Hi, so... before anyone yells at me for not updating, I'm writing updates and I'm trying to deal with my writer's block.

So... in other news.

I created a ko-fi, because... I want to study something and there's no way in heaven I can pay for it on my own and there's no way in hell I can ask for my parents for that amount (at least not in good conscience), so...

I'm going to slave myself to give you a lot of updates in my Patreon and I'll post updates on my Tumblr, and Ao3 and learn how to use Ko-fi so I can do stuff there as well...

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I don't like asking for money, and I wouldn't usually do it... but I really want to pursue this path and I know I can't do it on my own.

That's it, tonight I'm going to write until I have at least two new updates.

Eternal Hearts - CHAPTER 1: The Designation Letter

It was the first hour in the morning, and not any sunrise, but a next day of a birthday type of morning. This date was particularly special for the young wizard that was waking up. Today, at the sweet age of seventeen, Draco Malfoy would receive the fated letter that would carry the name of his future husband and the father of his children. In his mind, there was no doubt that the name in the letter would belong to an amazing alpha, and he was quite sure that his mate would be another man. He was so excited, unable to contain himself. He wanted to jump, to run and maybe even dance. He had been waiting for this letter ever since he was assigned as an omega. His mate would be perfect. He could already picture him, as a kind, spoiling and strong alpha that would treat Draco like the treasure he was. His alpha would love the idea of having a lot of kids, all to spoil and love. He would be strong and brave and all that his parents told him that the blonde deserved.

Draco, still in his sleepwear and with his blonde locks messy from the hours of sleep, paced back and forth in his dormitory, his heart pounding with anticipation. Today was the day, today just in a few minutes, he would receive his designation letter—the letter that would reveal the name of his fated mate, the person he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. It was a momentous occasion for any omega, alpha or even beta, and just the thought of reading his letter and finding out who was his future spouse filled his heart with both excitement and trepidation.

Draco had always known that the day would come when he would receive his designation letter. In fact, his parents made sure that he was ready for it and that he knew that no matter what, his partner should treasure him and love him. Still, that didn't make it any less nerve-wracking. He had built walls around himself, presenting a cold and aloof exterior to the world, but deep down, he yearned for a connection, for someone who would truly understand him. His parents were designated mates, and even if on the outside it seemed like they were only cordial to each other, in reality, when they were alone or just with Draco, they were the most loving and caring couple ever. They loved each other so much that it just made Draco dream of being mated. 

As the morning sun cast a warm glow through the window, Draco's eagle owl, Epsilon, flew in, carrying a parchment in its beak. Draco's heart skipped a beat as he rushed over to retrieve the letter. With trembling hands, he unrolled it and began to read.

Dear Mr. Malfoy, Congratulations on reaching the age of designation.  As the Ministry of Magic, it is our duty to honor and respect the ancient laws that govern fated mates. We understand that the journey of accepting this designation can be filled with a range of emotions, from excitement to uncertainty. Rest assured, we are here to guide and support you through this remarkable chapter of your life. The fated mate designation is a rare and magical phenomenon, believed to be a manifestation of the deepest connections between two souls. It signifies an unbreakable bond, forged by forces beyond our comprehension. Your pairing with your future mate holds the promise of an extraordinary love story, one that has the potential to transcend the boundaries of time and shape the very fabric of your existence. We encourage you to embrace this remarkable opportunity and explore the depths of your connection with your designated mate. It is a bond that goes beyond superficial differences and societal expectations, reaching into the core of who you are as individuals and as a couple. Know that the Ministry is available to provide any assistance or resources you may require on this journey. We have a dedicated team of experts who specialize in fated mate relationships and can offer guidance, support, and counselling to ensure that your bond flourishes in a nurturing and fulfilling manner. We are pleased to inform you that your fated mate is Mr. Ronald Bilius Weasley, a remarkable individual with whom you share an extraordinary connection. The power of destiny has brought you together, weaving a bond that transcends time and circumstance. Embrace this new chapter with an open heart and an open mind, Mr. Malfoy. Remember that the power of love can transcend any obstacles that may come your way. Your fated mate, Mr. Weasley, awaits the opportunity to embark on this incredible journey with you. Once again, congratulations on this remarkable designation. May your love story be filled with joy, growth, and everlasting happiness. Sincerely, Octavius Thornbloom, Fate and Compatibility Assessment Department The Ministry of Magic

Remember how Draco was talking about butterflies when he was a kid? The beautiful nerves and excitement that would fill his heart when he knew his mate’s name? Yes, well… The butterflies were dead and Draco hated every second of it.

