#anyways I think what I wrote was good? And I like it? So I am sharing it

[gf2bellamy]

Hii! I am in love with your writing! Specially the sunshine!reader x Spencer, I don’t know if you are taking new requests, if you aren’t feel free to completely ignore this, but I would love to see your take in one of the BAU member (maybe Emily) sort of call out Spencer in the “soft spot” he has for reader. And he’s all like I don’t???? But ofc they would notice this bc 1. They are profilers 2. They just know him. I can imagine Emily’s speech on how it’s ok to let people in and how she thinks they would be good for each other 🥰 or idk something better you can come up

Anyways I just want to thank you for sharing your writing with us 🤍✨

good — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: postprison!spencer so mentions of insecurities in regards to that a/n: hiii !! this is such a wonderful idea <3 i wasnt entirely sure if you wanted post!prison spencer but i thought it fit your request best so i hope thats alright !! <33

Emily narrowed her eyes as she studied the scene unfolding before her. There you and Spencer were, sitting close together in the back of the jet.

Spencer was leaning in slightly, helping you solve a crossword puzzle. She watched as his fingers brushed yours gently when he took the pen from your hand, as he wrote the next answer. You glanced up at him, as if you weren't sure whether to be grateful or flustered. 

He’d practically solved the whole thing in the blink of an eye, but instead of simply finishing it, he waited for you to catch up, his gaze flickering to yours every so often with a small, encouraging smile. 

Emily couldn’t help but shake her head as she looked out the window again.

It wasn’t the first time she had seen the two of you like this—closer than anyone else on the team. She could see it in Spencer’s eyes—he had a soft spot for you, no question. The way he took his time with you, how he tried to make you laugh or ease your stress, it was so different from how he interacted with the rest of them.

And as much as she had grown to appreciate the dynamic, Emily had to admit, she was getting tired of watching both of you dance around the obvious.

Emily couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Spencer smile this much, this freely. It had been a long road since his release from prison, and though he was slowly piecing himself back together, it was clear that you played a significant role in his recovery.

The way he would light up at the smallest of gestures from you, or the way he would seek out your company without hesitation—it was a refreshing change.

Her thoughts were interrupted by your laughter—loud and genuine—as Spencer cracked a joke about one of the crossword clues.

Emily’s eyes flicked to the two of you just in time to see your shoulder brush against his, your body language open, comfortable.

But it wasn’t just your laughter that caught Emily’s attention—it was the look Spencer gave you in that moment. His eyes lingered on you, soft and warm. Emily noticed the way his lips curled upward ever so slightly.

Emily sighed inwardly, leaning her head against the seat. She wasn't sure what either of you were waiting for, but she hoped, for both of your sakes, that you would stop pretending like nothing was happening between you.

The next instance was when Emily had had enough.

The moment you and Spencer walked into the bullpen together, Emily's gaze immediately locked onto the way he had a hand resting casually on the small of your back.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She knew she wasn’t imagining it—there was no mistaking the way Spencer was always hovering just a little bit closer to you, the way his body seemed to naturally gravitate toward yours. 

“Do you want some coffee?” Spencer asked you. You hesitated for a moment as you approached your desk, dropping your bag down with a soft sigh.

You glanced at the stack of files waiting for you. “Yes, I have like 20 files to get through,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m going to need that coffee.” 

Spencer smiled. “I’ll make you one,” he said, his tone soft as he set his own bag down on his desk. He didn’t waste a moment before heading toward the break room, but not before he threw one last comment over his shoulder. “I’ll help you with some of your files later.” 

He didn’t wait for your response, though Emily could already predict what it would have been—a quick “No, that’s fine.”

You didn’t want him to do too much for you, but Spencer had this way of offering help, and even though you would have rather tackled the work yourself, you knew it would have been pointless to argue with him. 

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to slip out as you watched him leave. You turned your attention back to the files, your hand instinctively covering your mouth to keep yourself from letting out the giggle that bubbled up in your chest. 

Emily saw her opportunity and took it.

Without hesitation, she walked into the breakroom, where Spencer was carefully pulling two mugs from the cupboard.

One was your favorite—white with a print of Snoopy lying on his red doghouse. Spencer had gotten it for you on your birthday after overhearing you talk about how much you loved Snoopy as a kid.

The other mug was his—bright yellow, with an image of Woodstock perched happily on a branch. 

That one had been your gift to him. 

Emily still remembered the way Spencer had reacted when he unwrapped it, his fingers brushing over the design as realization dawned on his face.

“Snoopy and Woodstock have to stay together,” you had said with a grin, eyes twinkling with amusement. 

For a moment, he had just stared at the mug, lips parted as if he couldn’t quite find the words. Then, without thinking, he had pulled you into a tight hug. You had stiffened for half a second, caught off guard, before melting into his embrace.

Emily had caught the entire moment from across the room, sharing an exasperated look with JJ. The two of you were so painfully oblivious to what was right in front of you.

Now, standing in the breakroom, she cleared her throat.

“Morning, Spencer,” Emily greeted, reaching for a cup of her own. 

Spencer, clearly lost in his own thoughts, blinked at her before nodding. “Morning, Emily.”

He carefully poured coffee into the Snoopy mug first, taking his time, as if it was second nature to prepare yours before his own. 

“Have a good weekend?” she asked casually, watching him with thinly veiled curiosity. 

He glanced at her briefly before continuing his task. “Yeah. I was happy to have some days off,” he said with a small nod, carefully placing your cup aside before starting on his own. “You?” 

“Yeah. Thanks,” Emily replied, swirling her own coffee absentmindedly. She was biding her time, figuring out the best way to ease into the conversation she really wanted to have. 

“Did you do anything fun?” she asked, the question innocent enough but leading somewhere more intentional. 

Spencer shook his head. “Not really.” 

Emily hummed. “You know, you should do something fun.” 

Spencer finally glanced at her, a little suspicious now. He knew Emily too well to think she was just making small talk. She wasn’t one for casual, meaningless conversation. 

She didn’t say anything else right away, though. Instead, she took a slow sip of her coffee, eyes drifting through the breakroom window, settling on you. 

You were sitting at your desk, chewing absentmindedly on the end of a pencil, clearly lost in thought. Your brows were furrowed as you studied whatever was in front of you, your lips pursed slightly.

It was such a small, unconscious habit, but Spencer had noticed it long ago. He had seen you do it a dozen times when you were concentrating, and for some reason, it was something he always found himself captivated by. 

Emily turned her gaze back to Spencer, and—just as she expected—his eyes were already on you. 

And then, just as quickly as he had let himself get lost in the sight of you, he pulled himself away, dropping his gaze back to his coffee as if it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world. 

Emily smirked. Gotcha. 

“She’s good for you, you know,” Emily said, her voice softer now. 

Spencer’s grip tightened slightly around the handle of his mug. He stared at her for a moment. 

