#how to do black magic on someone you hate

[nyaskitten]

Some of you really give OG Ninjago all the flack for racism and iffy messaging as if they weren't doing that shit in RECENT YEARS!!! They continue the messaging of "it's okay to hate and mistreat the Serpentine because one of them did something evil in the past," they have the magical natives who ultimately need the ninja to save them, they have two enslaved races (one of which is treated as lesser because they're stupid orc people, and also a majority of them have 4C-styled hair pieces) that the ninja rescue which resolves all animosity between the enslaved and the people who lived above them, and they gave us islanders who sacrifice outsiders to appease their ancient angry gods.

Maybe I'm just crazy (I'm not) but is this shit like almost more offensive than what OG Ninjago did? I know there was a lot of bullshit from OG Ninjago (Wu voice in the Pilots, Chen's faux Chinese accent, Nadakhan and Djinnjago, and overall misrepresentation of Asian cultures) and it had plenty of seasons to do it, but surely the messaging was never as muddy and racist as the 11-minute era. It feels like the writers and Lego wanted SO badly to do some anti-racist and political messaging, but the full extent of all of their race-related activist knowledge comes from like the 80s and the 90s or something.

It feels like overall this series is in this deep, murky water of wanting to do stuff like "Racism is bad, fascism is bad, misogyny is bad" etc, etc, but it seems to fall flat most of the time... Not to endlessly glaze Dragons Rising, but truly I think if it's done anything infinitely better than its predecessor, it's the way they handled their fascist empire regarding their political beliefs and the ways they treat non-Imperians. Imperium didn't start being evil when Beatrix took over, it's been like this for years, most likely LONG before Levo was emperor, too! It's not just one evil ruler like with seasons 13 or 14, it's a long-running issue, with the solution being to tear the monarchy down completely and give all inhabitants a choice in remaining or not.

The electro-barrier, which has kept the people in and the outsiders out for who-knows-how-long has been seemingly permanently dismantled, giving anyone the choice to come or go as they please. We also see a sense of individuality restored, with people getting to wear more than just black-and-gold, empress-mandated clothes. (Their clothes have the same patterns and were seen in a flashback, but the point does remain.)

Alongside all this, we see the dragons are gone. Imperium has completely switched energy sources, after like 30~ years of subjugating dragons, and stealing their energy to run their kingdom. Not only do the people have a choice, but the dragons do too! We saw dragons in the kingdom before Beatrix's reign, and while the ninja did free all of her dragons, it is telling that no dragons have dared venture there despite Imperium's change of heart.

Also they show a lot more bigotry from the inhabitants of the city themselves, like the IPTF (pre-reformation) referring to Arin with disgust as an outlander, or Levo's disdain for Ras labeling him as an outlander, and thus as someone lesser than an Imperian.

I think it's good that Ninjago had TRIED to portray positive anti-racism and anti-fascism messages, but the issue is they are VERY bad at doing it, and accidentally end up sending the wrong messages, like you need someone else to swoop in and save you from your oppressors, or you can live freely and in peace with your oppressors.

[fableforger]

Sneaking in a tiny ask while I’m in the final stretch of my finals (I’m not survivin) 🫣

If the ros woke up one day and found that they had magically turned into a small and cute animal (like a kitten, puppy, hamster, little birdie… up to your choice rlly!) and at first they don’t know how to turn back, but eventually they find out that the solution is getting a kiss from the mc, how would they go about trying to communicate to the mc that they’re themselves trapped in an animal and get that kiss from the mc?

Sorry for how wordy this scenario turned out and I hope I didn’t make you too confused oop—

Ahh hi Kuura I know I’m very late with this, but - on the bright side - I’m actually happy with how it turned out! I hope your finals are going (or went?) well, and that you’re getting some well-earned rest in between 🫶

Also: thank you for planting this utterly ridiculous scenario in my head. Here’s what it turned into:

Beware: Since this is a RO-related ask, there may be minor spoilers ahead. Please keep scrolling if you’d prefer to stay unspoiled.

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Dorian/Dione - now: an extremely offended black kitten

The indignity. The fur. The purring. They despise every second of this.

Very well. If it takes a kiss to end this humiliation, so be it. They shall use every resource they have. In the form of fluff, whimpers, and a perfect purr. All in service of one goal: reaching your cursedly kissable face.

And then - The moment you turn your head - attack. A blur of fluff, a heroic leap, and a kitten-sized smooch right on your lips.

✨ Poof. Where the kitten once stood now kneels a very naked, very smug Dorian/Dione.

They stretch - slowly, luxuriantly - like a cat basking in sunlight, all while surveying the thoroughly stunned state you're in.

"What?" (They look deeply unimpressed.) "It's not my fault you didn’t recognize me right away." Dry. Unbothered. Slightly offended. Classic. "...Ugh. I still want to lick my hands."

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Alexos/Alexa - now: a serious-faced golden retriever pup

They genuinely consider just… staying a dog. No guilt. No speeches. No moral crises. Just chasing sticks and barking at clouds. Tempting.

But then they see you. And they know they have to turn back.

So they bark. Once. Again. Then they sit. Perfect posture. Heroic presence. Waiting.

You blink at them.

They guilt-stare.

You blink again.

They let out a single, huffy sigh, turn their golden-furred back to you with deep offense, and sulk so visibly it radiates through the room like thunderclouds. And that - that exact wounded, stubborn aura - you’ve seen it before. It hits you like lightning.

Wait a second. Alexos/Alexa?

Instinct takes over. You kneel, cup their furry cheeks, and press a kiss to their snout.

✨ Poof. And suddenly a very naked, very flustered Alexos /Alexa is scrambling for a cloak and dignity.

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Rhaelos/Rhaela - now: a sleek black cat with eyes like cold-forged steel and zero patience for this nonsense

They hate it. They hate all of it. The tail. The purring. The fact that they are currently eight inches tall and being offered tuna.

They don’t know how this happened. But at least they do know how to fix it. They just ... don’t know how to get there.

Because how, exactly, does one convince someone to kiss them - as a cat?

So they do what they do best: Avoid.

They perch somewhere high and brooding. Refuse eye contact. Silently judge you from atop shelves and shadows. It’s not personal. They’re just panicking.

But - unfortunately for them - you take this the wrong way. You see a beautiful, mysterious, tragic little cat… …who clearly just needs love.

So naturally, you spend the next thirty minutes crawling after them through the hideout like a lunatic, whispering, “Come here, baby, I won’t hurt you!” while they dart away with silent offense.

Eventually, you catch them. Victory.

You lift them in triumph. You grin. You smooch the tiny cat face. ✨ Poof. And suddenly - you're holding a naked, extremely uncomfortable, very silent Rhaelos/Rhaela in your arms like a newborn.

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Theron/Thera - now: a small red squirrel with green eyes

At first? They’re startled, of course. But not upset. After all… no one expects much from a squirrel.

And maybe, for once, they can just be. With you.

So they perch on your shoulder. Curl up in your lap. Play little games with buttons, bits of string, soft berries you offer on your palm.

You laugh. You talk to them like they’re a friend. And they are. They chirp back sometimes, tilting their head like they understand more than they should.

And eventually, you pause. Because the way they look at you - calm, patient, kind - it’s just… them. You know it. Those green eyes. That stillness. That quiet knowing in your bones.

So, gently, without fanfare, you lean down and press a soft kiss to the top of their tiny head.

✨ Poof. And now they are there. Real. Warm. Human. But... naked. Standing beside you with tousled hair and a peaceful smile that doesn't quite hide the wistfulness in their gaze.

“It was a beautiful day with you.” (a pause, a soft exhale) “I almost didn’t want it to end.”

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Zephiron/Zephyra - now: a pale little songbird with silver-tipped wings

The moment they realize what’s happened… They laugh. (Not out loud - birds don’t really laugh. But you can feel it in the way they circle once, twice, then soar into the wind.)

They can fly. And oh, how they do. Looping through the clouds, skimming rooftops, vanishing into sunlight.

But still - They never stray too far. Always return to your shoulder. Your hand. Your path. They land in your hair like they belong there. Because they kind of do.

At sunset, as the air cools and the sky softens, they perch silently on your outstretched palm. And then… they bow. Eyes closed. Precise. Graceful. Familiar.

It’s their bow. That odd little gesture you’ve come to know.

Your breath catches.

“…Zephiron/Zephyra?” You whisper it like a secret.

They lean forward, and their tiny beak touches your lips in a feather-light kiss.

✨ Poof.

And suddenly - your palm is pressed to the lips of a very naked Zephiron/Zephyra, kneeling before you, serene as moonlight.

“Thank you,” they murmur, voice calm as falling snow. “For the beautiful day.”

They rise, your hand slipping from theirs.

“But lucky for us both…” (their smile deepens - soft, but with a shadow behind it) “I’ve got my body back.”

And Gods help whoever looks a second too long.

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??? - now: a tiny, ridiculously fluffy rabbit with ears too big for her body

She thinks it’s funny at first. “Oh nooo, I’m cursed~,” she tries to squeak dramatically, but it just comes out as a tiny sneeze. Being a rabbit? Adorable. Hopping around? Kinda fun. Fluffy? Always.

But after a few hours… it’s not fun anymore. She can’t hold anything. She can’t touch you the way she wants to. She can’t kiss you.

And oh, she wants to.

So, naturally, she tries to turn back.

She hops over, climbs up your leg like a tiny, fuzzy ladder gremlin, reaches for your face with her stubby paws -

You:

“No. No. Off. What are you even doing -?”

She climbs again.

You:

“Can someone take this rabbit? Does she belong to anyone?!”

But before anyone can stop her - She launches. A wild leap of love and desperation. Her soft little nose smacks right against your lips.

✨ POOF.

There’s a flash of color and tears and suddenly - ??? is standing in front of you, gloriously naked, slightly trembling, and blinking fast to keep the tears back.

She looks at you with this soft, wrecked smile.

“I just wanted… to come back to you.”

And Gods. You feel like a monster.

You wrap her in every blanket you can find. You carry her around. You give her tea, and apologies, and laughter until her smile returns.

And you whisper -

“I loved you as a bunny. I love you as a Goddess. I just - love you.”

She sniffles. Then beams.

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Drakon - now: an exotic wolf cub with sharp amber eyes

He hates this. Absolutely despises it.

He’s tiny. Fuzzy. His paws are too big for his legs. It is humiliating.

He won’t beg. Won’t nuzzle or mewl or curl into your lap like some tragic fluffball.

Instead, he launches.

Straight at you. Snarling (in theory). Teeth bared (though still baby-small). Full fury in twelve inches of fuzzy rage.

You scream and then you run.

He chases you through the entire rebel camp, knocking over crates, scaring birds, and causing a full-on panic. You zigzag behind tents. He barrels through. Until finally - pounce.

You’re on your back. He’s standing on your chest, panting. You stare at each other. And before you can even process it, he leans in with his soggy puppy snout and smacks a wet, squelchy kiss right on your lips.

✨ BOOM.

There’s a very large, very naked, very smug Drakon suddenly on top of you. Muscles. Scars. Heat. Now very real. And you? You’re making a sound only dogs can hear. Probably steam coming out of your ears.

He glances down at the situation.

And slowly - very slowly - his face cracks into a wicked grin.

“Well. That was a crap day…” (tilts his head, still on top of you) “But I can’t say I’m mad about how it ended.”

[bnhaobservation]

I've been thinking about your Shoji/Spinner post and how UA-exceptionalism politics play into his perspective. The idea that you have to be the best and show them you're good, perform heroism...and then you'll be treated well. "Talented tenth," "model minority," etc.

I think about Shoji going to class everyday: he's always humble, never speaks out of turn. And yet he knows there are still people who fear him or distance themselves. He has to be a model student; there is actually no other option in his world. And yet more human-looking characters Bakugou or Endeavor can be hotheaded, viscerally violent at times (in public and private) and they still hold high rankings at various points of the story. It puts Shoji in a difficult mindset where he feels like he has to earn and keep proving his humanity for others.

