#I can tell lesbianism because I am in fact a raging lesbian

[lostlavenderer]

I love Sam as our protag and I appreciate Lena as our new ominous office manager but sorry neither of them stand a chance. that entire office is literally just 'Alice Dyer and people who are irrevocably undeniably intensely in love with Alice Dyer' with not even a single exception

[unnaturalequilibrium]

Capítulo 8

- Mafin rewatch (Sueños de Libertad)

Watching Fina with tears in her eyes trying to say sorry to Petra who accuses her of taking advantage of their friendship is pretty much as much fun as a Friday night of drinking pickle juice and giving yourself recreational papercuts. It has to count as a form of unusually cruel punishment. That look on Fina’s face however as realisation dawns, that Petra have been using her to get to the position at the store. The way you can see her go from sincere sorrow to sadness lined with righteous anger.

Fina stage whispering “I’ll kill you” at Carmen as she’s called her dad because of her weird and inexplicable sickness. This friendship is a gem. Isidro as always cutting through the bullshit and calling Fina out on her faked illness. “I’m not six years old-” and the response of “well stop acting like you are”, but it’s not said in a condescending way, he just checks her on her behaviour. His words though, they work her over and before long he has her up and out of that bed, on her way to face her new job and the mistakes she’s made. Like I said, I get why Fina is the way she is and it's a lot to do with who Isidro is as a parent I think.

Claudia in the store babbling on about how most men are a bit of a scoundrel and Fina just straight up zoning out with as much subtly as a brick to the face. Gods, she really just fucking kills Tasio at every opportunity she gets. “You lost me at Tasio and noble” - she excuses herself when Claudia calls her back to reality. Fina never change.

Also Claudia, just listen to Fina. Sure she’s just had her heart broken by the manipulative snake in a dressing gown standing next to you, but she’s not wrong. There are a lot of people who will take advantage of others in the name of love, Tasio most surely would be one of them. Being heterosexual is not a valid excuse to be stupid, shape up Claudia.

Am I a vindictive bitch, yes, but that does not stop me from taking great pleasure in the fact that Marta does not really see Petra, she just steamrolls right past her, but hiccups as her eyes land on Fina in that uniform. Yeah, I think this was actually the start. She continues her quest of being a harsh but fair mistress, telling Fina she’s not doing her any favours, but she expects hard and good work from her. Still though, that “you look different in the uniform” gets caught in her chest and seems to stumble from her lips in a most uncharacteristic way from the otherwise eloquent queen of keeping her shit together.

Petra blackmailing Fina who despite all of it sort of stands her ground. Fina says she’s sorry, she didn’t mean to offend or overstep a boundary, but she doesn’t deny what she did, there are no excuses she tries to offer up. She owns the kiss even though she apologises for having read Petra’s intentions wrong. That takes some fucking courage, especially how she then calls Petra out on her unfair behaviour as she tries to blackmail Fina out of a job because of it. She is clearly scared of being found out, about the possibility of her father finding out, but at the same time she doesn’t grovel. She doesn’t even deny being a lesbian. This is the start of why I find her so refreshing as a character, especially in a period drama. Being gay, society and our upbringing often encourage us to be apologetic about our existence, many of us filled with internalised homophobia from a very young age through the intentional and subconscious acts of the straights around us who matter to us (and those we wish didn’t). Fina however, no. Fina apologises for her actions, which were misguided, but she does not apologise for the drive behind them. And as Petra blackmails her she is clearly worried, but mostly - well mostly she comes across as really fucking angry at the injustice of it all. She will not say sorry for being gay, but she will rage at the world for treating her unjustly because of it. That’s fresh. That’s why she very quickly has become one of my favourite fictional lesbians and a bit of a role model.

We are not at fault, if the world can’t stomach us - then that is its problem, not ours.

[darth-memes]

I really mean it. Don't trust any review that you see online about anything Star Wars. Specially the Acolyte and the latest series. You would be surprised how many are made in bad faith, and with the Acolyte they have multiplied. Talk to your friends that have actually watched it and talk about it in a reasonable way. It's ok if you don't like the series or decide is not your thing, as someone who has really liked it, I know that it's far from perfect. Don't engage with reviews online unless you really really trust the person, because many are made with bad faith and/or nostalgia-tinted glasses that honestly make people forget how the original trilogy really is. It's the reason I stopped reading or watching ANYTHING resembling a review related to Star Wars because it is surprising how easy it turns into a toxic rant that many times can be boilt down into racism and misoginy.

Honestly, even avoiding all of that, with the Acolyte I almost burnt out of the fandom of how terrible it was. I luckily didn't received any hate myself but I have a friend who posts information and fun facts between other things (doesn't do reviews, or opinions, it's mostly all factual(if you have an instagram follow him in @skynobi_starwars, he is always on top of the latest news and posts frequently but without spaming)) on instagram and he was showing me the amount of comments just spewing hate whenever he posted anything about the series and it was disgusting. He said that there had always been some, but they had basically multiplied.

But that's his situation, mine was in real life. I have a coworker who also loves Star Wars and his mask fell off when on episode 3 the wItches showed up and suddenly all of his critiques were about the amount of black people and lesbians that were there. By the next episode everything was just shit and how they should fire the entire team. Basically screaming and being impossible to talk to. Which honestly made me really sad because he had always been a person with who I could talk to about anything Star Wars related. Worst of all, a younger coworker who was wondering if to watch the series entered into watching "reviews" that were outright lying about what happened in the episodes or of people that straight up didn't watch it. He showed me a few and they were all the same. I had to spend a good while proving to him how the series was review bombed even before starting and just proving almost every lie those people were telling and how most of it. It was exhausting and terrifying, I was also really worried because this coworker is very young and what he showed me bordered some alt-right beliefs that should be near NOBODY. And, holy shit, was this a slide to the far right pipeline.

The only reason I didn't burn out is because I have a trusted group of friends with whom I could comment the episodes and have fun making jokes about it. Curiously, my dad also watched it and enjoyed it. But that's basically that's all I had to reduce my feedback of Star Wars for WEEKS to not burn out with how everything was going both online and real life.

And I know that there's a lot of toxic parts of the Star Wars fandom. My recommendation is not engage with any of the big names in the fandom (you know who I am referring to, specially in Youtube). Again, it's not that you cannot be critical, there is a lot to be critical in Star Wars, there is also much that one may dislike, but there is a line. And a lot of people that called themselves reviewers crossed and are so far away in their delusion of how anything that Disney does becomes an attack against them that they will never be able to enjoy the saga again. But raging like that will just result in another Rise of Skywalker, not another Empire Strikes Back.

Instead, look for friends with who you enjoy talking about Star Wars and have fun watching, playing, reading, etc with the saga. Because at the end of the day that's what we want, to have fun with it and enjoy the journey. Sometimes it may disappoint, but if you are always looking for that like a big part of the fandom that posts online, you are never going to enjoy it again.

And isn't Star Wars better when you focus on what makes you happy about it than on what you didn't like?

(Also, again, watch out for the people who are being racist, mysoginistic, homophobic... I can't emphasize how even I, that I try to curate as much as I can my experience in the fandom, I found them fast this time)

[ahamkara-apologist]

All right gonna be going ham on this one for the character asks:

4, 14, 16 for Eramis

21, 22, 23 for Taniks

9 and 26 for Misraaks

MEGA ASK GAME SO I CAN PROCRASTINATE ON WRITING MY FIC YIPPEE!!

Eramis:

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

-Oh gosh, this one's difficult. I think, if I could choose, my first thought would probably be a book, because it allows for a lot more explainations and insights into her actions than what's apparent in game; just look at how stellar her lorebooks are for explaining her POV and her actions, and how many people in the fandom/playing the game still have zero idea what she's about because of it. For a second, though, a longform tv series would be stellar, because I'm fucking obsessed with all her little mannerisms and speaking inflections and a longform tv show would also allow for the nuances of her character to shine through in a way that isn't so easily ignored. But, since she's a morally grey lesbian, I feel like she'd be shit on and ignored anyways, because there's no winning with fandom

(I AM thinking about potentially making a lore video explaining Eramis's motives pre-Revenant, but given my lack of a professional microphone, editing skills, and time, that...may be a problem. But I want to do a lorevid explaining her character one day bc damnit she's D2's most nuanced and interesting antagonist apart from Savathun and I want to explore that)

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

-I know jack shit about fashion but she's a leather jacket motorcyclist 100%. Just look at her and try to tell me otherwise. You can't. Maybe she's got a side thing of spikes and collars and whatnot but she blends fashion and utility extremely well in her canon getup, so I can't imagine it would be much different otherwise

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

-I don't really think I have a least favorite ship, tbh- there's just not enough shipping for her to begin with. Maybe her x male characters* or her x anyone romantically after losing Athrys? But that's less of a dislike thing and more that with my hcs for her (+ her being canonically only attracted to women) and the fact that I just can't see her with anyone after losing Athrys. Too much trauma, depression, and rage for any relationships to bloom, her heart is salted soil, it just doesn't work

*I know I've said that I like the thought of her and Taniks as fuckbuddies before, but this is explicitly from the perspective of my indulgence hc that Taniks is closeted genderqueer (he/she), and that Eramis sought him out for sex explicitly because she wasn't attracted to her, so she wouldn't get flashbacks to Athrys mid-fuck. I would not call this any form of shipping as much as it is me being aro and trans and craving nonromantic sexual intimacy in fandom bc I'm frustrated about how difficult it is to get irl

Misraaks

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

-Jaxx ur trying to get me to talk more about the eggfic aren't you. Anyways my fav thing to write is Putting Him In Situations (of any kind!), while my least favorite thing to write is his dialogue. I keep forgetting that Misraaks has an Eliksni-accented way of wording things compared to, say, Eramis or Eido, and that trips me up when writing him- which is ironic, bc the way he speaks in canon is how I like to write a lot of my own prose, lol

WAIT THIS WAS FOR TANIKS MY BAD. Misraaks I'll get back to you in a bit bud

Taniks

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

-HIS MANNERISMS!! I love how ruthlessly fucking wild and feral he is in canon, enough that you'd think he's just off the shits insane, and yet the one (1) lore entry we get from his perspective indicates that he's actually a deeply cunning, intelligent, and proud Eliksni with a very strong (if twisted) sense of right and wrong and a deep disgust for the power structures that have brought his people to such lows. The face of Taniks that we see as the Young Wolf is that of a mindless, sadistic monster, but the one that we see when he's speaking to other Eliksni is a guy that I'd happily call comrade, would he not beat the everloving shit out of me for it. I love everything about the scraps we get of him in canon and I enjoy trying to fit those two sides of him together to get a nuanced individual who's still a guy that's basically an abused ex-circus chimp on ketamine while also giving little hints as to why he's Like That. Monsters are made, not born, and Taniks is not as much of a monster as we think he is.

