#still wheezing about the ‘notorious shipper’ part

[alwayshappyhoursomewhere]

how do you feel about shoma and marin being so open about their relationship now? will you still support stephane/shoma since your a notorious shipper?

I got this ask last weekend, but was so taken aback by it (and busy) that I just sat on it for a while, feeling like I was fourteen all over again and fighting in ship wars xD thanks for the fond memories anon, and for letting me know I’m a ‘notorious shipper’ sfhjkh thanks

Keeping it short and simple:

I think you’re conflating ‘being supportive of something’ vs ‘shipping something’. And even supporting feels like a weird term, when applied to the relationships of complete strangers. It’s not as if Shoma and Marin need my permission (or anyone else’s) to be together, and I’ve always hated this culture - especially prevalent in East Asian fandoms I guess? - of pushing celebrities to stay single or hide their relationships just to preserve their fans’ illusion that they’re somehow ‘available’. This said, I wholeheartedly support them being happy and fulfilled in their relationship, and that’s all that matters :)

Then there’s shipping, which =/= real life relationships and is (for me, at least) a way to explore characters and dynamics that I find interesting or that touch my heart. I don’t ship shoma/marin because I’m not into their dynamics as a couple, and that’s not even because of the people they are but simply because most heterosexual relationships (especially of the cute/puppy love variety) don’t really interest me.

I could probably spend two hours explaining how beloved and meaningful stephane and shoma’s irl relationship is to me, and also why they are such an interesting pair to ship (platonically and romantically) but that would require time I don’t have, so just go read my fics if you feel so inclined xD I’m not going to stop shipping them anytime soon, if that’s what you were asking.

And since we are on topic, thanks for the chance to pimp out my latest fic about Worlds 2023 (rated M and possibly E later on unless I change my mind and take the one explicit scene out, so keep that in mind if it’s not your thing)

[nxrthmizu]

Daminette December Day 16: ‘Hogwarts AU’ [Part Nine]

[Note: This will be a continuation of my Hogwarts AU series, if you haven’t read that yet, use the link >>

/Part One//Part Eight/

Enjoy!!! :D ]

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“Todd, are you an idiot?” Damian scowled angrily, glaring daggers at his brother. Jason opened his mouth to snark back an retort, but not before Dick stopped him. 

“Come on, give the kid a break. He’s stressed out because his girlfriend is coming over for Christmas.” Dick whispered, nudging Jason as he did so. Tim nodded in agreement, giving the youngest son of the Wayne household an encouraging smile. 

“It’ll be fine, Damian.” Tim smiled warmly. “I’m sure she’ll love it.” 

Damian scoffed at his third brother. “I’m not nervous!” 

Alfred, bringing out a plate of cookies, raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure, Master Damian?” 

Damian blushed in embarrassment. “I’m not nervous.” He muttered, refusing to look any of his brothers in the eye. 

Jason, who was notorious for not caring, gave in. “Look, demon spawn, if there’s ever going to be a girl who’s going to love you, it’s her. I’m a 100% sure we could live in a dumpster and she’d be accepting with that.” 

Dick and Tim cast amazed glances at the second eldest of the family. And then that amazement was quickly ended with Jason’s need of adding a snarky remark. 

“Of course, if you screw up and she decides she hates you, maybe you might never get married.” Jason shrugged, trying to hide his embarrassment from having made such a cringe-y pep-talk with his youngest brother. 

Damian internally panicked at his brother’s words, his emerald eyes swarming with worry and anxiety. 

“I’m sure she’ll love our manor, Damian.” Dick soothed, using his wand to levitate a cookie from Alfred’s tray to hand to the green-eyed Slytherin. 

“But maybe she won’t love you.” Jason added, laughing playfully as Damian shot a quick jinx at him angrily. Tim hid a smile, glad to see Damian back in his usual hexing habits. 

“Get back here, Todd!” Damian screeched angrily, and Bruce was heard from his office above. 

“No hexing in the manor!” He hollered, reminding the boys of the no-hex rule. 