My biggest pet peeve about the "violence vs non-violence" argument is that it gravely underestimates the purposeful aims of many non-violence movements (e.g MLK promoted non-violence such that it would be televised and garner sympathy from white moderates when it was shown that police were beating peaceful black protesters). It forces a MLK vs Malcom X media dynamic which hides the fact that BOTH sought improved treatments, access and resources for their communities. It splits the vote essentially, either you are "for peace" or against it. Hence, Shoji is rewarded for his peaceful heroism and Spinner is detained :(

There is no question really in this, I just hate how vapidly MHA skates over its own material.

The real problem of BNHA is that it doesn't want to ponder or criticize the status quo, the society, yet uses society's sins to create drama in the story and then ask us to just pretend everything is fine as it is, that bringing back things how they were is the right option and all people needed was getting inspired by Midoriya to help Heroes becoming Heroes in turn while Uraraka just fixes the bug of Quirk counseling apparently so easily one wonders why they didn't do it before.

Now, about the points you raised...

I'm blaming most of what I'm about to say to BNHA writing but I see Shouji as different from how you describe him… though it’s also possible I’m misunderstanding you so, if that’s the case, I apologize.

The way I see it, in BNHA Shouji is not helpless, he actually had other options.

He had to have other options because the narrative trick with Shouji is that he’s meant to be Horikoshi’s poster boy for his beliefs on how someone discriminated should choose to behave, not for how someone discriminated is forced to behave.

So Shouji is given choices. He’s in a big city and in U.A. high where NO ONE would fear him or distance themselves due to him being a Heteromorph because, somehow, magically, discrimination doesn’t exist or is negligible in big cities and U.A. is populated solely by nice kids and teachers who has no idea what discrimination is (it’s the whole thing with chap 370/371), and so Shouji can choose how to act and, mind you, this doesn’t mean his only other option is to become a Villain like Spinner.

We see Heteromorphs in the story choosing to act differently from Shouji, we’ve Tokoyami indulging in his love for darkness without fear of looking a creepy Heteromorph, Iida is impositive, Tsubasa, Midoriya’s childhood friend, was a bully along with Bakugou because somehow being Quirkless is worse than being an Heteromorph in fact in Midoriya’s class we’ve plenty of Heteromorph kids but Midoriya is the one who gets bullied, Asui tells people directly whatever goes in her mind, Mineta is basically a pervert who harasses girls. None of those kids feel they’ve to act same as Shouji because they’re Heteromorphs.

Among the adults we’ve Hawks, who rudely interrupts Crust’s speech and kind of challenges Enji with his words, Mirko, who’s openly bloodthirsty/violent and, more important than all, Gang Orca, who’s ranked third among heroes who look like villains, likes to play over with an image of someone who's menacing and ruthless, acting like a true villain during the latter stages of the Provisional Licensing Exam and being rude with the students in the provisional license exam… but when All Might was Number 1 was Number 10 in the normal Hero Billboard Chart and then went down to Number 12 when Enji was Number 1, making space for people like Kamui Wood and Wash.

(Yeah, some of the characters I mentioned are more human looking than others so they likely received less discrimination, but they’re all labeled as Heteromorphs.)

Anyway Shouji has options, he can choose to be like one of them, it’s just HE CHOSE to be the person he is, because he wants to be an example, a shining star for Heteromorphs who live in small cities and are discriminated. He believes by being the best version of himself things will change for Heteromorphs.

While calling it propaganda wouldn’t be exactly fair because his behavior is actually based on a widespread Japanese belief that if you don’t speak of discrimination and act in a perfect way, discrimination will die out on its own, still Horikoshi is using Shouji to promote this belief to new generations… so there’s a certain dose of propaganda.

He’s telling discriminated kids that they’ve to CHOOSE to act like Shouji, not because they’ve no other options, but because that’s the right way to act, the admirable way to act, the Hero way to act.

There’s also to remember that being humble, polite, well-mannered, and having a high level of orderliness is considered a characteristic traits of the Japanese people, not something exceptional, so it’s characters like Bakugou who are the odd ones (even though they’re popular in manga and anime), not characters like Shouji… and Bakugou and Enji do suffer consequences for their behavior.

Enji’s ranking is tied to two factors, how many cases he solves and how much he’s liked. He solves more cases than any Hero in Japan, All Might included but HE PAYS for his behavior in terms of being low in the liking ranking. When Enji became Number 1, if being liked was all that mattered, he would have been 4th, after Hawks, Best Jeanist and Edgeshot. And if All Might were still active he would have been behind him as well.

Enji is technically better at his job than All Might because he saves more people, fix more problems (and All Might was very good at his job) but, since his behavior suck, he’s the eternal Number Two. Gang Orca is 3rd In the Heroes who look like Villains ranking, but Enji is NUMBER ONE there without even needing to be a Heteromorph.

Hawks, an Heteromorph, isn’t behind Enji because he’s an Heteromorph, despite being fast as hell he still solves less cases than him.

As for Bakugou he won’t pass the provisional license exam because he’s rude with the ones pretending to be wounded. Note that his assessment of their injuries was right, but he loses points for his behavior and, at the end of the story, we see he has a low ranking, even way lower than Enji’s used to have, exactly due to this.

So no, in the story their behavior does damage their ranking, and if they still manage to come high that’s merely due to them being EXTREMELY GOOD at their job, not about them being allowed a pass.

Would they have it harder if they were Heteromorph and ‘give the creeps’ at people?

In the real world I’m pretty sure the answer would be ‘yes’, in BNHA though, I doubt it.

Note how basically Enji presents himself wrapped in flames as often as he can because he wants to look scary. If it wasn’t that he can turn his flames off, being wrapped in flames would be an Heteromorphic trait (in order of being a Heteromorph you need to have a body that has something that’s PERMANENTLY shaped differently from humans… which doesn’t mean it’s just animal looking, constantly wrapped in flames might as well fit the criteria) so in his line of work being  scary looking can be judged as something that gives an advantage.

So, back to Shouji, he is supposed to be strong, he’s supposed to be a Hero so in BNHA he can’t act for his own self. He chooses to act the way he does, not because he thinks he has to earn and keep proving his humanity to others but because he wants to tear down the wall of discrimination for other people who’re discriminated.

It’s the same with the whole ‘don’t get angry for your own sake but get angry for other people’s sake’. Shouji, as the poster boy of how we should act, isn’t acting in a certain way for his own sake, in order for him to be accepted, but for the sake of other Heteromorphs, to pave their ways toward the future.

My problem with BNHA non-violent approach to discrimination is that I don’t see it as functional to the cause of discriminated people.

It’s basically asking them to suffer in silence and adhere to higher standard of behavior in hope discrimination will eventually disappear, while, at the same time, telling them if they can’t bear it and snap they’re Villains and they will be repressed as hard as possible (while their abusers will be left free to continue with their lives because abusing them wasn’t legally a crime).

Society is mostly excused for its discriminatory/abusive behavior, they didn’t know any better, they were scared, they didn’t do anything illegal, they were just being immature and so on.

Shouji wants to solve conflicts between Heteromorphs and other people peacefully, not just put in jail who thinks it’s okay to scar children because they’re Heteromorphs.

It fits with the Japanese idea of the importance of getting along in harmony but boys… surely is convenient for the abusers.

To make matters worse, Horikoshi deliberately pinned all that there could be that was negative on the Villains’ approach so that it would be viewed as negatively as possible.

Let’s merely look at the whole Hospital attack arc.

For start Shuuichi couldn’t care less about the cause, he didn’t mean to become the poster boy for the Heteromorphs, he just wants to save Tomura, he’s not there to help them.

The PLF advisor is carrying on Re-Destro’s ideals, he doesn’t want to establish a world where discrimination doesn’t exist, it just wants people to be discriminated for different things. We saw in Deika how the back then MLA would want in their ranks Heteromorphs with strong Quirks but were all for dumping Shuuichi because they found his Quirk weak and useless.

The people that rioted at the hospital were manipulated and had they done everything according to program and had AFO won… well, most of them probably wouldn’t have seen any progress in their status.

Their actions also painted in the worst way possible as Horikoshi set up things so they aren’t attacking a prison where Kurogiri is jailed, no, they seem to want to attack the poor patients of a hospital and the heroic doctors defending them, even if they actually only wanted to free Kurogiri.

And let’s not forget how Shuuichi can’t counter what Shouji says because his brain is fried for most of the time so he makes some serious blunders or how Shouji insists they needed to have a plan to protect the people at the hospital.

In short the use of violence is strongly condemned when you’re a victim trying to take justice into your hands, but it’s considered a perfectly viable option when you’re instead someone working for the state, in fact as soon as Kurogiri is freed and send Himiko and Touya on Hawks’ same battleground the latter urges to kill them. Present Mic too was considering killing Kurogiri, using the convenient excuse he was created out of Shirakumo’s dead body, even though Kurogiri is a living being with a personality and wishes of his own, not an empty doll.

The story after all end with Midoriya, a teen, killing Tomura and everyone thinking he’d done the right thing so it’s definitely not a work against violence, as long as violence is used by government officers for the sake of what is considered the ‘decent society’ and people can only try to force themselves to fit with it or be repressed but yes, BNHA says, it would be nice if everyone were to also be nice with those in troubles, so as to make easier for them to fit before they’ll decide to turn into Villains.

I’m oversimplifying and it’s not all that bad but the broad message is this, no matter what you suffered and how bad society treated you, YOU CAN’T TURN AGAINST SOCIETY, you’ve to bear it, be a good person and hope for the best.

The story doesn’t present a single middle way of going against the society, going against society is always harshly punished, even Gentle Criminal, whose crimes were risible, end up stuck in jail and is freed merely because he single handedly stopper a jailbreak while the government can have a private serial killer to execute Heroes who act in a way that’s not fitting, a private serial killer that’s jailed only when he tries to rebel to the government and ends up killing the president of the HPSC because otherwise the latter would have killed her.

None of the kid Heroes, when facing the Villains, can tell them they should have rebelled in a different, non-violent way, they should have just put up with it until a Hero were to come or their abuser were to decide to stop because they had showed him they were so good they didn’t deserve it, and they were wrong for not doing so.

None of the Heroes will then try to pursue their abusers it’s never, you were wrong reacting with violence but they weren’t right, we see it with ordinary woman, and Midoriya telling her that the people attacked her just because they were scared. Midoriya wants Overhaul to apologize to Eri but those guys shouldn’t apologize to Ordinary Woman and nothing is done against the shelters that refused to give her hospitality. She just has to be a good model person and endure until U.A high takes her in.

This is the ruling idea in the story, endure abuse and be your best self while as long as the abuser doesn’t break law, no one will hold it against them, the most they’ll do is learn to become a better person.

And honestly sorry, but I think this kind of society where there are no technical consequences for abusers (legal or based on interactions) but only karmic (at best they end up on facing hardship that's technically generated by the consequences of their actions) is not one that would get inspired by Midoriya beating Tomura to offer a helping hand to people in need. If anything they would get inspired to preventively squash even harder who they don’t like and don’t serve/had served their purposes and, at most, they might not take for granted and handle a little better Heroes as they discovered they need them but that’s it.

In a society with no compassion for who’s miserable, in a society with no mercy for who did wrong, I don’t really expect genuine kindness for the different/weak/in need ones as they aren’t needed and, same as in Horikoshi’s story, is convenient if they just die out.

Sorry, this turned kind of dark, but really to me BNHA ending is depressing, not hopeful like Horikoshi likes to believe.

Still, thank you for your ask!

[httpvomitello]

Ron, harry, George and fred x fem.reader from Durmstrang

love at first sight, they fall in love with her when she first walks into the hall, all serious and menacing, but she's gentle

Helloo, i hopw you like it ~

The Storm and the Softness .｡*･ﾟﾟ

Summary: She walks into the Great Hall with the cold air of a warrior - but behind that menacing front is someone gentle and kind, who just wants to belong. The Weasley twins, Ron, and Harry? They don’t stand a chance. It’s love at first sight.

