ángel . sara @strawb4kdior - Tumblr Blog

welcome darlings ~

a few things abt me: im super lesbian, i love sealife and astronomy, i love writing and reading and watching films/series, im part of the arcane fandom, grishaverse fandom, spiderman fandom, im a dog person. im learning to love myself more <3

creds ~ TYSM @lolitalovess for helping me understand how to make a masterlist - give her my love plss 🫶🫶

FRES PALESTINE 🇵🇸

this is my current favourite song - baby miko tiene mi corazón; ella es tan - ahhh scrumy

just wanted to say a few things before i get into it:

1. im a beginner writer and i want to try and write more fics abt characters i love and have obsessions over eg. vi, caitlyn, any ruby cruz character etc. 🪼

2. any form of discrimination is 100% not tolerated here, i want this to be a safe space and not a place where ppl feel like they can't be themselves. and as i myself am lesbian i don't want any rude and disrespectful comments abt anyone. out of pure respect thank you 😊

3. i will be taking requests, but bc im a beginner writer i would appreciate it if u remember that i won't be able to immediately post them, it should be within a day or two no more dw tho lol.

4. following on from that, i will be writing some smut but nothing very heavy on at first i want to get more confident at actually writing first, I hope u understand this 💕

5. when i write they will usually be x fem reader when i say that i mean they identify as female (trans woman as well is perfectly fine) my point is i won't be writing any x male stories bc i don't know how bc im a woman and i don't feel comfortable with that 🩷

6. pls remember that im also human and will need breaks but hopefully this blog will be a lil fun place as well 🫶🫶🫶

let's get into it now:

i will be taking requests for:

ARCANE:

• Vi~

long fics <3

- "THROTTLE"

- "HEATED RIVALRIES"

headcannons <3

lil drabbles:

- "TIDE OF THE HEARTS"

- "UNDER THE UNDERCITY STARS"

- "OIL & WATER"

- "THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY"

mini stories:

- "PRISON WIFE? "

• Caitlyn Kiramman

headcannons <3

lil drabbles:

- "LULLABIES AND LAUGHTER"

- "TIED IN SILK"

• Jinx

GRISHAVERSE:

• Nina Zenik

• Alina Starvok

• Zoya Nazyalensky

• Inej Ghafa

CELEBRITIES:

• Young Miko

• Billie Eilish

• Jenna Ortega + characters

• Reneé Rapp + characters

• Ruby Cruz + characters

• Hailee Steinfeld + characters

• Jessie Mei Lie + characters

that's it for now - once i get more confident i will add more

#masterlist #saztalks🪼#rambles #headcanon #lists #lesbian #wlw #Spotify

cndarts

their little secret

supmilger

Like sunshine and moonlight

eeniiart

Soft kisses <3

supmilger

The look of love

hexguardheart

I see so much hate toward Caitlyn everywhere, and it’s almost always justified through the most superficial reading imaginable, like people watched the show through their asses, I kid you not 😭

Here’s what I think…

Caitlyn’s entire character arc is empathy constantly fighting against conditioning, privilege, duty, love, rage, power, and finally grief… and some of y’all still analyze her with the emotional intelligence of a fucking TikTok comment section.

Half the fandom treats her like she’s just Vi’s pretty plus-one. A soft little submissive trophy girlfriend with no reason to exist outside of validating Vi’s pain, embodying her desires, and looking hot while doing it. Like she only exists to fulfill some lesbian fantasy and smile lovingly in the background. Yeah, season 1 Caitlyn is fucking perfect. She is hot and nice and empathetic and sweet…

But then she is confronted with trauma, in multiple forms: abuse, violence, grief… and most of all guilt. She blames herself because “she had the shot” to prevent her mother’s death. And I genuinely think it’s that guilt that completely blurs her perception of everything that unravels afterward and makes her feel justified in acting with such harshness.

And the SECOND she stops being emotionally convenient, the second she spirals, fucks up, acts out of grief, anger, pressure, inherited ideology, trauma, and responsibility, suddenly she’s fantasy Hitler personally committing war crimes for fun 😭

People either want Caitlyn to be harmless, innocent, and submissive or completely monstrous. There’s apparently no space in between.

