#i just want to know who she was and who her family was outside of 'idk you're native but don't look into it lol'

[alicethenobody]

Thinking about how fucking ridiculously kind Dante is.

Trish lured him to Mallet Island through manipulation which lead to him “killing” (we know Vergil survived but he didn’t) his brother but he still forgave her and offered her his kindness, empathy, and even trust and friendship. His kindness impacted Trish so much she was able to become her own person outside of Mundus’ influence. Speaking of helping people change for the better, in DMC X he fights Credo and even though this guy is out for his blood he only wants to help him change his ways and manages to convince him to do the right thing. Which I think is what lead to him protecting Nero in his last moments. The canonicity of DMC X isn’t stated but considering the fact that we know Dante was originally supposed to have a longer campaign I can’t help but think a lot of the stuff in that game is remnants of those scrapped ideas.

He very openly felt bad for Griffon when Mundus killed him despite the fact that he’s loyal to the guy who killed his family and even gave him a respectful sendoff in DMC5. Generally he’s known for roasting his opponents but he still has a level of respect for them which I think is cool. In the first novel he even laments about the people who had to die on his missions, as he despises unnecessary bloodshed even if it involves bad people and popularized showing mercy among the other mercs in the business.

In the anime he often takes on jobs for free out of the kindness of his heart and is happy just being able to help people who need it even if he’s broke. Most of the money he DOES get goes to victims of demon attacks like Grue’s daughters and Enzo who lost his arm because he feels immense guilt for not being able to do what he feels like is enough for them.

He’s shown to be very protective of the younger generation through Patty and does everything he can to shield her from seeing him fight demons because he doesn’t want her to be traumatized like he was at a young age. He does the same thing with Nero, really, trying to keep him from fighting Vergil because he believes the result will either be his nephew getting hurt or him killing his own dad and having to live with that trauma like he did after he thought he killed Vergil. The way he looks at Nero and Kyrie fondly at the end of DMC4 before leaving Fortuna, he was willing to do whatever it took in order for Nero to keep that happy life with her. (Side note, Dante grew attached to Patty like, immediately. 15 minutes in he’s like “WHERES MY DAUGHTER?!” He’s so silly like that.)

It’s nice to see Nero is following in Dante’s footsteps too. In an interview it was stated Nero only really stepped into action in DMC4 because he wanted to protect Kyrie but in DMC5 we see a much more mature Nero who cares about civilians too, my favorite example being how he offered a total stranger food because he assumed he was just hungry. Dante in DMC3 was in a somewhat similar situation, though he was obviously a lot more selfish starting off than Nero ever was until he matured by the end of the game and took on the role of humanity’s protector like Sparda. It was his journey of “waking up to justice” like his dad.

Uhh… yap over. I typed this at 3 AM.

[cannoli-reader]

Just some thoughts:

I didn’t understand how pervasive such expectations could be in a mono-cultural society.

This, I think, is a major problem with the show writers (and for Rings of Power as well). WoT & Middle-Earth are absolutely monocultural, and instead, the writers decided to make them the same as their own world. Ironically, growing up in a multicultural society, or working in a multicultural city like New York, Los Angeles or London, has eroded their ability to consider, embrace or understand a different sort of cultural background. To paraphrase The Incredibles, "If every culture is special, no one is."

Perrin has difficulty understanding Faile’s culture.

The same thing could probably be said of Rand and Aviendha, or of Mat and Tuon. Or perhaps not ...the characters are more aware that cultural differences fuel misunderstandings.

I think some of the biggest issues in this regard, outside of the overt problem Perrin has (Faile is aware and working the problem - she's simply getting no help at the other end), are actually between Rand & Elayne. Because class is culture as well. Elayne does not see herself as a superior class to any of the non-noble characters (and it's not channeling or lust - the first character she befriends is Min), and so is unaware of any such difference, but Rand is absolutely aware of her status and creates distinctions in his own head.

With Aviendha and Tuon, their Two Rivers partners stumble over specific cultural practices (like proposal/marriage rituals), and belatedly give indications of interest that were not intended as such (the ivory bracelet and the razor horse), but otherwise, culture isn't really a thing. Mat and Tuon more or less know what they are getting into from the start, and as the OP says, are aware of the cultural divide and both are actively trying to bridge it. The problems with Rand & Aviendha, for all they are superficially blamed on ji'e'toh, are more a factor of their own personalities and self-images than cultural problems. Again, Aviendha's nominal relationship to Rand is to facilitate his cultural understanding.

When Elayne is bewailing her inability to approach Rand or initiate an exploration of their potential for a relationship, Egwene cites some of the courting practices of the Two Rivers, which Elayne seems to find rather unhelpful, and to be fair to her, are rather impractical in their circumstances. Egwene simply intends this as an example of the principle that there are ways to communicate romantic interest without taking the risk of openly stating/asking to the other party, but what they are overlooking is how culture is a language. Rand would understand what Elayne meant if she did the things Egwene mentions, in the right context. Instead, Elayne & Egwene go with their on-page approach. And while part of Rand's refusal to accept the depth of Elayne's interest and affection for him has to do with personal factors, a good chunk is that he sees a gulf between them thanks to her rank, that she is unaware of.

In Elayne's aristocratic culture, marriage between people who have never met is not unexpected, and her own marriage might be pursued through any method, up to and including high-level diplomatic negotiations. In Rand's, everyone knows everyone, they grow up in each other's pockets, and marital partnerships evolve organically, with both of them knowing each other to a considerable degree as the relationship forms and by the time it is formalized. Basically, he does not know Elayne nearly well enough for him to be comfortable considering the level of commitment she wants (and refuses to tell him). Furthermore, marriage is an economic partnership, and it being a preindustrial society, male physical labor is going to be a significant source of the income for a family, and thus men are conditioned to consider their obligation to support and "do right" by their partners. This is the premise behind the obligation to marry Aviendha which he perceives after their sexual encounter. Because of his imposed vocation to save the world, Rand is not free to "do right" by a wife, and so, in turn, he does not feel as if he is in a position to make any requests of Elayne, relationship-wise, especially anything that might imply a commitment he cannot fulfil.

This stuff is cultural, because it is all utterly meaningless to Elayne's situation. She is vastly wealthier than he, and does not need his partnership. At her economic level, and in her society, the lack of a male partner is not as detrimental to child-rearing that it might be in a rural agricultural community. She is not at all thinking of that kind of propriety, because she has been raised in a royal court, in part by a cosmopolitan teacher in Elaida, and her mother has also received a partial education from a transnational institution. For Elayne, propriety is whatever her mother says it is, and the possible repercussions to her public image. As we see when she does become pregnant, that's not a whole lot. The closest to negative opinion seen is Elenia's prejudicial judgment (largely driven by her wish to see herself as a superior candidate for the throne, and thus inclination to exaggerate or invent disqualifying factors in Elayne) that her choice of lovers is poor, due to the presumed social status of the father of her children. So Elayne is not working under the same relationship constraints as Rand, and is completely unaware of their operation on him.

On the other hand, Elayne is feeling emotionally vulnerable in her situation, having carried a one-sided torch for him for more than a year, and feels that the risk of crossing her mother is all she is prepared to take. She's willing to take whatever risks come with a relationship with Rand, up to and including death (re: Ilyena), she does not feel she is asking too much to want Rand to make the first moves, and be the one to initiate the next development in their relationship. So when she asks him for a kiss, she dismisses any correlation between physical expression of affection and commitment. And Rand's experience with noblewomen and sexual relationships is actually surprisingly extensive at this point in his life, having been the recipient of attentions of Saldaean noblewoman in situations he considers implicitly sexual (though they do not), approached by two different married women in Cairhien at a party, and being made to understand that they want to have sex with him and do not consider their own marriages an impediment. And just the night before his "first date" with Elayne, Berelain propositioned him, claiming that his purported betrothal was no obstacle to their engaging in intimacy. So when Elayne says their kiss doesn't mean anything, Rand has what he considers to be a body of evidence that she, a noblewoman, means exactly that. Where Elayne, in her rather sheltered upbringing (as the sole heir to a throne, there is a greater urgency to protect her, and as a future Aes Sedai, sex and men were kicked well down the road on her educational journey), feels like she is basically putting out and giving away samples of the proverbial milk before selling the cow, Rand thinks she is just using him for fun times.

And that's just before he conquers Caemlyn, and his combination of Two Rivers indifference to noble bullshit and foreign protocols and Daes Daemar tutelage with a particularly Cairhienin flavor, manages to do all sorts of things wrong so that Elayne's coronation and their relationship are almost mutually exclusive goals by the time she shows up.

Tuon finds out that sul'dam can learn to channel, yet she continues to insist that damane should be leashed.

Those two concepts are not mutually exclusive or contradictory. There is a difference between learning to channel and channeling. Channelers are seen as a danger to society, and that is a danger that women who can only learn to channel will never manifest. Tuon's explanation of the difference is rational and true. There is a difference between the potential to do something and the choice to do it. Tuon cannot channel, and unless she goes out and learns how, she will never present the same sort of threat. This was a thing back in tGH where Rand was told that, because he was born with the spark, like all damane, would not be able to stop himself from channeling. Whereas Damer Flinn reached a very old age without ever manifesting the ability, so he is the male equivalent of a sul'dam. There is a difference. You can't slot this into your conception of bigotry.

The Wheel of Time, culture and gender

Something I find really interesting about WOT is how it explores the way gender is culturally constructed. So many of the characters have very strong culturally ingrained expectations about gender roles and relationships, and when characters come from different backgrounds, then there can be confusion and misunderstanding. Characters often attribute the misunderstanding to gender, when it’s really about culture - culture as it pertains to gender.

