why am i attracted to this character

untigravity + explosion and you get a rocket ship.

sometimes I’m not even sure why I am into kacchako because Bakugou is annoying aggresive piece of shit. maybe it’s because I realy want him to grow up, it is interesting to see how a character develops, and Bakugou has the longest way to go. 

why Ochako? I love the chemistry on the battlefield between them. I don’t mean attraction or that Bakugou somehow respects Ochako now, but the way they contrasted with each other and shit.

I want some more interaction between them and moreover the rocket ship thing just has to happen because it’s ridiculously obvious .

Writing Prompts

To celebrate me reaching 1.8k, Send me a number and a character and I’ll write a drabble. 

(from different sources, so credit to all)

1. “I don’t want to have a baby.”
2. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?” 
3. “Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!
4. “You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”
5. “Well, this is where I live.” 
6. “Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”
7. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
8. “For some reason I’m attracted to you.” 
9. “I am not losing you again.” 
10. “Why don’t they just kiss already?” 
11. “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.” 
12. “All I wanted was your honesty.” 
13. “Why do you keep pushing me away?” 
14. “I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.” 
15. “I’ve never felt this way before….and it scares the shit out of me.” 
16. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
17. “Are you really taking his side against me?”
18. “Wait a seconds are you jealous?” 
19. “I wish I could hate you.” 
20. “I’m sorry if this upsets you, but I’m going to marry her/him.” 
21. “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.
22. “Come over here and make me.” 
23. “This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” 
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.” 
25. “I thought you were dead.” 
26. “This isn’t just about you. It’s about what’s best for all of us.” 
27. “I love you, you asshole.” 
28. “You did this for me?”
29. “You can’t protect me.”
30. “You know I wouldn’t do this if I had any other choice.”
31. “Promise me you’ll look after your mom.”  
32. “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.” 
33. “Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.”
34. “The way you flirt is shameful.”
35. “I waited and waited, but you never came back.” 
36. “You never told me you had a fucking twin.”
37. “I want to go back to before….”
38. “I just wanted an easy day with my girlfriend/boyfriend. What’s so wrong with that?”
39. “Go then, leave! See if I care!”
40. “Why are yo up so early?”
41. “Please, take me instead!”
42. “You braided his hair?” 
43. “She’s been missing since Friday and you’re not worried?”
44. “Have you lost your damn mind?!”
45.  “Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.”
46.  “I’m your daughter.”
47. “I’m not surprised that you murdered him.” 
48. “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?” 
49. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?”
50. “Don’t use me as an example. I wasn’t a good kid.”

#1-126 Prompts for any Character!!

Okay!! So, you can pick any of these prompts for any character you want at any time. Thanks!!!!

1. “This isn’t gonna end well!”

2. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

3. “Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’!

4. “You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”

5. “Well, this is where I live.”

6. “Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”

7. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

8. “For some reason I’m attracted to you.”

9. “I am not losing you again.”

10. “Why don’t they just kiss already?”

11. “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”

12. “All I wanted was your honesty.”

13. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”

14. “I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.”

15. “I’ve never felt this way before….and it scares the shit out of me.”
16. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

17. “Are you really taking his side against me?”

18. “Wait a second are you jealous?”

19. “I wish I could hate you.”

20. “I’m sorry if this upsets you, but I’m going to marry her/him.”

21. “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”

22. “Come over here and make me.”

23. “This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

25. “I thought you were dead.”

26. “This isn’t just about you. It’s about what’s best for all of us.”

27. “I love you, you asshole.”

28. “You did this for me?”

29. “You can’t protect me.”

30. “You know I wouldn’t do this if I had any other choice.”

31. “Promise me you’ll look after your mom.”

32. “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”

33. “Stop talking about the past, I could be dead in a matter of hours… make me up a future.”

34. “The way you flirt is shameful.”

35. “I waited and waited, but you never came back.”

36. “You never told me you had a fucking twin.”

37. “I want to go back to before….”

38. “I just wanted an easy day with my girlfriend/boyfriend. What’s so wrong with that?”

39. “Go then, leave! See if I care!”

40. “Why are you up so early?”

41. “Please, take me instead!”

42. “You braided his hair?”

43. “She’s been missing since Friday and you’re not worried?”

44. “Have you lost your damn mind?!”

45. “Please don’t argue. You have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.”

46. “I’m your daughter.”

47. “I’m not surprised that you murdered him.”

48. “Is there a special reason, as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

49. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?”

50. “Don’t use me as an example. I wasn’t a good kid.”

51. “Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me to hate you?”

52. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”

53. “I’m not happy here.”

54. “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”

55. “I just want to cuddle and watch Friends.”

56. “You’re hiding something from me.”

57. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

58. “I want my best friend back.”

59. “You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn.”

60. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

61. “A wedding?”

62. “I just want to be alone right now.”

63. “Don’t you dare to ever do that again!”

64. “Where would someone hide in a town like this?”

65. “If I ever see you anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!”

66. “I thought you were a dream come true.”

67. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”

68. “I came here to explain what happened, and I’m not leaving until you listen.”

69. “I made a mistake.”

70. “H-How long have you been standing there?”

71. “You can’t break my heart like this!”

72. “I wasn’t going to wait around for you forever.”

73. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

74. “I’ve moved on.”

75. “This is why you don’t ever have any shirts to wear.”

76. “Run, and don’t ever look back.”

77. “The three seconds rule doesn’t apply to sticky foods.”

78. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

79. “Please, don’t give up on me.”

80. “When are you going to realize that I don’t care?”

81. “I may be an idiot but I’m your idiot.”

82. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

83. “Fuck…I feel I’ve been hit by a car.”

84. “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

85. “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

86. “I’m tired of being your secret.”

87. “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly it seems quite dangerous.”

88. “Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”

89. “Let me tell you exactly where in hell you can go.”

90.“Who gave you that black eye?!”

91. “After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”

92. “I miss her so damn much, and it’s killing me that she’s gone!”

93. “What the hell are you doing here?! I told you I never wanted to see you again!”

94. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

95. “Are you drunk?”

96. “I’m sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”
97. “You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?”

98. “It’s okay baby, I’m here for you.”

99. “You say the nastiest things when you’re angry, so yes, I’m walking away from you now.

100. “I’m starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was.”

101. “My parents asked about you.”

102.“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!”

103. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

104. “Do you need me to get anything from the store?”

105. “They say I’m in here because I’m crazy, I think I’m crazy because I’m in here.”

106. “There’s no getting out of this. You ruined me”

107. “If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.”

108. “I was going to kiss him, but then my friend texted me about going to Taco Bell, and, well, there’s this cashier that works there who is way cuter, so I bailed on the rest of the date.”

109. “Don’t say you love me.”

110. “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”

111. Meeting him/her for the first time

112. Him/her asking you out

113. Your first date

114. Your first kiss

115. Cuddling with him/her

116. Neck kisses

117. “I swear I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

118. “Why are you wearing my shirt? Please, don’t take it off. It looks good on you.”

119. Going on a vacation together

120. Going to an amusement park together

121. Dancing together

122.Him/her rescuing you (if the person you want can do that ex. superhero)
123. Your first time

124. And what did we learn from that?” “Not to mess with you.”

125.Comforting him/her after a nightmare

126. The wedding day

queenofpanthers  asked:

I wanna ask the reasons why you find Shinso so lovable. From a personal pov I didn't find him that amazing of a character neither fell in love with him but I am curious about the reasons you have and since I've seen the amount of attention you give him I decided you were the right person to ask.


But first of all, let’s remember that everyone has different tastes and opinions and that what I’ll say is my personal opinion and you have the right to not agree with me. Something that attract me to a character might repulse someone else. 

SO!! Let get into it!

First of all: I love the misunderstood kind of characters.

Even though most of the people were afraid of him because of his quirk (something that he can’t control, like?? He can’t choose what quirk he get, it’s not his fault if I got a brainwashing quirk.) he still want to be a hero, probably to prove to everyone that even with his power, he can be a good person. When you think about it, it would be so much easier for him to be a villain. But he decided to become a hero and he’s determined to be one! 

His personality

Even though he didn’t get much screen time, we can see what kind of personality he has. He’s very straightforward and yet very reserved. Shinsou is definitly the kind of character who try to show like they don’t care but, in the inside, they do. We know that, during his childhood, he was constantly told he would become a villain or that his quirk isn’t suited for a hero. He must have got used to this kind of comment and became more cold toward people.

His look

I mean.. like…. Messy purple hair and huge eyebags…. What do you need more??

No seriously, I just love his look. And the fact that he’s so tall….

So many mysteries!!!

We don’t know much about him tho! ( And that’s what drives me crazy )

His family? Are his parents supportive to him? Is Aizawa a relative?? Is he an orphan? Does he have siblings?

His childhood? Was he bullied? How did he discover his quirk? Did something bad happened with it?

His eyesbags? Where do they come from? Insomnia? Family genetics? Countless sleepless nights thinking about the meaning of life??

Why he wants to be a hero? Prove he’s a good guy? Prove that his quirk is not just for bad things? Because someone inspired him to be one?

His quirk

Let’s be honest, brainwashing is a super cool quirk. 

I can’t think of anything else right now but… Those are some reasons of why I love him so much.

Fandom Asks: Send Me A Number

1. Character in my fandoms that I think I’m most like.
2. What character archetype am I attracted to?
3. First ever ship and why.
4. How much has your life change ever since you started fangirling/fanboying?
5. Top 3 Favorite TV shows.
6. Top 3 Favorite movies.
7. Top 3 Favorite books.
8. Dream crossover?
9. Character death you still haven’t moved on yet?
10. Craziest fangirl/fanboy moment?
11. Ever cosplayed a character/dream cosplay?
12. Make me choose between two characters.
13. Make me choose between two ships.
14. Favorite fanfiction read/written.
15. Most loathed character. EVER.
16. Favorite villain/s.
17. A show you used to love but eventually hated or vice-versa.
18. A character you used to love but eventually hated or vice-versa.
19. A ship you used to love but eventually hated or vice-versa.
20. Your ultimate OTP?
21. Any fandom related question you can think of. :)

peyelle  asked:

So, could you tell us why jasper is your favorite character?


buckle up kiddos theres a whooooooole lotta reasons lol

FIRST, shes super tall and strong and attractive (oof her voice too am i right) and im super gay. how could i resist a giant fluffy lady who could snap me like a tooth pick but wouldnt because she doesnt ever seriously hurt anyone unnecessarily??? i mean COME ON shes like the DREAM

SECOND, shes got a lot of complex feelings brewing beneath the surface and shes always giving us little hints that shes struggling to cope with a really fucking hard life that shes been dealt. like, we know shes been fighting, rejected, alone, and grieving for her diamond for basically the entirety of her existence.

