It would be fun to learn a new language to the point that I could hone a specific manner of speech. Like being able to consciously choose a style to speak in and focus on mastering it, to the bafflement of native speakers. Like what if I want to learn Spanish, but specifically in a mixture of very formal, old-fashioned 1850s-ass language and wildly poetic, dramatic and romantic phrasings and figures of speech.
I want to be able to just casually say shit like "it is not only a fruitless effort to try to fight against my own nature, but I find that seeking to do so is a downright sin" before picking up and drinking from the For Dogs Only water bowl on the street in front of a tourist pub.
So apparently there's a lot of fake ass people on Tumblr who will just interact with you for comments and or followers or attention. So uhm I'm tagging ppl and they repost this and tag their moots too pls.
@fishtheflowerchomper
@fishgutzz
@notrighttonight
@tygerlilyrotsaway
I def would tag more but I've just interacted the most with these individuals :3
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This idea has been (lol hazbin) rotting in the back of my mind for, forever now
Basically, reader and alastor are besties, but also damn dense. They both like, like each other, BUT reader is too nervous, and fearful of rejection to confess, and al is just in denial, and partly scared of rejection too.
And Charlie noticed this (of course), thinking they would get together any day now, but of course she was wrong, because the two are tip toeing around anything related to romance with each other, not realizing they both feel the same.
So Charlie basically ships them, and the rest eventually notice it too, some frustrated because they won't just get together already, while others are more patient,
Until, one day reader or Y/N, and alastor are just chatting in the lobby on a couch, when Charlie decides she had enough of this, yelling something along the lines of "you two kiss right now, or I'll make you!" Of course with the best intentions, because she's just a sweet little donut.
Unfortunately my mind goes blank here, somehow they do end up kissing, and like admittedly I'm a huge ass simp, could it end up with them making out? Of course not in front of everyone, because um... Al is affectionate behind closed doors, like no doubt, of course subtle things in public, but that doesn't matter right now.
If you could do this it would make my absolutely day <3
Love your writing :3
Title: Awkwardly In Love
The Happy Hotel was buzzing with its usual chaotic energy. The lobby, with its eclectic mix of neon signs, mismatched furniture, and the distant hum of otherworldly voices, felt like a home away from home for Y/N. They were lounging on one of the couches, a half-drunk cup of coffee in hand, chatting with their best friend, Alastor.
Alastor, with his impeccable posture and the eerie air of someone who always had control over the situation, looked particularly… well, Alastor today. His pinstripe suit shimmered in the soft glow of the hotel’s lights, his eyes dancing with the usual manic gleam.
“I’m telling you, Y/N, the culinary world is truly one of the most thrilling frontiers for artistic expression,” he said, his voice thick with enthusiasm. He leaned forward just a bit, hands gesturing as he spoke with the kind of passion that could make even the most mundane topic sound exciting.
Y/N snorted, the familiar sound of Al’s voice breaking through their nervous haze. They shifted a little, trying not to stare too much. God, when was it going to stop feeling like their heart was in their throat every time he looked at them?
“That’s a really dramatic way of putting it,” Y/N teased, their lips twitching into a smile. “It’s food, Al. It’s not a battle royale. No need to get that worked up about it.”
Alastor’s smile widened, a touch of something mischievous flickering in his eyes. “Ah, but you see, my dear friend, where others see food, I see magic. True magic.”
Y/N was about to respond when they were interrupted by an overly enthusiastic voice calling their name.
“Y/N! Al!” Charlie burst into the lobby, practically bouncing on her heels. Her eyes immediately locked onto the two of them sitting so close together. She had that gleam in her eyes—like she was about to make a suggestion that was probably going to be the worst idea ever.
"Hey, Charlie," Y/N greeted with a wave, momentarily relieved to have something other than Alastor to focus on.
“Oh my god, you two are so cute together,” Charlie said, plopping down beside Y/N without so much as a glance at the couch's actual armrest. “I mean, it’s so obvious!”
Y/N felt their stomach drop. “C-Charlie, what are you—?”
Alastor, as ever, maintained his dignified smile, but there was a slight twitch in his eye. “Charlie, what are you implying, exactly?”
“You two, come on! You’ve been practically inseparable for weeks now, and it’s honestly adorable how much you’re both trying to pretend that you don’t like each other,” Charlie said, clearly not holding back her excitement.