Then, just as quickly, he looked away again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered. 

Emily chuckled. “Spencer.” 

He sighed, shaking his head, but Emily could tell he wasn’t annoyed. Just… hesitant. 

“You should tell her,” she said, shrugging. 

Spencer swallowed, his fingers twitching slightly where they rested against the counter. “It’s not that simple,” he finally admitted. 

Emily tilted her head. “Why not?” 

Spencer didn’t answer. Not immediately, anyway. But he didn’t have to. 

Emily already knew. 

She knew Spencer was afraid. Afraid of ruining what he had with you. Afraid that you didn’t feel the same way. Afraid that, after everything he’d been through, he wasn’t allowed to have something good. 

"She likes you too, you know that, right?" 

Spencer stilled, the metal spoon clinking softly against the ceramic mug as he hesitated. Emily’s words hung in the air between them, impossible to ignore. 

His grip on the spoon tightened slightly before he forced himself to continue stirring his coffee, feigning indifference.

“You don’t know that,” he muttered, his voice quieter than before. 

Emily huffed. “Spencer, you’re a genius. Do you really expect me to believe that you haven’t noticed the way she looks at you? The way she leans into you when you talk, the way she lights up when you’re around?” She tilted her head, eyes sharp as she studied him. “She likes you, Spencer. And you like her. So why are you making this so complicated?” 

Spencer swallowed, staring down into the dark liquid in his mug. “Because… because what if I ruin it?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but Emily heard him. 

Her expression softened slightly. “You won’t.” 

Spencer let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “You don’t know that either.” 

Emily sighed. She could see it now—the self-doubt, the hesitation, the fear that had been planted deep within him after everything that had happened. After losing so much.

He was afraid of getting too close, afraid that if he let himself have this, it would eventually be taken from him, just like everything else. 

Her voice gentled. “Spence, it’s okay to let her in.” 

He glanced up at her then, his eyes conflicted, torn between hope and uncertainty. 

“She’s already in,” Emily continued. “You just haven’t let yourself admit it yet.” 

Spencer exhaled, his shoulders slumping slightly.

He wanted to believe her. He wanted to let himself have this—have you. But that lingering fear, that quiet voice in the back of his mind, kept telling him that if he did, he’d lose you too. 

Emily must have sensed his hesitation because she suddenly reached over and took the spoon from his hand, placing it on the counter with a firm clink. 

“Talk to her,” she said simply. “Or don’t. But don’t sit here and pretend like this doesn’t exist. Because we both know it does.” 

Spencer stared at her, then down at the two mugs once again.

Snoopy and Woodstock.

A pair that was always meant to be together. 

And then, before Emily could say anything else, he grabbed both mugs and walked out of the breakroom—straight toward you. 

Emily watched as Spencer placed the coffee in front of you. You barely even glanced at the mug before flashing him a wide, grateful smile as you wrapped your hands around the warm ceramic.

Spencer’s lips quirked into a soft smile, his eyes lingering on you a little longer than necessary. Emily caught the way his fingers twitched at his side, the way he hesitated—as if debating something in his head. Then, as if gathering every ounce of courage he had, he took a deep breath. 

And then—he said something. 

Emily couldn’t hear it from where she stood, but whatever it was made you freeze. Your mouth dropped open slightly, eyes widening in surprise. 

For a brief, agonizing second, Spencer looked like he regretted saying it, his expression shifting into something nervous, almost panicked. His fingers flexed at his sides, waiting for you to react. 

Then, suddenly—your face broke into a huge smile. 

A real one. The kind that made your eyes crinkle at the corners. The kind that held no hesitation, no uncertainty. The kind that answered whatever question Spencer had just asked. 

You nodded. Quickly. Eagerly. Almost as if you couldn’t believe it had taken this long. 

And Spencer—who had been watching you anxiously—grinned. A wide, relieved, genuine grin. 

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, his whole body seeming to relax. His fingers tapped lightly against his leg before he instinctively reached up to push his hair behind his ear, a nervous habit that Emily had seen a million times before.

Only this time, it was different. 

This time, he was happy. 

He glanced at Emily from the side, as if checking to see if she had seen everything unfold. 

Emily, still watching, simply smirked and shot him a small, knowing smile. 

Finally. 

[ofeliaxoxo]

A prompt for you: Charlos, jealousy

Yesss jealousy trope of all TIME unironically my favourite scenario

Hope you enjoy this! Wrote it a bit on the fly because I’m sick in bed ignoring responsibilities

He’s not even gracious in victory. The usual post-win glow is absent, no movie star smile pulled back to reveal his perfect teeth. The nice way his eyes crinkle up, so you can believe in it, the whole idea, how lovely he is.

Charles, Carlos could say, give me a smile. You’re so beautiful, you’re so talented. You beat us all today. Why do you look so angry?

“Congratulations,” he actually says, keeps the jealousy out of his voice although only the stupidest idiot could imagine it not to exist. “That was a great drive, mate.”

“Thank you. You too, you have done well.”

Oh?

“You were very happy, no? I saw you celebrate it with Alex.”

God. Like being told, no come on, you did a good job too, upset with himself as a child about second place. And he was, no, he is happy. They managed P4 and P5, a ridiculous result, practically a win, leagues ahead of where he thought he’d be this year. James nearly cried, hugged Carlos close and said I can’t believe it and then shook his head, taking it back, insisting that he knew they would succeed.

So he is happy, even though here Charles is, sodden with champagne, the actual winner of everything.

Maybe he’d seen when they’d gotten out of their cars and Carlos, without thinking about it, had pulled Alex in, squeezed him, thumping him on the back, trying to impart some of what he was feeling into his teammate. Alex swayed pleasingly when Carlos thwacked him, giggling, whole face scrunched up in delighted amusement the way it does.

Carlos likes him, the way he laughs so easily, gets stuck on his words and then enjoys it when Carlos leads them back into the path charted out for them by the cue cards.

And then a photo with the team, their names in big letters, Carlos and Alex, P4 and P5, all the mechanics with their fists raised in the air, cheering in victory although really there was no victory. But Carlos is happy, isn’t going to lose the feeling.

And now Charles, red and obvious against all the Williams blue.

Alex hasn’t left, has just stepped into his own garage instead of outside where everyone is milling around, where Carlos had been gathering himself.

“Yes, a good result for me and Alex, for the team. We are happy.”

Interview mode. Charles won’t notice, anyway.

“You and Alex work together well.”

“Do you want me to go and get him? I think he is not busy.”

Charles has got his podium cap in his hand. He always makes these things into a huge show, much bigger than anyone else, every time, curtsying and waving and simpering at the crowd like an actress being given a present.

“No, I - no. I am going. I wanted to invite you, to come tonight.”