THIRD, i guess kinda tmi but not really, i relate to her a lot?? im kind of a big and intimidating looking person irl and people tend to judge me based on that a lot. like, its kinda the same with jasper, “oh she cant be hurting that much, look how big/strong she is” or “shes just lashing out because shes mean spirited” rather than, gosh, you know maybe being afraid and alone and trying to protect herself from further pain in the only way she knows how? 

LIKE! honestly shes been through SO MUCH and has clearly been suffering for so long, and all we’ve seen in the show is her having to cope with MORE FAILURE. im sure that her trying to compensate for her perceived failures is the root of most of her flaws in the first place! so it frustrates me when people just place her in a “villain/evil” box instead of actually thinking about the reasoning for her actions. of course shes going to be aggressive and defensive when shes faced with what she sees as constant failure and rejection and not having anyone help her out of a self-blaming thought cycle. 

I JUST LOVE HER SO MUCH AND I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT HER WOW!!! so tl;dr shes hot and im gay, shes got a lot of complex stuff goin on that we have yet to see, and i feel very protective of her because i relate to her experiences of being pitted as a villain for her appearance/defensive actions

HAHA THIS GOT VERY PASSIONATE AND HEATED SORRY LOL i really just care a lot abt her 💦💦💦

anonymous asked:

why do you hate hide so much?? i know his fans can be annoying but hide really didnt do anything wrong

Now, look here. I think people are getting me wrong.

I love Hideyoshi Nagachika, Ishida Sui’s character who was a huge moral support to Kaneki for a huge portion of his life, is probably the one of the shadiest characters in the series with a extremely dubious concept of morality, who on his own was able to fool a ghoul and place a tracker on him, ‘fought’ a ghoul using ketchup and firecrackers that led a bunch of ghoul investigators to actually eliminate said ghoul why he quietly snuck off, infiltrated the CCG so that he can obtain information and maybe find his best friend and ends up becoming a huge reason why Kaneki regained his reason to live. 

I hate the Hideyoshi Nagachika that was the fandom’s creation, who’s apparently the sole sunshine and cinnamon roll of this series, has done absolutely nothing wrong, will hurt nobody at all, who’s predicted to finally show up at some point in time and magically cure Kaneki’s depression and PTSD to return all happiness and sunshine to his life and whose biggest purpose right now is to come back like some prince on a white horse to rescue the damsel in distress Kaneki Ken from the raging and despicable demon otherwise known as Kirishima Touka. 

I’ve been talking to a few mutuals recently about Hide and we think Hide’s character has been warped by a huge portion of his fandom already. So when on Tumblr, I don’t really talk much about him? But if I am honest, while Hide isn’t as high up on my faves list as he used to be, I still really like him. His story in the novel is one of my favorites ever because he’s so sneaky and cool and I generally love characters with intelligence and insight (which is why I was attracted to Hide in the first place). I talk a lot about him with my friends irl as well. Anon, I don’t hate Hide and I don’t hate Hidekane. Don’t get me wrong. :P


I watched Sakamoto Desu Ga? and it is a really interesting anime series that I highly recommend. When I watched this anime and seen the cosplay, I was surprised by how he looks like William T. Spears and Kyoya Ootori’s love child. How is that possible? A grim reaper and a calculating high school student that equals a very muscular high school student with the cool demeanor. Also, Sakamoto has a Sebastian Michaelis vibe about him, so that is probably why I am attracted to this character. If you want a good anime series, I highly recommend Sakamoto Desk Ga? and I plan to buy the manga series which is only four volumes. I hope you find this intruging and I hope you check out this series Along with Ouran High School Host Club and Black Butler if you haven’t checked those out! Stay curious my friends! ☺😍🐱🌹❤

there is a difference between me as a lesbian reclaiming villainous characters that have been queercoded or wanting certain villains i like to be gay then having a character forced onto me by writers who only code the character as gay so they can show how “deranged” or “perverted” the character is. when i reclaim/want a villain to be gay i am doing it with an awareness of the character’s actions/personality but still seeing them as a multifaceted human being capable of same sex attraction. when writers queercode villains they do not care about gay people and how we would handle the character ourselves, they are only doing it for shock value/because they want to as i said before liken being gay to being mentally ill or perverted in some way. 

Behind the Walls (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Professor!Bucky X Reader

Words: 1,775

Warnings: None yet…except talk about school!

Summary: You are currently getting your PhD in Art History, your dissertation being about The Power of Nudity in Art. Your adviser recommends you switch from being her TA to another professor because she feels her health is declining and wants you to get the best help/advice from someone new. She recommends Dr. James Barnes and believes he will be of great help to you. Things don’t turn out as you plan.

