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Did Cosmo and Wanda have a fairy Timmy back in the day? I hadn't watched A New Wish yet but iirc their relationship was strained by Timmy, I think because of the whole "no one aged for 50 years" thing in Timmy's Secret Wish. So would that mean Timmy messed up their marriage?

Yep! Timmy was Cosmo and Wanda's first fairy!

Cosmo and Wanda were newly weds with no support systems thus miserable enough to get their own fairy!

For the first few years, the three of them were perfect but Timmy overstayed his welcome, none of them wanting to lose this new family they created. Timmy used his magic to try and force a magic solution to make Cosmo and Wanda happy again, to varying levels of success.

New fairy management notices that Cosmo and Wanda seem to be getting more miserable despite having Timmy, so they get assigned a new fairy:

Chloe is here to fix all of Timmy's mistakes. But their happy little family isn't going to be separated so instead of being replaced, Timmy and Chloe end up as coworkers.

But even with two fairies, Cosmo and Wanda keep getting more miserable. With a fresh new set of eyes and someone to talk to, Timmy finally admits that the Fairywinkle-Cosmas might be better off without him since most of their conflict does seem to revolve around magic. So both Chloe and Timmy resign, erasing Cosmo's, Wanda's, Poof's Peri's and Sparky's memories of magic.

That day, the Fairywinkle-Cosma's pet goldfish, the one they got when they got their first house, dies. The whole family is very torn up about it, crying even though they don't know why they feel so strongly about losing this goldfish.

As for the whole 50 year time loop thing:

After granting that accidental wish, Timmy does not come clean about it for 50 years in fear of getting into trouble. A swap version of Timmy's Secret Wish does happen and undoes the time loop but yep, that wish absolutely contributed in the decline of their marriage. Not that Cosmo and Wanda would remember it anyways

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just a heads up to my fellow writers out there that AO3 is currently fighting off bots commenting on people’s works to tell them that AO3 will delete their fics “due to the works being deprecated”, and the deletion will affect their accounts unless the authors delete the fics themselves first. IT IS A SCAM. AO3 will NOT delete your works. please do NOT fall for these bots!

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As Above, So Below.

Yan Anaxagoras x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, power imbalances, some co-dependency and emotional manipulation. Word count: 2.2k.

Anaxagoras is a polarizing figure. 

It’s to be expected, considering his lack of propriety. He cares little for respecting age-old traditions, observing social customs, or sugar coating his words. This has earned him no shortage of detractors. While they might label him a heretic or lob other accusations, even his most ardent opponents can’t deny that he’s brilliant. 

You’re no stranger to his eccentricity. His teaching style fluctuated between the routine and the sublime, you never knew what to expect. Nonetheless, you’ve always felt he takes his students’ edification seriously, hence his extreme tactics. Upon reflection, you concluded that this distinct pedagogy molded your mind into its current shape. Curiosity, drive, and a will to question the supposedly infallible have become your core tenets, courtesy of your professor. 

Who would’ve thought the very skepticism he instilled in you would one day be directed towards him? 

Ever since your most damning accusation left your lips, silence has reigned in his office. You projected a semblance of confidence for most of your exchange, but that façade has long since dissipated. You’re fidgeting, nervous energy building inside like a dam ready to burst. You regret doing this in his office, but the conversation necessitated privacy. The room has always left a strange impression on you. One glance at the notes strewn about his desk confirms the immeasurable gap in your intellect, how he’s discovering answers to questions you’d never think to ask. It’s both awe-inspiring and demoralizing. 

You can feel how he’s observing you, mentally breaking you down to your base components. There are only so many ways one can respond to the charges you’ve presented. Denial is by far the likeliest, followed up by indignation or disbelief. You’d run through this scenario hundreds of times in your head. Each time, he’d said something by now, constructing a meticulous defense. This silence denies you the catharsis rage would allow. Instead, you’re made to sit in a limbo of your own creation, replaying each element of this confrontation. 

Was your evidence lacking? Did your emotions seep through too much, discrediting your logic? Or are you not right in the head, having imagined everything in some paranoia-fuelled haze? 

Gathering your courage, you look up, steeling yourself for whatever stares back.

Anaxa’s composure is striking. He’s smiling, a sentiment akin to fondness softening the lines around his eye. If that wasn’t disconcerting enough, he chuckles, quietly at first, but ending in a hearty diapason. You drop all pretense and openly gawk at him. This goes beyond a few character quirks, this is madness. Righteous fury sends your blood boiling. You stand up, ready to storm out, when he raises his hand, a motion that keeps you in place. 

“Please, sit,” he supplicates. No vestige of his former derangement remains; regardless, it isn’t so easily erased from your memory. Sensing your apprehension, he continues, “Haven’t I taught you to always finish what you’ve started?” 

You part your lips, ready to insist that this is different, but the argument dies on your tongue. He has a way of making you doubt yourself without doing anything. Even now, you’re plagued by an impulse not to disappoint him. Feeling defeated, you return to your seat.

