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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - Hell's Assumptions

A/N – Okay, I think that’s everyone on the tagging list. So, here’s to Chapter 4. Raise a glass.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

MALE VERSION HERE

GN VERSION HERE

Tag-List: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx@sseleniaa@randomgurl2326@22carolina08@astrxwitch@yu-87 @clover-1767 @lil-bexie @thesimpybitch @reverse-soe

People were staring.

The worst part was, you weren’t sure who they were staring at, you or Lucifer. It could have easily been him since he was the King of Hell, and even those who didn’t immediately recognise him could sense the power he exuded. However, it was just as likely that they were looking at you and wondering who you were, and how you had managed to get their ruler to walk with you, especially since he wasn’t known for going out much.

Fortunately, when people saw Lucifer coming, they moved to the other side of the street, staring, whispering, taking pictures, but keeping a safe distance.

Lucifer was used to this kind of thing. He walked confidently, held a charming smile, and was generally non-plussed by the attention. You, on the other hand, felt awkward.

‘This was my idea,’ You mentally reminded yourself.

You tried to hold onto that thought as you attempted to strike up a conversation.

“So… What’s it like in the Embassy building?” You asked, quickly realising that it was a terrible topic as Lucifer’s smile became a glower.

You shouldn’t have reminded him where he was going. It was obvious he hated Heaven for their treatment of him, yet yearned for it and the life he had lost within its pearly gates where nothing went wrong for anyone.

“Sorry,” You said hurriedly. “I didn’t think- uh, nice weather we’re having?”

Lucifer smiled and shook his head. He couldn’t believe you. Only the night before, you had told him to grow up, with such confidence, and now here you were struggling for words. He bypassed the awkward situation with ease by asking, “Will you be visiting the Hotel today?”

“Oh, uh… Maybe. I would like to see everyone again. Check that Nifty hasn’t set anything on fire. Make sure that everything’s okay, and-”

You had been about to mention Angel Dust. Today was one of his work days. You would like to check that he was okay. You didn’t mention him however, with something like a confidentiality clause stopping you, though you weren’t his doctor, nor was he your patient. You didn’t want to talk about his suffering; he was more than his trauma.

Instead, you said, “I would like to check in, but maybe not today. Besides, you’ll be there tonight, won’t you?”

“Yes. I’d like to deliver the news to Charlie personally, and perhaps coach her on some of Heaven’s stricter rules.”

“Then, I think I’ll stay at the manor. I wouldn’t want to step on your toes. You and Charlie- I think you need to catch up a bit, without any interruptions. She missed you, you know.”

Lucifer ruminated on this for a minute. Whatever your motivations, he was glad that you were giving him and his daughter some space. Granted, the Hotel was large enough to house many conversations in separate areas but by making the offer of keeping your distance, you were giving Lucifer some breathing room; that was good.

Had you not made that offer, Lucifer might have brought up the topic of moving you back into the Hotel to Charlie, but in respecting his boundaries, Lucifer was starting to think that you weren’t so bad… for a Sinner.

“I missed her too.”

“Can I ask,” You said hesitantly, “What kept you away so long? You clearly think the world of her.”

Lucifer sighed, and stopped in the middle of the street, “I-”

He didn’t get to explain his absence.

Instead, he became annoyed as two Sinners, one who looked like a nine-year-old boy’s dream with bazooka arms and rocket-infused shoulders, and the other a winged bear-woman wielding a machine gun burst through the building on the opposite side of the road, waging war upon one another.

“SHIT!” You cursed, seeing the debris that threatened to crush a lone imp who hadn’t reacted quickly enough, his leg trapped under the first brick segment that fell.

Reacting quickly, you threw out your arms. A light green barrier shielded the imp from further harm, but you struggled under the weight of so much wreckage.

“MOXXIE!” A female imp yelled, running to him.

You thought she might struggle to lift the wreckage off him and were about to ask for Lucifer’s help before your barrier would inevitably crumble. Yet, the female imp was stronger than she appeared and she threw it off Moxxie. She then lifted him bridal style, and ran from the danger, shooting you a grateful look from across the street.

You gasped and shuddered as you let your arms fall, your barrier fading from existence.

“You shouldn’t have bothered,” Lucifer said as you straightened up.

“What?” You breathed heavily, recovering from the exertion; one of the weakest Demons in Hell, with your limited abilities.

“It was a nice thing to do, but what’s the point? Look around,” Lucifer threw his arms up dramatically. “Someone built something nice, and now it’s gone, all because two Sinners couldn’t take their petty power struggle somewhere else. Nobody benefits from this.”

You opened your mouth to argue but were interrupted by the same two imps you had just saved, “Hey there, I’m pretty sure my husband is delirious right now, but he wanted to come over here.”

“I’m not delirious, Millie,” Moxxie said pointedly, clinging onto her shoulder to support his weight; his leg was in all likeliness broken, but being an imp of Hell, it would heal quickly enough.

Millie looked at him sympathetically, likely thinking something along the lines of, ‘Baby, we’re the only ones on the same side of the street as His Majesty, but do what you gotta do!��

“I must thank you most humbly for your remarkable rescue in my name, good Lady,” Moxxie exclaimed pompously, probably presuming that since you were accompanied by Lucifer you were of a much higher station than you were. “Without you, I would certainly have perished, so I find it an appropriate time to extend my gratitude.”

“He means thank you,” Millie affectionately translated.

“You’re welcome,” You smiled. Then, with a small flourish of your fingers, Moxxie leg was bandaged and he was provided with a crutch to hold onto. You were no healer, but that would help the bone set correctly.

Moxxie and Millie thanked you both again, presuming that Lucifer had been part of the rescue (and in a way he was, for when the warring Demons saw him, they took their battle elsewhere), then they were gone, one limping down the street on his new crutch, and his wife offering to carry him.

“You’re wrong,” You said, once the pair were out of sight. “They benefitted.”

Lucifer didn’t know what to say about that. They were only imps. Why did you think they mattered? Yet, after watching the loving couple thank you for their rescue, Lucifer wasn’t certain that he trusted his assessment of the situation. Charlie wanted to redeem Sinners, you had just saved the lowest of all Hell’s beings and he…? He needed to reassess how he thought about things.

The two of you didn’t speak after that and Lucifer assumed that you were mad at him until you reached Heaven’s Embassy. Lucifer stared at the building, broken and hopeless, thinking about how he would have to fight for Charlie.

He was about to take the first step towards it when you rested your hand on his shoulder.

He stared at you, surprised.

“Good luck,” You proffered sympathetically. Then you walked away, and Lucifer was left staring after you. So, you weren’t mad at him after all. What a curious person you were.

He looked back to the building before him, the one place in Hell that was perfectly pristine, and unable to be harmed by anyone. After a deep breath, he headed inside.

When Lucifer returned home, he was exhausted. The meeting had been lengthy and derogatory. He had been treated with barely disguised disdain and talked in circles, but finally, Heaven had agreed to allow his daughter passage to Heaven.

It was never an option really. As the ruler of a powerful realm, Lucifer had to be treated respectfully, even if all of Heaven hated him. Yet, just because they had to acquiesce to his request didn’t mean they hadn’t tried to talk him out of it. The only good news was that it had been Sera and a few of her assistants who hosted the meeting, not that ignorant prick Adam; Lucifer hated that guy… though his taste in women had always been spectacular.

Still, it had all been worth it when he got to the hotel and Charlie thanked him and invited him to stay for a while. They had caught up over tea, and he had gotten to know a little bit more about her and her relationship with Vaggie. Lucifer likely would have stayed longer seeing as he’d also been invited to games night, but then that red-headed bastard was there, grinning like a Cheshire Cat, and Lucifer had made his reasons to leave.

Now, all he wanted was to recover in peace.

On his way upstairs, he heard the long-neglected TV blaring in one of the living rooms. Feeling somewhat guilty about his unsupportive attitude towards you earlier, he decided it would probably be good for him to make amends and apologise. So, before isolating himself for the evening, he sought you out.

You were hunched on the sofa, watching 666 News, and grimacing at the new headline, King of Hell’s New Fuckbuddy.

Lucifer stood quietly behind you, watching as Katie Killjoy reported, “While Hell will be royally fucked by the impending extermination it seems that King of Hell Lucifer is being royally fucked by his new bimbo bitch, seen walking with him today on the streets of Pentagram City.”

Security camera footage of you and Lucifer from earlier filled the screen for a minute before returning to the hosts.

“Who is this Sinner? Does Lucifer get off on Angelic clothing? We hope to find out more soon. Over to you, Tom.”

Tom Trench continued the report, much less assuredly than his co-anchor, “Nobody can say for certain they’re together. Some speculate the Demon to be his highness’ new assistant or-”

Katie clutched Tom’s neck in one hand, never looking away from the camera as she cut off his air supply, “Nobody gives a shit about your limp-dick opinion Tom. We’re all here to speculate about who’s raw-dogging who. Now, onto our cooking segment, It’s Dahm Good, with host Jeffrey who is making a delicious spleen soufflé. Jeffrey-”

“HA!” Lucifer laughed, pointing at the TV.

“Shit!” You yelped, lurching forward, having not known he’d returned home. You turned the TV off and stood to face Lucifer.

He was doubled over and wheezing at the idea that you and he would ever be together.

“Well, at least you’re not upset about this,” You grinned, finding his good mood contagious.

“What morons. They’re always just there, assuming the weirdest shit whenever I go out,” He laughed.

“Yeah? So, it’s okay people know we’re friends?”

Lucifer straightened up with a smile. So, you classed him as a friend? He didn’t confirm or deny your assumption of friendship. He waved his hand, unbothered, “Let them think what they want to think. It’s Hell, nothing matters. Besides, 666 News is trash.”

“Yeah, you’re right. So, how did the meeting with Heaven go? Did they agree to meet with Charlie?”

Lucifer sobered up slightly, though he didn’t seem as upset as he was earlier when Heaven was mentioned, “Yes. The meeting’s in a week. Charlie is- She’s optimistic.”

“And you?”

“I- My girl can handle it.”

“Yeah, she can.”

And so it was that you and Lucifer started to find some common ground, that slowly built the gap from two people who barely knew one another, towards friends.

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hadesoftheladies · 6 months

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female separatism isn’t about preference or “hating men.” i wish people would understand that separatism is vital to our health as women right now. one of the biggest things patriarchy has taken from us is MOBILITY and HEALTH. can you imagine a world where you wouldn’t be harassed for wanting to be tended to by only women? where female doctors and nurses that knew and prioritized female biology tended to you? streets where you could stroll and not feel a sliver of self-consciousness. where walking didn’t have to be a performance or a race from a man whistling at you?

i used to love going down to the river running at the bottom of the hill where my grandmother’s house sat. now I start to see more and more farm boys and farm men bathing in the spots I loved to rest in. I can’t be free even out there in the country. I have to be chaperoned. go in twos and threes. I can’t WANDER. i can’t run into the wild or bathe in the river. I can’t bask shirtless in the sun.

do women know how physically constrained we are? in corsets and brad and tight dresses because we must always prioritize aesthetics over happiness. we conflate approval and relief for joy. it drives me mad when I see the freedom men have. how wide their strides. how they can break out in a wrestle. how they aren’t taught to deform their bodies. how they are encouraged to nurture their physical power.