Hogwarts had never been so quiet.

The Durmstrang ship rose from the lake like a beast from the deep, and with it came the visitors: cloaked figures, all sharp edges and stormy expressions, boots heavy on the floor as they marched into the castle.

And at the front of their group?

You.

Your steps echoed as you entered the Great Hall — cloaked in black with silver trim, boots polished, posture straight as a wand. Your eyes were steady, your face unreadable, your hair pulled back. You looked every bit the part of the fierce Durmstrang student — powerful, cold, dangerous.

And the boys at the Gryffindor table?

They stared like they’d been hexed.

Fred nudged George so hard he nearly fell off the bench. “Do you see her?”

George didn’t answer — his mouth was hanging open.

Ron’s ears had gone pink. “Blimey.”

Harry pushed his glasses up, blinking fast. “Wow.”

There was something about the way you moved — graceful but strong. But as you passed, your eyes swept the room, and for just a second, your serious mask slipped.

Your gaze softened.

And you smiled — small, shy, barely-there.

Right at them.

They were done for.

Fred leaned in toward George. “I’m marrying her.”

“You don’t even know her name,” George hissed.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll learn it at the wedding.”

Fred was enchanted by the contradiction of you.

This girl who walked like a storm, but smiled like sunlight breaking through. He immediately started plotting ways to make you laugh — because he had to hear it.

George was quieter about it.

But his heart had started racing the second you met his eyes. He wasn’t used to being caught off guard — but here he was, stunned stupid. He imagined offering you a prank sweet, just to see your serious face melt into a grin. He wanted to make you soft all the time.

Ron couldn’t speak for a full minute.

Which was good, because all he could think was "she’s so beautiful" over and over, like a broken record. His stomach did that nervous swoop it usually only did during Quidditch matches. And when you sat at the Durmstrang table, he kept sneaking glances, hoping you’d look his way again.

Harry felt like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

He wasn’t sure what hit him harder — the way you carried yourself, like nothing could touch you, or the way your eyes softened when they met his. He felt drawn to you immediately — as if you could see right through him, and didn’t mind what you saw.

It happened two days later.

You were outside, by the lake, sketching in a notebook. The serious mask was gone. You looked peaceful, even a little sad.

Fred and George spotted you first. They pushed Ron and Harry ahead of them.

“Go on,” Fred whispered.

“You’re mental,” Ron muttered.

But you looked up before they could retreat.

And you smiled again.

“Hello,” you said, your voice soft but with an accent that made their hearts stutter.

“Hi,” Harry managed, cheeks red.

“I’m Fred!” Fred blurted. “And this is George. Identical. Handsome. Brilliant.”

George elbowed him. “And modest.”

“I know who you are,” you said, still smiling. “I’ve heard of you.”

You turned to Ron and Harry. “And you as well. The Boy Who Lived. And Ron, the brave one.”

Ron looked like he might faint.

Harry just grinned, shy.

“Would you sit?” you asked, patting the grass beside you. “I do not like being alone.”

And so they did.

They learned your name, your laugh (Fred nearly cried hearing it), and that beneath all the fierce Durmstrang armor was someone kind. Someone who loved magical creatures, who hated how everyone thought Durmstrang students were cruel, and who missed home more than you let on.

From that day, the boys were always finding reasons to bump into you.

Fred constantly tried to impress you with jokes, pranks, and dramatic bows.

George brought you little gifts — joke sweets, enchanted paper birds.

Ron offered to help you with anything, tripping over his words but trying so hard.

Harry just liked to sit with you, quietly, watching how the breeze played with your hair.

[here-there-were-dragons]

additions from op's tags that seem worth keeping

Funniest thing I've seen recently, and not funny in a ha-ha way, more funny in a "the endless entropic void gnawing at my will to live" way, was somebody asking around for alternatives to Neil Gaiman, in the light of Neil Gaiman's ongoing fall from grace. As though what we're currently sitting through isn't the collapse of the carefully curated "Good Guy Neil" image that caused people to parade Gaiman as the same kind of preferred progressive alternative to, say, Rowling. As though we won't be in the same goddamn situation in a few years or months, with some number of the new progressive sci-fi/fantasy darlings- not all of them, to be clear, but at least some of them- when their impeccably-curated marketing implodes in on itself and they're revealed to be the same kind of sex pest or abuser. Can you not see the wheel to which you are strapped. The game of human pinball you are condemning yourself to with this mindset. Maybe you do see, and you're just resigned to taking it one soul-crushing disappointment at a time, one "I never would have guessed" after another. I mean I think we all need to get resigned to that one way or another, sun's gonna go out before it stops happening

[zillychu]

sometimes you black out and just an entire Persona 5 AU in one night

did I ever settle on a design for phantom thief! Siffrin? no. anyway,

NOT fully mirroring the P5 plot!! it's a bit different! a few were hit with the obligatory anime teenager beam

Siffrin gets arrested for allegedly attacking someone with a knife! this did not happen. while trying to help someone, he in fact got knifed in the face and lost an eye.

the adoption system is about to drop their ass since they're nearly an adult and no one's too happy about the aggravated assault. fate drops him at Nille's doorstep, who takes pity on him but insists she's only housing his ass for some extra cash. Bonnie acquires another felon a sibling!

showing up to school looking like shit (anxiety, no sleep), with an eyepatch and a natural silent intensity, no one really questions if he's stabbed someone. everyone's pretty sure he's killed someone actually.

Mira and Isa are charged with helping the new local mass murderer get settled, and they slowly start to uncover the real Siffrin hiding under all that apprehension. Odile, the school nurse, is all kinds of queer so she's got these kids' backs. as the story progresses, they each have their own character arc around biting back on authority (Isa gets the courage to transition, and Mira stops straightening her hair)

what about everyone else's outfits? that's the fun part! SIFFRIN IS DOING ALL THIS PHANTOM THIEF SHIT ALONE

well not totally alone. they've got a weird cat now. they can talk (Siffrin wishes they didn't) and has a concerning amount of knowledge about the metaverse for being an amnesiac! (this worries them too, they just try not to show it)

the OTHER fun part is that Siffrin is doing half this phantom thief stuff in the metaverse, half in the real world. good news is, he has the magic metaverse stuff irl! bad news is he has the magic metaverse stuff irl. yeah it helps keep him from getting caught, but law enforcement starts rising quickly to military arms when you start breaking physics while also being a theater kid about it.

the meat of the plot is surrounding Siffrin's struggle to fit two lives into one, and how his friends are WAY too perceptive to keep this up forever. but they have to, because they've only barely convinced their friends to accept them. if they knew he was some evil freaky magic terrorist (he's not, but like, who would believe him when he's doing seemingly evil freaky magic terrorist things!), they'd turn him in, they'd be scared, they'd HATE him!!

btw there is no rival for Siffrin. he's his own rival. lets give the "I'm terrified I'm manipulating my friends" twink actual mind alteration powers and see what happens :))

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi, sorry if this is an insensitive question but I was wondering if you have books by black authors that don't center racism? It's not that I want to live a blissful life not knowing about racism, I'm dark skinned nb woc, racism is part of life. I just noticed that unless it's a romance book, every 'by black authors' book list I find will have all the books with racism being a major theme. As if being a black author means publishing will only sign if you write about racism. I want to read something different, happy and humorous, fantastical, scry, whatever. I don't want every book I read from black authors to be about race the same way I don't want every book by queer authors I read to have homophobia. I got some recommendations before and all of them were like "hilarious book where author talks about racism they faced in a funny way", I feel exhauated. I know different books have to exist but I can't find them when I google.

sorry I'm so charmed by the idea that asking a white bitch for book recs about Black people doing something other than experiencing racism might be insensitive

anyway you're right like!!! a lot of authors of color only get to crack into publishing if they're willing to write about their suffering and be lauded for that and like, cool, bless up for writing that but would be cool to pay attention to stuff that's not all pain and suffering!!

I'm going to caveat to say that some of these will contain, you know, References to racism, especially if they take place in the real world, since Black authors and Black characters are gonna acknowledge that, but I'm not gonna rec like. The Hate U Give where that's The Point, yknow? also a lot of these are still rather dark and grim as novels because of who I am as a person and what I like but I hope will still be helpful. check the content warnings for everything I recommend ever.

ANYWAYYY

gotta shill for Akwaeke Emezi right out of the gate as usual: their most recent novel, Little Rot, is a pitch black thriller that starts with a Nigerian couple breaking up in Lagos and proceeding to have the most evil and deranged weekend anyone has ever had. truly almost content warning in the book for this one, BUTTTTT racism is like. the least of anyone's worries. girl, there are hitmen.

My Sister, the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite is another Nigerian novel that's more of a dark comedy about a dutiful older sister who's been cleaning up her impulsive and beautiful younger sister's dead boyfriends for YEARS. shit comes to a head when little sis sets her eyes on a man her older sister likes (who's also her boss!!! gag!!!).

Helen Oyeyemi's novel The Icarus Girl is a quietly creepy horror about a young mixed English girl who visits her mother's Nigerian family and comes back with a commanding, powerful imaginary friend that no one can see, who starts causing terrible things to occur once the family is back home. I was blown away by how well Oyeyemi wrote little Jessamine's POV; really nailed the smart, lonely, anxious child perspective.

Darknesses by Lachelle Seville is a WILD paranormal indie pub that i read earlier this year that's soooo messy and so entertaining. I think I described it as feeling like reading through someone's blog about their OC's? it was a hoot. the basic premise is that a young Black woman named Oasis, physically and mentally scarred from escaping a cult, is working at a bookstore in New York City when she meets another gorgeous Black girl who claims to be in love with her... and also to be an incarnation of Count Dracula.

if we want some high fantasy I really, really love NK Jemisin's Dreamblood Duology, which is set in a fantasy version of ancient Egypt and revolves around a class of priests who utilize the magic of dreams. political intrigue ensues!

love of my life Janelle Monáe curated a collection of short stories called The Memory Librarian, where each story is written by a different author and is inspired by the world of Monáe's album Dirty Computer. Danny Lore's story Nevermind, based on the music video for Pynk, is my #1 favorite thing.

also if we want some nonfiction I truly adore all of Samantha Irby's essay collections so much; there aren't a lot of writers who consistently make me LAUGH laugh but she gets me. her most recent, Quietly Hostile, has some top notch shenanigans re: having to go to the hospital for a very stupid allergic reaction at the height of COVID social distancing.

you may also find inspo here (I know I did!!)

and here (I'm especially intrigued by Meet Me at the Crossroads)

[cruel-seduction]

Theodore Nott Headcanons

Warning: This piece contains themes of possessiveness, obsessive behavior, and dark romance undertones. Theodore’s devotion might be overwhelming, intense, and not suited for everyone’s taste. Reader discretion is advised.

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Theodore Nott 

6’4 | He’s taller than Mattheo, and yes, he lords it over him (quietly, of course, because Theo is above petty behavior… unless it’s funny).

Lean, but don’t be fooled—this man is cut. He’s that deadly kind of fit where you don’t notice at first because he’s always wearing loose sweaters and looking like a poetry major. But the second the sleeves roll up? Oh. My. God. Veins for DAYS, hands strong enough to snap a wand in half (or your will to argue).

He doesn’t work out. Like, ever. He’s just naturally like this. Probably from lugging around all those dark magic books and the emotional weight of his trauma (we love a man with issues!).

(He could choke you with one hand while quoting Dante and your ghost would thank him. RESPECTFULLY!)

Has that sleepy, “don’t bother me, I’m too cool for this” kind of vibe. Until he’s pissed, and suddenly it’s quiet rage central. A single glare from him could silence an entire Great Hall—and probably has.

His abs? Unfair. They’re there, but in the casual, effortless way that makes you want to cry because why do they look that good without trying? If you’re lucky enough to see him shirtless (bless your soul), you’ll be rethinking your life decisions.

