#I don't ship anything in this dumpster

[displ3azant]

(Before cut is In-Character.)

Hiii! Helloooo!

Hello!!!!!! Hehe, thiz iz actually super weird trying to write an intro-- give me a minute.

So, HIII!!!!!!! I'm Unpleasant! That'z not a joke, that iz literally my name. There'z no "deep reason" behind it, it iz literally just what people refer to me az. But, if that'z too weird, I do also go by Unplez or Plez for short.

Uh, pronounz? I don't really care, actually. I don't have a set gender, I've never really met a gradient who doez. That being said, since I started hanging with Infected I have been called he and she specifically a lot... so if it'z easiest for you, just roll with the crowd.

Right, so... the blog. Thatz thiz blog, haha! Well, the easy answer iz I waz super bored, Infected can suck a huge ####, and I like talking about myself! But... I kind of suck at talking in general, so I guess I'll type and answer questionz about myself.

BUT KNOW MY BOUNDARIEZ BEFORE YOU ASK QUESTIONZ! 👇👇👇

(Below cut is Out-Of-Character.)

To those who know me: Good to see you're still stickin' with me! I promise I will make an effort to make this blog much less of a dumpster fire like the last one.

And to those who are only now coming across this blog: Hello! My name is Hex. You don't have to call me "Mod Hex", or anything, just "Hex" will do. I'm the only guy running this thing here. I'll talk more about myself soon, because oversharing is what I do best.

Blog-Context

So, if it wasn't obvious enough from the intro, this is an ask/rp blog for the Unpleasant Gradient from Regretevator, but specifically in the context of the plez-centric au I have created for him. Or, well, the "AU" in question is actually just some freaky amalgamation of all my fucked up headcanons, which means...

I AM NO LONGER DOING DIRECT BLOG ASSOCIATIONS! Really sorry about that, I love my friends with all my heart but if I wanna keep consistency, I'm gonna have to "write the story" on my own. However, I do want to give full credit to my friends @sk8tr1101 and @party-noob for some major concepts involving Unpleasant, especially Audrey who already has some awesome ideas herself. Go check them both out!

MAIN TAGS:

#unpl3zansw3rz - Asks

#unpl3zrambl3z - Non-ask related posts/reblogs

#unpl3zlor3 - Plot points and similar

#ooc - Out-of-character post

OTHER TAGS (to be updated):

(nothing yet, hehe)

Blog-Owner

So hiiii, I'm Hex. If I can be bothered, out-of-character posts will either have the #ooc tag, be in purple text, or be signed off with my name. I'd prefer if you refer to me using he/it pronouns, thnx!

I'd also like you all to keep in mind I am 17 years old, therefore a minor, and even if I wasn't 17 I do not appreciate NSFW/Explicit jokes towards me, ESPECIALLY if you don't know me. It's one thing when you're my very close friends or my partner, it's another thing when you are a stranger on the internet asking me things I should not have to answer.

My other accounts are: @hexexists - my main blog, if you receive notifications from this account, please know it is just me! @hexational - my regretevator blog @geometricgiovanni - a Jeremy ask/rp blog set in the same universe as this one! Please note, however, that in the context of this blog, Unpleasant is not aware of the blog nor would he like to be.

Ask/RP-Boundaries

Let's start off by reiterating that I AM NOT OKAY WITH NSFW/EXPLICIT ASKS IN ANY CAPACITY! Sick of getting them, they're repetitive and annoying. Asking safe-for-work questions involving Unpleasant's anatomy is one thing, but I am not responding to ANYTHING involving genetalia.

ALSO! I am very unlikely to respond to things that is either hard to make a unique drawing for or don't progress the story (unlocking "lore" and such). I'm watching your ass, Mango, I know what you like to do (/lh). Joke asks are still okay, you don't *have* to progress story, but please keep in mind my "criteria" for answering asks when sending them. A clean inbox gives me a clear mind. I do not like notifications.

Shipping content: Shipping content is okay, I guess. Not exactly the direction I want to take things, though some storylines will involved implied ships. Don't push anything that isn't hinted at, and under no circumstances encourage proshipping or any kind of illegal pairing. If a ship is hinted toward that you personally do not like, then just block me and move on with your day.

Roleplaying: While I'd prefer to not be in direct contact with other rp blogs, I am totally cool with roleplaying side stories and stuff, interactions and such! Please keep in mind though, Unpleasant in this is not a very social person, so you're probably not going to get the reaction you want.

Also! I think OCs are super cool and am happy to respond/interact with them as well! However,

PLEASE DON'T SEND YOUR GRADIENT OCS TO THIS ACCOUNT IF YOU WANT ME TO DRAW THEM! Please instead send them to @hexational! A lot of people were sending me their Gradient ocs to the previous Unpleasant account, and as much as I love seeing Gradient ocs and Gradient sonas, I'd love to be able to draw them, and if you are just asking an opinion on them and not an in-character ask or a genuine question involving other gradients I'd much prefer you send them to the account previously tagged!