It’s like they completely missed her constantly trying to challenge her own status and prove that she deserved her place beyond her name and legacy. Caitlyn never saw her privilege as freedom. If anything, she saw it as something suffocating, something that kept her disconnected from the real world and the people suffering in it.

She desperately wanted to understand how things truly worked outside of Piltover’s bubble and genuinely wanted to help the less fortunate. She always had that rebellious streak in her, which is exactly why Vi was destined to fall in love with her in the first place.

Reducing Caitlyn to anything less than that is honestly insulting to Vi too 😭 because Vi could never fall in love with someone ordinary ❤️

And what annoys me the most is that people constantly dismiss her trauma because she’s privileged. As if privilege magically makes grief hurt less. As if being kidnapped, abused by a crazy lunatic who ultimately caused her mother’s death, being manipulated politically, carrying impossible responsibility, and slowly realizing the system she believed in is rotten somehow shouldn’t affect her psychologically because she grew up rich.

Like sorry, but Caitlyn is one of the most nuanced characters in Arcane, and reducing her to either “perfect girlfriend” or “evil cop bitch” is such a painfully shallow reading of her character.

Y’all are pissing me off.

strawb4kdior

this is what i love abt arcane i can't hate any character even silco dare i say. the show shows all the difference back stories, all the trauma, all the pain and suffering that made the characters who they are now. people seem to forget that especially with caitlyn grief and guilt are handled in different ways and yes caitlyn shouldn't have hit vi but the jail sex scene after was her way to giving herself to vi and fully saying im sorry but im here now. it's such a good show bc all the characters did stuff that's questionable yet they all fight for love which is the base of the show. truly the best show ive ever seen.

marvinthecrow

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! 🏳️‍🌈

aquamoonstone24601

nikolai “my mother was an oyster and im the pearl” lantsov

kaz “my mother is ketterdam, she birthed me in the harbour. my father is profit and i honour him daily” brekker

lilu787788

I’ve been thinking a lot about why some younger viewers seem to express such intense hatred for Aleksander, and even for those who love or support him. It’s something I notice more and more often — this aggressive, almost moralistic rejection of morally grey characters like Aleksander. And I don’t think it’s just about disliking him. There’s something deeper going on in how fandom spaces function today.

A large part of it, I believe, comes from the way stories are consumed online now. Platforms like TikTok or Twitter encourage fast takes, simplified narratives, and black-and-white ideas of who is “good” and who is “bad.” People aren’t always interested in nuance anymore. It’s easier to reduce someone like the Darkling to a red flag or a toxic man than to sit with the discomfort of a character who does morally questionable things, but also loves, suffers, and fights for a better life for the Grisha and all of Ravka. Grey areas are not trending. Moral certainty is.

I’ve also noticed a dominant narrative — the girlboss versus let’s say villain storyline. Those young people want Alina, Zoya, Genya to “free themselves” from him, and in doing so, they erase what was truly complex, painful, and layered between them. The romanticization of strength often forgets that real strength can come from understanding, not just rejection. And sadly, if you dare say you understand Aleksander or believe he had genuine feelings for Alina, you’re suddenly accused of romanticizing abuse. There is no space for symbolic storytelling or fictional dynamics that aren’t meant to mirror real-life healthy relationships.

Another issue is the casual misuse of psychological terminology. Words like “manipulator,” “gaslighter,” and “grooming” are thrown around without understanding their meaning. These young fans just follow the crowd and, like a frenzied inquisition, throw accusations. Aleksander is a character shaped by centuries of trauma, loneliness, and war. But instead of examining that, some people just diagnose him in fifteen seconds on TikTok and declare him irredeemable. It’s lazy, dishonest, and more importantly, it shuts down real conversation. I also think some people need to feel like they’re on the “right side.” If they hate the Darkling, they can prove they’re morally superior. In my opinion, that points to low self-esteem. It makes liking him feel like a flaw, or worse, a crime. In some fandom spaces, it turns into a ridiculous purity contest.

