#oh and i need to write about sailor moon

[speakyskelly-1999]

so i finished the live action one peice

i know want to know where it goes

so my optionare are

a) watch the anime

b) read the manga

or

c) wait to see if Netflix accounces a season 2 of the live action

one of these are a lot more favorable that the others

[cherrycolored-punk]

take a bite out of these

just an updated list of all of my favorite creators so far! I’m sure there will be plenty more added 🖤

thank you for sharing your talent and your amazing creations!

this is a little long so all recs are below the cut !

can also follow my tag #el’s fic recs

Eddie -

crash + fall by @trashmouth-richie - an ongoing soulmate AU series about my favorite freak that I’m already so very in love with and is written so beautifully.

she fucking hates me by @littlexdeaths - I’m still foaming at the mouth over this bully!Eddie x reader fic. it’s so fucking hot and I don’t think I’ll be over it any time soon (or ever).

after hours by @hellfire--cult - I am fairly new to the omegaverse and holy fuck what an introduction this was. I love a dominate Eddie and oh my god did Roe deliver.

sailor’s delight by @dr-aculaaa - this fic made me YEARN in a way I wasn’t prepared for. Drac is an amazing writer and I just wanna live in this little world they created.

let's go, don't wait by @carolmunson - the fic that has me questioning why none of my online dates have ever been this good. I fucking love this story so much, just wanna live in a world where teacher!Eddie falls in love with.

daylight by @abibliophobiaa - while I tend to stay away from pregnancy!AUs, this one had me hooked. It's cute, sweet, hot. I need a dad!Eddie stat.

twenty-four hours / coffee shop blues by @ghost-proofbaby - ghost is hands down one of my favorite Eddie writers. She writes him in a way that makes me fall in love time and time again. as a bonus, if you're a fan of astarion, she's written the moon will sing (i love you like the sun) which is just as beautifully written as the rest of her works.

the biology tutor by @mrsjellymunson - I binged this in a day, the premise and the smut were so damn hot that I couldn't get enough.

everlong by @andvys - this was my first introduction to andy's work and it has remained a favorite ever since. has so many amazing stories but there's something about a secret relationship behind Steve's back that gets me.

the yes policy / wish you were here by @pinkrelish - the way I lost sleep reading through both of these fics. I love the worlds that Alyson created and the version of Eddie she gifted us with. I've read them over and over again.

to know you’re mine by @blueywrites - I read through this series in a day, losing sleep may I add, because I was that addicted to it. I will admit, at first, I didn’t think it’d be my jam because of the swinger dynamic but holy shit does Bluey make it both tender and hot at the same time. I almost combusted. I seriously couldn’t get enough. She is an amazing writer and I can’t wait to read more of her work.

for your viewing pleasure / shelter from the storm by @rebelfell - the way Sarah has me absolutely on my knees for Eddie every time I read one of her fics…they genuinely leave me UNWELL (in the best way). like for your viewing pleasure? I was a little unsure at first (would I get jealous over a fictional man having relations with other fictional women?) but then I devoured it. it’s so insanely hot and she is one of the best smut writers on here. and shelter from the storm? pllleeeeasseee Eddie show up on my doorstep to check up on me in a storm. Please offer to get me there.

Steve -

we tried the world / she drives me crazy by @upsidedownwithsteve - if there is an author I equate with a character, it's Emmy with Steve. I was a diehard Eddie girl until I read her stories and fell in love with my favorite dork again and again. All her works are seriously a gift that I always return to.

all i really want is you / colors by @loveshotzz - the first author that made me even consider an older!Steve let alone fall in love with him over and over in every way she writes him. I will never be over either of these fics and re-visit them all the time.

we'll call it love by @superblysubpar - I've said before that this is part of my top ten and still is to this day. I revisit it often, falling back into this world. dreaming of this steve. story is so witty, funny and hot while also remaining tender in many moments. Also, simply the best - the title is pretty self-explanatory because the story is already that…simply the best. It’s ongoing but I am already hooked. I love the Spider-Man!Steve AU and Taylor is an amazing writer so I know it’s only going to keep getting better.

asking for a favor by @wroteclassicaly - this struck me right in all the perfect feels and Kristen has a way of doing that. I have a long to be read list but Kristen is all over it. She's an amazing writer and I love all her angst / smut.

Jonathan -

rise and shine by @eiightysixbaby - I hadn’t read a fic for Jonathan before, or really considered it, but man…this fic managed to convert me. Now I need him in the biblical sense.

Billy -

no charge by @hellfire--cult - oh. my. fuck. what a fast conversion this was to a Billy fan. Jaw on the floor, wondering why I don’t have a hot hot hot Billy knocking on my floor to give me the ultimate striptease plus 8 inches extra.

honey honey by @pastel-pillows - speaking of my fast train to a Billy fan, this is the fic that really started it all. He is so sweet in this, and I just ache for a soft Billy since reading this amazing fic.

@boltedfruit

@selineabanto

@xgumiho

@tubesock86

@stervrucht

@toktopus-art

@donttellunclesam

@littleststarfighter

@tellme-astory

@jemmacdraws

@obligatedart

@strangergraphics (graphics / headers / dividers)

@hugdealer (some of my favorites edited photos of Eddie)

@freckledjoes (photos / gifs)

@werewolfnat (formerly kingofscoops)

@djo

@steveharringtondaily

@batty4steddie

@emziess

most, if not all, of these are Eddie coded

you know I can eat you better than he can

getting hate fucked on your crushes bed by his best friend

post campaign pleasure with your dungeon master

your bully finds out you have a crush on him

[wayfayrr]

"Wait no you're not supposed to get hurt."

First of the 400 follower raffle winners!!! took a little longer to write than planned but it's here! This is for @the-moon-files and it's masc!human!reader with the chain, it doesn't touch on all of the hcs I have for humans/hylians but it's made very clear that there is a difference :3c

[masterlist]

“Um, [name]? Are you sure you don’t need a potion, that gash you got on your leg seems like it’ll get infected if you don’t use a potion or anything other than bandages.”

“Thanks for the concern sky but-”

“Yes, I know most potions don’t work for us. It’s why luv and bertie spent so long perfecting recipes that have any positive effect.”

Us? US? After months of traveling with the chain, having to explain new differences between me and them sky decides to drop a bomb like this???? Is he messing with me or something? My face must have said exactly what I’m thinking considering he pulled back with a nervous giggle. 

“I forgot to mention it, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah you did. It would have been very nice to know I’m not the only human here earlier.”

“Sorry, I was so happy not being the only one anymore that I forgot… to actually tell you. But really can’t this whole thing wait until we’ve dealt with your injury?”

That’s fair, I’m still a tad bitter over it but I can understand. He’s got a look of guilt and concern on his own face now, his hands twitching and half reaching for the gash on my leg before pulling back reluctantly. Begging for my permission to help with puppy dog eyes glancing back and forth simply begging for approval. Hopefully he hasn't noticed that it's a bit worse than just a gash.

“If you’re sure that it won’t just be a waste of supplies then go ahead I guess.”

“I’m certain it’ll help you, not as much as it would the traveller or the champion but it’ll help.”

The potion feels strange in the wound as he goes about applying it, it’s almost similar to antiseptic but with less of a sting. Not anything like what I thought with how the other links down them like it’s honey or something, maybe they just taste a lot better than they feel. Maybe they’re just different for humans. No way to really tell. Before long he’s finished with that though, moving on to simply bandaging it. 

“Skyyyyyyyy you’ve been over here hogging his attention for ages when are y- oh I…”

It seems wind didn’t notice the reason sky’s been ‘hogging’ me then, does that mean that sky was just watching me in the battle. Probably just cause he’s enamored by not being the only human now, nothing to look into beyond that. I’m overthinking it. 

“[name]? When did - Twi said humans are invincible, how did you - how did they - You’re alright right?”

“I’m alright kiddo, sky’s just been helping me with some of his own potions.”

“Wait twi’s been saying what?”

Seems Sky’s just as shocked as I am, he wouldn’t have said anything otherwise, so this isn’t commonly known. Or true but that’s another thing. Was it his attempt at getting wind to not be so wound up that most potions and magic is about as effective on me as carrying water in a sieve. But that just means that if something were to happen, like maybe y’know - right now, he’s going to get more messed up than otherwise. Twilight wouldn’t do that, he’s a bit dense sometimes but he loves the sailor like a brother. Does that mean this is just something he believes himself? He grew up in ordon it’s not impossible.

“Wind please when did Twilight say that?”

“He said it when we found out [name] is a human, why are you so bothered by what twi is saying about him?” 

“I think sky is just worried about any rumours going around, no need to snap at him for it.”

“Yeah, just worried about rumours, yeah.”

“Well if anyone should be worried about those ‘rumours’ it should be ME - what if… what if you got hurt worse… we wouldn’t be able to - we wouldn’t know… even if we were to use a potion it'd just blend in with your blood and we could miss places...”

The exact reason why twilight shouldn’t have told wind this is happening right now, and I don’t know how to comfort him. He’s crying and stressed over me getting hurt despite sky-treating it, despite me being fine. It’s not like it’s just wind upset either, I don’t think I’ve seen sky so stressed in all the time I’ve known him. It’s almost like he’s been caught in a lie, wait now that I think about it his ears look hylian, has he not told the chain either? Too many questions and not enough time or words to get all the answers. And he knows I want them.

“I- I’m going to tell wild that he’ll need to make some more potions. I’ll send twi over as well if he’s not busy with anything else. Your leg should be fine now, just don’t move too quick or take the bandages off unless it’s to replace them with clean ones.”

And now sky’s gone, leaving me with an overwhelmed wind. Who looks honestly more confused over Sky leaving the way he did than upset over me being hurt, which is somewhat of an improvement I guess? It’s better than having him stressed out over a little gash. 

“Was it just me or was sky-”

“Really nervous? I’m sure he’s got a reason to be kiddo, who knows maybe he’s just anxious over me getting infected.”

“INFECTED!?”

Oh, I should not have said that, it’s like wind didn’t even consider that that could possibly happen. And now I’ve sparked his worry all over again. 

“hey I didn't mean to -”

“If you can get infected we've gotta be extra careful and and - [name] we've gotta tell time before he pushes you way too hard and something else happens.”

“Nothing else is gonna happen, I'm fine I promise you that.”

How long is he going to be pouting over me getting injured, it’s not a big deal, I’m not going to die or anything. 

"What're you two doin' that's causin' Sky to act up like some cuccos durin’ a lightnin' storm?"

“IT’S CAUSE [NAME] GOT INJURED, HIS LEG GOT CUT.”

His ears drooped faster than wolfies tail would start to wag if you offered him some pets. Which proves the fact that twilight wasn’t telling wind a lie to make him concerned for no reason, he genuinely thought that humans couldn’t be hurt. I - don’t really know what to think now, I mean it is good that it wasn’t him lying intentionally but how long has he lived with humans, how long has he had to learn that this isn’t true??? He’s what 24? Has Rusl or no one else gotten hurt in any of those twenty-four years? 

“Ya - ya got hurt ‘nd didn’t tell?”

“Well sky was helping me and then-”

“Neither of ya thought ta tell? Y’ain’t think I shoulda known?”

Is - is he going to start crying? I knew twi was pretty soft-hearted but to start crying over me not thinking to tell him about just a small little cut into my leg? Why’s he so personally offended that he wasn’t told any sooner, does he really care so much about someone he’s only met recently? 

“I mean, I thought that’s what sky was going over to you for?”

“I well yeah, yer right, that’s part of why he did.”

“Hey are we missing the point!? [Name] got HURT when you said humans were near invincible!”

“That really isn’t the important thing right now wind, I think twi only said that so you wouldn’t worry about me. Right?”

Go along with it, see on my face that I’m trying to get you to go along with this so that wind doesn’t get more stressed and just go along with it. Please. If he doesn’t then I will never be able to move on from this, and I don’t think that anyone would appreciate being lectured for something that you genuinely have no control over. 

“Right?”

“Ah righ’, wind you know I were only sayin’ that so you wouldn’t worry, yeah?”

“Oh sure you say that now, but before it was all ‘Humans were blessed to be invincible by the spirit ordona because of the goddess hylia’s hatred of them.”

“Aigh’, and I was tellin ya that so you won’t worry.” 

Well wind clearly doesn’t believe him, he doesn’t sound certain of himself either to be honest. But the sailor seems to be done stressing over it now, ran himself out of energy it seems. Nuzzling into my side with a pout. 

“Come on kiddo, it’s not worth a grudge with one of your big bros.”