Quidditch player energy without ever actually playing. His thing? Sitting in the stands, sipping black coffee, and judging everyone while looking hot.

"YOU WANNA KNOW IF I’D FOLLOW THEODORE INTO A CURSED FOREST AT MIDNIGHT JUST BECAUSE HE SAID SO??? THE ANSWER IS YES. I’D GO, NO QUESTIONS ASKED."

You think he’s calm and controlled until you see him in a duel, and suddenly he’s throwing hexes like he’s possessed. It’s giving “do-not-poke-the-bear” energy, and it’s hot.

His smirk? Criminal. It’s the kind of smirk that makes you forget how to breathe for a second and then hate yourself because he definitely knows the effect it has on people.

“Mia cara,” he says, and you’re done for. No wand needed. He just obliterated your whole existence.

Theodore Nott | Personality

He’s quiet, but it’s that kind of quiet. The "I could verbally destroy you with a single sentence but choose not to because I have better things to do" kind of quiet.

(WE LOVE A MAN WITH RESTRAINED CHAOS!!! IT’S SO SEXY!!!)

His reputation is split down the middle. People either think he’s the chillest guy in Slytherin or they’re low-key terrified of him. There is no in-between. He doesn’t go out of his way to make people uncomfortable, but if you catch his bad side? RIP to you, my friend.

Very composed most of the time, but don’t mistake that for softness. Theo doesn’t raise his voice; he raises his eyebrow. And somehow, that’s worse.

"You really thought that was a good idea? Cute."

Stone-cold when it comes to confrontations. No yelling, no theatrics—just a quiet menace that makes you wish he’d scream at you instead because this is SO MUCH WORSE.

However, if it’s for his friends? Oh, baby, the gloves come off. Someone messes with Mattheo? He’s done. Someone insults you? They’re not showing up to class tomorrow. He’s terrifyingly efficient when it comes to protecting the people he loves.

Doesn’t talk a lot in fights, but his insults are cutting when they come out. And he does it with a smirk that makes you want to both slap him and kiss him.

"What’s the matter? Spellbook too heavy for you? Or is it just that your brain isn’t working?"

Unlike Mattheo, he doesn’t get in trouble for starting fights. Oh no, Theo’s the one who talks his way out of detention, leaving the professors wondering how they ended up apologizing to him.

Let’s be real, Theo has layers. He’s the kind of guy who looks calm and put together on the outside, but his mind? A mess. Overthinks everything, but you’ll never know it because he’s mastered the art of hiding his emotions. (He’s good at this, but it’s also probably why he sleeps like four hours a night.)

Moody, but in a subtle way. You’ll notice when he’s upset because he’ll get even quieter, or start tapping his fingers on the table. He’s not the type to vent about it—he’ll just say “it’s nothing” while his jaw clenches so hard you swear you hear it crack.

Theo loves order. He’s a perfectionist and gets mildly stressed when things don’t go according to plan. He doesn’t lose his temper, though—he just sighs dramatically and mutters something in Italian like "Per l’amor del cielo..."

(BILINGUAL KINGS ARE UNFAIR. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE CAN INSULT ME IN TWO LANGUAGES?)

A total academic weapon. Not because he tries super hard, but because he’s just naturally brilliant and does the bare minimum to get top marks. He can explain a spell you’ve been struggling with for days in five seconds flat, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

Always looks like he’s in control, but put him in social situations? Total disaster. Theo’s not awkward, but he doesn’t do small talk. Half the time, he just nods politely and hopes whoever’s talking gets the hint.

Has the driest sense of humor. He’ll drop a sarcastic one-liner so deadpan you’re not even sure if he’s joking.

"I think your essay was… bold. Choosing to write it in such a confusing way must’ve been a creative choice."

Drinks coffee like it’s water. Black coffee, of course. None of that sugary stuff, though he secretly loves when you make him try your sweet drink.

Doesn’t like parties but goes because the group makes him. He’s the guy sitting on the couch, watching everyone else make fools of themselves while holding a drink he hasn’t touched. (He’s your ride home because you know he’s always sober enough to apparate responsibly.)

Theodore Nott | Boyfriend

Ah, Theodore Nott, the walking paradox of calculated charm and quiet vulnerability. Having him as your boyfriend is like playing chess against a master—except the stakes are your heart, and he already has you in checkmate before you even realize the game started.

Manipulation, Thy Name is Theo:Theodore isn’t one to beg for your love; oh no, he’s too smooth for that. Instead, he’ll make sure you think choosing him was your idea all along.

He’ll subtly nudge you into needing him.

He anticipates your desires before you even say them aloud:

"Thirsty? I grabbed your favorite drink. Tired? Don’t worry, I already finished that essay you were stressing about."

He’s not loud about his possessiveness, but it’s there. You don’t realize it at first, but suddenly, every other guy who tries to get too close to you is either giving you a wide berth or “just happened” to fail their next exam. Coincidence? With Theo, nothing is a coincidence.

(We love a man who’s low-key terrifying but only in a protective way!)

How He Realized He Was in Love:Theo didn’t believe in love. Love was messy, uncontrollable, and entirely too risky for someone who thrived on precision and control. But then you came along, and everything changed.

It was slow at first. He didn’t notice it happening until one day, you smiled at him across the library, and he felt his carefully constructed walls crack.

And then it hit him.

“Merlin, I’m in love with her.”

Of course, Theo didn’t panic outwardly. No, he spent the next week internally spiraling.

"What does this mean?"

"What if she doesn’t feel the same way?"

"How do I tell her without sounding like an idiot?"

Eventually, he decided that subtlety was overrated. One evening, while you were sitting in his dorm, flipping through one of his books, he just said it.

"I love you."

You froze, unsure if you heard him correctly. He didn’t look away, his intense gaze pinning you in place.

"You don’t have to say it back. I just needed you to know."

Affection, Theo Style:Theo isn’t flashy or over-the-top, but he’s deeply romantic in his own way.

Words of Praise: He’s a master of compliments that don’t feel like compliments until you think about them later.

"You’re too brilliant for this school, you know that?""How do you manage to look stunning even when you’re furious with me?""You’re the only person who’s ever managed to make me lose focus, mia cara."

Subtle Acts of Service: He’s always doing things for you without making a big deal out of it. Your favorite quill broke? There’s a new one on your desk the next day. You’re stressed about a test? He’ll quiz you until you feel confident (and then reward you with a kiss for every right answer).

The Praise Kink Is Real, Babe:Theo doesn’t just praise you to make you feel good. He needs you to know how much he adores you. Whether it’s your intelligence, your kindness, or just the way you look in his sweater, he’s always quick to remind you of your worth.

"You’re too good for me, you know that?" he murmurs against your ear, his hand resting on your hip. "But don’t think for a second I’ll ever let you go."

(Is it hot in here or is it just Theo?)

The Possessiveness Comes Out in Subtle Ways:

At parties, his hand is always resting somewhere on you—your lower back, your shoulder, your thigh. A quiet signal to everyone else: She’s mine.

If someone flirts with you, he doesn’t cause a scene. Instead, he’ll step in with that dangerously calm demeanor, his words laced with thinly veiled threats.

"I believe you’re in my seat." Translation: Touch her again, and you’ll regret it.

Theodore, the Unexpected Softie:For someone so composed, Theo is surprisingly soft when it’s just the two of you.

He loves curling up with you on the couch, one arm draped over your shoulders while he reads aloud from a book he thinks you’d enjoy.

Sleeps with one hand always touching you—your waist, your hand, your hair. It’s the only time he truly relaxes.

Occasionally whispers “I don’t deserve you” when he thinks you’re asleep.

Having Theo as a boyfriend is a rollercoaster of intensity and tenderness. He’s the type to protect you from the world while also making you feel like you’re the center of his universe. And honestly? We’d ride that roller coaster over and over again.

Theodore Nott | Obsessive Devotion

If Mattheo is chaos in bed, Theodore is calculated destruction. Theo doesn’t rush—no, he takes his time. He knows every move, every word, every touch is designed to drive you absolutely insane.

The Slow Burn King:Theo isn’t just about getting you off; he’s about making you beg. He’s not the type to drag you into the nearest broom closet and go at it like a madman. No, Theo prefers to let the tension build—catching your eye across the library with a smirk, his hand brushing yours during dinner, leaning in close to whisper something sinful in your ear when no one else is looking.

"You’re squirming, mia cara. Tell me, what’s on your mind?"

Possessive but Polished:He loves control—holding you still with a firm grip while his mouth works wonders between your thighs. Theo thrives on the sound of your moans and whimpers, each one a confirmation that you belong to him.

But don’t get it twisted: his possessiveness is refined. He’s not shouting it from the rooftops; instead, he’s branding it into your skin with every kiss, every bite, every low growl of, “Mine.”

(We love a man who can ruin our lives with just one look.)

Praise You Like a Goddess:Theo is the king of praise. He’s not subtle about how much he worships you, and he makes sure you know it.

"You’re so perfect, amore mio. I could stay like this forever, just watching you fall apart for me."

He’ll kiss every inch of your skin like it’s holy ground. He’ll tell you how beautiful you are when you’re flushed, trembling, and completely at his mercy.

And if you praise him back? Game over. Tell him he’s a good boy, and suddenly you’ve unlocked the most obedient, eager-to-please version of Theo. He’ll do anything to hear you say it again.

Control with a Dash of Chaos:Theo’s not loud, but his intensity is deafening. He thrives on being in control, but sometimes he loves to break his own rules. If you push him just enough—maybe tease him in public or drag him into a forbidden situation—he’ll snap in the most delicious way.

"You think you can play games with me? Let me show you how this ends, bella."

Experimentation, but Make It Sophisticated:Theo isn’t one to dive into wild kinks without purpose, but he’s creative when it comes to trying new things.

Silk ties? Check.

Blindfolds? Of course.

Whispering Latin endearments in your ear while he has you completely at his mercy? A standard Tuesday night.

And don’t get me started on the way he uses his fingers—this man could write symphonies with how skillfully he plays your body like an instrument.

Stamina for Days:Don’t let his cool demeanor fool you—Theo can and will go for hours. He has the patience to draw out every moment until you’re gasping and begging for release, and then he’ll do it all over again.

"Oh no, dolcezza. We’re not finished yet. Not until I’ve had my fill of you."

Switch Theo = UNLOCKED:Normally, Theo’s the one in control, but when you take charge? When you straddle his hips, grip his jaw, and order him to behave? He’s putty in your hands.

"Tell me what you want, bella. Anything—it’s yours."

And the best part? He loves it. Watching you take what you want from him, hearing you praise him as he falls apart under your touch—it’s enough to drive him to the brink every single time.

In Private, He’s All Yours:While Theo keeps his emotions tightly guarded in public, behind closed doors, he’s all in. He loves to hold you afterward, running his fingers through your hair and whispering sweet nothings as you both come down from the high.

"You’re everything, you know that? My whole world."

Having Theodore Nott as a lover is like being the muse of a masterpiece—every touch, every word, every moment is designed to make you feel like the most desired person on the planet. And honestly? We’re not complaining

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[ravenclaw-for-all-seasons]

His Soft Spot (8) - Mattheo Riddle

Theo Nott and Lorenzo Berkshire prided themselves on two things: their impeccable style and their ability to get under Mattheo Riddle’s skin.

Which was exactly why they were currently smirking at you like they had already won.

“You’ll never get him to go to class,” Theo said, arms crossed as he leaned against the common room couch.

Enzo nodded. “Yeah, he’d rather get cursed than sit through an entire lesson.”

You tilted your head, amused. “Is that a challenge?”

Theo and Enzo exchanged a look before Theo grinned. “Absolutely.”

You smirked. “Alright, then. What do I get when I win?”

Mattheo—who had been sprawled out on the couch, lazily smoking a cigarette, and only half-listening—let out a sharp laugh. “When? You mean if.”

You turned to him, smiling sweetly. “No, I mean when.”

Mattheo exhaled, shaking his head. “Not happening, love.”