He leans back, crosses his legs, and rests his folded hands on his knee. “How long have you held these suspicions?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Untrue. Try again.” 

“... Since the Month of Gate.” 

“That long, hm?” Anaxa muses. He leans closer, his gracile form hunched forward, like when he’s on the precipice of a great revelation. “We’re in the Six Month now; why wait as long as you did?” 

“Because I couldn’t believe it!” 

He clicks his tongue. “Willful ignorance, then? That’s unbecoming of you.” 

Your heart plummets at his reprimand. Memories of your first few one-on-one oral tests come flooding back, pelting your psyche. He accepted nothing less than your absolute best. You used to think he purposefully set you up for failure, demanding the impossible, but the results proved otherwise. He saw potential in areas you were too frightened to spare a glance. He encouraged — no, demanded — that you face them head-on. Consequently, you discovered yourself capable of feats previously unthinkable. 

That habit of his must extend beyond the lectern. 

“You come to me presenting vague, disconnected data, without the resolve to say what it is I stand accused of.” 

Something in you snaps. “How about falsifying my grades, coercion, bribery, and stalking, to name a few?” 

“An excellent start!” he asserts, slightly breathless from exhilaration. “Finally, we’re getting to the heart of the matter. Your reasoning is solid, if lacking in scope. Expand on your argument.” 

“This— this isn’t a learning exercise. If you don’t take me seriously, I’ll…” 

You trail off, fully aware you lack the means to substantiate a threat. Scowling, you internally berate yourself. He’s successfully stirred up your temper. Who could blame you, though? His disregard is baffling! You know him to be insensitive, sure, but never purposefully cruel. A lump forms in the back of your throat. You fight it with all your might, not wanting to add to your humiliation. He hadn’t made you cry in ages. The last time would’ve been his scathing critique of your first assignment, many years ago. You swore never to endure that again. 

“Don’t look at me like that, my dear,” Anaxa sighs. “I am taking you seriously. Forgive my excitement; I’ve been awaiting this conversation. Now, I know you’re thinking, ‘he’s lost it,’ or something to that effect. Let me reassure you — I’m perfectly sane. How else could I have accomplished what you’ve accused me of?” 

You eye him warily. “So you’re admitting to it?” 

“Not everything. I never tampered with your grades.” 

He’s focusing on the least egregious charge? Wouldn’t anyone else refute stalking or coercion first? You almost left out the dubious grades, it paled so greatly compared to the other accusations. 

“You never told me I failed after an oral test.” 

“I never said you passed, either.” 

“But you looked pleased!”

“Does that translate to a high grade?” 

“It’s disingenuous!” 

“Disingenuous, yes, but falsification? Hardly.” 

“Why is that what you’re caught up on?” you demand, your voice rising in pitch. “The point is, you’re keeping me from graduating. That’s the issue here.” 

“Is it not up to the professor whether their student should graduate or not?” 

Anaxa’s acting facetious to get under your skin and it’s working. You take a moment to gather your thoughts, recalling his lessons about the advantages of preying on your opponent’s emotions in a debate. Is that what this is? Had that been the case, you’d expect a more subtle approach. All this ambiguity is doing you a disservice. He claimed you ‘lacked scope,’ so you opt for a shift in tactics. 

“Why don’t you want me to graduate?” 

“An improvement over your earlier questions,” he notes, nodding in approval. “Still, you should know I dislike giving answers you’ve arrived at yourself.” 

“I haven’t—” 

He interrupts you by speaking your name, his tone low and chill-inducing. Shudders travel along your body. His disappointment reaches into your chest cavity and steals your oxygen. It shouldn’t sting, but it does. This ever-present desire to make him proud has twisted your priorities. Despite yourself, his earlier praise, meager as it was, sent your heart soaring. The acknowledgment of a genius is titillating. 

… Maybe you’re not right in the head either. 

“You’re attracted to me.” 

“A shallow description, albeit accurate.” 

“You don’t want me to leave The Grove.” 

“And why is that?” 

“Some warped sense of attachment, if I had to guess.” 

“Hmph. I wouldn’t call it warped,” Anaxa replies. “The ethics, perhaps, but my intentions aren’t so nefarious. Your talent would be wasted in Okhema. Should you stay, I’d have you as my assistant, a position you’d find challenging and rewarding. Is that not a tempting offer?” 

Your mouth goes dry. 

Tempting? Life-altering would be a better description. The role of assistant to a Sage is enviable for its benefits, monetarily, but more vital, academically. Other scholars are more willing to collaborate, you have access to any materials you research necessitates, and you’re welcomed into previously inaccessible circles. It’s a chance your younger self would’ve killed for. 

However… 

“My intention has always been to return home and apply what I’ve learned. Okhema’s one of the last standing city-states, I want to contribute what I can.”

