#also sorry that over half of it is buildup i wanted to do more but i didn't wanna go crazy

[angstywishes]

Hands ✨

ok so this took me a minute because i. may have gotten a little carried away with it. buuut introducing irene and jasper finally! ^_^

(CW: needles, hand trauma/fingore obviously, toxic behavior, possessive whumper, some blood of course, this is kind of just abusive buildup till it gets to hand gore)

(wc: 920 oh my god)

“You have such nice hands,” Irene hums thoughtfully, running a thumb over the metacarpal bones, feeling the individual bumps breaking up the soft flesh. “It’s a shame you’ve done so much damage to them with all that work.”

Jasper is trying desperately to hold still. Just.. Hold still. Maybe she’ll get bored if he holds still. Maybe she won’t do anything at all.

She tilts her head inquisitively, deep in thought. Jasper hates it when she does that. When she looks like she’s coming up with an idea. There’s always a more than likely chance it will be something that hurts.

“You know, with a little work, we could make this into art.” She’s inspecting his hands closer, and he feels his heart in his throat. Art. She says it like nothing could be more normal. Like she means finger painting, or nail art. But he knows better.

He avoids looking at her, though he can feel her eyes boring into him. Like a sculptor trying to find the shape in their clay.

“Don’t you think? Maybe some embroidery, or some carving..” Irene idly fiddles with Jasper’s fingers. Her eyes light up with an idea. “I could stitch them all together and you’d never have to ruin your pretty hands again.”

He swallows, hard, eyes focused on the floor. What can he say? What can he do? His fingers twitch in Irene’s hand, and she laughs a bit.

“Don’t be nervous. It wouldn’t take long, if you held still.” She uses her free hand to lift Jasper’s chin, forcing eye contact. His green eyes reflect her white teeth as she smiles softly. “It might even be convenient, you know. It would make it so much easier for me to leave you at home all alone.”

Jasper finds it in himself to speak.

“What if — What if you need my help with things, though?” His mouth feels dry. He’s grasping at straws, really. “Holding, uh, needles, or something?”

“Silly, I can do that without your help.” She boops his nose affectionately. And Jasper wishes he were still able to fight back, as Irene stands up to go find her good thread. He wishes he could still run out that door. But wishing doesn’t do much for him now.

“Irene,” he rasps desperately as she returns, needle in hand, “Please, don’t — don’t do this.”

Her face falls. He regrets opening his mouth.

“Jasper..” She sits back down next to him, hands shaking a little. “You understand that this is for you, right? I’m doing this for you.”

He can’t tell if her shaking is from anxiety, or anger. Maybe both.

“And — All I want to do is show you how.. Important, you are to me. You know that, right? Right?”

Her voice is getting slightly more shrill as she continues, her hand tightly gripping the needle. She curls her fist around it, and slams it into the table, making Jasper flinch.

She takes a deep breath, and smiles again.

“I’m.. Sorry, Jasper, what were you saying, again?”

“..N.. Nothing, Irene.” He ducks his head, and puts his hands on the table in front of him.

Irene’s smile becomes more natural as she lifts one of Jasper’s hands, sighing softly.

“That’s what I thought. Now, this won’t take too long.”

It’s a lie.

The pain is excruciating — the needle sends a shock through his nerves, and the thread trails through for what feels like forever.

He can’t bring himself to watch the white thread being pulled through and turning red.

He bites down on his lip to keep from screaming. Irene hates it when he screams, but every stitch makes him want to cry. His hand twitches in pain, pulling one of the stitches tight, and he loses out against instinct as a sob pries itself free from his throat.

Irene pulls the next stitch tighter, and he presses his forehead into the table to suppress his cries. He wants to curl his fingers into his palms and hide, but he can’t.

“You’re being so good for me, Jasper,” Irene says gently, and Jasper whines in response. He doesn’t want to be good. He just wants to go home.

His hands won’t stop shaking, which makes everything hurt worse.

“This would be going so much faster if I were using my sewing machine,” the artist muses. Jasper stops breathing for a moment. “But your hands are too big, so this will have to do.”

Thank god, thank god, he can start breathing again.

He feels lightheaded. He can’t tell how long has passed since they started — Every so often his vision goes white with pain.

The needle moves in and out of the sides of his fingers, doubling back and stitching again for strength. The thread is blood red. The needle is so sharp it slides right through him like he’s nothing. He thinks he might throw up.

They must be done by now, surely. He can’t take any more.

“There we are,” Irene sings, “Oh, it looks so pretty!”

Jasper can’t look. He won’t.

He brings his teary eyes to his hand, and chokes out a sob. His fingers are completely stitched together. He can’t even bend them properly. He screws his eyes shut, not wanting to look anymore.

At least it’s over, he thinks.

“Do you like it?” Irene’s voice cuts through him. Despite everything, Jasper swallows every terrible thing he wants to say and nods.

“Good!” She puts down his hand. “Now I can move on to your other one.”

#asks #wish writes things #oc tag; jasper #oc tag; irene #whump #possessive whumper #hand gore tw #needles tw #blood tw #toxic behavior tw #writing that is so funny because yes irene is being toxic but she also is torturing someone #so like #?????? #also sorry that over half of it is buildup i wanted to do more but i didn't wanna go crazy #ok im gonna stop rambling now

[indulgnc]

laine and quinn (oc/m snz) 1.5k

hello...after a drought i am here with SNEEZE Content.!!!!! you may have seen one these guys on hachii's oc page, and his other half, Laine, belongs to me!

beta'd also by the lovely @hachiibun... we hope you love our boys as much as we do!! <33

Quinn’s phone dings.

Sorry;;

Laine and Quinn have been dating for a little over a month now. Of course, it’s not like they haven’t known each other for more than half a year, and been schoolmates for longer— They just went at their own pace. Not that Quinn was bothered by it, he knew Laine had a lot to work out before they could date. And that was okay, he didn’t mind waiting. The point was…

(Quinn never considered himself to be an overthinker, but Laine had a tendency to change that.)

Quinn looks up from his phone, trying not to panic. Why did Laine text him, “sorry?” They’re sitting right next to each other. Was he anxious? Overwhelmed? It was their first time out drinking with a friend group, after all.

He looks up, fingers tapping against his phone as he does. ‘Are you oka—’

“hhiH-’ Iish-! -IISh-!.. , h’’ihshU���!!”

Oh. (Laine had a tendency to change other things about him, too.)

Quinn is forcing his voice not to crack, because he’ll be damned if he isn’t the one to say it first. “Bless you!” He says, trying not to seem too enthusiastic. The circle around the table responds in a chorus of echos. Laine turns red, then crimson when Quinn rests his hand on his thigh under the table.

“Sorry..” He murmurs, looking away. His ears are redder than his nose, but that should change by the end of the night. Quinn’s told him he obviously finds his sneezes attractive, but Laine seems to get violently embarrassed nonetheless. Laine ducks his head down, furiously swiping at his phone to avoid eye contact with anyone.

Another ding sounds from Quinn’s own phone, and he silences it. Laine again, for some reason, even though they’re literally sitting so close that they’re touching.

“Sorry”, Laine’s texted a second time. Before Quinn can wonder, “for what?”, Laine starts typing again.

I couldn’t hold it back…

Oh?

Why are you sorry? ;)

Quinn types back, and against his better judgment, he adds a little emoji at the end. 

Because I don’t want to turn you on. I’m sorry..

Oh. Sweet, sweet Laine, worrying about him over something as simple as a bodily function. That won’t do, the last thing he wants is Laine to feel bad over sneezing. And anyway, he underestimates Quinn’s ability as an exhibitionist. He’ll hold out just fine.

Before he can text Laine back, Quinn watches his head lift gently. Through a buildup, he takes the effort to mouth yet another breathy, “sorry” (s, soriiH--) as he succumbs to another fit. This one, true to his promises, is stifled into almost near silence. He pinches his nose and his head jolts forward violently, the sneezes remaining unblessed. He’s managed to keep them quiet enough that no one else around the table notices, and wouldn't unless they were looking his direction.

Quinn very much notices. He lifts a hand to put on Laine’s shoulder, but quickly pulls it back as he gears up again, hands lifting to his face. Stifling makes him sneeze even more. Quinn knows that better than anyone. He’d hope Laine does by now, too, but that didn’t seem to be the case. 

Laine jerks forward again, folding into himself. “hhIh— HIh’’—nt!! hIh’ kT. !! —Ikt !! —hiIh’ IKt!--!chuuh.…” The last one escapes his grasp, and someone else in the party is looking up in concern now. 

“Laine.” Quinn whispers gently. Laine nods, or tries to, stifling two more tearful sneezes in the process. 

“Don’t hold them back, hun.” He expects that to work, as it usually does, but Laine shakes his head no and sniffles violently. 

“ ‘M alright.” He whispers back. Quinn gives him a look, the kind that says no you aren’t, and i know you, and YOU know you, and we both know you won’t stop sneezing if you start like this. Laine pretends he doesn’t know what the look means (he does), and picks his drink back up. It’s something mixed and on the sweeter side, as he’s not a huge drinker. Which is exactly why Quinn is sipping on a 0% beer instead of joining the fun—As much as he’d like to, he wants to let Laine have the experience tonight. 

Though it seems like something is setting him off, which kind of takes away from all that. But, whatever. 

“Just…,” he watches Laine down the rest of the drink as someone calls for cheers. “Don’t like, hurt yourself.” 

