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thewinterpillarhashira · 12 days

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i owe everyone a smol collection and commentary to wips/scraps i did before, during and after the fime i went into ur average cliche hollywood cringe emo phase

^^ THIS. oh my god, where do i even start about this.

MY GOSH this was like, the last thing i did b4 i fully succumbed to burn out as a whole LMAO

i made this becoz i got inspired by marc brunet doing yoneyama mai’s style vid that passed by my feed as i scrolled through hoards wanting even a single dose of motivation to prevent what i knew was an upcoming artblock.

and y’know me, i HEART yoneyama sm. so seeing that was my absolutely yumyum cup of tea—temporarily 😭

u see, EVERYTHING WAS GOING SO WELL⁉️ until i reached my limit at (unsurprisingly) hair shading.

needless to say, this was scrapped becaz—sure, the idea was overall wonderful—but the way i did the blue moon weed flower and the lighting was just NOT it for me at all. nuh uh (i essentially went through a major sob story era after this BUT i convinced myself it was just a phase—and guess what? IT WAS!! showed myself i own me n i do me 🗣️ WHOS THE ALPHA⁉️😈)

(..i aint ever physically, mentally, emotionally nor spiritually recovering from typing that.^)

^basically, after struggling to find myself for a while, i soon fortunately managed to get back to it in the slightest!;) andddd so, recently, i alas decided to do something just for me.

no more frieren fridays(+apothecary dairies) were honestly hella extra upsetting when it happened during an existential crisis moment. but hey, i got to finally draw some characs i rlly love!

these are some 30 min warmups to both challenge and to have fun myself considering its been quite some time since ive picked up my pencil and done smth worth my while.

personally content with this. moreover, it genuinely helped a lot for me to start drawing stuff again;)

^now a quick sketch i did with a palette that was somewhat out of my comfort zone.

if you’d notice, i usually use pastel colors when i do things—which i realized as i reminisced my journey and the friends we made along the wa-

in short this was a lil tryout i didto NOT do’at 💪

nothing much to say here other than that this is my forgotten genshin oc whom is now practically a test dummy for me to use whenever i have to experiment colors bcuz she doesn’t have an official one (yet…jk thats never happening sux to be her 😂🤣)

^notbing much I've got to complain about here

it's literally just a mulihaohao art style study

with ri as stelle lmao

i merely got too lazy to get it done

will prob finish....ext year-

..last but DEFO the least, a hu tao with miku fit sketch i ditched

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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fairly new to your blog but I absolutely adore your work!! here's my james thought of the hour:

james potter snuggles you on the sofa and smothers you in kisses whenever you have a bad day - it gets to the point where he's all you can smell, see, and hear.

by the end of the movie (which ofc neither of you paid attention to), he's got you laying on his chest, big palms rubbing the length of your back while you stick your face into the crook of his neck and mumble away your grievances.

i love him sm please 😭

-shivs

thank you so much!! this ended up a bit different to what you asked for but I hope it’s still ok 🤍

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The last thing James expects when he gets home is to find you crying on the sofa. Unfortunately, it’s exactly what he finds.

His bag drops to the floor, all but forgotten. “Sweetheart? Are you crying?”

It’s a stupid question, really. It’s obvious you’re crying. You’ve got your face half in your hands, fingers splayed over your red cheeks as tears drip over your hands. James asks because he can’t quite believe it, can’t quite fathom that you’ve been crying at home without his comfort for who knows how long.

You stare at your knees as you lower them, hands scrubbing cruelly at your cheeks. You push your legs over the couch and squint at the floor.

“No,” you lie thickly.

James frowns. “Honey,” he says, one part exasperated and two parts sickly sweet. “What’s the matter?”

He doesn’t expect an answer and doesn’t get one. He crosses the room and stops right in front of you, his shins pressing into your knees. You look up at him, half-guilty, half-upset, and whole adorable. How you’re so pretty even when you’re crying is beyond him. He takes your gorgeously sad face in his big hands.

“Why’re you crying, hm?” He drags his thumbs across the skin under your eyes gently. “Tell me.”

It’s not a demand more than it is a plea. James watches your face crumple as you try not to give in. It only works for about six seconds.