In his hands, there was the letter. The dammed letter that was supposed to change his future for the better. The letter that was supposed to show him the love of his life, the letter that would show him how wonderful life could be with someone that would love him no matter what. This letter was supposed to be so accurate that shouldn’t show any other option than his soulmate.  He expected anybody, someone from his own house (Ravenclaw), or Slytherin like his parents, or maybe a hard-working and kind Hufflepuff that would accept that Draco was used to being spoiled and treated like a treasure and would follow suit… Hell! He would even take someone from Gryffindor that was at least a bit study inclined and that would protect him no matter what… but not this Gryffindor, anybody but this one… So, why?

Draco's breath caught in his throat as he read those words once again. This must be some kind of mistake… Probably the ministry just messed up the letters or someone was distracted while working… Because seriously? Ron Weasley? The very thought sent a rush of apprehension coursing through his veins. Sure, Ron was an alpha, a really handsome, tall and strong alpha that would be an amazing mate for any omega but… he was also a Gryffindor and a member of the famous Golden Trio. Besides! They had clashed countless times over the years, their animosity rooted in the rivalry between their houses. So, why? Why did the letter show the name of the one boy who hated him with his whole soul and body? 

“Ronald Bilius Weasley”

There, in the middle of the letter, signed almost like a death sentence was the name of the boy who hated him from the moment they met. Draco couldn’t really blame him, since he made sure to mock his family and poor origins from the moment they met. But he couldn’t help it, he was young, barely learning about being more open and accepting and the boy had made fun of his name… and Draco was quite fond of his name. Sure, Ron wasn’t openly hostile towards him, since he was an alpha and Draco an omega and some rules and laws forbade him from harming the blonde boy, but still. He was always so cold, leaving the room as soon as Draco appeared to talk to Hermione about a project or something that they were studying together. Sure, Draco wasn’t the best guy a few years prior, he knew that. But he had changed, he was friends with Hermione, finally accepting that the witch was one of the smartest women in the whole school, and even Harry had forgiven him for being a rightful brat when they were kids. 

His mind flooded with doubts and fears. What if Ron actually hated him so much that he wanted nothing to do with having him as a mate? What if he rejected Draco outright? The idea of facing that rejection was unbearable, sure… But if he had to be completely honest, Draco couldn't bear the thought of being forever bound to someone who despised him. Getting rejected would be ten times better than having to live with someone that wanted nothing to do with him. 

Determined to confront his fate head-on, Draco made up his mind. He had to know where he stood with Ron. If rejection was inevitable, he needed to face it and move on, even if it meant a life of loneliness. His parents would understand. Maybe they would take him to another country after graduating and would help him find another mate or a way to be able to date and love someone that wasn’t his destined. They would find a way. After all, unlike Ron, his parents loved him with all their hearts and they wouldn’t let Draco waste away in his rejection sadness. 

With a mix of apprehension and resolve, Draco took a deep breath, fixed his hair and clothes, made sure to present himself in the best way possible and left his dormitory heading towards the Gryffindor common room. Each step felt heavy, his thoughts consumed by the impending conversation. By the time he was almost at the entrance of the common room -bless Hermione and her idea of Draco picking her up to go study together- he had rehearsed his words in his mind a hundred times, but still, Draco couldn't shake the uncertainty that gnawed at him.

