#(( for some reason it kept not showing up on the dash the first 2 times i tried to post it??????????

[5mind]

im not colourin it but redraw of uhh this

ophelia on da right is outofthiisworld's

[possiblylando]

Are the enchanted blades sentient? [KaguraBachi] (Spoilers upto Ch. 16)

I've been seeing an idea occasionally circulate of the enchanted blades being sentient or becoming sentient some time in the future. It's an interesting concept that is somewhat supported by the story but not exactly in the way you're likely thinking. See I doubt the blades have sentience in a way that gives them a personality but more so in a way that draws them to be used?

It's a bit weird to explain since it's more of a vibe so I'll just illustrate my point and hopefully that'll make it more clear. to do this I'm going to be setting up some obvious background stuff and information that I'll use in the rest of this.

The Enchanted Blades were created by Kunishige specifically as weapons to kill with.

Kunishige was killed 2 years ago and the blades were stolen by a group of still unknown sorcerers.

The Kamunabi knows about the blade's existence but none of the specifics of them despite these blades being A. In the war B. In the wild for 2 years

Right after Chihiro started searching for the blades 2 just happened to crop up.

The wielder of the blade is linked to the blade in some way A. The user can "awaken" new abilities within a blade that it didn't originally have when they're pushed to the brink B. Sojo is able to teleport/dash to his sword using a bolt of lightning despite not having that type of sorcerery or holding the blade. Meaning he was able to use it's power despite not having it on his person.

The enchanted blades are made of "Daten Rock" which is a still unknown quantity. We only know the following; A. When anyone (excluding Kunishige) tries to touch/hold a Daten Rock they EXPLODE B. Daten Rock is used in the creation of Enchanted blades.

The blades have a "true realm" which is mostly unknown but is confirmed to exist. Somehow allowing the user and blade to grow together.

With that established I want to start pointing out all the oddities here.

-First off the Blades were created with a purpose in mind. They are weapons made to kill people. They can only be used as such. They can only reach their full potential through battle. As insane as Sojo is he's been proving right repeatedly in this regard.

-When the blades were locked away (We don't have a precise date on the war iirc but it was atleast 16 years since Chihiro probably wasn't born yet) they were dormant for probably 20+ years before being stolen by the aforementioned sorcerers. This part is rough but there are two possibilties I see with this event relating to the blades being 'sentient' A. The blades wanted to be used and somehow ended up attracting people to 'free' them (Think of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure's Fate 'system' were stand users attract eachother). B. The blades were "woken up" by being stolen and the boxes they were kept in were meant to suppress their influence.

Now this leads to the most interesting part. These blades have remained rather hidden and underground for the past 2 years since they were stolen. Yet 2 of them show up nearly immediately after Chihiro started looking for them. (Yes this can be chocked up to keeping the narrative flowing smoothly but that being the reason would be bad writing so I'm not going with that.) So why was this the case? Heres what I think;

The blades have been intentionally kept on the downlow by the Hishaku so that they'd avoid attracting attention (Likely but if they're 3-4 very powerful sorcerers with all 6 blades logically they shouldn't need to stay quiet)

The blades specific "seek out" wielders who match them so that their full power can be brought out in combat. So they haven't been used until now because they haven't ended up in the hands of suitable wielders. This would also explain why one of the enchanted swords is up for auction (imagine selling a nuke on black market E-Bay it's nothing something you'd usually do)

Now again there's another odd coincidence pertaining to the blades.

Sojo and Chihiro awakened a new power of the blade at nearly the same moment. We don't know how long the gap between the end of Sojo's fight and the current clash is so it could've been anywhere from a few minutes to the whole length of Chihiro being healed by Char and hand her over to Shiba to keep her safe. Hell even the time limits on their blade's ultimate moves coincide.

So heres my thesis statement.

The Enchanted Blades are alive in the same way stand arrows from jojo are alive. They don't have a "mind" but they have instinct and a sword's instinct is to fight. Even if they can't move they find a way to end up in the hands of a wielder who can bring out their full potential. Right when that perfect wielder is at risk of dying or losing the blade they just happen to "awaken" an ability capable of allowing them to continue to wield the blade.

The enchanted blades want to clash with each other.

[saintship]

Ghost and platonic¡ 141 with fem¡reader who's on task force with him and is 1.88 centimeters tall and quite buff (cause she has to deal with men) so she's quite close to him in height and let's say the team goes to a secluded bar together and she wears high heel leather boots to almost the thigh and she's actually at his height in them? And shes making jokes about it cause she finally can look him straight in his baby blues what would his reaction be?

Can the reader be masked 2 if possible? Only her eyes show and her hair is on a bun 24/7?

Also i am rather tan skinned if you would wanna add that(?

Let's say they aren't together and just have a lot of chemistry with each other but remain close companions that make wonderful team(cause military)

Sorry if this is too spesific or a boring request you are free to ignore im just thirsty xd

I hope you enjoy !

Platonic!141 x Reader - Baby Blues

Typically, the common room on base after a 141 mission is quiet with exhaustion, but for whatever reason, Soap and Gaz called the team together demanding a group outing to celebrate. The mission was successful, and you might have egged it on more than you usually would as an excuse to get drunk with your team. Price agreed after some prodding, and now Ghost was left to face one of earth’s mightiest forces; peer pressure from Soap.

“Come on L.T.! Just a few beers!”

“Sure. Alone. At mine.”

“You can beat me in pool!”

“And I can beat a fourth grader at football, what’s the point?”

“Oi, that’s not the same!”

“Completely the same.”

“Alright!” You interrupted their bickering, still reclining with your boots propped up on the coffee table. “Ghost, I know it’s not your scene, but I know a place that I think you’ll like.”

“Negative.”

“It’s not busy-"

“No.”

“They have bourbon-"

“No.”

You sighed. “I’ll pay for your bourbon?”

Ghost was quiet, and you seized the opportunity to clasp your hands together, standing up. “We’re going!”

Price glanced at his watch. “Meet back here in twenty.” He sat in a chair near Ghost, likely offering support as the second-most brooding member of the 141.

You, Soap, and Gaz raced to your barracks like you were in boot camp again, dashing through your door to rifle through your closet. It wasn’t all uniform; everyone was expected to have other clothes for undercover work and occasionally a UN event. You pulled on a deep green slip, and switched out your mask for a darker color to match. Searching for a pair of shoes, our eyes landed on a pair you hadn’t touched in quite some time, a leather ankle boot with straps, silver detailing, and a decent heel.

After re-tying your hair where it rested atop your head, you went to join them again, Soap and Gaz on your tail.

“Oi, when did you get even taller?”

You smiled at Gaz. “Sorry?” You leaned down, pretending to not be able to hear, which he huffed at while Soap laughed.

“Aye, you walked yourself into that one.”

The bar was slowing down, as the team entered. You nudged Ghost gently.

“Told you it wasn’t bad.”

He hummed, still scanning the room as he would anywhere else. You started a tab for you and Ghost before walking over to join him for pool.

“Accept your fate now, yeah?” Ghost pointed at you with his pool stick.

“Not a chance.” You smiled, hitting the first shot. The triangle shot out in all directions, landing you a few points.

“Lucky.” Ghost huffed.

“Excuses.” You retorted.

It was a back and forth for a few minutes before Ghost spoke up again. “You might be a Sergeant, but you play pool like a rookie.”

You walk up to him, amusement glinting in your eyes.

“Could a rookie look you right in those baby blues?”

Ghost blinked; you saw the movement behind his mask of him furrowing his brow. You could hear Soap’s amused laugh, but kept your eyes where they were.

Ghost pointed a gloved finger at you. “You should be honored.”

Your smile grew. “So honored.”

[theperfectrose]

Hey everyone, theperfectrose here or iDreamofRoses on AO3 ☺️ I am fairly new to the fanfic writing world soo I guess that’s the main reason why I’m mainly writing about Fate: The Winx Saga.

I practically write everything there - SFW AND NSFW. Basically, you can find some tiny fluff, a lot of angst, dash of pain, and of course, a full gallon of smut in my fics 😅 I see to always stick to the OCs from the show and I usually love writing in the same universe the show is set it - AU is really rare for me, but that’s not to say I don’t like it.

Fair warning about my writing: I tend to write A LOT. It extensive, descriptive, and can make you want to strangle me until you get to the main part 😅

The things I’m working on right now… It’s just two and both are (you guessed it) from FTWS universe:

- The continuation of “About That Night.” This was originally a one-shot that somehow turned into a series of (probably) 5 parts. It’s the first fic that’s completely out of my comfort zone but that makes me want to write it even more 🤩

- Insufferable. This is my baby 🥹 It’s my first fanfic ever and it has a special place in my heart. I started it as a way to let everything I wanted to see happen in the show out. But as I kept writing, it kept on growing and growing and growing… And because I loovee a story that is completely wrapped, a story that doesn’t leave any loose ends, but at the same time a story that would fit the original universe and could be as close to the original as possible, I wrote the first part before s2. And now when I know my continuation fits even with the new plot, I decided it’s time to carry on and wrap up “the second season” of my fanfic 😂

I can keep on talking like this for days, so if you want to listen to it or just talk about something else with me, I’m just a text away here 🥰 Or if you want to know when one of these 2 things comes out, you can join me on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/iDreamOfRoses/profile

Thank you for reading and thank you @littlewildfeathersworld for the tag, I always enjoy these ☺️ And now comes the fun part: challenging others. I challenge @yeahithinkthefuckno @medusanova @hibiscusia @skloomdumpster (you need to tell me if you’re working on “Anything Bloom”) @asajjvxntress and anyone else that would like to join and meet fellow writers 💖

[deathlonging]

tv series the wilds!!!!!!

