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#he kisses like a fuck boy #he fucks like a fuck boy #he’d fuck against a wall like a fuck boy too

DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT CREDIT OR PERMISSION

BONUS:

#oh to be kissed like that #tom sturridge #hot hot hot

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I’m using ao3 the way god intended: via 36 open semi-abandoned tabs on my phone at 2 AM the night before work

#amen

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reblog if fanfic writing has been a source of happiness for you and has helped with your mental health

#it’s fanfic translation for me #but I believe it still counts

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Young catboy Dream gets kicked from home by his breeder because he is infertile. The breeder didn't sell him when he was a kitten specifically because of his appearance - with the right match, he could have given a few fantastically beautiful (and expensive!) litters - but now that it turns out he can't be bred, there's no reason to keep him. Dream is both hurt and relieved. The truth is, he's never wanted to be a brood mare cat. Participating in the shows, mating with someone only because they've good breed characteristics and then parting to never see each other again... It always sounded terrible to Dream. So, the good thing is he's free to go and do whatever he wants now. The bad thing is he's constantly cold and hungry. Surviving on the streets is no joke: it often rains, finding a proper shelter and not being kicked out there by a stronger stray or a human is a real challenge, and food…food is another issue in itself. There's rarely something edible in trash cans to begin with, and even getting past other catpeople is difficult. Dream tries to fight, but he's not exactly the strongest cat out there and frequently gets beaten. Several well-established strays offer him food and protection if he becomes their plaything, but Dream refuses despite his empty belly. If he still has something left, that's his pride, and he won't present to someone for a can of tuna, thank you very much. One night, he wanders into the borough where he hasn't been for a while and sees a new pub. It looks like an establishment that most likely has hot dishes on the menu, and if it's really that new, maybe no catperson has claimed its trash cans yet! Full of hope (and daring to dream of fish-and-chips leftovers), Dream rushes to the back door only to run into a human. Hob Gadling - the pub owner who also happens to live in the apartment above - simply went for a smoke after closing the shift. He likes the sounds of the city at night, and having a breather once everyone is gone has already become his little tradition. Which gets interrupted by a mass of wet fur and sharp bones that collides with him and falls to the ground with a piteous mewling. Dream knows that humans are no good, and he should get back on his feet and run away, but he's so, so exhausted and hungry he can't hold back tears anymore. Hob panics. First, what if the poor thing has broken something? Second, this catboy has the most beautiful eyes Hob's ever seen. Okay, he is just the most beautiful thing Hob's ever laid his eyes on. You know what? There are many reasons to panic when you fall in love at first sight and your love is crying in a puddle. Hob helps the catboy to stand and offers him to come in. Being outdoors after unplanned puddle bathing won't do him any good, cat or not. Hob can run him a hot bath. And make something to eat. He knows he's babbling, but he just can't shut up and gather his faculties with how beautiful this catboy is and how his heart breaks for his condition. Meanwhile, Dream just decides to go with it. He's too tired. If this human wants to take him somewhere warm and...do things to him, Dream won't fight. If he behaves, maybe this human - Hob, he says his name is Hob - will even allow Dream to stay the night and have something to eat. Dream agrees to come with him.

Oh I am deeply invested in stray catperson Dream!!!!!!

Hob takes him upstairs in the warm, cozy pub, and as soon as they get into the flat he gets busy fussing over Dream. Wrapping him in a big towel, sitting him down on the sofa, still babbling about how he's so sorry and that Dream will be safe, here. Dream has a rather vacant expression on his face until Hob presents him with a cup of hot milk, which he guzzles down so quickly he doesn't even have time to burn his tongue.

Dream does have clothes (his previous owner was kind enough not to strip him naked before dumping him) but they're torn up and now soaking and muddy too. Hob comes from his bedroom with an armful of hoodies, sweatshirts, pyjamas and jogging bottoms for Dream to choose from. He can't have his poor little love shivering in those rags for a moment longer.

Dream takes the fact that the man is dressing him, rather than undressing him, as basically a good sign.