A/N: This is born out of my “admiration” for Bucky’s character!!! I am also writing this because I have this fantasy that always involves the opposite individual being a Professor! I honestly don’t know why I get turned on by the “Professor” figure. Having said that, I am a Sapiosexual meaning I am attracted to intelligence, and since I am yet to meet an intelligent person, I think I am mostly attracted to professors (which is honestly not a healthy thing…believe me). For now, this will just be fluff and angst, but will definitely include smut in later chapters. A bit of a slow build. Professor!Bucky has a metal arm in this one because I am kinky as shit.
Also, picture was made by @0-ves-0
Art is amazing!!

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A Rant on Tomarry and Harrymort, BEWARE!

I am a fanfic writer. I personally discovered that I write gay fanfiction really well. I like to read it, write it, ship it, discuss it, and anything else involving my ships.

I have the tendency to ship the main antagonist and the main protagonist in every show, anime, manga, book, cartoon, etc… Harrymort and Tomarry are literally my favs out of everything. Whether it be male slash, female slash, or hetero pairing. Personally, I have 8 posted Tomarry fics and 4 posted Harrymort fics. I have 5 mixed HP/LV/TMR fics in the works. Some have genderbending and some don’t. Watermelonsmellinfellon on FF.net. (EDIT: I have many more fics now.)

I pimp out my other fics at the end of my chapters and literally, this person read only one chapter of one of my Harrymort fics and flamed me over the pairing. Voldemort murdered Harry’s parents. He’s a cold-hearted killer. He’s old and evil. I’m a sick person for even liking the pairing. They didn’t like the pairing to which I responded(since all of my fics are rated M and you have to actively search them out) about why they were even in the Harry/Voldemort section at all.

This has led me to rant, ‘cause I am pissed off with people’s stupidity.

Tom Riddle Character Analysis and How he Came to be That Way:

Tom was born on the last day on 1926. His mother died right after naming him. The workers in the orphanage didn’t know anything about her and as he grew up, they informed him that she was a member of a circus, because they assumed it about her. She wasn’t attractive and for some reason, couldn’t properly articulate herself. She was weird.

Tom is a magical child. All magical children are different then muggle children. Like Hermione Granger, who was much smarter and more advanced than her peers and was ostracized for it. Tom was much like Hermione. Smart. He had a level of understanding far above his peerage. Powerful. A level of control over his magic that normally isn’t seen in untrained wizards, let alone those who don’t know that they are magical. Charisma. Able to charm the pants off anyone around him.

The other children noticed that Tom was different than them. Better, smarter, and always had strange things happening to him. Children can be the most cruel beings on the planet and everyone set to alienating him. Whether through pure loathing or jealousy or even because they were weirded out, we don’t know. We do know, that Tom never had friends.

You have a brilliant child, growing up lonely, knowing that he is different from everyone else. Who is a subject of bullying. Who is an orphan with a bad idea of his parents. He either has four ways to respond to the way his life has turned out. Feel sorry for himself, ignore it all and hope they go away, be the ‘bigger man’(this term pisses me off a lot), or HATE - with a flaming passion - and destroy the opposition.

Tom has a mentality that he is alone and therefore only himself matters. So he would go with the option that best benefits himself. Getting even and then tearing his enemies down so they can’t ever bother him again, would obviously make him feel better. And that is what he does.

And he teaches the children some lessons. Some are morbid yes, but I feel no pity. You bite the bull, you get the horns.

And then he learned that he was magical. And Dumbledore listened to the words of a woman he barely knew, who didn’t like Tom at all, and regarded the boy with distrust. And the moment he heard Tom say that he could talk to snakes, Tom was public enemy number one! Over talking to snakes!

I feel that Dumbledore played a very large part in the creation of Voldemort. Tom was a muggle raised child, entering the wizarding world. He was sorted into a House that was notorious for disliking those not of pure blood. If Dumbledore knew that Tom was a Parselmouth, why did he let him go on? Why didn’t he inform Tom about his possible ancestry? Tom would have been treated better in his House had they known that he wasn’t a mudblood and that he was Slytherin’s Heir. But instead, Dumbledore withheld vital information and watched from afar, as if Tom was born as some sort of demon that was evil to the bone and had to be stalked at every moment.

Nature vs Nurture.

No one is born evil, racist, bigoted etc… It is how they are raised and the examples they are given, that shape who they are.

By Tom’s fifth year, he is interested in his ancestry and looks into it. Tom had hoped that his father was his magical parent but found no record of Riddle and had to live with the fact that his mother was the magical parent. He tracked his name Marvolo, to the Gaunts. Morfin Gaunt informed him that he was of the last of the Slytherin Line and looked a lot like Tom Riddle who lived in the ‘big house’. Tom now knows that his mother was a pureblood and not a ratty circus performer. And his father was a muggle aristocrat, who left her while she was pregnant. Who ran away.

Now, Tom has a dislike for muggles and muggleborns. Where did this come from?

The orphanage, where he was bullied and hated by everyone for being different. Hogwarts, where he was bullied and hated by his House for being a ‘mudblood’. And finally - here’s a little history lesson.

Tom had high aspirations. He wanted to be well known. On September 7th of 1940, Adolf Hitler ordered the London Blitz - which lasted until May of 1941. London was repeatedly bombed and 32,000 died from being blown to pieces and 87,000 were grievously injured. Remember, that WWII is happening in the muggle world. At the time, there was no telling how long it would last. No telling when the madness would end. And Tom faced going back to that, every summer. And he was denied his request to stay at Hogwarts. He could have died at any moment and no one would remember him. Or care. Leading to his fear of death and his search for immortality.