THE WILDS. tysm <3 going 2 answer primarily pertaining to the girls and s1 btw

Favorite character: FATIN. huge huge divergence for me she is not the kind of character i usually fall in love with at all especially when toni is right there and perpetually seething w rage. but toni and leah tie for second place bc fatin is a walking contradiction with a superiority complex and uncomfortably complicated relationship with her dad and unfortunately it does mean i can never stop thinking about her. shes also the highlight of s2 for me. incredible for me to latch on to a normalgirl but the second fatin is in the presence of someone she actually loves the dynamic is insaneee and i live for it. also her character arc is so fine tuned and well-done it IS a bait-and-switch there are so many layers to peel back when it comes to fatin. love is real

Funniest character: dot. she Gets it

Best-looking character: sorry i know i said i wasn't bringing up the boys but the last time i watched it it was raf. gretchen obviously. also the actor who plays martha.....hand in marriage pls

3 favorite ships: i don't necessarily ship all of these (only the first) im just an enjoyer and an Understander foremost. anyway leah/fatin obviously first place who is doing it like them. girls who make each other worse who have to swallow teeth to love each other who are island4sea. if you even care. anyway second place dot/fatin third place raf/seth. when you're stranded on an island and you've always had to take comfort in solitude but you hate yourself and the one person you felt a kinship with is gone and there is an attractive boy who acts like you bring out a different side of him than the others do. and he also totally has a girlfriend. im just saying what happens isn't nothing and also coincidentally s2 is a story of seduction. to some extent. i'm not going to get into all my thoughts on leah and raf as audience proxies and the implications and the subversions but. BOY do i have so many.

Least favorite character: JEFF. i would like to kill him with hammers please <3 i love all the girls so if we're only sticking to s1 to a much lesser extent i dislike gretchen's annoying assistant. idk why they kept panning to him i could not care less about what he had to say lol. 90% of the boys mean an equal amount of nothing to me but out of them. kirin. sorry.

Least favorite ship: toni/shelby.blasphemy i know and it is primarily bc of how ppl act like they're the pinnacle of teen love or w/e but look sometimes you have a thing with a girl on an island and then you're flown out. sorry. i like their relationship for what it was and the trajectory we did get to see like i understand it. but i don't care lol

Reason why I watch it: good show. GREAT tv. leah rilke

Why I started watching it: i can't remember unfortunately. probably saw it on my dash one (1) time during the era of watching nothing but shows about teen girls lol i am SO glad i did.

[alexrphub]

~~Cough. Cough. Good lord, I don’t remember it being this dusty around here. Probably what happens when I disappear for, what, 3 years? Returning has always been a reoccurring thought. But that thought has always been shot down by the “aren’t you too stupid for writing now that you’re off your meds” thoughts. I still ponder ideas about my characters, dreaming of actually doing something with them. But sadly, that requires effort and motivation.

But hey, stick around. I might actually do something. Assuming I actually tidy things up on this hell site (I did a quick scroll through of my dash and I don’t remember it being this dead). in the mean time, here are some of those ideas I’ve toyed with instead of actually sleeping.~~

Giving May (FMA OC) a little sister. This thought never went too far. I wanted to give her some kind of physical disability from the Ishvalan war that automail couldn’t fix, like her eardrums ruptured and she lost her hearing, giving May a reason to learn sign language, or shrapnel to the eyes taking her sight, giving May a reason to learn brail. Or making her sister mute. You get the idea. I thought about trying to write an actual fic about it, making May’s reason to learn about medicine and medical applications for alchemy be that she’s trying to “fix” her sister. It turned into more focus on May, than anything. Never did come up with many ideas for her sister.

On the subject of May. I kept playing around with the events of the Promised Day. Never got around to anything good. Mainly just May encountering Bradley, finding out the truth about Ishval, getting pissed (rightfully so), and trying, and failing, to fight him. Bradley wouldn’t grant her the mercy of a quick death, and so he’d cut off her arms (ouch) and leave her to bleed out. But help would arrive in time (I wasn’t gonna kill her off like that) and eventually she’d give in and get automail for her now missing arms, and long missing leg.

Post-Promised Day May would begin learning everything she could about proper medical uses for Alchemy. Learning that alkahestry has actual medical applications, but different fundamentals from alchemy, she’d begin researching some kind of hybrid. One close enough to alkahestry to be used medically, but still close enough to alchemy that it wouldn’t as much of a pain in the ass to learn. And if the State Alchemist program still existed, she’d show off a proof of concept, allowing her to continue her research, and earing the title “Healing Hands Alchemist”

Actually revamping Stacey (Fairy Tail OC). Dear God was there gonna be a LOT of revamps. Her name, her timeline of events, personality. I’ve changed so much she’s basically a new character with a few references to the original sprinkled in. She was going to grow up in an orphanage since she was a baby, only having the first name Samantha. It was going to be called the Alamar Orphanage and be in Hargeon. She was going to befriend a scrap yard owner (I called him “Old Man Jakobs)”, who’d later adopt her (she’d have no idea) so she could leave the orphanage and join a guild, eventually ending up at the front doors of Fairy Tail. (this would be just a few months before the Tenrou Island arc). Needing a full name for the guild application, she’d chose Alamar (someone, either Erza’s or Lucy’s, suggestion) to remember how far she’s come. It being the Fairy Tail guild, she’s be welcomed into the guild with open arms and treated like family. When the Tenrou team vanished, Samantha would stay a faithful member, and eventually (over the next year or two) bring in a few new members before the guild’s popularity finally tanked. I had ideas for celestial wizard with a good amount of silver keys, 2 2nd gen dragon slayers, one with gold dragon slayer magic (He was one of the few with names. It was gonna be Aurther. I wanted something with “au” in it. I wanted his big quirk to be that he ate change), and the other with earth dragon slayer magic (never had much ideas for this one, but this one’s quirk was they were gonna eat mud), and finally a team mate that needed a special bow to focus her magic into different arrows. Eventually calling themselves “the Golden team.” (and yes, them some of them having powers similar to the main characters was intentional, with them eventually being referred to as a poor substitute for Fairy Tail’s best.) Samantha would eventually lose her adopted father, with her finding out from his will, and inheriting his belongings, including his old, small, ship. Allowing the Golden Team to use it when needed. And for them to be present when Tenrou Island eventually returned. When Fairy Tail disbanded, so too would the Golden Team. I never settled on the others, but Samantha would eventually (after 2 or 3 months) find herself joining Mermaid Heel, where she would train with Kagura to improve her skills, eventually becoming an S Class candidate and Mermaid Heel’s latest S Class Wizard. Some time later, she would partake in the Grand Wizard Games as a representative of Mermaid Heel.

Can you tell what characters I’ve poured the most thought into?

[mikeysbride]

Just (Another) Taste of Allen Stone

Last night, I saw Allen Stone for the third time, and I can honestly say he gets better every time I see him. Each time, I think he can’t possibly be any more awesome, yet he manages to do it anyway. It’s a gift, really - to be such a consummate showman and then to share that gift with his fans. No wonder we keep coming back for more.

This time, I saw Allen with my 14yo daughter, just the two of us. The previous time, it was our whole family, and the time before that, I went with a friend. This was my daughter's second time to see him but her first time seeing him with a full band behind him. It’s a whole new level of joy and pride to expose your kids to the thing that makes you tick (live music, in my case) and to have them fully appreciate it too. Allen is an artist I introduced them to, yet she was singing even louder than me at times and dancing along with me like we do in our kitchen…in the car…in the grocery store…basically everywhere.

We got the tickets months ago and were super excited, but for a variety of reasons, I wasn’t sure how the night might go or even if I truly felt like going, but that all went away once we got there and especially the moment Allen walked on stage. Then it was like, “Oh, yeah. This is that thing I love - the thing that keeps me sane. That’s why we did this and on a work and school night, no less.” Allen even spoke to that, as if he were reading my mind - that he wanted to create an experience where none of the burdens or worries we came in with mattered while we were there together. And that is exactly what he did. I had not a care in the world the entire couple of hours he performed. It was all joy, and as tired as I am after getting only 4 hours of sleep before having to get up again this morning, I’m still so happy we went. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

I’ll also say, after all this time Florida, I finally found the perfect spot to stand at House of Blues. That made a huge difference as well. The last time I was there, for Teddy Swims in October, I vowed that I was done with standing room only shows for good…only to fast forward to now and have tickets for Allen and also an upcoming Alec Benjamin show there - both of which are standing room shows. I thought I’d lost my mind. That was one of the things I was apprehensive about going into last night’s show, but it worked out beautifully. Now I just need to make a mad dash to claim that same spot every time I’m there, and all will be well with the world.

As fabulous as the show was, my mind kept going back to this one thought, and that is that fun times and making memories with my kids is everything. When they’re telling their own kids about how I parented them or when I’m no longer here, these are the times I want them to remember. The world is uncertain at times, but I always want them to remember at least these two things are a given: 1) Mommy loves them with everything in her, and 2) Music is their mother’s happy place, and sharing that with them - even on a school night - is a big deal. When the artists that matter most to us make an appearance, showing up for them becomes a priority.

Next up, twenty one pilots in a couple of weeks. The whole family is going to that one, plus one of the girls’ friends. That one is also on a school night but thankfully not standing room! Here’s hoping I can catch up on some sleep between now and then because this mama is tired.

[yunjinified]

Dream 1-The Game (Part 1)

A/N: This is the first dream in my series, all of the dreams in my series are dreams that I have had I have just touched them up a lot more and made them better to read. I hope you enjoy and can give me feedback on how to get better.

