriate smutty comment, trying to restore the composed and professional demeanour that you usually display with your clients.

"Yeah, just lie down right here." You look down quickly to hide your flushed cheeks, patting the soft sheet draped over the bed. "If you start off lying on your front then I can do your back, and then you can turn over." You pause, mentally bracing yourself before you say the next line, but ending up blurting it out in a tumble of rushed words. "You can... umm... take everything off if you like... you don't have to but some clients prefer it that way. It's completely up to you though. You can use the towel to cover yourself if you do."

Fuck... your cheeks are on fire now, your pulse starting to race. The room suddenly feels like a furnace as you watch Van quickly hook his fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers without hesitation, starting to inch them down his slim hips.

"Oh... I'll step out and give you some privacy!" You exclaim, hurriedly whirling around to avert your eyes at the realisation that he means to completely strip off right there and then in front of you.

"Not a problem," comes his relaxed voice from behind you. "I'm not shy."

A giggle of pure embarrassment bubbles up inside and you bite down on your lip to stem it, trying to control your pounding heart. You need to pull yourself together and fast. In a moment you've got to turn around and deliver a relaxing and professional massage but all you can think of is getting your hands on his naked body for all the improper reasons.

"Just let me know when you're ready!" You say brightly, stepping forward to peruse the massage oils, deciding on a blend of patchouli and sandalwood. You tap the small speaker on the shelf and a wave of soft, soothing meditative music fills the small room. Scented candles are already lit to give the room a calming ambience.

"Ready... I'm all yours!" You hear him call back.

Yes... yes you are, you smile to yourself as you move over to dim the lights before finally turning around.

He's laid out on the bed on his front as instructed and for the first time you can get a good look at him uninhibited. His wiry body is lean but taut, his skin pale save for the slight flush where he's obviously caught the sun on the tops of his arms and around his neck. The tiny towel that you gave him is draped temptingly over his pert little ass and you curse yourself for not giving him an even smaller one.

"How are you feeling? Are you comfortable enough?" You ask, tipping some of the oil into the palm of your hand and warming it between your fingers, coating them in the fragrant liquid.

"Uh-huh I'm good... yeah I'm all good," he replies, shifting slightly where he lays and bringing his arms up to fold across the end of the table. He lays his head sideways against his crossed arms. You have a clear view of his face from here and you can see that his eyes are shut. "I've never had a massage before... I don't really know what to expect."

"Just relax," you tell him. "That's all you need to do. Just leave the rest to me."

You step forward until you're inches away from the table, looking down on him. You can hardly believe that this man who's dwelled in your fantasies up until this moment is lying here in front of you, naked as the day he was born, completely at your mercy. Tingles of excitement are sparking through you and again you have to take a moment to compose yourself, surreptitiously shaking out the tension from your fingers which are trembling slightly.

You start by placing your palms on either side of his spine just below his neck, trailing your hands down to his lower back, then up again, this time moving in circles, firmly smoothing his flesh as you go. He lets out a small sigh and you feel him sink down further into the bed.

"That feels nice already," he murmurs. "Think maybe I am gonna enjoy this after all."

Not as much as I'm going to enjoy it, you muse to yourself, smiling as your fingers nudge the towel aside to smooth over the top of the contours of his ass, thumbs pressing into the small of his back.

"I'm only just getting started," you say. "I can feel a lot of tension in your muscles, so I'm going to have to be thorough."

His only reply is a soft "mmmm" which sounds far more sensual to your ears than it probably should. Your mind wanders, imagining him flipping over and pulling you down on top of him, hitching up your dress whilst you straddle him and grind shamelessly against him.

You try to clear your mind, moving upwards again and using your fingers to caress the muscles across the tops of his shoulders, working out the knots of tension as you go. His skin is soft and smooth, more so than you would have imagined, and the way your oil-soaked hands glide across his flesh is arousing you beyond belief. His body glistens in the candlelight. Maybe this was a bad idea. You can feel your professionalism ebbing away as you bring your hands down to focus on his slender waist, not making a move to replace the towel when it slips to the side, exposing his bum.

Van doesn't seem to notice or maybe he does but he just doesn't care. He has a blissed-out expression on his face, his eyes screwed shut and his lips slightly parted, a small crease adorning his brow as he lets out a sound that's halfway between a whimper and a sigh.

"You have no idea how good that feels... really. You're some kind of goddess, I'm sure of it."

His words fan the flames that are already simmering inside of you and you can feel the ache grow between your thighs as you shift your position to move down to his legs.

"Oh, I don't know about that," you reply, laughing softly. "My clients always seem to go away happy though."

"I don't doubt it.... mmmm... god that's so good... ohhh..."

There he goes again. Christ... those little moans that he's making are not helping matters. If he's this expressive just from a basic massage how would he react if you showed him your real talents? You push the thought away, reaching for more oil before you begin on his legs, wrapping your fingers around his calves as you massage your way up, spreading your hands wide as they slide up his thighs.