I remember when I first read the scene where Elyas tells Perrin, “I’ve only ever met about five Saldaean women I’d call meek, or even mild-mannered” (TPoD). At the time, I found that unconvincing. How unrealistic! I thought. Coming from the same culture doesn’t give women the same personality! I mean, being raised in the same family doesn’t give you the same personality! I realise now that Elyas is not saying that Saldaean women have the same personality. He’s saying they are all brought up have certain expectations of women should behave and how they should be treated, and so on.

I didn’t understand how pervasive such expectations could be in a mono-cultural society.

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[keep-both-eyes-on-trump]

I want to talk about another post I saw the other day.

It was from a Catholic user and they were describing a time in which they overheard a group of men, democrats presumably, talking about how Christians, and especially Catholics, are evil. They described sinking in their chair and hoping their friend would not call attention to or out them as Republican and Catholic. Described how they've managed, so far, to keep other people outside of close friends from finding out that they're Catholic. Described the hurt and anxiety and fear they felt. It was very poignant, and I'm sure it was a very unsettling experience.

Which is why I didn't reply or reblog and am, instead, writing this.

Because, although I am neither Republican or Catholic, I can recognize myself in that post.

I recognize myself from family Thanksgivings when the topic of politics come up and suddenly nearly thirty people around me are loudly discussing their support for Trump, distaste for Biden, and hatred of Democrats who are all lying, demonic, scum of the earth while I try to hide in a corner and down my wine and hope no one addresses me, the lone college graduate who came back too "liberalized."

I recognize myself from when I was listening to my cousin at my sister's birthday party detail how disgusting and repulsive she found her gay high school principle while my mother, aunts, and other cousins all just nodded thoughtfully and tossed out some form of agreement. The crime this gay principle committed? Having a family photo of him and his husband and their child on his desk. My family doesn't know I'm queer. I, too, remember roaring in my ears and my chest tightening as I sank in my seat and swallowed mouthfuls of water in an attempt to wash away my anxiety.

I've known I'm queer for years and I've kept that from my family.

Because every comment, every remark, every agreement that queer people are disgusting, repulsive, wrong, and sinful echos in my head anytime I think about telling someone.

These experiences? They're not unique. There is a long history of people who have had such experiences all their lives and there is likely to be many more to come.

So, if you've had a moment like this, a moment where you've felt hurt or shamed or frightened because of the words another person used to describe a group that you belong to, I want you to take a moment and be mindful of the words you use to describe others.

The Watcher

[littlebigmouse]

Sure, episode 7 doesn't really have much time to spend on Ekko's disorientation in this new reality and everyone else's reactions to it. But I have to respect that the writer's solution to this was to make AU Ekko pretty mentally unstable.

From Powder's perspective, she startles him, he throws something at her, becomes hostile, tries to defend himself with a screwdriver, and then just starts staring into space and goes nonverbal while giving clear signs of a panic attack, and Powder and Benzo's reaction to that is a benevolent and casual "One of those days, huh?"

Given where they leave off, and pick up in the Last Drop again, it's implied Ekko has his crisis the entire way over, and probably didn't react much to either of them the whole time. When Claggor and Ekko remain at the table while Vander and Powder have their conversation, Ekko is ignoring Claggor and drawing repetitive circles over his notes and constantly clutching his head in pain. Right up until he gets up, which is when Claggor finally reacts to what he's doing but is waved off easily, and stumbles outside throwing up in a dumpster. And no one seems to notice or care about him acting weird or being in pain.

Everytime he says something off-colour or outright concerning it's met casually or chalked up to his sleep deprivation and imposter syndrome. Man's dissociating like nobody's business and everyone just claps him on the back in understanding. If that's normal for AU Ekko, or everyone thinks that's normal for AU Ekko, that's uh, pretty concerning actually.

I mean, given context clues and Powder's conversation with Vander, all the kids (or at least Ekko and Powder) withdrew pretty heavily and keep themselves on the down low. I assume they both blamed themselves for Vi's death to some degree and became overly cautious and more quiet. Powder prefers to support her siblings similarly to how Vi did, but there's fewer problems to solve with violence as they grow up (and they all know how that ended) so Powder plays emotional support and prefers to stay in her familiar bubble (The Last Drop, close to her family).

AU Ekko seems to be overcompensating with his inventions, focusing on (academic?) success and productivity. Between his fancier clothes (even fancier than the others, who all have newer outfits, but stick more to zaunite dressing sensibilities than him) and his AU friendship with Heimerdinger it's reasonable to assume that he's involved with the academy in some way, maybe gunning to become a student if he isn't one already. That's a lot of pressure for a kid from the undercity, nevermind that academia itself is pretty competitive even if the deck isn't staked against him.

That all is to say, I don't think the AU is all sunshine and roses, for either of them. AU Ekko and Powder are both way less extreme versions of their canon verses, but especially AU Ekko is apparently way more quiet, withdrawn and insecure (and not at all active within his community?? I'm gonna be honest, I'm a bit mad the Firelights weren't even mentioned that episode, they've been Ekko's main family for the better part of a decade now, they deserve some focus, damn it).

So yeah, I don't think AU Ekko is doing too hot.

(And now I want a fic of him waking up in canon Ekko's body, lmao).

[httpvomitello]

That's My Girl *⁠.⁠✧

george weasley x f!reader

The Burrow was even cozier than George had described. It was alive with magic, warmth, and a kind of chaotic charm that you couldn’t help but find endearing—at least in theory. In practice, it was overwhelming. You weren’t used to so many people all talking, laughing, and bustling around at once. The whole Weasley family seemed to radiate energy, and being the shy, quiet person you were, it made you feel a bit out of place.

George must have noticed the way you lingered in the doorway, biting your lip and fiddling nervously with the hem of your sweater. He came back to you, his bright grin softening into something more tender as he took your hand.

“Alright, love?” he asked quietly, his thumb rubbing circles over your knuckles.

You nodded, though your heart was pounding. “I’m just… nervous. They’re all so…” You trailed off, searching for the right word.

“Loud?” George teased gently, leaning in so only you could hear. “Mad? A little too much?”

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at that, and he kissed your forehead, his lips lingering just long enough to make your chest flutter. “They’ll love you, you know. But more importantly, I love you.”

Before you could answer, Fred’s unmistakable voice rang out from the kitchen. “Oi! Don’t hog her, George. Let the rest of us meet her properly!”

George groaned theatrically, but his arm stayed firmly around your waist as he guided you into the bustling kitchen. Molly Weasley was at the stove, her wand directing several pots and pans, while Arthur and Ron debated something enthusiastically at the table. Ginny was perched on a chair, laughing at something Hermione had said.

“Everyone,” George announced, his voice loud enough to carry but not so loud it made you flinch, “this is Y/N. Be nice. She’s already met Fred, so she knows just how insufferable we can be.”

Fred shot him a grin. “You’re the insufferable one, brother dear. Y/N and I got on splendidly.”

You smiled politely, but the sheer number of eyes on you made your palms sweat. Molly was the first to approach, pulling you into a motherly hug that smelled of cinnamon and something floral. “It’s so lovely to meet you, dear,” she said warmly, stepping back to look at you. “George hasn’t stopped talking about you.”

“Mum,” George groaned, though his cheeks were tinged pink.

From there, you were swept into introductions, handshakes, and quick, cheerful chatter. Everyone was kind, but it was still a lot—too many voices, too many questions, and too much noise for someone who thrived in quieter spaces. George must have noticed, because he stayed by your side the entire time, a steady, grounding presence.

At one point, during a particularly loud bout of laughter from Fred and Ron, you felt George’s arm tighten around your waist. He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re doing amazing, love. Want to step outside for a bit? Get some air?”

You nodded, relief washing over you. George led you out into the garden, the cool evening air a welcome contrast to the heat and noise of the kitchen. Fireflies flickered in the twilight, and the sounds of the Burrow faded into the background.

George turned to you, his hands gentle on your arms. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, taking a deep breath. “It’s just… a lot. I didn’t want to seem rude.”

“You’re not rude,” he said firmly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re perfect. They love you already—I can tell. But if it’s too much, you don’t have to push yourself. I’ll stay out here with you as long as you want.”

His words made your chest ache in the best way. You looked up at him, his warm brown eyes filled with nothing but love and understanding, and you knew he meant every word.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Anytime, love. Now, what do you say we stay out here for a bit longer? I’ll even let you laugh at Fred’s bad jokes from a safe distance.”

You laughed, and George’s grin widened.

The garden was a peaceful haven compared to the lively chaos inside. You could still hear snippets of conversation and laughter floating through the open kitchen window, but out here, the only things surrounding you were the gentle hum of crickets and the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze. George guided you to a wooden bench tucked under a trellis of climbing roses, and you sank into it gratefully.

He sat beside you, his arm draping over your shoulders as naturally as if it had always been there. The warmth of him, the familiar scent of his cologne, and the quiet hum of his voice as he started talking were all grounding.

“You know,” he began, his tone playful but soft, “when Fred and I first started our shop, we had to pitch the idea to Mum and Dad. Well, Fred did most of the talking because I froze up halfway through. I’m pretty sure I just stood there like a right idiot while he convinced them we weren’t about to blow up Diagon Alley.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “You got nervous? You?”

George chuckled, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. “Course I did. Just because I’m loud doesn’t mean I don’t get overwhelmed sometimes, too. Especially when something’s important.”