Word Count: 562 Part 1 | Part 2

When I woke up from the dream: I was just watching YouTube and then I came across this video. It was where someone was playing a game and they were told to look around but they didn’t and then they just died. Then I came across this livestream, where they were playing the game. They looked around and they saw these like silhouettes of humans that would come closer if you didn’t shoot them with this weird gun thing. And depending on how many you had killed, on the windows a picture just fell down like sand and then dissolved. So the person was not scared at all so they ended the live with like half the pictures and you can see how many pictures you got according to this map. And this was like placed in this three story house which was very large. The first floor was very scary and gray, the second floor was filled with bright plushies, and to get to the third floor you had to use a ladder but the person didn’t go up the ladder. And to start the game you have to sit at a computer that was just in the middle of the room you are in and then it tells you to look around and then you can get up and continue the game. Then I just randomly woke up in the dream and played the game and I was in my parents room for some reason and there was this desk like where the door was and then I started the game. And then I stopped because I was scared. Then I left the room and looked around. I kept on feeling there was something behind me so I went to the living room/ kitchen and I found my brother playing his game but I didn’t see him because I could only see part of the tv and my parents weren’t home. The dream just ended.

I was scrolling through my phone. Rain was pelting the windows, as if someone was attempting to break in. I really like this live streamer; they don't have a name or anything, but the game they always play looks like a lot of fun. Shadows are appearing from the walls, and if you don't catch them in time, who knows what may happen to you? Some claim that you vanish from the actual world. Others claim that the game is a fraud and that the streamer makes it appear extremely difficult while, in fact, it is quite simple. I'm not sure who to believe, but… I can't wait to get my hands on the game when it arrives in the mail.

2 days later

RING I dashed outdoors to see a hooded man holding a brown box. "Thank you!" I said as I stood at the door and handed the man a ten dollar bill. "I can't believe it's here at last!" I sat down on the bed and quickly opened the box as I mused to myself. There wasn't a CD inside as I had anticipated; instead, there was a small piece of paper with some numbers on it. “Huh? Why is there only a small piece of paper?” I had spent 20 dollars on a piece of paper, I flipped it over to see an instruction, ��Place this number in the search bar of the website that you bought the game off of’. I was confused, yet for some reason I still did it. I had bought the game off amazon so I didn’t expect to see anything. “2…9…3…5…8…0…1…” I placed the numbers in the search bar and pressed enter, a black screen came up and I thought that my laptop was broken, until bright white writing came up on the screen, ‘use arrow keys to move, space for action’…“Well this should be fun”…

I started of in a dull living room that had an archway which led to the kitchen, for some reason I was sitting in the middle of the archway and I was sitting on a basic wooden chair and a small wooden table was in front of me, on the table there was a laptop, it stated how many shadows I had caught and what level I was on, it also showed a map to show how many pictures I had gotten. I was on level 0, which was supposedly an introduction round. I caught 0 out of 1 shadows. I got up from the chair and looked around like I was told to, I then proceeded with the game. I had a weird gun-like weapon in my hand. I was supposed to kill the shadow…but how? I looked at one of the windows, it had sand art on it, then it fell forward and onto the ground, I stepped back in shock, the sand disappeared. Congratulations! You have gotten one out of five hundred pictures!’ Five hundred, if I wanted to beat this game I had to find 500 pictures on windows.

In a trail of my thoughts I hadn’t realised that a shadow had started coming up the wall and going on the roof. I tried to shoot it with the gun, but the shadow lurched down off the wall and… “Kids! Dinner is ready!” My mum called for dinner, I should go.

[c-nan]

well that fucking sucked :(

spoilers under the cut

before i say any of this, i do wanna say, please watch it!! i may not make a strong case for it here but if we get enough views there might be another movie that can fix this shit show 🙏 even if you haven’t seen wynonna earp or simply dgaf, pls play it in the background or smthn, i literally cannot stand if wynonna’s story ends like this.

also know i’m not angry anymore and this ranting thing is the bomb dot com

not going too far into depth (edit: this is a lie) bc i might start crying (my mom already did bc this was a dumpster fire) but a few things i cannot get over is:

1. mercedes dying.. there’s an instagram tubi promotional post that had mercedes be one of the highlighted characters and i was so excited bc i wasn’t even expecting her at all (she’s literally my fave in the series), and having that excitement to be dashed in the first 5 minutes was literally the worst and should’ve clued me into how shit this movie was going to be. i kept expecting her to pop back up and say “hey, you can’t take me down that easy” bc we don’t see her full body, but seeing her severed head took it all out for me.. what the fuck. also, she’s literally a vampire and they just totally got rid of that for no reason. what the fuck

2. doc dying. literally what even was the point of that. he was tired and getting older and wanted to settle down with wynonna and alice and just live and grow for once in his fucking life and they kill him?? really? this is what the fan’s get for years of devotion? ik it’s up to the writers not the fans, but there was so much fan service in this it really feels like a slap to the face how much they fuck everything up at the same time. also, wynonna once again not getting a happy ending after spending the whole fucking tv show working for the happy ending she got at the end of season 4 is so.. what even was the point. no actually, i really want to know.

3. messing up all the happy relationships in general… having there be tension between wayhaught bc nicole is holding waverly back ???? what????? why was that the tension they went for when nicole literally became the angel’s shield to save waverly’s life. like.. idk it feels weird to have something so profound and selfless happen just to have it blow up in nicole’s face. they ended the tv series so happy and content, i was excited to see that loving dynamic continue in the movie and honestly for over half the movie it felt like they couldn’t stand each other which completely sucked.. :/

and omfg wynonna and haught bestiesm ruined sucked to. the whole fight they had about haught holding waverly back felt very forced and out of character. i know they’ve fought before over waverly’s best interest but idk!! it felt wrong here.. if this were a whole season of slow gradual build up it might’ve been executed better but this was an hour and a half movie with shoddy pacing so.. IDK i love nicole and wynonna’s dynamic so much so this also felt :/

and of course there’s wynonna and doc.. i can understand their tension the most bc they’ve always been hit or miss but it really fucking sucks to see wynonna time and time again be fucked over from happy endings (something i won’t get over unless we get a second movie that fixes the shit show of this movie). anyway, i hate how their storyline was more about them fighting and less about them working to get alice back. and when their is finally some hope, they take it away by killing doc for no reason

it’s my fault for expecting a fun movie with cheesy lines and a monster they get to band together to kill. i wanted wayhaught domestic bliss and wynonna and doc with alice and i didn’t get it and i’m disappointing and sad, but it’s not my story to tell i’m just sorry to have seen it.

anyway

4. no rachel ?? not even a mention?? she was so important in season 4, so completely not mentioning her at all was weird. a lot of details from season 4 seem to be completely abandoned which sucks :/

5. no vampire mercedes 😒 yes i’m still on this, idc what reason she had for it, i wanted to see more hot ass vampcedes and i am DISSAPOINTED ! fix it fic when??

6. the writing really was all over the place. it felt like they were trying to fit so many emotional plot lines in that it just felt both jammed and superficial. nothing really got the depth it needed bc they were trying to do so much at once. there’s a throw away line about waverly not wanting a kid and it wasn’t touched on at all the rest of the movie, abandoned the second it left her mouth. there’s also waverly gaining an alcohol problem that was dropped after the first 30 mins for some reason.. like that would’ve been interesting to explore in relation to her childhood trauma and adjusting to not be in constant danger for once in her life and would’ve been better than the whole “haught holding waverly back” storyline. anyyywayy, yeah i really expected the writing to be better bc i know emily andres is a talented writer and character builder. i really hope there’s improvement if we do get another movie, i haven’t given up on her yet i’m just very frustrated

7. hardly any jeremy??? at first i thought it was bc they couldn’t get the actor back and it’s like okay, he was probably busy i get it.. but then he shows up for the last 5 minutes??? his character could’ve been great for this movie. missed potential !

8. nedley calling wynonna her father’s daughter after calling ward an abusive drunk asshole was certainly a Choice (and not a good one). wynonna has worked time and time again to be a better person than her dad ever was.

9. main villain was a snoozefest sorry i couldn’t give a fuck about her and normally i love female villains bc they’re hot. really, the movie should’ve focused on eve, esp considering that storyline was abandoned s4! would’ve been more interesting.

10. peacemaker gone, why did it have to be wasted on such a boring villain. also why did peacemaker glow in that dude’s hand in the casino fight scene ??? what’s up with the writing here it’s all over the place.

anyway yeah that’s all i can remember !! getting all this out has been theraputic and i’m not as angry anymore bc this is just a movie. it really does hurt though so have such a perfect ending for the show be uprooted and fucked up with this movie. really makes me wonder what the point was, they should’ve just let it be perfect the way it was. watching it really did feel like they dug up loved one’s, used their corpses as meat puppets, then shot them in front of us, and i know that’s dramatic as fuck but that’s where i am rn so 🤷

i guess what pisses me off the most is that my mom has been so excited for this movie the second it was announced. she’s the biggest wynonna earp fan, she’s been reading wayhaught fanfic every single day for 4 years, she knows the ins and outs of the whole show. she was so excited for this and instead of getting the great film we were promised, she had to watch one of her favorite characters die (doc) a beloved character die (mercedes) in the first five minutes and her favorite ship feel ooc. the fun was sucked out of this film, i don’t know it’s purpose. i cry for her, i’m angry for her. emily should’ve left the show and these characters alone bc this movie is a stain on an otherwise great world

that being said there is some things i enjoyed and i will list them here for the sake of positivity and love for these characters and world

1. when they weren’t violently out of character, wayhaught had their classic and wonderful chemistry and love. they continue to have some of the best on screen kisses <3 dom and kat love these characters so much and it’s reflected so well in the performances

2. waverly’s short hair. so happy emily let dom keep their hair the same, truly one of the best parts of the movie. waverly was serving so hard, i love her so much 🫶

3. when the movie was good it was phenomenal, at some points it really did feel like we got our beloved characters back and i’ll forever love that <3 LIKE THE HELLHOUND SCENE OMFGGG TOP TIER SCENE !!! and the first act before everything went to shit was so fun!!!

