#since they are also specifically mentioned here

[vainvenus]

code red. | charles leclerc + alexandra saint mleux | pt.1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Synopsis: You and Charles meet up for lunch to get to know each other and shake off any awkwardness before the season starts.

Includings: Charles centered chapter, pretty fluffy, gentle teasing, subtle comforting + flirting, anxious behavior, themes of self doubt, charlie and alex being obsessed

An: Don't worry guys well get some Alex and reader love soon, trust

@samantha-chicago

Monaco was unusually calm for a weekend. The sun warm, breeze light, the quiet hum of city life drifting through the air like background music.

Charles sat at a corner table of a small, tucked-away café just above the harbor. The kind of place tourists rarely found. The kind of place with iron chairs that creaked a little and tomato plants growing in clay pots against the wall.

He had suggested, said that it wouldn't be too packed since it wasn't a local spot. He knew that you would like the sound of that.

He got there early. Water glass half-empty, thumb tapping nervously against the table.

And then you arrived.

Not loud. Not even dressed to impress. Just… there.

You were wearing a soft cream sweater tucked into dark jeans, your styled simply yet unintentionally graceful. You looked like you were trying not to draw attention, though Charles had a hard time looking away.

He stood as you approached, offering a small, warm smile.

“Hi." You said softly.

“Bonsoir. You found it okay?”

You nodded, fingers brushing against the sleeve of your sweater.

He gestured to the seat across from him. ���I figured somewhere off-grid would be better than a packed touristy cafe.”

You sat carefully glancing away from him, as if you were afraid the chair might not be meant for you.

“Thank you. It’s…nice. Quiet.”

Charles smiled. “I thought that might be your style.”

You blinked at him. “You did?”

He gave a sheepish shrug. “I may have…looked through your page a little. I'm also good at reading people.”

Your eyes dropped to the table. “My page PR stuff mostly.”

“It still tells you something." He said gently. “The photos you keep versus the ones you post. I wonder what photos you keep for just your eyes.”

"Maybe one day you'll see." You murmured and he smiled at that.

He let you study the menu without pushing. When the waiter came, you asked for a specific kind of pasta, asking for light cilantro. Your voice just above a whisper. Charles ordered for himself then folded his hands loosely on the table.

“How're you liking Monaco so far?” He asked, leaning in a little.

“Oh it's gorgeous. I haven't been back for a while but I'm here visiting a friend.” You replied. "Trying to decide if I should get a home here."

“You should." He said. "Most of the drivers live here and it'd make it easier for you to connect with them. Plus, no taxes." He joked with a small chuckle.

And although he mentioned you connecting with the other drivers he hated the thought of that. You didn't need to socialize with anyone else on the grid besides him.

“I just don’t want to be recorded all the time." You sighed. "I know Monaco has no paparazzi but...it's like a gold mine to find a driver.”

Charles tilted his head. “You should get used to it.”

Your lips pressed into a tight line. He backtracked, voice softening.

“I just mean…it’s not something you can stop now. You’re with Ferrari. That alone makes people watch, living in Monaco wouldn't change much."

You looked up at him slowly. “I didn’t expect them to pick me.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not…loud or flashy like the other rookies this year. It kind of makes me feel like I'm falling behind or something." You sighed.

Charles leaned forward, his voice low. “You don’t have to be loud to be great. You're a F2 champion, that says enough."

You blinked at him. For a moment, you looked like you didn’t believe him. But your shoulders relaxed just a little.

When lunch arrived the conversation stayed light. He asked about your favorite circuits, your earliest memories of karting, what your helmet colors meant.

You didn’t offer stories unless asked, but when you did, they were quietly poetic. Little glimpses of long nights in cold paddocks. Mornings where your dad made you coffee before races. The moment you got the call from Ferrari and didn’t speak for ten seconds because you thought it was a mistake.

Charles listened like every word mattered. Because to him, it most certainly did.

At one point, you paused mid-bite, eyes flicking toward the sidewalk.

There were two people with phones out, casually pretending not to take pictures.

You shrank slightly into your chair, keeping your gaze down on your plate as you spun your fork around your food.

Charles noticed instantly.

“Hey.” He said softly. “You okay?”

You nodded, lips pressed together in a thin line before you glanced back over at the window.

He followed your gaze, then turned back to you.

“You’ll get used to it.” He said gently.

You were used to the fame from F2 from F1 was other worldly. The fans were so much more intense and unapologetically themselves in the worst ways sometimes. “The cameras. The looks. The attention. It’s annoying, but it’s part of it now.”

You looked down. “I don’t want people making things up. I've seen so many gossip pages and I don't want to cause a problem for my PR team already."

“They will anyway." He said with a shrug. Charles had had his fair share of tabloids that spewed rumors that were far from the truth. “Let them. You just stay exactly like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like you." He said simply. “You don’t need to worry about rumors when you know the truth and when you know who you are."

You raised a brow. "Which is?"

He paused, giving you a once-over that lingered just a second too long before his eyes found yours again.

Warm, full of something soft and kind. Like he was looking at the girl who didn’t just hang the moon and stars, but made the whole sky spin just for him "Perfect. Ferrari wouldn't have signed you if they thought otherwise.”

You stared at him for a moment, something unreadable flickering in your eyes.

Then you smiled.

Small, real, and almost private.

“Thank you.”

The silence after was warm.

When the check came, Charles didn't even allow you to look at it before he snatched it up and pulled out one of his cards from his wallet. And when you tried to offer your card, Charles just shook his head with that teasing glint in his eye.

"Charles! I can pay for my own meal." You shook your head as he had a tight hold on the check, waving his hand as you tried to give him your card.

“I'm paying and that's final.” He said, leaning back. “You can pay me back by not outqualifying me at Australia.”

You laughed like really laughed. For the first time that day.

And Charles? He could've recorded it and listened to it every single day.

★

The door hadn’t even clicked shut before Alexandra called from the kitchen, “Well?”

Charles let out a soft laugh, tossing his keys into the dish by the entry. “You didn’t even give me time to take off my shoes.”

“Because I know you.” She said, poking her head around the corner, a grin already forming. “You’re smiling.”

“I always smile.”

“Not like that,” She teased, setting down her glass and leaning against the counter. “That’s a she’s so pretty and I’m a little obsessed smile.”

Charles didn’t deny it. He walked into the kitchen, still in his jacket, hair a little windblown. His face had that softness it always carried when something— or someone got under his skin in the best way.

“She’s…” He paused, looking for the right word. “Quiet. Really quiet. But in a way that makes you want to wait for what she’ll say next.”

Alex's brow lifted. “So a little mysterious?"

“She barely talked unless I asked, but when she did—” He shook his head with a smile, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge. “It’s like she’s scared to take up space. But she should.”

Alex’s grin grew. “You’re whipped.”

"How could I not be? She's...perfect."

Alexandra couldn't help the smile continued to grow on her lips. “What’d you talk about?”

“Karting. Her helmet design. Her reaction to being told the news. How she doesn’t like people looking at her.”

“Rotten luck.” Alex said, hopping up to sit on the counter. “She’s with Ferrari. They’re going to look.”

“I told her that." Charles said, smiling like he still hadn’t quite come down from it. “Told her she didn’t need to change. That she already belongs.”

There was a small beat of silence before Alex said, “You’re already so protective.”

He gave a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “She just makes you want to be.”

Alexandra huffed. “I want to meet her.”

Charles hummed. "You will, mon amour. You will."

There was a beat of silence before Alex spoke again.

“Do you think she knows how cute she is?”

Charles looked away with a soft chuckle, then back to Alex. “I don’t think she knows anything good about herself. From how talented she is to how cute she is."

And that sat between them for a moment. A quiet truth neither of them liked.

Alexandra slid off the counter and touched his arm. “Then lucky for her, she has us.”

"Lucky indeed."

[emskryptonite]

Heartbreak

a/n: ahhhhhh my first fic here!!! i'm a teensy bit nervous but mostly excited!! this was written for my bestie @heartsforjh but i hope everyone enjoys it!! also just a psa: if you enjoy feel free to drop a follow! my inbox is always open so feel free to come chat whenever!! MWAH ❤️

Summary: Being best friends with Dick Grayson was easy, and falling in love with him was even easier. Everything gets a lot more complicated, though, when you realize you have a disease that can only form through unrequited love.

