#TUMBLR WOULD U FUCKING LET ME POST THIS IS MY THIRD TRY

[3amsnek]

just a big ol parble floof (inspired by my friend’s socks under a blacklight)

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#dragon #dragons #dragon art #character design #original dragon #original creature #creature design #my art? #god I do miss fandom art for the tagging it was so Easy #anyways #look #floofy boy #what a Guy #saw a photo and brain went hehe colors go brrr and then randomly stopped my wip mid color to do this full thing instead #TUMBLR WOULD U FUCKING LET ME POST THIS IS MY THIRD TRY

[thecynthh]

how about we try that one more time? M.S

synopsis - matt wouldn't stop biting his nails and y/n gotta do something about it

notes - fully matts pov, childhood best friends, just kissiing nothing too mild,

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Matt's pov

i recently became more active on tiktok like nick requested me to be, despite not really knowing how to use the app i started to post next to daily as well as chris and nick. tiktoks of us just jamming out to songs always goes well so i started a little series showing the fans a new song from my playlist every two days while in between those i post whatever im feeling. 

today was the song locked out of heaven by bruno mars

“can i just stay here?”

“spend the rest of my days here”

“cus’ you make me feel like i’ve been locked out of heaven”

i look into my bathroom mirror singing along with the song, doing a little dance when the drums kick in again hearing the crash of the symbols. i’d admit, i thought i looked pretty good, my fit was on point that day and i was really feeling myself. 

sturnl00v3 : matty poo lookin a little too good today 

heartzplusstarz : struggling as a chris girl over here 😔

bernardluvver : living for the slutty waist !!

the whole tiktok replays again for the third time, after hearing it again y/n props herself up on her elbows and says, “god how many times are you gonna watch yourself in that tiktok??” y/n was usually this mean to me but growing up together as neighbors and knowing her all these years made me forgive her for all of it, she was there with me and my brothers throughout everything and we were all used to her “can do” attitude.

her legs were draped over my thighs and her eyes watched my phone intensively. “do you still wanna get kane’s later or do you wanna complain?” I retorted, making her drop back down onto the couch and hold her hands up. “i surrender.” 

i go back to scrolling through the comments seeing a few more. 

sturnz : damnnnn mans looking fine asf 

bluesturniolo : ANYTHING FOR U MATT !!!!

sturnontop : yalls see the outline…..

      ╰┈➤ bluesturniolo : i just know what’s behind his cargos 🤤

lessasturniolo : F ME LIKE U MAD AT ME BABYYYYY 

oh. oh. 

is that really all that they think about me? a shiver rolls through my body and my hand comes up to my mouth as i chew on my nails. a foot hits my hand out of my mouth, i give y/n the nastiest side eye while she looks at me like she didn’t do anything. 

“what the fuck was that for?” i raise my voice slightly. 

“don’t bite your nails you stupid fuck,” she says as a come back, i was unphased when she matched my tone. i ultimately just let it go and continued looking through comments. 

sturnnw0rld : girlies on tumblr gna go insane for this one matt

user92380 : id hit that. 

likelystrniolo : fuck me! please! 

despite what y/n said to me i continue to bite my nails, i didnt enjoy biting them but i couldnt help it. especially with these comments, they make me nervous and uncomfortable. with seconds of actually contemplating, my finger hovers over the delete button. 

suddenly i feel y/n’s body move and she begins to straddle me, uh oh. i stare up at her not knowing what her next move is, she rips my nails out of my mouth and connects our lips. 

i go along with her antics and reciprocate the kiss, she bites down on my bottom lip requesting access to the inside of my mouth. her hands find my arms and wraps them around her body with her arms snaking around my neck, pulling us impossibly close together. 

i put my hands on her cheeks slightly pushing her off of my mouth, our needy mouths disconnected. she gives an exasperated sigh and starts to open her mouth, “nick told me to make sure you weren’t biting your nails cus u guys had a nail appointment, that was the only way i could think about stopping you.” an innocent smile paints her face. 

“if i knew biting my nails could make you wanna kiss me i would be doing it more.” i saw when the same stupid smile bloomed on my lips as well. “so, how about we try that one more time before i start biting my nails again yeah?” 

a/n - christmas/new years present for yalls 😘

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #syn speaks #matthew sturniolo

[questionablepastries]

Vaguely funny dream I want memorialized as a tumblr post but also one that I think that doubles as a highly spiritual event in which i was gifted some mystical item which makes it even funnier in retrospect:

The dream starts with the context of me winning some sort of Nintendo sweepstakes with a free flight to japan to claim Any game I want from their main Nintendo store, which I am super stoked about. The next sequence of events is me already at the japan Nintendo headquarters store place and I’m getting ready to pick out a sweet ass game

And here’s when the divine interference begins

I think whatever entity was trying to make contact with me got what I wanted correct, I would in fact love to win a flight to Japan to visit their headquarters store and pick out a game yes

But then they were like. Ok what do humans like. Gold right? I think it’s gold.

So I’m at the “store” but……

First off there’s fog everywhere, from the ground up to about waist height. you can’t see more than 20ft in front of you because of all the damn fog, second the aisles are never ending in terms of length and number of aisles. Third, everything has this weird golden glow to it, the overhead lights are white and bright as hell, all the shelves are golden. So basically you got the concept of “store” semi correct.

But in my head none of that even fucking registered. I thought I was still at a normal ass store. I was so dead set on getting. A goddamn game I ignored the dimensional paradox of a store I was in.

And so I’m like eager to check out the shelves and see what games I get to pick and.

They’re all donkey Kong 64 for the Nintendo 64

All of them. Not only that but they’re some sort of premium exclusive to the store golden edition. Nothing but this golden donkey Kong 64 IVE NEVER PLAYED A DONKEY KONG GAME IN MY LIFE, I DIDNT EVEN OWN THE CONSOLE, it was just endless shelves of exclusive golden donkey Kong 64!!!!!!!! I was like so distraught and dissapointed over this u have no idea

anyways ANYWAYS, this is where it gets weird I think I get my copy of a game and then this jumpscare ass glowy hoe is like right in front of me and they’re also a glowing being that radiates light but surprisingly my eyes didn’t burn out I could just tell there was someone in front of me, and they’re also trying to put a necklace on me so I just let them, and as they’re doing that I notice the necklace they put on me was a hamsa necklace (thumb facing left with giant diamond in the center eyeball; didn’t understand the importance of the symbol till I fully looked into it). Honestly it was severely intricate and looked like it was made out of silver. Cant get over how shiny the eye diamond was, and that’s when the dream ended

So basically I attribute all my crazy gacha pulls to that necklace but also I guess I’m particularly blessed by the amount of fuckery that doesn’t happen to me or my small immediate family so maybe that’s also due to some sort of protection idk idk I guess I’m permanently wearing this sweet hamsa necklace in my dreams or something

#always wanted to type it up as a post #GOOFY ASS #U DONT KNOW HOW DISTRAUGHT I WAS IN THAT STORE #HAS ANYONE ELSE ALSO BEEN GIFTED MYSTICAL ITEMS WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM U PLEASE #dreams #is that how u tag this???? #personal #??? #mind u this happened yeaaaars ago I wanna say 7 or 8 years ago

[justonemorechapternicercy]

*a smug fox* I’d like I L O V E U for the ask meme please 😌 *very proud of myself*

You are a sap, and I fucking love you, my smug little fox 🦊❤️ You can be very proud of yourself, I did not expect it and you made me smile so much 🤭

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

I don't have "guilty" pleasures. I'm not feeling guilty about any of my reading and writing materials 😌 if somebody has a problem with what I consume, it's their problem, not mine.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Uh, maybe once before I post them on Tumblr, but usually I just post them as soon as I write it. That's why they are full of typos and misspellings lol. But I try to correct them when I post them on AO3 - that's why it takes such a long time to post there. I just don't have motivation to reread and edit my writings and find the correct tags AND write a summary and a title 😩

O: How do you begin a story—with the plot, or the characters?

I do both. I mean, sometimes I have the perfect plot, and then I have to find the perfect couple for that plot (eg. some of the DILFS week's fics). Other times, I have the couple I want to write about, and then I have to figure out the plot itself (eg. Pocket Mortys).

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Hm. Honestly, I don't really want to do that. Sure, sometimes I fantasize about what could happen, especially when it is an abandoned work (eg. A Change in the Weather - Kurtbastian fic), but I wouldn't want to write a sequel for other's works.

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

Wanting him, loving him. My Hera/Percy story, I will definitely write a sequel for it. Some time. Maybe. Lol xD But it will be about Hera pegging Percy 😌 that's the plot xD

U: Share three of your favourite fic writers and why you like them so much.

ONLY THREE?! That's cruel!!! Okay, but we would be here for years, if I listed everybody, so okay, I can accept the limitations.

The first one is a smug, mischievous little foxy, a menace, really, but a menace who writes amazingly. Zir stories are always so emotional, so imaginative, and zir words?! They convey so much! They grab my attention and never let it go. I could quote many of their writings, some words and sentences just stay with me forever, I keep them in my mind, tattooed in my heart. Zir writing is so beautiful, ze always use the right words at the right moments, so vivid and expressive, so gorgeous! (just like my beloved is 🤭) *sighs dreamily* 💕💕💕

Okay, then we have the amazing demon goddess Fee, whose fics never fail to bring me joy. Her stories are so sweet and fluffy and even if they are angsty, there's a guaranteed happy end and I just love that so much! She is reliable and constant in her amazing stories, and the plots are so gooooood! She made me want to be better at writing, and she is so supportive and sweet too! 💗

The third one is krsive, and oh, boy... Their stories... Each and every one hit the right spots. The plot is always so exciting, the length is so satisfying, the stories are so engaging and perfectly paced. Even the things I'm not usually fond of, they can write them so beautifully that I just can't bring myself to skip. The characterisation is on-point, the drama and angst is so delicious and heartbreaking, and the ending is so sweet and heartwarming. 😩💙

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

NSFW Alphabet (N-Z)

Part 1 | Part 2

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Female! Reader

Summary: A-Z of just smut (and some fluff).

Word Count: 1324

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, minors DNI, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male/female receiving), masturbation (male/female), overstimulation, creampie, multiple orgasms, teasing, slight spanking, sex toys, cursing, language, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note: POSTING IN 2 PARTS! Because Tumblr won’t let you have more than 250 text blocks. Happy Birthday to Sam! I love how this turned out and I hope you all do too! Enjoy loves <3

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never ever do something that would hurt you in any way, shape, or form.

He had told you countless times that if there ever was something you weren’t comfortable with in bed or something was hurting that you speak immediately.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

That man could live between your thighs if he had the chance. At every opportunity, he would search for your core to nuzzle his face in it and bring you earth-shattering after earth-shattering orgasm with his master tongue.

Sam was close to bringing you to a third orgasm in some random room at the party the two of you were attending.

His mouth was sinful as he sucked on your raw and abused clit for how long you didn't know. You lost track of time how long you've been spread out for him on some random surface as he was on his knees. The short dress you were wearing made it easy for him to have access to all of you.

“I-I don't th-think I can d-do one mo-more baby.”

“Just one more. Just one more for me.”

“Shouldn't we go back to the party? People must wonder where we are.”

“I don't care. I don't like the food there. This here is much better. Now cum for me one last time.”

He wouldn’t say no to an offer from you in sucking him off. He just wishes sometimes you would have picked a more appropriate time to do so.

“Her? Now?” Sam questioned as you were on your knees trying to undo his pants. The two of you were at a party, and you had gotten the sudden urge to feel him on your tongue, so desperate to taste him.

You had pushed him into some random small broom closet. The crowns of people outside having no idea what was going on just a few meters from them.

“Yes now. Do you not want me to?” You asked innocently as you grabbed his dick through his underwear. “N-no, I want to. Please keep going… fuck.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If he’s been angry and frustrated that day, it’ll be more rough than usual. You could feel him take that little bit of frustration out on your body as he fucked you hard and fast from behind.

Not that you mind. It was terrible to admit, but you loved those times when he got home from his day a little angrier. Your thighs clenching together in knowledge that he would handle you roughly in bed.

Your head was buzzing as Sam fucked you into oblivion from behind. He had gotten home frustrated and in desperate need to release some steam. Your hands were gripping the sheets tightly in your palms to keep you grounded from his abusive thrusts.

His palm continuously left harsh slaps on your ass cheeks as he fucked you deeply into the mattress.

It didn't take long for both of you to release. His hands held a tight grip on your hips as he fucked you just a tad longer after the orgasm.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If there really isn’t time for foreplay and exploring each other, he has nothing against a quickie if one of you is in a rush.

“We don’t have time for this Y/N! We need to leave in 10 minutes.”

“10 minutes is more than enough, Sam! We just need to be very quick.”

The rush to get his pants down as well as your underwear under the dress down was immense as you only had a few minutes to bring each other pleasure before you had to leave for the fancy gala both of you were attending.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s up for exploring new possibilities in bed if that’s what you want.

New positions, maybe some toys that could be used to enhance both of your pleasures.

If you were game, he was as well.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You have sex almost every day. That man can last as long as he wants and is good to go for 2-3 rounds. You don't understand how in the fuck he does it. It's like a secret superpower he has. He mainly uses it to his advantage when he wants to tease you to the fullest.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

There won’t be that many toys that are used. Sam always says that his mouth, hands, and dick are the only toys that are needed in the bedroom.

Once in a while, he will ask you to fuck yourself with the dildo in your drawer while he watches intensely.

“Please, Sam, can you just come and touch me?” The drive of the toy inside yourself was good, but it would never please you in the same way Sam did.

“No, no. I want to watch. You’ll get me later. Now show me what you do to yourself when I’m not at home.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

There is teasing to some degree, but he mostly wants to get right on.

But those few times he does actually want to tease you, he’ll take his sweet time in doing so, driving you absolutely insane with need.

“No… please,” the pathetic plea for him not to deny your orgasm again was bringing a smirk to his expression.

“Shhh… I’m not done with you yet,” he said as his fingers were inserted in you once again to build you up. Was he going to allow you to let go this time? That would be left to see when the time came.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be loud at times, but mostly he’ll just let out grunts and moans of your name on a repeated loop. It became more evident just as he’s about to finish inside of you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sam loves drawn-out foreplay when he has plenty of time to spare.

He takes good care in preparing you and making you cum at least once before he’s even put his dick in you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Have you seen how he walks? He’s thick and long, and he knows how to make you absolutely crazy with it. The way he holds himself just screams big dick energy.

You’ve been together for years, but you still can’t get used to his length inside of you, and you doubt you ever will.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s always ready if you are. He’s not joking when he says he wants you 24/7, 365 days.

Even when the two of you are tired but still horny for one another, you will find a way to pleasure each other.

The two of you were laying on your sides, Sam’s chest pressed tightly against your back as his dick was driving itself in and out of your tightness.

It was early in the morning. The two of you were as tired as could be but the need to feel each other was intense.

It wouldn’t be long until the two of you released all over each other. On the bright morning, none of you would be able to hold on for long.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always takes care of you before his eyes close for sleep. Washing you, cuddling you, running a bath for the two of you to relax in.

He can’t sleep unless he knows you have been appropriately taken care of.

“Good night, sweet girl. I love you.”

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[dnf-fic-recs]

hi<3

i was wondering if you could recommend me the best long fic that you can think of? i only seem to find either one shots or really short fics, but i’d rather read something that i can get really invested in.

heat waves is the longest dnf fic i could find, but i already read (and loved) it

hello anon!! <3 let me see,,,, (under the cut)

currently i’m reading the modern dictionary for ghosts, written by a dead guy by Turtle_ier, with 3 chapters out atm!

Dream is dead, and has been for some time. People come and go, trees grow and fall, and as time gradually wears down even the most steadfast things, he forgets himself. Eventually, the appearance of the man who inherited the house he haunts means that he remembers some things, and learns a few others. But Dream remembers that face. It would be hard not to remember that face.

there’s also Acts Of Love by overthejune! 13 chapters out rn

He leaned down and smiled sensually. "Your name would be nice.