What I don't like, like Misraaks, is writing his dialogue- albeit for different reasons. With Misraaks, what I worry about is getting his dialogue right, while for Taniks, it's getting the length of it correct. Like I said before, we only get one lore entry where we actually know what he's saying, so I don't actually know how talkative he is. So far, what I've been doing is having him monologue a lot when he's hyped up on something and near-silent when not, but I'm not quite sure if that's right. He spends way too long roaring unintelligibly at us in canon for me to know if he's actually chatty or just unimaginably furious at our existence

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

-Buddy I don't think there's enough fics out there for me to have gathered anything I might dislike from them. I'm just happy to find one where he's in it, and actually plays a real role in things. I guess the closest that I can say is that I dislike how much of a niche character he is, because he's genuinely so fucking interesting, but he tends to get relegated to just a meme character and nothing more

23. Favorite picture of this character?

-This one. I love how he looks like a lazereyes reaction image sjkhfdgbksjdhfg. He's so fucking done with our shit

okay, now time for Misraaks

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

-Honestly yeah, I probably could. Misraaks just seems like a really chill guy to live with though, and Eido is an absolute cutie who's just like me in that she's ravenously curious about everything. I do think we'd butt heads a bit about letting her participate in potentially-dangerous scenarios (mostly bc I grew up with an overprotective, paranoid father so I feel Eido so hard), but he's a respectful guy and I think he'd understand that I need a lot of alone time to not go insane. The culture sharing would be a blast and I think that he's like me in that he hates drama, so apart from debates over Eido and him being all ashamed of his sordid past (which I don't give a shit about), we'd be cool

The hardest part would be not jumping his bones. I don't know if I could be normal about that. As I said before, I'm an aro trans man who craves a form of contact that isn't socially acceptable or easy to find among humans, and Misraaks is a big sweet calm nonjudgemental alien dilf who probably thinks all humans look weird, trans or not. The temptation is obvious here

26. What's something the character has done you can't get over? Be it something funny, bad, good, serious, whatever?

-HIS OBSESSION WITH ASHER MIR. IT WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY DJHBDGH. That and his friendship with Saint and Osiris (old man gang go!) and his hatred for Eramis are all things that I absolutely love about him. He's just a big reverent nerd of a man who doesn't want to talk about his college age years and I love that about him so so much

Character ask game here

[rhaenizziettie]

Legacies 1x02 Rewatch

Hope's love for Shakespeare should've been a common thread through the seasons

Missing Emma hours. They all needed therapy so bad.

Lizzie getting so enthusiastic about game day 😭😭😭 Protect her at all costs

No because the way Josie's black magic had negative effects on Lizzie but Josie not being affected when Lizzie did black magic was never explained will always be one of the worst Legacies mysteries. I'm just gonna have to assume it's because Lizzie always handled hers better.

"Maybe you're pregnant" is an ironic insult to use on a lesbian virigin

"Bounce MG" 😭😭😭 She's the definition of unserious

The way Hope was sharing memories left and right in the first few episodes and then never again. It's such a cheap special effect too???

Hafael's chemistry was off the charts and I can't believe they never shared more than a dream kiss

"I have ACTUAL magic powers" Is this wolf on wolf violence??

"Put a shirt on." I see where Lizzie gets it from

"Dad loves Hope more than us." "You're being melodramatic." "You really want Dad to stop loving us? Keep it up." Mm hmm. Nasty.

The way Alaric probably will miss Lizzie's wedding too ...

Just not for the reason she thinks

Hope mocking Landon for running like she didn't just get called out for being a runner last episode. I'm gonna need you to tone down the soulmatism here.

The Connor-Dana-Josie trio truly is something else

"I was being recruited by D1 schools before I got here" TELL US MORE. GIVE US YOUR WHOLE BACKSTORY. I CAN'T BELIEVE WE NEVER GOT IT.

"I've been at the school for two days and I've already heard all about Hope Mikaelson and her sunny disposition." #People need to keep Hope's name out of their mouth at that school

Really can't believe we didn't get another football episode ever

I can't prove it but Connor shoving Kaleb to the ground from behind was racially motivated, I just know it

Sorry but Lizzie talking about "perky little boobs" unprovoked is gay. Why are you looking at other girls' boobs and why are you obsessing over how perky they are. That's gay.

"When someone other than Lizzie takes a shot at Josie, they tend to wake up with scabies." Big sister energy for sure. Everyone else is wrong, sorry, not sorry.

"If Lizzie Saltzman is what you want, I can help you get her." SHE'S NOT A PRIZE.

"Does a girl have to have a motive to do charity work?" Cruel but iconic

"I just want to take a minute to let you know how proud I am. You're all doing a great job." How did anyone think she was a bitch?? Just because she came up with some funny nicknames???

No because do you ever think how Lizzie was literally trained to lose games for other people's benefits her whole life and then that's exactly what she did for the Merge? Oh I'm gonna be sick.

MG the second someone bullies Lizzie:

No but Penelope, Dana, Josie, Alyssa ... there's a clear pattern there ...

Hope is such a bitch 😭😭😭 I love her

"If he says there is a fire breathing woman running through the woods, then there's a -" "THERE'S A FIRE BREATHING WOMAN RUNNING THROUGH THE WOODS." This show is comedy gold

"Maybe she wants the knife you said you don't have." Get him again Hope

The fact that Lizzie just let Dana walk all over her but the second Dana insulted Josie, the gloves were off

"Maybe I just get a thrill from tormenting all the crazies." ABSOLUTELY NASTY.

MaYbE yOu'Re FeElInG a LiTtLe DeLuSiOnAl BeCaUsE yOu'Re OfF yOuR mEdS

"You can count on my steel." "Ew, gross." TELL ME AGAIN HOW YOU THINK SHE LIKED IT WHEN HE HIT ON HER REPEATEDLY AFTER BEING REJECTED

No ThIs IsN't WhAt We TaLkEd AbOuT And???

"Can you prioritize your rage?" 😭😭😭 No, Rafael, it's how she flirts

"Not if SHE has anything to say about it"

"MY dAd bUiLt ThIs ScHoOl" Okay, first of all, Alaric is father to like 90 kids so I need you to calm down and secondly, I forgot how self-centered and entitled Josie was in S1. I know it only gets worse from here.

"It's like she appears out of smoke." She's been there the whole time. Just because you've been pretending to ignore her because your crush is not gone, doesn't mean she's not there.

"My immortal soul." Well wait until your body's immortal too Lizzie

I love how Penelope was willing to find a compromise between the twins and Lizzie was immediately down

So YoU cAn ThRoW mE uP LaTeR

God I love this show but I truly hate the shot inconsistency. Tell me why Josie tackled Dana and bounced back to her feet but somehow six seconds later was back on the ground to screw the team with her spell.

What exactly was on the clipboard Penelope was holding the whole time

Real answer: She was just holding it to look like a boss bitch and it worked

Lizzie throws literal PUNCHES to defend her sister

"Earth magic" implies the existence of air magic, fire magic, water magic ... Imagine if Legacies embraced the whole elements thing ...

"This hatred, this vengeance, this isn't you. It can't be you. I won't allow it." And yet he said nothing when his daughter went around ACTUALLY killing other students ... no wait, he made one of her victims play her bodyguard.

Us never getting to see the insides of those ritzy Salvatore School bathrooms is a crime

"You're my sister. My best friend. She spent the last ten years making us feel like we don't matter." I wish I could go back in time and tell Lizzie the whole truth

"I don't like that feeling that way. Not from Hope. Not from girls like Dana. Not from Dad. And not from you." "I promise."

"You had my back today." When? No, like genuinely, when? Lizzie was out there defending Josie against Dana left and right but when did Josie have her back??

"What are we gonna do about Dad?" "More like what is he gonna do to us?" Give you a hug. Literally.

Hayley missing from the photos gets me every time 😥😥😥

[write-o-rama]

spongebob headcannons !!

not captain underpants themed , but yeah !! theres some things about the show i ' d personally change , and heres some of them !!

spongebob is ambidextrous ! it ' s canon , but no one talks about NEARLY enough . it ' s seen in the episode where squidward gets a ticket and is put back in mrs . puffs class . when spongebob is writing his side of the story , you can see him using his left hand to draw !! another instance of this is in the episode where spongebob gets a bad ass splinter , he says something along the lines of " good thing im ambidextrous ! " and proceeds to use his left hand to cook . i think that ' s a really neat feature no one talks about enough .

plankton would have customers , but they wouldn ' t be fish ; they ' d be sharks & whales . both eat almost strictly / strictly fish as their diet , therefore the chum planton makes would make a great meal for them , seeing as chum is just ground up fish !!

the fish DO swear . " fish paste " is pretty clearly " shit " . think about it ; there ' s been multiple times where the fish and main characters alike use " holy fish paste " or just " fish paste " when something goes wrong . there ' s many other words like this , such as " barnacles " , " tartar sause " , and a few others .

if the sweater spongebob ' s grandmother knitted him shrunk in the wash like his pants have done before , he ' d totally give them to gary ; sew the head hole shut and use the sleeves as eye warmers ^_^

sandy is totally a lesbian , seeing as she never finds interest in many of the male characters or looks to date , most likely . she once got married to spongebob , but that was for a play . when she came out , spongebob totally threw her a big party .

on the topic of sexuality , karen , plantons wife , is a raging bisexual . she was lit blushing while that one fish was dancing in one of the newer episodes . how is that NOT queer coded .