Pairing(s): Dick Grayson x fem!Queen!reader, Wally West x fem!Queen!reader if you really squint

Word Count: 3.6k

Content/Warnings: Hanahaki AU, unrequited love, angst, not really any comfort, Dick isn't present the entire way through (mostly by mentions until the end), not proofread, reader is described at Oliver Queen’s daughter but it only says it once (i think) so it’s easy to ignore (otherwise could be read as gn!reader), I think that's all but if I missed something let me know!!

You really shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course, only you could love someone so strongly, despite the feelings not being returned, that you would contract a disease so rare that some people still think it to be folklore. 

You met Dick Grayson when the both of you were nine, right after Bruce adopted him and he officially became Bruce’s ward. The billionaire had wanted the young boy to have a few friends his age, hoping it would help him adjust. So, he got Barry Allen to bring over his nephew, Wally West, and Oliver Queen to bring over his daughter, you. The rest was history after that; you were three peas in a pod, rarely ever seen without the other two. 

You suppose it was inevitable for you to fall for one of the two boys as you all grew older, and of course, it had to be Dick. How couldn’t it be, though? He was effortlessly beautiful, and he knew all the best ways to make you laugh. He brightened up the room every time he walked in, having the radiance and the gravitational pull of the sun. Wally was wonderful in every way, no matter how talkative he can be, but Dick Grayson is just way too easy to love.

Unfortunately for you, you would spend the majority of your teen years loving him from a distance, while he spent the majority of his going from relationship to relationship. You had been forced to watch from the sidelines as he went from one girl to the next, and of course, you couldn’t even hate a single one of them because heaven forbid he dated outside of your extensive friend group. From Zatanna to Barbara to Kori, you stood aside and watched the boy you love fall in love with others over and over and over again. Eventually, you had sort of made peace with it; that is, until last week when you coughed up a flower petal.

You were nothing short of confused as you stared at the pink petal resting in your palm. Honestly, you weren’t even sure what type of flower the petal was from at first. It took days of research to find out that it belonged to a primrose. Shortly after, the internet informed you that primroses (specifically pink ones) are often a representation of unrequited love, and that’s when it clicked for you.

You were quite the reader; your father highly encouraged gaining as much knowledge as possible. You read about the disease before, but you, like most of the world, believed it to be a made-up story, something to ease the minds of people whose love isn’t returned. You figured it was a sort of legend, thought up to more or less say, “Yeah, sure, they don’t love you back, but hey, at least you don’t have flowers growing from your lungs because of it!” Except, you do. You do have flowers growing in your lungs, taking up all the space where the air you breathe in should be. 

Since you had read up on the disease years ago, you were more than aware of the two options you have treatment-wise. You could get surgery before the plant grows too large, but you’d lose all memory of the person you love. That means you wouldn’t remember a single minute of the time you’ve spent with Dick, none of the laughs, none of the tears, none of the slow patrol nights spent on rooftops, knowing one of you shouldn’t have left your city to go hang out with the other. Besides, what does that mean for Wally? Half of your memories with him overlap with half your memories of Dick. Would there just be bits of your friendship that you would never be able to recall?

As unnerving as all of that is, and as much as you don’t want to lose your memories, you know the only other option is letting the plant continue to grow until it completely takes over. Yeah, you could either completely forget the person you love the most (and quite possibly parts of other relationships you have), or you could die because a primrose plant took over your lungs. 

Of course, there technically is a cure, but you’re not getting your hopes up any time soon. If the one you love gives you a confession, a real one, one that they mean, the plant will die, and you’ll go back to life as normal. However, you’ve silently loved Dick Grayson for ten years now. You’ve watched as he’s loved every girl your age except for you for ten years now. If he wanted you, he would’ve made his move by now. 

You know what your options are, but more importantly, you know that no one under any circumstances can know of your condition.

Wally found out. You swore you could make it through one movie night, but halfway through the first movie, the coughing started, and but the time it stopped, you’d coughed up two entire flowers’ worth of petals. Wally was freaked out at first, to say the least.

“Oh, my god. Are you alright? You could’ve told me you were sick. We could’ve just reschedu- Are those flower petals? Where did flower petals come from?” His voice halts to a stop when he sees the drained look on your face as you stare up at him. “Are- Are they from you?” His brows are high on his forehead, and you can’t help the guilt that crawls up your spine from making him worry.

“Wally, please don’t worry-” He’s quick to cut you off.

“Don’t worry? You’re coughing up flower petals! Why would I not worry about that? You know what? I’m calling Dick. You’ll listen to him.”

“No!” His head snaps toward your direction, “You can’t tell Dick! Please don’t tell Dick, Wally.” Tears are brimming in your eyes now, and it breaks Wally’s heart a bit.

“Okay. Okay, I won’t tell him, but you’ve gotta tell me what’s going on, alright? We’re best friends, so whatever this is, I’m gonna help you through it. That’s what I’m here for.”

You hesitate, but you know deep down that you need the help and, more importantly, the reassurance. “Alright, I’ll tell you everything, but I’m being serious, Wallace, this stays between us. No one else can know.” You level him with a glare, letting him know how serious you are.

“You have my word.”

“I, um, I have this really rare disease. It’s called Hanahaki. Basically, when you really love someone and they don’t love you back, flowers will begin to grow in your lungs, until eventually, they take over.”

“So, what do we do? Is there a cure? Or- or some kind of treatment?” He shifts closer to you, and you see the worry deep in his eyes again.

“The only real cure is if the person I love feels the same way and confesses to me, but I know he doesn’t. So, that’s off the table,” you sigh.

“So, what’s left. You just deal with this forever?”

“Not exactly…” You trail off a bit. “I could have surgery done to remove the plants from my lungs, but in doing so, I would lose all memories of the person I’m in love with.”

“I’m assuming you don’t want to do that, then?”

“No. Not particularly.”

“Where does that leave us- you?”

You stare at Wally for a long moment, knowing that the next thing that comes out of your mouth just might break him. You don’t want to hurt your friend, but you know that he deserves to know. “The flowers will eventually take over my lungs, and I’ll… I’ll die, Wally.”

“What?” He stands from the couch, his voice rising once more. “So, that’s it then? I just have to sit around and watch my best friend die! You can’t do that to me, to any of us! You have to get the surgery. There’s no way this person is that significant. I’ll help you recover. I’ll-”

“It’s Dick.”

His head whips in your direction once more, the worry and stress on his face giving way to something more solemn, more serious, so not Wally. “What?” He practically whispers the word, more shocked than you thought he would be. Apparently, you had hidden this crush pretty well.

“I’m in love with Dick. That’s why I don’t wanna forget. I can’t- I can’t forget him, Wally. I can’t.” You’re breaking down now, and your best friend is quick to gather you into his arms, reclaiming his seat on the couch.

“That’s why you didn’t want him to know. I’m sorry, so so sorry.”

You both know there isn’t much more to be said after that. So, that’s how your movie night ended, with a movie paused halfway through and you curled up in Wally’s arms, crying until you couldn’t anymore. And if Wally shed a few tears of his own after he was sure you were asleep, he’d never tell a soul.

It had been a couple of months since that night, and your condition was worsening. The petals you’d been coughing up were now covered in blood when they surfaced. You knew you were running out of time, but you didn’t want to admit it. 

You had gotten good at dodging Dick’s offers to hang out, and it had gotten easier when he got back together with Kori. There was a small part of you that was hurt, the part that had the tiniest sliver of hope that maybe he did love you back and that all of this would go away soon. Needless to say, that part of you had been squished like a bug. The rest of you, though? The rest of you couldn’t even pretend to be surprised. The rest of you wanted to hate him for not returning your feelings, wanted to blame him for the condition you’re in, but you couldn’t. You know better than anyone that you can’t help how you feel. You can’t help that you love him with every fibre of your being, the same way that he can’t help that he’ll only ever see you as a friend.