There are many other wonderful things that evening. More warm milk. A bath. Beans on toast. A big cozy blanket tucked around Dream’s shoulders, and firm gentle hands brushing out his damp fur. Inevitably he falls asleep on the sofa, having just shyly rolled over and allowed Hob to rub his belly.

Hob falls even more deeply in love. His heart aches as he gently carries Dream off to bed and tucks him in. He is so in love with this beautiful, scared catboy already. But what if Dream decides to leave? Surely he wouldn't be crazy enough to stay with a complete stranger for longer than a night...?

In fact, Dream has made a decision: he's going nowhere, not until Hob picks him up by the scruff and throws him out. Even then he'll stay skulking around the bins behind the inn. There's no way he's leaving this place that has the warmsafehome smell. No way he's leaving Hob, who bathed him so carefully without once touching him inappropriately. Who cuddled him in the night when he had a bad dream and needed comfort.

These days you'll catch Dream tucking in to fish and chips at his favourite table in the inn. Tail swishing happily, he'll smile across at Hob as he works behind the bar. Very much the cat who got the cream. Maybe Hob will pass by and kiss his forehead while stealing a chip. It's the domestic fantasy Dream never imagined he could have.

And stray catpeople are always welcome at the New Inn. As long as they don't flirt with the owner. He's very much Dream’s territory.

#catboy!Dream is very important to me #I need this as a fic #it’s not a want it’s a need #dreamling

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I saw you don’t mind multiple asks on the same thing so here I am shamelessly begging for more of Dead Hearts❤️‍🔥🪦

You are correct! I'm using these asks to bully myself into actually working on these wips, so the more you send, the more I simply MUST work on them ;P

For example, this fic now has an opening scene thanks to you lol

If you had asked Hob thirty seconds earlier, he would have said that he didn’t believe in love at first sight. Even with Eleanor- who Hob still considered the love of his life, even four fears after her passing- it had taken time for them to even properly like each other, let alone declare their love. Their relationship had taken work, and it had been more than worth it, but it had certainly solidified Hob’s belief that ‘love at first sight’ was a myth best reserved for movies and romance novels. But that was thirty seconds ago. That was before he had glanced around the crowded pub and laid eyes on the most stunning man he’d ever seen. Even in the dim lighting his pale skin seemed to glow, accented by his fitted black clothes, and his hair was an artful mess that Hob wanted to run his fingers through. He was sitting in the far corner, probably the quietest spot in the building, with a laptop open in front of him, slim fingers typing away and only pausing to occasionally take a sip from the wine glass beside him. There was a look of intensity in his eyes, laser focused on whatever he was working on, and Hob thought he would do terrible things to get those eyes to look at him like that. All at once, he wanted to know everything about this beautiful man. “I’m in love.” Johanna nearly choked on her drink, “Excuse me?” She raised an eyebrow at him, “Where did that come from? You’re not even seeing anyone,” she reminded him.  “I’m seeing someone now,” he sighed wistfully.  Following his gaze, Johanna gave the man across the room a once over, rolling her eyes as she looked back at Hob, “Oh lord, I know I’m the one who said you need to get laid, but can you at least be normal about it?”

“Absolutely not.” He stands and walks straight for the other man without a second glance at his friend. “Hey!” Johanna calls after him, offended. But Hob isn’t paying attention to her anymore.

#Hob would do terrible things to get Dream’s eyes look at him like that #and I would do terrible things to get to read this fic! #dreamling

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Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Glitter Stars) Archive_240321

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Dreamling + text posts

#I think I’ve already reblogged this but it deserves another reblog #dreamling

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"Dead Hearts" for the WIP title game, please. I was so intrigued with the summary! 🥰

Thanks to you, there is actually a full scene for this fic written instead of just the outline and miscellaneous sentences 🤘

For those who don't recall: this fic is a human au where as a child/teen Hob was Dream's worst bully. When they meet again as adults, after Hob has learned to be a better person, Hob doesn't recognize Dream but Dream recognizes him immediately. Here is one of the flashbacks (cw bullying, obvs)