Anaxa pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re still clinging to those fantasies? Leave that city to the Goldweaver. She has her shortcomings, but when it comes to ruling, she maintains order.” 

“We can’t rely solely on Aglaea. Common people should do their part,” you insist. “I want to see my home prosper, not limp from crisis to crisis.” 

“Such are the times we live in.” 

“So I should just give up, then?” 

“If you have any sense.” 

“Whatever happened to ‘finish what you start?’” 

“We aren’t finished yet,” Anaxa responds, unusually harsh. “Focus on that. Everything else is secondary, a distraction.” 

Your eye twitches. 

“What about what I want?” 

“You want to stay. It’s a misguided civil duty fooling you into believing otherwise.” 

Anaxa’s speaking like he’s objectively correct, as if any claims to the contrary are insipient, a waste of his time. It’s equal parts fascinating and infuriating. You’re reminded of the countless hours spent in this room, passionately defending your rationale against his methodical deconstructions. Except now, it isn’t a theory or method you’re debating, it’s your future. Ultimately, no one aside from you has the final say. His claim that you’re deluded by sentimentality is projection. He’s acting absurd here, not you. 

“I’ve always had great respect for you, professor,” you admit, ignoring a terrible ache in your chest. “You’ve never been afraid to question the status quo, even if it meant challenging the gods. That’s why… that’s why I struggled to believe you’d sabotage me. Call it ‘willful ignorance,’ or whatever, but was it so wrong of me to have faith in my mentor?” 

Anaxa’s eyelashes flutter shut and he smiles. “An appeal to pathos, is it?” 

“It’s called being human, Anaxa.” 

That gets under his skin. His eye is hooded when it reopens, belying irritation. 

“Anaxagoras,” he dryly corrects. 

“Your priorities are a mess.” 

“Insolence should never be tolerated,” he asserts. “I commend your rhetoric. Need I remind you, however, that I’m not to blame for the image you’ve formed of me?” 

You exhale sharply through your nose. So that’s the angle he’s deciding to take? He’s willing to desecrate a shrine you dedicated to him, built with precious memories and experiences?

While studying his physiognomy, you note how stoic he’s become. He’s toned down his usual theatrics. There’s a solemn nature to his gaze, his eyebrow slightly upturned and jaw set firmly. Through his outerwear, you can make out the alchemical symbols inked into his arm. When it comes to pursuing his ambitions, he’s like a man possessed. Nothing is too sacred, not even his own flesh. 

What chance do you have against such determination? 

“You must be lonely, professor.” 

He runs a hand through his hair. “Resorting to insults now, are we?”

“It’s just an observation,” you say. Then, a prolonged pause. “One that you aren’t denying.” 

Anaxa reclines in his seat and clears his throat. “Your company… isn’t unwelcome.” 

It could be your imagination, but you swear there’s a light dusting of pink over his cheeks. He fiddles with the cuffs of his outer garment. Out of all the dubious comments he’s made, that’s what made him self-conscious? The absurdity takes you a few moments to recover from. Anaxa leverages the opportunity, bringing your hands into his. You try pulling away out of instinct, only for him to exert surprising strength. 

Effectively trapped, you cease your futile struggle. 

“Stay,” his voice is so soft, it almost fails to reach your ears. “I’m not above begging, if that’s what it requires.” 

He lowers his head, seeking to propitiate you, as if golden ichor didn’t flow through his veins, denoting his supernal status. He who scorns the divine has taken on the posture of an acolyte. An act befitting a lifelong blasphemer, you suppose. 

Anaxa speaks your full name, each syllable rolling off his tongue like honey. 

“Should you leave, I’ll hasten the eschaton of this world by aiding the black tide.” 

“... And you claim you haven’t ‘lost it?’” 

“Not yet,” he murmurs against your inner wrist. “You’re still here.” 

“What you said could warrant execution.” 

“I prefer to die having had you for myself than to live apart.” 

“You’re mad.” 

“As the progenitor, can a malady fault its symptoms for existing?” 

“Casuistry at its finest.” 

Anaxa finally relinquishes his hold, but not without kissing your racing pulse. 

“Be critical of me all your days, I’ll delight in the offense.” 

You bring your hands to your chest, the skin he lavished in affection tingling. Your head is spinning, like he shifted the world on its axis. His eye scalds you, his magenta pupil burning hot with unrestrained fervor. There's no room for compromise. He will see his designs made manifest or immolate this dying world to punish your rejection.

"What will it be?" he asks.

You close your eyes, unable to withstand his smoldering gaze any longer.

"... My place is by your side, professor."

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The way she wrote mc and tyrian made me so uncomfortable back then, how he was just written like that is just eugh

Hi! I believe I’m the one who wrote the ask abt racism in Tyrian’s arc and I wanted to expand a bit. I’m a hafu and I’m one perspective; I’m not the supreme reference for black issues, but this was prominent enough to make me uncomfortable. 

