#except for maybe…… no i shant say

[patron-saint-of-emesis]

i wanna watch spider-man 2 so so so bad im having a catagory 5 alfred molina moment but its only on hulu and i cannot afford hulu this month and some website told me it would be on netflix yesterday but its NOT THERE its still only on hulu i hate this i miss blockbuster i miss dvds fuck streaming services i miss doc ock my beloved babygirl im

[qbbhs]

i feel so much sympathy for q!roier, and in many ways, it’s teaching me sympathy for parents. i have seen many parents who have gone down the roier path. will show up because the work needs to be done but aren’t present, or hold their child a little too far away from any comfort.

it’s hard because obviously the eggs are not actually real children and people, but the parents are such accurate analogies at times to real parents. people who have struggled for too long, that don’t know how to give or receive love, that do the job but can’t do it how they once wished they could. i hold a lot of sympathy for roier, and it’s clear he holds none of that for himself. it’s not fair to pepito, but i also hurt for roier who may not believe there’s any other way to be. especially any other way to love meaningfully anymore.

[harasharaved]

Dick Grayson Fics - September 2023

Fics I recommend with a focus on or POV of Dick Grayson. Masterpost can be found here.

Key: Has a ship or romantic plot, unfinished, multi-chapter, one-shot

Without Question by Lowflyingfruit

"There is something very wrong with Dick at the moment. He's doing everything Bruce says without a hint of protest. Tim's going to get to the bottom of this."

Love this one! Tone and characterization are just great, same with pacing and build up. Excellent one-shot to read on the subway.

Touch Starved by Envysparkler

"Dick has a whole family who would rather stab him or themselves before embracing him, and he respects their boundaries, but sometimes he just wants a hug he doesn’t have to beg for."

Sweet sweet hurt/comfort! It's cute, it hurts, Dick deserves a hug.

The 70 Days After Groundhog Day by Ptelea

"There's a time loop that only Jason remembers. It acts as a catalyst for changes within the family. Some arguments, some misunderstandings, some bonding, some healing, and quite a lot of conversations that mostly take place over food."

This is a really interesting take on a time loop scenario, in which we don't get to learn what happens, but get to see the aftermath from the POV of someone who was not in the time loop. It has a Dick and Jason focus, but it has a Dick POV.

Home Is Where the Heart Is by LittleLadybugs

Six months ago, Renegade broke free from his master. He had no home. No family. Had learned nothing beyond what he'd needed to be a predator. Now free, he has vowed to use those skills to help instead of hurt. Only Nightwing really shouldn't have picked Blüdhaven for his debut. The neighbors are kinda... a lot. Like, A LOT a lot. OR Dick joins the batfam fashionably late.

I don't often rec unfinished fics, but this one is too lovely to not read anyways. The description says it all. Full of feels and Reluctant Big Brother Dick.

Bad Signal by prismatical

The rescue mission went well. Nightwing is safe. Everything should be alright. Right?

Wonderfully long fic to trade for a full nights sleep. Mind the tags on this one, but I shant say more except if you love angst, this is for you!

Birdsong by ScarlettSwordMoon

After getting a face full of Scarecrow’s newest toxin, Dick isn’t haunted by his typical nightmares. No. This one has little green pixie boots. AKA Batman: Ego but make it Robin.

EXCELLENT character study into Dick Grayson as a character. Another one to mind the tags for.

Unsteady by withthekeyisking

Dick grew up watching Bruce take countless woman to bed for the sake of the mission, and to get what he needed from different people. He watched, and he learned. And maybe he doesn't feel the same things the people around him feel, maybe he doesn't really like sex, but it doesn't really matter. Because if sex makes people happy, then why does his opinion on everything matter? It's not their fault he's broken.

Mind the tags! This one has mature themes and mentions of sex, but overall isn't graphic or NSFW. Dick figures out his identity, under some less than ideal circumstances. It's not always my HC, but I have a soft spot for aspec Dick. It explores some very real themes, and has a satisfying ending.

[sweetstarart]

Ahoy neighbors!! Here was Cap'n Barnaby's day! (Meant to post this sooner, but I kinda got lazy. Isn't that fitting?)

Sunrise

It's morning but I don't wanna get up... Someone's gotta sail though, and I don't wanna bother anyone else with something I could do myself. Eh, not my friends at least.

Wally's already awake, he says that his necklace ghost is gonna steer today. I don't trust that thing one bit, and I definitely don't want it controlling my mama's ship. I was gonna ask them to leave but the strangest thing happened. I got a chill down my spine, and suddenly I wasn't feeling too good. I swear that ghost has got something to do with it. But I can't prove that. Maybe I just need some sleep, or if I'm lucky, some medicine.

Noon

It's been hours now, I still can't sleep. My head is spinning and all can think about is that dumb ghost. I bet they're so proud of themself right now. I'd have tossed in the sea by now if Wally didn't like them so much. I hope he changes his mind, that thing is dangerous. Howdy came by, I think he realized I'm not actually sleeping. I'm real glad to have him around. We told eachother jokes and stuff while he made me take like, a bazillion potions. Thought it seemed like a little much for just a real long dizzy spell. But he said he read about this in his book, a failed possession. I KNEW THAT GHOST WAS BEHIND THIS! I wanna chew them up so bad....

But I gotta use my head right now, and think of a way outta this mess. I think my best bet is to act like I don't know, lure them into a sense of security like a fish, then CHOMP THEM WHEN THEY LEAST EXPECT IT! NO ONE THREATENS MY CREW AND GETS AWAY WITH IT!!!!

Uh... anyways, me and Howdy chatted til I fell asleep, I love it when he does that. I wanna do that everyday.

Sunset

Sounds like the crew found something to do while I was lazing around, there's tons of sounds coming from the deck. I came up and everyone was playing some kinda instrument except Wally. Poor kid looked a bit left out. I don't really wanna, but maybe playing a bit will make him play too.

It worked! He's singing! His voice sounds real swell, he could sing a real good shanty if he wanted to. I shant help but think about it! I'm having fun, why not joke around a bit? Haha!! Today's finally starting to come a-song! Better yet, I think I smell sharks in the water! Tonight our food will be gilly yummy! No wait, tonight's dinner will be fincredible!

Yeah, that's way better.

Night

Wally wanted to help me and Frank cook today! Since I didn't wanna beat around the hook, I decided to ask him what's the deal with that ghost. He calls them Home for some reason and says that they're very close. He refused to elaborate. That made me even more suspicious. I was gonna say more but Frank got mad at us for clowning around. I told him that as a pirate, I think he should stop taking things so seariously. He was so mad! Anyways, we talked at supper like usual but I still couldn't get Home outta my mind, especially when they're everywhere right now...

Guess Howdy caught onto that because he's knocking at my door right now. I just can't hide nothing from you How!

[inspiredwriterstory]

Once a long time ago there was a blue engine named Edward. Edward was a medium sized tender engine who worked on the island of Sodor. Edward was a cheerful sort who worked hard. However he was old and not as strong as the others. He lived in the sheds five other engines. They were all bigger and stronger then him.

Edward would sit in the shed while the other engines boasted about being bigger and stronger.

"The driver won't choose you again Edward." Gordon remarked. "He wants big and strong engines like us."

"I can pull passengers Gordon I'm not that old."

"Edward," Henry chimed in. "You haven't moved in months. Maybe even years."

"Oh shut up!" Came a young voice as a blue tank engine with six small wheels, A short stumpy funnel, A short stumpy boiler, and a short stumpy dome pulled alongside the shed. " I swear you two just love to hear yourself speak!"

Gordon scoffed. "You keep your mouth shut little Thomas. You privately owned moungral."

"Why you-!!"

"That's enough you two." Edward said.

"I swear you big engines are the definition of big headed."

"Be quiet Thomas." Snapped James.

"Your the reason I get boiler ache." Henry said.

"Oh simply get a better boiler Henry it's not my fault you can't be useful for anything in life."

Everyone but Henry laughed a bit before heading off to work. All except Edward. Edward sat in the shed throughout the fall, winter, and into the spring. He waited patiently though. One day he received quite the surprise. The doors to his birth opened slowly to reveal a man in a drivers uniform.