"F... uck," he groans, low and drawn out and you see him push his pelvis into the bed as your fingers trail dangerously close to the sensitive area between his parted thighs. Now you're certain that you're not the only one getting turned on, but it's hardly surprising, with each stroke you're pushing the boundaries of decency, edging closer and closer to forbidden territory. His arms move from their relaxed position so he can grip the edges of the bed and you smile to yourself as you feel his body stiffen.

There are strict rules of conduct for masseuses in your salon and you're breaking every single one. If your manager could see you now you'd be facing a disciplinary at the very least, or at worst you'd be fired. That doesn't stop you though, your fingers kneading teasingly at a spot that makes him visibly shiver until you feel the muscles in his thighs clench up tight under your touch.

"Are you still feeling okay?" You ask, finally moving your hands away, wiping the excess oil on the towel before you gently drape it back over his bum.

"Yeah... yeah I'm all good," he answers, but his choked up voice would suggest otherwise. Maybe you're going too far. Your salon prides itself on offering the most soothing treatments, leaving clients feeling calm and relaxed, not wound up tight like a spring, gripping the treatment bed like their lives depend on it.

"Are you sure? I know my massages can be pretty... intense."

He lets out a throaty chuckle. "Intense? That's one way to describe it! Think maybe I'm... errr... enjoying it a little too much."

You can't help the grin which stretches wide on your lips at his words which are like music to your ears, a green light to continue in your endeavours to make him feel good. You've never really considered your ability to make a person's body react to your whim a talent before, more like a gift. So what's wrong with bestowing a gift of your own on someone else every once in a while? He so obviously needs it.

"It's time to turn over now," you tell him, grasping the edge of the towel to lift it, allowing it to screen him as he moves.

"Al... already?" He stutters, uncertainty in his voice as he shifts. "I... errr... umm... okay then."

He rolls on to his side and you train your eyes on the far wall as he does to allow him his privacy, only looking back down to replace the towel when he's settled on to his back.

Oh...

All of a sudden the source of his hesitancy is abundantly clear as you see the the towel tenting slightly over his cock. You have to fight hard to suppress the self-satisfied smirk you can feel trying to surface, quickly looking away, your eyes meeting Van's in an awkward moment of understanding.

He smiles sheepishly, his cheeks tinged an adorable shade of rosy pink and you fleetingly consider acknowledging the situation you've both found yourselves in, but you decide against it, opting to just carry on instead.

You can feel his eyes on you as you turn to reach for more oil then you step to the head of the bed, looking down on him. He blinks up at you, stunning pale greeny-blue eyes framed with thick, long lashes. You're certain you're not imagining the wordless exchange that you can feel taking place, a tender kind of lustfulness that his imploring expression conveys. He wants this. You know he does.

You place your hands on either side of his neck, letting them trail down to his collar bones and then outwards across his chest before drawing them back and repeating the movements over and over. You can feel his heartbeat thundering under your fingertips at each pass, his chest rising and falling deeply.

"You okay?" You check in on him and he nods, eyes swirling with intensity.

"Uh-huh..." he breathes out, then he clears his throat. "You're pretty incredible at this, you know that?"

You smile, soaking in the praise, wondering if he thinks every client of yours gets this extra special attention that he's receiving, wondering if he cares?

"It's working then, is it?" You grin.

Van laughs and you can feel it vibrate through his chest under your palms. "Put it this way, I'm not exactly thinking about my problems right now!"

"Good... that's good... that's the aim."

You step back around to the side of the bed so you can reach further, moving your hands down over his abdomen, letting your fingers slip under the edge of the towel and trail down the V of his hips. He lets out a shaky exhale and you glance up to see his eyes fluttering shut, his mouth slightly agape. He looks divine lying there, his oiled skin shimmering in the flicker of the dim candlelight, the temptation to pull away the towel so strong that you find your fingers twitching with longing. That's just a step too far though. Teasing is one thing but giving one of your clients a sneaky hand-job is another entirely. Besides, just because he's turned on it doesn't mean he's giving you consent to relieve his tensions in such a sensual way. He'd definitely have to ask... or maybe even beg...

Fuck... you wonder what that would sound like falling from those full pink lips of his, the same lips that are currently being pulled in between his teeth to stifle a groan. You coax it from him anyway as your hands move down to grip his thighs, pushing them slightly apart as you knead at the sensitive flesh. The towel rises up even further in response and now you know you've really crossed the line. Van's gripping the edges of the bed tightly, his breathing coming heavy and ragged. His hips press upwards as if to chase your touch as your fingers wrap around the top of his thigh under the towel, the backs of them just barely grazing his balls as you move away.

"I think we'd better finish there for today," you say hurriedly, watching carefully for his reaction, pleased when his eyes flick open with a look of dismay. "That's if you've... umm... had enough?"