4. wynonna backflashes were fun! the girl who played teen wynonna was well casted and she acted well, so i was pleasantly surprised there

5. mercedes and nedley fishing together <333 an unlikely friendship i wish wasn’t taken from us so soon. beyond cute and wonderful, i love them so much <3

6. when doc and wynonna weren’t fighting they were literally the love of the century, the porch scene makes me sad to think about but it really shows their love <3

7. wynonna being the most in character character, i do really believe she would go to hell to save her loved ones. also glad she came back <3

8. the possibility of doc being resurrected if there’s another movie or season!!!! pleek i want wynonna happy so bad (and if they can bring mercedes back too i’d be the happiest girl in the world)

anyway yeah i wanted to counteract my negativity with positivity bc although i personality did not vibe with the movie or certain choices, it wasn’t a complete bust. writing out all my thoughts helped put things into perspective and i don’t hate it as much as i did while watching/after. if you read all of this i’m surprised lmfao but hi you’re a real one <3

anyway!!

WATCH WYNONNA EARP VENGEANCE FREE ON TUBI SO WE HAVE A FIGHTING CHANCE AT ANOTHER MOVIE !!!!!

also finished my wynonna earp rewatch in record time so i can now finally watch the movie 🤩

[light-the-aconite]

I can change for you... (Part 1 of 2)

"Well well~! To think they'd send some other rock-bottom rat after me. What, am I not worth a '7th' hero anymore?" The man dressed in red hues chuckled after he saw the pathetic state of an unknown face before him. One that had dared to call out to him as he was mere seconds away from destroying a new built city hall. Despite being out of breath, the new hero straightened themselves up since this was their first battle after all. One they would win. One they would proudly boast about in the future. And one, that unbeknownst to the two, would mark the start of an unlikely relationship. ꧁ 【 ⚘ 】 ꧂ The Raging Thorn had been looking forward to their encounter this week as it would be marking their second anniversary as Hero and Villian. But whenever he showed up to "kidnap" a bus full of students, "steal" the city's savings or cause general havoc, someone else would show up. To him, they were nothing but pesky flies looking to catch a taste of his food. So he would swat them away or drag out the fight in hopes that the association would send you as back up.

But something was definitely not right, as throughout the entire week nor he or his henchmen had caught sight of you. So, when he sent his men to figure out your whereabouts, they came back with an answer. An answer he wouldn't be fond of.

In the beginning of that week, you and two others had been sent out to deal with a being who was threatening to carry out the worst scenarios if the Hero's association didn't send someone to negotiate with him. It turned out that the being wasn't looking to negotiate but spill blood and make a name for himself. The three of you had been sent to a hospital with severe and life threating injuries but even with the best doctors and hero's aiding, your life was still in danger at the moment. Though that wasn't even the half of it. One of his men mentioned that the bastard had also recorded the moment you arrived at the location and the moment he was done with you all. He posted the footage to a few websites and even went as far as revealing your identities to the public.

Clenching his fist after hearing this, the Raging Thorn was nothing but furious. Ready to kill the one who had harmed you and aching to see his stupid face black and red. He stood up from his seat and stormed out of his lair. But on his way out, his men had stopped him and urged him to see you at the hospital as soon as possible.

"W-who knows what shape Y/N is in now!"

"The more reason to find this piece of shit!" The Raging Thorn growled and as he was about to push his man out of the way, he was slapped.

"Fuck are you listening to yourself boss!?" His henchman trembled as his boss scowled at him. "Do you really want this in your conscious sir, knowing that you could've been there by their side on their last breath but instead y-you wasted time looking for some shit head who you only know his name!"

At the mention of your possible last moments, the Raging Thorn stood still lost in thought.

His henchman flinched back as suddenly his boss placed his hand over his shoulder, "Which hospital are they kept in?" ꧁ 【 ⚘ 】 ꧂ "You'll think he'll fire me?" The henchman asked his colleague as they both watched their boss dash off to see you.

Scratching his chin, his colleague shrugged, "Ehh...but if he does, can I have your gun?"

I've had this idea since May and I'd hate myself if I just let it sit in the drafts. Hopefully ya'll enjoyed it and look forward to Part 2! ⸂⸂⸜(രᴗര๑)⸝⸃⸃ (The Raging Thorn's original villain name was going to be The Crimson Thorn, but I found out the name is already taken by a band, haha.)

[romione-trope-fest]

Ron x Hermione

Kicking off the Romione Trope Fest is a masterpiece of a Sixth Year AU inspired by Dash + Lily, and cowritten by adenei and accio broom! Enjoy, and be sure to follow both @adenei and @accio-broom for the second chapter!

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Title: Ron x Hermione Author: @adenei & @accio-broom Trope: 6th Year AU Brief Summary: It's no fun being the only single teen in your friend group, and Hermione's sick of feeling like the odd ball out. But would ever want to date her? She's trying to come to terms with another year of singlehood when Ginny has an outlandish idea. With the help of Fred and George, they charm a journal and plant it in the library in the hopes of finding a boyfriend. But who will stumble across it, and what happens when she finds out who it is? Inspired by the Netflix series Dash & Lily. Word Count: 3,985 (10 chapters total) Stay tuned for an extra special twist that will be revealed with Chapter 2! Rating: M for language TW: Strong Language

I love being a witch. 

When Professor McGonagall showed up at my house on my eleventh birthday, Mum and Dad were shocked. It took a lot of convincing, like summoning glasses from the kitchen and turning the settee into a Scottish terrier, for them to believe magic existed, but I never doubted her for a second. I always knew I was different, even from a very young age, and experiencing the magical world for the first time showed me where I truly belong.

Although attending Hogwarts has changed my life, I had a rocky start. The first few months worried me when no one wanted to be my friend, but then a troll tried to kill me on Halloween. He probably would have succeeded if Ron and Harry hadn’t come to my rescue. Of course, they may have been the reason the troll found me in the first place, but we don’t have to get into that. 

The point is, I have friends now! Looking back, I think I had to endure all those hardships to get to this moment, enjoying the last few days of the summer holidays at the Burrow—the Weasleys’ home—with my three best friends in the whole world: Ron, Harry, and Ginny. Oh, Ginny is Ron’s younger sister, by the way. We didn’t become close until after my third year, but I’m glad we did. Having only boys as your best friends can be exhausting.

We’ve been inseparable ever since. Well, until they all went and started dating other people. Not that I’m mad about it or anything. I’m happy for them! My classes had me too busy to worry about finding a boyfriend anyway. Whilst they were all off with their significant others, I had plenty of time to catch up with my revision, as well as complete some additional curricular assignments, just for fun. And all my hard work paid off in the end. There’s no way I could have achieved eleven O.W.L.s if I dated too.

But now that O.W.L.s are over…no, wait, N.E.W.T.s will be just as time-consuming, if not more! I don’t have time for a boyfriend. I— 

“Do you ever not have a book in your hand?” Ginny’s teasing tone startles me as she hops off her broom. I didn’t even hear her approach.

She rolls her eyes as I slam the leatherbound book shut, the snap of the pages ringing through the air like an apparition crack. “Well, I have to find something to do while you three enjoy zooming around at dangerous heights.”

“Come on, it’s not that bad. You should join us once in a while.”

“I’m happy keeping my feet firmly planted on the ground, thanks.”

For once, Ginny doesn’t push the subject. “What are you working on anyway? I thought you’ve done your preterm reading already.”

“I did! I’m just, um…” 

I look up to the sky, hoping the boys are on their way over to rescue me and help Gin forget about her question. But luck isn’t on my side, they’re still flying, and in my distracted state, she manages to steal the book from my hands and flips through the pages.

“Hermione Granger, I didn’t know you kept a diary!”

“I don’t! I mean, not recently at least! I used to when I was younger.” My desperate attempts to snatch the journal back from her fail miserably.

Ginny shuts the book, respecting the boundaries of our friendship and choosing not to read my private thoughts. “So, what made you start back up now?”

“I don’t know…I was bored, I guess.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?! We could have stopped—”

“No, no, it’s fine! I forgot how therapeutic it was to write my thoughts down,” I admit with a shrug as Ginny sits next to me.

She smiles and nudges me with her shoulder. “Why write when you have a best friend to talk to? You know I’m always here.”

“I know. But sometimes when I can’t figure out how to say something out loud, it’s easier to write it down instead.”

“Like what?”

“Wouldn’t telling you defeat the purpose of writing it down?” 

I shoot Ginny a perplexed look and laugh. Her methods aren’t fooling me. Years of interrogating her older brothers may have given her an extensive wealth of tools when it comes to prying, but they won’t work on me.

Cocking an eyebrow in my direction, she counters my question. “That depends. Did you or did you not already write it down?” 

“Something tells me you know the answer already.” I narrow my eyes at her, wondering if she did more than glance at the pages.

“Hermione, I’m not going to force you to talk about it, but it might make you feel better if you get it off your chest—and not just on a page.”

I sigh, knowing there’s no way around it. At least I can trust Ginny with my deepest, darkest secrets, but it’s still going to feel odd saying it out loud. “Fine. I want what you have.”

“What? Long, flowing red locks and freckles? My impressive flying skills? Oh, or do you want one of my brothers? Trust me, I’ve got too many, you can have one—” Ginny’s guesses have me clutching my stomach from laughing so hard.

“No, no!” I say between gasps for air. “A boyfriend! You have Dean, Ron has Lav, Harry has Cho, and what do I have? Books. How romantic for a sixteen-year-old.”

My laughter dies away as the harsh reality of my non-existent love life sinks in. I must sound pathetic. 

“Had.” 

“What?”

Ginny’s response makes no sense. I just admitted to her I don’t want to be alone anymore, and she replies with ‘had’? Did she fly too high earlier and lose oxygen to her brain?