"Oh, hello." The man said before noticing Edward's frown. "Why are you sad?" He asked. He thought for a moment. "Would you... Like to come out today?"

Gordon, James, Henry, and Edward gasped.

"Yes sir. Please!" Edward said his voice filled with joy.

"I like the enthusiasm!" The man said. "Lets get you steamed up!"

Soon Edward was simmering nicely and his boiler was warm. The driver opened the regulator and he puffed out of the sheds.

"Look at me he called!" As Thomas whistled in support.

Edward gently puffed into the yards and picked up a line of coaches. The coaches whispered in excitement.

"Well done old boy!" Called his driver as the raced down the line. He smoothly puffed along with the coaches singing.

"We're coming along we Shant be late! We're coming along we Shant be late!"

Edward felt the wind hitting his face and his whistle blow as he passed many people waving along the side of the line. Edward enjoyed every minute of it.

That night Edward backed into the shed where the others waited.

"Enjoy your day out Edward?" Gordon asked.

"Why I did Gordon."

"Yeah well don't expect it to become a regular thing." He said.

"Oh really?" Edward said with a smirk. "Driver said I did so well he's taking me out tomorrow." Edward smiled as Gordon tried to think of a response.

But he would never be able to say it. Edward was so tired he fell asleep while James and Henry chuckled at Gordon.

[rivaiin]

just finished gaiden. spoilers below

i cried. so much. the second the kids showed up it was over for me. i really wish haruka had actually had an appearance. im gonna give rgg the benefit of the doubt and think that maybe shell have an actual role in 8 since im pretty sure thats gonna be kiryus true final game. theyre killing him its obvious. so theyre just saving her to have a bigger impact. if shes not in 8 ill start biting

i did all of the coliseum stuff and honestly. with a few exceptions most of it was quite fun. i really enjoyed the last unlockable fight being a lookback at every final boss from the kiryu games. it was sweet and a nice touch to end things on

now for the actual story. it works as a shorter game. i really wish it had been longer but thats just me enjoying big games. the new characters were Wonderful. to no ones surprise i really really liked tsurunos character. such a pity hes an actor character cause i doubt hell ever appear again. shishido was a nice surprise and honestly works well with the role he has in the story. all his fights were cool as hell. also his dynamic with nishitani III is making me a bit unwell. i shant say more on the matter.

kinda disappointed with akames character tho. they kinda hyped her up too much for how much impact she actually has. like sure shes fun and shes in the story for quite a bit but like. shes kinda flat. and i know the track record these writers have with the female characters so i dont know what i was expecting but shes literally the only female character in the game. i wouldve liked something more than "i speak funny cause im from kansai. i smoke. i help the homeless. i wanted to be an idol". sure its kiryus game and they were working with some limitations cause of the story but like. yeah. idk lets just hope the female characters in gaiden are a bit better

anyways i liked it a lot and im really happy 8 is just a couple months away cause im super excited for that one. ichi my boy i cant wait to see you again

[qomrades]

leverage. succession. severance. they are all the same to me (homoerotic)

[tinykings]

currently working on 6 (!) costumes for Halloween (if you see me out and about DO @ me i’m a ho)

Cinder Fall 

Margot Bishop 

Baseball (practice) Kira Nerys

Molly Cobb (astronaut uniform)

Molly Cobb (civvies) 

AND OF COURSE...THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND...TRENT CRIMM

[teddy06writes]

The Phantom Of The Opera AU

requested by this anon: “Okay so I know you’re a musical kid so you have probably listened to/heard of Phantom of the Opera. Picture this: Dream as the Phamtom x Fem!reader as Christine x Sapnap as Raul”

Dream x Fem!reader and Sapnap x fem!reader (with dream as the phantom and sapnap as Raul)

trigger warnings: death, dream being a low key creeper, maybe some swears, my general lack of knowledge of this musical

premise: Phantom AU, not neccicarily the full story, its mainly what I’ve seen/read/listened to that I think is important, and like eight of the songs. Ummm, I feel like the summary above is enough for you to get the general idea.

(y/l/n)- your last name

“blep” regular talking

“Belp” singing

When things are in counterpoint, regular text will be (y/n), (text in parenthesis is sapnap), and {bracketed text is Dream}

if you, like me are unfamilliar with the story, this is the summary that arrived in my inbox last night (thank you so much to the person who sent that by the way, it really helped)  

“So basically phantom of the opera is a love triangle between 3 people, the Phantom (P) x Christine (C) x Raul (R). C and R were childhood friends until R had to move away. C grew up in the Opera house with her dad (deceased) as a music writer. C grows up getting “private” singing lessons from P ( he is literally talking to her through a vent ((Among Us omg)) or something idk). Fast forward into the future to present day. C is a ballerina at the opera and one day, the phantom makes the set malfunction so that the lead female opera singer (she’s a jerk. Forgot her name) can’t preform and C has to preform as the lead instead. Coincidentally, the night Christine sings as the lead is the day R comes to see her show and R is like “ooWooga she be fine now ig”. R and C catch up after the show and R goes away for a minute and then P is like “aight C imma kidnap you for a sec with no purpose whatsoever to the plot except for a cool song” and then C returns to her normal life ig. P them sends stuff to the people in charge of the Opera saying “ayo C be pretty fine, let her be the lead again” the people in charge of the opera were like “nah fam, let’s have the person who was supposed to be the lead be the lead”. Upset by this, during the show, P broke the chandelier and it fell into the audience. C is like “I love you uwu” R is like”let’s get engaged” C is like “let’s keep it a secret so the crazy P guy doesn’t find out” and little did they know during that conversation P was hiding and overheard everything and is now sad boi hours. A masquerade happens and P shows up like “ayo I heard you trynna steal my boo” and R is like “nah she my boo” and they duel or whatever. Idk how it transitions to this but the Opera runs another show and they make C the lead to not upset P. However, during a love song (Past the point of no return, it literally slaps), C realizes that the person singing isn’t the original actor, it is P! And then P straight up kidnaps C after the song, takes her to his lair and is like “boo you gotta marry me or I destroy the opera house with everyone inside it” C is like “fine ig” P takes off his mask and reveals he is hiding burn marks and he kisses C and C kisses back. P is like” my mom never even kissed me” and P let’s C go, telling her to go marry R... or you can just watch this video lmao https://youtu.be/4a5nahw3zi8″

On that note, here we go:

{that only goes for the final scene where its all three, it varies otherwise}

{Things I have learned while preparing this story, 1. the actual phantoms name is Erik, like what a nerd, 2. he’s also not actually a ghost??? He’s literally just some creeper who lives in an opera house screwing with people; also yes Eret is the strict lady who yells at everyone and talks to the phantom, deal with it}

{pls send me more musical au asks I really liked doing this, even if it took me a while}

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The ravenous applause of the audience seemed to echo in your ears, even after you had left the stage. 

You’re debut as the female lead in Hannibal had been a smashing success, and as the rest of the chorus girls backstage were saying, it was all thanks to the Phantom scaring Hannah off.  

Niki practically ran up to you from the rehearsal room, “(y/n) that was incredible!” 

You grinned, “Oh I feel like I’m floating Niki! Thank you for volunteering me for the role.” 

“Don’t thank me, Thank whoever's giving you those lessons,” She bumped her hip against yours, grinning cheekily, “And if what the girls are saying is true you’ll have to thank him for getting Hannah out of here.” 

You chuckled, but before you could say anything else Madame Eret was approaching, knocking the end of their cane of the ground, “Miss Nihachu, you are a dancer are you not?” 

Niki nodded. 

“Then get back to rehearsal,” he waited until Niki hurried off to turn to you, “He is most pleased with your performance, here.”

You took the note from him, reading over it quietly, “Red scarf..... the attic.... little lotte?” 

She simply shrugged, leaving you to turn and head up your dressing room. 

As you changed out of your costume from the show you couldn’t help but hum the song that had earned the most applause, “Think of me, think of me of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye.” 

