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[yelenasdiary]

KINKMAS WANDA X FEM READER VAGUELY CHRISTMAS TREE SHAPED DILDO AS A GAG GIFT BUT SHE ACTUALLY GOES THROUGH WITH IT

A Very Naughty Gift

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader

Summary: You got Wanda a little naughty gift as a joke, but to your surprise, she’s into it. 

Smut 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men, DNI!!

Warnings: Top! Wanda, Bottom! Reader, Use of Sex Toys (R Receiving), Oral (R Receiving), Mommy Kink | 1.2K

AC: Thank you for sending this! Ya’ll just bear with me when trying to describe this toy lmao! I hope you all enjoy! x

Holiday Special Masterlist 2024

The living room was a litter of mess, torn up wrapping paper covered the small spot between you and Wanda, the two of you loving the gifts you got one another. Although Wanda was Jewish, she liked the spirit of Christmas morning and being able to allow her inner child to feel the love and excitement of Christmas. 

You looked at Wanda with a cheeky grin, hiding the very last gift behind your hand. 

“What are you up too?” Wanda asked curiously. 

“Its just a little something that I saw, and I couldn’t leave it there�� you replied, pulling the wrapped gift out from behind your back and handing it to her. 

Wanda squinted her eyes slightly as she began to tear off the wrapping paper to find a bright green box in her lap, “cheeky!” She grinned before lifting the lid. Your eyes filled with mischief as she pulled out the holiday themed toy. A dildo in the shape of a Christmas tree. It’s silicone color a burgundy pearlescent with plenty of girth for pleasure as it was wrapped with small balls for ornaments, fake bows, gifts at its base and of course, the tip rounded and smooth with tiny stars.

The toy was truly a work of art, something Wanda definitely didn’t expect. A playful smile spread across her lips as she looked up at you, “something tells me that you didn’t just buy with as a joke” she spoke.

Your cheeks turning red at her words, “I mean…if you’re into it” you paused for a moment, your eyes dropping to the silicone toy in her hands. Wanda’s eyes darkened with desire as she watched you eyeing off the toy, “I think you want mommy to use this on you, don’t you sweetheart” she said, breaking the silence as you looked back into her eyes. 

“It’s a little hard for mommy to believe you just saw this and thought about how funny it would be to wrap it up for Christmas” she added, leaning towards you, “I think my little angel saw this and got turned on by the idea of having mommy bury this deep inside you, isn’t that right?” She whispered, her voice low. 

All you could do was nod at her words, her lowered voice sending a throb to your core. “Use your words baby, don’t make mommy read that dirty mind you have” Wanda purred. Your breath quickened as your girlfriend moved closer to you, placing the toy beside her while one hand slowly brushed against the inside of your thighs, wearing nothing but panties and an oversized old t-shirt. “Y-yes mommy” you admitted in a stutter. 

“Mmm, I know you too well baby” her lips inches from yours, sending shivers down your spine, “let mommy take care of you darling” she added in a low husky voice. 

“Please, mommy” you begged before her lips kissed you deeply. Her free hand still traveling ever so slowly up your inner thighs. “Mommy!” You moaned softly between kisses. 

“Patience my love, mommy wants to taste you first” she spoke softly, moving her lips to your neck, trailing down to the collar of your t-shirt. Her talented hand already pulling your panties down to your ankles, “god, darling” she looked up at you, “you have no idea what you do to mommy, do you? My clueless little angel” she added as she made herself comfortable between your thighs. 

She began kissing the inside of your thighs, teasing you just a little more before finally her lips reached your glistening pussy. She blew gently against your swollen folds, making you shudder before she buried her tongue deep inside you without warning. “F-fuck!” You moaned in slight surprise, you felt her smirk briefly against your cunt before her tongue began flicking and swirling around your clit, driving you insane. 

“M-mommy! Feels s’good!” You cried out, your hips beginning to thrust upwards to meet her mouth with every stroke. Wanda’s tongue slid effortlessly inside your tight hole while she brought her thumb to your clit, adding to your pleasure. Your body trembling as you felt your orgasm approaching. 

“Please! Wanna cum!” You moaned. 

“Not yet, my sweet” Wanda whispered, pulling away momentarily as she reached for the silicone toy with her free hand. Her fingers wrapping around the thick trunk while her tongue replaced her thumb at your clit, swirling light circles around your bundle of nerves. She positioned the toy at your entrance, running the tip through your folds a few times before slowly pushing the festive toy inch by inch into your soaked pussy. 

“Fu-fuck!” You moaned, your eyes widened as the toy filled you with a unique sensation, its girth brushing against your walls perfectly as Wanda used the toy to stretch you out. “Oh god!” You gasp, your hands gripping tightly on to the rug you lay on. Wanda smiled proudly as she watched you take the entire toy, your moans and whimpers music to her ears, she couldn’t wait to add this to her strap later on. 

“You’re doing such a good job for mommy baby, taking me so well” she praised, allowing you time to adjust to the new sensations. “Feels so f-fucking good” you cried, throwing your head back as your walls clenched around the fake cock. Wanda took that as your green light and slowly began to thrust the toy in and out of your pussy, pushing it further with each thrust. 

Your moans filled the room as Wanda admired the way your cunt wrapped perfectly around her gift, slowly speeding up her actions before bringing her thumb back to your clit. “M-mommy! S’close!” You moaned, “p-please don’t s-stop!” 

Wanda smirked, “Oh baby, I think you can hold out just a little longer” she teased knowing how close you were, “mommy is enjoying her new toy at good use” she added. Her pace quickened, feeling her own arousal making her panties wet as she thrusted the dildo in and out of you and her thumb rubbing light circles around your clit in perfect rhythm. 

Your back arching off the rug as you tried to hold your climax, wanting to prove to Wanda you would do anything she said. “My poor baby, do you need to cum?” She asked, teasing you once more. 

You nodded, “p…p-please mommy!!” You cried out once more, “can’t h-hold it!” 

“Go on darling, cum all over mommy’s gift” she instructed with one final thrust. Your body overwhelmed with pleasure as you came around the toy, your moans echoing through the room while Wanda milked your pussy for every last bit of pleasure.

“That’s a good girl” she praised once more, coming up to kiss you, “you did so well my love” she whispered between kisses as she slowly withdrew the dildo. As you lay there, panting, she placed the toy to the side and wrapped her arms around you, bringing you closer to her chest. “Mommy” you whispered, trying to catch your breath. 

“Shh baby, its okay, mommy’s got you” she whispered back, her eyes admiring the toy that now glistened with your juices.

Wanda placed a soft kiss on your forehead as she held you, “I can’t wait to play with you again later, with my harness” she said, breaking the silence. Her words sent a throb to your core once again as you slowly picked yourself up to kiss her again, “Merry Christmas mommy” You smiled against her lips.

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[pedroscurls]

training partners (pt. 17)

summary: hugh comes back home… and you’re surprisingly better than he expected. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: smut (18+ mdni), shower sex, unprotected p in v, creampie, brief mention of toxic relationship (not with hugh!), no use of y/n. word count: 2.5k a/n: so sorry for such a delay in posting this! i really do appreciate every single one of you who has been along this journey with me - this story originally started as a one-shot and here we are, 17 parts later with two more left to go. hope you all enjoy this one! as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman. prev part.

The article lingers in your mind, but you focus solely on trying to move forward. Hugh calls you every morning and every night, making sure to send you a few texts during the day just to make sure that you’re doing okay. Surprisingly, you’ve spent the rest of the week at the gym and talking with your trainer. It helps knowing that you have someone other than Hugh that you can talk to about this. 