No response, But a very disappointed twi now. Offended from me not apparently telling him fast enough or whatever, which just feels like a weird reason more than anything. Besides even that it’s not like he’s known me long, he really shouldn’t be as bothered as he is. 

“Wind please, I don’t think it’ll do me any good staying on the floor like this either.”

“...f’ne.”

Hinting at something worse happening did just the trick as I hoped and got him up onto his feet, while giving me the silent treatment as twi helps me to my feet. Just gotta hope that the break won’t get any worse now that I'm standing. Or noticed. I’m already lucky enough that sky didn’t pick up on it, because I know that the second anyone learns it’s going to pull us all to a halt. Hell for all I know he’s hiding that he saw it to go tattle on me to time, never would have known that he could lie so well so I can only hope he won't use it like this. But what do I know, he could do anything just to get some extra sleep in.

[gay-wh0re-slut]

HEYYA

can you please write a rhea x fem!reader where they are both at a friends for their birthday, and everyone ends up playing seven minutes in heaven and rhea & reader end up having to play together and end up just having a good convo (maybe some makeout time too😏) and later that night sneak away and secretly hook up (smut pleaseee😍)

shut upppppp this is so goodddddd im giggling and kicking my feet right now omgggg

after writing: this turned out to be a bit long but i couldn’t stop writing. i got a lil flustered writing this one so i hope you like it too eeeee

Present

rhea ripley x fem!reader

content: meeting a hot buff goth wrestler at a friends party but of course you get picked to join her for 7 minutes in heaven. will it get spicy? will there be kissing? who knows?!

You’ve know Zelina since high school and you’ve always been kinda close. Not close enough to where the two of you would hang out everyday but enough to where you could get lunch and it not be awkward. One day at a lunch, she invited you to her birthday party and told you that there was someone that she wanted you to meet.

“I’m not sure if she’s your type but I think you two would get along at least,” she said.

“I don’t even know my type anymore, seems like everyone is either taken or just plain weird,” you fired back.

She left it at that but you both laughed at your statement. You had been struggling to find someone to find you interesting enough to at least to keep a conversation going past two days. Who knows, she might be a great matchmaker.

The day came and her theme was cartoons, of course. So you decided to lazily dress up as Daphne from Scooby Doo. You bought her a gift card to a local craft store as her gift because she’s always making something for a cosplay.

“Hi!! Thank you for coming!” Zelina embraced you carefully so that she wouldn’t mess up her Sailor Moon cosplay too much.

“Of course! Happy birthday!” You followed her in to the kitchen to place the gift by the others. “Do you need help with anything?”

“As of right now, I think I’m good, thank you though!” she smiled as she carried a platter of snacks to the living room.

“Zelina!” you heard an australian accent, “Where are napkins?”

“I’ll get them, one sec,” she said but was quickly cut off.

“Please it’s your day and you’ve already done so much, let me get them. Where are they?” You heard shuffling from the other room.

“You’re too sweet. They’re in the cabinet, under the island in the kitchen.”

“Be right back,” the accent was deep but you could tell that she had lived in the states for a while. She sounded familiar but you couldn’t make it out.

As you were pouring a drink for yourself at the Punch Bar that had cutouts and stickers of WWE things, you heard heels clicking on the tile floor. So you turned to see who it was. A dark figure was crouched at the island. She was wearing tall black platform heels, fishnets, and from behind all you could see was a dark purple cape draped over broad shoulders.

She quickly grabbed the napkins and stood up facing you, “oh, sorry,” her light blue eyes stared into you as purple eyeshadow complimented them perfectly. The hood on her head was placed to frame her face just right, “just needed napkins.” She gave you a smile as she raised her shoulder and scrunched her nose before clicking away again back into the living room.

You were frozen. She was so enchanting. You couldn’t even process what she was supposed to be. You stood silently barely holding onto the cup in your hand, your mouth ran dry, and your heart was beating faster.

“Y/N! You good in there?!” you heard Zelina yell.

“Y-yeah,” you gathered yourself as quickly as possible and walked towards her voice, “couldn’t decide what I wanted.”

“All good! This is Rhea, the girl I was telling you about,” she gestured to the same dark figure that was in the kitchen moments ago.

“Aw you talk about me?” her accent flew to your ears gracefully.

“Don’t let it get to your head Mami,” Zelina laughed before turning back to you, “but you know everyone else right?”

“Hi, yes I do,” your voice was higher than usual because you were nervous, which you quickly fixed, “nice to meet you,” you finally glanced down at the black body suit and the belt she was wearing, “Oh you’re Raven from Teen Titans!”

“I am!” Rhea flicked the cape behind her dramatically. “I’ve only seen a few episodes but I know Z really likes it.”

“Yeah it’s good!” you couldn’t think of anything to say you were so taken aback by her beauty.

“I’ve heard! Nice to finally meet you,” she giggled before turning back to the party.

The party went on as usual. Talking, drinking, yelling, dancing. Everyone was just tipsy enough to think that playing Seven Minutes in Heaven was a good idea.

“Alright let’s spin this bottle to see who goes,” Zelina slurred her words a bit, it was quite funny to be honest.

So she spins and of course it lands on you, why wouldn’t it.

“Oooooh!!” everyone chimed in.

She spun the bottle again and of course it lands on Rhea, why wouldn’t it.

“Okay you two! I don’t have a closet in here so the bathroom will have to do,” the birthday girl pointed to the door just outside the living room, “Go on! You only have seven minutesssss!”

You let out a big sigh before getting up to walk towards the bathroom. Rhea follows and clicks behind you. Your heart was already beating so fast you felt like it was going to pop out of your chest.

Rhea locked the door behind her, “Well…”

“Well,” you choked.

The two of you leaned on opposite walls. Her muscular arms were crossed as yours were behind you. It was silent for a good minute or so before the australian broke it.

“How do you know Z?”

“Since highschool, but we’ve only recently gotten close. What about you?”

“We work together.”

“Oh you wrestle too?”

“Yeah, on Mondays though, she’s on Fridays,” she chuckled.

“Oh, nice,” you sounded interested but it was so hard to talk to such a pretty person.

“It might be the alcohol talking but I think you’re really pretty,” the wrestler blurted out.

“W-what?” you almost choked, “I-I mean, uh thank you.”

“You’re like…so hot,” she covered her mouth as if she didn’t know she was going to say that either.

“Yeah I think it’s the alcohol,” you laughed. “But for what it’s worth, I think you’re really pretty too.” Where the sudden confidence came from you didn’t know but, it was now or never to shoot your shot.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you’re like…so hot,” you mocked.

“Thank you,” her face got a little red so she readjusted her stance, “We only have like four minutes left.”

“Yeah,” you wanted to make a move so badly but you didn’t want to push it.

“Do you wanna kiss?” she said in the most confident tone ever.

“Sorry?” your face also turned red at the thought of her close to you.

“Well we gotta do something if we both think the other is hot! But if you don’t want-”

“Yes.”

“Oh, well,” she took a deep breath and took the one step it took to get to you, “you sure?”

Your breathing was labored, your heart was pounding, you were getting hot, “yeah.”

A devilish smile grew on her face which sent you overboard. She gently held your face and kissed you softly. She held it for longer than you thought she would. When she let go, you knew you needed more. So you grabbed the collar of the cape and pulled her in again. This time your lips danced together like they were meant to be. Her hands roamed your body as you held her close. You loved the feeling of her on you, it’s been so long since someone has done anything remotely close.

The way her loud breathing made you feel so weak in the knees, you needed to hear more of it. You pushed her back against her wall with a thud and small moan came from her.

“Didn’t take you to be the dominant type,” she said out of breath.

“I can do both,” you smiled.

“Good to know,” her voice was deep.

That alone made you go crazy. You knew her lipstick was smearing onto you from how her lips looked but you didn’t care. It had been so long since someone simply wanted you that you couldn’t control yourself. Your hands were on her waist holding her back as hers were in your hair pulling you toward her as your lips danced once more. When you remembered that she was wearing a one piece you were pissed, you had it all planned out to sneak your hand where you wanted to most. Instead you opted to just sneak it above the fabric, very thin fabric at that.

A small gasp left her lips as her icy blue eyes rolled back before she fluttered them closed. You started to gently caress her center, her labored breathing-

“TIMES UP!” Zelina yelled as she knocked on the door loudly before trying to open the door.

“Fuck,” Rhea said hitting her head on the wall.

“Glad you locked it,” you joked kissing her once more before peeling yourself off of her.

She stayed on her wall looking defeated while you wiped off her lipstick from you before unlocking the door.

“He- ooooooh, helloooo,” Zelina giggled while playfully biting her finger.

“Not a word,” the wrestler said behind you as she placed her hands on your shoulders before moving past the both of you.

“Whatever you say Mami,” she giggled again before heading back to the living room.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly thinking that this was the craziest thing that’s happened to you maybe ever.

The party goes on, people get chosen by the Goodness of God, AKA the wine bottle that they were spinning.

Rhea had silently handed her phone to you with the contacts app open, ready for you to add your number in. Your heart pounded with happiness as you shakily typed it in. She already had a heart with flames emoji by your name.

About an hour went by and you received a text from an unknown number. When you looked around the room, you saw Raven staring back at you with a sly smile, licking her teeth. You shivered at her stare so you read the text assuming it was from her.

Meet me at my truck in 10 min.

You watched her get up and silently walk out the door. The others were too drunk to notice her slip out.

So you waited. Somehow patiently, but you got more nervous as time went on, it felt like hours that you were waiting but you had one eye on the clock on the side table the entire time.

Ten minutes finally passed but you waited an extra minute to not seem so desperate. You stood, “I’ll be right back,” you whispered to the birthday girl. She gave you a drunken smile with a nod.

Once you walked out the door, you realized that there were a lot of trucks and you weren’t too sure about which one was hers. You walked around a bit looking for any sign.

“Took ya long enough,” you heard her accent.

Your heart jumped a little, “how was I supposed to know which was yours,” you gestured to the multiple trucks surrounding you.

She was leaned against her ride, arms crossed and one foot over the other. She stared for a few seconds then let out a sigh, “get in.”

“You’re not gonna murder me are you?”

“We’ll see,” She said. You could feel her devilish smile from there.

As you got closer to her, she opened the door to the back seat for you. You gave her a look of appreciation before climbing in. To your surprise, she followed you in and closed the door behind her.

After a slight awkward silence of her adjusting herself, you broke the ice, “What did yo-”

“Sit,” she patted her thighs.

You hesitated, blinking at her, silently asking if she was serious. She raised her eyebrows at you to answer your question. It took a good minute for you to get comfortable but you obeyed. Her threat from earlier seemed a little too real so you didn’t want to risk it.

Her hands immediately clung onto the sides of your torso, slowly running them down to your hips and down your thighs. A shiver ran through you instantly.

“We don’t have long until they notice we’re both gone,” she whispered before removing a hand from your thigh and pulling at the back of your neck. Her soft lips traced your jaw line down your neck as far as she could reach without getting uncomfortable before going back up.

A small moan fell out of you. You were bracing yourself on the headrest with one hand while the other was tangled in her black hair. “I think we will be alright for a while,” you said weakly.

“This shouldn’t take long,” she scoffed.

You backed away from her, looking into her dimly lit eyes, offended, “so you think I’m easy?”

“No, I’m just good at what I do,” she fired back proudly.

With how she was making you feel and you’ve barely done anything, obviously she was right but you couldn’t let her know that, at least not yet. “Riiight,” you rolled your eyes.

A hand quickly found your neck, gripping it tightly, “don’t underestimate me, princess.” Her breath was heavy on your lips as she glared at them.

You didn’t know you liked that until this moment. It caught you off guard but you liked it so bad. “I’m s-sorry,” you choked out. You couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Her hand alleviated the pressure but moved to the side of your neck pulling your head with it. She took the opportunity to bite at your ear, “quick leaner.”

Without you realizing it, her other hand had slipped under your skirt. As she continued to nip and kiss at your neck, the tattooed hand began to caress where you needed her most.

“Mmm,” she breathed, “that’s what I thought,” as she felt you soaking through the booty shorts you wore underneath.

All you could respond with was a moan louder than before. Arching your back at her touch, she began to draw small circles on your center.

“Mmmfuck,” you whined.

She chuckled deeply sending another shiver through you and straight to your core. Going back to kissing your lips, her free hand was now bracing your lower back wanting to sneak to your ass. Both of your hands were cupping her jaw, pulling her in as close as possible. Your hips began to grind on her hand ever so slightly as she matched your rhythm perfectly.

Minutes went by but you couldn’t get enough of her, you needed more. So you grabbed her hand and guided it under the waistband of your shorts hoping she would get the hint.