I wanted to go to the gymn by my neighbourhood, and my dad got annoyed with me. because it wasn’t safe. the only other segregated gymn in my whole city is miles away and unaffordable.

I taste separatism every time i sleepover at one of my sisters or we go on a retreat together. we can say anything. we relax. we bond and listen to each other. in all our different personalities.

but when there’s men in the conversation, everything becomes tedious. the banter becomes low hanging fruit. the conversation becomes competitive and thoughtless. it’s all about saying the most ludicrous thing for attention. it drags into politics of the worst kind.

and it poisons relationships. my sisters get a little meaner about other women. it’s so subtle and quick you wouldn’t notice it.

I long to be able to reach for women in history and not hunt for their names. not wade through the stories of their husbands or fathers before getting to them. I long for a world where female artists didn’t have to prostitute themselves for the male gaze, didn’t have to cripple their work by being nice to men.

even now in the modern age where information is more accessible than ever, you have to cut through so much noise to get to the voices of women. you have to cut through sob stories for killers and rapists before you get to the victims. you have to wade through male greats to get to their female predecessors.

if men aren’t talking over women, women are quieting themselves or too busy clamoring for another man’s attention, because his approval is power.

I want to show up to work without being condescended by a man who feels threatened by me. I am tired of censoring myself for male comfort.

who would I be, what could I do, if my movement, my body, my self-determination was not constantly suppressed. how many thoughts have I not allowed myself to think because the cost of speaking was too inconvenient?

cutting off male friends that violated my boundaries has already improved my quality of life, what would happen if I could be free of all of them?

I’d be healthier. happier. I’d be so much happier.

#radblr #feminism #radfem #separatism #female separatism

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lady-ashfade · 3 months

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Hi! How about Yandere! Frankenstein's monster? Maybe Reader was the doctor's younger sibling?

—£ Yandere!Male!Frankenstein x gn!teen!reader( platonic pairing)

—£ thank you for being my first question for the new thing I’m trying out! Forgive me because I haven’t listened to the story in ages, but lets go on a New Journey together?

—£ warning: yandere behavior, stalking, making up my own story, over all just wholesome

You weren’t supposed to be at his house. This was no place for a child but you had been forced to stay with him.

Your older brother never liked you much and found you annoying. So much younger, so small minded.

So when you moved in his house you could only go a few places, your room, the kitchen and the living room.

So you payed mind to your own things other then him which was great because he didn’t pay any attention to you anyway.

You hated the basement and you’ve never go in there. Your brother would disappear in there for hours and you couldn’t hear anything. It freaked you out. He was odd.

Which is why you should have stayed away from the banging on the door. It was loud and heavy like a large beast was clawing at the door. And deep groaning of what you think was a man scared you.

But it sounded scared and pleading and your heart couldn’t handle it. But with your luck it would be a bear or a wolf, something angered probably by your brother.

Though, you didn’t expect to find a man about five times your size- If you could call him a man. His skin was green with stitches in his skin and bolts around his neck.

He was no man.

He saw you look at him with fear as you stepped back, “Holy-” one wrong move and your death could be near.

He mumbled words but you couldn’t understand anything. He was trying to speak but clearly couldn’t.

He made no fast movements towards you. His eyes wide and you notice that look in his eyes. Fear.

He was scared of you? Why would be be scared of a young teen?

“Uhh…Are you okay?” He didn’t seem to understand you either.

So you showed him he had nothing to fear but the two of you were still worry about each other. But you came around.

He likes it when you smiled at him. You didn’t shout at him, you didn’t hurt him. You were nice.

I think he would think about you often after that. When the doctor came home you told him you found the man in the basement.

“You have been keeping him in the basements this whole time? What is wrong with you?”

Now your brother didn’t want to hurt you. But you forced your way into things that weren’t yours to know. But he agreed to let you see him a few times, though it was only a experiment.

And each time he would acted like a child when he saw you. Happy to see you, and like listening to you speak.

Which is why you read to him each time you saw him. He loved it. Brought him small things so he could be entertained when you were away.

Then he was able to go out into the world. Only with you. He walked behind you while you went to school, something your brother told him to do but he didn’t mind. Even if you didn’t know he was there.

He’d protect you any chance you got. Finding the boys who picked on you and gave them nightmares if he didn’t end up killing them. Or somehow hurting the girls as well, like cutting their hair or making them trip around the neighborhood.

“You know, one day I’m going to take you and move to Hollywood.” You said while looking into the magazine in your hand, “Don’t you think I’d be perfect on stage?” He mumble in agreement.

He’d get rid of your brother one day, chock him to death. And kill anyone he needed to make your dreams come true.

“My sibling.” But his words only came out in muffled and groans. You sometimes didn’t know what he was saying but you didn’t mind.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #yandere concept #yandere Frankenstein #yandere Frankenstein x reader #Frankenstein x reader #platonic x reader #platonic yandere #yandere headcanons

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sanjisboyfie · 7 months

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one piece smau: dating usopp edition

— get the amtching usernames bc usopp is a sniper - so he is cupid because he sniped readers heart just like that and theyre both madly in love w each other... everything does add uo i swear

— male reader as alllwayyyysss + i love giving usopp love bc hes so underrated not to mention easily fine as fuck (both in live action and in the anime)

liked by cupidusopp, roro.zoro, and 9k others

snipedbycupid: i was gonna gatekeep this photo of usopp, but decided that his beauty had to be shared w the world

tagged: cupidusopp

cupidusopp: uhmmmm sorry but i got a boyfriend, you can't jus b posting photos of me like this :///

-> snipedbycupid: fym "sorry" ??? is that what you tell other people on the street when they hit on you? "sorry but i have a boyfriend"

-> imcupid: please [name] that is NOT what i meant at all

-> snipedbycupid: so you're calling me stupid now ???

[liked by dni_nami, robinkills and 70 others]

dni_nami: okay but his hair ?? is giving

-> snipedbycupid: all he needs to do is grow his hair out longer so it can be put in a low pony UGHHH im salivating

-> cupidusopp: im taking notes rn so you never leave me

liked by freeluffy, skullnsoul, and 11k others

cupidusopp: me and my boyfriend are so hot and everyone wishes they were us

tagged: snipedbycupid

snipedbycupid: im barking like a DOG rn

-> cupidusopp: wow you really know the way to a man's heart im blushin rn

robinkills: you two look quite intimidating, how cute

-> snipedbycupid: we are the baddest duo in the world everyone needs to fear us

-> dni_nami: yeah, fear the public disturbances you two cause

[liked by roro.zoro, cupidusopp, and 90 others]

princesanji: someone needs to investigate how usopp possibly pulled himself a cute boyfriend

-> snipedbycupid: you're sure you're not gay sanji? you jus called another man cute, that's pretty gay of you

-> cupidusopp: sanji's gay ass in my comment section rn tryna steal my mannn 🤦🏽‍♂️🤦🏽‍♂️🤦🏽‍♂️

-> princesanji: with this attitude i really have no idea how anyone could fall for u

liked by princesaji, SUPERCOLA, robinkills and 12k others

dni_nami: i hate how these two dress better than the entire friend group without even trying

tagged: snipedbycupid and cupidusopp

cupidusopp: me n my baby gotta showout if the rest of u guys are gonna dress bummy af

[liked by snipedbycupid, freeluffy, and 100 others]

snipedbycupid: HE LOOKS EXTRA FINE IN THESE PHOTOS YALL THAT'S LITERALLY MINNEEE THATS MY BABBYY

-> cupidusopp: no way u got me kickin my feet n blushing like a school girl rn 🤭🤭

-> cupidusopp: also you look so FINE here stfu

ttchopper: i want to dress like usopp and [name]! they're so cool

-> roro.zoro: as long as you dont develope their level of stupidity, chopper, i say go for it

-> snipedbycupid: always gotta b the most unhinged shit coming from u zoro

liked by cupidusopp, princesanji, and 10k others

snipedbycupid: the little details of dating usopp <3

tagged: cupidusopp

cupidusopp: please i think i would die for you this is so serious

-> snipedbycupid: LMFAOOA USOPP STOP

roro.zoro: so you guys skipped gym to go on a date? im never inviting you guys again

-> snipedbycupid: did not mean to break ur heart today zoro pls forgive us

freeluffy: BEST FRIENDS ARE IN LOVE BEST FRIENDS ARE IN LOOOOOVVVEEEEE USOPP AND [NAME] SITTING IN A TREE, K I S S I NG !!!

[liked by snipedbycupid, cupidusopp, and 70 others]

-> princesanji: how old are you????

liked by dni_nami, princesanji, and 11k others

cupidusopp: boyfriends that pee together stay together !!!

tagged: snipedbycupid

dni_nami: the internet did not need to see this

-> cupidusopp: someone jelly that they're still single yawnnn

dr.law: this is so unsanitary, i need u both to delete yourselves

-> snipedbycupid: a doctor encouraging something as extreme as this, a shame what our generation has become

-> dr.law: you're the one posting yourself urinating for all to see.

freeluffy: hey where's my photo creds!! i had to stand on the toiler and take a picture over the stall for this angle!!!

SUPERCOLA: usopp had a vision and i can appreciate this - it's borderline art, guys

-> snipedbycupid: we knew you'd get it franky

liked by dni_nami, freeluffy, and 10k others

cupidusopp: i don't get mushy about me and [name]'s relationship often, but this man genuinely is my entire world and i love him so much and not a day goes by that where im not grateful that we have each other <333 i wanna share every single laugh w u, happy 2 years [name]

tagged: snipedbycupid

cupidusopp: I HATE HOW CHEESY THIS IS BUT HES MY POOKIE FR

robinkills: you two are so cute when you're not posting yourselves urinating on social media

-> cupidusopp: PLEASE ROBIN UNDERSTAND THE VISION !!!

skullnsoul: your guys' relationship is so cute because it's a perfect balance of everything you need in a healthy relationshp and im glad you two found each other

[liked by roro.zoro, princesanji, dni_nami, and 100 others]

-> sniperbycupid: awww brook you sound like such a wise old man, me and usopp love u v much thank u

dni_nami: my best friends are so cute UGH i hate u two

SUPERCOLA: i cant believe its been only 2 years it feels like you two have been tgt since forevverrr

-> cupidusopp: thatd b my bad bc ive had a crush on him since we met and i dont think i hid it very well at all.

snipedbycupid's story

WE ARE THE SEXIEST COUPLE KNOWN TO MAN

cupidusopp replied to your story: sorry im coming over rn bc !!!! u look too good in this photo to ignore i cant do this see u in 10

#≡;- ꒰ ° smau series ꒱#one piece smau #one piece imagines #one piece x reader #one piece x male reader #male reader #x male reader #usopp x male reader #usopp x reader #usopp imagines #male reader imagines #usopp smau #modern au one piece #modern au

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loeyslover · 5 months

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mind games

warnings: mental health problems, self harm, suicidal tendencies, unhealthy coping mechanisms, delusions, yandere behavior, obsession, psychological manipulation

mind games - sickick

growing up you knew your calling in life was to help people, to put the pieces of ones' broken fragments back together to fit what they used to be. you made the perfect fit for psychiatry, your heart finally finding where it would be useful once you were placed to work at the psychiatric ward.

trained to be stoic and indomitable in the field to avoid unhealthy attachment to patients, you thought you'd have no difficulty doing what your job required you to do; to hear what your patient was enduring mentally and prescribe the medication to unfocus the unhealthy thoughts. but you never once thought all that training would go out the window when you met him.

osamu miya, the deranged and psychotic, yet somehow charming male you'd been assigned. you'd spent hours listening to his thoughts and feelings finding them complex and thinking they needed to be deciphered, and maybe that way you could cure him. do what you were trained to do and stop the voices from plaguing his head, but somewhere along the way you succumbed.

you'd heard the stories, the way he'd scare off nurses and doctors, all whom had the same intentions you did. yet somehow you were different, you stood out amongst all personnel whom'd treated him. you made him feel a sense of peace in the grotesque place he'd reside in.

