#was in a fandom in the past where this was really bad

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

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Chapter 10

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Arranged marriage AU

Warnings: slight blood, mention of past self-harm (biting thumb on purpose), accidental self-harm(? + biting thumb without meaning to, biting lip hard enough to make lip bleed without meaning to), mention of injuries (thumb, bruised knees, knee injury from falling off a bike with a rock lodge into it because of horrible luck), near panic attack(s), one or two (1 or 2) suggestive lines but not for sexual gratification,  Zac making fun of the Reader in the stereotypical sibling way, Reader is NOT having a good time, slight sadistic themes, implied/slight themes of possessiveness and obsessiveness from Dion, Dion sucks at causal and healthy communication do not be like him. Please tell me if I missed any. 

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIOR THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANTICIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS.

MINORS/BLANK BLOeGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACT OR REBLOG ANYTHING FANDOM RELATED (FICS, ART, ETC.) DNI. 

NOTE: work got canceled due to snow so I was able to work on this for almost an entire day (5pm to 11:38 pm at the time of writing this).

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“What happened here?” 

His tone is demanding for an answer, not asking for one. His grip is tight and you can’t help but wince as he squeezes it further. Should you answer him? Or change the topic?

Lie or tell the truth? 

Hide or stay?

Gulping, you weakly try to pull your hand back, averting your gaze as your voice disappears. 

You hate the color of his eyes, they remind you of the blood you drew from your own person hours ago. You hate the blackness of his hair, it reminds you of the last time you closed your eyes in your previous life. You hate his figure, it makes you feel small. 

“I accidentally cut it on a letter your mother gave me.” Mentally cringing as you both lie and bring up Maria’s little ‘gifts,’ you offer an answer. A fake one, but an answer regardless. The question is, would he believe it? Or rather, accept it?

“Bad enough for it to be wrapped up?” 

The answer is no.

“Yes. You don’t realize just how sharp paper can be.” When you wearily look at him again, you’re met with an expressionless face. Eyes that hold no joy nor sorrow nor anger. Lips drawn in a relaxed line as he just stares. It’s scary. He’s scary.

Did your mother and sister give you advice for a situation like this…?

Ah, but how could you go against a man who’s hand easily closes around your wrist?

…you could offer yourself, but… 

Your husband’s eyes leave your face and travel to your thumb, his pointer finger tapping where your nail would be. Just how long are his fingers…? 

The question quickly leaves your mind as he slightly bends, free hand tangling itself in your hair as he holds the back of your head. Eye to eye, you fear that the grim reaper is just around the corner, heartbeat loud enough that he could probably hear it. Your hand starts to jerk uncontrollably as your body shudders. 

“Then unwrap it. If it’s just that, then it’s nothing to hide.” 

“...wha… it’s - it’s late - why don’t we just sleep…? You look tired. Really tired.” Just as you practiced, you offer a smile, a wavering one, but a smile regardless. You pull your hand again and this time he releases it. Rubbing your poor wrist with your left hand, body shaking as he continues to stare you down, still holding the back of your head. 

Still in close proximity. 

His gloved hand cups your cheek, and instead of a fluffy feeling you’re met with terror, lips quivering as your smile fades away. Eyes shaking in their sockets, head slightly shaking side to side, bruised knees that seemed to remember they were injured in the first place. 

The pain meds you took twice wore off. 

Your thumb and knees start to ache as your breathing becomes shallow. You should run. 

You should run.

“You’re crying again,” he wipes away a tear that nearly rolls down your cheek with his thumb. You’re crying? Since when?

“...let go…please.”

You beg and your lungs only relax when he does as you plead, but not before swiping your bottom lip with his thumb. But the fear doesn’t leave you. Your survival instincts are still telling you to run. Your injured body parts still dully ache. 

Dion stands tall once more, watching you, his wife, fall apart mentally as you fail to collect yourself. You don’t break down crying but tears still form. They blur your vision. 

“I heard that Hana gave you pain medication. Twice. Was the cut that bad?” 

Your mind lags, not understanding his words. It catches up a minute later, slowly nodding your head ‘yes.’ Questions and thoughts swirl in your mind, blinking as he asks you this. 

Did Hana tell him? 

Did he ask her?

Maybe she was obligated to inform him the moment he returned.

Or maybe she was spying on me after all. 