“I won’t,” he murmurs happily, like someone with zero alcohol tolerance would, and nestles into Quinn’s shoulder. He sniffles a couple times, more than a couple, but the worst of it seems to be over. Quinn underestimates Laine’s nose, though. 

“hAh’ -ITt’schue!!” Quinn’s body jolts as, seemingly out of nowhere, his boyfriend sneezes breathily into his chest. Again. And again. And again. He raises his arms up almost in question, but it seems Laine can’t do much else but sneeze. Sneeze, or blink hazily between fits while another was soon to come. He either couldn’t stifle, or didn’t care to. Likely the former. 

“Bless— Bless you,” Quinn offers. As much as he is turned on, he is a little concerned as to what is bringing this on. The rest of their friend group falls silent, a couple offering blessings, most offering questions of, ‘are you okay?’ It’s out of pure concern, but Quinn knows any attention would just make Laine more nervous. 

Holding his breath, Laine looks up from the shield of Quinn’s sweatshirt. “Sorry,” he says, “I’m okay. Just, “ his breath hitches, “ sensitive.” Another sniffle, and Quinn could tell he’s probably reaching his limit. Pinching his nose, he watches Laine reach for his phone. 

Quinn almost sighs with amusement as he leans down to see what Laine is texting. He doesn’t need to wait for him to send it anyway.

Wuinn can w wego. now

The heat from Quinn’s dick goes straight to his fucking chest as he’s overwhelmed with the urge to do nothing but take care of his boyfriend. He gently lifts Laine up, who wobbles a little, and oh he’s drunk drunk. He barely bothers with an excuse, just a quick, “Bathroom.” It’s not like anyone doesn’t know why anyway. 

Quinn laces his hand with Laine’s, the other one preoccupied with being shoved up to his twitching nose. He pulls the other man into a stall, flipping himself against the wall and holding Laine against his sweatshirt. It’ll be damp soon, but he sure as hell doesn’t mind. 

“There’s no one in here,” he says, as Laine begins to hitch, loudly. “Let them out.” 

And Laine does, taking a gasping breath as the sneeze he’s been holding in this whole time finally peaks. 

“hIE’ ‘iEESHuH!! - hIih—!”

The rest come out one after another, overlapping as his body struggles to keep up with how badly he needs to sneeze. 

He looks up, panting, and stares at Quinn. Expectantly, almost.

“Bless— Already done?” Quinn sighs, feigning annoyance.

“-.. yes ..h ..nh.. ‘IT’schuu h!” Laine stutters out, struggling to stop before another sneeze tumbles out anyway.

“There we go. Bless you, hun,” Quinn says, in a tone that is not at all appropriate for a public bathroom stall. Not his fault his boyfriend was this hot.

“Mmh. Thank yh…” Laine pants out. His pale face is flushed from the alcohol, nose equally as red by now. He sniffles, then laughs. “I feel funny..”

Is his tolerance really that low? “Yeah, bud. You’re a bit drunk.”

“Ohhhh.” Laine nods gently, as if it’s needed. “First time.” He says, and sneezes three more times. 

“You, what do you mean its your—”

“Love you.” Laine murmurs, and Quinn’s heart nearly stops. He must really be far gone. Thankfully, he probably won’t remember all this after, and Quinn mentally says it back. A blessing in disguise, he decides. 

“Think..,” Laine starts, then sneezes once. “Thi ..h..,” a second time. He sniffles angrily, and spits it all out in one go. “ThinkI’mAllergicTosomethinghiH-!” It likes the word triggers him, and he sneezes eight more times, open and breathy. Quinn has to rub his thighs together to keep his fucking dick at bay, and actually use his brain. 

“Oh,” again. Quinn only knows this because he’s such a perv. “It’s the..” Laine sneezes, and he stutters in his thought. “It’s the drink. Makes histamines, or whatever.”

“Oh,” this time from Laine. But he doesn’t sound like he honestly cares, or even understands right now. “Hm, ok. Let’s… go home” He nods to himself again. “I’m not done yet.”

Quinn looks at him puzzledly. Does he want to go home? Or not?

Laine clarifies like it’s obvious. “Sneezing. Not done.” He smiles up at Quinn, sniffling hard to prove his point “The rest is for you.” He giggles to himself.

Cool. Today is the day Quinn fucking dies and ascends into heaven. 

All he can do is nod, and silently lead a stumbling Laine to their car. 

#nomtent #wrote this from the hours of 3-5am (so serious) so please excuse anything poorly written lmfao #lainequinn cinematic universe #i want to spread them. i need them to be famous #snzfic #snzblr

[lovewithasideoffries]

Forever - Jamie Bower x reader

Jamie Bower x reader (she/her pronouns used)

Summary: Jamie wants to propose, Y/n doesn't want to get married, but they both want one thing. To stay with each other. Forever.

Warnings: swearing? i think that's it

Type: honestly idk, like angst? a little? maybe fluff? idk it's just a story

Word Count: 1073

A/N: Let's just ignore the fact that Jamie and Y/n would immediately be swarmed with fans the second they stepped outside. Also first real fic so if it sucks, sorry!! I hope you enjoy! <3

When Jamie had taken you to your favourite restaurant you knew he wanted to propose. Well, that’s not really how you knew. It was more the buildup of all the slightly strange things that he’d been doing for the past month. Like him being on call with your parents for over an hour a few weeks ago and hanging up with a huge smile on his face. Or like him being caught in antique shops and jewellery stores multiple times within the last few months, as well as his “casual” questions asking about your feelings for him, not to mention him insisting you wear your best dress to dinner with him (that’s usually your job) and the fact that he hasn’t requested that the restaurant be closed for the night so the two of you can eat in peace like he usually does.

And although you loved your boyfriend with all your heart and would gladly spend the rest of your life with him (no kids though, you find children to be way too much to handle), the idea of marriage is… not really something that’s interested you. 

It’s understandable really, the reasoning behind your distaste for getting married. And there’s nothing against other couples doing it, it’s just something you personally didn’t want. A big part of that comes from your parents. Your divorced parents. Because no matter how much they claim they still love each other as friends and that there’s no bad blood between the two of them, the amount of times you’ve heard both rant about the other is astounding. And when you grow up hearing about how “your mother became insufferable the minute we got married” and “oh, sweetie your father is an amazing man and he’s one of my best friends now, truly, we just didn’t seem to work as a married couple”, it takes a toll on you.

So obviously, you’ve been a nervous wreck all night. Even more than Jamie, honestly. The night was coming to an end as you were both finishing up your meals, and you noticed your lover starting to get a bit more fidgety. You were absolutely dreading this. 

The server comes back to take your empty plates from you and you clear your throat awkwardly. This whole meal has been awkward. He’s nervous, you’re nervous, so besides talking with the many fans who’ve come up to you asking for photos and autographs, it’s been completely silent. 

You had been trying to avoid pulling out your phone, but it got to the point where it was so awkward you couldn’t even talk to him. You whipped out your device, and watched his face fall. Ignoring him, you opened Messages and searched through your photos to find a funny picture you could send to him. 

You settled on a selfie he had taken while drunk half a year ago. His hair was tousled, some of it sticking to his forehead, and he was making the stupidest version of the duck face you’d ever seen. You hit send and put your phone back in your pocket, watching to see his reaction. 

Immediately, you heard Jamie’s phone ding with a notification and watched as he pulled his phone out and immediately burst out laughing. 

“What is this from?” he asks, the tension finally broken.

As you’re about to explain, the server comes back with the biggest fucking ice cream sundae you’ve ever seen. With a giddy smile on your face, you look to Jamie in confusion. “Did you order this?”

“About that…” he trails off and you’re absolutely mortified when he gets on one knee. He pulls out a small velvet ring box and he opens it up for you to see the ring he’s picked out. “Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, I’ve been dreaming about this day the moment I met you at the Counterfeit concert where you walked right into me and called me a “fucked out asshole” . I love you from the bottom of my heart and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Y/n, will you marry me?” 

And he says it quietly enough that only a few tables notice the scene. You don’t know what to do. You really do want to spend the rest of your life with him, but you just don’t want to get married. 

“J, can we talk outside?” His face falls and your heart shatters in a million pieces for him. A single tear falls from his eye and he tries to wipe it away quickly, but you still notice. He nods, and you pull him out the restaurant and thank god the streets are quite empty tonight. 

“Look,” you start, “I… I love you, Jamie, I really do. I just don't want to get married. Not like, not to you, but just in general, you know?” He shakes his head, repeatedly wiping his eyes. 

“It’s like… you love me right?”

“More than anything.” 

“And I love you more than anything. So… why do we have to prove it?”

“What?” His voice is soft, vulnerable, and you know you have to be very careful with you next words.

“I just- I just don’t like the idea of marriage in general. It’s like, we both love each other, so why do we need to throw a big fancy party about it? Why do we have to wear rings to prove that we love each other?” 

“I- I don’t know. It’s just what people do. To bring their relationship to the next step.”

“But that’s the thing, J, can’t we bring our relationship to the next step without marriage? It’s just something I’ve never wanted to.”

It’s quiet for a few seconds, and you’re so thankful when he starts slowly nodding his head. 

“I think I get it,” he says slowly. “We just, like pretend we’re married? Kind of?”

“Yeah, kind of.” 

Jamie pulls you in for a hug, arms wrapping around you tightly. “As long as you’re with me forever, I don’t give a fuck whether or not we get married,” he whispers, before pulling you in for a kiss. But not a sloppy or lustful kiss, it’s soft, gentle, meaningful. Like a mutual promise “I’ll be with you forever.”

And when you finally pull away, you offer him a cheeky smile and say, “Can we go back in now so I can eat my dessert?”