That admission made your heart squeeze. You tilted your head to rest against his shoulder, drawing comfort from the steady rhythm of his breathing. “It’s hard not to feel like I stick out,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “Your family is so… close and outgoing. And I’m—”

“Perfect,” George interrupted, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “You’re exactly who I want to bring around them. Doesn’t matter if you’re quiet, loud, or anything in between. I’d drag you to a family dinner every night if I could.”

You let out a small laugh, and he grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “You’re good with words,” you teased lightly.

“Good thing, too,” he quipped, “otherwise, how else would I convince you to stick with me?”

The two of you stayed in the garden for a while longer. George plucked a rose from the trellis and tucked it behind your ear with a flourish, murmuring, “Beautiful,” before pulling you close again. The sound of distant laughter mingled with the chirping crickets, and for the first time that evening, you felt like you could breathe.

After a while, George leaned down so you could see the mischievous glint in his eye. “Think you’re ready to head back in? Or shall I tell them we’ve eloped and left for the continent?”

You laughed, the sound bright and light in the evening air. “I think we can handle a little more time inside.”

He smiled, kissed your knuckles, and stood, offering you his hand. “That’s my girl.”

Inside, the atmosphere was still loud and bustling, but somehow, it didn’t seem so overwhelming anymore. George kept you close, his hand entwined with yours as he steered you toward Ginny and Hermione, who were chatting in the corner. The two girls welcomed you warmly, and before you knew it, Ginny was sharing a funny story about the twins’ antics as children, Hermione chiming in occasionally to add her own observations. George stayed by your side, his arm brushing yours, but gave you enough space to engage in the conversation at your own pace.

At one point, Fred caught George’s eye from across the room and raised an eyebrow, clearly teasing. George grinned, a look of pure affection on his face as he glanced down at you. When Fred mouthed something that suspiciously looked like smitten, George didn’t even bother denying it. He just nodded, his thumb stroking your hand.

As the evening went on, the Weasleys began to settle into their usual routines. Molly started cleaning up the kitchen with Arthur’s help, Ginny and Hermione got into a lively debate about Quidditch teams, and Fred and Ron began a spirited chess match. You stayed close to George, and he stayed close to you, always making sure you were comfortable and never once leaving you to fend for yourself.

By the time the night wound down and George escorted you to the small guest room they’d prepared for you, you felt a surprising sense of belonging. He closed the door behind you and turned to you with a smile, his hands finding your waist.

“See? Survived the first Weasley gauntlet,” he teased, his voice low and playful.

You smiled, your nerves from earlier a distant memory. “Only because I had you.”

He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours. “You’ll always have me, love. Always.”

With a gentle kiss goodnight, George left you to rest while he went to take a shower and then come back to, according to him, go to sleep cuddling. As you lay in bed, the sound of the Burrow settling for the night in the background, you couldn’t help but feel like this place—and these people—might just feel like home someday.

[soulc-hilde]

Arcane, Season 2... I had to stop everything I was doing, because I am irritated.

Arcane: League of Legends as the entire show has been beautifully written - outside of S2's ACT III, I better see some fix-it fanfics like y'all's name is Felix. And despite all of the things to list about ACT III that has been rushed, a totally different thing has caught my eye and my irritation.

Caitlyn Kiramman's character arc from Season 1 - Season 2 shows us how she evades the legacy of her family only to be forced as the leader of her house's name after the murder of her mother and how she grieves while trying to understand her way through the politics of her new role.

From the jump, I did not like Caitlyn. She is beautifully written and the way her character spirals is written well. The reason I do not like Caitlyn is what she reenacts and that's because it is a part of my daily life as a black woman.

Now, I'm not ranting because of her actions. I'm genuinely pissed at the ignorance some folks have towards this and I wanna sit you on your ass as I tell you this.

Yes, folks can divert the fantasy from the reality. However, if you are an actual writer or have studied creative writing (not your typical English Literature classes) under someone who has published books then you know that an author finds inspiration in everything that includes the scars of history told and untold as well as the current disasters our society faces in the present.

Hell, we unconditionally have the power foretell whenever the government decides to pull some bullshit out on us [The overturning of Roe v. Wade and The Handmaid's Tale + Many More].

Caitlyn's actions are not to be excused just because her mother died in a terrorist attack. They are not to be excused because she's a lesbian. They are not to be excused period.

Everyone in the damn show are war criminals. The point of the show is to describe just how far everyone will go to even the scales and find balance within their own beliefs. It also covers that there is no distinct hero and its villain. Everyone just wants to live. That's all they want.

Which is insane to me because that's a typical dystopian theme in every book/film - which by the way, genres like dystopia are based off of reality. They are based off of the actions of the past and the present and what type of future they can conjure for us and our descendants.

It sickens me that a lot of you think that Caitlyn's blatant ignorance and fascism towards Zaunites is just a thing the writers had pulled out of their asses when it's a dark belief that people still carry to this day and teach their kids. Caitlyn and Vi should not have gotten together at the end because of Caitlyn's actions towards Zaunites and the hell she drug Vi through.

No one is excusing Jinx's actions or Ambessa's. As I said, everyone is a war criminal. The only difference is ... Caitlyn came out with her home in tact and with the girl as if she's some fucking hero.

And I can guarantee that the lot of you who hold this mentality are the exact white women who favor the beliefs of Taylor Swift [White Feminism] and will continuously endanger the lives of women of color, but when shit hits the ceiling all of a suddenly it's a 'we' problem.

Y'all are so attached to consuming brain rot or content that contains no form of substance other than to people please that when a bomb ass show with an even greater story comes out with a purpose y'all will say the most dastardly thing ever. No wonder why good shows and even better writing is so few and rarely seen nowadays because no actually listens to the story.

You all just want sex. A poor excuse of "representation" that's just of another white cisgendered couple with an opposites attract trope or a doomed / romeo & juliet trope. You are boring, you are flat, and folks like you suck the creativity - the art - out of people's writing.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

(Anastasia AU)

*once there was a beautiful kingdom of Eden ruled by a king and his Queen Sera, they had many beautiful children, but the youngest was their son Adam who was the most beautiful of them all, he had soft brown hair the color of milk chocolate and honey brown eyes, one night Sera was up with Adam who couldn’t sleep and was just curled up in her arms while he wore her locket and she sang for him*

Sera: 🎶On the wind, cross the sea, hear this song and remember. Soon you’ll be home with me once upon a December.🎶

Adam: I love you mama.

Sera: I love you my little Starlight.

*just then there was a commotion outside, Sera held Adam and walked to the window, there was a mob crying out for the blood of the royal family, their eyes were glowing green under the control of a dark sorcerer named Alastor who was envious of the royal family and wanted to have them all killed, behind Sera and Adam a secret door opened, a young servant boy about a year or two older than Adam stepped out, he had blonde hair and blue eyes, he was Lucifer*

Lucifer: Your Majesty, we need to get you out of here with Adam. You need to sleep the country.

*Sera still holding Adam followed Lucifer through the hidden corridors of the palace, Lucifer had to behind, but he blushed when the beautiful little got out of Sera’s arms and kissed him on the cheek, the mother and son ran through the city that was in the midst of a riot, Sera felt her heart stop when she heard the mob cry out with joy that the King and all but one of his children were killed, they made it to a train station, the train was going but she had to get on, she got on the train, but Adam slipped from her arms and and hit his head, Sera screamed as the train took her away from her precious son, what she didn’t know was that Adam survived and was taken to an orphanage because he couldn’t remember who he was, all he had was his mother’s locket to tell him that he had family out there, ten year later Adam was a young man of twenty who was being sent to the capital to get a job in Eden, he walked down the road singing a song he knew, but didn’t know why*

Adam: 🎶On the wind, cross the sea, hear this song and remember. Soon you’ll be home with me, once upon a December.🎶

*in the capital now ruled by the dark sorcerer Alastor the news paper saying that the old Queen Sera believed her son Adam was still alive and she would offer a small fortune to whoever found him, a con man who was the same servant who saved Adam and the Queen looked at the newspaper grabbed it and ran to his hideout with his friend Ozzie who was once a nobleman in the royal court*

Lucifer: Did you see this, if we can find a man who looks like Adam we could train him to act like royalty and take him to the Queen and get the money. We will be set for life.

Ozzie: I like the way you think.

*they held auditions in the old abandoned royal palace and none of the young men that tried out fit what they were going for not knowing that the actual prince was sneaking into the palace to look around because he was drawn to it for some reason*

(This won’t be exactly like the Anastasia movie, but it will have a lot of the main plot points)

Adam was in awe of this palace, it was grand and wondrous even though the wallpaper was peeling, paint chipped and floors covered with dirt and dust everywhere.

He opened the door, it was dark. It looked like it used to be a bedroom for a little boy.

Adam: I wonder who's room this was.

Not knowing that this was once his bedroom, Adam moved on to look around.

Lucifer threw his hat down frustrated, no one looked remotely like the prince Adam.

Lucifer: We can't collect the money without a look alike.

Ozzie: Relax baby, someone is bound to stroll right through that door and it will strike like lightning.

As if by magic, the door opened and Adam walked in looking all around.

Adam: Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was here.

Lucifer side eyes Ozzie: Like lightning you say? Hello there! Would you be interested in the deal of a lifetime? My name is Lucifer by the way.

He eyed this guy up and down, he was perfect!

Adam smiled and shook his hand: Nice to meet you, I'm Adam.

And his name was even Adam! So that was one less thing to lie about.

Lucifer: Adam, what a lovely name.

He winked and Adam felt his face grow warm. This Lucifer guy was very charming.

Adam: What deal ?