“I’m…weak to pain. You - you know that…” Your throat is parched as you answer him meekly. Your skin becomes damp from sweat and cold, fingers and toes curling the longer he keeps up the integration. For fucks sake, were you his wife or prisoner? 

“I’d imagine that losing your virginity is a different type of pain.” 

“I-it doesn’t change the fa-fact I’m weak to it… oh, where, um, did the blood come from?” A weak and stupid attempt to change the topic, tilting your head as your eyes zone in on the blood splatter on his cheek. It’s a miracle that you haven’t lost your mind by now. 

That you’re able to talk without becoming a total mess. 

You prefer the perverted Dion from the night before yesterday compared to this Dion who does nothing but integrates  you.

How funny. 

“Work.” Is all he says before wiping it off with the back of his hand. It only serves to smudge red across pale skin. “Where did the bruises on your knees come from?” 

How… How did he know about that? 

Oh -! Right. Hana saw them after checking your body once she noticed you limping. You lied about how you got them - merely acting out your wifely duties, as you told her, unable to make eye contact. She must have thought that the puffy eyes were from the disgust you felt the second you woke up.

She probably told him. 

“I-I… fell off the bed while asleep.”

“That hard? And perfectly on your knees?” 

Why was he questioning you? To further your suffering, face grave as seconds go by? To enjoy how your body stiffens which each word that leaves his mouth? To tear you apart, to see what makes you tick, to see how far he could push you until you lose your mind?

…yes to all of them. 

He was an Agriche. 

“You left… bruises on my hips… they’re still healing. It’s not odd to assume I bruise easily after that.” Unable to keep eye contact, you look past him, at the doors. Could you outrun him? No. But if you try, would he let you?

No. Not when the look he gave you upon entering the room spelled out imprisonment for your future. But for how long?

Your husband has different thoughts.

Dion considers lifting up the blanket, shoving up the hem of your nightgown to see the purple blobs on your knees himself. He also considers taking your hand and forcibly unwrapping the bandage around your thumb to see if it really was a cut caused by paper… or rather, to expose your lies.

Ah, but when you look at him like, like a rabbit shivering in front of the predator like the prey it is, how could he? It should have been a nice sight. Encourage him to take a bite like how he was trained to. 

But it’s hard when it’s you. 

He scowls. The facial expression makes you shudder with dread, thinking he’s mad at you. In reality it’s because he’s disgusted with himself - this isn’t acceptable. He’s too soft with you. 

He craves for your gentleness while installing fear into you, be it intentional or not. 

The night before yesterday had you both acting out of character. True feelings out in the open only to be canned the next day. The cycle always repeats as such. A cycle you’re unaware of and one he can’t forget. 

Even so, he can’t help but be gentle with you.

As gentle as he could and can be. 

He should drop the conversation. 

But curiosity prevents him from doing so, knowing, your thumb had bite marks, that your knees were badly bruised, with Hana telling him with a small flush on her face that your explanation was that you ‘performed your wifely duties,’ despite nothing escalating between the two of you. 

It must have slipped your mind that if asked, she, a maid of Agriche, would report everything; your actions, your behavior, your words if deemed important enough. 

But he didn’t ask her, she told him of her own volition  - most likely concerned that Dion was pushing you past your limits. How sweet of her.

He wonders why you’re so insistent on lying to him.

“If it’s nothing then it shouldn’t bother you to show them.” 

Meanwhile, you’re crying on the inside. Sure, the tears are only building up and not rolling down your cheeks. Sure, he’s not holding a sword to your throat. Sure, he’s not choking you. And sure, after a quick glance at his crotch, there’s no boner meaning that he’s not gaining some twisted sick sexual pleasure from this. 

But it’s - he’s - still threatening all the same. 

The husband from the night before, the one who teased you, the one who was far more lax - you’re starting to miss him. Not out of affection but because he stopped when you told him to.

“Since it’s nothing it shouldn’t matter if I show you or not.” An argument that’s barely above a whisper. Why can’t he just drop it? From the deep and dark circles under his eyes it’s clear he’s tired - shouldn’t he use this opportunity to get some sleep?

Unless… he can’t?

“S- so, let's just sleep. Please?” Maybe if you cry harder he’ll grant you mercy. “Pl- plus the dinner with father-in-law… it’s best to get enough sleep so we -  I mean I won’t feel like a zombie, haha…,” you wipe the tears away before he could even think about doing it. 

You can’t fake a smile and your laugh was so clearly forced. Your blood still feels cold, hands clammy as you interlock them on your lap. Your knuckles turn white from the force, discomfort ignored. 

