#witch army

[ratiishu]

Hey!!!

Just wanna ask...does Cyn look like the DD's too or does she look like Tessa wearing a Tessa?considering the human drawings (might be a dumb ask idkk)

Nope! She will actually look like this without Tessa's skin in fact.

It's supposed to be based off from my concept design for the Absolute Solver (or AKA Solver Witch)

I wanted her horns or spider limb looking thingy on her head to shape the bow somehow and thought it was a pretty cute idea :D but this is just a brainstorm design atm

But the AS' design is still a wip atm since I'm planning to change the top part of the body a bit more As for Cyn wearing the Tessa skin suit, I still haven't came up with a proper or finalized design for it yet since it's gonna be hard to design especially when I made future Cyn to look like that tbh 😭

But for the people that has Solver powers like Yeva, Nori, Uzi and Doll, they will have little physical changes since their Solver is kinda a bit nerfed and not the full solver itself. But for Uzi on the other hand, yeah she might go through the same thing and will remain using glamour or aka illusions to make herself look like what she usually look like.

[tending-the-hearth]

a version of chronicles of narnia where those closest to the kings and queens get put into a sleep when the pevensies are brought back to their world, from which they're awoken only when their beloved four rules return, something à la sleeping beauty.

so the pevensie siblings return to narnia, and logically, it's been thousands of years. their closest friends, those they viewed as family, are, to their knowledge, dead, and they are completely alone now.

until peter and caspian encounter each other in the woods, and are about to get into their fight. it's the moment where peter's back is turned, and caspian has his word raised. lucy is screaming, tears in her eyes, susan and edmund are too far away to do anything, and there's a moment of chaos before caspian's strike is blocked by a larger, longer sword.

oreius, completely disgruntled and still very out of the loop, but only focusing on the fact that his king, his friend, his son, is in danger, glares daggers at caspian, not looking away for a second, even as tumnus gathers a now-relieved, sobbing lucy up in a tight hug, and edmund and susan shriek with joy upon seeing the beavers and mr. fox.

and any feeling of tension or fear immediately seeps out of peter, who drops the rock he had picked up, and stumbles to his feet and to oreius' side, being able to lean on the centaur for the first time in a year, and not have to worry about his safety or his siblings' safety. and oreius, without taking his eyes off of caspian and his followers, just puts an arm around peter.

and caspian remembers. he remembers the stories of the high kings and queens of narnia, and their beloved inner circle, and the absolutely terrifying centaur who called them sons and daughters of his heart, and he can't quite help but think about how utterly fucked he is.

[multipurposetoolguy]

did u know? you can use the draw what you want ability to make your favs celebrate your birthday. because i sure didnt

[yellowbrickramble]

The elephant* in the room for this chapter is that in Baum's original book (and in pretty much every adaptation), Mombi and Jinjur team up. However, the changes I've already made to the story at this point kept them as separate antagonists. And yes, Jinjur is still an antagonist. You know the drill. Warp and weft of the narrative and all that. ----- *The Elephant not in the room is Kabumpo, because I'm not incorporating Ruth Plumly Thompson's books into my canon.

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[kaitlinamberxo]

“You're just as sane as I am.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 57/100: Luna Lovegood

[bikkue]

TIL there was a scrapped scene in the original script of The Wizard Of Oz in which Dorothy's friends are written as very Down To Murder

[just-writing-a-bit]

Build-A-Bear

Wanda Maximoff x female reader

Summary: AU, in which Y/n is in the army and only has a few hours left with Wanda, before she has to leave again. So, she takes Wanda to Build-A-Bear and they make Wanda a bear that will remind her of her girlfriend.

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff

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Pov Y/n

Wanda refuses to let go of my hand, clinging to it as if I would disappear if she didn't. I wouldn't. Not today anyway.

We got two more days together before I return to my work and am send on a mission. The exact details are still confidential, all we know is that it'll be at least six months. Six months isn't long, if you compare it to other durations. A pregnancy is nine months, a year is twelve months, even a school year is longer than six months.

If you are in a relationship and separated from your girlfriend, six months is a lot though. We've been through this before and it's never easy. Missing Wanda for so long sometimes feels like heartbreak. I love her like crazy and wish, we could see each other in between. All we can do, if we're lucky, is a phone call, or I can send her letters. It's not great, but it's something.

