#she's such a purist about art i love her

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Just Stay.

- A GN!Reader x Jackson!Joel Miller story

For my wonderful, lovely, kind, hilarious friend, Jo (@morgaussy/@merci-killing), who wants nothing more than to worship that old man. I hope this is to your liking ♡

Tags: 18+ MDNI, explicit content, BODY WORSHIP, slight size difference (reader is described as shorter than Joel), reader is generally able bodied and has hair but is otherwise not described, oral sex (M receiving), heavy petting, lots and lots of kisses, body hair appreciation, domestic fluffy smut, two goobers deeply in love, kink discussion (daddy kink, and per jo's request, "A secret barely there splash of mommy kink"), grief mention, TLOU2 Jackson Era (post-Ellie run away era, pre-snowstorm)

WC: 4.6k

A/N: this is full of lazy writing technique and i am aware! there is POV switching whenever i say so, get in both their brains, die mad about it POV purists :)

Warm water, straight from the tap. Straight from the tap and into the basin where Joel Miller’s aching muscles are learning to relax, still, years after their first reconnaissance with a god’s honest bath. He can’t quite believe it. More than 20 years after the end of the world, where people starve and maim and kill and hunt to survive, there are still hot baths. He takes a deep breath and sighs in relief, letting himself sink lower beneath the surface, only the top of his broad chest and shoulders remaining above in the cool air of the home. He closes his eyes for a moment, soaking. 

The jiggling of the sticky front door knob calls his attention. An alertness solidified in a world consisting only of predators and prey. Kill or be killed. He knows, rationally, he’s safe here. His eyes clock his hunting knife laid safely on the vanity anyway. 

He listens to the familiar sound of your steps, the way you insist on toeing off your boots at the front door, the soft pattering of sock clad feet as they maneuver around the first floor, the creak of the loose floorboard near the kitchen island that he’s been meaning to fix. He can tell just from your movements that you’re hankering for a cup of tea—hearing the cabinet door close softly, always gentle, the ceramic clink of the base of your favorite mug coming into contact with the stone countertop, the metallic clang of the filled teapot as you set it atop the stove. He relaxes further knowing you’re home, safe. 

The water is just turning tepid when he hears the stairs creak, signaling your imminent arrival. He pushes himself back up to greet you, the cooler air causing his wet skin to break out in gooseflesh. He turns his head to find you standing quietly, hip propped against the vanity, warm mug cupped between your palms, eyes trained on him already, his favorite soft grin gracing your lips, plumping your cheeks. 

“Whatcha doin’ there, starlight?” he asks. 

“Just admiring the art,” you respond, raising your mug to your mouth and taking a slurping sip, careful not to burn the fragile skin of your lips and tongue. The response makes him chuckle and flush, blaming the pinkness brought to his chest and neck on the temperature of the water if pressed. 

His starlight. A beacon in the dark, guiding him home. He found you at a time when he thought he’d lost everything. Ellie had run off, and, terrified, he’d run after her. Once she’d been found, she’d confessed how she hated him for the choices he’d made for her, how she didn’t want to be part of his life anymore, and he’d agreed to her terms as long as it meant she’d be safe and home. He’d spent the entire ride back to Jackson fighting off the grief that threatened to overtake him. He wasn’t sure how he was going to cope this time, losing another daughter. At least this time he knew she was alive, could watch from a distance as she grew, could talk to the other townsfolk and get updates on her life, make sure she was ok. 

That was where you came in. You’d been serving at the local watering hole, The Tipsy Bison, when he’d come in for a drink. You’d poured his whiskey neat, just as he’d requested, and quietly left him to his thoughts as you tended to other patrons. He sat quietly, sipping his drink and listening to your conversation. His ears perked up when he heard you mention your students having a hard time with an assignment you’d given recently. He knew everyone in town shared responsibilities, should’ve figured you would have more to offer to Jackson than to only be a bartender. When you came over to check on him, see if he wanted another pour he assumes, he cleared his throat and asked about your other role as a teacher and your entire face lit up as you gushed about your kids. He tried to listen, but found himself lost in the feeling of being a kid again, the awe he felt the first time his dad had taken him and Tommy out to the wide open Texan countryside and shown them how bright the stars could shine. 

He tuned back in when he caught you talking about one student in particular you had connected with—his Ellie. How she was a natural writer, so creative, always scribbling in her journal. Mostly doodles, but over time you described how you’d earned her trust and she’d opened up a little more, shown you some of her poetry, how you’d encouraged her to keep writing. You talked about how she was quiet, shy, kept to herself most of the time, but she had a lot to say on paper. Joel tried to tamp down the proud tears that threatened to well at the news. She was ok. She was going to be ok. 

Joel kept going back and you were always there for him, greeting him by name with a soft smile, pouring his glass of whiskey before he’d even had a chance to take a seat on one of the old wooden barstools. You’d formed an easy friendship and before he knew it, he was inviting you over for dinner. You’d gone a little speechless and he worried he’d overstepped, but then you’d let out a breath you must have been holding and giggled, burying your face in your palms for a second before you found his eyes again and the way they shone for him was nothing short of celestial. You’d agreed, and the rest is history. 

“You wanna get in?” Joel asked, motioning to the tub. 

You shook your head. “Not today. Just want to keep you company if that’s alright.”

“Course that’s alright, sweetheart. Make yourself at home,” he said before going back to relaxing, closing his eyes.

You watched him ease back into contentment in the water before you moved, opening the cabinet below the sink and stealing a couple clean towels. You placed them on the floor next to the tub before kneeling atop them. You took a long drink from your mug of tea before placing it aside. You looked over the products on the tub ledge and grabbed the shampoo. Quietly, you leaned over, laying a soft kiss to Joel’s exposed shoulder before whispering in his ear, “Tip your head back for me.”

He did as instructed, sitting up from the wall, keeping his eyes closed and tipping his head back. You grabbed your mug of tea, draining it before quickly rinsing it in the water, filling it and carefully soaking his sweat damp curls, using your hand to ensure none of the water dripped forward onto his face. You then uncapped the shampoo and squirted a small amount into the palm of your hand. You lathered your hands together, causing the shampoo to begin sudsing, and brought your fingers to his scalp. He hummed in bliss as you began massaging the soap into his tresses, the day’s tension easing from you both as you cared and were cared for in return. 

After a few minutes of gentle ministration, you guided his head back with your fingertip under his chin before rinsing the suds from his locks. You then reached for your bottle of conditioner, something you typically reserved for special occasions, and squirted a dollop into your hand before softly carding it through his hair. You let it sit for a bit, rinsing your hands in the water and allowing yourself a moment to admire the man in front of you. He was remarkably beautiful—strong, broad, sun speckled chest giving way to a softer stomach coated in a fine layer of soft brown hair that drew your eyes southward to where his thick cock laid softly against the crease of his thigh, his legs strong enough to walk or ride for miles. Scars littered his skin and you mentally pressed a kiss to each one as your eyes worked their way back up to his face. His eyes met yours there and he leaned forward, capturing your mouth with his own. He held you in place with his palm in its favorite place, cupped around the side of your jaw, thumb finding its place in the divot next to your ear. He kissed you deeply for a few more moments, pouring all of his affection for you into it. You smiled, effectively breaking the embrace, and left him with a final peck to his lips, the tip of his nose, his forehead, before maneuvering him once again to rinse the conditioner from his hair. 

Once clean, you helped ease him from beneath the water, wrapping him in one of the towels, now body-warm from where you sat, using the other as a soft barrier between his wet feet and the cold tile floor. He lets you care for him without a word, chest warming as you dry his body and leave sweet kisses in the towel’s wake as you go. He laughs good naturedly when you try to comb his hair back and have trouble reaching, bending down to make the job easier. His heart swells when he sees you grab your precious jar of aloe from the countertop, swiping your fingers through the gooey substance and working it between your palms. 

“Can you sit on the toilet for me, please?” You ask. He plants a kiss on your head and complies, thankful for the warm towel you wrapped him with saving his damp skin from the cold porcelain. You stand between his spread thighs and begin your work, piecing together a clump of curls and twisting them around your finger, effectively applying the gelled aloe before giving the little ringlet a squeeze and moving onto the next piece. Joel sits calmly, loving the feeling of your fingers in his hair, the way you love him so simply. He wonders, as he often does, how he got so lucky to find such goodness in a world gone so rotten. 

You take your time, dipping back into the jar of aloe you harvested earlier that week as needed, ensuring each ringlet receives the care it so deserves. You love doing this for him. You love this man—this man with his reputation for violence, this man with a karmic debt that may never be fully repaid, this man whose hands were made to create, not destroy, who patiently sits with children as he teaches them to play the guitar, who misses his daughters more than anything in the world. Joel Miller, who protects the least of these with his gun and his knife and his bare hands. The same hands that delicately carve in his workshop, drafting some of the most intricate pieces of woodworking you’d ever seen. 

You finish the last curl at the base of his skull, just behind his ear. You give it a little tug and watch as it springs back into shape, smiling at the sight, before leaning down to leave a kiss there…and there and there as you move down the column of his strong neck. You feel his large palms grip your hips and you move your kisses northward, along his jaw, to his mouth where he meets you, urges your mouth open to lick inside and explore. You pursue a deeper physical knowledge of him in return, giving as good as you’re getting, tongue dancing behind his teeth, cataloging every crevice, every bump and ridge, deciphering the taste of him as if he were a fine wine—notes of apple and coffee and his 5pm pour of whiskey and something uniquely him. 

You feel his hands roaming, making their way to the front of your jeans, pushing the button through its hole and tugging down the zipper before stuffing his hand inside. He gives you a few firm strokes over your underwear, just to feel, to be so close, and you allow him to explore for a moment before you break your kiss to rest your forehead against his. 

You shake your head softly when he attempts to move his hand beneath your cotton barrier and he stills his hand. “Not tonight,” you say quietly, “you first,” and you step back before sinking to your heels in front of him, grabbing the towel from in front of the bathtub and placing it under you before kneeling forward and meeting his eyes. His pupils are blown wide, mouth shiny and flushed with arousal, his chest and neck blushed a beautiful pink. You think he’s never more beautiful than when he’s about to get his cock worshiped by your reverential mouth. 

You reach up and gently unfurl the towel from where it’s tucked at his waist, allowing the soft graze of your fingertips to lightly tickle the skin of his stomach, the muscles beneath contracting in their wake. You unwrap him like the gift he is, allowing the towel to open fully, exposing all of him to the room. You take in the sight of him, hard and drooling at the tip, thick thatch of curls nestled at the base, strong thighs parted to cradle you between them. You turn your head to the side and lay a kiss to the inside of his knee, up his thigh, right to the crease of his sensitive groin, before repeating the motion on the other side. You hear him groan and look up to find his head tipped back, already losing himself to his pleasure. You’ll never get over how easy he is for you, how much he clearly loves the way you love him. You repeat your favorite vow to whatever god is listening, to love him forever if they’ll be so gracious. 