The most difficult part of all of this, though, has been avoiding Dick’s family and your own family. They weren’t buying your excuses any longer, and honestly, you were running out of them anyway. You missed them all dearly, so you decided you would just have to tough it up and power through it for the day. Bruce invited you, your dad, and Roy over to the manor for dinner, and you were much more excited than you like to admit. Dick was tied up in Bludhaven, so you didn’t have to worry about him. It was all going so well; you should’ve known that something would go wrong.

“So, Ollie, how is Queen Industries doing?” Ah, yes, you’ve reached the point of the evening where your father and Bruce talk business because they really can’t help themselves. It would’ve been fine, albeit boring, if you and Tim hadn’t started snickering. It choked you up a bit, the air catching in your throat to make it tingle, and then the coughing started. You tried to run to the nearest bathroom, hoping you could hide it, but it was no use. 

This was easily the worst coughing fit you’d ever had, and although it started as the usual bloody petals, it only multiplied from there. You were only able to stop coughing and catch your breath when an entire pink primrose landed on the table in front of you. You slowly look up, taking a weary look at the faces around you through teary eyes. You’re met with nothing but concern and fear, and it makes you feel even worse. You want to say something, to try to make things better, but the room starts spinning. You’re only able to get out one word before you collapse into your father’s arms, “Wally.”

When you wake up, you find Wally on one side of the hospital bed you're on and Roy on the other. You look around to gather your bearings and see your father leaning into Dinah’s arms, most likely for comfort. You can clearly see the concern on everyone’s faces, and that same guilt kicks back up. Sure, it’s not your fault that you’re in this condition, not really, but you should’ve told them, warned them. You know that now.

As you look back at Wally, Roy notices that you’re awake, “Hey, how ya feelin’?” His voice is soft, uncertain.

“Uh, not great, right now.” You wince as the two men help you sit up.

“Yeah, that was pretty scary for us. I can’t imagine how you must’ve felt,” Wally chimes in. It’s that your father realizes you’ve woken up and makes his way to the foot of your bed with Dinah close by. 

“I wish you had told me,” he says, solemnly.

“Dad-”

“No, it’s alright. I know you had your reasons. Bruce looked into your diagnosis and briefed us all. Please, please, tell me you’re getting that surgery.” There are tears in his eyes, and for once, Oliver Queen is struggling to keep it together.

“I, um, no, I hadn’t planned on it.” You turn your head to your left, unable to look your father in the eye.

“Sweetheart-”

“I don’t want to- I can’t forget him, Dad.”

“Honey, I know this person is obviously very important to you, and I understand. I know how it feels to love someone, but think about everyone else in your life. You have so many other people who love you, and it would really hurt them to lose you.” 

The two of you stare at one another for a short while. Your father’s eyes were pleading, silently begging you to consider his side. You were consumed with thoughts, caught in the middle. Finally, you make your decision.

“Alright. I’ll have the surgery, but only on one condition.”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart, I’ll make it happen.”

“I have to talk to Dick. Face to face.”

“Are you sure?” Roy questions from beside you.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go call him now,” Wally says, although he seems a bit unsure.

The next half hour is filled with the others taking turns checking up on you and trying to lift your spirits. At some point during that time, Bruce called Dr. Leslie Thompkins to come perform your surgery, assuming the conversation with Dick goes well. 

It’s nice, really, to have all of them here with you. You’ve missed them the past couple of months, and now more than ever, you regret avoiding them.

Soon enough, the man of the hour walks in, and of course, Kori strolls in behind him. You feel horrible for being so disappointed that she’s here; after all, she probably wanted to check on you as well. You just wish Dick would’ve come by himself. 

Everyone, thankfully, is more than aware that this conversation should be private, and they all leave the two of you alone without having to be asked. The worry is evident on Dick’s face as he nears your bed, and suddenly, you’re not sure if you can hurt him like this. Honestly, no matter which option you go with, it’ll do some damage to your best friend, but which one would be easier for him to recover from?

“Wally said you’re sick? That you collapsed at dinner? What’s going on?” His brows scrunch together, and he reaches his right arm out to lay a hand on your shoulder.

“I, um, I have Hanahaki, Dick. It’s a really rare disease that can only form out of unrequited love.” You play with your fingers in your lap, refusing to look at your best friend.

“So- So you’re in love with someone, and they don’t love you back? Who is stupid enough not to love someone as amazing as you?” He seems utterly shocked, and the irony of his words isn’t lost on you. In fact, it hits you so hard that your throat starts to tingle, and before you know it, you’ve coughed up another whole primrose. You catch a glimpse of Dick’s stunned expression, and you realize just how little he knows.

“I have primroses growing in my lungs. Eventually, they’ll take over, unless he magically begins to love me back.”

“Wha- So, you know he doesn’t? Like for sure. There’s zero chance that this guy returns your feelings.”

“I mean, I haven’t outright asked him, but it’s obvious. He’s never seen me in a romantic light, and he never will.”

“So, what are your options?”

“Well, there’s only one other option, surgery. Dr. Thompkins is actually here to perform it now, but I just wanted to ask your opinion.”

“I’m assuming there’s some kind of downside, then.”

“Yeah. I, uh. I wouldn’t remember him at all.”

“Look, I know this guy is really important to you, and the thought of not remembering him probably really hurts you. But, no matter who this guy is, the rest of us need you here.”

“So, you really think I should go through with the surgery, no matter who the guy is?”

“No matter who it is.” He seems so sure, so confident that this is the right move that you almost want to tell him. You almost do. You lay your right hand over his own, ready to lay out your feelings, to see if that changes his mind, but as soon as you open your mouth, your mind is rushed with memories of every time you had watched him love someone else. You relive every time he called you a “good friend” after you consoled him after a rough breakup. You recall every time he excitedly told you which one of your friends he was dating. It makes you sick to your stomach, and you have to hold back another coughing fit.

“I’ll go through with the surgery then,” you settle for. You give him a tight-lipped smile. You know this would hurt him, but you couldn’t bear to continue to live through the torture of loving him while knowing he’d never truly see you.

Just moments later, your friends and family were ushered away as Dr. Thompkins began to sedate you before the surgery.

“We’ll be right here when you wake up,” Dick smiles warmly at you, attempting to bring you comfort.

You wake a few hours later with a headache, a scratchy throat, and the odd urge to breathe as deeply as you can. You hear people shuffling all around you, checking your vitals, making sure everything has gone well; someone even hands you a glass of water. You take a few sips while your eyes adjust, the blurriness slowly dissipating. When your eyesight is back to normal, you take a slow look around, smiling at the fact that so many people came to be sure you’re alright. 

However, as you glance around, there’s one face that you don’t quite recognize. You don’t question it for the moment. You recognize the woman under his arm as your friend Kori, so you reason that she must have brought her boyfriend along.

You’re quite shocked, however, when he steps forward with a bright smile on his face.

“See! I told you everything would be fine and dandy!”

You furrow your brows, and your head tilts to the side a bit. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

You watch as his face falls, and you notice your best friend, Wally, walking up behind the strange man. The man’s mouth opens like he’s about to say something, but Wally grabs his shoulders, gently tugging him into another room. You shoot your father a curious look, and you receive one that says he’ll fill you in later.

“She was messing with me, right, Wally?” Dick is pacing in front of one of his best friends, hands running through his hair, mind going a thousand miles a minute.

“It was you, Dick.” Wally doesn’t know what else to say. He knows you might be a little mad at him later, but Dick deserves an explanation.

“What?” He turns toward the redhead, breathless.

“She was in love with you. She had been for, like, ten years, since we were teenagers.” Wally watches his friend completely deflate, a man who once brightened up every room he entered, now overcome with the shadow of grief, mourning a friendship that you couldn’t even recall.

“So, she doesn’t remember me at all? We’ve been friends since we were nine, and now there’s just nothing?”

“It looks that way, yeah. I’m so sorry, man.”

“Wait. You knew?”

“Well, I-”

“Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve done something!”