“A lil desperate, are we?” she smiled into the next kiss.

“Yes,” you kissed her, “fuck,” you kissed again, “please,” you kissed her once more.

“I don’t know, I think I like hearing you beg,” her devilish smile grew back as she ran her tongue over her teeth. The tongue piercing glinted in the street light. Your eyes grew wide at the sight, somehow you didn’t notice it before.

“Are you really gonna make me?”

“If you want me to fuck you,” she said so confidently.

Your mouth fell open. Fuck, here we go. “Fine. Please fuck me,” you said in the blandest tone.

“Oh c’mon, at least act like you want it,” and with that her hand snuck under the shorts and found your wet center, toying with your clit.

You gasped at the new sensation as you threw your head back.

“Now, do you want to try again?” she growled.

“Mhmm,” you bit your lip. The hand started to slowly work its magic, “please,” you whined this time.

“Aw, you can do better,” she added more pressure, “What do you want, princess?”

You rested your forehead on hers, barely holding yourself up from the amount of oxygen you were losing by holding your breath to not let as many moans escape but you couldn’t hold back anymore. You needed her…immediately. “God, please fuck me. I need you so bad, please.”

“I usually go by Mami but God works too,” she chuckled, “but good enough.” So she gently plunged two fingers inside of you.

“FUCK,” you cried out throwing your head back again before letting it drop back forward onto her shoulder.

She slowly pumped in and out of you as best she could. Your hips automatically found their rhythm. Breathless moans were spilling out of you as the familiar knot in your stomach was quickly forming. Her free hand was now on your ass helping you ride her fingers.

You gained some strength to lift your head up to start kissing her again. Moaning into her mouth, your hand tangled themselves in her hair once more. A few more seconds and the knot was almost undone, “Shit, I’m go-”

“Prove it,” she cut you off knowing exactly what you were going to say.

Repeated whines filled the truck as you were sweating and breathless, your arms were weak and your legs were weaker. Finally, the knot was free and you came, hard, “OH GOD,” your eyes rolled back as your back arched, your hands anchoring you to her neck. “FUCK!” as you slammed your head back onto her shoulder. Waves of pleasure shot through your body as you continued to ride it out.

She noticed that your legs began to shake so she slowly pulled out, letting you catch your breath. You heard a noise next to your ear so you lifted your head to find her sucking her fingers clean.

“Holy shit,” you breathed.

“Told you I was good,” she cooed.

“Shut up.”

[sailoryooons]

🧡🎃 my queen. i have been sent here by the guardians of the moons to slip a drabble request of spooky-weenie love. we can keep it rated pg 13, imply relationship/smut if you desire. however i shall be here — looking for the young lad taehyung, dressed up as prince charming at a heavily intoxicated halloween party. frantically searching for his partner, oc!cinderella, as he realizes the strap to one of her heels have broke and she is walking around barefoot without her shoes on (typical cinderella amirite?) and as the goodest of boyfies — he is just trying to take care of his girl. oh, and he discovers — after searching throughout the entire complex — that she has accidentally gone overboard after her last intense and competitive game of beer pong and oc has found solace in a bush outside the house 😂😅🥹 to where her tiara sits crooked on top of her drunken head and her prince charming comes to assist her with whatever else has gone wrong 🤪🧡

❀ Pairing: Taehyung x f. reader

❀ Summary: Taehyung loves being your prince charming, even if it means trying to find where you’ve wandered off to in the middle of a Halloween party without your shoes. 

❀ Word Count: 1,657

❀ Genre: Established relationship, Fluff, Drunken Silliness

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: Taehyung is a simp!!! Recreational drinking, reader is absolutely tanked but in a funny way, Taehyung is drunk but not as drunk, general descriptions of being drunk, one very sweet kiss, talks about toes djgdogidjgid, one sexual thought slipping through Taehyung’s brain

❀ Published: October 10, 2023

❀ A/N: THIS IS FOR MY QUEEN MAGGIE!!! MY BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL SAILOR MAGGIE! Everyone is just going to have to accept the bit about the toes and the running around barefoot in this because listen - we had a vision and I stuck with it and!!! Taehyung just loves her even if she’s ten-toe hogging it around a party with no zappatos on!! This was so fun and sweet to write and my god I need to write Taehyung more because I’m so down bad  for him rgoidjgodijgdoigj. THIS IS ONLY GRAMMARLY EDITED SFODIGJ PLEASE FORGIVE ME EVERYONE. 

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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When Taehyung sees the silver pair of heels kicked off outside of Jimin’s bathroom, he knows it’s over for you. He still can’t help but smile, bending down to scoop them up by the straps, dangling off of his fingers. 

Jimin’s house is full of creatures and goblins and ghouls and in Taehyung’s case, a prince. The itchy fabric of the Prince Charming costume is nearly insufferably where it rubs at his neck, the overcoat sweltering in the heated atmosphere of the Halloween party. 

Music thumps as Taehyung navigates out of the hall, swiveling his head as he goes. Fifteen minutes ago you had announced rather loudly - and with a wicked lean that nearly knocked over the beer pong table you’d been championing - that had to relieve yourself. Taehyung watched with a buzzed grin as you picked your way toward the hall, lifting the skirts of your Cinderella dress to avoid anyone tramping on it. 

Now, there’s no Cinderella dress in sight. 

Taehyung pops into the kitchen, hoping to find you drinking water. Only Yoongi hides in the kitchen, ripping off the cat ears Hoseok has stuck on his head. Taehyung spots the fridge and realizes that you might want water when he finds you. He needs water to find you, the room spinning a little and his mouth still awash with the aftertaste of the witches' brew Seokjin had plied him with. 

“Have you seen Cinderella anywhere?” Taehyung asks Yoongi.

Yoongi scowls as he wets his hands under the faucet and starts wiping at the cat nose on his face. 

“I think she went out in the backyard. Something about a pumpkin at midnight.” Taehyung snickers and shakes his head. “She was also missing shoes. And said something about pong champ.”

Taehyung holds up the items in question. “I think she might have crushed it a little too much at the pong table. She's running around barefoot”

“Well, it is Halloween. Maybe she’s in touch with the Hallow’s Eve or whatever Or your princess turned into a werewolf and is currently howling like a fiend.”

“Uh-huh. Good luck with your cat nose.”

“Good luck with your princess. Or werewolf.”  

Little does Yoongi know, Taehyung is always lucky with you. From the day that he bumped into you in a coffee shop, to the first date you went on, to years later, sharing an apartment above the coffee shop you love so dearly, Taehyung has been lucky every day. 

He grins thinking about it, opening up the back door and heading into the year. It’s a crispy night, cool air brushing against the sweat gathered at the back of his neck. He pauses for a moment to shrug out of the itchy, cornflower blue overcoat of his Prince Charming costume to reveal a white tee. 

Tying the coat around his waist, Taehyung surveys the yard. There’s no one outside that he can see, but the porch lights reflect all the way to the fence. Jogging down the steps, he glances up at the sky. It’s the perfect night, a thousand stars mapped across the world in perfect silence. 

It makes sense that you would come out here, he thinks. You love to look at the stars, but most of all, Taehyung knows you’d like to lie down somewhere and look at the skies after having something to drink. Knowing you, you’d have come out for fresh air after realizing how drunk you were in the bathroom, only to get distracted by the sky.

He loves that about you, though. Loves that he can somehow piece together the way your mind works, loves that the natural course of trajectory for you was through the kitchen and out into the yard with a flippant comment about a pumpkin. 

“Jagiya?” Taeyhung calls out, warm breath fogging in front of him.

“Pa-riiiiince!” 

Taehyung turns around to look at the garden. He raises his brows when he sees your legs sticking out from the mulch. He presses his hand to his mouth, trying to conceal his laughter and shock that you are crushing Jimin’s marigolds. 

He jogs over to you, finding you on your back with your hands tucked behind your head. You don’t seem to mind that you’re splat in the middle of flowers and dirt, your misty eyes fixated up on the sky with your mouth open in a dizzy smile. 

You look radiant. Bathed in moonlight, eyes wide and lost in the sky. Even if your crown is a little crooked and your dress is a little stained, Taehyung feels his heart rate speed up. You may be dressed as a princess for the night, but you look like a goddess. Ethereal. 

Taehyung feels a little dizzy. You reach for him and he complies, unable to say no to you as he sits and feels the marigolds crush under his ass. Your hands are warm and soft in his as you sigh in delight, thrilled to see him. 

“The stars are so wonderful,” you breathe. You turn your head. He notices the yellow petals stuck in your hair. Your face changes from wonder to something else. Adoration, he thinks. Taehyung’s stomach flips as you squeeze his hand. “Almost as beautiful as my Prince Charming.”

“My Cinderella is beautiful too.” He holds your shoes up. “Even if she is running around ten-toeing it, barefoot in the middle of the night.” 

You squeal, making grabby hands at the shoes. He lets you have them, laughing as you grab them and hold them to your chest, closing your eyes. Your head lulls to the side and he can see the sleepiness pulling at your edges. 

“You’re sloshed, huh?”

“Like a coke slushie from the movie, Your Princely-Highness-Lord.” 

He can’t fight his grin. “Have you had any water?”

“Champions don’t drink water.” He holds out the bottle of water to you anyway. You reach for it but miss several times before your greedy little fingers get a hold of it. As he lets it go, you loose  your grip and it hits you square in the face. “Motherfucker, the water is attacking the champion!”

Time to get you home.

“It’s after midnight, Princess Champion. We gotta hitch a ride on the pumpkin.”

“Get the cat to drive,” you mutter, not opening your eyes. “He was trying to wipe his nose off in the kitchen.”

Picking himself off the ground, Taehyung manages to get you up and dusted off. You sway in front of him, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. He can see the desire boiling there, and though it makes the blood rush to his groin, he ignores it, knowing you both need bed. 

Kneeling down, Taehyung slips your shoes back on. He’s careful, lifting your feet by the ankle to delicately slide the straps up. You’re nearly asleep as he works, eyes fluttering as his touch skims along your cooling skin. It’s only then he realizes that your shoe is broken and that leaving it on your foot and having you walk is dangerous. 

Sighing, he takes them back off, intent to carry you to the Uber and up to your apartment. His fingers make you wake up a little, swinging your head down as you say, “Hey weirdo. I have a boyfriend - a prince, to be exact - and he wouldn’t appreciate you touching my toes. Those are his.”

Taehyung laughs and stands up. He looks down his nose at you. You have to tilt your head back to see him, breath coming out in sweet little puffs that smell like juice. “Oh,” you say as Taehyung lowers his mouth, nose brushing yours. “You’re my boyfriend. These are your toes.” 

“They are,” he agrees. He steals a sweet kiss from you. Your mouth is warm against his, lips softer than ever. A shiver ripples through him as you melt into his touch, content to put your weight on him and let him hold you up. He always will. “Let’s get those toes home and in a pair of Sailor Moon socks, hmm?”

“Yeeeees.” 

The Uber home is quiet. You immediately lean into Taehyung, smashing him against the door as you knock out. He smiles all the same, wrapping a warm arm around you. He kisses your head before leaning his forehead against the window, feeling the cool glass bring him all the way back to sober. 

Lights blur by outside. Orange and purples of Halloween, smears of costumes, and partygoers coming and going from their haunts for the evening. Once you’re at your apartment, he rouses you and lifts you up, carrying you up the stairs as you go. Your crown only falls off your head once, which he dutifully sets you on the ground to collect so you don’t loose - in your words - the honor of your kingdom. 

You sprint the rest of the way to your apartment then, tearing through the halls in your bear feet until you’re inside and on the bed panting, completely in disarray. 

Two glasses of water, pajamas, and Sailor Moon socks later, you’re crashed in the bed, snoring lightly. Taehyung grins at your form, opening the drawer of the dresser where he stores his pajamas. Seeing you in your shared bed in his shirt, hand reaching out looking for him is the perfect end to this night. 

Sliding into a t-shirt and sleep pants, he moves to close the drawer before he hesitates. At the bottom of the drawer is a black, velvet box. It’s perfectly square, and Taehyung smiles when he sees it, thinking about the way your eyes were starry and lost as you looked at the sky. He pulls a shirt over it - it only needs to be hidden for a few more days. 

Shutting the drawer he turns to look at you. His sleeping beauty, now. 

Biting his bottom lip, Taehyung laughs. It’s after midnight, but your spell on him isn’t broken. It never will be. And he cannot wait to slide the ring on your finger instead of sliding slippers on your feet.

[bones4thecats]

Hmmm..How about writing a scenario where the Greek gods(Hermes, Ares,Heracle and Apollo) along with the reader interact with the Sailor Moon universe?