Your knees and thumb won’t stop aching. Your heart won’t calm down and your mind refuses to stay still. It’s still hard to breathe, lungs working overtime as you force your breath to stay somewhat steady. Time isn’t moving. 

Your concern isn’t necessary is on the tip of your tongue, so close to being said. Courage is only gained when you’re too tired to feel the fear. 

So leave me alone satan.

As a little girl, you wanted a prince. As a younger teenager you wanted, no, hoped for a decent husband. 

Your wishes were denied in the worst way possible as Agriche set their eyes on your family. Denied once you somehow caught Dion’s attention, no matter how fleeting it might be. He considers you his, but it’ll only last for a bit. 

You don’t look at him. “Arguing about this… it’s only wasting time, n-no?” You’re not calm in the slightest - simply weakly adjusting to the situation. You still want to run and you’re still on the verge of having another panic attack, eyes swirling as Dion takes a seat near the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. 

Instead of taking off those ridiculous boots he stares at you. Instead of getting ready for bed, like he should, he stares at you. Instead of leaving you to your own devices, he stares at you.

It’s unnerving. 

“...um, you should get some rest…,” you feel naked under his gaze, deciding to get up from the covers and go to the nightstand, blowing the candle out. Now it’s only moonlight that beautifully illuminates the room. If not for your circumstances, you would have viewed the scenery as romantic. 

Your legs shake under your weight as you aimlessly walk to the dresser, knees begging for rest. Fingers tap against the black surface. One foot tapping on cold tile as you listen for the bed to creak, scared he’ll corner you right here, the possibility of Dion caging you with his arms against this piece of furniture far too real. Subconsciously you bite your thumb hard only to immediately let go once you hear the bed creak. 

“So,” you can feel him closing in on you, skin crawling as a violent shudder overtakes your body. Grabbing your right wrist with his larger hand, you look at him from the side of your eye as he stands to your right. “That’s what happened.” 

You already knew he wasn’t stupid, that he was smart and cunning. Why is he bothering himself with you instead of using that mind of his to fuck with someone else? 

 Is this how Roxana felt when he grabbed her bandaged wrist tight enough for the bandages to come loose and make the wound bleed again? Cornered like a rabbit? 

“...you’re overthinking this.” You fail in jerking your hand away, your husband’s grip firm. He squeezes your wrist before lessening the pressure. You feel like a child being scolded, but instead of being sent to the corner, you feel like you’re going to be sentenced to death. 

A small grin and scarlet eyes filled with amusement as he says, “Am I?” 

Oh. He’s enjoying this. 

You pull again. He still doesn’t let go. Only tilts his head as he observes your reaction. Like he was confused with your behavior. 

Oh, you think, he’s not used to this, is he? Lying to appear strong or get the upper hand has always been normal for the Agriche family, but lying to a husband? None of his stepmother's dared to lie to Lant unless they were stupid or had a death wish. 

Your toes curl, the urge to kick him stronger than what it should be. Assuming he wouldn’t punish you for it, your knees would - stinging in worse pain as you made an unnecessary move. You don’t want to kick him out of anger - you just want some space between you. 

“What about your knees?” 

God, must I pay for my sins like this? Did you make this childhood so innocent and sweet so you could make the impact of this worse?

“Nothing. Just an accident, really.” Words leave your mouth so quickly that it takes him a moment to process what you said. You’re not looking at him anymore, face grave and breathing becoming pants. He sees the way your eyes become saucers and fingers twitch. 

How hard you bite your lip to keep quiet. As the taste of iron spreads on your tongue he sees the red liquid dribble down your chin.

He considers it for a moment - he had no intentions to scare you. While he knew that the you from that night wouldn’t show, this you isn’t what he wanted to see. Face becoming neutral, he decides to let you go, already missing your warmth but doesn’t blame you when you immediately walk past him and return to bed.  

You wipe your chin off.  But like with your husband, the action only serves to smudge red across (s/c) skin. The sight makes him smile slightly; you were matching. 

His faults and flaws are too severe for you to adjust. Yours are innocent and child’s play compared to his - but that difference only serves to make a connection difficult. 

“G-good night,” quickly stumbling out the phrase as you hide under the covers, unwilling and unable to look at him for another second. 

- - -

You’re back to being thirteen in your previous life.

“Ow!” 

“Careful, silly!” 