You reach up to grip the heavy weight of him in your palm, curling your fingers around him as much as you can, and give him a few gentle strokes, the velvety soft skin warm in your hand. You feel his pulse combine with your own as you glide your thumb along the veiny underside. A fresh drop of precum oozes from the tip and you’d be remiss to let it go untasted, leaning forward to meet the spongy head with the wet warmth of your tongue and lapping at it, thankful for its musky, salty gift. You’re sure at some point you’ve stepped out of your body because everything goes quiet as you taste and taste and taste him, lathing your tongue over and over the weeping head while your hand continues to stroke, kissing the very tip of him gently before trailing your lips along the length of him, down to the base and tonguing back to the top, mirroring your actions on the other side, lifting him to give attention underneath, not wanting to leave even a millimeter of him unfound by your mouth. 

“God, baby, there you go, so good at this,” Joel’s praises bring your head back above water, but all you want to do is drown. And so you do. You flick your eyes up to meet his before opening your mouth wide and allowing the thick length of him inside, sliding him along your textured tongue, and closing your lips around him tightly. You hold him there for a moment, watching his face as you roll your tongue along the underside of his cock, sucking in a stuttered pattern, allowing the pillowy softness of your inner cheeks to hug him briefly, before pulling off and refilling your lungs. His eyes glisten just as yours do. He cups your face in his palm and you turn to kiss him there. He pushes his fingers into your hair and gently scritches at your scalp. You close your eyes and lean into the gesture before returning to prayer at your altar. 

You take him as deep as your jaw will allow over and over, not caring for how messy things are getting as you continue the push and pull, saliva pooling on your tongue and dripping along his length, down the corners of your mouth, off your swollen lips and onto the towel below. You can hear him moaning with abandon now, knowing he’s loving this as much as you do. You tenderly roll his sac between your fingers and he tugs at your hair, so you continue your ministrations as you suck. 

“Shit, baby, gonna make me cum,” he warns. You pull your mouth off him and continue to stroke him with your hand. 

“Cum in my mouth. Please, want to taste you, want to, want to,” you stutter, mind focused solely on him, making him cum, easing him into blissful release. You open wide and take him back inside, closing your eyes and losing yourself to the feeling. You grab his other hand with your own, holding tight to each other as he helps guide your head exactly where he needs you. You suck and suck and suck until he grants you the prize you’ve eagerly anticipated, and he does it so beautifully. The sounds he releases from his throat resonate against the tiled floors and walls of the room, reverberating into your bones. His lashes fan and grace the tops of his cheeks where his eyes are squeezed tightly shut. His pillowy lips part, the plushness marred by his own teeth marks, bitten in an effort to not give too much of himself away too soon. He tastes so deliciously of man—clean, soapy, salty, musky—as he releases onto your tongue, into the back of your throat, and you make every effort to gracefully swallow everything he gives. 

Once he’s finished, you softly suckle the last of your combined fluids from his length, ingesting them to become one together inside you. You leave a parting kiss to his length in thanks for all he’s given you before you allow Joel to haul you up to meet his mouth. He kisses you fiercely, tasting himself there. You know him almost as well as you know yourself, and you know he’s itching to return the favor, but you slow him, softening the kiss until the temperature returns to a simmer. He holds you there against his bareness, one arm keeping your head against his chest while the other strokes your back and you mirror him, fingers running gently all along his back. You feel more than hear when he speaks as it rumbles from his chest. 

“Thank you, darlin’. Love you, more’n I thought was possible,” he says. You sigh and kiss his chest, wrap your arms around him tighter. 

“Feeling’s mutual, my love. I promise,” you assure him, giving him a final squeeze before stepping back, keeping his hands in yours, not wanting to completely break contact with him just yet. “Come with me, we need to get you dressed.”

You lead him by the hand to your shared bedroom and sit him on the edge of the bed. You turn around and find the dresser where you keep a majority of your combined clothes—yours on the left, his on the right—and pull out a well worn tee and pair of grey sweatpants. You bring the clothes back over to him, setting the pants aside for the moment, and unfolding the t-shirt. 

“Arms up, baby,” you instruct. He complies amusedly, raising his arms above his head while you drape him in soft cotton, paying careful attention to the collar, ensuring it’s stretched wide to not disturb his drying curls. Once the shirt is tugged down to cover his soft belly, you move to his pants, scrunching up one leg and feeding his foot through before repeating the motions with the other side. “Stand, please,” you request. He stands, allowing you to tug the waistband up over the swell of his ass, carefully pulling the material over his front to not accidentally overstimulate his now soft cock. You eye him up and down, nodding in approval of your handiwork. “Beautiful,” you say under your breath, not intending for him to hear, just for yourself. 

Joel doesn’t remember the last time he felt this way—so deeply cared for. For as long as he can remember now, he’s been the provider, the protector. He hasn’t had a moment to slow down since before Sarah was born, 30 some odd years ago now. And it feels…nice. He feels small in some ways, but not diminished, never with you. No, he feels almost young again, experiencing this kind of selfless love that he’s only ever experienced before from a parent, and something clicks for him. He sees you near the hamper, changing out of your day clothes and into your own pajamas and he gets you, understands you on a deeper level than he had just hours before. He lets you finish your routine and make your way back over to him, anticipating you getting into bed, but instead he’s met with your hand reaching out for him. He takes it in his own, he’ll always take it when it’s so graciously offered. 

“C’mon, let’s have a snack, worked up an appetite,” you say jovially. He snickers, thinking to himself that he fed you pretty well not 10 minutes ago, but he’d follow you to the ends of the Earth if it meant you’d keep smiling at him like that. 

You lead him downstairs to the kitchen and sit him in his chair at the breakfast table he made just for you. While you putter around, preparing the two of you a small meal to share, he thinks about how beautiful you look in the morning light, the early sun catching on your hair and in your eyes. And you, you give the sun a run for its money with how you shine, bright and golden, warming everyone you come into contact with. You make it so easy for him to forget where you all are, when you are. Nothing is simpler than time spent with you. And now he knows you even better and he isn’t sure yet how he’ll quite thank you for that. 

In what feels like just a blink, Joel watches as you plate a simple late evening dinner of eggs and toast for the two of you, an old favorite of Sarah’s, nothing sillier to a child than having breakfast food while the moon sits high in the sky. You bring the plates to the table and sit across from him. He hooks his foot around your ankle as soon as you’re settled. 

“Thank you, sweetpea. You didn’t have to do all this,” Joel tells you as he accepts the proffered fork. 

“I know,” you respond, stabbing a bite of your scramble with your own cutlery, “but I wanted to,” you finish simply, popping the eggs into your mouth with a smile. Joel returns your smile and digs in. 

The two of you quickly polish off your plates, leaving nothing but the crumbs from the bread you’d baked a few days prior behind. Joel moves to clear the table and you allow him to, but join him at the sink, grabbing the dish towel from its place draped over the left half, falling into your regular routine—Joel washes, you dry. 

“You know,” he starts, “I think I understand you even better now, after today.”

You turn to look at him with an amusedly confused face. “In what way?”

“You know how sometimes you ask me to be your “daddy” in bed? I love you and I would do almost anything for you, so I’ve never had a problem with it, and I love how it seems to make you feel, but I didn’t fully understand it before,” he pauses, giving you time to respond if you felt you needed to, and turns to see you’ve paused with plate in hand. He fully turns his body to face you now. “I think I get it now. The way you took care of me tonight? It was…almost parental? But it wasn’t at all at the same time. I think,” he tries again, “I think the only other time in my life I’ve experienced that kind of selfless…devotion, I guess…was from a parent. And obviously you’re not my parent, but…fuck, I’m fucking this up, aren’t I?” he asks self-consciously, unable to meet your gaze. 

You bring your fingers to his chin, lifting his eyes to meet yours before you speak. “You’re not fucking anything up. You’re right, that’s why I like it, why sometimes I need it. It’s the way you take care of me. You make me feel so incredibly safe, Joel,” you answer him. 

Joel pulls you into his chest, gently rubbing your back. “It makes me so, so happy to hear that, my sweet starlight. Always want you to feel safe, loved, taken care of here.”

Your hands snake up the back of his shirt, needing to feel him closer, flesh on flesh. “The same goes for me, you know? If you ever need, or want…I want you to feel that way, too. I love taking care of you, too.”

Joel leans down and kisses the top of your head, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of you, wanting to solidify this memory for as long as his mind will allow him to hold it. He considers leaving the dishes in the sink to be tomorrow’s problem, wanting nothing more than to return to bed with you, but he knows he’ll be frustrated when the egg has glued itself to the pan and he has to really scrub to remove it. He reluctantly releases you from his embrace and turns back to the sink, washing the remaining plate before handing it to you to dry, and doing the same with the utensils and the old, salvaged steel pan. 

Once you’re both satisfied with your work, you close down the kitchen in tandem, flicking off the lights and heading back to your room. You move to your respective sides of the bed—Joel going left, you going right—before climbing beneath the old, soft comforter. You’re both wiped from the day’s activities, opting to just turn the lights out rather than do your usual song and dance of reading for five minutes and falling asleep with the book splayed open on your chest, leaving Joel to gently dogear the page and set it on your bedside table before clicking off your lamp in fond exasperation. In the dark, you hear him shuffle, turning towards you. 

“Hey, darlin’?” he asks, getting your attention. 

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you, umm, would you hold me tonight?”

“Of course I will. C’mere, my sweet boy,” you answer. Joel turns over again and shuffles back, allowing you to snake your arm over his torso and bury your face in his shoulders. He holds your arm in place and it feels…right, so nice and comforting and he gets it. 

“Thank you. For everything. Never known a love like this, but you make it so easy. Not sure how I’ll ever be able to repay you.”

“Just stay, Joel,” you answer simply, “stay with me. That’s all I want, all I need.”

And he thinks he can do that. And he sends up his own prayer, his favorite vow, to whatever god is listening, to let him stay with you forever, to let him love you until his dying day, that they owe you that much at least, your simple wish. He’ll do whatever he can to ensure it comes true. And as he drifts into unconsciousness, held safely in your arms, he thinks he never wants to be anywhere else. 

thank you for reading ♡ please reblog or leave a comment if you enjoyed!

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Sentai Body Swap Episodes rank

Okay so I finally done I watched all the body swap episodes. My favorite trope in all media so im an expert so this is the true ranking of them anyone else opinon is WRONG. (Also sorry so bad at words)

King-Ohger Episode 28. Shuffle kings

this THIS RIGHT HERE is a MASTER PIECE OF BODY SWAP EPISODES full team no voice swaps and FULL of chaos. I love everything about it. I love that Gira Jeremy Hymeno and Kaguragi learned a lesson and Yanma and Rita just want to kill eachother. 100/10 episode ART in its purist form.