And if your interpretation doesn’t fit the mainstream narrative, suddenly you become a bad person. It’s such a toxic dynamic, especially when fiction is meant to give us a space to explore difficult things.

Honestly, I think many misunderstandings around Aleksander come from people who’ve never had to think deeply about war, power, or survival. People don’t relate to the Darkling just because he’s charming or a tragic figure. A A lot of us understand him because we know what it means to live in a world shaped by conflict — to watch systems collapse, to see the innocent suffer while leaders look the other way. And even if not, basic human empathy and emotional maturity, combined with historical knowledge, allow us to see more and, most of all, to avoid jumping to judgment. We don’t behave like an angry mob with pitchforks ready to burn someone at the stake. On a side note, I’ve been thinking about doing a post that points out how some parts of the fandom — especially certain Crows, Zoya, Nikolai, Genya, and Malina fans — act a lot like the Drüskelle.

Aleksander is not a villain. He is someone forged in blood and fire, who made impossible choices in a world that gave him none. People who have studied or lived close to the realities of war know that moral clarity is a luxury. He also fought for people who were hunted, tortured, erased. He refused to stand by while Grisha were murdered, burned at the stake, dissected like lab animals, or sold into slavery. And even though his methods became brutal, his cause was never about selfish gain. It was about protecting people like him in a world that never would.

Loving the Darkling is about recognizing the complexity of someone who stood between oppression and survival. It’s about understanding that some stories aren’t clean, and some leaders don’t have the luxury of kindness. Aleksander’s tragedy is that he knew he had to become a monster to stop the world from killing his people. And whether you agree with him or not, that kind of narrative deserves respect, not shallow rejection.

Fiction should be a place where we can explore those hard truths. Not everything is meant to make us feel safe. Some characters exist to make us think, not just to give us flashy action scenes or quick thrills. Let people explore stories the way they need to. Let them love the characters who challenge them. You don’t have to agree. Sometimes it’s just fiction and sometimes it’s the way we try to understand our own shadows.

aurite-aj

I need to thank OP for this incredible and well balanced take.

I’m going to hold myself accountable here—I was 14, and it doesn’t excuse me at all, but maturing is realising that just because something makes you uncomfortable it doesn’t mean you should attack or threaten people. I think people misinterpret safe spaces as places where you don’t discuss the uncomfortable stuff in your fandom—and now I know that that’s wrong.

it’s an uncomfortable process sure, to see someone like something you deem as horrible—and to this day, I don’t know what to think about the darkling’s relationship with Genya and how he treated her, and I still like Mal, despite everything.

maybe wanting to act older than my age and wanting to be morally right had a say in this—but at the same time, trying not to see or understand the other side contributes to an incredibly toxic dynamic—and it does absolutely contribute to harmful behaviour.

a fourteen year old shouldn’t have been on Twitter, for one—but then again fandom spaces are supposed to be a place for discussion and not disrespect and disrepair.

disguising attacks as “debate” and creating toxic dynamics leads to people not discussing themes and topics that need to generally be discussed — and very much do need to be understood. Uncomfortability is a way for you to start to realise there’s a deeper dive needed to be done and a more focused approach that you should take to understanding WHY this makes you uncomfortable.

If I didn’t stop interacting on Twitter and step back and see things from another point of view or even lend my ear to a discussion, I wouldn’t be here.

the first step is to listen. The second step is to POLITELY lend your perspective and ask for feedback and ENCOURAGE more polite discussion. Friendly discourse and dissection of text and interpretations TOGETHER is a good way for fandom spaces to slowly unwind toxic threads of hate.

what younger people tend to forget is — a different interpretation does not make you a “bad person” it makes you a complex person as all people are, seeing a different narrative in something that is meant to be interpreted in different, interesting ways. I think when younger people are afraid of something, very much like a lot of people are, they want to attack it because they’re not ready to sit down and try to understand.

I will admit I’m not the most knowledgeable or best person to discuss these things—I was once one of those people clamouring for “the moral high ground” when I was simply creating a ring of toxicity around me. I’ll still admit I understand the perspective of Mal being a pain in the ass—but I get it, I get the perspective of the Darkling not being a villain, even if I don’t particularly like him—because I let myself sit down and listen instead of offering another shallow take or an attack.