“Harry and Cho broke up ages ago, and Ron and Lav ended things before we left for summer hols. He’s been pretty broken up about it.” Ginny glances up at Harry and Ron, who look like they’re practising speed drills, with a guilty look on her face. “Don’t tell him I told you.”

“It won’t matter. They’ll probably get back together at the start of term.” I shake my head at the thought. 

I don’t dislike Lav, or Ron’s relationship with her, but sometimes I think they’re hanging on to something for the sake of avoiding singlehood. Maybe my lack of experience means I can’t understand, but I don’t want to see my best friend hurting anymore. He’s better off without her.

I could say all this to Ginny, but it’d be like beating a dead Hippogriff. She already knows, so I dismiss her claims and plough ahead. “Besides, that doesn’t help me. I know I’m just the girl who takes school too seriously, but is it so wrong to want someone who will hold my hand on the way to class, or take me to Hogsmeade for a date?”

“Of course not! I’m sure you’ll find someone!”

“When? Who would want to go out with me? The only people who know me, and I mean really know me, are you three. Everyone else just thinks I’m a know-it-all rule follower who only cares about studying and house-elf rights. No one wants to date someone like me.” I toss the journal down in front of me and hug my knees to my chest.

Ginny places an arm around my shoulder and squeezes it tight. “Don’t say that. We’ll find you someone.”

“How?”

The rustle of the leaves is the only sound filling the silence when Ginny doesn’t respond right away. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. The whole idea is a lost cause. I’m about to tell Gin as much when she gasps and lunges for the book.

“That’s it!”

“What? What’s it?” Eagerness causes me to lean forward, trying to see whatever she sees.

Ginny flips the book over in her hands, then grins at me like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland and scrambles to her feet. “I know how we’re going to get you a boyfriend, but we don’t have a lot of setup time. Quick, come with me!”

“Wait, Ginny! Where are you going?” I call after her, but she’s already halfway across the garden, heading toward the house. 

Dragging myself to my feet, I can only hope her plan isn’t too far-fetched as I run after her, ignoring the shouts from Ron and Harry.

Whatever plan she’s concocting in her mind, I know one thing is certain. The boys cannot find out.

❣

A few hours later, I’m sitting in Fred and George’s office at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, overseeing the development of the most insane plan I’ve ever been a part of—and that’s saying a lot considering who my best friends are.

“I’m sorry, how is this supposed to help me find a boyfriend?”

All three gingers pause their discussion and stare at me. Fred is the first person to speak, though he ignores my question.

“You know, Granger, for the brightest witch of your age, you’re a bit daft.”

George chimes in after, as per usual. “Yeah, this plan is not only going to find you a boyfriend, but he’s going to be your perfect match. Your soulmate, if you will.”

“Yup, and we’re confident this will work. If it doesn’t, we'll let you have free merchandise for life,” Fred finishes.

“It seems like you’re getting a bit full of yourselves. I just don’t see how this is going to work! You can’t find a soulmate by leaving a note in a book for someone in the library.” They can call me a sceptic all they want. It’s true, I won’t deny it.

“Come on, Hermione, you’re overcomplicating things! You love reading, right? The whole idea is to help you find someone who shares the same interests as you! You said it yourself, if there’s something you can’t say out loud, you write it down. So, we’re writing it down!” Ginny explains the plan again as if it’s the most obvious solution.

“I never said I couldn’t say it out loud.”

“You didn’t have to,” Fred mocks in a sing-song voice.

George nods as he finishes casting a nonverbal spell. “Besides, if you tried to ask someone out the normal way, you’d find some fault and turn them down.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t mean it as a bad thing. You’re just…particular.”

Ginny cuts in, attempting to mediate the situation as my annoyance grows and my patience weakens. “Hermione, we’re doing this to help you. I’m not altogether agreeing with George, but remember Viktor? You went to the ball with him, had a great time, but then wrote twelve inches on why it would never work when he asked you to be his girlfriend.”

I open my mouth to contradict her, but then clamp it shut again. I hate admitting when they’re right but…they are. I’m always thinking too far ahead and can’t enjoy something in the moment. 

I think back to the Yule Ball. It’s probably one of my favourite memories of Hogwarts. Viktor gave me my first kiss, wanted to dance the night away, and was the best, most attentive date I could have asked for. But the practical part of me saw the relationship going nowhere after he returned to Bulgaria, so I declined anything more serious even though we still had six months to make a go of a relationship.

Would I do that again with someone else? Is fear the real reason I push potential dates away? Or am I waiting for someone special? Maybe this is the best option, after all.

I ignore their sympathetic looks and bring the conversation back to the plan, choosing not to respond about the whole Viktor thing. 

“Fine, we’ll try it this way. But this better not be another one of your pranks you’re pulling instead. I swear if someone like Malfoy finds it—”

“Then I’ll give them my finest Bat-Bogey Hex,” Ginny finishes, glaring at the twins.

“Ah, ladies. Ye of little faith,” Fred tuts.

George hands me the book. “See for yourself.”

I look at Ginny who nods eagerly, waiting for me to take the book. If I take it, does that mean I’m agreeing to this crazy plan? Am I really putting my love life into the hands of one of my best friends and her prankster brothers? 

No, it’s not like I’m making an Unbreakable Vow when I take the book. But it’s my love life on the line, surely they’ll make changes if I ask them. Better yet, maybe I can find something to foil their plan and prove them wrong and we can forget about the whole thing.

With those thoughts putting my mind at ease, I take the journal from George and see what they’ve come up with. The first page contains a simple message:

  Congratulations! You’ve found me. Don’t worry, this book isn’t cursed or possessed, just charmed. I’m looking for a friend, or maybe something more. I’ve left some clues for you.  If you’re interested, turn the page.  If you aren’t, well, thanks for humouring me.  Put me back on the shelf for someone else. We wouldn’t get along anyway.

I ignore the urge to tell them all the ways this won’t work and forge ahead. I’ll save my thoughts until I’ve given it all a thorough look. 

After turning the page, I see they’ve included a bunch of blank lines and it looks like a coded message. Underneath are a set of clues, which will take the reader through the shelves of the Hogwarts Library. They’ll search for the right books to solve each mystery, and hopefully fill in the blanks as they go.

I have to give the twins credit. For the most part, they’ve catered the clues to me, but there’s one I don’t understand. “Why Quidditch Through the Ages? You all know I hate flying. And I only watch because of Harry and Ron.”

Fred grins. “Ah, but that’s the point!” 

“The clue is less about you and more about your friends,” George explains.

“My friends?” I look to Ginny for help, but she only responds with an equally confused expression. “I’m not following.”

“Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. It’s one thing to find someone who fancies you, but also likes your friends.” Fred makes it sound like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah, and since your friends love Quidditch, then your potential suitor should take a mild interest as well at the very least.”

They have a point, and it’s well thought out too. The last thing I want is to find someone who won’t get along with Ron, Harry, or Ginny. 

“Okay, I suppose you’re right.”

George smirks. “Thanks for your confidence.” 

“I’m still not saying I think it will work, but it’s worth a shot.” I can’t let them get too ahead of themselves yet.

“What’s the message say?” Ginny pipes up.

Fred shakes his head. “Now, now, we’ve got to save the mystery. You’ll find out in due time.”

“It better not be crude.”

“Trust us, Hermione, will you?” Fred places a hand over his heart, acting wounded from her doubt. “Oh, by the way, I don’t want to assume anything, you’re into blokes, right?”

“What? Yes, of course! Why would you think—” I shake my head in confusion. Have I given them a reason to suspect otherwise?

“Just had to check.”

George shakes his head. “Yeah, you can’t blame us, can you? Anyway, we’re almost done here. You just need to choose the handwriting you want for the concealment charm.” 

He slides a list of choices in front of me. “Why can’t it be my handwriting?” 

“I guess it can, but it might give you away if the person recognises it.” Fred frowns.

That’s true. I hadn’t thought of that. Giving away my identity through my handwriting would defeat the whole purpose, wouldn’t it?

“Okay, fine. I’ll choose one for me and one for my potential suitor. Assuming I ever find one.”

“You will,” Ginny reassures me.

As I look over the options, Fred goes on to explain the rest of the features the twins are finalising with the journal.

“We’re going to set the spells so the clues only reveal themselves once the one before has been solved. If someone decides to put the book back without responding, anything they’ve answered will be erased for another person to try.”

“Yeah, and we’ve charmed the cover to turn red if you’ve received a response,” George adds.

I’m impressed with how much they’ve thought to include in the hopes that this will work. But now that it’s done, it means I have to follow through with it. I look up at Ginny, who’s grinning from ear to ear with excitement. Good to know one of us is looking forward to this.

“We’re actually going to do this, aren’t we?”

Ginny throws her arms around Hermione in a tight hug. “You bet your arse we are! It’s time to find you a boyfriend.”

❣

“I still don’t understand why you won’t tell me where you and Ginny disappeared to the other day.” Ron leans over and whispers in my ear as we lead the first years up to Gryffindor tower after the feast.

Ugh, not again! I roll my eyes and look up at him. Did he grow another few inches? Honestly, I’m going to hurt my neck if he gets any taller. 

“We’ve been over this. Ginny remembered she needed a few extra things in Diagon Alley so we flooed over to pick them up. The twins spotted us outside their shop and then we went to lunch before returning to the Burrow.” I hope I don’t sound too rehearsed.

“Why didn’t you invite Harry and me to come with you?”

“Because we don’t have to do everything together, Ron.”

“Well, you were our friend first.”

I can’t help but laugh at his response. It’s kind of a running joke the three of us developed when Harry and Ron started dating Cho and Lav. You know, a way to remind us to still make time for each other. So it’s ironic he’s saying this when we’re all supposedly single. 

“Jealous, much?”