Some hysterical part of Morpheus wants to laugh because he thought they’d outgrown this. It’s been years since any of them really put their hands on him, instead sticking to cruel words and spray painted slurs on his locker. He had almost become grateful for it. Now, though, he cannot wrench himself from their grips as they drag him deeper into the school, trying and failing to block out their laughter above him. He is in the middle of dreading the return of dirt and bruises on his skin when they open a door in front of him. It’s a supply closet. As they throw him inside, he thinks he’d prefer a punch to the face. By the time he scrambles to his feet, the door has shut behind him, and in the darkness he can hear the click of a lock. “Have a nice weekend, freak!”  He can hear Hob’s friends laughing, the sounds of high fives and jeering. And then they start to move away. “No…” His voice is barely a whisper, his chest tight in the dark, enclosed space. The laughter is getting farther away and the panic hits, “NO!” He throws himself against the door, one hand pulling on the doorknob desperately while the other pounds against the wood, “No, no, no! Come back! Wait, please!”  He screams. He cries. He thinks he feels his fingernails breaking as he claws at the door.  Outside it is silent.  He’s not sure how long he sobs and screams, feeling like a child again as the walls close around him. Eventually, he runs out of breath, and he sinks to the floor. Swallowing thickly, the reality of his situation bears down on him; it’s late, the school is empty, there is no one here, it’s a Friday, it’s a holiday weekend, no one at home will miss him, his backpack is still in the art room- Gasping, he scrambles for his pocket desperately, and sobs again, this time in relief, when he feels his fingers curl around his phone. For a moment, he simply clutches his phone to his chest and tries to steady his breathing. It’s okay. He’ll be okay.

(Spoiler: He gets out, but that’s not the same as being okay)

#please don’t tell me his phone is dead #I mean this is terrific writing and a terrible scene #I was bullied at school aaaaand yes I’m emotional now #but still willing to read more! #dreamling #I feel like this will be a great fic

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all sorts of echoes in these caverns

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on worldbuilding, and what people think is going on

there is one facet of fantasy worldbuilding that is, to me, the most interesting and essential but i don't see it come up in worldbuilding guides or writing prompts or anything, and that is the question of:

what do the inhabitants of your world believe about how the world works, and how are they wrong? a lot of fantasy media will set up their cosmology, gods, magic systems, planar systems, concepts of the afterlife, &c., and proceed as though the inhabitants of the world know and understand them.

from someone whose entire academic career is focused on studying human culture in various regions and time periods, with a focus on belief systems (religion, occultism, mythology, folklore): that sort of worldbuilding is unrealistic and missing out on so much fun.

people are always seeking new understanding about how the world works, and they are mostly wrong. how many models of the solar system were proposed before we reached our current one? look at the long, turbulent history of medicine and our various bizarre models for understanding the human body and how to fix it. so many religions and occult/magical traditions arise from people disagreeing with or adapting various models of the world based on new ideas, methods, technologies. many of them are wrong, but all of them are interesting and reflect a lot about the culture, beliefs, values, and fears of the people creating/practising them.

there is so much more to the story of what people believe about the world than just what is true.

to be clear: i think it's fine and important for the author to have a coherent explanation for where magic comes from or who the gods are, so they can maintain consistency in their story. but they should also be asking what people in the world (especially different people, in different regions/nations and different times) think is happening when they do magic, or say a prayer, or practise medicine, or grieve their dead. it is a rich vein for conflict between individuals and nations alike when two models of the world disagree. it is fascinating how different magic systems might develop according to different underlying beliefs.

personally, i think it is the most fun to spawn many diverse models of the world, but give none of them the 'right' answer.