Sitting at Charles’s table, partying for Charles’s win. He doesn’t have to, anymore, no one could ever expect him to. The galling thing, the disgusting little twist, is that he wants to. Would be happy there, in the circle. Carlos can see himself, sitting next to him, close close close, the nearness of Charles’s face, the thickness of his eyelashes, the smell of his cologne, how fun he is when he’s in a good mood. How Carlos could drape an arm across his shoulders, let it fall heavy on the hard muscle there.

“Sorry, we are flying this evening. And I think there will be dinner with the team, first.”

James’s obvious delight to look forward to. Carlos and Alex are turning the team around.

“You are flying together?”

He must’ve had too much champagne on the podium. Or the rocky battle with Max in lap fifty has scrambled his brain. He’s seriously not acting right for someone who should be floating, shouldn’t even be listening to what Carlos is saying.

“Yes. Are you ok, Charles?”

“Charlie! Come to show us what a real winner looks like, I assume,” Alex is here again, with a reassuringly cheerful grin. He comes up to stand by Carlos, unworrying in his personal space.

Finally, the pretty laugh, for Alex, the glance down and then back up. Does he know he does it?

“I will see you later, mate,” he announces, claps hands with Alex, turns to leave, makes sure to remind Charles he is the best, to see if that will lift his inexplicable mood, “enjoy your party, eh, Charles, don’t go too crazy!”

[my-castles-crumbling]

Fun little fact, I never read or watch Harry Potter.

One day my little cousin forced me to take a test , like , 3 times. (2 Slytherin 1 ravenclaw, I am proud)

And then I absulately didn't know what those words meant and looked them up, saw Gryffindor etc. then while reading a fanfic about superbat, I saw a Hogwarts au, so I said why not. Then it was good, didn't understand half of the things about the universe and magic but it was still enjoyable.

Then I went to the authors page and saw that he wrote a story about a star deity falls in love with the moon deity (Greek gods inspired).

Then since I love mythology I said why not.

Then I started reading their works. And then others. And I learned all the things about marauders.

(it was a wolfstar fic obviously)

Anyway.

Then I thought teddy and Harry etc were just common names to give OCS in this universe for kids (for example Hugo and Emma for miraculous fandom)

And it turns out the main characters aren't James potter and his friends?

I didn't know that. I am not on socials except Tumblr and I only use here to write, I don't look at posts much except a few blogs.

So I was completely unaware of HP.

Wth-

Hahahaha I love hearing the backwards stories of people joining the fandom. Like I think it's been long enough now since the original books came out now that people are discovering the marauders completely separately from HP and that's so weird but also so COOL because then JKR gets no credit for it and I love that.

[chickensoup1025]

ddvauau - letter in the mail (mild nsfw mentions)

(with @bluebblurry)

Grian was texting Scar good morning while he walked down their driveway to check on the mail.

Scar was visiting his family for a week but they still texted back and forth like crazy.

He hit send on the message after adding an embarrassing amount of "<3"s when he saw there was a letter written to him. Not spam or coupons or taxes for once.

To Grian Solidarity at their shared address from Scar Goodtimes at his old family house.

Grian raised an eyebrow and quickly retreated inside to open it. He found a piece of paper along with a folded picture that he held off opening.

My Dearest Grian,

Off to a good start, he supposed, settling comfortably on the couch.

I am writing this letter to you because I miss you so so much! I know that's silly to say as we've been texting all this time and I literally just got off the phone with you (you know the call),

Grian felt his face heat up at the memory. It was only three days ago he had called Scar and they ended up having sex over FaceTime. Grian fell asleep on the call but it seems Scar instead wrote a letter.

I guess to say I "got off the call" is incorrect though as I can still see your absolutely adorable sleeping face as I write this. I love you and I miss you and I can't wait to see you next and be able to hold you while you sleep instead of just watch. Hm, normally in a letter I guess I'd have to start talking about what's happening in my life but you already know everything! I'll just have to tell you about my super handsome roommate then!

Grian rolled his eyes fondly and flipped the paper over to continue reading on the back.

He's the best person I know. We moved in together just two months ago now but I'm so happy we got a place together that we can call a home. He's my best friend and to tell you the truth: I'm in love with him!

Grian didn't know why he was blushing. His boyfriend was just way too cute.

I think he likes me, too, Grian. Isn't that exciting?! He's brilliant and beautiful and super sexy and very kind! I think you'd get on well. Anyway that's enough of that! I'm rambling in letter form which is pretty annoying to do cause my hand is starting to hurt.

Grian chuckled.

I'll wrap it up. I love you and I can't wait for the next time I come home for you to be by my side. I hope you like this letter! <33333 PS: I left you a picture too! xox

Grian's heart felt so full as he finished reading the love(?) letter. It was oddly thoughtful and absolutely adorable.

He carefully put it to the side and unfolded the picture, half expecting a dick pic as he knew Scar's humor.

Not that he would mind-

Instead, it was a photo of Scar (fully dressed) surrounded by his family. Grandparents, his mom, uncles, aunts, cousins. They all looked so happy. On the back of the picture in the corner Grian found the words, "I had them all say Hi Grian! instead of cheese".

It was silly, it was simple, it was cute, and Grian wished desperately to one day stand next to Scar in a photo like that with both their families together.

One day.

[nalascat]

Plasmashipping Fanfiction Reccomendations

Hi!! I have been obsessed with plasma since about late 2017 and at that time I probably read just about every plasma fanfic known to man. or the fandom. Or whatever

ANYWAY. here's a list of my favorites!!! it's been a while for a lot of them so. Yeagh.

Your Fault, My Fault, Whatever by whichlights

It was all Jay's fault, really. Kai refused to think about his own part in this whole mess, because it was so much easier to pin it all on Jay. - News reporters catch sight of Kai and Jay trying wedding cakes, and get the idea they're engaged, which is funny, hilarious even, except... they're not even dating?

starting off strong with the fanfic that probably literally changed my brain chemistry at age 14 and is the reason I got so attached to plasma. I read this probably a billion times and I am almost certain my writing style came from or started from this fic.

I LOVE fake engagement/dating aus and this fic is literally the reason I have like 5 in my wips for other fandoms. it's so good and it had me hooked every single time I reread it. I believe I owe it a reread soon.

Earbuds by Reddshoes

(Podfic)

The city of Ninjago is protected by the six ninja: Green, Red, Blue, Gray, Black, and White. Kai loves working as the Red Ninja, and honors the bonds he's formed with his teammates more than anything else. Things start to get complicated after he accidentally discovers Blue's identity- and, after he realizes Blue doesn't recognize him, a little awkward as well. Along with all of this, a new criminal organization on the rise is pushing the strength of the ninja's bonds, threatening them to fall apart.

So uh basically ninjago is gotham now and miraculous ladybug-inspired identity hiding hijinks ensue. (ok hand emoji)

Okay, can't have a plasma fic rec list without Earbuds. I was following along with this fic as it was being posted and I was OBSESSED. It is brilliantly written and the au that Reddshoes has built is just??? *chefs kiss*

If I were to say which fic defined plasma, I would say that THIS. this is the one, guys.