Falling off your bike, you skin your knee, jeans ripping at the area of impact. There isn’t much blood but it hurts enough for your eyes to water. It hurts to bend it to see it, so you choose to sit down flat on your butt instead, laying your injured leg straight. 

Oh. Is that a rock sticking out…?

“Um…,” you start, gently poking the small intruding and foreign object only to grimace as it moves against and within the wound. “There’s a rock in my knee.” 

“...What?” 

Your friend laughs, thinking you’re playing around. Only to hop off their bike when you look at them blankly from over your shoulder, a lone tear rolling down your cheek. When they reach you, they suck in a breath through their teeth, kneeling so they could get a better look at it. With your permission they slowly and gently sway the tip of it back and forth, stopping once you yelp in pain. Your brows furrow as the pain slowly starts to worsen. 

“I uh… I think this might be an ER visit…” their suggestion you rapidly shake your head. 

“I am NOT paying six grand just to wait for hours on end.” You remember your mom commenting on the price after bringing your dad back home for a broken leg. You don’t want to add another unneeded bill.

“Well, seeing as how it’s quite literally sticking out of your knee… and that it’s a decent size, you might have to, (Name).”

“I refuse. I can just pull it out.” The rock starts to dig deeper when you slightly shift your body to get more comfortable. You keep quiet.

“And if it gets infected?” 

“I’ll just die.” 

They flick your forehead. “Dying isn’t an option, especially over this.”

“How about we hire an underground doctor?” You suggest, eyes glued to your knee and how it’s starting to bleed more. Red soaks into demi blue, the sight making you queasy. Were you always this weak at the sight of blood? It’s getting harder to stay calm.

“Underground doctor? Do you, my sweet friend, even know one?” They inquire, raising a brow in mild amusement and annoyance. 

“Well… no. But-!”

“But you’re going to the ER since you don’t.” Their decision is final as they call their older sister. It would take her thirty minutes to get here. Enough time to change your friend’s mind. 

But the pain becomes smothering, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip. Your fingers curl into your palms until they clench hard enough to draw blood.

“Guh…, it’s starting to feel worse…” 

You don’t remember what happened after that, not until you get a room in the ER six hours later. 

- - -

‘Dear (Name), 

I know it’s only been two weeks since you got married and moved out. But I miss you. Father and mother have been busy lately; Father striked a business deal with someone. I heard a rumor that it’s someone from one of the five ruling families, most likely your new in-laws. 

Guess that means you’re super important or the second eldest fell in love at first sight.

Just kidding. 

I can’t see anyone falling for you. But hey, maybe that’ll mean you can get a divorce sooner or later! While it might make you less than desirable to others, or make it harder to get remarried, at least you got to experience being loaded for at least seven lifetimes! Maybe eight if we count this one. 

Anyway, as promised, I’m not skipping any of my classes. They’re so boring and I have a hard time staying awake. I wish they would give me new lessons and not these, I’ve memorized them to the point I could recall them in my sleep.

My grades are also good. The best. I mean, it wouldn’t make sense otherwise - after all, I, the great Zac, am too good to perform below average. I refuse to tarnish my good name with something as a measly test tries to break me down. 

I’m going to get smarter than that ‘husband’ of yours too. 

Speaking of which, I’m sure he’s taking decent care of you. And I’m sure that in spite of that you’re crying your eyes out every night, missing us and wishing you would wake up to another bug on your face. Come on, it wasn’t that bad. 

How does he wake you up? Or do the servants do it? Oh, or maybe you sleep in until midday? 

Don’t turn into a bum just because you’re extra rich now. 

…I do miss you. I wish I could see you, but the journey is kind of long. If I was older or didn’t have class, I would have visited you earlier. I overheard our father tell our mother that we might attend an event near the Agriche’s. Maybe. 

If we do go, I hope I get to see you there. 

Anyway, that’s enough sappy words. I’m already cringing.

We’ll meet again soon. 

Your brother, Zac’

P.S: Father cried for two hours after you left for your new place. There was a lot of snot and he could barely breathe. Oh, mother and Elena didn’t get to see it - he only broke down once the two of them went to speak with Maria Agriche. 

I only know because I walked in on him while finding a place to nap. I stayed the entire two hours in the corner since it didn’t feel right to interrupt him.

I’ll sound horrible saying this, but; his reaction after seeing me was funny. Maybe I’ll tell you all about it if you beg in your reply letter.'