He pauses for a moment, his brow furrowed in a hopeful kind of eagerness. "You mean there's more... if I want it?"

"Yes," you say with no absolutely hesitance, boldly meeting his needy gaze, gauging his reaction whilst you try to formulate your next words in your head. "I mean I think we both know that there's more than one way to relax somebody... a more unconventional way to relieve that obvious tension if you like."

You try not to think of Naomi innocently sitting outside at the reception desk filing her nails whilst you're in here propositioning a client in the most sordid kind of way. Despite her earlier teasing you just know that she'd be horrified by your actions. You start to fret that maybe you've made a mistake, but then Van speaks, and your worries melt away in an instant.

"I want it... I really want it... please."

In a deft motion he tugs at the towel and it falls away on to the bed, exposing him completely. As expected he's gloriously hard, his cock just as delectable as the rest of him, thick and rigid with a flushed tip, just begging for your attention. You waste no time in wrapping your fingers hungrily around his girth, swiping your thumb over the sensitive head.

"Shit," he mutters. "I can't believe this is happening."

He hoists his body upwards, propping himself on his elbows, craning his neck to watch as you begin to caress him, taking your time, sliding your oil-slicked fingers slowly and deliberately up and down his length.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," you murmur, the shock and excitement of what you're doing hitting you as he lets out a throaty groan and you worry that Naomi might hear.

"No... don't stop," he gasps breathlessly. "Please don't ever stop. It's so good... mmm."

His eyes flick between yours and his cock, dark and heavy-lidded, strands of his hair fallen forward on to his face which is creased in pleasure. You don't think you've ever witnessed a sexier sight, the obvious enjoyment etched on his face, his hips pistoning upwards needily as he fucks himself into your hand.

You pick up your pace, gripping him firmly, flicking your wrist over the head at each stroke, loving the way he writhes under your touch. His jagged panted breaths mingling with his choked groans and the obscenely wet sounds of your slick hand moving over his length seem to bounce off the walls of the small room making everything seem more intense.

"Keep going," he groans pleadingly. "Please... just like that... ahh fuck."

You're torn between wanting to stretch this out and wanting to drive him to his peak, the sinful noises he's making travelling down to your own core, soaking your panties through. You move to cup his balls with your free hand, gently massaging them, satisfied when he grits his teeth and lets out a particularly primal sounding groan.

"I can't hold on... I'm gonna come... fuck, fuck... FU-CK..." he hisses, thrusting into your hand, his whole body spasming. You watch him, transfixed as his jaw falls slack and his eyes glaze over as the swells of his climax peak and he comes, hard, milky splatters of cum painting his belly and spilling out over your knuckles.

You tug him a few more times until you've milked every last drop out of his orgasm and he's shuddering under your touch, his head hanging forward, muttering incoherently under his breath.

You release your grip on him, reaching for the towel and perching on the side of the bed, waiting for his reaction as you clean off your fingers, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Holy fucking shit," he finally murmurs, raising his head, his blue eyes meeting yours, full of wonder and shock and an awe-like reverence that makes your breath catch in your throat. "I know I'm brand new to this whole massage thing but I'm guessing that's not how it usually goes down?"

He accepts the towel from your outstretched hand as you offer him an awkward smile, the enormity of what you've just done hitting you now. "I can promise you I've never done that before. I... I don't know what came over me... sorry."

"Sorry?" He echoes quickly, his eyes bulging in disbelief. "Please don't apologise! That was..." he pauses, shaking his head, searching for the right words. "That was probably one of the hottest experiences of my life! Really... I mean it!"

A deep scarlet flush washes over you. "I hardly think so..."

"Trust me, it was," he cuts in, his eyes bright, a kind of youthful sparkle in them that looks good on him. "My only regret is I didn't even ask you your name... you know... before..."

He stops, chucking warmly, dabbing at the sticky mess on his belly before he drapes the towel over his lap and swings his legs around so he's sitting next to you on the bed.

"It's Y/N," you say, quietly.

"Van," he offers, holding out a hand to you in a greeting gesture, laughing when you accept it. Then you're laughing too at the absurdity of the belated formalities now when you've already shared an intimate moment together.

"Note to self," he grins up at you as you break away and get to your feet. "Make sure you're on first-name terms with a girl before you accept her offer of a hand-job!"

"Oh my god!" You giggle, cheeks glowing, huge grin splitting your face in two as you raise up a hand to your face, embarrassment flooding you now.

"I... errr... suppose I'd... errr... better give you some privacy now... you know, to get dressed." You start to back away, glancing down as you start to turn, feeling awkward now the heat of the moment has dissipated and it's painfully obvious the two of you are nothing more than strangers thrown together under a happy coincidence.

"Hold up... wait... Y/N..."

Van's voice comes urgently, stopping you in your tracks. You spin around, coming to face him, looking at him expectantly, surprised to see an awkward hesitance about him. He's still naked save for the small towel he's holding which is barely covering his modesty and you battle with yourself to keep a straight face.

