@YooMGi94 Pq quieren meterle el chilito sin pensar que son gays pq querer estar con otro hombre es de geis y por éso lo vuelven mujer pero éso prueba de que se lo culearian igual si le pones una peluca y un vestido. Entonces tan heteros no son. Fin de mi argumento papi
Cherry no exagera; la mayoría de diálogos de la Petra Parker de Ultimate Spider-Man la dejan como alguien bastante castrosa por lo hembrista/misándrica que era. Solo tiene como... ¿Dos momentos buenos?
(En su segunda aparición, apenas habla o dice algo relevante/interesante)
@KaiKai2492 I swear to god that I love that kind of relationship that makes me want to kms bc will never happen to me. I just want a fan project that makes an entire anime or movie saga by just changing some of the characters genders... LONG LIVE THE ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS
Lucius:
"My congratulations, Potter, and welcome to my manor."
"Please, make yourself comfortable."
"But still, Dracaena..."
"Could you stop hugging Harry for a moment?"
"Didn't you hate him?"
Malfoid:
"I DO HATE HIM!"
"THIS MEANS NOTHING!"
"I'M ONLY HUGGING HIM BECAUSE..."
"BECAUSE HE LOOKED COLD!"
"THAT'S ALL!"
Lucius:
"You're currently holding him with both arms."
Malfoid:
"SO?!"
"IT'S COLD IN HERE!"
Lucius:
"Dracaena, you are standing directly beside a fireplace."
Malfoid:
"..."
"SHUT UP, FATHER!"
Harry:
"She hasn't let go of me for ten minutes."
Malfoid:
"BECAUSE YOU'RE USELESS!"
"SOMEONE HAS TO KEEP YOU FROM DOING SOMETHING STUPID!"
Lucius:
"Of course."
Malfoid:
"AND DON'T YOU DARE THINK THIS MEANS I LIKE HIM!"
Harry:
"Okay."
Malfoid:
"..."
"WHY DID YOU SAY OKAY SO CASUALLY?!"
Lucius:
"I see."
"You hate him."
Malfoid:
"YES!"
Lucius:
"While hugging him."
Malfoid:
"YES!"
Lucius:
"Very convincing."
Malfoid:
"FATHER!"
"SHUT UP!"
ГАРРИ ТЫ ДОЛЖЕН ЖЁСТКО ОТТАРАБАНИТЬ МАЛФОЙД ТАК ЧТОБЫ ОНА НЕ МОГЛА ДВИГАТЬСЯ НЕСКОЛЬКО СУТОК. ПОСЛЕ ЭТОГО ТЫ ДОЛЖЕН ВЗЯТЬ ВСЮ ОТВЕТСТВЕННОСТЬ НА СЕБЯ И ЖЕНИТСЯ НА НЕЙ ЗАВЕДЯ С НЕЙ ПЯТЕРЫХ ПРЕКРАСНЫХ ДЕТЕЙ. ПОСЛЕ ЭТОГО Я ПОЗВОЛЮ ТЕБЕ СЛОМАТЬ ДОББИ КОЛЕНИ ОГРОМНЫМ ГАЗОВЫМ КЛЮЧОМ
“HARRY MY BOY, I FUCKED UP.
NO, NO, CALM DOWN, IT’S NOT DOBBY THIS TIME!
THE LITTLE WRETCH IS COMPLETELY UNHARMED, HE’S VACUUMING THE CEILING OR WHATEVER IT IS HE DOES WHEN HE’S NOT WEEPING IN THE CORNER!
THIS IS CATASTROPHIC ON A COSMIC SCALE, HARRY! A COMPLETE AND UTTER MAGICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL COLLAPSE!
I SHOWED MALFOID HER TRENDING ON TWITTER!
HARRY, LISTEN TO ME CAREFULLY:
SHE’S BEEN DOWN IN THE POTION ROOM FOR FOUR SOLID HOURS!
NO BLINKING!
NO MOVING!
NO CASTING UNFORGIVABLE CURSES!