#jamie bower #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower x reader #peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #001 x reader #001 #henry creel #henry creel x reader

[bladesmitten]

oh god i want All of them so bad ... umm. sorry women ? and/or. defender's heart

WIP folder game

i'll do sorry women! this is basically uhhhh the whole buildup to ajax killing alfira despite his best efforts to stave off the urge. also it's women plural because. well. karlach dies, and later that night alfira also dies. sorry women. (not the actual title, though)

here's a snippet (violence and gore warning, general dark urge stuff):

Her face changes with each thrust of his blade. Stab. A man with unkempt hair, his easy smile stretching until it rips his face in half. Stab. The scowl of an old man, his skin drying until he is merely a husk. Stab. Empty white eyes stare back at him, the blue of her pale skin swirling round and round. Stab. Her face doesn’t change. Stab. A derisive laugh echoes, first soft, then louder and louder as he brings down the blade again and again and again.

With a final thrust, he brings their brows together, twisting the blade with satisfaction. When he pulls away, it’s Wyll who stares back, his beautiful face still drawn in that same pathetic concern. The sight of him, on the verge of death, shoots a thrill right up his spine. As Wyll takes his last breath, Ajax leans in and inhales the oxygen from his lungs, slotting his lips over his, making sure not a single molecule escapes their mouths as he breathes in the remaining air out of him.

Ajax gasps awake, his hands covered with entrails, elbow-deep in gore. No, gods, did he…? The bloody sight jolts him, and his first instinct is to identify the body. Leathery blue skin, vibrant bardic garments, silky purple tresses, horns jutting out of her skull, her face twisted into a perpetual expression of terror. The tiefling’s name eludes him, so he decides on another: Not-Wyll. Uncanny relief engulfs him. With mechanical motions, he picks up Not-Wyll’s body, seeking to dispose of it as quickly as he can. Already, the first rays of the sun peek through the horizon.

As Ajax carries the body, careful not to spill her guts on the soil and make even more of a mess, he recalls what he can. He remembers her voice, in sickeningly sweet singsong: “Perhaps I could catch a rabbit in a snare for breakfast!” Then, the shrill scream—oh, he can hear it so vividly—then, the ecstasy washing over him as he brought down the dagger repeatedly, blood gushing from the wounds, splattering all over his face. The way the knife smoothly carved into her stomach, the intestines peeking through: a most delicious sight. He shudders, laying down Not-Wyll onto the sandy beach. He hates it—every moment he remembers of it; he wants to purge all the thoughts and desires from his brain as much as he wants this wretched tadpole out of his head. Yet, he feels at peace having sated the urge. The horrible headache had dissipated, leaving his mind clearer than it has ever been since waking up in the Nautiloid. Still the loss of memory, but no longer consumed by his thoughts. What utterly terrible bliss!

All he needed is to spill blood. Not the wild slaughter in battle, but deliberate, beautiful murder.

The River Chionthar stretches before him, rushing into the open sea. He poises, leaning back to toss Not-Wyll into the river, when—

“Is that who I think it is?”

He whips around to see the vampire leaning on a tree.

#ask #ikarons #wip #ajax

[shima-draws]

Saw your tags and omg HARD AGREE. Dragon Cry is SO bad nfkanmdsa

ME AND YOU SHAKING HANDS

Actually yes thanks for giving me the excuse to rant. Hold on. I'm typing furiously rn.

-Okay first of all they gave us the most ridiculously confusing plot I've ever seen. The twist with Sonya being Animus was kinda cool but they never really. Explained why she had a bond with him? She mentioned he used to be kindhearted at some point but we never see that literally ever at any point in the movie?

-The storyline is so all over the place it's a HOT mess. Especially the scene right after Natsu escapes the weird bird cage thing he runs off to find the others and suddenly they're all there? For some reason? Where did they come from. Why didn't they have a little reuniting scene. I literally rewound the movie to make sure I didn't accidentally skip a scene but nope they just made the most awkward cut/story progression in history I guess!!!

-The fanservice was so. SO bad. Like yeah the majority of the time I can at least tolerate it but this time it just made me extremely uncomfortable. Why are Erza and Lucy's boobs SO fucking large. Why did they have to make Lucy dance in like two strips of cloth. I thought I woke up in an alternate universe where Fairy Tail was a hentai. I genuinely wanted to vomit lmao

-The animation style really threw me off like I can tell it was either animated by a different studio or they wanted to try a different art style for the movie? But it just felt wrong and the proportions and faces were weird and. Yeah idk.

-What was up with the Three Stars?? Iirc we never got to learn their names or what their motivations were they were literally just. There. And they were built up to be these super powerful wizards only to get their asses kicked by FT like two scenes later. I get that being a movie obviously the fights had to be shortened but they literally did the same thing in Phoenix Priestess but WAY better. They really were like yeah uh we need some enemies for Team Natsu to fight let's just go with these guys and not give them any personality or backstory or motivations. (Except for the doll dad he was okay I guess)

-WHY WAS LEVY THERE. LITERALLY. ACTUALLY. She literally did nothing she served NO purpose in the movie she was just there?? Did they just want to shove in as many cameos as possible??? I know generally Levy isn't much of a fighter which is fine, I was kinda expecting them to do a Gajevy scene where Gajeel rescues her from some soldiers or smth which would have been fine but they didn't even do that. She literally just stood there and had like 2 voice lines. GO GIRL GIVE US NOTHING

-SPEAKING OF CAMEOS this is more personal beef than anything but man WHYYY wasn't Loke in the movie,, my boy my beloved my stupid idiot lion I'm so mad he wasn't even onscreen for like, 5 seconds

-I'm sorry but Juvia was so unhinged this movie her possessive/stalker behavior over Gray was actually super fucking creepy lmao

-What did they do to Happy. What the FUCK did they do to Happy

THEY MASSACRED MY BOY. LOOK AT HIM. HE'S GOT ANXIETY

-ALSO the scene where Happy and Lucy were crying over Natsu and we got tons of flashbacks from his POV of people who are important to him? WHY THE FUCK WASN'T HAPPY THERE?? They literally showed everyone from Fairy Tail precious to Natsu except Happy and I'm just sitting here like. HELLO?? You are SO wrong for that

-I will say I DID enjoy the little Nalu teasers we got especially the scene where Natsu showed Lucy the stars 🤧

But yeah I was here for this and this only:

The Nalu + Happy family bonding moments made it OKAY

Anyway sorry rant over. Dragon Cry bad. Natsu's brief moment of looking half dragon was a super sexy character design choice but the buildup is not worth it imo

#God damn it I just *clenches fists* hate Fairy Tail. That's a lie I love Fairy Tail. #Which is why I'm so mad this movie did it dirty #Shima answers questions #Phoenix Priestess was so good especially in comparison to this...... #Ughhh this movie could have been FANTASTIC if they'd actually written it better #Anyway it wasn't AWFUL it was standard as far as anime films go. But I definitely wouldn't recommend #And I'm definitely not going to watch it a second time lmao #Long post #SORRY IDK WHAT TO TAG THIS. ASK TO TAG. I don't want to put my negative ramblings in the tags #Negative #I GUESS?? IDK #Fairy Tail #FT #Nalu #Fairy Tail Dragon Cry

[gwyns]

Cassian acted as a buffer for Az & Mor, and now Az & Elain. Cassian first suggested/brought up things and only then did Azriel take action. I don’t see the “5”4 books of build up” like E/riel’s do, but I’m probably blind or delusional.

oooh! this is an interesting point. i never thought of cassian kinda being a buffer for e/riel. you're neither blind nor delusional, you're simply stating the actual, canon facts. e/riel was never a thing before maybe acofas and even then those interactions could be interpreted in a platonic way. so nothing until acosf and we had one half of the ship explicitly tell us this, there have been no secret meetings or hookups. nothing more than glances and the occasion finger touch. so this "4 books of buildup!!!" is absolutely a lie

i'm not sure of sjm's thought process since i'm not her but i feel that once she was greenlit to extend the series, she decided to change some things. mainly moriel and elucien's dynamic. she said before acowar that they'd have tension, growth and healing (together), yes, but i don't think it was meant to be to this extent. obviously she has had to have elucien on the back burner for a bit, so the introduction of e/riel is simply a way for her to be able to continue the tension aspect until their book comes. so, yes, i do think e/riel was planned... after she started writing acowar, but not in an endgame way, they're meant to add tension to their respective ships: gwynriel and elucien

they were a maybe, almost, hookup that didn't work out. elain has rejected az as far as i'm concerned. returning a gift, and jewelry at that, is a clear indication of that. i never see e/riels bring this up, elain didn't even return it to azriel himself, she just left it! she's over it!! if she wanted to continue to try and pursue something she would've spoken to him face to face, even if she still wanted to return it like?? am i insane in my thinking here???

ugh i'm sorry, i'm rambling now lol. i also know i've said a couple of these points before and this chapter has been analyzed to death by people much more articulate than me but i still feel my opinions on it may hold some value. i have eternal acotar brainrot and i'm making it everyone else's problem. it's hard to turn off sometimes so please forgive me anon <3

#antielriel #anti e/riel #asks #anonymous

[nicegaai]

stuck on writing again. im gonna talk myself thru it in text post form

okay if i dont wrap this oneshot up before my brain completely burns out editing it i will lose my mind

naturally theres buildup to sex and then i really just do not want to write it. i can fade to black or otherwise gloss over it, sure. whatever. but then i have to write something AFTER IT and i also dont know what to do with that.

like i have a little bit im working on ...... as much as i dont want it to feel abrupt i just want it to be OVERRRR . i dont want to wrap up anything, i dont want to think about this. the dramatic spoiled artist in my brain is throwing a tantrum. It's Whatever. this isnt my magnum opus, its just me trying to exorcise myself of the ince/st kink demon again . it never works and i feel real weird about it. like am i propagandizing atp? im scared im passing this kink onto others accidentally. sorry im like this. nobody look at me. anyway

i dont want this to be Good as much as i want it to be Done <- lying

i could try to cut it off early . but oh my god if i ended it as soon as they start making out thats weird, i dont like that flow. if i cut it as soon as theyre in bed together thats ... tht only works if its a fade to black and then we come back afterwards right? wouldnt it be strange to have 5k words of buildup, then they kiss and it fades to black, and then thats it?

reading that, i might feel cheated. but my god i do not want to write another bj i dont want to write them actually doing it. i would NEVER get around to finishing that. like i said. i am so close to burnout i need to figure out how to end this quick. i wanna do it TONIGHTTTT.

and i think i do need to add more. i guess the morning after?