"On my way in I saw this little coffee shop just across the road. I don't suppose you'd like to go and grab a drink with me would ya... if ya not busy that is? I figured you probably got off work soon?"

His voice rises up hopefully and your stomach flips with excitement but you try not to let it show, keeping your inner fangirl in check who's bursting to start doing a celebration dance at this dazzling turn of events.

"Yeah," you nod, returning Van's warm grin with one of your own. "Yeah... I'd really like that."

#good touch #catb imagines #van mccann x reader #fanfic #vanfic #smut

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nyyxqueen · 10 months

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Is anyone else pissed that we had to wait 8 fricken books for Lance and Darcy to get their divine moment when Tory and Darius got theirs in book 4 when they still hated each other's guts?

And then as soon as they're happy fuckin shadow bitch shows up and just casually makes Darcy mortal, thereby erasing the mating bond on her end, and kidnaps Lance to torture for the next I-forget-how-long.

Like,,,

Just let them be happy :(

So when I decided I absolutely hated that my lil writing brain came up with a cannon divergent plotline where they have their moment at the beginning of book 5 after Tory finds out.

Like their final test from the stars was whether Lance was willing to be hers in front of people right?

So, what if after Tory finds out Lance decides to tell Darius about their relationship?

Obviously Darius gets mad (She's a fucking Vega, Lance, what the hell is wrong with you?) and Lance defends her, because let's be honest that man's fuckin whipped, and he eventually manages to talk Darius into begrudgingly accepting the relationship.

Then Lance finds the password to the diary through means that don't involve going to prison and accepts that maybe he's okay with being a royalist and accepting Darcy as his queen.

So the story continues like cannon until the night where they have their little date beneath the library.

So, the date plays out as in cannon until around 3 am where they have their divine moment in a field somewhere.

Then they go back to Zodiac and go to bed and the next morning when the FIB show up and put the power suppression cuffs on him, it drops the illusion he was holding to hide the silver ring until they could be registered officially as mates, and causes mass confusion.

So obviously the FIB officers are like, 'uhh wtf?? Why isn't it on your file that you have an elysian mate??' and Lance is just like, ' Well since it happened at literally 3 last night I didn't exactly have the time'

So then Darcy gets over to them and since they already know she's not doing the illusion anymore, so there's pretty much a giant uproar from everyone (oms one of the Vegas is elysian mates with a teacher?? Specifically a teacher who, until this point, was very much team heirs??)

Then Lance is still arrested, because technically he was breaking the law, but at the trial there's almost nothing they can do to charge him (yes he was breaking the law but very clearly because of the stars considering the fact that they are elysian mates)

So he is ruled innocent and returns to Zodiac to continue teaching and then they are made to navigate their relationship while at the school and figuring out how to work things.

(also there is a scene where Seth gets all mad at Darcy cuz his leverage is gone but that is neither here nor there)

Anyways, that is my idea for a book 5 fix-it fic that's been living in my head ever since Lance was arrested.

If I write this out would anyone read it?

#zodiac academy #caroline peckham #susanne valenti #bluelance #darcy vega #lance orion #fic ideas #fix it fic

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rainbowangel110 · 1 month

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My little sister watches Toh saga

We uh... got through episodes 8-11 so a bit to cover!

Episode 8

Starting off the episode with Hooty. She was already invested.

"I'll never find a way into Amity's heart!" cue Rock face from here

So uh as much as she loves Hooty she still was weird out by him... swallowing King

"What is Hooty eating???" Cuz King was covered in some stuff.

Oh shit this is puberty talk I thought in a panic

Anyways!!! Bug dance was funny. She was re repeating DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER for a while.

"HOW BIG IS THAT SYRINGE??"

Voice powers had her hyped actually, she was all "What is that?? HE HAS POWERS NOW???" Cute

Onto Eda!!

"I want those cookies." I am not letting you get roofied by a baked good, kid >:(

Oh she was not ready for Owlbeast to attack Dell lemme tell ya.

We got the Archivists part of the Owl Beasts memories and I popped off

She really loved the segment where Eda talked to the Owl Beast.

"I want a plush of it."

"THAT'S SO PRETTY!!!!" in reference to the ending of the dream sequence

SAY HI TO HARPY EDA KID :DDDD

"SHE CAN DO THAT???"

Onto the Lumity segment (y'all were waiting weren't you)

"Stop blushing so much oh my gosh." "They do that a lot trust me."

She was all "ohh nooo" at the reveal of the Tunnel of Love and I was dying inside.

"Amity calm down oh my gosh!" I am in tears rn

she was sooooo hyped at the part where King used his powers again

Little tiny gasp at the Lumity part immediately after

the part where Luz was dancing around asking Amity out she was YELLING

"JUST DO IT ALREADY!!!"