Hugh’s supposed to be back tonight and you do a quick boxing workout, dressed in a pair of spandex shorts and a sports bra. You’re eager to get home, to make sure dinner is ready for him by the time he gets here because you’re sure that he’s going to be tired by the time he’s home. You’re drenched in sweat, hands still wrapped in your hand wraps and your hair in a single braid. When you park your car in the garage and climb out, you’re surprised to hear quiet music playing from the kitchen. You look around in excitement, seeing Hugh’s shoes and his bag near the door. 

“Hugh?” you call out, dropping your duffle bag next to his luggage as you remove your shoes. You quickly walk to the kitchen, eyes lighting up at the sight of him. “You’re here!” 

Hugh looks up at you and smiles, walking over to you as his arms extend outwards for you. You run towards him, jumping into his arms as your legs wrap around his waist. Your arms wrap around his strong shoulders, face burying into the side of his neck as his strong arms hold you up. 

“Wanted to surprise you,” he smiles. “Managed to get an earlier flight.” 

“I missed you,” you whisper, pulling back enough to look down at him as he walks you to the kitchen counter and sets you on the edge. 

Hugh’s eyes take in your frame, biting his lower lip as he looks at you from top to bottom. “I missed you.” his voice lowers, large hands moving to your thighs as he spreads them open to stand between your legs. “Coming from the gym?” 

You nod, hands moving to his hair. “Just a quick boxing workout. Wanted to get home before you so I can make dinner, but… Well, here you are.”

“Here I am,” Hugh chuckles. “You look–” he growls lowly. “You look amazing, baby.”

“I’m all sweaty,” you giggle. 

“And I just came from the airport. Wanna take a shower?” 

You grin and nod instantly. “Yes, please.” 

“Since you asked so nicely,” he smiles, leaning in to peck your lips lightly. “Such a good girl already.” Hugh pulls back and hoists you over his shoulder, grinning to himself as he hears you let out a quiet gasp. 

“Hugh!” you giggle, feeling him walk towards the stairs and ascend it with ease. “Baby, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

Hugh chuckles, “No, I’m not. This isn’t the first time I’ve done this with you.” 

“But you’re tired–”

“Shh,” he says, setting you on your feet once inside the bathroom. “Now, let’s get you undressed.”

You smile to yourself and begin to unwrap your boxing wraps, biting your lower lip as you feel the throbbing between your legs become more prominent. “A month’s been too long,” you whisper, dropping one set of hand wraps on the floor.

Hugh nods, reaching out to rest his hands on your hips. He pulls you flush against him as he watches you undo the other set of hand wraps, leaning in to gently press his lips on your forehead. “I know,” he says softly. “My hand can only do so much.” 

You gasp, your hands finally free of the hand wraps as you move your gaze to him. “You– You touched yourself at the thought of me?” 

“Every night,” he answers, lips moving along your jawline. “Saved some pictures of you too.” 

“Naughty,” you whimper, feeling his teeth graze over your pulse point as your heart rate picks up even faster. “You’ll  have to go over in great detail what you did…” 

Hugh smirks and moves his hands to your backside, gripping both cheeks tightly to press you firmly against his front. “Won’t be as exciting as what I’m about to do to you, baby.”

You bite your lower lip and pull away from him to drop your spandex shorts and panties to the floor, followed by lifting your sports bra over your head. You stare at him, watching his own eyes widen at the sight of your exposed frame. You turn around to turn on the water in the shower, reaching your hand out to feel the temperature of the water. 

Hugh’s eyes rake over you from behind, immediately tugging down his sweat pants and boxers and reaching for the ends of his shirt. He looks down at himself, his manhood leaking and erect, throbbing painfully. He takes two long strides and wraps his arms around you from behind, one hand reaching up to cover your breast. His length slides between your cheeks as he rolls his hips against you, feeling you lean back against him.

“God, I missed you so bad, baby,” Hugh whispers, kneading your breast into the pit of his palm as he lowers his head to pepper light kisses along your bare shoulder. His other hand moves lower between your legs, running the pads of his fingertips along the length of your sex. He feels your wetness instantly and he smirks, slowly applying pressure to your bundle of nerves.

“Hugh,” you whimper, head tilting back to rest against his shoulder and exposing more of your neck for him. 

Hugh turns his head and lightly presses his lips against your neck, teeth gently grazing as he pushes his hips into you from behind. His precome smears across your backside as he pulls back to turn you around. He leans down and presses his lips against yours, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. “Not leaving the house for a week,” he mumbles against your lips. “Want you all to myself, baby.” 

Slowly, you pull away and move your hands to his shoulders. “Then take me inside the shower.” 

Hugh grins broadly and nods, stepping into the large shower with you. Warm water cascades down both of your bodies and he watches you bring your hands up to move your hair away from your face. He watches you lovingly, the droplets of water trickling down your body. Despite his throbbing erection, he reaches for your body wash and lathers the liquid into his palms before he reaches for you. Gently, he rests his hands on your shoulders and begins massaging the suds into your body. “I love you,” he whispers, feeling your hands move to his hair, stroking his wet locks away from his eyes. 

You whimper, feeling his large hands move down your body, thumbs now brushing against your nipples as the suds from your body wash lathers your body the more he moves lower. “I love you too, Hugh,” you moan quietly. “Need you, baby. Please…”

“Shh, I know,” he leans in and lightly pecks your lips. His hand moves between your legs, lips brushing against your jawline as the water continues to wash away the suds. Hugh uses two fingers to run along the length of your sex, feeling your slickness coat the pads of his fingertips. He moves his lips to your earlobe, gently nipping at it as he slides two of his fingers inside of your tight heat, letting out a low groan. “Already so wet for me,” he whispers. 

“Always so wet for you,” you moan, lifting one of your legs to wrap around his waist, opening yourself up more for him. 

Hugh groans and slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, your moans like music to his ears as it filters the entire bathroom. He feels your fingernails dig into the skin at his shoulders, gripping him so tightly as he thrusts his fingers into the knuckle. His name leaves your lips repeatedly and he smirks to himself, curling his fingers within your depths. 

“Hugh!” your body trembles as you reach down for his wrist and gently push him away, your high becoming too much for you to handle. Your chest heaves rapidly, trying to catch your breath as you stare up at him. “Fuck…”

“Ain’t done with you yet,” he growls. Hugh presses you back against the wall of the shower, keeping your leg lifted as he reaches down to take hold of his hardened length. He stares into your eyes as he pushes the head of his manhood past your folders, groaning at the feel of your warmth surrounding him. He pushes into you all the way, your tightness encompassing his throbbing length. Leaning forward, he presses his forehead against yours as his free hand comes up to rest on your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip. “Missed this, missed you,” he says breathlessly. 

You keep your hands laced together at the nape of his neck, holding onto him so tightly as you feel every inch of his throbbing manhood. He pulls back to his tip, only to slide back into you; his thrusts are slow, deep, and you feel everything. His breath fans across your lips as he breathes heavily, eyes staring solely into yours. 

Hugh grunts, his thumb dips into your mouth and you take it eagerly, sucking on his digit as his hips slowly begin to pick up in speed. “Never gonna be away from you for that long,” he whispers. “Taking you everywhere I go from now on.”

“Y–Yes,” you agree with a nod, tongue swirling around his thumb. “Hugh, please…”

“Tell me what you need,” Hugh says quietly. 

“Fuck me like you mean it.” you demand, teeth grazing the tip of his thumb. 

“Fuck,” he groans with a smile. Hugh removes his hand from your cheek and lifts you into his arms, hands now splaying underneath your ass cheeks as he thrusts into you. He keeps your back firmly pressed against the wall of the shower as his hips slam into yours repeatedly; the sound of your moans mixing in with the water that slaps against your skin. It’s so obscene, the sounds you’re making, the sounds your bodies are producing. 

He will never get enough of this.

He will never get enough of you. 

Your arms tighten around his shoulders, feeling your walls begin to tremble once more as you get closer and closer to your second orgasm. “Hugh, oh god, baby, I’m–”

“I know,” he groans. “Can fucking feel you trembling, baby.” 