Lucifer: Right to business! I can understand that. We were looking to collect on some money and you my friend and the perfect missing piece we need. Would you be interested in pretending to be the missing Prince Adam?

Adam blinked: Isn't that..... Lying?

Lucifer wrapped an arm around Adams shoulders: Adam, I'll level with you. The real prince, is probably long gone. We'll be doing the Queen a kindness! And, we will split it with you.

Adam thought about it, it was risky: Sure, why not.

[anotherbananasong]

Looks like it’s Banana Story Time.

2023 Christmas Ghost Fiasco

Context: my three nieces are home alone because it’s Christmas break, my younger sister and brother-in-law are at work. They live ten miles outside town on their own little homestead. My older sister is in town for the holiday, my first time seeing her since early summer of 2023.

Under the read more, cause it’s a long one.

My oldest niece texts us to get McDonald’s for lunch. I tell my older sister I’ll be at my parents’ house in ten minutes to pick her up, and we’ll take them lunch together.

I get to my parents’ house. I’m listening to Ghost. I text my sister that I’m outside cause it was cold and I didn’t want to get out of the car. Ten minutes go by, and I’m irritated cause I hate waiting. I end up getting out of my car and go inside. My sister is on the couch going through her emails. She laughs it off cause she didn’t hear her phone go off right behind her. So I’m like, okay, little thing, no big deal, calm down, Banana. We get to McDonalds. I ask my sister what she wants and she says a “plain McDouble”. So I order her a plain McDouble. As we’re going around to the window, she says she meant everything that normally comes on it (mustard, ketchup, pickles, and onions). So a regular/standard McDouble. I HATE changing orders at the window, so I am irritated for having to inconvenience the staff because I know they’re already working hard to begin with. But they accommodate and it’s fine. As we’re leaving, my sister says she forgot her chapstick, and can we go back to the parents’ house to pick it up. Banana rages inside, but says fine. We get to my parent’s and she has BANANA go in and grab it, because she’s holding the drinks. Irritated cause now I’m out in the cold again just for some cursed chapstick. I have to ransack the couch for it, but find it anyway.

We finally get to heading out to deliver lunch to my nieces. As we’re driving, “Mary on a Cross” comes on and my sister is like “oh, I know this song. I like this kind of music over that other stuff” (I had been listening to Lorna Shore the other day; heavier metal, for those unfamiliar), so I’m excited because someone in my family is familiar with Ghost. So I ask her “you wanna hear my favorite song??” and she’s like “sure!”

I happily almost veer off the highway to put “Cirice” on. As it’s a ten minute drive, we hear the whole song. We finish just as I’m turning down the dirt road to my little sister’s. She goes “that was nice, I liked that. What’s it about?” because she likes hearing interpretations on things; she just graduated with her Master’s in music. I tell her there are a lot of different ways I personally interpret the song, depending on the day, my mood, and who/what I’m thinking about. But one of my favorite ways to describe it, though, is that it is essentially (in my opinion) a love song to us from Satan.

Record scratch.

“Love song from WHO?????”

It was at this moment, Banana remembered this particular sister was devoutly Christian, having spent the entirety of her career teaching music in Lutheran schools, and had just moved to Indiana to work as a director of music for a church.

“Oh……… right….. um, they’re a Satanic rock band out of Sweden….”

The sheer level of pearl-clutching. The height of offense.

I couldn’t tell if she was more offended that I was literally playing her “the devil’s music”, or that she had admitted to liking it before knowing more about the band.

Needless to say, she refused to let me pick the music after that.

[writing-rat]

Gifts

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Warnings: Mentions of a taxidermy squirrel

Content: Gift giving, fluff

Summary: Wednesday and Enid arrive back after Winter break with gifts for each other, some more personal than others.

WC: 1593

Winter break had just finished and Enid was excited to go back. She could be away from her family, and see Weems again (who survived the poisoning but had a permanent limp). She also wanted to see Wednesday again as she had a gift for her. They had been texting during the winter break and she was happy about that. Wednesday still wanted to interact with her after all and that was her dream. She didn’t know why though and her mom refused to say. Esther actually tried to get Enid to date a worthy boy (who was an alpha each time conveniently). She rejected each one at least. She cited that Ajax was her boyfriend after all. Really, Ajax and Enid were not together. They broke up after a week but it was mutual, with no harsh feelings. Enid was relieved about that as she didn’t want to break his heart. That was when he admitted that he was starting to think he had a crush on Kent, and she was happy about that. She supported him after all. 

Eventually, the car stopped, and she grabbed her bags, leaving her family immediately. She saw the Addams’ hearse outside of the school and she was happy to know that Wednesday was already back. She rushed towards her room, ignoring the yell of her mother as she was soon skipping into her room, where Wednesday’s parents were. “Oh, hi Mrs and Mr Addams,” she spoke politely, Wednesday sorting out her clothes as her parents set everything else up. 

“Hello dear, how was Winter break? And please, call us Morticia and Gomez,” Morticia spoke with a smile.

“Yes ma- I mean Morticia. And winter break went as well as it could. If you don’t mind me asking… what are you doing helping Wednesday? I thought she hated it,” she asked. “Well… since that night, Wednesday hasn’t been the best. She is doing well, but she feels phantom pain. We want to thank you for saving our daughter though, how you wolfed out for her and we appreciate it,” Gomez answered, clapping his hand on Enid’s shoulder, who was smiling brightly. “It is no problem, she’s one of my best friends. I would do anything for her,” she spoke with a smile. 

“You are a good wolf. Do you plan on courting her?” Morticia asked curiously. 

“Huh?” Enid asked confused. “No. I don’t like her like that… I think. Why are you asking?” she added, wanting to know answers admittedly. 

“Well, when a wolf wolfs out for someone it usually means they’re soulmates. We have a couple of wolves in our family, so that is why we know if you are wondering,” Gomez spoke with a soft smile. Enid blinked and smiled then.

“Maybe, I don’t know if that is fully true though,” she spoke. The Addams accepted that, but Morticia knew how she felt. She had seen visions of Wednesday and Enid being together after all. The three made small talk, and Wednesday soon walked out as her room was mostly done. 

“Thank you, Mother and Father,” she spoke, looking at them. She looked genuine and appreciative. Enid smiled at that. 

She left the family be, finishing her own room as she hung her clothes up. She hid something in her closet, not wanting Wednesday’s family to see it. She saw them soon leaving, saying bye to her as she said bye to them as well. “Your parents are nice Willa,” she spoke with a smile when it was just the 2 of them. “Willa?” she responded. “Thank you, they… are,” she reluctantly admitted, answering about her parent. “They are still vomit-inducing with their physical affection,” she added, but she had a soft smile on her face. She was looking at Enid too, which made her see the happiness in her eyes. There was also some softness, which was rare.

“I thought I would give you a nickname. Do you like it? And better than mine at least. How was your winter break?” she asked, sitting on Wednesday’s freshly-made bed, Wednesday joining her as well. “I.. only say it in private, ok?” she asked. Enid nodded to agree. “And you can come over to mine for the holidays you know?” she asked. Enid also nodded at that, blushing that she had the pleasure of doing that. “Winter break was ok though, I suffered from phantom pains however so if I seem weird sometimes… I apologise,” she spoke. “But how was yours?” she added, realising she didn’t 

“It’s ok. If it helps, I have nightmares over the night. But my winter break was good. My mother tried to get me with some alphas,” she admitted. Wednesday physically growled at that, which shocked the wolf because it was so close to a wolf’s growl. “How’d you learn to growl like that?” Enid couldn't help but ask. Wednesday smirked.

“I would like to kill your mother if I have consent. But I learnt to growl from my werewolf cousin, I made sure it was perfected before he left,” she responded. Enid nodded and smiled.

“Wait here, by the way, I have something for you,” she spoke and skipped over to her cupboard, grabbing the wrapped-up presents. Grabbing it, she skipped back and handed it over to the goth. Wednesday blinked but opened it. There were 2 presents. One was a box, and the other was clearly clothing of some sort. Intrigued by the box, she opened it and that was when she saw what it was. She couldn’t help her shock. It was a taxidermied squirrel. “I went and hunted in my wolf form over Winter and I found this squirrel. I thought of you as I killed it. I made sure it was in one piece then I took it to a local taxidermist. I hope it looks ok,” she spoke with a soft smile. Wednesday nodded.

“It’s extraordinary, it is neatly done and well-preserved. Thank you, Enid,” she spoke with a smile, her lips curved upwards. “Open your other present dummy,” Enid teased with a smile. Wednesday glared but she was still smiling as she grabbed the other one and opened it. Inside was a knitted sweater, black and white. There was one little colour patch of pink. “I hope the pink is ok, I just wanted a little piece to remind you of me,” she admitted.  Wednesday smiled.

“I love it, thank you, Enid. You are the best, I will wear it with great pride,” she spoke, putting it on already. Enid was pleased.

That was when Wednesday crouched under her own bed and got out 4 parcels and handed them over. “I got a few things for you too. Admittedly I didn’t expect anything from you,” she admitted.

“Of course, I would get you something. You’re my best friends,” she spoke with a smile. Wednesday nodded then watched Enid open the first one. It was in a box and she didn’t know what it was. That was when she opened it and saw it was 6 books and they were all of Holly Jackson’s. She had talked about getting the A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder series but she never had enough money. There was that set, but there was also The Reapparance Of Rachel Price, Five Survive and Killjoy. All of the Holly Jackson books were there. “OMG, thank you, Willa! I love this,” she spoke and hugged her. Wednesday hugged back and smiled before Enid opened the other parcels. Inside one was a pink leather jacket. It was from Gucci which surprised Enid.