Hooty receives a letter from someone

"KING'S DAD!?!?" no

Episode 9

She has been obsessed with what Belos looks like under the mask ever since we first saw him

"Oh man sure hope Little Rascal doesn't get caught...." "Why?" "... Remember how Belos eat-" "NO I DON'T WANT TO-" (Doing just fine here-)

"That's what he looks like?? ... ew what's the green for??"

I am freaking out right now kid, don't ask me

I paused so much because wow implications when you know the full story are REAL

"What did you think of that conversation (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)" "... Creepy." GIRL SAME

"Is that-" "Dragon Ball Z? Yes" (knows through memes okay?)

"Oh what happened to her??" "She's sick :("

we will now skip over a bunch of stuff nothing too exciting happened here tbh

I am pausing so much during this episode and it's annoying her (YOU WILL UNDERSTAND I PROMISE!!!)

"Lotta projection going on here." "... what?"

Had to explain some stuff about the convo between Hunter and Amity over the Tamagotchi (give her a moment)

"Oh. That's not good." "It really isn't."

Don't mind me just sobbing inside at every Hunter/Flapjack interaction.

Was so so so worried for Owlbert there.

"It's in the key?!?" Yeah uh so here we are :)))))

She was so entranced with the animation and so was I (with internal screaming though)

"SHE CRACKED IT!!!"

"Mushroom Luz."

Was awwing over Flapjack and Hunter at the end (don't mind me just... gonna go over here and AUGHHHHH)

Episode 10

"Who is that?? How is she in the mirror"

"Weird door."

In between is really interesting actually

"IT'S!!! HER!! THE SLUG!!"

Again I found her watching this show at S3E1 at the intro part (all she remembers was Hunter and Vee thank god) so she popped off here.

"She's cute. I like her."

*pause* "Okay so you see that?" *points at Gravesfield logo* "Remember that." "okay..."

"Oh and those two." *points at the the Wittebanes* "Okay I will sheesh 🙄" /lh

She will not

"The basilisks remember? "OH YEAH-"

Not much from her until the rain sequence.

"HOW IS SHE HOLDING HER??" girl don't sweat it, cry with me instead :)

"I feel bad for Camila.' SAME

Episode 11

Honestly not much happened here with her so uhhh....

Biggest take away for her though

"CAT COVEN PERSON!!!" (coven scout)

"King read her diary-"

#the owl house #just posting #little sister saga

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ratstuckinamarble · 1 year

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All right, lets talk about Pyramid Scheme! Because why not.

So the episode starts with Cleo being as pompous as ever (don't get me wrong, I love that about her) while talking to her diary-eyeball thing about the school play. She wants to audition for the role of Cleopatra, and we get to see her practice in front of Clawdeen and Frankie. And can I just say, I love her personality this gen, because it even shows in how she's practicing her lines: "I have immortal longing! In meee. And then some- other words!"

It's great. Frankie looks so happy to be there, they even stood up while clapping for her. We all see you Frankie.

Clawdeen does not seem quite as impressed ("Wow Cleo! That was... Uhm. Anyway."). They're looking for the mummy talisman, and I'm exited to see that storyline continue. But Cleo has other priorities.

It isn't in her jewlery box, so she stopped looking. Yeah that seems about right for her.

She outright says that she was named after Cleopatra, which made me really exited on my first watch. Because we all knew that's why she was originally named that, but it's cool that it's canon.

Nefera was studying abroad in Scaris, and I really hope we one day get some kind of special or something where they all go there, cause that seems fun. Apparently, they both have an interest in acting, but their parents only ever supported Nefera in that regard, while Cleo got to be... The tree.

Ouch. No wonder she doesn't want to see her sister, if she can only associate her presence with getting sidelined.

Before she arrives, Cleo talks to her heart: "Cleo + Cleo's heart forever!" Which is stronger, Frankie's feelings for Cleo, or Cleo's love for herself? Does Frankie have a shot?

Jokes aside, I do think Cleo's behaviour is a symptom of her self doubt, and it'd be cool to see that explored some more. Definitely shows how parents not showing enough pride for one of their kids can effect them.

Frankie's manner of fact speaking once again shines through: "Do you have another sister? (...) Cause you said Nefera's in Scaris, but that girl behind you looks a lot like you. But even more royal." Damn.

Nefera makes her entrance, very exited to see her little sister. Cleo does not share the sentiment. She was invited to audition for Cleopatra as well, and Cloe is desperate to find a way to get the role.

Aside from that, we get to see her room for the first time! Neat.

"We all know what makes you royal! Jewles." I think you might have gotten the wrong message there.

She thinks she can get the role by dazzling everyone with Cleopatras necklace, which is why she wants to sneak into her families tomb. The passageway is a small pyramid, and once again, Frankie has the best comments: "Should we tell her that's a paperweight?"

Nefera barges in before they can leave, and asks if Cleo "...Join(ed) the track team, cause you ran out of there like you wanted to set a new record!" Girl, either you're oblivious, or in De Nile. Hah.