The brunette seemed to consider this for a moment, then leaned forward until their faces were inches apart; a direct challenge. Clay could feel the boy's breath softly ghosting onto his face.

"George Davidson."

Clay's smile grew as he tallied himself a point. "Well, my name is Clay Dream. It's very nice to meet you, George."

George stared straight into his eyes, a light going off in them that signaled his intense disapproval of Clay's condescending tone. The boy leaned back in his seat but didn't relax. After a single moment, the dark eyes discarded him.

"Wish I could say the same."

-- Everyone loves Clay... everyone, that is, except for the sarcastic, edgy guy in the third row of Clay's English Language class.

Clay has always enjoyed a challenge, but he never thought that it would be so hard to get someone to notice him.

George has always enjoyed staying away from people like Clay, but he never thought that it would be so hard to ignore him.

It will be quite a battle of the wills (or pills), and it will change their lives forever.

figure skates and hockey blades by effervescentlies has 7 out of 15 chapters out rn!

George is a talented figure skater who moves from England to Canada on a scholarship.

Dream is the rowdy captain of the university hockey team. Unbeknownst to George, he’s also Clay, an exceptionally bright and mysterious English major.

But what George doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

high dive down by xiechr only has 2 chapters out right now but i’m a SUCKER for mistaken identity fics (those are my Jam yall i am requesting them pls and thank you <3)

George doesn’t know what he’d do without Dream. He doesn't know who he’d be without Dream.

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Or: George drunkenly books a flight to Florida. For the record, it was a bad idea. But George thinks finally meeting Dream might just be worth it.

Clay, on the other hand, is the pool boy of the airbnb George is staying at.

lucky charm by persona_kath has 20 chapters out and is one of my favorite royalty aus Ever (i had to stop writing my own king!george and knight!dream bc i was afraid i’d accidentally steal ideas bc this fic is Amazing)

George has had bad luck before.

He’s stubbed his toes on doors, dropped heavy pounds onto his feet, nearly cut open his fingers trying to cut potatoes-- but nothing like this. Nothing in his life can compare to the misfortune of having just been crowned king.

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In which George, down on his luck, is crowned king and meets Dream, the luckiest knight in the world.

number neighborhood by Depressed_Anon is actually such a good fic it’s so fucking funny and there’s 30 chapters out rn! dnf isn’t the main focus of this one but its hilarious and i adore it

Dream- i’ll literally bark at you

George- fucking e x c u s e me?!

Dream- you heard me

Sapnap- BARKBARKBARKBARK

Karl- BARKBARK GROWL WOOF WOOF WOOF

(OR)

Sapnap decides to hop on a trend that happened in like, 2018, and makes a group chat of number neighbours. Chaos ensues.

saltwater secrets by earlgay_milktea has 6 chapters out and i think the author has  a tumblr so go follow!! 

George may be a mermaid, but his feelings for Dream are drowning him.

last one, studio 404 by quartzfia is amazing! it has 8 chapters out rn and is one of my favorite fics

With zero hesitation he pushed the door upon, eyes darting to the figure there as he realized it was very much not empty. George found himself completely enthralled with what he saw. He always had a thing for tappers, didn't he?

Or in which, George left everything behind him to pursue his dreams of dance in New York City, and meets two mysterious people he grows too attached to in too little time.

my computer is yelling at me for making a long post but i hope this helps anon!! sorry theyre all continuing lmao

#dreamnotfound fic #dreamnotfound #dreamnotfound fic recs #dnf fic #dnf #dnf fic recs #asks #reccommended by mod

[nextstopparis]

Destiny and What It Meant for Merlin’s Relationships (IN MY OPINION!!!):

aka A Discussion about Merthur that Very Quickly Devolved

[disclaimer: god lets fucking hope third times the charm.. anyways, i saw something that made me defensive over merthur bc it kept comparing them to other relationships merlins had and using destiny to downplay them, and that led to this. so i bring up merthur a lot. this talks about destiny in merlin’s relationships, and then relates them back to merthur. this doesn’t attack any ships, i promise! it’s literally just me drawing up comparisons where destiny is concerned and then it starts talking more about destiny’s role in feelings, so. 5.3kish it keeps getting longer wtf word count up ahead… very incoherent… i may have gone a little insane. read at own risk] (also, endless amounts of thanks to @queer-clotpole and @once-and-future-dawn for finding that link &also for sending this back to me after tumblr deleted it….u guys r literally the bestests)

okay, one of my biggest pet peeves is the insinuation that merlin only really cared about arthur/loved him (in whatever way) because of destiny. ive already written about this here on someone elses post, but i also just wanted to add another few points: if that were true, literally all of merlin’s character digression in season 5 would make absolutely no sense???

if nothing else, season 5 showed how much merlin started prioritizing arthur over and despite destiny. he literally!!! went completely against any plan of action - even/especially regarding legalizing magic - in order to save arthur. thats what makes season five (and consequently the entire show) so hard to watch!!! because if only merlin had cared a little less about arthur/if he’d played into destiny a little more and followed it, then magic would’ve been legalized and arthur probably wouldn’t have died!!! if merlin only loved arthur because of destiny, then how could he have disregarded destiny so thoroughly for him? yeah, destiny brought them together, but it didn’t bring them any closer. as i said in the other rant: merlin’s destiny was to help arthur unite albion/bring magic back to the land (“without you, Emrys, Arthur cannot build a new world we all long for.” 5.10). he didn’t have to care about arthur? he only had to care about 1)helping him unlearn his hatred for magic, and 2) making sure he survived long enough to do something about that change of heart. merlin had several chances to do this, and yet forwent all of them because there was a possibility that arthur - his friend, not his destiny - would die. (i think we all are thinking the same thing, here: 5.05 in That One Heartwrenching Scene).

another thing: by reducing merlin/arthurs bond (however you want to think of it) to a mere product of destiny, one would also imply that destiny was only in play with arthur and merlin/that they were the only ones who had destinies or were involved in a particular destiny, which just wouldn’t be true at all?? let me explain: im going to take four people merlin was very close to and use them as examples, aside from arthur (also, please note that if you ship him with any of these people, im in no way trying to attack that!!! i love merlin with a lot of them, im not discrediting them! actually im saying why this particular argument doesnt work against any ship because it applies to all of them):

Lancelot: lancelot was foretold to be in merlin/arthurs lives, as heard by kilgharrah in 4.02, making him part of merlin’s destiny. see: “sir lancelot, the bravest and most noble of them all.” …see also in 4.02 at the isle of the blessed: it wasn’t arthur’s time to die, but it also wasn’t merlin’s. this left lancelot (or gwaine) to sacrifice themselves in order to save camelot (since that was the original goal) which needed to be done in order for the golden age to come, this directly links him to merlin/arthurs destiny. (“your time among men is not yet over, Emrys.” *looks pointedly at Lance, about to walk through the veil, almost as if she knew this was gonna happen*). what i’m trying to say is: someone was going to die that night so that albion would have a future. destiny ensured that it was neither arthur nor merlin by virtue of needing them later for their own destinies. it also wasn’t gwaine. by law of elimination, if destiny called for a single person to die, and took away ¾ of the choices, then it’s a fair assumption to say that lancelot was almost ‘destined’ to die there, no? you could argue that any other knight could’ve gone, but then - destiny is like, the master of putting the exact person it needs in the exact place it needs them in. also - lancelot was the only one who knew what merlin was planning on doing. If any other knight had gone, merlin would have sacrificed himself, and we already know destiny can’t have that. [so, by logic of reducing merlin/arthur’s relationship to only a product of destiny and nothing more, you’d also have to reduce Lancelot’s sacrifice and loyalty/love for merlin here to destiny, too, which is just grossly unfair.]

Gwaine: gwaine was also foretold to be in their lives, as heard in 3.08. see: “courage, magic, and strength.” - arthur needed gwaine there in order to complete ‘one of the most important’ tasks in a prince’s life; the ultimate deciding factor of whether they’re fit to be a king or not. now, you can debate the merits of how much it actually would’ve affected arthur’s ascension to the throne, since he was the only recognized heir, but the way they amp it up was: you die or you complete it, and if you do neither of those things then no one will actually think of you as a worthy king. arthurs destiny of being ‘the once and future king’ would’ve thus taken a huge blow. he needed to prove himself, otherwise what good is a king no one thinks is worthy? what good is a king dead before he even becomes one? so, merlin and him needed gwaine there in order to 1) help arthur with his destiny of becoming a respected king n uniting albion and 2) help merlin’s destiny of not only helping arthur become king, but also of helping arthur save albion (“…for this is not arthur’s quest, but yours.” 3.08)/bring magic back. hence courage and magic not only needing each other, but also needing strength. this makes them all a part of  each others destiny. [so since gwaine was destined to be in merlin and arthurs lives as much as they were meant to be in each others^, does that mean you have to disregard his loyalty and love for merlin (+arthur later on) with the previous logic of merlin&arthurs relationship not being as authentic ~bc of destiny~?]

Freya: once again, also in merlin’s life as a product of destiny. see: 3.08 with the bit about the fisher king (“…water from the lake of avalon. I have kept it safe these years waiting for the right person to claim it, and that is you. for you are the chosen […] albions time of need is near. […] your powers are great, but you will need help”) , and then cut to  3.12 when merlin sees her spirit is in the water and she gives merlin the sword. her interference is literally the only thing that ensured their victory over the immortal army, once again making sure that camelot actually has a future for the “uniting albion” bit to take place. this, again, makes her a direct player in all this destiny business. so she, too, was destined to be in merlin’s life - does that also reduce their bond in 2.09 to something that they had no choice over?

Elyan: who was also foretold (i think this also implies the rest of the knights being part of the destiny as well). see: “heed my words with due concern, for one of you will not return.” in 5.06, The Dark Tower episode. I think the mere fact that Elyan’s death was known shows that he was part of the destiny. you might also be able to say that this might not have been specifically Elyan but rather just any one of the knights. thats why i think this is an indicator that all the knights were part of the destiny, too. (idk why the fuck he had to die - but his life of being a knight [+all the others’] in arthur and gwen and merlin’s camelot was, still, a foretold part of merlin and arthur and gwens destinies. does that reduce their found family? their brotherhood?).

we always say how “arthur was merlin’s destiny”, but he wasn’t. helping arthur was, and that is not the same thing, because the first one implies that no one else was part of merlin’s destiny. which, as i try to explain with the above four examples, is just not true; they all had a role in merlin’s destiny. they were all ‘foretold’ just as arthur had been. they are not separate from destiny; they’re not an escape or an exception, they’re a part of a whole.

furthermore, there’s:

That One Old Guy in 3.05. see: “the moment of our meeting has been written for many, many years”

That Other Guy About To Die in 5.01. see: “i have been haunted by this moment for many years. since long before you set foot on this earth, Emrys.”

Finna in 5.10. see: “it is my destiny, Emrys, to serve you until the end.”

they didn’t even play a huge role in merlin’s life, and yet their destinies still put them in his path because they were intertwined. everyone that merlin met who contributed to his destiny was part of his destiny. whoever was there, was meant to be there.

my point with the above is: destiny is not an independent or singular event, particular to a very small set of people. in my opinion, the big destiny is albions future, and then everyone else has their own roles in bringing it about. it’s like, a destiny containing a subset of other destinies that will eventually fully complete it. yes, some people had a more relevant role in the grand scheme of things and were more closely intertwined than others, but they were all linked together. merlin’s destiny didn’t revolve around gwaine, lancelot, elyan, freya, or really anyone else, but it did incorporate them significantly - they were still a part of merlin’s and albion’s destiny, just as he was a part of theirs. ^merlin still needed each of those people at one point of his life in order to complete his destiny/get it to a specific point, just like he needed arthur and gwen and mordred and finna and literally anyone else. this means that no one role is more or less significant. (taylor swift asked it best: ‘if one thing had been different, would everything be different?’ to which this show implies, repeatedly, that the answer is yes. so many things could go differently if any one instance went differently, so they’re all equally important^. that’s why they were put in merlin’s path (but that’s not why they stayed). think of this: if gwaine hadn’t been there on merlin/arthur’s quest in 3.08, they wouldn’t have been able to complete it (“that’ll be--” “your friends, courage and strength, I know. without their help, you would not be here” 3.08), and camelot would’ve been doomed. think of all those little decisions merlin made that directly led to arthur’s downfall, if one of those things didn’t happen, would arthur have died? could arthur have been saved? aithusa is one example i never stop thinking about - what if merlin hadn’t named her? what if kilgharrah had looked after her? what if merlin didnt try to save her life in 5.01 by telling her to go?)

so all that being said, how can you reduce one relationship as ‘against what they would’ve wanted without destiny’ without doing the exact same thing to all the other relationships? destiny’s role in all the other ones was equally important, so…?

and i guess one argument that comes to mind straight away is that there’s an inverse relationship between the relevancy of one’s role in a destiny and the authenticity of their choices: the more central the role, the less their choices are really choices, because the more destiny needs to control them. in terms of actions*, all i can say is: destiny is probably going to dictate someone’s actions if they venture too far away to complete the destiny (because i do think there’s flexibility within its confines), but in terms of relationships, i think i can make an argument. here’s the thing: i really, genuinely believe that there is no possible way your destiny can make you feel an emotion. “but, nextstopparis, later on near the end of this, don’t you literally talk about how overwhelmed and trapped merlin felt because of destiny??” yes, reader, you’re right. but in my opinion, that wasn’t destiny’s fault. that was the way some figures in merlin’s life (*cough* kilgharrah *cough*) chose to present destiny. do you really think merlin would’ve felt so trapped and overwhelmed if the news was broken just a little bit gentler? If so much significance wasn’t put on it when he was being told? if he didn’t know at all? i don’t think so. he doesn’t feel trapped in his destiny because he has one, he feels trapped because he was told he has one.

ok, now back to my original point: i don’t think destiny can make you feel an emotion. you might tell me that the more two peoples’ destinies are intertwined, the bigger role they have in each others lives, and thus more exposure to each other which would equal more of a chance that they’ll get close. and that, you could argue, would be a direct manipulation and not very much of a “real connection”, but i ask you: do you really think that’s possible? just because you spend more time with someone (willingly or not) will you automatically grow fond of them? i think that if you don’t get along with someone, you just. dont get along with them. if anything, being that close all the time might make you dislike them/hate them even more? so, if destiny can’t force you to get along with people^ and consider them as friends, then merlin was just as likely to devote himself to arthur/love arthur without destiny as with it, right? this also applies to his relationships with literally everyone else. merlin got along with them. he chose to keep them around as friends. but…“nextstopparis, maybe since he knew about his and arthurs intertwined destinies, he felt obligated.” obligated? to? be his friend…? why would he feel obligated into caring about him, when at most his destiny asks him to save arthur a lot? i can understand merlin feeling responsible for arthurs life because of the knowledge. but? feeling obligated to care for him??? to love him??

actually, that’s a good point. let’s try and hypothesize what would’ve happened if merlin didn’t know about his destiny with arthur, thus there being no chance of having this sense of obligation to love him to see if their relationship would’ve changed:

merlin would’ve still been at the feast/banquet because gaius took him

he would’ve still saved arthurs life - since thats just a human decency thing??

ewther would still have made him arthurs manservant

they would’ve ended up in literally the exact same position as in the first episode.

now, what about the argument of “ok, he might’ve still gotten the job, but since he felt no obligation brought on by the knowledge of the destiny, he wouldn’t have stayed.” which i will say, is very plausible. i don’t believe this though (for a few reasons), because literally on his third/fourth day, he tells gaius he’s enjoying the job (“is it my imagination, or are you beginning to enjoy yourself?” *scoffs defensively* “i-it isn’t totally horrible all the time” 1.02… mm ok bby downplay it all u want). not to mention, in that same episode he gets fired. he gets fired and it hurts his feelings and he wants his job back (that smile when arthur says ‘im rehiring you’ - you know the one). it’s not a desperate sort of need that would come with obligation, it’s just something he wants. he just… likes working for arthur. this happening is independent of his knowledge of destiny (he hates it at first anyways, then slowly grows to enjoy it. also: he didn’t even rlly care about destiny at this point, so all of his decisions are of his own volition), so we can safely assume that this same thing would’ve happened without the knowledge of his destiny. so, continuing:

him and arthur would’ve still started bonding

he would’ve stayed in his job*

they would’ve still gotten as close as they did - just maybe without merlin’s pep-talks of “i believe in your destiny” before battles since he didn’t know about destiny

so now you’re thinking “but didn’t you also say that one difference *cough* in this case, merlin not knowing destiny *cough* leads to everything else being different, too? except…the way you’re talking makes it seem like nothing would be that different if merlin hadn’t known??” yes! yes i did say that, reader, and here’s the thing: i think that if merlin didn’t know about the destiny, everything important to the destiny would be different. think about it: as one example, he wouldn’t have been so suspicious of mordred all the time. and he wouldn’t have been so adamant on killing mordred to save arthur. since that was the thing that sealed arthur’s fate (5.05), id say it was a pretty important event to destiny, thus it makes sense that it would have changed. i just don’t think how merlin’s relationship with people progressed mattered to destiny at all. if they were there, that’s all that mattered. it didn’t matter why or how they were there, just that they were. thats why (i think, using what little logic I have to draw up hypothetical events,) it seems that merlin’s relationship with arthur wouldn’t have changed - because they could’ve been at a professional distance the whole time and completed the destiny. they could’ve complimented each other all the time and completed the destiny. it didn’t matter how they viewed or treated or cared for one another, as long as they got things done. their relationship wasn’t ultimately important, so with the difference of merlin not knowing his destiny, it wouldn’t have been affected at all (at least, not much/drastically). this reiterates the point im trying to make about their relationship being just as authentic as the next one.