His dislike of muggles and muggleborns isn’t so shocking now… is it?

So, Tom doesn’t ever find out that his mother drugged his father with love potions. He is under the impression that his pureblood mother who was of noble heritage, was used and thrown aside by a filthy muggle.

In his mind, killing the Riddles was suitable revenge. (I personally feel that both Tom and Merope were in the wrong about many things, so I feel no pity for either of them.)

Tom’s lust for being immortal and memorable has already pervaded the story. He learned of Horcruxes and managed to make 2 before asking Slughorn if it was possible to make seven. Seven is a very powerful magical number and Tom wanted every possible protection from death. He was willing to kill to do it.

Tom continues in his life, gaining followers, magic, and reputation. He could have gone to the Ministry, but denied all offers in order to make connections at Borgin and Burke’s. He even tried for the DADA position again, but was turned away by none other than Dumbledore. In order to get even, he cursed the position.

His sanity began decreasing with every Horcrux he made, until he was a shell of his former self. He no longer thought things through. No longer cared for anything really. He was a husk with too much power.

And then his body is destroyed at he comes back 13 years later, restarting his pointless war, ‘fighting’ for a cause that labeled him as inferior. He obviously didn’t consider that for some reason. He obviously missed everything.

And his lack of sanity and complete disregard for anything besides himself, are what led to him being stuck in limbo for eternity.

Tom Marvolo Riddle(I am Lord Voldemort) is a flawed character. He would be boring if he wasn’t. I empathize with and pity him. I do not hate or dislike him. I am a little ashamed of some of the things he has done, but to be honest, I adore his character. And I really think that no one would be perfect for him, except Harry.

Harry Potter Character Analysis and How he Came to be That Way:

Harry was prophesied to be Tom’s equal. And the problem with the prophesy, is that it could be taken in many ways. In my fanfics, I have twisted that thing in every which way I could manage. Voldemort put the prophesy into action by marking his equal and unknowingly placing a piece of his soul inside said equal, gifting him with Parseltongue and making him a Horcrux.

Harry is a halfblood, like Voldemort is. Even similar in appearance, according to CoS Tom Riddle and the HP Wikia. Marked as his equal. Keeper of his soul, no matter how corny it sounds. Holder of his wand’s brother wand. An orphan who grew up in the muggle world, surrounded by people who hated him and wanted nothing to do with him. He was bullied constantly and no one stuck up for him. Who had no friends because of the bullies. Who was given incorrect information about his parents. Who managed to do strange things somehow. Who had powerful bouts of accidental magic. Who could talk to snakes. Who was a natural at DADA. Who was supposed to be in Slytherin. Was hated by a specific teacher for reasons beyond his control.

Controlled by Dumbledore to an extent. Forced to return to his hated place every summer. His decisions taken from him.

Their similarities can be terrifying. And yet, they have differences.

Harry wanted love. He wanted someone to rescue him. To care for him. He was willing to move in with a man he had only, a few hours prior, thought was a mass murderer bent on killing him. Harry longed so deeply, that he wore his heart on his sleeve. He was so compassionate, that he wouldn’t wish his sadness on others. And eventually, he did get what he wanted after much pain and heartbreak.

Harry sacrificed himself in the end and came back.

Tom on the other hand, deserved to be loved. All children do. But he was so fixed on being alone, he never considered the thought of being loved. If he had the care or at least dreamed about the care like Harry did, he would have been different. One act of kindness in his childhood could have shaped a completely different person.

But Tom ended up in limbo for eternity, because he was never shown a better way.

For the Tomarry and Harrymort pairings, my mind comes up with all manner of fanfics and ideas and I never tire of the pairing. I have so many just in my mind that it’s staggering!

-Voldemort overcoming his problems with Harry’s help.

-Harry being brought to freedom from worldly expectation by Voldemort or Tom Riddle.

-Tom Riddle learning love and happiness because of Harry.

-Both butting heads and learning’s to care for each other over a long and arduous time period.

-Pure smut just because it’s hot.

-Even darker pairings between them. Like both being bloodthirsty dark lords.

So many things we can do.

The best Harry Potter ship in my own opinion. Not that others are inadequate or bad, just that it is the best.

The understanding. The equality. 

It gets to me. It really does.

Some may not agree and that’s all well land good. Your opinion is your own. But this right here, is my opinion.

Tomarry and Harrymort are great pairings with a plethora of avenues that can be twisted and molded for your pleasure.

No one’s complaints will ever convince me that this pairing is ‘insipid’ and ‘stupid’.

Thank God For Porn

Originally posted by robbie-andrewkay

Pairing:  Peter Pan x Reader

Prompt:  Anonymous asked: #60 for Pan

Warning:  SMUT! Cursing

A/N:  This is definitely an A.U! Hope you enjoy, loves!


Living on your own was a lot harder than you expected. Sure it gave you unprecedented freedoms, and you really didn’t have to worry about wearing clothes around the house, but still. Your tiny flat was always eerily quiet, and paying the rent was never fun. However, you still enjoyed being on your own, the solace of the flat always bringing you joy.

