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been a while since i've drawn my rogues jon

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NO BECAUSE YOURE RIGHT

Write Rivals With Chemistry So Hot It Hurts

╰ Rivalry isn’t hate — it’s obsession True rivals aren't just like, “ugh, I dislike you.” They’re watching each other. Studying. Matching moves. Thinking about each other when they shouldn’t. Hating how much they notice the other person. Rivalry is two sides of the same coin: hatred’s messy little sibling is fascination.

╰ Let them know exactly where to hit—and hesitate The best rivals know exactly where to stick the knife. Childhood wounds. Secret fears. Insecurities no one else sees. But the most powerful moment isn't when they stab, it's when they hesitate. When they flinch. When the reader sees the care underneath the kill shot.

╰ Make every win personal Every victory between rivals should feel like flirting with a knife’s edge. They don't just beat each other; they get under each other's skin. "I outsmarted you" translates directly to "I'm the only one who really sees you." (And no, they're not ready to talk about why that makes them insane.)

╰ Layer the attraction under everything You don't have to write "he found her hot" every five seconds. (Please don't.) Just lace it into the friction. The way they notice each other’s hands. The way a sarcastic smile feels like a slap and a kiss at the same time. Let it be unspoken, which somehow makes it ten times louder.

╰ Give them one private, honest moment and then destroy them for it That one late-night conversation. That brush of honesty. That accidental partnership in a bar fight. That glimpse of trust that leaves them both raw and feral because now it’s personal. Now it hurts. And guess what? Neither of them is stable enough to handle it like adults.

╰ Let them wound each other in ways no one else can Rivals with chemistry are like: “I know your softest place. I know where you hurt. And maybe I’m the only one who could ever touch it.” Terrifying. Intimate. Sexy. Self-destructive. Delicious.

╰ Don’t make it easy to flip to love If they hook up too soon, it’s cheap. If they confess too soon, it’s fake. They have to fight it. They have to screw it up. They have to almost kiss and almost kill each other in the same breath. The reward is sweeter because it’s hard won.

╰ Make them jealous, but make it messy Not cutesy "oh no I'm jealous" moments. Ugly jealousy. Pride-shredding, shame-inducing jealousy. Watching their rival smile at someone else and feeling like they're drowning in acid and denial. Bonus points if they pretend they’re above it and then spiral anyway.

╰ Tension isn’t just in the fighting, it’s in the silences It’s the stare across the room that says “I hate you and I want you” with zero words. It’s the hand that lingers a second too long after pulling them out of danger. It's the unsent text. It's the "accidental" meeting. Sometimes not speaking burns hotter than the screaming matches.

╰ Remember, they don’t want to ruin each other, they want to matter At the core of a rival/chemistry dynamic is one truth: “I want to matter to you more than anyone else does.” And they’ll deny it. And fight it. And wreck themselves over it. (And we, as the readers, will eat it with a goddamn spoon.)

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jawn and his beloved kitty mina commission for my bestie @sscarecrow 🎃

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THE BATMAN FANDOM IN A NUTSHELL

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this is a Venn diagram I am smack dab in the middle of

the necronomicon ex-mortis exists in justice league unlimited and wonder woman has access to it. the one where the gang teams up with ash

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This is the photo of all time

Bruce Campbell, his dad, and his body doubles on the set of Army of Darkness (1992)

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Everyone having one-sided beef with Victoria lmao save my girl 😭😭😭 she did it all but I don’t care

I threw together a map of all the beef that the Dark Universe characters are involved in bc I think it's hilarious how much drama is in that little village. The only characters I can think of who aren't involved in any beef are Maleva and the violinists. Did I miss anything?

Edit: updated to add the Bride's one-sided beef

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ancient greek word of the day: κακοθερής (kakotherēs), unfitted to endure summer heat

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it occurred to me that that ygor’s bag is dancing on the line of violating the geneva convention which would make him a war criminal

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girls when khonshu boys (im girls)

I want Moon Knight and Akhmenrah to meet.... I want Steven to geek out about talking to an actual ancient Egyptian pharaoh and them to bond over both getting their power from Khonshu and to have VERY different perspectives on him because when Ahk was first alive Khonshu was less bitter because he was being worshiped and the gods hadn't retreated from humanity yet. And he favored Ahkmenrah's dynasty because they favored him over other gods. I want Khonshu to say something and Ahk responds and Moon Knight flips out like WHAT you can see him too??? I want Steven and Ahk to just be buddies bc they're baby boys who love Egypt

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Come after my girl you better be READY to catch these hands

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“It’s up for interpretation”

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New writing rule: Checkov’s friend

If you introduce a named character with a relationship to a protagonist, their character arc must be resolved in a way that feels reasonable and satisfying

Which is to say: they can’t just dissappear when they’re no longer a convenient plot device

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i want to talk about my ocs but im literally this image. i got nothing

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Sister Knows Best

Synopsis: Ernie Macmillan comes out to his older sister, Victoria Macmillan. Things… don’t go exactly as planned.