“Don’t act like you’ve been in love with her this whole time! If you were, she wouldn’t have gotten that stupid disease in the first place!”

“I could have tried! I could have- I could have-” Dick cuts himself off mid-sentence, falling to his knees on the floor, tears now streaming down his face. 

Wally is quick to join him, tears quickly welling up in his eyes as well. “I wanted to tell you, man. You have to believe me, but she made me promise not to. And, god, just be glad you didn’t have to see how bad she got. It tore me apart to watch her cough up those petals. I’ve never seen her so worn down.”

“I did that to her…”

“No. C’mon, don’t think like that. Neither of you could help how you felt about one another. I know the situation sucks, but it’s all over now. You guys can start over, let her get to know you again.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I guess so.” As Dick sat there, mourning a friendship that never existed to you, he felt a twisting pain begin to grow in his chest, clawing at his insides, ready to take him down to his lowest level, and he couldn’t help but think about just how much it felt like heartbreak.

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[callingofstars]

for anybody who is a bit lost with the new myriad celestia trailer i gotchu !!

(elaborations below the cut)

in a recent special program the developers said they would be touching on aeon and faction lore more heavily in the main story, and this is what we’re seeing now!

this war of aeons hasn’t just been foretold by one prophecy - since the beginning of the universe, there have been divine forces in preparation for some large-scale calamity that mortals can’t seem to understand yet.

followers of the preservation, namely, try to prepare for this without even knowing what’s going to happen. some pathstriders worship the calamity itself, waiting for all life to end with anticipation. i’m not sure if this event specifically is what they’re talking about here, but it could be.

I WOULD RECOMMEND TURNING ON SUBTITLES BECAUSE OF THIS. absolutely insane lore drop on hoyo’s part, for a couple reasons: the event of the Erudtion’s fall is going to create a chain reaction all throughout the cosmos.

the trailer has also hinted on how Nous falls, mentioning their “end of yearning.” for those unaware, there are three ways an aeon can be killed: in a war between larger aeons, if they stop believing in the path they represent, and a secret third way we are unaware of.

this likely means Nous loses faith or is assimilated into a different path. which in turn is going to mess up some other paths and factions, namely the Masked Fools.

“the fools flounder in tears after the wise have been burned” - this implies the path of Elation is going to suffer after Erudition’s fall, since their abilities are quite literally designed to break logical thinking. the mentions of tears and mourning makes me think that the Mourning Actors are going to play a part in this.

(context: Mourning Actors, though they follow Elation, act as complete opposites to the Fools and remain constantly solemn to act against Aha’s path of laughter)

Jingliu wants to take advantage of this war between aeons to kill even more aeons. the abundance and the hunt have been at war on the Luofu forever, and she implies that the Xianzhou Alliance has the ability to KILL AN AEON. if either Lan or Yaoshi fell, their endless battles would cease and only one would reign over the planet.

do i think this is the “secret third way”? not particularly. but it is extremely interesting for another reason.

ARE WE SEEING THIS????? THE XIANZHOU LUOFU HAS NANOOK’S BLOOD. this is important because, in legend, the aeon of destruction’s golden blood is extremely powerful, and if someone were to drink it, they would undergo some sort of “transformation”.

we don’t know what this means exactly, because as far as my knowledge is concerned nobody has done it. i have a speculation that the trailblazer is very connected to this, but am not sure how yet.

silly mention to the imaginary tree lore :3

also is this implying the fact that some factions believe paths and the imaginary are bad? are people trying to destroy it????? because if so that would be a disaster i think

ALSO THIS. THIS IS EXTREMELY INTERESTING. they’re referring to Phainon, surely, but Amphoreus is the “end of time”? i had always thought of it being a looped memory of the past, but what if it’s the future?

this has ties to other aeons, namely the finality, who exists at the end of time and whispers prophecies of the end to everyone else. basically every divine force agrees that there is a calamity that will kill every god, and it lives at the end of time.

what if this prophecy isn’t referring to an event, but a person who embodies calamity? if the end of time isn’t anything to do with the silver rail or even the universe, but it’s a place where time has no end? LIKE AMPHOREUS?

i’m just thinking. the Erudition seems closest to where Phainon is undergoing his trial right. if Lygus really was an emanator of erudition (might’ve missed a page there but that’s what i gathered). if the “end” has something to do with Phainon.

and we’re gonna have to clean up the cosmos after all of this goes down. sigh

ANYWAYS I AM SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

[xoxo-chrmy]

guys these are all concepts okay..... I'm just sharing ideas so don't throw rocks at me or anything!!! 😸😸😸

Tw; some slight blood mentioned and shown, also possible grammar mistakes, and very sloppy drawings bcuz I finished this all last night 😓😓😓

I did wanted this to be a Gritty VHS-glitch horror with some thriller and mystery mixed with late 2000s dating sim aesthetics aaand the fonts being a distressed typewriter font for narration! the cursor could be a literal knife.. and the sound sfx being a static distortion, a faint heartbeats, and some whispers!! I want this slashfic rpg to be the type of Rpg horror game that will probably have two modes to save some ppl's sanity; Normal Mode or Lovesick Mode! Where basically, Normal mode will be quite forgiving and you will be able to rack up bloodlust points of your favorite slashers which means you will rarely get any death screens! And you get to save! Hooray!

And then Lovesick mode will be the harder mode, as it will be completely unforgiving and harder to raise your bloodlust points with your slashers which means it will also equal into more death screens, and maybeee.. you won't be able to save.. (I'm still debating on this) so you practically have to really think carefully about your choices and making the right call while playing Lovesick mode!

i haven't thought much about the mechanics and other stuff bcuz that costs too much brain power but this is my current idea for the inventory system...! That Darkness Meter in the top right is indeed, based off the time in the early Slashfic eps where we had our darkness rising, and I kind of liked that idea and decided to incorporate it here! The Darkness Meter practically acts like a sanity or mental darkness meter, where it rises with terrifying events that happens or other stuff that can cause your sanity to drain, and if you were to have a very high darkness meter, you'd start to get hallucinations (perhaps of shadow people or the slashers attacking you or whatever) and you will begin to get poor choices with your slashers (or other characters) that won't gain you any affection points whatsoever, and maybe it could equal to a death screen if you were to pick the wrong choice of words (to be fair they'd all be bad choices) but anyways!

Those little paper dividers you see on the side of the inventory are supposed to lead you to different options, i have no idea what the First peach colored divider with the paper icon would lead to but the Second blush colored divider with the heart icon would lead to the Slasher Relationship Tracker! The Third glaucous colored divider with the open book icon would lead to the Collectibles you can collect and lastly the Fourth basil colored divider with the question mark icon would obviously lead to a tutorial for all of the gameplay and stuff!! But now it's time to yap about the Slasher Affection Tracker and Collectibles.. sweats

the current concept of mine for the Slasher Affection Tracker.. is to make it look like a document for now! And these documents will all be personalized by their specific Slashers on the page, like Jay as an example would probably have a bunch of stickers on his! But anywho, basically you'd still have the bloodlust or affection meter on the relationship tracker obviously and I incorporated the meter from Slashfic since I had no clue on how to do mine.. and I wanted to add in the Status, a kill or spare status where you can tell how they feel about you, and so you can know if they plan to kill you any time soon! And lastly the Notes part, which is basically notes abt the slashers that will be written down or added with a sticky note whenever your bloodlust with them gets higher! And it's basically a way to get a quick insight on the slasher's personalities and likes or dislikes, or whatever!! It's supposed to help you understand them better so you know what choices to pick if you were to talk to them!