Somehow, we have to make it through these times of separation. And Wanda is supportive of it too. She always tells me it's okay and waits patiently for me to return. Whenever I come home, she has a little surprise for me. Sometimes a cake, sometimes a dinner, other times a date, a bouquet of flowers, lingerie, a spa giftcard and so on. I wouldn't need all of that though, I just need her when I come back.

While I'm away, I think about holding her almost every night. I imagine cradling her head into my neck, wrapping my arms securely around her and feeling her breathe against my skin. I think about kissing her goodnight and falling asleep with her curled up into me.

Just thinking about going away again makes me want to pull her in and never let go.

"Oh," Wanda makes, eyes growing big as we step into the Build-A-Bear store.

I've never been to one, but know she loves these stores and while she never got anything, she likes looking at the different options, says it reminds her of the awe she felt as a child.

Everything is colorful and looks soft to touch. There are a few kids running around, carrying stuffed animals or clothing for said stuffies.

I lead Wanda to where she can pick out what kind of stuffed animal she wants. This was her idea and I think it's super cute and wish, I was able to take one on my mission myself. I can't, so it will only be one today.

"I like this one," she decides and picks out a bear with dark brown fur. I run my hand over it, it's super soft.

"It's perfect," I agree and she nods happily. Her hand is still in mine, so I have no other choice but to follow her around the store as she follows the instruction arrows on the floor. We reach the stuffing machine where a woman smiles kindly at us.

"Are you ready to fill your new buddy?" She asks, nodding at the empty bear Wanda is holding.

"Yess," she says, sounding excited like a child. I love seeing her this way. Excited and happy, not caring what anyone else might think about it.

From my side, she will never have to fear judgement over being excited about anything. I adore her way too much and love the way her nose scrunches up when she gets excited or how she jumps and dances around when she can't contain her own emotions. It's one of the reasons I love her so much.

"You can add in hearts." The woman points to a box of soft hearts and one that are thicker and according to the label can contain a message. I don't even need to look at Wanda to know which one is the right pick. The one with a voice note.

I let go of her hand, or try to, as she continues to hold on. I shake my hand lightly, but she refuses to let go.

"I need both hands to record a message, sweetheart," I remind her softly, at which she pouts.

"You don't." I peck her lips.

"Okay, maybe not, but I want the message to be a surprise for you, okay? For that, you will have to let me take a few steps away."

She grumbles but lets go of my hand. I send her a smile before stepping away, a heart in my hand. Hopefully, this will help her get through the lonely nights.

As soon as I am next to her, she grabs hold of my arm again, leaning into my side. I kiss her cheek and hand the woman the heart. She fills the teddy up, checking in with Wanda about how much filling she wants, before adding the heart and sewing the teddy shut.

"All it takes for the message to be played is a good squeeze," she explains and hands the teddy to Wanda, whose eyes are bright with joy.

"Not until I'm gone though," I whisper into her ear. She looks at me, scanning my face.

"Why not? Did you say something inappropriate? If you did and make me believe now that it's something sweet... I swear to the gods, y/n, I will find you and kill you." Her rage is cute and not at all frightening.

That is, because I know she will love the message I put in there. If I would have been dumb enough to say something naughty, I would now genuinely fear for my life.

I love my girlfriend, I truly do, but she can be scary as shit when she wants to be. The few times I witnessed it, I wasn't her object of attention and still, I felt a shiver run down my spine. She has the deadliest glare I have ever seen and when she tilts her head... you better run because you will not survive otherwise.

When we fight, which is rare, she doesn't get as scary, which makes me believe, I haven't fucked up too much yet and don't plan to.

"I didn't, I just want it to be a surprise. Please?" I meet her green eyes, almost being able to watch as they soften and she relents, nodding.

"I will still hunt you down, if you're lying," she mutters and I chuckle, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. "You'd have every right to."

We move on to the clothes section and for this, she lets go of my hand. I fulfil my duty as girlfriend and hold the teddy securely in my arm while she roams through the different options, searching for one very specific piece of clothing. When she finds it, she spins back around to me, holding it up with a proud smile. A little army jacket for the teddy.

"It needs a hat and boots," she decides and takes off again. I chuckle to myself as I carefully pull the teddy's arms though the sleeves and button up his jacket.

Wanda returns with a hat, still searching for boots. I let her do her thing, happily watching and dressing up the teddy with everything she brings me.