Reaching around you found your dressing gown, pulling it on and tying up the front, “Remember me, once and a while. Please, promise you’ll try...” 

Your words faded off as your sat down at your vanity, beginning to brush out your hair. 

“Where is your red scarf Miss (y/l/n)? I hope you haven’t lost it. Not after all the trouble I went through to retrieve it for you.” 

You turned to see a tall dark hair man standing in the doorway, a grin spreading across your face as he continued, “I was only 14 and soaked to the bone...” 

“Because you ran into the sea to fetch my red scarf!” You exclaimed, jumping up and flinging your arms around him excietedly, “Sapnap! How I’ve missed you!” 

He chuckled, pulling away, and offering you a single red rose, “(y/n)... Little Lotte let her mind wander...” 

“You remember that too?” You asked with a giggle. 

Sapnap smiled and kept singing, “Little Lotte thought: am I fonder of dolls,” 

“Or of goblins or shoes?” You joined in, “Or of riddles of frocks, or chocolates.” 

“Those picnics n the attic...” He reminisced. 

You closed your eyes, remembering those long ago days, “Father playing the violin.” 

“As we read each other those dark stories of the north.” 

“No what I like best, little Lotte said, is when I’m asleep in my bed,” You sang, “And the angel of music sings songs in my head!” 

“The angel of music sings songs in my head.” He repeated softly. 

You smiled at him, an excited fond feeling forming in your stomach as you sank back into your chair,  “Father said, when I am in heaven child I will send the angel of music to you. Well now father is dead, Sapnap. And I have been visited by the angel of music.” 

“Well that is very evident,” He chuckled, taking your hands, “Your performance was wonderful. And now, we shall go to supper.” 

“Oh- sapnap I can’t, the angle of music is very strict.” 

He didn’t seem to understand the urgency in your voice as he laughed again, “Well I shant keep you up late.”

“No- Sapnap, things have changed-”

“You have to change,” He interrupted, “And I have to grab my hat. Two minutes little lotte.” 

As he went out the door you cried after him, “Sapnap! Thing have changed Sapnap!”

But he was out of earshot, and the voice that had become so familiar to you was booming, “Insolate boy! This Slave of fashion basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing my triumph!”

“Angel I hear you! Speak, I listen! Stay by my side and gude me!” You begged up to the ceiling, “Angel my soul was weak! Forgive me! Enter at last master!”

“Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in the shadow I hide, look at your face in the mirror, I am their inside!” 

The voice sounded closer now, and you couldn’t help but look around, “Angel of music! Hide no longer!” 

You turned again, finding yourself face to face with what seemed like a mask, floating in your mirror, “Come to me, strange angel!”

“I am your angel! Come to me angel of music!” 

A shadowy figure seemed to appear behind the smiling mask, a hand outstretched to you. In a daze you stood, grabbing his hand and allowing him to lead you away down a dark pathway.

“Who’s voice is that?” Sapnap asked, knocking on the now closed door, “(y/n) who’s in there?” 

“Come with me angel of music!” Dream, the Phantoms voice echoed again. 

“(y/n)!” 

~~

“In sleep he came to me, the voice which calls to me and speaks my name!” You moved quietly through the passages, following Dream, “And Do I dream again? for now I find, the phantom of the opera is there, inside my mind!” 

“Sing once again with me our strange duet! My power over you grows stronger yet! And though you turn from me to look behind, the phantom of the opera is there! Inside your mind!” He sang, turning back to make sure you were following once more.

The walls of the tunnel seemed to widen, and you could almost make out an empty candle lit space. 

You reached out, fingers almost brushing the edge of his cloak, “Those who have seen your face draw back in fear! I am the mask you wear..”

“It’s me they hear...” 

As you emerged into a cross roads of the tunnels, you sang in tandem, “Your (my) spirit and your (my) voice in one combined, the phantom of the opera is there, inside your (my) mind!” 

He helped you into the boat that waited in one tunnel, before casting off, propelling the boat down the slow moving current, “In all your fantasies, you always knew the man and mystery...” 

“Were both in you....” You sang softly as the boat came to dock in a wide chamber.

Slowly you climbed out of the boat after him, looking around the dank space, and at the organ in the corner. 

Dream pulled off his cloak, “And in this labyrinth where the night is blind..”

“The Phantom of the opera is there! Inside my mind......” 

~~

As the people downstairs argued, you tried to think over what had happened. Was it a dream? It didn’t seem like it, but still, a man appearing in her looking glass? Taking her away and singing words of praise, words of love, words that made nearly no sense now that it was day, and a haze covered your memory. 

The one thing that remained clear was the monster she had found beyond the mask.

All too soon it seemed you were being rushed into rehearsals, being told you no longer had a speaking role, as Hannah had returned, and was back to her diva ways. 

Rehearsals that would normally drag on seemed to go quicker now, and soon you and the rest of the girls were getting ready for the performance. 

“This is ridiculous,” Niki muttered as she adjusted her costume, “You should be playing the duchess, not Hannab.” 

“Hannah is the featured soprano. She’s always the lead.” You retorted. 

“But how will Sapnap know to look for you in the chorus?” Niki teased.

You elbowed her, laughing lightly, “Shut up. Besides I doubt the phantom would let him see me again.”

The show had gone well, at least until the fifth scene. 

All the music stopped abruptly as a voice boomed, “Did I not instruct that box five was to be left empty?”

“He’s here: The Phantom Of The Opera!” Niki cried from offstage. 

Your head jerked up to turn and look at the audience, “It’s Dream!” 

“Your part is silent, you toad!” Hannah snapped. 

From somewhere up in the audience Dream frowned, “A toad Madame? Perhaps it is you who is the toad...” 

Hanna opened her mouth to continue on her script, but no sound seemed to come out, save for what was close the a croak. 

The men who had bought the opera house, Wilbur and Tommy were coming rushing down from their box, “Ladies and gentlemen we apologize! The performance will continue in ten minutes time, with Miss (y/l/n) as the duchess!”

Tommy nodded as Wilbur finished, “And for now, we will give you the ballet, from act three of tonight's show!” 

The ballet didn’t last long, as when you returned to the wings dressed for the new role you had been given, someone let out a horrified scream.

“What the-” 

You were cut off as you looked up to see Shlatt, the stagehand in charged of the curtains, hanging from the rigging, a noose fully tightened around his neck. 

“Ladies and gentlemen remain calm! It was just an accident- remain calm!” Someone shouted. 

Through the darkness you could make out Dream’s menacing figure, the smiling mask watching you threateningly as you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop the scream that had ripped at your throat. 

“(y/n)? (y/n) are you alright?” Sapnap had run down onto the stage in all the chaos. 

“We- we have to get out of here,” You choked, grabbing his hand, “We aren’t safe here.” 

He didn’t seem to understand the reason behind your panic, but even so he offer you his arm, “Lets leave then.” 

~~

Twenty minutes later you ended up in an empty park, the panic that filled your chest not yet fading as Sapnap asked, “Why have you brought me here?”

“We can’t go back there!” You exclaimed. 

“But we must return.” He gripped your hands, “Darling their bound to be missing you.” 

You shook your head, “Sapnap- He’ll kill you! His eyes will find us there!” 

“(y/n), don’t say that! It’s okay (y/n), it’s okay!” 

You looked up into the darkened sky, “No it’s not- no it’s not- Those eyes that burn!” 

“Don’t even think it!” He cried desperately. 

You couldn’t tell whether you were trembling from fear, or from the cold, as you sang, “And if he has to kill a thousand men....” 

“Forget this waking nightmare!” Sapnap insisted. 

“....The phantom of the opera will kill.” You sang distractedly. 

He gripped your shoulders, “This phantom is a fable, (y/n), believe me!” 

“And kill again....” You shuddered at the idea of Dream doing anything to Sapnap. 

Both of you sang, “God who is this man, who hunts to kill? (this mask of death?)

“I can’t escape him!” You cried. 

He shook his head, “Whose voice is it you hear...”

“...I never will!” 

“With every breath?” 

His grip on your shoulders tightened, pulling you closer to him as you both sang, “And in this labyrinth where light is blind, the phantom of the opera is there, inside my (your) mind!”