“Had a bad day,” you admit, lips puckered from speaking around his hands.

James melts.

“Baby,” he croons. Your face goes warm under his hands from the pet name. He graciously ignores this, dropping your face and taking the smallest step backward. “Lay down, will you? I want to cuddle.”

You do as he says, lying back against the arm of the sofa, one leg dangling over the edge. James invites himself in, knowing you’re too shy to ask yourself. He plants his knee between your spread legs and then carefully presses his chest to yours, heavy enough to be a good cuddle but not too heavy to cut off your airways. His face slots into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. He can smell your perfume.

Slowly, he kisses you all along your skin, messy ones pressed to your neck, your jaw, your cheek. When he’s done there he tugs at the neckline of your shirt, pulling the material aside so he can kiss your collarbone, your shoulder. You go squirmy underneath him, hands clutching his waist.

“Jamie.”

You sigh his name in a way that has James feeling tingly all over. Your arms snake around his waist and the tingling only intensifies.

James pushes his face into your neck, his lips dragging over your hot skin. “Shh, don’t talk,” he says, all fake-annoyed. “You’re ruining the moment.”

You giggle wetly and James basks in the sound.

“Sorry,” you whisper into his hairline, sounding the opposite. Your hands slide over his back, and then, god save him, beneath the hem of his shirt, your soft palms spreading over the bare skin of his lower back.

James’s breath catches and he’s sure you hear it, sure you know what you’re doing to him. He lifts his head just a little, so he can look at your face. Still tear-smudged, but a whole lot happier than two minutes ago. He’s got your obvious weakness for being kissed to thank for that.

“Baby,” he says, half stern and half soft. Your hands are only rising, fingers pressing into his bare skin. “What’re you doing?”

You tilt your head to the side like a puppy, acting clueless but he can tell by your shit-eating grin you know exactly what he’s talking about.

“What d’you mean?” You ask innocently. One of your hands slides down his back and then your fingertips are pushing beneath the waistband of his pants. James almost dies on the spot.

Instead he whines like a toddler and drops his burning face to your chest, his skin warm and tingly all over. He’s suffering immensely, but at least you’re not crying anymore. It’s all worth it.

“I’m just messing with you, baby,” you say, and he can hear your smile in your pretty voice. You pull your hands out from underneath his clothes and bury them in his hair instead. “Thanks for the cuddle.”

James squeezes you so tight it’s borderline bone-crushing. He’ll cuddle you all night if he has to. Even if you start getting handsy with him again. Especially if you start getting handsy with him again.

“S’what I’m here for, babe.”

#★ mal writes!#ღ james #james potter fluff #james potter #james potter x reader fluff #james potter x reader #james potter blurb #james potter drabble #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x gn!reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter imagine #james potter fic #✉️

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havocskies · 2 years

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hi u can do vance hopper x shy male reader who loves reading horror books and drawing gore horror stuff

THIEF | VANCE HOPPER X MALE READER

ofc i can !! i love this sm actually omg, thank you for requesting !!! as a shy horror nerd and someone who loves drawing this will be so easy to write i think

also i know requests are getting done very slowly it's bc i'm trying to work on all of them n most of them are fics 😭 i have stuff goin on irl too </33 also this is not proofread unfortunately 🫶

TWs: none

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"What are you drawing?"

As a particularly familiar voice greets your ears you look up, your attention stolen away from your sketchbook. It was your boyfriend who was currently hanging out with you. At the moment he seemed to be watching you draw, looming over your shoulder. In any other circumstance this would likely seem intimidating but he was your boyfriend no matter how scary he accidentally was sometimes.

"A killer from this one new horror movie I saw - Texas Chainsaw Massacre I think? It's pretty cool. I'm drawing Nubbins, the weird hitchhiker dude." You explain, the tips of your mouth being pulled into a careful smile. You didn't often talk this much about your drawings but you knew Vance was genuinely curious, even if he had no idea what you were drawing half the time. He liked horror movies but he wasn't an avid fan like you were. Plus you liked books more than movies, and books weren't really Vance's thing.

"Oh, I heard about that I think. I thought you liked books though?" Vance questioned, watching the careful movements of your pencil on paper with interest. His question made you giggle a little which earned you a small glare in return.