Damian growled angrily, chasing Jason into the kitchen. “Fuck that. Get back here, Todd!” 

Alfred watched him with a small smile, putting the next batch of Christmas cookies inside the oven. “Master Damian, please take your hexing out of the kitchen.” He then glared at Jason. “Master Jason, please keep your remarks to yourself or no cookies for Christmas.” 

Jason pouted at this, but not before he yelped, dodging another hex that a still-furious Damian had thrown at him. “Oi!” He yelled. “No hexes in the manor!” 

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“Thank you so much, Madame Bustier.” Marinette thanked for the twentieth time, levitating her trunk by her side. 

The woman smiled warmly at her. “Just have fun, and come back in time for school to began.” 

Marinette nodded, taking a pinch of the Floo powder into her hands, stepping into the fireplace. 

“Gotham!” 

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“Calm down, Damian!” Tim yelled in exasperation. “Please! Enough!” 

Dick tried to say something in the defence of the emerald-eyed boy, but lost himself in getting interrupted by Damian’s agitated pacing of the living room. 

“Can you just stop pacing before I hex you?” Jason growled.

“I’m just-!” Damian threw his hands up in frustration. “Fine!” He plopped down on the chair, crossing his arms as he panicked in place. 

The fireplace suddenly flared green, and out stepped the bluenette that they all had been waiting for. 

“Marinette!” Damian greeted, getting up abruptly from his chair. He whipped out his wand, performing a quick non-verbal spell (Impressive for a first year, but hey, he grew up with three brothers) to levitate her trunk inside as she looked around in awe. 

“It’s so big!” She beamed. “Thanks for inviting me.” 

Damian smiled. “No problem.” He shot Jason a glare when the said boy cleared his throat, wishing to be noticed. “As you know, these are my brothers, and that’s Pennyworth, our butler.” 

Marinette bobbed her head up and down, nodding along with what he said. “You don’t have any house elves?” She asked in surprise. 

“Father doesn’t like them.” Tim informed her, pulling out his wand. “But since there are so many of us in the manor the chores are split between all four of us and Alfred.” 

Marinette oohed in understanding. Then she remembered something. “Damian, can we go see Titus? Please?” She asked, eyes wide and adorable. 

Damian blushed badly, and all his brothers resisted the urge to laugh and awe at the situation. “O-Of course.” He stuttered. “He's outside.” 

Once the two had left, Tim let out a loud wheeze from all the laughter he was penting up. “Did you see him blush?” 

“Damn, demon spawn has it for her bad,” Jason snickered. 

“He’s completely smitten.” Dick chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, who’s up for spying them in the garden?” 

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Once they were in the garden, Damian let out a sharp whistle, and the pair stood in silence for a while before the black dane came running out, panting happily at the call of his owner. 

“He’s adorable!” Marinette smiled. 

Titus eyed the girl weirdly before looking back at his owner, only to see Damian gazing at her with fond eyes. 

Ah. This must be master’s mate. Titus thought. He woofed, nudging Marinette nearer towards Damian by pushing on her leg with his snout, wagging his tail proudly. His little master got a mate. About time, too. 

“Titus!” Damian scolded, but the dog only continued pushing them together playfully. 

“Seems like Titus ships them as much as we do.” Dick whispered from behind a bush. “Dang, we go loads of Daminette shippers in here.” 

“Indeed, Master Dick.” Alfred replied, wiping a tear from his face. “Master Damian is growing up so fast.” 

“Let’s hope she doesn’t ditch him.” Jason remarked off-handedly, only to be whacked on the head by multiple people at the same time. 

“Either join Daminette club or leave, Jason.” Tim scowled. 

Up above the garden, looking below from the window, was Bruce. He was very proud. His son had made a good choice, and he rather liked the bluenette. Using the muggle device called a ‘camera’ he snapped a photo, smiling. “For the Daminette club.” 

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/Part Ten/

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Aye it’s been a long time but I finally updated this :D 

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