I can’t say for sure that Noor is racist. I don’t know who she is or what she does or what she believes. But the choices she made created an arc with racist rhetoric. Noor claims that Tyrian’s arc was MC’s ‘Recovery Arc’ (which was poorly done even without the basis of it being in a prince of color’s tale. MC’s condition is literally made up, it doesn’t align with any realistic stress/trauma responses which makes it sooo perfunctory).

She makes the excuse that her story didn’t have the capacity for anything beyond a healing arc, which I am going to charitably assume is fair. She’s not being paid to write, and writers who write for fun aren’t required to constantly give their all. However, it’s the only black prince and one of the only princes of color in this story. Anton, a non-main character, had a more realistic and compelling arc about friendship and trust with MC. Aurelio, a character Noor has claimed to not have thought about at all, had more of an impact on MC than Tyrian ever did. Ty’s arc was literally him taking care of the MC and having his inner conflict solved offscreen. He’s truly treated like a step-stool so MC could speedrun healing from her trauma and go off to 'more important tales'. Noor claimed she’d write about Tyrian in bonus chapters, but that isn’t what anyone wanted: Not me at least. I wanted Tyrian to be important to the story that I cared about as a whole. What am I supposed to surmise from this? That Ty simply wasn’t important enough to be featured in the main story, or to be written with care the first time around?

All of this is to be expected—black characters are sidelined all the time, black people have been excluded in reader insert fanfics for as long as I’ve read them. It becomes a general critique, and sometimes a writer truly doesn't understand the racism internalized in culture. HOWEVER, Noor claimed to be writing a leftist and progressive story. She had BLM on her world issues journal, so I and many others expected her to care about black issues. She didn’t have to write about complex black social issues, she literally just had to write Ty with the same care as the other princes. And she didn’t.

It truly gutted me after I read it. So much that I messaged Noor about how Tyrian’s arc was lackluster. I don’t have the messages between me and her bc Quotev nuked them, but she literally told me that all the research she did was through a couple TikToks complaining that Tiana was a frog for the whole movie. Which is bizarre, but with all this context about her poor research in other arcs, I’m not surprised. I remember feeling like she was talking down to me, like I didn’t understand the issues with Princess and the Frog. It really made me feel dejected.

I fell off the iaptbap train after that arc. I can’t say if this would have been better if she completed what she said she would or not, but seeing how she dealt with Princess Mononoke, I doubt she’d have portrayed it well.

That's all I got I just needed to put my thoughts somewhere

i’m  so  sorry  you  had  to  deal  with  noor’s  insufferable,  condescending  attitude.  i  truly  suspect  she  genuinely  hates  her  audience  because  god,  the  way  she  talks  and  acts?  thank  you  for  sharing  your  thoughts  with  me and another sorry  for  the  long wait,  dearie!  i  immediately  wanted  to  respond  to  this  one,  but  i  needed  to  get  my  other  asks  out  of  the  way  first,  as  well  as  muster  the  resolve  to  reread  tyrian’s  arc  again.  i  finally  have,  and  oh  boy.  oh,  boy,  do  i  have  thoughts!

i  received  a  few  different  asks  about  the  ableism  regarding  the  arc  and  i’d  prefer  not  to  repeat  myself  so  i’m  going  to  solely  focus  on  tyrian  and  my  problems  with  how  he  was  handled.

okay,  a  small  rant  first  because  i  didn't  mention  it  in  your  previous  ask  about  tpatf,  but  noor  gets  information  about  the  villains  wrong,  and  it  drives  me  crazy.

first  of  all,  dr.  facilier  is  not  a  forceful  villain.  it  is  explicitly  stated  that  he  'can't  conjure  a  thing'  for  himself,  only  granting  the  wishes  of  others,  a  subversion  of  the  fairy  godmother  trope.  what  makes  him  appealing  as  a  villain  is  his  ability  to  scheme  and  manipulate  others  out  of  their  money  and  power.  forcing  the  mc  to  become  a  frog  is  the  exact  opposite  of  his  character.

hey  noor,  if  the  witch  doctor  can  forcibly  turn  people  into  frogs,  why  doesn't  she  just  do  it  to  everyone  and  take  over  new  orleans?  did  you  not  consider  the  ramifications  of  this  change?  of  course  you  didn't,  because  you  don't  give  two  shits  about  the  film.

and  where  the  hell  is  lawrence,  prince  naveen’s  servant?  he’s  completely  removed  from  the  arc,  but  mc  makes  no  mention  of  him,  merely  that  dr.  facilier  uses  a  cloning  spell.  which?  no?  the  blood  is  used  to  disguise  lawrence  as  prince  naveen;  he  is  not  a  clone.  you  would  know  this  if  you  rewatched  the  damn  movie,  yoU  HACK——

cough.  sorry.  i  just  care  about  these  movies,  and  it  irritates  me  when  people  can't  do  the  bare  minimum  and  revisit  the  source  material.  okay,  now  we'll  discuss  tyrian.