spongebob is totally intersex / androgynous . hes a sponge , most likely no real sexual organs , as we have seen multiple times . though we call him a male in most cases , a good sponge once said " am i a pretty girl ? " i personally see this as him not caring what people see him as , even if he potrays himself as a male most of the time . he doesnt have TIME to care about what other people think about his idenity . if you told him gender is what ' s in his pants , he ' d pull out a krabby patty LMAOO . on the topic of his identity , he ' s an unlabeled / pansexual ace . it ' s been confirmed by the creators that you can in fact ship him with anyone , just not sexually . hes so cool guys trust

despite what everyone says , squidward is straight ( and an ally . spongebob brings him to pride events and he always grumps about it , but has a great time every time they go without fail ) . i will DIE on that hill . people often ship him with spongebob / squilliam , and i can see it , i just don ' t ship it myself . in one episode where patrick thought he was being sent away , he cross-dressed into a woman . in the process , squidward fell in love with her , flirting and all . when he is found to just be a man , he loses all the attraction . in one scene , squilliam is interrogating squidward about his job . squidward tells himself to imagine him naked , and once he does , he says " OH NO HES HOT " . i believe this is just an observation , and he was suprised at the fact he was more attractive than he thought . you can find someone attractive without being attracted TO them !! he looks up to squilliam and is very jealous , but he most likely wouldn ' t want to date him . and spongebob . . . hes just spongebob . he doesn ' t see spongebob in a romantical type of way . he cares about spongebob because in the end , he knows that spongebob is a living thing with a life , just like he is . he ' s only mean to spongebob because he doesn ' t know how to express affection . in my mind , i see their relationship as an equivalent to siblings . squidward hates spongebob , but he truly does care about him , even if he cant express it in the way other people do . he can bully spongebob , but only he can . he gets angry when other people do , as it ' s been shown multiple times . ( no hate to those who do ship squidward with spongebob / squilliam , this is just how i see it . )

these r just the headcannons i have !! you don ' t have to agree with all of them , i just did this for fun :3 feel free to share your own hcs !! id love to hear them ^_^ this is just one of my favorite shows and i love talking about it EEEK thank u for reading

[queen-mihai]

Ohhhh nobody's paying attention to me right now, I think I can sneak some stuff in with no one the wiser

OK so like somebody's gonna be looking at this post for the first time like 2 years from now. I wanna share something with you. You see, one of my secrets is that I like to do really good stuff, but then hide it. Like, I've got a 6 pack, but I barely show it. I'm a really good cook, but I don't talk about that. Bed stuff? Are you freaking serious? I've literally had people ask me "if the rumors are true". But that's neither here nor there. No no. See what matters here is what I'm doing on Tumblr.

You see, I tend to not do a lot of horny posts. It's not because I'm some sort of prude. No

I'm doing this whole thing on hard-mode. It would be pretty easy to become far more famous if I showed a little skin. Or maybe if I outwardly flirted a little more? Tell people just how attracted I am to trans people and bi people and lesbians and gay people and butches and femmes...

Like that would be too easy though. No no. I show my entire personality. From bubbling joy to boiling rage. From silly memes to poems about death. Sometimes people get really awkward and uncomfortable and I think they're gonna start to hate me, but this is the real me. See I think that's important because then the ONLY thing that's hidden is the treasures.

Imagine a person getting famous and then when people go digging, all the find is stuff that makes the person look better and better 😂 I've never heard of anyone doing something like that

But in order to have a story like that, you've gotta be well known on your *merits first*

If I just get famous for being a hot person, then my political sentiments will just be a detriment to my career. If I just get famous for being an excellent party host, then it would hurt me to ever show anger.

But if people keep following me because I'm a real person who shows her real personality? Then the fact that I find girls hot is just a bonus. The fact that I'm actually in pretty decent shape is just a bonus. How nice I keep my house? Another bonus. The absolutely insane and still healthy food that I make? Another bonus. And don't get me started with the impact I'm making on the environment

Anyway the point is, I'm not gonna boost this post up at all. I'm going to pretend it doesn't exist. In a couple years when you find this, it'll be yet another bonus for people, provided I keep my head on straight and keep walking a good and honest path. That's what I plan to do, at least. Hope I can keep it up. 😋🥰

[lavendercrow136]

My favorite line I've written for a fic is, a tie from my fanfic "Tell me this isn't goodbye love" from part 10 when Larissa says to Y/n;

"Awe poor baby, mommy hasn't even touched you yet, and your already speechless,that's to bad. Mommy's just gonna have to fuck her little bunny dumb, isn't she?" Or "What's wrong bunny, feeling desperate?"

SPOILER WARNING- larissas last episode.

I don't have favorites I love them all, you are all so wonderful genuine loving and kind, absolutely beautiful !

Larissa can shift a dick, I don't know other ones I have might be deemed weird so I'll give the most mundane one.

In my bed, comfortable with a glass of wine, my vape, and my laptop.

Create as I go

I umm can't share it yet, it's a surprise 🤗

Gwendoline Christie Characters or Lady Dimitrescu

I like to maintain a schedule if I can help it, lately that has not been happening 😬

My vape, music, role-playing a difficult spot where I may be stuck

I don't have a favorite... is that? Is that weird? Am I weird?

Both ❤️

Because I like to write and I tend to hyperfixate on things I really enjoy and characters that provide me comfort.

I like to write all sorts of characters, but lately Larissa and Alcina have been my favorites 😍

I don't know sometimes I find it hard to write a character that's being dominant in a smut scene..... 🤫🤭🤗🤪

I would like to branch out eventually, but for now I am content where I am.

While I write them and after I post to make sure their are no wild crazy spelling errors or auto corrections that make me sound like I was zooted when I wrote the fic.

I would like to write a horror novel at some point, not sure what though tbh.

Ummm ummmm Gwendoline Christie is the answer.

Beautiful women, and the fact that I'm a raging horny lesbian with a big fat girl crush on Gwendoline Christie, that's touch starved because my fiance lives in a different country and time zone 🤪😬😅

Always

Any kind of fic that makes me feel everything you could possibly feel from art

Depends on my mood, typically relationships though

Yes, I am a sinful little book worm with a filthy mind, a high sex drive and a smut addiction.

I find it easier to write angst

I like bitter sweet endings

Too many, it's stupid. How many..

My fiancé @propertyofmilfs , she helps me edit and with writers block

All of them, support your local fanfic authors their beautiful souls who deserve love and support.

I'm a lesbian, umm hello? Nuff said 😬❤️

Yes, and I do not let them read them because I'm afraid they'll gently bully me till I cry

To be patient, and know that yes at times as an artist or author I may think I've written a raging dumpster fire, but there's at least gonna be one person who thinks that dumpster fire rocks and will appreciate it.

Both, depends on my mood

I just once want to know that my fanfic helped someone through a bad time. That it cheered them up and brought them joy.

Be patient with yourself, practice self care. Girl dinner and Snake meals are not a sufficient food source, actually take care of yourself and it's okay to walk away from a piece if your struggling.

Yes please, I'd simply lose it with happiness

Yes, I call it to gay to function

I WOULD BE SO HONORED, and umm any number of the smut scenes or softer fluffy scenes.

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

These are always fun so I wanted to make one! Reblog this and let others send you an ask based on any of these emojis/questions:

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

⏰️ Do you like to post fics on a schedule or at random?

👓 What helps you focus when you write?

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

🐇 Do you write for yourself, for others, or both?

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

📗 Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

😎 What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

💎 Do you often write about a relationship or focus on an individual?

🔥 Have you included any sexy scenes in your fics? If yes, do you find them easy or difficult to write?

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

���How many WIPs do you currently have?

🔎 Does anyone beta read or edit your fics?

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

🤩 What led to your interest in the fandom?

🤖 Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic?

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

👑 Do you like writing short fics or long fics?

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

🤔 Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

[snz-enthusiast]

I'm fully aware that this is out of the blue, and that I do not often post here, and that this is only tangentially related to snz, but I have this horrible need to vent to something that feels a little more anonymous than the rest of my life, for just a little bit of understanding that I will not get if I tell my friends.

I am having a bit crisis in my sexuality, but not only that, it's mutating into something I do not trust myself with and this fetish is changing with it. I feel like I have to tell someone the whole story and not just the bits and pieces those close to me have stumbled into

(Trigger warning for substance abuse, obsessive unhealthy emotional state, sexual themes relating to my fetish, and just... sad)

Hi I'm 24 years old! And for nearly a decade I have firmly been a lesbian, this is common knowledge, most people in my life are aware of this, especially my coworkers (which will be very relevant later!!) I have never had any relations with a man, and I have had countless relations with other sapphic people. I don't really want to get too deep into identity politics at the moment, just know that in every relationship I have ever been in I have been stone top, and that is almost entirely because of this fetish. See I'm very attracted to women in almost every way, but this pesky little thing for sneezing has made it nearly impossible for me to reach completion while having normal gay sex, but I do still enjoy the sex I do get to have. So I am mostly satisfied pleasuring myself. And as far as men go, I just haven't been able to see the appeal. Maybe a couple of time a months I will see a man do something vaguely attractive and my body does occasionally uh react?? for like a split second. BUT NEVER in my life have I ever held long term romantic feelings or sexual attraction to a man.

Except..... something must have broke within me. I became horrifically attracted to my coworker. At some point in mid October this absolute dick starting pulling some shit. My only impressions of him that I have until this point are as follows

He is a bland cishet man

He is 41, but seemingly lacks any maturity

Although good at his job, overly cocky about it

Not particularly kind to the women he works with

Sorta funny, in a crude self absorbed way

Dealing with not-so-subtle substance abuse problems

And lucky me!!! I seem to be The Exception to the the being mean to women thing, no he does something a little bit more sinister around me. He likes to vent about all of his issues to me! Which includes complaining about our lady coworkers (aka MY FRIENDS) to me. Which is weird as hell! and means that basically every girl he works with is pissed at him at all times, he is being yelled at by them all the time! But not me, I have no reason to go off on him, and frankly with the age difference and size difference and the fact that he is MY COWORKER I am a little scared to actually start drama with him for as long as I can tolerate his immature ramblings.