[*now, let’s talk about this post, because destiny might not care about people’s relationships, but it cares a lot about people being in the right place (see: lancelot) at the right time. you can use this to say: “so what if destiny did make merlin love arthur with some, like, voodoo shit? because it needed him to stay close to arthur, and making him love arthur is the surest way to do that, right?” well, reader, let’s see. this is one part where the post comes in because it talks about how merlin - in the earlier seasons - did anything/ tried to take every possible escape from his destiny as he could, and how he really was not all that reserved about leaving it behind, giving examples from the lady of the lake, the witchfinder, the moment of truth etc. (please go read it - it’s so so so so good). so then, if destiny did make merlin fond of arthur to get him to stay…it backfired pretty fucking horribly? if merlin was made to care about arthur the way he did just to stay close to him…...why did he want/try to leave several times, then? so now you might be thinking “ok, nextstopparis, i’ll grant you the fact that he wasn’t forced to care about arthur here, but what if his repeated attempts to escape then lead to destiny forcing him to care?” well, honestly? the only thing i can think to say to you is: then why would destiny even bother? i think we can all agree here that destiny isn’t capable of caring about anything but itself, so if it had the power to make sure everything went by without a hitch, why wouldn’t it just exercise that power from the beginning? why risk waiting until something threatening happens to make sure it won’t happen again? it’s not like it’s a dictator trying to prove it’s “nOt tHaT baD!1!!1″? furthermore, it’s not like merlin would have known either way for destiny to even want to hide its power from him?? what could possibly be the point in waiting and risking everything, before making sure nothing goes wrong?? i think the real divide here comes with how much power you afford to destiny. i genuinely do not think destiny has power over people, just over events. it is, after all, itself just a major event waiting to happen, no? therefore, it seems impossible to me that merlin (or anyone else) could be made into feeling a certain way. this, i don’t think is either provable or disprovable? (but correct me if im wrong!!!). so anyways, all that being said, we can therefore, (mostly) safely conclude that destiny didn’t make anyone love anyone. (also: there you have it with the ‘obligation had nothing to do with how much he cared’ because he didn’t have a sense of obligation (“at least not yet” - which he later developed in s5, but by then he already cared for arthur enough to make it - in terms of their relationship - insignificant)).

so, anyways, the gist of the post is about how it wasn’t ooc of merlin to want to run away with freya, because he just really wanted an out from how trapped he felt with destiny. you should really go read it yourself, but it talks about how merlin’s primary motivation in the earlier seasons was to be loved - no obligation to destiny, no obligation to arthur. (i agree so hard with this). now you’re probably thinking, “then why’d you assume that merlin would stay in his job if he didn’t know? he might’ve liked it at first, but now you just said that he was trying to leave it even when he did know. wouldn’t leaving be easier to do, not knowing destiny? doesn’t that then mean arthur and merlin wouldn’t have grown so close, since he’d be able to leave, meaning their relationship would be different. and if it’s different in this case, then it is important to destiny, right? and since it’s important to destiny, it could’ve very well been fabricated.” but would it be easier to leave, reader? i did say he was trying to leave the job and that their relationship wasn’t ultimately important in the grand scheme of things and that destiny couldn’t make them feel a certain way, but i also said that destiny cares a hell of a lot about people being where they are supposed to be, and having the power to change events.

consider: in 1.10, merlin offers to stay in ealdor when speaking with hunith at the end of it. this is a direct instance of merlin wanting to leave his destiny, but ultimately not doing so. perhaps if he did not know about destiny, he would’ve fought his mom harder - perhaps he would’ve stayed in ealdor for longer. but just because we are pretending that he doesn’t know about destiny, does not mean destiny isn’t at play. do you really think that the same destiny that had a hand in killing freya to stop merlin from leaving camelot (this isn’t canon but it might as well be, ok?), would’ve allowed merlin to stay in ealdor? destiny might not care how merlin and arthur felt about each other (not that it would’ve been able to do anything about it, anyway) but it did care (and could control) that - at least geographically - they were near enough to get their destinies done. so, no. merlin wouldn’t have left his job - he may’ve wanted to, but i don’t think he would’ve been able to, whether he knew about destiny or not.

so now, i ask you again, because i’m pretty sure i know what you’re thinking: knowing his destiny or not, does merlin and arthurs forced proximity automatically lead to their love for each other?  do you have to love everyone you spend a portion of your life with? someone who you might believe you’re supposed to love? [it’s not exactly the same thing, but think toxic friends. maybe you do worship them while stuck in the friendship, but upon leaving it, that all changes, right? so let’s say this was a case of merlin only loving arthur because he thought he had to (even though we already explained away any ‘obligation’ arguments). merlin had… 1500 years… to reach the point of “i didn’t love him, i was forced into thinking i did”. and yet? 1500+ years and he’s still pining?? he probably met so many amazing people during that time, and had so many amazing experiences (aus where merlin is happy before arthur comes back>>>), but he still missed arthur and waited for him, because that relationship was fucking special and real.]  is love so trivial that the simplest manipulation can imitate it so thoroughly?

you might be thinking “nextstopparis, that’s horrible! how is destiny not letting merlin leave arthur any better?” it’s not. it’s fucked up and it sucks ass and it’s probably the most unfair thing about destiny. but that’s not the point of this post. the point isn’t to defend destiny, it’s to explain it. the point of this post is to tell you - yes, this sucks and yes, it’s horrible but it’s also not isolated. remember how everyone in merlin’s life was meant to be there? that means that everyone in his life would’ve been affected the same way. this is not just an issue with arthur/merlin, this is an issue with everyone ever. merlin loved everyone in his life just because he loved them. but no matter who they were, he wouldn’t have been able to leave them before it was ‘time’ - there was never more choice in that department with any one relationship. destiny didn’t force one relationship to progress, and then leave all the others alone, because it had equal sway in everything that was a part of it.

so now that we’ve established that there was nothing bonding merlin and arthur together other than themselves/their compatibility, let’s talk about destiny’s hand in freya’s death. hell, let’s talk about arthurs, and hope to drive the point home. merlin could have responded so differently to freya’s death by arthurs hand. he could’ve been so angry and cold and distant. it would have been so easy to just. stop responding and to emotionally distance himself from arthur at this point - i mean, he had every reason. the post i mentioned also talks about how arthur’s ‘1 step forward/2 steps back’ tango with his relationship with magic hurt merlin over and over. - how much it repeatedly let merlin down. every string keeping him with arthur was worn so thin - his one immediate/definite chance of happiness was gone, he fully believed he’d never be accepted for who he was, arthur had (unknowingly) betrayed him again, arthur had let him down again, destiny still wasn’t worth everything, destiny felt too far away - that he had every reason to just..shut off from arthur completely. and yet... he didn’t. whatever my opinions are on freya/merlin, in the show it’s obviously meant to be canon that they felt very strongly (idk about love) about each other. so to lose her because of arthur and yet still to forgive him? to be betrayed like that by arthur (knowingly or not), and yet to not hold it against him? (this actually reminds me of that doctor who quote: “do you think i care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?”) to see, with his own eyes, that destiny seems to be failing and yet still believe in arthur and stay with him?  is that really an emotion so insignificant that it can be falsified this meticulously?]

that got a little long, but now you might be back to thinking “ok, fine, nextstopparis, now say we’re assuming you’re right, and that merlin not knowing about his destiny/not feeling trapped because of it would’ve still resulted in as strong a bond for merlin/arthur as with the knowledge. that doesn’t change the fact that it was still an omnipresent force bringing them together in the background, so i still think it’s was never a real choice for merlin and arthur to be together.” to which i reraise my previous opinions of, ok reader, yes, but also - 1)their physical proximity had no correlation to the intensity of their relationship(as we’ve already talked about in great detail), so what does that matter, and 2)that logic is also then true for everyone in merlin’s life, because every single person in merlin’s life, just like arthur, was also part of that destiny. therefore, the exact same logic applies, which then means that no one relationship began “more authentically” or “more as a choice” compared to the others.

It wasn’t “arthur for merlin because destiny made sure it was no one else” it was “arthur for merlin because merlin chose to have arthur as more than a destiny.”

to summarize: i think every single person in merlins life was there because of destiny. yes, it sucks that he sometimes felt trapped and yes it was completely unfair how overwhelmed he was all the time, but that in no way reduces the authenticity of any of his relationships with people. they were put in his life to help him with something, but he chose how they fit there. destiny was brought up too much with too much emphasis on its importance which is what made it all so overwhelming for merlin, but…honestly? im starting to believe more and more that destiny is more of just. a push in a direction you wanted to go in, anyways. this is why i believe that ‘this show is the epitome of the quote “i do believe in fate and destiny, but i also believe that we are only fated to do the things we would choose, anyway.” by Kiersten White.’  this is also why i believe thinking destiny is anything else within the context of the show would make it a lot more depressing.

so please. PLEASE! stop reducing merlin’s relationships to an unfortunate effect of destiny. give him the respect of acknowledging that at the very least he was able to choose who he loved.

I also want to say that this post is only to show that merlin and arthur’s relationship/love for one another (platonic or otherwise) was just as valid and just as beautiful and just as real as merlin/arthur’s relationships with everyone else. it was just as untouched by destiny. you can debate the merits of “better ships” all you want, but i just don’t think destiny is an argument you can use in those debates (u know, common factor and all), unless im missing something?

anyways, idk if this makes sense or if this is even an actual argument, but i see a lot of people play the destiny card negatively for one thing but then completely ignore the fact that it applies to literally everything else, too, so i just needed to write this. it might be wrong on every level and a bit incoherent and also i repeat myself a lot but. i literally only have 0.03% more of a braincell than arthur so you literally cannot judge me. this is also completely just my opinion/thoughts and is thus very susceptible to errors of a gigantic size. so. i might be (probably am) missing a lot of important points. especially considering how biased/defensive i am where merthur is concerned jdiosjeoiejfsekl. omg

if you read this far: i am SO sorry, oh my god. do you still have brain cells?? they may have died with each word here…. n e ways idk if anyone will read this - im hoping to GOD not, but if you do and want to criticize my entire existence…fair… but pls b gentle abt it im sensitive. i tried to think of as many counterarguments as I could.

ok, thx 4 reading!

#this better fucking work #im so annoyed #i dont even have anything to say my head is completely empty #which probably means that this is all complete bullshit #hey if ur reading this I hope u enjoyed it took a lot out of me sjiejsefoisj #imagine... all that soul crushing and I get 1 note and its MYSELF lmao #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #merthur #destiny #merlin meta #merthur meta #VERY LONG #sorry if there r spelling mistakes

[spooky-z]

Mom? Dad? Chaos.

First, I would like to thank you all! Really. And I'm not talking about the followers (which reached the 500), no. I'm talking about your reception for my stories. You guys are awesome!

Second, Marinette is a little... dark in this story. Maybe because she fought Hawkmoth for a long time or Batfam influence, I don't know. She defends herself and defends her friends against Lila. So, don't be surprised, please.

(finally managing to edit the post f- u tumblr) 6K of salt, sailors.

Lightly based on Wayne Travelers by @multishipper1needshalp​​ Maribat by @ozmav​​

The day had started normal.

Marinette getting up late for class and getting ready in a hurry while Tikki helped the girl as best she could, her parents setting the table for breakfast together and Damian sitting, waiting for his girlfriend to go to school together. Adrien still asleep after staying up all night with Jonathan on the phone.

That had become Marinette's morning routine for the past two years, with Damian going to Paris to study economics with the best education that money could afford and her finishing high school in Dupont with Adrien.

And as said before, the day had started normal.

They ate breakfast with her parents, Marinette kicking Adrien out of bed and walked together to Dupont's entrance, where their paths parted.

She had kissed Damian good-bye and he whispered a “see you later” before getting in the car parked on the sidewalk. The driver politely waving to Marinette.

Adrien grimacing in the background, like a child watching his parents kiss.

It had been normal the way the class wrinkled their noses as she passed them; how everyone was in their proper place when Lila began to tell the latest nonsense lie; when Adrien came right behind her and was forced to sit next to the Italian (face completely twisted in pained expression); Chloe walking to the back of the room and placing a tender kiss on Marinette's cheek before sitting next to her; the two whispering the news to each other while Adrien sent a wistful look to his friends; their kwamis together in the boy's bag (since it was the largest of the three there).

Ms. Bustier leaving and leaving them with free time to do whatever they want.

This was normal. This was the routine after Hawkmoth had given up on terrorizing Paris and returned the butterfly and peacock Miraculous. After Gabriel Agreste had been arrested.

What was not normal now was that portal opening beside Ms. Bustier's desk and five people passing by.

The whole class frozen in shock.

The first out was obviously the oldest. In his 19 years, probably.

Black hair - in the sunlight there was a bluish illumination - trapped in a bun at the top of his head, the eyes were a cold and sharp gray, his skin was a beautiful olive tone, a strong jaw and the body showed that he was very more than just physically active.

The second person to go through the portal was a girl, who was about 15/16 years old.

They couldn't see the color of her hair, as she wore a hijab, but the eyes were a vivid and bright green, her skin was paler, small face, pink lips in a cupid bow and she also seemed to exercise a lot too.

The first two seemed to be siblings and that at least one of the parents was Asian.

The third was a blonde girl. She was the same age as the first girl, not much older than 16. While she didn't seem to have a more defined body, just the fact that she wasn't touching the floor when she left the portal said a lot about her.

The blond hair - exactly the color of Chloe and Adrien's hair - was long and loose, the curls unruly. The eyes were blue, a radiant blue and not very common, the triangular face, the doll's lips.

The fourth person was actually a little boy, who must have been at most 3 years old and was in the blonde girl's arms.

His hair was black and unruly, eyes were the same bright blue as the girl, round face with rosy cheeks, pale skin and he was sucking his thumb.

The last person to pass through the portal had been a girl with a much stronger Asian heritage than the first two.

Her cherry-red dyed hair reaching her shoulders, body far more defined than the girl with the hijab - her biceps pronounced by the shirt – the eyes were amber and dangerous, thin lips, her skin was tanned from spending too much time in the sun, oval face.

They stared silently at the class as the portal closed behind them.

"Okay... Who's going to tell this to our parents?" The blonde girl asks, breaking the silence and the red-haired girl looks at her, a murderous expression on her face.

“That was your fault! You're the one to tell!” Growls.

The blonde girl looks sincerely sorry.

"How would I know this was a time machine?!"