“There is no Phantom of the Opera!” 

“Sapnap- I’ve been there, inside his world of never ending light! To a world where daylight dissolves into darkness, darkness! Sapnap I’ve seen him!” You cried. “Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape that face? So distorted, disformed it was hardly a face!  in the darkness, darkness. But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound in that night there was music in my mind And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before!” 

“What you had was a dream and nothing more!” 

You could hardly look up at him, “yet in his eyes was all the sadness in the world! Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore!” 

“(y/n), (y/n)!”  Sapnap exclaimed. 

“.....(y/n)......” A different voice seemed to cry into the night. 

You gasped, pressing yourself against Sapnap, “What was that?” 

He hugged you tightly, before pulling back and singing gently, “No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eyed fears. I’m here, and nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you.” 

You relaxed into his grip, listening to his quiet voice, “Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears, I’m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.” 

“Say you love me, every waking moment. Turn my head and talk of summer time,” You looked up at him, biting your lip, “Say you need me now and always, promise me that all you say is true, that's all I ask of you.” 

“Let me be your shelter, let me be your light, you are safe, no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you.” He assured you, smiling softly. 

 “All I want is freedom, a world with no more night. And you to always be beside me, to hold me and to hide me.” You admitted. 

Sapnap’s smile grew wider, “Then say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me here, beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too, (y/n), that's all I ask of you.” 

“Say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time,” You repeated, “Say the word, and I’ll follow you.” 

“Share each day with me, each night, each morning.” You sang together as he leaned down to rest his forehead on yours.

“Say you love me?” 

He smiled, whispering, “You know I do.” 

“Love me- that's all I ask of you.” You both sang, before he leaned in to gently press a kiss to your lips, “Any where you go, let me go too. Love me- thats all I ask of you.” 

Sapnap kissed you again, before pulling away, “We could go anywhere- we could be married! You would marry me, yes?” 

“Oh, yes, Sapnap, yes I would. If you’d have me.” You nodded, eagerly. 

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You couldn’t help but giggle, before turning back toward the direction of the opera house, “I must go back, they’ll wonder where I am. Wait for me Sapnap!” 

“(y/n), I love you!” He exclaimed. 

“Wait for me, Sapnap. Order your finest horses and being waiting by the door.” You could go back, and continue working at the opera house, there was nothing left for you to fear while Sapnap was there.

“And soon you’ll be beside me!” He chuckled.

You grinned, “To guard me and too guide me!” 

Sapnap offered you his arm again, and you headed off out of the park, toward the opera house. 

Slowly, Dream slinked from the shadows where he had watched the proposal, “I gave you my music, made your song take wing. And now your repaid me, denied and betrayed me.” 

He groaned running a hand through his hair, “He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing. (y/n)- oh (y/n)-”

He was cut off by the sounds of your voices drifting down the street, Say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time, Say the word, and I’ll follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning.”

Dream’s hands flew to his ears, desperate to block out the sounds- he had been so sure that you could’ve loved him, but now Sapnap was stealing you away. 

“You will curse the day you did not do, all that the phantom asked of you!” He bellowed. 

~~

The following weeks at the opera house were a blur of panic masked by busyness, Wilbur and Tommy refusing to let the disaster of the chandelier falling from keeping the company from working on their next performance. 

You kept on working, the ring on the chain Sapnap had given you around your neck helping you to feel safe, even as the chorus girls cited the Phantom for the cause of all the distress. 

Now you were back in your dressing room, getting ready for dinner with Sapnap.

“Wander child, so lost, so helpless,” A soft voice seemed to drift down from no where, “Yearning for my guidance.” 

You looked up at the ceiling, “angel or father? Friend or phantom? Who is it their staring?” 

“Have you forgotten your angel?” The voice murmured, Dream appearing once again in your mirror. 

You turned to him, almost in a trance, “angel, oh, speak, what endless longings, echo in this whisper.” 

Sapnap, having arrived to the opera house appeared in the door, watched as you moved toward the phantom. 

“Too long you’ve wandered the winter...” Dream continued to sing, hand outstretched to you. 

“Once again she is his.” Sapnap sang, as you started to cross the room toward the mirror where the phantom stood. 

“...far from my far reaching eyes.” 

“Wildly my mind beats against you....” You sang, transfixed. 

Behind the mask Dream grinned, “You resist. Yet your soul obeys.” 

“Once again she returns, to the arms of her angel. Angel or demon? Still he calls her, luring her back from the grave. Angel or dark seducer? Who are you strange angel?” Sapnap sang, again, more to himself than you or Dream. 

Dream beckoned you forward again,  “I am your angel of music, come to me angel of music!”

“Angel of darkness, cease this torment!” Sapnap exclaimed, moving into the room properly and drawing attention to himself. 

Dream unbothered, continued to sing, “I am your angle of music! Come to me angel of music!” 

“(y/n), (y/n) listen to me! Whatever you may believe- this thing, this man is not your father!”  Sapnap yelled, “(y/n)! Let her go! For gods sake let her go!” 

Jarred by his sudden yell, you turned, the trance broken, “Sapnap...” 

Dream, unimpressed, began to clap, deadpanning, “Bravo monsieur. Such spirited words.” 

“No more tricks monsieur!” Sapnap yelled, stepping forward to put himself between you and Dream. 

“Oh, but that's not any fun. Why don’t you come closer, sir? Keep coming this way.” 

Sapnap, not liking to be challenged, stepped forward, “You cannot win her love by holding her prisoner!” 

“No- Sapnap don’t!” You grabbed his hand, pulling him back. 

He nodded resolutely, gripping your hand as you both moved toward the door, “Lets go then, no more time will be spent with this monster.” 

“Don’t go!” Dream wailed as you hurried away down the hall, “Now let it be war upon you both!” 

~~

Something was going wrong, of course it was, because when was it not?

Your entrance in Don Juan Triumphant had gone according to plan, but the man who had stepped out as Don Juan was not George, as it should have been.

You steeled yourself, trying to come up with a logical reason.

George must have gotten sick, and a stand in had taken his place, yes that must be it.

“Past the point of no return, no backward glances, the games we played till now, are at an end.” The man sang, “Past all thought of ‘if’ or ‘when’, no use resisting, abandon that thought and let the dream descend.”

Your panic seemed to rise, the double meaning in his words filling you with dread.

“What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire locks the door? What sweet seduction lies before is? Past the point of no return, the final thread hold. What unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return.”

You moved carefully to your next mark, trying to work out who it was in George’s place, “You have brought me, to the moment when words run dry, to the moment when speech disappears into silence, silence.

I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why, in my mind I already imagined, our bodies entwined. Defenseless and silent, now I am here with you, no second thoughts, I’ve decided, decided.”

You just barley stopped from trembling as you realized, it was Dream, “Past the point of no return, no going back now. Our passion play has now, at last, begun. Past all thought of right and wrong. One final question: how long should we two wait, before we’re one?”

“When will the blood being to race? When will the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?” You finished, taking an only slightly shaky breath.

The phantom grabbed your hand as you both sang, “Past the point of no return, the final threshold. The bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn, we’ve past the point of no return!”

Everyone in the audience seemed to hold their breath, they too knew that this was not George. The cloak that had hidden Dreams mask fell, and they gasped upon seeing the plaster smiling face.

He grinned behind the mask, and punctuated, “Say you’ll share with me, one love, one lifetimes lead me, save me from my solitude.”

The words stung even before he pulled out a ring, holding it out to you, “come with me, or this whole place will come down upon us.”

Slowly you looked to the audience, Sapnap was standing in the isle, looking worried.

You couldn’t let him get hurt.

You nodded reluctantly, as he continued, “say you want me by your side anywhere you go let me go too, (y/n) that’s all I ask of-“

Slowly, you reached up, pulling the mask off his face, revealing the terribly scared face to the world.

The gasps turned into horrible screams as a curtain was raised, and Georges body tumbled onto the stage.

Almost immediately Dream flung his cloak around you, disappearing.

Sapnap ran up onto the stage, along with the crew, police officers and other patrons.