STUTTER? by whichlights

Kai's way too unfairly cute.

Another fic by whichlights! This one is short but it's super super sweet!! They are everything to me

Also I am very upset that that animation meme is private. Dude I remember watching it over and over and over.

Dumb by FroggyBowtie

It was so sure. So excited and so full of love. Was Kai that dumb for taking it as genuine? He shook his head, he'd think about all that later. When he'd be alone and it'd be too dark to tell if tears were shed.

proposal scene fic! angsty but very very good. loveeeeee the angst u can drag from the scene and FroggyBowtie did it excellently!

Would you be the Yin to my Yang? by suluswife

(Podfic)

Would you be the Yin to my Yang?

God, how Kai hated those words.

I'm allowed to add one of my own fics and this is my favorite of what I wrote forever ago. another s10 proposal fic and ALSO angsty oops sorry. that's all I gotta say here

Flowers and Electricity by That_Girl_Who_Is_WAY_Too_Cheerful

The ninja have returned from the First Realm and Kai can't work out how he feels about anyone anymore.

(Or, Kailor and Jaya crumbles due to time apart and Kai finds himself considering Jay as an option)

AGH!!! this one is also super super sweet. this is one of those ones I can remember reading and it made me very happy gah!! Yes Kai go give Jay ur flowers

When your love rival is a frog by lem0n_shark

(Podfic)

Jay loves frogs. Kai does not. (some good ole movieverse plasma for the soul)

Kyle. I think about Kyle sometimes. Kai ur out here pissed at a frog. Calm down.

The PINING in this fic is excellent. And also I was simultaneously rooting for Kai and the Frog at the same time. Oopsies

HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T by ranvirn47

Kai is really bad at skating. And who better to teach him than Jay? But when the boy who's teaching him often makes him feel weak in the knees, the wheels on his feet aren't what's giving him the most trouble standing. - aka disaster gay Kai + skates = a bad time

the REQUIRED trope for plasma? Rollerskating date. This one is written perfectly and they're skating and THEY'RE IN LOVE!!!

sparks by plasmara

when ninjago city, a city where nothing ever happens, suddenly undergoes a rapid technological transformation, all of its citizens are pleasantly surprised. but when people start disappearing, especially those speaking out about the AI that’s taken over their lives, the FBI suspects something darker at play. so they send in their two best agents to infiltrate the city’s new high-tech world, and uncover the truth. but as they dig deeper into this mysterious city and its sudden transformation, they uncover a lot more than they bargained for — with the case, and each other. aka plasma undercover agents as husbands do their jobs and fall in love in the process bc I’m a sucker for fake dating/marriage to lovers

AND!!! Finishing off this list with the fanfic that has wholeheartedly dragged me right back to where I belong in my place as a plasmashipper.

Another "fake" au and this time they are fake married and they're both PINING and dude I am in love here. AND we have a whole mystery and EVERYTHING

This one has kept me on the EDGE of my seat since I started following along and every time I see it update, I SPRINT to go read it. And that reminds me. I have to go read the newest chapter ehhee

[the-wxter-is-fine]

Okay lukewarm take but I need to get it out of my system *hands you old blood-splattered knife that was used to kill nuns* I am tired of the largely agreed upon ideology that James Potter is this sunshine golden people-pleasing emotionally mature kid who is understanding and empathetic and kind and heroic and yada yada. He isn't one of my faves but... He was immature and spoiled goddamn it! He was raised in a LOVING rich pureblood household where throughout his childhood he was probably given everything and anything he broke was fixed using a magical stick. He was just as immature and rash and reckless as Sirius! He certainly didn't have the emotional maturity to understand both sides of Regulus and Sirius' broken relationship at that young age, a headcanon that is shared by a large portion of the fandom and is a basis for Jegulus' blooming relationship in many fics. He would only know Sirius' side and how SIRIUS got hurt by it. Leaving his family, that is. James would HATE Regulus, because he's bigoted pretentious blood-purist stuck-up selfish weak and everything that Sirius tells him he is. James also wouldn't understand that by constantly pursuing Lily he made her uncomfortable, just like he didn't understand that what he did to Snape was borderline harassment. By making James into a sunshine humble boy you are making his character one-dimensional. He was cocky and self-assured and didn't always understand that the things he said or did actually hurt people!

And Regulus? NO ONE gets under James' skin quite like Regulus can. Jegulus is literally the blueprint for enemies to lovers and I mourn the loss everyday. I'm talking glares across the hallways, jibes and insults when they brush shoulders, constant arguments, quidditch rivals, threats to unalive each other all that shit. Tension crackles when they enter a room. If everyone knew Jily would happen someday, no one could ever in their wildest dreams imagine Jegulus.

Now back to just James bc apparently this post is James-centric. I think the aforementioned characterisation of fanon James stems from him being the perfect masculine, similar to the way Lily is seen as the perfect feminine. At the time Joanne wrote the HP book series the ideal trope was straight white hot jock x straight white hot valedictorian - basically straight out of a nineties rom-com. Canon James is handsome, smart, sporty, a bully turned good, a bit of a daredevil and a good father. Canon Lily is also beautiful, also smart, kind, take-no-shit, loyal, and a good mother. Meanwhile fanon James is sunshine, golden, perfect, mature and a people pleaser. All things we like in real men today. To me though it makes him altogether a less compelling character and, like I said, one-dimensional. Let him be awful, and let him become better. It's called character growth.

Personally, I like a Jegulus-leaning James (well, I like a Jegulus-leaning EVERYTHING), who is a bit spiky and rough around the edges from being with Regulus for so long. Who doesn't take shit from people. Like, Lily (more like the ideal of her) can show James the place the world carved out for him, a nice, normal, safe place, but Regulus can make him question everything he thought he knew.

Anyways conclusion: don't ruin potentially excellently written characters like this, be better than the terf that wrote them

[user1smvtysturniolo]

You did so good, mhm? | Chris Sturniolo

Author's note: it's been a while since I last wrote. Anyways, enjoy this banger guys, I think this the best fanfic I ever made. I literally got wet just from writing it fr. Hope you guys like it. Requests are open and comment if u wanna be on my taglist!

Summary: You go to college and are an academically smart, perfectionist student. Making you over-stress over your grades, you work and study so hard for several tests, after a long week of really tough exams, you feel very tired and still low-key stressed. Chris, notices how tense you are and wants to help you out...

Trigger Warning: nipple sucking, handjob, blow job, unprotected p in v, pet names, oral f!receiving...

"Baby, u good?" He said as he looked at you, he came over like usual after a long time of not seeing eachother. We were both sitting on the edge of the bed. As Chris talked about his week, but you were too tired to listen or pay attention. You were staring blankly at nothingness.