Cleo and Frankie rush off to the tomb, leaving Clawdeen to come up with an excuse: "Urgent snack break." Based.

Followed by Frankie's iconic line: "Anything for you Cleo." Right before dematerializing. Okay, so they just get sent back to Cleo's room, but it's still amusing. To give Cloe some credit, she does look concerned.

Cleo takes the necklace and it all goes wrong, because it has to be replaced by something of equal value, a.k.a. not the random rock she picked. The tomb starts falling apart, and Nefera, Clawdeen and Frankie go after her, because they know Cleo is putting herself in danger. But then Nefera is the one who falls down.

Something interesting, Cloe looks to her for what to do. I think she does look up to her, to an extend, and would like her a lot more if she didn't get so overshadowed by her.

Their conversation after that is interesting too. Cleo admits to taking Cleopatra's necklace, and Nefera asks: "Why do you have to do things like that? If you're just-" Things like what?

Cleo says she knows, she'll never reach her high bar, but she's trying. Seems like Nefera had some expectations of her she couldn't meet? I'd really like the context to that.

We find out that the necklace is the heart of Cleopatra, so if you want to replace it with something equal... It has to be a heart. Cleo is about to put it back, but doesn't. Because the mummy palisman is on it, and helping Clawdeen get her mom back is more important to her. She throws it to her, and Frankie does not know the right time to simp. "Impressive throw Cleo!" jhgfdkj

Cleo puts her own heart there to stop the tomb from falling apart on them all, effectively dooming herself to being emotionless and cold forever. Gotta show you her monologue: "Goodbye heart! It was super cool that you let me feel emotions all these years. I'll miss that! If missing is something I can do without you nearby."

The destruction stops and they all get Nefera out of the pit of doom. Cute little scene, she helps Cleo fix her bandages.

Of course, Frankie can't let Cleo go heartless, so they, uhm. Bite a rock into the shape of a heart.

Are their teeth made of steel or something? Gotta love what they say before that though: "Gonna try something. Sorry if it traps us all in here forever." They're so nonchalant about it. Still, it works and they announce it as their own heart. I don't know what kind of passion they put into making that thing for the tomb to recognise it as equal to an actual heart, but I'm sure the Francleo shippers have their theories (I say, as if I don't ship them too).

The talisman ends up showing that Cleo is the mummy representative, because her sacrificing her heart was so selfless. Which makes me think, it seems like the other amulets match with the main cast, right? So maybe they all find their respective amulets, and have to do something selfless so they can be the representatives when they all open the portal again. Just a thought, I haven't looked at the episode summaries, so I don't actually know.

Also; "No ones ever chosen me over you." That is so sad. Frankie you better pick her right now >:(

And try not to kill your friends.

So yeah, fun episode, I liked it a lot. Also big thanks to bluebelleisabelle for sharing all the episodes on her pinned post, we all really appreciate it.

#might do this for the other episodes too #monster high g3 #monster high #cleo de nile #frankie stein #nefera de nile #clawdeen wolf #episode breakdown i guess #rätposting

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kcthescreamqueen · 15 days

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Could i request this weird idea i had ,randy meeks x vampire fem?

Title: Bright and Unique

Of course, you can request a Randy Meeks x Female Vampire hun! Your request wasn't specific, so I went in blind. I decided to do The Vampire Diaries Cross Over with Scream since otherwise, I'd be brain-dead. Just a fair warning, I haven't had caffeine, so my brain function sucks with Exams starting in a few hours. Let me know if you, for some reason, want a Part 2! Disclaimer this will be unedited.

Word Count: 1,708 TW: Mention of bullying, Fear, Gore, and Blood/Biting

Summer in Ohio isn't like the warm summer in California, but between the events from last year and the trauma left with Syd and Randy, I got stuck in cold Ohio. Fuck Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, Which means when I'm not in class, I'm in layers of blankets on the couch. I peeked at the clock on the table and saw Randy's get here soon. I can't believe he went to class today since it's beyond freezing, but this Vampire loathes the cold, so I'm biased.

I could hear Rany's laughter in the hallway. The sound of his laughter effortlessly caused me to smile. What happened in Woodboro left him depressed, and so did the fact Syd still hasn't figured out he was in love with her. He moved on, or at least that's what he's said. I don't believe him personally. I put my feet on the floor, and it was cold, so I got off the couch with a groan. I went to my mini fridge, that's full of tasty blood. As I grabbed a blood bag, I heard the door open and shut, followed by Randy kicking his shoes off. I shivered at the thought of walking barefoot back over the floor.

"Lia?" I smiled at his nickname for me. I've lived for 155 years, and I've personally never had a nickname outside of my brothers, the evil asswhole - Though I still miss them occasionally.