When the blonde wizard arrived at the entrance of the Gryffindor common room, he took a deep breath, gathering his courage. If one of Gryffindor's characteristics was that they were courageous, he understood why he wasn’t one. Dear Merlin, this was difficult. He knocked on the door, his heart pounding in his chest, it almost felt like it was trying to run away and not face what was about to happen. It swung open to reveal a surprised Ron Weasley -because Draco is just that unlucky and it couldn’t be someone else-, who regarded Draco with a mix of curiosity and wariness. Alright, he was bloody handsome… 

"Malfoy? What are you doing here?" Ron asked, clearly taken aback by Draco's unexpected presence.

"I... I need to talk to you, Weasley," Draco replied, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability. Draco mentally cursed himself. A Malfoy, studdering? What was wrong with him? "It's important." He finished looking at the redhead in front of him with a determined expression on his face.

Ron's eyes narrowed, but after a moment's hesitation, he stepped aside, allowing Draco to enter the common room. Draco entered the place, grabbing his arm and looking around for a few seconds before following Ron. They settled into a secluded corner, away from prying eyes and curious ears.

Draco took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Weasley, I received my designation letter today," he began, his voice steady but tinged with apprehension.

Ron's expression hardened, confusion and unease shown on his face, and Draco could sense his defences rising. "And? Who's your mate?" he asked, his tone guarded.

Draco looked into Ron's eyes, searching for any hint of disdain or rejection. Instead, he found a wall, impenetrable and cold. It confirmed Draco's worst fears. Of course, Ron was suspicious, of course, the redhead wasn’t going to show any compassion or kindness towards the blonde git that practically bully him during the first years of their time at Hogwarts. 

"It's you, Weasley," Draco said, his voice filled with resignation. "You're my fated mate."

Ron's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of emotion crossing his face so fast that was almost impossible to identify, but as soon as he showed that reaction, he masked it, going back to that cold and impenetrable wall. Draco couldn't decipher the meaning behind that fleeting expression, but it didn't matter. The coldness in Ron's gaze was enough to confirm Draco's fears.

"I see," Ron said, his voice devoid of warmth, but showing some confusion. "Well, Malfoy, I don’t know what you want from me… Besides, you hate me, don’t you? Why would you want to be part of my family?" Ron said, almost snarking his words while looking at the blonde.

Draco's heart sank, a wave of pain crashing over him. He had expected rejection, but hearing it directly from Ron stung more than he had anticipated. He fought back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, unwilling to show any vulnerability in front of his rival. He wanted to scream, he wanted to tell the other boy that he was wrong, that Draco didn’t care about family or anything else, and that he just wanted a mate that loved him. Still, this was what the blonde expected, this obvious rejection and cold words were exactly what he knew was going to happen. So he just took a deep breath, holding back the tears that wanted to spill from his eyes and looked directly at the redhead in front of him. 

“Reject me,” Draco said softly, expression void of emotion while he tried his best to maintain everything in order in his head and heart.

“Wh...what?” Ron said, totally surprised by the blonde in front of him. Still, that confusion soon turned cold when the omega’s words sink in. “Then, I don’t want to be your mate, Malfoy…” 

"Thank you," Draco replied, his voice barely a whisper. "...then I won't trouble you any further."

Without waiting for a response, Draco turned and walked away, his steps heavy with the weight of his shattered hopes. Draco was the one who decided to break this, he was the one who told Ron to reject him so they could both move on. The walls he had built around his heart grew stronger, shielding him from the pain and disappointment that threatened to consume him.

Hey! So, this is a fanfic that I've been posting on my profile of Ao3 so... yeah, I'm just sharing it over here since I'm planning to post some stories in the next few weeks.

Eternal Hearts: Bound by Love

“Reject me,” Draco said while looking directly at the redhead in front of him.

“Wh...what?” Ron said, totally confused, the start of the fond feeling of knowing his mate and probably being able to talk to him to have an agreement soon disappearing from his mind.

“Reject me, Weasley” The blonde repeated while his face was void of expression, the cold wall that hid his feelings was as strong as ever. 

In which Draco is an omega resigned to being alone forever, unable to find his soulmate since nobody would like to be with a former death eater and Ron is a short-tempered alpha that is willing to go against all odds to be with his soulmate. After all, he would love them no matter what, right?