I don’t know what about him still makes me so uncomfortable, and even after leaving Twitter and trying to find a perspective to help me see why, I could only come up with the fact that yes, he is a layered character with suppressed mental issues and he was vying for the Grisha’s liberation, but I still dislike him, and even after trying to find out why, I can’t come to a conclusive answer.

and that’s okay. Should I attack someone for liking him? No. Does liking him mean that they’re immediately supporting the death of innocent people? No. But does me disliking him mean that I endorse a monarchy? No. I like that he was trying to dismantle a system and very cleverly—and even I can’t find a way that doesn’t lead to his path, and I admire him for that—but I don’t like him, but taking the time to slowly dissect and learn from what his storyline was trying to tell me made me understand the reason why many see him as a hero, and I would have too, if I found a way to get over my hate for him that I still can’t explain.

Should I attack someone for disliking Mal? No. Does liking Mal mean I think I’m immediately in the “morally right side?” It’s a complex situation and Mal has his flaws that also need to be addressed directly. And that’s an uncomfortable discussion that STILL needs to be had. Mal did some things. I can’t fully understand the hate, but someone with a great dissection probably does. I liked Mal for being someone who dealt with abandonment VERY poorly (and I liked that he represented his distrustful nature and incredibly humane jealousy and self worth being tied to what he wants to have, but I will never endorse his weird possessiveness over Alina, and I like him because he’s a piece of wet paper and weird and that’s fine.) and someone else hates Mal because he dealt with abandonment unhealthily. Neither does it mean that I’m on a morally incorrect side.

Reality does not need to intersect with fiction—and I don’t need to make fandom spaces a place where I pretend that liking something I don’t agree with immediately means that that person is the same type of person that character is — some people, as OP said, like what the character represents on a broader narrative. Like what OP said, it becomes this odd “purity fight” thing—and when we start blocking off spaces for discussion, we block off spaces for people to understand themselves through media.

I think also, it might have been because of very bad and confusing writing on Leigh’s part, trying to sell the Darkling as one dimensional—while also accidentally creating a system that did indeed have to be destroyed. Even I’m not yet done learning from others about the Darkling and why he should be seen as something else other than an antagonist, and I’m definitely trying to figure out why I’m so uncomfortable with him, but I can see how Leigh’s odd narrative pushes so many conflicting and hypocritical ideologies left and right.

strawb4kdior

as a deep observer who never looks at something/one square on and always tries to find a deeper meaning these both really enlightened me. these characters who aren't the stereotypical heros are still heros sadly our world is just so quick to judge and doesn't have that capacity to sit and truly understand the deeper meaning of many things.

polartss

She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.

The first of 4 endpapers I got to illustrate for Illumicrate’s special edition of Six of Crows!! So happy I finally got to draw this scene!!

worldimaginedreaming

BEST FRIEND...RIGHT?

Pairing : Allie Hayes x fem! reader Word Count : 1,6 K Warning : best friend to lovers, college Au , Jealousy, fluff , little agst.. Summary : When Allie suddenly gets jealous at a party and claims you as hers, you both start realizing your friendship might have never been just friendship after all.

The first time someone asked if you and Allie were dating, you laughed so hard you nearly spilled your coffee. The second time, you rolled your eyes. By the fiftieth time? You stopped knowing what to say.

Because maybe maybe there was a reason everyone at Briar looked at the two of you like that.

Maybe best friends weren’t supposed to sit with their thighs pressed together at parties.

Maybe best friends weren’t supposed to fall asleep tangled up in the same bed almost every night.

Maybe your heart wasn’t supposed to race every single time Allie smiled at you across a crowded room.

But none of that mattered.

Because Allie was your best friend.

And if you thought too hard about the way she looked in your hoodies or how soft her voice got when she was tired, you were pretty sure you’d lose your mind.

“Are you even listening to me?”

You blinked. Allie stood in front of your desk with her arms crossed, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“You’ve been staring at me for like five minutes.”

Heat rushed to your face instantly.

“I was not.”

“Mhmm.” She grinned. “You totally were.”