2. GOGO V Episode 37. The Beauty is a Saima Beast!?

I'm honestly very surprised that I loved this episode as much as I do like I don't even remember it from watching Gogo I remember the season being very serious but honestly forgot how funny it could be. I love that this monster didnt even plan to do body swap and him going on the marriage interveiw and acting all weird but the fact he did that in Tsugumi body and the parents didnt react make me think shes just like that normally. Tsugumi is such a girl boss as well true QUEEN. 10/10 episode

3. Magiranger Episode 39. Inverse Brother and Sister and Episode 40. The Gorgon's Garden

Honestly though this was gonna be my number 1 when I started this episode was one my favorites when I watched Magiranger (despite forgoring its a 2 parter) though RIP to Houka 15 man harem. And Kai sick burning his sister. this some great mid 2000s sentai. though it being a 2 parter kinda un imporant it could been done in one so the episode be counted as 1 and together their a 10/10

4. Gokaiger Episode 27. An Unusual Gokai Change.

This another one I forgor but its a great episode and choosing Doc an Luca for it was perfect. some great sentai body swap shannies in it with doc running around from guys who think want to attack luka and being scared to hurt her body pure boi. 10/10 love Gokai so much

5. Go-Onger Episode 12. Sosuke Banki!?

I just love Go on its one my favorite seasons and this episode some the best of how wacky this season is. even with a voice swap I actually genially love this episode. and the fact the monster couldnt even spend 10 mintunes with the team because their just to insane that they couldnt even tell that Sosuke was switched. only one bad thing its set before miu so for no miu I have to give it - 100 points so its a -90/10

6. Abaranger Episode 27. AbaRed is AbareBlue

Another favorite season and this episode is not a low point honestly love that most of it just Yukito trying to be a dad and failing like dont let this man take care of kids again. like I think the only thing that bring this episode down is the voice swap again. 10/10 episode

7. Lupat Episode 16.Because You're A Friend

Another BANGER. Choosing Touma to be the body swap for this as AMAZING dont think the comedy could been better with anyone else. and the fact the Patoranger saw the monster in Touma body and basically though he some kind of play boy peek comedy. and the way they trick the monster to switch back really good. 10/10

8.Zenkaiger Episode 32. kai! Sakasama Gets Angry! Is That a Monkey?

I want to start with that the sub I watched the name the epiosde was freaky friday or is it monkey monday and like THAT WHAT IT SHOULD BE! this episode pretty alright I like Kaito running around Tojitendo Palace and completely failing at pretending to be stacy loud boy in quite boy body peek comedy. also love we get t see Flint do the Twokaizer dance even if its a body swap. 10/10 Episode

9. Dekaranger Episode 19. Fake Blue

Alright this where my real opinion shine. I LOVE Dekarangr its one my top 10 seasons BUT this episode where it was good... WAS SO BORING compared to what I was watching like I like the epiosde but for what I was making thi slist for its just not that good. 6/10

10. Toqger Episode. 21. The Runaway Bride

Another season I love but this episode so MEH. like honestly this did not have to have the boys body swap it just seemed really unessary and didnt really effect anything. The Gritta stuff was really sweet though I always felt bad for her in the show she deserved better. 5/10

11. Kyoryuger Episode 37. Revenge! The Ghost Deboth Army

Honestly this episode so boring I could barely pay attention like this one 100% did NOT need to be a body swap epiosode like did that even effect anything. 4/10

12. Fiveman Episode 36. Super Twin Strategy

I wont really reveiw this one like I did watch it and its alright but I've never seen Fiveman so I feel like maybe when I do eventually watch it i'll have an actual opinon ?/10

13. Kiramager Episode 19. Partner

I'll start with saying the Juru and Fire stuff this episode ADORABLE I love that... but I CAN NEVER purely enjoy this episode because MACH IN IT IS FUCKING DIGUSTING. like the fact whoever wrote this thogh that was comedy A SHAME makes sense the same guy who wrote episode 11 of Lupat the worse epiosde of ANY sentai I hate this episode it makes me so uncomfortable even thinkig about it. fuck mach. -1000000000000000000000000000/10

an now here at the end I'll talk about my FAVORITE swap episode and episode in general that I just couldnt rank with this since I dont 100% think it counts but I love it so we talking about it.

Shinkenger Episode 27, Switched Lives

I LOVE this episode its so funny and crazy. like taking the switch body trope but with furniture is so good. and the fact Genta turned into sushi and was almost eaten actually turned into an epiosde where he couldnt morph because he was to scared is so funny. and also Ryuunosuke the show punching bag of course gotta turn into little piss baby statue since thats what he is. this episode just great like honestly this one I feel like you can watch without even seeing the rest of shinkenger (Though why would you its the BEST SEASON) and the fact its a Chaiki and Kotaha episode just makes it even better. 10000000000000/10

#super sentai #kingohger #gogo v #magiranger #gokaiger #go onger #abaranger #lupinranger vs patranger #lupat #zenkaiger #dekaranger #toqger #kyoryuger #fiveman #kiramager #shinkenger

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HC part 2! HC part 2!

(Only if you want to!)

HC part 2! HC part 2!

Loving super tall Ominis. I'll always love a good height difference 🥵

Ominis Headcanons Pt. 2

So when I said I thought about a little more, I lied I went a tad mad

I’ll refer to MC as Evelyn throughout this cause she’s my ship with Omi. This is basically my notes page. Things may conflict. Who cares? If anything grabs you please ask about it. You guys inspire me for way too much of my stuff 💚

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Family (Angsty…)

Some waffle about Ominis can’t be alive past 50 because of Tom Riddles family tree? No. He separates from his family after he’s 18. He uses his Aunts notes to prove that she has passed away and because of this he learns she left everything she owned to Ominis. He uses her money (I like to think it’s the majority of the Gaunt fortune because she’s not a blood purist therefore is sensible with her money not spending it on trinkets and Slytherin heirlooms) to legally separate from his family so they scorch him from the records.

I think the developers gave Ominis blonde hair to win Malfoy points but I also think it symbolises his separation from his family. Tom Riddle and Art of the Gaunt Family all have dark hair so our boi Omi is physically different compared to them not just mentally. It also might help him later to disassociate from his family because he doesn’t look like them.

I genuinely can’t remember if this was mentioned in game or not (I stop playing after Beasts Class and pretend that nothing bad happens to any of our bois) but I imagine he’s suffered Crucio quite a few times. If his family are cruel enough to do it once, they’d do it multiple times.

I mention this in my Blindsided fic but I feel like Crucio would leave a scar behind. Avada Kedavra does so why not Crucio huh? Is it because I wanted Eve to tend to his wounds and try to remove the scarring?…maybe. Do I care if it makes any sense at all? No!

Obviously because of this I feel like Ominis is covered in scars. Always hidden so no one can see how horrible a family they are…even though everyone already knows.

Patronus

His Patronus is a difficult one. I was Googling animals that have some of Ominis traits so I’ve narrowed it down to three:

Spider - I read an article ages ago debating whether or not spiders or insects in general feel pain or not. They either don’t or have a high tolerance for pain. So I feel like with how often Ominis gets tortured he’d have grown a tolerance for it like a Spider.

Vampire Bat - …I like Vampire Ominis what can I say? No obviously they use echolocation like his wand and they sleep in the day…need I say more?

A Blind Basilisk - THE UNINTENDED FORESHADOWING. Plus a basilisk is a dangerous snake, blind or not blind, like Ominis. People would maybe underestimate a blind basilisk thinking it would be easier to take down with its main weapon taken from it but I would still not want mess with one. JUST LIKE OMI

Either way I think once he falls in love with Eve his Patronus would change to Dove (I headcanon that Eves Mom used to call her a dove and her wand is a bird skull)

Speaking of Patronus’ he wouldn’t be able to cast one until he met Sebastian.

His first memory he could use to conjure a Patronus would be when Sebastian asks him to stay with him over the holidays. The mixture of guilt, relief, happiness and sadness he feels is powerful enough to cast one.

Second would be looking after Eve after she got Crucio’d in the Scriptorium. Despite the horrible origin of the day he looks back at it fondly. It’s where him and Eve truly started to bond and probably where his feelings for her originated.

General HCs

He snaps his wand a lot. It’s constantly in his hand and Sebastian is a trying person to be around so I imagine he just grips it too hard and snap. Learns to fix it himself after one too many visits to Ollivanders.

Maybe he completely snaps it one day after he separates from his family and has to get a completely new wand. Evelyn points out that it’s a lighter wood than before. I know the wood has nothing to do with anything like that but I like the though that he’s free of his dark past and his wand becomes lighter because of it

His boggart is just an amalgamation or screams and torture he’s pretty used to it. I go in detail here

He definitely grows up to be the next Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher just to rub it in his families face. Plus I think he’s close with Hecat she would put him forward for the position. Maybe he quits before Dumbledores era to travel with Eve finding ancient magic spots.

Thinking about the mirror of Erised is tricky with the boi cause blind BUT I think his deepest desire is just peace so maybe when he ‘looks’ into the mirror he can hear the wind blowing through grass and can smell roses, the distant sound of Eve and Sebastian laughing. I think he gets to live that anyway…he deserves it.

Relationshipy stuff (NSFW 🔞)

I don’t think he wants kids… I just can’t see him with them. I know people like Dadimis but…no. Maybe I’m projecting but kids take so much patience which he clearly does not have.

Contrary to everyone else’s opinion but I think he like public signs of affection he’s just a touchy person. He’s always had something in his hands whether it was a stick when he was younger or his wand he’s ALWAYS touching SOMETHING. It grounds him. So he’s touchy when he knows the person doesn’t mind.

I think he’d shamelessly hold Sebastian’s hand everywhere. I don’t think Seb would care either. If it’s comforting then whatever

(NSFW 🔞) So I’m expanding on the choking thing from last time 👀 I don’t think he’d do it in a dominating way, I think it’s more of a feeling thing? I imagine the first time it happened was an accident. He just slid his hand up her chest and went a bit too far up. He felt the vibrations of her moaning against his hand, yeah he can hear it but feeling it is better. After that it’s almost a certainty that his hand will find its way around her neck. Maybe it becomes a dom thing but not originally.

Masterlist

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts #hogwarts headcanon #hogwarts houses #hogwarts oc #slytherin #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis x oc #ominis x mc #ominis x y/n #ominis x reader #ominis my beloved #ominis x you #ominis headcanon #ominis hc #ominis imagine #head canon #headcanon #hogwarts sebastian #hogwarts ominis #hogwarts mc #hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts game #hogwarts fanfiction #ominis fluff #ominis angst #ominis smut

[ystrike1]

Here Comes the Silver Spoon - By Portofino (8/10)

This is so specifically for me. Our main girl is a calculating bitch. The love interest develops an obsession over time until he finally decides to use magic to bind her to him. There's an obsessive side character as well, and the villainess is calculating too. It's a battle of the bitches for the position worth the most money, and the art isn't bad either.