Now unto the Collectibles!! These would be Fun Items you can collect, or Endings you got after each run.. or Entries on the Slashers, aka, their lore! I keep thinking about how I had to write down their lore and replay some episodes just to get a small tidbit of lore, so I had the idea to actually be able to document and save their lore, via a collection of Entries! Each entry would also be personalized by the characters they're about just like the Slasher Affection Tracker, but this time you can track down and collect entries of their lore, backstory or whatever via polaroid pictures or pages or other stuff! (mostly had this idea just to save some slashfic writers) The endings part of the Collectibles could either be; replaying the ending scenes or it's mostly there for collectible purposes.. but yeah this is still a concept

now on to some gameplay mechanics concepts, since I said I wanted some mystery in this rpg version of slashfic..! yeah you can collect these little clues for ideas on your next objective Incase you didn't have any nor have no clue (maybe the tutorial would point out you'd have to collect clues for your next objective) or even collect some lore tid bits for the bloody entries and other such things! you basically be a little detective when you search around cabins or labs or wtv place you may be in to find some lore or clues..

i initially had the first thought to make it where you'd be able to go into first person mode and your knife cursor turns into a magnifying glass or bloody hand cursor and basically you're playing a point and click game when you're investigating whatever you're investigating.. but I don't know if that'd fit so I scrapped it and kept the 3d rpg feel

now! unto the dialogue mechanics that I had in mind! i think it'd be quite fun where during the dialogue, instead of getting some generic choices you have to click on, you'd have a timer suddenly appearing and you'll actually have to hover your knife cursor over to one of them to pick which of the choices seem like they'd get you any blood points or stuff like that!! there's honestly not much going on but i don't have any ideas yet but this is of course just a concept and a messy doodle of my idea but mb chat!

i also think it'd be quite silly where if you were to run into your slashers in the early start or whenever they're mad or whatever.. you could get attacked or chased! Where a Triangular pair of choices would appear and you'll have to Choose with the same knife cursor between: Fight, Flee, or Talk, all while the same timer would begin to count down but suddenly become all glitchy and then have a shorter time limit, which is intended to make you stressed and dreadful!!

Fight = risk of a death screen, but could gain bloodlust points from specific Slashers

Flee = stamina cost, but could could gain bloodlust points from specific Slashers

Talk = high risk but also a high reward (you have to use your knowledge abt them or their emotion to stop them, even gain bloodlust points!)

And if you were to- let's say, get caught while fleeing, get interrupted and attacked while talking or simply losing when fighting: then a Struggle Bar would appear! The struggle bar is a type of mechanic where you need to tap rapidly on the screen/button mash a keyboard button to be able to run away successfully! so this little game mechanic only appears if you're being attacked by one of the slashers and you'd have to rapidly click a button or rapidly tap the screen until the meter turns full so you will be able to momentarily 'overpower' your foe and be able to live!

yeah this is all I have in mind, I guess I could also show my scrapped ideas for the Saves and Endings Collection but yeah that's it!! i might edit this post when I feel like it but anyhow thanks for reading this concept of Slashfic as an Rpg 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏😸😸😸😸😸😸

i also ran out of images whoops

[thesharktanksdriver]

(English learning anon. Sorry for long ask)

Dante bringing heads of demons in Devil may cry not because he's bored but because he wants to show love towards Honeypie and his demon instinkts are kicking in.

Dante's simp ass definadly at least once hugged Honeypie from behind when they were doing something like they're a couple(probably happened when Honeypie lived with him and were cooking breakfast).

Does Dante have dreams of Honeypie? Like, imagine he has the most gut-wrencing nightmares sandwiched between domestic dreams of him and Honeypie as a maried couple.

Dante and Honeypie have a spare keys to each others house's and Honeypie from time to time comes to Devil may cry in early mornings with eather already prepared breakfast or cooks it in there so Dante would eat something other than pizzas and strawberry sundaes.

If Nero and Honeypie will get the adoption papers imagine how awkward it would be for V and Vergil because that boy whose arm he tore off not only has 50/50% being his nephew or son but is officialy adoptive son of his object of adoration he had since his 19. Probably V will know about it when he was living with Honeypie.

Speaking of Vergil his personality after his "rebirth" is more opened like he is with Comandant in punishing: gray raven colab (he likes Honeypie in every universe (you can skip this -->) (i have an idea/headcanon that every character in fiction that represents a person behind the screen (us) are alternative versions of each other because they're literaly the same, for example: Yuu from Disney: Twisted Wonderland, MC from Obey me!, literaly every reader insert in fanfiction, Nameless hero/our man/our friend from Attack on Titan 2 and Comandant from mentioned above Punishing: gray raven)(sorry for dumping it here)).

If Urizen will see Honeypie he would immediantly gently pick them up in his hands and snuggle to his face, purring(which would sound more like rumble/tractor because his purr mechanism is huge. Dante and Vergil's purrs sound lower than those of normal cats)

Imagine Dante bought Honeypie strawberry scented shampoo and when they hug he turns into a vacuum cleaner.

No worries about long asks! I don’t mind at all, in fact I love that yall feel comfortable enough and like my stuff enough to have questions!

As for the first one yes he absolutely brings demons head because his demonic side interprets it as “showing off for potential mate”. He does this under the excuse of it seeming cool but he really doesn’t want to admit to Honeypie let alone himself that his demonic instincts really kick in overdrive when he’s trying to impress them or get their attention constant

Another yes is he definitely does the hugging from behind when Honeypie cooks for him. It’s cliche as hell but he loves it to death for the sheer closeness and mirage of domestic bliss it gives him alongside it remind of back when his parents were still around. I like to think Dante gets a lot of his clingy affection from Sparda and this is a prime example of it. Both he and Vergil used to be nauseated by how lovely dovey their parents were but now Dante understands it whole heartedly. Along with this he also yells out the cliche “honey I’m home” thing as both an affectionate greeting and a way to tease Honeypie with the nickname they loath once more lol.

Another definite yes! Dante absolutely dreams about Honeypie in both good and bad scenarios. I personally headcanon that Dante suffers a lot from nightmares even later on in his life due to all the unprocessed trauma and grief he’s experienced. Thus it cause many nightmares in return. Honeypie is a subject of which is common for him, specifically scenarios of what if he wasn’t able to save them during the temen-ni-Gru, what if Vergil or Arkham killed th or they simply died from their injuries instead of survive as they had. It haunts him like all his other failures of Gru and Nell. And every time he startles awake and has to remind himself that they’re still alive, that this once when it mattered most he was able to save them. But sprinkled with all the nightmares are occasional good dreams too. Their rather simple ones, sometimes it’s just laying in bed with HP, morning light trickling in as they lay in his arms or times it’s them enjoying a movie on the couch with them nestled up against him occasionally giving a teasing kiss on the crook of his neck. They’re all rather simple and mundane but that’s what he likes about these dreams, he feels like he can just be Dante with them. He’s not tony Redgrave, hell he’s not even Dante son of Sparda, he’s just Dante. The Dante his parents would’ve wanted to see living life normally and in peace, something he can only obtain in dreams and in the small moments of bliss with someone who makes it possible to feel completely and utterly human.

Both definitely have spare keys to each others homes but that’s mostly because A) HP works at dmc which is Dante’s home and B) after the tower incident Dante isn’t taking chances. HP mostly uses the key to get there in the early mornings to do paperwork and sometimes cook for Dante or clean before he’s up.

lol yep definitely would be awkward for V/Vergil that his crush of many many years officially adopted his son even before adding the whole arm thing. If V found the papers he’d be very happy but also internally kicking himself for his complete self’s utter mess he made in the process. I’m not sure if it’s official if V knew that Nero was his/vergils son but even if he didn’t I think he’d find the scenario to be quite touching especially since HP would talk a lot about Nero especially during that time due to their worry for him and his rushed recovery to deal with Urizen. They’d ramble a lot about him, from small things like how he always helps them carry groceries or gives them notes from kyrie so they can exchange recipes to how they initially met Nero and how despite being technically adopted by kyrie and credos parents he was never really their son or apart of the family in a familiar way compared to how he’s admitted he feels with HP and that they feel like a genuine parent to him. It’s honestly really touching to V and his familiars even without the knowledge of Nero’s parentage and connection to them/Vergil.