This did not last long, because for the first week of November I got to have a long weekend, and returned on Tuesday to an absolute shit show. See he also had a bit of a long weekend when he had called out on Monday, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why! I rock up to work at 9 and see a husk of human will be my companion for the day! He is not looking well (and I don't mean that in an "actually I'm attracted to him because he maybe has a cold" kind of way) He is looking close to death in a sort of uncanny valley sort of way, serious shit. And because I'm not as naive as he may have thought I was, I knew within 30 seconds of looking at him that these were withdrawal symptoms, and my best guess (which turned out to be correct) was opioid withdrawal.

Instantly I am filled with rage, I am not one to get angry, it had been years since I had been this angry at anyone. This is some seriously triggering shit! I have to spend 8 hours in close proximity to someone sweating and shaking and trying not to vomit. And I am ANGRY about it. The moment this asshole tries to make an excuse, and lie about what is actually happening to him I gotta hit him with a dangerously calm, condescending " Is now a good time to mention that you look like shit??" and immediately follow it up with the rant of the century about how everything is his own fault and the fact that he even tried to mislead me into pitying him does not make me his friend and that I would prefer if would just fuck off and leave me alone for the rest of the day. Which he does.

As awful as I was to him, it felt amazing. He needed a good yelling at from me in particular. He was a little dumbfounded by my capacity for seething rage as I'm small and extremely nonthreatening. It felt good to have the upper hand on an asshole, even if I did kick him when he was down. Plus he did apologize to me a few hours later (although it didn't seem all that genuine). I became the workplace MVP for the week, and that also felt really good. I felt like I had power over him, and I liked it.

Except now I can't sleep. The adrenaline rush of actually standing up to someone lasted for days, and when it faded I was left with terrible dread. I hadn't known I could be mean like that??? The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. He did do so many shitty things to me and my friends. It felt good to get my frustrations out, but it also made me feel like shit that I specifically yelled at him for his addiction issues, maybe he did deserve a little bit of pity in such a fragile state? I mean he was obviously in a lot of pain, and I took advantage of that. And these thoughts are haunting me all night, every night.

So now the roles are reversed. He's seemingly "recovering" in some way, shape, or form (not really any of my business but I'm guessing he got some sort of fix after being a little strapped for cash previously.) I'm showing up everyday with a max of like 3 hours of sleep while the guilt is eating me alive, I look like shit and he has definitely noticed! He's treating me different now, he's trying to be kinder to everyone, but especially me. He has spoken to me in an actually sympathetic tone, despite me not exactly telling him about the insomnia, he is trying to help with it and give me advice (apparently I do not wear sleeplessness well.) He is giving me so much grace and encouragement and sympathy that sometimes I almost start crying.

So 10 days after I went off on him, I am in fragile state of overly emotional sleep deprivation. I am definitely losing a tether on my sense of self, and I spend most of my time at work stuck trying to distract myself with daydreams as an ill advised replacement for real REM sleep. And this is when I hear a vaguely familiar noise behind me. A sharp inhale.

Oh No. Do I turn around? I kinda want to? In my horrid stupor my terrible brain has forgotten my complicated situation. I am running on caffeine and the dregs of my own life force, we're pure Id at this point. Curiosity gets the better of me, after all it's not like I've seen Him sneeze before. Maybe, against all the odds, I'll like it.

the sharp inhale was perhaps half of a false start, that within a second resolved itself into being not false at all. I turned around just in time to see the momentary glimpse of relief on his face before he was once again overtaken by a daze. Just.... Ugh..... Oh my god the most gorgeous, rough, vocal, failed-to-be-contained-by-his-elbow, double and I am standing there fucking staring, his eyes remained closed as does the classic sniffle, groan sigh, combo. And I am melting.

Fuck I turn around just in time and take stock of my situation. I am now becoming aware of a certain spreading warmth beneath my waist. This has only happened to me once before in my life. I have literally, spontaneously, had an orgasm in public. I'm actually in shock for a good 5 minutes, trying to hide as nonchalantly as possible.

I don't think I ever recovered from that to be honest, that was 4 months ago and I'm.... in love?? it was like instant rose colored glasses. The anger I had felt so strongly, instantly turned around to be a different type of passion. I have never been attracted to a real life man before, before this happened I found his personality revolting, the misogyny, the arrogance, the fact that he obviously didn't take care of himself, the anger issues, were all the deepest of red flags! and as far as looks go.... He's 17 years my elder! bland and pale and freckled! At one point in early January he attempted to grow facial hair! It did not suit him at all!

And yet I was able to ignore it all, there was a certain aspect of mutual pity (me for his addiction, him for my newly onset insomnia) that leveled the playing field enough for us to engage in the "oh so dreaded" witty banter. When I did get any sleep, he started showing up in my dreams. More and more I started noticing subtle features I hadn't before. Lovely thick eyelashes, nice eyes, a general patheticness that I found hopelessly endearing, and most importantly I finally noticed the most perfect aquiline nose. He gained the tiniest bit of respect for me, and I gained the ability to ignore all the red flags on some subconscious level. I started to catch myself volunteering to help with his workload, and giggling at all his stupid jokes. When he would go on break I would find an excuse to go through his stuff, to smell the scent of him on his jacket.

I was not subtle, I could barely control myself around him, my other coworker started to tease me this, calling it "Baby Deer Mode" because of the fawning I was doing. I started speaking to him in a much more girly tone. And everyone knew he was taking advantage of me. Not only was I a boost to his already large Ego, I was also taking over on a lot of what should have been his responsibilities. At this point my lovely manager had become aware enough of the situation to try to help me. Unfortunately I was utterly charmed.

I'm stuck in two worlds, my brain knows that this is bad, like really really bad! But unfortunately the rest of my judgement is clouded by... Love? Lust? Limerence? I had thought this would have to eventually fade away, and maybe I'm being impatient, but it has been 4 months???

The only reason that I'm even clear headed enough to vent about this is because he actually got fired a little less than a month ago for issues semi-relating??? to my above story. Obviously he couldn't get away with taking advantage of me forever without my other lovely coworkers and managers noticing. Him being gone has deeply saddened me, plus the insomnia has not at all gone away. In the long run I know that this will be good for me, but I genuinely cannot shake the feeling that I am in love with him as fucked up as it is. It is still obviously stressing me out.

What does this mean for my sexuality? Was I actually just stupid enough to fall for a mentally ill man's manipulation? Am I just sad and desperate and horny enough that my standards have gotten this low? I don't even like the man! So why do I seem to love him?? At least I could never bring myself to physically do anything with him (although I got dangerously close a couple of times.) I feel very tricked, and yet the immense haze of joy that washes over me when I think of him seems so real.

Hopefully things get better, I'm so sorry about everything I just wrote. I had to, it's been a lot. Maybe I want advice? Maybe I just want to feel normal for once in my life, and not like shit keeps happening to me??? Idk

Honestly I could Ramble Further, but this is getting pretty ridiculous already.

[golbrocklovely]

I cannot tell you how much it hurts my heart to read your feelings about your mom. I lost a very close relationship with my brother because of the extreme right lies and trump crap. I don't think i have spoken to him in a year outside of birthday and holiday wishes. As a mom of 4, ages 16 to 23, I have 1 that has come out as bi, 1 as a lesbian, 1 is straight and my oldest says labels are for soup cans. I'm not your momma, and I wouldn't want to budge in where I don't belong, but I am proud of you. You are a hard working, sweet, intelligent young lady who genuinely cares about others feelings. I have seen posts from you where you could've dived into the mud and dragged people and you don't do that. You take the high road. You are patient with repeated questions and still answer each one no matter how many times they come up. I have yet to see you make someone feel stupid. In times like now, these characteristics are rare. Most people don't want to show they care at all. Being bi is just part of it. I wish I could tell you it will definitely get better and your mother will come to her senses, but it could take a long time or never happen at all. But she could have an epiphany. I admit I rage verbally at the news, sometimes I rant and rave like a mad woman. but I don't think politicians, the government and the church have the right to decide how human a person is. I know you didn't ask for all this, that you were venting. But I hear you. And I accept everything about you.

thank you so much for this ask. your kind words made me tear up. i appreciate you reaching out to me to say all of this. it's nice to see something like this unexpectedly.

i will say outside of politics, my mom and i get along really well. she's been my best friend since i was a kid, even more so now since i don't have any physical friends. it's just when it comes to politics we do not agree AT ALL. which is why i do my best to remind her every time she starts to talk about politics that i just don't want to hear bc it just becomes a screaming match.

i just wish at times i knew how to debate better, or had all the facts. bc i usually just get too angry to even speak and just have to walk away bc i don't want to scream at my mom. and she likes to act like she knows everything and that i know so little when in reality i'm paying attention to the news just as much as her, the difference is i just don't watch fox news and don't listen to whatever bullshit they're trying to make ppl angry about now.

i will say my saving grace is that while my mom is republican and likes trump, she isn't a maga person. she's not all about him, and she's not devoted to him like some of his followers are. she's just a somewhat-conservative, republican. she isn't into qan*n and all that shit, thank god. she's mostly level headed, she just…. watches way too much fox news. and i do also have the benefit of my brother, who is very good at debating and is on my side for the most part. i wouldn't say he's a leftist like me, but he doesn't agree with her and ngl i kinda always love hearing them debate bc he says all the shit i wish i knew how to word. he points out a lot of her hypocrisies.

as i mentioned in the tags of my post, i think once my father passed away, her jadedness for life just... grew. i think she lost a lot of her empathy for ppl when he died since that was her soulmate. and it breaks my heart to see her change like this, but i understand her hurt. she was like this too back when her father passed away, but i was four or five when this happened, so i never noticed. but her and my dad talked about it before as i got older and how she just stopped caring for a while. so i'm kinda hoping things will swing back around eventually.

and growing up, i had a really good home life. a safe one too, which i know a lot of ppl (and a lot of my ex-friends) couldn't say the same so i'm grateful for my parents. my mom had a really hard life, and life hasn't been easy for us in a very long time. i get her frustration, i get her anger. however, she's taking it out on the wrong ppl and it's just easier to punch down than up. so i try my best to give her the empathy she doesn't give others anymore.

my life hasn't been easy either. i've had depression and anxiety since i was 13, and have tried to end my life twice. all the financial struggles my family has had i have had. but i think what sets me apart from my mom is that i don't want to be angry. i don't want to hold onto that stuff the rest of my life. i know i won't make it if i do. the pain and anguish i've dealt with makes me understand ppl, not wish others feel the same as me. i don't want ppl to suffer like i have. and i don't want to grow envious of those that have it easier than me.

one of the worst things she ever told me growing up was "once you get older, you'll understand how the real world works. you'll be just as jaded as me and your father." and i made a promise to myself that would never happen. and so far i'm sticking to it. i just find it strange that the ppl, the person, that taught me to be kind isn't kind anymore. or at least is decidedly kind, which is almost worse in my opinion.