“...Did Dion read this?”

“Yes, with your permission that you gave earlier, my Lady.” 

“Remind me not to do that again.”

[aihoshiino]

So I actually only just found out that OnK ended and I think I only read up to where S1 of the anime finished, so imagine my horror when I learned that not only did AquaRu happen (technically? I know there was a kiss, at least), but that Aqua dies after coming up with what's probably the stupidest plan I've ever heard of. I'm going off of this from the wiki, btw, so feel free to correct me if I'm missing anything, but I thought this story was going to be a critique on the entertainment industry mixed in with a "catch the killer" plot when I first started, yet it just looks like nobody learned anything by the end of it and the villain's defeat was underwhelming.

Good news! AquRuby did not really happen.

Bad news! AquRuby did not really happen.

Honestly, to this day, I have no idea wtf Akasaka was cooking when it came to the AquRuby stuff... my best guess is that because Oshi no Ko was influenced pretty strongly by Mengo's past works & Aka was trying to emulate some elements of it (to good effect, sometimes!) the AquRuby stuff was inserted to appeal to her and it actually playing out on page was them being like "lalala, playing with our toys" and wasn't ever something the two of them took really seriously.

By coincidence I ended up rambling about this off tumblr the other day, so I'll just grab what I said and slap it here so I'm not just repeating myself;

I'm gonna be so real, I don't think an AquRuby ending was ever something anybody on the series including Mengo ever took all that seriously as a direction the series was going to take. Despite what a lot of people will try and tell you, Ruby and her relationship with Aqua were just never really written remotely in the sort of way you would build up your endgame heroine. Prior to 123 it wasn't really something the series tabled in any meaningful way and even past 123, Ruby's apparent attraction to Aqua is largely just played as shallow brocon gag fodder. It's only when the manga talks about her love for Gorou that it takes her remotely seriously and even then that's dropped like a rock past 150 and never addressed again. The biggest red flag for me though is that the series never actually addresses the concept of incest in the context of Aqua and Ruby's relationship. It is the one big major roadblock to a hypothetical romance between them but the roadblock that is actually, textually floated by the narrative is Gorou and Sarina's past life age gap which is, as Ruby repeatedly asserts, no longer an issue. It's honestly bizarre to see a series have a whole ass subplot about a character falling in love with their blood related twin and pursuing it to the point of forcing a kiss on them and just... never ever address the concept of incest??? It ends up feeling kind of deliberate - like, Akasaka knew that the second the obstacle that is the social taboo of incest came up on-panel it would be the death knell for being able to shiptease AquRuby (and thus, get clicks and attention from hyping it up for better or worse). So we get the... whatever the hell he was cooking that happened on page.

[In response to a comment asserting that Ruby was "absolutely written as the main heroine" as refutation to the above;]

When I say that Ruby was not built up as the main/endgame heroine, I mean moreso in the sense that for over half of the manga, she and Aqua just... don't really have a relationship that is given weight and consequence in the story in comparison to their individual relationships to the other characters. Even before the story was seriously teasing the idea of a romance between them this was always a point of critique in the fandom - hell, if you go back and read comments on it from around 2022 onwards, Ruby's sidelining and the lack of meat to her and Aqua's relationship is always something people have (imo, rightfully) had issue with. And like, sure, maybe Akasaka just wanted her status as the final/true heroine to be a surprise but even if that's what he was going for, there were tons of opportunities in the first 120+ chapters of the manga to properly sow those seeds. I know this is The low hanging fruit to point at and I know we're all aware that Aka deliberately orchestrated this moment to make sure Aqua and Ruby wouldn't discover each other's past identities before he decided it wanted to happen, but it's still characterization that Aka chose to put on the page and informs Aqua's character - Akane and Ruby found a literal dead body and instead of checking in on his sister, Aqua chose to spend time with (and kiss!) Akane. It would've been extremely easy to include Ruby more prominently in moments like chapter 68 when Aqua thinks about living a normal life free of revenge, or when Gorou confronts him in 65 about his 'happy life filled with love'. Even in the anime which makes a point of emphasizing Ruby more in Aqua's 'happy memory' montage from chapter 50's material fails to do this. Or hell, maybe even have it be a point of conflict during the AquAka 'real dating' period, that he ends up prioritizing Ruby more than Akane to a degree that it causes conflict in the relationship and clearly betrays where his real feelings lie. But none of that really happens. Hell, even after 123, Aqua and Ruby still barely interact and all the newfound intensity in that relationship comes primarily from Ruby doing brocon gag bits every time they make eye contact. Even the kiss is difficult to really take seriously because it has absolutely zero impact on Aqua and Ruby both individually and as a duo. It does not affect any change in the series whatsoever to the point where I legit don't even know whether it's been retconned out of continuity or not. That just doesn't feel to me like a 'main heroine' whose feelings and relationship to the main character are being taken seriously by the author. That's why the whole "btw i was reincarnated to be ruby's attack dog them kms" resolution at the end of the series feels so jarring and would have done with or without any AquRuby ship teasing. It was the story trying to cash cheques vis-a-vis the twins' relationship it hadn't bothered to write.

