#sorry oddly strong opinions over

[gretel-moonlit]

I'm probably the only person who actually cares about this but my controversial(?) opinion is that I don't like when people write/portray Celeste as being genuinely super confident in her appearance/looks, she clearly wears makeup and hair extensions to portray her "Celestia Ludenberg" persona and logically, if she hates her real self under her persona it's not as if her appearance would somehow not be a part of that.

like it doesn't make sense for someone like that to not be insecure at all about how they look, so I don't understand why people like to make her so confident in her appearance even without her persona, she literally is standing fully dressed by the pool in that picture from dr1 (i know she has a swimsuit in drs, but still) and she's the only one with a jacket on in the gym uniform picture. that's insecure person behavior

[goszixx]

Lier

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Note ❈° ≫ I wrote this entire thing with a straight face but cackled at the word jiggle…

Warning ❈° ≫ pussy drunk Gojo, dry humping, no condom, thigh fucking, public, gojo needy

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Your eyes widened in shock when his fingers dug into your hips in greed. Hallow breaths left Gojo’s lungs, eyes glossy as he looked at the reflection of what he was doing to you.

It was suppose to be a simple dinner with your coworkers. They only wanted to catch up and talk about life until Gojo started acting strange. You’ve been dating the white-haired man for a few months and recently started being more sexual with one another. You’ve had sex a couple of times, nothing new, but Gojo.. he seemed different since your first time.

Of course, your mind thought of the worse. Maybe he wanted to break up with you? Maybe you didn’t turn him on as much as you thought you did. That’s where you were wrong.

A few minutes into dinner, Gojo looked bothered. He seemed oddly twitchy and jumpy but brushed it off. An hour passed and the man was flushed pink, that’s when worrying settled in. You excused yourself and him to the bathroom which is where you both stood now.

Except, things seemed to have turned to the unexpected. The bathroom was empty, all stall doors were open while a large shelve of sinks laid across the other side. Your fingers were gripping said shelf, body hunched over as your boyfriend pressed the curve of his hard-on on your backside. “Shit that feels good.” Gojo stuttered out, his back hanging over yours, legs spaced out and head tucked into your shoulder.

“What are you doing Satoru? I thought you were sick.” You yelled in a whisper. Gojo started littering kisses against the back of your neck as an apology.

“I’m sorry princess but I need too. I promise, just this is enough to make me feel better.” Gojo grunted, his hips rolling so the wet spot on his jeans hit your ass just right. You let out a strong exhale before giving up on resisting. You loved the treatment, knowing your boyfriend loved your body so much that he was desperate to fuck it. However, what you didn’t know was how much of a lier Gojo was.

Stiffened moans left Gojo as his cock pulsed in his pants from the lack of contact. A singular light was on in that bathroom but it was enough for you both to see each other. Even with your back turned to him, the white haired man can see your face beginning to flush, teeth digging into your lip as you started to spread your legs a bit farther for him to have better access. You wore the most flattering dress in Gojo’s opinion. Its main color is blue, his favorite.

The bottom of the dress rose with every thrust Gojo made against your hips, his high seeming to never end, “you feel really good princess. I-I can’t help it anymore.” Gojo grunted against the curve of your ear.

His tongue slipped past his lips to meet with the tip of your ear. He took the piece of flesh in, teasing it with his teeth before sucking on it. Your eyes were now squeezed shut until a large hand grabbed your jaw. “Look what I’m doing to you. Look what you do to me. Don’t you think it’s unfair? The fact that you made me this addicted to you just from one session.” Gojo teased.

If your face wasn’t red before, it was now. The chewing on your lip intensified as your eyes opened to see Gojo’s glowing blue eyes. His mouth went back to your ear, biting and pulling at the flesh before moving to the other ear.

Ten minutes past and you both were locked in the same position. The difference is that Gojo’s thrusts kept getting sloppier and sloppier. His hands rubbed up and down your hips, also hoping for some kind of release. “Gojo, are you close?” you panted, you could feel your panties sticking to your core by now.

Gojo hissed at the statement, “a little, but you know what would make this better, can I take it out? I don’t need to be inside you I promise, just.” Gojo trailed off, his eyes trailed down, seeing his precum stain your cheeks from all his humping. He feels so dirty knowing that his cock couldn’t stop drooling over you. “You don’t have to do anything I promise.”

He did promise. Your thighs clench around his dick in the most delicious way. No penetration, only Gojo’s drooling cock pushing back and forth and against your covered folds. His chest pressed into your back for support, his eyes squeezed shut as he continued to use you. Precum dripped down your thighs, pooling through the pretty head of Gojo’s veiny erection.

“Fuck you feel good. Too good.” Good enough that he needed more. Your own panties slugged against his dick, allowing your wetness to mix with his. Your lower lips were puffy and aching from the constant back and forth but you knew he needed it. His heavy balls smacked between the curve of your ass, leaving your skin irritated and red. “Oh god Princess. Look what your doing to me. Having me rut against you like this in a public bathroom no less.”

He was like a dog In heat, moans pushing past his lips only to be met with your ears. You could only nod, your legs shaking from the tip of his cock hitting your clit. One of Gojo’s hands left your waist to pull your dress up. He bunched it above your hips just to see his tip disappear into your plush thighs. Watching the head drool more as it comes back out. “Gojo, your twitching against me.” You panted, his dick starting to separate your folds.

Your panties showed a massive dark spot, the cloth now bunched around your clit from his frantic movements. His fingers moved to pull your underwear up, watching you wince and pull at your lip with your teeth. Shit. That face you make almost sent him over the edge. Almost. Gojo knows there’s only one way he can finish. He’s known that for a bit now, ever since he started dry humping you. He needed to be inside you.

Large hands cupped your ass, spreading the cheeks apart to engulf more of him. The base of his cock glistened from your arousal. “That’s c-cause you feel so good Princess. So good. Too good. Please let me be inside you.”

Your eyes snapped open, body still jerking from his thrusts. Sweat clung to your face, neck, chest, everywhere. At this point he’s been teasing you for more than half an hour. “Satoru we are in public-“

“Please Princess. Please.” Gojo’s eyes peered through his damp bangs. His head nuzzled the side of your face, tongue licking the side of your neck before sucking on the flesh. “I want to be in you so bad. I need to be inside you, that’s why I’ve been so weird y/n.”

His hips snapped against you with more force, more liquid spilled down the side of your thigh. “S-Satoru-“ The head slid across your slit slowly when you began to say his name. Hearing you struggle on such a simple word was music to him. “I love when your pretty lips say my name.” He moaned softly in your ear.

You knew from the start he’d get what he wants. How could he not? You were just as wet as he was, your pussy has been clenching around his tip every time it hits your clit. When you gave a slow nod of approval, Gojo beamed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Cut, starched, burned, tossed, you didn’t know. All you knew was that your panties were now off. Your body was bent over the sink with Gojo’s cock buried inside you. The first thing Gojo thought when only the tip of his cock entered you was that he didn’t deserve this. “Shit.” He cursed as he slowly pushed the rest of him inside of you.

The way your pussy sucked him in was divine. You were wet, so wet already around him. He could feel the stickiness as he pulled all the way out before plunging back in. “Fuck your pretty. Your so fucking pretty.” Gojo’s head fell back with his words as he continued to pump into you.

The wet noises of your pussy echoed in the bathroom. The embarrassment creeping on your face only made your thighs tremble more. “I- Close!” You moaned.

Gojo’s head tilted back up when an idea popped into his mind. He looked down. The view below him was enough, just more than enough to send him cumming inside of you.

Your ass bumped against him, causing the cheeks to jiggle. But the best part was seeing your pussy suck him in. Seeing the base of his cock being pooled with your arousal. “Please let me cum inside you Princess. I need too, your sucking me so well I-“

His voice broke into a shattered moan, hands clenching at the sides of your hips as your inside swelled with his cum. Both were relieved, having finished at the same time.

Gojo pulled out his dick slowly, before stopping when you clenched around him. One of your hands grabbing his with a tug. His eyes met yours, swallowing thickly from the look. “We will be continuing this later, Satoru.”

Your boyfriend gave you a small peck on the cheek along with a dizzy grin. “Yes Princess.”

[xrenjunniesx]

Hi I love your account can you please write dreamies revealing their relationship with a non idol reader

when they reveal your relationship

Idol!nct dream x non-idol!reader

a/n - I really struggled on this for some reason so I’m sorry for the longer wait

mark

you two were just trying to enjoy an evening at a bar for a friends birthday. the back of the bar was booked out meaning no fans were going to even be allowed in. it wasn’t fans that were the problem, but rather it was one of the staffs who recognised mark as an idol.

a photo of the two of you hugging each other and another one of mark kissing your cheek was revealed to the public and immediately the response was strong.

people you knew were recognising you and contacting you, EVERYONE was freaking out.

mark didn’t know at first until you called him, panicking as you explained what happened. he left his schedule as quick as he could and went home to you, calling the company to set a meeting to see where to go from here. he is rather mature about the situation and oddly calm, mainly because he knew this kind of thing was bound to happen one day.

doesn’t mean he isn’t panicking though.

renjun

he was the one who saw the post revealing photos of you two shopping together. in fact he saw the post before it even reached the general public. he was quick to get staff and his members to try and get the post taken down but it grew more popular by the minutes and eventually it was making headlines.

he called you and talked to you through what had happened. he was trying to be calm because this wasn’t the end of the world but damn did it feel like that as he read through the public’s opinion.

he did see a few positive comments but the negative outweighed them, so he deletes his social media apps of his phone, only posting photos on Instagram every now and then before deleting again. goes inactive until everything has calmed down for his own mental health and his suggest you do the same - even if it takes months.

jeno

you two were talking in the background of a behind the scenes video uploaded to the youtube channel. the editors thought you were a staff member, they didn’t even notice you and jeno hugging in the background that was only shown for a split second.

the clip was instantly being spread around and the youtube video was re-edited but it didn’t stop the original from being shown.

when he saw it he was a little shocked since he didn’t even notice that there was any type of camera in the room at that moment, which was why he was comfortably talking to you in the middle of the room.

you contacted him minutes later after he first saw it, crying in a moment of worry for what this all meant for you both.

he will reassure you but he will also be just as worried and be telling you to be careful if you go out anywhere JUST IN CASE.

haechan

on a live one of the fans asked what time it was there and he showed the fans his phone, not realising he hadn’t turned notifications off. you sent a message at that exact moment saying, “love, I’ll be home soon.” he moved the phone away quickly but he knew he was done for. he laughed it off awkwardly at first before apologising and ending the live.

he called you as soon as the live was over. “BABE I JUST REVEALED YOUR TEXT OH MY GOD”

you’re both freaking out but once you’re home he tries to calm down and think maturely about this. “look… they can’t ALL hate me? I’ll still be able to make music��” He is thinking positively and refusing to pick his phone up because he knows if he goes online he will only think negatively.

jaemin

you were somewhat a youtuber, and in one of your vlogs, in the background as you walked with the camera through your house there was a picture of you and jaemin.

people managed to recognise it immediately and you were shocked because you didn’t even notice it when you were editing. you contact jaemin, worrying what he would say. you speak so fast into the phone that he didn’t even get to say anything until you were done speaking.