No worries for info dumping! (Btw I really enjoy twst, I may try and make something for twisted wonderland in the future since I have a few idea in my head but that’s for another town or ask lol). From what I’ve seen from clips of the punishing grey raven collab (I’m waiting for it to come out on the North American server) he does seem a lot more open! Which honestly is how I interpret him after his return as well. Vergil in my mind after returning from hell with Dante is trying to reconnect with his humanity after so many years of denying it so he’s trying a bit more to be open and honest with both himself and others. However when it comes to Hp he kinda curls up and dies on himself lol. He isn’t really sure what to do especially after the whole ark thing so his response is to move at a snails pace in terms of emotionally reconnecting. It’s like his interactions with Nero in the menus, he’s awkwardly sitting there occasionally looking their way wanting to say something but the words completely dying in his throat and his confidence wasted lol. Poor man is trying his best.

Urizen though having affection for Honeypie due to him being half of Vergil is a lot less gentle, that went to V. As Vergils demonic side Urizen takes whereas V longs. Urizen doesn’t care for human conventions and certainly doesn’t really care for HP’s feelings in the matter since they’re an insignificant human compared to him. In his mind they should feel lucky that they’d garnered his attention despite their humanity and times they accidentally during the temen-ni-Gru made Vergil jealous of Dante. He’s not gentle about it in the slightest and doesn’t care for HP’s opinion in the matter while V is the complete opposite. As Vergils human half V cares genuinely for them past the rather surface level feelings that Urizen has for them. V sees Honeypie as an actual person and accounts for their feelings when making decisions. Their opinion matters to him as does their feelings since he wants them to genuinely feel love for him back, not just force his feelings on them without their consent or taking account of how them feel as Urizen would.

But as for the purring thing, yes Dante and Vergil purr like cats. Dante’s isn’t something he hides even if it is a hit embarrassing at times while Vergil will not acknowledge it at all. It’s probably the only thing of his demonic side besides the consistent urge to shower HP in affection to earn mates approval that he dislikes and dismisses. Dante’s purr is very deep and rumbly, if he’s purring and close by you can feel just how his chest rumbles with making the sounds. It’s also a bit distorted sounding due to how his demonic traits affect his body. Meanwhile Vergils is more quiet in comparison to Dante’s loud affection. It’s a blink and you’ll miss its kinda deal where he intentionally stops himself if he accidentally starts. HP only knows that it’s happened because they know Dante occasionally does it.

HP getting strawberry scented shampoo or general strawberry scented wash woudl be something they do implicitly. Like they just do it accidentally because they see it and their mind goes “hey Dante likes that” and they shrug their shoulders and buy it lol. Dante would do a double take when he realizes and his brain and demon instincts go haywire in happiness. The mix of strawberry sweetness mixed with their natural scent makes his brain go brrrrrr. He makes a few comments here and there about how they smell good today. HP calls him a weirdo but notes to themself that it seems like he isn’t adverse to their new body wash or whatever. They were worried that it could override his senses since they know he’s much more sensitive to things like that due to the enhanced nature of his senses like smell. They’ve made a conscious effort through the years to try and be cautious of stronger smelling things or making particular foods without odd textures because of this.

[spite-of-artemis]

Quick lil TADC timeline cuz hyperfixation

While we dont have much to go off for a lot of this, theres a few things that do lead to a rough timeline of events for when everyone got to the circus and how they got there. if ive gotten anything wrong or missed anything that goose has confirmed before then please correct me. also obv this is all mostly theories so might change with new episodes or based on how you interpret my proof. while i dont have any proof in universe for specific years i mention, ill be giving specific yearss for thematic reasons towards the end.

Sometime in the vauge past, though judging by the computer and kingers age id guess around late 90's, C&A creates The Amazing Digital Circus for... reasons. It is a virtual reality multiplayer game in which the helpful artificial inteligence of Caine creates fun short adventures for the players to go on. Something in this development goes wrong and during testing, at least two players are "trapped" within the game. Since Kinger has been in the circus the longest and has 7 years of computer science experience it makes sense he worked for C&A and was the first to enter the circus.

Kinger, his wife Queenie, and 4 others enter the circus in 2000, and sometime later Queenie is the first to abstract. I believe this happened before anyone in the main cast entered since the others didnt really seem to know about her.

Based on the crossed off doors weve seen at various points, we know of at least 12 players who have abstracted. Based on the trend of a new circus member entering when an abstraction happens, I believe that Queenie and 4 others all abstracted and were replaced with new players, the next player to abstract brings in Ragatha.

Ragatha enters sometime in the mid 00s, id guess around 06' based on nothing but vibes. She mentions being in real estate and was possibly looking around the now defunct C&A building attempting to prep it for sale when she found the headset.

Slight weird idea, but i think it makes sense. Next to join the circus was Kaufmo. we know very little about kaufmo so hes here mostly because it just feels weird for him to have joined after jax and gangle did. he joins sometime around 09'.

at this point in the timeline weve had Queenie and 6 unnamed players abstract, the most recent two having been replaced by ragatha and kaufmo. the circus currently consists of Kinger, Ragatha, Kaufmo, and 3 unnamed players.

2 of those players abstract fairly close together and are replaced by Jax and Ribbit. This happens sometime around 12' since jax makes the breaking bad refference in ep 5 and that didnt really have major success until it was added to netflix in 2011. Jax and Ribbit likely went in together and knew each other outside the circus like Kinger and Queenie did, but after over a decade in the circus (plus seeing 9 abstractions already) Kinger has become unstable enough to not mention any similarities. Jax and Ribbit were very close.

Sometime later, ill say 15', Ribbit abstracts and is replaced by Gangle, which seems to have deeply affected Jax. This likely caused his tail to fall off as that can happen to rabbits due to injury or trauma, alongside him symbolicly losing a part of himself with Ribbit. Based on his manerisms its also likely that he blames himself in some way for Ribbits abstraction, anger which he externalizes and takes out on Gangle

A few years later the last unnamed player is abstracted and replaced with Zooble, ill say sometime around 18' for thematic reasons in the next point. We know Zooble enjoyed to look around abandoned buildings and likely found the headset inside the now very abandoned C&A building that Ragatha was attempting to sell.

Its now 2023 and our current cast is Kinger (in the circus for roughly 23 years), Ragatha, (~18 years), Kaufmo (~16 years), Jax (~11 years), Gangle (~8 years), and Zooble (~5 years). Queenie and 10 unnamed players have abstracted, many of them within the first 5 years of the circus first being created. its been roughly 5 years since the last abstraction, the longest period of "peace" since the circus first opened at the turn of the century.

Kaufmo then abstracts and is replaced by Pomni. She was exploring an abandoned building and found the headset, putting it on and finding herself in the digital circus. She tries to leave but its too late. Kaufmo has abstracted, and she is now trapped.

To Pomni its meaningless, at least when compared to everything else going on. To Zooble its a coincidence that they both joined right as another abstracted. to Gangle its a pattern and another cause of anxiety. To Jax, its a sign that maybe it wasnt his fault, that he doesnt need to lash out any more. To Ragatha its another tradgey, another lost friend. And to Kinger, its another one who he hopes can find some peace and quiet inside the darkness of the Cellar, just like how Queenie found some peace and quiet inside their fort together.

I dont believe any of the main cast will properly abstract. theyll definitely get close for the sake of stakes and drama, but the circus seems to like having 6 cast members at a time.

okay ramble time now

ooo wow writing out this timeline was really fun for me, i absolutely love it tbh and it became way more then i was initially intending. my initial post was just gonna be "Kinger and Queenie joined first, then it went ragatha, jax, ribbit, gangle, zooble, pomni" and then it just kept growing as i looked through more of the wiki and everything kinda fell into place for me. this is definitely not the full extent of the theories i believe (saw someone say C&A could mean Caine and Abel and i love that. also love the trans jax truthers, idk if ill fully commit it to my headcanons, but i do appreciate yall) so i might make more scattered posts about theories and headcanons, but this is a good balance between every thought i have about this show and the barebones "what order they joined" timeline i initially planned to make.

[sylvieserene]

cannot be the only one who hates when people ship the fairy costume x shadow milk cookie. Like ship whoever you want, but the costume is made specifically for Purelily shippers. I don’t wanna be that person, but it’s like they’re asking for hate ☹️

I personally dislike it but because of a few things that ultimately traces back to the hypocritical nature of this fandom.