A/N: These are my favorite Greek Gods when it comes to Zeus' lineage both canonically and non-canonically, so writing for the four was a ton of fun! I personally do not watch Sailor Moon, but I have friends who are obsessed with it, so my info came from them. Now, enjoy!!

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📨 Well this was quite odd

📨 You guys were just resting after calming down Zeus from the matches of Ragnarok that day when you were teleported to a random field where a woman stood

📨 Hermes helped you stand up while the woman turned around and pointed a sword and pointed it at his throat

📨 He smiled as he introduced himself;

" Apologies for the jumpscare, young lady. I am Hermes and this is my S/O, Y/N. "

📨 The woman looked at both of you before sighing, lowering her weapon before stabbing it into the ground and holding out a hand for you to shake

" I'm Sailor Mercury. It's a pleasure to meet you, Hermes and Y/N. "

📨 You had sat with the woman while awaiting a possible way home, knowing if you were slightly late for Zeus' wake-up-call, he'd go bonkers

📨 But in the meanwhile, you were wanting to know everything about these so-called 'Sailor Guardians'

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⚔️ He had been training with his men when you came outside with some bandages, as their swords had gotten caught against one another... again

⚔️ Ares smiled as you handed him a bandage, but immediately jumped up to shield you as you went from the colosseum to an country side

⚔️ You pushed him and yourself off to the side as a women landed, before blasting away a weird-appearing creature

⚔️ She looked at you both and sighed;

" How in the name of heaven are you two here? Y'know what, I don't wanna know! "

⚔️ The God of War glared as the woman gave her sass, even after the whole introductions

" Sailor Mars? What a rip-off, God of Mars sounds far better. " " Yeah it does, where is that guy anyways because I don't see him? "

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💪 Okay, one moment he was resting with you against his chest while leaning on a tree, the next he was fighting a random thing before a women jumped in

💪 He looked at you as the woman approached you both, giving a slight flushed face before apologizing

" I am so, so, so, so sorry! I'm Sailor Jupiter! What's your names? " " I'm Heracles, and this is my amazing S/O, Y/N! "

💪 Sailor Jupiter looked at you and smiled

" Pleasure, do you guys need some guidance home? I think I can help you! "

💪 While there, Heracles got along with everyone, which was quite normal

💪 Heracles smiled when you found your way home, offering hugs to all the Sailor Guardians, and he took your hand while walking through the portal saying;

" Do you think we can visit them sometime? "

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☀️ This was definitely getting old

☀️ You and him were just relaxing after a long day in the sunlight and when you closed your eyes, you remembered seeing Apollo's long pink hair

☀️ Then you opened your eyes, and here ya are!

☀️ A young woman with long blonde hair and large blue eyes stared at you guys and smiled

" Hello there, are you guys lost? Oh, sorry, it's rude to just ask someone that without an introduction! I'm Sailor Moon, are you two are? " " Apollo, God of the Sun, and this is my S/O, Y/N. "

☀️ Sailor Moon smiled and shook your hands before offering you guys a way out of the woods, as it could get dangerous at night

☀️ You two accepted and spent a few hours in their world before Zeus burst through a portal, he was yelling about how you two needed to be more careful for the portals

☀️ Apollo sighed as he shook hands with Sailor, bidding her a goodbye as you hugged her before waving and leaving

☀️ Now, he needed to make sure whoever was making those godforsaken portals stopped! He has a schedule!

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hobie can't find Diane. He hasn't seen her in days. And sure, he's not one to worry. But how could he not? He checks everywhere, and then as a final resort - he asks Miles.

"You've seen Di?"

Miles gives him a sympathetic look. "Hobie, I'm really sorry." He says, and for a second Hobie thinks something is wrong. But no, it's even worse than he can imagine.

"I...I got her into this anime and now... I don't know man."

Miles introduces Disco-Spider Diane to Anime

[Aka Diane loves Gojo and writes smut on the DL]

Now Hobie has NEVER been jealous in his life. He'd be damned before he lets himself get jealous.

But when your girl is laid up on the couch watching JJK for two weeks straight and you walk in on her staring at this on the screen???

Going "Gojo~ 🥺 ... Sigh..."

🤨😐

When she starts watching BNHA, it's game over.

She's always talking about how cool Dabi is and how she wishes she had a hot morally questionable superpowered boytoy to squeeze.

Meanwhile Hobie is sitting besides her like 'I guess I'm just chopped liver, ain't I 😭. Might as well take this bloody guitar and end my misery, why don'tcha?'

She sees one photo of Mirko and goes 'Oh my god, Bie. She's literally just like me right? Babe, she's just like me? I remind you of her right? We like.. the same person 🥺'

And then THE COSPLAY BEGINS. Not that Hobie is complaining about Diane walking around in sexy cosplay outfits. It's just weird when he compliments her outfit, and she's like "Thanks! I got it from-"

And then proceeds to show him the most ridiculous anime character ever.

It starts leaking into real life.

They're in the middle of fights and whenever they win she stops to do a Jojo pose.

She wears Sailor Moon cosplay to Spider Society HQ and loudly proclaims "I'm a Sailor Scout. Not a Spider-person."

(Spider-Scout, the half Sailor-Scout, half Spider-person is not amused)

She says very loudly during a meeting "OMG isn't Miguel like, Levi from Attack on Titan but tall? Like he has to use the lazer webs to fly in the air the same way Levi needs the wires to kill Titans and-

And everyone is like GIRL WHAT and Gwen, the only other person who has ACTUALLY seen AOT is like "No?? Diane. What are you talking about??"

It all comes to a head finally when one day Hobie comes to eat lunch with Diane.

He's always fashionable late within reason, but he walks into the cafeteria to see Diane hunched over a notebook, writing away.

That's rare.

With her dyslexia, Diane hardly ever writes - typically Hobie reads books outloud, recording them on cassette tapes for Diane to listen to later. But here she was, scribbling away.

And even in her twisted tiny handwriting he could make out the words

'Gojo x Black!Reader: Eyes like Oceans'

Hobie has no idea what the word 'Smut' means, but she's written it all over the page with the words "MINORS DON'T READ!!!!"

When he asks what he's doing, she jumps out her skin.

Hobie fights back a smile. And maybe even a laugh. "You writing fanfiction?"

"Maybe. No. Yes."

"What? You think Imma tease you? Can't be that bad can it-"

Cue Hobie reading most raunchiest, detailed, hoe-ish Gojo smut imaginable while Diane sits there like

Meanwhile Hobie side-eying the hell outta her 😭😭

She's like "We don't need to talk about the blindfold part-"

"And the part with the spankin-"

"I SAID WE DON'T NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT."

Finally, after weeks - Hobie caves.

He agrees to watch ONE anime with her and Miles, cause he wants his girl back wth 😭😭

Miles gets to choose - and he chooses one he thinks Hobie will like: Death Note.

Hobie doesn't just like it - HE LOVES IT.

Except....

"Oi, why's this L coming after Light? Mans is in the right."

"Uhhh?? No??? He's killing people with a magical notebook. L is in the right."

"And I kill people with a guitar, ain't no difference."

"Yes there is-"

"Oh but when Jogo kills people it's fine but when I-"

"FIRST OF ALL his name is Gojo and second of all Do NOT bring up my man. Hobie we will get to brawling right now, don't test me-"

Meanwhile Miles is like "WILL THE TWO OF YOU SHUT UP 😭😭😭😭 GODDAAAMMNN."

.... They agree to disagree. And Miles regrets his decision.

Now Everytime Hobie catches her watching anime Hobie will point at the screen at Diane's character crush and go "Bet I could beat his arse" - just to establish dominance.

Is he jealous? NO! Is Gojo his mortal enemy because he stole his girl without even being real? YES!!!

It's okay Hobie. Just cosplay as Sasuke Uchiha and you'll have her back right away. Maybe.

[uniquevoidflowers]

Sky and hug

For the writing prompt :)

:D (i hope you like hurt/comfort)

This was his fault. Wind was able to be snatched away by the enemy because Sky wasn't fast enough to save him. He was too late as he grabbed empty air where the sailor had just been.

Too late.

Oh, Impa I've failed again.

I've failed again.

Sky wheezed, and he couldn't breathe. He felt warm thick tears streaming down his face, and he couldn't stop them as fear wrapped around his throat and tightened.

"Sky? Chosen!" A deep and worried voice called to him.

The chosen looked up to see Time there, both eyes open and wide. "I need you to breathe, okay?"

Right, he needed to breathe.

But Wind. A traitorous part of himself whispered. You're really going to waste even more time?

Sky gave another wheeze, and grabbed his bag, trying to get it over his shoulders. He felt a hand on his arm. "Link, breathe." Time reminded. "You cannot go after him right now."

Sky knew the old man was being logical but the urge to go was strong. He tried to get his arm free but Time's grip was firm. "Listen to me. You need to breathe. Follow mine, okay?"

The skyloftian obliged, if only so he could get his arm free. Time breathed in and out.

Breathe.

Sky breathed in and out.

In and out.

"That's good." Time assured him. "Keep going."

The skyloftian kept going until that fear loosened his throat and he was able to breathe. "Now I'm going." Sky insisted.

"We're going as a group. Right now, we're all heading out together. It wouldn't be wise to split up." Time hummed.

"...Fine."

"Wind will be okay, chosen. I have...this feeling that he will." Time said.

"Yeah...I don't want to be too late though." Sky let that precious piece of vulnerable information go out into the air.

Never again.

Time's eyes flashed with understanding. "You know...this is something I've never told anyone but Malon but I feel as though this secret will stay safe with you."

"Time that's okay, really--"

"It's fine, chosen. I have been on a strict time limit before. In a land called Termina. I had three days to stop the moon from falling and destroying the land. And guess what? I couldn't do it in three days."

Sky fell silent, and he listened. So the old man wasn't joking about fighting the moon.

"I had to time travel. Once, I even forgot to rewind time and the moon fell and crushed everything and everyone. Somehow, I ended up at the dawn of the first day." Time explained. "So I was always too late. But I did stop the moon, eventually. I guess what I wanted to say, is that I understand what being on a time limit like this is."

The chosen thought. In the end, he did save the Surface and Zelda, right? "We have the time to save Wind. So let's use it." Time finished.

We have time...let's use it.

Sky wrapped his arms around the old man. "Thank you for sharing this with me."

The old man returned the hug after a few seconds. "Thank you for listening."

[thefcguy]

Thomas Astruc Newest Interview:

Thomas Astruc and Zag recently had an interview which they talked about things from season 6 specials and so on…

I am not 100% sure how official they are, so, don’t take this 100% seriously.

Spoilers below:

1- Vesperia isn’t forgotten by the writters.

They said that she hasn’t appeared in any posters yet because her model isn’t complete, and that she is important, and that the team does care about her…

(Wow, the team cares about Zoe/Vesperia? The girl that they added in season 4 and threw under the bus the moment they got rid of Queen Bee? The girl that didn’t even get a Kitty Noir transformation? The girl whose plot in Representation about getting a girlfriend that I forgot the name was deleted due to the runtime? Keep telling your lies, Astruc… keep telling your lies…).

(No, I don’t agree with the hate she gets. I like Zoe. But Astruc saying he cares about her, even after all he did is a bit… annoying to me).

2- The Japan Special is the next one:

They haven’t confirmed anything, but, since Zag said that Lady Tiger will be very important, cause she will be their first hero with cancer, and that we will meet her very soon, it’s very clear that this teasing indicates Japan special is next. And Rio Special is forgotten once again (wow, as a Brazillian, “thanks”, Thomas).

(I am also worried about how they will handle cancer, considering they didn’t even make what Rose’s sickness clear).

3- Samg won’t be returning:

Yeah, that’s it. Their lost work is the London Special. The artstyle will change, and they will try to keep the animating on France only due to the leaks.

4- Season 6 will be filled with hints that the audience will look with new eyes on Season 7:

They said that, once we start seeing season 7, out view on season 6 will change completely, and that these hints will be bombastic.

(right, they are “very good” with foreshadowing. And by “foreshadowing” I mean either blatant teasing for future events, or retcons).

5- They are considering a Live Action for Miraculous… again:

They said they still need to rethink and see if their budget can handle it… I hope not, it would be probably really bad with bad CGI.

6- Other Magical Creatures:

They said that there probably are other magical creatures besides kwamis and renlings out there.

(wow, we barely know 10% of the kwamis that exist, and they want to create more magical creature. I will just say I hate when people create more and more elements before flashing out their older ones. It’s lazy, it leaves many questions open and, summing up, just not nice).