I blinked as he called my name, "Oh, y-yeah... wait what?" I said acting like I was listening to him and to be honest I barely heard him. "I said, are you okay?" Chris spoke. I rolled my eyes, just as I opened my mouth to answer him, he interrupted me "don't give me that attitude, sweetheart" he said sarcastically as he got closer to me, invading my personal space. "Chris, I'm not in the mood of jokes right now" I spoke as I put my hand in his shoulder, trying to trying to push him away.

"Oh, you're not?" He said as he checked my facial expressions, noticing how exhausted I am. "Let me..." he said as he placed himself in my neck, kissing my neck lightly "you just," he paused for a second, caressed the back of my neck as he murmured against my ear: "you seem exhausted and tense..." he sucked in lightly, I couldn't help but gasp at the sudden move. "I could make it up for you, couldn't I?" He lightly grinned as he pulled back, searching for my gaze. I bit my lip, unsure as I looked at him, he looked so cute with those puppy eyes he was giving me. But at the same time his grin spoke dirty. He is just so... and makes me lose my mind. In my head I was thinking how I shouldn't give in so easily, but fuck.

He tucked on the hem of my top, looking at me for approval. I grabbed the back of his hair a sign for him to keep going. He removed my top, leaving me in my bra. "Missed these" he whispered as he smirked. His comment made me blush and giggle, he grabbed my cheek reassuringly as he kissed me gently. While his other hand reached my back, tracing lines. Leaving shivers through my body, making me whimper against his lips. My sounds making enough space for his tongue to enter.

We started making out, at first it was a slow-burn. But things quickly became hotter when he unclasped my bra. Both hands quickly traveled to my tits, twisting my nipples. I was tucking harder on his hair, making him groan against my lips. We both had to pull out to catch our breath. He laid me down on the bed, and started kissing my nipples. "Fuck, didn't notice how hard your nipples were" he groaned as he got to properly look at my nipples. Continuing his pace, his mouth was sucking in one tit while the other touching my other nipple. I was getting so much more needy and uncontrollably started letting out broken moans, while unconsciously rocked my hips against him... and I, gasped when I felt it.

A groan escaped his lips as he noticed I felt it. "You're so worked up already, huh?" I murmured, my hand making it's way down, and pressed against his clothed hard dick and I bit back a moan. He moaned quietly, as his movements stopped, both arms on the side of my head in the pillow. He thought I didn't notice his quiet moan, but I did and I giggled. His gaze made his way to mine. "So, now you're gonna tease me?" He touched my lower lip as he proceeded to gently kissed my lips. "Weren't I supposed to make you mine?" He asked with a slight grin as one of his fingers made it's way to my clit and pressed hard. "Fuck, Chris" I whimpered. "You'll let daddy take care of you? Or do you wanna be my ma?"

His dirty talk made me get more wet. He's so the type of guy to talk me through it and I'm in for it. "Wanna be yours, daddy" I answered, matching his flirty tone as I smirked knowing how much the nickname turns him on. "You're gonna make me lose it" He groaned as he felt himself somehow getting harder, the loose jeans somehow becoming tighter on him. He needed release. "Does it hurt?" I asked as I looked up at him with big eyes. "So much, baby" he said his tone becoming deeper. "Let me make you feel better" I begged as my hands gripped his shoulders pulling him closer, wanting to feel it again. "No, sweetheart. Now it's about you" he answered but I quickly shook my head.

"Wanna touch it and suck it, pleaase" I begged in a baby voice knowing how crazy that drives him. He groaned as he nodded and removed his pants not being able to handle this anymore, it hurted so bad. He sat on the edge of the bed with his boxers, and I positioned myself down on the floor. I saw his underwear, it was so hard, visible and a little wet with pre-cum. I quickly removed the underwear and his cock sprung out. "Wow, didn't know you were this big" I looked up as I grinned, before he could even respond my thumb quickly went to the tip drawing lines on his slit, his pre-cum making my thumb move easily. He threw his head back while my other hand went to his shaft, jerking him off, slowly. He slowly started to moan, his hands gripped the sheets tightly. When I noticed his pleasure my lips quickly went to his tip. My tongue sucking all the pre-cum left.

He couldn't help it anymore he started moaning louder at the same pace my hand moved. As I noticed he was closer I removed my hand and looked up at him. Earning a loud groan and a pouty face. "Don't stop, I'm closeee" he whined wanting more. Without answering him I quickly grabbed his thighs for support and sucked his dick in. He gasped loudly, breathless groan came out as he gripped the back of my hair instead to guide me. My hips unconsciously thrusting against the floor, my pussy getting wetter.

He looked down and saw my mouth taking him in and out, the inner of my cheeks burning and eyes watering. Fuck he could cum only from my sight. He started praising me as I continued to bob my head. I felt his cock twitching in my mouth knowing he was close. "I'm cumming, oh. Ahh" he moaned and I quickly removed my mouth, starting to jerk him off helping him ride off his high. My movements making all his white loads land in my chest.

"You're the most hot slut I've ever met" he smirked as he said that. Seeing how fucked up I looked: cheeks and eyes red and watery, the side of my lips with a mix of cum and saliva, lips swollen and my whole chest/abdomen covered in his release. "Need to fuck you, now." He said as he felt himself getting hard again from only the sight. He grabbed me and laid me on the bed. He removed my skirt, leaving me only in my pink panties. His tongue started licking the release I had on my chest. I was looking down at him, and his movements were probably the hottest thing I seen. Hypnotized looking at him. "Want it from the back?" He said pulling me out of my trance. "What?" I murmured and he grinned as he spread my legs and started rubbing my thighs.

"I said, do you want it from the back?" He whispered against my ear. "Just wanna be yours, please" I whispered, tired of the teasing. My pussy was begging for something more. He hummed at my response as he bit my earlobe. "I like how you're being so patient and behaving so well... good girl baby" he finally started to remove my underwear. His thumb quick to press tight circles on my clit. He made his way down through kisses, and when he saw me he groaned at the sight. "Damn, you're so wet. Ready for me, huh?" He teased as he traced quick kisses on my inner thighs and then started sucking into my clit. I gasped at the sudden move and gripped his hair tightly. Two fingers made it's way down and thrusted in me. He hummed when he felt how wet and tight I was, his hum asending vibrations through my clit. His two fingers started making scissor movements on my pussy instead, preparing me for him.

He removed his lips from my clit, instead he positioned himself against me, also removing his fingers. I whimpered as he removed all pleasure. But he was quick to replace it with his cock. Quickly thrusting in, both moaning "tight, t-tight. Oh my..." he managed to mumble against my neck when he thrusted himself in me. For seconds all you could hear was us trying to catch our breath, all this being too much. We haven't fucked since a long time ago, but damn it felt so good doing this again. I gripped his hair, wanting him to start moving and he quickly started. Thrusting in and out, at first it was so slow and felt like an agonizing pain-pleasure, but as we both got lost in the fire he started going quicker. Thrusting himself all in only to pull out and all you could hear were my moans and gasps everytime he went in, so roughly.