Theo smirked. “You hear that, Y/N? Even Mattheo knows you don’t stand a chance.”

Enzo grinned. “Go on, then. Try your best.”

You rolled your eyes before turning back to Mattheo. He was watching you now, like he was daring you to try.

So you did.

You moved closer, just enough that your knee brushed against his, chest angled just right, and pouted just enough to make it convincing. Then, for good measure, you batted your eyelashes and twirled your hair around your finger.

“Please, Mattheo?” you said softly, tilting your head like you weren’t playing dirty. “For me?”

There was exactly one second of silence before Mattheo sighed in defeat.

“Fuck.”

Theo gasped.

Enzo choked on air.

Mattheo groaned, rubbing a hand over his face like he was physically in pain. “Fine. I won’t skip class.”

Theo screamed. “WHAT?!”

Enzo clutched his chest. “That was too easy.”

Mattheo shot them a glare. “I swear to Merlin, I will kill you both.”

But they weren’t listening anymore.

Theo pointed at you, eyes wide. “HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

You shrugged, grinning. “It’s called charm.”

Enzo shook his head. “Nah, that was black magic. That was sorcery.”

Mattheo groaned, pulling you into his lap like that would somehow get them to shut up. “I hate you all.”

Theo cackled. “But you love her.”

Mattheo just sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Yeah. I do.”

Theo groaned. “Disgusting.”

Enzo nodded. “Absolutely revolting.”

But, as the three of you headed to class—Mattheo included—you noticed Theo slipping a few Galleons into Enzo’s hand.

You smirked.

They should’ve known better than to bet against you.

If Mattheo Riddle had a kryptonite, it was you.

Theo and Enzo had always suspected it, but today? Today, they had undeniable proof.

Mattheo Riddle—the same boy who hexed anyone who dared to waste his time, the same boy who once set his Charms textbook on fire just to get out of an assignment—was currently sitting in class. Taking notes.

Theo elbowed Enzo so hard he nearly fell off his chair.

“Mate,” Theo whispered. “He’s actually writing things down.”

Enzo was stunned. “This is unnatural. He doesn’t even bring a quill to class.”

“I know,” Theo muttered. “He usually just stares into space until someone gives him the answers.”

Mattheo, who had been ignoring them so hard that it was almost convincing, finally exhaled sharply and turned to glare at them. “Both of you—shut the fuck up.”

Theo grinned. “What’s the matter, Riddle? Can’t focus with us talking?”

Enzo smirked. “Or are you just too busy writing ‘Mrs. Y/N Riddle’ in the margins?”

Mattheo launched his quill at them.

Unfortunately, that just made them laugh harder.

“Oh, he’s so mad,” Theo wheezed, holding his stomach.

Enzo wiped a fake tear. “He’s seething.”

You, sitting beside Mattheo, bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Would you two shut up before he actually murders you?” you whispered.

Theo smirked. “Please, you would never let him.”

Mattheo clenched his jaw. “Don’t test me, Nott.”

Theo gasped, looking at you. “You hear that, Y/N? He’s threatening me.”

Enzo nodded sagely. “He’s being so mean. It’s almost like he doesn’t love us anymore.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes. “I never fucking did.”

“Lies,” Theo said. “Tell them, Y/N.”

You smirked. “He tolerates you.”

Theo gasped. “That’s practically love coming from him!”

Mattheo groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “I hate all of you.”

You leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “No, you don’t.”

Mattheo exhaled, his body relaxing immediately. “Yeah. I don’t.”

Theo and Enzo made fake gagging noises in unison.

“Disgusting.”

“Absolutely sickening.”

Mattheo sighed, draping an arm over your chair like he hadn’t just been completely exposed.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “But at least I’m getting kissed.”

Theo and Enzo shut up real quick.

Mattheo smirked.

Checkmate.

[wonderjanga]

I Hate That Bitch. I Hate Him.

There’s only a few people Billy hates. Ebenezer is one of them. Actually, he’s at the top of the list. He hates Eben so much that just the mention of him will send him into a rant. Mary accidentally brought him up at the Watchtower so Junior was greeted with Marvel pacing back and forth while Mary was just watching.

Marvel: “It’s just- I hate him!”

Mary: “I know.”

Marvel: “He makes me want to just- AGH- Like peel my skin off!”

Mary: “Wouldn’t that benefit him?”

Marvel: “You’re right! I wanna peel his skin off.”

Junior: *walks over to Mary* “What’s up with him? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this pressed.”

Marvel: *still ranting*

Mary: “I accidentally brought up him.”

Junior: “Who?”

Mary: “Him.”

Junior: “Again, who- wait is he talking about him him or another him.”

Mary: “Him him.”

Junior: “Ooooooooh. Well then that explains why he’s being such a hater right now.”

Unfortunately, someone overheard this. And also unfortunately gossip spreads fast at the Watchtower.

Flash: *sounds nervous* “You don’t think it’s me right??”

Supes: “I doubt it. I’m just worried it might be me.”

Aquaman: “Please, if anything it’s Hal. I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve seen him ask Marvel to cover his shift on monitor duty.”

GL: “Wha-”

All the Male Heroes: *ranting about how it can’t be them*

Hawkgirl and WW: *chilling and watching this go down because the Marvels mentioned it was a him and not a her, so they were in the clear*

Also, one time, Billy was doing a spell and Freddy mentioned Ebenezer. Billy got so pressed that the magic went haywire and now displayed the name of the person you hate the most over your head.

Black Adam: “Champion! What is this?!” *points to the glowing “Captain Marvel” written above his head*

Marvel: “Ah that’s supposed to be the name of the person you hate the most.”

Black Adam: *looks to the “Ebenezer Batson” written over Marvel’s head* “Yours isn’t listed as my name.”

Marvel: “Yeah, because you’re not the person I hate the most.”

*silence*

Black Adam: “What?” *sounds offended and honestly a little hurt*

[obeymeluv]

Been thinking about this eel and wanted to explore his character some.

-- Floyd realizing he likes you/falling in love with you --

Not proofread because it's late.

I was going to add two more but I'm tired and wanted to put something out.

Trying to decide if I'm going to put out more new stuff or circle back around to older stuff.

I.

Floyd is used to things being in black and white. No nuances. It's like survival of the fittest--you live or you die. You're living in one of the harshest environments and his brain is constantly circling back to HOW? It baffles him because you have no claws, your teeth aren't designed for raw catching, and he hasn't met a lander alive that could run fast enough to catch their food unless it was near death.

So HOW are you doing this with no magic?

Under the sea if you couldn't provide for yourself, you made yourself useful. If you worked for his family, that meant serving as muscle or as an informant. You looked better for getting information out of people than you did squeezing them.

Well, not the way he and Jade squeezed people, anyways. You squeezed them with kindness.

Yeah, he'd heard rumors that you were doing odd little jobs like the Savanaclaw runt. Mostly making little lunches and snacks. Sometimes you'd do a 'dorm night dinner' where you went over to another dorm and cooked!

Azul had been begging you to cook for the Lounge, to do a limited-time meal deal, but you could make more money cooking for the dorms. It was funny to see the Octomer practically foaming at the mouth as he tried to calculate earnings versus an enticing deal to get said earnings.

As long as they're not doing anything else, Floyd's relaxed eyes sharpened as his brows knotted together in a suggestion of annoyance. But why did he care, right? The law of the ocean, of the mers, was doing what you needed to do, right?

Why did it bug him so much? He knew you weren't doing anything else but why did the idea that you would--or could--make him want to take someone down in a death spiral?

The spaces between his fingers began to itch as the webbing threatened to emerge.

You shuffle your way into History of Magic wearing something that Crowley slapped together; it doesn't fit you as well as it could but Trein is the last one to make an issue of it. Floyd's gold eye twinkles with interest as he spots the cup in your hand. He likes to think the tea he smells is from Jade since you work at the Lounge with them but it could also be from Kalim or Goldfishy.

The fact that you can have tea, a small luxury in this foreign world, impresses him.

Yes, you do quite well, don't you?

"Hey Floyd," you sit down with a sleepy smile, setting out your meager supplies before holding the cup happily in both hands.

Ah. That's how.

Your smile makes him squirmy and he wonders if that's what his prey feels like before they meet his pharyngeal jaws.

---

II.

He only gets into fights because he's bored. Usually. Every now and then he and Jade will be called down to the Coral to help their father with a 'business venture'; that's an exception. The only other exception is when Azul sends them on a 'last call' visit.

Except for the occasions where he and Jade defended Azul himself, of course. That was way back in their childhood when he and Jade would terrorize the absolute shit out of those hateful mer-brats! Memories of pulling their scales off without getting caught or biting chunks out of their pretty tailfins when trying to go after smaller fish bring a smile to his lips.

Today he found a fourth reason he didn't expect: you.

He wasn't surprised to see Savanaclaw harassing you, not totally. These beastmen were at the mercy of their instincts and traits, too. Mainly stupidity, but having creature influence didn't always help things.

Just like he couldn't help himself from striking when it was convenient. When he was sure he couldn't lose. Moray eels were consumed with cowardice unless conditions were favorable and on land all fights were in his favor. The beastmen were strong, sure, and physically fit but there was a difference between being built for power and built for speed.

Jade may have taken to his land legs first but Floyd was still nimbler than people gave him credit for. The long legs were deceptive, he knew. It also helped that he spent a lifetime in the Coral where the sea sculpted muscle and got him used to dealing with a resistance that didn't exist on land.

"Kinda dumb to mess with the hand that feeds ya, huh?"

Leona would have their ASSES if he knew they were corning you and trying to bully you. Maybe cop a feel? Floyd swung his fist forward the second one of them turned their head to acknowledge him and it was one.

It was a blur but he was used to that. The Coral had obscuring kelp beds, bursts of water carrying all kinds of debris, and seafloor sediment that provided nice cover when needed.

All you needed were teeth and claws. And the scent of blood.

One of them was bound to get a good lick in. He'd be disappointed if they didn't, honestly. The one who tried to grab his earring would know he did something wrong tomorrow; at least two of his fingers were broken. Broken fingers don't matter to an unconscious guy, though.

"I didn't need your help!" you're glaring up at him. Floyd can't help but laugh. He blinks blood out of his eye. Somewhere near his eyebrow there's a wound throbbing.

"'Course ya did, shrimpy!" Floyd leans towards you, genuine smile showcasing pointy teeth.

"No, I didn't! They were starting to back off!" you hiss, pointing up at him.

"And now they're all the way off." Floyd shrugged, poking one with his foot.

"I'm telling Jade," you scoff. You both know Azul won't let him into the Lounge like this. Floyd detests the infirmary and had to be dragged there when he fell ill with his first stomach bug (Jade and Azul thought he was dying). The nurse gets on his case and the area smells too clean and chemical-y for his liking.

He flops down, waiting patiently and highly amused as you rummage through your thrift shop bag for medical supplies. You'd learned to start carrying stuff on you between Grim's overzealous fire-casting and Riddle's overblot. Floyd hums contentedly as you blot his face, nose wrinkling reflexively when he smells the alcohol wipe. You dab ointment on the wound above his eyebrow, scoffing and pulling his chin out of the crook of your elbow. Floyd snorts, pressing his cheek against your arm.

You smack a band-aid over the wound and he clicks his teeth as you glide your finger over the tender part. "You're such a good shrimpy, taking care of your moray," Floyd teases you, yelping when you pinch his cheek before starting off for the Lounge.

He lets you get a good distance ahead before launching off the ground. "Floyd?! Floyd, no! Stop! Don't do it!" you made the mistake of turning your head to look at him as the grass crunched under his shoes, breaking out into a run.

You shouldn't dart off in front of a predator. That activates the hunting instinct.

His laugh echoes as he catches you effortlessly, scooping you up and throwing you into the air like a toy. "Don't worry shrimpy, I got ya!" Floyd laughs, tossing you again.

---

III.