(and as i said in my previous post i don't feel unsafe to come out, i just don't want to deal with the hassle of having to explain myself. i'm a grown adult, if i want to fuck somebody and that somebody is a woman, or even identifies as something else entirely, it really doesn't matter what my mom has to say about it. i'm not a teenager anymore hoping my mom approves. tbh i just want her to know and to accept it as normal so if it ever happens it's not breaking news lol)

[milfhandholder]

Random Grell thingz I've accumulated in my head bcs I'm delusional but without context bcs I am going to write a legit novel abt this woman one day

Idc what anyone says, I am an avid believer of the fact that Grell has always been considered beautiful by her peers even in her human life

LIKE SHE'S THE MOST SOUGHT AFTER SUITOR OF HER SEASON, SHE WAS AN IT GIRL BEFORE THEY KNEW WHAT AN IT GIRL IS

She's so beautiful that the Victorians could've started kpop PC first bcs of her and trade them like actual kpoppers

Grell always knew about her being queer (minus actual label bcs Victorian era duh) but not about her gender

"Wait so you people don't fantasize about having boobs? Not at all? No?"

It was maybe 6 years into her reaper life when she finally got the memo that "hey girlie, you're actually a girl"

Her crisis went a bit like this: straight man -> gay man?? -> 'oh no I like girls too' bi man -> died LMAO -> 'I hate everyone and I hate my gender' questioning -> 'maybe I have no gender at all. I like girls though' (she was exclusive to girls only so I guess??lesbian?? Who cheered) -> transwoman questioning -> !! transwoman bi !!

Was in a 'lavender marriage' with a closeted lesbian for maybe 2 - 3 years before her suicide. Grell sort of fell in love with her but understandably never confessed. Fast forward to present time AND GRELL IS HITTING THE FLOOR, SCREAMING, CRYING

She had a lot of rage as a young reaper because she never really got over 'my parents suck' mindset that stood by her as she died

HATED WILLIAM. As much as I love the OVA, I will stand by my words that it would’ve been so much more interesting if Grell buried / was embarassed about her crush and acted like a dick towards him BECAUSE WHY, OF ALL THE MEN IN DISPATCH, DID IT HAVE TO BE WILLIAM T SPEARS

Mellowed out eventually and cool character development happened

Has more experience with and confidence in dating girls, she's very anxious (and perhaps frightful) about men reciprocating her advances

Being made "an experience" does that to you

Fun fact: she's the first and only woman William ever had a crush on. Good taste dude

She was projecting her ex wife A LOT onto Madam but it's ok bcs it was vice versa you see, Madam projected too BUT THEN THESE BITCHES TALKED IT OUT and everything is all ok and cool and OH GOD GRELL NOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭

Speaks German and French, is the go to translator for German Dispatch businesses until Ludger (and eventually Sascha joined in as a bonus and a translator) was forced to sharpen his English

Now for the E discourse.... someone made a typo one day and she went with it

Grell: You see, when you go to France, they make you get a name in French. That's why I can go by Grell Sutcliff or Grelle Sutcliffe

Ron, an idiot who has never been anywhere except his hometown: oh shit fr??

Eric's her first ACTUAL reaper friend which is sad ngl LMAOOO

Firm believer that the reapers have mentorships for gifted students that started in Ron's year and that Grell was her mentor READ MY RON FIC, IM OBSESSED WITH THEM

Mentoring Ron (aka a few years before Jack the Ripper) was the moment where she was the healthiest, mentally

Then she divorced Madam, had a falling out with William and oops she regressed el em ao. Don't tell any of her friends though, they'd start annoying her to get better

People older and the same age as her are wildly terrified of her. This is in contrast to (most) juniors who are so in love with the idea of her

Harbors a lot of guilt, grief, rage, anger, jealousy, insecurity, narcissism, etc. She's just a good actress

Her butler persona was her mocking three people at once: her father's (brunette) appearance, her mother's wish for Grell to be more obedient, and Grell's old self that let people walk all over her for the sake of maintaining her family name

Her family is rich rich though she can't remember for what. She doesn't really care eitherway so

Can be very insensitive!! It doesn't help that she's friends with people who'd give the same energy back (Eric and Othello) or people who just don't care enough (William)

She learned how to hold her tongue when she realized Ron was genuinely upset with her rude comments. Ironically, Ron learned how to have thicker skin because of said comments

Likes dogs, sorry Sebastian

Good at fencing! Not much else in other sports!!

She hates sports sm, they make her sweat and they are tedious and they're exhausting and THEY'RE BORING

The only ranged weapon she'd try out is a gun.

She's no wuss

Yeah that's all that I can think of lmao

[moontheoretist]

Beware of the Villainess is a hilarious critique of romance genre I craved.

[Beware of spoilers :P]

Beware of the Villainess is a hilarious manhwa about a woman from modern day Korea who finds herself reincarnated as a daughter of a Duke in her favourite romance novel titled "The Brats I Love". Her general aesthetic is very reminiscent of the main character from HameFura (Otome Game no Hametsu Flag shika Nai Akuyaku Reijou ni Tensei Shitematta) also known as "My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!" - Catarina Claes and it is very visible that this character was created to be a foil to Catarina we know. Melissa Podebrat just like Catalina has long brown hair and no ability to wield magic, but unlike our beloved Bakarina, Melissa is not cutely dense and generally dumb, but is instead incredibly smart, cunning and as she says about herself "has a rotten personality", which basically means that she is independent woman who doesn't take anybody's crap, and she does that in the most bitchy petty way she can, all the time. It's seriously very satisfying and hilarious to watch her reactions to other characters, the faces she makes and the garbage disposal of the sentences which falls out of her mouth when she insults others.

What I really like about this story is that this comedy in opposition to HameFura rides on the whole idea of critiquing the romance tropes in romance novels by simply making Melissa tell the audience in the face that it is all cliché, and she liked it in the novel, but now when she lives it and knows all of those people as people in real life she doesn't like them one bit. Just like in HameFura characters behave differently than in the novel, but it is not because Melissa magically changed them into their better selves, because she was there when their personality got soured by the world, but it is simply that the characters were bestowed with additional depth the moment they stopped being one dimensional archetypes from a romance novel. Thanks to that, we have a real life example of "what I like in the fictional man when I read a story doesn't apply to what I like in men in real life" lied before us, as Melissa is a raging feminist who would rather list off all the flaws the men around her possess than fawn over the fact they're all pretty and love interests she could get for herself. Like seriously, every time she talks about them, I hear "I am a feminist icon and I don't take this crap of a man for real", because it is frankly ridiculous how shallow all of them are in real life versus the novel. They all exhibit the traits any real woman would despise in a man, their masculinity is so rotten and so rooted in patriarchy that Melissa cannot stop grimacing every time she hears crap falling out of their mouths and that is seriously so glorious OMG.

Another cool thing is also that Melissa is as rotten as she possibly can be. She is not a woman who would be desired by Korean society or Japanese society, or even a Western society as a whole. She stands for herself, she tells men they're crappy garbage when they actually are, she isn't afraid to come off as unladylike and actually revels in activities which by the standards of that society are not for women as women are seen as just trophy wives. And thanks to all that, she is liked by the characters she gathers around herself. Hell, even the main heroine - Yuri Elizabeth, prefers Melissa to all the men she could fall in love with, and that is seriously SO GAY that I wanna scream from happiness, and I am seriously sure that Melissa’s “rotten personality” is a throwaway reference to “fujoshi” as it means “rotten woman” in the meaning that “woman behaves in a way which makes her undesirable by the general patriarchal driven Asian men, and also that she is into BL manga and is most probably not straight herself”, as in Japan fujoshi is synonymous to the word lesbian, because this is what Japanese men meant when they called them rotten - that they’re gay, and they are not “proper wives” which they should be to be oh so mercifully chosen by them to marry. This element with main heroine and main villainess liking each other is definitely lifted from HameFura as well, but without the whole harem plot going on, and as much as I mourn my polyamory I prefer Melissa and Yuri to be together than date any of those men, except maybe one, who is like, cutie and is also on Melissa's side, so he is better than them, so there is still a chance for polyamory to happen I guess. I really hope so.

In short: you should read it. It’s hilarious and glorious.

[sovereignrat]

First Book Of The School For Good And Evil Series Spoilers

I need to calm my nerves.

Right. I just finished reading the first book and all I have to say is what the ever living fuck?

I cannot tell you how upset this book made me, I almost cried in some parts I was so frustrated.

I'm just so confused, why the hell would you queer-code Agatha so much to the point where, I was convinced that she was a canon lesbian, but then make a fall in love with a prince. Not only just a prince, but a sexist and misogynistic prince. A prince that was literally bullying her for the entire book up until the point where she miraculously finds her self-confidence and starts to change appearance to a more acceptable and palatable way.

I am flabbergasted, I am shocked and I threw this book as hard as I could across the room because of how pissed I was.

I cannot tell you how pissed off certain parts made me.

What makes me even more annoyed is that I know that Agatha and Sophie are for some god awful plot reason made out to be sisters.

What the fuck?! WHY? Why? Why would you do that? Obviously it's probably for the overarching story but I don't give a fuck.

Why would you do that? this character is so obviously queer coded like I can't even lie, I can directly quote from the book supporting this:

"Here in this safe, secluded world, the two of them would make their own paradise"

"Agatha gagged. Who could ever love boys?"