"I do, it just seemed interesting. I can still watch movies, y'know. I did draw Carrie earlier today, though. The girl from that one book by Steven King? She was bullied a lot and got pigs blood dumped on her at prom, went absolutely crazy?" You tried your best to explain the book in hopes your boyfriend would understand but he simply stared blankly, his mouth pushed into a frown. You tried your best not to giggle but Vance looked so much less intimidating while he was confused you couldn't help but find it a little cute.

He didn't find it as amusing as you did. Instead he huffed and rolled his eyes. "I'm not a nerd like you, I don't read every book that I see." He shot back despite nothing being said in the first place.

"I think you'd actually like reading. If you weren't on that pinball machine all day, I mean. I swear you like it more than me." You joke. This seems to spark some amusement in Vance. He laughs, and you laugh in return. Even so, he's quick to defend himself as always.

"I do not! You might as well love your books more, you stare at them more than you stare at me." He playfully pushes your shoulder which may have been a little too hard but you know he means nothing by it. You decide to drop the subject and turn the page to the drawing of Carrie you had finished before Vance came over. It was the scene where Carrie was dying at the end and Sue found her. You liked that scene a lot, it was nice to know Carrie died knowing Sue didn't hate her.

Vance stares at the drawing, his brows furrowed. "What's going on in it?" Oh. You had forgotten he wasn't aware.

"Carrie, the one dying, is kind of reading Sue's mind before she dies. She finds out Sue didn't actually hate her and didn't know what was going to happen at prom. I just like the scene, I don't know." You shrug, dismissing everything else you'd like to say about the book. While you're practically obsessed with it you know Vance doesn't really care for books at all, so you decide not to bore him about it. To your surprise he inquires more about it, anyway.

"What's the rest of the book about?" He seems genuinely interested, his gaze fixed on the drawing as he stares at every part, every detail. You hesitate for a second before answering briefly.

"This girl, like 17 or 18 I think, is bullied at school for being really sheltered by her mom. She doesn't really know a lot and is just kind of an outcast, I guess." You watch Vance's expression and surprisingly he's still listening, waiting for you to continue. You do. "Anyway, Sue gets Tommy to take her to prom so she can have a good time and live her life like an actual person. Her mom's super religious though so she didn't like it but Carrie went anyway. Another group of people poured pigs blood on her while they were crowned queen and queen."

Vance seemed as though he were in thought for a moment before he quickly fixed his expression. "It sounds okay, I guess." He shrugged and tapped his fingers against his arms. He normally fiddled with his pocket knife but you had recently asked him not to do it around you, it often made you nervous. He was understanding, and you knew he would be. Vance was without a doubt scary but you were his boyfriend, he wasn't going to scare you. Not with any harm, anyway.

Instead Vance had a habit of simply sneaking up on you or showing up behind corners while you were distracted. He still took joy in being an absolute menace, unfortunately. You're taken away from your thoughts as your boyfriend takes your pencil from your hand and more carefully takes your sketchbook. You allow him, you knew he had no malicious intent.

Often times when he took your sketchbook he simply wanted to look through it or occasionally doodle. This time it seemed as though he were trying to copy your drawing of Carrie right beside your own. His lips were pressed together and his brows furrowed as he focused, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly more when he messed up and had to erase his mistake. You weren't sure if he was frustrating himself until he threw the pencil down onto the bed and looked at you with a proud grin.

You take your attention away from Vance and look at his copy of your drawing. A small smile is placed upon your face as you study it. It really wasn't that good, but Vance was proud of it and it certainly was a bit better than it normally was. If your drawing wasn't right there you'd be able to guess it was Carrie. Had he been practicing or something?

"You have some competition, now." Your boyfriend boasted, his arms crossed as he looked down at your sketchbook and then back up to you. You snort, shaking your head a little in disbelief. "Clearly. Stop practicing, i'm supposed to be the artsy one in this relationship, that's my job. Not yours."

Vance let out a laugh at your response. "Maybe I will take your place. Be careful." You rolled your eyes in attempts to show your false lack of approval but the smile plastered onto your expression proved otherwise. You couldn't believe it, before you had dated Vance you would've assumed the most artsy thing he was interested in was carving things with his pocket knife. You were proven wrong, apparently.