"again, samu?," you questioned, eyes landing on the fresh slices on the white skin of his forearms. "you've got to stop doing this, one of these days you'll slice too deep and never come back," you said, approaching his form with a first aid kid in hand to bandage his wounds.

the habit of his to slice through the flesh on his arms left scars littered all over the pale skin and left you with no choice but to come bandage him up each time it happened. he replied with the same answer each time you asked him about it, "the voices made him do it", they scattered whispers in his mind about the need to mutilate his own body to feel relief, to find escape from the hauntings in his mind.

but osamu had ulterior motives to hurt himself, he did it to feel the soft skin of your fingertips graze against his to heal him. to feel you kiss his scars and ask him to stop what he was doing. he'd never once felt so cared for and seen, so desired and loved for, but you awakened this inside him. the need to keep you all to himself, to seclude you away from the dangers of the world.

"i''d never go too deep darling," his orbs look into yours as you wrap sterile gauze around his cuts, "i don't know what exists after death, but i sure as hell know you're not there". your cheeks redden into a deep crimson shade, "then quit it, you're driving me crazy with worry every time you do this".

"i'm serious samu," you frown, "i'd hate to lose the patient i've done the most for, and i do it because i see through your facade, I know there's a good person deep inside of you".

"there's another side that you don't know," his voice deepens, his wrists wrapping around your own, a tight lock keeping you immobile. "I can't wait to get you all alone," a smirk spreading across his face as the fear pooled in your eyes, "watch me turn your mind into my home".

#yandere haikyuu #yandere osamu #miya osamu #miya twins #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu angst #tw yandere #tw manipulation #yandere osamu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu Drabble #osamu x reader

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femsolid · 1 year

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"Some secretary is trying to ward off her boss's advances, some housewife is picking up her husband's dirty underwear or herself off the floor where he knocked her again, some woman is training a new male recruit who will soon be her boss. These women will find one another and talk it over; together they will figure out the biggest scam ever pulled off, and they'll never be the same.

One of the basic tenets of radical feminism is that any woman in the world has more in common with any other woman (regardless of class, race, age, ethnic group, nationality) than any woman has with any man. To be female is reason in itself to be in servitude, to be hated, wounded, and killed in every country, every culture of the world.

Though I was anesthetized by patriarchy at the time, the years I was in Samoa, Nigeria, Malawi, Korea, and Malaysia proved more than ample time for me to identify, often to the point of physical pain, with the women of those countries. It did not take knowing their language or their culture well to make the connections between the Malawian women carrying burdens on their heads that make them moan and weep as they walk, and the desperate lives of the tens of thousands of prostitutes in Seoul. I may have bought the canard that these were simply "cultural" idiosyncrasies, but I saw that it was always women who were crushed by them, and something as yet unexamined and unnamed responded in me, as if I, too, were somehow being crushed. I saw that women in all these countries existed for the use of men and were essentially barred from any existence with a purpose other than this. It did not require a doctorate in anthropology for me to recognize that women and girl children ate last and starved first in every country."

- Going Out of Our Minds by Sonia Johnson

#quote #going out of our minds #feminism #radical feminism

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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The Spider and The Witch Chapter 1: The Experiment and The Flu

Summary: Peter Parker and Y/N L/N are junior biochem majors at Empire State College. Peter needs a volunteer for his research project, and a series of events leads Y/N to come down with the flu...or does he?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Language, blood, needles, description of medical procedures

Word Count: 3.6K

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“I don’t know how I managed to let you talk me into going to the lab with you this early.” You stretched your arms out as you yawned, keeping your arm just so to keep your coffee upright.

“Dude. It’s 10 am,” Peter chuckled.

“These good looks don’t just happen, man. I need a full nine hours.”

“Maybe if you went to bed before 3 am-” “Now wait a minute. You’re lecturing me about going to bed early when you used to pull all-nighters slinging webs around Queens?”

“Shut up!” He swatted your arm before you had the chance to pull away. “At least I was doing something productive with my life, not playing Pokemon-” “Completing the Pokedex is extremely productive. Now it might not be the same kind of productive as extracting the Spidey mutation from your genome sequence, but categorizing all the Pokemon from the Galar region is an important, time-consuming task.”

Peter rolled his eyes as he rolled down the sidewalk next to you. You chuckled, taking a sip of your coffee as you shook your head. This sort of banter was typical of your friendship. Peter was one of your closest friends and easy to joke with, but you also worked well together. It didn’t hurt that you were both biochem majors and had the same sort of scientific mind. Since you met in world civ last fall the two of you had been as thick as thieves. It didn’t matter that he was three years older than you, a grade above you, or that he used to be Spider-Man. Finding out that the guy in the Stark tech wheelchair who loved Led Zeppelin and Star Wars was once the friendly neighborhood superhero was not what you expected when you went over to his dorm to hang out for the first time. Peter was used to people freaking out when they found out and was thrilled when you shrugged it off.

“So what exactly are we doing today?” you asked. You had volunteered to help him out with a research project he was working on. He hadn’t told you much about it, only that it was being funded by Tony Stark and dealt with genome sequencing.

“Nothing too crazy. I need to take samples of your blood. I’ll use those as test subjects against my blood. That’ll be the control sample.” He punched in a sequence on the keypad on the arm of his chair. Tank tracks dropped down from the bottom of the seat as the chair began to climb the stairs to the science building.

“You know how to take blood?” you asked, holding the door open for him as he wheeled into the building.

“Yeah, well…yeah. I mean Sam taught me how to start an IV and drawing blood is the same principle, right? You gotta find the vein.”

“Oh my god I’m gonna die,” you mumbled as you turned down the hall toward the lab Peter worked out of. It was one of the newest labs on campus. Tony Stark had donated a sizable amount of money toward the Empire State College science and research division with the provision that all the money go toward funding better facilities for students. The new building had just opened at the beginning of the semester. Peter was more than excited to have a space stocked with the latest Stark technology to work on his newest endeavor. It was more convenient than trying to head upstate to the Avengers Compound a few times a week.

“I won’t let you bleed out on me, man. Worst comes to worst we’ll just throw some webs on it and send you to New York Pres.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better about all of this? Because it’s totally not.” You hated needles. You hated doctors. The thought of someone who was decidedly NOT a medical professional fishing around your elbow for a vein made your stomach flip flop. Maybe a large coffee wasn’t the best idea for breakfast…

The bright fluorescent lights in the lab snapped on as you opened the door. They seemed unnecessary as sunlight flooded the windows that took up the entirety of the easternmost wall. The overhead haze added to the sterile feel of the room: the latest in Stark Technology, ranging from microscopes and test tubes to autoclaves and fabricators, shone brightly against the lights. It was nerd heaven, stuffed to the brim with everything anyone could ever need for any experiment they could dream of. You threw your backpack on a lab table adjacent to where Peter was setting up his laptop. Once you were done helping him out, you figured you’d swing by the library to start cracking on the paper for your art history course.

“So I already took my own samples earlier this week,” he explained. “I’m storing them in the fridge over there. Mind grabbing them for me?” He motioned with his head to the mini fridge that sat next to the sink. You walked over to the fridge, seeing a rack of blood vials sitting on the bottom shelf amongst the Petri dishes of spores and sole can of Coke. “Don’t drop it,” he cautioned as grabbed a ziploc baggie of medical supplies out of his bag.

“Whoop.” You fake tripped, stumbling around and swinging the tray to and fro aimlessly. He shot you a somewhat serious glare. You returned a toothy grin.

“Dude if you drop that-”

“Relax, Pete. I’ve got steady hands.” You placed the tray on the table in front of him with the grace of a swan. “See?” You raised your hands up defensively. “Steady hands. I should be a goddamn surgeon.”

“Ah yes, Dr. Y/N L/N, the surgeon who hates blood.” He dumped the contents onto the table. Out fell some rubber gloves, a rubber tourniquet, needles, tubes, alcohol wipes, and cotton balls. You gulped at the sight of the paraphernalia. “So why don’t you just sit there and roll up your sleeve so we can do this.”

“Are you sure you can’t just, like, prick my finger?” Plopping onto the stool you rolled up the sleeve of flannel.

“Do you want to sit here and fill up these tubes one drop at a time?” Peter asked from the sink. The tray of tubes, empty ones and ones full of his blood, sat next to him as he washed his hands.

“Good point,” you muttered. It felt like you were chewing on the flannel from your shirt.

“Just relax, I did it on myself the other day and I turned out just fine.” There was a slight waver in your friend’s voice as he spoke. Try as he might to hide it, Peter was nervous, too. He snapped on the baby blue gloves. You turned your head away, refusing to look until he was done. “Can you just make a fist for-good okay, yup, I see the vein.” The sudden coolness of the alcohol against your skin made you shiver, but you refused to look. Even as you felt the slight prick of the needle against your skin you kept your eyes firmly shut. “Told you I wouldn’t let you bleed out,” he chuckled, replacing the now full vial with an empty one.

“How many vials do you need?” You strained your neck as you tried to look as far away as you could from the scene unfolding in front of you.

“I don’t know, I did six of my own. That should be enough,” Peter shrugged.

Six vials of blood? Why did you even decide to do this in the first place? You could’ve been back in your dorm in the comfort of your bed, sleeping the morning away, instead of having your blood forcibly removed from your body. Peter definitely owed you big time.

He removed the tube from your arm, handing you a cotton ball to stop the bleeding. “That should be it. Mind putting those back in the fridge for me?”

The second your feet hit the floor your knees wobbled. It was probably psychosomatic, but the sight of all your blood sitting inches outside where it should be made you the slightest bit queasy. “Yeah, no problem.” You shook your head quickly. There was no way you were going to let yourself puke or, even worse, drop the vials and have to do it all over again.

It took all your effort not to look down at the plastic tray in your hands. You concentrated all your effort on staring down the refrigerator. That ultimately meant neglecting your untied shoelace. Before you realized what was happening you found yourself tripping over your feet. While you managed to not lose your balance completely, the sudden jolt sent two of the vials crashing to the floor.