(bonus points if you also have a thriving academic system in the world with its own theory, research, and discourse between factions! as an academic, it is very fun to imagine fictional academic debate over the topics i'm worldbuilding. sometimes i will be working out details for some underlying mechanic of the world and start imagining the papers being written by scholars researching it)

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I think we don't talk enough of the fact that Dream successfully managed to exist for billion years without getting knocked up. However, the moment he started fucking with Hob...To my mind, Hob is not Hope of the Endless. The man is literally Dedication of the Endless. Decided he wouldn't die - and got immortal. Imagined his bf bred - and got him pregnant. If it's not dedication, what's that? lol

I love the concept of 'wish pregnancy' so much. Please, tell us more :D

ahh, mpreg 😂

the thing is i usually don't like thinking about pregnancy as a concept, and yet here with are with this fic that's 12000 words of it. dream and his strange metaphysical pregnancy and hob having an absolute hellish time trying to be prepared while dream just keeps answering every question with "i guess we'll find out :)" since none of this has happened before. i'm so close to being done with it

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“I could have crafted a more elegant cradle of dreams,” Dream informs him then, because he really is apparently in a pissy little mood. Hob’s inclined to give him more leeway about it right now, though—not that he doesn’t give him miles of it anyway. “Oi,” he protests. “This is a perfectly serviceable crib! Besides, you don’t have to do everything.” “It has but two legs,” Dream says of the crib. “It’s incomplete.” Hob taps Dream’s belly. “And it doesn’t need to be complete until that’s complete. Worry about your part of things and I’ll worry about mine.” “I will strive to,” Dream says. Then sighs. “It was not only my choice to visit today. I was becoming a distraction in the Dreaming. Or so I was told. By many.” “They kicked you out?” “They strongly encouraged”—it has the sound of a Lucienne quote—“me to leave for a break.” It’s probably not the worst thing in the world. “Normally I’d expect a whole thunderstorm when you’re told that.” “It irritated me greatly,” Dream agrees, either ignoring or just missing the gentle ribbing in Hob’s tone, “but I did not want to cause chaos. This is a delicate time for her.” Hob can just hear Matthew’s reaction to that line in his head—oh you don’t want to cause chaos for the BABY? what are we, chopped liver?—but doesn’t mention it to Dream.

#dreamling #i love them your honor

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Please please please anything of the second installment of king Dream knight Hob! The first part was so 🔥 that I’m still smoking😂

😂😂 yesss

once again it's just smut

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“What did you actually do, with that king?” Hob asks. “You really made it look like you sucked him off.” Morpheus chuckles. It’s an endearingly wicked sound. “I threatened him. Made it quite clear what I would do to him if he defied me. Or perhaps…” he drags a finger along Hob’s lower lip, “what I would have done to him. What my loyal knight might do to him, as soon as I gave him leave.” “Oh, yeah?” There is something… thrilling, about being Morpheus’s weapon, an extension of the darkest shades of his will. “Would you do that for me, my Hob?” Morpheus asks, eyes heavy-lidded. “Ply your sword in my name?” “Already do.” Hob kisses his cheek, mouths over the skin, drags a hand up and down over his bare hip. “Did you really think I used my mouth on him?” Morpheus asks. “Did you think I would not save it for you?” Hob swallows hard, but says, “I can never know for sure what you’re thinking.” “Did it make you jealous, then?” says Morpheus. “Did it… burn in you, to think I would let myself be used by another when I should be yours?” Oh, it did. Hob leans over him, presses him down to the mattress, murmurs against his lips, “I wanted to cut his throat.” Morpheus’s breath catches. “I would not have stopped you.” “Even if it started a war?” “I want to see you spill blood for me.” He takes one of Hob’s hands, sucks two of Hob’s fingers into his mouth. Then, still with his lips touching Hob’s skin, says, “Next time you bloody yourself at war, come back to my chambers first. I want to see it.”

#it’s Monday morning and I’m officially dead #but what a way to go #dreamling #hotter than fires of hell🔥

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Sketchy and experimenting time!

Here is an illustration of the first chapter of "Giving Sanctuary", a Sandman and Dreamling fanfic by @avelera .

It begins in 1689, in the White Horse tavern, and I tried to render the candlelight atmosphere we can see in the show. I improvised a lot with my black ink and my watercolors and wanted to keep the sketchy vibes. I had quite a hard time with Dream's all black clothes...

I totally want to draw more moments of this story! Maybe one by chapter? I'll see^^

#so beautiful it hurts #dreamling

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Enter prince Dream of the Endless kingdom.