He moves one hand to rest against the wall of the shower, holding you with one arm as his muscles flex with each thrust forward. The feel of his length thrusting in and out of you, sliding along your walls cause your legs to tighten even further around his waist, holding him flush against you.

“Hugh!” you exclaim loudly, rolling your hips against his as you ride out yet another orgasm. 

Hugh groans, watching the way your face contorts into pleasure, feeling the way your walls tighten even further around his length. He leans in and presses his lips against yours, water cascading down your bodies as his thrusts begin to falter. His hips stutter against your own, feeling the tightness build and build in the pit of his stomach. With one more thrust, he slams into you fully as he paints your walls with his come. His own body shakes with the intensity of his own orgasm, pulling away from your lips to let out a low groan. 

“Fuck,” he grunts. Gently, Hugh slowly pulls out and sets you on your feet, staring down at you with a smile. “I love you.”

You nod in agreement, looking down between your legs as you watch his come trickle down. “I love you too,” you smile, gently standing on your toes to peck his lips. 

—

Later that night, you lie in bed with Hugh, bodies tangled in the sheets as his arms wrap around your frame. You’re resting your head against his strong chest as you stare up at him, smiling to yourself. 

“Can I say something?” he asks quietly.

“Always.” 

“You’re– You’re doing surprisingly better than I thought you’d be,” Hugh says honestly. 

You shrug. “I’ve done a lot of thinking this last week… And boxing also helped.” 

He brings one hand to cup your cheek, looking into your eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You nod, turning your head to kiss the inside of his wrist before you sit up and bring the sheet to cover your upper half. You look down at him and sigh quietly, turning your gaze to look outside the large windows of the night sky of the city skyline. “The article really hurt. The words that were said really hurt. The comments… Everything.”

Hugh nods, turning to lie on his side as he props his head on his palm. He looks up at you and gently reaches over with his free hand to rest over you. “It hurt me too, but only because everything that was said was a lie.” 

“I’m really tired of letting Jack run my life,” you admit quietly. “I’m tired of running away, of not dealing with it…”

“I don’t blame you, you know,” Hugh says. “He hurt you really badly… I understand why you’d just want to… forget everything.”

“I just thought that once he had broken up with me, that would be the end of it. That I’d finally get to be free of him,” you sigh.

“A person like that…” he shakes his head with a sigh. “They won’t ever want to see you happy.”

You nod, taking his hand and gently playing with his fingers. You let out a quiet sigh as your mind drifts to Jack, to your relationship with him. It pains you to even think back to the moments you had with him because at one point, you really did love him.   

Biting your lower lip, you finally ask, “Does our age gap bother you? Do you think that I only want you for your money?”

Hugh shakes his head. “No and no.” Sighing, he sits up with you and leans over to kiss your temple. “Our age gap is just a number to me… and you were already successful before we met.”

“Is this… What if someone better comes along? Someone that knows this life,” you ask quietly, motioning around his bedroom with your hand. “I’m just me. I’m no celebrity…” 

“There is no one better than you, baby.” Hugh wraps his arm around your shoulders and holds you close to his side. “You being you is one of the reasons why I fell in love with you.”

“But what if–”

Hugh interrupts you and shakes his head. “You’re it for me,” he says seriously. “You’re the only one that I’ll ever want.”

You move to look up at him, hand coming up to rest on his cheek. “Hugh…”

“My swole mate,” he whispers with a smile. “I’d spend the rest of my life loving you if you let me.”

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[seeingivy]

my neurons are tingling… they’re telling me “trust me. i can handle a dangerous man” with suguru 🤔

trust me, i can handle a dangerous man x suguru geto

**part of my tortured poets concert event

--

“so…you’re like a magician?” you ask. 

“a sorcerer. and it’s…it’s not as frivolous as someone who just does tricks, y/n.” suguru notes, his tone caustic. 

from the little divot on his forehead – the one that you can make out in the dim light pouring through the window – you can tell that suguru geto is frustrated. a quick irritation you’re able to recognize quickly at this point, which in his case, most of the time, stems from being misunderstood. 

suguru geto hates being misunderstood. and it’s the first sign, one of the few, that he makes before he retreats. the little markers, you liken them to reading the waves before you surf – having to be able to parse out the energy, the tension in the water – or in this case, the person, before you push forward. 

you reach forward, your hands warm on his shoulders as you trace small circles into the terse spots on his shoulder. you can’t help but lean your cheek against his back, tangling one of your fingers in his air to free his locks from the mess of his bed head bun. 

“a sorcerer. so, what exactly does that mean?” you murmur. 

suguru sighs, lifting the heels of his palms and rubbing them into his eye sockets. his eye bags are particularly deep for an unbecoming friday night, one where he’s actually cuddled into the blankets with you instead of being stuck at work, and you relish in the fact that, at the very least, he’s here. 

“can you do spells like harry potter?” you whisper. 

the silly comment earns you a breathless laugh from suguru, enough for him to seek out your touch and lean his temple against yours, before turning to offer a soft kiss to your cheek. 

“no.” 

“do you sparkle like edward cullen?” you ask. 

“no. not that type of magic. and it’s…not magic.” 

you lean back. 

“okay, i’ll bite. so what can you do?” 

“i eat curses.” 

“delicious.” you deadpan. 

“i’m being serious.” 

you shrug. you can tell that he’s being purposely vague, that whatever it is that he’s trying to explain frustrates him more than even having to articulate it, and decide against asking further, at least in earnest. 

“do they taste good? i mean…i’m assuming, no right? because you’re said they’re made up of all the bad feelings or whatever, so they must taste like…like that battery acid coffee shop we went to downtown!” 

suguru gives you a hum in response. 

“that’s actually not a bad analogy. they taste horrible. but after i eat them, i basically control them.” 

“right. you control them.” you note. 

suguru heaves a great sigh. 

“you must think i’m insane.” 

you shrug in response. 

“i mean. maybe a little bit. do you have any that i can see?” you ask. 

“the fact that you’re still entertaining an entire conversation after i’ve mentioned curses, monsters, and the like says more about you than it does about me, you know?” 

you smile, reaching forward to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

“just that i love you a little too much to entertain whatever you’re saying. even if you sound absolutely ridiculous.” 

suguru scoots away from you on the bed, leaning his head left and right with accompanying cricks, before stretching his arms out. and before you know it, there’s a pink stingray floating above the two of you, moving back and forth in motion with his fingers. 

you stand up, sticking your hand out to touch it, only to be met with a slimy cold feeling underneath your fingers. the mere sensation sends a shivering rush down your spine, before you turn back to see suguru with his eyes wide in shock, maybe even a little bit of admiration if that’s what it is, as you smile. 

“so you can see it.” suguru whispers. 

“was i not supposed to?” you mumble back. 

you turn back to see him shaking his head at you, before he beckons for you to come back, the curse hovering around in the air ceasing from the room. he wraps his arm around your waist, nestling his head into your shoulder, as you tangle your legs in between his. again. 

“some people can see them. but most people can’t.” 

you can’t help but laugh. 

“does that mean i’m all magical like you? does that make me special?” 

suguru frowns, pulling back, before reaching to cup the side of your face, rubbing a small circle into your cheek with his thumb. 

“well, quite frankly, you were already special. maybe a little more now, but…” 

“are you trying to flatter me?” you ask. 

suguru grins. 

“is it working?” 

“all signs point to yes.” 

you lean back, back onto the duvet that’s been messed up by the wiggling you were doing in your sleep, as you gesture for him to join you. 

“so why are you telling me? i’ve watched enough movies to know that your little magical world won’t be happy if i know. since i could go telling everyone your secret and everything.” 

“it’s just…dangerous. i want to make sure that you know how to take care of yourself if i’m not here…or if i can’t get to you in time. being a jujustu sorcerer isn’t exactly the most stable job in the world, you know?” 

you frown. 