"She grabbed her shorn hair and flaccid robes. 'I'm- I'm-'

'Still a princess.'

Sophie looked at her. 'And the only we'll get home,' said Agatha, forcing a small smile. 'So we have to make this kiss happen.'

'We?' said Sophie.

'We," rasped Agatha.

Sophie hugged her tight

'We're going home, Aggie' "

"Agatha met Sophie's lucid, beautiful eyes."

" Agatha scowled. 'That's not my fault.' 'I think it's because deep down you don't want me to find love, Agatha,' Sophie said, voice calm.

'What? Of cour-'

'I think you want to keep me for yourself '

Agatha's whole body went rigid."

"She broke into a run and charged towards torture and death, wishing that someday she and Sophie would find each other in a different world, a world without princess, a world without pain......."

It doesn't even stop there.

There's a whole part where Sophie dances with her, in her evil form (this is really important and I'll tell you why later), to fucking love music.

Don't even get me started on Sophie sacrificing her life for Agatha and then Agatha bring her back to life with a true loves kiss, she revives her with a true loves kiss?????? EXPLAIN.

Now. Rage aside, let me get onto the more put together part of this post.

I want to pay attention to the whole running thing the book has that evil and the school for evil students have with how "shameful" and "disgusting" and "unnatural" it is when they love someone.

Do you know what that sounds like to me? It very much sounds like the type of things said and thought about queer people throughout history.

A lot of the evil students have loved and they were told it's shameful and wrong.

Not to mention multiple characters drawing the conclusion different=evil.

(This could also be seen in multiple different ways and I really wanna get into that at some point in time but this is not what this post is about and I've already typed a lot.)

So let me go back to Sophie being her in her 'true evil form' when she dances with Agatha.

This is important as it can so easily represent queerness. Going back to the fact that in this book, looking 'ugly' and 'disgusting' is paired with being evil, it kind of feels strange that Sophie and Agatha dancing together in a ballroom-type setting, with romantic music in the background, and Sophie leading the dance, filling in the 'male' role, while looking ugly and 'evil' . Sophie even initiates the dance, sinking to one knee and holding out her hand for Agatha to take, like what the princes do.

I'm just really frustrated that the sisters storyline and the true love bullshit between Agatha and Tedros is the direction this series is taking.

That Agatha is loosing her ability to call out the flawed way the whole system works and eventually even just ignores the blatant sexism and misogynistic views ingrained into everyone.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

And before anyone crucifies me and calls me a proshipper, I do not support incest and I don't ship Agatha and Sophie anymore because they are sisters. Even if it was a bullshit, unnecessary plot point pulled out of Chainani's creative asshole near the end of the series because god, what will we ever do if queer people, sapphics specifically, get actual good representation for once????!!!! I'm just confused why you go through all the trouble and effort of writing their relationship and other queer coded relationships in the series like that if you're just going to make them straight anyway?

What's the point.

And don't even get me started on the movie, that whole thing was just one big backhand to the face. The fact that they made the actors for Sophie and Agatha kiss fully on the lips in a dramatic climatic moment, with music and everything?

Also the casual fucking antisemitism in Sophie's transformation?

[soulmate-game]

“Are you paw-sitive this is alright?” Selina half-purred half-asked. The slender cat thief was dressed casually— for her, anyway— in a floor length amethyst purple gown that swept just barely above the floor, accentuating her curves and coming down in a deep V neck that was just barely within the constraints of being acceptable for public appearances. Her companion, almost half a foot shorter even in her short heels, was a stark contrast. It was as if all the two women had in common was their hair color, a rich deep black that shimmered blue in the right lighting.

Marinette, with her hair done up in two buns and wearing a sensible pink-and-white cheongsam top with apple blossom embroidery paired with an ankle-length denim skirt that had a knee-high slit in the front, nodded even as she eyed her friend’s choice of outfit with a small frown.

“Of course. Bruce is in the media’s eye all the time, and he knows I don’t have a care for the spotlight. But you do,” Marinette stopped talking for a second, snapping her fingers and reaching into her purse. She pulled out a gorgeous inch-thick collar necklace that was made entirely of thick panels of flawless silver and high-quality diamond. At the very center of the collar necklace, where it would hang right in the center of Selina’s collarbone, was a diamond-and-obsidian cat face. “I knew I was forgetting something! Bourgeois owed me a favor for doing the outfit for her last magazine cover pro bono, so I asked for this as payment. It’s exactly what your outfit is missing.”

Just because Marinette didn’t like revealing clothing didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate someone else wearing one well, after all. And Selina wore her dress perfectly.

Selina quirked an eyebrow, eyeing the necklace with her expert gaze. Gently, she trailed her fingertips over the tops of the diamonds in the thick bands of the collar as a small smile flicked over her lips. She raised her eyes up to Marinette’s, light green eyes sparkling with mischief and knowing.

“You got this as a bribe for me, didn’t you kitten?”

Marinette smiled unashamedly. “I know you’re a proud lesbian, but would you mind playing the role of Bruce’s girlfriend, just for the media? And only while you’re single, of course. If you ever want out, you only have to say the word. Bruce already agreed, but he also doesn’t mind continuing to play the careless bachelor if you aren’t willing.”

Selina scoffed, rolling her eyes and grabbing the necklace. Effortlessly, she swung it around her neck and clasped it in place. “Please, darling. You and I both know it drives you up a wall when Brucie is hounded by gold diggers every time he steps foot out of that mansion of his. I’ll play the camera-girlfriend, but only for a maximum of a year. And you two can only call on me one a week at most, a girl’s gotta have some time to herself.”

Marinette nodded eagerly. “That’s fine! We probably won’t even call on you that much, Bruce is planning to play the ‘we want to keep our relationship pretty low-key’ card for now. Just an appearance once a month or two ought to satisfy those vampiric paparazzi.”

Selina just smiled. She had practically adopted Marinette years previous, during a trip to Paris where she had found out she apparently had a male doppelgänger. Now the two were sisters in all but official (Not-forged) legal documents. And because of that, Bruce had somehow become her brother.

Which Bruce later found out, meant that Selina would relentlessly tease him every time she needed to appear as his “girlfriend.”

Relentlessly.

But Marinette and Bruce had a Plan. She wasn’t quite ready to make a public appearance as his real girlfriend, mostly because of loose ends that still had to be tied back in France. She was making so many trips back and forth between the two countries that they couldn’t see each other in person much to begin with, so they also didn’t want their few in-person meetings tainted by greedy D-rate journalists.

But yes, they had a Plan. One year was the perfect time frame for the last stretch of said plan. Marinette would tie up the last few things she had to do in Paris, start an official branch of her fashion company in Gotham, and they would stage an entire break-up with Selina, a three-month “break” to “recover” and then a suitably dramatic, romantic “meet-cute” between the two of them to start what the media would see as a love-at-first-sight, fairytale relationship.

Nobody needed to know about Marinette and Bruce’s five-year pining session, or their one-year fumble through figuring out how to date one another before actually getting it right, or the most recent three-years of dealing with the fact that they were both highly experienced hero/vigilantes, the leaders of their own hero teams, and highly accomplished business people.

It was a hard relationship utterly riddled with drama, but they had finally reached the stable point where they were ready to commit. Sort of. They just needed Selina to fake-date Bruce in the public eye for a couple months, and then everything would be fine.

—*—*—*—*—*

One year and three months later.

Marinette shifted her purse on her shoulder. This would be her first time in over five years actually setting foot inside the Wayne Manor. She was excited to see Alfred again, and to hash out the last details for her and Bruce’s public “meet-cute.” But Alfred didn’t open the door this time, a short green-eyed boy with an all-too-familiar frown on his face did.

And once again, Marinette knew that Selina was not the mother. Her pseudo-sister was, as she had said so long ago, a very proud lesbian. But Marinette did know of a past fling of Bruce’s who did possess the proper genes to help create a child of this age.

Marinette smiled, pushing her inner rage at the thought of Talia Al Ghul out of her mind. She was still pissed beyond all rational thought when she heard about what Talia had done to Bruce. But this child was not at fault for any of it, only an innocent by-product.

“Hello. My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Would you mind telling Alfred I’m here?”

“Tt. Why should I?” The apparently bratty boy asked, crossing his arms and glaring straight at her. Marinette felt her eye twitch.

“I am a close friend of Bruce— Would I be correct in assuming he’s your biological father?” Immediately upon her question, the boy’s eyes widened ever so slightly in shock before his glare intensified. Marinette chuckled. “He didn’t tell me that he adopted any new children, and he always tells me when he adopts. Which means he didn’t have to adopt you, suggesting you are related to him directly. You can’t be a cousin or nephew, he has no living blood family. And all his pseudo-siblings are alive and fine, so you weren’t left to his care in anybody’s will,” she deduced out loud for him. “Plus, the green eyes and tan skin— I know of exactly one of Bruce’s past… suitors… who happens to fit the timeframe and features necessary.”

The boy raised an eyebrow. “Most assume that I am that harlot Selina Kyle’s spawn,” he snapped, but it lacked the same heat this time around. He was now analyzing her face closely, and Marinette noticed. She was careful to keep her eagerness toned down. She really just wanted to see Bruce and be able to hug and cuddle him for the first time in almost a year, and this child was her only obstacle at the moment. A very stubborn one.

Marinette sighed. “Selina is like a sibling to me, don’t call her a harlot. If Selina was ever pregnant, I would have known. Hell, Selina would have given me her baby to raise because she doesn’t have any interest in being a mother. Now, the polite thing to do when someone introduces themselves is so introduce yourself back. Not interrogate or intimidate them.”

The boy huffed, straightening his emerald turtleneck and rolling his shoulders back. “I am Damian Wayne,” he replied imperiously. “And Father has never mentioned a friend by the name Marinette. Which leads me to believe you are yet another no good hopeful suitor, and Father is still recovering after he and Kyle finally split up for good.”

Marinette froze, and slowly her eyes narrowed. “He never mentioned my name? Ever?”

“Tt. I already said no.”