Adelaide Sergio is filthy rich. Stinkin rich. Her father loves her, and even though he's often away for work she knows her position is secure. Women can inherit territory in this setting, and Adelaide has put in the work. She speaks 5 languages. She wakes up at 5 to do paperwork. Her childhood friend is her fiance, because he's a skilled accountant with a decent face. Everything is falling into place. Her father isn't dying, but he'll be announcing his successor soon. Adelaide has two siblings, but she is far superior to both of them.

Oops. Her fiance, Jerox, is in love with her younger sister. That sucks, but hey she was going to marry him for convenience purposes. If they're in love she doesn't feel the need to stand in the way. Jerox said Adelaide was his only love a short three years ago, but things change. Noelle is her half sister, and she's deeply insecure about her impure blood. This story takes place in a novel called "Don't Trust Blonds". Noelle was the villain, and she's a truly gifted little bitch. Those are Adelaide's words, not mine. Adelaide didn't let Noelle go to the capital city, because that's where she'll die if she dares to covet the Crown Prince. Noelle is a bully who makes her enemies disappear. She's a popular sort of sociopath, but Adelaide never hated her completely, even though she knew everything. She didn't want Noelle to die pursuing the prince, so she encouraged her younger sister to stay home. Now, of course, Noelle wants to take over the household.

Kayden is Adelaide's half brother. He also knows Noelle is a bitch. He is also willing to kill Noelle for Adelaide. He is another half sibling, that got his purpose in life from Adelaide. He is her personal assassin, and he leads a gang of men who do her dirty work. Adelaide is the daughter of the richest Count. Her hands are not clean, but she is the sanest of the three siblings.

Noelle is a smart little bitch. She stole Jerox because heir candidates have to be married before they accept the title. Kayden is unmarried because he doesn't care about anyone but Adelaide, and he doesn't want to get in her way. Noelle desperately wants to get in her way. Adelaide didn't know she had to marry. Noelle has been hiding important letters and information from her. Now she only has two weeks to find a husband. She chooses Killian, a top ranked member of the Holy Knights.

He is the ideal candidate. He's not very interested in women. He's very handsome, polite, and good with a blade. His family is unknown, so he's not a political threat. It's also acceptable for noble women to marry Holy Knights because they're highly respected. In other words Adelaide won't have to deal with annoying noble in laws if she marries him. Her plan is frankly nuts. She asks him. He says no. She knew he'd say that, so she volunteers to work in his temple. So she can get close to him, and seduce him.

I didn't expect the side villainess to be so cruel, but she is. Sister Rebecca is a devoted servant of God. She has watched many noble girls waltz into the temple looking for a trophy husband. She believes Killian is on her side. Everybody begins to adore Adelaide quickly, because she's a beautiful hard worker, but Rebecca thinks it's all fake. She genuinely thinks Adelaide hasn't been doing any work. Her admirers are doing it for her. She knows it! Sister Rebecca tells Killian to watch Adelaide, because everyone knows he rejected her. Hence, he must dislike her. Sister Rebecca is a very toxic purist who seems to love bringing others down. Killian is not actually on her side, but he can't let Adelaide seduce him. He hates it when the others praise and adore her, because he's jealous. He doesn't want to keep his distance, but he has to.

He's the bastard son of the Emperor, and he has a possessive side that he's very aware of. He has never courted a woman because he doesn't want to tempt that side of himself. Also, being the wife of the Emperors bastard is a big problem. He tries to hold back, but he starts to shatter. Adelaide manipulates him into becoming enamored with her, and she accidentally creates a monster. After less than two weeks Killian doesn't care if she breaks the rules. He'll marry her anyway. Even she is shocked. Her plan didn't even finish brewing before he proposed. Adelaide was accused of threatening the farmers who provide food for the temple. It was a false accusation. Adelaide orchestrated the whole thing to earn his pity, but he proposes before the truth comes out. He doesn't care if she's a bitch or not.

Killan doesn't tell her about the secret of his birth. He asks the head of the temple to bind them. Adelaide is nervous but he ropes her into it. It's not just a prayer. It's an actual spell. Their marriage is permanent. Adelaide cannot divorce him. The icy mask he wore begins to fall away, and he becomes more passionate when she is fully his.

(Adelaide finds a dragon baby that will be relevant in the second season.)

When Adelaide returns home with her new man her father confirms that she will succeed him. He wraps his cloak around her, and he approves of the engagement. Noelle has lost but she's still fighting. Sadly, her attempts to discredit Adelaide will not work. Kayden and Killian are both highly devoted to her. Also, Kayden particularly despises Noelle. Also, Noelle is stuck with a weak ass accountant for a fiance. Season two will probably involve Noelle's fall from grace and a big fat Imperial wedding.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Here Comes the Silver Spoon

[lesbianvampyrsfromouterspace]

My attempt at redesigning/rewriting joan of arc from clone high :p

I don’t have any issues w her canon design/personality, but i do feel she definitely got butchered in s2 so i decided to draw out some of my ideas

notes/ideas under cut

The design was much more heavily inspired by what we know of the irl joan of arc. for starters, due to her faith she was extremely uninterested in romance. i think it would bring some excellent comedy/irony if, like in s2, everyone was madly in love with her, but she was unaware that people were madly in love with her to the point of creating clubs around it and uninterested either way.

i got my ideas while reading kathryn harrison's book Joan of Arc, a Life Transfigured. its a rlly good book if u want to know more about joan's life and motivations. in the book she discusses joan's appearance and how even though we have lots of art of joan or arc, we don't know much of anything about her appearance besides the fact that she had black hair

along with that, its also mentioned that she likely had a more masculine figure due to a few different factors, so I tried to incorporate that as well. i tried to keep her outfit a little more conservative bc due to her religious nature i feel as though a clone would also prefer slightly more conservative dress? idk

i did rlly like the idea that joan is goth in clone high, idk why but it just feels right and as a goth i decided to keep it. but she is DEFINITELY a goth purist. like in her mind if you don't EXCLUSIVELY listen to goth music you arent a true goth and cannot be trusted under any circumstances

#clone high #joan of arc #clone high redesign #my art #im probably gonna get bullied for having world worst art style but its ok #joan of arc clone high #its not okay actually i will probably get one constructive criticism and CRY

[old-man-hell]

your soapverse AUposting has unfortunately enthralled me. genuinely can't unsee griffen as lucas' annoying ex now. #freefrankie (again). is there anything else you can share about it??

i have tales to tell you which you will wish you were untold.

i choose to completely ignore whatever Another World has going on as is convenient, so i apologize to any potential soap purists out there. also, sorry, this might end up very griffen lore focused.

besides thinking griffen and jester are brothers (griffen eldest, obviously, with jester as the younger aspiring brother) i also think griffen was the one to escape their small-town American upbringing by putting his physical talents to use as a dancer. but when it's just griffen and lucas, sometimes it slips out... (reference: Another World December 1989 ~ Accidentally On Purpose Pt.3 13:13)

griffen, despite his pretentious nature, has unyielding affection for his younger misfit brother. they both think Italian cuisine is the height of Taste and Refinement. (griffen mistakenly thinks that tagines are Mediterranean in origin)

but this is only the backdrop to the real meat: lucas and griffen's history. griffen insists that they've known each other forever---lucas balks that they've only started formally working together [x amount of years] or so ago. i like to imagine an in-between where both were aware of each other much earlier but introduced through criminal debts. it started as a high-emotional-stakes relationship tied to the success of their various criminal ventures but led to a casual complacency between these events. lucas is WELL aware of the kind of person griffen is.

bad knees: griffen definitely, absolutely, was a world-famous dancer and performed across europe but suffered a borderline career-ending injury to his knees, which forced a quiet retirement and his return to the US. he has not told anyone formally about it, but it explains the final performance. yet.....the injury has nothing to do with dancing and everything to do with an art heist gone wrong that lucas was involved in--- resulting in lucas feeling indebted to griffen. and BOOKING IT back to Bay City, USA.

so, griffen being present in Bay City is a play of the greater crime organization (not the cartel in my AU because lmao art crime is just...out there -touches nose-) but only becomes complicated because of Lucas' dual feelings between wanting to get out and to do right by Griffen.

that becomes all the most difficult as griffen insists on targeting people he thinks are a threat to the deal---but really, he's just jealous of the various pretty faces lucas has hired in the break between them working together. (credit: @demon4dilfs )

griffen is bisexual but he only dates women that remind him of himself. e.g. griffen watching frankie trapped in an on-again-off-again relationship with a dark-haired criminal player who doesn't respect her: i can't believe she's falling for this....

griffen: [on his best behaviour] this is a totally viable relationship. griffen reading (1) diary entry: terrible. but maybe……she understands….. griffen reading the map: She Knows Too Much. She Knows Every City I [REDACTED] Lucas In. we have to eliminate her

"but when you touch me like that...." (re my terrible playlist) griffen loves being throttled by lucas. it's enrichment.

the final dance scene is the result of the knee injury but also a cry for help and attention. (no parties involved realize this part)

AU is torn between frankie rightfully shooting him / lucas shooting him non-fatally. 2023 challenge tmann survive being shot by a potential love interest.

#i'm sure there's more but i can only sin so much on a sunday eve #griffen sanders #griffen posting again

[djservo]

HI CAS you managed to beat me to it and remind me that i will also be away around our typical wrap up time! travelling gals. i've seen some of your goodreads activity too and i think we've managed to keep in line with books read which does make me laugh a lil. how was your buddy read? your august reading? new vibes for autumn? i want to know everything!

omg we're so in sync I love it and I hope your traveling went/is going well!! <3 first buddy read (out of a projected total of 4) went well, as did the rest of my august reads!!