“Course not. Just annoyed I missed a trip to London.”

I snort at his blatant honesty. The truth was bound to reveal itself eventually. “You didn’t miss much.”

Ginny and I decided not to tell the boys about the journal. It’s for the best. I can’t guarantee Ron and Harry won’t tease me relentlessly for it. Sure, they’d come around eventually, but I can hear them now. ‘Come on, Hermione, you don’t need a bloody journal to find someone.’ Or ‘how is writing to someone you don’t know different from falling in love with a fictional character? If they don’t reveal their identity, are they even real?’

No, it’s better they don’t know. Even the twins agreed to keep the secret. Of course, their silence came with the clause of keeping them in the loop, but it’s a small price to pay.

As we continue shepherding the new students into the common room and up to the dorms, Ron nudges me again. “Care for a game of Exploding Snap?”

“Oh, um, we should get to bed. Who knows how full our schedule is going to be tomorrow.” I feel bad lying to him, but I’m supposed to meet Ginny in the library in five minutes to plant the journal.

“One game won’t hurt. It’s our last night of freedom before school takes over our lives again.”

I raise an eyebrow at Ron. “Our lives?”

“Okay, your life. Happy?” His blue eyes sparkle with mirth and I can’t help but smile.

There’s something infectious about the way Ron’s face lights up when he grins. No matter how lousy I’m feeling, my mood always turns around when I see him smile. 

“Yes.”

“So, Exploding Snap?”

“I have to go to the library first. After?”

Ron’s face scrunches in confusion. He knows I love the library, this shouldn’t be surprising to him. “Is the library even open?”

“Yes, of course it’s open! I’ll be right back. Go unpack or something.”

“Nah, that’s boring. I’ll come with you. We can see if the prefect’s schedule is done on the way.”

“No!” My response is more frenzied than usual, and I feel bad once I see Ron blink back his bafflement at my curt response.

“I just—I can manage alone. I’ll be right back and then we can play, alright?”

His jaw sets and I can tell he’s annoyed because I want to go alone. I’m on the verge of being late, and Ginny’s going to kill me, but I can’t leave Ron like this. I brace for the impact of an imminent argument.

But it never comes. Instead, Ron sighs. “You aren’t using a—you know, again, are you?”

He gestures to his neck, and I know he’s talking about the Time-Turner. My eyes widen and I shake my head rigorously. “No, not at all! Never again, remember? I just need to grab a book. I’ll be right back.” 

I reach out and give his arm a gentle squeeze in reassurance before rushing out of the portrait hole. By the time I make it to the library, I’m out of breath.

“There you are! I thought you weren’t going to show.” Ginny hisses.

“Sorry. Ron was suspicious and I couldn’t shake him.”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Let’s find a spot for this and get out of here before Madam Pince comes snooping.”

“Alright, alright!” We start walking down the rows of shelves, keeping an eye out for a promising location. 

“What about next to Hogwarts, A History? It could be a fun way to make the clues cyclical because they’d end up back where they started.” I’d been thinking long and hard about where the journal should go, so I’m hoping Ginny will like my idea. 

“No, Hermione, that’s too obvious! It has to go somewhere more discreet.”

“Well, where else can it go? What other book is as meaningful to me as Hogwarts, A History?”

Ginny pauses and taps her chin, looking around at the different areas. “What about the Muggle Studies section?”

“But I don’t take Muggle Studies.”

“So? It might throw them off the trail! Plus, you’re Muggle-born, so maybe finding someone who’s taking the course will help you find a more promising match!”

I suppose she has a point. “Fine.”

Ginny leads the way into the Muggle Studies section and stops in front of the more ‘advanced’ selection. “We should probably place it somewhere among these titles. I remember Percy checking these out for his N.E.W.Ts back in my first and second year, and we want to make sure whoever finds this is at least a fifth year.”

“Good idea.” I hadn’t even thought of that. The last thing I want is for a first or second year to stumble upon the journal. How embarrassing would that be?

“So, which spot looks good?”

I scan the titles. This may not be my first choice of where to leave the notebook, but I still want to place it near something interesting where it’s likely to get picked up.

“How about here?” I reach up to the shelf above my head and point between two intriguing titles: What Muggles Do for Fun and The Ins and Outs of Muggle Dates.

“Oh, Hermione, this is perfect! Here, give it to me.” Ginny takes the leatherbound book out of my hands and wedges it between my choices.

Now it’s there, it all seems a bit anticlimactic. I look over to Ginny, who’s still staring at the spot where the journal rests, satisfaction evident in her smile. “Now what?”

“Now, we wait.”

[camellia-salazar]

Some doodles because I feel like I haven't posted in a long time. And I want to.

At first I was going to doodle only rainbow dash but I couldn't draw the same character in one whole page. So it became a multifandom thing.

Also I was looking for a clip of Soul Eater but I watched too much and now I think I'm into it again. And doodles Soul and Crona.

I also drew Tom and 2-D talking. Mostly because of a similar reason to Soul Eater. And Graystripe because I felt like drawing an animal.

I then drew scout next to RD just because.

The next row is basically my kin list. In an addition to Todd. Idk if I see Corona as a comfort character or I just kin them yet but so far I think it's both idk. Also Ezekiel is there. I'm having the same wonder for him too. And Todd now. Eh. (I mainly kin Waluigi and now Crocker for some reason).

Scootaloo because I drew RD and I kinda felt like drawing her too.

And Vicky.

Now let's never forget the best clown in the world, Popee.

I got tired of drawing Popee so I kept drawing him so I could get even more tired of him. He's still my favorite from the show tho.

Random running gag from my multifandom story where Popee's tail is a chew toy for Dolly Dalmatian.

Also Dolly and Poof.

Wah.

Fone and Moomintroll (or just Moomin I forget which one everyone uses) talking. Fone won't shut up about Moby Dick. (Didn't draw the book tho dunno why).

Tim Weaver because he's the next Popee apparently.

Hammy & Burrito

And finally Jayfeather.

There you go. The reason I only posted two was because there are so many fandoms, I can't include everyone and everything.

Enjoy!

[sevendeadlymorons]

Ok mc is still unused to devil Dom and the house and the boys so they usually wake up in the middle of the night, if they even sleep at all the first few weeks. Just them their thought a hot cup o any beverage on the big chair in the library at 2 am just lost and a little sad.. who would find them first how would they react? I just had this idea in my had for such a long time and!!!! Sorry but I positively love your works so much!!

Just pretend that Belphie wasn’t locked up and he was there in the start of the game, ok? Ok.

Thank you! And this is so sweet I’m loving it :,)

Brothers Reaction to Newly Acquainted MC Sitting Alone At Night

You’d woken up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night for the third time this week, hyperventilating after the nightmare you’d just endured. You check your surroundings but quickly realise that you weren’t in your room, but in the room you were assigned to when you were dragged to the Devildom against your will. You sigh and hold your head in your hands, desperately trying to shake away the irrational fear you’d embedded deep inside of you the past few nights. You knew you weren’t going to be sleeping tonight so you decide to get up and go grab a hot drink and sit in the huge chair you saw in the library when you walked past with that demon. When you’d finished making your drink and sat down in the chair, ready to start drinking it, you hear the floor boards creak from across the room...

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Lucifer

Seeing the eldest of the brothers in the middle of the night wasn’t exactly the most comforting situation to be in, but you composed yourself as best as you can when he spotted you and walked in to the room, sitting down dangerously close to you. Lucifer stares at you questioningly, wondering why you were up so late. He was going to say something but felt, since you’re new here, it may stress you, so he kept quiet.

Time passed and you two were still sat in silence, awkwardly sipping on your now lukewarm drink. You wanted so badly to just get up and leave but God, he had a presence that made you stiff. You thought you were about to lose it until he finally spoke, breaking the painful silence around you. He told you softly that if something was troubling you, that he would try and help, his eyes glistening in the ray of moonlight from the open window, making him look like an angel, causing you to feel much more relaxed. You nod politely and go back to drinking your drink, his gaze still locked on you, but now, it felt more comfortable. He went on to talk about Diavolo’s plans for the future and how you were helping them get there, reminding you how grateful he is to have you here. It was a nice thought, honestly.

Hearing such soothing words from him calmed you down, overall, and you both talked about music and hobbies. He wasn’t such a bad presence in the end, and his smile still makes you feel safe whenever you think about it.

Mammon

The demon you knew to be Mammon walked into the room with a surprised look on his face. Obviously you wasn’t the person he was wanting to see at 2 in the morning... Ever since you first lay eyes on him, you knew he was the more eccentric brother, as he quickly became quite vocal and perhaps even comfortable in your presence?

He marched towards you straight away, your paranoia rising as you wonder what he was going to do. But instead of all these awful things you’d thought up in your head, he stopped in front of you and started telling you how late it is, calling you foolish. You thought you saw concern flash in his eyes for a brief second as he was nagging you though. He sighed and shrugged, realising that you may just be overwhelmed, so he took a seat next to you and just went silent, letting you dwell in your thoughts, but not entirely letting go of the fact it was still very late and you had RAD tomorrow and he wasn’t going to be the demon to drag you out of bed.

Weirdly, in the end, he made you feel more relaxed somehow? He obviously showed some care for you and that made you feel a bit more secure in your surroundings. He was just who you needed to see in that moment.

Leviathan

Seeing the third born, Leviathan, came as a shock to you more than it did to him. As soon as he saw you, he rolls his eyes and huffs, then continues on to what you imagined to be the kitchen. You thought he’d left at first, leaving you in a peaceful silence with just you and your hot drink, alone in thought. Then, why do you feel so hurt by him ignoring you...? Your thoughts continue to attack you, until another creak echoed into the room. It was him again.