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ok ok .

because, i do want to play with the fallout a little. i have ideas. but i am also so so tired. of this i mean. (the fallout is ofc that they fuck again. which i also won't write.)

ok current game plan.

i go back into the document. i have an hr n a half. i write up a short aftersex interaction and end it whenever it feels right. do NOT make it long enough to let them leave the room. it is a SHORT conversation. then i go back and finalize the fadeout sex.

at this point i probably will have to leave (friday niteee bb) (i am a very slow writer) but when i get back i can go over the highlighted text ive marked to edit / research / etc... clean it up quickly. then do the ao3 format stuff i suppose !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! add tags summary etc.

....yeah ! yeah i guess.

writing fanfic is all about learning who u are as a writer i think. id like to move on to personal projects someday yk... first thing ive learned: do not let urself edit the same 15 pages on an eternal ocd loop: u will explode and die before u get to the actual end

anyway after this i promise to write all that cousin sex. somehow i have never lost interest in that au. having friends to talk ab ur au with always makes them more fun

#p

[multifandoms27-blog]

Same Fma anon as yesterday!! Thank you so much for the hcs! They were lovely, I like them so much :D I was so surprised by how quick you write, too. It's amazing!!

Since I'm a sucker for Ling and there's not nearly enough content about him, allow me to request another fluff hcs (I have so many ideas haha) but perhaps about a theater kid reader (gender neutral) who's stressed before the play? Thank you again for your work ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

HIII NO PROBLEM!! YES YES OF COURSE!!! I LOVE LING, YOUR ASKS GIVE ME LIFE <333 and akhdjj THANK YOUUU!! Do I really write fast-?

~*~*~*

Content: Gender neutral theatre kid reader! :DD

Warnings: Mentions of past violence (not towards reader)

Notes: I finished high school on Friday, but the weekend before that my old high school did a play and all my theatre friends were losing their minds over it. I was never a theatre kid, but a part of me always kinda wanted to do it in high school. Instead, I was the writing, drawing, weeb kid lol

~*~*~*

LINGGGGGG MY BELOVED <333

Ling is a pretty eccentric person, I wouldn't be surprised if modern day Ling would be a theatre kid tbh (the whole cast of fma would be, don't deny it)

AYO MODERN DAY LING HCS NEXT???? sorry, I'm getting off track

You'd be backstage, trying to get your makeup and everything together, the friends you had that stayed backstage also trying to help

The buildup to opening night was so stressful.

Tech week had been awful, a few sets even broke mid-week, because two guys started a fight over a fucking color

Those sets had to be pushed to the side so everyone could finish the rest, get props ready, costumes, etc. and were finally hurriedly fixed at the end of the week

Multiple cast members harshly critiqued others on their acting skills or commented on some costumes and props, no matter how accurate they were to (the original media/the scriptwriters' initial vision)

You knew the shows break time would be the worst, you just hoped cast members wouldn't get into any fights

Your phone pinged, and immediately you grabbed it. It was Ling, your boyfriend

"Hey, I'm here! Where r u?" - the message reads

"Backstage" - your message reads

Almost immediately, the door gets kicked down, and there stands your boyfriend with a goofy grin

"Hi hon! Oh, you look stressed." Ling falters a bit, then gently grabs your arms and stands close to you. "Are you alright? Should I have brought more (favorite treat)?"

Ling had noticed before opening night how stressed you had been

So, being the amazing boyfriend he is, he was by your side whenever he could

He was cuddling you, giving you your favorite sweets, watching whatever shows you wanted to watch, giving you so much affection leading up to opening night; Ling was your saving grace

"No, no, it's fine. I'm really just nervous about the break."

"Oh," He draws out. "Okay. Well, if you want me back here then, I can do that."

"I don't think you're allowed." You giggle.

"I have my ways, hon." Ling embraces you, giving you a kiss.

Your friend going on stage with you knocked on the door and walked in. "Oh! (Y/n), sorry. Just came in here to say we're going on in five."

"Okay, thank you (friend name)."

They gave you a thumbs up and left. You turned back to Ling.

"You should head to your seat."

"I got front row, so you better blow a kiss or two at me." Ling teased, kissing you again and squeezing you in his embrace.

You laughed. "I expect nothing less, my lovely prince."

You both share one last kiss before Ling reluctantly pulls away. "I'll be back here at half time."

You laughed and nodded, waving him off. "I'll see you in the crowd."

"I wont blink for a second."

"...Ling, you keep your eyes closed."

At that, Ling opened his eyes. "I'll just have to keep 'em open, yeah?"

He then stuck his tongue out at you, making you giggle again. He then moved to the door.

"I love you, and your lovely laugh. I will see you at half time."

Ling then blows you a kiss before leaving, making you giggle again.

"Yeah...with you, I just might." You'd whisper, before adding on any finishing touches before joining everybody behind the curtain.

#ling yao x reader #ling yao fma #ling yao #fma #fmab #fmab ling yao

[rainbow-arrow]

Plz talk about Luka for bingo sheet

(I'll as k Adrien next)

Luka Couffaine my Beloved

okay time to ~elaborate~ on some 'x's'

i am Very mentally ill about him that's not a fucking understatement. that square was made For Me. Luka Couffaine is My blorbo. i don't think i post about him that much in comparison, but i write, and therefore, think a Lot about him. he is SO MUCH deeper than definitely the fandom likes to view him as-- now. my absolute Favorite moment in All of season four, is in wishmaker:

((SORRY THIS GOT SO MUCH LONGER THAN ANTICIPATED))

"Not even you, right?"

THIS BOY'S like the ONLY ONE who got REAL development in season four and it's ACCEPTING LIES. he's literally gotten two full episodes previously about how much he values the Truth and how The Truth is what's important and from there he realized that sometimes the full truth is not the most important.

I hate how they did him so dirty and making Him be the first person to see the lovesquare, i have written an essay on this, but i really which he Just found out Adrien's so he a. doesn't have to Suffer watching this terrible trap and b. feel more okay telling adrien he knows. i mean, I want adrien to tell him, but that's such a far off wish they don't even get screen time together anymore.

also i wrote Most of untitled Prior to season four coming out (i have skeletons up to 76 rn that were all vague-idea-ed Over a Year ago, and lemme tell you???? i got a Lot of things right regarding luka's characterization that were later revealed in season four??? i know him a lot and i love him a lot????

the 'x's' are obvious, but the 'o's' are Yes but or Yes and-- wow...they are literally me! = in a very normal sense, I want to be more like him in the sense of like. chill. i could write an essay about this but i won't. nothing i like about them is technically canon = everything i like about him is implied canon. he does Not have a lot of screen time and from that i have spent Hours analyzing and making decisions in fics for him based on said observations. everyone but me is wrong about them <3 = i wish i could be more normal, but i cannot consume Most media regarding him bc in general the miraculous fandom they work better as part of a dynamic: no right hiding my lukadrien preference on a post about luka couffaine. but also in general, he fits so well with everyone he works with. there's Good reason he's so successful as the snake miraculous holder, requiring observation and creativity and patience. Adrien was so right that he was perfect for it. desperada was so good for lukadrien i can't get over it. Luka's Great alone. i love him regardless, but even being the cheerful older brother,

!! important notes !! yes. both 'they are so cool looking' and 'why do they look like that' if they spent like. half the effort they did on luka animation that they did on like. any lovesquare moment, he would simply be too powerful. also in my head he's

i did Not select 'wasted potential' bc i Do have hope for season five. i stupidly, oh so incredibly foolishly stupid of me, but i have a hope that he's going to get what he rightfully deserves (on-screen friendship with adrien) in season five.

honestly marinette was stupid for breaking up with luka couffaine but that's not fit for a luka appreciation post. i think that luka and marinette being together for any Real amount of time would have been. So. Good. for marinette. because he's patient. and kind. and understanding. and she really needs to slow her tempo a bit. my absolute Least favorite thing in the whole series is the fucking WHIPLASH from the end of season three to the beginning of season four where there was a buildup for lukanette and adrigami that was just. entirely unraveled in literally the first episode. they're Honestly different characters.

i will not elaborate bc i've made ninety three posts regarding it, but the couffaine's being twins, and Jagged Stone being their dad (at least how they chose to handle it) will Never be canon in my eyes. a dumb attempt at a 'fix-it' i will Never get over.

as far as fandom approach goes, in general it's p good at giving luka his Aesthetic:tm: that the show was clearly going for, but just so much better. Anyone who does an aged-up and includes various tattoos and piercings and continuously colored hair is doing So. Good. that's the Luka we'll never get to see, even in an aged-up ep (which i hope we never get sorry lol). but the part that just irks me is where a Lot of the time they make him out to be like a smooth talking flirt, and while he has Moments we cannot forget how short-lived they are

never forget the fact that he willingly chooses to have lipgloss when transformed name a more iconic hero i'll wait really.

oh while i'm at it, i have this really Big pet peeve where they just don't change his hair during his transformation. bc when he's viperion he's got the greener hair, and luka's rocking the blue and it drives me INSANE when they leave it blue.

look at him. what a dork. he deserves so much and he's getting literally nothing**

oh yes. his entire contribution to season four finale. we all know he wasn't included bc if he was the finale just. would Not have happened. honest. if he was there for like. Any Part of it, it wouldn't have played out. kinda cringe on the show writers part but that's a post for another day.

in conclusion, i love him, your honor.