7- The reason why Lila has become a villain and wants the miraculi was already revealed:

They said that they have already left enough hints to why Lila has become the new Hawk Moth, it’s just that we, the audience, didn’t pay enough attention to it.

(I wonder this time what will be the retcon. Lila is as old as Master Fu and is a rebel from the Order of Guardians? She is Manon from the future? Either way, I doubt it will be convincing. Except if it is that she is an orphan that wants her parents back).

8- Thomas Astruc already created many miraculous AUs:

Yeah, even the show’s own creator likes to make AUs about it. His favorite one is where Ladybug is similar to Sailor Moon and she leads her own super hero team. In this AU, there is also no romance.

(I wonder if any of his AUs are better than the canon he writes).

9- The Melody Movie I back on production I guess:

Zag explained about the movie synopsis, which is about a girl needing to learn how to trust herself with the power of music (yes, it’s pretty generic), and the main character will be voiced by Katy Perry.

10- Chloe will be back:

And no, she won’t be getting a redemption. Astruc said that they try to write their characters on a logical way, so that they are consistent. And, no matter how hard they try, they found no way of Chloe regretting her actions and be like “Oh, Marinette, I was so mean to you!”, so, it doesn’t matter what he wants, it’s Chloe’s fault she doesn’t want to get better…

(I am not even a Chloe stan and this angers me beyond relief. First, they try to write their characters with consistence. WHEN? ‘Kagami’s friendship with Lila, Felix’s redemption, the whole amok plot, anything related to Lila on season 5, the fact they changed why Marinette broke up with Luka, the concept of the bee’ are anything but consistent. And say that Chloe can’t get a redemption? There are many ways for a character to get a redemption. Amity and Hunter from Owl House, Peridot and Lapis from SU, Sasha from Amphibia, and Zuko from Avatar all got a redemption. If you guys don’t want to give her a redemption, fine, but don’t try this whole “she can’t”, she is a character! And you guys are writing her!)

(Also, bringing Chloe back? I though you guys were trying to break the formula with the season 5’s wish, not go back to it).

11- The Story will change:

Not because of a reboot or anything, they just want to make it more serious and gradual.

(No comments here).

12- The Team has ideas for how 12 series of miraculous would be like:

They know for sure the 6, 7, 8 and 9 arc, and are also still unsure of what to do with the opening.

(12 seasons… when shows like Steven Universe gets 5, the Owl House gets 3, and many others get only 1).

13- Andre will get a redemption arc:

Thomas said that, unlike Chloe, he clearly wants to change, and the scene in Collution was a big character point for him. They also want to, someway, somehow, tell about his and Gabriel’s backstory someday.

14- Fun Facts:

The Supreme (the bad guy from Shadybug’s universe), will make a comeback at the series; Zoe’s crush at Marinette was due to love at first sight at the bakery (I think this is cute); the writers love Rolland because he was inspired by Thomas grandfather (and Simplifier is their favorite episode due to this fact); Akumatized!Marinette is a possibility; the writing for season 6 is at is peak, and a better version of season 5 (wonder which criminal boy will be redeemed and which girl won’t get the same treatment and be sent to live with her abusive parent).

15- The whole story we saw until now is only 5% of all he showed Zag when he pitched the show:

You heard that right, miraculous has still 95% of stories to give to us.

(I know that Superheroes usually have many arcs and stories they face, but that’s mostly because they are usually on comic format. I am not sure if it’s worth telling so many stories in a cartoon series).

Now, I leave to my miraculous mutuals @natedogx15 @nerd-chocolate and @artzychic27

to share their opinions. They might even change my mind for season 6.

[pieground]

"There's A Bug!"

In which you asked the residents to get rid of a bug/insect in your/a room.

🐞Sebastian

➛ "F*CK U."

➛ Obviously, you chose the wrong guy.

➛ Would dead-stare you in the eye, hand you a broom, and leave without saying anything.

➛ What do you expect from him? Surely you can take care of a bug by yourself...RIGHT? RIGHT? SAY YOU DO OR HE'LL BE SCREAMING IN THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS FOR HELP. (It's a cannon that dis dude can scream loud enough to wake the mansion lmao)

➛ He will be anywhere but near you until that bug has perished. You will literally see him hanging sheets in the garden, eyeing you while you're in the hallway of the second floor—most likely trying to figure out if you have killed the bug or not.

🐞Napoleon

➛ "A bug? Where?"

➛ Why did you ask him? Now he's obligated to chase you around with the bug squished in between his fingers.

➛ He roamed lands when he was an emperor and he came across so many insects in his life. He likes how unique different types of bugs look.

➛ He'll stop teasing you tho... when you're ready to pass out.

➛ He will toss the insect out and would laugh at your state. Of course, he will say sorry but doesn't really feel guilty about it.

🐞Isaac

➛ "Oh? Wait, give me a second."

➛ The most chill about it. Grabs a napkin and takes the bug. He'll give it a short inspection.

➛ CRASH COURSE ABOUT INSECTS. BE READY, IT'S PROFESSOR NEWTON. YAY.🥳

➛ "This is a rhinoceros beetle, it's harmless."

"Not to my mental health."

To get a mutual understanding of this, you need to compare Arthur and Dazai to a bug and why you avoid them.

➛ Will take it outside and set it free~ go birdy, fly~

➛ Make sure to thank him, he'd be extremely red in the face but it'll make him feel really good!

🐞Theo

➛ "Deal with it on your own, I ain't got time for some goddamn insect."

➛ Two minutes later, he's in your room with a broom in his hand. Reasoning: this bug may interrupt Broer while he paints. (Not that Vincent would mind. The dude literally has a painting with a grasshopper stuck on it.)

➛ He'll do this in the Dutch way~, which is just the same way as everybody gets rid of bugs. And yes, he intends to perish it. It's Broer or the bug. His choice is obvious.

➛ He's giving Sailor Moon, but there is no moon. He'd be cussing every time he whacks the insect. Your room is now a battlefield. You might as well invite Napoleon and Jean over, maybe Arthur too, but you doubt he'd do anything at all.

➛ Would miss multiple times but mind you, he'd be hitting that thing until it's powdered, gone, perished, unexisted, unbirthed while saying things along with the thought of "regretting that it ever existed."

🐞Arthur

➛ "Bug?"

➛ Most likely that he was writing when you ask for his help. Will agree instantly, he could use some break right now.

➛ His weapon is a colander. The intent is to capture.

➛ Now, don't scream while he catches it okay? He'll scream too.

➛ That guy who goes "whoa, whoa..."

➛ When he realizes the need, he devises a plan. "Now, luv, if only you would..." and of course, his plan works. The insect is now in a makeshift cage made of a colander Sebastian now is looking for in the kitchen and a sheet of paper.

➛ Your role is to pick it up and throw it outside the window.

➛ Now there is three probabilities. 1. You can do it. 2. You can do it but you throw it along the colander. 3. You can't. Arthur's deduction says it's gonna be the 4th probability, you can't and you will throw the colander outside, leaving the insect inside your room.

➛ He was right.

🐞Mozart

➛ "WHERE?!"

➛ Will evacuate instantaneously. "What if I'm allergic to it?!" After all, bro's immune system needs immunity too.

➛ Running for the hills~

➛ If it's in your room, well good luck! He couldn't care less. If it's in the music room, that's a different story.

➛ Help Line: Leonardo or Jean. Not Sebas since they have a silent agreement about this stuff.

➛ No help available at the moment? Swat that thing with a broom— oh, it flies.

➛ Would need to get out of the room to gather courage, re-enter.

➛ woah, woah TF IT'S DOING WITH THE PIANO KEYS, IT'S CONTAMINATING IT

➛ but ya know, Ia also see him calmly removing the bug. Picking it up with a broom and a dustpan then tossing it outside the window before he let out a big breath. And then he will proceed to scrub every surface.

➛ introduce him to rubbing alcohol, I'm telling you, he ain't going anywhere without it.

[icannotreadcursive]

Was tagged by @grownupchangeling, whose image ID text I also borrowed from. Thanks!

Anyway, fandoms I write for: Hazbin Hotel, Brokeback Mountain, The Old Guard, Sailor Moon, Marvel, The Witcher, and a smattering of others.

Now! Talking about my answers on this XD.

I still have an FFN account, I'm ChinamiMorimoto, but I don't really use it anyomre. Whenever I actually write more on my long-on-hiatus Winter Soldier fic, I will be posting that there, cuz that fic predated my Ao3 account and I was cross-posting it once I got that account, I'll continue to cross post it once it comes off hiatus.

I'm Eiiri on Ao3.

Yeah, I write smut now. Cannot fuckin' believe the first smut I posted was not cowboy smut, but the demons ate my brain. (There will be cowboy smut eventually. There will also be Trigun smut; that one's half written.)

I marked the roleplay one with a question mark cuz, like, kinda? Spontaneously, casually (and usually briefly) with buds, sure, but not in any kind of roleplay account way. And I do have one friend I sometimes do pretty extensive rp-writing with but I don't really count that as "online".

So much beta'ing for friends. So much.

Honestly more of my fics go up unbetaed than actually get betaed.

Ho, all my fic is self-indulgent, that's why I'm writing it.

I HAVE left kudos more than once on the same thing! Can only do it once while logged in, but if you log out and use more than one device..........

I clearly write a lot of M/M, but I've written a bit of F/F too.

My brain starts weaving stories about every fandom I get my grubby little racoon hands on, it's just a matter of if I write them down.

I am a research fiend.

People have been drawing things for my Hellish Encounters series of Hazbin fics and I am so incredibly honored 🥺 You can find some of it here and here!

So many unpublished, and let's just not talk about the half-finished ones partially posted and on hiatus.....

There are so many stories I've started on my phone at 3 am cuz that's when the ideas hit lol

Very much depends on what you think counts as "drunk." I effectively never drink to the point of significant intoxication, but writing tipsy? Oh yeah that's happened.

The Measure of a Tit. It's a short, cute, funny little Sailor Moon ficlet and I really think it deserves more love. It was bouncing around in my head for years before I finally sat down and wrote it, and I love how it turned out.

Swear to god I am gonna make money off of writing shit, I just need to get something actually produced or published.

Tagging: @hotcocoaandstripedsweaters @nerdsandthelike @when-did-this-become-difficult @mediumorange @greentealycheejelly @non-un-topo and anybody else!

Blank bingo under the cut

[vodika-vibes]

Our Choice

Summary: After three months of non-stop nightmares, ARC Knight Fordo is exhausted and at the edge of what he can handle. And on the most recent mission to find Count Dooku, Fordo finally finds his peace.

Pairing: ARC Knight!Fordo x F!Reader

Word Count: 4564

Warnings: some angst

A/N: I still can't write action scenes, they always feel awkward to me. Also, this story is based on the tale of Serenity and Endymion, from Sailor Moon.

divider by saradika

The war against Serrano has been going, non-stop, for three months now, and ARC Knight Captain Fordo would be the first person to tell anyone who asked that it was just…going.

The war, however, has spread to other countries now. A large majority of countries have thrown their support behind Mandalore, though some have decided to throw their support behind Serrano. 

It is, in a word, exhausting.

Fordo has been on the front lines since the beginning. He was the one who took his squad and found a path into Serrano for the army. And he was the one who determined the best way to bombard the Palace of Serrano without accidentally killing the Doc.

Fordo lays on his cot, in his private tent (rank has very few privileges, but his own tent is one of them), and he stares at the ceiling. He’s exhausted. Bone deep exhausted.

The bitter chill of Serrano cuts through his armor like it’s not there, and saps his strength whenever he has to fight against the constructs that Serrano uses as their army. Even the tents had to be reinforced as they pushed deeper and deeper into Serrano, as the biting cold ripped through them like they weren’t there.

Fordo sighs and closes his eyes, trying to ignore the way the wind howls outside his tent. A surprise storm has stopped the Mandalorians in their tracks, but it also stopped the construct army as well.

Small victories, he supposes.

Slowly he drifts off to sleep to the sound of the wind wailing outside his tent.

Soft, warm. Gentle fingers in his hair and a kind smile. “You work far too hard, my love,” Everything about her is soft, soft, soft…and he wants nothing more than to keep her safe.

“I want to keep you safe,” His hands brush against her cheek, and laughter slips through pink painted lips, “I need to keep you safe-” he breathes out.

She laughs again, delight crossing her face as she leans in towards him, “Oh, my love,” She whispers, “You have always protected me…and you always will.”

He smiles at her, though the smile fades as the warmth of the room dims. Shadows creep across the ground, and twine around trees. Shadows that kill everything they touch. 