I started rocking my hips against him, chasing for release. "I'm s'close" I whimpered. "Me too, cum with me baby." He started thrusting faster, as his thumb made it's way to my clit to make me cum faster. I moaned loudly when I felt it, all this being too much, I had to cum. "I'm c-cumming" I moaned out and came all over him, my walls clenched so tight around him, making him cum. The feeling of his white spurts in my tight, sensitive cunt me making me grip his back so tightly that it left scars. He rocked his hips, riding off our high. Then he pulled out with a groan as he laid next to me. Turning his head to look at me "y'did so good, huh? Hope I relieved some stress" he teased and I giggled as I looked back at him. He grabbed my jaw and pulled me in for a kiss. This time it felt different, so passionate and intimate. I could stay like this forever, he was my comfort place, always bringing out the best side of me.

Taglist: @ccxsturns @xoxo4chrisss @madisonb44r @courta13 @kenzieeluby @mattsfavginger @luvs4chrs @jessie-essie @thecrawlys @leila-marie4 @riggysworld @freshsturnzx @pair-of-pantaloons @riggysworld

[a-resplendent-mushroom]

FELLOW TEACHER MOOT????

i'm aiming for a slightly younger age group (and am still in school for it XD), but i do have a few ideas on how to make lessons more interesting, anyway:

when explaining concepts, have a classwide activity for them to "translate" the material into language or slang they understand. i feel like this is particularly helpful with teaching science or history; explain a concept step-by-step and let them try to figure out what's going on by having them change the wording over and over again until it's more natural and easier for them to remember. students find it really fun, especially when you let them just call out terms instead of raising their hands, but it can get really chaotic, so you have to keep a lid on it

having them read a handout and then just share any thoughts (which is best for history or reading classes, probably). this one is a bit trickier: students sometimes feel pressured to only say really "smart" observations, so they're reticent to share right off the bat, but if you already have a relaxed feel about the classroom then it'll probably work a bit better for you. you can even open the discussion by saying something about the tone or language of the reading---not the material, since if your kids had trouble understanding or just don't have any really deep observations they're just gonna avoid speaking more. the goal is to have a conversation about anything in your reading (writer's tone, word choice, if it feels pretentious or like the narrator is trying to sound smarter, things that aren't too content-based and let them open up with what they truly thought of the reading) and then tying it back to the content actually in the reading. if the writer or narrator sounds like an asshole, what are they saying in the reading that could explain the asshole-ish-ness of their tone? if they're pretentious, are they from a pretentious place? if they're really nice, what are their goals and do they reflect the tone, or is it a manipulation tactic? (i find this one is really good for not only analyzing sources, but also for implementing the skills to weigh content vs delivery in real life, which is something i think everyone should be able to do---especially kids)

it sounds like you already have this one down with the parties, but planning activities that are related to the lessons. for math, you can do color-by-numbers, and have them find the numbers by solving equations related to your content; for writing, put up something you wrote with deliberate mistakes and have them correct it together (something that also benefits from letting students call out observations, instead of having to raise their hands); for reading, you could assign small groups different sections and have them perform skits of the material, so you can show off their different interpretations and let them connect with the material; for history, you can separate them into two groups and have them "represent" two different sides of a conflict in a mock-trial situation (which is actually really fun: have them research their side themselves, even if one is obviously in the wrong, and then either set them up like they're "defending" their side or like they are representatives of their side from the time of the original conflict. you can have them put on fake accents or even costumes, and have each group argue back at one another from either side, and then go back over what actually happened during the conflict and how it ended). for science, there are a shit-ton of funny videos on the internet that help teach material (i recommend anything by They Might Be Giants for kids and School House Rock, because they write songs and animated videos about the material that you can show in class. they also work as great pneumonic devices, so even if you show it as review it could help them remember their stuff for quizzes.). you should probably check the accuracy of the material shown, though, since some of them could be out-dated or inaccurate.

i think that's all i've got for now, but i hope this was helpful!

I'M A TEACHER AND I NEED YOUR HELP!!!!

This sounds like a gofundme.

It's not a gofundme.

Basically, I'm a teacher who teaches 12-15 year olds during the weekends. It's not a paid job, it's more of a paid-volunteering gig, but I really really enjoy teaching so I've been doing it for a couple of years. However, this year, I got a promotion of sorts and bumped upto teaching from 6-8 yos to 12-15 yos.

sO.

I've had previous bad teacher experiences in the past (read: My School's Local Mafia Boss), and though I can smoothly engage little children during lessons, teenagers are a different story. ...Cuz I'm a teenager myself. Like, I'm 2-4 years older than the oldest ones in class max.

I really, really want to be a good teacher. And I'm tryingggg, but making lesson plans for older students is harder than younger students. I WAS WONDERING, do any of you have any interactive and interesting ideas for engaging classrooms??? I genuinely want to be a good teacher and nothing like the shit ones I've had in the past. I care about my students and I really want them to have fun in my classes while also genuinely learning content.

So if you have any ideas, please share them. Heck, just share something which you wish your teachers/tutors did, or something which some of your better teachers did do that worked, or even just something bad that your teachers did that I know to avoid and use an alternative.

[moeblob]

Yeah! I haven't read any fics focusing on them but I have seen that they exist! And also there's like a five sentence interaction in a fic I read ages ago that lives rent free in my brain. I think about it all the time when I draw Sixty.

[natasha-in-space]

So I'm replaying Ray's After ending rn, and it got me thinking that what I adore so much about Rika as an antagonist is just how damn scary she can be. I always found those who cause harm with good intentions (at least in their point of view) much scarier than those who hurt you with pure intention on hurting you. I think the best example of it is this CG in particular:

Look at that. Such a loving, gentle expression on her face. Probably kissing his forehead. Because she loves him. Heck, without any context, this CG looks even sweet, if you think about it. And yet, all that is while Saeyoung is forcefully sedated on a powerful concoction of drugs even a trained agent like him can't do anything about (and Saeyoung WAS definitely trained to deal with this sort of thing, hence it's mentioned that this is a 'special' kind of drugs). He looks miserable. Bags under his eyes, his expression pained and troubled, even his hair is paler than usual. All that as a direct result of her actions. But she's utterly blind to it. What's scarier, is that she knowingly shuts off her understanding of what's really happening. She's not oblivious to it at all. She just chooses not to see it that way. Simply because she doesn't want to.

Rika is the type of antagonist that will cup your cheek into her warm hand with the most loving of smiles on her face, all while you are getting elixir poured down your throat. Even whispering to you that you're doing great, that the pain will soon pass, and that she can't wait to see you reach the happiness she knows you deserve. I won't be surprised if she even cried genuine tears of compassion during some ceremonies for her believers. All while being the sole reason behind their suffering.