first,  noor  doesn’t  get  a  pass  from  me  for  refusing  to  properly  adapt  the  film  because  she  didn’t  have  to  do  the  princess  and  the  frog  then.  she  herself  admitted  that  and  should  have  just  adapted  a  few  disney  films,  but  no  one  was  holding  a  gun  to  her  head  and  forcing  her  to  do  more.  sure,  she's  a  fic  writer  and  doesn't  have  to  produce  high-quality  work,  but  it  doesn't  excuse  her  decisions.  and,  hey,  i’m  a  fanfic  writer  myself,  and  i  can  tell  you  exactly  how  i’d  handle  her  situation.

she  wants  a  recovery  arc?  fine. 

this?  cut  it  out.  instead,  the  bookkeeper  flatly  refuses  to  let  mc  enter  the  next  story,  and  she  takes  on  the  role  of  caretaker.  during  the  fairytales,  we  are  naturally  more  invested  in  the  princesses  instead  of  any  world  building,  thus  a  filler  arc  between  the  tales  is  ideal  for  this  type  of  exposition.  here,  we  can  discover  more  about  the  book  tower  itself,  strengthen  the  bond  between  mc  and  the  bookkeeper,  and  expand  our  understanding  of  mc  by  learning  more  about  her  past.  now  instead  of  having  it  in  the  main  storyline,  noor  can  include  the  princess  and  the  frog  as  a  side  story  and  take  her  time  properly  adapting  it. 

oh,  but  noor  wants  to  include  tyrian  in  the  main  storyline?  doesn't  seem  like  it  because  she  chose  to  shove  him  aside  and  concentrate  only  on  mc,  but  you  know  what?  we  can  have  that  too. 

there  is  a  common  adage  in  musical  theater  that  goes,  "if  you're  too  emotional  to  speak,  you  sing,  and  if  you're  too  emotional  for  words,  you  dance."  sideways  cites  this  in  his  video  about  the  failure  of  the  live-action  mulan  movie.  he  continues  by  saying  that  if  you  are  going  to  adapt  a  musical  but  remove  the  music,  you  must  substitute  the  musical’s  musical  sequences  with  equally  emotional  scenes.

this,  in  my  heart,  is  true  for  any  adaptation  of  a  work  that  removes  pivotal  elements.  since  the  majority  of  great  stories  are  written  so  that  each  component  fits  together  like  a  puzzle,  anything  that  is  changed  must  either  serve  the  adaptation  or  be  replaced  with  something  equally  worth  while.  otherwise,  your  audience  will  be  left  with  empty  scenes,  and  you  don't  want  that  to  happen.

so,  how  do  we  adapt  the  princess  and  the  frog  but  keep  tyrian  as  a  human?  easy,  give  mc  and  tyrian  a  different  curse. 

we  transition  into  the  princess  and  the  frog  at  the  end  of  mc’s  recovery  arc,  where  she  falls  asleep  and  wakes  up  in  a  1920s  jazz  club,  with  dr.  facilier  sitting  opposite  from  her.  we  learn  that  facilier  is  sentient,  but  she  manages  to  persuade  mc  into  believing  she’s  innocent,  merely  concerned  for  her  wellbeing.  they  have  a  light  discussion  until  facilier  makes  an  irresistible  offer:  granting her  true  heart’s  desire.  perhaps  to  see  her  beloved  miriam  once  more?  or,  to  freely  love  without  worrying  she’ll  be  shackled  to  a  wall?  to  go  back  in  time  and  make  sure  she  does  everything  the  right  way? 

i’m  not  sure  what  mc’s  wish  will be,  but  whatever  deal  she  strikes,  it  must  go  horrifically  wrong.  she  was  blind  to  her  gifts,  so  she  got  what  she  wanted  and  lost  what  she  had.  we  discover  tyrian (and possibly the other princes)  has  also  been  impacted  by  whatever  curse  has  been  placed  on  mc,  and  the  two  of  them  must  journey  together  to  find  mama  odie,  the  only  person  who  can  break  the  spell. 

here,  we  can  omit  almost  all  of  the  film’s  content  but  replace  it  with  a  compelling  storyline.  now,  we'll  get  an  enemies-to-lovers  arc  with  tyrian  and  mc  instead  of  endless  pages  of  just  sitting  in  a  room  together!  it’ll  be  much  more  difficult  for  her  to  fix  him  with  a  couple  speeches  when  he  won't  listen  to  anything  she  says,  because  he’ll be  rightfully  pissed  at  her  for  making  a deal  with  the  shadow  woman  and  involving  him  in  it.  like  in  the  original  film,  mc  and  tyrian  are  going  to  grow  as  people  together. 

and  i  really  can't  stress  that  ‘together’  part  enough.  see,  you  pointed  out  something  very  important  here:

Ty’s arc was literally him taking care of the MC and having his inner conflict solved offscreen. He’s truly treated like a step-stool so MC could speedrun healing from her trauma and go off to 'more important tales'.

first,  i  love  love  love  that  you  mentioned  the  way  noor  ignored  tyrian’s  internal  conflict  because  its  just  plain  bad  writing!  unlike  vanity  or  a  short  fuse,  mental  illness  is  not  a  character  flaw.  although  it  may  create  a  flaw,  such  as  extreme  distrustful  paranoia  brought  on  by  panic  disorder,  mc’s  recovery  is  by all means  an  external  conflict.  it’s  a  plot  development  giving  the  fic  conflict  and  drive,  but  we  aren't  really  delving  into  a  theme  with  her.

so  please  tell  me  why.  tell  me  why  noor  decided  it  was  a  good  idea  to  ignore  tyrian’s  character  growth,  which  is  the  true  heart  of  the  film  she's  adapting,  in  favor  of  focusing  on  the  mc’s  external  conflict.  any  writer  worth  their  salt  would  immediately  advise  you  to  invert  the  two.  the plot should come second to the themes! like,  you  couldn't  think  of  a  way  to  develop  tyrian  other  than  delivering  him  the  moral  lesson  directly?  "i’m  too  lazy,"  isn't  an  excuse  for  poor  writing!

second,  as you caught onto, this  method  of  using  black  characters  as  “stepping  stools”  with  tyrian  is  a  combination  of  the  disposable  black  girlfriend  trope  and  the  magical  negro  trope. 

for  those  who  don't  know,  the  disposable  black  girlfriend  trope  is  when  a  black  character  is  introduced  as  a  "stand-in"  love  interest  before  the  non-white  protagonist's  real,  white  endgame  love  interest.  think  simon  garnette  from  the  good  place,   amber  from  invincible,  and  angela  from  boy  meets  world.  not  a  relationship  the  audience  is  intended  to  root  for,  but  rather  a  side  dish  to  the  main  course,  and  at  worst  a  roadblock  you're  meant  to  hate.

in  contrast,  the  magical  negro  trope  depicts  a  wise,  patient  black  character  who  aids  the  white  protagonist  by  using  their  magic  or  special  insight.  there’s  little  to  no  exploration  about  their  past  or  character,  and  they’ll  never  save  the  day  on  their  own,  because  their  entire  character  will  revolve  around  helping  the  white  protagonist.  not  heroes,  but  servants. 

both  tropes  involve  these  character  acting  as  merely  plot  devices  to  help  further  develop  the  white  protagonists. you’re  not  supposed  to  empathize  with  them  as  human  beings  because,  to  a  white  audience,  the  less  human  a  black  character  is——whether  from  removing  their  autonomy,  emotions,  or  strife——the  more  desirable  they  become.  and  more  importantly,  you  get  the  points  of  depicting  a  black  character  on  screen  while  discarding  them  to  help  prop  up  the  more  important,  more  vital  white  characters.  it’s  the  illusion  of  representation  without  the  actual  work  behind  it. 

naturally,  we  can  all  see  a  problem  with  noor’s  decision  to  exploit  the  sole  black  prince's  magical  talents  to  help  the  mc,  then  plan  on  never  bringing  him  back  into  the  main  storyline.  you  could  substitute  tyrian  with  any  of  the  good  princes  while  keeping  the  magic  food,  and  almost  nothing  would  change.  a  complete  and  total  waste  of  a  character. 

and  then  she  has  the  audacity  to  say  it  simply  couldn’t  be  helped.  ooo,  i  should've  cussed  her  out  when  i  had  the  chance—— 

finally,  i’ve  only  seen  one  other  person  mention  this,  so  i  saved  it  for  last  since  it  truly  surprised  me.  uhm,

THIS  IS  CREEPY AND HARASSMENT!?!?!

i  cannot  describe  the  sheer  agony  i  was  in  while  reading  through  all  of  this.  not once! not once does tyrian ever state he’s comfortable with mc’s romantic advances! mc  herself  acknowledges  she’s  acting  disgusting  but  it’s  handwaved  off  that  it’s  because  she’s   mentally  ill  and  experiencing  love  potion  withdrawals.  which is hardly justifiable when no  one ever  challenges  her  gross  behavior!  if  anything,  you’re  meant  to  make  you  feel  sorry  for  her  because,  well,  look  at  how  much  she  hates  herself!  she  just  help  but  do  all  these  disgusting,  immoral  acts.

i’m  sorry,  but  why  is  it  suddenly  acceptable  for  mc  to  assault  tyrian  by  kissing  him  without  his  consent,  but  phillip  and  florian  are  prime  evil  for  saving  their  lover's  life?  oh,  it’s  okay  for  mc  to  constantly  harass  tyrian  with  romantic  advances  because  he’s  in  love  with  her?  that  is  textbook  incel  shit.  i’m  sure  we  can  all  understand  that  if  this  was  a  male  mc  absolutely  none  of  this  shit  would  fly.  fuuuck  iaptbap  mc,  all  my  homies  hate  iaptbap mc.

princess  tiana,  baby,  i  am  so  sorry  that  woman  got  her  nasty  mitts  on  you.  thank  the  heavens  noor  will  never  write  another  disney  princess  again. 