He looked into the room at where you were sitting; it looked like he was deciding whether to walk on or comfort you. He seemingly made up his mind as he walked in and sat down opposite you. You knew he was awkward to be around as soon as you met him, and you weren’t surprised whatsoever when he pulled out his phone and started playing a game, the light from the screen illuminating his face. You noticed his eyes darting up every few seconds, maybe to check you were still there and you hadn’t left him? He wasn’t going to say anything anytime soon, and you knew that, so you sceptically asked him what game he was playing. He didn’t even look at you when he answered, his eyes glued to the screen as he quickly tapped buttons on his phone. You chuckle, telling him you play it too, and you’ve never seen someone’s neck snap up to look at you so fast in your life. His eyes light up as he begins to talk about his favourite characters, then going to ask you yours. He was like an entirely different person; he even dashed up to sit right next to you, showing you all his rare cards, but then blushing after your legs brush against eachother.

Levi made you feel safe, and like you had someone to relate to. Talking to him was also like talking to an old friend, insults included. He really was a joy to be around.

Satan

From out of the shadows, you realise it was Satan, a face that you trusted because of his tranquillity and ability to stay more or less level headed. He obviously came in to have some alone time as he looked like he didn’t expect to see you sitting alone at this hour. But nonetheless, he flashes you a comforting smile, making you relax just a bit, but you still kept your guard high; he was a demon after all...

He quietly minded his own business and went to pick out a book from the various shelves. Reading at this hour sounded a bit odd to you, but perhaps he couldn’t sleep like you? He pulled out a book and sat down on a large chair besides you. The silence was almost deafening as the two of you sat in complete silence for what felt like hours, the only sound audible was the rustle of paper and the sip you made as you drank your drink. You was tempted to get up and leave but he suddenly spoke in a calm and soothing manor, something you never expected from him. He asks several questions, from what your favourite book is, to your favourite genre, and even told you if you ever needed something, come to him and he’d sort it out. He was a kind soul at heart, you noticed, sharing his love for cats with you and watching his eyes light up as he continues to tell you about the ones he looks after outside.

He made the night just that bit better. All you wanted was a friendly face and Satan provided that, along with a much needed conversation.

Asmodeus

You sighed as you realised it was just Asmo. He was probably the least threatening to you compared to his brothers, but you had to admit, being alone at night with the Avatar of Lust did feel slightly unsettling. He caught on to your presence pretty quickly and casually walked over to you, flashing you a big smile and a friendly wave. You cautiously smiled back and went back to drinking your beverage.

He was unsurprisingly friendly, starting up a conversation, or a lecture, you suppose, about how you shouldn’t be up this late unless you want your skin to suffer. He talked quite a lot about himself, so thankfully you didn’t have to respond much, and instead stuck to drinking and nodding occasionally to show you’re still listening. He even gave you little compliments to try and cheer you up; complimenting your hair and skin to which you laughed and thanked him. But he never took his eyes off your hands for some reason, and you couldn’t understand why until he took your hands in his and you soon realised you’d been shaking. He looked at you with sparkling eyes, his tone suddenly quite serious as he began to tell you that if you ever felt lonely or distressed, come to him and he’ll make you feel all better. You couldn’t help but smile and look down in embarrassment, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand soothingly.

After sitting with Asmo for a while, you came to realise he actually had such a kind heart. His aura was calming and you felt safe. He definitely improved your mood.

Beelzebub

Coming from around the hallway was Beelzebub. He always threatened you in a way, what with his large frame that towered over yours and the way you don’t think you’ve seen him smile yet. How could you not be slightly worried about his intentions? He didn’t see you as he made his way to the kitchen next door. You sighed and went back to drinking your hot drink, staring into your lap and feeling painfully lonely. You heard yet another creak and quickly looked up, but all you could see was a stockpile of food held by none other than Beel himself.

You felt your heart leap out your chest in shock. You didn’t even hear him come towards you. He kept staring at you with that same emotionless expression, but when you looked closer, it wasn’t a scary one, or a threatening one. He sat down across from you and started to eat through the huge pile of food he’d gathered, an entire steak lasting maybe 5 seconds. You got heartburn just from watching him so you turned away and continued to sip your drink, listening to the awkward sounds of Beel devouring his next piece of meat. Not even 5 minutes later and you look up and notice all the food was gone, all that was left was this huge grin on his face. In that moment, you felt peaceful, like his smile was lighting up the room and making you feel better already. He looked at you and smiled that same smile, causing you to smile back. He was actually such a happy soul and you soon started talking about your favourite foods and he even got up to get you some fruits that you said you enjoyed.

He was comforting to be around and your first impression on him was no longer as negative. He made you feel safe and you knew you could be open with him without judgment.

Belphegor

Out from around the corner was Belphegor. You could’ve swore he went to sleep ages ago, so you thought he’d be one of the brothers you could avoid, but apparently not. He didn’t even say anything to you as he walked in, blanket and pillows in tow, and spread himself out on the couch across from you, falling straight asleep.

You had no idea what just happened as you listened to his gentle snores, feeling like you’re intruding on something even though you knew he was the one who walked in here and fell asleep right in front of you. You felt slightly weird just watching him sleep and instead focused on finishing your drink and getting out of there. The drink was still hot so you couldn’t exactly just down it, and leaving straight away would’ve just looked weird, what if he wakes up and sees you staring at him? You couldn’t calm yourself as multiple thoughts rushed through your head at the same time, leaving you with a pounding headache. You didn’t even notice the demon across from you peaking one of his eyes open to watch you carefully. You hear him call out your name suddenly, disrupting your panicking thoughts. You stare straight at him and see that he’s now sat up, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He apologises for interrupting you and tells you that his twin, Beel, was just snoring too loud and it woke him up, so he came to sleep down here. You smile and nod, but still felt kinda weird. He notices and proceeds to get up and sit right next to you, wrapping you up in his blanket and resting his head on your shoulder, telling you to sleep as you look tired. You blink in surprise but agree silently, waiting for him to fall asleep before trying to yourself.

Belphie was a soothing demon to be around. He never smiled much, but he was warm and made you feel safe and wanted, even if you did sorta play the role of a pillow for him. Falling asleep was quite easy with him around.

I had way too much fun with this, holy shit, thank you to whoever sent this me

[porcelaintoybox23]

Solitaire

Noun: a diamond or other gem set in a piece of jewelry by itself.

"a diamond solitaire"

Kaeya x Gn!Reader (electro)

During an impromptu battle, Kaeya’s signature eye patch falls off.

Edit: there’s a part 2

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Uhhh…no one requested this but I was in my feelings. This whole premise hinges on what Kaeya’s right eye reveals. I’m leaning toward abyss something. this is vague as hell and based off the manga and some fan theories. I just unlocked his first character story so I have minimal lore knowledge. It can be read as platonic or romantic. Would love feedback or I can take it down if it’s too ooc.

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An abyss mage in an alleyway,

A thunderstorm clouding your sight,

A well placed thorn attack,

And-

And-

Kaeya's right eye.

You quickly finish off the abyss mage with an electric burst as Kaeya instinctively covers his face and leaves himself open.

The jovial air Kaeya had carried into battle melted away. You could see the drop in his shoulders, the calm and neutral face he had when deep in thought, but you knew this time it was masking something different. Even with his attempts to hide, you had seen it.

His eye-

The stillness surrounding you two contrasts with your inner turmoil. Everything felt silent despite the torrential rains. None of Kaeya’s usual quips fill the empty space. You place your weapon back in its holder and stare at the Cavalry captain in thinly veiled shock. A mystery you thought would never be solved now has even more questions.

He picks up his fallen eyepatch but never turns to face you.

"Hmmmm...well I guess the jig is up." He gives a humorless chuckle.

"Kaeya-"

you're cut off by a burst of cryo. You narrowly manage to avoid the attack but it serves its purpose, Kaeya is already meters away.

You give chase. He’s taller, his legs making long strides against the slick cobblestones. You’re shorter but faster. These differences made chasing and ambushing combatants a breeze. One of many reasons why you were such a good pair.

His eye. That's why he kept it hidden? But that means,

What does it mean!

You shake your head and take stock of your surroundings. The windy and free city’s streets were empty this time of night. Even the drunkards and ravers were locked away in their homes. You think of the times when you had to help a blackout drunk Kaeya back home, trying your hardest to drag his heavy ass-

You shake your head again, trying in vain to focus.

Why is he running away? Why is he running away from me?

He's afraid of you.

Fear settles around your chest deeper and more felt than your soaked clothing.

Despite your differences, you and the calvary captain had grown quite close over the two years since your arrival in Mondstat. You were someone who could keep up with Kaeya's sharp wit and intellect, even besting him at his own manipulations on multiple occasions. You were more introverted and he had fun playing the part of the mysterious, dashing “anti-hero.” You had to physically stop yourself from rolling your eyes when he had said that.

Kaeya was the first person you had ever felt close to. He was the first person who had seen you, truly seen you, and liked you not in spite of it but because of it.

You had tried, you had tried so hard to bridge the walls he had around himself. The more time you spent together, the closer you'd seem to get, but you still weren't there. Not that you've been completely honest either. You had been alone in the crowd, alone in a new world, and your loneliness had recognized Kaeya’s. You saw through his act, the fake smiles and the way he kept everyone at a distance. The drinking to cope and the sadness that showed in his eyes when Diluc kicked him out of the bar. The pain of being truly alone.

“KAEYA!”

The desperation in your voice resonates even through the downpour.

“I’m begging you, please stop, just for a minute. Please.”

Surprisingly, he stops and turns toward you. His face is devoid of any emotion and, for once, you can’t predict what he’ll do.

You hold your hand out to him.

“You don't think I get it! What it's like to be abandoned and shut out? To be forced into isolation-“ you take deep breath to steady your shaking voice.

“I know...I know it's so hard for you, but I want you trust me! I want to know you.”