[resizura]

if you ever suggest a white person has implicit biases when it comes to typically characters of color or female characters you gotta be prepared to fight a whole battle

[batmanlovesnirvana]

Maybe you should just block me since you’re clearly you’re talking about my fic.

I used the x reader tag because it started as one before I decided to rewrite it with more North African/Middle Eastern representation—something fandom desperately lacks, along with addressing the racism that often accompanies it.

I’ve made a conscious effort to keep descriptions minimal for inclusivity, so if that doesn’t fit your narrow expectations, that’s on you.

Maryam means a lot to me, both as an immigrant and as a woman of color. As a Muslim, too, especially in the current climate where we're constantly navigating prejudice, stereotypes, and discrimination. There's so much negativity around us, both in the real world and online. It's hard to feel seen or understood, especially when you're already carrying so much weight.

She’s kind of a love letter to anyone who sees pieces of themselves in her, because that’s the whole point—she’s meant to be you.

Fandoms were supposed to be a refuge—a place to connect with others who share your passion, to feel safe and accepted—but too often, they become spaces where that very sense of belonging is challenged. It's heartbreaking when something that's meant to bring joy and solidarity feels like it only amplifies the hurt.

I’m an amateur writer sharing my fanfiction for free—because I love writing and enjoy seeing others enjoy it—but also hoping to get noticed, not for the attention, but for the feedback. I thrive on seeing others engage with my work. If I don’t promote it, nobody will see it, and then I’ll lose my motivation.

If I don’t promote my work, I’m not doing my job. Simple as that.

Next time, just scroll past and save us both the drama—or, you know, there’s this thing called filtering in your settings.

But considering how many times you’ve reblogged it, pinned it, and stirred up others, I may as well delete it—since it clearly bothers both you and them that much.

Honestly, it really hurts me to see all this bad attention over something I created to share and enjoy. It’s just so upsetting, I’m genuinely thinking about taking it down.

— نور

tags for the readers of the fic : @gaypoetsblog @faeryki @rattyfishrock

me when i see an x oc fic, but it has an x reader tag:

im sorry, do i look like a maryam to you?

[rist-ix]

https://www.tumblr.com/rist-ix/749015401700229120 not you reblogging this when you ship bloom with the man who murdered her family 😭

Bloom's into ppl who slay! Hope this helps :3

[rapidhighway]

not a fan of dadow but shit man it does kinda make sense sometimes idk

[eugeniedanglars]

with the hiatus and the discourse and the annoying fans it becomes so easy to lose sight of the simple fact that buck and tommy are incredibly fun to watch onscreen together

[morningstargirl666]

Hi! I’m a HUGE FAN of your story The Big Bad Wolf and I’m so honored to be able to talk with you. I have already read the whole story like twenty times and absolutely love it. Klaus is my absolute favorite character in both TVD and TO and I feel he didn’t get the ending he deserved in canon. I’m so glad you gave him a chance to have a relationship with his real dad, and expanded his relationships with his siblings, particularly Kol. I am trying very hard to wait patiently for the rewrite, and from the sneak peeks you’ve posted I’m sure it’s going to be amazing. Also, absolutely love all the Klaroline moments, those two are just made for each other and I sometimes just watch Season 3 and 4 of TVD just for Klaroline. Also love you chose to eliminate all the Hayley drama, just ugh hated that in canon and I hope Hayley NEVER even appears in your stories.

I was wondering though, do you think you might include Klaus having a baby with Caroline maybe? I just always thought is was so cool in canon how he was the only vampire who could reproduce. And I think including this and making it work with like the mate bond being part of the hybrid loophole would be super cool. Also I feel like a huge part of Klaus’s character and his redemption story is him being a dad and the love for his child motivated him more than anything to be a better person and open his heart. I think having him become a dad with the woman he loves would help him to better himself tremendously. Also, love how Caroline was an amazing “mom” to the twins in canon and I feel like having them have a child together just makes perfect sense and that they would be amazing parents.