“Shit,” you mumbled as you set the tray on the floor. There were shards of glass and blood splattered across the marble tile. You quickly glanced over your shoulder, hoping Peter hadn’t seen your mistake. Much to your relief he was engrossed in his notebook. That bought you some time to quickly clean up the mess. You looked around for a roll of paper towels, spotting the roll next to the sink and tearing off a few sheets. The crimson puddles looked like they’d be easy enough to clean up. Not thinking too much about it, you knelt down and started blotting at the spill. A sudden stab caused you to recoil from the ground in pain. As you examined your hand, you noticed a small scratch on the pad of your thumb.

“You good?” Peter’s voice broke you away from staring at your hand.

“Yeah. Dropped one of the vials and cut myself. I’m good.”

“Was it one of mine or yours?”

“Uhh, mine.” Truth be told you had no idea if it was yours or his. There was no way to know which vial was which. Peter knew. He probably had it marked down in his laptop or something. But you remembered that his vials were facing you when you pulled them out of the fridge. That meant yours were away from you and there was an empty spot there. Yeah, it’s mine. “You need me for anything else?”

“Nah, you’re good,” Peter focused intensely on his laptop, typing away as you finished cleaning up your mess and putting the samples away. “Are we still on for dinner tonight? Ned’s dying to try out that new Thai place on Watts Street.”

“Yeah, shoot me a text. I’m headed to the library for a bit.” You slung your backpack over your shoulder as you headed for the door. “See you.”

“Thanks again, Y/N.”

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You spent the rest of the day in the library researching and typing and revising your paper. The minutes ticked by as you lost yourself in the endless barrage of Western paintings you thought looked all too similar. Yet as the day passed you found yourself feeling strange. At first you thought you had been studying too long. The words on your laptop screen seemed fuzzy and you found yourself re-reading the same paragraph on Donatello about a dozen times before anything seemed to click. Then the library seemed to drop ten degrees before abruptly shooting up another twenty. Sweat on the back of your neck ran down your shirt and chilled you as fast as it cooled you off. The lights were suddenly too bright and even the silence was too loud.

Shit, you thought to yourself as your felt heat radiating off your forehead. It was probably the flu. It had been making the rounds through campus for the better part of a month, so you weren’t completely surprised. Closing your laptop and shoving your books in your bag, you texted Peter as you left the library:

Got the flu. You and Ned go without me. I’m gonna go to bed.

The walk back to your apartment wasn’t long, but it was a near-impossible task in your ever-worsening condition. Every step felt like you were trudging through molasses. Your legs were as heavy as cement and you prayed you wouldn’t trip because you weren’t sure you’d be able to get up again. Tears clouded your vision. Rubbing your eyes didn’t help. The only thing on your mind was downing half a bottle of Nyquil and passing out as soon as you got back to your room.

Much to your relief you walked into an empty apartment. Peter and Ned must’ve already left for dinner. You kicked your shoes off and dropped your bag at the front door. There was no doubt in your mind that this was the flu: you felt like absolute garbage as you shuffled to your bedroom. As you flopped on the bed, clothes and all, your body felt like it was made of lead. Bone-crushing fatigue consumed you as you shivered on top of your bedspread. You prayed that you’d be able to get a little bit of sleep to help dull the pain.

When you woke the following morning, you were surprised to find that you didn’t feel sick at all. In fact, you felt better than you had in a long time. There wasn’t any evidence that you felt so poorly only a few hours ago. You swung your legs around to the side of the bed and stared at the floor as you thought about what you were going to do all day, but when you tried to stand up something was off. As you stretched your arms above your head, you felt something engulf you: it was your blanket. It was stuck to your hands.

Did I spill Nyquil on my hands? you wondered as you tugged at the fuzzy fabric. No, I didn’t take any Nyquil last night.

It took a considerable amount of effort to tear just one of your hands away only for it to stick on the wall as you balanced against it for support. Paint flaked away as you ripped your hand away. At that point you weren’t sure if you were still asleep or not. Squeezing your eyes shut, you reopened them to find flakes of drywall still attached to your fingers. What the hell? You shook your hands, trying to free yourself of the debris, but as you flicked your wrist downward, you heard a loud thwack. The sticky white residue covered Marty McFly’s face on the Back to the Future poster that hung next to your bed. That same white residue balled up on the inside of your wrist. When you tried to pull it off, a long spindly web came with it.

Oh fuck.

The implications of what just happened were huge to say the least. The vial you broke yesterday wasn’t yours: it was Peter’s. His blood contaminated yours when you cut yourself and now you had…spidey powers? It couldn’t be. This all had to be some sort of nightmare. You were just a normal guy trying to make it through college relatively unscathed. Sure, your roommate was an Avenger and that was a little weird, but other than that your experience was pretty normal. You had no interest in having superpowers or saving the world whatsoever.

“Everything okay in there, man?” Peter asked as he rapped on your door. It momentarily snapped you out of your panic.

“Uhh yeah, yeah. I’m good,” you hollered through the door, still looking at the web in your hand.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m okay. Just, uhh, knocked my blankets off the bed.” You wiped the web up with a tissue, praying that it wouldn’t stick to your hand, too. It didn’t, much to your relief.

“How are you feeling?” he called as you started taking off your clothes from the day before. A long shower would help you figure out what your next move was.

“Good. Great actually. I feel fine,” you responded, throwing your dirty t-shirt on the ground. “How was dinner?” “It totally sucked, man. You didn’t miss much,” Ned’s voice was faint as he yelled from the kitchen.

“Bummer. I told you that you should’ve done Indian instead.”

“Well hey if you’re feeling better why don’t we go for lunch?” Your stomach grumbled at the thought, but images of getting stuck to the subway pole loomed in your mind. “Yeah, sure,” you responded absentmindedly while kicking your pants off and grabbing a clean pair of sweats off your bed.

Wearing nothing but your boxers, you opened the door fully intending to go straight to the bathroom. The second Peter and Ned saw you their jaws dropped.

“Dude!” Peter exclaimed.

“Wha-?”

“Woah! Y/N, when did you get ripped?” Ned asked. You were thoroughly confused. None of your hobbies included going to the gym or working out. What were they talking about? The lights came on in the bathroom and as your eyes adjusted to the brightness you were shocked. It was like someone took a chisel to your body overnight. There were muscles in places you didn't know there could be muscles. The reflection in the mirror showed you defined pecs, swollen biceps, and the faintest outline of a six pack.

“What the hell?” you mumbled in disbelief. Your fingers traced over your chest, taking in the new body you’d inadvertently fallen into. It was a surreal experience seeing an unfamiliar body in the mirror. It was almost like you were watching someone else live your life while you watched from outside yourself.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Y/N?” Peter asked as he wheeled himself in front of the bathroom door.

“Yeah. I’ve just got spidey powers now.” It didn’t even feel like you were the one saying those words. Haze clouded your periphery, forcing you to focus on the newness of your body. It was an out-of-body experience in every way. There was no way to really process the profundity of the situation.

“You WHAT?”

Time stopped. Everything stopped. Peter’s face contorted with dozens of emotions in the blink of an eye. Glass shattered on the kitchen floor as Ned’s glass slipped out of his hand.

“Umm, yeah I guess. I’m starting to think that was your blood that I cleaned up yesterday.” You half expected Peter to be furious at the truth, but the beaming grin on his face told you otherwise.

“It worked! Holy shit it WORKED!” He spun his chair around excitedly, whooping all the while. “Mr. Stark, oh man, he’s gonna be so excited! He’ll want to meet you. Man, now he doesn’t even need to look for someone to be the next Spider-Man because…oh this is great, I can teach you everything! That way you’ll be WAY ahead of where he thinks you should be and he’ll let you onto the team fas-”

“The next Spider-Man?”

“I mean yeah, Mr. Stark will definitely want to talk to you about it,” Peter replied.

“Dude, I’d kill to be Spider-Man!” Ned added, sweeping up what remained of his glass.

“No way, absolutely not,” you groused as you stormed out of the bathroom. “No offense, Pete, but I don’t want to be an Avenger.”

“You don’t have to make a decision now. I don’t even know if he’ll ask. I mean he probably will but that doesn’t mean anything. He might just want you to come in to do, like, more testing or something.” Peter gingerly walked back his excitement. The prospect of training the next Spider-Man brought a sense of optimism back into his life that had long been forgotten. Losing his identity as the local neighborhood web slinger stripped away a core part of his identity: Peter Parker and Spider-Man were one in the same. Sure, he still used his powers and webs when he could, but it wasn’t the same. Tony had offered to make him an exosuit after the accident, but he knew that he couldn’t do it anymore. One close brush with death was more than enough for him.

“Look,” you sighed, “I’m not you. I don’t want to go out and swing through Manhattan and stop burglars or fight weird lizard things. I just want to be a normal guy doing normal guy things with my normal guy friends if I can even call the two of you normal.” Peter chuckled half-heartedly.

“Wait, can you stick to the ceiling?” Ned suddenly asked. You sighed again, shaking your head as you extended your arm up and jumped: you stuck. “Woah! That’s sweet!”

“Yeah, it is kinda cool I guess,” you chuckled as you watched your fingertips completely suspend your dead weight from the ceiling. Getting used to your new body was a curious sensation. Everything felt sharper. Colors were brighter and bolder. You saw incredibly small movements even from the corners of your eye. Your body felt stronger and faster and more agile. It was strange, spending your entire life as a regular human being and then waking up one day twenty years later with these weird spidery feelings tingling inside you.

“Do you want one of my web shooters?” Peter asked as you dropped down.

“Web shooters?”

“Yeah,” Peter replied questioningly as he raised an eyebrow. “You don’t think I can actually make webs, do you?”

You responded by mimicking the hand gesture Peter frequently showed you, flicking your wrist downward as a raveled strand of webs flew out of your wrist. Peter ducked his head out of the way in the knick of time while Ned’s jaw dropped in amazement.

“Didn’t see that coming, did you?”

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denimbex1986 · 5 months

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'It should come as no surprise that Russell T Davies, the man behind Queer As Folk, the one who first made Doctor Who tangibly gay, has returned to the franchise with what might be its queerest outing yet. But even we were surprised by quite how integral LGBTQ+ themes would be to the story this time around.

Much has been made of David Tennant and Catherine Tate's return, yet it's Yasmin Finney's brand-new character Rose who's at the heart of this Star Beast special.

Donna's daughter befriends The Meep first, and she's also the one who saves London when The Meep reveals itself to be evil. What's special about this is that it's Rose's trans identity specifically that proves key to her victory.

When we last saw her mother, Donna had absorbed some of the Doctor's energy, creating a 'metacrisis' that would have killed her if the Doctor had not erased her memories. But when she's reminded again of the Time Lord's existence in this latest episode, Donna survives intact, and that's because when she gave birth to Rose, she unknowingly split that energy between them, halving their potentially devastating impact.

As Donna's memories return, Rose's innate Timelord energy is then activated too, enabling her to stop Meep with newfound knowledge and abilities from her position on the ground.

Rose's non-binary identity stems from The Doctor's. (The show finally acknowledges them to be gender-fluid after they presented as both male and female over the course of the franchise). That means the source of Rose's power comes directly from her nature as a non-binary individual, positioning her as a hero because of her gender identity and not despite of it.