He stays silent.

“I don't care what it is Kaeya, you can talk to me, confide in me. I won't judge you, I swear.”

“I see you!” Your chest rises and falls with adrenaline.

His face still remains unreadable but he makes no move to leave.

You withdraw your hand and reach to your side. You can see the tension in his shoulders, his cue that he’s reaching for his sword.

“Here!” You shout, tossing something to him.

The object glimmers in the darkness before being caught in Kaeya’s deft hand.

“Your…vision?”

You still can’t read him. His empty tone gives nothing away.

“My vision is fake. I had an alchemist make it. I'm like the traveler. I-I’m not of this world.”

Not all of your truth, but some. A peace offering hopefully worthy enough of passage beyond the walls that form Kaeya Alberich.

“Meet me at Starsnatch Cliff tomorrow at 19:00. Think on it. If you don't want to trust me, just leave my vision under the tree at the base. I'll be there exactly at 19:00. If you want to talk, you can keep a hold of it.”

A flicker passes through his face. Something, finally.

“And if you're wrong?” He whispers. “ If you can't handle who I am?”

“You can use the vision as leverage, give me up to the knights or the Fatui or whoever. But I promise if I do change my mind, I won't tell anyone.”

He looks you in the eyes, assessing, judging.

Kaeya pockets the vision and walks away leaving you alone in the rain and silent streets.

[keagan-ashleigh]

I have some new followers so I guess it's time to do another little presentation post 😌

About me

Hi! My name is Keagan, but also Clémentine (my birthname - you can use both, you can call me Clem too). I am currently 34, I live in France (in the south), and I am a graphic designer and illustrator - and hopefully in a couple months aspiring web designer 🤞

I am a proud bisexual & greysexual (I'll often just say "ace").

And I am nonbinary: I think genderfluid - I identify as woman sometimes but many other times this just makes me feel like it's not really me, it doesn't quite fit. I identify sometimes as a woman - I identify with what women experience also, I am a feminist and my experience is one of a woman, and although I don't identify as woman most of the time I feel to be part of it - and most of the time as nothing at all.

Edit, I forgot the pronouns : she/they (elle/iel or ael in french); I don't have preferences, but I've been called "she" all my life and very rarely experienced being addressed with "they" so I'd really like people to use it more. 😊

Also I am disabled: I am autistic - not diagnosed yet but I have just started the process of getting it diagnosed. I also have dyscalculia, and chronic pain (my squeleton is sliiightly crooked, not much but enough to cause me immense pain 🥲 - in knees, back, and hips) - I also have generalised anxiety disorder and depression. And I am short-sighted and I have tinnitus, and a couple other things.

I have been touched by a bitch of a fairy at birth I tell you 😂

I am very open about all of this so if you happen to need someone to talk to about those subjects, I'm here, I can't provide answers but I can share my experiences.

About my blog(s)

I have a blog for my art here: @keagan--ashleigh ; both are me, I've just put an extra dash as to not confuse people when they see 2 usernames interacting with them 😅

I have been on this blue hell since 2012, at first I had an aesthetic blog but it very quickly became a social justice blog, and I created a side blog (this one) for fandoms, at first mainly spn, then BBC Sherlock, and although I kept the title and decorum it returned to its multifandom/multisubjects state.

I also talk about other subjects occasionally, it's not a one-subject blog, I often blog & reblog funny stuff, social justice, etc.

I occasionally post in french but I have associated Tumblr with english strongly - I will maybe introduce a bit more of french in here idk.

I usually liveblogs Eurovision, the past years I have been doing that on Twitter bc it's hard to livetweet and liveblog at the same time but if twitter goes down I'll come back here lmao. And on twitter I also sometimes livetweet Top Chef in french but I might to that in here as well if I can't on Twitter idk - is there an audience for that here idk 😅

Most of my french specific stuff where on twitter, like I said I have associated tumblr with english and international stuff, and I don't know how I'll gonna get my french internet experience back in tumblr, we'll see but maybe you'll see more of my french specific stuff in the future, or I'll make a third side blog idk yet.

Worth to note I have a tagging system on both my blogs - and I tag the spoilers (unless for some reason I forget).

I often vent in the tags - it was, in this regard, better when ops couldn't see the tags in their notifications :o) I feel exposed now 😭

My ask box is always open.

About fandoms and opinions

My fandoms are: BBC Sherlock, Supernatural, Marvel, Our Flag Means Death, What We Do In The Shadows, Good Omens, Doctor Who, etc

My favorite ships: johnlock, destiel, Aziraphale & Crowley, lokius, nandermo, gentlebeard, 13th & Yaz, etc

About opinions and discourses:

I am a ship and let ship kind of person but that doesn't mean I approve of everything. I will never use the terms proshipper/anti because those words have been bastardised and the definition changes everytime I see it show up - so it's better if I just tell you what I like and don't like: I do not like incest ships, I do not like pedo ships, I am not against the fact of writing about those things but I don't like them being romanticised and glorified even. And no I don't think "it's ok because it's fiction" - whether it be fanwork or else what is written or shown in fiction has an impact on the real world, always, in a positive or negative way.

I will not engage in discourses about that though because it is tiring and useless.

I will not engage in ageist discourses either because - yes I think it's stupid to say fun has an end for people when they reach 30 but time will prove ageist people wrong and it's just sound stupid to me to have fights with literal kids over this. I'd rather enjoy my shit in my corner and not bother or be bothered by any of this.

I see a lot of ageism and condescendance from older people as well and I don't like that, being young doesn't mean people's inputs and opionions are wrong. About the fact joy must end at 30, yes, but cutting the discussions short (on various subjects) with "young people are so prude now / they don't enjoy anything/ yadda yadda"... no. No let's not do that. Times are changing and maybe some things we thought were ok then are not ok now and before we shut them up I think maybe we should listen and question what we think is true, let's not become the boomers of this generation ok, let's keep our minds open and be critical of ourselves first, we might at worst expand our worldview. And of course it goes both ways. Respect goes both ways.

At large, I will mostly enjoy my stuff and not engage with negativity, i do not have the mental health to deal with that, if people are wrong let them be wrong in their corners. Not saying I will never engage in any sort of argument but I'd rather stay away from most (especially those 2 I mentioned). I will never stop criticise mofftiss and Sherlock s4 though 😂

I also do not like ship hate.

I am uncomfortable with shipping real people but I am not against it of course do as you please as long as you don't overstep & be rude with the real people you're shipping.

And also, if I see someone implying a real person is "queerbaiting" because they appear queer & bully them into coming out I will virtually slap you in the head, ok, real people don't queerbait, period.

Last thing: I stand with the L, the G, the B, the T, the A, and all the other letters of that beautiful acronym so if you don't include trans people and ace people: please begone. :)

And also I try to be inclusive, I will not overstep and speak above other communities but I will try my very best to listen and forward those people's voices. I will not engage in discussions/arguments I am not meant to be a part of. I will try my best to take my part in making bigots feel unwelcome.

This blog, and all my accounts here and elsewhere are meant to be safe spaces for LGBTQIAP+, POC, disabled people, etc.

About me (again) - hobbies & creation

I happen to make fanarts, and I write fanfics and ficlets, I also do fanplaylists. Writing is one of my hobbies beside drawing, I also do photography, and I have recently started sculpting too. I love creating stuff so I often make little things, like I can sew, craft stuff, I do bullet journaling, etc.

Like I said I'm a professional artist, you'll find all the infos on my other blog but basically : I draw fantasy art, mostly women and feminine people.

I love science (astronomy and astrophysics in particular), arts, cats (I have 4), animals in general, I love music (I have eclectic tastes, I like rock, metal, classic, pop, jazz, etc...), I love to read & watch movies and shows (also eclectic but I love SFFF and horror the most).

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Voilà, I guess it covers the basis of who I am and what this blog is. Welcome and I hope you enjoy the ride (if you don't it's ok, just don't be rude). 🥰

[frogblast-the-ventcore]

That would require Davy Perez & Akiva Goldsman to start considering the Gorn as either not "evil" (Goldman's words) - they aren't, that's the point of "Arena" - or not something where "we have no idea what [they] are really like" (Perez's words) - we do, they're bipedal, reptilian, intelligent people, not crude Xenomorph copies.

This is perhaps, my most intensely disliked aspect of SNW. If they had done the exact same stories, but given the aliens within a name that wasn't already associated with a well-known species - one that we know becomes friendly - and didn't fundamentally change said species' biology into something quite different from the standard depiction of them during the franchise (yes, technically the supplemental books and such aren't canon, but we do have McCoy's statement about them in Into Darkness), I would've been fine with those episodes. They would have been all right!

"All Those Who Wander" would still be the weakest episode of the show (so far) for being a complete cut-and-paste of Alien with dashes of Predator, The Thing, and Wrath of Khan, but I wouldn't hate them like I do now.

I LOVE Strange New Worlds, I really do, but the way they have handled the Gorn is really a smack to the face of a species who have been a part of canon since the beginning, and who were the direct subject of one of Trek's most powerful messages. Is there reasonable discussion to be had over the events of the episode, such as who was in the right as far as the Cestus III incident? Yes. But when it comes down to it, "Arena" told us:

"Just because we don't understand The Other, or fear them, doesn't mean we shouldn't see them as people, and treat them as such."

The Gorn have shown up a few more times in the series' history, and while there were some missteps (ENT "In A Mirror Darkly, Part 2", looking at you with Slar), the series has kept that message strong both in general and with the Gorn specifically. Lower Decks has shown us Gorn getting married, Gorn chefs, Gorn in civilian clothes going about their day. That is the Gorn I want to see.

Love that the Lower Deckers showed up and were like "hey, space racism is bad."

Can Boimler please also lecture them about the gorn and how they are actually a fully developed species you can be at peace with?