It all started with a letter. A bloody letter that would change his whole life forever. Draco’s hands were shaking while he looked at the letter at the innocent age of eleven, he had just received his Hogwarts letter and now he was getting this letter which was the certainty that his future and his father’s dreams were ruined.  Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe his father wouldn’t be so angry at him. After all, it wasn’t like he chose to be this thing, he was born this way and there was no way that he could change it. Even if he wanted to. His mother would be thrilled, that was quite obvious. It was almost as if she knew before everything about his designation. After all, she always called him sweet nicknames and tried to teach him to act more delicate and almost like an angel that was walking on the earth. 

A few years ago he thought that it was dumb and that he wouldn’t need those kinds of lessons. Now, he was a bit grateful for it. To be honest, if Draco was going to be something, anything, he would be perfect. It wouldn’t matter if he was an alpha or omega, he was going to be perfect, ready to have a mate and satisfy them, in any form that was expected of him. That was something that he was always taught as a Malfoy. It doesn’t matter the thing you are, the career you chose, or the house you are into, what matters is that you make your best effort to be as perfect as possible. So, Draco was going to be perfect. 

That had been just a few months ago. His father wasn’t so mad about him being an omega, but he was quite worried. That was because he knew that the people he surrounded himself with wouldn’t treat him kindly and it was possible that they would try to take advantage of him being an omega. Still, he wouldn’t dare to make Draco feel less for being an omega. After all, even if he seemed like a cold and bitter man while being outside, Lucius loved his son dearly and couldn’t bear the thought of him getting hurt. This meant that the head of the Malfoy Family had to make a change in his attitude and start dealing with other people. At end of the day, he wouldn’t dare to keep working or being with people that could present a danger to his son, or people that would treat him like he was less of a human because of his secondary gender classification. He still found certain families annoying. Like the Weasleys.  But that wasn’t because of their love for muggles or anything like that. Not at all. His dislike came from the fact that even if Arthur Weasley had the chance of gaining more money and power with his knowledge about things that most wizards ignored, he didn’t use it. He shielded himself by calling his obsession a simple hobby and letting his family suffer in poverty. It didn’t matter that they acted like they didn’t care, he could see that their negligent actions were taking a toll on their children. The twins, for example, were incredibly smart (from what Draco had told him before) and they were hiding their talents because of the lack of money. One of their middle children -Percy?- was running to the arms of a stupid man hungry for power just because he felt like his family didn’t give him any way of growing… and the kid was totally right! 

Well, going back to what was important. This revelation of his own son also meant a big change in the way Lucius acted with Draco. It wasn’t totally bad, but he started to be more coddling, doing his best to show his son that even if he was an omega, he wasn’t less loved or less respected than him, that was an alpha. The thing that was a little bit awkward was that Lucius also started to treat Draco like he was more delicate and tried to make him wear more light colours -Draco and his mother drew the line as soon as Lucius suggested that the boy wear skirts or more colours like purple or blue, not that there wasn’t anything bad with that, but he didn’t like those colours, being used to a more monochromatic and dark scheme. Luckily, Lucius understood and without a doubt, he started to bring more delicate and a bit feminine clothes but maintained the colours that his son loved so much. The skirts were a pending discussion. 

Draco was just grateful that he would have another six years before getting the letter from his designated mate. After all, if his father was coddling now, he couldn’t imagine how he would act when Draco decided to fly away from the nest and live with his mate. Still, the blonde boy also hoped for the butterflies that would appear in his stomach as soon as he met his mate. It would be amazing, he would love every second of it.

When you travel to another country and that inspires you to write but you don't want to write just yet because you are having this amazing experiences and want to see everything to have more ideas of what to write but at the same time you want to write to feed your (currently 0 and I'm sorry about that) patreons and your (surprisingly increasing) followers content but then again, writing would stop you from looking at all the things you want to see.

LOST LOVE, LASTING REMEMBRANCE

⚠️WARNING⚠️: Angst, mentions of death (implied), hurt no comfort.