His voice catches in his throat as the shadows slowly coil around her. The shadows slide up her legs, her skin crumbles like dry clay. She doesn’t seem to notice. Her smile never once fades.

He’s thrown away from her, and he watches in horror as the shadows fold around her, and then rip her away. Her scream of anguish echoes in his ears-

Fordo’s eyes snap open, and he immediately rolls to his side as he dry heaves off the side of his cot. His hands are shaking and he’s sweating…not to mention the fact that his heart is racing in his chest like he’s just run a marathon.

The nightmares are getting worse, he notes absently as he rolls back onto his back and tries to settle his racing heart. He presses his arm over his eyes and swallows the bile in his throat.

Fordo has been dreaming about the soft woman since he was a child. And as he’s grown, the dreams have become more and more detailed, though he’s never been able to see the soft woman’s face.

They’ve been a source of comfort for him over the years. No matter how bad things get with his training or his deployments, the soft woman is there, every night, whispering her love to him.

But in the last few months, since the war started, the dreams have twisted. Moving away from the soft warmth of his dreams, into the cold harshness of nightmares.

It’s beginning to become a problem.

How is he meant to fight in a war when he’s not getting enough sleep?

Fordo exhales slowly, feeling his heart rate slow back to normal, and he slowly sits up and swings his legs out of his bed, and he walks over to his foot locker. Sitting on top is a small bottle of little pills.

Medicine to help him sleep without dreams. Prescribed by the Doc when he went to her and admitted that he wasn’t sleeping properly. He opened the bottle and grabbed a single pill.

As much as he loved seeing the soft woman, seeing her die night after night after night was not doing anything wonderful for his mental health. He pops the pill into his mouth and returns to his cot.

No more dreams for tonight, thank you very much.

***********

You gasp for breath as you slide on the ice that covers the road, allowing the ice to lead you under the construct, and then you twist and scramble up the construct’s back and drive your dagger into the control seal on the base of its neck.

It crumbles into a pile of dirt and salt, and you sigh, “We’re clear!” You shout, “Come on!”

A group of children, teenagers, and young adults emerge from broken, burnt out, buildings. The children run to you first, followed closely by the teenagers (many of whom are cradling infants and toddlers in their arms) and then the young adults cover the rear.

“Our safe haven isn’t far,” You say as you place your hand on the head of one of the trembling children, “There’s warm clothes and food waiting. We just need to get there.” You smile reassuringly as you resheath your daggers, and motion for them to follow you.

Almost four months ago now, the country of Serrano instigated a war with the Kingdom of Mandalore when they kidnapped a healer. Three months ago, Mandalore declared a full war on Serrano.

Two and a half months ago Count Dooku arrived in Northpass (a border city high in the mountains that is technically not within the borders of Serrano) and demanded that the people fall in line with him and his beliefs.

And the people in control…the mayor and his council…they agreed.

They instigated a mandatory draft for anyone over the age of 16 and under the age of 35, and anyone who argued with the policy was shoved into a work camp.

According to the new laws of Northpass, you should have ended up in a work camp. You had been the loudest, and most outspoken, dissenter against getting involved in Serrano’s war.

As it happens, nepotism is alive and well in Northpass, which means instead of getting shoved into a work camp, you ended up on house arrest in your uncle’s house. 

Honestly, it would have been better for him if he did send you into a work camp, because there was nothing stopping you from breaking out of the house, and creating your own camp of other dissenters. 

Dissenters who were more than happy to break into the various work camps and rescue the people who were being held there. 

Now, most of the work camps are empty, filled with constructs which are used to create more constructs, and you have your own camp, located in an old mine just outside of the city walls. And there are almost daily skirmishes between the people in your camp, and the people who genuinely support Dooku.

You open a well hidden door in the city wall and move to the side to allow the mass of people through before you, and once you’re sure that there aren’t any stragglers, you slip through yourself, and pull the door shut behind you.

You lead the group through the woods, and then into an old cave. Once inside, you herd the group into a receiving room, where they’re processed by some of the other dissenters, and assigned to different sections of the mine, based on if they have any family in the mines already.

But you don’t have to stay for that. They’re in good hands, and will be safe now, so you take the lift down into the deepest level of the mines, and walk through the dimly lit tunnels, until you reach a massive chamber. 

“Welcome back,” Marios says from where he’s standing over a table and staring at a large map with a furrowed brow, “How was your trip, kid?”

“The southernmost work camp is now empty,” You report, “It was mostly filled with kids and teenagers. They were even holding infants.” You add with a disgusted shake of your head.

“Yeah, I guessed as much.” Marios replies with a sigh, “There’s a massive storm coming from the North, we’re going to lock down the camp until it passes. It looks like the Mandalorian army is stuck in the storm right now.”

You sigh and rub the back of your neck, “Unlucky them.”

“Unlucky us.” Marios corrects, “We only survive this with the help of Mandalore.” He reminds wryly, and then he looks at you, concerned, “You alright?”

“I haven’t been sleeping well,” You admit.

“Nightmares?” Marios asks sympathetically, though there’s something probing about his expression.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Well, go get some rest. I don’t have anything for you right now.” He replies with a fond smile.

“Yeah, maybe I will.” You say easily, turning on your heel and heading back to the lift. You hit the button that brings you up one floor, and then you walk the long twisting path until you reach your room. You move the curtain that acts as your bedroom door, and you activate the lights with a touch of your finger.

You peel off your boots, and change into something more comfortable to sleep in, and then you lay down on the thin mattress that is settled in the corner, and pull your blanket up over your face.

Your exhaustion drags you to sleep before you even realize it.

There’s a chill in the air, brought about by something external, and you rub your arms to try and ward away the chill. 

“You seem troubled, love.” You turn and smile at the tall man lounging on your couch, “What’s wrong…and how can I help?” He asks as he pushes himself to his feet and crosses the room at a sedate pace. 

You turn to face him properly, unable to stop yourself from brushing your fingers against his cheek, “I do not know if you can help,” You admit, and then you shake your head, “My worries will keep, darling.”

He places his hand over yours, and he lazily brings your hand to his lips, and presses a light kiss against your fingers, “I hate to see you so worried,” he admits, a frown crossing his handsome face.

“I am never worried when I’m with you,” You correct with a loving smile as you step closer to him. 

He reaches out for you and then stills as the room dims, something cold creeps across the skin of your hand followed by a burning sensation. You’re roughly jerked away from the cold, and shoved behind your love, and you cast your gaze to your hand.

There’s an angry burn on your hand, and your skin flakes away as the burn spreads.

You hear a cackle, and you peek from around your beloved, and you spy a person standing on your balcony. His smile is red and twisted, and shadows writhe around him, as though he, alone, is holding them at bay.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t hear anything. You hear your beloved say something, though you’re unable to make out the words. 

You hear a high pitched ringing in your ears as the man moves towards you. There’s a blade in his hands, and your love moves as well, flinging himself in front of you and taking the blade through the chest-

You wake with a scream on your lips. A scream you muffle by pressing your face against your pillow. There are tears streaming down your face, and your hand, the one that had been injured in your dream, is pressed against your chest.

You curl yourself up into a ball, as a silent sob rips from your lips. 

Please, you plead silently to whichever deity might be listening, no more dreams.

***************

“Wow, you look like shit.” Alpha-17 notes as he looks over his younger brother, his gaze lingering on the dark circles under his eyes.

Fordo scowls and fling a ball of paper at Alpha’s face, “You look like shit.” He counters hoarsely.

Alpha frowns, “Do you need a day, vod?” He asks, genuinely concerned, “You sound like you’re coming down with something.”

“Just…give me something to do.” Fordo snaps, “Anything.”

Alpha frowns, and holds his arms over his chest, “Vod.”

“The nightmares are getting worse,” Fordo admits, “The medicine your pretty Doc gave me isn't helping anymore…they just keep me from waking up when the nightmare becomes too distressing.”

“Fordo-”

“Don’t. Just…I need something to do to get my mind off the fact that I fucking died last night. Please.” Fordo half pleads with his older brother.

“...alright,” Alpha says slowly, he unfolds his arms and motions to the map, “We’re coming up on Northpass. Dooku fled here after we took his palace, and it looks like he has encouraged the people who live here to help him.”

“So we have to fight our way through a bunch of civvies?” Fordo asks.

“I thought so, but no.” Alpha replied, “We’ve gotten some reports that the city is torn. The majority of young people who live here refused to bow down to Dooku, and so they fled.”

“To where?”

Alpha points at a spot on the map, “Best guess, they’ve holed up in the old mines under the city itself. There’s no entrance in the city proper, the only entrance is over here.”

“So what do you want from me?” Fordo asks.

“Meet up with them, and get whatever information you can.” Alpha orders, “I’m just sending you, I think sending even a squad would cause panic.”

“Alright. I can do that.”

“Fordo. Be careful…you’re not firing on all cylinders, vod.”

Fordo scowls at Alpha, “I’ll be fine. There won’t even be any fighting.”

“I’m just worried about you, vod.” Alpha says quietly.

“Yeah, well…don’t.” Fordo pulls his helmet on and slips out of his brother’s tent, and makes a beeline for the edge of camp. He easily skirts around the city, the massive walls making his sneaking so much easier than it normally would.

And eventually he comes to the clearing that marks the entrance of the mine.

Fordo’s not the least bit surprised when several young men, armed to the teeth, burst out of the mine and cautiously approach him.

“Who are you?” One of the boys demands as he holds his blade in a shaking hand.

Fordo slowly removes his helmet, “My name is Fordo, I’m an ARC Knight from Mandalore. I want to talk to whoever is in charge here.”

The young men share nervous looks, and they all shift uneasily. Not trained soldiers then, Fordo notes. Just young men who are willing to fight for their freedom…he can respect that.

“That would be me,” A slightly older man steps out of the mine. He’s not wearing armor or carrying any weapons, “My name is Marios, and I am…or was…the chief of Northpass Police.”

Fordo turns to regard him thoughtfully, “A police chief isn’t the same as a military commander.” He replies quietly.

“No,” Marios agrees, “It is not. Most of my men are out here with me, though many were injured when we took the first work camp. Follow me, young man. We should talk.”

Fordo follows the slightly older man into the mine, and onto the lift. And he folds his arms as the lift goes down, down, down. Deeper than he expects that the miners would actually dig. “This mine isn’t active anymore, is it?”

“Good eye,” Marios replies as the lift comes to a stop. “The mine has been closed for years, once the uppermost levels were cleared of all ores, that happened before I was born. This lowest part was then used for magic experimentation.”

“Are there wizards living in Northpass?” Fordo asks.

“Oh, not for years now. The last wizard who lived here died when my father was a child.” Marios explains, “But it’s safe, and well insulated, so it’s a good place for us to hole up.”

“Makes sense,” Fordo agrees as he follows Marios to a table in the center of the room, “My main question, Marios, is Dooku still in Northpass? We don’t want to have to fight civvies if we don’t have to.”

“You’re good men,” Marios says with a nod, “I’m afraid I can’t answer that question, but I know someone who can.”

“Can you get him here?” Fordo asks.

“Her, and yes, I can. It’ll just be a moment.”

*************

When you get the call from Marios saying that there’s a Mandalorian soldier in the camp, you can’t help the flutter of nervousness that fills you. You know it’s just a mix of your bone deep exhaustion (the nightmares have been nonstop and they’re always the same-) and your anxiety at the war, so it’s easy enough to push aside.

You step out of your room and walk down to the lift, and you ride it down to the war room. You see Marios first, standing at the table with his arms folded and a strangely unhappy twist to his expression. Strange…he had been so thrilled to hear the Mandalorians were heading your way not that long ago-

And then you see the soldier, and a jolt shoots down your spine.

Tall and broad, with messy hair, and dark skin. And a very familiar face. A face you’ve watched over and over and over again in your dreams. He turns to face you, and you realize that he recognizes you as much as you recognize him.

You can’t help but wonder if it’s as soothing to him as it is to you that someone else has been sharing those dreams. 

You’re vaguely aware that Marios is still talking, but you completely tune him out as you cross the room and stop in front of the soldier. You offer him your hand and your name as you look up at his face.

He takes your hand, almost reverently, “Fordo,” He murmurs in response, before he bows his head and lightly brushes his lips over your knuckles, “You’re even more beautiful than my dreams.” He breathes out.

“I’m glad to see you,” You whisper to him, the rest of the world falling away as you look into his eyes, “I feel like I’ve known you forever.”

“Yeah,” He agrees as his thumb runs over your knuckles, “It’s a bit weird, isn’t it?”