“I hope it is the right size. If not, I can get it,” she spoke. “You didn’t have to get me a branded item,” Enid spoke. 

“I know. I wanted to,” Wednesday answered. Enid smiled, setting it to the side carefully. That was when she opened the next one, a bat plushie. The next parcel was handmade by Wednesday clearly though. It was another plushie, but it was knitted. She loved it and it was also Enid’s wolf colour too. Wednesday was looking down, hoping Enid loved it. That was when she was tackled into a hug.

She was shocked, holding Enid back as tight as the wolf was. “Thank you, I love it,” she spoke, nuzzling into Wednesday slightly. “I am glad. I had my grandmama and mother’s help, it helped with my phantom pain too,” she admitted. Enid smiled.

“You are the best,” Enid admitted. Wednesday smiled, facing Wednesday who was just inches away from her then. She leaned forward slightly, their foreheads together. Enid was shocked, feeling butterflies in her stomach. She thought Wednesday would have the same too, but she would say spiders. That was when she realised Morticia may have been correct. Enid leaned in more, Wednesday soon kissing her. The both of them kissed gently, Enid smiling as she was blushing, soon holding her. 

“I think I love you,” Enid spoke. Wednesday raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“I think you do too. I mean, you did kiss me,” Wednesday teased. Enid smiled, kissing her gently again. “So… are we official?” she asked. 

“Of course we are, can you keep it secret for now though?” Wednesday asked, looking down. Enid nodded and smiled. 

“Of course. So… wanna go on a date tonight?” she asked with a smile. Wednesday nodded.

“There is a movie we could watch then dinner?” Wednesday offered.

“Perfect,” Enid spoke. She was happy. Maybe she would collect all her stuff from home and move in with the Addams if she could…

[pixeltwix]

⚠️Emma May & Ciphertology⚠️

-Backpacking off of my theory from yesterday!! Very long text post incoming-

I’m of the mind where not only do I believe Emma May’s family was in a cult, but that they continued to practice its teachings after being disbanded. From here this is just my own personal ramblings as I have a very long and personal take on Emma May and Fiddleford’s lives and history as a whole and separately. Today will be dedicated to Em’s side (ft her families designs as well :3 )

Emma May’s father, Dale Dixon, is the older brother of Madeline Dixon- the teenage girl who was one of the first to be swayed by this Silas Birchtree. It’s implied she fell for him in place of her boyfriend at the time, but I choose to believe this was a lingering affection she’d keep for life in her worship.

Being a young man at the birth, peak, and end of Ciphertology already with a wife and children, Dale was too closely wooed by the teachings of Silas and the inter-dimensional being that was Bill Cipher. He was a bit of a cult kiss ass, if you will. He’d be the first to do whatever Silas would suggest or order of the cults people and the man was happy to do it. Be it shaving his head and painting on an eye or attempting to build the portal he had zero qualifications for alongside everyone else.

Naturally after the cult was disbanded and everyone was put into witness protection, while Dale accepted the state relocation for his family (to Virginia) he refused any government aid beyond that. Instead dragging his young family and sister into the woods where he constructed a shabby little home for them. A home where no one would contradict his word and he could continue the teachings of Ciphertology.

Emma May was born only a few short years later. And while her father had already named one of her older brothers as a namesake to his idol, Silas, her mother named her in turn for her secret idol, Emmaline Butternubbins. She knew Dale would never accept the original name, so she did what she could to compromise- it was a cope of sorts. Thelma Lou, Em’s mother, unfortunately has no say in her husbands madness and is slowly being broken down to the cult. While she had some resistance when Em was born it wouldn’t last too terribly long as soon every adult figure in the family believed in Ciphertology.

Growing up in the middle of nowhere Appalachia’s, Emma May didn’t have much outside influence other than the mini cult community her father had created over the years within neighboring people. She knew no different than the madness and basic cult ideas of ‘have as many kids and wives as you want just so we can create more followers’ sort of mindset. The only hiccup was that Emma May was never dumb, she wasn’t so easily swayed by the triangles teachings, she always internally questioned everything- no matter what adult was telling her things she always was left with a feeling of ‘is that really true though?’

She kept such thoughts to herself, assuming she wouldn’t have to actually do anything notable within the cult, she was shocked and horrified when at the age of 15 her father was bringing her before an older man to marry. An older man who already had a handful of wives. She knew even if she was older she wouldn’t want this life, seeing upfront her mothers decay in the cult and the mass of siblings that she had..she didn’t want that. She wanted an education, basic rights, and just? Freedom from this. She didn’t know if the outside world would be different, but at that point she didn’t much care. She wanted out and she needed out fast.

Running away from home before the official marriage ceremony she remains on the run until she makes it to Fredericksburg, VA. A bustling friendly town that otherwise left her feeling like she was in an alien world. She looked straight out of the early 1900s in a wave of hip and groovy late 1960’s styles. While she couldn’t read anymore than simple words she skimmed through the phone book of a nearby cafe, and while unable to find any Dixon outside of her indoctrinated family she found hope in searching for names under her mothers maiden name, ‘Finch’. 

Discovering a man in Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey, by the name of Benjamin Finch she manages to find her mothers estranged brother. A man her mother was forced to shun and block out the second he expressed concern over her involvement in a cult. Thankfully upon learning who she was he was more than happy to shelter her, albeit he only lived in a trailer as he practically lived in the museum he worked at. Making her way up the East coast, Emma May finds herself in Jersey, her uncle slowly acclimating her to modern life. Teaching her how to read, to write, and most importantly teaching her the reality of the world. Luckily he wasn’t a religious man of any sorts and rooted her in modern thoughts of science, feminism, and other new age ideas of the time.

Once he felt she was ready he let her attend Glass Shard High, getting the education she always wanted despite struggling to understand the basics. This didn’t get her down though as she was determined to graduate someday. Instead she tracks down local nerd and idea enthusiast, Stanford Pines, someone she hardly finds to be ‘a freak’ considering her cultish upbringing was beyond bizarre (plus she learned from an early age to find beauty in the ‘odd’ or ‘weird’) Befriending a young Ford and learning from him she also befriends Stan, someone who was more than willing to help her break out of her docile and dainty shell. Stan’s girlfriend at the time, Carla McCorkle was equally happy to teach her the modern idea of feminine rather than beaten to death old book concepts. Living in Jersey, in short, was slowly thawing her from the confines of her upbringing- developing into the life she always wanted and frankly? She was thriving!

She was also gaining her own beliefs in this time. Such as ‘marriage is stupid’ and ‘having kids is stupid, I’m never going to have them’ sort of mindset. Thanks to her upbringing she swore then and there that she would never have a family of her own. So, that’s what makes her next phase of life particularly ironic.

After the science project incident in senior year between the Pines brothers the friend circle would face a brutal falling out, the only one keeping in touch with everyone being Emma May herself. Stan is kicked out and the brothers aren’t talking, Carla breaks up with Stan and refuses any more connection to the Pines, and Em is left in limbo to comfort and appease everyone whilst ignoring her own feelings about it all. Between the late night girl talks with Carla, keeping Ford off the edge, and letting Stan stay with her in the trailer it was only a matter of time before her juggling attempts would fall.

And that’s exactly what happened- after Ford discovers she’s been harboring Stan he can’t help the rush of anger, insecurity, and betrayal that someone he considered his only friend left to hide that from him. Also afraid of losing a friend who’s done so much for her in her cult unlearning she’s quick to prove her loyalty. Packing her bags after graduation she joins Ford to Backupsmore to continue supporting him, taking up a diner job beside campus and shacking up in a cheap apartment. She continues secretly offering Stan money when she can as she still feels guilt for her decision, but it becomes less frequent as she’s now supporting herself financially on her own.

But of course her sole company of Ford wouldn’t last forever. Especially when all she tends to hear from him is how cool his roommate is and how’s he’s thrilled to be around another intellectual mind for once. And while he was hesitant to introduce his two friends to one another it was quick history after that-

Em absolutely deals with a lot of survivors guilt and general fear (lots of ‘I can’t believe I left my younger siblings behind, what if thEY were forced to marry that man in my place?!’ and ‘what if the cult tracks me down and forces me back home?!’) and on top of that I already feel she’s got some religious based ptsd and some bpd in there as well, but I think that would make her more endeared to Fiddleford when they first meet. A man who was pretty open about his own anxiety and ocd (idk if that’s a popular hc, but him having ocd makes so much sense to me) definitely helped her understand herself better and the two of them absolutely developed ways to help one another with it. They become each other’s safe spaces essentially <3

I feel like all of this is something I could talk about for hOURS, but I feel I’ve already typed up enough for today. So take this all as you will :) it’s just been super fun rewriting the story I had for her. I always envisioned her to be a teen runaway and living with her estranged uncle in Jersey, but now it makes even more sense plugging in my cult theory. But anywho, I hope this was an enjoyable for y’all to read as it was for me to type

[melmedardasworld]

So I edited this post a few times since what I wanted to convey just couldn't come out, and then I stumbled across this explanation.

And all of this!

To continue with my own thoughts.

I'm not sure where the takes of Mel is more than Jayce's girlfriend or being reduced to just being at a man's side is coming from that is being spouted.... Meljay shippers know this?

People are annoyed and confused to see what was set up from S1 until S2 Act 1 and the sudden a disconnect of how we got to know the relationship was handled and their final conversation. Most of us would've been fine (I know I would) with the breakup if it wasn't so off and lackluster.