A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

the first of the buddy-read chronicles with my buddy and it was a success! fitting for these seemingly ever-changing phases of independence/womanhood/#HoningThyCraft that we keep morphing into and within. it was a bit of a slow start and made me think of jenny slate talking about books which I sent to me friend like 5 pages in like "omg please tell me it's not all like this" but we pushed through the initial slump and were pretty engaged with the rest of it. I highlighted so many passages to chew on, some favs being -

"the beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder"

"What effect has poverty on fiction? What conditions are necessary for the creation of works of art?"

the iconic -

"a good dinner is of great importance to good talk. One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well."

and even some lil funny bits -

"the chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of man"

miss woolf has jokes!! but yes overall really ended up enjoying and connecting with this more than I expected at the start and it's short/low stakes enough to where I think anyone could give it a shot and end up resonating and/or taking something deep from it

High Blood/Pressure by Michelle T. Clinton

I forget who exactly posted it, but Someone whose taste I wholeheartedly trust had posted a snippet of Good Sense & the Faithless on their insta story which first put Michelle T. Clinton on my radar. devoured this one in an afternoon, I was so hooked and charmed by her prose and the way she sets up a scene!! not necessarily setting wise, but this sense of interaction/conversation that's both natural yet distinct in tone. personable yet frank, which isn't really easy for me to pick up on when I'm first getting into poets - like I feel like I need to read several poems for their voice to really click for me because I'm too focused on connecting more superficial dots of understanding, whereas this one clicked right away. fav poem was MANIFESTING THE RUSH/HOW TO HANG but I really did love each one + I've already tracked down a used copy of Good Sense & the Faithless online that's on its way to me now hehe very excited

Looking For Mr. Goodbar by Judith Rossner

similar to Secretary where the movie's been on my radar and I've been itching to watch but the purist in me wants to read the book first and then I read the book and don't watch the movie LOL 'when you give a mouse a cookie' ass situation!! I think the story's still too fresh on my mind and if I were to watch the adaptation right away, though it would make sense for the sake of comparison, it'd feel too much like homework ykwim like in college I took a class about film adaptions of literary works where we'd get this short window of time to read a book then watch the film in class and discuss/dissect + I guess it kinda spoiled that act of reading then immediately watching, or turned it into something very clinical whereas I wanna be able to watch the adaptation for what it is without being a hypervigilant critic... ANYWHO!!!! I actually had no idea this was based on a true story/crime? so I think most of my qualms, which are narrative-wise, are kinda irrelevant since that's like.. literally what happened! that's the truth! but I guess I felt there wasn't enough explanation as to how the protag's sexual appetite/curiosities developed the way it did (unless you wanna be an armchair psychologist and connect the dots to her childhood upbringing, but I personally don't think even that's enough). I read a good chunk of it at an airport bar and it felt very fitting + I think I should start scouting my reading settings according to the book I'm reading bc it does indeed add to the ambience of the story and DRAMA of it all !!!!

since the start of September I've finished 2 books, unconnected in vibes but still somewhat complementary. I'm reading Quarry by Jane White now which is our second buddy read/the start of our "dark childhood/boyhood" theme that I think will bleed nicely into October, I really struck gold at the used bookshops during my travels but they're all kinda meaty and require some supplementary reading/context (to me) and idk if that's the vibe right now. kinda wanna stay in a fiction bubble a little while longer and there's certainly no end in sight given some of my recent TBR adds on goodreads so!! we shall see!!!

#will catch up with sims stuff soon but the pixels repulse me at the moment so pls hold x #ask #cheesehair #reads

[sofoulandfairaday]

Hi there! First of all, I wanted to say how much I appreciate your tumblr and the contents you post. Also, I wanted to know what are your thoughts about what Bellatrix's family response would have been to her relationship with the Dark Lord, assuming they already had a sexual relationship during the First War, assuming her family would in fact acknowledge it: do you believe it is possible that they sensed it (expecially Druella and Cygnus)? Were they judgmental or proud? What about Andromeda and Narcissa?

Oh my God, thank you so much! You have no idea how happy hearing that makes me :D

I do think that Bella and Vold were already sleeping together during the First War, and I like to think that the Blacks did their best to ignore it, but they disapproved in the same way most traditional British families would disapprove of their eldest daughter betraying her husband.

Andromeda would hate it. She would be incredibly upset and also blame Lord Voldemort for corrupting Bella (and we know that's only partially true) and taking her sister away from her. It's my headcanon that if there ever was a confrontation between Bella and Andromeda before/after she ran away, they both accused the other of betraying them. Bella was a blood purist, but He didn't have to turn her into a mistress of the Dark Arts (which Bella would have probably been interested in anyway), in Andromeda's mind. All of this actually goes to show that, despite the love they all held for each other, the Black Sisters didn't understand each other at all.

For the same reasons, Narcissa would probably hate it too. Well, maybe she wouldn't hate it - I don't think of her having such strong opinions about something that didn't affect her personally - but she would look down upon the relationship because what she valued most in the world was traditional family. I think that Bellatrix's betrayal of Rodolphus (and his possible cheating) would read to her as undignified behaviour for purebloods. The Lestranges aren't conventional and she doesn't approve.

Cygnus and Druella are like Cissy. I headcanon that Bella got involved with LV after her marriage, but if he had been her Dark Arts teacher (and lover) before that then they probably would have feared for her reputation. Also, it can't be nice knowing that your young daughter is getting involved with a man 25 years her senior, poor, and a half-blood. Sure, he was the heir of Slytherin, with bright, revolutionary ideas, but until he actually was emperor of the world or whatever they probably wouldn't have approved. Also, I think they disapproved of Bellatrix's role in the war. Not because she got involved with politics but because, instead of being lowkey about it, she decided to become a domestic terrorist, arsonist, and kidnapper.

Did they sense it/find out? Contrary to popular belief/headcanons, I don't think people knew all that much, even amongst the Inner Circle. I can't see book!Bella acting so undignified in public, fawning over him, openly playing the mistress. Sure, she leans towards him "because mere words could not express her longing for closeness" in DH, but that is post-Azkaban Bellatrix who's seen the man literally die. She's lost him (and everything else) for fourteen years, she's got nothing to lose. In the First War, I think that people knew because she told them (her family mostly, meaning the Malfoy/Black/Lestranges). If it had been common knowledge (e.g. Karkaroff, Mulciber, etc. knew about it, they would have definitely used that information at the trials and Dumbledore/Moody/others would know. And I feel we would know if they knew).

#asks #bellatrix lestrange #andromeda tonks #narcissa malfoy #the black sisters #hp meta #lord voldemort #bellamort #bellatrix x voldemort

[brighids-blunders]

Brighid Zemirah McTavish, Hogwarts Legacy OC

"There's a grain of truth in every fairy tale..." - Andrzej Sapkowski, The Last Wish

~General Information~

Name: Brighid Zemirah McTavish

Gender: Female

Birthday: September 18th

Nationality: Irish

Ethnicities: Irish, German, Palestinian

Species: Human, Halfblood

~Appearance~

Hair: Naturally blue, but she uses a charm to turn it to a reddish brown when in Muggle spaces. It's long with soft curls and she normally keeps it down or in a loose braid.

Eyes: Light brown, almost golden.

Height: 5'4" (163 cm)

Build: Athletic with soft curves.

Skin/Complexion: Pale and rosy with freckles littering her face and shoulders.

Markings: Scar over her left brow and eye from a diffindo spell that came a little too close for comfort.

Fashion: Lots of blue, black, green, and silver, very flowery

~Bio~

Dreamer, Persistent, Stubborn, Emotional, Optimistic

Brighid is a bright and cheerful young woman with a green thumb to rival that of Professor Garlick’s. She is a Slytherin born in Ireland in the late 19th century with a love for herbology. She's constantly looking for new uses of plants in just about anything: potions, battle, floral arrangements, you name it. She frequents the restricted section in hopes of finding any botanical research or experimentation involving the dark arts, such as the effects of the Imperius curse on plant growth or fruit production. Most of her horticultural practice is much more mundane, however, and one can often find her in the castle greenhouses in her free time. 

Outside of gardening, Brighid enjoys getting into general mischief both in and around the castle with her friends. She has a hard time getting along with those who think themselves better than others or those who don’t know how to bend the rules every now and then. She particularly despises blood purists since she herself is a halfblood.

Brighid has two twin brothers, Finn and Ciaran, who are five years older than she is and both work in the Ministry’s Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, specifically in the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee. Her father, Ronan McTavish, is a muggle farmer, while her mother, Heidi Hoffman-McTavish, was an alchemist and incredibly skilled witch. She was unfortunately murdered as a casualty of a robbery when purchasing ingredients in Knockturn Alley when Brighid was five years old. Brighid decided from a young age to try and take up alchemy and potion making herself to follow in her mother's footsteps, but found herself much more intrigued by the sourcing of the ingredients themselves, and as such, her love for herbology was born.

~Magical Inclinations~

Wand: Spiral - Green-Grey.

Wood: Chestnut.

Core: Dragon Heartstring.

Length: 11 3/4 in.

Flexibility: Quite Flexible.

Handle: Botanical - Bronze Leaf.

House: Slytherin

Favorite Subject: Herbology

Patronus: Black Swan

Animagus: Ulysses Butterfly (acquired in the summer before 6th year)

Amortentia Scent: Wood smoke, jasmine blossoms, and the smell that accompanies the soil of freshly watered plants (similar to petrichor)

If you've made it this far, thanks so much for reading and I hope you like her!!

I'm always open for asks if you'd like to know anything more about her (and it gives me a chance to flesh out the little details which is always fun!) and her adventures.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy oc #hogwarts legacy mc #hphl oc #oc: brighid mctavish

[kazuza-art]

I started telling people I follow why I appreciate them - just because I can, no strings attached, and you are next :)

I came upon you from the art you made for Metallomagnetic's work, who I greatly admire, and the style for those was reduced, on point, absolutely perfect, I loved it. You don't need much to make a character recognizable, beautiful, give them personality. I love, love, love everything about it.

I also love that you don't shy away from darker topics, which is a thing important to mention in a time where "purists" ruin the fandom experience for other people, just because they are unable to curate their own experience. One day I would be honoured to inspire you, but until then you inspire me.

Thank you for being around.

Thank you so very much. You have no idea how much it means to have my art liked and appreciated. I'm a big fan of Metalo indeed (it's quite obvious at this point XD) and she's a bit of a Muse for me, so that people appreciate the art I make for her amazing fic is extra special for me!

For the darker topics matter, well I'm an old-school fanfiction reader/writer. I posted my first fic on ffnet in 2004. I feel a bit like an old geezer talking like this, but back then, things were quite different. There was drama of course, but way less censure and internet police like today. People were more creative and I miss the more mature and exciting fics that were produced back then. Alas, it's how it is.

Thank you so so much again for taking the time to write this lovely message. I warmed my heart and made my day <3

#ask

[thekatebridgerton]

You know, I don’t consider myself a book purist and don’t care if they deviate too much from the books. So my problem with Theloise is not that Theo doesn’t exist in the books and I prefer Eloise with Phillip. My problem with Theloise is that their relationship was underdeveloped and boring. People are entitled to ship whatever they want, but I honestly don’t get what moves someone to be so invested in a relationship where we barely see the characters interacting and suddenly they fancy each oth

Warning: I know some of you like Theo, If you're a Theloise shipper please skip this post. I'm about to dish some slander. And you Theloise shippers don't need to read it.

If you're NOT a Theloise shipper go ahead press the keep reading button

You know why that ship doesn't make sense?

it's because Theo Sharpe as a character is incomplete! He's one dimensional as only a extra character can be. He was created just so Eloise could have someone to play with!