WC: 967

Author’s note: I wanted to write something for pride, so I wrote this! It’s been in my head for a bit and I wanted to share it. I wrote this in like 30 minutes in the back of the car. Also. PLEASE FINISH THE FIC BEFORE COMMENTING I AM BEGGING YOU!

Writing Taglist: @okey-dokey-lackey, @berserkerrose, @elisalsaa, @starry-slithers, @light-of-the-room, @rosewoodcafe

For two hours, the Macmillan siblings wandered around Hogsmeade, popping into various shops and acting as if everything was completely normal. In reality, things were not.

Everything was far from normal.

Ernie had shown a lot of courage with being a member in Dumbledore’s Army, especially considering the risk it put on his role as one of Hufflepuff’s Prefects. Sneaking under Dolores Umbridge’s nose was no easy feat. Every morning, he woke up with a feeling of terror that it’ll be the  day she found out and he would be stuck doing the revolting lines like the ones Harry had done. Every day he lived with that fear.

But what he needed to tell his older sister was much more terrifying than any of that.

Ernie had heard horror stories of parents reacting terribly to their children coming out to them. Some families kicked their kids out to the streets, and some muggles, according to Justin, would send their children to a “conversion camp.” That was not somewhere Ernie wanted to be. 

In his opinion though, the worst thing a family could do was make him hide who he was. Ernie very much doubted his parents would send him to any muggle camp, but what if they didn’t accept him? What if coming out changed the way they saw him?

That’s why he wanted to tell Victoria first. As a “trial run” as Noelani had put it. If Vic reacted alright, then his parents should too.

“Ern? Did you hear me?” 

Victoria’s voice drew him out of his thoughts. Ernie shook his head, looking at his sister.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.” mumbled Ernie. “What?”

Rather than answering his question and repeating what she said, Victoria set aside the two dresses she was holding onto the rack. She took his hands into her own velvety, perfectly manicured ones and softly squeezed. 

“Ernie, you’ve been stressed this whole visit,” Victoria said, gently guiding him to sit down on the velvety bench next to the racks of clothes. “I want to help you if there’s something going on, but you need to tell me first.”

Merlin, how did she always know what to say at the right moment? No matter what was going on, she always knew how to make things better.

Why would this be any different?

Ernie took a deep breath through his nose and closed his eyes for a few moments. He simply breathed, trying to work up the courage to just say it. That’s the whole reason he asked her to meet him on this trip. 

“Alright.” Ernie opened his eyes, letting out a shaky exhale. “I-I’ve recently come to realize… come to realize something about myself.” Merlin, why was he stuttering? “Something that you need to know, because it’s important.”

Ernie met Victoria’s gaze, his eyes meeting her brown ones of the same shade. “Victoria, I’m pan.”

Victoria’s hands tightened on Ernie’s for a brief moment. Her brow creased and her body tensed. Ernie would have thought the world was completely frozen over if it wasn’t for the three, slow blinks that came from her. 

“Ernest.” Victoria said after a moment, her tone slightly cold. “I love you. Very much. But as your older sister, I feel as if I need to tell you when you are being daft.” Ernie’s breath hitched. “This is one of those moments,” Victoria finished. “You are not a pan.”

No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

All throughout their childhood, Victoria had always supported him. Sure, they fought and bickered as all siblings do, but at the end of the day, they were always there for each other. Hells, Ernie was one of the first people to comfort Victoria after Weasley left her. 

He had always been there for her, but she wasn’t able to be there for him? She wasn’t able to accept that this is who he was? She just couldn’t fathom that he was attracted to people regardless of their gender? What was so hard for her to understand?

Merlin, he wanted to cry as her words repeated themselves inside his head. 

“You are not a pan.”

Wait a minute.

“A pan?” Ernie asked, his voice shaky. 

“Honestly, Ernest!” Victoria’s voice raised to something close to a shout, very different than her usual quiet tone. “You realize how absurd that statement is, right? You are not a cooking utensil!” 

He wanted to cry again, but this time from relief and laughter instead of anger and sorrow. She misinterpreted him. She didn’t hate him.

“No, no, Victoria.” Ernie tilted her face towards her, smiling with a small tear in his eye. “I’m pansexual. I’m not a pan.”

The look of irritation melted away almost instantly and was replaced with one resembling regret. Victoria pulled Ernie close into a tight hug, one he returned with equal fervor. 

She didn’t hate him.

“Thank you for telling and trusting me,” Victoria whispered. “I’m so, so sorry for my initial reaction.”

“It’s okay Vic,” assured Ernie. He ran his fingers through her hair, a habit he had since childhood. “I’m just glad you’re not angry.”

She pulled away and took his face into both of her hands. They felt so incredibly soft against his skin.

“I wouldn’t ever be angry at you,” Victoria assured. “Not about something you don’t have a choice with. This is who you are.”

Once again, she knew exactly what to say and how to say it. 

Merlin, he had the best sister.

“I don’t know Vic.” Ernie smirked. “You seemed pretty angry about me being a pan.”

Victoria sighed as he laughed. “You’re never letting me live that down, are you?”

“Never.” Ernie kissed her on the cheek, having to bend down significantly to reach her height. “What kind of brother would I be if I did?”