Pairings: James Potter x Regulus Black (Jegulus)

The room they were in was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls as James and Regulus stood facing each other. Their silhouettes cast against the flickering candlelight, dark against the wall behind them, their shadows seemed to be touching, almost as if they were seeking comfort in each other. The air felt quite heavy with unspoken emotions, the tension palpable with something that enveloped them like a suffocating shroud. The soft glow of the candles seemed to highlight the vulnerability engraved on their faces, the lines of worry and fear that tainted their youthful features. No one as young as them should look so worried, so scared.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, as if the entire world held its breath, remaining still to see which path these two hearts would choose. It was almost as if destiny and duty were in the middle of an awfully painful war. Every heartbeat echoed in the silence, a persistent reminder of the significance of the decision that hung between the young lovers, a decision that could change the course of their lives forever.

Regulus swallowed hard, trying to steady the shaking motion in his hands as he glanced into James' hazel eyes. Oh, those eyes that had always held a spark of mischief and warmth were looking quite sad now, the usual gleam in them was almost gone, tainted with the finality of the decision that was hanging over their heads. Now, the eyes that usually saw Regulus with so much love, were filled with worry and a touch of fear, mirroring the turmoil in Regulus' heart. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, and every fibre of his being yearned to stay with James, to hold him close and never let go. But the danger that loomed over their love was too great, and he knew he had to make this sacrifice. Even if it pained him to do so.

"I love you," Regulus whispered, his voice breaking as he reached out to touch James' cheek. He usually didn’t allow himself to be vulnerable. In his family, showing emotions and showing that you cared for someone was a weakness, something that needed to be destroyed, or crushed, so nobody could use it against you. But James, with the gorgeous boy that opened his heart to Regulus, the black -newly named- heir, could open his heart. Now, touching James’ cheek, he could feel how the warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the coldness that gripped his heart. Regulus had never imagined that he would fall in love, he used to fear that moment and then, when he met James, he was eager to feel it… And now, looking into his lover’s eyes and feeling the dread of the decision he had to make, love was both a blessing and a curse. It was a love that had filled his days with light and happiness, but it was also a love that now threatened to engulf them both in darkness.

James' hand covered Regulus', holding it gently against his cheek. He traced his thumb over Regulus' pale skin, trying to memorise the soft touch of his lover, knowing that this might be the last time he would ever feel this closeness. "And I love you," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. He felt like his heart was in his throat, and he was doing his best to keep his tears at bay. "But you don't have to do this, Regulus. We can run away together, and start a new life where no one knows us. We can be happy together. We could disappear. Sure, it would be hard to leave Sirius, but he has Remus. Also, if we go away and wait till the war is over, we could meet again… I know he would be glad to know we are safe…"

Regulus closed his eyes, trying to block out the image of a life with James that would always be tainted by the fear of being discovered. Sure, at first, it would be amazing, but then the fear would settle in, and he hated the idea of living like a fugitive. The taste of salt on his lips from his tears seemed to reflect the salt in the air between them. When did he start to cry? Regulus had no idea. Still, he seemed unable to stop himself. It was like a river that didn’t have a dam anymore. "You don't understand," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm trying to protect you, James. If I stay with you, they'll come after you too. I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt because of me."

Tears welled up in James' eyes, his heart breaking at the thought of losing Regulus. His voice wavered as he held back a sob, "I can't lose you," he pleaded, his grip on Regulus' hand tightening. "We can face whatever comes together. I could keep you safe… I know it always seems like I’m joking around and I know most of the time I don’t take things seriously but I really can’t lose you…"

Regulus shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks like cascading stars. His heart felt like it was being pulled in two different directions, between his love for James and his need to protect him. "You don't know what they're capable of," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "My parents, the Death Eaters… they won't stop until they find me, now that Sirius ran away and I’m the Black heir, there’s no way they will risk me running away as well… And when they find me with you… I can't bear to think of what they would do to you."

James pulled Regulus into a tight embrace, burying his face in his lover's hair, inhaling the scent that was uniquely Regulus. He pushed his face against his lover’s and let his tears mingle with Regulus', and he wanted to hold onto this moment forever, never letting go. "I don't care," he whispered against Regulus' ear, his voice trembling. "I love you, Regulus, and I would rather face anything with you by my side than live a life without you."