The redhead approaches her, her fists clenched ready to pounce, but the oldest of the five holds her in place.

"Rie, Emilie, please. Now is not the time to fight." His voice comes up like a blade. Sharp. "Especially with Clark among you."

They move away from each other. Rie walks closer to the classroom door, Emilie floats toward the window. Both with serious faces.

"It's not wanting to cut your drama, but we're not alone." The hijab girl says, drawing their attention to her. “We have audience, (哥哥) gēge.” She points to the still very frozen class.

He turns, his eyes scanning the students, before locking in the back of the room. In Marinette and Chloe. His eyes close in a pained expression.

“Fuck.” Curses without shame. "Dad will kill us."

"Absolutely." She replies, not looking any little upset at the situation.

In fact, her eyes were shining. She seemed very excited about everything.

The bell rings and it seems to wake everyone up from the shock, the students frenzied.

Everyone talking at the same time, they approach; Alya with the phone in hand; Marinette talking quickly on the phone, looking worried; Chloe was looking critically at the newcomers, the familiar feeling poking at her head; Adrien looked downright in love with the little boy in Emilie's arms.

Lila was... Wanting to take advantage of the situation to do something.

Rie begins to fuss over and over with the noise of the class, the pitch of the sound seemed to be hurting Clark's sensitive ears. The situation gets worse until she screams, anger clear in her tone.

“ど け! (Doke!)” Everyone shuts up but doesn't understand what she says. "I said get away, NOW!"

They are frightened by the girl's ferocity and move away.

“Okay, now one at a time.” When everyone moves to talk together again, she raises her hand in a stop signal. "Raise your hands and I'll choose who speaks."

They quickly raise their hands, waving violently. Max was jumping in his seat.

"You." Rie points to Rose and the girl stands up happily.

"What is the name of you all?" Questions.

Rie raises an eyebrow, disbelieving that this was the most important question the girl had to ask, but said nothing. Who answers is Emilie.

"I'm Emilie, this little one is Clark, the scary one is (理 恵) Rie, the handsome guy over there is (健) Jiàn and the hijab girl is Aria-" She turns sideways to point at the girl, just to find the empty spot. “Where's Aria?” She asks the two beside her and Rie just points to the back of the room.

And they all turned just in time to see Marinette being hugged her life away by the girl.

“妈妈 (māmā) you are so cute!” Both Adrien and Chloe gasp, eyes wide. Marinette gets paler and paler.

That moment makes both Rie and Clark notice the blondes in the room and Clark begins to cry, writhing in Emilie's arms and trying to reach Adrien.

“Papa! Papa!” The little boy sniffles until Emilie releases him and lets him fly to Adrien.

The class shouts at the demonstration of power.

The blonde catches him reflexively, hugging the small body in his arms and the boy sinks, melting in the warmth. He looks shocked at Emilie, wanting an explanation and the girl just shrugs, a bland smile on her face.

"Hi Dad."

Adrien chokes, his eyes filling with water, thrilled. He smiles back in disbelief.

"Hi?"

Chloe rises from her seat indignantly.

"Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Shouts. “Why do you two get visits from your future kids, but not me?!” She stomps her foot in a tantrum.

It seemed just another bout of Chloe's futility, but Marinette - who was still being held by Aria - felt her heart ache at the hurt look on her best friend's face.

“Chlo-”

"What am I? Invisible?” Rie responds rudely. “You should recognize your children, 母 (haha).” Her cheeks were rosy despite her serious face.

Chloe is speechless before going downstairs and throwing herself into Rie's arms. She could scarcely believe that she had built a family in the future, that apparently her best friends continued together years and years into the future.

“And you must be my son!” Lila's voice cuts the happy mood. "Handsome like that, you're just like my Damian."

Chloe turns away from Rie, Marinette comes down the stairs with Aria and Adrien stays in his seat, with Clark in his lap and Emilie sitting at his desk, stroking the blond boy's hair.

The seven looks at Lila standing in front of Jiàn, who seemed disgusted with the thought of being her son.

"Yes, many say I look a lot like my father," He replies. And although the expression is not the best, his voice contains no emotion. "But I have my grandmother's eyes."

Lila seems especially excited about the boy's response.

Alya still recording everything and the class in an eternal pause.

“Oh! Now I see! You really look like my mother. She's very beautiful, looks like a model.” Lila says, glancing quickly at Alya, probably making sure the girl was recording everything.

Jiàn wrinkles his nose in disgust and turns away from the greedy hands of the Italian.

“You're not my mother.” Lila is surprised by the hatred in the boy's tone. "My mother has decency and honor, something you obviously lack."

The class seems to stop breathing.

"Oh, that hurt." Emilie muttered, chin resting on Adrien's head.

She had left Adrien's desk and was sitting at Alya's desk, which was behind the boy, so that she could hug him like a koala. Clark was dozing in his arms.

Alya snorted offended.

"Hey, this is no way to talk to her!" She moved, the phone still clenched in her fist.

"I speak the way I want." Jiàn answers. "Criminals and liars don't deserve my respect."

The class starts talking on top of each other, confused.

“What do you mean?” Alix's voice sticks out.

Jiàn tilts his head, but straightens again. An expression on his face as if he had just unraveled the mystery of the century.

"Oh, you haven't found out yet..."

"Or rather, they haven't opened their eyes yet." Aria comments.

Kim gets up, his face rock hard.

"Explain."

The newcomers exchange glances with each other. Aria raises her eyebrow, Emilie shrugs, Jiàn sighs and Rie looks at everyone.

"I think aunt Mari already told you about the sausage being a liar." She pats Chloe's arm affectionately. “Lila Rossi, in 2046, is under arrest for terrorism, extortion, sexual harassment, blackmail and best of all: murder.” Rie smiles darkly as she watches the students' pale faces.

Alya's phone recording every second of everything. Live. On Ladyblog.

Lila feels panic bubbling in her chest, her hands shaking and a sudden weakness in her legs. This could not be happening!

She glances at everyone in the class, noting the expressions between disbelief and fear, only Alya still holding the angry expression on her face.

Adrien, Chloe, and Marinette did not seem surprised by what the boy said, nor angry. She would use that to her advantage.

Lila's eyes widen in the most pitiful expression possible. The fake tears already running down her cheeks. She didn't forget to sniff before she spoke.

“Why are you guys doing this to me?” That catches everyone's attention, Kim being the first to come to the rescue. She uses the boy for support. “Is it some kind of horrible plan Marinette came up with? I know she hates me, but I didn't think she would do something so wicked to bring me down.”

Alya, Alix and Mylene are quick to reach both of them to comfort Lila. Which left Ivan, Nathaniel, Max, Rose, Juleka and Nino to defend the honor of the Italian.

“Look what you did!” The DJ pointed out. "Lila is crying because of you!"

"It had to be Chloe's daughter." Max says, adjusting his prescription glasses to his face. "Only a snake would give birth to another snake."

Emilie sighs offended, as does Aria and Jiàn.

Max barely has time to blink before feeling the sharp edge of Rie's katana in his throat. He swallows, the eyes wide.

She had left Chloe in the same spot before jumping over the tables and reaching Max. The katana that had been her belt, taking shape in her hands just in time to reach the target.

"Call my mother snake again and I'll cut your head off." She says coldly.

Nathaniel runs away, Rose and Juleka accompany him. Even Lila swallows the fake cry feeling the fear run down her spine.

"You wouldn't have the guts-" Ivan begins, but quickly shuts up when he sees Max leaning as far away from the sword as the red thread of blood trickles down his throat.

"Do you doubt...?" Rie says quietly. "Are you sure?"

Marinette reacts with that, ready to separate the girl from her classmate.

“Wait-

“Rie Tsurugi Bourgeois!” Aria calls, voice like steel. "Let him go."

Rie doesn't move, doesn't even blink.

“Now.” Aria raises her voice. Adrien and Marinette are able to see her eyes turn a radioactive shade of green (which resembles Chat Noir's eyes very much) and her round pupils narrow like those of a reptile.

Rie grits her teeth, smoke escaping between them. She squeezes the katana a little deeper into the boy's throat before moving back toward Chloe.

The blade becomes malleable in her hands and she fastens around her waist again, sparing no glance at the rest of the class. Not at all sorry.

Marinette breathes a sigh of relief, but soon becomes serious. She needed to fix that mess.

"Okay." Says it out of nowhere and catches everyone's attention. Aria once again hung around her neck. “This day was too weird in just a few minutes, so I need everyone to collaborate.”

Her gaze points mainly to Rie and Alya, who turn their head into a tantrum.

“First, I want an explanation for that.” Hands shake in the air. “What are you doing here in 2022 and who are you?”

Jiàn smiles quietly before getting serious again.

“Our names have already been said, so I'll tell you where we came from.” He takes the liberty to sit on Ms. Bustier's desk, as if he owns the place. “First, we are from the future, as you have already understood. Secondly, we are children of three students in this class.”

The young man turns to Rie, beckoning her to proceed.

"I'm Rie Tsurugi Bourgeois, I have a twin sister named Alice." She turns to Chloe. “We are your daughters with Kagami Tsurugi. I think you two became something last year, 2021, right?” And the blonde nods emphatically. "Three years from now you get married and after five years Alice and I are born."

Chloe hugs the girl, wild feelings in her chest.

“My turn!” Emilie shook herself on the table, Clark, still sleeping, shifted uncomfortably. "My name is Emilie Lois Agreste-Kent and this cute sleeping is my brother, Clark Auguste Agreste-Kent." She notices Marinette's horrified look and sighs in agreement. "I know I know. Our names are one thing... horrible, but they wanted to honor our grandparents...”

The class makes a confused sound and Nathaniel is the fastest to speak up.

“I don't understand.” The voice loud enough just for a quiet room to hear. "Adrien's mother's name is Emilie, Lois may be his mother-in-law's name and Clark the father-in-law's name..." He pauses thoughtfully. “Why Auguste? Shouldn't it be Gabriel?”

At the sound of the name, newcomers, Chloe, Marinette and even Adrien himself react negatively, leaving no doubt of the dislike of the designer.

"Because Gabriel never was and never will be a father to uncle Adrien." Aria replies.

Nino nods in agreement with the girl.

“… Ok, I understand where you come from. But who is Auguste?” He asks. “I don't remember anyone with that name Adrien commented on.”

The blonde gives a bland laugh before looking at the DJ.

"It's because I never speak his name, but you know him... the gorilla."

Nino widens his eyes at the news, but soon understanding dawns on his face. It made sense. The man cared more for Adrien than his own father, who could only look at his belly button.

"Wait!" Alya calls. “Gorilla's name is Auguste?” Adrien nods and she presses her palm over her face. “Oh my god, this is cursed! He doesn't look like an Auguste!”

Emilie releases Adrien to fly over his head.

"I know! I once told him that and he laughed at me!” Her hand movements were wild.

It makes Alya pale.

"He laughed. Adrien's bodyguard laughed. Oh my God."

Lila gets fed up with the situation and decides to return the conversation to where it mattered. She needed to know who Adrien's future wife was, just so she could make sure they never met. With Gabriel's help, of course.

He might have been arrested, but he still had... powers over Adrien.

“We already understood that part, but you never told us who your mother was.”

Emilie freezes in the air, the cheerful, happy air slipping into an empty shell. She sits back behind Adrien, her gaze hard on the Italian.

“Because I don't have a mother.” She responds and Lila had to control the happy smile that wanted to escape. “I have two dads. Adrien Agreste and Jonathan Samuel Kent.”

The air in the room becomes cold after she finishes speaking. Lila never felt as much hatred as she did then.

Adrien was hers. Just hers. Knowing he was married to a man in the future was too much for the girl.

“B-but how? I thought Adrien was straight. We all know he dated Kagami.” Mylene asks.

Adrien frowns at the girl. Not a bit happy.

"I never said I was straight or that Kagami and I were dating." His voice was dry. “Kagami and Chloe have been together since last year, Jon and I have been dating since I was fifteen. Four years ago."

Alya gives Marinette unhappy glances, as if pitying the girl for the news. But in the end, she notices that the brunette was not at all surprised or shaken.

"And about you? Who is your father?” She points to Aria, who raises an eyebrow at her. The mockery in all body expression. "We know you're Marinette's daughter because we heard you call her mother, but you didn't say who your father was."

Aria rolls her eyes and sighs, completely tired of having to deal with these people. They were very ignorant.

"Aria Dupain-Cheng Wayne-" Surprised sighs are heard.

“And Jiàn Dupain-Cheng Wayne. We are children of Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Damian Al-Ghul Wayne. There is Thomas too, but he was with Alfred and the Couffaine siblings when we... traveled back in time.” Jiàn cuts his sister, making a sardonic bow toward Alya.

Marinette was choking as she tried to hold back a scream.

Those were her children! There were three! She and Damian had been together for many, many years! Her heart was beating so fast that she feared everyone in the room would be able to hear.

“… Damian Wayne. Isn't that the name of your boyfriend, Lila?” Juleka says suddenly and everyone looks at the Italian trying to sneak out of the classroom.

She stops, knowing everyone was keeping an eye on her and turning around, her eyes full of tears.

It was time to put on a show.

"M-Marinette!" She sniffs. “How can you go so low stealing my Damiboo from me?! I thought you were better!” The hands cover her face and shoulders begin to shake, as if she’s crying.

"WHA-"

“My God, girl!” Alya shouts angrily as she approaches Lila once more. Alix, Mylene, and Kim did not move from the scene. “Stealing Lila's boyfriend? As if it wasn't enough to be an envious slut-

Jiàn turns the face so fast that Rie can hear the young man's bones crack. The face contorted into a murderous expression.

“I suggest you not finish this sentence, otherwise I will be forced to do something my parents wouldn't approve of.”

Lila pulls her hands away from her face looking at the boy in defiance.

"What? But it's true! First Adrien, now my Damiboo. Your mother is a bitc-” Before Lila could finish the sentence, Jiàn was in front of her. Alya pushed aside, along with the phone that fell to the floor.

His right hand goes straight to Lila's face, squeezing her chin as he forces her to face him. He didn't need to look at the look of horror on her face to know that anger and disgust were clear in his eyes.

“You're an unpleasant person, Lila Rossi.” He says. “Even though you know you have nowhere to run, that you only have those futile idiots to control, you still try to play the wronged good girl.”

Adrien gets up from the chair, Marinette approaches and Chloe too.

“Jiàn, I think-”

Aria puts her hand on Marinette's shoulder, drawing the girl's attention back to her. "No. He won't hurt her... physically.”

“But-” Adrien protests.

“Dad, please. In the future you regret not stopping her before. Let Jiàn do it.” Emilie says seriously. The most serious she had been until that moment.

When Marinette and Adrien steps back, the class sees this as allowing newcomers to do whatever they want, so they run to Lila's rescue. Alya quickly rising from the floor, the phone forgotten.

"Let her go now!" Kim shouts. He tries to hit Jiàn with a punch, but Rie is quick to stop him.

"And why would i do that? Ms. Volpina here, did much worse things helping Hawkmoth.” Lila widens her eyes, the panic clear in her face.

"I-I"

“What was that little fox? No more lies to tell us? Are you afraid because you can no longer use akumas to get rid of difficult situations?” The sarcasm in Jiàn's voice was clear, as was the acidity.

Everyone saw the way Lila stopped trying to defend herself and her gaze became sharp. Malicious. Jiàn took this to get away from the girl. She took the time to straighten her hair and caress her jaw before a blatant smile took over her expression.

Alya felt the ice run down her spine, discomfort rolling in her stomach. She stepped back, trying to create distance.

The class reacting precisely the same.

“Oh? Do you really think I need some old man and cursed butterflies to get what I want?” Rose choked on the way Lila spoke. “Look at what we have here. Come on, look!” She shakes her hands, signaling around them.

“I managed to fool these people for years. YEARS! No one doubting a word of what I was saying. Even with the most trusted person in the class trying to warn of my tricks, they just ignored it. They treated her like trash, they threw her into a corner... They humiliated her.” Mylene cried and Ivan tried to comfort her.