We don't know anything about Theo's life. there is nothing outside of what he offers to fulfill Eloise's personality and needs, we have nothing that point towards Theo being an individual of his own.

Theo was modelled after the quintessential one dimensional Wattpad hero. The Hallmark movie love interest. And I hate to burst that particular bubble but allow me to deconstruct the trope:

this one dimensional man's likes and dislikes are tailored so that his female lead can shine! The very purpose of his fictional existence is to be what Eloise needs and Eloise plotline requires. He doesn't have anything going on for him OUTSIDE of fullfilling Eloise sense of purpose.

a lot of people are attracted to that kind of hero and trust me I understand, there's nothing more attractive than a man who doesn't seem to have a life outside of what is needed to make his love interest happy. But to me that gets boring really fast

If she likes books then he likes books, if she's a feminist, then he's a feminist, if she disdains society then OMG he disdains society too. He doesn't have a family, his past is not important, his dreams for the future are whatever she dreams about but in masculine font. How terribly romantic. They're so perfect for each other. Except he's a commoner and can't be together. How convenient that Eloise is not like other girls and would be willing to risk her entire family's reputation for love.

How.... Con-ve-ni-ent.

Theloise is terribly perfect as a ship isn't it? He's just.. everything she's been subconsciously looking for in the men of the ton but she found it, in him 😍😍😍.

If I were Eloise, sister of a Viscount brave enough to run around the red light district with her private chaffeur in the Lamborghini. I would definitely be more suspicious of this Theo guy.

but then again I'm a person with a more selective taste and the minimum that I require from my male love interests is for them to actually have a modicum of a life outside of what their beloved wants and needs. I mean I still like them being fixated on their lovers 90% of the time. But he's gotta have a 10% that tells me he does things on his own when she's out with her friends working on making the world a better place

In the books Anthony has his duty to his family and his work as a Viscount, Simon and Garrett have their avoiding responsabilty adventures and their individual interests as well, Benedict has his art and his identity crisis over being just Bridgerton number two. Colin has his traveling, Philip has his plants, his estate and his children.

(Side note: in s1 Phillip was introduced for 5 seconds and the show immediately tells us he just lost his brother, currently has no remaining family and just inherited a title he never expected. In s2 were told he likes bothany and has apparently travelled to Greece to see the fauna. We got this details about the life Phillip has. All that with less screentime in s1 &2 combined. than Theo got as Eloise love interest in s2)

I'm not trying to be too hard on Theo and Eloise I just don't see the point of making it a love story when we could have just watched Will and Alice Mondritch set up their gentleman club and make money.

And that's the tea.

#anti theloise #bridgerton #what the fuck netflix #anti theo sharpe #eloise bridgerton

[amissavis]

“If the path to hell is paved with good intentions, as they say what do we do if we’re already there? What then? I suppose we could always watch it all go up in flames.”

◇ Threads ◇─◇ About ◇─◇ Connections ◇ ◇ Headcanon ◇─◇ Mirror ◇─◇ Musings ◇

✦ Trigger warning: Tw death, tw violence

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Emmeline Vance

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Emmy, Emms, Snake (those that dislike her)

AGE: Twenty One

BIRTH DATE: September 23rd, 1957

BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood

AFFILIATION: Order of the Phoenix (torn/struggling)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Female. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Hogwarts, Slytherin Dormitory

OTHER: Vance Manor, Flat in Knockturn Alley

OCCUPATION: Student at Hogwarts

PETS: Barnaby (male, great horned owl)

WAND: Ebony, phoenix feather core, 12 1/2 inches, unyielding

PATRONUS: Chestnut Stallion

BOGGART: Losing her loved ones

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Ismelda (muggleborn) and Alusius Vance (pureblood).

SIBLINGS: None.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Slytherin

YEAR: Tenth

MAJOR: Potions (considers swapping to Herbology)

EXTRA CLASSES: Defense against the Dark Arts, Charms, Care for Magical Creatures formerly, Arithmancy

EXTRACURRICULAR: Chaser for the Slytherin Quidditch team, Charms club, Ancient Runes, Potions Club, Dueling club, Arithmancy

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Italian

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Dark Brown

HAIR COLOR: Black

HEIGHT: 5′5

SCARS: Thin lines spreading like roots from the palm of her right hand up in the inside of her wrist due to dark magic firing back

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: Wandless magic (minor, practicing), Flying (decent), Dueling (practicing, decent)

POSITIVE TRAITS: creative, resourceful, determined, caring, proud, observant

NEGATIVE TRAITS: desperate, impulsive, impatient, reckless, deceptive at times

MBTI: INTJ

Before Hogwarts

✦ Born September 23rd, 1957 on a stormy fall night ✦ Father was a pureblood with five generations of purity when he married her mother, thinking he could simply move on as though nothing happened and his choice didn't affect anything ✦ Emmeline grew up raised like the other purebloods but early on noticed she was treated differently at times. Despite that she holds the same education as the other purebloods ✦ Due to the events of her childhood in which her mother was seen as the issue, Emmeline developed a hatred for her mother and begun to see her as the issue and reason why things were bad ✦ Absolutely adored her father and lived to make him proud while being her own person ✦ Mother was Hufflepuff while her father came from a line of Slytherins ✦ She spent years playing in the gardens of the manor, always finding something new to explore. Whenever she wasn't out in the gardens, she could be found in the library, trying to learn all she could about magic

During Hogwarts

✦ When the letter to Hogwarts arrived she was absolutely thrilled and ready to go ✦ Was sorted into Slytherin without the hat giving much a second glance toward any of the other houses ✦ Got along splendidly with her house mates, fitting in with the usual crowd and while she wasn't a bully due to being quieter at times, certainly hung around the standard group ✦ Lost her mother during her second year as a potential victim of early purist actions but was to disconnected from the person that gave her life to care much about it. It simply became something slumbering under the surface as she moved on with life. Seeing her mother pass on allowed her to see thestrals. ✦ Joined the Slytherin Quidditch team in her third year, playing as a chaser for the team ever since ✦ Made sure the fact that she's a half-blood wasn't known to everyone. Eventually keeping it quiet simply became not talking about it which leaves her amused every time someone mistakes her for a pureblood ✦ Excelled at Potions, Herbology and Defense against the Dark Arts while absolutely hating Divination ✦ During her eight year she lost her father with rumors claiming that it was Death Eaters during the early day. It was too early to know anything for certain and so it was passed off as a tragic accident. It changed how Emmeline viewed the world around her. ✦ Afterward, she started siding with the Order. At first out of anger and a need to take down whoever took her family away but gradually she learned that the world wasn't entirely black and white as she originally thought. She is still a snake, despite it all ✦ Every now and then days come during which she struggles with the choice as she sees those she considered friends still as her friends and family. At times it makes her choice quite odd and view rather twisted ✦ When the time to pick a major came, Emmeline opted for Potions. Always having had an affinity the art of brewing all kinds of concoctions, it seemed like the obvious choise ✦ More recently she's played with the idea of swapping majors to Herbology or doubling down on both, though as she finds it may be the more useful since both align with her interests and work together hand in hand.

Future Plans

Emmeline is currently considering a career with the ministry. While she certainly has a love for herbology and a tendency to delve into the dark arts and other areas she should not be in, curse breaking for the ministry in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement seems the most suited to her liking as it brings her closer to the Dark Arts while allowing her to work with the aurors.

Headcanons (more here)

✦ Emmeline chose the Order after what happened to her father but every now and then struggles with her choice as she feels torn between the world she called her home and the world she's now facing ✦ Her favorite flowers are lavender and tulips, making purple and yellow her favorite colors ✦ Emmeline always has a scent of lavender about her. Not a day goes by when one could go by without picking up the soft touch of the floral scent in the air ✦ Owns a Great Horned Owl called Barnaby that she's had ever since she started her time at Hogwarts. It was an early birthday present from her father ✦ Emmeline hasn't been back to her father's manor ever since she lost him in her seventh year ✦ When Emmeline connects with someone, be it friendship, kinship or love, she becomes someone entirely loyal to them with a fierce need to protect while allowing them their own space. When feelings arise therefore, it is not uncommon for the witch to simply not speak of it at all ✦ For a while after her father's death, Emmeline kept looking into various people around her to see if she could find a connection with those allying with the other side. By now that knowledge is used in part to protect them

#when the wild wind blew she began to fly;; emmeline #the scent of old books mixed with the softest stain of ink;; about #nox;intros

[faroreswinds]

I wanted to write a proper response to the Japanese anon who spent a lot of time consolidating some points from a Japanese reviewer into English. It was clearly a lot of hard work and I wanted to spend the time expanding on those thoughts properly.

The reviewer has maintained a blog to criticize the mistakes and issues in the fodolan series since launch but did so out of love. The reviewer’s stance is that Musou storyline totally butchers the spirit and integrity of Houses. Self-described as a lore purist who at least enjoyed being able to ”fill in the blanks” for everything left unsaid in Houses. Musou introduces a lot of information that is contradictory to established canon such as House Bergliez with its crest of cichol, Kronya’s attitude being the first sign of something wrong instead of that being Monica’s true personality. Monica herself is controversial, she’s seen as good yuri fanservice and a loyal vassal but others dislike how she is now part of ”the Emperor’s loyal court” (Hubert, Dorothea, now Monica follow Edelgard to praise her constantly).

Musou introduces a lot of information that is contradictory to established canon such as House Bergliez with its crest of cichol

Agreed, this is clearly a retcon or a mistake.

Kronya’s attitude being the first sign of something wrong instead of that being Monica’s true personality

Also agreed, if you compare the two there is really very little difference. It’s a bit odd to be sure.

Monica herself is controversial, she’s seen as good yuri fanservice and a loyal vassal but others dislike how she is now part of ”the Emperor’s loyal court” (Hubert, Dorothea, now Monica follow Edelgard to praise her constantly).

Yeah, Monica kinda sucks. She’s really annoying and not much fun. It’s just constant “Edelgard is so wonderful!”

Arval as the antithesis to Sothis went nowhere, was ultimately not considered of much interest by the fans.

Yup. Arval being Sothis’ antithesis is basically worthless here. There is no grand ending where they face off. Arval just turns out to be some ancient AI for a Slither office worker who was big mad at being defeated. So silly. Wasted effort.

Sothis having her memories but no interactions with her children and Rhea angered many people. The reviewer notes they also made her sound crueler and haughtier in English

Sothis having no meaningful interaction with the Nabateans was stupid, but I have a guess to why. It’s to not villainize Edelgard, because if the truth is known, it would be clear that she was totally in the wrong. 

Now...

I’m going to talk about it here, although the reviewer will make multiple comments about the English community in general. 

But....