Y/N froze, feeling their face go beet red. “N-No, we’re just friends!” they stammered, shifting uncomfortably in their seat.
Alastor made a sound of mild amusement, but there was something unreadable in his expression. “Yes, yes. Friends,” he echoed, his voice a little too smooth, like he was trying to convince himself of something.
Charlie gave them a pointed look, crossing her arms. “You two are so obvious,” she said dramatically. “It’s like watching two people try to avoid a train wreck. It’s painful.”
Before anyone could respond, Charlie’s face lit up like she’d just found the solution to a very obvious problem.
“That’s it!” she declared, practically standing up in her excitement. “You two need to kiss. Right now.”
Y/N’s eyes widened in sheer panic. “W-what?!”
Alastor’s expression stiffened, but a flicker of something—maybe confusion or surprise—showed through. “Charlie, I believe you’re misunderstanding—”
“Nope!” Charlie cut him off with a dramatic flourish, hands on her hips. “I’m done watching this nonsense. The sexual tension between you two is palpable! If you won’t do it yourselves, I’ll make you!” She threw her hands in the air like a showman unveiling the grand finale.
Y/N almost choked on air. “I—No—Charlie, you’re crazy—”
“I’m serious!” she pressed. “Kiss right now, or I’ll make you both do it!” She grinned, clearly pleased with herself.
Y/N was on the verge of sinking into the couch in pure embarrassment, but before they could even process what was happening, Alastor—Alastor—took a breath. He stood up suddenly, straightening his jacket with an almost mechanical precision.
“Very well, then,” he said, his voice still smooth but with a slight edge to it. His crimson eyes locked onto Y/N’s, and for the first time, they could swear they saw something like nervousness behind that cool, collected exterior. “I believe, if this is truly your wish, we should get this over with.”
Y/N's heart slammed in their chest. "A-Alastor, no, we—"
Alastor wasn’t listening. With a swift movement that left Y/N breathless, he stepped forward, cupping their face gently in his hands, his thumb brushing across their cheek with surprising tenderness. The touch, so warm and close, sent a jolt of electricity through Y/N's entire body.
There was a heartbeat of silence—just the two of them, standing so close, the entire world falling away. Y/N’s breath caught in their throat. Was this really happening?
And then, without further hesitation, Alastor leaned in.
Y/N’s world tilted as their lips met. It was… soft at first. Hesitant. A bit unsure, like neither of them had quite figured out how to be more than what they were—friends, best friends, who'd danced around this moment for far too long.
But it didn’t stay tentative for long. The kiss deepened, and suddenly, it was like they were both starved for this closeness, this connection they hadn’t dared name before. Y/N’s heart pounded in their ears, their hands moving on their own to rest on Alastor’s chest.
Alastor was warm—so warm, the heat of his touch spreading through them in a way they didn’t know they craved until now.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavily, eyes wide, unsure how to even process what had just happened. Y/N blinked rapidly, their face burning.
“I—I don’t—” Y/N began, but the words stuck in their throat.
Alastor cleared his throat, but the faint flush on his face betrayed him. “That was…” He paused, then smiled—a small, knowing smile that held a little more than just their usual banter. “Interesting.”
Y/N laughed nervously, not entirely sure whether to laugh or cry. “I—yeah. That was… something.”
Charlie, still seated on the armrest, beamed from ear to ear, clearly pleased with herself. “I knew it! Took you two long enough.”
Y/N glanced at Alastor, and for the first time, saw a small, playful glint in his eye. “I suppose… it’s a start?” he said, his voice a little warmer than usual.
Y/N nodded, still reeling. “Yeah. A start.”
As Charlie clapped happily in the background, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something much more than they had ever expected.
And for once, they didn’t mind that it took a little push from their overly optimistic princess to get them there.
“There are no female aliens in our game because we don’t know how to make a female version of this alien” You know that alien you just designed? That male alien? Give it a female voice actor and have characters refer to it as she. That’s it. That’s literally all you have to do
As it turns out, Herobrine is an actual username on Minecraft, confirming he’s real. I know this because Mineimator can go through minecraft java and grab the currently used skin of pretty much any java player ever created. And it turns out Herobrine is real, and he is currently wearing a cat onesie, and words can not express my fucking confusion.
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