"You look like you could come with me," I tell it, gently padding its hat. I truly wish, I had something to take with me to hold at night.

A teddy is too big to bring with me, so the necklace Wanda gifted me on our first anniversary will have to do. It's a simple silver chain, in the front held together by the first letters of our names, entangled. It's almost kitschy and absolutely perfect. If I ever miss her, no, if I ever not miss her, I will have my hands at my sides and not play with it. The shape and feeling of it is so familiar by now, I feel like I could trace it, even if it wasn't there.

"They have no boots," Wanda pouts, hands on her hips. I have to contain a smile and tug a red strand out of her face.

"That's okay, the teddy won't have to walk all that much." She produces a tiny smile and takes the teddy into her arms, squeezing it carefully to not set off the message. We step up to the register and the man behind it smiles.

"We are selling a lot of those army bears lately," he comments, scanning the price tags.

I glance over at Wanda. She isn't the only one who goes through months without speaking to her partner. One day, I hope we won't have to adjust to this separation anymore. Eventually, I want a job that allows me to settle down and return home at the end of the day and not return to a military base in the middle of nowhere.

"If you want, you can customize the tag on the jacket," the man offers, tapping on it. Wanda's eyes light up.

"Can we put a name on there?" The man nods. Without hesitation, Wanda nods. "Y/l/n."

The man nods again and types it into his computer. Somewhere behind him something starts humming and a minute later, he turns around and retrieves a batch with my last name on it. He switches it with the plain one and shows the bear to Wanda.

I don't think I've ever seen my girlfriend happier about something so small and she already appreciates the little things. I pay for the bear and take Wanda's hand, leading her out of the store and pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Happy?" She nods. "Perfect."

Pov Wanda

I swallow hard, trying not to break out into tears again as I enter the bedroom to change into comfortable clothes. Seeing y/n off is always so damn hard. I never want her to leave and at the same time, I know she has to.

It's not even the worry about her not coming back to me, I managed to get past that and hold on to the naïve thought that she is invincible. No, it's that she will be gone for six months and I have to miss her for so long. The periods she is home are way too short compared to the ones she is gone. Each time she leaves, it feels like a part of my heart is ripping off and going with her.

I try to be strong for her, knowing it's not easier for her either, but I always end up crying. If not from the beginning, but when she whispers all sorts of promises into my hair and kisses me for the last time before stepping away.

When she returns, I can appreciate her uniform and the way she looks in it, but when she leaves, I just want to rip it off her, as if it would prevent her from leaving.

I slip into comfortable clothes and swallow down my tears. Everything inside here still smells of her and I never want the smell to falter. It will in a couple of days, I know that, but I can hold on to some silly hope for at least the rest of the day.

My eyes fall on the teddy in between our pillows. My little y/n bear. She has been in our bed throughout the whole day after we got her, only having to make room at night so we could cuddle.

Y/n was very careful and made sure not to squeeze her too hard. I am curious about her message and now that she is gone, I am finally allowed to listen to it. A small glimpse of hope.

I sit cross-legged on the bed and pull the teddy to me, pressing my face into its belly. It smells of her and it almost feels as if she was right next to me. She isn't, it's just her perfume and still, sometimes I allow myself to be delusional.

My heart beats faster as I squeeze the teddy tightly, waiting for the message. "Hey, Wanda sweetheart. I'll be home before you know it and I love you so, so, so, so, so much."

My tears fill with eyes again at the sound of her voice, even if it's a little tinny through the small speaker. That's my girl.

[I noticed the mistake while editing but it's too funny to correct it. XD It happens more often than you think.]

I squeeze the teddy again, listening to her voice over and over again until my heart aches a little less. Distance sucks and I hate it with all I am, but this might help me to get through the next six months. This and the many notes she has left me around the apartment. At least, I believe she has left notes. She did the last time. They were cute and almost made me cry each time.

With the teddy in my arm, there's no way I'm putting her down today, I walk over to our dresser, curious about the notes. When I open it, there is no note in there though. Just a tiny yellow duck on the top of her remaining t-shirts.

I stare at it in confusion before picking it up. There's a tiny number written at the bottom: 17. My eyes wander around the rest of the bedroom. Did she hide 16 more of these little ducks around our home?