Anyway these are my thoughts but let me know your expert opinion about them. Have a great day and wishing the best of luck to continue writing your masterpiece and finish soon.

❤️❤️

Hi! Lovely to meet you! Thanks so much for reading and loving the story; it's close to my heart too. I was working on it tonight in fact! Got a scene done that's in Rebekah's new character arc chapter. It's looking up to be a tearjerker.

And as for Hayley and a Klaroline baby.... um...

Well.

This is awkward.

First, Hayley WILL make an appearance in TBBW. Don't worry though! I have certain... plans for Hayley Marshall that may or may not end with her demise hehehehehehe. As for Klaus having a baby with Caroline....

Yeah... Nah, I'm not touching that.

[blonde-and-cat-suc]

If Adora and Catra both did crap to hurt each other then why do I never see comics abt Adora feeling like crap and feeling bad for hurting Catra

[sortanonymous]

Everybody: "Sure, the Angry Birds fandom is annoying with how much they've shouted "BringBack2012", but at least they're not queerphobic!

Me: "Just look at the comments under all their Pride posts (at least on YouTube) and see if you're still right."

[co27]

i guess my question is why DOES nuance immediately become looked down upon when it comes to that one webcomic

[missmouse43]

6 weeks of breathing clean air, I still miss the smoke…..

🏝️🤙🏄🏾‍♀️🏄🏼‍♂️💔

[mangled-by-disuse]

so one of the things that annoys me endlessly is this phenomenon where, when I say I like something, people assume that means I want more of it, a different version of it, add-ons and bells and whistles, and i'm just like

no.

no, when I say I like tea, I mean I like tea. Not herbal tisanes, not "tea with--", no milk, no sugar, no fruit, no frills, just good-quality tea in a range of fermentations and colours.

when I say I like a hot bath, I mean the bath. Not bubble-bath, not bath oils and foams and salves and unguents, not candlelight and music and a zen space to sensually relax with a book and a glass of wine, just a hot bath in a normally-lit bathroom where I can unwind and get clean.

when I say I like beer, I mean I like beer. Not fruit-flavoured, not with a special something-something added, for the love of GOD not sweetie-flavoured, just a well-brewed ale or stout in a simple pint glass, in good company.

and that isn't because there's anything WRONG with the add-ons! these are not bad things! I know that for some people, a tea advent calendar with different herbal blends, or a luxurious foamy scented bath with candles and music, is what they mean by "I like tea" and "I like baths". but it would just be nice if when I asked for a green tea, people didn't assume I mean "with..."

anyway this post is about lord of the rings: war of the rohirrim

[maliro-t]

as a bona fide vaxleth lover i am more confused than ever about how they are portrayed on the animated series i'm not gonna lie 😭

[narugen]

updated with ch4... i think after i upload this fic and finish my hsmn angst im gonna stop writing for a while (or indefinitely) because wow... haha

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

I read that same fic earlier and I just straight up muted the person so their works don't show up for me anymore lmao

there was also another one like that posted yesterday because the person was mad at something qBad did a couple of days ago while not at all in his right mind and amnesiac, it was odd (not shitting on the person just confused and slightly concerned)

yeah there’s. a lot of misconceptions around qbad rn lmao. It’s one of the reasons Im so obnoxious about him, tbh, so that it’s not JUST the negativity that gets spread. He’s a really good target for the hate rn, because he has a smaller fanbase and his pvp playstyle + lore lead him to all that antagonizing during purgatory, and that gets vented out into fics.

It’s genuinely really interesting, the dichotomy that seems to exist between tumblr and twitter regarding him. Ive heard nothing but slander about bbh from twitter (again, he is not faking his illness, that is a lie), but he’s got a solid enough foothold on tumblr that ive seen more hate towards the fans that the cc, here. which makes sense, given how we take over the tag almost ever day when he logs on. genuine o7 to people who find that obnoxious but thats one of the reasons i overtag so much, for blocking purposes.

anyway i think all the bbh mischaracterization means that we just need to write about him more >:D please this is a call for more bbh centric fics from people who do not hate him/know a little bit about his lore. blease he’s such a fun pov to write i promise