“Sapnap! Sapnap you’ve got to come with me!” Eret cried, rushing out onto the stage.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Sapnap!” They yelled again, “I know where they are!”

“But can I trust you?” He demanded.

She nodded, “yes, and remember, keep your hand up at eye level.”

“Why?”

“Punjab lasso.” Was all he offered in explication as he led Sapnap away.

~~

Soon enough Sapnap was creeping through the shadows of the phantoms layer, watching as he tried to place a wedding veil on your head, “Too bad pity comes to late, turn around and face your fate, an entirety of this before your eyes!”

You turn to face him, looking up at the mess of scares that cover his face, “this haunted face holds no horror for me now, it is in your soul that the true distortion lies.”

The phantom turned suddenly, to Sapnaps hiding place, “Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest! Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you would come And now my wish comes true— you have truly made my night!”

“Free her!” Sapnap yelled, stepping into the light, “do what you want to me but let her go!”

“Your lover makes a passionate plea.” Dream laughed at you.

“Sapnap it’s useless!” You cried.

Sapnap shook his head, “I love her! Does that mean anything To you? I love her! Show some compassion!”

“The world showed no compassion to me!” Dream retorted.

He reached out toward you, “(y/n), (y/n), please let me see her!”

Dream grinned maliciously, “be my guest.”

Sapnap rushed forwards, as Dream contiued to taunt, “Monsuier, i bid you welcome, did you think that I would hurt her? Why should I make her pay, for the sins which are yours?” 

As he finished the last words the Punjab lasso came sailing out, and Sapnap barley had time to fling his arm back up as he was dragged back, the only thing keeping him from hanging being the fingers he’d wrangled between the rope and his neck. 

“No!” You cried, struggling to your feet. 

“Order your fine horses now!” Dream yelled, “Nothing now can save you, except maybe... (y/n).” 

You stood, shaking as he turned to you, “Start a new life with me- buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me now and send your lover to his death! This is the choice, this is the point of no return!” 

“(y/n), forgive me, please forgive me, I did it all for you, and all for nothing.” Sapnap sang, looking at you desperately.  

At the same time you turned toward Dream, “Farewell my fallen idol, and my false friend, one by one my delusions shattered.” 

“Too late for turning back, too late for prayers and useless pity!” Dream sang.

“{all hope of cries for help, no point in fighting!} (say you love and my life is over, either way you choose, he has to win!) {for ether way you choose, you cannot win! So do you end your days with me or do you send him to his grave?}”

“Why make her lie to you, to save me?” Sapnap yelled. 

You looked between them desperately, “Angel of music..... {past the point of no return!} (For pity’s sake (y/n) say no! Don’t throw your life away for my sake!) Who deserves this? When will you see reason? {The Final threshold! His life is now the prize you must earn! You’ve passed the point of no return....}”

You looked at Dream, no longer trying to hide the fear that coursed through your veins, “Angel of music, you have deceived me, I gave myself blindly to you.” 

“You try my patience! Make your choice!” Dream yelled. 

Looking back at sapnap for a moment you stepped forward, whatever it would take, you would keep him safe, “Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone.” 

Reaching out, you took the mask from his hand, tossing it to the side as he moved closer to you as well. 

Before you could hardly blink he was kissing you, and with little more than a second thought you kissed back. 

Sapnap watched, in partials horror, until the phantom drew back, shaking as he whispered, “No one has ever kissed me- not even my own mother.” 

You nodded, and then suddenly Dream began to move across the room, grabbing a knife from somewhere as he stalked up to Sapnap.

He paused for a beat, and you could feel the terror in the room- until he slashed at the rope, and Sapnap fell the ground. 

You rushed over to him, kneeling beside him, “Sapnap! oh Sapnap!” 

“Take her,” dream wailed, “Take her and forget me, forget all of this! Leave me alone- forget all you’ve seen....”

Sapnap struggled to his feet, holding you close to him as he backed towards the channel. 

“Take the boat, leave me here, go now, please!” 

The sounds of the mob looking for Georges murderer seemed to grow louder as they grew closer.

“Hurry! Now before its too late!” Dream yelled. 

Sapnap hurriedly started to help you into the boat, but you pulled away, moving back to the Phantom, long enough to hand him the ring. 

Then you were off, turning to Sapnap as the current carried the boat away, “I’m sorry Sapnap- I couldn’t let him hurt you- I couldn’t!” 

“Shhh. It’s alright (y/n), it’s alright. He can’t hurt you anymore.” He murmured, pulling you into his arms.

“Say you’ll share with me, one love one lifetime.” You sang shakily.

Sapnap nodded, “Say the word and I’ll follow you.”

“Share each day with me, each night, each morning...” The sounds of your voices traveled back up the tunnel for Dream to hear. 

He sighed, looking resolutly into the distance, “You alone can make my song take flight- It’s over now, the music of the night!”

[gringolet]

that italian?

okay okay okay i think it happened long enough ago that i can dish about the drama. she changed her url and im not including it anyway so its fine.

prepare for a fuckin. essay in responss to a TWO WORD ask but anyay

so once upon time there was an italian who hated children and loved reylo. she also hung out in the arthuriana tag and got a bunch of asks about it. so one day some poor anon comes in and asks if she has any trans headcanons for arthurian characters, and she, instead of being a normal person and saying like, no, she goes off about how trans characters in fanfic is forced representation and she cant talk about trans people bc surgery is triggering for her.

found this in the archives lol. so i rbd politely explaining that while it was fine to not have trans hcs, her justifications for it were a little offensive.

hey i dont want to start discourse or anything but i see ur asks in the tag a lot and i wanted to politely address this. firstly obviously no one is under any obligation to hc things, and headcanons and fandom is not activism. if you’d just said “no, not really” it would b fine. i mean, cringe of u, but fine. but u make a couple of points here i want to look at a bit critically. then there is “I don’t like when headcanons are pushed up as ~representation, especially when… Ehm, it’s just fandom stuff?” i dont want to misinterpret you or put words in your mouth, but the implication that theres no need for trans rep in fandom and dismissal of that is a very cis take. My initial read of your intention there was a complaint of ‘why should something like fandom spaces, which are for fun and not serious, be filled with non fun serious (bad) trans stuff that i have to see when im trying to enjoy myself.’ now that could be incorrect, you were a bit vague here. if that is what you meant, i think you maybe should examine why you feel that way. if it isnt, im unclear on what exactly youre trying to say here. the idea that trans hcs are performative wokeness and “representation” in fandom is completely ignoring the actual trans people making and wanting them. there is so vanishingly little representation of trans people in actual media and even less thats good, and i think implying trans hcs are being pushed on people and fandom for, ~representation (a world of meaning in the ~ i shant speculate on) is very dismissive and ignorant of that fact. honestly the main thing im troubled by is the idea that trans bodies are inherently disgusting and triggering, which is an incredibly harmful and hurtful idea, and since you yourself acknowledge that trans people and hcs dont predicate surgery i question why you bring it up, except as a justification for disconfort rooted in unexamined prejudice. im not accusing you of being a terf or anything, i dont believe you meant harm by this or have bad intentions, and im definitely not saying anyone has to hc anything. it was the uncomfronted insidiousness of your justification that concerned me. this is not a personal attack at all, you just have a lot of influence in this fandom space and i wanted to make you aware of some of the surely accidentally harmful things ur saying.

so she flips out and rbs that yelling at me and cursing me out in italian (she moved blogs so i dont have her whole response just bits)

basically she completely derailed the original topic and accused me of calling her a horrible person for her triggers? which i never did and would never do, and then tried to make it a wierd anti v proshipper thing

third: I never said there’s no need of trans hcs in fandoms, BUT I’ve noticed that there’s a tendency of condemning people on the basis of what they ship / the dynamics they write. ( like the infinite discourse about how ‘I ship only mlm enemies to lovers because f/m enemies to lovers are Inherently Bad and Abusive - something I personally heard on Twitter sigh ), so I feel the need to say it. blame the current fandom climate.

and were like wow, this lady is unhinged, so we look around her blog and find a. a lot of stuff like saying its racist to not like incest?? and that italians arent white?? also shes a swerf?? and kind of deniel italian colonialsm? and reblogs from a bunch of out and out terfs} there was more but this isnt a callout post lol.

valentine lanzelet made a post about this crazy italian we found and she flipped out on him (this is one of several cursey italian tag rants)

roughly means: GO SHIT YOURSELF (italian alternative to go fuck you), RACIST TERF IS YOUR GRANDMOTHER IN A WHEELBARROW (italian saying which does not translate well) AND WHAT HAS ITALIAN COLONIALISM TO DO WITH THIS YOU UGLY SHIT, and anyways lancelot sucks

(translated by claudio beheaded)

anyway so then. and this is when it gets unhinged. she goes on this server me and a lot of my mutuals n friends r in, camelot, and starts complaining about me.