Enter fey Hob who lives in the human world because the fey way of living wasn't for him.

Hob makes a deal with King and Queen Endless and does something BIG for them, basically saving the whole kingdom from something. And as a reward, he asks for their third child. And because he is a fey, they can't back out of the deal, and maybe he even worded it in a way that made them think that he would only ask for precious stones, but oops. It was a trick all along!

Hob had never actually seen the prince before, but he had a feeling about the number three. And when Dream is given to him, he knows he was right. Dream is beautiful.

Dream had already gone through all the stages. He raged at his parents and the universe. He tried to run, but the fey magic stopped him. He held a hunger strike, gave everyone a silent treatment, even very stubbornly refused to look at his fey husband, to the point he would even close his eyes when Hob was around. (That's not to say he didn't steal a peek.)

Now, realising that he'll spend the rest of his life as a fey's companion, he finally admits to himself that he is scared. He's heard what fey do to humans that they lure into their world. He wants none of it. And he knows that he can't escape it, so he secretly cries himself to sleep at night as he waits for their wedding.

They get married in the morning and don't even stay for the feast. Hob whistles, and a beautiful horse runs up to him, and Dream has only a couple of minutes to say goodbye to his family. Then he's sitting in front of Hob on a horse that runs faster than any horse he's ever seen.

After a while, they slow down, and the rest of the journey is spent in silence and a light trot. Hob knows that Dream hates him now, and that he is heartbroken, homesick, and terrified. And Hob really doesn't want to add to his problems by talking his ears off.

They arrive at Hob's home. It is a beautiful little cottage deep in the woods. It's not the magical realm that Dream expected. Finally, he is receptive enough for Hob to explain to him that he won't be taken to the fey world and enslaved. Hob doesn't do that, it's icky. He just wanted a companion, and fey don't go about these things the same way humans do, he doesn't see anything wrong with what he did, but he understands Dream is upset because he doesn't understand that what Hob did was an act of devotion and admiration. But Hob won't enchant him or force him into anything. He will even allow Dream to travel if he wants, if he packs enough food.

Yes, Dream will have to eat fey food. Hob is sheepish when he says that. He can't help it - anything that he stores in his house, anything that he grows or prepares, turns into fey food. It would be impossible to keep Dream safe. And once he eats fey food, human food will never sustain him again. But Hob promises to help him pack as much food as he can whenever he wants to travel.

While Hob takes care of the horse, Dream explores his new home. It is... not a palace. But all he ever cared about were books, warmth, and a comfy bed, and Hob, surprisingly, owns many books, has a nice fireplace, and his bed is covered in the softest furs. Dream decides this life won't be all that bad.

Dream is apprehensive about taking the first bite of Hob's food, even though his stomach is rumbling. So, Hob gently wraps his arms around him in a comforting hug, grabs an apple, and takes a bite. Instead of eating it, he gently shares the morsel with his human husband. And like this, it really doesn't feel like signing up for a life under the influence of the fey. It feels intimate and it makes something stir within Dream as he chews. Of course, it tastes better than anything he's ever had, and it is easy to eat something that tastes this good, so he has no further trouble. Unfortunately, that means Hob stops hugging him.

But trouble in paradise arises again a few hours later when it's time for bed. Hob, who really is not an asshole, tells Dream he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want, Hob is happy to just hold him, or not even that, they can sleep on the opposite sides of the bed. Dream almost starts crying, and this time, Hob has no fucking clue what he did. But Dream asks him in a broken voice if Hob thinks he's ugly and doesn't want him. Why doesn't he want to consummate their marriage? (Because Dream has been LOOKING all day long, and he really finds Hob attractive, plus, Hob is basically treating him better than his own family ever did. He thought he could fall in love with Hob and that maybe Hob already had feelings for him, but now Hob doesn't want him?!)

So, Hob explains again that he wants Dream but only if Dream wants it too. Consent is... not a concept that they teach to the nobles. You just have sex with the person you want to get pregnant and done. Doesn't matter that you're both gritting your teeth. Dream has no idea why Hob is making such a fuss about it, but he gives his explicit consent and Hob... Hob absolutely blows his mind. They fuck until the sky is turning light again, and Dream is seriously considering if he's bewitched after all, because he's addicted. But he senses no magic influence.