“love… it’s okay we can sort this out.” “I am so sorry jaemin.” “it’s okay, I’ll contact the company then I’ll call you right back, okay?”

you both ended up just coming out about the situation and admitting your dating. you take a break from your socials.

the only positive to this situation is that he gets to see you more since he doesn’t have to hide anything anymore. you can go to his place and he can go to yours!

chenle

there was two instances where he accidentally revealed it and he didn’t even realise that fans would connect these two instances. the first thing was when he accidentally followed your account on instagram. he went on bubble not long after he made it seem light hearted, “oh I accidentally followed an account while going through reels.”

the second time was when a fan asked to be daegals mother and he instantly said, “she already has a mother. WHICH is me I’m the mother and father. I’m the only one she needs.” he panicked as he spoke and tried to play it off.

fans put the two times together and looked more into it, figuring out that you two HAD to be dating. the one and only time the crazy fans were right.

he is panicking when he realises fans were figuring it out and instantly gets in contact with both you and the company. you’re a bit more calm over the phone about this than he is but when you see him in person you’re also freaking out.

jisung

you two were seen together out in public. it was really late at night when the two of you were going for a walk to a local shop near your place to get some late night food.

fans approached jisung, leaving you both shocked since he was disguised pretty well in your opinion.

the fans kept pestering you both so you two ran away- literally.

it made headlines the next day, and you laughed at the photos of you running away with jisung. your laughter was really just covering for how nervous and worried you were though. He on the other hand was texting everyone he trusted and getting all sorts of different advice.

he is really worried about what this meant for his future and he might consider a hiatus to avoid having to face the fans for a bit if the response is really negative.

[7077070707]

best friend

feat — gojo satoru

contents & warnings — not proofread because im fucking lazy, mutual pining, friends to lovers, suggestive content, gojo being a dork as per usual

a/n — guys i’m sorry for writing ANOTHER gojo fic but he’s just so fun to write. this is slowly turning into a gojo blog (i hate him). ALSO, im actually a dc girl so i’m with my pookie on this one,,, but like at the same time i might prefer starwars… it’s hard out here, they’re both so peak. um!!! as you can tell i’m oddly passionate about all this comic and movie shit from my stupid rambling so im just gonna stop!!!

you and your best friend satoru trek indoors, both sweaty and fatigued from the blazing summer heat. you’re still finishing off the popsicle that gojo generously bought for you from the convenience store, for the whopping price of ¥180 (a true gentleman, he is). he claimed to be donating to charity, with you being a charity case – so in response you simply kicked him in the back of his knees which resulted him folding like a foldable chair. 

gojo was mindlessly chewing on the remains of his popsicle – that being the stick – and shoves his hands into his pockets. you were both passionately arguing over which franchise was better, and it was quickly becoming more and more heated. 

“dc is soo much better than marvel! what are you talking about?” he whines, pulling his hands out of his pockets and positioning them in a questioning, exasperated manner for the sake of exaggeration and his strong opinion. 

“no! no! no! marvel is cooler, and the movies are top tier. are dc movies as successful as marvel movies? no, i don’t think so.” you defend yourself, pointing an accusatory finger at gojo with some swagger. 

“well yeah, marvel movies are generally better but we’re talking about EVERYTHING, and everyone knows dc comics are superior. ‘cause, you know, the storylines are deeper and over all more interesting. and have you seen some of the art? arkham asylum’s art is insane! ALSO, CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW ICONIC BATMAN IS?” 

“i could say the same about spiderman. and iron man–” 

he cuts you off, “okay then, joker too!” 

“shut up! alright, fine… one point to marvel for movies, and one point to dc for comics.” you announce, albeit begrudgingly. 

“hold on, y/n.” leaning forward and wagging his finger stupidly, “there’s still more to it! what about games? or merch? lego adaptations? or even cartoons! maybe we could even add star wars to the mi–” 

“enough! it’s too hot for this, satoru! we can settle this later, and maybe even bring suguru as well, to defend his case for star wars.” 

a flash of disappointment shines upon his face at the mention of suguru, but maybe you were just seeing things. could it be that he was possibly saddened at the thought of his close friend being here? but why? maybe it’s because he wants to be alone with yo– 

‘no, shut up y/n!’ you think to yourself, ‘that’s obviously not the case…’ a small, sad after thought. you blame it on the lingering crush you had on your bestfriend and inwardly sigh. 

after the disappointed face that you claimed to notice, he flashes you a dopey grin and leans back. “alright, fine! you’re on! and damn, it is getting hot. i mean, even hotter. hotter than it was before, like previously–” he stops, “am i.. am i rambling?” 

“well, no. i mean, er– yes, yes you are. but it’s–” you giggle, “it’s cool, satoru. don’t sweat it!” your chest suddenly fills with a warmth, a different kind of warmth to the one the surface of your skin was feeling. 

he recovers and starts, “well, anyway…” he then abruptly takes his shirt off and throws it over his shoulder, his chiselled torso being revealed to you which raises heat to your face.

inside, you're panicking, ‘ohmygod.. what is happening? why is he stripping? huuuh..?’ 

he retrieves a wet rag and drags it across his body, creating wet droplets on his skin which was way more erotic than it should’ve been. the cool rag relieves him of the uncomfortable heat and he groans lowly, tilting his head up.

at the sound, you flush an even deeper red and panic even more, ‘oh my god! why? why is he so casual about this? i mean, how would he feel if i were to suddenly strip and wash myself with a wet towel? and make erotic noises as well! or am i making this an even bigger deal than it is? curse me and my brain…’ 

you stare shamefully at him, averting your eyes every now and then as an attempt to protect your wavering dignity. 

he catches your eye, and a shit eating grin presents itself on his face, “y/n? you alriiight? why is your face so red?” he teases, elongating his words and taking the piss out of you. 

you position yourself into a fighting stance, and retort defensively, “what? my face isn’t red! what are you talking about?” 

“why are you getting so riled up then? i’m only pulling your tail, ya know! unless you're actually flustered?” he quipped, inching closer to you. 

“go to hell gojo!” 

“why are you so flustered anyway?” he inquired, as if he wasn’t displaying his god-like body in front of you like a piece of exquisite art, “wait!” he lets out an exaggerated gasp, raising his hand to his mouth and you prepare yourself for the ‘shocking’ revelation his stupid little head cooked up, “you’re staring at my body! heeeey!” 

you grind your teeth, about to swing your fist at him. 

“i mean, i don’t blame you. girls are crazy over me.” he boasts, making you feel even more idiotic, “but hey, i’m crazy over you too!” you halt your actions and pause. 

“wait… what?” you croak out.

“you best believe it, pretty!” 

“you… you like me?” stunned by this unexpected declaration, “you like me, too?”

the boy smiles fondly at you, “of course. i just didn’t know how to confess… so i simply decided to do it on a whim, ya know – when my heart felt the fullest and all that cheesy crap.” 

“awww. gojo, you like me! that’s so cute!” 

his face gains an adorable pink flush, uncharacteristically flustered from your comment, and he sputters out, “wait what? why are the tables turning? when did the tables turn? how are the tables turning?!” 

giggling behind your hands, you assured him good naturedly, “well, just so you know. i like you too.” 

deadpanning at you, “i figured.” 

giggling once more, you twirl towards him and place a sweet kiss on the cheek of your now ex-best friend.

(bonus)

satoru smiles at the contact, but a burning question arrises, “so wait, does this mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

you ponder for a moment, scrunching your face — gojo copying your expression, “err yeah, i think so! is that how it works?”

“how about i take you out on a date, pretty?” he suggests, finger gunning at you and flashing his signature goofy grin.

[misc-obeyme]

Seen ask about how MC is basically carries bros family, and it's make me feel feelings

I mean, when Lucifer lost his memory, bros was like "MC what should we do??? " dudes, you're ancient demons, why do you ask some human 😭

Honestly, I like that bc it's help me writing my MC lol But also, it's interesting contrast between bros, who so depend on MC, and side characters who saw that shit and was like "not on my watch"

Especially love when Barb and Sol told about this, I guess that's why I warmed up to Barb, bc Sol is already the best boy. I hope Mephisto, Raph and 13 will help MC to be yourself, not perfect one, who should be always strong and collected

/but, still, I like that MC able to help Lucifer with his burden and let him breathe, he deserved it. Sometimes I hate how his brothers treat him and I never wanted to be in anti Lucifer team :/

Sorry for my english and have a good day 🤝

Hello, my friend!

Ah yes, the demons being oddly dependent on MC is a little confusing, but I guess it's because they want MC to feel like part of the family?

Personally I think they make the brothers too reliant on MC in general, but I suppose it's because they want it to feel like MC is super powerful and strong, even if they're just a human?

I think I ended up kinda going with the opposite for my MC. I was kinda like okay, well, my MC is a just a regular guy. They contribute to the problems just as much as they help solve them lol.

And while I'm sure the side characters can be just as problematic in their ways, they all feel like they have separate lives apart from MC. Like they don't just fall apart whenever MC isn't around.

I already kinda get those vibes from Mephisto after the recent NB lesson where he was worried about them getting hurt. Like he took the time to make sure they were okay and then started asking them if they missed their family and such. I'm hoping the same for Raphael and Thirteen. I think I like all these characters more for similar reasons - they got their own stuff going on. They feel like they don't just exist for MC, they have more stories, richer lives. Whereas some of the brothers really feel like they just exist to fill the number of sins and are lacking more nuanced roles. This is easily fixed in fanfiction and I like finding those pieces of each character myself when I'm writing for them, but it can make them feel kinda flat too.

Lucifer is the brother that has the most going on, in my opinion. He's the most fleshed out, so I think we get more insight into him as a character. He definitely needs to take a break and I love the entire concept of MC being the one who's like, I see you and I see the work you do and I need you to hand some of that over to me so that you can rest.

[ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs]

1971: Harry Potter What if Series Book One:

CONTENT WARNING: CHILD ABUSE, NEGLECT, MINOR BULLYING

Chapter One:

Word Count: 2,436

The Black family manor usually quieted down around eight pm. Today seemed to be different though. Perhaps it was the special occasion but Sirius was used to his parents' strict properness policies. No one in the house who didn't live there after dinner had ended, always polite conversation to family and follow every direction and every tradition that was ever imposed. Arranged marriages, business deals, perfect grades, perfect proper people or else you were disowned for being a blood traitor. The newest policy was that when you turned 16, not only did your parents make a marriage match for you with someone who was deemed perfect who happened to be part of your family in their attempt to keep the blood pure, you were forced to take the dark mark which was a way of selling the rest of your life to The Dark Lord, Voldemort. 

Sirius Black, the eldest of the children in the Noble House of Black didn't believe any of that, however. He believed that he was meant for something different. Not that he was quiet about that. Though in the last few years since his brother had started to become considered the favourite, he'd become louder about it than he was as a younger child, consistently voicing his opinions due to his hope that his parents would leave him alone and his strong willpower to be different than the older generations of his family had been. 

Sirius woke up in his darkened bedroom to hear the soft knocking of his younger brother's knuckles on his bedroom door. The older boy looked up at the clock that hung on the wall above his simple four post bed; 21:10. 

"Sirius, come on."Regulus' hushed voice came from the other side of his battered door, the sound echoing more due to the holes caused by his mother's constant habit of throwing things at it to get Sirius' attention. 

"What do you need, Reg?"

"I can't sleep. Thought we could talk."

"I leave tomorrow, Reggie. I need sleep."

"Exactly. Just talk for a few minutes. Please."

"Fine. Door's unlocked anyway."

Regulus opened the door and quietly shuffled in. Even in his tired, clearly cautious state, he looked proper and put together even though he was only nine years old. He quietly shut the door behind him and padded nearly silently toward his older brother's bed. Sirius sat up out of habit as his brother took his usual seat next to him on the mattress.

"It's only a year, Reggie. And it isn't like I won't be home soon anyway."Sirius whispered, as he was resting his hands behind him and leaning back against them to look down at his brother.

Regulus shifted awkwardly in his seat. "One year where our parents are oddly quiet, yes. Where you aren't here to at least keep me company through the family gatherings that drag on so much that I wish I could just sink into the floor. Much less make me crack a smile. I hate to say it but I'll miss that."

Sirius scoffs in mock offense, pulling a face at his brother. "You say that like you don't enjoy it, Reggie."

"Well the name leaves some scarring, I will admit."Regulus' lips curled into a slight amused smile.

A snorting laugh escaped Sirius' mouth before Regulus quickly clasped his hands over Sirius' mouth. 

"You're going to get us caught."Regulus scolded his older brother, voice still in a whisper.

"I'm sorry. But you're kind of funny when you're not being so... Prim and proper."

"You must be so impressed-"

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The memory is swiftly cut off with a sharp smack to the back of Sirius' head. He winces at the feeling. 

"Sirius, pay attention."Walburga says forcefully in the raven-haired boy's ear.

"Just thinking."the boy says, clutching the handle of his black leather suitcase in the palm of his hand a bit tighter in a less than successful attempt to ground himself.

"Clearly."

Sirius does everything he can to force himself to focus on his surroundings. His mother's pole-straight posture as she walks at his side, her pale skin and sharp features making it difficult not to think about the past few years of his childhood, especially the last few awful weeks which she and his father, Orion, had used as their final attempts to whip him into shape before he was headed off to Hogwarts. He forced himself to look away from her, tracing the red bricks of the train platform with his gaze, watching the cobblestones at his feet pass by as he continues forward to the doors of the train.

"Sirius Orion."Walburga snaps when it seems to Sirius that he's finally calmed himself down a little. "Are you even listening to me?"

Sirius speeds up his pace as he walks down the train platform, his mother following close behind while Regulus and Orion have fallen into step not even three paces behind the two. Much to his disdain, his mother catches up immediately. Sirius manages at the last second to speed up just enough to get on the train as two boys in his year follows close on his heels. For a moment, he's thankful he was able to tune his mother's words out even briefly although as always, he knows all too well that she'll only repeat them later.

Relieved to finally get away from his so-called parents, Sirius slumps down into one of the benches that sits in one of the booths in the back of the train. Before his parents can have a chance to find out which car he sat in, he yanks the shade down over the window of the car. Someone knocks on the doorframe of the train car. 

"May I sit?"a shy blonde boy with a chubby stature who stands at about 4'3", nearly 6 inches shorter than Sirius himself is. The boy's voice is barely audible.

"Sure, go for it."Sirius replies, waving the boy off as he rests his elbow on the top of his suitcase which sits against the window beside him and props his chin up on the palm of his hand. 

The boy quietly toddles in, nearly as quiet as Regulus though the taller, mocha skin coloured boy who follows him is not quite as poised. 

"Hiya! I'm James Potter! This here is Peter Pettigrew-"the boy slaps the smaller boy who'd trailed in before him on the back in a comradery sort of way.

"Sirius."the black haired boy mutters in reply, sitting up straight and folding his hands in his lap, slightly tilting his chin to look up at the two boys that now sit on the bench across from him in the train car. 

"What was that, mate?"James replies, still sounding awfully cheerful, a nice change from the dark and gloomy composure of his family.

Sirius cheers up slightly at the thought that maybe there are others like him, cheerful and not nearly as worried about being correct as his family had raised him to be. "Sirius. Sirius Orion Black the third."the formerly solemn boy repeats, putting emphasis on the end of his name like he'd gotten used to. 

"B-Black...?"the Pettigrew boy mumbles. 

"Yes. Is that some sort of problem?"Sirius felt a slight churn in his stomach at the his fellow student's slight discomfort.

"Pete's a little wary of some of the more well known pureblood families."Potter responds. 

"May I ask why?"Sirius mutters not sure if he even wants the response, slumping back into his seat.

"I watched her... her hit you. Y-your mother."Peter mumbles.

"Yes, yes she did. Doesn't everyone's?"

"No!"James and Peter reply in a worried-sounding chorus. 

Sirius opens his mouth to speak once more but closes it as a boy with messy, dirty blonde hair and slightly oversized uniform robes walks into the train car, sitting down next to Sirius without saying a word. Sirius cocks an eyebrow at the boy. 

"And you are?"Sirius pipes up without even thinking.

"R-remus Lupin..."the boy replies, barely audible like Peter but sounding less proper. 

"Sounds-"

"Yes?"he interrupts the Black house heir, seeming more annoyed now as he meets Sirius' grey-blue eyes.

"Common."Sirius says, confident despite being interrupted. The two boys sitting opposite Remus and Sirius begin giggling at the boy's response.

"Clearly you have something to say about that."

"Well yes I do. What are you doing with three purebloods? We're noble families, you know."

"There was n'where else to sit. So I suppose we'll just have to get along."

James and Peter fall silent. "I suppose we will."Sirius replies in unwilling agreement. 

Finally, the train starts moving, beginning the few hour long journey to Hogwarts. 

"So Remus, where are you from?"James asks, clearly trying to change the now somber mood. 

"Wales."Remus mutters in response, twiddling his thumbs as he watches out the window across the walkway from the cabin the four share.

James pulls the string on the bottom of the window shade closest to him and opens the window. "I'm from London. Sorry about Sirius by the way he's not used to outside life yet."

"Outside life?"Remus asks, sounding slightly dazed and uninterested as he looks out the newly uncovered window. 

"He's used to everyone around him being pureblood."

"Pureblood? Wha's that?"Remus finally makes eye contact with James, revealing a scar on his cheek.

"Means both of your parents are of magical families."

"Never heard of that."

"I can tell. He'll warm up though, right Black?"

Sirius looks over at James, cocking an eyebrow up at him, annoyed. 

"Get used to it? Come on. Get used to a filthy half breed around me constantly?"Sirius snaps.

The train car goes silent and Sirius feels his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. For the rest of the ride to the castle, the whole train car is silent. The four can't seem to separate even so. Sirius stays silent though he seems to still walk with the same poised confidence he had before despite the embarrassment of before.

The entire Slytherin table which sits on the far end of the Great Hall seems to watch him when he walks down the walkway between the four tables. He stands near the front of the crowd, internally praying that he won't be noticed. He adjusts his still perfect-looking uniform and waits quietly, chin up as he watches the sorting hat be placed on each student's head, though he's tuned out the names. Instead of listening, he looks at the room around him, seeming to pick out each person he's related to. However, as he's always done, he can tell the person in command of the whole room sits quietly at the front of the room in an extravagant gold metal chair that could pass for a throne if Sirius hadn't known that it was sitting a member of the Ministry Of Magic. He recognized the grey haired man immediately; Albus Dumbledore. 

The professor seemed to hold an aura of power over the entire room. You didn't have to know him personally to know who he was, especially at Hogwarts. Noone quite knew how he'd gotten to where he was in the place that he was. But everyone understood, this was a man that you would never want to cross. Despite his kind demeanor, he could do anything he wanted. Sirius had the sense that there's nothing that the old man wouldn't do. He was used to that sort of gut feeling, the feeling that he was in the presence of someone he should fear or would need to beat. Though this man makes it difficult to tell which Sirius would need to do. 

"Sirius Black."Minerva McGonagall calls his name after going through what seemed like a hundred other students whose names fell before his name in alphabetical order. 

Sirius walked up the steps and up to the stool in front of him with a style, confidence and swagger that only he could have. He takes his seat like he's about to be crowned king, shoulders back in perfect, refined posture. 

"A Black, I see. Pureblood."the hat speaks in his head like his parents and cousins always told him it would.

Please. Anything but Slytherin. Sirius begs in his thoughts, hoping that it doesn't show on his face. 

His family members seem to get more worried as they watch Sirius sit on the podium, Sirius pays them no mind, only glancing over at them before looking at the acquaintances he'd made on the train who didn't seem to care who he was related to. 

"GRYFFINDOR!"the hat, still sitting atop his head finally shouts, its voice echoing through the great hall. 

Despite Sirius' internal thankfulness for his preference being taken into consideration, he still sits there speechless, as do the rest of his peers. He'd expected Ravenclaw, he'd always been a bright child. But Gryffindor was a shock to him. His two older cousins Narcissa and Bellatrix stare up at him in disbelief. 

"Mr. Black, please take your seat."McGonagall reminds Sirius gently as she removes the old hat from his head and sets it aside. 