You hated how pretty she looked when she teased you.

Messy blonde hair. Oversized Briar hockey sweatshirt. Tiny gold hoops in her ears. Completely unfair.

“You’re obsessed with me,” she added dramatically.

You snorted. “Please. Your ego is insane.”

“And yet you still love me.”

The words hit harder than they should have.

Your chest tightened before you forced yourself to laugh lightly.

“Unfortunately.”

Allie beamed before throwing herself onto your bed beside you. The mattress dipped under her weight, and suddenly her leg was pressed against yours, warm and familiar. Dangerous. You tried not to think about how easy it would be to lean over and kiss her. That thought had been happening more often lately. Way more often.

“You’re staying over tonight, right?” she asked absentmindedly while scrolling through her phone.

“Obviously.”

“Good. I hate sleeping alone.”

Your stomach flipped stupidly. God. This was becoming a problem.

Friday night parties at Briar were always chaos. Music shaking the walls. Hockey players yelling over each other. Too many people packed into one house. Normally, you and Allie stayed attached at the hip the entire night. But tonight she kept getting pulled away by different people, leaving you alone in the kitchen with a warm drink and a weird feeling in your chest.

“You look miserable.”

You glanced up to find a guy smiling at you from across the counter. Cute. Tall. Probably athletic.

“Do I?” you laughed.

“A little.”

“I’m just waiting for my friend.”

His smile widened slightly. “Boyfriend?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but paused. Because somehow saying no felt strange.

“No,” you finally said. “Just my best friend.”

The guy hummed like he didn’t entirely believe you.

“I’m Mason.”

You introduced yourself politely, trying not to glance around the room searching for blonde hair and bright eyes.

Mason leaned against the counter casually. “So if your friend isn’t your boyfriend…”

Before he could finish, his hand landed lightly on your waist. And suddenly...

“She’s with me.”

The voice cut through the noise sharply.Your breath caught instantly.

Allie stood a few feet away staring directly at Mason, her expression unreadable. No. Not unreadable. Jealous. The realization hit so hard it nearly knocked the air out of you.

Mason lifted his hands awkwardly. “Sorry, I didn’t know..”

“It’s fine,” Allie interrupted.

But her voice was tight.

Controlled.

She walked forward before gently grabbing your wrist, pulling you toward her side without another word.

Your entire body short-circuited.

Because Allie was touching you differently tonight.

Not casually.

Not thoughtlessly.

Possessively.

You could practically feel Dean staring from somewhere across the room losing his absolute mind.

“Al…” you whispered once Mason disappeared.

“Come upstairs with me.”

Your heart skipped.

“What?”

“Please.”

Something in her voice made you follow her instantly.

The bedroom upstairs was quiet compared to the chaos below. The second the door shut behind you, silence wrapped around both of you.

Allie finally let go of your hand. Neither of you spoke. You stared at each other across the room, tension so thick it almost hurt. Then finally.

“What was that downstairs?” you asked softly.

Allie looked away immediately. “Nothing.”

“You looked ready to kill him.”

“He was touching you.”

The answer came too fast. Too honest. Your stomach twisted violently.

“Allie…”

She started pacing suddenly, frustrated energy radiating off her.

“I know this is stupid.”

“What is?”

“This.” She gestured between you both helplessly. “Whatever the hell this is lately.”

Your heartbeat started pounding harder.

“What do you mean?”

Allie laughed quietly, but there was no humor in it.

“You seriously haven’t noticed?”

The room felt too small now.

Too warm.

“No,” you lied.

Her eyes met yours again, and suddenly she looked terrified.

“I hated seeing him touch you.”

Your breath caught.

“I hated the way he looked at you.” Her voice cracked slightly. “And I know I shouldn’t care this much because you’re my best friend, but lately every time someone flirts with you I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Every word wrapped tighter around your chest.

Because this couldn’t be happening.

Not really.

“You’re my person,” Allie whispered. “And I don’t know when that stopped feeling platonic.”

Silence. Heavy. Crushing silence. You could hear your own heartbeat. Allie shook her head quickly, already stepping back.

“Forget it. Seriously. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

She moved toward the door.