Whether it was from an actual new interest in drawing or his competitive nature in general you weren't sure, but you weren't complaining. You were glad he at least had some sort of interest in the things your interested in, even if it was just to try and be better than you at it. An idea popped up into your head, an idea anyone else would get punched for even considering. You were his boyfriend though, so you were pretty much safe.

"I'll just beat your highscore at pinball or something. Doesn't seem that hard." You shrugged, taking a quick glance at Vance's expression. He looked shocked, his mouth slightly opened and his eyes wide. You almost laughed but you managed to bite your tongue. As much as you knew Vance wouldn't actually hurt you you couldn't count on him putting you in a light headlock, which was probably what he was considering right now.

"You wouldn't even get close." Vance's voice got lower, his tone nowhere far away from threatening. Still, the spark of amusement in his eyes is still there. He's only teasing.

"I'm thinking about it. Since we're picking up new hobbies and all." You flip through the pages of your sketchbook to try and seem as though this conversation wasn't interesting you in the slightest. You probably just looked a little dumb.

"You absolutely will not!" Vance quickly moves forward and holds you close in a position where you could barely move. You can't help but laugh, your fists flying backwards in an attempt to get out of your boyfriend's grasp. It comes nowhere near working but you can feel the vibrations of him trying his best to stop himself from laughing, too. It wasn't really working that well.

"Vance Hopper I will break that pinball machine instead!" You cackled, finally landing a hit on Vance. By the way he grunted and seemed to almost stagger a little you could tell you had accidentally hurt him more than you wanted to. Before you could even pause and apologize he was back to teasing as if you hadn't even done anything at all.

"I'll just take your sketchbook, then." Your boyfriend stated in a matter-of-fact tone. You barely even get your words out before he lets go and grabs your sketchbook before you get a chance to. Vance quickly gets off of your bed and you copy his movements, the two of you pausing as you wait for the other to move. You move first, grabbing for your sketchbook only for him to let out a bark of laughter and run out of your room. You want to say something but you decide to save your breath for the chase you knew he was likely going to win.

Vance ran from cops significantly more than you did. You never ran from cops, you didn't have to. This wasn't the first time he had unceremoniously stolen something from you and ran, unfortunately. He seemed to find it entertaining and while you did, too in a sense it didn't always end in you winning. Still, you decide to feed his already overgrown ego and chase him around your house in hopes he won't accidentally break anything in the process.

It doesn't take you long to catch up, once you get downstairs you find him waiting right in the living room. The second he sees you, though, he starts running again and you do, too. You dodge various pieces of furniture, almost knocking one of the chairs in your dining room over. Thankfully Vance is much less clumsy than you and as far as you have seen hasn't come close to breaking anything or knocking anything over.

"Give it!" You demand, your breath overtaking your voice as you struggle to get it back. Vance is struggling too, his chest rising and lowering as he stands with your sketchbook on the other side of the table. Rather than a proper response he gives an out of breath laugh. You know you won't get your stolen property back by simply catching him, that boy has outrun probably half of the police officers in Denver easily.

You try your best to formulate a plan in your head. You could trick him, but you weren't really sure how. Even though he had already failed two grades and was easily going on year three he wasn't an idiot. Whatever you quickly came up with he'd definitely figure out without a doubt. Bribery, maybe. The only thing he cares about his pinball, though, and you weren't that keen on wasting money when you knew he'd give it back eventually.

Even so, you wanted to win. You may be the polar opposite of your boyfriend personality wise but you were equally as competitive. You were going to get that sketchbook back on your own.

"I'll give you money for pinball if you give me my sketchbook." You try your best to hide your growing smirk. Vance raised one singular eyebrow, his breaths becoming more regulated as time goes on. You don't need a verbal response to know he's considering and likely wants you to go on.

"Enough for like - a few games maybe? I know you're short on change right now, you were complaining about it earlier at the Grab n' Go." You knew this because you were the one Vance was complaining to. You often watched him play pinball the same as he often watched you draw.