Silently, Sirius rises from his seat, regaining his composure as he fakes a wild smirk and walks to the Gryffindor table, sitting down. For the rest of the ceremony, the only names he seems to hear are Remus Lupin, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. Sirius couldn't believe his luck, at least the Potter and Pettigrew boys were sorted into the same house. He couldn't care less about Lupin, though the boy was also sorted into Gryffindor. 

After the ceremony ended, Dumbledore seemed to make food appear on the plates in front of them, drinks appeared in goblets and pitchers and there seemed to be an endless amount of them. Despite the fact that Sirius was indifferent and somewhat disapproving of the Lupin boy before, he found it intriguing when he put four different spreads onto four triangles of toast, piling his plate with sweets and any food that was set in front of him. Sirius could hardly pay attention to his own food because he was so busy watching the clearly very common boy. 

Full version:

Slowly working on updates but so far this one's taking more time than most of my books do.

Eventually once I've gotten several chapters finished on Quotev, it'll be posted on Ao3 as well.

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Winter Schnee x OC

Meeting the sister

The night Winter’s sister and the rest of her team was arrested was a terrible night for Hazel. She heard Winter’s voice boom at the guards bringing them in

”You have ten seconds to take that off before I start hurting you.”

”Relax Operative Schnee,” Hazel had strolled in before dismissing the guards and taking off the cuffs herself, but firstly delivering a report to Ironwood and Winter

”This is Hazel,” Winter introduced, “she mostly helps me with my daily assignments, but on occasion is a participant in the Ace Ops.” 

“So she’s your assistant,” Yang commented

”A very good one,” Hazel informed Yang taking her cuffs off

Though no one on Weiss’ team seemed impressed by Hazel

The following days after Winter’s sister became a full Huntress, Hazel asked Ironwood if should directly assist in the Amenity Project 

“What’s this sudden interest? You’re usually more hesitant in these missions” 

“I needa show the new huntsmen who’s still on top” 

An amused Ironwood had then assigned Hazel to lead Ruby and Weiss on a mission inside the mines to clear Grimm 

When Winter came over to Hazel’s that night for dinner their conversation was certainly an interesting one:

”Ironwood is allowing me to take your sister and her teammate on a assignment in the mines”

“When did you become interested in field work?”

”When your sister and her team were clearly judging me for being an assistant.”

Winter knew that you were only interested in the mission to impress her sister

The following day Weiss and Ruby looked displeased finding out that Winter’s assistant was leading them on the mission toward the mines

”But aren’t you an assistant?”

Despite Hazel’s uniform clearly marking her as an Ace Op, she was still dismissed as the assistant 

The two did not believe you whatsoever until they got into the mines. The two would start their movement in an attack, but you always got to it first eliminating the Grimm. Honestly, they were confused why they were even there in the first place because you kept targeting Grimm before they were even a problem. 

“I don’t have any strong qualities except my sight, but I make it work by defusing any possibility of it going wrong before moving forth.”

That oddly helped Ruby and Weiss to be impressed by you because they started to think about the Ace Ops and their abilities. In comparison Hazel’s ability was very lackluster 

The mission probably would’ve taken half the day, but being the best sharpshooter in Atlas and eliminating the threat before it even happened, it only took two hours. The last hour was just doing a walkthrough to ensure clearance.

Throughout the mission you kept calling Weiss, Winter by accident, but to be fair Weiss looked like Winter when she was at the academy. 

“Winter. I mean Weiss, can you check the left tunnel. Sorry your resemblance is uncanny.” 

“We don’t even look that alike!” 

“No, but you pout the same way.” 

“My sister does not pout!” 

“Have you seen her after Ironwood yelled at her?”

Even though Ruby would’ve liked to see more action, she was very amused by your interactions with the younger Schnee.

 Weiss was surprised about how close you and Winter were

Winter had met you three, post reporting that the mission was a success

Weiss had immediately called after her sister, Hazel on the other hand called Winter, ‘Weiss’ promptly receiving a glare from Winter

Weiss informed Winter that their presences wasn’t needed since Hazel had practically solo’d the entire thing 

As Hazel talked to Ruby about future missions surrounding the Amenity project, Winter had informed Weiss that the only reason why you had requested to go on a mission 

”Why would she care about our opinion?” 

“She cares about your opinion” 

Winter had then instructed you to attend her last meeting of the day as she was going to spend time with her sister, you obliged without question. 

That was the day that Weiss found out that her sister had a more than work relationship with you

”How long have you been seeing her?”

“Since the fall of Beacon”

Weiss was shocked that her sister was interested in something, or even someone outside of work.

“As I was saying, Hazel just wants to ensure that she has a positive relationship with you. She was very concerned about you even before meeting you.” 

 Weiss was very pleased about the romantic interest Winter had picked. She was unsurprised that Winter would be interested in someone so capable

”So are you two official?”

”No”

“Are you happy?”

”Very” 

“That’s all that matters” 

Hazel ended up finding Winter and Weiss at a nearby cafe after picking up groceries. Weiss seemed more pleased with your presence, but she did very much mess with you at first. 

She acted disapproving of you when you came to say hello and she watched you immediately burst into a panic somehow losing all of your people skills. 

Winter was very pleased that you were so concerned about Weiss’s perspective of you. She even gave you a quick peck in front of Weiss which you did not expect whatsoever, especially since Winter was so against PDA.

Needless to say the Schnee sisters were very amused with you after you somehow lost all your words again

”I’m going to escort Weiss back to her dorms.”

”I uh yeah, yeah sounds good!” 

The two sisters watched you leave with a small bounce, still happy that Winter gave you an ounce of PDA 

“She’s really whipped for you” 

“I’m aware.” 

[captain-aralias]

randomised trope/tag grading game

clearly today is a day of doing memes (i posted a list of 9 favourite books earlier today). i know it's a tuesday and normal people are at work, but i'm writing some posts, hello!

Rules: Generate your own personal list of 10 AO3 tags to rate. How much do these tags affect your decision to click on a fic? -10 -> very dissuaded 0 - don’t care either way +10 -> very enticed nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

i was tagged in a very similar post by @bookish-bogwitch a few weeks ago. at the time i read her post, i felt like our opinions were so aligned that there wasn't a good reason for me to write my own post. (well done, great opinions!) the only exception really is that if a snowbaz fic was tagged age gap i might choose to read it - less because the trope is for me, and more because that's kind of weird for snowbaz. so, maybe it would be interesting! and i guess i feel pretty meh about H/C, sorry folks.

anyway - i decided to tweak the meme into the form that you see in this post. here's my 10 random things and what i think about them👇

Amusement Parks: -2

harsh judgement right out of the gate. i've read some good ones but i feel like generally a fic about an amusement park is likely to be some quite gentle fluff, maybe a modern AU, and that's not my favourite.

Unconventional Families: 0

maybe all slash fics that are kidfics are unconventional families? if so - i actually quite like kidfic, a not that secret shame, but i sort of like it less if the fact that they're gay parents is now worth flagging because it makes life difficult - since i am a gay parent. and i dont want to read about how it will be hard. so it averages out to a 0. if the family is more unconventional.... who knows? i would neither click nor not click.

Rough Sex: 8

how sad for me that this is my first clear yes and highest rated. i probably would click unless other tags or the summary put me off.

Public Transportation: 3

i went with a yes here, as i'm intrigued. it's oddly specific and suggests an interest in the specifics, and i am a fan of public transport. i've read some nice fics where snowbaz meet on trains (yes, often modern AU, but i dont dislike them all), like the classic 15-across by @ninemagicks and the equally classic remix 2-Down (A 15-Across remix) by @carryonvisinata (who also wrote a theme park story i like, so the -2 is definitely feeling mean. ah well, press on.) Bickering: 7

i mean - i prefer banter, but i assume if someone has written bickering they kind of mean banter. unless it's like sibling bickering and then maybe not.

Phone Calls & Telephones: 0

this is almost text fic (which i like less than most people like it) but not. i often write in a phonecall, it's part of what i think of as the friendship to lovers arc...... idk. i'm also going to add here that i keep thinking about plots that rely on people not being able to call each other, which is kind of the opposite. or you have to get to a pay phone - i dont know that i would want to read a fic like that, but there are some fun movies and books that you'd have to rework now. most recently i was watching madonna in 'desperately seeking susan'.

Redeemed (character): 7

this really depends on who they are, obviously. i can imagine it being really annoying if they never show any redeemability, but i've given it a strong 7 because i come from a world of redeeming the master from doctor who over and over again, so it would feel silly not to have it as a yes. and i kind of want to redeem the mage....... but it would be weird if he just was redeemed in a fic, and so too the master. it would have to be kind of about it.

Quests: 7

yes. not a 10/10 insta-click , because i can imagine it going on a bit too long if it was a fic about a quest rather than, say, two people realising they loved each other, but i would like it to be in the background. snowbaz has some good quest fics. Song of Sirens (rated E) by @scone-lover is such a fic or A Gift From the Propheseals (rated M) by @skeedelvee and @letraspal another.

Cats: 3

this feels mean, i have 3 cats myself - i like cats to be in a fic because cats are nice, but i also dont have many feelings about animal transformation and if snowbaz adopt a cat in the future... that's fine by me, i hope they do, but i probably don't want to read about it for more than a few lines.

Sociopathy: 2

probably not if it's a serious examination of this, but plenty of my villainous favs could be described as sociopaths, so... i give it a 2!

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anyone who wants to do the meme in this form - please do!

i tag everyone already tagged in this post, the people i tagged last post, and a few others: @giishu @orange-peony @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @carryonvisinata @alleycat0306 @fight-surrender @cows4247 @messofthejess @mysterioussheep @ivelovedhimthroughworse @nightimedreamersworld @cutestkilla @fatalfangirl @artsyunderstudy @larkral @forabeatofadrum @ileadacharmedlife @facewithoutheart happy tuesday.

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yandere kenny mccormick x reader

till death do us part (part 1) (part 2) (sorry if my english is bad :( )

DISCLAIMER: YANDERES AND STALKERS ARE BAD AND I DO NOT CONDONE THEM IRL!! 

As the bell rang, you strolled over to your locker. As you unlock it, a bunch of girls pass by, snickering at you. "Poor Kenny, having to deal with a girl like her." "She probably pays him to be with her!" The rest laughed, cackling loudly like an alarm that keeps going again and again. Kenny McCormick has been your best friend since you two were practically babies. You and he have been attached at the hip, and no one has been able to separate you since then.