It didn't feel like Mel and Jayce, granted they went through the trenches both physically and mentally, but that understanding is only being applied to Jayce in how he behaves. Mel is just a bystander and has to take it, and she was never like that. Or did her time trapped by the BR just make her numb to everything because she feels so much and hasawakenied as a Mage and empath? If so, the writers did shit to make it clear, and we have to fill in gaps and explanations with headcanons.

Most importantly, Mel only gave and gave to others (professionally, non proffesional, platonical, familial, etc) but got nothing of the sort in return.... not even a hug, a hand squeeze, a how are you nada. That apology she got was, again, so offstandish. I didn't expect Jayce to cry out or be a lovey dovey anything, but he was more heated to scold her a beat. Mel barely got a word out there, too, to explain her side. She doesn't even fully understand her powers...

Also, in regards to interactions, why didn't we see a moment between her and Caitlin? When her mother died, Mel told Jayce to go to her, and had she seen how Ambessa did what she did, Mel would've shut things down, too. But we couldn't see the two of them bond over having lost their mothers?

No one in Piltover was concerned with their influential councilor who went missing for weeks/months? It would've been nice had we seen her and Shoola as the last ones standing or talk about the future of Piltover and the convo moving to Mel returning to Noxus and leaving it in the people's/their hands, but not a lick.

We just see her board a ship because she now has the weight of the Medarda line (who she needs to build from the ground up while the Black Rose is still out there and likely has to deal with more politics in Noxus that is more on the violent side) on her shoulders to a country she's been exiled for who knows how long.

Mel is getting to terms with her powers, her legacy, but even with her mother, Kino, Elora and now going back to a country she was exiled from, AND having to lead a faceless army. WHERE IS HER COMFORT!?!?! Who does she have to share all of this with above one minute.

It also doesn't help that people (yes, shippers mostly cause one scroll on your page they barely talk about Mel outside of ship. Not even about the popular 'she has a larger storyline' takes. Just invalidate why Meljay doesn't and never would work or was always doomed takes in response to OG shippers sharing their grievances.

There is weird and fake trolling in the meljay/mel tag when the same people never had something to say about her/ any of her relationship up until the finale and the last few Meljay scenes.

But now everyone can supposedly yap as some fake intellectual and shade others' people being annoyed, sad, and disappointed in the WAY it was written to THEM for their ship.

Meljay shippers literally had to create a niche tag because the main ones are being spammed with bad take after take and where Mel/Meljay is undermined while claiming it is all in balance in the end. Is that not insane?

Please, miss me with that. It is irritating and condescending.

Shippers in fandom love love and just a relationship in general. This is nothing new so why all these bad fate takes? They are allowed to vent their frustration on how the story for their ship is handled. Most of the same shippers also have an analysis of the characters' they ship and larger storyline that was set. Act 3 plot lines were squeezed in such a way with so many minutes left. I am still of the opinion that we should've gotten either 3 or 6 more episodes to tie all the stuff together properly since the writers themselves decided to introduce all these storylines. There was just a disconnect and OOC behavior in Meljay that wasn't expanded upon in a better way imo.

[sofiatexa]

lara raj x sophia laforteza

cw ; fluff , established relationship (girlfriends) , cuddling , kissing , nicknames often (sophia calling lara them) , lara gives a lot of physical affection , etc maybe??

synopsis ; a rainy day interrupts sophia’s plans to have a date outside with lara so she decides to make the best of what she can do inside with her.

wc ; 1.3k

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@lararaajj : i miss youuu (09:37 am) —

she texted her girlfriend when she woke up that morning. lara stayed in her family home for a while, away from the girls. her and sophia haven’t been able to find the right time to meet up due to both of them having personal family reasons.

today they both were free, expecting to be able to take that short drive down to lara’s house and take her on a all day planning, or thats what they wanted to do.

@sophia_laforteza : miss you moreee :/ (9:38 am.) — sophia replied, she loved talking to lara, obviously because she was the love of her life and lara was her comfort, and so was she to the redhead. they talked a while longer before lara asked her to come over, but when sophia was done getting dressed it began to rain.

@lararaajj : nevermind baby, it's raining. it isn't safe to drive rn (1:15 pm) - she texted the older, expecting her to reply but she never recieved one, for a good ten minutes, which made her think she was probably still getting ready or just not on her phone, read at (1:25 pm), lara saw that sophia had seen her message but she never got a text back.

she tried calling sophia, but with no answer. then her doorbell rang, she got up from her bed, slipping her tshirt on, not knowing who was at the door, and opened it. to lara's surprise it was her girlfriend, standing with her grey hoodie on and with some legos and her nintendo.

lara hugged the older, and pulled her inside. "you idiot! why did you still comeee?" lara asked as she continued pulling the older against her body, inhaling her scent. sophia had a stupid smile on her face, "well, i missed you and why don't we have a day in this time? i mean, the soft pours of rain outside with some calming music with my favorite person playing games and building legos sounds amazing"

sophia said as she hugged lara, "and you smell so nice today" she whispered against lara's shirt. the redhead smiled, loving the sweet words from her girlfriends mouth. "i love you soph" she said, "i love you more lara" they finally broke apart the hug

lara held sophia's hand, leading her upstairs to her room so they could be left alone for a while. sophia put her things down on lara's desk, and went to lay beside the redhead.

pulling her into a soft embrace, and lara sighed, "you're really warm" the redhead spoke, and sophia chuckled "well, it's 50 degrees and you have on a cropped t-shirt baby" and lara pouted, "stilllll"

sophia smiled and kissed her forehead, leaving her lipstick stain on her. "you're so cute" sophia whispered, and took off her hoodie, putting it on the redhead.

a small while passed until they began picking what they wanted to do together. lara picked the legos, seeing that sophia picked the ones that had lara's interests in them.

lara picked the ones she wanted to do the most, "okay, what song do you wanna listen to sweetie?" the black haired woman asked, the redhead shrugged her shoulders, "whatever you think fits the mood better" and sophia nodded, turning on a more calming playlist, starting with 'Rainy Days - V'

lara sat in sophia's lap and poured the legos out of the bag, pulling the instructions from beside sophia and they began putting them together in silence, but it wasn't a awkward one, it was much more comfortable than anything.

the actual soft droplets of rain hitting lara's window, the soothing voice of the singers along with lara's as she sung along to whatever song played, sophia harmonizing with her ever so often. they got so caught up in the legos they didn't realize three hours had already passed, the pair really didn't notice until sophia checked her phone to change the playlist.

it wasn't like those three hours passing was really an issue, they didn't really care about that part, they cared more about finishing this set which they were amost done with, that was the case until, lara accidently knocked over the other bag and mixed the pieces with the bag they were currently on.

"oh my god!" they both shrieked, sophia cloed her eyes and sighed, while lara laughed the pain away. "its okay, its okay" she said, trying to keep herself from screaming. she and sophia began to pick up the legos and saying they'll finish them tomorrow.

lara pulled the redhead by her waist once they were and grabbed her nintendo off of the desk, and lara and sophia laid in bed together while soph flipped through and the game cards, until lara saw she had zelda.

"oh my god, oh my god wait" lara said, picking up the game chip, "let's play this!" she exclaimed. sophia put the chip and started the game, lara rested her head on the black hair woman's chest, and watched as she playd the game.

"i don't really understand much about this game, aside from the characters" sophia admitted, and lara began explaining how the game worked but stopped talking at a certain point, "why'd you stop talking baby?" sophia asked after pausing the game, lara's face was a little red.

"m embarrased" she said, and sophia picked her head up and kissed her, "don't be embarrased baby, you can talk about your interests with me. i love listening to you talk, i love watching you get excited when it's your favorite things ever." lara's eyes sparkled while sophia named things she loved about her and lara slightly teared up due to feeling overwhelmed.

sophia sat up and pulled the redhead into another hug, holding her head and gently playing in her hair, "shh, it's okay.." she softly said, "i love you baby, you're so perfect in my eyes" she kissed her head, and lara sighed, calming down.

sophia made lara comfortable before offering her to play zelda herself and sophia just watching, which lara happily did. she played the game for about a hour, before turning it off, and asking if they could just watch something. the rain had stopped not too long ago, but sophia wasn't gonna leave just because it stopped raining.

lara brought her bean bag out and pushed it to the middle of her room, her and soph both sitting on the bean bag, lara resting her head on sophia's shoulder while they watched lara's comfort show, 'wild kratts'

soon the sun began to set, the moonlight shining from her windows, lara's eyes began to grow heavy, sophia noticing and laying the younger on her chest, and laying back on the bed. she placed her hand on the redheads side, lara fell asleep not long after.

sophia didn't move until lara was fully sleep, getting up and cleaning the legos off of her floor and putting the nintendo back inside of the case. sophia closed her curtains, and got in lara's bed, pulling the cover over both of them.

it didn't take much longer for the black haired woman to fall asleep, the feeling of sleeping in silence wasn't too comfortable to her, so she put on some small noise, maybe a song, turning the screen off, muting both hers and lara's phone so they can sleep without any interruptions. she kissed lara's forehead once more, pulling her by her waist and sleeping just like that.

[flycoffee]

My first spy x family post that I write.

Honestly, I wish Anya could have some friends from outside of Eden like just playmates and acquaintances, like playground bodies or friends with Authen’s grandkids, not deep friendships just some kids that are in the some social circle like her family.