“dangerous like…like you could die?” 

there’s an uncomfortable pain in suguru’s chest. 

“yes.” 

“well, are you good at being a jujustu sorcerer? is there someone who protects you?” 

“i’m decent. and my partner, he’s…he’s the strongest. so.” 

“okay, well then it’s fine.” you respond. 

suguru frowns. 

“it’s fine?” 

“well, i’m not going to stop you from being a jujutsu sorcerer.” 

“no.” 

“so then i’ll just keep faith in the fact that you’re good at what you do. and that your partner is the strongest and they can take care of you.” 

surguru swallows hard. 

“and what if you get hurt because of me?” 

you shake your head. 

“you won’t let any of the…bad feelings come get me, will you?” you joke. 

he doesn’t laugh. or find it funny even in the slightest. 

“you misunderstood. what if i hurt you?” he asks again. 

you roll your eyes. 

“trust me. i can handle a dangerous man.” 

suguru leans forward, pressing his forehead firm against yours. 

“i was being serious.” he whines. 

“so was i. you tend to have a tendency to live in your head. i have yet to be…be afraid of you, even despite your ghastly bed head, and you clearly are risking enough just by telling me.” 

suguru reaches forward, giving your cheek a slight squish. 

“i can tell you’re trying to safeguard me in every way you can. it’s also why your entire premise that i’ll be hurt by you in the end is idiotic.”  

“now i’m idiotic.” 

you reach forward and pinch his cheek right back. 

“just a bit.” you whisper.

--

[glamourscat]

you’re now my new friend so im gonna complain about some fans🤭🤭🤭

THE OTHER THING I WANT TO TALK ABOUT IS tim isn’t weak????? its canon damian says “drake is stronger than i like to admit” or something like that but the idea is that tim is canonically strong i mean cmon he’s a bat??? i saw something that another writer wrote and i really don’t want to disrespect but she(?) wrote something like tim couldn’t do the ‘jacked and kind’ trend. HE CAN HE HAVE TO IF HE COULD NOT HOW CAN HE BE A BAT HE HAVE TO BE STRONG

and he’s really smart like i don’t even now how to say it but its conan bruce think tim can even be smarter than him and damian says tim is the smartest!!!

i mean i get it tim isn’t the most popular robin but he’s really great but tiktok and tumblr makes him look like an idiot who’s just soft??? HE IS NOT his story is really interesting if you just read instead of making him look like some weak thing.

and bcz of the misinformation people just don’t like tim😭😭😭😭

and i don’t even want to talk about coffee addiction LIKE PLS STOP THIS MADNESS

ps:i probably made grammer mistakes sorry🙏🏼 AND i would like to send some asks when im more awake😭😭😭 it’s 3am rn

Don’t worry about it ahaha. Me and grammatical errors are like this 🤝🏻. Also, if you’re comfortable with it, let’s be moots 😭. I honestly need more people to yap with about Tim.

and yes ofc! Feel free to send more asks about Tim whenever u wish :)

Now, onto what you said. YES, YES, AND YES AGAIN. Thank you! I’m going to be honest here, I think Tim’s mischaracterization as “weak” boils down to the fact that many people see him as a twink……. The amount of art, both drawn and written, where he is depicted as this frail little thing that can’t think for himself and is weak and shy is too big. I mean, are we looking at the same character?

When I see people butchering Tim’s character, it’s clear to me that they haven’t read the comics. I’m not saying you need to read ALL of them—that’s just absurd considering the number of runs there are. Just the main ones could be beneficial. You know, having a general idea about the character.

He was trained by Bruce (and we know Bruce’s training is anything but easy), Nightwing and lastly, Lady Shiva herself. He has mastered many unarmed styles of fighting, including Leopard Kung Fu, Savate, Judo, Capoeira, Karate, Dragon Kung Fu, and Bojutsu.

He might not be a tank like Jason (side note: let’s remember Jason is the way he is thanks to the Lazarus Pit, because he was malnourished growing up, which stunted his growth). Just because Tim isn’t ripped and has a leaner build doesn’t mean he is weak. Nor does it mean he is stupid. His IQ is 142, and he is cited as the most analytical of Batman’s proteges, with detective skills on par with Batman himself. Like you said, BRUCE HIMSELF says he believes Tim is smarter than him in some ways.

And on the coffee addiction—that’s so funny to me because, if I’m not wrong, he drank coffee ONE time in canon, someone made it his personality, and everyone ran with it 😭.

I just can’t. Honestly, Tim is a skater boy. A punk at heart, who listens to bands like Oasis and Green Day. He is absolutely obsessive at times, loud and opinionated. He is a child prodigy and grew up rather isolated. Then his mother died. He and his father got into deep arguments because of his job as Robin. He stopped, then started again. His father died, and he found his father’s dead body while wearing his Robin uniform. He escaped Bruce for about a month, forging a fake adoption certificate from a FAKE uncle he made up because he didn’t want to be taken in by Bruce.

He feels like he is a burden and still keeps that sentiment, which was incremented when Damian joined the family and took his spot as Robin, leaving Tim feeling hopeless. He became Red Robin, lost his best friend (or something more) and went absolutely insane trying to clone him. He can’t handle loss for shit. The same thing happened in his Red Robin run where he ignored both Nightwing and Steph, who tried to stop him from following his unhinged plan of finding Bruce, who was presumed dead but Tim thought was alive. To save his loved ones, he willingly jumped from a building while injured, almost dying.

This, in my eyes, is anything but weak.

He is my unhinged bisexual gremlin. Love him so much

[heavenlyshifts]

about me ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

── .✦ hi lovies! i’m ᴀɴɢᴇʟ. i am a shifter with too many DRs and the same s/o in a͟l͟m͟o͟s͟t͟ every universe. which is benjamin wadsworth ⏦ﾟ♡︎

── .✦ i love books/movies and pinterest, tumblr and tiktok!!. I write— sometimes a whole bunch of nothing, but i love writing. so if you also love to write, scripting is a BUNCH of writing/typing (sneak motivation? ☺️).

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shifting ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

── .✦ im sure you’ve heard of shifting before, I found out about shifting when a bunch of other shifters did (dracotok) which clearly left a mark on me because im still shifting to Hogwarts!! i didn’t start shifting until this year but now that ive started, i LOVE it. ❦

⋆. ࿐࿔ my asks are always open and I’d love to get some! i’d be SO happy to write scenarios, blurbs, give shifting motivation or scripting ideas, or really anything else. don’t be shy & feel free to send whatever you want (nsfw or not it’s fine with me! ♥︎)

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꩜ ⋆˚࿔| ᴅʀꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛᴇᴅ

(⭑ means i have shifted)

hogwarts (1) ⭑

deadly class ⭑

singer dr

fame dr

hogwarts (2) ⭑

golden trio

princess/royalty

wicked (1) ⭑

pretty little liars

wicked (2) ⭑

wicked x hogwarts crossover ⭑

criminal minds

nepo baby

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i want this to be a safe space for everyone so please be nice. my messages/asks are always open if you need anything…

would any of you be interested in an anon list and a tag list?? lmk! 🤭

[dearfuturehusbandblog]

I'm Not Sure How To Feel...

Dear Future Husband,

Wow. I almost wrote Deaf Uture Husband, which is either ironic or a Freudian slip of the fingers, because that's literally what this post is about.

I grew up with a disabled, lazy, mostly-absentee, so-many-other-problems, father.

And someone just sent me the resume for someone similar.

Now, the truth is, I don't know him all that well.

But I do know that he's deaf (aka disabled). And that (at least in the beginning, especially around the divorce) he has been kind of an absentee father. And that he was kind of pushed into working despite not really wanting to, so he basically works a minimum wage job.

I know all this because he's the ex of a family friend.

Yeah.