"Okay, deal." Vance shrugs, stepping forward. You know Vance, and you know he's not just gonna give it to you that easily. You're gonna have to be equally as mean if you want that sketchbook as bad as he does. As soon as he walks close enough you waste no time to tackle him to the ground, catching him off guard and causing both of you to tumble into the ground.

Before Vance has enough time to react you grab your sketchbook from his hands and try your best to get up. Instead he grabs your ankle and pulls you down, crawling forward in attempt to grab your own sketchbook from your hands after you had just taken it back from him. You loved him, but the audacity this boy has sometimes is truly unbelievable. Determined to not let Vance take it again you slide it across the floor, causing your boyfriend to pause and curse under his breath.

You could tell he was beginning to take this seriously. You were too, in a sense. You really wanted to win for once and Vance could tell. The two of you rush forward, your socks sliding on the floor of the dining room as you both try your best to get there first. Without thinking you push Vance's face away to try and give you enough time and stop him a little. It works, and you feel your sketchbook in your hands once again.

You decide to not make the mistake of lingering again and bolt upstairs deciding running outside with Vance chasing you would look a little odd without context. You also didn't feel like getting your socks dirty. Your boyfriend wastes no time chasing after you as you make your ways upstairs, the thumping of two pairs of feet on the stairs probably enough to cause an earthquake if you both tried hard enough.

You make it into your room before Vance does and, knowing exactly what he's gonna try, shove it into one of your drawers right after closing the door on his face. It opens right after you shut the drawer closed, leaving you to stand in your own room empty handed and a little nervous. Your boyfriend looks over your room in a frenzy to try and find your sketchbook and quickly gives up, accepting the sketchbook is gone but not yet accepting you actually won.

A proud grin adorns your face, your whole body shaking with leftover adrenaline from being chased around your own house and being knocked to the ground once or twice. Vance stares at you before huffing and sitting down onto your bed, the mattress shifting with the new weight of your boyfriend. You join him.

"So I don't get the change for pinball?" He asks, his voice full of disappointment that really doesn't match his personality at all. You sigh and roll your eyes ever so slightly, the smallest of smiles appearing as you fished through your pockets for change. As you hand it over to Vance his expression immediately lights up and he affectionately punches you in the shoulder, maybe a little harder than necessary. "Alright, thanks." He laughs, putting the coins into his own pockets. You really got robbed twice.

You snort in response and Vance seems to stare at your small bookshelf, his eyes apparently caught on a specific one. You follow his gaze but can't tell exactly which one he's looking at specifically, there are quite a few.

"Hey, isn't that the book you were talking about?" You narrow your eyes in thought before you finally come across the memory.

"Oh, yeah. Carrie. Why?"

"Can I uh - borrow it or something? I probably won't finish it, I'm not a literal nerd like you, but you seemed to like it so maybe it's not that bad." He shrugged nonchalantly, though his fixed attention on the book broke his 'cool guy' facade. You smirk, standing up and grabbing the book from the shelf.

"Sure, I don't mind. Just give it back at some point, please." You can't help but chuckle, holding the book out towards your boyfriend. He gives an indignant snort in response and takes it from your hands.

"No promises."

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mios-art · 1 year

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I will not apologize for making you feel things about Qijiu again!! Thank you sm for the art, I love ❤️❤️❤️ I tried to check your blog for them before but didn't see any so I was hesitant to send that prompt. What are your thoughts on/for them? I, for one, agree that they deserve a good hugging session! And also a good cry.

Hahahahaha and thank you!!

And oh boy, I have many conflicting feelings about Shen Jiu, which I think is a great sign that he’s an awesome character! He was a terrible, bitter person born out of the awful horrible situation he grew up in. Yue Qingyuan definitely cared so much about him, but I don’t think OG Shen Qingqiu ever realised that ;;;;;;;

It would have taken so much time and effort to make him see it, and just going from the info from the books, I’m not sure he would have ever been able to accept those feelings 😭😭😭

Their story was definitely a tragic one, they both deserve to hug it out, even if OG Shen Qingqiu would have hated it: he was terrible at emotions 😭😭😭