You laugh softly, “Just a little,”

He takes half a step closer, close enough that you can feel the heat from his body even through the armor he’s wearing, and his free hand comes up to lightly brush the backs of his fingers against your cheek, he looks almost awed that he’s able to touch you.

You jump when a hand slams on the table, “NO!” Marios flings the table to the side and his hands curl into fists. “No.” He repeats, “I have worked, tirelessly, to make sure that you never meet up again, in any life.” He snarls.

You stare at Marios, inhaling deeply as his form shimmers and shifts into something else…something familiar.

Fordo curses and draws his blade, and you pull your daggers from their sheaths. “Don’t suppose you have armor, princess?” He asks under his breath.

“Not that I can get to easily,” You reply grimly, “Put your damned helmet back on, Fordo.” You add with a hiss.

He snorts, and pulls his helmet back on in a smooth move, “Try not to get hit, princess. I don’t want you to dissolve away again.”

“Only if you promise not to get stabbed, I’ve had enough of those nightmares for a lifetime.” You counter as you move a little bit away from Fordo.

Marios is shaking in rage, “I’ll just have to kill you both again. Start over a third time. Keep you separated even better. And then I’ll have her all to myself.”

“You’re fucking insane, Marios.” Fordo says sharply as he moves in the opposite direction from you.

“No! She’s mine! You stole her from me!!” Marios screams as he flings a ball of some kind of magic at Fordo, who dodges it effortlessly. “You stole her from me twice! Once in our first life and once now!”

“I’m a person! I cannot be stolen, you creep!” You snap, as you move to attack him, only to have to jump back and do a series of complicated gymnastics to avoid the shadows that he flung at you. And you mentally thank you uncle for insisting on the dance and gymnastic lessons when you were a child.

There’s the sound of metal hitting the ground, and you glance over to Fordo as he strips off one of his vambraces and gauntlets, as it starts dissolving. 

You make it to his side, and are promptly tackled out of the way by Fordo as another magic blast slams into the wall where your head used to be, “We need to do something different,” Fordo says as he shields you with his body.

“Agreed,” You reply quietly. You bite your lower lip in thought, and then you glance up at Fordo, “I have an idea.”

“Let’s hear it.” He grabs your wrist and drags you behind a pillar for some cover.

“We can bury him.” You say quickly.

“I’m going to need some clarification on that, cyare.” Fordo says dryly.

“So this room used to be used for magical experimentation.” You explain quickly, “And while the lift feels like it goes straight down, the truth is that this room isn’t under the rest of the mine. It’s designed to be able to collapse on itself without harming the mine.”

“Okay…so no one using the camp for safety will be harmed.” Fordo murmurs, “How do we collapse it?”

“We need to get to the lift.”

“Done.” Fordo grabs a vial off of his belt and then whips around the pillar and flings it at Marios, who cuts it out of the air, causing a mass of purple smoke to cover him, “Come on.”

You run over to the lift, with Fordo on your heels, and you activate the lift as soon as you’re both on. You watch the console sharply, and as soon as the lift is high enough, a symbol appears at the bottom.

You press it as soon as you’re able, and a series of alarms fill the mine.

“What’s that?” Fordo asks.

“An alarm, so the people in the mine can evacuate. The collapse won’t hurt anyone, but better safe than sorry.” You reply.

The lift keeps going up, and then there’s a loud rumble and then an even louder crashing. And then the lift comes to a stop and you let Fordo lead you out of the mine.

Fordo stops suddenly as soon as he steps outside the mine. There are dozens of children, from infants up to teenagers, and just as many young adults. “This place isn’t safe anymore, is it?” Fordo asks as he pulls his helmet off and turns to look at you.

“No. It isn’t. The mine collapse would have been noted by the people in the city,” You reply as you press yourself closer to his side.

“Fuck.” Fordo rubs his face, “Okay, I’ll get you all to our camp. I want you up front with me, princess.” He says to you, “The kids and teenagers in the middle, with adults around the outside.”

You nod and vanish into the crowd to help everyone get situated, and then you return to Fordo’s side, “This is about as organized as you can get with so many children.” You explain.

“That makes sense. Come on…I have some questions I need to ask you about Northpass and Dooku.”

“Well, I can help with those.” You say with a wide grin.

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“Fordo…what the actual fuck?”

Fordo winces at Alpha’s words, “I didn’t have a choice,” He defends, “Once we collapsed the chamber, I had to evacuate them. They’re mostly just kids.”

Alpha sighs again, “Fine. Fine. You’re right. And the vod’e are thrilled to have kids around. What did your friend say about Dooku?”

“She says that he’s not in Northpass anymore.” Fordo replies, “She’s not sure where, exactly, he went. But she guesses that he returned back to Serrano. Dathomir is on the other side of Northpass, and Mother Talzin holds no affection towards Dooku.”

“So you think we should turn around?” Alpha asks.

“Unless you want to invade Dathomir, yeah.”

Alpha lets out an unamused snort, “Yeah, I’m not doing that. We definitely do not need the witches of Dathomir on our case.” He sighs and rubs his face, “You’re dismissed, vod. Get some rest.”

He quickly salutes Alpha, and then turns and slips out of the tent, and he walks over to his own tent, and he opens the flaps, and then seals it behind himself. 

“Everything alright?” You ask from where you’re sitting on his cot.

“Yeah, we’re going to be turning back from this point. Once we decide what we’re going to do with all of the kids.” Fordo explains as he crosses the room and sits next to you.

“Makes sense. I wouldn’t want Dathomir as an enemy,” You say lightly.

“Yeah, me neither.” Fordo says with a laugh as he starts pulling his armor off, “So…” He says slowly, “What are the odds that Marios is actually dead?”

“Slim to non-existent.” You reply as you turn on the cot and help him unfasten some of his armor, “Hatred like that does die.”

“I suppose that’s true.” Fordo says with a sigh, as he reaches down to pull off his boots, “Do you think he was telling the truth? About the past lives thing?”

“I dunno,” You shrug, “And, I mean, in the long run it doesn’t really matter, I guess.”

Fordo glances at you, “No?”

“I like you. I’ve liked you since I was a child and dreaming about the handsome man taking me on adventures, and keeping me safe.” You smile awkwardly, “So, does it matter what we did in another life, or even if it’s real?”

“You’re saying that the choices we make here and now are more important than the ones we may, or may not have, made in the past.” Fordo says easily.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Huh.” Fordo is quiet for a moment, “Well, I’m choosing you, princess.”

You grin at him, “Well, I’m choosing you too.”

The tent descends into a comfortable silence for a moment, and then Fordo flashes a small grin, “You know. I’ve slept like shit since this war began. You wanna stay the night? I’ll keep your nightmares away…and you can keep mine away.”

“Oh god yes. Please.”

Fordo laughs and nudges you to lay down, and then he lays down next to you and curls his arms tightly around you, burying his face in the side of your neck. 

And, for the first time in months, neither you nor Fordo have a single nightmare…instead the dreams reverting to the soft warmth of the dreams from your childhoods.

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

WIP title ask meme

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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I was poked to do this months ago, twice at least - once by @docholligay and I think the second was @jeejyboard, but I can't find the tag for the life of me. SORRY. I felt like doing something a bit more meta today re:writing and post about The Process, and this was a perfect excuse - thanks for thinking of me. So here's some actual effort! I went and dug deep, trawled through some really old stuff, which was fun. I write and scribble down way, way more than I actually polish and post (which I assume is probably normal, but who knows). 

General info, for whoever is interested: I mostly use Google Docs with offline backups for fic writing, as I shift between computers a ton, and I put fandom tags at the start of my filenames for organisation. I have a ton of prompt/meme/ask/event collection files - for example, the very latest: "[BG3, STRAHD, SM] Fic Prompts 2024". In these I jot down both the prompts people send or that are listed and the ideas/outlines/notes for each, then when I really get going with a certain fic I spin it off into a separate document. 

I hate coming up with titles and usually do that last, so most of my document names are silly references for my own amusement or just a boring old brief description of the main concept. For instance, my latest posted fic Cerimonia Compedum was for most of its WIP-hood known simply as "[BG3] Tadpoled Isobel". Sometimes I keep different versions/revisions/parts of the same WIP in different files, and if that's the case I've grouped them here. Note that for simplicity's sake this post includes my "solo" fic only, no collabs or coauthored stuff, of which there is also a bunch. 

Some of these are ancient and hit me in the face with "12 years ago" timestamps. Some ficlets will never make it out of the mixed prompt plot bunny dumping grounds into their own doc. I think Sailor Moon 10-ish years ago was the one outlier fandom where I actually wrote most of my concepts out fully and posted them. The ol' brain is currently overproducing stuff for the more recent BG3 flavoured moon lesbians (and no, that ship name will never stop throwing my HaruMichi-loving ass for a loop). Note that some of the SU WIPs on the list I've already posted about here, here, here, and here.

Obviously all of these vary wildly in terms of completion level, word count, refinement, and age (and capitalisation, apparently). So yeah, here's the list, roughly sorted by fandom - ask away, if you feel like it!

[BG3] Moon-chosen, Moon-guided | Moon-chosen, Moon-guided - Part III [BG3] Cerimonia Alārum | ISOBEL TO THE RESCUE AU [BG3] Tremulous Cadence followup | The Return of the Moon Daughter [BG3] Wizard Tower AU | Aylin & Rolan stuff [BG3] Karlach/Minthara Act 2 conclusion aka why are paladins Like That [BG3] I'm having something very strong indeed

[STRAHD] The d'Avenir Treatise verse tidbits [STRAHD] Road Trippin' [STRAHD] In-character notes & ficlets

[SU] eeEEeeeeEE BISMUTH | Bismuth ficlets | Like talking to a wall | Muse. Galatea. Suffering. [SU] SU Daemons HDM AU [SU] The Adolescence of Rose Quartz | But I don't think anyone turns into a car  [SU] Freedom To And Freedom From | Pearlrose Fixit | i love suffering!!! [SU] Forge Showdown AU [SU] Pearl Playing the Field TM | All I need in this life of sin is me and my pearlfriend [SU] The Grand Aventurine Heist (Not Really Grand And Only Slightly A Heist) | oh no who let Rose read the Scarlet Pimpernel

[SM] Future Vision blatantly ripped me off THANKS REBECCA | PUU fic [SM] Outers fall of SilMil | michific | The End is the Beginning is the End

[DS9] Kira fic bits

[TLOK] Five Times Kya Healed Lin and One Time She Couldn't | Kyalin fluff [TLOK] R.C. Noire | Lin BAMFong

[WATCHMEN] Silhouette fic bits

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That's it! I don't think I have a single person that I know writes fic left that hasn't already been tagged in this, so feel free to do it (again) if it strikes your fancy.

[pinkpinkmermayyy]

Nah but it's the way every time a story features or is about women or a woman's story, people always want to try to make it about men or say "what if there were men instead?"

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and Six: the Musical both have parts of their fanbase(although thankfully in Six it's not the majority) saying that there should be a version with all men or going "what if this female main cast had a male main cast instead"? Even though the point of both is to provide representation for women, MLP is about how there's no wrong way to be a girl and changing the way girls'/girly shows are seen as shallow and less good, and giving girls multiple strong female characters to see themselves in instead of just one token/cookie cutter archetype, while Six is all about REAL-LIFE women whose lives were destroyed because of misogyny, it is all about girl power(same as mlp) and women getting to reclaim their stories from a patriarchal society that shortchanged and silenced their voices throughout history, but no let's make it about men lol.

The same is true for Sailor Moon, I have seen some people say that it's sexist or "misandrist"(as if that's even a thing lol) because it's all about women and the women are more powerful and how Tuxedo Mask "always needs to be saved" like goddamn let the girls be the heroes who save the world for once.

And for that matter PRECURE. Unpopular opinion that will surely get my head bitten off by fans but I don't think Precure NEEDS male Cures and it's not "erasing" feminine boys or saying boys can't be feminine or "reinforcing gender roles" to point that out. Precure is a franchise about female characters being the heroes and main characters who are powerful while also being feminine, it's supposed to place the women center stage and give them the spotlight when most media doesn't do that, trying to fit boys in it is just ruining that message imo. Tbh I would be happy if there were no male Cures at all, idgaf about your "but let boys be feminine" shit cuz I mean yeah but like go watch Cute High Earth Defense Club Love or something, that show seems more your speed(@ sexist Precure fans who say this, not you). I once got my comments removed TWICE for trying to point this out to someone, to the point where I just blocked them lol. One person even went so far as to make a petition for Toei Animation to make an all-male Precure season, again, just go watch Cute High, bc clearly that's what you're looking for.