#let's go #thanks for asking! #luka couffaine #i swear to God i am normal irl #this is my online appearance i can be As Weird as i chose and #this is the way i picked okay #my beloved #i did hold back a little #i have and will Go Off again

[yurisorcerer]

I have some notes that I'm half-considering turning into a proper review of this but honestly I don't think it's worth the effort.

Here:

Essentially, this is a whole episode of voice actors absolutely dying in the booth to try to work with the material they've been given. These speeches aren't even bad, and I can imagine them being effective---once again---in the original format of the novel, or even a voice drama maybe? But the visual element actively drags the show down; why is everything so fucking dark? Like, literally dark? I keep harping about this but the general look of this show is just ugly beyond belief.

If you look, you can find real themes in here. The idea that everyone is just SO over all of this, that these people really do just need a hero because the world has been this fucking grim for this fucking long is a compelling one in a vacuum. The problem with ISHURA, as always, is in its execution. A quiet, dialogue-heavy episode does play to this show's strengths, and it might be the best episode of the show, but we're talking in relative terms here. There are so many moments that SHOULD work, but none of them do.

The fact of the matter is that despite the strength of most of the vocal performances (Exceptions; Elea's VA Noto Mamiko really has just phoned it in the whole show, and this isn't a standout performance from Aoi Yuuki either).

The standout line probably goes to a random bearded man tending to some coffins in the aftermath of the attack; "once you're dead, it doesn't matter which country you fought for." That this comes from a random gravekeeper, rather than one of the show's superpowered isekaijin, feels like it might point toward how this story could improve over time. A better-written series would have greatly condensed this entire introductory plot, reduced the number of characters somewhat, and focused on these core themes. Instead, ISHURA is basically the introductory chapter to what is clearly a much longer story. I am cognizant of how often I'm saying this, but this is an approach that works fine for the series' home format of the light novel, but adapting it 1 to 1 in an anime like this is bonkers. If the show looked way better and had way more going on writing-side it could justify this. Slow, political character pieces have a place in anime after all, I don't want to come off as denying that, but it would need much better direction, a significant amount of editing, and just stronger visual language overall than ISHURA has.

We should also consider ISHURA in a broader contemporary context. Why bother to take the time to properly adapt this story---to change around, to riff on, to reconfigure, to really make it shine in its new medium---when just adapting the buildup straight with no changes will do just fine in terms of moving copies of the original books and, if Studio Passione is lucky, some BDs on top of that? And of course, they're making more. Will I watch it? Probably not, but maybe if it's an exceptionally dry season I'll be bored enough to give this a second shot.

Overall, this truly felt like a complete waste of my time. I'm genuinely sorry to anyone who likes this show and happens to come across this post, since if you have WAY more patience for fantasy politick I can imagine getting more out of this, but like....I just cannot get there.

#ishura #yurisorcerer talks about media

[hanaonesflower]

Itadori Yuuji x fem!bodied!reader (aged up/MDNI)

“I had a really good time! I hope we can do this again.”

“I agree, that BBQ was unlike any other. And did you see that little boy who tripped over the Dance Dance Revolution machine?” He chuckled.

You giggled at his remark but the awkward silence fell over. Albeit not for long.

“Hey, Y/n, can I– can I kiss you?” He spoke, absolutely flustered, blushing from one ear to the other. “You can totally say no if you don’t want to, no pressure! I just thought I’d ask.”

“Yeah, Yuuji, you can kiss me.” You smiled at him and his eyes lit up at your words. The buildup to that kiss was nothing less of a teenager in love. He leaned in and you slowly followed suit and when it happened – fireworks.

You fell deeply in that kiss, the feeling of his soft lips colliding with yours was something you haven’t experienced in a long time. You missed it. You wanted to stay there forever, and so did he. One thing led to another, you glided your tongue over his bottom lip. Conscience struck and you pulled away, ridden with guilt.

“Yuuji, I’m so sorry. I got carried away, it won’t happen again!” You shriveled up in your seat, hoping for no adverse event.

“Can you get carried away like that again?” He stared at you with half lidded, lust-filled eyes before you took it as an invitation and pounced on him. “Don’t worry, don’t hold back, I have tinted windows.”

You did what he requested. You stopped holding back. Both your tongues were now darting inside each other’s mouths, exploring the unknown and bringing forth moans and grunts to the surface. You felt Yuuji’s hand gliding over your ass, although his touch was shy and mildly calculated.

“Are you really okay with this, Y/n?”

“More than I’ve ever been, with anyone else.” As if that was enough confirmation for him. His large palm squeezed your ass hard, you moaned in his mouth and that almost knocked the wind out of him. You spotted the tent forming in this pants and brought your hand down to rub it. The sensation was too much for him but at the same time he couldn’t get enough. Subconsciously jerking his hips up to meet your petite hand.

“We’re moving to the back.” Yuuji remarked.

You eagerly nodded and climbed to the back seat of his car and found solace on his lap, front facing, lips colliding once again, no mercy on either side this time. His hands roamed your back, Yuuji left open mouthed kisses on the columns on your neck and love bites on the mounds of your tits as he undid the buttons on your blouse. Lips feverishly intertwined with each other, your tongues were intimate. Yuuji pulled you closer by the waist.

Mist formed on the windows as you both gasped for air when ecstasy kicked in. You were unaware of this pit of fire forming in your stomach and he was also unaware of the brewing euphoria in his chest when you grind your clothed cunt on his bulge. It was sudden, when everything burst and all you could feel was some sense of release. You had came and your panties wet, a spot formed on his pants when you yelped and tried to hop off. He smirked, saying that he had came too, caging his arms around you, halting your escape.

“I don’t want us to stop here.” He sighed.

“Me neither.”

#18+ #itadori yuuji #yuuji itadori #jjk smut #jjk x you #yuuji x reader #yuuji x you #yuuji x y/n #yuuji smut #jjk men x you #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #itadori smut

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What would a cw adaptation of Harry Potter look like?

Having not watched too many cw shows myself (I just hear about their nonsense), I phoned @therealvinelle who made the poor life choices of having watched much more of The Vampire Diaries than I have and watching any Supernatural.

The following is her beautiful response:

So for starters, we merge Snape and Tom's characters. This is because Snape isn't hot, and because Tom needs to be near the kids. Tom still looks like Tom Riddle, and he's a teacher who seduces Hermione. At no point are any thoughts about the fact that he's a teacher sleeping with a student had

Harry is a blond now, and he's also dating Hermione. A love triangle ensues, one where Tom will hover sexily but dangerously in empty classrooms and make vague threats that Hermione find very sexually arousing.

The love triangle is the focal point of this show.

Voldemort is Tom's evil alter ego, who killed Harry's parents over that prophecy. He wants to kill Harry as well, but it's not the season finale yet so he's not actually doing anything about it. Too busy seducing Hermione.

Instead he just does vaguely sinister things, like release a basilisk that Harry heroically saves Hermione from.

He every so often has charged conversations with McGonagall (Who has been aged down and is in her thirties. She's still considered ancient), implying they had an affair once.

Harry and Hermione piece together that Tom and Voldemort aRe ThE sAmE pErSoN.

(Piece together meaning that Dumbledore, who only appeared in the second half of the first season and the show never bothers to clarify what his job actually is, gets a focal episode where he tells them the story of Tom Riddle through flashbacks. Terrible flashback wigs and costumes galore.)

Tom will later, in season 3 where he goes full woobie and we learn that none of his evil deeds were ever his fault, reveal that there's more to the story. That orphanage he grew up in? It was a special school for muggle-borns where they trained a future wizarding militia. Tom was the only one who broke free of their oppressive regime. The other children... GREW UP TO BECOME THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX.

But I'm skipping how season 1 ended. The answer is that Hermione disavowed Tom in the season 1 finale since he was evil, he was too sexy bad boy to care except subtle wigglings of his eyebrow told the captive Tomione-shipping audience that he did in fact care. Harmione shippers think they're all delusional. She then jumped into Harry's arms.

Which was poor decision making on her end, because in season 2 Harry joins the dark side. This lasts for half a season, mostly because the arc featured so much filler. Tom, who was imprisoned in season 1, becomes Hermione's supportive pen pal through this ordeal and she starts to wonder if maybe there's good in him after all.

Sirius Black is introduced, he's a lawyer living in the Muggle world and he was in love with Lily. We get a flashback showing us how sad Sirius was when she married James, and there is buildup for an arc where Harry's paternity will be questioned. This arc is scrapped, and Sirius is written out of the show altogether, never to be mentioned again.