Yue Qingyuan was so dedicated to him, I think that even if he couldn’t be with him in the end, seeing "Shen Qingqiu" happy with Luo Binghe probably brought him joy, even if it was tinted with sadness. I think it’s not fair to him that from his point of view, Shen Qingiu just seem to have forgotten about their shared past, but I don’t think he’s one to get mad about that, I think he’s definitely sad deep down, but mostly relieved that his loved one managed to seemingly move on and heal

I like to think that they’ll meet again somehow, at least so they could talk about what happened and about their feelings, we probably will need to tie OG Shen Qingqiu on a chair so he has no choice but to listen though lmao

Every time I see a character like OG Shen Qingiu who has done pretty unredeemable things, I’m always like, could we give them a do over but with a better life so I can see how they turn out pls??? Fix it fics it is I guess haaaaa

BUT never stop yourself from asking for things for me to draw because I haven’t drawn it before, worst case scenario I’ll do the closest thing that I’m comfortable with to what you ask, I’m always happy to have people interact with me ; v ;

#not an art post #i hope this isnt too pessimistic aaaaa #I don’t draw them very much because i dont ship them that much BUT I love Yue Qingyuan and wish he could have been with the one he loved #shen jiu #yue qingyuan #svsss #controvercial thoughts maybe i dont know aaaaa #svsss spoilers

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hard-core-super-star · 6 months

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I just read hailee and kate comforting R on a bad day and I just melted I needed to read something like this 🥺

Kshskakksk well, I'm looking on the bright side and feeling honored. I'm always here to remind and serve you ma'am 🤭

ok, I DIDN'T GET IT RIGHT LMAO, I had a theory that it would have to do with the songs on your fics playlist, or maybe in the list you recommended some that you like, I thought for a moment that it was something sara and tegan related but then I was like “nahhh” because I didn’t remember hearing anything with the name 119% or mentioning it--

Injustice's dialogues are all so good!!! definitely the best part of the game for me, just like mortal kombat. rubix don't even think about trying to take these kids' iPhones, that's equivalent to stealing their candies nowadays! stop!

I forgot that Batwoman and Batman ARE related oh my god. but yeah, that comparison makes sense now hdjwakik 😭

so they get caught by some kind of time police AND IT ENDS THERE? yes, no-harm done but damn, it's enough for the mind to create a thousand scenarios that could have happened. you have a point, maybe having it end like that on purpose would have been something funny, just leaving it open that they managed or would escape from this prison (literally speaking without even having watched this season)

YEEESSS AMAYA!!! I love her sm, I thought she and that guy who shared his body with an old man had the coolest powers ever. girlfriends? like, canon gfs?? or you're outraged because you wanted them to be girlfriends? 😶 I didn't finish ALL the flash seasons, are you telling me there's another team flash??

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i feel that, it's so comforting to write things like that for me so i'm glad reading it feels that way too

as long as you don't think i'm boring, you look at the bright side all you like. now, now, let's not get too carried away, shall we? unless...

dhafjkgdgj lmao, in your defense, it was a slightly hidden reference so don't feel too bad about it. you were like halfway there but i thought i would save us the guessing games and just tell you what it was. it's just a random attachment to the number [and the song] and and old habit i don't think i'll ever break, tbh.

i agree, it's so funny and for what??? they truly went above and beyond and i admire them. THAT'S NOT WHAT I WAS THINKING. okay, maybe a little but seriously, they don't need a phone, they're children!

fake fan! just kidding, it's hard to keep track of the Bat-Family and who is genuinely related to who. as long as it makes sense, that's all that matters to me.

yup. at least it's open-ended enough for people like me to be like "and then they escaped and everything is fine" but like ouch. at least ava and sara get their happy ending.

amaya was honestly one of the best characters on the show. i hated her romance with nate but at least it was well-written unlike some other ones. and i agree Firestorm is cool af, i don't understand the science part of it but it's still cool. and, sadly, zari and amaya were never close to being canon but there's enough subtext and chemistry for my brain to be bothered by the fact a relationship between them wasn't given to me. technically no. but in my mind OG Team Flash is barry, cisco, and caitlin so anyone else who gets added later is part of another Team Flash. [especially the new characters like Allegra and Chester and everyone else that i've already forgotten because they're irrelevant to me]

#rubix replies #🌟

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