“And I didn't even have to do anything much, just say what they wanted to hear.” There was a victorious smile on the Italian's face. “Hawkmoth was just a tool. I never needed him to get where I got.” She nodded dismissively.

“So, you lied to us all this time?” Alix growls, Kim having to hold her so she doesn't hit Lila.

The Italian raised an eyebrow, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

"Alix, Alix ... You guys were so naive." Lila sighs theatrically. “I mean, dumb. Ignorant. Easy. Fools. I think you were by far the easiest people to manipulate.” She shrugs.

“You… are the worst! I don't believe-” Nathaniel stops and shakes his head violently, trying to deal with the situation.

“Ow, poor thing.” Lila sneers. “Okay, I was a little harsh with my words. It was not entirely your fault. Caline Bustier played a huge part in all this, since without her passivity, I would probably have been discovered much earlier.”

Marinette cringes at the teacher's name.

Caline had gone from being Marinette's favorite teacher to the less pleasant one. The woman's pacifism gave the brunette knots in her stomach. Each time she heard the phrase “be an example to others,” the discomfort washed over her body and all Marinette could think about was running home and sleeping for an entire week.

She knew that Lila's era of terror in her life would not have stretched so long had it not been for Caline Bustier's incompetence. Just with the teacher checking Lila's medical notes to know that everything the girl said she suffered was true would suffice. Then all the other lies would be uncovered, like a crumbling house of cards.

But she never did. Not even when Marinette explicitly expressed her concerns. When Adrien took the courage to confess that he felt bad about Lila being overly sticky. Or when Sabrina wept on the teacher's shoulder that Lila had made mean comments about her mother. And also, when Chloe denounced the Italian for homophobia.

Caline Bustier had been complacent. Never moving a finger to help students. Thus, Lila Rossi's greatest facilitator in Dupont.

“Ms. Bustier has nothing to do with it!” Juleka shouts in distress.

It was the first time they had seen her like that.

Lila rolls her eyes.

"Of course she have! Or do you really think that an adult woman with a master's degree, teacher, who deals with children and teens daily for years, would believe everything you say?” Her voice was annoying. “Please, you deify totally wrong people. Where's the critical sense? No one here can see the world without the pink lenses?!”

As soon as Lila finishes speaking, the room was silent. Rose and Juleka had twin expressions of disbelief, Alya cried silently, Nino tried to find support in Nathaniel who was unsure what to do, Kim along with Alix and Max had angry expressions on their faces, Mylene and Ivan hugged tightly to each other.

Aria with her arms around Marinette, both with expressions of pure boredom. Chloe and Rie had sat at Adrien's desk throughout the confrontation, tired of Lila's villain speech. Jian, already away from the Italian, was arms crossed and raised eyebrow. Adrien was the only one in the second group who was minimally disturbed by Lila's words. Clark slept despite all the confusion and Emilie had stolen the model's phone to play while flying around the room.

Lila had a victorious expression on her face as if the speech had solved all her problems.

Oh man. If only she knew.

"Did you get everything?" Marinette says in the silence of the class and everyone looks at her.

“What-” Lila begins.

"I'm not talking to you." The girl cuts her off, her expression disinterested and voice like steel. “I'm talking to him.” Marinette picks up the phone (which has never left her hands since newcomers showed up in the classroom) and shakes it, showing a video call in progress.

“Of course, حبيبتي (habibat).” The person in the video call answers. A youngster. "We are on our way. Don't let her run away.” The call is cut off and Marinette puts the phone in her hoodie pocket.

She stares at Lila. The cold, deadly eyes. Like a predator about to pounce.

“Of course I won't let it. Not anymore.” There was a dangerous smile on her lips. “It's my time to go after you, Li-la! Change our dynamics. Threatening me in the dark corners of the school is getting outdated, so it's time for prey to become a predator, don't you think?”

Lila senses the danger in the girl's words and steps back without thinking. She keeps a brave expression.

“And what do you think you are going to do? Tell your little friend?” She forces a mocking laugh. “Please, Dupain-Cheng. You know you can't against me. Never could.”

Aria lets go of Marinette and the girl slowly makes her way to the Italian, without breaking eye contact for a second. She was waiting for an opening to be able to make her move.

“Are you sure about that, Lila Agnola Rossi?” Lila doesn't hold her breath at the full name. “Because I have a lot of material against you. Your mother helped us a lot. A nice woman, despite working so hard. She needs to rest, don't you think?”

Marinette stops, less than a foot from the Italian, before leaning further. Warm breath hitting Lila's face with how close they were.

“And she said everything, you know? About how you lied about school being closed by akuma attacks, about being bullied and how your boyfriend Adrien Agreste-“ The boy and Emilie make sounds of disgust. "Are considering asking you to marry at graduation!"

Chloe sneers in the background. Aria, Jiàn and Rie laughing at what she said.

“When you-” Lila's lips were pale and her eyes wide.

Marinette leaps away. A smile bordering the maniac on her face.

“You don't know how surprised she was when we said the school was never closed!” She spins, arms raised to the ceiling. "Or that Adrien Agreste has a boyfriend."

“YOU DID WHAT?!” Lila shouted, advancing on Marinette, only to be held back by the hard look the girl sent toward her.

“Imagine the other surprise she had to learn that her little girl was a compulsive and abusive liar? That the only child she gave birth was lying as she breathed? Lila, Lila. Lying about Jagged was your first mistake, Prince Ali the second. The third was about Ladybug.” Marinette lifts a finger at Alya who reacted to the heroine's name. The girl stops. "Ladybug was not at all happy to hear her name was being dragged through the mud by someone as dirty as you."

Lila swallows hard.

“And sweetie? She wants you to pay. Pay for all the times you helped Hawkmoth and endangered innocent people or badmouthed her kitten.” Chloe laughs at Adrien's red face. “She's a very protective bug, you know? Revengeful too.”

"Is this a threat? Is that it? Ladybug sent you to threaten me?” Lila questions.

Marinette crosses her arms, a dark shadow taking over her blueberry eyes.

"Lila, I don't need Ladybug to take you down." She sighs bored. “Who do you think ended Gabriel Agreste?” The students are surprised. The newcomers sat watching like it was a very good movie. Adrien with the biggest smile ever.

“… You're lying!” Lila shouts. “Gabriel was caught by a… anonymous… report… you?!” The voice trailed off until all that was left was a whisper.

"Me." Marinette smiles.

There was a fire burning in Lila's eyes, her teeth showing, a growl deep in her throat.

"How could you?!" She bites. “You destroyed Adrien's life! How could you do this for the boy you love?!”

"Hey! She didn't destroy my life!” Adrien protests in the background, but no one listens to him.

“Ah, please! You're only annoyed because you learned that it was me who destroyed the collar Adrien was kept on and forced to wear. Or do you really believe we didn't know you and Gabriel had a deal about controlling Adrien?” Lila shivers as if she's been shocked. “We know everything. Everything."

“And you went there and put the only family he had in prison. Congratulations Marinette. You have reached a new low level.”

No one blinks for the next scene.

Marinette stretches her left hand straight to Lila's neck, pulling the girl closer to her.

"You don't open that dirty mouth to talk about family." She growls. “That man was nothing more than a piece of shit. Trash to be thrown away. He was never a father or a decent man. Being arrested was the easiest way out for him, because if I could have the opportunity to get my hands on him, you can be sure that today Adrien would have both parents buried.”

Her voice was piercing. Ice spread through the room. Everyone felt the honesty in the girl's words, no hesitation. Lila clamped her hands on Marinette's wrist, trying in vain to pull away.

She was beginning to be terrified of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

"Let me go." She gasped as she felt the tightness in her neck tighten.

“Adrien hasn't lost a family.” Marinette ignores the girl. Adrien puts Clark in Aria's arms before getting up. He needed to stop that.

“Just now he got one. My parents are keen to make clear what family love really means; Auguste continues to work with him even though he no longer needs it; I taught him what a toxic and abusive relationship was like, how to have siblings and people to support him; Chloe accompanied him for weekly therapy; Kagami and Luka distracted him from panic attacks; Sabrina helped him understand what sexual harassment was. We were all there when he spent weeks locked in his room crying thinking he had no one else. We introduce him to what a family is. And surprise, he's much happier now.” Marinette lets go of Lila's throat and the girl swallowed huge amounts of air.

"He's much better off living in a bakery than in a ghost-filled mansion and empty rooms with people who only knew how to exploit him."

As soon as Marinette finishes talking, Adrien hugs the girl and then the door opens.

“We're here, Minette!” Sabrina's cheerful voice tears the oppressive silence of the room. "And I brought company."

Everyone turned to look at Sabrina and found a lot more people at the door than they thought.

“Dad, Damian, Jon and Kagami have come! Lu and Bruce are there at the office talking to the Director and Ms. Rossi.”

As soon as the five enter the room, Aria rushes into Damian's arms. “بابا! (baba!) You're cuter than 妈妈 (māmā) at this age!”

“… You two are grounded.” It's the only thing Damian says, pointing to Jiàn who was approaching.

“Dad!” Emilie squeals at Jonathan, who just smiles in confusion. “Oh my god, he's so cute! Did you see, papa ?!” She yells at Adrien who hides the red face on Marinette's shoulder.

The girl laughs at him patting his back.

"マ マ (mama)." Rie says respectfully as Kagami looks at her and Chloe sitting at the table.

"... I'm feeling a headache coming." Roger mutters before putting Agent Raincomprix's face and looking at Lila. “Ms. Rossi, I need you to come with me. We have some questions to ask.”

Lila shakes her head in refusal.

"No. I have nothing to talk to you about. Nothing."

Roger sighs. “If you do not come for good, you will come for bad. I really don't want to use force with you.”

"I do not care! I won't go with you!” Lila’s voice rose two octaves. She was starting to get hysterical.

“Ms. Rossi.”

"No! I'm not—” Lila rolls her eyes closed before falling hard to the floor. Marinette stood behind her, the hand with fingers pressed together and the thumb bent. Like a knife.

She relaxes her posture and smiles innocently.

“To avoid more drama.”

Damian sighs. “حبيبتي (habibat).”

She continues to smile innocently.

First Hawkmoth, then Gabriel and now Lila. That was a great way to close a chapter in Marinette's life.

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[mallowstep]

I’m thinking about writing a short OC piece about Windclan and I’d love to see your notes about its culture and the hymns you’ve written so far, everything you’ve done for Windclan appreciation month has really inspired me :)

hello anon!

alright, first things first: please send me ur piece when ur done if you're comfortable doing so! i will publish it from you, or if you don't want to be associated with it in Any Way, i will also just read it and add it to the queue with no indication why it's there. or if you don't want me to share it at all, i'd still like to read it.

as for your ask,

hymns?

i'm working on it. however, underneath the read more, i'll include a few snippets for u.

culture

alright, i'm just going to post links with some commentary as i go. feel free to ask any more questions you have.

windclan (search) | windclan (tag) | wcam tag | five clans (narrative essays)

i would link the elders den, but there's no windclan stories in there ATM.

moving on, i'm just going to go through posts in reverse chronological order.

tallstar taking a mate admittedly, this is more about cats and sexuality than windclan, but i provide the commentary that windclan...has a particular view on sexuality and fluidity. one thing i haven't explored but should is the role visiting cats have in windclan.

whoops that's a code word, my plug for solacefruit has been activated. okay, as you may be aware, based on the fact that i have a whole tag for it, i'm obsessed with solacefruit. now, i love everything they do, but i would like to point you particularly to "make a mighty sound" for a fantastic exploration of this idea.

i don't want to spoil anything, but i do think windclan, and maybe cats as a whole, but windclan has a certain view towards relationships that very much breaks them into pieces. i'm a "love is a verb" person, so the idea that you can grow to love someone romantically by going through the actions of love makes sense. not to say you will, but you can.

(to be clear i'm not out advocating for arranged marriages just saying that they can work, they're not destined to be bad, and there's a difference between forced marriage and arranged marriage.)

anyway.

this was a lot of words to say, cats do not have a human (and particularly, western/american) understanding of relationships, which makes analyzing them in those terms difficult.

early hymn talk i'll probably say more below, but it is here.

general ibtwicm notes might get you into the headspace for some of my choices in ibtwicm.

i don't have a ton to say because this pretty much all holds, but uh, yeah.

poetry and language this isn't strictly about windclan, but it does explain some of what i think about when writing hymns.

obviously, i'm writing english translations, but these general themes are what i have in mind. it's also part of why i say i don't think i'll ever release a "full hymnal" for windclan, because i don't know if my weak worldbuilding heart could take it if i only had translations.

names part two very much not about windclan, but just some thoughts on names. as i've said before, i support all names and worldbuilding equally, but if you want my thoughts on names, go buckwild.

clan culture fic rec list just stuff i think does a good job, if you want other sources of inspiration.

general clan culture notes this is really old, but it mostly holds.

i've obviously expanded a lot on windclan since i wrote it, so shrug? idk man.

alright, i'm going to move into hymn discussion below the cut, but best of luck! and i hope u have a good time. it makes my brain shut down to read that i inspired you, straight up got brain juice pouring out of my ears, but i'm really, really happy to hear that.

windclan holds a special place in my heart. (i know my oc avatar is from skyclan shhh it's because of the backstory he sees ghosts.) but i grew up in this super sporty household as a lil asthmatic klutz, and running was a sport i couldn't mess up, so of course windclan appealed to me.

they're actually third on my list of favorite clans, but they. it's a special place in my heart that they hold, especially after reading dawn of the clans and moth flight's vision, where i got an asthmatic cat and an adhd cat, both in windclan.

god i should reread dotc it's good.

alright, here's the deal on hymns: i am not going to fight to get duets to post correctly. there's a 0% chance i can in tumblr's wonky ass new editor with no markdown, not to mention how difficult it would have been in the old editor. so i'm going to talk a lil about what i've got, and post some stanzas that i think don't get explored a lot in ibtwicm.

we're discussing these in the order that they go in. a reminder that these are all sections of one epic poem. that said, i don't know where the gaps are. like, i don't know what's between these, if that makes sense.

the wind

the wind, the very first hymn. this is an ode to, well, windclan. it's a song about everything that makes them them. it's filled with poetry about the wind, about the seasons, and it's just...well, it's a bit of a genesis, in a way.

The wind — like the rain, like the river — calls the name of each star in its breath. The wind — like the earth, like the stone — anchors us to our home. The wind — like the sun, like the sky — is knowable only by name.

i wanted to share this stanza because the last line doesn't show up in ibtwicm (at least so far, i cut the reference), and it really, really, makes a difference imo.

anyway, windclan is basically tying the wind in with every other fundamental part of their life here.

they are the wind, and that's that.

the hare

okay, this one has a line that comes up a lot in ch1, but i already talked about that, so instead, i'm going to talk about this stanza

Speak of the earth and the dens, and you will be answered: By the call of the howling gales, the open earth singing in response. But speak of that which grows above, of the grass and field, And you will be answered by the softness of the buds and the roots.

okay, we get deadfoot thinking about this when he's talking to yellowfang.

i like this stanza because it really tells us what the hare is about. now, hares are not something windclan catches. hares are huge, y'all, there's no way they take one down. i take liberties with ecology, but not that many.

(i.e., a team of cats definitely could take one down, but i know too much, and would prefer letting team hunting stay a plot thing, and not fundamentally alter the environment in the way it would.)

now anyway, all of these hymns come from the time of the tunnelers. and the point of this is, even though the work of tunnelers and moor runners is disconnected, they fundamentally affect each other.

a moor runner must trust the hollows of the earth beneath them won't collapse, and a tunneler must trust that the prey they chase up will be caught.

it's all very symbiotic and is, well, in a way, a love poem. plus i really like the line "the open earth singing in response"

of the warrens

so this has one line, one you might not even know is a hymn, in ch1, but i'll share the whole stanza.

And as for the subject of fallow fields: Fallowed fields make for hungry prey, Yet hungry prey makes desperate rabbits, Who leap into our claws.

and ig my big point is, the hymns are a cultural artifact. just like many of the rules in the old testament have to do with hygiene things being codified into religion, this whole hymn is about hunting advice.

the moon on the river

okay, out of all the hymns, this is the most complete, and because ashfoot and deadfoot sing it together, and deadfoot discusses it, i only have one stanza to share.