The reviewer has an unhealthy fixation on the English fandom. A lot of blame on English speakers is placed in this review, some of which I agree with and some of which I find to be quite ridiculous. Here are all the comments the reviewer makes on the English-speaking fandom:

The reviewer notes they also made her (Sothis) sound crueler and haughtier in English 

More suspicions, now towards Westerners. The reviewer notes the large size of the English speaking fandom…as well as the strange changes made for the international releases of previous FE titles (censored cg art and dialogue in Awakening, censored dialogue in Fates plus the LGBT controversy). There are concerns that the development team took to heart too many complaints over previous games’ characters, writing, settings, scenarios.

Reviewer casts aspersions over English fandom as vulgar yet strangely puritanical, constantly given to fighting, not tagging properly, the frequent interactions between fans and seiyuu so casually on social media, and generally being an unpleasant space to be in

Reviewer embedded several tweets from a few prominent English speaker FE fans showing…bad behavior basically.

The reviewer then compared them to other events like an asian fanartist who drew a Disney’s Encanto fanart being run off twitter because of perceived issues in skin coloration. They also pointed to reddit and 4chan as further evidence of bad behavior and made an explicit comparison to calling it “otaku behavior” and hoping they’re wrong about their feedback suspicions

The reviewer is pessimistic however as they explain about complaints that Fates got a Golden Route while Houses did not, and that it seems prominent in foreign fandom as a desire

“We as players understood that taking the hand of Emperor, clad in red, and wearing horns, whose own tragedy was working with the shadows while lying to Byleth (Jpn writes them together as Beretoresu since they actually share a name overseas), and as shown in the Safflower route’s ending illustration as the dark route, was meant mostly as a pleasant delusion (the term used for headcanon) and a particular fanservice. There seems to be no such distinction for foreigners.”

Rhea is considered a lord in that she represents another faction, the Church. Rhea is quite popular in Japan and her treatment in the game is seen as insulting. Her motherly concern for Cyril’s safety is touching, but does not negate the strangeness of sacrificing herself for Edelgard against Thales, or (worse) Claude killing her. The reviewer brings up the apparent fact of the English voice director’s dislike of Rhea and his instructions for her English seiyuu to sound more harsh, violent, not as serene or dignified as in Japanese (circling back to concerns over Western involvement)

The reviewer cites more suspicions and points to how Byleth is popular in Japan, but their research across English social media shows a lot of hatred for Byleth. ”Perhaps an English speaking fan wrote this game.”

That is a lot of blame on foreign fans when I don’t think it’s fully fair. Yes, the English fandom is crazy, and cruel, and inappropriate. They are generally unpleasant places to be in. I agree with that part. Especially running twitter artists off the platform due to skin tone issues. 

However, some of these aren’t even the fandom’s fault, such as the censoring of CGs - that is the fault of the NoA’s censorship at the time (and many fans complained about that censoring). 

Some of these, like calling Sothis more cruel in English, doesn’t actually affect the Japanese enjoyment of the game, and I’m not sure why the reviewer even brought it up.

And let’s be honest, they did not write Byleth out of the game just because the English fanbase disliked them. I find that very hard to believe. It sounds like the reviewer just wants to blame someone for their favorite franchise being ruined. 

I get the sentiment because I feel like Zelda has been more and more ruined, but at the end of the day, it’s the fault of the devs, not the fanbase. 

Even the blame that Edelgard’s route as a bad end sailing over the heads off the English fanbase seems silly when I have seen Japanese fan think that it’s a good end, just as much as English speakers do. 

It is no surprise to me that Japanese fans blame Westerners for problems, and some of it may be justified, but this is... a lot.

Shez is a fun and likeable character, though fans ultimately care more about the established cast.

Well, I agree, mostly. Shez is.... alright. At least likeable. But the established cast is where it is at.

Eyebrows were raised over why pertinent lore the game wants players to consider canon is now suddenly in a Musou spin off instead of the main game. Suspicions were raised over Kusakihara and Iwata as the main scenario planners (this is the term general used for those in charge of the story scripts): is this the story they originally meant to tell, but couldn’t because of the rush to finish the deadline [in 2019]?

Further suspicions over the Nintendo Life/Famitsu interviews confirming the canonicity of both, which is unheard of for any Musou spinoff. Musou is meant first and foremost as a purely fanservice vehicle, and it’s how people buy those games at all

Agreed. A lot of this lore should not have come from a musou. It’s silly. And for it to be considered CANON?! 

Was it because of the rush though? I don’t think so. There is still a LOT of important lore missing here. A LOT. I think it’s more than just because it was a rush. It’s also just that... the devs want that stuff to be a secret. 

The review is then divided into critiquing each lord in Musou:

Edelgard’s tragic side is stripped to make her into a full-blooded Red Emperor character. This comes across as unpleasant since the reviewer feels like the scenario team is trying to trick the players with fanservice (her outfit is very youthful and cute) when it does not mesh well with her blatant agenda of conquest. In Houses at least players understood her goals as contradicting her image when she was dressed more like an adult, and had Amyr, with its menacing looks and movements. There is a great deal of confusion over why she wants to keep Rhea alive this time, yet still greatly hates the church. Her ending was nonsensical and unsatisfying and there was no reason for the Hegemon form to make an appearance

I don’t know, she seems... pretty nice here, compared to her Houses counterpart. I actually find her less of a full-blooded Red Emperor with how much the game tries to give her a moral high ground. Nearly everyone agrees with her to SOME capacity, which cannot be said for in Houses. 

And they always tried to make her cute. Just look at her cipher cards. Butt shots, looking pure and youthful, PJs and surrounded by flowers. Even in FEH they had her stand among all the lords, as if she is equally a heroic lord as they are.

We know she’s meant to be the Red Emperor but there has always been a dissonance, even in Houses. 

I do agree, though, with the confusion about WHY she wants to keep Rhea alive so badly. It... doesn’t make any sense. 

Claude. Goodness. The reviewer is incensed. Claude’s curiosity, wanting more knowledge, to learn the truth behind things, they’re gone here. His attitude towards the Kingdom comes across as condescending. He is called a hypocrite more than once. Though showing him having doubts, and expressing fears over his vulnerabilities is good, that’s negated when his actions only invite more disaster, and his worries look more like self-pity when he’s unhappy one moment, and then coldly executing another assault against the Kingdom the next. The Sreng invasion is particularly used to lambast him. There is no reason why his mistrust suddenly allows him to swallow Edelgard lying to his face or why he is suddenly so against the Church

Shahid is wasted when Claude is then shoved back into Fodla’s war. The reviewer snidely recommended watching The Lion King for better family conflicts over a throne.

Nothing to add here, I completely agree.

Dimitri, written surprisingly well. His arc is of a noble young king coming into his own, his friends are just as brave and amazing next to him. Unfortunately his route starts to falter in the middle, since it does not know how to strike a balance between suddenly knowing about Those Whoe Slither in the Dark and the Empire invading when both are now separately working. The powerful pathos of fighting against the girl who was once his family (and betrayed him) is gone, so it just seems like Marth fighting Hardin again. His redemption in Houses was one of the most popular things about him, and that is also gone too in Hopes…so taking both previous things into account makes Edelgard as part of his final fight seem very forced. “This is a king who is resigned to being a king, who will sadly be glad to kill his phantom, and say that his happiest moment will be on his deathbead, instead of living for his people.” Him not reaching a hand out to a helpless Edelgard is seen as cold.

I can see why these would be issues, yeah. But mostly, better received than the other two lords, at least. Nothing to add at this time, really.

Here is Byleth’s section. It is the bleakest part of the review so far and honestly made me feel really bad:

”The box art shows Byleth quite prominently, which is laughable considering her (reviewer played as Beresu for two routes and Bereto in one) almost non-existence in the story itself. The so-called rivalry pushed in [commercials and promotional work] was nothing more than an audacious lie designed to part us from nearly ¥6000 (reviewer purchased the LE box).”

The reviewer goes on to note Byleth’s high popularity and how it contradicts the magazine interviews acknowledging this. ”Is this how a [fan-favorite] is treated in other spinoffs? I can’t imagine this happening to characters like [Persona Five’s] Joker without angering fans.”

Byleth is seen as uniquely a target of particular scorn from Iwata considering their position in the game: recruiting them can be difficult and easily missed, and so means seeing Jeralt die painfully again, and absurd yet heart-wrenching retaliatory deaths of other characters. Rodrigue’s death is seen as particularly punishing, especially with dialogue from Felix and Dimitri then calling Byleth a monster and their enemy. Their death is anticlimatic yet also painful, and this level of death also unheard of for what is supposed to be a fanservice genre of games, nevermind for the former main character! In supports Jeralt laughs at the idea of Byleth becoming a teacher and calls them unqualified and Leonie still hates them.

Even when recruited, they play no further level of involvement in the story, nor do they show up in the fight against Arval that their recruitment unlocks, nor does that change the unsatisfactory route endings in any way.

”For fans of a teacher who grew close with their students, and formed bonds of cherished warmth with them in Houses, comes across as a slap in the face to see them being strangers [among the rest of the cast]”

This also carries on to other routes. If recruited for Edelgard the emperor says she feels drawn to them but nothing comes of it, but if not recruited then it means Claude recruits them and says he wants them to work together even after the war ends, but this results in both dying in Ailel. If recruited for Claude he also says he feels drawn to them but nothing else comes from it.

I know the review blames a lot of English speakers for this because the English fanbase doesn’t really like Byleth but...

Well, Iwata also involved here. The moment they decided to not make this invalidate Houses is when everything went downhill. To explain would take an essay, however. 

But I can see how this is very angering to Byleth fans.

The dimitri one is particularly bad. I would like to stress that Dimileth is the most popular ship of Houses and in a popularity poll, Dimiresu scored first place, Dimireto second, with both varieties far outstripping any other ship (no Edelgard ship showed up in the top ten). Dimileth fans are particularly heartbroken

Considering the previous point: it seems like Koei/Iwata want to punish the players for liking Houses and Byleth, and to declare Musou, the new canon. In Musou, though the war continues, no one really dies (except maybe Claude and Rhea and Byleth and one of the other three that Byleth can kill). Nothing really terrible happens like Jeralt dying, the monastery being invaded, Rodrigue dying, Those Who Slither In the Dark are defeated. In contrast, many tragic things happen in Houses permanently for each route.

Considering the previous two points, this is especially heartbreaking for fans of Azure Moon: playing Azure Gleam means Byleth never becomes a teacher, and Dimitri keeps his eye, the whole truth of the Tragedy of Dusca is uncovered, Those Who Slither in the Dark are defeated, Dedue is never separated from Dimitri, Rodrigue and Jeralt stay alive, and so does Claude, Edelgard, and Rhea

Many Dimileth fans say their enjoyment of the ship and Houses is destroyed because they can no longer consciously think of submitting Dimitri, Dedue, Faerghus and the rest of the continent (!) to the sad events of Azure Moon when Azure Gleam clearly shows better fates for them all

Wait, Dimireto is popular? Even though they can’t actually get together in canon? Interesting.