I close the dresser and set the duck down, not able to keep from smiling. It reminds me of one of our first dates where she took me to a pop-up museum for rubber ducks. She was a little embarrassed about it, said she thought it would be cooler as it was greatly advertised on their website.

It was a little shrill and very yellow and very dorky, which made me fall in love with her for some reason. I doubt many people can say, they were at a rubber duck pop-up museum as a date.

Part of me wants to go around the apartment and search for the rest of the ducks and another part of me wants to wait until I find them during my daily life. They'll be little reminder of the goofball that is my girlfriend. Only she would think about buying a ton of tiny ducks and hide them all around our apartment for me to find while she is away.

Well, at least I have something to do while she is gone though and with her voice and smell inside the teddy, I think, I might be able to get through these next six months, even if they will be hard.

[iceisslipperypod]

Sometimes I have ideas for memes and I make my husband make them for me and that's the secret to a successful relationship.

[moonlight-prose]

there’s a lot of you here…

[meadowfoxglove]

Headcanon that Red Velvet cookie knows how to use the Witches' spells because in my opinion you don't dick around in God's house for years without learning a thing or two from them

[rossfr00]

Pairing: Prince Nuada x Female Reade (Eve)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Canon-Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Magic, Heavy Emotional Themes

Tags: Slow Burn Forbidden Love Enemies to Lovers Angst with a Happy Ending Protective Nuada Witch!OC Secret Meetings Canon-Divergent Ending. Emotional Intimacy Magical Bond Sacrifice Found Family Royal Politics Hurt/ Comfort Slight Jealousy Fem!Protagonist Smut

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Chapter 9

2 days after

The night air was crisp, sweet with the scent of pine and damp earth. Moonlight spilled between the tall trees, illuminating the small clearing where Eve stood barefoot, her coat discarded over a nearby stump. Her breath was steady, her hands moving in slow, precise arcs as she practiced a new spell—something delicate, something old.

She smiled faintly. The forest responded.

A breeze shifted. The leaves stirred in rhythm with her movements. Magic pulsed faintly through the ground beneath her feet.

Then, faint at first—almost like a memory—music drifted in from the distance. From the underground halls of the BPRD, echoing faintly through vents and tunnels, then carried by the night wind like a secret.

"You know I can't smile without you..."

Eve stilled.

She laughed under her breath. “Seriously, Abe?”

The music grew louder—muffled singing, off-key and full of feeling. Hellboy's gravelly voice joined Abe’s in drunken, heartfelt harmony.

"I can't smile without you..."

Eve shook her head, shoulders trembling with amusement. She twirled lightly, hands still glowing with faint magic, and began to sing along, barely above a whisper.

Her voice blended with the wind. There, in the moonlight, her guard slipped away. She didn’t care if someone saw her. For once, it didn’t matter.

She closed her eyes and let herself feel—safe, soft, alive.

“You sing,” a voice said.

Eve startled slightly and spun, but the tension faded the moment she saw him.

Nuada stood a few steps away, half-shadowed beneath the trees. Pale. Watchful. Regal as ever—but his expression wasn’t cold. It was... drawn, thoughtful.

She didn’t hide her warmth this time. Not fully. Still smiling, Eve took a few steps back until she leaned against a low stone wall marking the edge of the clearing.

“Well,” she said, “you keep showing up. I figured I might as well give you a show.”

His steps were slow, fluid, as he approached. “I warned you not to be alone.”

“You did. And yet here I am. Unharmed.”

He stopped in front of her, close enough that she could see the faint glint of moonlight in his eyes. They held hers for a long moment.

“You’re different tonight,” he said softly.

Eve tilted her head with a small smile. “I’m the same as always.”

He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, like he always does. His fingers were light—like a whisper against her skin.

She didn’t move.

Her breath caught a little.

“What are you doing here, Nuada?” she asked gently.

He didn’t answer right away.

Then, simply: “You called me... and I came.”

A silence bloomed between them, heavy and intimate.

Eve frowned slightly. “Did I?”

Nuada’s eyes held hers. “Not with spells or words. But your voice... your magic, your presence in this forest—it called to something old in me. Something I've tried to forget.”

Eve looked at him differently then. Less guarded. “I didn’t mean to.”

“But you did,” he said quietly. “You sang, and I felt it. Like I was being led home.”

Her lips parted at his honesty. The vulnerability in his voice caught her off guard.

And then, softer than before, almost to himself: “I just want my life back.”