You're hard to find on your days off and that's really annoying to him. Sometimes Vil whisks you away for a spa day, sometimes you're holed up with that blue-burning recluse playing video games. Floyd has turned up empty-handed more often than not, which is impressive considering he's a hunter by nature.

The prey is illusive. And kind of offending him since you're dating but you're not here right now. He'd come find you if it wasn't that time of the month where they were stuck in their true forms, waiting restlessly for the latest delivery of the transformation potion.

No one knows how it happened, really, not even him. Most mers trade trinkets or hunt for their partners but he didn't do any of that. Not officially. He'd cook you something the second you stepped into the Lounge and comb the waters around Sage's for interesting stuff to give you but you didn't acknowledge those courting attempts so they didn't happen. You thought the way he opened and closed his mouth was just a sign of boredom and never did it back.

So yeah, it took forever for you guys to be a thing by mer standards.

You guys were dating by lander standards, though. Little things like you keeping him awake in class and him walking you to the next. He'd buy you something to put in your hair and you'd wear it the next day. When Azul found out you were the only one who could tie his bowtie without him complaining or undoing it, it was his favorite part of getting ready for a shift. If Crowley wasn't so stingy with the phone he gave you, Floyd would be blowing it up.

He continued his lazy laps in the Octavinelle pool, clicking his teeth and sighing sadly. A moray really shouldn't be without their shrimpy. It was cruel.

As if he'd summoned you, you showed up with a float. It meant you wouldn't be swimming with him today but Floyd could live with that. "Don't even think about it!" you warn, hearing the water pitter behind you as he breaks the surface. Floyd has yanked you in more than once on your 'float' days, blaming it on his predator nature. Leaning down to look through the awkward tent of your arm, one foot splayed across the float and trying to draw it close as you wiggled onto it, you met Floyd's mischievous gaze.

The fins at the side of his head flutter, your boyfriend ducking down until his heterchromatic eyes just touch the water. He pulls strong arms slowly and dramatically from the water, setting them softly on the deck as he flexes the muscles of his hands and lets the light play on his claws. "Think about what?" Floyd can barely get the question out, laughing already. His pupils thin as you successfully push off on the float, sending yourself across the water.

Just like that, he's gone. You peer over the top of your float to keep an eye on the lazy, winding shadow. He moves faster than that, you've seen it! What is he--

"Delightful to see you!" Jade pops up at your back and you yelp, losing your grip on the top of your float. If not for Floyd being on the other side and slinging his corded arms over you, you'd be in the water. He laughs at your near-heart attack and the little scrunch in your nose as water flings all over you. "Sam hasn't gotten our order in, I take it?"

"No," you glare at Jade. "He hasn't."

The calmer twin smiles in his usual unbothered way. You've learned to see the sadistic delight in it now. "I'll let Azul know. We'll be working on things below if you need us. Thanks for keeping my dearest brother company." Jade makes his way down and doesn't miss the chance to flick more water on you with the last bit of tailfin. You hiss, rolling over into Floyd's waiting lips.

"Shrimpy!" he sings, genuine delight slipping into a low purr as he peppers kisses up the side of your face and heaves his slick body onto your float. He's unexpectedly soft due to the weird 'hydration' coat they make. It doesn't dull the prominence of his scales and the feel of scale and slick against your skin makes your spine tingle.

He's either going to drown you or shred your float. You're bobbing in and out of the water, head thrust up to try and keep something dry. Floyd knew your prey instincts would kick in and make you flail; he's practically purring at the fact you've wrapped your arms and legs around him. He throws himself back, arms behind his head.

You relax when you realize he's become your personal float. A float that's very happy with himself. You've ridden on his back before but lying on his chest was new; even with your arms around him it still amazed you how strong his back was. Especially his shoulders.

"Happy?" you lay your cheek on him, eyes drifting along the swirls of blue and teal that surround the whitish-gray of his chest.

"Happy!" Floyd hums.

[mellowyellow236]

How would the TWST boys act when they’re jealous? 

This is Scarabia, Pomefiore, and Ignihyde's section- Link to Heartslabyul, which has the rest of the fics linked. The reader is gender-neutral. There may be mild spoilers as to who overblots and other facts. Some of them might have Yandere tendencies, though nothing graphic or descriptive and always very mild, they’ll be marked with a ‘Y’ if they do. Mainly because sometimes the boys are calm and talk through their feelings… And sometimes they go down possessive insecurity-included spirals. If anyone has anything to add or any questions, please leave a reblog or comment! Requests are open if anyone wants. 

Scarabia: 

Kalim Al-Asim - Y

Kalim doesn’t get jealous easily. Well, he likes to think that he doesn’t. To be completely honest, he doesn’t even know what that horrible feeling crawling into his chest is when he sees you laughing with someone else. 

It’s not a subtle thing when he does. He doesn’t pull you away from them, but he certainly shows you love. Here’s an elephant! And a tiger! And a magic carpet, ten tons of gold, and lots and lots of gems! Aren’t they beautiful? It’s not as much as you! You’re lovelier than everything in his treasury, please accept all of his love and gems and never leave him! 

Please, don’t leave him. He’s so used to people only using him, but if it was you… He could take it. He’ll buy you anything you look at, he’ll pamper you every day and night, you’ll never have to lift a finger if only you accept him… Please. Please, please. 

When Kalim suddenly thinks about poisoning his rival in love… It’s horrible. He thinks about the times he, or really Jamil, nearly died, and he wonders how long it could have knocked out the other man. He wonders if you’d come to him to draw your tears, and he wonders what shades of black would look best on you, what would go with every piece of silk he owns. And he hates it. He wakes up after a few minutes, and he cries. He feels so bad that he won’t even keep it a secret. He’ll walk right up to you and confess his sins. Please, forgive him, he’ll be better. He’s sorry. He wanted to cause you pain for a moment. He’s sorry. 

Hold him close to you and tell him it’s alright. Tell him that he’s not a monster, or that you accept him with every horrible, spoiled quality. Tell him that you love him and that as long as he never acts on those horrible thoughts, he’ll never leave his place in your heart. Speak to him and he’ll cherish you more closely than he would ever cherish a jewel. 

Jamil Viper - Y 

Jamil is used to being pushed aside. He’s used to being unappreciated, unloved, and undeserving. He’s used to being second place. So why is it that right after you give him everything he’s ever craved… So why did you choose to leave him? 

That man was flirting with you. Jamil knows he was. He’s sure of it. So why didn’t you push him away? You should have. You. Should. Have. If you really loved him, you would have. Do you really not love him? He loves you. So why don’t you feel the same? 

Is he not good enough? Is he not enough for you? Is he still a place behind that man and Kalim and everyone else in the world? Do you think he’s less because he overblotted? Or is it because he’s a servant? Is it because he’s only vice-housewarden? Is he less than your other friends? Is he not good enough for you? 

How dare you leave him. How dare you. For that he should crush you, he should attack you, he should ruin every single thing around you. You should pay for making him get his hopes up! You should pay for making him believe he’s wanted! You should pay, you have to pay! 

But when you’re back in your arms he doesn’t know what to do. His plans fly away as his blot diminishes. He’s calm for only a second more, though the slitherings of a snake aren’t ever gone for long. He might as well be a servant to his own passion as well. 

Pomefiore: 

Vil Schoenheit - 

Vil is secure in your relationship. He’s sure you care for him; If not, he sees no point in continuing your relationship. He requires you to be trustworthy enough to know that you won’t leak anything to the press to even think of dating you. 

And if not, he’s sure a little push in the right direction, whether that’s asking you for help choosing a lipstick or poses for the cameras will be enough to distract you from whatever potato you’re with. You want to help out the world-famous superstar, don’t you? Come on, he wanted to be the fairest of them all, so why don’t you help? 

Vil knows how to strut. He knows what you like and he knows what you’re like. He knows what you want. So why does he always see you with other people, even when he’s vying for your attention? You have to understand, don’t you? Don’t tell him you’re so oblivious that you don’t know how much he cares for you… 

The worst case will always be with Neige. When that adorable boy comes up to you and talks, all Vil can see is the fluttering of her eyelashes and the pout on his lips and how you seem to fold as easily as the rest of the masses to every little movement. Vil can be just as cute as him, you know? No. Vil can be gorgeous, brilliant, and stunning. Far more beautiful than that boy could ever be. And he’s all yours for the taking if you would just turn your head to look for a fraction of a second of the perfect mess you make of him. 

He almost spits out the words as he asks what you two were just talking about. It’s venom on his tongue, pouring out of his mouth until you push yourself into his arms, and he sees it. Your eyes soften, and he understands, for a moment, how pretty lashes asking for an opinion can make a grown man kneel. And even more than that- He understands that he’s the only one who gets your mercy and your blessings as he prays, no matter how many others might beg for the same. 

Rook Hunt - 

Rook doesn’t get jealous. What is love if not to be shared, after all? Of course, he’s always there to protect you, to keep you safe and sheltered and happy, but why shouldn’t he share your beauty with the world? The more the merrier, especially when it comes to finding others to talk about you with. 

Of course, he won’t stand for someone outright hitting on you. To not do so is silly, and he is always one to make sure that you are comfortable. He’d gladly whisk you off your feet and take you into the trees with him if someone is getting too handsy. A nice broom ride through the forest, or perhaps simply dancing across dewy grass or sturdy branches, would be quite the romantic method of doing it, don’t you think? 

Epel Felmeir - 

Epel’s very easily jealous, but even more easily, he believes he’s losing. What do ya mean, he’s not the perfect company? Ain’t he worth it? Ain’t he manly enough to protect you and keep ya to himself? 

Vil ain’t gonna like it when he acts out, and he’ll call ya to calm him down. But oh, Epel acts out even worse when you are. When you’ve got your hands on Vil’s shoulder, your voice in his ears, your chest against his back whispering whatever silly phrases he needs to get off Epel’s back. You’re only here because Epel asked for a favor. So how come he now wants to slam that darn makeup tray on the floor even harder? 

Oi, Prefect, don’t ya know that you’re his? Ya gotta know that you’re the only thing keeping him sane. You can’t just go and run to someone else, m’kay? So forget about Vil and kiss up to him instead! 

Ignihyde: 

Idia Shroud - Y 

Idia gets jealous easily. He doesn’t always tell you, but oh boy, does watching any of those normies get close to you make him feel horrible things welling up in his head. 

He knows that you like him back- He can see it from the security cameras all over the school, he needs to know your likes and dislikes to max out the affection meter. How else will he unlock your best ending? He’s just too awkward of a guy to actually do anything about it! 

So he can’t help but look like a wet cat when you come into his room to see him. You just got 100 points added to his rival’s score, aren’t you supposed to be his player 2? He knew your route was popular, but he’s got competition that far outranks him! 

Oh, but then you kissed his cheek… And you hugged him… And looked into his eyes and told him he was the only one you loved… Idia doesn’t know how he unlocked this special cutscene with his favorite UR+ character card, but oh, his hair sure does turn a bright shade of pink when you comfort him. 

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓MASTERLIST🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆

@l0s3rd0wnt0wn

[Platonic Yandere!Batfam x Weird black neglected!reader]

[Weird black neglected!reader head canons!!]

[platonic yandere batfam x Weird black!Reader]

[Yandere Conner Kent x Weird black!reader]

[Weird black neglected!reader]

[Weird black neglected!reader is the type of mf]

[Weird black neglected!reader and the things the hate about the batboys do that disgust reader]

[Yum, good soup!]

[Reader going with Catwoman to steal shit because she can't afford the Gojo and Suguru Nendoroid]

[the black reader likes physical contact...except with the batfam (alfred doesn't count)]

[adult black!a reader]

[WEIRD BLACK!READERS MUSIC]

[reader is a total fan of another hero]

[Black Weirdo MC becomes the DC equivalent of either a twitch streamer or Youtuber]

[IT'S NOT JUST HAIR!]

[reader loves and trusts completely can touch his hair]

[reader doesn't really care when the Batfam gets hurt]

[MY BIG SISTER GLOWS!!!]