Literally no one. You barely had any other friends than him; everyone you talked to went away, and attempts at talking to people other than Kenny were futile. And people who luckily didn't go away barely talk to you. As you two grew up and reached high school, everything went to hell. People you knew in South Park became mean, and rude, and targeted you for your loneliness and the fact you stuck to Kenny like a parasite. Honestly, you didn’t blame them for bullying you.

He was nice; he barely caused any trouble, and if he did, everyone would be on his side. Charming too, getting every girl he wanted, most likely having sex 24/7, and getting every guy to be friends with him. Strong, smart, and sweet. And you? Just some average lonely bullied teen. You were the opposite. Awkward and shy, with no idea how to talk to people without stuttering or tripping over your own words. There were times when you wished that Kenny could be more like you. Wished that he was the one getting bullied instead of you. But despite all of this, Kenny never left your side. He was there for every tear that fell from your eyes when someone called you names or made fun of your appearance. He stood up for you when no one else would, even if it meant taking a punch or two in the face. But of course, nobody would punch Kenny McCormick. You never knew why he would hang out with someone like you. No one hangs out with you. 

Except for one guy.

Your boyfriend, Mark Swanson, In your opinion, was far superior to Kenny. Even though everyone else would choose Kenny in a heartbeat, he was the sweetest boy ever and had the cutest smile you’d ever seen. And he never made you feel bad. So obviously, you hung out with Mark more often than you usually do with Kenny. Which made him pissed off, but you didn’t care. You wanted to be with someone other than him for once in your life. 

Mark came to you. Leaning against the other lockers. "Hello princess," Mark said in a suave voice; your face turned red like a tomato. Unlocking your locker, you saw a pink letter slip out. 'My sweetheart, y/n,' written in red pen

The handwriting looked oddly familiar, but you couldn't rack your brain on who it was. Turning to Mark, he had a confused expression on his face. "My sweetheart, y/n." he said mockingly. Clearly indicating it’s not him who wrote it. You picked it up quickly, looking behind you. I'm hoping this wasn’t some sort of prank orchestrated by those girls. Catching a glance at Kenny, who walked by. Weird, you thought. Kenny usually doesn’t come to this hall around this time. Closing your locker, you carefully open the letter. Mark moving closer to see better. Rolling his eyes. The paper was pink too and also written in red pen.

‘My lovely y/n,

I love you always

I’ve never known how to tell you this. Every time I try. I shriek in fear.’

“Real pussy he is.” Mark snorted. You laugh in response, nudging his side.

‘My heart beats for you and only you.

Your beauty, your laugh, your everything,

I get entranced, I’m always in awe of you.

Your smile is like a sunbeam on a cloudy day.

You take the darkest of clouds and push them away with joy and warmth.

As cheesy as this sounds. This is all true. I know what your thinking. This is some kind of prank, isn’t it? No, it’s not.

I'll do anything to be with you,

To hold you in my embrace. My love for you is all-consuming,

It consumes me, with every trace.

And I wish your boyfriend gets wiped off the human race.

Love, Your Admirer.

(PS. I could treat you way better.)’

“What a real dickwad he is,” Mark said, rolling his eyes. You giggled. “I bet he can’t treat me better than you can darling.” arms wrapped around Mark’s neck, you gave him a kiss on the cheeks. “Definitely,” he replied, hugging you. “Also, I can't hang out with you for lunch. Promised Kenny I would sit with him this time,”  you said in a sad tone. “Awh, it’s alright princess. Speaking of Kenny, this looks a lot like his handwriting, doesn’t it?” he said. You thought of it, it does look like his handwriting. But, Kenny could never. He had thousands of girls, why would he write this to you? “Yeah..” you muttered.  “Anyways, gotta go. Bye princess.” ripping out of your hug. As he walks away. You walked over to your next class.

As you walked to class, the words of the letter echoed in your mind. The writer's words were full of passion and a hint of desperation, which left you feeling uneasy. You couldn't help but wonder who this secret admirer could be and why they had such strong feelings for you.

Not to mention, as Mark pointed out, the handwriting did resemble Kenny's - a thought that made you confused. Your mind raced with different scenarios, trying to make sense of what was happening.

However, amidst all the confusion and anxiety, one thing was certain - the letter made you feel special in some way. It felt like someone saw through your soul and appreciated who you were on a deep level. Except for that last part of course! A part of you wished it wasn't just an anonymous confession but someone who would come forward and reveal their identity.

The whole time, the only thing you were focused on was that love letter. As time passed, the class finally ended. You couldn't stop thinking about the letter and who could have possibly written it. As the class ended, Kenny showed up in front of the class waiting for you with his sweet, white toothpaste ad smile. “Hey y/n!” As you and Kenny made your way to the cafeteria for lunch. Whatever he said went through your ear and out. You kept analysing every detail of the letter in your head. Could it really have been Kenny? You couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of confusion and discomfort that had taken over you. The words from the letter echoed in your mind, hitting you harder with every repetition. You tried to push it aside and focus on Kenny's presence beside you, but it wasn't working. It was as if a storm was brewing inside you, waiting for just the right moment to burst out.

As you walked towards an empty table at the corner of the cafeteria, thoughts of who could have written that letter continued flooding your mind like water overflowing from a dam. You didn’t even notice how silent you were.  "y/n? Did you hear me? You've been… awfully silent… " He asked earnestly. The thought crossed your mind - should I tell him? 

You tried weighing out the pros and cons. What's the harm in telling him?

(kenny’s pov)

You got it. I waited years to get the courage to write that love letter. You're rambling on and on about how you're worried if it’s a prank or not when I wrote that it wasn’t a prank. You keep going on about it and I’m just hoping you don’t notice my handwriting and imagining you sucking my dick. But sadly, your boyfriend probably noticed my handwriting. Stupid Mark and his fucking stupid everything. Jesus Christ, who knew it would be this hard.

“Any idea who it might be?” I asked, curiosity laced over my tone when really I already know who it is. “Mm, nope.” you said, not maintaining eye contact at all. I know when you're lying or not. I wanted to just tell you that it was me. But, I can’t risk telling you now, not with Mark in the picture. Fucking Mark has just always been in the way of us and I can’t goddamn stand it. I keep trying to scare him off and threaten him. But it never works. What does he even want from you? What does he have that I don't? It makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.

I ask you again, “Really? Come on y/n, I know your confidence isn’t high but it can’t be that fucking low.” you nod, I can see your boobs bounce slightly. You definitely wanted me to notice them, but I’m not complaining. “Can I hangout at your house today? Karen’s having a sleepover with her friends and Kevin’s also at a friend’s house and my parents are at some guy's house.” I asked, we haven’t been hanging out lately and it’s really been annoying me to the brim. 

y/n’s pov

With a sigh, you nod in agreement. You didn’t want to hang out with him. You just wanted to sit at home and sulk about that stupid love letter. Despite the awkwardness that had just arisen with the love letter topic. You notice how he smiles from ear to ear at your acceptance, his eyes sparkling with excitement. This is just sad, you thought. You're just going to act emo and mute while he’s beaming with joy just to hang out with you. “Yes! Woohoo!” Kenny says and you can feel almost all the girls glaring at you with intentions to murder you.

“But,” you say, Kenny had a quizzical expression on his face as he tilted his head in confusion. You couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret for agreeing . “I don’t know if my parents will give you permission to stay.” he looks at you dumbfounded, and scoffs, “come on, of course they will. They love me more than your siblings, you know?” internally, you're scolding yourself. You could've said no, but it’s too late to back out. Feeling dejected by his response, you said meekly, "Whatever you say." 

[fruit-salad-ship]

Cute Roman AU thought. One of the gardeners that Peach talks to suggests planting something that she can care for, like an olive tree. Something that would grow with her as she grows more accustomed to her new life with Plum and Grey. Even better later when she can eat the fruits of her labor.

I dont knwo why Rome AU always gets SO out of hand writing wise. Im so sorry guys.

theres probably a billion spelling errors here, i scrambled to get this down, and have yet to read it back or check it over. so. good luck.

she started small, her days off were spent caring for the hot weather plants, her favorites were the lavender and herbs that left their earthy smell on her hands for hours if she's been working them. Its miles from the dirt and blood and sweat and grime of the pits, its clean and fresh and bright and she adores it, quick to volenteer to take any herbs needed to the kitchen if the task needs doing.

plum notices, of course she does, this is her newest and most damaged little repair project to date, and one shes become increasingly fond of. Peach currently lives in staff accomodation, admittedly more barracks with amenities, most staff go home after their shifts to actual homes and families, but peach is a permanent resident with her own room and key, a first sure, but perhaps she could do with something a little more...homely. So plum plans to move her to one of the guest houses, a small but homely space, no more sharing her room with others. Plum knows peach will be difficult about this, so asks her to accompany her to the guest house, one of several on her properties, to just help do it up a bit. A slight lie. It admittedly is one of the lesser used one, and a lot of furniture has been stored in there.

Its a dusty mess, some rats scamper out, the yard out back is overgrown, but its got good strong walls, roofs in perfect condition, keeps the rain out. Peach is the one to do the lions share, no way is this a Plum job, she didnt let her lift a single ipece of furniture, even though plum muddles about fussing with decorations and sweeping and such. By the end of the day the two have been cleaning and organising for hours, only really pausing to discuss what decorations to go with from the wide assortment of things stored there, peach finds it odd that Plum would make her choose, but her boss had a habit of trying to get her to show her opinions, so she tried to indulge. The space felt...cosy, little kicthen, a tall ceilinged living space, windows with lots of light pouring in. the log store was filled, cushions beaten of dust, debris swept out, and bed made, a bed with fine sheets of the softest cotton, a real luxury to someone who'd spent her life on stone floors and wooden benches. Peach found it oddly cathartic to sort the space, taking up her shield that'd been placed down to work, the space ready for future guests as she stood back taking it in.

A knock on the door pulled them both, seeing Grey stick his head in, expressing how nice it was in there now. In his hands was a plant, its roots wrapped in a sack so as to not spread dirt everywhere. He hands it to peach who says nothing, just takes it to hold, its her job after all, as he keeps snooping around with a jolly disposition. once returned he asks where she's going to plant that thing, to which Plum shoves him with her elbow to stop, and he gathers that the topic hasnt been brought up yet, immediatly shutting up. Peach just standing there, clueless, looking between them, this sappling in her arms, not daring to ask a question, it wasnt her place to do that. Plum kind of laughs, breathes, knows this will be less than painless, pulling a key from a pocket within her robes, placing it on the table.