Eventually, they find out that they really click, and that life in a cottage is much preferable to being a prince for Dream. Hob dotes on his husband, gives him gifts, prepares the best food for him (even though all food tastes good to Dream, he still tries to go above and beyond), takes him places.

They live happily ever after.

- 🚒 (I hope this idea stops haunting me now)

Fey Hob!!!! Oh yes!!!!! I love him and I lowkey want him to kidnap me and take me away to a cottage in the woods, lol.

He's a beautiful man, not quite as beautiful as Dream, but beautiful in quite a different way. His hair shines with flecks of silver at the temples, and his skin is like the finest bronze. His clothes are very simple, but the quality is fine and warm. When Dream looks into Hob’s eyes, he sees the forest itself. The cottage is perfect, the horse who comes whenever Hob calls it is delightful and obedient. But Hob himself is rather lonely. Its why he wants Dream so much, he needs a companion.

Hob absolutely lives to serve Dream's every wish and whim. He brings him beautiful gifts, lovely clothes, books. He waits on him hand and foot, makes him delicious meals and grows lovely flowers for him to enjoy. Dream thought that he would hate having to live with a man he hardly knows, in a cottage far away from everything he's ever known. But. For the first time in his entire life he is loved. Dream didn't think that the fey were capable of love - that's partly why he was so horrified by the prospect of being married to one!

Instead, he's having his world rocked every night (and most of the morning too). Hob is the most attentive husband he could have wished for. And if there's a little magic sprinkled into their lives now and then, well... Dream doesn't mind that too much either. When they travel together (as they often do), everyone remarks on how Dream seems to glow in Hob’s presence.

But that isn't magic. That's just love <3

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Hob: *moves gently Meowpheus from the keyboard so he can work on his pc*

Meowpheus, his eyes enormous: you CHASE AWAY dream of the endless? you chase him away like a stray? oh! oh! jail for the boyfriend! jail for the boyfriend for One Thousand Years!

#amen #dreamling

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Fandom PSA - There Are No Elected Representatives for Fandom

Fandom is a community, together, but ultimately individuals. And so it is not acceptable to speak for the group.

Because WE did not hold a goddamn vote and elect anyone to be OUR speaker. The GRAND exception of the Board of the Organization of Transformative Works. And in that case? The only people who are allowed to speak for the collective Us is the Board and the only issues they are allowed to speak authoritatively for Us about are OTW issues, including AO3 and Fanlore.

But that's it.

For the rest of Fandom?

There is no authoritative Us and there is no We. There's not even, truly, a you(general).

There's just what individual people are deciding to do with their art and their friends, specifically, in isolated instances that you(specific) will encounter as you roam the internet on whatever social media platform you(specific) prefer and whatever transformative work you(specific) prefer.

I am talking about Tumblr right now.

And I am talking about how in Tumblr Fandom? Fans are going to do whatever they want.

On Tumblr? There is no us. There is no organized fandom. There is no fandom representative because there was no election and there are no communal spaces. There is no set method. The tag set is a whisper text where people talk to each other through reblogs as much as they use Xkit to block their content.

Furthermore, in general, it is not acceptable to speak for the group when one has not been designated group leader.

It is also not good form to dictate to other people what they should do with their things. That's rudeness, last i checked.

Now, we have no elected representatives, true. Fandom is a collective of individuals, alone together, but whenever wants to speak TO the fandom collective on the other hand? Well anyone can always do that that! Anyone can always say whatever they want to the Fandom Collective!

Heck! Someone might want to point out to a fandom, lets say Sandman fandom, that:

Cow Hob

Centaur Dream

“gender what gender”

Omegaverse

Pregnancy AUs

Dub Con/Non-Con

Pregnancy Kink/Detailed Pregnancy descriptions

Breeding kink

Anatomy changes for characters

Dream/Hob with a vulva

Non-human characters

Non-Con

Dub-Con

MCD

can be triggering.