(in red is the server admin, who was lovely) i asked her to move this convo to dms if she must bc it was rude to bring drama into the server, and she refused, and started insisting that she was being bullied and just wanted to be left alone, so i was like okay lets all block each other and move on, and she refused, continuing to defend everything she was being criticized for

they also said claudio was making them look bad by translating their rants which like... queen if that made them look bad they were already a bad look.

so she keeps pinging people and replying to shit despite everyone else at this point begging her to just drop it and call it a stalemate

imagine this but around n around for like an hour. also she repeatedly got me and valentine confused it was super funny. also she claimed it was an invasion of her privacy for valentine to go on her public blog and look at the things she openly said and rbd there

so the server got put in slow mode and she KEPT GOING even though everyone was just begging her to stop and not even responding

as u can see, around this point we just started spamming her with emoji reactions. she announced she was leaving then went back to arguing a full three times before finally dipping from the server

then she continued complaining about us and calling us puriteens in her tags (trying to make it a proshipper v anti thing i guess lol?)

for literally months before finally remaking. also in that time she got in an argument about how the crusades were fine actually. italianphobia works hard but she works harder i guess

anyway i prolly left out a lot but thats the italian saga

[midzelink]

Got any Shant headcannons? I've seen that ship floating around a bit and it seems cute

Shant is, for anyone wondering, the name of the crackship between Shad and (a good guy) Zant, the origins of which I go over somewhat loosely in this post.  Of all my TP ships, it is the most ridiculous, but alas, I am jester and this is my court.  So!  Some headcanons, shall we?

When Zant first moves in with Shad (more on that here, what I’m about to say was more or less covered in that post too), he spends most of his time cooped up in his room with the door shut tight, feeling very out of place amidst Hyrule and its denizens.  Whenever he does leave his room, he consistently refers to Shad as “the purple one” and “the scholar” in a Supremely Jackass Move to Top All Jackasses, but despite his stubborn refusal to try and acclimate to his new surroundings, Shad’s continued respect of his boundaries and patience throughout the whole thing is what makes Zant realize that maybe living in Hyrule won’t completely suck.

This went on for months, during which time Shad spent a lot of time reporting back to Zelda on what the dude was up to (Zant was entirely aware of this, he has his past looming over him, after all) and lamenting his inability to connect with him in any meaningful way, as that was entirely the reason he agreed to let Zant move in with him to begin with.  Eventually, he gets the idea to try something new - maybe he spends some time with Midna, learning all there is to learn about the Twilight Realm, so he can help Zant feel more at home - and this is the tipping point that makes Zant apologize for his Supreme Jackassery, in a very brief but genuine moment where Zant calls him by his actual name for the very first time (Shad is caught extremely off-guard by this).  Yippee!

Here’s the thing about Zant: he Does Not Like to Be Touched.  At all.  There are very few exceptions to this rule, but it’s mostly a sensory thing.  So it’s pretty significant that, after the two start spending actual time together (mostly spent around books, Zant pointing at a picture of a cow in a children’s story and going “what the f**k is this,” stuff like that) and, one night, Shad asks if it’s okay for him to reach up and touch his face...that Zant says yes.  And here’s where the dam really bursts open; Shad is just so, so interested in everything about him, his eyes, his runes, the shape of his body... It’s the first moment of closeness they really have, and even though Zant is a little overwhelmed (and embarrassed) by all of his questions, he’s also kind of...warmed?  By them.

Not long after this, Shad convinces Zant to try eating for the very first time (there is no food in the Twilight Realm), which Zant really only does to make Shad happy, because that slop looks nasty and gross!  ...And most of it is, except...it turns out the dude has a bit of a sweet tooth.  So he gets into baking.  Hard.  Cookies.  Pastries.  Cakes.  Pies.  Brownies. Those little breakfast croissants that have chocolate chips in them. He dedicates so much of his time to it that Shad’s place is littered with the stuff, and Shad doesn’t really like sweets at all but still tries everything Zant makes because he can tell Zant wants him to.  In the end, it’s less about Zant liking sweets or any of the actual food itself than it is about Zant finding something new and hyperfocusing on it as his One Real Anchor on getting a grip with life in Hyrule, which Shad is aware and is very appreciative of.

(Zant still doesn’t really wind up eating that often, but any time he does, it’s gotta have a shit ton of sugar.  And, like, the dude actually got really good at baking.  When he sets his sights on something, he really goes for it.)

Zant helping Shad sort through old texts and uncovering new shit together, Shad helping Zant feel comfortable enough to walk through the streets of Castle Town at night (sunlight makes him uneasy), Zant noticing Shad’s glasses are dirty so he takes and cleans them before leaning over and gently placing them back on his face, Shad being in awe every time Zant uses magic to do literally anything

blah blah blah they open a library blah

Their relationship isn’t exactly one I would define as explicitly romantic (probably hovering somewhere between romantic and queerplatonic, as Zant has never been interested in anyone at all), but despite it never being discussed between the two of them, they are unequivocally Together, insomuch as they have no interest in Being With anyone else.  It’s weird, what they have, but that’s good!  Weird is good, yeah?

BONUS: Ashei and Shad are still very much two disaster gay BFFs in this scenario and she and Zant have to learn to occupy the same space every now and again which is INCREDIBLY funny because they’re both very Bad at Talking and just being around people in general (imagine, like, they’re trying to have a conversation comprised entirely of one word sentences.  It is Not Going Well).

In summation, and I know I’ve said this before, but again: And They Were Roommates (Oh My God They Were Roommates)™

[sargentr]

my fave drarry fics of all time, part one

so, after discovering i’ve officially been reading drarry fanfic for 4 years now, i decided to show my (quite big) list of favorite drarry fics. there are 46 in total, but i’ve listed 10 down below. the first three are my absolute favorites but the rest are equally as good

most of my notes are fresh from when i wrote them post-reading. i’ve changed some, seeming less like a crazy unstable bitch, but fuck these were all emotional as fuck. enjoy

ps: i dont really know how to tag people i dont follow. i cant try and tag the authors later. soz!!

pps: most of these i read when i was really into a bottom!draco phase, so most of them contain that, some are switch tho (as it should be, yikes past me)

1. Everything That Happen is From Now On / ~43K 

After surviving a brutal assault, Draco tries to navigate the tumultuous waters of his mind, and embrace a bit of love and trust in his life. After all, the smallest steps forward can begin to heal the most fractured of souls

okay so before i get in to how beautiful this story is, i wanna say that it does touch on rape quite explicitly. i cried like an idiot reading the entire thing, because draco’s pain is navigated in the most beautiful and realistic way. it touches on a subject very risky for me, very personal, and i still can’t think of a better drarry story. draco’s very draco about it all, and harry is very harry about it all. it’s just perfect, and messy, and tender, and sad. i’ve reread it more than any other fic, and it doesn’t disappoint. 

2. Pocket Full of Starlight / ~46K

When Scorpius Malfoy and Jamie Potter meet at Quidditch camp, they take an instant dislike to each other. Then they discover their lives are more connected than they could possibly imagine.

ah yes. the magic of kid fics. the TASTE

parent trap au. i read this one recently, like 3 months back, and absolutely fell in love with everything about it, partially because the parent trap is legit one of my top 10 favorite movies of all time. its just. the essence, the IDEA, is soooo mf beautiful. i cant get enough of reading when harry or draco finally meet the other twin, or how they cant stop loving each other even after 11 years. my heart clenched throughout the whole thing. 