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I didn't remember it being that bad 😭😭

people  will  say  how  iaptbap  was  so  good,  one  of  the  best  fics  on  quotev,  and  then  i  look  back  at  the  writing  and  it’s 

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And somehow, I am both.

There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

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Becoming a writer is great because now you have a hobby that haunts you whenever you don’t have time to do it

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me as a writer

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Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

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hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

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Kyren x reader — A moment straight out of a dream

A short sfw one-shot of a character in a story named Synchrosoul by artemiz in Quotev! I am absolutely OBSESSED with that work.

AO3 version is here.

Warning(s): Obsessive behavior, suggestive (if you squint hard enough), and short descriptions of violence.

He had dreamt of this moment for so long, ever since you freed him from that backdoor hell, he found himself falling deeper and deeper for you. Being around you, lingering near you, watching you as player after player took you away from him. It was unbearable, painful even. Greedy things, it disgusted him. Whenever the thought of a player—those vile creatures—having so much audacity to even consider using you for their own amusement, made him furious. To the point that he could feel the sensation of bile crawling out of his stomach, even though he had none to begin with. Those... things only saw you as something to be toyed with, have their fun, then leave you once they're done.

That was why he had to get rid of them. They were taking you away from him! His world, his everything. It was their fault for even thinking that in the first place. And now, with those annoying pests gone, he could finally have you. Worship your very being, his goddess, his light. At first you relented, resisted him, stabbed him with your words when you had realized he had kept you from going out of your realm. It had hurt him, despair consuming his accursed existence when he witnessed it at the start. To see your beautiful face, once filled with smiles and care, contorted into something hateful no doubt broke him a little bit inside—at least what's left of it. A scornful expression didn't suit you, but the one you had now definitely did.

Face flushed, as shallow breaths worked their way through you. Even when you're breathing, you look so effortlessly divine. It took him everything he had to restrain himself. He shouldn't rush, especially after he had just gained your trust. In a delicate motion, he took your palm, kissing the knuckles of your hand. The same knuckle that punched his face a few months prior, in spite of that, he didn't mind. Yes, it brought him pain, but that was the only time you had willingly touched him. So he cherished the moment, holding it close to his heart made of corrupted code. Full of happiness, he murmured. “I have been waiting for this moment for so long,” eyes full of glee, he continued. “To have your warmth surround me. My dear, you're so soft, I simply cannot get enough. Even when you're breathing, you never fail to make me swoon.”

His voice, ever so gentle, was so full of love it bordered onto obsession. Accompanied with his expression, even to the most oblivious could tell he was completely enamoured with you. With careful fingers, he opened your clenched fist. Exposing your palm against his. Still somewhat coherent, you watched in silence, observing him for something. The glint present in his eyes dimmed a little, he could never know what goes through that head of yours. But it was evident that you hadn't accepted him fully, though he was willing to wait. He would do anything, just for you and only you. “You are my heaven, the only reason why I am here. And, if time is the only price in order to gain your love, then it's a sacrifice I'm prepared to take.”

With that, he pressed his cold lips against your warm lifelike flesh, a soft exhale escaping from his nose. Closing his eyes, he dipped his head towards your chest, arms wrapping around your waist. Satiated by the kiss you two shared moments before. If he focused on the moment enough, the way you froze before awkwardly returning the kiss. The way your lovely face turned red, eyes wide in confusion and uncertainty, then maybe it would make the gnawing urge to go further located deep within him to stop. He was content inside your arms, the only cage he wouldn't mind being trapped in. His dearest, his love, his muse. Oh, had he dreamt of this moment.

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as  much  as  i  sympathize  with  the  readers  who’ve  devoted  their  time  to  supporting  iaptbap,  i  think  it’s  in  poor  taste  to  say  you  want  the  fic  to  continue. 

think  about  it:  who  would  write  the  story  in  lavenoor’s  absence?  someone  who  lavenoor  gives  the  account  to,  a  friend  who  has  chosen  to  maintain  contact  with  a  groomer?  not  to  mention  how  the  victim  would  feel  if  their  groomer's  fic  continues  to  receive  love  and  attention  despite  the  author  telling  a  child  she  wanted  to  date  them.

i’m  urging  everyone  to  please  write  your  own  fic.  fuck  the  feelings  of  a  groomer  who  didn’t  apologize  and  ran  away  when  she  was  outed — she  does  not  own  the  concept  of  a  yandere  disney  princess  harem  isekai.  not  like  she  can  stop  you  from  writing  your  own  fic  unless  she  decides  to  not  be  a  coward  and  face  what  she  did  head-on.  stop  looking  to  her  for  content  since  i  can  promise  that  every  single  one  of  you  can  write  something  far  superior  to  any  slop  that  groomer  put  out.  let  iaptbap  die  and  fuck  lavenoor

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speak up Noor

Uh, Lavenoor, on the 24th of March you said you'd give a longer response after your exams, the week after. Its been been nearly three weeks babes. Considering how serious these allegations are, its surprising that you've been so quiet. It feels cowardly. Ur apology to the victim was kinda ass too so I was expecting more in the longer response that you had promised.