And then ask, "Hey everyone, could we please tag these! Thanks!" and hope the Sandman fandom will agree. Chances are they will! People want to help! But just asking doesn't make the asker the authority. It doesn't give the asker any power over the Sandman fandom. It doesn't mean that the asker has any right to give permission or cheering to anyone to get down and dirty and nasty or to tell them how they should and shouldn't tag or DO ANYTHING AT ALL!

Because Fandom does not have a representative that speaks for the group on any authority. That includes Sandman fandom. No watery tarts distributing swords in lakes gave anyone in Fandom a sword. We(Fandom general) didn't vote anyone in to represent us. So. There is no Fandom leader.

And Fandom(collectively) doesn't need to be told what it should do.

There is no need for anyone in Fandom to claim they are receiving reports of fans in dire circumstances - being triggered, or perhaps even being pushed out of fandom. Certainly not ANONYMOUSLY, so that those who are being reported about, have no recourse for redress. And even if those reports are made? No one imbued anyone with the authority to share those reports with those fans, who are just out here, vibing, and putting fannish material into the world.

There are readers who have enough of a problem that they're telling someone they see as an authority figure, when fandom doesn't have any elected representatives? If that's a scenario that takes place? Then in that scenario, the reader can block the writer they have a problem with because it is not the responsibility of the writers to change how they write or post.

The back button exists. So does the block button.

BUT THAT IS DISTRACTING FROM WHAT IS REALLY IMPORTANT HERE!

Which is:

No one gets to tell fandom what to do, even covertly.

No one gets to make fans feel bad about what they are are doing online.

No one gets to SPEAK for fandom as a collective.

No one gets to USE speaking for the group to make others feel UNCOMFORTABLE and JUDGED.

No individual has been given access to the power of the Fandom collective to push anyone on Tumblr so that they will change their behavior.

No one has the right to DECIDE your place in fandom. And no one has the right make you fear LOSING it either.

NO ONE.

Not because it's wrong, even though it is.

Not because it's hurtful, even though it is.

BECAUSE THAT AUTHORITY DOES NOT EXIST.

Does everyone understand that just because someone SPEAKS with authority, that DOES NOT mean they HAVE authority? Because no one in fandom, any fandom, has that authority. SO DO NOT FUCKING GIVE IT TO THEM!

If you(specific) start to feel bad, or sick or nervous, like someone is calling you out?

Remember that there was no council called. There was no quorum of fandom elders. THOSE THINGS DON'T FUCKING EXIST.

You are allowed to just live your life and enjoy yourself.

You don't owe any explanation to anyone.

Do you hear me, random person reading this?

THAT AUTHORITY IS NOT REAL!

Anyone telling you what you SHOULD do? Or how you SHOULD do something? Remember that anyone doing that never speaks for anything but their own desire to control you unless you are in an active fan event or in that person's fan discord. And even then? Remember that those rules are still their desire for control acting on you - which is what you agreed to - but their desire for control acting upon you none the less.

Because Fandom doesn't have elected representatives. It's an individual undertaking which is enjoyed together.

So with that knowledge fresh in your mind?

Go forth.

CREATE.

I LOVE YOU!

I HOPE YOU LOVE YOU TOO!

#finally someone said it #thank you from the bottom of my heart #I’m so sick and tired of attempts to centralize fucking fandoms #let me reblog how I want to #let me write how I want to #let me have a place where I can do what I want to #people who tell you what to do in fandoms just ruin the experience #it’s true

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REVERSE TROPE WRITING PROMPTS

Too many beds

Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss

Really nice guy who hates only you

Academic rivals except it’s two teachers who compete to have the best class

Divorce of convenience

Too much communication

True hate’s kiss (only kissing your enemy can break a curse)

Dating your enemy’s sibling

Lovers to enemies

Hate at first sight

Love triangle where the two love interests get together instead

Fake amnesia

Soulmates who are fated to kill each other

Strangers to enemies

Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating

Too hot to cuddle

Love interest CEO is a himbo/bimbo who runs their company into the ground

Nursing home au