That's not to say Doctor Who shies away from the difficulties trans people face in real life. Earlier on in the same episode, bullies deadname Rose in the street and soon after, Donna's own mother, Sylvia, accidentally misgenders Rose as well, despite her good intentions.

Donna's response to all this? "I would burn down the world for you, darling," and honestly, that's how we feel after seeing some of the negative feedback these scenes have received online.

Despite scoring strong reviews from critics and the majority of fans, it seems not everyone is celebrating Doctor Who's much-lauded return.

On Rotten Tomatoes, trolls are review-bombing the episode, bringing the audience score down to 41%, which is a huge contrast from the critics rating of 89%. Of course, everyone is entitled to their own opinion and the episode won't be to everyone's tastes, but when comments suggest the show 'needs to stop pushing talk of pronouns onto kids', it's safe to say most of these opinions are grounded in hate and ignorance.

Imagine being shocked that a show about an alien who regularly changes their body and gender would dare acknowledge such concepts?

In the days following the special, a hashtag named #RIPDoctorWho continued this backlash on X/Twitter, to which Doctor Who casting director Andy Pryor said the following:

"Just stopped by to say that on @bbcdoctor who (or any of our work) we don't work hard to cast inclusively for publicity. We do it because we like stories. & stories should speak to all of us & include all of us. And if one person feels a little less alone, then."

With more queer cast members on the way, including Neil Patrick Harris as the villainous Toymaker and Ncuti Gatwa as the new face of The Doctor himself, the future of Doctor Who is looking queerer by the day.

But it's not just the future that's queer.

To those who baulk at more inclusivity in future seasons, we can't help but wonder: What show have you been watching this whole time? Because Doctor Who is super queer — and it always has been.

Yes, even before Jack Harkness slapped a guy's arse or Bill Potts fell for a puddle named Heather, the Classic era channeled queerness with how it defied the establishment and stood up for those who need it most. It's hard to exaggerate how much stories like this resonated with LGBTQ+ people at a time when positive representation was almost non-existent on screen.

It's no wonder then that a sizeable chunk of Doctor Who's fandom identifies as queer, even if the show wasn't able to address LGBTQ+ fans directly until (queer lifelong fan) Russell T Davies regenerated the franchise in 2005.

But now, all these years later, The Star Beast ushers in a new chapter for Doctor Who where the show can finally live up to the inclusive ethos it's always striven for.

That's not to diminish the positive steps other showrunners have taken in the interim. 2015's 'Sleep No More' featured Doctor Who's first trans actress, Bethany Black, and season twelve's 'Praxeus' successfully flipped the 'Bury Your Gays' trope, although the less said about how season 13 handled #Thasmin the better.

And it's not like everything is suddenly perfect now. Rose's metacrisis abilities could feed into sci-fi tropes around trans/non-binary identities being considered "alien", plus the inclusion of Rose's deadname has garnered a mixed response from the trans community online.

While some argue this has given trolls the opportunity to use that name venomously against her character, others point out that transphobia is a reality the show shouldn't shy away from.

The moment when Rose calls the Doctor out for assuming Meep's pronouns might feel a bit-on-the-nose for some too, although if this kind of talk immediately heralds the end of the franchise for you, you might want to cast your mind back a few decades to 1972's 'The Curse of Peladon' where the Doctor and Jo discussed Alpha Centauri's pronouns at length.

But still, seeing trans and non-binary identities celebrated to this degree is very much welcome regardless, especially in a family show with such a huge fanbase like Doctor Who. This is the kind of storytelling that saves lives, trolls be damned.

And now, with the impending arrival of more trans actors and characters in Yasmin Finney's wake — including Jinkx Monsoon, Mary Malone and Pete MacHale — Doctor Who's next season promises to be more inclusive than ever before.

If you have a problem with that, remember that your hero, the good Doctor, would never discriminate against trans people, or any other marginalised group for that matter either. So why would you?'

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fellthemarvelous · 4 months

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The Giggle is a true work of art

It's a love letter to humanity, but everyone has to be willing to listen for it to work.

I love this gif. Think about it. The MCU has a LARGE audience base and Tony Stark is the face of the MCU and is one of the richest men alive. It is no accident that UNIT looks like a tower that was erected by a a white male American narcissist who sacrificed his life to save the entire universe. Love him or hate him, Tony Stark gets your attention. And so does Iron Man. And so do the other Avengers. You know who else has a tower? Batman. (Right?). He's DC. Some people like both. I don't know enough about the DC characters.

And think about RDJ who is trying to step away from the Tony Stark image. It's a character he loved, a character that changed his life after he got out of prison, and he will always love Tony Stark, but he and Tony Stark are not the same person.

https://www.thestreet.com/media/vintage-video-of-robert-downey-jr-visiting-wall-street-resurfaces-goes-viral

Robert Downey Jr told us what was up in the 1990s.

This is meant to connect to the people who love superheroes and superhero movies. To see that Robert Downey Jr is the way he is because he's seen the ugly side of humanity and he has always told us what he really thinks. People look up to him.

This is meant to catch their eye, to say THIS IS WHAT WE ARE DOING. Please listen to our message.

Nerd culture is beautiful art.

And if you don't spend your time asking yourself how often Neil Patrick Harris is bullshitting us because I refuse to believe that he had never heard of Doctor Who before joining the cast. I think he just threw 100% of his "please" attitude into Barney Stinson.

Remember when Neil Patrick Harris played Doogie Howser, MD? The 14 year old Doctor?

Oh, he was a Doctor too! So let's not forget this other cult classic Doctor character he played. If you haven't seen Doctor Horrible and His Sing-along Blog you are missing out.

He was once listed as one of Times' 100 Most Influential People in 2010.

He's charismatic and is openly affectionate with his husband and their children.

Love him or hate him, he has a large fanbase. And he is an AMAZING actor. And a really good magician too.

And they used his skills as a magician on Doctor Who, took us to Soho in 1925, and the Good Omens fandom arose from our slumber severe hyperfixation and meticulous meta analysis to dig into a fandom where David Tennant is the most popular incarnation of a particular character, so we are already doing nonstop detective work.

The Good Omens fandom LOVES David Tennant. He is our favorite rebellious demon.

He played the MCU's most terrifying villain (there is not one single MCU villain that has ever terrified me as much as Kilgrave because that fucker uses his powers of mind control to force Jessica Jones into being in a relationship with him...among other things). As a character though, he was fucking fascinating despite the fact we have met so many men who act just like him, and we hate all of them.

Side note: When I typed "Doogie Howzer" into the gif search, this is the most popular image that came up. I consistently get Howser and Howzer confused.

Now I've got the attention of the Star Wars fandom! Howzer rocks.

You know who else appeared on a Star Wars show (again) this year?

This entire episode was crafted in a way that it formed as many connections as it could with other fandoms.

And not just that. It made sure to include as much representation as possible. Was it perfect? No, but the point is that Doctor Who is telling the world that it is moving on. It is ready to grow and it is ready to be a mainstream voice for everyone whose existence is being threatened by unjust laws.

The new Doctor defied expectations. This Doctor is a breath of fresh air, and a reminder that we will all be okay, but change is inevitable and this sci-fi show about an alien who is either 2,000 or 4,000,000,005 years old. I can't keep up anymore. It doesn't matter because he's a Doctor free from the confines of societal expectations.

Nerd culture is vast, and I know I've left out fandoms because I don't really have all day nor do I know all the fandoms, so I'm just giving you a taste of what I do love.

This episode is meant to be for everyone who needs a place to call home.

And the old Doctor finally gets to retire to make way for the new Doctor.

And as a reward for longtime fans, the retired Doctor has found a place to call home on Earth with his best friend. David Tennant will always be Doctor Who because the old Doctor was allowed to live.

And for the Staged fandom, you know what that means, Michael?

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infernalbliss · 2 years

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Doctor's Appointment

Il Dottore x Top Male Reader

“Even a doctor needs to be taken care of every now and then, especially with a workaholic like Dottore. Thankfully, you know just how to help him.”

CW: Harbringer!Reader, Dubious Consent, Dottore has a pussy, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Marking, Unsafe Sex, Implied Pain Kink

"What the hell? That damn doctor's been so grouchy lately..." You heard Tartaglia grumble as he walked down the halls side-by-side to the woman he hates the most in the world, who surprisingly nods in agreement.

"He's been rather distasteful, I could barely refrain from backhanding that horrid mask of his..." She scowled.

Your voice quipped into their little conversation, "Hey now, the mask isn't that bad."

Childe lights up when he sees you, his disgustingly fake childish grin flashing as he waves his hands merrily. "Oh, (Y/N), hey! Catch the latest hottest gossip; Dottore tried to kill me."

You stared blankly at him. "So what's new?"

Tartaglia squawked in offense. "Not even an ounce of pity or concern?! You wound me, (Y/N), I assumed that the two of us are good friends! It seemed that I was sorely mistaken."

"We're friends when it conveniences me."

"Rude! Same, but rude!"

Your two fellow harbringers watched as you walked past them with an air of superiority - causing Signora to scoff - towards the direction they came from; Il Dottore's lab of manmade nightmares, filled with gruesome human experiments and nauseating bodily modifications. Your favorite place, really.

"Where're you going?" Tartaglia quirked a brow, his confusion growing when you turned to shoot him a smirk.

"Helping you sorry lot with your silly problems. So long, dumbass twins."

❧

"The hell do you want?"

The doctor grumbled the moment you stepped foot into his little land of odd wonders, as if he sensed your presence despite your careful attempts at being quiet. He was sitting on a chair right by a metal table, where a broken ruin guard laid unmoving. The poor scientist evidently grouchier than usual as he tinkered with his favorite toys, the sounds of metal scraping against each other filling the air of silence.

"Coming to check up on my favorite fellow harbringer." You crossed your arms, grinning playfully. "Only to find a grouchy little kitten."

His sharp growl of annoyance piqued your interest. "Hardy har har, hilarious. Get out before I kill you."

"Huh, they're right. You are grouchier than usual."

"Pray tell, do you have a problem with that?" He snapped, turning to you with a snarl. "Get out of my sight if you have nothing better to say."

Your eyes "Oh no, I have something better to suggest; let me help you."

His deadpan look suggested that he assumed you were fucking with him, so you waved your hands in reassurance. "Hear me out, doc. You've been working all week, and I've been on my ass with nothing to do for a while. Why don't I keep myself busy by... helping you relax?"

Dottore scoffs, "By what, giving me a good massage? Piss off, shithead."

You shrugged, "I guess it's kind of a massage."

His crimson eyes followed you warily as you idly approached his form, each steps oozing with confidence and fearlessness as if Dottore couldn't grab a scalpel and fling it to your throat. But you know he wouldn't, because you could tell from the light glint in the eyes peeking through the holes of his mask; he's interested.

Eventually, your tall form loomed over his sitting figure, casting an intimidating shadow over him before you suddenly lowered yourself to your knees.

The doctor scowled, but never tried to stop you. "What do you think you're doing?"

Your eyes remained on the spot between his legs as you spoke, "What I promised."

Your fingers fumbled slightly as you unclasped the button of his pants, before you slowly pulled the zipper down to reveal his adorable little underwear. With his slacks now loosened, you rolled them off his hips until they fell to his ankles, and he swiftly kicked them off to be strewn uselessly on the floor.