They play games like tags, hide and seek all the little things like breaking friendship seals, their turn of phrase in their age, and playing pretend. And later Anya will want to play tag and hide and seek with their parents when her friend isn’t around. At first Loid and Yor just use one percent of their skills to play hide and seek but surprisingly find out Anya is pretty good as a seeker because of her power then they slowly increase their skills in the game when Yor is the seeker she surprised by how good Loid at hiding she can’t sense his presence so she getting into thorn princess mode a bit just to find him but didn’t question why her husband was able to hide so good that matching her profession, meanwhile Twilight is feeling lacking practice that his wife and daughter can find him so quickly, becoming to have spy existential crisis, and when Twilight is the seeker it panics thorn princess, even more, she got discovered quick by Loid no matter where she hides! But either is questioning why they are this good.

And the tag is where it got intense, Yor sneaks up on Loid quite often when she is it and Twilight’s lack of practice feeling is back, and how the hell is this man be so fast to get out of her reach right before the tag? When Loid is it, he knows his wife is quick so he has to predict her next moves to tag her, and that makes Yor feel unease, being predictable is a death sentence in her career, and somehow her husband knows her every move!

Slowly they keep putting more percentage of their skills when playing tag1% -> 5% 10-> 20 -> 50 -> 80 % and Anya has been tagged so early on and is watching this show all excitedly “Waku waku!” and it all happens in the spend of 15 minutes.

And somehow it helps them in their next missions.

That is what happens when you play kids' games with people who are the best of the best in the field of assistant and spy, you sharpen your skill without even realizing it. The couple still didn't realize their fake spouse having all of these abilities to counter their field of work is not normal.

[sheplaysviolin]

One of the girls

“I just wanna be one of your girls tonight.”

Caitlyn Kirammen X female reader

Disclaimer- smut, cussing, smoking, and drinking some mentions of season 2 act 2 spoilers, and mentioning of prostitution

Extras- inspired by the song ‘One of the girls’ by The Weekend, Lily-Rose Depp and JENNIE

Enjoy :)

The city of Piltover has seen numerous attacks due to someone from the under city. Only the higher ups of the city truly know what is going on leaving the city in complete silence. But you still have to get up everyday at exactly 7 pm to start your day at the club. You obviously didn’t imagine this life for yourself while you were in school but due to the death of your father who kept the family unit afloat your education was forcibly put on hold.

He died young, only at the age of 48. Your mother completely disappeared after his death. Her ghostly figure hovering around the house. Her steps heaving and her head held low. Your father always told you that if something happens to him. You had to be responsible for the family. So now you work late into the night to sustain the life your family once had. You can tell your mom is truly thankful for your sacrifice but doesn’t show it much. She is far more embarrassed by the life you had to chose because she couldn’t get her shit together.

You get out of bed and look at your hands. Trying to see if the fight you were in yesterday is visible. Seeing that it is not you stand and start to get ready for your shift. Picking out an outfit that will hopefully get you enough money to put in the monthly payment for your younger brother’s tuition. Already running late you take some things you need to keep getting ready at work. You walk out of your room and the house is quiet and dark. A pot of stew on the stove waiting to be eaten.

You give your home one last look before leaving and locking the door behind you. The walk to the club is sketchy. Of course it is, this form of work in Piltover is illegal. But for girls like you this is your only option. You walk quietly through the city. Seeing flowers in memory of the council memories that passed away due to the attack. You observe young men slumped over clearly intoxicated crying out for someone.

After many flights of stairs you finally make it to your job. Hearing the music from outside of the building always gets you prepared for what you are about to expiernce. You knock three times rhythmically on the door letting the security know it’s one of the dancers. A tall broad man opens the door for you and gives you a quick glance. “Good afternoon Y/N, loads of people here tonight.” The man says while keeping his eyes straight avoiding eye contact.

You push your way through to get in and chuckle at his statement. “That’s every night.” You sassily reply to him. He shakes his head in disagreement and bends down closer to you. You feel his slow breathing on your neck and twitch slightly. “No, it’s different tonight.” He says ominously. You playfully push him off of you and walk away. ‘Can’t be that different, right?!’

The club is dimly lit and flashes of color appear every so often. You hear all sorts of songs tonight and men whistling at the women dancing sensually on stage. You walk to the back and open the door to the dancer only section where girls are getting ready. “Hey Y/N.” Farrah says while snorting some substance up her nose. Farrah actually introduced you to the club life without her.. you don’t even want to think about it. You smile at her and walk over in a skippy manner. “How is the money tonight?” You ask while giving her a friendly kiss on her head.

She slightly blushes and waves you off. “It’s great. Like really great. Probably best all year in my opinion!” She says excitedly. You walk over to the changing rooms and start changing. Everyday is a theme and tonight it’s ’Under the sea’ kinda stupid in your opinion but whatever. Your outfit is light blue and barely covers anything. You slip on your high heels and start to pick out your songs for tonight. “Y/N! You are on stage right now.” Your boss says while quickly scanning her eyes over her clipboard. “Okay.”

Going on stage is always nerve racking but once you are up there all of the nerves go away. Your music starts playing and you start dancing sultry and smooth. Desperate men throw their money at you that they promised to save. Your body touches the cold pole and sparks your excitement even more. While dancing you see a figure in the back with piercing blue eyes. You stare directly at them. Watching them like your life depends on it.

You try to focus on your dance while still trying to make out who the figure is. ‘Maybe it’s a regular? What no way I would’ve recognized those eyes. Hmm their hair seems kinda long, maybe it’s a woman?’

You hear men whooping and hollering over your and seeing men slouched over at the bar with an empty drink besides them. It’s usually never women in these kinds of places. With this conclusion you start to feel more into the music than ever. Squatting slowly down the pole and pressing your pelvic era near it slowly. You start to slowly walk around the pole and rolling your body. You keep eye contact with those blue eyes. You guide your hands down your body and bring it back up to suck on your fingers.

This movement always makes the men in here holler for whatever reasons. The figure starts to smirk slowly which gives you all kinds of excitement. Your song ends and the men start to stand up and clap and throw money at you. You wink at them and start picking it up slowly while mouthing ‘thank you’. You step off stage money in hand and go to the dancer section only to get ready for private rooms. “Great job Y/N! You already have a customer wanting a private room with you.” your boss says while taking an inhale from her cigarette. “Okay, let me get ready then.” You tell her while putting your money in a bag saving it to count for later. You retouch your makeup, and fix your hair a bit before walking out to the private rooms.

“Hey Y/N.” A man says while putting down his glass. It’s Harlow he’s always in here. His shaggy hair covers his deep eye bags and his forehead wrinkles. “Hey, sorry can’t talk right now private room!” you say quickly trying to avoid a conversation. He’s a nice man but he’s very pushy and if you don’t stop him. He will take up your whole shift talking about himself. “Of course baby. After him it’s my turn.” He says while attempting to wink at you but actually just closes both of his eyes. You give him a wave and keep walking.

‘Him, huh? Damn I wanted it to be ocean eyes.’ You think to yourself before opening the deep red curtain to the private room. “Hello..?” You say while entering. Before even being able to finish your sentence you see the person that was smirking at you while dancing. You were right it was a women. Infront of you is a women with her legs spread and slumped down in her chair. Her features are intriguing her teal-blue piercing eyes that shine in the dim lit room. Her long blue hair that she keeps pushing out of her face. She must be nervous. Something about her looks so familiar. “You don’t look like you are supposed to be here.” You say while closing the curtain behind you. You feel her eyes stare at your figure and you suddenly became nervous.

“What does that mean?” She scoffs at your comment. Her voice catches you off guard for a moment. “Love your accent.” You say while walking towards her. She rolls her eyes and looks at you up and down. Inspecting every part of you. “You are fucking gorgeous by the way. Wouldn’t think a face like yours would end up here.” She says to you while stretching her hand out to you. You hesitate for a moment than take it. Her long slender hands are cool to the touch. ‘Wonder what this would feel like up my.. fuck.’

You smile at her. No one has ever called hour gorgeous before. Mostly because people can’t even spell it where. “I didn’t think so either but here we are.” You giggle for a second before straddling her. You really aren’t supposed to get this close to the clients but damn this girl is different. “I don’t even really know what we are supposed to do in here. But I like this a lot already.” The ocean eyed lady says while slowly gliding her hands up and down your body. Some of you is bare due to your outfit so it tingles in a good way.

You give her a quick smirk. You start to move your hip closer to her. Grinding back and forth. She pulls you closer to her and squeezes your ass. “Can I kiss you?” She asks shyly as if you aren’t basically riding her. “Of course.” She grabs your face tightly but also comforting and pulls you into a kiss. Her mouth opening to let your inside. Everything about her is so addicting. The way her tongue slowly enters your mouth.

You slowly moan into her and she takes that as a sign to take off your top. Which is totally against the rules but fuck it. She exposes your breast to the cold air. “So beautiful.” She says before leaning into your chest. She opens her mouth and sucks on your nipples needly. “Fuck..” you mumble while resting your head on your shoulder. You have never been this intimate with someone before and this experience is out of body. She smiles into your chest hearing the sounds that you are producing just from her mouth. She grips your other breast with her free hand squeezing them.

“Damn they are soft.” This comment makes you a bit embarrassed. You start sucking on her neck and run your fingers through her hair. “Hah..” is the only sound you can make just from her sucking on you. She opens her mouth exposing your breast to the cold air and lifts your body up to take off your skirt. “Can I?” She says before sliding her index and ring finger into you. The noises your body makes is fascinating.

You start to moan into her neck. “Come on baby ride my fingers.” She whispers into your ear sending shivers down your spine. You start to adjust your self into her fingers and start to move your hips. “Fuck your tight.” She whispers while pushing more into you. You try to maintain a steady rhythm with your hips like you are on stage but this is just so different. Her long slender fingers fit so well inside you. She starts to move her fingers in and out of you.