This joy was short lived, though. You were sitting in your living room slumped against the faux leather couch, finally allowing yourself to relax after a stressful day of work. You sighed loudly, letting your eyes slowly drop, the sound of the T.V. fading into nothingness. Just when you were about to allow yourself to fall asleep, your phone rang loudly throughout the flat. You groaned loudly, slightly pissed that you couldn’t have at least a few moments of peace. You reluctantly forced yourself to stand, walking over to where you set your phone. You picked it up and saw it was your boss calling. You sighed loudly before answering. “Hello?”

“(Y/N), we need you to come in early tomorrow. John’s taking the day off and we need you to cover for him. See you at 6:00 a.m. sharp.” And with that, your boss promptly hung up. You wanted to scream, but you didn’t. You just sighed, and decided to go to sleep. You would need all the sleep you could get for tomorrow. You undressed quickly, and decided to forgo any real pajamas. You crawled into bed with only your underwear and attempted to get comfortable. You reached over to the bed side table, and turned off the lamp sitting there. After what felt like mere seconds, you felt sleep consume your body, the last thing you thought before falling to sleep was “Tomorrow is gonna be hell.”

You had all but forced yourself awake. You slowly sat up, a long yawn escaping from your throat. You rubbed your face, attempting to wake up more. You threw your legs over the edge of the bed and slowly stood up. Walking over to the closet, you chose an outfit that would at least keep you comfortable during the day. After putting on the ensemble of a flannel and leggings, you went into the bathroom for put on some light make-up and throw your hair up into a ponytail. When you were ready to leave it was 5:30, leaving your 30 minutes to get to the diner to start your shift. You walked out your flat and locked the door behind you, silently hoping that today wouldn’t be too horrible. You got into your car and drove to the diner, ready to start the day.

The day was hectic to say the least. The customers were rude, your boss was incredibly hard on you, and the tips were absolutely horrible. The only bright side was you were allowed to leave early, seeing as you had worked for almost twelve hours straight. The only thing your mind at this point was getting home, and going to sleep. You got into your car, and sped home.

You parked quickly, and rushed to the front door of your flat; you unlocked the door and stepped in, slamming the door behind you. You plopped yourself down on the couch, a deep sigh resonated through the flat. You felt like complete and utter shit. You wanted nothing more than to eat and go to sleep. Just when you were getting comfortable, you heard a knock on your day. Confused, you stood up and walked over to the door.

You opened the door and saw a boy you had never seen before. He was dressed in almost all green, his outfit reminding you of the forest. His mousy hair was swooped perfectly on his head. He had the greenest eyes you had ever seen, and his boyish face gave him the appearance of youth. He looked…kind of cute. One thing that stood out, however, was his expression. He looked as if he was about to pass out, his body hunched over slightly, a look of pain crossed his boyish features. He looked up at you, and his body swayed slightly. You caught him in before he fell over, and the one thing you hear is a quiet whisper of “Help me,” before promptly passing out in your arms.

Your eyes widened in shock, not sure what to do about the boy asleep in your arms. You decided, against all better judgement, to help him. You dragged him into your flat, kicking the door shut behind you with your foot. You pulled his limp body over to the couch and laid him flat on the cold leather. Once he was situated on the couch, you simply stared at him. You had no idea what to do about the stranger on your couch. Before he had passed out, you could tell he was in pain, but at the same time you had no idea who he was. Against all better judgement, you knew you needed to help him.

You walked into the kitchen, deciding you needed a drink. You got a beer from the fridge, and hoisted yourself onto the counter. You sighed lowly before taking a sip of your beer. Almost an hour and a half had passed, your first beer long gone and you were already halfway through your second. You had been mulling over the pros and cons of letting the stranger stay with you. You were so lost in thought that you almost hadn’t noticed the boy slowly awaking on your couch. Almost.

You heard a soft groan escape from the boy’s lips like a silent prayer. You got off the counter and got a water bottle from the fridge. You walked over to where the boy was laying, and tapped his shoulder with your free hand, the other holding out the cold water. He looked up a you and gratefully took the water. He had downed half the bottle before stopping to breathe. You decided you needed some answers. “So, mind telling me your name? I mean, if you’re going to be staying here, I figured I should at least no your name.”

He merely chuckled in response, seemingly pleased with the sass in your voice. A light smirk danced across his lips as if it were meant to be there. You had to admit, you found his expression…attractive. “Oh, I’m sorry love. Did I forget to introduce myself? I’m Peter. Peter Pan.”

Your expression turned into one of disbelief. Okay. It’s official. You have an insane man in your house. “Right, you’re Peter Pan. And I’m Wendy Darling. Now would you mind telling me who you really are, otherwise I might kick you out of my house, no matter how hurt you are.”

At this, he let a full in laugh. “Now, love, I really am Peter Pan. I never understood why you people never believe me when I tell them that.”

“Maybe it’s because you’re a storybook character? You’re not supposed to be real. What are you doing here anyways, and why do you seem to be hurt?” You didn’t exactly believe his story, per say, but you knew he needed help.  