Regulus clung to James, the intensity of his emotions making him hold on tighter. His mind was torn apart, battling between his desire to stay and his fear of the consequences. Still, he knew what he had to do, as painful as it was. He wanted to let himself be weak and pretend that James could stand a chance against The Dark Lord, but even he, being so young, wasn’t as foolish as his parents liked to believe. With a heavy heart, he pulled away from James' embrace, his gaze locked with James' for one last time.

"I have to go," Regulus whispered. His voice filled with anguish. His heart was breaking when he started to walk away, his soul being crushed with every step he took away from James. He didn’t want to go away, he didn’t want to leave the only person who truly loved him no matter what. He didn’t want this to be their end. "I have to do this to keep you safe. Please understand, James." He said, trying to contain a sob that would reveal how painful this goodbye was for him.

James' heart shattered as he nodded, the pain evident in his eyes. He felt like his soul was being ripped apart, torn between wanting Regulus to stay with him and knowing that his lover was right in his fears, knowing that if they stayed together, Voldemort and the death-eaters would never leave them alone. "I'll never forget you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'll love you forever, Regulus Black."

Regulus choked back a sob, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. His hand reached out to touch James' face one last time, memorizing every detail of the man he loved with all his heart. He wanted to maintain this memory forever, he desired to stop time for a minute just to look at the man he gave his heart to and never forget the passion and care they shared for one another. "And I'll love you, James Potter," he said, his voice breaking. "Always."

They stood there momentarily, their hearts entwined even as their paths diverged. Every second felt like an eternity, every heartbeat a painful reminder of the love they were leaving behind. With one last tearful look, Regulus turned and walked away, leaving James behind.

The pain in his chest grew with every step, but he forced himself to keep going, to protect the man he loved at any cost. He knew he was breaking James' heart, and it was tearing him apart, but he had to do this. For James, he would sacrifice everything. As he stepped out into the cold night air, he couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that settled in his chest. The pain of leaving James was almost unbearable, but he knew it was the only way to keep him safe.

Regulus walked away from the love of his life, his heart heavy with the weight of his decision. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he didn't look back. He couldn't. Looking back would break him, and he needed to be strong.

The memory of James' tearful eyes and broken voice haunted him as he made his way to the path that would lead him to his new destiny. He had chosen the path of darkness to protect the light of his life, and he hoped that someday, James would understand.

Right?

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I don't write anything that involves female!readers -sorry ladies, I adore you and admire you but... I'm unable to do it-.

I, also, don't write things related to s*xual ab*se (this includes r*pe, s*xual h*r*ssment, and other things that are related... unless I kill the character later) and I'll never write something related to the romanticization of it, only to shame it. This means that I will never write about any type of ab*se that turns into love.

My fanfics are only about fandoms that I know of since I want to write something accurate and not butcher some story. So, depending on the fandom that you want the story about I can tell you if I can write it or not... To avoid issues I'm writing a small list at the end, still, you can ask me if I write for certain fandom and I will answer :D

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I can write smut, I just don't do it so often since I take a while to describe this type of thing. Still, I can do it.

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HARRY POTTER

TWILIGHT

RIVERDALE

DC COMICS (mostly related to the Batfam and Superman)

MARVEL

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STRANGER THINGS

SHERLOCK

TEEN WOLF

DISNEY (animation)

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS

SOME K-POP IDOLS (BTS, EXO (including ex-members), GOT7 members, Seventeen, Monsta X, Wonho, and maybe Stray Kids...)