And that's... God, that's terrifying to me. I love that about her.

Rika Kim, they could never make me hate you

[seasonalflowerr]

24? 👀

24. Holding onto you by Twenty One Pilots "I'm taking over my body, back in control, no more shotty I bet a lot of me was lost, T's uncrossed and I's undotted I fought it a lot and it seems a lot like flesh is all I got Not anymore, flesh out the door, swat!" HIIII ELLA HIIIIII. i have. gem and pearl for you!! this is the first time i've ever written them so i'm sorry if it's not great- but i know you're a pearl fan so i thought i'd try it out :D the connection between the song and the fic is kinda... odd... it's not the most obvious. i'll probably leave an elaboration in the tags/below the fic if you're curious. but i just wrote the first scene that came to my mind after listening to the song on repeat for like half an hour and staring off into space. i hope you like it and i hope you're doing well <3 thanks for sending one in! spotify wrapped ask game

Pearl is patching a hole in an old hoodie.

She hasn’t always been the best at sewing—but she could manage enough to fix tears or pull at a seam or two. The red fabric is set in a rippled little pile in her lap. Her elbows dig into it as she works, warm and pilled and familiar. The needle pushes through it, dragging with it the only thread she had available to her: a bright green. 

Pearl could manage. It’d do the job. 

The poor thing is.. riddled with random stains. It’s torn in ten different places, the cuffs loose and coming undone in thin strips; overused, overworn. 

She couldn’t understand what compelled her to take the thing out and fix it. It’d been shoved to the bottom of a chest. Even still, the moment she touched it again, a strange comfort overcame her. It didn’t feel bad, but it didn’t feel good either. 

All Pearl knew is that a few minutes ago, she hadn’t wanted to look at it for a while. But..

She pushes, tugs the needle through again. 

The fresh green pops against the dull crimson—odd, but not unwelcome. The little lip of fabric from a decently sized tear, slowly but surely, is reattached to its original home. It isn’t straight; in fact, the whole thing looks a little janky. It must be curling underneath, not flat enough. Ironing would be useless now; the damage was done. 

A weird buzz washes over her with that. She shakes her head and refocuses. 

Push, grab, tug. Gently. Not too gently though, the needle won’t go through. 

Then, if it’s too hard, the needle could break. The thread could snap. She’ll have to start over again, and again after that for sure—she didn’t have the gentle hands, it just didn’t feel like it anymore. But she’d manage, Pearl was always very good at managing. Especially when the cards weren’t good. But she’d fix this, she’d solve it by next time and-

And.. Pearl has sufficiently thrusted the sharp point of her sewing needle unfortunately far into her finger. 

She yelps, yanking the tiny sliver of metal out and shooting her hand out, shaking it a few times out of instinct. It throbs, she bites her lip. There are a few scattered footsteps tracking across the room. Pearl glances up. 

“Pearl,” Gem says, taking a knee in front of her and grabbing the assailed hand, “Did you poke yourself?”

With a throat too tight—-when did that happen?--Pearl can’t do much but mutter something and nod. Gem’s eyes scan over her hand, nose scrunched up and eyebrows furrowed in concern. She singles out the wounded finger and sighs. 

“What did I say about being careful?”

“I-I was careful,” Pearl says, clearing her throat a bit, “It’s nothin’. Just wasn’t paying attention.”

“Well, you should do that better.” Gem smirks up at her, obviously teasing. “You could lose a finger.”

Everything feels tight in Pearl’s shoulders. Gods, she’d really gotten herself worked up. She forces a breath. Out of Gem’s pocket comes a band-aid. She unwraps it quickly, holding some of the spare wrappings in her mouth as she wraps it around Pearl’s finger, careful not to push too hard. 

“‘ere we go,” she mutters between clenched teeth before dropping the papers into her hand, speaking clearer the second time around, “All better!”

At that, Pearl’s chest tightens again. It really isn't all better—the hoodie is still in her lap. The needle is long gone. Her finger hurts. She huffs hard, like a sob was hiding in the back of her throat and she wanted to keep it there. 

“Hey. What’s up?” Gem asks, her hand resting on Pearl’s knee, “I heard ‘I’m gonna patch my hoodie’ and then silence for like.. 15 minutes.” 

Pearl avoids Gem’s gaze, thumbing at a drawstring. “Just focused.”

“Sure, Pearl.”

“What?”

“How about you look at me and tell me that?”

She doesn’t. Gem snorts. 

“Come on,” her voice softens, and she takes Pearl’s hand in hers, “I can tell you’re upset.”

When Pearl does look up, she sees Gem’s green eyes staring back at her hard. Her friend’s face holds concern, though it’s buzzing behind pink cheeks and a half-smile that feels reassuring. Out of some habit—maybe instinct, Pearl smiles a little too; not too warmly, or kindly, but bitterly.

“I can’t sew this thing.”

“No?”

“No.”

“That’s okay. There are other things you can do.”

“No- I really should fix it. It’s such a mess.”

Gem squeezes her hand. “Pearl.”

“It can’t go back into the box like this, it has to be ready for next time.”

“Next time,” Gem starts knowingly, “Isn’t in the next five minutes. You can try again another day.” 

Pearl lets out a little frustrated growl, squeezing her eyes shut. Her hands shake. She can still feel the weight of the thing in her lap. Clearly, it won’t be easy to let this idea go. It didn’t help that Gem was also stubborn and wouldn’t let it go either. Not till Pearl came to a conclusion that would ease her distress. 

“...And who knows, maybe you won’t need it,” Gem says, glancing away as if she’s afraid she’s saying something wrong, “Things could go differently.” 

“But they won’t. We both know they won’t.”

Gem doesn’t like this response, visibly pleading. 

“Pearlll…”

“Gemmmm…” Pearl mimics, unable to hide her sad smile even as she tries (and fails) to distract, “It’s fine. I just- I can’t let it go today. I need to fix this.”

Gem narrows her eyes. 

“Okay. If you feel so seriously about it, we can do it together then.” 

Pearl’s face twitches, visibly taken aback by the suggestion. 

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’? I let you borrow my thread already. Might as well let me help you at this point.”

Before Pearl can even object, Gem stands up and moves to Pearl’s side on the bench. She uses her hip to nudge at Pearl’s shoulder, a silent ‘move over’ before plopping herself on the seat next to her. 

“Gem, I can do it.”

“Oh, hush. Let me see it.” 

Gem’s hands dig into the red pile and Pearl feels her fingers clench it tighter before she realizes what she’s doing, and forces her hands to relax. Even as Gem pulls it apart slightly to get a better look, Pearl won’t let it go entirely. 

“Your stitches are too tight.” 

“You have other projects.” 