Also he's a lot younger than me, which on it's face isn't necessarily a problem, but it's the lack of maturity more than the "youngness" that bothers me.

The friend who sent the resume is one of the absolute sweetest people you could ever meet in your life.

We were in middle and high school together, though we didn't share too many classes and weren't in the same social circles, so at the time we were more acquaintances than friends.

But recently I signed up to bring them a meal after she gave birth and I've since been helping her out with the kids a few times a week and we've definitely moved from acquaintances to friends.

Since it's been less than 2 months though, we are still getting to know each other and I'm not sure if the resume was her idea or her husband's. I don't even really know if they actually know him or just read the resume and thought it sounded good for me. But she had asked me if the last name had ever come across my desk before and I just thought to myself "it caaaan't be who I think it is...." so I told her to feel free to send it over, because the best case scenario is that it's someone I've never heard of and the worst case scenario is I just say no thank you.

I considered how to word it when I saw that it was exactly who I thought it was, and ended up just telling her how funny it was that I actually did know who he was and that it was just not shayich for a bunch of reasons, but I'd keep him in mind for others.

Diplomatic, closed the subject, and now we can move on.

Or can we....?

Because this is the second guy suggested to me this year who is a little off.

And I know that kind of comes with the territory of being an "older single".

And I know that people think that I'm the sweetest person and therefore would entertain the idea of these guys because I come across as a nonjudgemental person, the exact type these guys would need to marry.

But at the same time, I'd like to think people deem me worthy of at least a 6, you know?

Neither of these guys are ugly, per se, but they're just ambitionless.

And I know, look who's talking, right? But the truth is, I do have ambitions, I just have no way to make them happen because I don't have the mazal for it.

These guys could have all the mazal in the world, but they just kind of couldn't care less, I guess.

They kind of lack personality.

And I know I have friends who are all personality who married very mild guys, but I feel like I need someone who I can have a conversation with. Someone I can be a bit combative with (in a healthy way). Someone with thoughts and ideas and who wants to do things.

Does this mean I just don't come off as my authentic self to the people who are trying to set me up? (Not that I really think I'm ready for marriage yet, but since Hashem works in mysterious ways, I don't just shoot down whatever ideas are floated my way)

The first guy who was suggested to me this year I did actually go out with. Since I was away for the summer and he was staying like an hour and a half away from where I was staying, he took a bus to come meet me, which I totally didn't expect to happen.

He was nice enough, but awkward and probably on the spectrum. I did most of the talking and it was like pulling teeth to get him to open up about most things, so I kept it light and did mostly ice breaker type conversation while we walked around a park a little bit. Then I drove him to catch his bus and that was kind of it.

The girl who wanted us to go out was an old family friend I hadn't seen in at least 15 years, but I ran into her at a simcha and she had her mom (who used to be a shadchan) do the shadchan thing.

Just based on his resume, I had a feeling it wasn't going to work out because hashkafically we were in two different places, but I figured if he was up to meet, then the least I could do was give him an hour or two of my time, because maybe I'd know someone who is right for him.

The friend later told me that he never dates because he's too shy and she'd been trying to get him to go out for several years and I was the first person he'd said yes to. She tried to get me to go on another date with him, but like I said, hashkafically we were just on two different pages though if he's interested in talking tachlis, I'll go out again, but he kind of agreed because he didn't want a second date either. (She kind of figured if she could get me to say yes then maybe he would too. I think she's just trying to get him out of his little rut, though I don't know if he wants to leave it, to be honest...)

For example, I'm looking for someone for whom attending minyan is important, whereas he prefers to daven by himself, if at all.

And I'm looking for someone who has a regular learning seder multiple days a week, at the very least over the phone if they're unable to connect in person, and he learns about once a week, if at all.

I want a Shabbos table that revolves around Torah, sefarim, and zemiros. And he... I guess doesn't?

In general I'm just looking for someone more serious about and more settled in their yiddishkeit and I didn't get that impression of him in the resume or in person (and then the shadchan confirmed those impressions too).

And as for this second guy I was just suggested... I get the feeling it's the same type of situation. I've met him several times and he just reminds me so much of my father in terms of his apathy towards yiddishkeit and being a father.

That's not at all what I'm looking for.

And I know this friend who sent the resume for this second guy sees the world through such positive, beautiful glasses, but I can't help thinking that it's kind of offensive people think that little of me.

Again, maybe that's not at all what she was thinking. Maybe she doesn't actually know him and was just passing along the resume for someone who on paper looks great. I mean, the resume looks decent. The blurb is short and hits all the important positive points, so from the outside it is similar to what I'm looking for.

But knowing the person and the way things went down with the divorce and everything definitely changes the whole perspective. His ex was literally in tears on multiple occasions that he seemed so disinterested in his role as a father and just showing up and being present when the kids wanted him.

So I guess at this point I'm just hoping she doesn't actually know him and was just passing along the resume because it looks decent.

Either way, dear future husband, he is not you. Neither of them are. I can say that with confidence.

-LivelyHeart

[kid--stardust]

have i ever showcased my combistuck sprite edits? now i have! :3 i might need to rework uh, a lot of these (Marcel in a poncho just. Feels Weird Man) but hey

Pictured are:

Beauux Nitram Button Maryam Kassus Vantas Luniix Captor Maneki Leijon Marcel Ampora Zaheer Zahhak

I really should think up an actual story for these guys, i have a little bit of backstory so far

also... i need to edit the last five up too. AND the kids, yes we have Combikids as well! I should draw them all tbh

[general-kalani]

SCARLET, MAROON,PERIWINKLE, MAUVE, BLUSH, INDIGO, FUCHSIA, LAVENDER, CORAL, UMBER, SAFFRON, TIMBERWOLF, FALLOW, PLUM, TANGERINE, CRIMSON, VIRIDIAN, CHARTREUSE, BURGUNDY. A whole rainbow to tell u ur cool

SOBS CRIES CURLS INTO A BALL-

[darabeatha]

/ I love how I didn't even have to make an actual specific post about it but now u guys are asking me about assigning ur muses' husbands and that's so funny

[starlightiing]

CAN I ASK a really dumb stupid 'new fan' question without getting judged or causing a mental breakdown the likes of which sparks earthquakes around the world?

why are people so vehemently against danny ric?

[thueenz]

have any of u guys seen that cheeseball cat on tiktok/insta?? idk i dont use instagram. this one

i saw them months ago but they popped up again last night on my fyp and i want to talk about them so bad because theyre an occupied object as i like to call them (object with some kind of spirit in them, not to say haunted, just an object with some kind of 'being' or soul to it) and i find it endearing that a cheeseball cat i randomly saw one day is occupied. now we go under readmore

im pulling most of the screenshots from this video because its the one i saw last night so go watch if youre curious and to show the creator some love for their art!

if you have no idea who cheddar is they were not always a cheeseball, the creator bought them and painted them like this originally they looked like THIS

the being in them was present from the time of buying, they stick out like a sore thumb in this image specifically (likely because this is the day of buying and they havent settled into their surroundings at all)

luckily they dont seem to mind the fact that they were painted like a giant cheeseball at all. i cant say every being would take well to that, but if anything, they seem to like it. even if op and the fans on tiktok arent aware theyre 'there', they seem to enjoy the attention they get, and the individual love they have been given in the paint job. to be loved is to be changed or whateva. in all seriousness though they are fine with it, more than fine, which im glad lmao

theres plenty of beings in objects that are discontent with their situation, where the person theyre with either is not aware of them at all, or is misguided in their views towards beings in objects/uncaring/ even scared, but cheddar here seems perfectly happy. while others might shy away from attention, they seem to like the attention tiktok gets them.

i mean, they have their own little pedestal, special gift like baby cats that are custom painted, theyre special and named to the person theyre with, and people on tiktok love them. not a bad life if thats something you like! im really happy they feel so content, i get sad seeing beings that are unhappy on the internet but i cant rlly do anything about those cases so 😭

they really seem to like the person theyre with too, in this frame of them being picked up, their energy softens and brightens and makes my chest feel giddy and affectionate. theyre very cute i adore this cat i would give them a hug if theyd have me

i think they likely have a purpose or magical skill, but i cant pinpoint it further than 'they want to bring good into this persons life', which could cover a raaange of things.

theyre not malicious at all, they seem very content and friendly and i wouldnt feel uncomfortable around them at all in person so no worry of that. a bit intense before settling into their new life, but not bad. sometimes beings are just a bit intense lol. theyre not haunted by any human spirit, i can't say where they came from, or when, but i don't think they were ever 'alive' either animal or human.

i ♥️ cheddar and their sweet little cheese throne

[zhongrin]

◆

— fin.

alrighty, i will be cuddling the shit out of a certain dragon after this but before that, a small bonus (read: silly doodles) because we all need therapy after all that (or at least i do) -

1:

2:

"i had a nightmare."