I think most folks know that this costume is probably the MOST hated set in the game and if you visit twitter, you...just won't like it in there to say the least. From hating to attacking, everything goes for that set.

It is hated by both ShadowVanilla + Elderlily shippers (ofc) cuz:

"It should've been EF!! THEY WERE ROBBED"

"If not EF then SM plz."

"PV is ugly. Get him out."

"Ew he's molesting WL."

"WL is the one carrying this set. It should've been just her."

"This costume set was a mistake."

"I hate this."

The list goes on.

Most folks do keep mentioning the fact that WL slayed etc which she did, the costume is really pretty and on surface level? Everything seems alright but if you dig a lil deeper on the said users, you'll find NO history of them even caring, let alone talking about her outside Elderlily or in a lot cases, at all.

The same people who hate PV just being there, the "ugliness" (yes, the word ugly is being heavily used when it comes down to him) that comes down with him and how he should not have been there in the first place are the same folks who rejoice when PV is drawn in that same "ugly-ass" costume with SM.

Same folks like, reblog and comment like it's the second coming of Jesus and treat it as some holy event lol

This hypocritical behaviour is vast and funny at the same time lol

What I find the most funny is, this costume came from an explicitly Purelily content, but suddenly none of it is good cuz it's about PV and WL and it should've been just her but at the same time, they'll drag PV's costume with them to ship with SM.

Now some ppl will say that "HEY THATS CUZ WL SHOULD SHINE ON HER OWN NOT WITH JUST A GUY."

But is it REALLY about just that?

Because if it is so, why does this costume set gain the hate? Why should it have been Elder Faerie?

Why do all these folks feel the need to keep mentioning how WL looks amazing but PV has to go but then at the same time, treat that very costume as the most beautiful thing ever when it's SM?

So is it REALLY about just the costume or WL or is it about a misogynistic view on WL and the urge to fit shipping agendas?

Because I'm willing to bet if it was EF, the costume set wouldn't faced any heat. Suddenly it being an AU scenario wouldn't have mattered and it would've been the ultimate "proof" that Elderlily is canon but since it's Purelily, it sucks.

Like someone who borrows your work but never credits you.

It’s just like someone copying your art project, using the parts they like, and then trashing your name when people ask where it came from.

Cuz that's exactly whats happening here.

The said-fans consistently hate this set cuz it's "ugly" but at the same time, when taken seperate, they suddenly love everything about it.

The same folks who felt it's "terrible" just a few moments back when tagged with WL and felt the overwhelming urge to keep writing how she slayed every other comment.

It's like that one meme where when a fan tears down a character all the time but, the moment they're called out, they say "But I like her too! I reblogged fanart once!" as if that magically excuses all the other behavior.

So the question is,

Do they even mean it?

Or they're saying so to not come off as misogynistic?

I personally feel it's the latter because they never talk about WL meaningfully beyond that. If you check, almost all their history is filled with ShadowVanilla and Elderlily content which isn't wrong but the way they show their concern as if it's affecting WL's very autonomy (when it's literally not) and how they're concerned about it is incredibly hypocritical.

Because these same ppl also have expressed posts and comments with thousands of likes and reblogs on how WL should've married EF and stayed in the Faerie kingdom forever.

Heck they even say that EF and WL got married in this AU set WHEN THERE'S NO EVIDENCE FOR THAT :D

Ultimately, I just really hate that folks who hate Purelily and this costume set so blatantly, get their attitudes changed in a sec when the narrative is changed to their agendas and would attack you aggressively if you say anything against that cultivated narrative but wouldn't hesitate in doing so to the Purelily community. Heck, they won't even THANK the ship for the beautiful set they love interacting and using for themselves let alone even talk about it outside of criticising it.

It's almost as if the word "Purelily" burns them if they say it.

They certainly would hate on it, not acknowledge its positives but def rip off from its positives.

So yeah, I personally hate this particular behaviour regarding the set.

Not to mention the mischaracterisation that accompanies it all.

Viridescent PV is labelled as just a simp and all his other personality traits are completely erased. Like even under the potion, he simply just proposed to WL, nothing beyond that. He didn't "simp", he simply proposed to the woman both of his dreams and love (literally and metaphorically) to be his wife, a person who through tears had to say that they can't be together forever cuz duty and reminds him of his as well which he accepts and starts wondering how he'll get over her in the morning.

Even under the potion, Viridescent PV def had his nuances and even a personality of that of a benevolent responsible king who just was in love with another who can't be his forever as well.

That's exactly the reason it's a tragic comedy because the situation is not only ironic but also happened due to what's a potion (which may or may not have been the reason PV is acting this way cuz it's the faeries who assume so, we have no idea if it's true cuz unreliable narrator)

But nope in CRK fandom, it's nothing but just a simp costume and reserved for simping. If it's with WL then bad but with SM? Very good!

So yeah, this is basically my thoughts on it.

TLDR, I don't mind if someone uses his costume for shipping it with SM, Idt its waiting to be hated on either but I really, REALLY hate it when they act like it's the worst thing ever when it's with WL when they don't even care about her outside shipping and are hating SOLELY because she's there with PV while also being self-aware that this may come off as misogynistic so actively doing damage control as well.

If you’re gonna use the aesthetics or symbols from a ship you don’t like, at least stop pretending that ship is trash. Don't profit off it and then spit on it.

It's really garbage behaviour.

[squiddokiddo]

Actually the one who started an empire here is you and the old people here. Like, Idontknowreallywhy , lenle-g , call-me-casual , mrmustachious !

You guys are making everyone afraid to join this fandom after the confrontation you had with a new member a few months ago for using AI and everyone was attacking you. After that I havent seen any new members in this damn fandom since I went online after a while

What the fuck are you talking about?? Who mentioned empires? You are the only one here attacking me, what are you on??

Everyone here hates AI because of the theft involved and the damage it does to the planet, if you type a Thunderbirds prompt into an AI it's is almost 99% going to be stealing from mine and my friends' work. We're allowed to be upset and speak up when we're being stolen from. We told them it was wrong and that was it.

The people you mentioned aren't ruling an empire with some kind of iron fist, we just speak up when something is wrong. No one group of people runs a fandom space, it's a team effort to make this place actually safe and fun, and everyone is involved in that. The reason you probably haven't seen any newbies recently is because this is a niche fandom, it's normal not to get a lot of new people, that's how it's always been.

Also, not important to my point but you obviously don't know anything about the people you mentioned anyway, Casual is younger than me lmao and the rest of them aren't even middle aged yet. If you have a problem with me specifically that's fine but don't go dragging innocent people into this too.

[kireilien]

heyy what do you think about teamies seeing u in lingerie🤭🤩

thinking lots of thoughts.

waybill: nsfw content, dom!teamies

yudai: if he had like a phone/laptop/remote in his hands— where? there was never one. you’re his main attention now. i mean come ON. matching set that barely covers up anything? sign him up he wants you bad. “wow, baby. look at you. do a little spin for me.” after doing so, you suddenly feel the couch being pressed against your stomach, as well as kei’s cock! he can’t control himself!

fuma: similar to my dollification on him, he likes more whimsical sets! or maybe a diabolical hentai cosplay since we know he’s a little gooner ANYWAYS whatever it may be, he has you in his arms in no time. he’s playing with the hem, caressing your bare skin, nuzzling himself in your chest, humming a, “is it my birthday?” as he slips himself right past your panties. expect them to be ruined soon~

nicholas: black. sleek. sexy. strappy. yum. nicho’s favorite things wrapped into a set makes him utterly insane. when you walk out nicho is simply staying silent, watching you twirl and prance around. “what a sight,” he mumbles as his lazy and low eyes are drinking up every last bit of you. when he pulls you into his lap to straddle him, his cock isn’t easy to hide. let’s just say reverse cowgirl is a favorite of his here.

euijoo: is it just me or i feel like juju would love some garter knee socks??? idk i get that vibe maybe because i have a euijoo legs worshipper agenda... i may elaborate soon but! when you’re dolled up head to toe, he’s so flushed in the face! “you’re... so... fucking... gorgeous... holy shit y/n...” his hands are flying everywhere, lips dragging across each inch of bare skin, he’s in love with you AND it.