3. Temptations on the Warfront / ~180K

Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes. 

this was the first drarry fic ive ever read, and before this mf i HATEDDD this pairing. so you can imagine how much it took to convince me otherwise, bc i was 100% scorbus before this.

to be fair, horcrux hunting with draco involved is, possibly, my favorite trope ever. its unique. theres tension, both sexual and life threatening. in some ways it romanticizes the war, but fuck it it aint a real war. 

slowest of burns. amazing. life changing. long as hell. nothing else to be said except read it right now i demand it.

4. Clouding the Senses / ~58K

As everyone returns to Hogwarts for a final eighth year, some people are coping better with the aftermath of the war than others. After encountering a very drunk Draco Malfoy one night, Harry realises that maybe those that lost loved ones aren’t the only ones trying to escape the war. Blaise Zabini seems to think Harry can help Malfoy, that the Slytherin might actually listen to him. Harry is not so sure. Dependence is a tricky thing, and one addiction can quickly shift to another.

everyone that reads drarry loves 8th year fics, but this ones just kinda different from all those normal (yet entertaining) ones. draco’s an alcoholic in this, and one night harry tries to help him and whoops, one thing leads to the other and they start having casual sex. its really, really amazing how both draco and harry navigate the addiction, i really cant say it has any flaws. 

i know the author got a lot of hate on their fics and thats why they took them down, but they’re truly one of the best drarry authors out there. i’ve reread this a couple of times, and the tenderness, the love and confusion is all very on character. a+

5. Restraint / ~153K

Someone casts the Imperius curse on Draco Malfoy, and whatever the instructions may be, Harry finds himself an unwilling target. The encounter leaves him torn between pleasure and revulsion. As they fight in the aftermath, a tense game begins. Harry fights to convince Malfoy, and himself, that he was not affected by that initial encounter, or any of those following it.

Faced with a series of escalating encounters, Harry must come to terms with desiring things he never thought he could, things he wishes he didn’t respond to. They each use signs of arousal as weapons against each other in a mad struggle to finally shame the other into backing down for good. 

But it’s only after the game is over that Harry starts to understand.

this is by the same author of clouding the senses, and i read this just this week. at first, it’s shocking, because it plays around with consent in a very unsettling way. when communication comes in, and its starts getting healthier, you can really understand where the author found the idea of playing with consent. it is, in my opinion, 100% characteristic of how they would behave post-war, with that grief and confusion. it’s also dom/sub in some parts, and that’s mf hot. 

it also has my favorite tropes in it, but it’s a spoiler to say which one. i’ll probably mention the trope in the list along with a bunch others, but when u finish reading you’ll know which one ;)

6. Humbug / ~30K

Draco has been taking his casual relationship with Harry for granted. Visits from four key ghosts the night before Christmas just might shake up his priorities in life.

(felt like it was valid to just paste what i wrote in my notes app after reading this)

(FUCKKKKKK HOW TO EVEN START?!!!?? just a fucking bonus, draco is THE best bottom o ever exist i love my bottom son so much. this story isnt only amazing it’s excruciatingly painful to read, harry and draco have been sleeping together but harry is completely in love with him. draco doesnt see how much harry cares for him or how much hes hurting harry by treating their fling like its just that, a FLING. with that, draco is haunted by three ghosts. one of the past, the present and the future, AND THEY SET THAT IDIOT STRAIGHTTTT 1800000/10. the gays DO KEEP MF WINNING!!!

7. in your arms, rests my world / ~24K

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it.

“You make me feel safe, Potter” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”

the friends with benefits trope doesnt ever disappoint, top 5 tropes fr, especially if its also 8th year. harry and draco get into their little thing, but of course nothing ever is simple between them. by the preview, you can clearly see how much draco likes harry (also another 10/10 trope, the ‘i’ve been in love with harry potter since i was 11′ one). my only tiny issue with this is that harry fucks it up just a tad, but it of course adds up to the drama of it all, which i absolutely love.

noting it also touches on non-con/rape and, and all in all, is extremely angsty. one i was tense from beginning to end. but i am gonna say it ends amazingly and v happily.

8. Playing the Hero / ~29K

Nobody kissed me like Harry did. He kissed like he flew; he kissed like he duelled - with his whole being, not caring about anything else. I had never felt as vulnerable as I did when he kissed me, seizing all and any control I had over myself. But when Harry kissed me, I felt free...

so the thing about angst is that it ignites that mf feeling side u that even tho it hurts you cannot get enough of. this fic was EVERYTHINGGG. it made cry and laugh and smile. also another trope i absolutely adore is them breaking up and not being 100% ok with that, bc ding ding!! YALL STILL LOVE EACH OTHER!! 

i cant describe how i felt, honestly. i would just paste my notes (i wont bc spoilers) but it looks like i went thru sum shit. deadass

9. fine i’ll hold my breath / till i forget it’s complicated  / ~ 15K with the two parts

Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it's more complicated than it actually is.

u know, fluff is a drug. i dont know if its beucase 90% of drarry fics are about angsty get-togethers, but i had butterflies in my stomach when i read this. its adorable. draco is so clearly in love, he jusT SMILES A LOT I CANTTT. 

its cute. i love it to death. have some fluff before starting your day.

10. Un Noël très parisien / ~14K

When Draco crossed paths with Auror Potter at a political function in Paris, he was not expecting their former animosity to change into something rather more intriguing. But he could be certain their casual flirtation would not last more than the night, couldn't he?

look. i know i named a lot of my favorite tropes here, but i cant end this without mentioning how much single dad draco affects me. i love scorpius and how much he changes draco in every fic he appears. i love parent draco and i shant be silent about it (especially when scorpius is legit just a year old in this. i died)

as it states, harry and draco have a one night stand but draco thinks thats it, that it was all he was ever gonna have. he’s wrong of course, and the path it takes, with both scorpius and harry there, just melted my mf heart.

well kids that’s all i have for now. imma work on a part two with 10 other fics i really love!1

[pwnyta]

Why is it that most fandom salt seems to happen from shipping? Like I'm so confused why this is the thing that everyone seems to debate about. Maybe I'm just too aro/ace but I just don't get it.

I have no idea why its specifically shipping that gets people panties in a twist.

Maybe its a passed down behavior from religious upbringings? Think about it.... The bible says a lot of shit but what seems to be most focused on by the douchiest part of that fandom is like homosexuality and virginity and sex before marriage... ya know... weird relationship/sexuality based douchebaggery. Nobody really gets up in arms about cotton-polyester blends and eating shellfish...

(media) fandoms do the same shit. Weird relationship rules I dont get it.

Thou shalt not ship character a with character b because that is a sin and one should be STONED TO DEATH.

Characters who are violently murderous are righteous in the eyes of The Fandom and fair to be shipped... with the exception of the ugly for then their crimes shant be forgiven and all those who support them SHOULD BE STONED TO DEATH. So sayeth The Fandom.

Ah Nime.

[glapplebloom]

While I’m doing this on the 4th, you’ll be seeing this much later...

With the announcement of Echos, its a given that some obvious ones are going to be in it. And Ken is the most obvious of them all, since you could argue he was the original Echo (despite their claim of Luigi being one). So while I’m meh on the reveal because it was so obvious, he does look frikkin sweet. But one thing I do have to wonder: how come he’s an echo when Isabelle isn’t. He looks vastly different from Ryu.

Maybe because if he wasn’t an Echo, he would be 69. Not really into Pokemon so the idea of a Pokemon being the last character in the base game felt a little disappointing. But if we’re not going to have Starman in the game, at least we got someone who can use the Flying Cross Chop. Starman lives on through this wrestling Pokemon.

We’re no longer going to have trophies. Instead, we’re getting pretty much stickers. Spirits Mode, at this point, basically combined the Stickers of Brawl with the challenge mode and the leveling up system from 4. So two of the three are things I really weren’t interested in before combined into one thing. And I see a lot of people share these thoughts. So for me this is a meh mode.