Under the coldness, you shine back at me, And I do everything to keep the clouds from threatening you.

now, this poem is about love, grief, and being separated. it's a particular kind of grief, and windclan discourages grief, so this is one of only a few ways to really, fully express it.

and this section, in particular, is about love in times of hardship.

i don't have. a lot to say here. but the way hardship changes how you love someone can be particular and intense.

(temporarily, this happens sometime before "Spare for my chosen few / All I have is given towards the distant ground.")

the gorse in the wind

oh shit! i have so fucking much to say okay first.

the series title does not come from this hymn.

second, this is a challenging hymn okay. fuck. i have so much to say. where to start so! moors are actually relatively wet. think british countryside, not, like, a cool desert.

this is something i always knew? i read the secret garden a lot as a kid. but. i've seen stuff about moors being dry, and it's just one of those things that really...starts to eat under your skin. anyway.

okay, so. gorse is a dry plant. it does not like rain. it grows in sandy soil, etc etc, and yet. aside from everything we know about gorse and warriors, it also grows in this moor. because i say so.

okay, so. so so so. the lines quotes here are really deceptive, and i bet no one understood why, and that makes me just a little sad, but i couldn't find a good way to explain it in text, so uh, yeah, anyway. there's an exchange between ashfoot and deadfoot: "THE GORSE: You called me the heather and I grew stronger. / THE WIND: I called you the heather and brought rain for you to grow."

so...so do you see? do you see the point? it's about communication, needs, challenging each other. fadskj;l i love this. okay, so. the point is that heather is fragile, soft, pretty, and gorse is the opposite. the part of the wind is trying to be kind and complimentary, but the gorse is saying, fuck that, you are not being kind to me by undercutting my strength.

anyway, this passage is sung by the gorse:

In what good company have I set down roots, That even through snow fall I flower. You called me the heather and yet I've weathered, Far more than your sweet-named love.

so uh, yeah, this adds context. gorse! gorse is a hardy plant that continues to flower basically all season round. it's cool. it's cool. gorse is super cool. fuuuck y'all it's such a small thing and i've contained talking about it until now, but now it's too much. the floodgates are open, and i thought about this small detail too much.

okay. deep breath. gorse is a really easy plant to grow, but it's still adapted for dry environments. so the "even through snow fall I flower" part is a little tongue in cheek: gorse itself will flower in the cold, but snow is a type of precipitation, which as we've covered, is not gorse friendly.

then we have some rhyming and puns in the next line, and finally, "yet I've weathered, / Far more than your sweet-named love." like. yes. love as a form of softness is not necessarily helpful.

i mean, consider the damaging "soft trans boi" problem. same energy.

right. okay. so we've got all that? now if you remember, this is sung when deadfoot thinks ashpaw doesn't respect him, and ashpaw says she'll sing with him if she can sing the gorse, so in essence, she's telling him...not to back off, per se, but that...she is the "hard part" of the relationship. like, okay, i refuse to even bring up gender roles in human relationships, but uh, her point is very much, "i am the gorse, and you are the wind," and it's a very monumental moment.

it's anchored, i believe, in the other scenes, but this is a small thing that matters a lot to me.

like a lot.

okay, now that i've talked about like four lines for the length of this entire post, moving on.

the heather and earth

okay, this is the last hymn i have in concrete terms, and i cut a bit of it from the latest chapter, so yeah. it's also, uh, okay everything i have for it is only a line or two, but i wanted to share this closing line (sung together):

Sing a song of forgiveness, of growing together, and we will make madness, And madness from hence will everything beautiful grow.

and i just like these lines. they got cut, it was initially part of an exchange between ashfoot and deadfoot, but i can't share the part of it they talk about, because i'm reusing it for a later chapter and i'll 100% spoil shit if i try to talk about it.

but these lines? mmm they speak to me.

i don't have a ton to say about them, but i just. i like it.

if we apply the same ecology discussion from the gorse and the wind, we see heather is a plant that grows in acidic, infertile soil, and heath (which is not the same as a heather, but also kind of is) is a defining quality of heathland, which is...i'm not kidding, it's hot discourse about the difference between moorland and heathland.

i'm not getting involved, but my point is, if the gorse in the wind is a hymn about finding a working relationship, about mutual respect, etc., then the heather and earth is a hymn about working well together in a terrible situation.

god.

uh, wow! can you tell i like plants? because while parts of my ecology are dubious (see: everything regarding the rabbits in ch1), the plants part are well thought out. this shit is carefully detailed metaphor.

and that's why i won't be releasing a full hymnal. it's hard to as on top of this as i want to be. i'm not kidding, writing even four lines of a hymn usually takes me about twenty minutes, because i pull up a lot of research about how things work, how they interact with each other, etc., and then there's wordsmithing, cat worldview filter, etc.

but i hope this overview of what i've got is a good insight into my general thoughts. and i will eventually release more and more of the hymns i've got written.

#ask #anon #mine #txt #windclan #wcam #essay #long #warriors #warriors worldbuilding #windclan hymn project #mateo fanboying over solacefruit again

[bucksbisexual]

i’m a bit late to this but thank u @gaysarawat for tagging me in this!!!

list which 5 shows make you feel better then tag 10 other blogs.

spoiler alert: i’m not good with words shkfjshf don’t expect much from me pls. also, these are in no order, just how they come to my head

1. let me just start with my comfort drama, 2gether the series. this drama is so.. good? like i personally really liked watching tine falling in love with sarawat while watching sarawat fall in love with tine outside the bubble he created in his head about him. i love how pure their love is and, even with its flaws sometimes *ehem* the season finale handshake *ehem*, how they show it to each other in various ways. the side couples are good as well (even if it took me the existence of s2g for me to like milphukong) and so are the other characters. i hold this drama close to my heart and will always treasure it <3

2. next up is *drum roll* brooklyn nine nine!!! i rarely talk about it other than when it’s airing but this show is soooo good. i’ve been watching it for a few years (with a few hiatus in between because a bitch is dumb and forgot to keep watching... for months at a time) and half rewatched it half finished watching it to catch up before season 7 came out and let me tell you, the way this show has my heart????? god i love it i literally sobbed while watching the season 7 finale because my parents have a son now!!!!!!!! ah anyways, even though it’s a sitcom and sitcoms have like.... faint plots, i really like how it’s going for each character and i’m so excited to watch season 8 (for what i’m hoping it’ll be) next year!!!!

3. i had to think about this a bit but i think i’m gonna go with dark blue kiss! this drama was honestly a ride but seeing a grown up petekao and the idiots squad going through life was truly the highlight of it. after rahul’s post, i don’t think i can say anything close to the beautiful words he used hhhh but i’ll try and make sense sjfhs what i really like about this drama is how it’s a tad bit more mature than you’d usually expect from a bl? the side couple is definitely more mature since sun is like.. Years older than mork and shit sjfhks but yeah, u can see it in how it handled certain things that maybe other bls haven’t really touched on ((and i get that bls are like.. supposedly feel good content for (non) lgbt audiences but ignoring those does Not make us feel good... <3)) and i especially love the ending!! the last episode really highlights the character development from everyone during the whole series and i think there couldn’t have been a better one :-)

4. okay this might come as a shock to some but next is the untamed!! basically the drama that made me come back to tumblr sjfhksfj i’m so attached to drama i’ve rewatched it once *holt’s voice* AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN. no but really, i really want to rewatch and i would if the whole rip lotus pier arc didn’t make me want to punch jiang cheng’s ass Badly,,,, but other than that, what an amazing drama holy Fuck. the characters....... such complex characters and so many smartasses together. i fucking Love it. i especially love how the directors of the drama said “okay how gay can we make this without getting the attention of the government” ksjfjsfh but yeh . this drama makes me Feel things so it of course had to be here

5. and last but not least (and probably the hardest to choose because why did u just give me 5 op smh), theory of love!! now, does the power of this drama towards my person have something to do with me being whipped for half of the cast? of course yes. but cast aside, the story was really good!! and as someone who, at the time of watching, hadn’t really seen many non-engineers bls, this was truly a breath of fresh air. i love how, even though it’s the clear best friends to lovers, they added the one sided crush at the start and lots of angst in the middle to make it extra ✨🌶spicy🌶✨ and break our hearts even more :-))) also, something that i found really interesting was the fact the side couples were not in the book??? so someone in that writing room thought bone being into his teacher was okay.... lmao chile angays untwo! underappreciated couple and underappreaciated characters. two?? a literal sweetheart. un??? the man’s just vibing and hoping for two to stop hating him for no reason skjfhksj but oh well they ended up together so . win for the bisexuals ! khai and third Hurt and they (well, third) went through it all, but now tHEYRE ENGAGED BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay that’s all sfhksjfhf this was really fun!! and it made me truly think why i love these shows and try and express it so !! great hehe

i’m now tagging @calaveritaenby @wjmild @wavelovespang @ppkrits @asianmelodrama @pangwave @class2clown @toptaps @brightwin and @midyears !! if u guys have done it or don’t want to do it u can ignore this 👉🏻👈🏻

#game #tag game #long post #2gether #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #dark blue kiss #the untamed #theory of love

[lovelyladyventress]

Tell me which one of these AUs sounds the most interesting and which one you’d like to read more about? (uhh rep0st?)

I’m reposting this since TUMBLR HATES MY POST/TAGS OR SOMETHING, SORRY IF YOU’VE ALREADY SEEN THIS!

Here I am, back at it again with my AU bullshit. Complete with my ugly ass dauntingly long list of AUs that I’d love to write about but can’t seem to 

decide which one to start writing. This has been going on for the past week, dammit! If it’s not too much trouble, could you please help a girl out and let me know either on here or in a PM which one of these you’re curious about or would like to see implemented in an actual story.

Here are four Cloud-centric AU ideas which include (multiple) gay, bi, and (some) straight main/side pairings. Regardless of which one I decide to write first, I (wistful thinking) want to eventually complete most or all of them, even if some of them only end up being one-shots. Thank you! <3

Mercenary Zack and Delivery Boy Cloud AU

Zack, a mercenary, and Cloud, a delivery boy, have been best friends since they were youngsters. Zack is straight but is undeniably (and confusingly into Cloud. Cloud is bi (with a strong leaning towards males) and he’s only recently started to explore that. One day, while Zack and Cloud are hanging out, Zack’s PHS dies and he asks to borrow Cloud’s laptop to check some work-related emails. Cloud says sure, completely forgetting what he’d been “researching” before Zack came over to hang out.

Cloud, suddenly remembering the content of said “research”, screeches out, “NoOoOoO!” whilst comically tripping over himself as he races to stop Zack from opening his laptop.

Zack, being Zack, laughs good-naturedly at Cloud’s behavior and says, “What, don’t want your bestie to see all your fReAkY sHiT LOL?”

Before Cloud can stop him, Zack unlocks the laptop (he knows the password, because, hello, besties) and proceeds to open up about ten tabs of LOUD GAY LEMONY YOU KNOW WHAT (all with actors that are blond and black-haired, hmm s u s p i c i o u s).

Cloud is fucking mortified and literally RUNS out of his own apartment and disappears (disintegrates) into the void while leaving Zack sitting there like a stunned D U M B A S S *insert shocked Pikachu meme here* Hilarity, fluffy romance, and “LeMoNs” ensue.

Main ship and only ship will be Clack/Zakkura. Syrupy sweet, comical, with only a pinch of plot-related angst. Will most likely be a one-shot/two-shot.

Vampire Slayer AU

Set in a world where Shinra keeps the existence of vampires and vampire covens a well-guarded secret from the general public of Midgar in order to keep its citizens calm, orderly, and manageable (see controllable).

Due to the frequency of recent vampire attacks in Midgar’s slums and outlying towns and villages, they charge their best slayer, Cloud Strife, and his partner with the task of finding and killing the progenitor of all vampire-kind in order to end the covert war between humans and vampires and kill off their kind, for good.

That is, until Cloud is double-crossed by his partner, who wants the title of Shinra’s best vampire slayer for himself, and Cloud is left for dead in a forest miles away from civilization. Cloud thinks he’s finally done for this time, until he’s saved by a half-vampire named Vincent, who then proceeds to take Cloud to his maker, Sephiroth, the son of the first progenitor.

Cloud’s only shot at making it out of this alive is playing at Sephiroth’s personal interest in him in a game of cat and mouse until he can get the vampire to trust him enough to let him get close to the progenitor in order to (finally) end the war once and for all and return to his former life.

Main ships are Sefikura with a possibility of some Strifentine. Side ships are Aerti, Scarlet x Elena, and a bunch of others. Angsty, passionate, romantic, and dark. Will probably be a six-shot or more. Who knows?

Life After Meteorfall Canon Divergence AU (I’m excited about this one)

An AU in which both Angeal, Zack, and Aerith (although, just barely) live and help kick Sephiroth’s ass in the final battle. Sephiroth has been defeated by the gang for good (no really, for good y’all), and now the world has turned to healing, mourning, and attempting to rebuild itself after the scars Sephiroth has left behind in his monstrous wake.

Cloud still has lingering feelings for Zack leftover from his time as an infantryman, but desperately hides this fact from both Aerith and Zack because he knows how long they’ve waited and how much suffering they’ve had to endure in order to be with each other. He also cares deeply for both of them and wants them to be happy, despite his own conflicting emotions.

Although Aerith is (slightly) suspicious, Zack is oblivious to it all because he’s finally got the girl of his dreams and has his love-addled goggles on (god dammit Zackary) and asks Cloud to be his best man at their wedding (ugh angst me upppppp baby).

Angeal, however, is not oblivious to it in the slightest. He sees the overly forced smiles, the longing stares, the glances of complete and utter h e a r t b r e a k Cloud shoots Zack when he thinks no one is watching/paying attention to him. And finally, fed up after months of sitting back and just silently observing Cloud falling into emotional ruin, Angeal finally intends to do something about it, honor be damned.

Main ship is Cloudgeal. Side pairings are Zerith, Rude x Tifa (don’t judge me, y’all, I ship SO MUCH this fandom), and possibly many more. Angsty, fluffy, romantic, and with a ridiculously happy ending where everyone reaches a happy, healthy understanding. Will most likely be either a three-shot or a six-shot.

Omegaverse SOLDIER AU (let me liveeeeeee, dammit!)

After failing to get into SOLDIER three times in a row (the max amount of times one can attempt in their lifetime) and having his childhood dream of becoming a hero shattered like glass, Cloud, a Beta cadet, is more than done with SOLDIER and everything to do with the corrupt Shinra Corporation (Uh huh. Suuuuure).

This opinion is only further solidified when Cloud discovers the tragic fate of his hometown: Nibelheim, in an “unprecedented” explosion of its Mako Reactor, burns to the ground, resulting in the deaths of Cloud’s mother and every single person Cloud grew up with. With no home to return to, Cloud, following his best friend Zack Fair’s advice, begrudgingly decides to join the Shinra military as an infantryman and work as a menial grunt for the military’s more prominent SOLDIER members.

That is, until one day during a mission Cloud’s entire unit, including a group of skilled Third and Second Class SOLDIERS assisting them, are slaughtered in a brutal, bloody conflict, leaving Cloud the only one left alive after the mission’s end.

This not only catches the eye of the Director of SOLDIER himself, but several of its First Class members, who are so impressed with the Beta’s strength that they wish to assess Cloud’s capabilities for themselves, personally. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

This leads Cloud down a path filled with convincing lies and hard truths as he discovers the reality of his origins, unveiling secrets about Shinra and his past that he could have gone a lifetime without knowing. He realizes the hard way that sometimes what you dream for, what you desperately wish for, isn’t always something you want in the long run.

Main ships are a tie between Sefikura and Clack/Zakkura (possibly Sephiroth/Cloud/Zack or maybe even a love triangle, ew). I also really wanna try writing out Strifesodos, but I’m leaning towards Banorashipping as a side ship in this cuz its cute and passionate.