“Well love, as it turns out I got into some trouble with some people who didn’t want their son in Neverland. One even tried to kill me, hence the injury. I’m sorry to bother you, love I just needed a place to go, I suppose.” You looked at him, concern etched across your face. You kneeled down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder as a way to comfort him.

“Well, you can stay here as long as you need. It seems like you could use it. I’m (Y/N), by the way. I figured you deserved to know, seeing as we might be living together.”

He smiled, the first real smile you had seen while he was here. You gave a soft smile in return, knowing that this would be the start of a good friendship.

Time Skip (Six Months Later)

Peter Pan was NOT what you expected him to be. Whoever gave Disney the idea that he was a sweet, kind boy was incredibly wrong.  He was mischievous, evil, and completely childish. Even worse, he knew practically nothing about our world, being on Neverland so long kept him from knowing all of the world’s advances. You had to teach him just about everything. He had become attached to technology, loving the “magic story box”, his words, not yours.

But no matter how incredibly infuriating Peter was, you couldn’t help grow fond of him. His constant sense of adventure meant you never had a boring day, and he always knew how to make you smile. He’d tell you stories of his adventures, his eyes lighting up at the fond memories.  You had fallen in love with the green of his eyes, the way they reminded you of a forest and sparkled in the sun. You had fallen in love with the curve of his plump lips when he smirked. You had fallen in love with everything about the demon boy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The day had started off normally. You had awoken early to get ready for the day. After putting on your clothes and make-up, you stepped out of your room to the kitchen. You filled the kettle with water and put in on the stove, turning it on and waiting for the water to boil. You scrolled through your phone, not bothering to look up when you heard Peter walk into the kitchen. The familiar whistle of the kettle rang through the apartment, and you walked over and poured the scalding water into two mugs. After the tea was done steeping, the pair of you lazily sipped your tea in silence.

You looked over at the time and realized you needed to leave soon. You quickly washed out your mug and put your shoes on. “Bye Peter! I’ll be home later. Call if you need anything!” you exclaimed. You merely got a nod in response. That was odd. Peter was unusually quiet this morning. Usually, he had some sort of snarky remark at the ready, but the silence was not something you were used to. You thought nothing of it, thinking maybe he hadn’t gotten enough sleep.

Work, as usual, was hectic. The amount of strangers flirting with you today, and the obnoxious people who thought they were better than everyone in the diner was enough to make anyone exhausted. After your shift was over, you decided you deserved a coffee to wake yourself up. After getting your coffee in a shop that was completely overpriced, you drove home, ready to relax and not have to worry about anything for the rest of the night.

When you got home, you closed the door behind yourself, then automatically flopping onto the couch, letting a giant groan into the comfy black leather. Just as your thoughts began to subside you heard a noise, like a groan, ringing through the flat. Confused, you stood up, walking towards the noise, seemingly coming from Peter’s room. As you got closer, however, you heard a mixture of male and female moans and groans. Your face flushed red, unsure of what to do in this situation. You weren’t naive, far from it, actually. You knew what those noises meant; you just never imagined you’d hear them here.  You took a deep breath in, deciding to go in and confront the situation. Yes, it’s not like you and Peter were dating, but it still hurt. And you wanted to give him a piece of your mind. You wrapped your hand around the door knob, and pushed the door open.

What you saw, you can honestly say, you didn’t expect. Pan was sitting down at the computer you had gotten him, his shirt long gone and his trousers around his ankles, his hand wrapped tightly around his manhood. The computer was displaying a woman, her face contorted in pleasure as she harshly rode her partner, whom shared the same look of absolute pleasure on his face. Your eyes widened at the sight, your mouth gaping open and your face flushing an impossible shade of red. You were so shocked and aroused you had no idea what to do, so you quickly said the first thing that came to mind. “Are…Are you watching porn?!”

At the sound of your voice, Peter let out a startled yelp, nearly falling out of his chair. He quickly paused the video, and turned to face you with embarrassment clear on his face. “(Y/N)! I-I can explain, love!” he stammered out, his pants still in a pool around his legs. You looked down at the exposed area and immediately regretted, feeling your face getting warmer as you did so. This action didn’t go unnoticed by Peter, however. His embarrassment quickly faded, in its place a cocky smirk took over.

He stepped out his pants, his fully naked body on display. He walked over to and fear over took your entire being. For every step he made towards you, you took a step back, until it was you pressed up against the wall, his arms caging you in. He leaned down until your lips were merely inches apart, his breath fanning across your face. “Did you like what you saw, my little lost girl?” he says, his normally low voice dripping with lust. You nearly moaned at his words, and you could feel the heat of arousal bloom in your stomach.

Your eyes snapped shut and you tilted your head slightly to the side, trying to put some distance between you and the naked male trapping you against the wall. You suddenly felt one of his long fingers tilting your chin back towards him, making little space between the two of you.  He leaned down ever so slightly so his lips would brush against yours. “Let’s play.” He muttered silently before slamming his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

Your mind went blank; the feeling of his lips finally upon yours was better than you had ever imagined. You pressed your lips against his with equal fervor. It felt as if you were made to be here, your lips molded against his, the feel of this body fitting against yours perfectly. You felt Peter open his mouth slightly, his tongue poking out and tracing the line of your lips, begging for entrance.