Finally, the shape of Alfred Pennyworth came into view behind Damian. He had obviously heard the last bit of the conversation, because he just sighed and shared a long suffering look with Marinette. It was that look that made Marinette’s eye twitch a second time.

“Alfred,” she said slowly. “Has he mentioned me at all to any of his kids?”

“He has not,” Alfred replied. “And furthermore, Miss Selina would not stop giving him a hard time whenever he had to call her out for an appearance. It seems all of the children mistook their relationship for actually being of a romantic nature.”

Damian spun to the butler, eyes wide and swimming with a multitude of emotions. “What do you mean, ‘actually’, Alfred?”

“He means,” Marinette began before Alfred had the chance. Her eyes were narrowed, matching storms of dark, furious blue. “That Selina was only pretending to be Bruce’s girlfriend so that the press and gold-diggers would leave him alone. And apparently I need to beat some sense into my stupid, idiotic boyfriend, who I should have known would do something like this,” she looked up at Alfred, jaw clenching. “That man would never be able to pass for a functioning human without either you or me keeping his head screwed on. Where is he?”

“Not at the manor currently, Mademoiselle Marinette.”

“Alfred.”

The butler gave Marinette a rather mischievous little grin. “Master Bruce has forbade me from telling you where he is currently, he wanted you to stay at the manor and sleep the jet lag off until he got back. But I can tell you that he is not currently on Earth or on a mission.”

“Alfred!” Damian hissed, shocked that the man would say something so revealing. Alfred was the perfect secret keeper, why would he tell someone Bruce had never mentioned something so telling?”

“Oh, calm yourself Master Damian,” Alfred soothed. “Marinette has known about Master Bruce’s nighttime activities since before you were born. If anything, I believe he rightfully deserves the wake up call he is about to receive.”

Marinette nodded, eyes still stormy and determined. “Alright, so he’s at the Watchtower. The Zeta tunes are still in the Batcave, right?” When Alfred nodded, Marinette wasted no time. She easily slid around Damian and stormed into the manor, finding her way to the Batcave on pure muscle memory and rage.

“Wait, Alfred! I demand an explanation!” Damian’s loud voice slowly grew quieter as Marinette stormed down into the cave, ignoring how Alfred began to calmly explain the situation to the boy. She just slid right in to the Zeta tube, and commanded the computer to send her to the Watchtower.

“P-001, codename LADYBUG, recognized.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Batman pinched his nose from where he stood at the head of the meeting room in the watchtower. The briefing was supposed to start over an hour ago, but Hal Jordan had been twenty minutes late. No surprise there. But still, SuperMan had insisted that they wait until everyone arrived. And really, normally Batman would too. Except that his long time girlfriend was going to be landing in Gotham any minute now, and he would rather be back at the manor to greet her.

And the asinine argument that had been going on for the past forty minutes was finally going to end, even if Bruce had to hogtie every last one of his insufferable coworkers himself and force them through the rest of the meeting strapped to their chairs.

“Okay, can we PLEASE begin the meeting now, or so help me I will break out my kryptonite restraints,” he threatened darkly. He might have only mentioned Kryptonite, but everyone knew that that threat was actually aimed at all of them. Batman knew every last one of their weaknesses and was not above being petty when they strained his last nerve.

Quickly getting the hint, the entire room rushed to fill their seats and at least fake at paying attention. But of course, nothing goes quite right in the life of Bruce Wayne. Right as he turned on the slideshow he had prepared and began the meeting, the sound of an enraged woman’s voice echoed down the hallway in a deafening roar.

“BRUCE THOMAS WAYNE, YOU ARE IN SOOOO MUCH TROUBLE!”

Batman felt as if someone had just shoved him into a cryogenic freezer, a harsh shiver of dread running down his spine. There was exactly one person who could terrify him with a single word, and it just so happened to be the woman he was hiding a wedding ring from.

For the past eight years, but that’s neither here nor there.

“Oh shit,” Bruce breathed, but found he was unable to move from his spot. Yes, he wanted to see Marinette so badly that it hurt. But he also would like to stay alive.

SuperMan leaned forward, not really concerned since Batman would have reacted much differently had the voice been coming from a real threat. Instead, the man leveled his old friend with a very teasing smirk.

“Why is your heart suddenly racing?”

Bruce could only glare daggers at Clark before the door to the meeting room swung open, a tiny French woman standing there in a long, formal white-and-pink knee-length gown with a cheongsam neckline and one of her leaf-green heels held in each hand threateningly.

“You absolute idiot! When I said I wanted to keep our relationship out of the public eye, I didn’t mean to keep me a secret from EVERYBODY!”

“But darling—“ Bruce cut himself off as he was forced to dodge one deadly-accurate piece of flying footwear. “You don’t understand. The boys cannot keep a secret to save their life.”

“They have secret identities, don’t they?” She slipped her other shoe back on. She had known that her shoe never had a chance of hitting, and with Bruce in full Batman gear, even if it had hit him the high heel would have felt like she had only thrown a pillow. Had it been otherwise, she wouldn’t have even joked about throwing her shoes at him. But as it stood, she knew none of the normal things she had on her would be able to so much as make Bruce say “ow.”

Marinette placed both of her fists on her hips, marching up to Batman and pulling him down the full foot it took for him to be able to look her in the eye. His resulting gulp was clearly audible, and visible, to everyone else in the room. “You absolute, emotionally dense moron,” her voice had dropped from a yell to a mildly fond, but still very annoyed, grumble. “Your kids are mostly adults now, you know. And you never told me about Damian either. Did you honestly think I’d be mad?” Bruce looked away from her, which was honestly all the answer she needed. Marinette sighed, letting him go and softening her voice. “You need to trust your kids more, Bruce. I never wanted you to keep me a secret from your family, or even your close friends. Just the annoying ass paparazzi. And trust me a little bit more, yeah? I know it isn’t exactly your strong suit, but I’ve known you long enough that you should know I’m not gonna run for the hills just because you have a biological kid that wasn’t with me.” Marinette risked giving him a slightly vulnerable, lopsided smile. And Bruce immediately deciphered what it meant. His shoulders slumped.

The cost of using the Ladybug Miraculous for so long was that Marinette had to give up her fertility. She could never have children of her own, and Bruce had felt guilty that he had had a biological child, even though he hadn’t exactly consented to it, without her. But now he could see where he went wrong.

Marinette was just happy to have another piece of him to take care of. She never would have resented him for what had happened with Talia. And, seeing all of those facts written on her face now, he felt more than a little blind.

“... sorry.”

Marinette just huffed out a short, soft laugh before grabbing Bruce by the bicep. She turned to look at the other heroes still in the room, half of them uncomfortable with seeing such an emotional display while the others looked like they were incredibly invested in a good soap opera. She shot them a grin.

“I’m stealing him for the next few days, okay? Don’t worry, I’m sure you can make do with making Diana read the slideshow. I know from experience that it has everything you guys need to know and more. Don’t call us, I’ll field all your contact to Agent A!!” With that, she dragged Bruce by the arm out of the room.

To be fair, he wasn’t exactly resisting. Even if the reunion was far from ideal, just having this little bit of contact was extremely relaxing for the vigilante. When they reached the Zeta Tubes, he stopped Marinette and pulled her in for a kiss.

When they inevitably pulled away for breath, he smiled at her. “As soon as we get back, I’ll call everyone in and explain the situation,” he promised. “And then, we can spend the rest of the night doing whatever you want.”

Marinette smiled back, shoving him into the Zeta Tube. “Then get ready, because I wanna sleep off this damn jet lag and I plan on cuddling you like a koala the whole time. No escape.”

“B-001, Codename BATMAN. Recognized.”

“Can’t wait,” he replied right before he was whisked off. The sound of the love of his life laughing followed him through until he reached the other end of the teleportation.

—*—*—*—*—*

@maribat-writing-and-prompts

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

I saw Multiverse Of Madness today. I want to preface this with the fact that it is a good movie, and I did, mostly, enjoy it. I also want to preface this with the fact that I am a, currently furious and raging and NOT in a horny way (save Captain Carter hot DAMN but not my point), pansexual, not some "ally" trying to preach and start trouble. I also am by no means some expert you should take seriously. I am simply queer, a person with braincells and a critical eye when I want to, and very angry.

America Chavez makes me absolutely furious. Not at her, I love her character so much, but at Marvel. I didn't know she was going to be queer walking in, probably cause I wasn't following franchise news. But I saw that little button on her jacket and I practically lit up. I was so fucking happy to finally get queer rep. To finally get to see myself in the franchise I loved.

And I was wrong. Not only was I dissapointed, but as I sat there with that movie in the credits and the ride home, I crumbled and cracked as it hit me that I got nothing but a hollow fucking shell of a rep. A button on a jacket. That's it. The only tiny piece of myself I get to see, and its a fucking garnish, an afterthought. Even less than a "token gay". I got queerbaited to the bottom of the fucking ocean to drown, played like a cheap kazoo.

How could they. I didn't even know she was a lesbian until I went looking to see if anyone else was as outraged by this as I was. And what I found was articles fucking praising the boldness of the move to add that tiny little pin, spinning tales of empowerment. I didn't even know if she was supposed to lesbian or bisexual or trans, how was I supposed to? And yes, it makes a fucking difference. I never would've known that she was LGBTQ+ at all if it weren't for that little pin.

It hurts. I feel awful. Do not get me started on the fact that her two moms were killed off within .5 seconds of appearing on screen. The worst part is that Marvel is being applauded for this shit. This is not "representation." This is an afterthought. This is them trying to earn some fucking brownie points at the last goddamn minute. My identity is not a fucking pin to put on your jacket and leave at that. My story is not reduced to only stripes on a flag that you can use to tell it. I am bigger and I am more and we all are and queer fictional characters should be too.

Would it have been so hard? For her to offhandedly say Stephen had good taste? For Captain Carter or Captian Marvel to walk in and her to trip over her own feet? To have her mention an old crush, maybe someone who got hurt and she had to leave behind? To even show her with a girl at the end? To at least follow through on the promise that pin made me, that I got to see myself on the big screen?