[connor/black!reader. how would the batfam react]

[Weird neglected black!reader loves dating sims of all kinds]

["ONE STEP TWO STEP THREE STEP OW!"]

["WHEN FINE SHYT IS LOW-KEY A WERIDO"]

[batfam react if every time they pushed the limits of black bizarre reader they reacted in very stupid ways]

[Wb!Reader on their 14th hour of forcing Connor to listen to BTS]

[reader's mother's relationship with bruce and does the rest of the batfam know about her?]

[black!raeader listening and singing to peggy by ceechynaa]

["BABY YOU SMELL LIKE HAIR SPRAY!!~"]

["WHY SEE THE WORLD WHEN GOT THE BEACH"]

[One step, two step, three step, ow! Part 2]

[that one scene in Turning Red.]

[reader getting a pericing like multiple ear piercings or a nose pericing without the batfam knowing]

["BABY HE'S A BITTER"]

[reader took a baking for a brief moment because a dessert they saw in an anime looks too good]

["YOUR TO SLOW!!"]

[black reader will totally tchip the batfamily at every opportunity]

[Yummy, good soup! 🍲]

[batfam being complete Yandere for our mother but not searing an ounce of attention to use unless told to by our mother]

[Imma steal thar quote thank you very much!]

[Black Weirdo MC with Vtuber]

[Reader wearing batfamily merchandise]

["HE'S BLEEDING ON MY LIPS"]

[Black reader and corners relationship]

[which lyon kid is reader most like]

[look like our mom wix with Martha Wayne]

[weird reader was emo or coquette]

[reaction of the batfamily if the reader took his mother's last name]

[two people with those face art singing like 🎭🎭]

[What sport would weird black!reader play]

[weird reader has any secret tattoos?]

[wbreader would be one of those ppl that walk the mile]

[wb!reader uses the "is it because I'm black?" card to the batfamily]

[Batman!reader antics]

[Wb!reader fell down the snow bunny hole bruh]

[walking around the manor in ICP make up]

[weird black reader relationship with martian manhunter]

[readers mom and bruce had to co parent]

[WB! Reader have a chunnibyuo phase?]

["TASTE SWEET AND LAST SO LONG~"]

[if magic did run in the family]

[neglected reader goes with slade]

[Black Reader does microlocks]

[black reader and Duke having a small truce just to fuck with the bat family]

["WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME!"]

[reader started collecting father figures]

[WEIRD NEGLECTED BLACK!READER HEAD CANONS]

[talia x mother reader]

[wb!reader dating danny phantom]

[Loving Danny is hard]

[Sonic!Reader or Flash!Reader sees after being chased by an alternate version of Mark]

[pairing for a voodoo or vodou!reader, and all of a sudden Bartholomew Henry Allen II]

[reader's mother was dating someone and the reader sees him as a father]

[Danny x wb!reader x Conner]

[youtuber wb! Readers]

[hinking about how maddie, jack and jazz ( danny family ) will accept wb!reader]

[reader and her mom]

[wbReader but is there any chance that they would get permanent fangs]

[being kidnapped by some low-life thug in Gotham]

[Readers mom casually being a yandere for us while she's trying to make the batfam yanderes]

["NO FUN TO FEEL LIKE A FOOL"]

["SHE SO MEAN BUT SO PRETTY!!!"]

[john constantine doctor fate raven and zatanna will be the new reader family that uses voodoo]

["AIM TO SHOOT AIM TO KILL"]

["THE RED MEANS I LOVE YOU"]

[weird!reader ever had a gacha phase]

[get into WB readers' interest]

["DANCE OF THE FATHER"]

[Robin!reader]

[voodoo!reader and girl run]

[voodoo!reader not being herself ever again if she cannot practice her true self]

[love sick]

[Male WB!reader and conner]

["BOI OUTSIDE THINKING HE GROWN"]

["TOP OF MY SCHOOL"]

[Robin Reader with the same style as Moon Girl]

[reader stops caring about the batfam one day they will have their own life]

[MASTERLIST P2]

[bluem1lls]

HIII!! If it's not a bother, can you maybe write headcanons for toxic!Se-Mi with a naïve!reader? No rush or anything

✧₊⁺ i'm addicted to you

✦ synopsis: how can the person that makes you the happiest be also the one that makes you the most miserable? ✦ content: MINORS DNI, toxic!se-mi x naive!reader, cheating, angst, a bit of smut ✦ authors note: hiiiiii!! tysm for ur request!! i hope u like it!!!

part one (you're here). part two.

⠄⠂☆ listen. it was your fault. you smiled too much and too often at her, haven't you heard her reputation?

⠄⠂☆ it all started like a normal friends to lover.. relationship? to you, everything she did was magical and romantic.

not to your best friend tho.

"she's cheating. i don't know how you don't see it?" you stared with your big doe eyes as you shook your head no.

"she says she loves me, you don't cheat on someone that loves you"

"you're dumb if you think she's only fucking with you, clearly she's not even ready to be in a relationship!"

"she said she had a traumatic experience with ex-relationships before! that's why she didn't asked me to be her girlfriend yet"

and she stares at you as she sighs.

⠄⠂☆ se-mi does NOT let you touch her phone. she tells you that she's afraid of her phone breaking because she has too many memories with her grandma there:( ?????? and you believe her ???????? she actually means 'nudes from other girls' btw..

⠄⠂☆ you're so down bad she's literally screaming it to your face. ur blind tho..

lover<3: hey babe

lover<3: this urs?

[lover<3 attached an image]

no.. i dont own any red lingerie???

me: oh. it's not.

me: se-mi?

lover<3: fuck, i was fighting with my sister. it's hers, i hate when she leaves her shit on my room :(

it's not. she doesn't have a sister.

you believe her tho.

me: ohh hshshdj, you scared me:(

lover<3: i only have my girl ;)

she doesn't. she says that to every single one of her girls.

⠄⠂☆ she gets bored eventually and leaves you. and you're sobbing and asking for an explanation but all she gives you it's a quick:

lover<3: its not u its me. promise. ur just 2 much sometimes and i think we should just see other people :)

lover<3: it wasnt that serious tho, we weren't dating

lover<3: but im down if u still want my fingers inside of u hshdj

⠄⠂☆ you block her. although you end up unblocking her at night, texting her you'll let her be more free.

but she's rancorous, so she blocks you for almost 2 weeks. wants to leave her girl yearning a little..

⠄⠂☆ until she checks your Instagram, and your last post is a girl hugging you from behind and a picture of this girl holding a coffee cup.

what the fuck???? who's that bitch???

naaah shes unblocking you and spamming your phone REAL fast until you answer.

se-mi: what the fuck???

se-mi: fucking answer

[missed call from se-mi]

se-mi: im so fr if u dont pick up rn ill go get u, ik that coffee shop

[missed call from se-mi]

⠄⠂☆ the amount of calls she left are ridiculous, when you decided to pick up your phone to text your mom you're like ????

me: oh! hi!

me: its my best friend! we're hanging out a bit, she said i looked a bit down since u blocked me....

se-mi: i dont believe u

se-mi: if shes ur best friend leave her and come over

se-mi: i miss you so much princess

⠄⠂☆ and you fall.

there you are, you left your best friend to go ride her cock.

she fucks you so good it's disgusting how much of a whore it makes you

"fuuuck" she moans as she sees you squirm while riding her black strap. your tits bounce and your nails scratch her back, your head thrown back from pleasure.

"s-soo deep" you whimper, cock drunk.

"yeah? bet no one fucks you like i do baby" she says, slapping your face as your eyes roll back from how deep she is.

it's true tho. no one does.

⠄⠂☆ when you actually get serious and decide to finish things off??? like you for real have an entire speech and everything, you've talked to your best friend, you've decided you two are no longer gonna fuck, you practiced, you have literally done it all??

there she is, on your fucking door with your favorite flowers, a necklace with her initial on it (you talk too much about taylor swift and that one song), she even set up a picnic date???

she's being so romantic

and you just can't bring yourself to do it.

⠄⠂☆ and then everything is back to normal.

me: can we see eachother today??

se-mi: idk

me: oh, thats fine! tomorrow maybe? we could go tooo a picnic date again!

se-mi: uhh ill see, idk

⠄⠂☆ she can't btw. she already has a hookup for tonight and she's gonna be soo tired from it tomorrow.

⠄⠂☆ and finally on thursday, she goes to your house!

and everything is so good again, sex is amazing and she falls asleep right after, worn out.

and a lot of messages start popping.

the dumbass doesn't even hide the notifications, so you open one.

em: need u so so bad daddy

[em attached an image]

em: missing ur fingers. make me beg??

⠄⠂☆ and when she's awaken by your sobs, she doesn't even have to ask what happened. she knows.

"baby, let me fix it. please" she begs as you keep sobbing. "princess please, you're just being a cry baby. we'll be fine."

she rolls her eyes as she kneels, besides you.

"hey, it didn't meant anything to me, i swear"

⠄⠂☆ and then you actually kick her out??? she's speechless.

⠄⠂☆ you don't talk to her for one day, a week?? what the fuck is wrong with you??

⠄⠂☆ and just when you think you're doing better...

[se-mi attached a video]

se-mi: you're missing out ;)

"you're such a good girl" se-mi says, the video shows her spanking a girl as the blonde moans, in all fours.

"my pretty girl" she uses your nickname on her as she thrusts. you bite your lip to try and hold the tears.

she's disgusting.

⠄⠂☆ and another week goes by. she actually begins to.. miss you? like.. not enough to stop fucking around, but she's only fucking girls that look like you!

hey! at least she can only cum if she thinks it's you eating her out instead of them!

⠄⠂☆ and it's been a month, and she still texts you. but you don't reply.

good girl!

until you meet someone new, and she's beautiful, and she's so nice, and she actually treats you like a person? she has time for you and it's not only night hang outs???

so you give her a chance, and you were so right!

until the sex comes.

and everything is soft, gentle and caring.

and you fucking hate it.

⠄⠂☆ so much, that you answer that text.

se-mi: is it true??? ur fucking w her??

se-mi: istg if i find out you have a new girl im gonna fuck ur brains out in front of her baby

se-mi: you know you can't live without me

se-mi: you're my girl

me: come over tn

se-mi: wait-

se-mi: ur fr??

⠄⠂☆ and you're so for real.

she's making your brain all fuzzy as she tightens the grip on your throat while you're riding her.

she pushes you into bed and thrusts into you until you become putty in her hands. she's pouding so hard your eyes roll back.

and she fucks you dumb, because no one can do it like she does.

and the tears fall, but you don't know if it's because she's doing it so good or because you know she won't be here in the morning.

and it's so intoxicating that you're coming undone on her cock.

⠄⠂☆ and now we start all over again.

[wolfofansbach]

BEING A LIST OF THE THIRTEEN GREATEST RIVERDALE LINES, ON THE OCCASION OF THAT SHOW'S TERMINATION

As our much loved/hated show comes to an end, I feel compelled to record, for posterity, the greatest thirteen pieces of dialogue to spring from the pens of RAS and his henchmen. It was, of course, originally a top ten list, but I simply could not exclude a few of these treasures. Without further ado: 

13. 

“I dropped out in the 4th grade, to sell drugs, to support my nana.” 

“That means you haven't known the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of high school football.” 

Spoken by: an inmate of Leopold and Loeb Juvenile Detention Center, and Archie Andrews. 

In: 3 x 2 

Yeah, okay, this one had to be on the list. It’s funny, I’ll admit. It’s a great example of the overwrought semi-sincere melodrama that helped make this show so special. It’s low on the list largely because The Normies got their hands on it, so every time I hear someone make a reference I get all “do not cite the deep magic to me, witch.” 

12. 

“No! No! What are we supposed to do now? I’m horny as heck!”

Spoken by: Archie Andrews 

In: 7 x 16

Season 7 is undeniably dreadful, and yet there are diamonds in the rough. The occasion is the failure of a projector, just as Archie and Reggie prepare to watch a pornographic film. The utter desperation with which KJ Apa delivers this line is exquisite. One is made to feel they are witnessing a genuine tragedy. 