"Give me a sec, Randy there's coffee!" I started draining the blood into a cup I got from McDonald's. Randy doesn't have issues with my feeding, but I don't want to assume he's still okay with it after last year.

I heard him scrambling around, and then I didn't hear his movements, which was odd since he was always making noises. Randy would be moving around or picking a movie, so this silence was scary. I finished transferring the blood, and I sealed the cup, only to be met with an arm wrapping around me for a hug. I jumped from surprise, since one minute it's silent and the next I'm getting physical contact.

"Easy, it's just me," I turned around to see Randy with a smile on his face. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at his actions.

"Jackass, that wasn't funny." He raised his arms in defense and took a step back. He looked at my cup, "What?" I looked down and noticed I hadn't put the lid on. "Sorry," I mumbled as I grabbed the lid for the cup.

He shook his head, "No need to be sorry, you have to eat." I gave a contented smile, and I shrugged. I'm just a messy eater, and I find it embarrassing.

I carefully thought about what I'd say next for a minute, "How was class?" Randy gave a confused look but shrugged it off. He started moving toward the living room.

"It's the usual. You know, dealing with criticism from those who find me crazy." I shook my head and sighed as I started following him closely.

I gave a small smile when I stepped in front of him, "Randy, I've seen crazy you aren't crazy. You are bright - and - and unique." He titled his head.

"I'm bright and unique? Who are you, and where is the real Thalia Salvatore?" I rolled my eyes at the remark and shook my head.

I turned on my heels, took a sip of my blood, and sat on the couch, covering myself up with a mountain of blankets. Randy, being Randy, grabbed a cup of coffee before plopping on the couch next to me. I knew he'd curly up under the blankets with me sooner or later. I already started throwing some of them on him.

"I'm here and explaining, I know crazy, I've lived with crazy. Anyway, I'm thinking - Pet Sematary?" He nodded, and I smiled as I turned on the TV so we could watch Pet Sematary.

"Why am I so bright and unique to you?" I looked at him as the movie menu pulled up. I wanted to explain my reasoning to him, but it seemed too risky, seeing as sooner or later. I'd have to leave. I can't stay in one place too long.

I gave a small laugh, "You remind me of my brother," I lied easily, though it hurt slightly, which was something new. I could lie to people without blinking, but lying to Randy hurt my soul.

"You are many things, Thalia. But you're a terrible liar." I side-eyed Randy after he said that since I've always been very persuasive. I pressed play to the movie.

I sat quietly, watching the movie, thinking about what he said. Am I seriously losing my touch? Or am I going soft? I side-eyed Randy, this boy I swear is the only person who can make me overthink my decisions, and here I am overthinking the fact I can't lie to him. He looked at me with a confused glance. I looked back towards the TV. I moved and got comfortable, and I closed my eyes.

I started to open my eyes again, but the movie was over. I yawned and looked over to Randy, who was asleep too. I stretched, careful not to wake him up. I smelt blood, a lot of it, which wasn't settling. I heard something on the news about someone copying Billy and Stu. I was hungry since I didn't eat much today, blood-wise. So, the blood was enough to make me thirsty, and the smell of Randy, of his blood and the pulsing being in his neck. I looked in a mirror to see my eyes going dark and veins sprouting from under my eyes. I looked away and quickly fled the room, as far away from Randy to keep him safe.

Randy woke up quickly since I stumbled into a wall, "What?" he was tired, and it showed in his voice. I shut the door, then opened my fridge and ripped a blood bag open, not caring about a mess. I just needed to keep Randy alive and safe from Ghostfaces and me.

I slid down as I drank the cold blood. Cold wasn't ideal, but it was enough to end my cravings. The door opened as I was feeding, and Randy came in and knelt close to me. He didn't look afraid like most did when they saw me. Who I am, a monster. Once the bag was empty, I rested my head against the wall and looked toward the bathroom where a mirror where I saw blood dripping from my mouth. The sight made my eyes start to water.

"Hey Lia, it's okay." He wiped the blood away from my mouth; I shook my head, disagreeing with him, "Lia, look at me." I kept my eyes on the bathroom mirror, looking at the monster I became.

"Go, Randy. It's not safe for you in here, not right now." He shook his head, showing he wasn't leaving.

"I'm going to quote a wise person since I know that you're being insecure, and you have every right to be, but you don't have to worry about what I think you, know why?" I shook my head to answer no. "Because you shouldn't care what people think. You're bright and unique, Lia. No matter what you feel, Lia, you're beautiful and talented." I looked up towards Randy and tilted my head.

"You think I'm beautiful?" I tried to make myself feel better by analyzing what was said, and he scoffed at my question. I looked at him, not sure what he had to say.

"Yes, I think you're beautiful. How could I not? Honestly, only an idiot wouldn't find you beautiful." I looked up at him, and he looked down at me.

I gave a small laugh in disbelief, "This is a funny but sick joke," I added my dramatic sense and wiped an invisible tear.