Ginny gets pregnant by Neville. Neville dies tragically shortly afterwards, killed by Harry because Harry is a dark wizard now. This is actually the spinoff door episode to the new show the CW is trying to launch, "The Weasleys".

Neville's death has no real consequences, Harry returns to the light and is forgiven in time to become the child's godfather.

Oh, and can't believe I forgot: they've all been aged up to 17.

End of season 2, Tom escapes prison.

Season 3, we get the whole "DUMBLEDORE is the real villain!" arc. Tom killing Harry's parents in season 1 is forgotten, the show doesn't outright retcon it but it doesn't want the viewers to remember it either.

Hermione is once again in a love triangle, only this time Tom and Harry have both done bad things (but we'll only bring up the 2 bad things Harry did (killed Neville and said a mean thing to Hermione) and none of the 282985204592 bad things Tom did) so Hermione has a hard time.

Hermione also discovers that she's a uniquely powerful witch. She has the power to make windows shatter, candles flicker, and wind blow all about. Everyone is frightfully impressed with this.

Mid-season 3 finale, Dumbledore destroys Tom's body. It's terribly dramatic, but then turns out to only be a mild inconvenience as he is resurrected four episodes later. He's resurrected by Hermione's window shattering powering, she closed her eyes very intensely and bam, he's back.

We learn about the horcruxes, which by themselves are shockingly similar to the horcruxes of the original books. The big change, however, is that this Tom didn't know he had horcruxes, those evil bastards at the orphanage split his soul in the night through ominous rituals (another flashback here). He has no idea where this other half of his soul is.

Season finale, we learn that Hermione is in fact his horcrux. This is why they had so much in common (they don't have anything in common) and why she got through his bad boy persona (he hasn't been a bad boy since season 1!). They were soulmates this whole time!

Harry despairs in the face of this, and he and Hermione have a teary conversation where she confirms that yes, the Tomione shippers won.

He also has a pleasant conversation with Tom, as a bromance has bloomed between the two.

Alas. The episode ends on a cliffhanger, as the door flings open dramatically. Dumbledore walks in, bearing proof that Tom made an Unbreakable Vow to always serve the Order, a Vow that was obliviated from him. He drags Tom kicking and screaming away from a crying Hermione, the season ends with her resolve to find a way to save him.

(Sorry, I'm on a roll here)

Season 4, a year later. Harry and Hermione have been searching ever since Tom disappeared. They've become closer than ever, but apart from three or four moments of extreme sexual tension per episode, Hermione is Faithful™

News of Tom's terrorist actions as an Order member reach them with regular intervals. Hermione remains convinced that he's being forced to do all this and doesn't actually want to hurt anybody, Harry's not so sure.

They catch up to him in Minneapolis (did I mention this entire show takes place in the states? All the actors are American.) and he tells them to stop trying to save him. Hermione, devastated, takes this to mean he never loved her, he was only ever a psychopath playing with her feelings. She tells him as much, and Tom confirms, yeah, he's a cold-hearted son of a bitch (Harry's favorite insult for him).

They break up, and Hermione gets back with Harry. They return to their home city in North Dakota.

At the very end of that same episode, Tom is able to visit Harry for 15 seconds in the form of a specter and very dramatically tell him how he does love Hermione but he's not good for her, better to make a clean break, yada yada. DON'T LOOK FOR ME.

Harry agrees, sure no problem, he can do that. Just one noble bro to another.

Tom nods, thanks for having sex with my girl while I rot in hell, bro.

It is in this same season premier episode that the show introduces the Blacks. Remember Sirius Black? Yeah, this is sexy family.

They become instant fan favorites, and one of them is shipped with Tom (the fans now hate both Harry and Hermione).

Pandering as always, the show lets said character run into Tom. And it's not Bellatrix, oh no. It's Athena, a CW original Black. She's indistinguishable from the original Bellatrix and it's unclear why she's not just Bellatrix.

Tom is ordered to kill her, but they have a moment of truly intense eye contact so he only injures her (the killing curse doesn't exist in this show. Don't ask how Harry got his scar. No really, don't ask, the show never explained it). Shippers go wild.

Tom is eventually able to break free of the Unbreakable Vow through the power of true love (book fans are sobbing, this show gets nothing right), and he returns to Hermione, begs her to take him back. She rebuffs him, and he goes to get drunk at a bar. This is where Narcissa (aged down to 25) finds him. They have sex.

He has a brief fling with her, only to get into a more serious relationship with Athena. This leads to Hermione getting jealous.

We're now dealing with a love pentagon, of sorts. Harry and Tom love Hermione, Tom also loves Athena, Narcissa wants Harry but she has undeniable sexual chemistry with Tom.

The show descends into back-and-forth-ing, and does not get renewed.

The end.

POST SCRIPT:

The oddly popular side character that the CW never wanted to be popular at all and keeps having to make mysteriously vanish for half a season so that the plot(?) can avoid being derailed is Draco.

He's super competent but the show will never admit that.

Later, Athena plays this same role.

- @therealvinelle

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #cw #cw meta #meta #headcanon #opinion #vinelle #therealvinelle

[sourwulf]

hello 🥺🥺 idk if you're willing to do smut or anything nsfw, but i was wondering if you'd be willing to do something where u and stiles take each other's virginities?

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it was date night for you and stiles. aka the first time you’d been alone together in what felt like forever, even though it’d only been about a week. being friends with werewolves, banshees, and kitsunes came with its own challenges, and not getting any time to spend together just the two of you was one of them.

but tonight, a saturday, it was just you and him watching star wars. it was one of his favorite film franchises, and he’d been trying to get you to watch it for months. you finally gave in, and he brought over all of his dvds.

you were laying on the couch in his living room, his dad working overnight at the sheriff’s station.

you were laying on the edge with him behind you, his arm wrapped around your front. he had his head propped up in his palm to see over you.

it was going smoothly until you adjusted your position, unintentionally grinding into his crotch. you could immediately feel the energy in the room grow tense, awkwardness filling your bodies.

“sorry,” you mumbled, looking back to see a red stiles focusing on the tv. and that was when you could feel his growing erection pressing into your back.

“no, i’m sorry.”

he leaned in to kiss you, and you kissed him back. you reached up to place your hand on his cheek, pulling him closer.

only a second later, you were on your back with him between your thighs, kissing you softly. when his lips moved to your neck, you took in a deep breath.

“stiles,” you whispered, making him look at you. “neither of us have done this before.”

it was as if he remembered that both of you were virgins, and his demeanor changed. he got nervous and anxious, his breathing growing unsteady.

“do you not want to?”

you nodded quickly. “i do. i just... maybe we shouldn’t do this on the couch.”

“oh. good point.”

“you get the condoms, i’ll meet you in your room, yeah?”

this time, it was his turn to quickly nod, jumping off of you and practically sprinting upstairs with you close behind.

—

your head hit his pillow, his body pressing you into the mattress. his lips met yours quickly as he ground into you. his hands reached up into your shirt and you gasped at the sensation of his icy fingers, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

kissing him made you feel lightheaded and flustered, fuzziness clouding your vision. his hands worked softly and slowly under the fabric, enjoying how your skin felt on his fingertips. he took in every inch of you, trying to memorize it. his kiss slipped back to your neck again, and they left tiny hickeys everywhere they touched.

you tugged on his soft hair to get him to come back up to your lips, then worked your way down his neck. he let out a shallow moan at the contact and shut his eyes, savoring the feeling of your mouth on his neck.

you kissed and licked, smiling as he slowly lost it. you reached down and tugged his shirt over his head, taking in the sight of his slightly-toned abdomen.

“my eyes are up here,” he joked, making you chuckle. you sat up slightly to take off your shirt, causing him to gulp at the view.

“my eyes are up here,” you mocked and he smirked, pushing you onto your back gently, kissing down your chest. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kissed across your half-exposed breasts, cupping them as he did.

you arched your back and reached under you to unhook your bra, and that was when his breathing stopped.

“is something wrong?” you asked, nervousness laced in your voice.

“no,” he said quickly. “you’re just... so beautiful.”

you felt your cheeks go red as you giggled, pulling him back in for a kiss. he snaked his hands down to the waistband of your pants, slipping his hand into your underwear and dipping a finger under the fabric to feel how wet you were. you gasp at the contact, and he continued kissing you.

“stiles,” you moaned into his mouth, making a groan exit his. “shit... that feels good.”

“yeah?”

“mhm.”

a few seconds later, he pulled his hand out of your underwear, pulling the rest of your clothes off your body and tossing them onto the floor. you, out of habit, pressed your thighs together, hiding your lower body from his eyes.

he gently pulled your thighs apart, hungry yet kind eyes tracing your skin.

“why are you trying to hide from me?” he asked gently in the tone of voice that made your heart flutter. it wasn’t a commanding or rude tone, in fact just the opposite. it was gentle, concerned.

“because you’re the first person to see me naked in a long time.”

he dipped his head down and kissed your knee, maintaining eye contact with you.

“you don’t have to cover yourself. i promise.”

you nodded, and a split second later, he was on his stomach with his head between your legs.

“i, uh, don’t really know what i’m doing,” he confessed, making you giggle.

“it’s okay. just do what you think you should do.”

almost with hesitation, he licked a stripe up your clit, making you gasp involuntarily.

“did that feel good?” he asked with concern in his voice. you nodded, and he went back to work.

your body squirmed, your back arched, and your toes curled. moans tumbled from your lips and you reached down to tug his hair.

him being a virgin made you assume he had no idea what he was doing, but you were wrong. he knew exactly what to do, and he was damn good at it.

but it didn’t last long, as he pulled away less than a minute after starting.