11. 

“Tonight, they’re making an exception and debuting a cover of the song my parents claim they were listening to the night Jason and I were conceived.” 

Spoken by: Cheryl Blossom. 

In: 1 x 1 

Really a fantastic line. A wonderful encapsulation of the casual absurdity of Cheryl’s character, and a foretaste of the lunacy we would plumb in later episodes and seasons. 

10. 

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in and I don’t want to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That’s weird.” 

Spoken by: Jughead Jones

In: 1 x 10

A genuine classic. “High school football” before “high school football.” One is never entirely sure just how sincere the line is meant to be, both on a meta-level and in-universe. A perfect illumination of Jughead’s pretentiousness. It is made all the better by the occasional cuts to Lili Reinhard’s agonized face. 

9. 

“At the last dance, multiple students were murdered.” 

Spoken by: Principal Holden Honey. 

In: 4 x 2

Delivered as an explanation to Toni and Cheryl, as to why there would be no school dance this year. Principal Honey is in fact supremely rational in the cancellation of this dance. This being Riverdale, he is of course treated as an unreasonable tyrant. 

8. 

“Bro, I know all the secrets of this universe.” 

Spoken by: Archie Andrews (evil version)

In: 6 x 5 

Spoken as evil Archie reveals his evil plan to keep the parallel universes apart. KJ Apa’s delivery once again makes this line. He is comically sinister. Strangely, he sells it. 

7. 

“A Vughead kiss, right now, in the present might be precisely what it takes to save a future Bughead from imploding.” 

Spoken by: Jughead Jones. 

In: 2 x 14

One of those lines that both makes me laugh and makes me genuinely angry. This was a fairly early season, and this may have actually been the first line to get me asking, ‘did they genuinely write and deliver that?’ Extra points for use of the atrocious ‘Vughead’ portmanteau ship name rather than ‘Jeronica.’ 

6. 

“I’m the ultimate wild card. I am the daughter of The Black Hood. The nightmare from next door. I’m training with the FBI and I’m coming for you, you psycho bitch.” 

Spoken by: Betty Cooper

In: 4 x 14 

Just delicious. Another one of those lines that leaves you somewhat unsure whether or not the writers understood how genuinely hysterical it was. “The Nightmare from Next Door” sounds like an announcer hyping up a wrestler. Spoken with a raw sincerity by Lili Reinhart. Also points for the heavy homoeroticism between Betty and Donna. 

5. 

“For I am Cheryl Blossom, Queen of the Bees.” 

Spoken by: Cheryl Blossom.

In: 5 x 16. 

This one really doesn’t require any elaboration. 

4. 

“Elijah ascended…and I will, too.” 

Spoken by: Edgar Evernever.

In: 4 x 5. 

Admittedly, this one is only spectacular with context. But in context—the context being that Chad Michael Murray delivers this line while dressed like Evel Knievel and standing in a cartoon rocket right out of a Warner Bros cartoon—it becomes utterly magnificent. 

3. 

“It’s not queer baiting, it’s saving the world.” 

Spoken by: Veronica Lodge. 

In: 6 x 22. 

It’s actually hard for me to decide whether this one is funnier with or without context. Without context it’s wonderful, but it possibly becomes even funnier when you know that the context is that Veronica needs to kiss Cheryl to transfer superpowers into her body so she can turn into a Scarlet Witch knock-off and stop a magic comet summoned by Sephiroth an English wizard who is also the Devil. 

2. 

“If there’s no wedding reception, it means the Gargoyle King has won.” 

Spoken by: Kevin Keller. 

In: 3 x 12.

One of my personal favorites. This is a perfect line because like #3, it requires no real elaboration. There is absolutely no context in which it isn’t hysterical. 

1 .

“Word of my exploits serving Nick his comeuppance has seeped into the demimonde of mobsters and molls my father used to associate with, so the five families are sending their youngest and brightest, their ‘princes,’ as it were to, well, come court the rare Mafia Princess who can belly up to the bar with the big boys.

Spoken by: Veronica Lodge. 

In: 2 x 20. 

This is, in my opinion, the all-timer. Every word is perfect. The rapid-fire alliteration. The use of the word ‘demimonde.’ The entirely unnecessary addition of ‘as it were.’ This is borderline Dr. Seuss. The fact that Camila Mendes delivered it without cracking a smile should have won her an Emmy. No. An Oscar. This line is Riverdale. 

[kxsagi]

Bllk boys with an s/o who somehow manages to make them fall asleep just by blasting sleepy phonk like they'd be wide awake and then sleepy phonk and they're knocked out cold and they question why every time ( kaiser, rin, shidou and anyone else you wanna add )

“𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐥”

a/n: I THOUGHT THIS REQ WAS FUNNY

but i’m not really sure what sleepy phonk counts as, is it like the instrumental of roi by videoclub or the lost soul down by NBSPLV??? 

ft. kaiser michael, itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, karasu tabito, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru

kaiser michael

you play one of those slow, mellow phonk songs with the deep bass and hazy loops, and he doesn’t think anything of it. he’s literally in the middle of dramatically trash-talking isagi when his body just… starts betraying him. 

his voice fades. eyelids droop. his upper body sways. 

“what the f– … why am i…” BONK. slumped sideways on the couch, dead asleep. 

you didn’t even notice, you were too busy wiping crumbs off your shirt. when you turn around he looks like someone hit him with a dart tranquilizer. 

wakes up four hours later like “who drugged me?” and you’re like “uh. the speaker?” 

absolutely refuses to believe it's the music. keeps blaming it on bad sleep or low blood sugar. 

tries to fight it like it’s a challenge. he’ll stare at you dead in the eye and go, “i won’t fall asleep this time.” cue you playing it again. three minutes later he’s dozing off mid-smirk. 

one time he got so mad he threatened to destroy your speaker. (he tripped over his own feet on the way and knocked himself out before he could.) 

itoshi rin

rin is fully convinced this is psychological warfare. 

he’ll be standing, talking to you normally, then you press play and suddenly he’s blinking slow as hell like he got rebooted. 

“wait. no. you’re doing it again.” 

tries to leave the room. doesn’t make it past the hallway. collapses dramatically like a fainting goat. 

once fell asleep in the middle of washing dishes. the faucet was still on. 

absolutely hates it. thinks it’s “unnatural.” starts researching “subliminal music control” and asks if you’re brainwashing him with some kind of audio hypnosis. 

he once accused you of trying to assassinate him with music. 

“turn that off. turn it off. my nervous system is shutting down.” 

refuses to let you have aux ever again in the car because last time he woke up in a parking lot two hours from home with a blanket on him and no memory of how he got there. 

shidou ryusei

cackles the first time it happened, he thought you laced his food. 

“you’re telling me you just played this… and my brain factory reset?” 

every single time he hears that beat drop, he immediately yells “NOPE NOPE NOPE. NOT THIS DRUGGED UP COWBOY MUSIC AGAIN–” then collapses mid-sentence like a tranquilized bear. 

literally wakes up mad. throws your speaker across the room while still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes like a grumpy toddler. 

tries to act like he’s too wild to be affected, then you catch him sleeping with the same sleepy phonk playlist under his pillow like it’s a bedtime lullaby. 

“listen i don’t need it, it’s just a vibe. you wouldn’t get it.” 

will absolutely start calling it your "sleepy black magic tape" and pretends he's scared of you. fake shivers and all. 

“my body associates your music taste with comas now. thanks, babe.” 

itoshi sae

you start playing it during a late-night drive, and within five minutes he’s gone. head slumped against the window. breathing soft. soul left his body. 

wakes up all confused like he just took a power nap in another dimension. 

“how long was i out? …why do i feel like i’ve been asleep for twelve years?” 

every time you play it again he tries to stay awake out of pure ego, but he gets so annoyed at how heavy his limbs feel. 

mutters a whole paragraph of insults under his breath before slipping into REM. 

eventually starts using it intentionally but won’t admit it. like he’ll go “i guess it wouldn’t kill me if you played that stupid zombie song again” right before bed. 

“i’m not addicted. i’m just being efficient.” 

pretends it’s annoying but secretly has the playlist saved on his phone under the name "🤨" 

karasu tabito

BRO STARTS DANCING TO IT AT FIRST. 

you’re like “karasu no” and he’s like “karasu YES.” 

and then two mins later he’s laying face-down on the floor like a body outline at a crime scene. 

wakes up, rolls over, and goes “yo did i die for a second orrrr…?” 

loves it though. finds it hilarious. he’ll literally set it as his own alarm so he wakes up and falls back asleep in a loop. 

“you don’t get it, babe. this music is laced. this is phonk fentanyl.” 

sometimes just asks you to play it to prove to people that it works. like he’ll invite bachira over and go, “watch this,” then collapse 60 seconds in like it’s a magic trick. 

he becomes the #1 believer that you’re a sleep witch. 

“this woman is dangerous. protect her. or let her drop a mixtape. either way we all win.” 

isagi yoichi 

isagi thought it was a coincidence the first time. “oh maybe i was just tired.” 

second time? “okay maybe i’m still tired.” 

third time? “wait a damn minute.” 

he gets so serious about it. starts journaling his sleep patterns. literally charts the timestamps of when the music plays and when he loses consciousness. 

“this is a phenomenon. i need answers.” 

he keeps trying to test it under different conditions like it’s a science project. “okay play it while i’m exercising.” falls asleep doing jumping jacks. 

one time he tried to fight it by drinking three energy drinks beforehand. the music still knocked him out. woke up with a headache and heartburn. 

“what is this sorcery?? this is stronger than melatonin AND ASMR combined.” 

eventually surrenders and asks you to play it when he has trouble sleeping. but only if you’re there. otherwise he gets paranoid and thinks he’ll wake up in an alternate timeline. 

nagi seishiro

honestly? he was already halfway to unconsciousness when it first happened. 

but the moment you played that dreamy, floaty phonk beat? instant deep slumber. like you enhanced his default settings. 

he didn’t even say anything. no reaction. he blinked slowly like a sleepy cat and just laid down right where he was standing. 

you were like “bro you good?” and he mumbled “yeh…” then snored 0.5 seconds later. 

he now refers to your playlist as the “ultimate sleep cheat code.” 

uses it on nights when even he feels too lazy to fall asleep naturally. 

“just play the thing. the lo-fi cowboy drug one.” 

weirdly enough, he becomes your personal sleep ambassador. 

you bring it up once around the blue lock team and he goes “it’s like being gently sedated by cloud ninjas. 10/10 experience. would die again.” 

if you’re gone and he can’t sleep, he’ll text: nagi: can you send the playlist nagi: the one that knocks me out nagi: i’m twitching like a windows xp shutdown screen over here 

has lowkey gotten emotionally attached to it. if someone else tries to play sleepy phonk, he gets offended. “no. only she can do that. it’s different.” 

bachira meguru

bachira thinks it’s funny as hell. 

“i’m like a dog with a whistle. only this one is a sleepy cowboy beat.” 

the first time he heard it, he got weirdly invested. like “oohh this is a vibe! what’s it called?” proceeds to pass out mid-groove like a light. 

you turn around and he’s in the fetal position under the table. 

he wakes up grinning like “that was so fun!! what happened?? do it again!!” 

he starts treating it like a carnival ride. asks you to “put him to sleep” like it’s a magic trick. 

“close the curtains, bring me a snack, and hit me with that sleep sauce 🛌🧃✨” 

you accidentally make him fall asleep in public once (you were just playing it on your phone during a train ride) and he collapses onto a stranger’s shoulder. 

you’re mortified. he wakes up three stops later, bows and goes “thank you for being my pillow today :)” 

he names the playlist. something like: “cowboy dream juice vol. 1 💀🐴✨” 

sometimes tries to rap over it and see how long he can stay awake. his record is one minute and 14 seconds. 

“this music is like a lullaby made by sleepy ghosts on synths. i love it.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