"but i just went to buy milk-"

/silly

3:

we both have separation anxiety now so that's that 👍🏻

[kadoodles-on-ao3]

It seems like you have a vendetta against Shulk/Fiora. Like, not just disliking it and preferring Shulkelia but straight up hate the canon ship of the game. Why?

Thank you for asking this! It's an interesting question and I have a quite a bit to say about it (as usual with me aha). So I'll put the details under the cut, but yes, I personally do not like any aspect of the canon relationship/writing of it at all (although I don't go into that here since I talked about much more than I expected lol, if you're curious specifically about what my opinions are on the dialogue/choices in the game regarding Shiora feel free to send me another ask!). Also if you've read my fanfics (genuinely not trying to plug my work haha I swear) and see how I write Fiora and her friendship with Shulk, and especially the fic where I write from her pov for the whole thing, you can see I don't hate her and try to be respectful to her creators and fans! Anyway, for a TL;DR:

Aside from my personal history (which also is part of why I like Shulkelia as much as I do) causing the way Fiora's attraction to Shulk is written to not come off very well to me, and even ignoring what I've seen on the Internet about how people react to these ships and those who like or dislike them, it's just A Thing About Life that there will be parts of media you really like and parts of the same media you really don't, and that's what makes art engaging and impactful and personal and fun to talk about! I'm just someone who always has a lot to say about anything, so don't take my diatribes as anything more than me being passionate about analyzing stuff haha. I still love Xenoblade 1 with all my heart, and me not liking parts of the series such as Xenoblade 2 (very much) or Shiora (at all) doesn't affect how much I enjoy what I do like! It's just another fun facet to delve into for me, whether it's a thing I like or a thing I dislike.

And when all you see and know of me is from a blog that's specifically just for talking about a small facet of one piece of media, I can come off as more melodramatic about my liking of Shulkelia and disliking of Shiora since I don't talk too much about the rest of Xenoblade as a whole, nor anything else for that matter, on here. I promise I don't truly care that much about this fictional love triangle in my day-to-day life, and I'm sorry if I came off as rude about it! If you like their relationship then... I do want to say more power to you, and count this as me having said so, but also I don't feel like I need to because, as you said, it is canon so the Xenoblade devs have been (and probably will be!) providing plenty of enjoyment for you, and so no one should care what a silly singular stranger like me thinks at the end of the day haha.

But if you do, then here's what I have to say:

First off, I just enjoy really thoroughly dissecting everything I like, as well as dislike (as you will soon see!). I like delving into details and analyzing stuff, and sometimes that passion can be a little too obsessive, which can come off as me being passionate in my hatred of The Thing rather than passionate about analyzing why I hate The Thing (which is what's really going on). So it's important to me to say that when I talk about anything I dislike in depth like this, it's not ever meant to be hating on or attacking people who do like it! I just really find it fun to put things under a microscope, both when I really like them and really dislike them, because I enjoy discovering what, specifically, about them makes me feel that way.

I also think it's important to repeat that point about how this blog is both 1) meant to be near-exclusively about Shulkelia and 2) the posts I make here are pretty much my entire online footprint (outside of my fanfic account which is p much about the same topic aha), and as such these are the only things that strangers have to form an opinion about me (much like the common criticism brought up about parasocial relationships). When I log on to this blog I'm here to talk about my Xenoblade OTP or things related to it, and so that's all you see of/know about me. And even though the reason I made this blog is because of how much I like it (I'm kind of obsessive about the things I'm really passionate about, I've been that way my whole life, so that certainly doesn't help either haha), there are things I may like equally or even more, but because they aren't what this blog is for I don't mention them, and so anyone who doesn't know me won't know about them unless I talk about them. When you only see the fraction of me that I'm willing to share, then of course it'll seem like that fraction is the whole me if you never get to see the other 99%.

So much in the same way that I can seem super obsessed about Shulkelia (which, to be fair, I do get that way some days haha) it can seem like I really really hate Shiora too, since the only time I'm going to talk about it is on a blog that's dedicated to a different ship, and since I'm not really a multishipper nor do I enjoy the writing of it in canon, I won't ever have much nice to say about it. And because it's a canon ship that most people seem to enjoy, it's going to come up from time to time on art that either has Fiora/the love triangle involved or in the comments I see on it, and since I have something to say about it I do. Although I do genuinely not like it at all, I try to do it in a way where it's clear I'm not hating on people who enjoy it, either by trying to hammer home that it's just my personal opinion about it, or being super hyperbolic about disliking it in an attempt at humor. But tone and meaning can get lost from brain to text and I'm surely not the best at wording things sometimes, so I don't blame anyone for getting the wrong impression, and if that's happened I do apologize!

For example, if this blog was instead about my love of Mexican food (which is true!) and was meant for being a catalogue of recipes I come across, I'd probably talk in the tags pretty often about how I lament that so many recipes have cilantro in them because I have the weird cilantro-tastes-like-soap gene and so it tastes awful to me (which is also true!). When this happens over and over again on so many recipes that have cilantro, and when this repetition is all you ever get to see about me, it would probably seem like I have a burning hatred for cilantro, when in reality I barely think about it at all, and if something I want to eat has it I'll just politely ask for no cilantro or silently pick it off. I do think the weird gene is interesting, and I have a fun story about how I found out I have it which I enjoy telling, but I'm also just fine eating my food if no one wants to talk about it.

But that comparison isn't perfect, because there's a lot more going on in interpersonal relationships (fictional or not) and why people enjoy them or not. So let's get into that!

I did mention there were personal reasons why I feel the way I do, and to the extent I do, about these pairings, so it's only fair to explain what that's about. All throughout my life up until college I never had anyone show any romantic interest in me, even in high school, while in contrast all my friends as well as my sister had been in multiple relationships, so I felt rather lonely and figured there was something wrong with me if no one would want to date me haha. But I did of course have crushes of my own (that because of the aforementioned thought I had that I was unlikable I never acted on) and one of them was on a mutual friend that my best friend at the time also knew, as well as knew that I liked him. And all of a sudden one day they were going out and being affectionate all the time, including right in front of me even though my friend knew I liked him. That plus my loneliness from before obviously hurt really bad and made me pretty upset for a while haha.

Then on top of that later that year I would connect with someone like I never had before in my life and he "felt the same way", the very first person to ever tell me they liked me and I believed it. I honestly do still think he did like me... yet he would go on to get into a relationship with someone else and all the while repeatedly promise me that I was special to him and that she didn't get him like I did and he'd leave her for me but of course we can still have our deep talks about his personal problems and blah blah blah. There's a lot more to it than that but I'll cut it short and just say this happened for literally every single day for an entire year of my life, and it really deeply affected me for a long time, though I'm fine now of course. Well, it did change me as a human being, but you know what I mean haha. I don't say this to elicit pity (really, don't, I promise I'm fine) but to give you some puzzle pieces to help figure out the mystery of why I dislike Shiora.