The confession wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t bitterness. It was grief, naked and honest.

Eve felt something tighten in her chest. A deep ache. She didn’t think. She reached out, slow and steady, and laid her hand over his chest.

His breath hitched—barely.

She stepped closer, close enough to feel his warmth. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry. For everything you lost.”

His head dipped slightly, eyes closing. The tension in his shoulders eased under her touch.

“I feel it too, sometimes,” she continued, softer still. “Like the world changed shape and left me behind.”

Nuada opened his eyes, meeting hers again. They were so close now, every breath between them shared, the moment pulsing with quiet intensity.

Then, without words, Eve slid her arms around him.

He tensed for half a second—surprised. And then he allowed it. Slowly, his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her with a kind of restraint that said he didn’t trust himself to hold tighter.

Their bodies aligned, tentative and warm beneath the moonlight. Eve felt the rise and fall of his chest, the quiet war inside him.

She didn’t ask more questions. Not yet.

When she finally pulled back to look at him, her hands still rested at his sides. “Maybe you don’t have to keep losing everything.”

His gaze dropped to her mouth, then back to her eyes. “Neither of us were made for easy paths.”

“No,” she whispered, “but maybe we weren’t meant to walk them alone either.”

Silence... they looked at each other deeply and in movement their lips met—softly, slowly. A brush of warmth, of something fragile and real.

He kissed her like a question. She answered with breath, with a trembling hand sliding to the back of his neck. The kiss deepened—sweet, reverent, the kind of kiss that speaks before the heart dares to.

But then—Eve hesitated.

Her lips parted from his, just enough. Her eyes opened. She stepped back—not far, just enough to feel the loss of his warmth. She held his gaze. Stillness hummed between them.

Nuada watched her, waiting.

Her eyes flicked to his lips, then back to his eyes. Her chest rose and fell unevenly.

“I can’t,” she murmured. “We can’t.”

She turned slightly, walking a few steps away. Her voice was more breath than sound. “This… doesn’t lead anywhere good.”

A beat of silence. The music still played faintly, a ghost of joy in the air.

Then—Nuada’s hand slid to the back of her neck. Firm. Controlled. Gentle.

He pulled her back to him with purpose.

And this time, he kissed her like he meant to burn the moment into her bones.

Eve gasped softly against his mouth, her hands finding his chest again. His fingers threaded through her hair, one hand sliding along her jaw, the other tracing down her spine, curling at the base of it. He pulled her flush against him.

She didn’t resist.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, mouth parting under the press of his. His hands moved with reverence and need—from her jaw to her cheek, down to her waist. Her skin tingled beneath his touch. He mapped her as if learning her by heart.

It was no longer a kiss of comfort.

It was fire, longing, and something deeper neither of them dared to name.

When they finally parted, her breath trembled against his cheek.

His hand lingered at her waist. Her forehead rested against his.

“Eve…” he murmured, like a promise or a curse.

She didn’t speak.

And then—he was gone.

A flicker of silver. A gust of air.

She stood alone again.

But this time, the forest didn’t feel as quiet.

And the ache he left behind burned like something unfinished.

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Nuada’s POV

The wind was colder now.

He stood alone in the high shadows of the trees, the forest quiet behind him. Her voice still lingered in his ears—soft, warm, untamed. Her lips had been softer still. And for one impossible moment, he had forgotten everything: the crown, the war, even his sister.

Only her—Eve.

He clenched his jaw, fingers curling into fists. Foolish.

This wasn’t meant to happen.

She was... human, or close enough. But there was something else inside her, something old and powerful. Something that called to him even when he tried to shut it out.

He’d told himself she was a complication. A distraction. But now her taste still lingered on his mouth, and her voice had cracked something inside him that had long been sealed shut.

He had felt her warmth—her hesitation, her pull—and still, he had kissed her again.

Because he wanted to.

Because he couldn’t stop himself.

And that terrified him more than any battlefield.

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Eve’s POV

Eve sat on the edge of her bed, the moonlight casting pale silver bars across the floor. Her hair was still tangled from the forest wind, her lips swollen with memory. She touched them absently.

“What was that?” she whispered.

She hadn’t meant for any of it to happen. Not the singing, not the openness, not the kiss. And definitely not the second one—the one where she let herself want it. Where her hands had found his chest, his neck, had pulled him closer.