A S T R O N G side ship in this is going to be Aerti (featuring Turk!Tifa and Full Cetra!Aerith), along with minor ships like Scarlet x Elena, Tseng x Rufus, and honestly who  knows anymore, lol. This will most likely be the longest story on the list, I’m planning for at least ten+ chapters.

Also, not shaming it in any way, but just FYI for the people who are interested, there will be no pregnancy in this story. It’s just not my thing. <3

Again, all of these AU’s are subject to change, but I’d love to bounce ideas back and forth and see what certain shippers would like to see in the fandom. I’m really receptive to discussing fics in general, even if its an idea about one of your own stories you wanna talk about. :)

If you actually read all of that, THANK YOU KINDLY! <33333

#Sefikura #SephCloud #Clack #Zakkura #Cloudgeal #i'm seriously so angry about this tagging thing #WHY IS IT NOT WORKING #*SCREAMS* #IM JUST TRYNA LIVE DAMMIT #why did this post disappear #I THINKS ITS BECAUSE OF CERTAIN KEYWORDS #this is a travesty #I NEED ANSWERS #the text is wonky too #UGHHHHHH

[isighost]

tw for cursing, suicide mention, death, all caps

ok i just watched a song from vylet pony and holyyyy shit it just made me wish i was in the early 2010s internet culture, specifically on tumblr.

like it all looks so aesthetically pleasing and it sounds so fucking coollll

and it’s convinced me enough to make another blog the other one was made cuz i called the trans suicide hotline and the person on the phone was like “u should go on tumblr, u’ll find black queer people there”.

thing is the only thing i uploaded was a rant(more like a heavy vent honestly) and this one post that said “plz spare poc non-binary friends”

and i’m still going through the whole “learning to get friends more than want them”

BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT

i didn’t get to experience that period of the internet cuz i was p young(i was born in the kinda late 2000s) but i was also terrified of the internet

my first experience of the world wide web was a youtube video of that one disney hansel and gretel thing that was with mickey and minnie instead and HOLY SHIT did that scare me

the second was a vid on youtube of boots from dora the explorer dying from falling off a branch and dora crying about it

the third was when me and my sibs got a kindle fire for christmas(?) and we basically had free will with it for a while.

i got this minecraft rip off that was basically a gun game that i should had not been playing(god my english is actually bad anyways-).

and we had youtube.

me and my siblings would stay up till late night watching elsa x jack frost videos or elsa roleplays(with dolls) or something without even comprehending what was going on. just click click click

and every now and again we’d see a video of pinkie pie killing rainbow dash or all of the mlp characters dying in the hands of discord in a vid named “the end of mlp”

and shit that gave me nightmares dude

plus the internet was so big. my little 7 year old ass couldn’t handle it. and shock humor existed, and that scared me too. so now one of the major feelings i have of those times is just fear.

i could try to experience it now but like my mum doesn’t like the style at all and won’t let me wear any scene shit plus i’m moving to rwanda so i can’t buy a rainbow dash plushie. my fluffy kids go first.

honestly i’m just making excuses at this point

[mrsren]

want to start writing fic but nervous about it.. advice?

This has been in my inbox for a hot minute because a) I am a terrible person and b) I thought about it a lot. So, here are the things I wish I knew and/or had truly taken to heart when I started in 2017. Got kinda long and preachy so under the cut, you can see my ramblings. 

Write for yourself. I know that this is easier said than done, but it’s the one thing that is the most true to me. If you’re not enjoying it, how can anyone else? And on the flip side, if everyone else is enjoying it, but you’re now, what’s the point? 

Community vs Conflict. As I consider myself heavily narcissistic, I try to curb this and it’s sometimes a struggle for me, even now. Fandom isn’t about one upping anyone else. It isn’t about being better, and the stats of another author in comparison to your own shouldn’t be the hill you die on. You are unique. You have a story to tell that no one else can (even if you’re taking a trope that’s been done hundreds of times) As a newbie writer, I had adopted a fear that it was me against anyone else, but that’s not how it is. We have an opportunity to build each other up, and I have no idea why that wouldn’t be the case every time. 

Alphas and Betas are your friends. It may take a few times to find a good fit, or maybe even more than that. However, they can help you improve and polish your story. And, they can help you grow as a writers, and you might just find a wonderful friend in the process too. 

Post Once Completed vs Posting While Writing. Unfortunately, you have to decide this for yourself. Everyone is different. I flip back and forth. You may like to complete a fic before posting. You may enjoy the thrill of flying by the seat of your pants. Neither way is wrong, and your writing process is your own. 

Writing Process. Fanfic is not your job (unless it is, because slide into my DM’s) and the reason I bring this up is that it should never bring your stress. It’s meant to be fun, and as a writer who has recently detached herself from fanfic, I can see how heavily I let it weigh on my self worth. So, be kind to yourself. You don’t start out (usually) by writing epic length fics, and that’s okay. A higher word count doesn’t mean a better story. You will find your stride, and if you’re looking for guidance, there are several Facebook groups, Discord serves, and members of fandom here on Tumblr to help. 

Trolls. I would like to tell you that you will never run into one, but I can’t. What I can tell you is advice that I’ve been given (that I don’t necessarily always listen to, but should) DON’T FEED THE TROLLS. Don’t post reviews. Don’t comment back. Don’t share on your social media. They’re looking for a reaction. Don’t let them have it. Fuck ‘em. 

State of Mind. You’re going to be nervous, but that just means you’re about to do something brave. To quote Ginny Weasley,  “The thing about growing up with Fred and George, is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.” I think of this quote often, and have since the start. 

Don’t Give Up. You may hit your stride on your first fic. Your first story may be the one that earns hundreds of reviews, and if it is, k u d o s. If it’s not the case, still k u d o s, because you’re doing the fucking thing. I am told by close friends that I am a popular author. Logically, I see my followers and know that on some level, this is probably true but I still struggle believing it. That doesn’t matter. I’m babbling, but this is what I want to say. 

Your first fic may not be your most popular. Maybe it won’t be your second or your third, but what should matter most is how you feel about them. You’re growing with every sentence, ever story you close. It’s easy to stop. I know. But if you enjoy it, you shouldn’t. Because that should be what this is all about. 

I sound preachy, and awkward, so I’m sorry for that. I hope that you’ve gotten words to the page, anon. And if you haven’t yet, I wish you all of the luck to do exactly that. 

#ask #advice #Anonymous

[clumsyclifford]

you’re the photographer who’s been camped in front of my penthouse apartment for two weeks and i finally got lonely enough to come downstairs and share my leftovers with you” au or the child star one please i am begging you -it’s me rye rye rye your boat

ok im working on the child star thing but its gonna end up being much longer so heres this which honestly also ran away from me let’s see if tumblr will even let it all post it’s almost 2k ENJOY thank u for the prompt ily

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The first day, Calum glances out the window and sees a whole host of paps on his front step and thinks, good thing I did the shopping yesterday.

The third day, most of them have gone except a few stragglers. Calum is determined to wait them out.

The sixth day, Calum is starting to run low on milk, and there's only one person left out there. He’s properly set up camp, actually, in a beat-up Volkswagen that makes Calum chuckle, then catch himself for chuckling because this man is for all intents and purposes his mortal enemy. Calum finds it strange that someone with such brightly colored hair and (squinting, he thinks he can make out) tattoos would be a paparazzi. He looks more like a punk groupie than a photographer, but to each their own, Calum supposes. He's tempted to make a break for it, or maybe sneak out in a cap and sunglasses, but leaving the apartment at all will get him photographed, and sue him, he’d like to be left alone. This is, like, the only month he gets to himself before training starts up again. He intends to take full advantage of it. Total invisibility.

Which would be a lot easier if this fucking pap wasn’t dead set on snapping his photo. Calum sees him turn the lens of the camera towards Calum’s front window, and he hastily moves out of sight.

The tenth day, Calum calls Luke.

“What?” Luke asks.

“‘Hey, Cal, nice to hear from you,’” Calum says. “Thanks, Lukey, right back at you.”

“I thought you were doing radio silence for a month,” Luke says. “Like, keeping your head down.”

“I am,” Calum says, exasperated. “There’s just one guy who’s been camped out in front of my building for, like, almost two weeks.”

“So what? Just go past him. He’s just one guy,” Luke says. Calum envies Luke. It must be nice to not care what the press thinks. Not that Calum cares, exactly; he just hates that they’re so insistent on being invasive. Calum’s not supposed to be a public figure, he’s supposed to be a symbol of Aussie pride. He plays soccer, that’s all. Nothing to be excited about.

“No,” Calum says. He’s not sure where this dogged determination is coming from, but he knows he would rather die than acknowledge the paparazzi out in front of his building. He’s got a right to his privacy, damn it. “Look, it’s a whole thing, I don’t want to get into it. But, uh, I’m sort of short on a few groceries. D’you mind…”

Luke heaves an exhausted sigh that Calum recognizes well. He calls it the fucking hell Calum the things I do for you sigh. Sounds similar to the fucking hell Ashton the things I do for you sigh, but less horny.

“Fine,” he says. “Send me a list.”

Luke gets photographed on his way both up and down the building. Calum watches the one stubborn pap take his picture, look at it on the camera screen, and slump over as if thoroughly drained.

Well. That’s his problem. 

After two weeks, Calum caves.

He’s been subtly watching the pap out the window, and every day he looks a little worse for wear. Not that Calum can see him very well, but he can tell in the set of his shoulders, the way he leans against the steering wheel of his car or slouches against the driver’s window. Calum hasn’t been consistently staring, but he’s pretty sure this guy hasn’t even left. How is he eating? Is he eating? UberEats, maybe? Calum shudders to imagine living off of delivery Maccas. Here he is, eating home-cooked food, and this poor pap has been sitting out there, probably wishing he could go home and make some pasta.

For the first time in his recorded life, Calum takes pity on the paparazzi.

He cobbles together some leftovers from the past few nights — homemade pizza, a bean dish he’d got off the internet that hadn’t been half bad, and some spaghetti bolognese. He heats it all up and then takes the elevator down to the lobby.

Calum has genuinely not left his apartment in two entire weeks, so the greying evening takes him aback, but not nearly as much as when he makes eye contact with the blue-haired pap and the guy doesn’t instantly take his picture. Also, Calum thinks, despite his best efforts not to acknowledge it, he has to admit this is the most attractive paparazzi he’s ever met, and easily the most laid-back. Is that an eyebrow piercing? Fucking hell.

The pap rolls down his window. “Uh, hi?”

Calum starts to feel a bit silly, but whatever, he’s already here. “Hi,” he says. “Uh, you’ve just — you’ve been camped out here awhile, and I thought…maybe you’d want some real food? Not just, like, UberEats?”

The blue-haired pap looks suspicious. “Is this a bribe?”

“No, I wish,” Calum says, laughing a little. “If anything, this feels like feeding a kitten to encourage it to stay. I’d love for you to leave, but if you’re not going to, the least I can do is make sure you’re eating well.”

“I’ll leave,” the blue-haired guy says, surprising Calum. “I — I’ve wanted to leave since I got here. I’m sorry. You don’t have to feed me —”

“I insist,” Calum says, because he’s already gone through the trouble of heating it up, and he has a fork and everything. God, he’s going to regret this, he thinks, before adding: “Unlock the door? I’ll sit with you.”

The blue-haired guy looks positively dumbstruck. “Um,” he says. “You don’t have to.”

“Believe me, I know,” Calum says. “You just look like you could use the company. And, to be honest, so could I. What’s your name?”

“Michael,” blue-haired guy says, smiling gratefully with just a touch of apprehension. “Alright, if you say so.”

He hits a button, and Calum comes around to the passenger side and climbs into the car. It occurs to him that Michael could easily kidnap him right now. Calum’s entirely defenceless, and has just willingly gotten into a car with him.

(But Michael doesn’t look that strong, and Calum’s an athlete, for god’s sake. He could take him.)

“Here,” Calum says when he’s settled, offering up the food. “It’s all warm and everything.” He hesitates as Michael takes the tupperwares and cracks one open. “You — you said you wanted to leave? Why haven’t you?”

Michael already has a mouthful of spaghetti, so he covers his mouth with his hand and swallows before speaking. Calum tracks the way his Adam's apple moves, then mentally slaps himself for doing that.

“‘S my job,” Michael says. “Not because I like it. It just, it pays well enough, and…it’s not like I have anything better to do with my time. I’m usually not invasive like this, I swear. I try to keep at the back, I just get some blurry photos and people pay me for them, nobody usually cares. But my boss was, like, crazy about this. He kept pushing to get exclusive photos, and then when he heard you had a month off, he told me to stake you out like my life depended on it.” Michael looks incredibly sheepish, hanging his head. “Sorry, mate. I thought I could just get a few pictures on the first day and be done with it, and then when you didn’t come out, I tried to tell my boss you’d holed up. But he wasn’t having it. Told me to stick it out.”

“Christ,” Calum says, aghast. “Your boss sounds like a real dick.”

“He is,” Michael says agreeably. “But, you know. I need the money, so.”

Calum likes how honest Michael is. It’s refreshing. People tend to lie to him a lot, especially in regards to his job, which he’s usually very good at, but gets told he’s good at even when he’s not. Michael’s forthright, though. Calum appreciates it about him.

“Well,” he says obligingly, “take a few photos now and take them back to your boss. Can even say you got an exclusive interview if that wins you any points.”

Michael raises his eyebrows. “I didn’t.”

“Fine,” Calum says. “Ask me a question. Wait.” He pulls his phone out and opens up the voice memo app. Hits record. “Alright, ask me a question.”

Michael looks amused. “Okay, but you’re not going to like this question very much.” Calum gestures for him to go on. “Okay. Um, what exactly are you famous for?”

Calum stares at him and then bursts out laughing.

Once he’s calmed down, he manages, “I never thought I’d say this, but I am absolutely delighted to have met you, Michael. I’m the center forward for Socceroos.”

“Oh,” Michael says, grinning. “Explains why I don’t know you, then. I’m not really a sports guy.”

“Yeah? What kind of guy are you?”

Michael shrugs. “Music, really. Part of why I ended up in this line of work.”

So Calum’s initial instinct had been correct. He’s weirdly proud to know that.

“Well, Calum Hood,” Michael says, and Calum likes how his name sounds in an unfamiliar voice, saying it because it’s what he’s called, not because it’s some big name to throw around, “what’s your favorite color?”

“Blue,” Calum says.

“How many years have you played soccer?”

“Most of them. Boring question, been asked that a million times,” Calum answers. “Come on, be creative.”

Michael arches his eyebrow, like he’s ready for the challenge. “Alright then. Worst drink you ever had?”

“Any time I have to drink beer in America, it’s a dark day,” Calum says. American beer is awful, and he will die on that hill.

“Favorite song at the moment?”

“‘Monsters’ by All Time Low.” Michael hums appreciatively.

“Good taste. Favorite article of clothing you own?”

Calum glances down at himself. “Probably this sweatshirt,” he admits, because he’s pretty sure at this point the sweatshirt is legally part of his body. Has he even taken it off in two weeks? Hard to say.

“Uh, worst way you’ve ever tried to pick someone up?”

Calum really only thinks for a moment before diving headfirst. “Well, once there was this pap who sat outside my building for two weeks, so I brought him my leftovers because I felt badly, but then he turned out to be fairly interesting and very attractive, so.”

Michael turns pink. He grabs Calum’s phone and turns off the recording.

“You’re not picking me up,” Michael says. “You can’t. This is my car.”

Calum laughs. He likes Michael. “Humor me,” he says. “You can say no. I’ll still let you have the pictures and everything, I’m not a total dickhead.”

“I didn’t say no,” Michael says. He lifts up his camera. “Smile.”

Calum makes his most serious face at the camera and listens for the click. He makes another face, and the camera clicks again. Then again, and once more.

“Alright,” Michael says. “That’s my job done. I’m officially off the clock. You were asking me something, I think?”

“You’re a shit,” Calum says. “I might take it back.”

Michael grins. “You will not.”

No, he won’t. “Fine,” he says. “Dinner? Or, uh, ice cream? You’ve sort of just eaten.”