yuma: matching sets besides the basic black, white, red, or pink are his absolute favorites. maybe some black sets but it has to be specific. knowing this, when you pop out with a perfect matching set he is AWNNNN it. similar to euijoo, his hands are everywhere but expect some hand an finger nail prints... hickeys....... bite marks.......... yuma literally feels animalistic when he fucks you.

jo: can i say jo corruption kink yes or no... white nighties, innocent right? no sheer where you can see everything. contradiction. we love. “do you like it jojo?” followed with a small pause, “i’m gonna fuck that pussy tired.” oh and he does! he loves bending you over whatever surface thats nearby and watches how your ass and tits aren’t even concealed by that white fabric, it makes him go wild.

harua: wouldn’t it be so cute if you wore sets to match his nails!!! smiling at your cuteness, he has you in his lap, pulls his laptop and starts doing cute flicks of his nails and your lingerie! at first it’s his hands cupping your tits... but then his hands slip inside and toys with your nipples... but then you feel him slipping down his shorts to slip past your panties to nestle himself in your pussy... fucking on camera i see!

taki: also a fun color lover!!! more appreciative of how pretty you look than horny but once youre in his hands... whew! fumbling with the lace, tracing each strap, delicately thumbing at the flowers— oh he is so entranced. he finds himself nipping at the tops of your breast, kissing your tummy, making a spit mess by playing with your nipples and clit from outside the fabric! few more washes otw!

maki: i’ve talked about lingerie with maki a few times but i haven’t mentioned how i LOVE thinking about him liking strappy sets because of his slim but simultaneously large hands makes your tiny straps so snappable! everyone say size kink go brrr, you’re just so tiny against him with that little ass set, it doesn’t take long for him to wrap his fat cock against your tiny g string~

[paula-of-christ]

whats the deal with catholic schools in north america? (Im european, my only knowledge on this is american tv and american/canadian internet users.) Like, they get mentioned so often, and even people who arent catholic seem to send their children to them?

Most schools that are private, are going to be Catholic, in comparison to public schools which are run by the state. Because they don't have 1 unifying governing body that decides all of their curriculum for vastly different areas of the country (ie, with public schools the same rules apply to a school in a rich area with tons of funding as a school that serves a low income area with little to no funding outside of tax dollars) Catholic schools get to more or less customize their curriculum to the area they are serving. They still have to teach based on some standardized testing the state decides, but they have a lot more freedom about how to teach that, which public schools do not.

In a very general way, private schools, since they are privately funded and can make their own decisions about how the school is run, have better education than public schools. Individually you may find specific schools that are better or worse than their surrounding public schools, but for the most part, private school is going to be better in America.

It's just that most private schools are Catholic. But there are a considerable amount of them that are Lutheran, and even a few non-denominational ones. I also know the Orthodox Jews have their own ones and there are a handful here and there that are secular, but those are few and far between. With all this, the connotation in America is that private school = Catholic, and if that school has a better education for their child than the local public school, parents who can afford it will send their kids there, regardless of religious affiliation.

[cactussxd]

Severus was already canonically bisexual before this reboot was announced, what are you talking about?

"that one character that..." ??????

I think that if there is any character that would stop to keep as a white heterosexual man in that case is James (it's my personal opinion anyway, but there are valid reasons behind that that I won't mention in depth because I just woke up and seriously, what the fuck?).

If you think that making Snape bisexual is ruining his character then I recommend you hypothetically go outside and touch some hypothetical grass, and, if you get around to it also read the books a bit again too, because if you really REALLY think Snape hated harry for petty reasons it's because you either read a different book or you just didn't care or I don't know, you didn't read in the first place (I doubt it, I don't know, I don't know you).

(Harry and the stupid classes with Snape arc was for, you know Voldemort, and also for Harry to rediscover the people he thought he knew from a different point of view. Harry feels bad, he felt disgusted, he felt ashamed; he doesn't correlate the things he saw with what he'd been told about his father, soooo)

Also yes, Lily, But one thing I've never figured out is where this distortion of the meaning of love came from as far as Snape is concerned in this fandom. Like, you know there is such a thing as non-romantic love, right. It's important to me that you know that, because Harry Potter is a saga that is set precisely on the basis of that kind of love (the love of family, of friends, that's why Voldemort is defeated in the first place, he just conceives of love as a distorted version of desire; so he doesn't give it any importance)

And uh, you mentioned that if anything he would be bi, and since I'm not really up on the news of the series, could you tell me what it's specifically about? If it's no bother of course. I'm just curious, it's not like if making Snape Queer will change anything.

You left me speechless here? JSOSOSOS the fact that you think mereodaderoes will look bigoted (as if they weren't already) tells me a lot about how much you care about violence towards a specific individual as long as that individual is not a minority, but really, how would it make Lily homophobic to make Snape Queer? Explain to me, my brain can't handle that much nonsense.

Ahhh Ok, I get it, so to you that she married her best friend's abuser doesn't matter if not until he's black and queer? I understand (I don't)

Honestly this gives me a good laugh, thanks for making my morning LALALSOSOSLS

soo snape in the new reboot is queer now too!

if we really need to increase diversity how about, now hear me out here, make james and harry desi like we already established in the fandom!

make seamus and dean date,

give us deamus! give us wolfstar!

show us that dumbledore is gay!

the ONE character that it’s actaully important to keep him as a white straight man should be kept as that.

you are completely ruining snapes character, he is supposed to be PETTY and not have huge reasons behind bullying harry,

and also, his entire character is about being inlove with LILY. so is he bi, in which case

not only are you making the marauders all racist homophobic picks but now lily too!

because she chose the racist homophobe ratheor then the poor queer black kid who she abandoned.

[chirpsythismorning]

I’m sorry but nothing will ever beat Finn’s drive playlist that he made during s3 filming, with songs like Me and Michael, The Basement, Gay Thoughts and No Woman lmaoooo

[biblically-accurate-dca]

super disorganized sketch page because i do what i want

[sainteclectic]

and btw since I'm posting a lot of wholesoul content (intended as platonic but still), i do want to make it clear: my analysis of whole as a character is purely within the narrative of the story! while i am aware that behind the metaphors is whole is cj himself, that's never what i'm writing whole as in my work. basically I'm using the internal logic of the fiction (whole as viewed by the characters in the album) rather than the reason for the fiction existing (as a fictionalized version of chonny's mental state), just like i do with all the other characters. it's important to make that distinction when you're dealing with a piece of fiction so heavily based on the creator i think. I'll never use cj as a basis for how I write whole because I find that a little off putting tbh ^^;

basically I'm playing with touys. ok? play touys with me

[legionofpotatoes]

I know the discourse well is poisoned and no one hates bioware games more than bioware fans, but I am just 🫠 having so much fun with veilguard it's unreal. It is selfishly the dragon age game I always wanted. with less emphasis on cRPG, a more focused story, curated mission based design that spotlights the high fantasy stuff, slowburn structure with companions, significantly less sidequest bloat, and a fully real-time action-oriented combat system that isn't riddled with the growing pains of previous titles. when I first played origins I imagined something almost exactly like this as my ideal version of a sequel; and it was one of those dirty, selfish thoughts that I knew was disrespectful to the then-established DNA of the thing, but I can't help but feel giddy about having it here and now. like down to the shift away from the childishly dark tone and to something more inherently flexible with a baseline aspirational quality. I hate aesthetically depressing games so much. am I not alive right here and right now already

When I say "aesthetically" there though I do mean it. I'm fully on the opposite side when it comes to tone and positions expressed in the story itself. I am just not including that in my analysis because I am not done yet - so please no spoilers! I think I am where most people consider to be the second act, and I definitely have my gripes with the narrative framework and some of the optics, but I won't put the cart before the horse and will see how it wraps things up first. Above that level, in terms of how it presents itself, of how it plays, of how it balances its core pillars - it is such a bioware-ass game and I could not be any cozier in it. So grateful it exists

[yellllowstar]

slowly I'm recovering the beauty of discovery

(creature by half•alive)

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