So I'm sure you can see the parallels from my life to what Melia goes through, and that's precisely the mechanism that everyone uses to relate to and love fictional characters: they deal with horrible stuff that we can connect back to horrible stuff we've been through, and we empathize with them. That's one reason why so many people love Shulk (including me!), and Melia, and countless other characters. That's kind of what they're here for: to relate to. He just like me for real and all that. So, in the same way my life experiences make me relate so much to Melia, I can also relate those who I liked but never could be with to Shulk and relate their girlfriends to Fiora. And knowing how those real-life relationships ended up and why they didn't work out, I can really see parallels to how Fiora and Shulk's relationship is written, at least with the vibe I got from it on first and second impression. Therefore I both dislike it for personal reasons and the information those reasons gave me about good and bad relationships.

On a lighter note though, there's another aspect to the whole we-like-characters-we-identify-with thing with regards to shipping: I really do think the ships we like (if any) are based on and a reflection of ourselves and what we want in a partner (should we want to have one). Or in simpler terms, our OTPs are often made up of a character we can self-insert as and a character we would marry if they were real haha. And I don't mean that in a bad way at all! It's fun to make up fake scenarios with fake characters that you want to kiss, even when you're not writing direct-self-insert or xReader stuff (which I also don't bash)! I'm certainly guilty of this myself, even as much as I try to write them true to their character, relating so much to Melia and finding a lot about Shulk attractive for reasons that Melia also does means I'm just like everyone else haha. But on the other side of the coin, the fact that I cannot relate to Fiora in so many ways as well as do not vibe with how she treats her attraction to Shulk means I can't really enjoy the thought of them as a couple.

But outside of talking about the canon for just a second more, I think there's an interesting phenomenon(? idk what to call it lol) here that is in this ask as well as many other people's vocalized opinions regarding this game's love triangle: said canon. As in, the concept that someone could like Xenoblade 1 overall but dislike the canon relationship either confuses and/or upsets some people. Which is strange to me on its own, like do these people also get confused and/or mad when someone says they love hamburgers but hate when they have pickles on them? Everyone has their own tastes, and what you like or how much of it you do is just part of being an individual. (Plus I must say it's extra odd with regards to Shulkelia, as I've never seen the same comments/reactions to ships like Meliora, Shulk/Reyn, Shalvis, Dunban/Melia, etc, despite the fact that they're all equally as non-canon as Shulkelia. Maybe it's because the game firmly shoots down Shulk liking Melia so hard? But it also shows how much Fiora likes Shulk, so wouldn't Meliora [which is pretty darn popular as far as Xenoblade 1 ships go, at least from my browsing] be just as "anti-canon"?).

For extra context too, there are. SO. many friendzoned/"haha Shulk doesn't like Melia" memes and jokes out there (and if these people are so concerned with canon, it's weird how often they make Shulk and/or Melia act out of character super hard to push the joke!) which don't really exist to be pro-Shiora and more just anti-Shulkelia. I even came across a guy on reddit who would post Melia fanart every day, and so many of his posts were stalked by this one dude who would write a little rant about how Melia sucks and Fiora is the best, and would really go off if the fanart showed Melia's crush on Shulk in any way. Now he was super downvoted every time but... I've never seen anyone do that for Shulkelia. And yet I have seen quite a few posts of people complaining about Shulk/Melia fans shoving their ship in their faces and how much it sucks as a ship and I'm like i have been trying for MONTHS to find a single scrap of shulkelia content yet find barely anything and what i do find has SO many comments saying they still like shiora or that they hate the art since it's not shiora literally WHO are you talking about??? Like maybe I just am unlucky and have seen literally all 20 or whatever number of instances of Shiora fans being rude that ever existed but... they still do exist. I'm not making this up, in fact I encourage you to go out and search for Xenoblade fan content regarding this love triangle and see how people react to it! That's what I did and that's how I came across all of this!

Anyway, like was there a huge ship war in the early fandom days or something??? If so why can I find no mention of it anywhere except from salty Shiora shippers/Fiora fanboys, like barely any Shulkelia art even exists and I see zero talk from the supposed pushy Shulkelia fans? They have like 30 freaking fics in existence and half of them are Melia sulking about how Fiora is being lovey dovey with Shulk and showing they actually got together after all so don't even really count as Shulkelia fics!! In my searching for Shulkelia content I come across so many comments from people who like the ship trying to downplay their enjoyment of it and placate any potential Shiora fans reading their comments with "oh but Shulk/Fiora is cute too! i still like them together! i only like Shulk/Melia in a close friends kind of way, or just to make Melia happy idc about the ship i just like seeing her smile!" so like... What reality do these other guys live in where they got bombarded with Shulkelia over and over because I wish I lived in it!!! Something's up with some Fiora fans idk. Maybe I just had back luck in my searching, but try it yourself and see. I'm not crazy or making this up, I could just have been seeing all 20 or whatever number of Shiora's rude fans but... they do exist, and I have yet to see similar behavior from Shulkelia fans.

And this isn't all just me being a lurker looking at rando's comments as well. I even have a bit of a secondhand-experience story to tell about it! (The specific timeline of the initial details might be jumbled a bit, but I do remember the gist of it and still have the DMs to confirm some of the facts!)

I used to be active on Twitter, and I followed a lot of different Xenoblade fan artists on there. One day a certain artist posted a WIP of Melia and Shulk laying next to each other on a hill where Shulk was smiling at her, and although the artist deleted it (for reasons you will soon learn about) I think they wrote the Japanese ship name of the two on the tweet for it. Either way, I do recall before the WIP was posted they tweeted about liking Shulkelia, or rather ShuMeri as the Japanese ship name is called, (although in much the same "i like Melia so i like the thought of her being happy. Shulk belongs with Fiora though! i still ship them!" please-don't-be-mad-at-me way that I have never seen a Fiora/Shiora fan do) and wanting to draw something for it. Even though this particular artist posted in Japanese, a language I don't know 99% of, I was able to get the gist of their tweets through the translation feature and my knowledge of what the characters' names are in Japanese. And despite how hard this artist tried to be nice, tried to show how much they weren't trying to be mean to Shiora fans (they even had drawn Shiora art months earlier!), they got a wave of hate directed at them from Japanese fans which I saw in real time.

And if you doubt this because the tweets are now deleted, and because even when they were up I only read them through an A.I. translation, I felt so bad for this poor artist that I DM-ed them (regrettably in English, since I didn't trust my knowledge of Japanese to not end up making me say something I didn't intend or in a rude/informal tone) to show there was at least one other person out there that enjoyed ShuMeri and was excited to see their art. And they fortunately understood my message and knew English to message me back and told me direct quotes of what was thrown at them, which I still have in my DMs and will quote:

"'You are denying the original story. It's too unsatisfying and ugly' 'It's not right to make Shulk and Melia lovers.' someone said. At other times, people have replied to my art, complaining about Melia's behavior in the story, as I tweeted the other day. I've had a lot of negative comments about ShuMeri and Melia." (With regards to the whole "complaining about Melia's behavior in the story" thing, if I recall that was from people saying she had no right to have a crush on Shulk in the first place, which... I thought you guys said canon is sacrosanct? It is canon that Melia had a crush on Shulk, and if you don't like that then you don't respect the canon/story and aren't a real fan. Do you see how silly this sounds???)

So. Tell me if you have ever seen any Melia fans or Shulkelia fans ever behave like this. Because I sure haven't. (Like even this ask [which I am not upset about nor trying to be rude to the anon at all, on the contrary I'm super enjoying talking about this topic! it's just the dichotomy here is interesting to me!) is proof to me: how many times can you say you've seen comments on Shiora art or asks sent to Xenoblade fanblogs asking why someone doesn't like Shulkelia, do you hate Shulkelia, what's wrong with Shulkelia? Like I get one is canon and the other isn't, but like... have you seen shipping culture? Literally all of the most popular ships for any given media are non-canon, that's half the fun of shipping!!!