Still....

I can.... sort of see how this might ruin AM. It does seem like the happier route for the BL team overall. There are less deaths of characters like Jeralt and Rodrigue, Dimitri still has his eye, Felix isn’t a bastard, etc. It really does seem like the BL are just... better off.

But are they really? 

Dimitri never learns to live for himself. He still has those same demons, no? Is that truly better, or worse? 

I don’t know if I would go as far as to say Houses is destroyed... But I can understand the sentiment. 

It’s like the writing team got really fucking confused when writing a game that was meant to NOT invalidate Houses.

A large-scale figure of Byleth is planned for release in July and is quite expensive. The reviewer calls it a poor yet expensive consolation for what is seen as the development team spitting in the fans’ eye

Well, let’s see what the future has to bring. There is still the possibility of DLC

The reviewer concluded their blog post by saying that their enjoyment in Houses is shattered. They don’t know who to blame, either Koei or Intelligent Systems, but they know they are working on the next mainline title together, so it likely means they will stop playing Fire Emblem (they apparently started since the first games) if it means not giving KT-Intsys their money

It’s not shattered for me BUT I do understand. Skyward Sword almost single handedly destroyed my love for Zelda. 

I would say, they deserve one more chance. But I know where this reviewer is coming from emotionally. 

#Three Hopes #Anon asks #long post

[pherre]

Regina spektor anon again (hi!!!) Getting through mash at an unbelievable pace cus ive been putting it on while i ink a 20-something page comic. Im at the end of s7. Margaret being part of hawkeye and bjs little crew is amazing. Her lightening up a bit and also getting more, like, consciously written as sad and hardened by her experiences is soo good. Also i think by s7 theyve finally (correctly) landed on the idea that she does not need to be paired off with hawk or charles or any main cast male in order to justify her presence. Thank god for that cus her Platonic Chemistry with ppl, esp hawkeye, is off the charts. Shes my favorite character i think (her and hawkeye anyhow)- shes just so compelling. Shes also getting a little more masculine sometimes. You see her in fatigues and shit like that which yknow👀. Sapphic hotlips agenda (i know what was up when that old childhood friend came to visit). Btw I love Charles. Hes awful and elitist and a chauvinist but hes definitely a far better foil than frank cus he's capable of holding his own against bj and hawk and he's not a warguy rlly. (I say this with great affection for larry linville and for frank as a character, cus he was great too!! Its just that i like charles more) and watching charles warm up very slowly is great. I tend to not be on charles's side but its very satisfying to watch hawkeye get put in his place sometimes and it also makes it a lot more satisfying to see ppl get one over on charles because its actually a challenge. Speaking of which, i loved in love and war and inga Very Much. What stellar episodes. I demand More slamming hawk into the ground about his misconceptions and fuckups (affectionate) especially regarding women. Also the show made me cry again- when hawkeye tells radar off and makes him cry, margaret's little dog monologue, and especially especially when mulcahy punches that wounded man during the xmas ep??? :,>( the shame he felt was so relatable and touching. again thanks for introducing me to this series, its such a joyful experience to get to know this piece of art and experience it. Ooh oh also, i wanted to weigh in on the Where To Start Debate. While im not a purist and i think any way a person comes to a piece of art is valid, imo the best way to do MASH is to start from the start. The sexism and racism was genuinely very disheartening, and the cornier, sitcom-ier writing does make it feel a little less essential than subsequent episodes and seasons but honestly if you're in for the longhaul it ultimately deepens the experience cus so much of subsequent MASH is invested in interrogating its past, generally thru giving margaret more of a voice and by complicating Hawkeye's role as the guy we the audience are meant to agree with and identify with. The satisfaction that comes with deepening Margarets characterization and taking her problems more seriously is partially predicated on, for example, the early shows casually dismissive attitude regarding instances wherein she was sexually assaulted or harrassed or demeaned. I hope they continue doing that. I know that that isnt an experience everyone wants, but it feels rlly cool to watch the show learn empathy and grow from its crueler, fratbro-ish perspective to something more holistically empathetic. Sorry thats soooo many words dont feel obligated to respond if its too much. I just have thoughts. Thanks.

aaaaaaa hi anon!!!!!! i love reading your thoughts dw <3

margaret's character arc is definitely one of the best things in mash. everyone say thank you to loretta swit for fighting for her character

and yes wlw margaret is so real!!! some ppl hc her as a lesbian, i personally prefer to think of her as bisexual bc her relationships with men on the show are too important to her character to consider them comphet. 2 me. all headcanons are beautiful though love is love

i'm so happy you like charles! he's definitely a more fitting antagonist for the kind of show mash became by season 6. the way his character is explored does add a lot more depth to the show (and at some point i feel you'll find yourself rooting for charles too lol. maybe! maybe not) and dont worry there will be more slamming hawkeye into the ground. maybe too much even

and i think you're right about starting mash from the pilot! part of my enjoyment of mash is about seeing how it changes, evolves and confronts its own shortcomings. for some people that might not be the case though, so i generally think if someone's not vibing with season 1's pacing or jokes but still wants to check out the show, s2 is a solid place to start. it has a soft pilot AND it's one of the best seasons of television ever like literally win win

youre always welcome in my inbox!!! i'm v jealous of you experiencing mash for the first time tbh so i'm living vicariously through you lol

#im not against starting with season 4 i just cant imagine missing out on henry and trapper lmao #but if you're here more for the drama/character moments than the comedy than its a perfectly reasonable way to start #the right way to watch mash is with love in your heart #its me talking #vanya watches mash #long post

[miss-mossball]

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thank youso much Zoeee <33333

Full Name: Veronika Veleteen Lapin, but goes by Bunny!

Gender and Sexuality: female + Demibisexual

Pronouns: she/her

Ethnicity/Species: half human, half Bunnyplu

Birthplace and Birthdate: July 27th, from a small town run by ‘Herz Purists’ further into the country, somewhere akin to the American Midwest

Guilty Pleasures: Daydreaming about affection :v sweet things!! Sewing at strange hours of the night, trailing behind her brothers to slip into social situations

Phobias: being Found Out™ or Doing Badly™ , whatever these mean

What They Would Be Famous For: working too hard on people's commissions =<=; idk maybe she makes an art book or childrens book that pops off or something! Bunny would never want to be famous, just known enough to make a humble living. She'd probably get a little traction as Nette's adopted sister

What They Would Get Arrested For: being a runaway from ‘home’, if her mother just decided to fuck things up for her one day

OC You Ship Them With: @duckroulette ‘s Mic, and also Bo, and also Prince Fredrick, and also King Aries…, she has a bit of a crush on Mia too :v

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Mr. Lapin and his associates. Maybe Nette if he accidentally decided to yet Venus o_o;

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: rom coms and chick flicks in general~

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: slasher horror ;<; (subtle horror is great tho)

Talents and/or Powers: she can turn into her bunny blob form, which can crawl up walls and ceilings :v also, she has a slightly different sense of gravity and can jump around or fall from high heights n be softened in landing

Why Someone Might Love Them: she loves very passionately :> her love language is giving gifts, so u might end up with doodles and little sewing projects or baked goods. And idk for the most part shes pretty chill and accepting to most people. Shes the type to tell people she loves them very much and supports them 1000000%

Why Someone Might Hate Them: shes socially awkward and a bit weird :v she doesn’t understand ‘social games’ and can’t take a hint, you have to be rlly direct with her. Also, her memory is shit and social energy runs out really fast

How They Change: she starts as a nonverbal doormat, but I like to think over time, she learns how to talk to people and let them love her :v but also, set boundaries !!! and accepts all parts of herself lovingly

Why You Love Them: idk man I like myself!! I’m coming to accept its okay to like my persona and use her for stories I would used to label as ‘mary sue’ stuff cuz I don’t care anymore. Shes also fun to draw! I love bunny motifs

#bunny lapin #my ocs #persona #oc askeses #' x ' <( #she is just Doing Her Best tm

[someoneoutofthisworld]

Harry potter fic rec 1

turncoat: in defense of andromeda tonks nee black by dirgewithoutmusic

When her little cousin Sirius got disowned too, years later, Andromeda sent him a fruit basket.

hot off the press by slyther_ing

At this point in their quidditch careers, they're known for their on-pitch rivalry.

A collection of articles and interviews - or, Flintwood from an outsider view.

wallflower: in defense of susan bones by dirgewithoutmusic

When she was small, Susie’s aunt Amelia had taken her to work whenever her parents asked her to babysit. She toddled around her office. When Susie was older, she got to sit under her aunt's desk in court and listen to her give out rulings, verdicts, decrees.

There was tradition there, scripts and structure, and Susie had felt herself lean into them, comforted, strengthened. Over the years, she saw so many ways the system could be corrupted. Umbridge used it like a blunt weapon and blood purists had snuck into it for years like burrowing termites, undermining the foundations, making it their own home.

When Susan Bones was twenty-three she would look across her steaming mug and the Ministry breakroom table, and see Hermione aching to burn it all down to ashes. Susan wanted to scour it to its roots, instead, wear it down to its rebar and concrete, and then rebuild from the old, worn foundations on up.

“Your parents died for you,” Susie told Harry Potter once. “My aunt died for this. Now either shut up and get me a fresh cup of coffee or try to drag me out of here before I finish this.”

But that was a war away. That was a childhood away from now.

but good things don't come easy by slyther_ing

Marcus Flint can't stop thinking about Oliver Wood - but he's trying to talk himself out of this one before it gets out of hand.

(In which Marcus attempts the art of denial, and Oliver is just not about that life)

loony: in defense of luna lovegood by dirgewithoutmusic

Sometimes your spells will go bad. She knew that.

Luna mounted the thestral to the Department of Mysteries. She put her name down for Dumbledore's Army. When they called her brave she smiled like she knew things that they didn't.

She knew what she was getting into. She knew what she was doing. She drifted because she'd decided to drift, because she thought the best way to live on this earth was to tread softly. No matter how much she liked wrapping herself in whimsy, this was not a whim. It was a choice.

When Harry was grieving Sirius, she took his hand. "Things have a way of coming back to you," she said, with no blankets to hide under, with no skipping rocks to hold in cold hands, to hurl away when they felt like they were holding her down.

Luna had loss living in the pit of her stomach, yes and always, but she was the only one who got to decide what to do with that. She went out to visit the thestrals with strips of steak in her bag and loved the way their sloping wings looked against the sky.

Blessed Be by flitterflutterfly

Five holiday rituals that changed everything for Harry, and one that just cemented what was already true.

#harry potter #andromeda black #Luna Lovegood #susan bones #oliver wood #flintwood #marcus flint