You thumbed against his clothed clit, and he throws his head with a light groan.

"Fuck..." He moans into his gloved hand, his thin body shuddering with each push and role of your thumb, jolting with every added pleasure. You teased him like the bastard you are, forcing out choked sounds from the prideful doctor.

"Stop playing around and get on with it..." His deep voice growled, glaring down at you with a scowl, his face flushed from underneath his mask. Who are you to deny the doctor's orders?

With one tug of your strong hands, his panties ripped apart in one swift motion, reduced to pitiful tatters. Dottore grieved the loss of his underwear, but said nothing to scold you.

His cunt was all wet and puffy from arousal, the little clit glowing red from when you played with it. His slickly hole gaped every now and then like a hungry creature, begging to be filled and fed to the brim. Natural slick trailed down to the crevice of his ass, pooling on the metal chair he rested upon. You took the time to admire such a lovely sight, riling up your appetite further.

Dottore grumbled impatiently, "Are you done leering at it? Either you eat me out or- AH—!"

He sharply gasped as your warm mouth enveloped his leaking pussy, tongue immediately running through his sensitive folds as you scooped up as much of his essence as possible. You groaned into his pussy, finding yourself growing hard by just how unbelievably sweet he tasted. Craving more of it, your tongue smothered his wet hole until more of his slick gushed out.

Dottore squirmed with each flick of your tongue, loudly gasping and moaning from the waves of pleasure your mouth forced through him. He could barely contain a scream as you nibbled and lapped your tongue against his hardened clit, gripping your hair for dear life.

"Oh- Oh Archons—!" He mewled, his slender back arching marvelously as your tongue slithered through his pussy, prodding around his sensitive walls until he's sobbing in delight. "Nha—ah..! Don't stop, don't you dare stop!"

Through his brash form of encouragement, your tongue picked up the speed and fucked through his quivering folds until he's sent howling, his unrestrained voice echoing through the laboratory. The wanton cries pouring out through his lips filled you with the desire to destroy him further.

"Ah! Hahh! Fuck—!" He cried out, strangled whines filled with ecstasy.

With one audible slurp, the doctor came with a piercing howl, his hips jumping into the air as he squirted out into your awaiting mouth. His thighs trembled pitifully in your grip as you sucked and lapped against every bit of his cum, wanting to swallow as much as possible. Every little flick of your tongue had him jolting from sensitivity, his long fingers curling into your hair.

Eventually, you released him with an audible pop, a string of saliva and slick connecting your lips to his pussy before breaking off completely. Your eyes hungrily gazed down upon his red, puffy cunt, still quivering pitifully from your abuse.

You're still painfully hard, and that just won't do.

Dottore - still debauched - eyes you in confusion as you rised from your kneeling position, looming over him once more. Your eyes glinted dangerously as you peered down at the shaking doctor, and for once in his life, Dottore felt fear take over his being.

His breathing quickened as he watches you unbuckle your pants, anxious yet excited for what's to come.

"W-wait..." He uselessly protested as you lifted him up from the chair he sat, only to plop your own ass comfortably on his seat. With strong hands, you kept the doctor elevated by his hips above your raging erection, the tip of your leaking cock barely kissing his wet folds. His pouring slick dripped and trailed down the bulging veins of your dick, providing just enough lubrication.

His fingers dug into your shoulders as you grinned at him.

In one swift motion, you pushed him down and speared your entire length and girth through his tight walls.

You wondered if the other harbringers heard his whorish wails.

You wasted no time with pathetic foreplay. In an instant, you used your strength to force Dottore's hips up and down your cock, treating his slender body as your own personal fleshlight. His moans and squeals bounced along his motion, the sounds a slut like him would make once he's fucked into oblivion. Your rough handling of his frail body was sure to left bruises all over his pale skin, especially with the death grip you had on his narrow hips. And from the way he mewls everytime your clutch tightens, you know he loves it.

"A-Ah, hahh—!" He moans, back arching like a bridge everytime your cock stretches him beyond what he thought was possible. The sounds of sweaty skin slapping against each other joined his chorus of passionate squeals, producing sweet music to your ears.

You weren't doing any better, either. His walls were smooth and tight, enveloping the shape of your cock almost perfectly, leaving no room for air and making sure you feel pleasure on every inch of your dick. You groaned everytime the shape of his ass slotted with your hips, squeezing your entire cock like a vice before being pulled off once more. His cunt threatened to squeeze every bit of cum out of you until there's nothing left, and you weren't opposed to the idea one bit.

"Look at you, doc..." Your teasing grin stretched from ear to ear as you peered up at him, taking in the sight of the trail of tears peeking from the exposed part of his face. "Such a needy whore for me, such a good little slut..! Your cunt feels better than anything Celestia could promise, I could fuck you for ages!"

"Oh will you—Anh, fuck! W-Will you quit it with your r-ridiculous words?!" He growled with naked irritation. You could barely make out the words he spat from the furious way he bounced, so you took pity and ceased for a while. His aggravation was as clear as day from the way his crimson eyes glared daggers into you.

"Don't be daft with such needless conversation." He scoffed, "Busy your mouth with whatever else!"

A smile slowly crept up on your face. "With pleasure."

You could feel him jolt when your lips connected against the pale skin of his neck, followed by a groan as you began to smother his skin with sucks, licks and harsh bites that broke through the thin layer, drawing blood. With your tongue, you lapped against the newly made wound and smeared the blood all over his neck, shoulders and chest, connecting the dots of bruises and hickeys. He was akin to a blank canvas, and you were set on being the artist.

"Ah—Archons..!" He moaned in delight at the stinging sensation that spread through his shoulders as you marked and fucked him, gasping everytime your roaming hands rolled his hardened nipples through the fabric of his clothes. It was only a matter of time before you eventually ripped his shirt apart, but the doctor found that he didn't care.

The moment his chest was bare and free, your mouth found it's way to his perky buds and immediately sucked like a starving child, eagerly taking in the sweet, vulgar noises that escaped Dottore's lips.

You clamped your teeth around the abused nub and bit, and his scream of bliss echoed through Teyvat.

"(Y/N)..!!"

Ah, your ego's never been so inflated before.

The way Dottore cried out your name switched a flip within you, and in a matter of seconds, your hands held Dottore's lithe body in place as you rutted into his cunt like a beast. He squeals in delight everytime the tip of your cock kisses the mouth of his womb, threatening to breach through and ruin his insides beyond repair.

"Ah—Hahh! Fuck- fuck me! Fuck me faster!" Dottore sharply gasped, pure ecstasy filling him from head to toe from the brutal way you fucked into him. "Yes, yes, yes— GODS, YES!! Right there, right there—Ahh!!"

You bit your tongue to contain any dirty talk that could anger him, but you couldn't contain the pleased grin that stretched through your face. You did that; your cock ruined and shattered every bit of pride he had in him left, letting free the whore in him that you knew was in there all along. His moans, his cries, his screams - it's all on you.

Before he knew it, he was squirting all over your cock again, making an even bigger mess than the last. But it's nothing compared to what was about to happen.

You came with a howl, filling the doctor up to the brim with your warm seed.

Dottore's red eyes rolled back into his head as he felt your cum shoot straight into him, filling him up until he was reduced to whimpers. Archons, he didn't know being cummed in would feel so good...

The two of you took a few moments to come down from your high, panting heavily with Dottore still around your softening cock.

Then, the doctor lifts his head up and shoots yet another glare. Uh oh, did you do something wrong?

"You ruined my pants."

Oh.

❧

The next day, the doctor was notably far more tolerable than before, sparing a few pestering soldiers from a wrathful death... a few of them, at least.

Tartaglia turns to you as your meeting for the week wrapped up, and Dottore strolled out with a surprisingly merry goodbye to continue his inhumane experiments.

"You really did fix our problems, huh?" He gaped with wonder as you smirked.

Both Signora and Scaramouche nodded in agreement, although the tiny balladeer was notably more confused.

"I don't know what you did," Scaramouche squinted, "and I don't think I want to know, but you've managed to get a doctor's nasty temper off of our backs. You deserve a thank you, at the very least."

"I'm a man of my words." You smugly huffed, your arms crossed. Scaramouche rolled his eyes in light amusement while Signora scoffed.

Tartaglia was eerily quiet.

You quirked a brow, "What?"

"You fucked him, didn't you?"

It was safe to say, the meeting ended chaotically.

#il dottore #il dottore x top male reader #il dottore x top reader #il dottore x male reader #top male reader #top reader #male reader #dante's works

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lara635kookie · 4 months

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I didn't even watch "WISH" yet because in my country it will only be available at january, but people are saying it's a bad cliche so I probably won't watch at the cinema.

The thing is, even though I am a hopeless romantic, not everything has to have romance. There are princess who are perfectly fine without a prince, like Mirabel, Elsa, Merida, Moana and Raya(I do kinda like the idea of Raya with a girl, just not Namaari). But we were so robbed of seeing Asha and the star boy(he is literally a staR so I don't doubt Disney would call him StaN or something like that, so his name is Stan from now on, I am gonna call him like that, is easier than star boy). Asha and Stan had the potential to be the next Tianaveen and Rapunzel&Eugene (I don't know their ship name). The concept arts are the cutest thing I have ever seen. Also "At All Costs" (bop) would have been a love song between the two!!! Them singing it man. The pain I will feel when I don't see them passionately sing it, very "I see the light" coded, in the actual movie. Somehow, now is not feminist for a strong female character to have a male partner by her side. Like...This doesn't make sense! You can be a strong female character and have a man at the same time! Have y'all forgotten Mulan and Shang? Anna and Kristoff? Ariel and Eric? Jasmine and Aladdin? (There are more examples and I could go on all day, but you got what I meant already) I hate Disney for throwing good ideas at the trash and playing safe just for money(like Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk said "it's a metaphor for capitalism"). And as the guy looked blonde with blue/green eyes in the arts I have seen, and Asha is a black latina, they lost the opportunity of having a biracial couple ACTUALLY DONE RIGHT (Pocahontas and John Smith don't count, he is a collonizer with the most common name in the world, she deserves so much better). Like, if the thing is show how inclusive you are by having a black latina female protagonist for little girls to see and feel represented in a good way, you could have increased that feeling by making someone fall in love for her. Little girls would feel like they are beautiful and desired/desireable in a positive way and that they worthy of being loved and love and be with whoever they want to be with, even someone who has a different skin color.

I am also mad because we could have seen Disney's first evil villain COUPLE with King Magnifico and his wife, the queen(still don't know her name, sorry). Can't you guys imagine the HITS, THE FIRST PLACE OF BILLBOARD HOT 100 WORTHY songs, they would proportionate us? Even if only one song, it would be enough for me. But someone thought having a female villain would be anti-feminist and they discarded an original and authentic idea, which is what Disney built its empire on the first place. Come on Disney minorities don't want to be portrayed as those unrealistic superior beings, they want to be portrayed as real human beings with emotions, struggles, qualities and flaws. Having an iconic female villain like you guys always had(like Maleficent, Cruella De Vil, Ursula, Mother Gothel, Lady Tremaine, etc) and set her up with an iconic male villain(like Gaston, Doctor Facilier, Shan Yu, Jafar, Hans, etc) it would have been top notch, god tier. King Magnifico and the queen could have been like the Gomez and Morticia of evil. You could address so many topics by it. Like the kingdom being ruled by evil would have been a great social critic of some politicians out there, for example. And we could have had an iconic final boss battle between Asha and Stan VS Magnifico and the queen.