You can see the realisation sink in, the cogs ticking as she explains that this place, his home, is now peach's, to do what she wants with, no more barracks, no more sharing space. its an outskirt space, no one ever uses it, and she believes its time this woman, who came to her so damaged and so skittish, had something she could feel truly proud of. Peach...doesnt understand. Tries to explain that she couldnt afford to buy it, is this maybe a house sitting gig until the real owners come home to it? perhaps....a joke? shes not too sure what constitutes a joke just yet, but this could be one??? they have to sit her down and clearly lay out that no ones coming for the building, theres a quarter acre around it thats hers to play with, that theres no repayment, no trick or trap, and if she leaves or moves, that it fall back to plum as her property. Until then, its in Peach's name. It's hers. No strings. Grey says the plant he brought was a house warming gift, apologising for runing the surprise with a laugh, it wasnt his intention.

Peach is left to sit in this space, still processing, the other two suggesting she move her things to here now her shift was over, they'd come back for dinner in a couple hours to celebrate the move with her.

Shes on the plush chair, sat with this plant in her lap, blinking hard as she looks around, unsure if she should move? if she can touch stuff, or like...what??? it takes a few minutes, well, half an hour, shes not sure what to do, but the plant needs water, its the one thing to spur her to move from her position, sat tightly wound, in a confused silence.

The garden was fenced off kind of, areas collapsed in on themselves, all long grass, the scattering of trees and rocky earth feeling very natrual. she stands in the kitchen doorway leading out to a cobbled area, what was once a clothesline fallen, holding that plant perhaps a little too tight without realising it, looking around with no clue at all what to do. Theres a well about five meters away from the house. Its a first step, having to rummage in the long grass to find the rope and bucket that would bring water up to her, dumping the plant in it while crouched in the sun. This had to be a joke right?

The pair return and shes sat out in the last minutes of sun on an old crate, just kind of staring off, only noticing them when they open the gate into the yard, sitting straighter, back on her best behaviour. Shes still in her work gear, her shift ended hours ago, but she sat in the armour this whole time, something Grey points out, adjusting how hes carrying a small crate of things, bottles and vegetables poking out from the top. She didnt realise, apolagising, so spaced out. Meanwhile Plums gone inside, a plate of ingrediants in hand, placing it down and noticing nothings been touched, and upon looking in the closet in the bedroom, none of peach's clothes are put in there, nothing of hers is here at all in fact. Peach is startled when her boss shouts out to her, asking why shes not got her stuff yet, unable to find an answer. What did she mean? like. her things? was she a stay in guard for this place or something?? It doesnt really click, but she can't argue as Plum grabs her hand and pulls her away from the place, Grey staying behind to start cooking up a storm. Peach is brought to the barracks, Plum nagging her to get out of her work gear, her days ended, its time to relax. But...if shes guarding the house surely shes got to be in work gear? After getting her back into normal clothes, the boss grabs an empty wooden box, going straight to the guards old room, placing it on the bed. Peach just stands there, not 100% sure why shes putting her books in there, or her little weird looking rock collection that lined the windowceil, or the spare dagger she kept under her pillow. She jumped to work when plum told her to start folding her clothes up and put them in the box too.

by the time the pair were walking back, the wreath peach made around her neck, placed there to carry it hands free by Plum, all her things in this wooden crate, wandering back in the low light of the creeping night hours, boss with a simple vase in her arms that she'd gifted her companion a while back now, stopping occasionally to pick a bit of grass or flower, adding it to the pot. each pause made peach stop, look back at her, try not to feel...nervous? her stomach turned, she didnt know that feeling, it was like nerves, but something was off about it.

The little house's chimney gently let smoke waft away, the light of candles and fireplace strangely inviting to the fighter, entering the space after her boss, seeing Grey turn to welcome them in once more, glad to see Plum pushing the big dope to the bedroom to unpack. Even while placing her clothes in the wardrobe there, a far finer piece of furniture, it wasnt sinking in, this felt like she was just some bit.

Grey and Plum watched from across the room as this huge woman, a usually daunting form sunk onto a couch, told to put her things where she wanted them, just kind of holding a bunch of rocks, glazed over, not sure what to do with them. even her posture looked timid, grey suggested she was just a little lost.

"She didnt have a room for years, then got a small space of her own and you saw how she was with it, everything taking up as little space as possible. And now she's got all this house to roam around in. Maybe she's just got too many choices to pick one?" A valid point, he'd been there where she was, he understood, though not to this degree, this was quite severe. Plum nodded, taking up a glass of wine as she approached the guard, watching her shift her posture again to seem more capable, not cowering or timid, back to guard mode. She'd break that behaviour yet, but for now, she sat, curled up close to Peach, her legs over the big womans lap, taking one of the rocks from her to look it over. She asked why it was special, tried to pry a conversation from her, pick something Peach could find words for, get the ball rolling. Slowly the woman managed to find a scentence, explaining its a rock that looks like the rocks from her home, dark, nearly a blackish purple. Plum kept choosing different rocks, each being placed on the table as peach told her of the reason she kept all of them one by one. 9 rocks, all odd, some sparkly, others a cool shape or from a place she got to visit and enjoyed. It seemed to calm her, enough to at least not sit so stiffly, though she was really taking up as little real estate on the couch as possible. It was just nice to be with Grey and Plum for her, the smell of cooking, the sound of them joking and laughing, it was nice. even if she was still a little lost.

That clueless nature didnt seem to leave Peach, not during dinner, not after while they drank and laughed, not when they all made it to the bedroom, nor when she woke up with them both there still fast asleep, creeping off in the morning to pace around the little living space. The sun poured in through a window, calling the woman outside, the kitchen door opening to reveal the start of a new day.

Her eyes caught birds on the janky fence, a couple fields over a few deer grazed, wind in the trees, and then finally, the shrub in the bucket that she'd forgotten about. Bare footed she slunk out through the long grass, into the light to pull it from the water, setting it down gently as she looked around, if she did put it in dirt, would it be nice to have it close? maybe she'd put it somewhere she can see it from a window...hypothetically speaking.

Thats where they found her, Plum woke to find the fighter gone and immediatly panicked, rushing to throw a robe on before tracing behind her clear path, the back door open, she always drifted towards the light, and sure enough there peach was, out in the garden carrying around this plant in a bucket. she'd put it down, look at it, tilt her head, then pick it up and move it, and repeat this many a time, sometimes returning to an original spot to try to decide. Grey soon found his way out, putting water on for morning tea, joining plum in the doorway watching her watch the once nervous guard plod around trying to decide just one thing.

You can only imagine peachs horror when Grey called her, realising she'd gotten caught up in such a stupid thing, putting the tree down and coming over immedaitly. He handed her a cup, herbal smells rising from it, something she sipped gingerly. They asked where she'd put it, and she waved it off, she was just being stupid, it didnt matter, it was wherever they wanted it, not her decision. a dismissive behaviour that once again needed to be confronted, Plum taking her hand and pulling her back out to the garden gently. Yet again, she had to explain this was hers now, she HAD to decide where to put it, it was no one elses choice. Peach clams up, doesnt know what to do again, giving no answer, retracting in on herself as best she could to be quiet and not say what she was thinking. A face Plum had grown use to translating, asking her to say it, just spit it out, whatever was going on in her head, Grey in the door enjoying the sun, hoping this would be easier with time, a quiet pain as he heard what came next. It hammered home an unchangable fate, one both he and Peach could not truly escape.

"I can't own this. I don't have any rights to do so, i've been property since I was a child. I can't find love, or have freedom, I can't marry, I can't own a home, I can't start a buisness, or sign contracts to even rent this place, or to try to improve what i've been handed in life, I can't make decisions or choices that matter. This is just...something that'll be taken away the second someone finds out. And then you'll be in trouble and it'd be my fault. I can't accept this, in another life maybe, and in this one i'm truly grateful for the thought, I can't even begin to express what it means that you'd go this far for someone like me." Peach pulls her hand away from plums grasp gently, feeling the pit in her stomach grow deeper, aching. "I'm just sorry, you both did so much and I cant repay the favour. Even if I can't accept this you both spent so much time and effort on it all, it was wasted and I can't fix that. Trust me I would if I could."

The options she had were limited, a constant cause of anger and frustration normally, but this time, Peach just felt sad, defeated, doing her best to not let her feelings creep in. Plum said nothing, turned and made her way along the overgrown path, out to the gate, trudging back to the house across the property, a look of fury on her face as she met another guard on duty and got escorted away, something Peach caused in her own mind. There was no way that wasnt her fault, only flinching slightly as Grey put his hand on her shoulder, reassuring her that it was ok, this wasnt her fault. He knew, he'd seen Plum this mad before, she was about to do something decisive with that look on her face.

Work was difficult, Plum didnt say a word to anyone, she stayed in her study, and seemed to have several people in to see her in the morning, and just as many in the evening, her guards being posted up by the doors outside, Grey passing by on occasion to check in, to which she seemed fine. still mad. Peach didnt meet her gaze for two days, didnt want to make it worse, trying to take up jobs that kept her well out of the way. That was untill she was called by name to the office. Plum left through the big doors as she turned from a hand full of men all sat in fancy robes, smiling sweetly as she got a brief moment to face the guard who had no clue what was happening, her back to the guests, gone was her anger, this time worry set across her features. She had a moment where the doors shut and it was just her, Peach, and two guards either side of the doors stood to attention.

"You need to be on your best behaviour." Said as Plum pulled the sheathed sword from Peach's belt, taking her shield with the other hand, handing them off to a guard to hold, before fixing her hair a little, pushing strands from her face, wiping dust from her cheek, pulling the short cloak on her back over her shoulders a little to mask the sheer strength of her. The warrior had no idea what was happening, Plum gesturing for her to follow her after tepping back to look her over once more. Reentering the room the girls were met with stern looks, Peach didnt feel comfortable, her eyes set on the floor, not at all ready to meet the eyes of any of these well dressed, clearly powerful men. They wore jewels and gold, fine silks, watching as Plum took up her seat back at her desk, Peach doing what she was told, staying quiet, by her side, stood back and to attention.

They discussed, some asked questions about Peach's time with her newest employer, others wished to have an account from the old owner, sadly discovered dead not too long ago. Without a second testemony they tracked to her long, prolific stint in the arena, she was well known, many had seen her fight, some even challengeing her in the streets when she worked in her new guard role, not that she ever took the offer to battle up. Her bouts were brutal, efficient, she fought like ten men and didnt hesitate when confronted with danger. more than half the men that sat discussing her had seen first hand how vicious she was with a sword in her hand. The conversation seemed critical, negative, they didnt once ask peach anything, all questions directed to her owner, who was giving nothing but shining responses to paint a better picture.