You moaned softly at the feeling, opening your lips slightly to allow him in. His tongue immediately darted into your mouth, his tongue moving against your own. It felt like the two of you stayed like this for hours, wrapped up in each other’s embraces and not willing to break free just yet. Peter suddenly pulled away, his breath coming out in heavy pants.

You opened your eyes, and saw him before you, his eyes dark with lust and a hungry expression plastered on his face. You saw something inside the boy snap, and he quickly descended upon your neck, biting and sucking harshly at any skin that he came across. You moaned at the sensation, your eyes quickly closed and your hands flew up to grip his hair as if to keep him in place. He smirked at your actions, obviously pleased that he drew it out of you. You felt his hand trail up under the length of your shirt, simply kneading the flesh of your hip.

You felt him tug on the fabric of your shirt, as if silently asking if it was okay for him to take it off. You merely nodded in response, eager to get rid of any clothing and to be closer to him. He made quick work of your shirt and bra, throwing them across the room when he was done with the flimsy material. His hands trailed over the smooth skin of your stomach, until finally reaching your breasts. He cupped them in each hand, his thumb rolling over your nipples.

You moaned loudly, the feeling of his hands against one of your most intimate areas was absolutely sinful. His assault on your breasts never ceased or slowed, even while he was tailing bites down your neck to where you wanted him most. He bit down on your collarbone, making you gasp loudly. He simply smirked against your skin in response. He kissed a trail from you collarbone to the top of your breast. He planted a quick kiss to the sensitive skin before taking his thumb off your nipples, only for it to be replaced with his lips.

Your hand shot to cover your mouth, embarrassed by the sounds escaping you. You suddenly felt his hand wrap around your wrist, forcing you to uncover your mouth. Your eyes shoot upon, looking at him in slight confusion. “No, love. Don’t cover your pretty sounds. I want to hear everything I do to you.” He whispered, the words dripping with lust. You whimpered and felt yourself grow surprisingly wet. You saw him smirk in return, and he suddenly unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them and your underwear down in a single tug. You stepped out of the uncomfortable denim and stood fully naked in front of Peter.

He looked upon your naked form, love and lust prominent in his gaze. “My God, love, you are so beautiful. You have no idea what you do to me.”

His hand dragged down the front of your body, the feeling of his calloused hand on your smooth skin sent shivers down your spine. He finally reached the place you desperately wanted, your cunt throbbing with need for him.

“Peter, please.” You moaned out, desperate to feel him in you. He chuckled slightly, loving how desperate you were for him.

“How could I ever say no to my little lost girl?” he said before he slowly dragged the tip of his finger against your outer lips. You gasped, the feeling of his finger sending shocks through your body. You were so needy for him, it was hard to concentrate on anything else other than him. He suddenly pushed a finger completely inside of you, and you moaned loudly at the intrusion. He pumped his finger slowly in and out of you, the slow pace driving you insane. You whimpered, desperate for more friction. He pushed another finger into, keeping the same slow pace.

Peter leaned down, his breath tickling your ear. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you love? While watching that horrid video the only thing I could see was the image of you on me, riding me for all I’m worth. You’d like that wouldn’t you, (Y/N)? Do you like the idea of riding my cock until you come?” You moaned at the filthy words, the confession making your cunt wetter than it already was.

He groaned, noticing you becoming wetter at his words. He could feel you tightening around the two digits, your moans and whimpers becoming louder and more frequent. The small calls of his name in such a way sent arousal straight to his already hard cock. He suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, and you whined at the loss. He placed a small kiss upon your forehead before putting his fingers in his mouth, making eye contact as he sucked them dry. You moaned at the sight, seeing him like this was truly erotic.

He suddenly gripped your hips, pushing up against the wall. “Jump.” He said, his voice deep with arousal. You did as he asked, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a sweet kiss, and he slowly positioned his cock at your entrance, and slowly slid into your wet heat. You both moaned in unison, both feeling complete, like a missing jigsaw piece finally getting into place.

Peter quickly picked up the pace; practically slamming into you and a relentless pace, the mixture of your moans and groans filled the room. He buried his face in your neck, whispering things that went from sweet to dirty, such as I love you; your cunt feels like home; you take me so well; you’re so bloody tight love. Your hands were in his hair, not caring how hard you tugged on the mousy locks. Peter didn’t seem to mind, it actually seemed to spur him on more.

You felt yourself approaching your climax, your cunt tightening around his perfect cock. You moaned is name loudly, your grip on his hair tightening.

“That’s it love. Come around my cock. Scream my name; let everyone know who you belong to.” Peters voiced was muffled by your neck, but you could hear him loud and clear. You came with a loud cry of his name, your vision becoming blurry from pleasure. Peter followed shortly behind you, a drawn out groan of your name on his lips.

The both of you stood there, you still pressed against the wall and Peter still buried in your neck. You limply hung off of him, your breathing coming out as load panting, still trying to catch your breath. Peter carried you over the bed and carefully lay you down as if he was afraid to hurt you.  He crawled into bed next to you, pulling you into his chest and not letting you move. You smiled slightly, fading in and out of consciousness. Peter placed a light kiss upon your forehead before quietly whispering, “Go to sleep, love. I’ll be here when you wake up. I love you, my little lost girl.”

You simply smiled before replying with a simple “I love you too, Peter Pan.”