"Don't let mean fans sour the original work" (and again, just to make sure I'm clear, I do not consider the anon who sent this ask to be mean or rude in any way! I'm referring to other randos here!) and all that, but it's kind of hard for me to like a ship when it has fans that act like this... going around projecting by accusing fans of a different ship of their own behavior, or saying things that contradict their own points about how important canon is to them. Thinking back on how we like characters we can relate to, isn't it interesting how fans of a brash, headstrong, do-what-I-want-and-fuck-the-consequences character who gets everything she wants in canon act in a pushy or even rude way to fans of a reserved, self-reproaching, I-will-do-what-is-best-for-others-first character who has so much taken away from her, and the latter fans always defer to the former and feel guilty when they talk about liking their character even as they do so much to be nice to them? It's pretty interesting I think, it's like when dogs look like their owners or something haha.

To end this off, since even though I have more to say (which if you would like to hear please let me know!) I've talked for far too long now haha, I really want to post the rest of the DM that the artist I talked to (who to this day hasn't made another Shulkelia/Shulkelia-esque fanart again, and interestingly never gets hate on their Shalvis art which is again a non-canon "story-denying" ship, too. Maybe they just blocked the rude people and if so good for them, but it's interesting still that they haven't draw Shulkelia since):

"I think it's useless to argue about who is better, Fiora or Melia, and I don't want them to get me involved in that fight. However, I received words of encouragement from many kind followers like you. I now understand important things; 'Don't worry about mean people' and 'Draw what I like.' Fan art should be free, shouldn't it? If I draw ShuMeri, some mean people might appear again. But there are many more kind people like you. When I think of that, I'm not afraid anymore. I will try to draw ShuMeri one day. Maybe I'll get depressed again because of mean people, but then you can tell me, 'You draw fanart freely, right!'... Please tell me that. You made me feel better and made me cry with happiness. Thank you so much. :)"

-Mirim, who can be found here currently, and their old account where the drama happened is here. This is the piece of artwork they got so much hate for. Shulk and Melia aren't even touching in it and Mirim didn't even mention their ship name.

[lunar-fey]

💕 What's your favorite thing about FFVII or surrounding games?

i think cloud is so funny. i really need to play ffvii fully one of these days (perhaps the remake when its done) and i'm not entirely sure the pace or extent to which they reveal this in main game, but going into crisis core with my only knowledge of cloud being "he's the really special cool protagonist guy who has like a soul bond with sephiroth and Has To Defeat Him as like a metaphor for personal demons or like the horrors of what capitalism can create or something" and then finding out he's literally just some guy with every mental illness ever. instantly he became one of my favorite protagonists of anything ever. they really did that! AND he's a drug addict <3

special interest asks

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

We NEED more soft!Rafe after the new season. He moved out and got a whole house to himself maybe he could ask his girl to move in? Becasue he wants her there and to be part of his life...his new life where he's a better person

Request: SOFT RAFE PLSSS

I don't know when I found time to write this, but enjoy soft!Rafe asking his girlfriend to move in with him! Feel free to send more requests, I'll write when I find time

Warnings: soft!Rafe, relationship moving quickly, mention of Ward's death

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‘’Rafe, I truly can’t see. I’m not cheating,'’ you promised as you walked with Rafe’s hands over your eyes.  

He had picked you up in late afternoon and refused to tell you where you were going. Just that he wanted to show you something...and that you had to close your eyes during the whole drive. 

Rafe laughed a bit, trusting you. ''Okay, okay.'' 

You walked a few more steps, then he stopped and removed his hands from your eyes, revealing a large two story house. 

A frown formed between your eyebrows. ‘’Who's house is this?''

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. ‘’Mine,'' he whispered in your ear, giving you a gentle kiss on your jawline. ‘’As of this morning.'' 

Surprise filled your face. ‘’You bought a house?’’ 

Every time Rafe showed up to your place after a fight with his family — most often his father —, needing a bed to crash in for a few days, you tried talking to him about getting his own place. It would solve a lot of conflicts. But Rafe always said he wasn’t ready to leave the family nest. 

Behind you, Rafe hummed. ‘’I bought it with a part of my dad’s inheritance money. Sharing a house with Rose is not possible anymore. Too much has happened...’’ 

You covered his hands with yours in silent support. You’d heard the ugly stories about Rose and Rafe. He hadn’t always made the best decisions in the past, but Rose constantly blamed him for everything bad that happened to the family. Rafe may have deep personal issues, but it was wrong of her to villainize him.

‘’Do you want a tour?’’ he asked, his voice brimming with excitement, and the eagerness in his eyes made it impossible for you to refuse.

You followed Rafe up the steps to the porch of his new home. He fumbled briefly with the key before pushing the door open, but just as you were about to enter, he pulled you to a sudden stop.

“Wait,” he ordered, his strong arms wrapping around you as he effortlessly lifted you up.

You squeaked, startled by the sudden move. ‘’Rafe, we're not married, you know,’’ you said with a soft laugh, looping an arm behind his neck. ‘’You don't have to carry me over the threshold."

He set you down gently on the wooden floor of the entrance hall and shut the door behind him. 

Inside, the house felt big and empty, its openness accentuated by the sunlight streaming through the uncovered windows.

‘’I don’t know why, but I expected it to be fully furnished,’’ you admitted, glancing towards what you assumed was the living room. 

Rafe chuckled, his fingers lacing with yours as he guided you further in. ‘’Some people do buy them furnished, but this one wasn’t. You’ll have to help me pick out furniture because I suck at decorating.’’ 

The kitchen was massive and even had two ovens — a rich people thing. It was unfortunate Rafe didn’t cook. The backyard had a large patio where Rafe mentioned wanting to set a barbecue and a firepit, and maybe one of those large daybeds. He wanted his house to be cozy and feel like a home, not look straight out of a fucking magazine.

As he led you into the last room upstairs, the master bedroom, Rafe's voice grew soft. The words were burning on his tongue, but he didn’t know how to say them. 

‘’And here's our bedroom. I mean, the bedroom.’’ He made a mistake on purpose, just to see your reaction. 

You tried to hide the smile that spread across your lips, your heart beating fast in your chest. The slip of his tongue hadn't gone by unnoticed. Did he truly mean for you to live here with him? Was this why he took you to the house and insisted on making it a surprise? 

‘’There’s a big bathtub in the master bedroom, and—’’ Rafe continued, moving toward the bathroom to show you the bathtub, but you were not listening. 

Moving in with someone is a huge step in a relationship, not something you can decide on a whim. You and Rafe had only been together for a few months, so it felt a bit early to take that step. But then again, everything in your relationship had moved quickly from the start. He met your parents two weeks after your first kiss, and said ‘I love you’ after twenty-six days of dating — yes, you had counted them. 

When Rafe glanced back at you, he noticed you seemed deep in thought. ‘’Is everything okay?’’ he asked, an eyebrow raised in concern. 

You snapped out of your thoughts, shaking your head. ‘’Yeah, everything’s good,’’ you replied, smiling at him. ‘’I was just thinking of all the time it’ll take us to christen our house.’’ A mischievous grin curled on your lips as you walked toward him. ‘’Maybe we should start now. It’s a big house.’’ 

Rafe’s eyes flickered with surprise as he heard what you were implying. He expected you to refuse, to say it was too soon. 

‘’You’ll move in with me?’’ he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice. 

You nodded, and a smile curled on Rafe's face. He's never been happier.

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[ashes-of-ailell]

man me posting that tier list suddenly makes Lucien's dislike of Lorenz make sense huh

(little rant in my tags just cause I'm a bit nervous, would mean a lot of you read (it's nothing too serious dw, just wanted to clarify some things))