Something that is interesting though, I will admit, is the fact these challenges are linked to specific spirits. The examples they showed (from the ones I know of) do scream them. But then I saw others don’t really seem to directly match up like Shante’s Spirit Fight sounding more like Risky’s.

There’s a contest on Tumblr where if you pick someone who is confirmed playable in Smash you get a free drawing. My first pick was Capt. Toad who got deconfirmed in the Odyssey Stage. So my second choice was Shadow, who I felt would have been so easy to make an Echo of Sonic. This direct confirms he is an Assist Trophy once more. Bummed I was wrong, but it really isn’t something I would have super enjoyed. 

But man, some of them would have been cool to be playable. I know people wanted Issac, but seeing Akira being like that wanted me to have him playable. And Guile basically doing what he does in Street Fighter is frikkin funny. Also glad the Assist Trophies outnumber the Pokemon since, again, I am more interested in those. And also Wily begging is awesome.

Of course DLC is included. 5 brand new characters are going to be added to Smash for either 5.99 each or 24.99 for the Season Pass. So off the bat it would be cheaper to get the pass, and it also includes a new stage and multiple music tracks. This pretty much deconfirms Starman because, while he could be a fun new character, he does not have a lot of music tracks or a unique stage to bring to the table.

Also, I see people thinking if a character has a Spirit they’re deconfirmed as well, but the fighters do have Spirits themselves and the fact they are acknowledged to me actually increases their chances of being included. So here are my picks for who I think will be in the 5 DLC slots...

Dr. Robotnik - Capcom has three reps. Konami has three. Sega still has one and a half (since Bayonetta’s sequels are Nintendo published). And with Virtua Fighter being the only other franchise I could see get a rep (and that was deconfirmed), another Sonic character makes sense. And while Tails is logical, I think Robotnik would be more fun.

Shante - Remember when I talked about her Spirit being more closer to Risky than her? Well, what if it was to throw us off until Shante is an actual playable character.

Square Rep - Like Sega, Square only has one legit representative in Smash. It could be Geno, Sora, heck maybe Lara Croft but I am going to believe Square is going to have one more newcommer.

Heihachi - Namco also only has one rep as a playable character. And Heihachi was a costume in the last game while others moved on to become assist trophies or playable characters. And since we got all the Assist Trophies named...

Microsoft Representative - Either Banjo/Kazooie or a Minecraft rep, but I get the feeling we’ve seen these two working so close together to not have something going on between the two behind the scenes. 

The following were made before the tweet saying Nintendo chose who the final 5 are. This could mean a Square and Microsoft Rep can still get in, but we’re also more likely getting another new Pokemon or Fire Emblem character. Maybe a future new game Nintendo wants to represent.

While I’m still going for Starman for that contest, I suspect at least one of the above to come true.

How did I react to him being playable?

Well, if Cloud being in the game didn’t prove it, this guy proves anyone could be in Smash. Except Waluigi. But he looks fun and I will be taking advantage on the fact he’ll be free for those who get the game before the end of January.

At least the game has a single player mode beyond Classic. Was hoping for a more Adventure Style game but this still looks interesting. And of course, everyone dies except Kirby. Sonic maybe able to outrun them until there’s no more ground, but seeing him trying to save Pikachu was heartbreaking. 

Overall, while I wouldn’t say this was the best Smash Direct, it at least finalized my need to get the game and a Switch too. Plan on getting a Switch on Black Friday so it can come with Mario Kart 8.

[gauravp01]

#57

Sun/Mon, 17/18 Apr 2022, 12:04 am

It was a nice day, but little disturbing to know about some incident during the evening walk. Don't know what is the thinking of boys these days. "All men are same"; this slang is used many times by the girls or by others. This is, I think true upto some extent. There are some exceptions, but I am saying this because everyone is grown up in the same society and the same level of mentality is infused in each of us. To be specific, the patriarchal society. We, the men, are made feel since the childhood that we are very special and we should do whatever we want, be it ethical, moral or not.

The boys are treated in a way that they subconsciously start feeling themselves stronger than the women. Which is, I know, true only upto some extent because of the muscular power or the harmonal differences. But that that doesn't make up superior to the women. I literally don't know what to say but the mind is not so quiet rn. Sometimes not having the authorities makes us feel helpless. Hm chahte hue bhi kuch nhi kr pate h.

When we are stuck between two situations, both have negative outcomes, then I think we should always go for the one with less worse outcome.

One more thing is there that girls should be taught to fight agains some unwanted situation. I already have mixed up everything but I don't know where to start and where to end. If I tell you the actual incident, it's about taking pictures of sister of a female friend of mine by some strangers (boys) in a library. Aur jb se is bare m suna h, thoda dimag ashant sa h aur ye soch rha hu k kese in chizo se deal kia jana chahie. Kyuki sch btau to hm ladke h na, jyada in chizo ko face nhi krna padta, to km hi ye sb sochne ka mauka mil pata h.

BTW, She is so young that this has scared her like hell. She could not even see their faces due to fear, and hence could not recognise them in the cctv footage as well. In such a situation a legal help may be considered. But if talked to them directly, this may solve the matter or may even worsen it. This is what the boys need to be taught about. I seriously have no clear idea what should be done in such a situation. If I put myself on the girl's place, then I think I could confront them directly and could have asked them to not to do so again. I might have warned them about police, but this could hurt their ego and they might have taken some other step against me. But at the same time, this could have crushed their confidence and maybe they won't repeat it again. It has both the possibilities.

The other scenario is to not to do anything. This will boost up their morale and will keep looking for more girls or maybe more chances to tease the same girl.

Obviously, the girls need to be aware that this is the reality and they should know how to deal with it. But when something happens with you very first time, you are not in a situation to understand the thing and hence acting accordingly.

But why don't we tell the boys to respect the girls and to respect their feelings and emotions. In the beginning I said that all the men are same, that means everyone has same character, but in different ratios. This ratio should be well maintained for a peaceful society.

And there are multiple ways these days to calm down your harmonal imbalances. If you want some pictures or anything, then go for them online. See the pictures or videos of the girls who share them intentionally, you know what I mean. Jo tumhare andr jyada hi hormones imbalance ho rhe h, wo online shant kr lo na yr apne phone pe.

These are the things which make you feel ashamed of being in such a society or maybe being a boy too. Arey ldko sudhar jao, saare ldko ki izzat khrab ho rkhi h wese hi phle se. Kya kr rhe ho bhai. Thoda pdo likho, desh ka naam roshan kro, kyu dusro ki photos leke khush ho rhe ho.

Yr in chizo m na, laws may help but change mentality se hi aega. Aur sch ye h k wo ek raat m nhi, blki gradually aega bahut time lgega. But we should understand that everyone has their own life and we should let them live the way they want. Is trh se kisi ko preshan krke kya milega bhai. Now see, you approached that girl for this nonsense. Who was affected by this. I am writing about it, arem to us ldki ko janta bhi nhi hu, but still I am feeling bad nah. So think about the family of that girl. When you disturb someone mentally, it's not about a day or week. It disturbs for years. Bhai saalo lg jaate h in chizo se bahr aane m. Hmara kya h, hm to kisi ko preshan krke aage nikl lenge dusra "Shikaar" dhudhne. But what about them?? Men should think about it. Who thinks these acts as a 'Mardaana Harqat', you must think again about you to be a 'Mard'.

Is sab m to m bhul hi gya k aaj Maa-papa ki anniversary thi. They have entered into the 28th year today. Many congratulations 💞

No party or celebration... Just ordered some dinner and it was enough.

Aur haa, I had ordered a burger and a chocolate shake in the evening. Got he burger and the Straw only. Was I supposed to eat the burger with the straw???? There was no shake😂

Then asked for the refund the got after some argument with the executive.

Now I will have to sleep, bcz I have an appointment with the dentist, and maybe ye phle bhi bta chuka hu m.

Aur pta nhi upr bht kuch likh dia h jo jo mn m tha, jyada socha bhi nhi k acha Bura kya likha h ..baad m khud padhunga to lgega k mene ye kb likh dia...

Good Night ✨