"Just take the damn compliment Jackass." Randy sighed as he held out his wrist to me, and I looked at it for a minute, not sure what he wanted me to do since I didn't feed from the vein. My control wasn't the greatest. "Eat." I looked up in his eyes, hoping he was joking.

"Randy, no -" Randy shushed me and kept his wrist towards me, "Randy, I don't - I can't," I warned, knowing I can't - I can't feed from him without hurting him.

"You can. I know you can, Lia. You can't live off blood bags forever; sooner or later, one day, you'll have to feed from the vein." He was right, but I didn't want this to be him. I don't think I could live with myself if I hurt him.

"Syd would kill me if I hurt you - I wouldn't - I couldn't live with myself." The look in his eyes didn't change; he had this look as if he genuinely wanted this. "Randy, I can hurt you - With my lack of control."

"Lia, you won't, I'd tell you if you did." I know he won't change his mind, so I took his wrist and carefully brought the warm, soft flesh to my lips. "It's okay, Lia." My eyes moved from his wrist to his eyes; it was a little scary that he had such an encouraging look in his eye about this.

I watched him as I bit into his wrist. It always hurts. I knew that from experience, so his slight flinch wasn't shocking, but it didn't make me easy. The warm blood hitting the back of my throat was an admirable feeling I hadn't had in forever. But it was for the better, and I knew that. This way of drinking was ideal - but blood from this method was more - intimidating. Somewhere in the haze, without me noticing, Randy moved me closer, resting his chin on my head as I fed, listening to his heartbeat.

"It's okay, Lia, you're doing fantastic." He whispered as he ran his hand through my fingers through my hair. His heartbeat changed, and his heart seemed to beat faster than it should've, "You're bright and unique, Lia, and apparently, I am too."

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azukisoul · 11 months

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Translation of HijiGin manga: Diary Exchange by saki1010_gt (Twitter)

I think about this manga literally once a week because I think it's akin to something Sorachi would write, so I'm sharing a translation here!

MANGA LINK | Out of courtesy to the artist I'm not reposting her art here, please visit the tweet, refer to the translation as you read along, and show the artist some love!

And the link to the Twitter thread of this translation if anyone is interested!

Translation

[page 1]

G: Oh, so you like me, huh, Vice Chief-san?

G: That's not a good joke to go along with this alcohol.

H: Even so, this is a once-in-a-lifetime confession. Don't make light of it.

G: Hmm.

G: Well, if you say it like that,

G: I can probably answer you through a diary exchange.

H: ...

H: Okay, sure!!

[page 2]

H: Who would have thought that a man one would assume to have dysfunctional relationships like him would suggest a diary exchange?

H: 70% of the world's HijiGin starts with physical contact (based on experience), how hard to get are we being, really? Even rural middle school students are more chill in their relationships than us.

H: Still, handwriting and way with words are also treasure troves of information on one's personality.

H: Maybe it's unexpectedly also a good way to know more about this guy who is the hardest to understand in all of Gintama.

H: I gave him some questions in my first diary I passed to him so he wouldn't have too much trouble writing his, let's see what his reply is...

G: The fleeting spring is slipping away and the heat is encroaching upon us, but I hope you are doing well as you are... Or whatever, doing that each time is a pain so I'm just gonna talk normally from now on like you told me.

H: Hmph, he's unexpectedly a decent writer.

G: Um, first off, my favorite food, right? It'd have to be sweets for sure. Anko and dango are my favorites, but recently I'm into fresh cream too... Yaaawn. I woke up early today so I'm getting kind of sleepy...

H: Hm?

K: My favorite food is sukonbu.

[page 3]

K: I can eat boxes and boxes of sukonbu. I also like foods that go well with rice. Stuff like seaweed tsukudani is the best.

H: Why is the China girl the one answering!? Anyway, the diary exchange thing got completely found out by the kids! Whatever happened to his personal life!?

S: A place I'd like to go have fun at would be a Terakado Tsuu concert.

H: Glasseees!! You too!?

S: Ah, but you don't have to trouble yourself with going with me. I'll just go with the Yorozuya. You can just get us the amount of tickets we need.

H: Plus, he's rude and no fun at all!

G: Wait, what? I was dozing off and suddenly the page got filled up somehow.

H: Yorozuya, realize that you've been infiltrated by an entity called your family! And either way, why don't you read the page back a little!

G: But this kind of thing isn't bad, too. I can say stuff that are hard to say out loud here. To be honest, about you, I... I actually quite...

H: *ba-dump* Huh? Yorozuya?

[SADAHARU PAW PRINT]

G: Man, that's so out of character to say! I'll never write that again! Well, then, until next time. —Gintoki

H: THAT DOOOOOOG!!! I CAN'T READ THE MOST IMPORTANT PAAAAART!!!

#ginhiji #hijigin #gintoki x hijikata #gintama #gintama translations #sakata gintoki #hijikata toushirou #ghg translations