Maybe I wouldn't be so mad if it wasn't Marvel, if I didn't care this much about it. Maybe if it wasn't Disney, with a history of pulling bullshit like this and more. Maybe I'm overreacting.

But do not tell me I shouldn't "expect so much" of queer characters and their writing, or "not everything has to be about gayness, they need a narrative too." The Mitchells vs The Machines (2021) had a queer main character in the same subtext as America was. But Katie Mitchell also had a girl she liked, and she was looking for community of people like her, and had her own journey of self discovery shown, and she resonated with a large LGBTQ+ crowd because of that and more. And that wasn't even Katie's main narrative. It's not impossible or some unattainable standard. It's writing a queer character for queer people, instead of pushing her into a hetero-conformative box or shoving just her aside.

Marvel is multi-million dollar franchise. They could do it if they wanted to, if they tried. But they don't, and they didn't, and THAT is my problem.

I am not your brownie point. I am not a gold star to earn on your assignment. I am not a pin to put on your fucking jacket. Stop treating us like it.

[zafirosreverie]

Share my infinite (Agatha x Fem!reader) part 3

A/N: So, once again i got carried away and this ended up being long. I wanted to make it a happy ending but also keeping the possibility of a continuation if you want it.

Anyway, i hope you enjoy it! Love you!

You growled as you started to open your eyes, but shut them again a second later. Your head hurted like hell and you really didn’t want to move. You felt too tired and your body felt too heavy for you, you just wanted to go back to sleep. 

The pain was too much for you to handle. It felt like your whole body was on fire. Something inside you snapped.

“Y/N!” You heard Agatha’s voice from somewhere near you. 

You opened your eyes again, forcing yourself up, even if it felt like your arms and legs were about to fall out. You didn’t recognise the place you were. It was dark and you were the only thing there, as if you were inside a box, not lights, no windows, nothing. Just the blackness around you.

But you felt safe.

“Where the hell am i?” you asked out loud, not really expecting an answer. 

You couldn’t see anything, but that didn’t stop you from walking around. Each step was painful at first, but the more you walked, the easier it was. 

“Please don’t die, please don’t die” a voice said and you recognised it as Agatha’s. Her voice sounded too far. You turned around but couldn’t see anything. 

“Aggie?” you said, but no one answered.

“AGGIE!” you yelled. Nothing.

“You can’t do this to me, love. Please, please don’t leave me” She said and she sounded so desperate, so lost, so broken. It was heartbreaking and you just wanted to hold her in your arms, whisper in her ear that you were fine and you wouldn’t leave her. You just wanted to save her. But you weren’t even sure how to save yourself.

Memories came back to you in that moment. You walking to your house, already thinking of the recipe you would use for the cake. Billy and Tommy walking by your sides, milk and bread on their arms. The explosion. The pain. You telling them to run and hide. The hole in your chest as you ran to your house. The second wave of pain. Agatha’s voice behind you. Agatha. Then Blackness.

You sat on the floor, trying to solve your own mystery. 

“What did Wanda do to me?” you thought, but then frowned. “No, she didn’t do anything. She couldn’t. I’m supposed to be safe from magic” 

Your blood was supposed to protect you. Then what the hell happened? You remembered when you and Agatha met. She used her magic on you, but she didn’t mean any harm, so your blood allowed her magic to touch you. 

Wanda wasn’t trying to hurt you at all. There was not an evil intention. It was an accident. Is that why your blood didn’t protect you? But then, there have been a lot of accidents in your life, living with a witch could be dangerous sometimes, especially when she was practicing the strongest spells. But you have always been protected even from the harmful accidents.

“You just hate me, don’t you?” you asked, to no one but referring to your blood. Then frowned again “great, now i’m talking to my fucking blood. Focus Y/N!”

“wake up, just wake up!” Agatha’s voice said and you knew she was crying. For a moment, you felt her sadness, she was scared. But suddenly, it changed to something more dangerous. Rage.  “Let her go. NOW!” She growled at someone. 

“I- i can’t” another voice said “I- i don’t know what’s happening. I didn’t do anything!” you recognised this second voice too. Wanda. And she was scared, though you didn’t know if it was because of what happened to you or because she felt Agatha’s fury.

“You have three seconds to let my wife go” Agatha warned and you blinked. 

Wife? you weren’t even married. You felt your heart jumping and couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your face. Has Agatha been thinking of marriage? You two have been together for too long that it didn’t seem necessary, but the fact that she had thought about it meant the world for you. She was so sweet.

“FOCUS!” a third voice said and you jumped. It wasn’t your voice, it wasn’t Agatha’s, it wasn’t Wanda’s. In fact, you didn’t recognise this one. Unlike Agatha’s or Wanda’s, this voice sounded like the owner was there with you. But you were alone. 

“What the-” 

“FOCUS Y/N!” the voice scolded you and you turned around, trying to see who was talking. 

“Who are you?!” You asked, a little worried.

“There will be enough time for that conversation, but right now, you need to wake up” it said. 

“Wake up?” you frowned. 

“You’re trapped in your mind” the voice simply said and you felt your heart stopping. 

Your mind. You were on your mind?! Well, that actually explained some things, and it made sense, since Wanda has been doing it to the rest of Westview for a long time now. But Agatha had told you that it was painful, that the people being mind controlled were in agony at all times. Then why were you fine?

“Because the magic was too powerful outside. Here, I can protect you from the pain better” the voice said and you were just too confused.

“protect me? Who are you?” you asked again

“No time! You have to wake up, or you’re gonna stay here forever” it said. You swore you heard it behind you.

“Let. Her. Go” Agatha growled and you knew her patience was gone. 

“Your wife’s about to destroy everything” the voice said and you smiled. Of course your Aggie would destroy the world for you. Gosh, you loved her. “Can you please focus on waking up? You can be a lesbian later. Hurry up!” it urged you and you rolled your eyes. 

“Can’t see why i can’t do both” you joked, then sighed “alright, Casper, tell me how to wake up”.

______________

Wanda’s eyes widened on fear. She didn’t want any of this to happen! She was just trying to have a good life with her family, but Vision wasn’t listening and she lost control for a moment. She didn’t want to hurt you! But the woman in front of her didn’t hear. This wasn’t Agnes, her friend. This was a woman totally different, and she was fucking scary.

Agatha carefully let your body on the floor, fully turning to Wanda, her purple magic getting stronger with her fury.

“You can kidnap an entire town” she said “you can control your puppets and hurt them if you want”

Wanda stepped back. What was she talking about? She wasn’t hurting anyone! right? The older witch’s eyes were glowing purple as the strings of magic around her floated closer to Wanda.

“But you. Can’t. Touch. My. Wife” Agatha growled and blasted the other woman with her magic. Wanda screamed as she was thrown away. A purple rope wrapped around her ankle and she felt herself being pulled to a nearby house. She tried to fight back, but the other witch didn't let her, throwing her from a building to another too quickly for her to form any spell. 

Agatha watched as she kept throwing Wanda, her rage blinding her to the rest of the world. 

She had been at the other side of the city when she felt your pain. She flew as fast as she could, but when she arrived at your side, you were already lying on the floor.  

She quickly kneeled beside you, taking you in her arms. She called your name, but you were unconscious. She was so scared. She tried to use her magic to wake you up, but it didn't work. She prayed and begged you to wake up, but your pulse was getting weaker and weaker. 

No, she couldn't lose you. 

The witch felt her tears rolling down her cheeks and her rage blooming on her chest as she turned to Wanda. That stupid woman. 

She was the scarlet witch, a powerful being, practically a myth among witches. 

But she made the mistake of hurting you, and Agatha didn't care if she was supposed to be more powerful than her. 

She. Would. Pay.

Deep inside, Agatha was furious at herself. She shouldn’t have let your side, she should have protected you. She shouldn’t have brought you here in the first place. She was too desperate to make you immortal, to find a way to be with you forever. She just wanted to share her infinite with you. 

But she ended up putting you in danger, probably even killing you. The thought broke her heart and the tears were blinding her at this point. She just wanted to love you and ended up losing you.

“Aggie” a whisper came behind her and she freezed. She slowly turned to see you trying to open your eyes. 

Her mind went blank, quickly forgetting all her rage, her sadness and everything else. She didn’t see Wanda falling unconscious when her purple magic finally released her.

“Y/N?” she said, quickly flying to your side. She kneeled and took you in her arms carefully, watching your face frowning as you fought the light. Her heart was racing. 

“Y/N, love?” she said again and you groaned, finally opening your eyes. 

It took you a moment to realise where the hell were you this time, having used a lot of your strength to fight Wanda’s magic and break free from your own mind. 

“That Casper fellow was a good help” you thought. You felt something wet and warm hitting your cheek, making you turn to the person holding you. Agatha’s face was painted with concern as her tears hit your face. But her eyes were what catched your attention. They were full of hope, fear, anger and most importantly, love. 

Hope that you were alive, fear that it wouldn’t be for too long, angry that she didn’t protect you. But above all, love,  love for you.

“Hey, periwinkle” you whispered and smiled, slowly raising your hand to her face. Agatha gave you a teary smile for the pet name, it had been a long time since the last time you called her that. 

“Y/N” she whispered and closed her eyes when you caressed her cheek. She was afraid you would disappear at any moment.

“shhh, i’m here dear. I’m here” you promised and gently pulled her face to yours. She happily met your lips and her heart felt a little less broken. She kissed you as if her life depended on it, not wanting to let you go for a second. 

You pressed your forehead to hers when you broke the kiss and watched as relief painted her beautiful face. It amazed you the love she had for you. Agatha locked eyes with you and kissed you again. and again...and again. 

You giggled when you finally stopped her, putting your hand on her shoulder. She looked at you worried. 

“As much as i want to fucking kiss all of you, even your shadow, i can’t do it on the street” you half joked and she chuckled, tears still rolling down her face. You wiped them away and pecked her lips again.

Agatha smiled and carefully carried you. She took you to your home and left you on the couch, ready to look for any injuries you might have. You smiled at her, loving how her hands felt on your skin and how gentle she was with you. When she made sure you didn’t have  any serious injuries, she looked back at your face. She gasped and you winked.

You were wide smiling, showing her your teeth.

Your fangs were long again.