You started IAPTBAP 4 years ago. You've had so many long term fans that have followed you for years (sum of them probably spent their whole teenhoods being inspired by u and ur work).

You owe them SOMETHING. You don't even have to continue the story if you don't want to (since your last update was more then a year ago, we're just all sort of assumed you've abandoned it). But you need to come out with some sort of explanation that isnt half assed and a GENUINE APOLOGY TO THE VICTIM. Otherwise our last memory of you will be these grooming allegations, and the only thing we'll take away from everything is UR INABILITY TO ADMIT THAT YOU ARE IN THE WRONG. And that you don't know how to take accountability for your actions.

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Hey, so for the IAPTBAP fans who are currently mourning the fanfic because the writer is... shitty to put it nicely enough, I want to remind you all that Lavenoor wasn't the first to write a Disney genderbent fanfic, and won't be the last to write a Disney gender bent fanfic. the characters DON'T belong to her, they belong to Disney ffs. I encourage you all to rewrite the story, start it from scratch, and let's make a beautiful creation from it!

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Sorry to bother you, but do you have a link to that one post you made on Twitter about making your own custom breaks on ao3? I thought I bookmarked it but now I can't find it. 😩

here’s the link!

how to make custom page dividers on ao3

(1) find or make your image

there are free use page dividers available on google. you can search to get ideas. the trick is to get it to the size you want in your chosen editing program, and to make the background transparent. select > color range is much more efficient than using the wand tool. 

tip: keeping it monochrome and keeping the background and inner details transparent is helpful to people who use skins with a different background color!

(2) upload it somewhere

i use tumblr since it’s quick and fast. save as draft or load it to a separate page on a theme or really anything you want. just get that baby uploaded and copy the url. 

(2.5) (optional) add ao3′s in-house page separator 

ao3 calls this “horizontal line” and it’s useful because it can help you denote where you’ll put your new code because its html tag is <hr /> which is easily searchable in the mess of html you’re going to have to sort through. it looks like this:

(3) put in the page divider.

so now on your uploaded fic you’ll want to go to the html tab instead of the rich text tab and put in your coding. it will look like <center><img src=“whatever the url of your uploaded page divider is” alt=“Page Divider” width=“30%” /></center>

the img src is the image. the alt=“Page Divider” is so screen readers won’t get confused and will just say “page divider” when they come across it. the width tag you can mess with as much as you want until you find a size that works for you! you can switch back and forth between rich text and html to see how it looks as you’re working. this just ensures that no matter how wide the person has the page (desktop vs mobile, for example, it will stay the same size in comparison to the page:

(4) add it everywhere

if you went through and added the horizontal line page divider, this will be easy. just search control+F for <hr /> and replace it everywhere you find it. 

and that’s it!! you’re done!! here are some examples of what you can do with it:

have fun with it!!

warning: ao3 likes to add random paragraph tags around these page dividers. i’m sure there’s a way around this by moving where the <center> tag is or something else but i’ve always had to go through and delete extra spaces that pop up around it when i edit my fic. that’s why it’s best to save your custom dividers for the last step. beware!! it’s not a big deal but watch out for it.

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Hello. I made this account to spread awareness on lavenoor. I don't want anyone to be harrassed; I made this to share my experience and shed light on what happened to me.

Warning for talk of grooming in the document.

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NOOOOOOOO MY FAVORITE QUOTEV STORY GOT DELETED 😭😭😭

I am MOURNING at the loss of one extraordinary fanfiction about genderbend versions of Disney characters. (It's a guilty pleasure okay). And yes, I know that the author has the right to either continue their story or delete forever. But DAMN did it hurt when I find out that they deleted it.

Though, with that said, I really hope the author is doing well. They haven't been updating for a while now, and the last post on their account was something along the lines of med school, exams, and stressful life in general. Again, I just hope that life's been and will continue to be merciful towards them, they definitely need it.

SCRATCH THAT. I hope their choice of career is pointless and unforgiving to the point it sucks the passion to keep on living from them.

Update:

That was minutes BEFORE I found out that they were a groomer. For more context, refer to this link

Because I swear for the life of me, I cannot do it justice and explain it here. I'm horrible at that. Again, as the original poster of that link. Don't use this as an excuse to harass @lavenoor because 1.) That's dumb and 2.) you sort of can't now.