Anyway, what I mean by this is that if someone has fanarts or just ANY CONTENT, of Asha and Stan, tag me, reblog this or comment, I don't care, just warn me, because they are my new obsession. I will also write a fanfic about this movie with these ideas, but only after I have watched the movie so until them, please feed my hyperfixation in Stasha (Star boy/Stan×Asha), I'm begging y'all

#disney wish #wish 2023 #princess asha #wish asha #king magnifico #asha x star #asha x star boy #asha x stan #asha x star guy

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writeyouin · 3 months

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Male-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - Hell's Assumptions

A/N – Okay, I think that’s everyone on the tagging list. So, here’s to Chapter 4. Raise a glass.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

FEMALE VERSION HERE

GN VERSION HERE

TAG LIST: @lxkeeeee @moonieper

People were staring.

Fortunately, when people saw Lucifer coming, they moved to the other side of the street, staring, whispering, taking pictures, but keeping a safe distance.

Lucifer was used to this kind of thing. He walked confidently, held a charming smile, and was generally non-plussed by the attention. You, on the other hand, felt awkward.

‘This was my idea,’ You mentally reminded yourself.

You tried to hold onto that thought as you attempted to strike up a conversation.

“So… What’s it like in the Embassy building?” You asked, quickly realising that it was a terrible topic as Lucifer’s smile became a glower.

“Sorry,” You said hurriedly. “I didn’t think- uh, nice weather we’re having?”

“Oh, uh… Maybe. I would like to see everyone again. Check that Nifty hasn’t set anything on fire. Make sure that everything’s okay, and-”

Instead, you said, “I would like to check in, but maybe not today. Besides, you’ll be there tonight, won’t you?”

“Yes. I’d like to deliver the news to Charlie personally, and perhaps coach her on some of Heaven’s stricter rules.”

“Then, I think I’ll stay at the manor. I wouldn’t want to step on your toes. You and Charlie- I think you need to catch up a bit, without any interruptions. She missed you, you know.”

“I missed her too.”

“Can I ask,” You said hesitantly, “What kept you away so long? You clearly think the world of her.”

Lucifer sighed, and stopped in the middle of the street, “I-”

He didn’t get to explain his absence.

“SHIT!” You cursed, seeing the debris that threatened to crush a lone imp who hadn’t reacted quickly enough, his leg trapped under the first brick segment that fell.

Reacting quickly, you threw out your arms. A light green barrier shielded the imp from further harm, but you struggled under the weight of so much wreckage.

“MOXXIE!” A female imp yelled, running to him.

You gasped and shuddered as you let your arms fall, your barrier fading from existence.

“You shouldn’t have bothered,” Lucifer said as you straightened up.

“What?” You breathed heavily, recovering from the exertion; one of the weakest Demons in Hell, with your limited abilities.

You opened your mouth to argue but were interrupted by the same two imps you had just saved, “Hey there, I’m pretty sure my husband is delirious right now, but he wanted to come over here.”

Millie looked at him sympathetically, likely thinking something along the lines of, ‘Baby, we’re the only ones on the same side of the street as His Majesty, but do what you gotta do!’

“I must thank you most humbly for your remarkable rescue in my name, good fellow,” Moxxie exclaimed pompously, probably presuming that since you were accompanied by Lucifer you were of a much higher station than you were. “Without you, I would certainly have perished, so I find it an appropriate time to extend my gratitude.”

“He means thank you,” Millie affectionately translated.

“You’re wrong,” You said, once the pair were out of sight. “They benefitted.”

He was about to take the first step towards it when you rested your hand on his shoulder.

He stared at you, surprised.

“Good luck,” You proffered sympathetically. Then you walked away, and Lucifer was left staring after you. So, you weren’t mad at him after all. What a curious person you were.

He looked back to the building before him, the one place in Hell that was perfectly pristine, and unable to be harmed by anyone. After a deep breath, he headed inside.

Now, all he wanted was to recover in peace.

You were hunched on the sofa, watching 666 News, and grimacing at the new headline, King of Hell’s New Fuckbuddy.

Security camera footage of you and Lucifer from earlier filled the screen for a minute before returning to the hosts.

“Who is this Sinner? Does Lucifer get off on Angelic clothing? We hope to find out more soon. Over to you, Tom.”

Tom Trench continued the report, much less assuredly than his co-anchor, “Nobody can say for certain they’re together. Some speculate the Demon to be his highness’ new assistant or-”

“HA!” Lucifer laughed, pointing at the TV.

“Shit!” You yelped, lurching forward, having not known he’d returned home. You turned the TV off and stood to face Lucifer.

He was doubled over and wheezing at the idea that you and he would ever be together.

“Well, at least you’re not upset about this,” You grinned, finding his good mood contagious.

“What morons. They’re always just there, assuming the weirdest shit whenever I go out,” He laughed.

“Yeah? So, it’s okay people know we’re friends?”

“Yeah, you’re right. So, how did the meeting with Heaven go? Did they agree to meet with Charlie?”

Lucifer sobered up slightly, though he didn’t seem as upset as he was earlier when Heaven was mentioned, “Yes. The meeting’s in a week. Charlie is- She’s optimistic.”

“And you?”

“I- My girl can handle it.”

“Yeah, she can.”

And so it was that you and Lucifer started to find some common ground, that slowly built the gap from two people who barely knew one another, towards friends.

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katyspersonal · 11 months

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Fandomry tips on hcs.

I've met another user that was afraid to share their cool Maria story ideas out of fear that they'll get shunned as "hating masculine lesbians", so, just a few things:

1) No matter how popular a headcanon is, it doesn't become canon. Fandoms do not abide by majority rule in which you could never have an unpopular idea.

2) With LGBT+ headcanons, the less you justify them - the better. The rude minority might think that Maria "has" to be a lesbian because her hunter outfit resembles male Knight garb and she cares about a female friend, and everyone who disagrees "lack media literacy" and "has bias". What is it trying to say? That bi or straight women could not look masculine? That the only reason a woman would ever dress masculine is to be the 'man' for her femme? Or that women could not care about other women deeply unless they're attracted to them? Even "historical accuracy" excuse is obsolete, because Bloodborne clearly doesn't abide by real world's history Victorian antics. Female vicars/doctors/hunters and people of color being equal to white people is a dead give-away to that.

It is even more confusing with Malenia, who doesn't even look masculine. Not feminine, either. She looks like 'just a person'. So what makes her "canonically a lesbian"? The fact that she is a strong fearsome warrior? Why? Because bi or straight women would not fight but instead latch onto some guy to protect them...?

You see what I mean. Justifications for why an interpretation HAS to be one thing and not the other only make things worse and push people into very narrow, at times outright offensive stereotypes. 'She is this because I think so' is a good enough reason - and that's where you can see that someone else's thoughts will be JUST as valid!

3) Headcanons and fandomry are not activism. No minority will be effected just because in some fandom people ship some character in some ship. EVER. These things are for FUN, lesbians aren't fairies within which one dies every time you say "I don't headcanon X character as a lesbian". What do you think will happen if many, or even majority of people like bi (or even straight) headcanon instead of lesbian? A life essence of a whole demographics will be dried out?

4) "It is not that hard" is not an argument. It is never anyone's business why someone would deny a very inviting opportunity for a headcanon. Freedom and autonomy is the VERY base of having fun in the fandom. In fact, very often, it is this same toxic attitude what makes average users NOT want to celebrate a strong female character as a lesbian. Because they feel like they had no choice! And many people possess contradictory spirit, that might make them choose something as affirmation that they won't be mocked into thinking a certain way.

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Honestly, it is NOT okay that here and there people have to feel afraid to do something as innocent as to share their ideas, and might just end up leaving an interesting character aside because loud and rude people scared them away. Do not let a character you like get "claimed" by some group just because they were the meanest, do not hide your awesome ideas but instead post them and TAG them. Fandoms are free spaces, not a middle school where the popular girls set the trends and decide who gets to be bullied.

And if some people can no longer enjoy a fandom or a character because other people got a different headcanon? Well, then they were not built to be in fandom spaces to begin with.

#fandomry rambles #bloodborne #lady maria of the astral clocktower #elden ring #malenia blade of miquella #i mean what i saw yesterday was not as bad as a pointer from a friend regarding 'shipped with a man'#but it still was bothersome #naturally all this applies to MLM enjoyers that hiss at every woman in 10 yards distance from-#-a male character they headcanon as gay #i just do not have consistent examples of that #i know like one person was mad at people not seeing how g3hrman was canonically gay #and even that was half-serious and reaction at haters calling him cishet 'when he loves laurence' xd #really not threatening aura

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charliesgoodboy · 1 year

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-♡Zhongli x male reader(SFW, ANGST, A/B/O, MODERN AU ?)

-♡A/N: we need sad stuff on this blog ok !? Also i suck ass at angst. And kinda like a remix of @reallyromealone 's baby bonten fic ?

Zhongli had been paceing in the hallway chewing on his fingernails, his forehead dripping in slight sweat of worry.

You were giving birth. He hasn't left the outside of the room you were in for some time. Hasn't eaten, hasn't spoken to anyone. Just in that same spot as he was since yesterday.

He's been in worry ever since, they wouldn't let him see you, he needed to see you, to know if you were alright.

His world was filled with darkness at this moment, like a ringing soundwas in his ears. He was ready to be a father, but he didn't know how.

He wasn't an idiot he knew this day would come soon. And he would never regret it. Not till his death.

He perked up, the sound of a childs crying in his ears. His paceing comes to a stop, taking his fingernail from his teeth.

He was rushing to the door, about to open it till one of the nurses came out keeping him from coming in.

"Whats wrong ? Why won't you let me in ?" He tried to get past her, failing as she kept her arm in front of him, spine him being a but bigger than her.

"Mr. Zhongli...please listen to me..he...your husband.." The nurse gagged, not being able to get the sentance out, but oh...oh did Zhongli know.

That ringing came back. That ringing sound sound his ears. He saw the nurses mouth moving..he didn't understand her. He knew she was talking but he heard nothing but ringing.

Without knowing, he walked pass the nurse, sliding the door open. Your body looking so peacful. The baby in the nurses arms. Zhongli continuing to walk over to you. Your lifeless body was giving him guilt, he couldn't take it, he didn't want to believe that someone so dear to him was gone...just like that.

His hand coming in contact with your cheek. The dry tears stains visible on your cheek. His thumb caressing your face, as his face started showing visible sadness.

No tears yet though. He couldn't get them to come out.

"(m/n)...please..please I'm sorry..dont leave me.." He whispered. Some of the nurses and doctors keeping they're distance, even some of them silently crying.

Zhongli would miss you so dear. Not only that, but he'd need to deal with your body, give it a proper burial.