“is something wrong?” you asked, noticing he was moving his jaw.

“my jaw hurts,” he said defeatedly.

you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the way he said it, gripping his face and kissing him.

you pushed his pants and underwear down with your feet before wrapping your hand around his length, causing a shudder to run down his body. he squeezed his eyes shut as you continued kissing and stroking him, a desperate whine leaving his throat.

he reached over to the nightstand where he’d laid the box of condoms and pulled one out, all while trying not to knock the box onto the floor.

“do you know how to put one of those on?” you asked sarcastically, making him give you a look.

“i think i can figure it out.”

he looked back at you when it was on, and he leaned down to gently kiss you.

“are you sure about this?” he asked, making you smile.

“yes, stiles. i’m sure. do you want to?”

he gave you a look, as if to say ‘isn’t it obvious?’

“absolutely.” he reached down and lined himself up with your entrance, and you took in a deep breath. “ready?”

you nodded frantically. “yeah.”

he gently pressed into you, and you silently gasped, your eyebrows turning upward and your mouth dropping open. an involuntary moan filled his ears, which in turn made him groan.

once he bottomed out, he looked at you. “good?”

“good.” he kissed you for a moment, and he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in.

even though this was new, it was a thrilling sensation, one that made your stomach flip. your eyes stayed locked with his and his lips parted slightly, a groan low in his throat.

it was soft and slow, and you could feel every part of him — his skin against yours, his heartbeat in his chest, his hands, which were now gripping yours and holding them above your head.

one hand left yours and, a second later, you felt his fingers rubbing circles onto your clit, which made you jump. you let out a loud moan and he did the same in response, pulling you back in for another kiss.

“stiles, i think- i think i’m close.”

almost as if he knew exactly what to do, he picked up his pace to a fast but still gentle one. your knees pressed into his sides as the coil in your stomach built quicker than you anticipated it would.

you’d had orgasms before, considering you’d masturbated quite a few times. but none of the buildups for them had been anything like this one. this one was different.

it was like you were underwater, desperately trying to swim to the surface. you were kicking your feet and paddling your arms to the point they were on fire, fighting for that breath of air.

and then suddenly, you got to the surface.

your legs trembled like they never had before, your eyes were screwed shut tightly, and your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin.

it took everything in you not to scream out — not to scream his name.

and as swiftly as it’d started, it ended. he’d stopped his motions, allowing you to catch your breath.

you’d fantasized about your first time a lot, and in none of those fantasies did you cum. you figured whoever you’d lose it to would also be inexperienced, so you didn’t anticipate for them to be able to make you feel good.

but wow were you wrong.

“you good?” he breathed.

“so good,” you responded. “you feel so good, stiles. so good.”

starting his movements again, he went a bit faster now, but still slow enough to not overwhelm you. he pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck and jaw, moaning as he did so. you admired the sound, thinking his moan had to be the hottest sound you’d ever heard, and you could sense he was also close.

he moaned your name, which almost made you cum right then and there. as he came, his pace and rhythm changed to a choppy, quick one, compared to his smooth, gentle one.

he rested his forehead on yours as he finished, both of you panting loudly. neither of you moved for a few minutes, absorbing the fact that neither of you were virgins anymore.

a giggle formed in your throat and you smiled as he looked at you, chuckling to himself. he kissed you once more before pulling out of you slowly, which made you softly moan. when he was laying back down next to you, he reached down and gripped your hand.

neither of you spoke. and you rolled onto your side to rest your head on his shoulder.

“you okay?” he asked, still playing with your fingers.

“absolutely.”

“good.” he kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arm around you. “i’m glad you were my first.”

you looked at him. “me too.” he kissed you one last time before getting comfortable and closing his eyes, the two of you eventually drifting off to sleep.

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[ladyvesuvia]

MINI-CELEBRATION FOR 500 FOLLOWERS

[NAVIGATION]

STATUS: CLOSED. Thank you to everyone who participated! All interactions are under the tag #vesuvia’s 500 followers beach party. I love you all!!!

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@romqnticizer, i’m low key scared of u sometimes because u have this intimidating aura but omfg when we talk you’re literally so cool and chill aaaaa 👹👹👹 <this is the trademark of our friendship

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@meiitanoia, you’re the sweetest person ever. there, i said it. you hype me up so good omg and you’re a literal sunshine ily <3

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there’s literally so much more i want to say but can’t because this is gonna be a very, very long ass post. next time imma make a separate post for this mbad that’s on me and i can’t tag any more of u all :<

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[drabbles-mc]

Say It To My Face

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Request by @n3ss12​: can I request a smutty fic where Nestor and reader get in a fight and one tells the other to go f*ck themself and ya know you can decide what happens after that

Warnings: language, unprotected sex, choking (sexual), Nestor surviving an argument by the skin of his teeth

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This fic is brought to you in part by half a bottle of my favorite wine lmao. Wine drunk me decided that Nestor likes being choked and tbh??? I love that for him. (Also please friends don’t use sex to avoid arguments. It’s great for fics but terrible for irl relationships lol)

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You’d been giving Nestor the cold shoulder all day, and surprisingly it had actually gotten under his skin a little bit. He was usually good at keeping his cool, but it hit him just a little bit different this time. He’d been distant for a while because of work, both geographically and emotionally, which wasn’t necessarily new, but he wasn’t used to coming home to you being cold and distant as well.

You were always pretty understanding when he couldn’t keep in constant touch with you because of things going on with his job. It was the nature of the beast. However, he always said that if an emergency ever arose that he would be there in a heartbeat, no matter what the circumstances were. And he fell short on that.

“I said that I’m sorry,” he spoke up from the other end of the couch, cutting through the silence of your house.

“And I said that I’m still not done being mad at you.”

“Y/N I—”

“I was in a car accident, Nestor!” you cut him off, shaking your head angrily, “I was in the goddamn ER! I called, I texted, I did everything but send a fucking smoke signal.”

“I had Galindo send—”

He wasn’t going to be getting a word in edge-wise if you could help it. You were too pissed off for that as you stood up off the couch, “But I wanted you! I needed you.”

He stood up as well, turning to face you, “If it had been more serious I would have—”

“I shouldn’t have to be on my deathbed for you to fucking show up. I said that I needed you, and that should’ve been the end of it. Yea I ended up being alright, but fuck, I was scared.”

He recoiled slightly, realizing that he wasn’t going to be able to talk his way out of this one. Maybe once you cooled off, but definitely not right now. He shoved his hands into his pockets, “What do you want me to do?”

You looked at him and shook your head, “Nothing. Fucking nothing. You can’t just weasel your way out of this, Nes. I’m fucking mad.”

“Yea, I get that. I see that. That’s why I’m asking wh—”

“I want you to go fuck yourself,” you snapped, not wanting to hear him asking for forgiveness any longer, “Because I’m not in the fucking mood for this right now.”

You turned and started to storm through the house to head to the bedroom that you shared with Nestor, one you were completely set on locking him out of for the night. You only got a few strides away before you heard him mumble something under his breath.

You quickly turned back around to face him, “What?”

His eyes widened slightly, “What?”

“What’d you just say?”

He shook his head, “Nothing.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “C’mon. You got some shit to say? Say it to my face.”

He wasn’t used to you being so confrontational. And while it was frustrating for him, it was also the slightest bit amusing. It wasn’t a side of you he really got to witness very often, lucky for him.

He was biting back a smirk as he cleared his throat and repeated himself, “I said I don’t think that you actually want me to go fuck myself.”

You rolled your eyes, not in the mood for the immaturity, “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“I swear to god, Nes, sometimes I just wanna fucking—”

“What? You want to what?”

The same way Nestor never saw you get argumentative and snappy, you never really saw it from him either. The attitude caught you off-guard—he’d always been better at keeping his composure than you.

You shook your head, “Forget it. Doesn’t fucking matter.”

You turned back around to continue your walk to the bedroom, but within seconds Nestor was next to you with his hand wrapped around your arm, “Nah. You got some shit to say? Say it to my face.”

The fact that he got such an immediate opportunity to use your own words against you was infuriating. You shook your head, “I just wanna fucking strangle you sometimes,” you snapped.

“Then do it.”

That statement gave you pause, “What?”

“Do it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Nestor, I’m not gonna fuckin—”

He slid his hand down so it was wrapped around your wrist. Neither his movements nor his eye contact wavered as he lifted your hand to his neck. You fought him on it at first but you knew it was useless, and part of you was incredibly intrigued.

Your hand looked so small against his throat. You tilted your head slightly, taking in the sight of it. Your eyes traveled back up to his and everything about the look on his face was telling you to go for it. His chest rose and fell, breathing faster in anticipation. You took a second to mentally gear yourself up for it, finally tightening your grip. The second you did, it was like a switch flipped in your brain, and you could see it in Nestor’s eyes that the same thing happened for him.

You pulled him close to you, causing your lips to crash into his in an angry, needy kiss. With no hesitation he scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and walking the two of you to the bedroom without taking his lips off of yours.

He let your feet hit the floor and the two of you pulled apart only to strip yourselves of your clothes. Pieces of clothing were flying in every direction, the buildup of his absence and your fight coming to a head. You kissed him hungrily as you backed him towards the bed, practically pushing him down onto the mattress.

Wasting no time, you threw your leg over him so that you were straddling him. You locked eyes with him as you positioned yourself so he could slide into you. He gripped onto your hips but when he went to pull you down onto him, you braced your hands against his chest, thwarting his efforts.

You shook your head at him, “Let go of me.”