“Ha.. I can’t.” you softly grunt. “Are you about to cum?” You nod and she smirks at you. “Come on baby.” She begs while looking at you. Your body squirms with every slightly movement she makes. “Mmhmm..” is all you can muster out before climaxing. “Good job baby.” She praises you as if she didn’t do all the work. She slowly lifts you up and takes her fingers out slowly. The slimy residue that is left on her fingers is a creamy white color. She stretches apart the two fingers that were just in you and a string of the substance is shown.

She looks at you and starts to put her fingers in her mouth sucking in her cum filled fingers. You can’t even look at her embarrassed from what just happened. She takes her fingers out of her mouth and tilts your head towards her with her thumb and smiles at you. “Beautiful.”

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HIIII I hoped you liked it!! Bro I’m so terrified to finish arcane that I distracted myself and wrote this instead!! I’m so tempted to write caitvi fic bc I’ve already seen all the videos their little scene it was so hot. Well anyways bye :) until next time!!

Speaking of next time what would yall prefer- Caitvi, Viktor x reader or boxer Vi x reader ? Please tell me <3

[my-halo-is-a-little-broken]

Now, let me preface this by saying I only really have FB to keep in touch with family and friends, so I try to cultivate it to have my interests on my feed, and Arcane is currently one popping up a lot.

And, uh, some people have "interesting" takes 😬 like, there can be valid criticisms of the show and how it handled some things, but these feel reach-y or even completely miss the point.

1. I don't think the show is trying to say "magic (power) makes disabled people evil." What I do think it is trying to say is that when you get a taste/knowledge of what life could be like when you're more able/powerful, it can be intoxicating and misleading. Viktor genuinely thought he was making things better, and he thought he saw how he could get there, so he took it, in an "ends justify the means way." He tried convincing Jayce to work with him. He didn't truly want to align with Ambessa until he felt he had no other choice. Other examples we see of power infecting people are littered throughout the show. Cait, Jayce, Ambessa, Mel, Silco, Singed, Heimer. Power infects and can twist people.

2. Yes, it did feel hollow at some points. But I don't feel they were saying what the person thinks they were saying. Jayce even essentially says that the Zaunites have no reason to trust them, and he basically begs them to work with Piltover because he knows the destruction that awaits them. It wasn't just "defending the oppressors way of life." A literal apocalypse could happen. It's defending everyone's way of life. As for the "Savage Brown Hoardes" bit, the only people of color we really see of the Noxians are Ambessa, Kino, and Mel, 2 of which prefer talking and seeing fighting as a last resort. Everyone else is (seemingly) white. Maddie is white, Rictus appears to be white, and what we see of the Noxian soldiers, they seem to be white. Even if we go farther and look at the Noxian champions in LoL, a good chunk of them seem to be white. As for the faceless communism metaphor, while I can see it, this was a legitimate threat to Piltover, Zaun, and the world as a whole. Communism is a boogie man in our world, yes, but it wouldn't lead to the *literal apocalypse*. That's more capitalisms' style. And there's plenty of distrust and anger between Pilties and Zaunites, even if we don't get to see as we would have liked. A good chunk of the Zaunites don't join the battle until late because they *don't trust the Pilties* but realize that this isn't going well and will end badly, so they decide to help. We see that Sevika, despite being on the council, doesn't trust the Pilties, and they also don't trust her! Coming together to save the world doesn't mean that all the issues are erased. It simply means they were put aside for the moment. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

3. Yeah, they fumbled on keeping up Zaun vs. Piltover, but the Medarda war didn't come out of nowhere. In the 1st season, we have Ambessa trying to encourage war. She's a WARLORD. War within her was coming, one way or another. Mel always stood in opposition to her, even if she loved her and tried to reason with her. Ambessa was always going to be one of the main antagonists and major plot points. Look at her song. If you want something outside of season 1 that points to that there was always going to be war. "No war, no peace 'til I lead them all". She does what she does for her family's gain, yes, but also for herself. She didn't show up to Piltover to visit Mel, ever, until word started to spread. It reflected badly on Piltover, on the council, on Mel, which in turn reflected badly on the Medarda name and *her*. "I can use who I want, and I taste what I please". Ambessa isn't above doing whatever she sees fit to get what she wants/feels is right. She will always try to get what she wants, and what she wanted was war with Zaun. War within Zaun weakens Piltover, which is already partially under a Medarda's control. We've seen that Ambessa takes over places and conquers them. It's never confirmed, but it's not a stretch to make an assumption here that she wanted to bring Piltover and Hextech under Noxus' (hers) control, and what better way to do that than weaken it's defenses and strength? She made Piltover "stronger" but only by putting herself in control of Cait, her puppet, who she, despite not being from Piltover, made Piltovers leader.

4. I don't think this was Jayce saying that Viktor needed to stay disabled. I myself am disabled, granted not like Viktor is, but I didn't feel this was Jayce saying that. To me, this was Jayce telling Viktor that it's *okay* to not be perfect. That it's okay to be disabled. Not that it's a good thing to be, but that it's not a horrifically bad thing either. Jayce *loves* Viktor (platonically or romantically, your choice, but they're soulmates no matter how you slice it). We see Viktor go from a mostly confident and sassy young man to a shell of himself who believes he's unworthy of standing next to Jayce even though they're partners. Viktor was never unworthy, no matter how his disease progressed, and that's what Jayce is trying to emphasize. Jayce is telling Viktor, "You are loved, I love you, and nothing will ever change that no matter what you think." It echos Jinx and Vi in a way. Jinx thinks she's unlovable, bad luck, but Vi doesn't. She'll never give up on trying to help and love her sister, and the same way Jayce will never give up trying to save and love his partner. Jayce isn't telling Viktor he should have stayed disabled. He's telling him that his disability doesn't make him less of a person and who he is, that perfection does nothing but hurt when it requires impossible standards.

[bitchy-ish]

I hate being sad abt the Marauders so todays post will be the idea I cooked up abt how Peter didn’t betray them and everyone lived!

So Sirius does in fact ask to make Peter the secret keeper for two reasons:

He’s actually amazing at keeping secrets.

Sirius is worried that his family would assume he was the secret keeper and come for him and get James and Lily’s address.

Do they think to tell anyone other than the 4 Marauders(+Lily) of this change? No. They do not.

The Order chooses Peter to be a spy in the Death Eaters because, despite how everyone thought he was weak minded and easily swayed (something that was cultivated because of the pranks), he was not but he could perception of him for the good of inside information.

So Peter has this whole alter ego story about why he chose to switch sides and he has it ready, who he isn’t expecting to run into though, was Regulus.

Regulus was forced to get the dark mark when Sirius officially left the family. He had been putting it off because he wasn’t sure he wanted it, and after getting it and being forced to be more involved he knew for sure he didn’t want to be a death eater. His issue was he didn’t know how to leave his family without just getting killed by them, he didn’t have anywhere to go and there wasn’t a way for him to contact Sirius.

So when he see’s Peter Pettigrew, one of his brother’s close friends, at a Death Eater meeting, he immediately feels like this can be an out for him.

So he goes up to Peter, and asks him about why he changed sides, and Peter rattles off his story but Regulus see’s his mouth twitch just slightly and how he was fidgeting with his fingers, and knows he’s lying. He asks to go on a walk outside with intentions on “catching him up” on what he’d have missed. This is when he tells him his whole thing and Peter takes him back to The Order’s hideout.

He told everyone what was going on, and after some veritaserum they deem him to be telling the truth and bring him into The Order.

Now onto October 31, 1981.

Peter does not sell them out !!!!!!!

This is where them not telling anyone about Peter being secret keeper backfires.

They continue to have Peter be a spy and get a lot of good information on him, but after Regulus’ disappearance the Death Eaters are suspicious and do veritaserum on Peter, where he does in fact tell Voldemort James and Lily’s address.

Of course as soon as he can he apparated back to the order and is screaming for people to get there as soon as possible and help them and that he’s sorry, and then suddenly Lily and James appear through the floo, very frazzled and scared, and James is crying but Lily is sort of shell shocked.

That night Harry is asleep in his crib and James and Lily are getting ready for bed.

Lily gets like this feeling of ‘go check on Harry!!!’ and goes into the room and see’s Voldemort over Harry’s crib.

She yells for him to get away and gets in between the two of them, begging for him to kill her instead of him.

James runs in at this point, with his wand, and before he can say anything Voldemort blasts some magic at him and knocks him out, quickly doing the same to Lily.

When he tries to kill Harry though, the same happens as in canon and the spell blasts back and kills him, all because Lily did give up her life for Harry, she just happened to not die in this instance.

So then after her and James wake up, which is only a few minutes later, they grab Harry and immediately floo away and too The Order’s hide out.

So then Harry grows up with a huge nice family who are all there for him and comfort him when he finds out about the prophecy on his name.

And (bc i love Jegulily) he gets a second dad who he loves very much, and who ends up the potions teacher at Hogwarts, along with Snape, they split the houses and somehow Gryffindor ends up in Snape’s and when Snape is bullying both Harry and Neville, Lily and Alice (who didn’t get tortured bc of some sort of butterfly affect) are livid and send howlers to Dumbledore and get the teachers to be switched.

The first two years do still happen with Quarrel and Lockhart, but Remus ends up staying after his year, and because Snape isn’t the only one there he doesn’t get revealed as a werewolf.

I will def elaborate more on other fun stories within this universe I created within Harry Potter but this post is so long already so thats all for now!