“Won’t say no to ice cream,” Michael says. He looks over at Calum and smirks. “Imagine if this is the ‘how I met your father’ story.”

It’s an extremely forward thing to say, Calum’s too busy laughing to call him out on it.

#malum #god having to re-italicize everythign when i post it on tumblr is such a hassle #should i have an anon tag for you??? #sure wtf why not #rye anon #cw for me having no idea how the world works #entirely ignoring the way paparazzi function in the world #please suspend disbelief for maximum enjoyment of this fic #god this is long i hsould just put it straight on ao3 #this is pretty silly to be honest #i made it malum bc i felt a loyalty to malum but i couldve honestly just left it at calum and michael becoming bros #fic #my fic #luke is another member of the team maybe? and so is ashton? maybe? #it's not made clear at all because i am a bad worldbuilder #that's life!! #Anonymous #ask #answered #5sos

[indigopurple]

Basically a review of OP episode 503 ig

Currently rewatching post-war arc (in the dub so I don't have any screenshots for u guys sry) and theres a few things id like to point out.

During a conversation Dadan once had with Garp, they were talking about Roger. Garp said that even if they were facing powerful enemies, he would never run away because he wouldnt dare leaving his comrads behind; it wasnt an option for him. Obviously we see this in Ace. But ALSO, isnt this what he did with Katakuri? It was a little different cuz of the setting mostly, but he separated himself from his crew to fight off katakuri, and lied to them about being okay so they didn't worry (he was already getting his ass kicked by then, so he just made that stupid smile and told them not to worry (or smth like that, I can remember the exact line) (that smile was so gross and fake cuz he fucking sucks at lying). Also he said roger destroyed a buncha soldiers cuz they mouthed off his men. That's what Ace tried to do but instead he died. :(

"The pain he went through just made him hold on tighter to the ones he loved" -Garp, about Roger. "Despite his flaws and his bad reputation, his crew still trusted him completely." -also Garp, about Roger. These both sound a lot like Luffy AND Ace.

When Dogra got home and told everyone about Sabo's ship being shit down and him dying (which we all know didnt happen, thank fuck), (by the way the absolutely lost looks on Ace's and Luffy's faces with the sudden silence hurt like a bitch), Luffy started crying and said "WE SHOULDNT'A LET HIM GO, IT'S ALL OUR FAULT". Which fucking says something about him (thinking of episodes 913-915 when he goes fucking berserk, but before that he learns that Kaido probably killed Tama and he says "I should've escorted them..!" (*ugly cries*)). Ace also reacted pretty similarly-- "Sabo...why didn't we go back into town and bring him back here?! We're so stupid!" And he gets mad and asks where he could find the bastard that killed him (obviously not getting a good answer since it was a fucking celestial dragon ugh). That is what Luffy does, in present time. He results to anger first, not sadness. Not sure when he learned to do that but I'm 99 percent sure it was from Ace. Also the blaming himself thing? High chance thats ALSO from Ace. Who else would teach him that self hating behaviour?!

Dadan pins Ace down to stop him from going after the Celestial Dragon to calm him down, telling him he cant do anything, he's not big or strong enough to do anything and he'll be killed as soon as he tries anything, especially since it was the whole country -the whole WORLD- that killed Sabo. He can't do anything. And then they tied him to a tree outside to let him cool off. Oh yeah then he also told luffy to stop crying like a little girl or else he'll- (and he didn't finish the sentence). ...Ok maybe thats why luffy started being more angry than sad.

This is where things get a little more :( . Ace reads the letter Sabo sent them before he died. As he reads, he walks to the end of the forest, to a cliff overlooking the ocean. And starts fucking bawling (btw the voice actor who had Ace's childhood part did not do a very good job, no where near as in character and real as Coleen Clickenberg did with all of Luffy's crying scenes. She was spot on.) ...do you see where im going with that? He isolated himself before letting himself feel sad. It was all rage and then calm beforehand. Y-you see where im going with that. Dont make me say it.

"How's Luffy doing, is he any better?" "Well...he hasnt been eating much, but he still eats twice as much as we do". Oh look, That's what happened after Ace died too. There's a behavioral pattern that hasnt gone away. Not sure why it wouldve tho.

Luffy is mopeing, lying on the ground in a similar setting ace was at when he cried. Hes thinking about some of the things Sabo said, like how theyre gonna sail the seas together, and he clenches his hands into tight, shaking fists. After Ace shows up and hits him, and talking abt some other stuff I don't feel like relaying, Luffy tightens his grip on the straw hat and tells ace, whimpering, he wants to get stronger (and stronger, and stronger, and stronger and stronger and....) And he wants to be the strongest in the world. "And then, I'll protect everyone. I won't lose anyone I care about". He gets stronger mainly to protect the people he loves. And then he asks ace to promise he won't die. To which he hits Luffy again and tells him he should be more worried about himself dying first. And then the famous line that hurts like a bitch- "I'm NEVER going to DIE!" And then this hopeful music comes on (fucking damnit funimation, u gotta do this? Really??) Also he says he wont die as long as he has a wussy little brother to protect. ...FUCK. Ok, the fist clenching is a thing he does all the fucking time, usually when he gets mad. This was different because he wasnt mad, he was sad. He clenched his fist because thinking about it hurt. Which, huh, sounds a lot like his whole episode after waking up from his 2 week coma on the polar tang. To try and stop the mental pain of those horrendous memories, he resulted to physically pain. He hurt himself. So, He clenches his fists in times like these to fight off the mental pain and the urge to cause himself physical pain. Guys, our boy is bad at emotions, help him. ....ok this paragraph is longer than I anticipated so ill dumb down the rest of it ig. Next part, him asking ace to promise he wont die. The music, the body language, the over change in mood- this comforts him. He stopped hiding his face and silently sobbing after ace said this. OH YEAH! didn't he tell jinbe not to die when they parted ways in Totto Land? And then, hes missing still in Wano and we see Luffy is worried....but convinced Jinbe will show up. Again, this comforts him. Hes nervous cuz someone KOFF KOFF ACE broke that promise once. But jinbe is his crew mate so he trusts him, thank god.

"-But whoever did it, they must be opposed to freedom." The whole freedom thing? That runs through Luffy's blood and spirit.His brothers fought for it, his dad is the man who strives to give everyone freedom basically, and Luffy himself has seen enough of the OPPOSITE of freedom to be so, so much more than just against it. Hence why he of course was so eager to free the slaves in Sabaody, the kids in punk hazard, the toys in dressrosa, the country of Wano from Kaido's tyrany. The apple doesnt fall far from the tree huh.

I dont think Luffy would remember his promise with Shanks if it werent for his brothers putting feul to his dream. It was a stupid bet at first; he just wanted to beat Shanks, right then. But after meeting Sabo and Ace, he found the opposite of freedom and human rights. And then he wanted, REALLY wanted, to become the free-est man in the world; the pirate king.

Last one i promise ok? This one is less connected to whats going on in the episode at this point, but something I noticed (its so obvious everyone has seen this ok) was when luffy cries, his posture is always open. He doesn't curl in on himself like many people would do (I know I would, lol). He doesnt hug himself, protect himself. He's just, opened up to whoever is watching, literally. This has a little more to do with something I haven't talked about much in this post yet; his self-destruction issues. I said he tried to hurt himself when he felt mental pain, which is definitely similar. But he cries and doesnt try to protect or comfort himself, like he doesn't have that programmed into his mind. Reminder that he only wants to live because of his dream, and if he doesnt have his dream, he wants to die. (Whoa.). Ok, so no self preservation mechanism at all rlly. Hes basically ride or die. So, when things hurt so much that he cries, he has no hope left. He just kinda...dies inside. So this was mildly different after sabo died. Yes we saw him just standing there, sobbing. But the next day he's still crying, and instead he's laying on the ground. I saw that and the voice in the back of my head told me he wanted to be a part of that lifeless dirt beneath him. Then, Ace walked over. And his words made him feel the hope that I told you about earlier, and he sat up into a sitting position. And HUGGED HIS LEGS TO HIS CHEST. There's some self preservation! Some hope! Some will to exist, to live! Something we saw none of as he sat in front of his brothers corpse, shutting down. He sat there, open to his enemies, incapable of protecting himself. Practically anyone couldve killed him right then and there. I think he mightve liked that, at that moment. Like thank god he has that stupidly good luck cuz if he didn't I swear someone couldve thrown and axe or FUCKING ANYTHING AT THAT MOMENT and hed be dead becuase he never physically or mentally prepared himself. On purpose.

Our poor boy needs some fucking attention and therapists. (Insert my rant post about how jinbe is on the crew primarily for anger management and therapy, not just being a helmsman.) Ugh, smh ugly cries

Aaaaand thats about the end of the episode. Theres so many little tics and peesonality traits that you notive thru this episode, and I only noticed them cuz im rewatching this part of the show for like the third time. I don't react as much as the first time of course but some things are definitely sadder after knowing what's going on and what will happen later on.

Moral of the story (post)? I think luffy is almost equally as alike -if not, more similar to roger as ace is. Also, high key genuinely think Luffy met like NO ONE but Garp before he met Shanks and his crew. What the fuck was his first like 5 years of being alive like? (He wantd to be a pirate cuz Garp didnt want that. Rebellious baby asshole. And then shanks made things worse, in a good way for luffy. And then ace and sabo made that worse thing worse for a good reason. Luffy lives...for those influences. And that is fucking it. Why.

Oh thanks tumblr for moving my picture to the bottom of the post u fucking idiot

#ugly cries #ugh #i need to stop #i need to stop talking #pls #just read my rants ok #i guess #MY BACK HHHUUUUURRRRTTSSSSSS #UUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH #SOBS #straggler.txt #headcanon #hc #one piece #one piece ace #one piece spoilers #monkey d. luffy #luffy one piece #im garbage #hha h a #review #episode review #episode 503 #ackackack #i need to pee #i need to stop torturing luffy with my crazy ideas #hhhhhh #love u guys #bye ig

[sun-to-my-luna]

“- Loca“  the Serial Liar.

Disclaimer:  My blog doesn’t support or condone sending hate. Take the information in and simply  learn to not let anyone or anything get  to you so easily. I’m going to be using screenshots that have been provided to me by two very trusted  individuals. These screenshots will be conversations between those two individuals and said person that will be mentioned below. Their identities won’t be revealed  as they both wanted me to keep them  anonymous.

With that being said,

Before believing that anyone is anything other than what they claim, remember that artists have contractual agreements.  No one you look up to can be giving you information or be personally dm’ing you as that’s breaching contractual NDA obligations.  Blatantly pretending to be someone that’s posting on behalf of a celebrity, a celebrities friend, or blatantly pretending to be a celebrities entity, let alone two, is infringing their personal identity. No one  let alone a celebrity would be stupid enough to do that.  That is unless they’re not the people involved.

Their blog is out in the open convincing people that they’re someone that they aren’t and I will not stand for that.  You’re talking to a wall and need to wake up.

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1. My Email.

 It starts Early in May ( i knew they weren’t an actual insider even way before that) when I opened up my email.  I was receiving asks from this person but when I read them I felt like they were pretending to be Lauren. (You’ll see later on that I wasn’t wrong.) Therefore I completely disregarded their messages but they wouldn’t stop. They kept spamming my ask box. I noticed that the situation was  also escalating. The fandom began believing that this was person was an insider but they’re not. 

I received the same exact message, with the same exact punctuation, and the same exact spelling. From an account called “innoccenthansen” that has since now been deleted. They also had another account called “Loca2012″ that has since also been deleted. That’s not all they would use different nicknames on different blogs. Names such as “D//” aka. “innocenthansen” which is known as an alleged Dinah Stan. 

Loca2012 was mostly hidden in the shadows watching our every move and because nobody would pay enough attention to their asks or their blog they deactivated it. They created and started a new one with a different strategy. Sending cryptic messages that would make you question their authenticity. Making you believe that they’re someone that’s an insider. But as you’ll see below:  they’re not an insider and they’re not reliable.

Now ask yourself:  Why would anyone honestly need more than two accounts?

Simple. This is the behavior of someone  that’s trying to infiltrate the fandom. You could even call it astroturfing. Except in this case it isn’t to convince you that camren isn’t real. It’s to get you to trust them and believe that you can trust them. To make you believe that you’re talking to Camila and Lauren when you’re not. 

Which leads me to this:

#2:  Blatantly Pretending to be Camila and Lauren. They would switch between each of their “personalities.” Often talking in third person to first and second person.

#2.P1:  Pretending to be Lauren. (This is where the first person’s screenshots come in.)

Even though they previously had no idea who the hell Aurora was.

#2.P3:  Pretending to be Camila:

#2.P3:  3rd. Person.

The person that sent me the screenshots told me that they felt the Lauren “personality” was more predominant and that the Camila personality was off every time they talked to them.  Even as an outsider you can see that them pretending to be Camila doesn’t sound like her nor look like her writing style. Myself and many others also feel like they’re trying hard to replicate the girl’s tumblr’s. Rebloging things that are extremely similar in nature but they didn’t get their personalities right as their blog doesn’t capture them correctly. 

#3:  Why they choose the blogs they did to talk to

Me of course being one of those blogs. However since my blog is co-owned I can’t receive nor send DM’s so they decided to send me asks. But like I said at the beginning they were pretending to be Lauren and Camren (the messages above) so I never gave them the attention they wanted. 

They wanted people that were “healthy enough and that weren’t going to blow their head off.”  In other words they wanted people that were vulnerable enough to fall for their shit and would believe in them and their manipulation.

4. Their Age.

They straight up flat ass lied to my friend. They’re not only a liar but a manipulator. They told her that they were Camila and Lauren. They confused her.  The same way they confused the entire fandom.  Sending cryptic  ass messages pretending to be Lauren or some insider.

How the fuck are you just going to pretend to be Camila and Lauren and then straight up lie about your age?  Neither of them are 24 but here you  are messaging my friend telling them these things and pretending to be Camila and Lauren to their fucking face. Have some dignity.

#5. The 2nd person’s screenshots

These messages are pretty self explanatory. The person that sent me the screenshots asked them about Cuban cuisine in Miami to which whoever this person is had no idea. Then they get confronted about Lauren not being in Paris.  Because Lauren wasn’t in Paris. They switch over to the “Lauren” personality from the “Camila” personality and responded.

#5.P2:  Thunder

Now that we know that this person is a manipulative liar we know that everything they send is fake.

Like me the person that sent me the screenshots knew immediately that that wasn’t Thunder but instead a much older dog. That also looks like a completely different breed.

#5.P3:  Thunder:  DEBUNKED

The photo that this person sent isn’t Lauren with Thunder. As this picture was taken with the person’s right hand and the left hand is pictured. The picture was also taken at an angle where Lauren’s bee tattoo would be noticeable. Another thing to notice is that person’s prominent mole on their left hand.

Lauren always wears her hair tie on her right hand not her left hand.

Lauren doesn’t have that mole on her left hand.

Her right arm is the arm that has more prominent birthmark moles, not her left arm.

In case you want to check it out for yourself here’s the original photo. Where you can also see more clearly that she doesn’t have that prominent mole on her left arm.

Now here’s a real picture of Thunder.

As you can tell he’s a much younger dog than the dog that “Loca” sent. He doesn’t have grey fur in the areas that older dogs get.

Here’s an older dog of the same breed that has the same patching of grey fur as the dog that “Loca” had sent.

#6.  Incorrect Industry Vocabulary. (I’m tired of re-typing and grateful that I actually took a screenshot of this part.)

With that being said,

Please. Please Think before you believe anything or anyone is anything other than what they claim. Read paragraph 2 before opening this post again or as many times as you need and remember to breathe.  You can even personally ask me if I think someone is legit if you ever have doubts that someone is playing you. 

One last thing throughout their private conversations with my friends they used UK writing and spelling. In America we spell “realize”  as “realize.”  We don’t spell it “realise” that’s only in the UK or outside of the UK. Therefore this person clearly isn’t native to the U.S. 

Be careful and take care.

#please read #this is incredibly long but as promised #L//o//c//a//