Peach was eventually freed to resume her shift, leaving her boss in that room with the small group, all still discussing, mostly at how dangerous Peach was. She took her sword back from the guard outside, shield on her back once more, feeling safer with the items on her person, thanking them for keeping them for her before leaving.

another two days passed by, Peach didnt know what to do or where to stay, every time her shift ended Grey would find her out in fields and gardens, trying to avoid going home, and every time he'd have to drag her back to the new residence, sitting her down, getting her talking and distracted from the stress of the situation until she'd admit defeat and rest up, usually on the sofa, and not the bed. She struggled to be in that thing alone, it didnt feel like hers to use without explicite permission from her boss. a boss she'd not seen since the weird meeting she was dragged into.

Finally, on the third day, Peach was called early into the main house, up a flight of stairs into Plums office once more. She said nothing, handing a wax stamped letter to the guard, a hand gesture encouraging her to open it. Plum watched the woman do as she was told, doing her best to read what was there. Admittedly she was improving, but some of the words were new to her, the purpose of the letter escaping her, looking back to her boss a little confused, watching as the elegant lady sat, writing something on parchment, gesturing for her to sit down at the table opposite her. The guard very carefully perched on a fancy chair, feeling out of place, putting the letter on the desk, an action her boss noticed and looked up at.

"You...read it right?" Peach nodded, and then sort of glanced away a little embarrased. "I dont know what its about, my names in there, but half the words were... I dont know what they mean." The slow blink of her boss and sudden laughter was a shock, somethign Peach felt was her doing, being dumb enough to cause someone to laugh was about right, sinking in on herself a little for what was probably stupidity. Plum realised what may have just happened and opened the letter up, coming around the desk. "What words, point them out and i'll explain." Trying to backtrack and get the purpose of this visit out in an educational way at least. Her little form stood so close, arm around peach's strong shoulders, watching her peer over to the paper and muddle through it once more. Several words were simply legal jargon, no wonder peach hadnt seen them before in those corny romance novels she would read, but the one that stumped her the most was one she'd probably never even been told exists, one she'd never once have seen writted down in her life thats for sure, people would have made SURE she'd not know this one.

"manumission." Plum said it out loud, watched Peach look back at it, parrot it back to her, clueless, waiting for the definition, the purpose of that one word. "It means you're free." The guards brow furrowed, reading and rereading the scentence, piecing together wether or not that was a thing you could do. The little woman didnt take her eyes off her, smiled sweetly when she looked back up at her still confused. "I appealed for your freedom the first day you came home but you had a pretty dangerous reputation so city leaders were cautious about just letting you go. The appeal got denied on several attempts... So this time I went about it a little differently." And by differently, Plum meant bribes, blackmail and gentle threats, to which Grey had been helping with in his free time. "I'm sorry it took this long."

"What?" Was all peach got out, feeling plum slip between her and the desk, directly ahead of her, taking both her shoulders firmly to focus her attention. "You're free. I don't own you. No one owns you anymore." Her grip was grounding, Peach needed that right now. Her quiet turned to involentary tears that she didnt notice falling, not a word from her, she didnt know what to say, or do, or feel.

Maybe she'd wake up and be back in the pits, but the touches felt real, and the arms that held her were warm, and the crying stung. Plum did not let her go, not for a second, she still fought for Grey, he was yet to be freed, but this time, she got lucky, picked the right city advisors who thought all women weak, they didnt see peach as a threat, her displays in the pit flukes, clearly set up shows for the masses. They had no idea just how dangerous she truly was, but youd not think it now, not while this big usleess lump of a woman sobbed uncontrollably, even when she tried to stop, it just wouldnt quit, not then, not when plum got her to sign for the property she could now legally own, not when she was given a contract to sign legally to be an employee of plums house, a few tears landing on ink and blurring the words. She didnt stop when she went back to work, trying to reel it in around the others. amongst them from what she saw it was only her and grey who had this fate handed to them, the others were people simply hired, living their lives. no one else carried such a burden, so telling them seemed pointless. She just did her job, and tried her best to stop crying. The tears made every guard around her nervous, she was always so stoic and calm. The youngsters rallied to her as support, trying to cheer her up with jokes, unaware that she didnt need cheering up, she was happier than she'd ever been. The older staff tried to pry it out of her in more subtle ways, find out if they could help, if they had someone to beat to a pulp for hurting her, a rare offer they didnt give her much due to the fact that she would happily fight her own battles. She laughs, it throws them all off as she thanks them for their concern, that shes fine, that shes better than ever. and finally, Grey. Her captain gets wind of the state shes in, his subbordinates coming to him to express concern, to ask that he checks on her to make sure shes ok. Its not like shes not working, shes just crying the whole time, so he wanders over to her post, approaching to the sound of sniffling and sobbing, caught off guard by laughter from her, she's at her post, patrolling as expected.

She hears him approach and turns, he doesnt expect the tears, even hearing them didnt prepare him, but the smile was what threw him the most. He immediatly goes to her with arms open, and she doesnt hesitate to take him up on the welcomed hug. A first, usualy tentative or at least hesitant before taking the offer he extended. Theres no words he can find that express just how happy he is to hear that all the hard work plum had put in, all the threats and bribes made, amounted to a success.

Plum watches from a balcony, can see them at the boarders near the gates discussing, unaware that behind walls and shrubs other staff watch on, all overhearing their conversation. She sees grey exclaim, heard his shock, his joy, peach is still crying luaghing, smiling, years of grief coming out, and in no time at all, the hidden staff are on them. Several guards, a couple of the house girls, one of the gardeners, a stable boy, all on them, one big group shout, cheer, all for that big dope who refuses to see that her place in the world is forming. People around her care, they're in her corner. Plum retires as the commotion dies down, a deep sigh of relief, that finally something has come of all the hard work she's put in to fix this.

It isnt hard to guess where the boss ends up by the late hours, creeping out into the dark to finally join Peach in the house she now legally owned, happy to see her off duty guard answer her knocks at the door, a drink already in her hand, hair down, as if she'd been having her own little celebration, looking a little red in the cheek. Plum is met by a smile, no stiff posture, no immediate retraction to straighten up and look ready for work, just the door held open, no words. Boss goes in, and doesnt come back out until the late morning, revelling in her guards day off with her, not even considering leaving that bed.

Peach plants that shrub Grey got her by the little wooden gate into the property, every day brushing past it with a smile. She can see it from her home, so even when it rains and shes in, she can look to it. The mark of freedom for her is a tree, one that seems to remind her that progress is often steady and slow.

[ricanvvas]

You’re entitled to your opinion and it is such a relief to know there’s someone else out there who’s sick of people totally misunderstanding friendships.

Also it’s annoying when people act like their headcanon/fantasy is what actually happened in the story. Sorry, Naruto and Sasuke are not gay, they did not secretly yearn to fuck each other over their years of separation, stop calling people homophobes for not sharing your desire to reduce them to gay sex and being irritated that you don’t appreciate the bond that the author wrote them to have. (Also Kishimoto wrote them to be attracted to women whether people like it or not)

Or at least I’d say that if I was brave. I’m a coward. But I wanted you to know you aren’t the only one sick of those things.

There’s little of us nowadays. If not, then majority of us are scared of getting lashed out on for not agreeing with somebody’s idea or genuinely questioning why they think of the characters the way they do.

We, the people who don’t twist male friendship into romance or sexual relationship, get bashed for just restating the canons. If they say, for example, “Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are only best friends”, there will be a line of people ready to throw insults, attacks, and even slurs your way…

…but the thing is, they might as well as throw them towards the author himself or the characters themselves, because both the author and characters have repeatedly reminded readers throughout the journey that it is friendship.

And frankly, in a way, it is misogynistic to straight up believe that males cannot have deep bonds and they’re only capable of shallow friendships or no friendship. They will scream about “men should be capable of expressing feelings”, and the second the men do so, they will follow up with this toxic ideology.

The entire Naruto and Sasuke thing used to get to me but now it’s straight up funny and bizarre. Considering Sasuke genuinely tried to kill Naruto repeatedly, was jealous, and held natural hatred towards him already obliterates the ship itself, but the fact that both Naruto and Sasuke (and Madara and Hashirama) were in a way reincarnations of two brothers, Indura and Ashura. If not, then Hagoromo himself made connections with them to his sons. The entire show’s existence literally started with two brothers, and Hagoromo wanted it to end with two synonyms of the brothers. If that’s also not enough, take the characters’ words themselves—Sasuke states Naruto was his only friend, and Naruto states Sasuke is like his brother. Also, Naruto itself revolved around teamwork and unique, deep, and strong friendships. A proof could be that Kishimoto miserably failed to create good romance in Naruto Series (cough, Sasuke and Sakura but that’s another story) considering how much time he spent trying to explain the depth of Naruto and Sasuke’s friendship.

We aren’t homophobes for restating these things. Again, might as well as call the characters or authors homophobes. And as much as they’d like to deny it, an insane amount of insane people do in fact fetishize gay relationships and turn it weirdly and oddly sexual.

I’m not really afraid to speak for these things or preach canon, because majority of the fucking time, when they really don’t have anything to say back in a discussion (not even an argument), they resort to one of the two things; personal sob story/connections, or, attack, insult, and run.

We all should stick together and overcome this baffling toxicity. Lots of love ( ＾∀＾)！

[orangepanic]

Trick or Treat: Post a snippet, headcanon or drawing that's Fluffy or Cracky and pass on to another friend (if you wish).

Iroh smiled at the memory of all the times they’d browsed Republic City’s book shops. “She couldn’t quite sell me on the romance novels,” he said. “The remaining selection was rather limited.”

“I imagine it was.”

“I regret to tell you, but I think the mechanical engineering section might be even shorter than the history.”

Asami laughed and pressed her hand to her chest dramatically. “My hopes are dashed.”

“I’m sorry to hear it,” said Iroh with a grin. “I didn’t think to check for any of your novels about monsters eating hapless civilians though. There’s still a chance for you.” Asami had, in his opinion, very questionable taste in fiction.

“You know I can’t resist a good hungry monster,” Asami said. “I’ll be sure to inquire. And oh, I’m sorry, with you carrying all that...” Asami stepped forward and took his wrist, then tugged his glove back on over his hand. Her own gloves felt as soft as butter against his skin. Iroh had always thought she had the most beautiful fingers, long and strong and yet delicate. When Asami straightened again her cheeks were pink. She stepped hurriedly back.

“Thank you.” Iroh tipped his hat again, oddly flustered. He hadn’t realized how intimate a gesture replacing a glove might seem to others, even if she was only trying to help.