She had felt it—whatever it was. That spark, that ache, that hunger buried under layers of magic and grief and old blood.

It wasn’t just physical.

It was... dangerous.

He had looked at her like she was something sacred. And then he’d touched her like she was something his.

She should have pushed him away sooner.

She had tried.

And yet…

His hands had found the small of her back. His lips had stolen the breath from her lungs. Her skin still buzzed where he had touched her—her waist, her jaw, the curve of her spine.

“I just want my life back.”

Those words haunted her now.

He wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t empty. He was filled with pain and fire and conviction. And somehow, in that moonlit clearing, she'd felt all of it in his kiss.

Eve exhaled and closed her eyes. She had never felt this before. Not like this. Not with anyone.

Not even close.

She wasn’t afraid of what he might do to her.

She was afraid of what she might be willing to do for him.

[enchantedbat]

Imagine the Witches have a final form too. Name it however you want, Disenchantix, Enchantix, whatever. Same way of earning it: rescue someone from her homeworld and show great sacrifice in doing so.

We know from the Winx that the sacrifice could mean losing a part of themselves, close death experiences or actual death. What if Griffin just doesn't want her students to reach it. Maybe they have nothing like fairy dust to help them and they become victims to the darkness. Have to live on eventhough they are not the same.

Griffin doesn't want to see her students like this. Who knows if fairies died for their Enchantix but it wasn't enough to save them. Maybe she carries contempt in her heart for both Faragonda and Saladin. Because their students, these children, have to risk their life to achieve greatness.

[meowmyunz]

- FUTURE PARTNER 𖹭!

your future partner, personality, relationship & advice.

Choose an image, the first represents pile 1, the second pile 2 and the third pile 3! >.<

PILE 1 - Your future partner is definitely a complex person, I see that he has many internal problems, I also see him being quite explosive, he has two sides, and I believe that in your relationship, he will show this other side, not the side that he shows to everyone, but a side that only you see. You pile 1, you are a loyal person, you are confident, you feel self-sufficient, and you celebrate your victories, a sociable bubble, with people close to you are very talkative. I see that you will meet him in a school environment, which could be a school, college, course, etc. Advice: trust your instincts, they are the way, be fair in your decisions and remember that for this relationship to happen, he needs to heal past traumas.

PILE 2 -A very hard-working person, a person who is determined in their goals, may be connected to religion, this person is very balanced, but can be seen as crazy, but has a kind heart. Your relationship will be mature, a serious relationship on both sides, it will bring a lot of fulfillment to both of you, there will be strong feelings on both sides, your partner will be very affectionate too. I see you meeting this person at a celebration, a social event, it can be quite embarrassing at first, but trust me, it's worth a try. Advice: don't be afraid, be brave, go after your goals and the person you like, set your objectives and goals, everything will work out!

PILE 3 - A person who is not afraid of challenges, very cute and affectionate, an artist, very fond of art, a person who analyzes too much, thinks too much about everything, their mind is always racing, athletic I would say, they can end up being very reserved, but believe me, this person just wants to hug you and never let you go, your relationship will be so cute, the kind that causes envy in everyone, I see it more here as a relationship between two women, where everything is very intense, strong, the first meeting will be special. Advice: don't fantasize so much, because you could end up being very disappointed, love yourself first before loving someone else, don't force yourself into anything.

Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language!!!!

[r3ad1ng-is-punk-rock]

Lilia Calderu edit

[desislavaborcheva]

Hi everyone. I’m honestly just speaking from the heart as a lifelong fantasy fan—Narnia, Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings—these stories have shaped so much of my imagination.

Lately, though, I’ve been struggling with some of the creative choices in these new adaptations. First, the casting of a Black actor as Snape—I’m not trying to be racist at all. I just feel like sometimes the essence of these characters and the way they’re written in the original stories gets overlooked.

But what really stopped me in my tracks was the news about Meryl Streep possibly playing Aslan in the new Narnia series. I’m not sure how others feel, but to me, this feels deeply wrong. Aslan isn’t just another character—he represents Jesus. Changing such a core part of who he is feels like more than just a creative decision; it feels like a mockery of something sacred.

Am I the only one feeling this way? Is it wrong to take this so seriously? I’d really love to hear others’ thoughts, especially from fellow longtime fans.

[motherfuckingmaneater]

Lord Voldemort’s fiercest warrior. His last, best lieutenant.