...and maybe in the future I'll brave enough to write for this fandoms (I'll probably need a little push)

STAR WARS

SOME J-ROCK BANDS (The Gazette, Buck-Tick, Malice Mizer, Mejibray, Dir en Grey, etc)

ANIMES (Bnha, Tokyo Ghoul, Haikyū, Kuroko no Basket, Ao no Exorcist, Kuroshitsuji, D.Gray-man, Pandora Hearts, 07-Ghost, etc -what can I say... I'm mostly old school, sorry)

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THE WITCHER

GOOD TROUBLE

GINNY AND GEORGIA

EUPHORIA

BRIDGERTON

YOU

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I just noticed that I was really mad about how the movie treated Timmy... Lol

The Craft Legacy

So... I watched this thing... Why? Because I have covid, I'm in my house, working from the comfiness of my room. So, I was having lunch and had already watched the Harry Potter movies and wasn't planning to watch Twilight once again because if I do, I'll want to write and I wouldn't eat a thing... and I need to eat to take my meds so... The Craft Legacy was the choice.

Now. I didn't hate it. It wasn't amazing, it wasn't terrible, it was a movie that I could avoid forever and it wouldn't change my life.

BTW, spoilers after this and that...

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The only thing I have a problem with is that... they decided that after a big, emotional and frankly quite nice coming out scene from Timmy to the girls, they would... what? trash their main character?

I mean, they really make her ignore the obvious distress and confusion that Timmy was having by coming out to this group of what he thought were his new friends, and the evident pain that being ignored by Isaiah (after they hooked up!!!) meant for him, and she just... said "fuck it" and went to sniff Timmy's jacket, cast a love spell on him and then jerk off...?

And of course, some people are going to be like, but... Timmy said he's bi and he kissed her. Yes, he said he's bi, but at the same time he was crying because he was being ignored by the dude he slept with and also... he only kissed her because of a fucking spell made by a girl that actively decided to ignore the emotional state of this poor boy and just went like: I have a crush and I have powers so let me just... take him?

Like wtf?

Also, another thing... and this is a big spoiler alert so I'm going to cut here and give you a second to... stop reading if you don't want to read.

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Now, I don't take any responsibility for the spoiler.

After Timmy dies... Of course, there's distress and sadness and that makes sense and I'm grateful that they showed that but... wtf?

At first they show us this major thing between Isaiah and him, to the point that when Timmy arrives to the house, Isaiah straight up walks out of the place and act all angsty. Then Timmy dies and... nothing. I mean, sure, the family is going to the funeral and everybody is crying and stuff but... shouldn't Isaiah be like... more sad than the others? or at least angry? Or show a bit more of emotions than what we see in the movie????

I get it. This isn't a movie about Isaiah and Timmy, this is about Lily and this whole witchcraft thing but... this was a major thing for the girls. The guy they believed a major jerk and just a basic jock, ended up telling them something really private, something that is making him feel insecure and something that proves that -thanks to a spell but whatever- he trusts them. So as someone who understands that, I would believe that Lily would be a little bit more concerned or notice Isaiah reaction to Timmy's passing. Specially after they think that the reason behind him dying is because of her love spell that maybe made the other spells fail and kill the poor boy, right? Or am I just crazy for believing that and she should ignore all of this and be like... whatever...????

Also, yes, I'm mad about Timmy dying... because it doesn't really add anything at the plot other than... creating a problem that you could put there just by revealing the stuff with the love spell. You didn't have to kill the -recently out of the closet- character and be all like, the villain killed the boy at the end just so Lily wouldn't be too evil and dumb for putting a love spell on him. If you didn't kill him and just made the other girls notice the love spell effects on the poor boy, then the issue would be there and you wouldn't pull a trick out of supernatural book (yes, I'm still bitter for the whole "I'm going to say that I love you and then die" thing).

So, my main issues with the movie were mostly related to Timmy and how other characters or the story in general acted around Timmy.

I WAS WRONG (A)

How did I end up like this? This wasn’t what I wanted at all. This wasn’t the plan, this was never the plan. If my father could see me now, it would be horrible, living in sin with my wife and my lover. No, not my lover, my mate. I understood the importance of the term in our culture, it was a gift, a little blessing given by life to relieve the pain of the hellish life we were condemned to as vampires.