“They can wait. Here, let’s get a new needle and thread.” 

Pearl knows when she has lost a battle. Against the hoodie, against the Gem (those battles were particularly easy to lose). After a few minutes, Gem has managed to give Pearl a step-by-step refresher in how to mend something, even if she didn’t really need it. Pearl fiddles with a tiny gash in the side, near a seam. The needle feels a little less like a weapon this time around. 

Gem still prattling next to her, Pearl smirks down at their shared project, fingers and hands all tangled in thread and fabric. 

“...Thanks, Gem.” ~~~~~~ i have really strong feelings about Pearl's hoodie from Double Life being a metaphor for her mental stability and physical form. Especially after being broken down and left alone for a lot of DL. it's fine. i'm fine. i also love Gem not hesitating to, in a sense, help her put herself back together a little bit. yeah. idk if ANY of that came across but even if not, i thought this was a fun little snippet. :) - rose

[buttercupshands]

My emotionally immature ass still doesn't understand a thing of how people can pity characters

Not like I don't try to understand it! I just... Can't? Understand that??? At all???

Like why would you pity a character for their sad backstory or whatever, and poof suddenly a character is pitiful as hell, and suddenly they're understandable because a person can call them a wet kitten under their care

And that's something I can't do for some reason

And again, not like I didn't *try*, it's just a thing I can't understand at any capacity other than 'some people do that to show their affection of that character, that's their way of caring

Granted talking to more people makes you understand them better! Doesn't help much! But it's something!!

[ilovedthestars]

here's the thing. yes, some pieces of art are "better" than others. there are many criteria you can measure that with--technical skill, creativity, clarity, conceptual depth, successful execution of the artist's intentions, etc., and i do think it's useful to clarify which ones you're using as a measuring stick. but like, of course you can evaluate art. of course you can be critical (in the "art critic" sense) of art. (among other things, that's one of the most important ways to get better at making art yourself.)

however. when it comes down to evaluating what gets to count as art. what art even gets to have a seat at the table. i will go to bat for the thing that isn't as "good" every single time.

you can say you think a piece of art is bad. you can say you think it lacked technical skill, or clarity, or conceptual depth, and you consider those important elements of a successful work. i might even agree with you. but if you think that means it doesn't matter, someone is going to die on this hill and it isn't going to be me

[hungnitan]

HSR x Fate UBW coming in Q3 2025 !

(I write these in mind for anyone doesn't know Fate series at all)

For now it's unknown will it come with stories or just skin or full pack with playable UBW character

Not long ago HSR had interview with FGO team, the magazine only release their Q&A but considering both side love each other project, these collab shouldn't really suprising. If there's suprising fact is why only UBW not FGO directly ? Since there is no info about collab details, let's make some analysis for now :

FGO especially Fate series is really big world ! If you need comparasion, it's not only Honkai Impact world but all Hoyoverse become one and you need to know at least a bit of each title to make sense about Fate series !

Continuing point above, which is the reason they gave us years for this collab ! Their developer consider years should be enough for player to quick read most Fate series franchise (lol)

Fate as whole already into their 20 years old now so it's kinda impossible for anyone to learn that series from start (even I only know fifty percent of it). So to make it simple, they just pick their well known franchise but not making players too confused about their world building which is Fate Stay Night. UBW is decent choice considering what's happened with other two.

If anyone need comparasion, UBW kinda like GGZ in term of popularity and reminiscing (lol) while FGO kinda like former Genshin in term of popularity.

I kinda saw FGO pretty desperate nowdays or maybe they're already out of idea to promote Fate series onward. For anyone doesn't know, FGO was the king of mobile gacha games but after Genshin release their revenue drop sharply and with more Chinese gacha games out lately, you can say now it's their lowest situations so to be honest Fate series feels like gonna dying sooner or later which is this collab came.

I can say for sure that this collab came from HSR side since those otaku ops growth like now while watching/reading Fate series (lol) so I think there's no way HSR or even Fate team will slack off especially for storytelling since it's Fate main selling (if there's one for collab later lol)

Onto collab prediction since it's specifically UBW, means the main character is either Rin or/and Emiya. Maybe anyone still not read questionable leaks but there's info this collab need two version to finish means there's at least four and max six new character avaliable later. Considering UBW stories, I can think of Saber and Gilgamesh or maybe Kirei can join the roaster too.

Now for everyone who doesn't know Fate series and need pointer for later collab, first please watch Fate Stay Night, it have three titles with same story premise but different PoV with different ending (Fate Stay Night 24 episode -> Fate Stay Night Unlimited Blade Works 1 movie -> Fate Stay Night Heaven's Feel 3 parts movie). Next it's Fate Stay Night prologue, Fate Zero 24 episode and you're good to breakthrough the collab only.

Sounds simple right, which is the reason they choose Unlimited Blade Works for collab. If FGO, you could swarm yourself with 9 years FGO lore materials + other works with and without "Fate" titles on it (lol)

[im-an-anthusiast]

Ditches and Spiders

God, his forearms ITCHED.  Ugh – they sang a horrible siren song, to which the only answer was the raking of claws, the bloody contact of skin and nails. Or whatever. He clenched his fists, twisting them, rolling his wrists, and watching the taut, lean, yet somewhat gaunt muscle flexing under his scarred skin. Calixte hated the scars so, so much. They weren’t ugly, contorting, or shredding, and they weren’t spirals of thorns or carved spines. They were “beautiful”, twisting, mending – spirals of petals and curving stems. Calixte always hated the mix of lily flowers curling up his arms in a monotone white of scar tissue. They made him sick. His entire lunch – half of a white chocolate granola bar – tickled the very top of his throat, acidically ghosting over the roof of his mouth. He ought to practice Magic again.  

He applied the Sepal Balsam. Almost half the container coated his forearms thickly, massively surmounting the blood below it. Was that... wait... quadruple- no, pentuple the recommended dose? Perhaps that was why he could feel his pain fade into such intense numbness so quickly that in mere seconds he could not feel his forearms at all – and could, in real-time, watch the open wounds, cuts, gashes, and lacerations riddling his forearms and climbing up his bicep close, and twist at themselves, forming sickeningly intricate floral shapes, layering onto those already there. What a disgusting toll he has to pay, really. And, sure, he could always not push himself so much or just wait for himself to heal, but how would he get better, then? The best around don’t just rest. No pain, no gain, after all! He just has to push himself a little harder, surely...! 

The gloves contracted around his arms. They squeezed and cried at the Magic pouring into them, pushing and lashing at his flesh. The gloves wrung his arms, and blood dripped out from their hems at his biceps. All for... him.  

The bouquet strained in his arms. The paper tore open at the pressure pushed into it, flowers spilling around his flesh. Ditch and spider lilies both wrapped around his forearms, slipping from his embrace one by one. All from... him.  

“Are you proud, dad?”