Panic exploded inside you instantly.

“Don’t.”

She froze.

You crossed the room before you could lose your nerve, fingers wrapping carefully around her wrist. The second she looked at you again, everything inside you shattered. Because she looked scared. Like she thought she’d ruined everything.

“You wanna know something really pathetic?” you whispered.

Allie swallowed hard. “What?”

“I think I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

Her entire expression changed. Slowly. Carefully. Hope replacing fear.

“You have?”

You laughed nervously. “Allie, I literally compare everyone to you.”

She stared.

“I try to flirt with other people and then they laugh wrong or say something dumb and suddenly I just…” You exhaled shakily. “I just wish I was with you instead.”

“All this time?” she asked quietly.

“Yes.”

The word barely came out above a whisper. Allie looked completely wrecked by the confession.

“So we’re both idiots,” she murmured.

You laughed softly. “Seems like it.”

Then she stepped closer. Close enough that you could feel her breath. Close enough that your brain completely stopped functioning.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked carefully.

The question alone nearly killed you.

“Yes.”

Allie kissed you like she was scared you’d disappear. Slow at first. Hesitant. Then suddenly her hand cupped your cheek, and everything changed. The kiss deepened, instantly warm and overwhelming and terrifying in the best possible way.

You grabbed the front of her sweatshirt without thinking, pulling her closer as months of hidden feelings finally crashed between you both. And somehow, kissing Allie felt exactly like coming home. When she pulled away, both of you were breathing hard.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

You laughed shakily. “Yeah.”

Her forehead rested against yours.

“We really suck at being just friends.”

A soft laugh escaped you.

“Dean is never going to shut up about this.”

Allie groaned immediately. “He’s going to be unbearable.”

As if summoned by the universe itself, the bedroom door suddenly burst open.

Dean stood there holding two drinks.

He looked at your flushed faces.

At the way your hands were still tangled together.

Then his jaw dropped dramatically.

“OH MY GOD.”

You immediately hid your face in Allie’s shoulder while she yelled, “Dean, get out!”

“I KNEW IT,” he screamed.

“You’re so annoying,” Allie groaned.

Dean pointed at both of you like a proud parent.

“This is my greatest accomplishment.”

“You literally had nothing to do with this.”

“I emotionally supported the process.”

You burst out laughing while Allie threw a pillow directly at his face. Dean dodged it easily before backing toward the hallway dramatically.

“Congratulations on finally realizing you’re in love with each other!”

The door slammed shut again.

Silence. Then you and Allie both dissolved into laughter. Real laughter this time. The kind that made your chest ache. When things finally quieted, Allie looked at you softly almost carefully.

“So…” she whispered.

“So?”

Her fingers intertwined with yours. “Girlfriend?” Your heart melted instantly. You smiled so hard it hurt. “Yeah,” you whispered back. “I’d really like that.”

Allie kissed you again before smiling against your lips. And honestly? Maybe everyone at Briar had been right all along. Maybe you and Allie were never supposed to stay just best friends.

A/N : Here's my first fanfiction on off campus.. I just finished for the second time the tv-show and it is very good !!! I am preparing to write all the character with fem reader... I am going maybe writing love triangle, polyamorous... WHAT DO YOU THINK? DON'T FORGET TO LIKE , SHARE & SUBSCRIBE !!!!!

se7entyrell

would love an imagine or mood board for latina!femme reader w allie hayes 💘

"You need to do the English accent," Allie insists, thrusting a few script pages in your direction.

"Babe, I can't act in an American accent, much less any others," You scoff.

Allie groans, dropping her head onto your shoulder in defeat. "Please? My big audition is tomorrow morning, and I'm losing my mind trying to practice in front of a mirror. I just need a real person to throw the cue lines at me so I can lock in the timing."

You stare at the highlighted lines, entirely unable to say no to her when she's pouting at you like that. "Fine," You finally concede. "But one laugh and I stop, 'kay?"

She brightens instantly, sitting up and pointing to the top of the page. "Deal! Just read the Inspector's lines whenever I finish speaking. Don't worry about the acting part, just give me something to bounce off of."