Still, how did I let myself get entangled in this complicated mess? I found myself torn between my wife, Esme, the gorgeous woman I had saved so many years ago and with whom we had two adopted children, and my new mate, that exquisite being, so innocent in many ways and so cunning in others. You were smart, devilishly smart, not only in book and education aspects but also in life and social situations. You were like the warmth of the sun, so beautiful and dangerous for us, for me…

This is a retelling of the things happening in "BEAUTIFUL BUT CONDEMNED SOUL" but from Carlisle's perspective. This is something exclusive for Patreon because it doesn't add a lot to the main plot other than to give another perspective that might help the reader understand Carlisle better.

LOST LOVE, LASTING REMEMBRANCE

PATREON EARLY UPTADE FOR EVERYBODY: Sept 6

The room they were in was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls as James and Regulus stood facing each other. Their silhouettes cast against the flickering candlelight, dark against the wall behind them, their shadows seemed to be touching, almost as if they were seeking comfort in each other. The air felt quite heavy with unspoken emotions, the tension palpable with something that enveloped them like a suffocating shroud. The soft glow of the candles seemed to highlight the vulnerability engraved on their faces, the lines of worry and fear that tainted their youthful features. No one as young as them should look so worried, so scared.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, as if the entire world held its breath, remaining still to see which path these two hearts would choose. It was almost as if destiny and duty were in the middle of an awfully painful war. Every heartbeat echoed in the silence, a persistent reminder of the significance of the decision that hung between the young lovers, a decision that could change the course of their lives forever.

Seeing the number of fanfics and headcanons that had appeared of Cillian Murphy's Oppenheimer makes me notice that... we are fucking sick, people. Like...

The fandom will fuck anyone at this point, won't it?

There's no shame in that, but it's fascinating to notice it just now.

*Cillian Murphy is an attractive man, I won't pretend that it isn't true, but considering Oppenheimer has been dead since 1967... I hope you understand my train of thought.

Stop, my ego is the one who doesn't need feeding hahaha

Butthankyouverymuchitwasreallysweetofyoutosaythataboutmywriting

So... I'm going to collab with @forthehpfanboys to write something... Might be a one-shot, might be a series, might be a series of head-canons, who the fuck knows? But still, it will be fun.

Obviously, this will be something HP related.

Your ego needs food, it's cool. I read your work, it's damn good. My work's best feature is that I can use a whole ass paragraph to describe an emotion... But that's it. I'm still working on writing nsfw without feeling that it sucked hahaha.

So... I'm going to collab with @forthehpfanboys to write something... Might be a one-shot, might be a series, might be a series of head-canons, who the fuck knows? But still, it will be fun.

Obviously, this will be something HP related.

I'm bad at nsfw content but good at descriptions and you're damn good at nsfw content so... I think this will be fun.

So... I'm going to collab with @forthehpfanboys to write something... Might be a one-shot, might be a series, might be a series of head-canons, who the fuck knows? But still, it will be fun.

Obviously, this will be something HP related.

So... I'm going to collab with @forthehpfanboys to write something... Might be a one-shot, might be a series, might be a series of head-canons, who the fuck knows? But still, it will be fun.

Obviously, this will be something HP related.

Thanks for the inspo

☯︎ Hurt/Comfort Prompts ☯︎

[feel free to use & reblog]

- dialogue -

☯︎ “I love you.”

☯︎ “don’t let go”

☯︎ “I can’t lose you.”

☯︎ “how’d you find me?”

☯︎ “I got you, don’t worry”

☯︎ “I’ll always wait for you”

☯︎ “I have to keep you safe”

☯︎ “I knew you’d come for me”

☯︎ “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry”

☯︎ “just- just hold me for a second”

☯︎ “I thought I’d never see you again”

☯︎ “I know it hurts, we’re almost done”

☯︎ “you’re the most important thing to me”

☯︎ “I trust you more than anyone in the world”

☯︎ “you don’t understand, I will do anything to protect you”

- actions -

☯︎ character A washing character B’s wounds tenderly after a fight

☯︎ character A clinging to character B in the aftermath of a serious event

☯︎ character A cooking character B’s favorite meal after a tough day

☯︎ character B carrying character A out of a dangerous situation

☯︎ character B yelling character A’s name while they’re hurt

☯︎ character B mending character A’s clothes after they get torn

☯︎ sharing a kiss after not seeing each other for a long period of time