I also saw some people complaining about Project MC^2 being "sexist" against boys and making them out to be stupid just because it's about girls being smart spies and good at math/art/science, one review even said "teach girls that boys matter too!" oh rly like they don't know already??? Like the world doesn't already tell them that each and every single day??????? The second girls get the spotlight everybody acts like boys are being attacked, but when boys get the spotlight it's all crickets and shit bc boys are supposed to take center stage like no one cares about girls getting attention. Your seven-year-old son isn't going to enter a self-hating misandrist crisis because one wee show said "women do run the world!" we still live in a patriarchy ffs.

Also in Cardcaptor Sakura the main character is a girl and the story has many female characters and is very empowering to women in general(while also having a great deal of powerful men and even a canon m/m couple), and yet I still saw this one annoying guy write an entire screed about how Sakura sucks as a character and should never have been Cardcaptor, the cherry on top was them saying that Syaoran should be the Master of the Clow Cards instead...because it's not enough that this show has multiple representations of positive men/masculinity in addition to women/femininity, it's still not good enough if it's a girl power fantasy, it MUST make a boy the hero!

I also saw someone say that Touhou, which has an all-female cast, needs more men. Wonder if they'd say the reverse if it had an all-male cast(correct answer: they wouldn't).

And then there's the Encanto fandom's entire can of worms where they went through that phase of wanting the female-dominated cast to be all about Camilo and Bruno, sidelining the women in the process. Like bruh. 😕

I really do wish that people would stop this shit, female-centric media is really never allowed to exist without people wanting men to be prioritized in it and take away from the female representation even though men have enough representation already lol, people can't handle when not everything is about men. It's why I will never listen to or take anyone seriously when they complain about shows like these being "sexist against men" and say that anything I write is too female-centric. Like. GOOD. The world needs more female-centric casts to shake up the status quo! You guys love complaining about shows being gendered and wanting gender equality in fiction only towards female-centric works, because you don't want to see women playing central roles without men also being there. Sucks to be on the other side of the playing field now, huh?

Anyway, I was inspired to write this to you rather than make it an original post because of your comment about people wanting Jennifer's Body to be about men(with Miguel as Jennifer) and yeah that is so disgusting and irritating. 🤢 I didn't even know that was happening but I'm not surprised because nobody ever lets shows about girls just center girls first and foremost. It truly is everywhere and I'm sick of it. Not everything needs to be about men, just let the women have something. Please.

Sorry this was long lol. 😅 Thanks for reading this far lol. You're a trooper! Have a nice day!

THIS ASK IS SO REAL ON SO MANY LEVELS!!

this also extremely effects lesbians and trans women because with lesbian women you’ll have people being like “do they really have to be gay? Why can’t they just be normal?” And with trans women it’ll be like “why can’t we just have normal nonqueer characters” or even “why can’t men just be men anymore” it’s like they hate any and all women and girls no matter what we do and it’s so insane to me

also I talked a little about this same phenomenon happening with Jennifer’s Body (2009), where there were people making aus of that movie with mainly MALE characters which downplays the whole message and plot of the god damn movie and it’s so ughhh

anyways sorry I took so long to get to this ask but everything you said is extremely true and I’m glad you brought attention to it!

also btw RADFEMS AND TERFS FUCK OFF THIS POST IS NOT FOR YOU

[redpiperfox]

it's that time again~

Album listen-thru of Ive's Switch~

All in all, the aesthetics in color of early 2000s (bless, they didn't follow the mainstream sound of how people are categorizing early 2000s nostalgia alsdjkfhklasjdfh), the Ive elegance woven into a bright, spring album, A+, 10/10, much enjoyed!

Now song by song:

해야 (HEYA)

What a fun song~! Absolutely won me first listen, definitely has that ethereal dusky wind-in-your-hair backlit euphoria to it, riding on top of a little high-heel, chin-up confidence. Powerful and pretty, in a stunning sort of way.

Yujin's part in the second verse runs rent-free on loops through my head, and the pre-chorus to chorus Ascends, I love the little transition/nod sound between them, and the way everything bursts into the chorus-- and that even that eruption of sound still outdoes itself and explodes in the final chorus, high note overlaying and all.

Visually, what a pretty mv! Exactly the sort of thing I expected from the teasers we got, and captures a sort of aesthetic that perfectly fits and conceptualizes Ive's niche. The set reminded me of that one Twice set in Scientist, but perfectly set it in a cultural and very specific nostalgic-reminiscent mood that I absolutely adore. Pastels and clouds and all. And tying it in with the lyrics? Absolutely beautiful, love!

Accendio

I won't lie, the first line set me off a little XD Why are we talking about priests, what's going on girls lol BUT THEN-- the actual ascension in the chorus outro? Those harmonies and chord building coming out? Hello there~!

Lyrically, it perfectly encapsulates the entirety of the album, and I think the chorus achieved the perfect balance in catchy and elegant that Baddie was setting them up for last comeback. I also love that I could catch this battle between evil and good in the production before the mv dropped-- the second verse drops you straight into a basement of bad intentions, and retrospectively makes that opening line confession make so much sense. It gives the pre-chorus the desparation before the chorus comes in with it's commands-- it's spells of protection almost.

And then the mv!!!

Oh what an mv. Everytime a storytelling mv graces us, I want to put it on a pedestal and run a presidential campaign for it because THISSSS WE NEED MORE OF THISSSS~~~

I love main character Gaeul, I love the girls power up moments into Sailor Moon-esque heroines, and then battling evil versions of themselves, (shoutout to the stylists, oh, keep doing what you're doing!!) I loved all the fight sequences, I loved the quirky plot of keeping this wand safe and then losing it, I love the ambience and color of the whole story-- it supported the music so well? The fast moving parts, the scenes where we could gasp as Yujin slammed her hand into the glass and beckoned us back, the throwback into the timeline, the fight sequences~

Really well done, Ive. A beautiful mash of elegant into a fun turn-of-the-season summer comeback.

Blue Heart

Heyo, Wonyoung written beauty!

The production draws straight from the lighter parts of Accendio, in that protective but smiling, fun image, in a spell, a promise of letting you come close but never as close as you want. It fits perfectly between Ice Queen and Accendio, in a heroine protecting herself, floating just above it all, but when she drops into the mess of it in the chorus, it's fully armored and confidently winning. And I do love the verses and the ascension in the bridge where it really does feel above the clouds and touched in the pastels of a free sky, and how perfectly it contrasts with the chorus.

Lyrically, I'll let her speak for her own song, because there's something really precious and admirable about the work she put into this song (end of the article):

tldr; She writes it as a tribute to female idols in a harsh industry and the image and personality they chose to put out in comparison to their inner strength to protect themselves.

I also want to include lyric analysis by @aidollze on twitter, with a special shout out to Ms Wonyoung for her legal work in bringing down a youtuber for defamation against kpop idols:

Ice Queen

Sent me right back to Hypnosis from their full album, instant love.

Musically, the production is like a bubbling, clear and fresh bubbling spring in the verses that freezes into the chorus, sharp angles and prisitine edges. It's sea-curly hair and curious smiles over the shoulder into combed back buns under a tiara, looking down their noses, critical, moving from level playing fields to a power play.

The lyrics only supported the imagery it gave me, and even added this undertone of the daughter of Halsey's Castle, especially if coupled with Blue Heart's message, which? Gives me all the brainworms? But anyway XD

Wow

How fun~ This feels like a run through a water park or summer vacation in a theme part in the chorus, and the sit-back and reminisce breathlessly in the verses and bridge.

It's funny how the lyrics talk about being opposites but attracting so well, because it gives me that rush of planets spinning frantically and almost out of control when together in the chorus, and then throwing each other out of their orbits to observe and wonder from a distance, only to be thrown back together for the thrill of it again.

Reset

"Kiki, do you love me, are you riding--"

Sorry XD A little more in the brightly colored jungle, in the weeds and unknown of things, before that lovely little astronomically intrumental production into the chorus, where you're stuck to this fun beat, childish in it's fun, almost. I don't know! This song is somewhere between the jungle rhythm and the intergalactic kids ride! And then it finishes and drops abruptly, like it's only there to quickly pass you by before you can hop on and join.

A very fun and chill ending to a bright mini album, that leaves you feeling light!

Ive always has my attention, and if the sheer vocal talent between Liz and Yujin isn't enough, their commitment to their niche of elegance while being able to try and sort invent concepts, has me tuning in each and every time.

Would love to hear thoughts people had on this comeback or on Ive in general!!

[franollie]

ok so back in december i posted some old marauders art i found in my digital sketchbook, and i said something along the lines of i want to make a post on the marauders fandom and how it’s changing fandom as a whole. and then i forgot about it. BUT BEHOLD! Fran’s study on transformative fandom through the marauders fandom! strap in because this is gonna be a long one:

I want to preface this by saying i have a lot of nostalgia for harry potter—more specifically the marauders—but i obviously do not support jkr and her transphobia.

reminder that I am critiquing the marauders fandom as a whole. as a w h o l e as in the collective fandom. not you specifically. okay?

now, if i remember correctly, the marauders fandom started because people shipped wolfstar and wanted to explore their dynamic in hogwarts. simple as that.

then, it came out that jkr was making blatantly transphobic comments. at this point in time, i had moved away from the harry potter fandom as a whole because i saw something shinier to hyperfixate on (hello sailor moon), so i’m foggy on the details in terms of the marauders fanbase at the time. but from what i understand people started pointing out the racism in the series as well.

flash forward to 2020–the marauders renaissance on tiktok. suddenly the marauders fandom was no longer just wondering what the 4 marauders + lily would have been doing in school. it had expanded to involve a diverse array of characters with agreed upon backstories. And it was really fun to dive back into the fandom. for many, it was reclaiming a series that held a lot of nostalgia to a lot of people from a bigoted woman.

however, i think with the rise in popularity of the marauders fandom—an entirely transformative fandom—fandom as a whole made a switch from creating fanworks out of love and respect for a piece of media to caring about the fan content first and foremost over the media itself. that’s not me saying that the marauders fandom is to blame for everything wrong with modern fandom—the lack of community, the complete disregard of canon characterization, lack of media literacy, etc.—but i do think the marauders fandom gave all these issues the little nudge they needed to take a deep rooted place in how fandom works.

when fandom becomes canon, it’s easy to ignore genuine problems within the fandom as “oh well its not really canon”. But thats really only true to a certain extent. Most people within the marauders fandom consider ATYD as the canon they follow when ATYD is in fact fan fiction. additionally, i’ve met people in the marauders fandom who haven’t read ATYD.

the marauders fandom is quite literally whatever you want it to be, and that’s fun but it’s not fandom in the traditional sense.

remember those new characters i mentioned earlier? well a large majority of them are women including many women of color. however, these women are almost entirely used as props for the boys’ stories and are entirely one dimensional. (lily is snarky and smart, mary is fun loving, marlene is a party animal, dorcas is cold-hearted softie, pandora is ditzy, but most importantly they’re all ✨girl bosses✨). that’s not to say these girls dont have potential for interesting stories or that no one writes them as three dimensional characters. but the fandom at large uses them as props for their favorite mlm ship. jegulus having more fics than jily (the only canon ship in this fandom) alone proves this point.

“but what about marylily/pandalily?” also great ships that i love, but they only really exist to get lily out of the way for james to be with regulus. thus, they are inherently supporting the internalized misogyny of the marauders fandom. i’m not disregarding people who do genuinely ship marylily and pandalily, but that is where the ships stemmed from.

first and foremost fandom is about loving the source material so much you’re inspired to engage with others who enjoy the source material. you can’t really enjoy fandom if you don’t know the characters or world you’re working with; kind of a “you have to know the rules before you break them” type of situation.

i could talk more on the internalized misogyny within the marauders fandom or how we can use the marauders fandom as a study on fandom in the modern age. instead, i’ll leave on this note: as i said before, fandom is about loving the source material so much you want to engage with others who enjoy the source material, and at the end of the day the source material for the marauders fandom is harry potter. and i don’t have much love left for a series that is transphobic or a fandom that doesn’t treat its women with the same care as it’s men.

to reiterate: i not implying that everyone who enjoys marauders materials supports jkr, in fact i’d go as far to say most marauders fans are actively against jkr. however, i feel uncomfortable in a space that fundamentally cannot exist without harry potter.

i have a lot of ideas for marauders stuff and i still enjoy these characters (namely dorlene and jily) but me including my versions of these characters doesn’t really solve the problem. atp can the problems even be solved? idk this got away from me, and i still have more thoughts.

so yeah! peace love and trans rights 🫶 probs won’t post much marauders stuff—not that i really did before but some of you follow me for marauders content for some reason???