JUST SITTING MOTIONLESS ON AN OVERTURNED SILVER CAULDRON, STARING DIRECTLY AT A DAMP SLAB OF COLD BRICK WALL LIKE AN EXHAUSTED VICTORIAN ORPHAN WHO JUST WATCHED AN AUTOMOBILE EXPLODE!
SHE KNOWS, HARRY!
SHE KNOWS PEOPLE FIND HER CUTE!
HER ARISTOCRATIC, PUREBLOOD SUPREMACY HAS COLLIDED HEAD-ON AT TERMINAL VELOCITY WITH THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND UNHINGED MUGGLE TEENAGERS WITH ANIME AVATARS, AND THE SHEAR FORCE HAS COMPLETELY LIQUEFIED HER ENTIRE CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM!
SHE READ THE REPLIES, HARRY!
SHE READ THE QUOTE TWEETS!
SHE SAW HUNDREDS OF FANCAMS OF HER SCOWLING IN THE RAIN SET TO BRAZILIAN PHONK MUSIC WITH CAPTIONS LIKE ‘GOD FORBID A TOXIC BLONDE HAS HOBBIES’ AND ‘SHE CAN RUIN MY LIFE HONESTLY’!
SOME ACCOUNT WITH A BLUE CHECKMARK TWEETED ‘MALFOID IS PEAK ANGRY TSUNDERE FERRET WAIFU’ AND HER ENTIRE ANCESTRAL PEDIGREE IMMEDIATELY COLLAPSED IN ON ITSELF LIKE A DYING STAR!
SHE’S NEARLY COMATOSE, HARRY!
THE HEIR TO THE ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK, REDUCED TO A CATATONIC VEGETABLE OVER A THREE-HUNDRED-TWEET THREAD DEBATING WHETHER HER FOREHEAD VEIN IS ‘HIGHKEY SUBMISSIVE’!
I PANICKED, HARRY!
I DESPERATELY TRIED TO REBOOT HER SYSTEM WITH FAMILIAR STIMULI!
I TRIED CHOKING DOBBY RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER FACE!
I GRABBED HIM BY HIS LITTLE GREASY PILLOWCASE, HOISTED HIM THREE FEET INTO THE AIR, GAVE HIM A VIGOROUS, RHYTHMIC, THERAPEUTIC THROTTLING, AND SCREAMED, ‘LOOK, DRACO! SYSTEMIC CLASS OPPRESSION! AN INFERIOR CREATURE SUFFERING WITHOUT DUE PROCESS!’
BUT SHE DID NOT EVEN LAUGH!
NOT A GIGGLE!
NOT A SNEER!
HER PUPILS DIDN’T EVEN DILATE!
DOBBY WAS WHEEZING FOR MERCY, I WAS SWEATING DIRECTLY INTO MY BEARD, AND SHE JUST SAT THERE IN THE GLOOM, CLUTCHING A CRACKED IPHONE WITH BOTH TREMBLING HANDS, SLOWLY WHISPERING INTO THE VOID:
‘WHAT IS A GYATT, POTTER? WHY DO SIXTY THOUSAND PEOPLE WANT ME TO STEP ON THEM? IS THIS AN UNFORGIVABLE CURSE?’
HURRY, HARRY!
HURRY, FUCKING HURRY!
BEFORE EVERY NOBLE HOUSE AND THE ENTIRE MINISTRY OF MAGIC ARE DIRECTLY UP MY ARSE!
LUCIUS IS ALREADY SUMMONING THE WIZENGAMOT!
FUDGE IS TYPING AN OFFICIAL DECREE!
THE SACRED TWENTY-EIGHT ARE MOBILIZING THEIR HITWIZARDS BECAUSE THEIR GOLDEN HEIRESS HAS BEEN TURNED INTO A LOW-RES LOOPING TIKTOK SOUNDBYTE!
RUN DOWN TO THE DUNGEONS THIS INSTANT AND FIX HER, HARRY!
MOVE YOUR LEGS BEFORE THEY DRAG MY ANCIENT BEARD TO AZKABAN!
HURRY, FUCKING HURRY!”
"100000 GAJILION TO GRIFFINDOR"