He was giving you a look, like the look of a puppy who's owner left him, hoping for them to come back.

To come back through that door.

And see them again..

But sometimes that wouldn't happen.

What if..what if the owner left that puppy forever.

And never returned.

Then what ?

Would the puppy stay waiting ?

Or would the puppy just give up.

Give up just like his owner.

Zhongli sighs, a tear going down his face but for some reason even that one tears showed all the pain he was going through.

Slipping his hand off you kissing your forehead, heading to the nurse with the child in hand.

"Did he name him before his death ?" The nurse shoot her head no, you could even see how red her eyes were, strands of her hair stuck out. Of course she was down about it. Everyone was.

"No...naming the child is up to you.." She said, handing the baby over to Zhongli. He held the child close..giving a kiss to they're cheek slightly smiling.

He lived the child so dear.

He just hated that he wouldn't be able to grow up with you.

"What will you name him sir ?" The nurse asked, she didn't want to rush him but he to wanted to know.

"Yuchen...that's what I'll name them..Yuchen." The nurse nods, agreeing the name really was beatiful.

"Universe with sun and moon." Is what It ment.

Turning back to you, and your sleep like form he almost burst out crying. He would- he wanted to. He wanted to hold you so close, for all three of you to be so happy together.

But he cant do that anymore.

He had to take care of this child, and he would do it well, he would make suryou'd have a proper burial, and he'll make sure Yuchen is the happiest baby he can make them.

#zhongli x male reader #Genshin impact x male reader #Male reader #Angst #genshin angst #male reader insert #zhongli x you #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli angst

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musei-thoughts · 1 year

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𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘚𝘩𝘶 𝘠𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1978𝘸.

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘶'𝘴 𝘰𝘰𝘤. 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 :(

𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: @shouyaiofficial (𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨...)

Two men stood in a field as the wind blew past them, tension filling the air.

Shu kept his peace, keeping an observant eye on his opponent.

"You..." the taller male spoke, his long raven hair flows across his face with his two sharp horns protruding from his head.

"...have what I want."

The tip of his blade points at the sorcerer, his glare piercing through his soul.

the latter stays silent, bracing himself for what the demon has in store for him.

"Give me the scroll and I will spare your life."

is voice was firm, commanding, but Shu remained quiet, staring at his blade.

The demon took his silence as an answer. He readies himself to cut the male in half but then he spoke,

"In your dreams, demon."

Everything was black.

"..-hu...shu...SHU!!!"

The sound of footsteps gradually became louder as Shu struggled to pry his eyes open.

"Oh my god, please be alive..." The sound of his lover's worried voice rings in his ears as his consciousness slips away.

The sound of soft humming reaches his ears as warmth envelopes his frame. Shu flutters his eyes open, lifting his face from the soft place where his head rested, which was his lover's chest.

"Good morning Shu."

Meeting your warm smile, his heart melts making him bury his face back into your chest, hiding his flustered self. "Morning..."

"How are you feeling?"

"Huh?"

"Hikarino and I found you in the middle of the forest passed out and bleeding..."

"Passed out...?"

You nod and continued with a serious voice, "We carried you back and called the doctor as soon as we could, you were...bleeding so much that I thought..." A grimace makes its way into your face at the memory of him unconscious on the ground, heavily injured.

Shu was a strong sorcerer, but seeing him like that pushes you to the brink. He was so pale and vulnerable. He almost looked...

Dead.

Shu lifts himself off you and sits upright, wincing from the pain from his wound.

The sight of worry on your face made his heart ache, "I'm sorry..."

He knew how you hated it when he gets hurt, when people get hurt.

For some reason, you couldn't help but feel guilty.

He pulls you into his arms, comforting you with the words: "No matter what, I'll always come back to you..."

You couldn't help but nuzzle against him, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. "When the doctor came to check up on you, he said that you can't use you magic in your state, so no working today and rest till you recover, okay?" You looks up at him, waiting for his reply.

The sorcerer nods, "M'kay. No working till I recover." He smiles.

You two shared a loving kiss, cherishing each other's mere presence and warmth. Oh how you wished your days together were always like this.

Five years. That's how long you've been together. Shu couldn't ask for anything better than being by your side.

You two met during a battle between demons and sorcerers. Your hometown was attacked by demons and the nearby sorcerers—who knew how to cast them off— came and protected them.

Those vile creatures are all after the same thing.

You.

Your blood to be exact. Your father's side was a family favored by the gods for serving the emperor and was "blessed" with blood that can make demons fall to their knees.

Blood that was finer than wine, sweeter than honey and more intoxicating than anything else the world could offer. Blood that could quench any demon's thirst that would last them decades.

Along with that, they were blessed with many male children in assurance of their family's continuous reign over the generations.

Since a female child was rare, they were considered a delicacy to demon kind.

You were so close to dying in the hands of a demon but Shu swept you off your feet and saved your life.

It didn't take long for courtship to follow and now you were happily married.

Pulling away from the kiss, Y/n points a finger at Shu's face, "Also, whether you be injured or not, you better not do anything reckless, okay Mr. Yamino?" The pout on your face made him chuckle, "Yes ma'am."

Taking your lover's hands in yours, Your pout slowly turns into a sad and worried frown, "Promise?"

With his other hand, Shu caresses the side of your face with his thumb.

"Promise." His voice was tender and quiet.

You sighed with a smile, you know he meant it. You knew that he won't break his promise no matter what happens.

Or would he?

Night came and the couple slept soundly in their shared room, but as midnight struck, Shu opens his eyes and gently pulls away from you. He quietly left the room, heading to the basement.

He clutches onto his wound, little groans leaving his lips as he climbs down the stairs.

It was that demon who did this.

Golden irises, raven hair, and that look of determination to get whatever he wants.

What the demon wanted wasn't you, but a scroll. A manuscript of a spell that would turn back time. Time was not something you should mess with, one little change can alter the whole future.

If this demon gets his hands on the spell, the present never have happened. Meeting you may never have happened.

That's why he has to get rid of this scroll. He knew that it was a reckless decision, but it was a now or never situation.

No demon has gotten this close to killing him. He knew that he wasn't in the best state to use his magic, but this was to protect the present and future.

His future with you.

Shu's hand grasps onto the scroll as he drew a magic circle on the basement floor. He placed the piece of paper on the center and with a deep breath, he began to chant.

"Ad horam inter diem et noctem hanc a superficie verbi deleo..." Whirls of his magic create big winds, surrounding the room with bright light.

On the other hand, you were woken up by a sudden lurking presence. "Shu...?" you turned to his side of the bed only to see him gone.

Getting off the bed, you anxiously walking through the dark halls of their home. You felt piercing eyes on you making your heart pound in your chest. With every step that you took, the presence got closer.

"S-stay away!!" you yells in panic and began running. Then, you hears noises from the basement. Thinking that Shu would be there, you burst through the door in fear.

"...Non magicis ullus , nec aliquod Sacrificium hoc carmine repetat- Y/n?!"

"Sh-shu! There's someone in the hous-!!!"

Shu stops chanting.

The spell was interrupted.

And he loses control.

The levitating scroll began to shake violently. Then suddenly the whole room was engulfed with blinding light. Your ears were filled with the whirring of the magic; so loud that your ears began to ring.

The light slowly fades and the scroll falls to the ground, unscathed.

Wait...

If the scroll wasn't destroyed, then what did the spell hit...?

Shu stood there for a moment before turning around, "Y/n, are you oka-

Y/n...?

Y/N!!!"

You felt cold, but your body was burning. The pain was so much but you couldn't scream.

You couldn't move.

Blood coats your silky white nightgown as you breathe your lover's name, "Shu..."

On your chest was a hole that was shot through you by the destructive spell, burning every bit of skin on its way.

It didn't take long for a pool of blood to form around your frail figure.

You were dying.

Shu ran towards you, dropping to his knees before your frail figure. He fumbles with his potions and spell book, repeatedly muttering the words: "Hang in there Y/n...I-I can fix this. I can fix this..."

He finds a spell and casts it on you, light envelops his hands along with your wound, "damnum solve..." The light slowly fades,

but your wound doesn't.

Shu felt the panic rise, his heart dropping to his stomach. He turns the pages of the spell book, his breath heavy and uneven as he tries again. "sanare vulnus...sana hoc vulnus divina virtute ignis..."

Shu does another attempt, ending with nothing happening. Tears prickled his eyes as you stared at the ceiling with your dull eyes.

You couldn't die.

Not like this.

He's not ready.

He needs to save you.

"Aquis..." he closes his eyes, feeling his strength leave him. "Y/n...stay with me.."

Shu sets his fatigue aside and tries again.

"Ut auferet eam dolor..."

and again.

"da eam ad me..."

and again,

"Quaeso.. reduces eam..."

but in the end,

He couldn't save you.

Gently placing your head onto his lap, his face contorted in pain and grief. "Y/n..." He whispers.

"Please...wake up.." He mutters brokenheartedly.

Moments passed and he stares at his lover's lifeless body, he couldn't move or make another noise.

It felt like his soul had been ripped away from his body along with his sanity.

All he could feel was emptiness.

Until...his eyes turns to see the scroll that long forgotten on the floor.

Grasping it within his hand, he holds it tight in his hand.

He looks at your unmoving figure before standing up and carrying you back to your room. Shu gently places you down on the bed, he was so careful as if you were made of glass.

You laid there, looking so...peaceful.

The moon's light peeks from the window and cascades down onto your pale skin, illuminating your perfectly sculptured face.

Shu stares down at you as he stood before the bed where you laid. Soon after his legs gave up on him and he falls into his knees, clutching onto the satin sheets.

The sound of your name left his lips as he wept, his painful cries rang through your home for hours.

Dawn soon came, and Shu takes your hands in his. His tear stained face contorts in sorrow as his warm hands makes contact with yours.

"Your hand is so cold...." He weakly muttered, bringing your cold hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on it.

The sorcerer closes his eyes for a moment before standing up and leaning in to give you a kiss one last time.

As his lips parted from yours, he whispers his last, "I love you..." before walking to the side of the room and drawing another magic circle.

He wasn't supposed to do this. He wasn't supposed to use the spell. He was suppose to destroy it and keep you safe.

But in the end, he failed.

At the cost of his joy.

His future.

Just because of his reckless decision.

Looking back at your figure, Shu begins the incantation, asking for forgiveness from his ancestors who forbade him to use the spell,

"Prima luce noctis, sub lucem diei,

ad floriditatem gemmarum et ad clamorem infantium

tempus vertatur in quando res futurae essent..."

He chants the words over and over until the words started to blur together. Then, all he sees is black.

His vision becomes clouded by the darkness, and his body goes numb before everything went silent.

Shu opens his eyes slowly as he felt himself lying down on something hard and damp. The feeling of pain reminded him of how severe his injury is, "Ugh..." he moaned in pain as he tried lifting his arms. His wound ached like hell.

As he struggled to stand up, he walks out of the dark alley.

His eyes squints at the bright lights of the city of modern day Tokyo.

Wait...

MODERN DAY TOKYO?!

Well, trying to go back in time to save your deceased lover was a decision that you could consider...

Reckless.

𝘈/𝘯: 𝘴𝘰…𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 :)

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