He did as instructed, letting his hands slide down so that they were resting lightly on your thighs, not wanting to completely give up contact. You gave him a slight nod of approval before slowly lowering yourself onto him. The moan that came out of him was like music to your ears, and it reminded you that before you were mad at him, you had missed him. A lot.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath as you let yourself revel in the sensation of having him inside you for the first time in far too long.

You leaned down, pressing your lips hard against his as you started to grind against him. His hands slid up your thighs and hips, landing on your sides. You could feel it in his touch that he was fighting the urge to grip onto you, not wanting to be told to let you go again. The realization made a smile cross your face as you continued to kiss him. Your hand slid up and once again wrapped around his throat. You pulled away from your kiss as you tightened your grip, sucking on his bottom lip.

Nestor had never looked so vulnerable, and you couldn’t deny that you loved it. A small smirk appeared on his face as you tightened your grip a little more. The power trip of it all made your head spin as you continued to ride him.

He reached up and gripped your wrist, and you were about to pull your hand away, thinking that he was going to tell you to stop. But when you went to try and move, he shook his head at you. Your hips came to a stop, brows furrowing as you looked down at him.

“Harder,” he whispered.

That one word was like a shot of straight adrenaline. You let out a breathy laugh as you brought your other hand up to his throat as well, completely enveloping it in your grip. Nestor practically melted into your grasp, his hands resting on the small of your back. His eyes fluttered shut as you simultaneously tightened your grip and picked up your movements once again. Your name fell from his lips in choked gasps, only serving to encourage you to pick up your pace. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, wanting to take in everything about the scene underneath you.

His nails clawed lightly at your back, causing you to moan. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his, still not taking your hands away from his throat. You bit down hard on his bottom lip and in response he dug his nails harder into your back with what he could manage of a moan.

You could feel your body beginning to tense up and you knew that you were close. Nestor saw it on your face and with a smug grin he gripped onto your hips and lifted you for a moment before pulling you back down hard, slamming himself into you.

“Fuck,” your grip around his neck tightened but you didn’t want him to stop, “don’t stop.”

His smile grew as he did as you asked. Your legs began to shake and you let go of his neck, hands sliding up to cup his face. You didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath, though, as you instantly pressed your lips to his. You pulled him tight to you, moaning into his mouth as you came.

He wrapped his arms tight around you and with a few final thrusts you felt him release inside you. Your body all but melted into his at the sensation, not letting him take his lips off of yours. Your hands slid up and down his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat underneath your palm. His hand rested on the back of your neck as his lips continued to move needily against yours.

Finally, you pulled away and gave him the first opportunity since you started to catch his breath. You rested your forehead against his chest, and the first thing he did with full access to oxygen was let out a chuckle. His fingertips drummed along your spine as he tried to get his mind and body in order. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, enjoying the feeling of still being inside you. You could feel the slight vibrations in his chest as he tried to fight back another laugh.

“What’s so funny?” you asked as you caught your breath, sitting up so you could look at his face.

He shook his head, taking a deep breath, “Nothing,” he smirked, “Feel better?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes, “Maybe a little,” you wanted to follow up with another smart comment but instead you lightly traced your fingers along his neck, “You good?”

He nodded, laughing, “I’m great.”

“How long you been thinking about that?” you were genuinely curious.

He raised his eyebrows, shaking his head, “I haven’t been.”

“Just wanted to tell me to put up or shut up?”

“You brought that on yourself,” he smirked.

You smiled, “Maybe,” you paused, “You weren’t worried that I was actually gonna strangle you to death?”

He shrugged, “What a way to go.”

You playfully slapped his chest, “You’re ridiculous.”

He watched you as you traced the outlines of the tattoos on his chest, “I’m sorry,” he gave your sides a light squeeze, “Really sorry.”

You nodded slowly, not looking up from the ink on his chest, “I know.”

“I love you.”

That got you to look up at him. You smiled, your frustrations had faded for the time being, “I love you too,” after a few seconds of silence went by, you let out a laugh, “Who knows what we’ll figure out next time I get royally pissed off at you.”

He laughed, pulling you down so that your chest was against his. He kissed you lightly on the lips, “Hopefully we won’t have to figure that out for a while. You’re scary when you’re mad.”

You chuckled, thumb gliding across his cheekbone, “Keep that in mind next time you wanna do some dumb shit.”

He kissed the tip of your nose, “I will.”

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[carpisuns]

New anon, but I saw the last one and I have some thoughts. Specifically, I have been obsessing over ml for the last month or so, and I’ve only seen three episodes, and they were the three released before crocoduel. And you know what? I wasn’t that into it, it wasn’t bad it just wasn’t half as engaging as fanon and fanworks have been for me.

I’ve also done this with the Magicians, Supernatural, and a couple others. I think the reason that this works, for some people, is because it is a more familiar and in many ways, easier way to discover and become attached to new material and new characters. Fan writers and artists are coming from a place of love for their source material (no matter what issues they may have with it) and that bleeds out into their work. Time is spent developing the characters and their feelings, their relationships, in ways that canon so often can’t or isn’t allowed to, and reading that, it’s very easy to fall in love with new characters very quickly. There’s also common AUs and dynamics that make it much easier to start something new.

And also: comfort characters. So many fans find common ground with characters and further project onto them, particularly in fanfic. And because of that it’s often easier to identify with a fan’s interpretation of a character than it is to identify with the canon’s, since you have these more deeply explored feelings and relationships based on a combination of canon and the personal experiences of the fan writer. Also, with these kinds of fics it’s extremely emotionally affirming since for someone who doesn’t have much of any connection with the source material, it feels like the original, even if you’re reading a large body of work by a lot of different people. And I’m so used to fanfic as a substitute for the emotional work and character development that shows/movies/books don’t have room for or aren’t willing to get into, that approaching a fandom as it’s own original piece of media in a way, feels very comforting.

That’s my perspective on it anyways, and why I do this. I do think it is a good thing to engage with the canon to an extent, even if it’s just watching a few clips (how I found ml) but I also don’t think you need any real connection or knowledge of it to be deeply invested in the fandom. Sorry, this got very long.

you know, i totally get being on, like, the fringe of fandoms and interacting with fanon to an extent without a proper investment in canon (I have a couple fandoms like that), but i honestly just can't imagine becoming super invested in a fandom when I am not invested in the source material...maybe that's just a difference between you and me, idk.

but also, i gotta admit that i'm struggling a bit to understand the reason. you yourself pointed out that fan work is enjoyable because the creator's love for canon bleeds into it. and isn't that the reason that you would want to give canon a real chance? obviously there is fan content made out of spite lol (and sadly a fair amount in this fandom), but to me most fan content is like a love letter to canon. like, "i adore this thing so much that it inspired me to create and share with other people who adore it." and what better recommendation is there than that?? i would think people would wanna familiarize themselves with canon in order to better enjoy fanon(?)

i completely understand your point about fan content delving further into characterization and relationships where canon hasn't/can't, and that is such a big appeal of fanfic/fanart. but i don't feel like that's a reason to not engage with canon? on the contrary, i feel like you are missing something important in your understanding and appreciation of that wonderful exploration if you haven't experienced firsthand the foundation that canon set. and maybe that missing thing is just your personal interpretation of a character/dynamic.

for example, i could say, "adrien agreste is this, this, and this and he would do this but not this." and of course i will think im right because my characterization is always perfect 😌sakjdfaldjks but someone else might have a slightly different interpretation, and someone else will have another interpretation, and when you mush all those individual takes on a character together, you will get a good sense of who they are, but you still don't have the Original™️ to draw your own interpretation from. idk, to me it sounds like basing your opinion of chocolate ice cream on what other people are saying about it without ever trying it yourself? ajsldakljf maybe that's an oversimplification but i do think that without experiencing it for yourself, your understanding will always be kind of incomplete.

idk, i big agree with everything you said about why fan content is special, but everything that is a point in fanon's favor is not a knock on canon. to me fan content feels pretty inseparable from canon, so it just doesn't compute to me to take canon out of the equation? then we would have nothing.

i feel like it's almost kinda trendy nowadays to be like, "oh this show actually sucks lmao but the fanon and AUs are good." like it's shameful to actually...enjoy source material? 😭 i mean i completely understand that miraculous ladybug is not gonna be everyone's cup of tea and that's fine! but if you truly enjoy the fan content that much i encourage you to give canon a real shot. it's not that surprising to me that you watched 3 recent episodes and didn't vibe that much, since you haven't seen the 3 seasons of buildup that lead to them. miraculous has a neat way of tying a bunch of things together so if you aren't familiar with all of it, you're probably missing out.

personally my love for miraculous was kind of a slowburn at first. i only started watching the show because my sister and i made a deal that forced me to watch the first few eps lol. and i didn't really vibe either. but there must have been enough of a spark there for me to keep watching bc for some reason i did and the more i watched the more i fell in love with it until it became the thing that occupies my brain more than anything else. i started with canon and then got into fanon, but it could easily go the other way too. and if you're already invested in the story and characters, i have to imagine it would be much easier to push past the initial cringe of "this is a show about a couple of teen furries rated TV-Y7 on netflix" lol and give anything you don't vibe with the benefit of the doubt.

again, to be clear, i'm not trying to judge or gatekeep here! i'm just saying this because i genuinely LOVE miraculous. it's my favorite show. that's why i make things for it. that's why i have this blog. i want people to watch it. so maybe, pwetty pwease, try watching the show you like so much? 🥺👉👈

(source bc i was too lazy to make my own so i stole this from twitter)

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