[voyeuristicintention]

Nosferatu (2024)

Director: Robert Eggers

Stars: Lily-Rose Depp, Nicholas Hoult, Bill Skarsgård, Willem Dafoe

★★★★☆

Harrowed as one of the greatest horror films of its time, “Nosferatu” 1922 was a staple lecture topic during my film school days, and there is a reason it continues to be remade, now over 100 years later. Classically haunting in the era of silent film, we are immediately gifted homages to the original in “Nosferatu” 2024. The iconic silhouette of the vampire’s profile and outstretched hand now done with modern technology, shots solely in black and white, and familiar high-pitched strings to evoke fear all ring true to the original camp while still being utterly disturbing. Egger’s remastering is a visual treat, and what it lacks in story, it makes up for in dripping sexual aesthetic (and quality memes).

Set in 1838 Germany, Ellen (Lily-Rose Depp) is possessed once again in her dreams by the spirit of a demonic entity that has haunted her since childhood, promising his inevitable arrival so they can be together. When she wakes, her new husband, Thomas (Nicholas Hoult), a real estate agent, is forced to leave to travel to Transylvania to sell the home of a mysterious recluse, Count Orlok (Bill Skarsgård). Unbeknownst to him, Orlok is the demon vampire that plagues his bride, and Orlok’s plans are set into motion. As Thomas fights to make it home, he and the help of his closest friend (Aaron Taylor-Johnson), the city’s doctor, and a cast-out professor of the dark arts (Willem Dafoe), must do what they can to protect Ellen and the city from Nosferatu’s curse.

There is remarkable grace to this horror. Long shots, slow-zooms, and unhurried pans induce fear until it’s too much for the characters, and us, to bear. The bleak colors and use for candlelight in an industrialized Germany are soft, opposite the brightest moonlight to give much needed contrast for the shadows. The costuming of the billowing dresses and thick winter coats is the cherry on top, though the impressive, and now viral, number of rats used holds its own. There is also much praise to be given for featuring so many cats that, for once, didn’t die sacrificially (sorry to the pigeon that wasn’t so lucky, and remains the only shot of the film I had to look away for).

The plot starts off strong, but soon begins to feel oddly edited as the story sort of stumbles to the finish line. A handful of scenes felt like they ended too abruptly with too harsh of a cut to the next. The folklore, though clearly well-researched, was difficult to appreciate in the moment if you are not well versed in the subject. Similarly was Depp’s portrayal as Ellen. She got a few chuckles from our theater with her array of convulsions, and I loved the consistent disregard of Ellen’s dreams, possessions, etc. for good ole fashioned female hysteria. She may have been the intended damsel in distress, but was upstaged tenfold by Hoult, whose unnatural pull to Orlok’s castle and subsequent tailspin was, in my opinion, one of the best sections of the film. 

It all comes to a poignant end in what was quickly circulated as one of the most beautiful final shots in recent cinema. Sparing any spoilers, a friend cautioned, “Sadly, it’s not Willem Dafoe holding a cat, which I would have easily considered just as beautiful.” She was right.

Though easily poked and prodded with plot holes (why didn’t Orlok just insist Ellen join Thomas to Transylvania and avoid FedEx-ing himself around the entirety of Europe?), “Nosferatu” is visually satisfying as another addition to gothic horror, with one exception. As a millennial, I put in the work “studying” 2000s vamps - “Twilight”, “The Vampire Diaries”, “True Blood”. Getting older and leaning hard into the indie scene for the majority of my early 20s, tastes shifted with films like “Byzantium” and “Only Lovers Left Alive”. All equally stick to classic vampire traits while also being unique to their own, but one thing remains the same among them and ultimately influenced one aspect of my “Nosferatu" review…I wanted a hotter vampire. Sue me.

[susandsnell]

Hey Coco! Hope you're having a good one! <3 my friend's seeing the beetlejuice musical in a couple weeks and I thought I remembered you having strong opinions on the movie but forget if you've said much about the musical (sorry to have crowned u Grand Musical Expert in my brain, no worries if you're not feeling it)

Hi dear! Thank you so much for the message.

I'm not sure which strong opinions I had on the movie aside from loving it -- I first saw it on YTV (Canadian Nickelodeon, basically) in second grade since they aired it every Halloween, and fell head over heels in love. Like, I'm pretty sure Winona Ryder as Lydia Deetz was my sapphic awakening years before I ever had any clue what that meant. I equally went nuts for the cartoon, which aired in reruns on PBS back in the day. Any iteration of it, I consumed, throughout my childhood and adolescence. It's a movie I can watch any time.

It's an honour to be the Musical Expert to you! I'll do my best here; I was lucky enough to see the full original Broadway cast of Beetlejuice at a matinee in 2019! As a lifelong Beetlejuice fan...I absolutely adore it! I'm not super active in the fandom beyond enjoying some content, but I would go so far as to say that the musical is the best iteration of the story yet. I won't spoil it for you/your friend except to say that the shifting of the focus to Lydia as the protagonist, updating the writing to address some of the stuff that hasn't aged as great from the movie, and the themes of coping with grief through supernatural shenanigans resonated deeply with me. I actually went to see it on the anniversary date of a personal loss I experienced, which made it all the more powerful. (And yes, I did cry my eyes out in the theatre unabashedly.)

The costumes are great, the score is fantastic, the lyrics touching, and the effects are phenomenal. The jokes are genuinely great and the characters are fleshed out wonderfully. My only criticism really is that Act 2 is structurally a bit messy compared to some more tightly-written musicals, but this is easily forgiveable because it's oddly such a charming 'hangout' show? Anyway, I hope you/your friend enjoy, and highly recommend this musical. Easily one of my favourites of the 2010s.

Thanks for asking! <3

[luckyletd0wn]

honestly really strange of you to have such a strong possessiveness over the writers and their reasons for writing a shit show. you think they’d admit to anything that went wrong? you think there’s actual transparency between a corporation and its fanbase, especially when it’s *riot?* really weird to say “that’s what i want you to do” as well, oddly forceful and authoritative…

you also conveniently didn’t mention anything about renata which further solidifies that you just don’t know the history of the media you’re defending. if you believe the writers “because we said so” versus the actual media and lore than was released originally with the first season, then by all means own that. but do so knowing and accepting that you’re forming your opinions without taking the history and series of events of the media into consideration. but by all means, feel free to explain it without speculation or theorizing.

and sorry fam but you’re not on the writing team for riot. you *dont* know how the sausage is made. nobody does but them. and that’s why speculation is made. if speculation about media bothers you so badly, then you shouldn’t be interacting with the media online.

the more time goes on the more i hate arcane. which devastates me. because i sung its praises to high heavens before s2. they totally rewrote the show and this was never how it was planned out to be. and it’s so painfully obvious.

by the way. remember how it was originally set to be aired back in 2023? i can’t help but wonder what took that extra year……hmmm…..

[bananami]

husband material

a/n: I make no apologies, I made fun of Gojo a lot but I can't help making fun of the characters I kin ok...as you can tell I am unwell and clearly in love with one Nanami Kento. Please enjoy this purely self indulgent one shot that is just me ranting about how Nanami is the perfect man. n e ways- cw: some language and it eludes to sexual content, so you know the drill

"If you had to choose any sorcerer, who would it be?"

"Any sorcerer to what?"

"Like to date. If you had to choose," Gojo was leaning over the couch in the Jujutsu High lounge, wearing a smirk like he was confident in what your answer would be, "who would it be? And why is it me?"

You let out a laugh that's more mocking than genuine. "It would definitely not be you."

Gojo's jaw drops, like he can't believe it. For a very long time he's quiet - very unlike him - in utter disbelief. It had been a joke, but he was your best friend. If not him, then who? He needs to know.

Again, he asks. "So...who then?"

"Easy. Nanami."

"Nanami?!"

"Nanami."

"Why?"

"You're telling me you wouldn't date Nanami if given the opportunity?" You put your cellphone, giving up on the game you were playing seeing as Gojo was not going to let this go.

"That's not what I said." Gojo plops himself down at the opposite end of the couch, looking eager and ready for any new gossip he could wring out of you. "But I can't date myself, so therefore I would pick the next best option."

"He's definitely the best option."

"Respectfully disagree."

"That's fine." You shoot back. "Everyone is entitled to their wrong opinions. Especially you."

Gojo is once again silent. Until. "I hate you."

You can't help the chuckle that escapes.

"Why?!"

"Why what?"

"Don't be coy. Why Nanami?"

"I'm sorry," you give him a genuinely confused expression, "have you met the man? He's incredibly good looking, financially stable-"

"I'm also those things."

"Emotionally competent enough to hold a relationship for longer than three weeks-"

"That's...yeah ok, that's-"

"Is the type of man who gets along with both of your parents, so much so that they ask you every week when you're on the phone with them why the two of you aren't married or at the very least engaged yet-"

"This is getting very oddly specific."

"Radiates an aura that subtly screams 'I have a huge dick but I don't brag about it'"

"Clearly you've thought a lot about this."

"Somehow explains things without mansplaining them to you. Like if you were to ask him to explain how the stock market worked he would sit you down and make economics sound like the sexiest thing in the world while still remaining respectful."

"That's not fair. You know I'm bad at economics."

"I'm serious. He's like a total catch. Husband material. Dating isn't enough. If you date that man, it's endgame. He's already picked out the perfect ring and planned the entire honeymoon."

"Perfect is a strong word. Some would say it's too subjective even."

"He's the type of man to slow dance with you at 3 am in the kitchen of your upper class suburban home that he probably paid for in cash, while your two kids sleep soundly in their little bedrooms upstairs all tuckered out from your weekly family outing."

"Again. Very oddly specific."

"Face it, Gojo. Some men are just walking green flags." You stand and pat him on the shoulder, comforting him as he pouts. Clearly this wasn't the conversation he was hoping for. "But I have to get to my next class before my students get started without me, or Maki might accidentally give another kid a concussion. And I don't feel like explaining that to Yaga again."

Gojo waited until you were out of the room to huff in exasperation. "Psh. I'm a green flag."

"Yeah, if you're colorblind."

The sudden voice on the couch at the back of the room makes Gojo startle and jump in his seat.

Nanami lays just out of direct line of sight from the couch Gojo is sitting in, the one you were previously lounging on as well - so much so that Gojo has to lean over to see him lift the small folded towel from over his eyes.

This only sours Gojo's mood even more. "Well, I bet you're just so impressed with yourself right now."

Nanami lets the towel fall back over his eyes. "Don't feel bad Gojo," he can't contain his smirk, "not all of us can be husband material."