That's pretty much all I can think of! Sorry for the long post, I just have a lot to say hehe

Lots of love, - Hex

#unpl3zansw3rz #unpl3zrambl3z #ic #ooc #ask blog #regretevator unpleasant #regretevator ask blog #regretevator infected #unpleasant gradient

[and-stir-the-stars]

Welcome to the Crying Child Weekend Bash!

What is it?

A weekend all about the fnaf 4 Crying Child! Create fanworks-- fanart, edits, fics, poetry, or anything else you can think of-- that center around the Crying Child and match one of the day's given themes (don't worry, there's a free space day too, in case you want to participate but don't want to do a theme)

When is it?

The event will run from Friday January 5th to Monday January 8th, 2024!

Can I still participate if I use a special name for the Crying Child?

Hell yeah! Evan, Chris, Norman, CC, Cassidy, Stormaggeddon the dark lord of all-- doesn't matter what you call him; all Crying Child content is welcome.

Can I submit content for the event if it's for an au?

Yep! Just make sure to provide a brief summary of your au along with your work (at the beginning if it's a fic) so anyone who isn't familiar with the au can quickly get caught up and engage with your work for the event!

What are the prompts?

Friday, Jan 5th: Nightmare / Blood / Fun

Saturday, Jan 6th: Friend / Family / Haunting

Sunday, Jan 7th: Trust / Betrayal / Trapped

Monday, Jan 8th: Free space! Submit any content you have that doesn't follow a theme

For any day(s) that you want, post something that follows one or more prompt! You don't have to include all three prompts in a single work; you can pick either one, two, or all three prompts to incorporate in.

Where can I go if I have any questions?

Feel free to leave me an ask or hop into my DMs if you have any questions about the event, or about what content is or isn't acceptable as a submission.

What are the rules?

If you want to submit something for the event, then make it in a post, tag me in it, and label the post with #crying child weekend bash so I can reblog any submissions!

Do NOT make content shipping CC with anyone, and don't include any smut in anything you make for the event. I won't reblog it if you do.

Triggering content disclaimer: you're free to make content as dark as you want. Body horror, severe injuries, murder, character death, etc are all welcome, but you MUST make sure to tag and trigger warning this kind of content. If I notice something isn't tagged appropriately, I'll bring it up to you privately, but if you don't fix it then I won't reblog.

That being said, this weekend bash isn't necessarily about angst works. A lot of the prompts seem angsty, but I tried to put in a good mix of prompts so that if you want to make a fluff piece or a humor piece without any angst in it, then you should be able to do so. Fluff and crack are as welcome as angst pieces are!

This should go without saying, but the works should center around the Crying Child, not any other character.

If you mixed up your calender or a certain work took longer than you thought and you don't have it finished by the day the prompt is, you're more than welcome to post your work on a different day. I'm not gonna be too strict about deadlines; we're all here to have fun, right?

@justalittleegg @doombum @pey-up @cloudwhisper45 @angeygirl @fyrefrostanimus @connectionterminated13 @catwithacupofcoffee @crumbleclub @honey-bunnysaurus @dire-kumori @raven-the-haven @puhpandas @soniccrazygal @destefaniart @serenefig @raccoon-in-a-dumpster

#crying child weekend bash #crying child #the crying child #evan afton #chris afton #norman afton #cc afton #fnaf #fnaf 4 #the afton family #the afton kids #fnaf event

[a0random0gal]

"healthy" doesn't always mean good in fiction. Eremika's unhealthiness is what makes the ship compelling and interesting. It's built into the core of the story. Also your "healthiest ship" requires ignoring that he emotionally manipulated her into keeping her mouth shut about his genocide plan and threatened to have her memories erased. Historia never expressed any interest in him that way. Men and women can in fact just be friends.

Ohh boy, you're bold anon, I have to hand it to ya.

Yes healthy doesn't always mean good, in fact it can actually lead to some very boring ships, but that is still a perfectly good thing to look for in a pairing.

In contrast unhealthy can be interesting, but mostly leads to abusive relationships that get glorified by the fandom in spite of their toxic nature, and in this aspect Eremika is no exception. These two are just awful for one another.

He headbutts her, call her names, tells her he hates her (I know he didn't mean it, but it wrecked her emotionally so my point stands) put her in a situation that could have gotten her killed, never confided in her regarding his plans etc...

She was an overbearing mama who constantly treated him like an incompetent child that couldn't do anything on his own.

What's compelling in a relationship with this dynamic:

"Eren eat your veggies!"

"Eren put on a coat, or you're gonna catch a cold!"

"Eren don't run you're gonna trip!"

Oh and don't get me started on this

She literally deluded herself for years into believing that everything he did was somehow tied back to her. Even Armin, Reiner and Berthold gave her the 🙄 look.

Also her entire character revolves around him and it makes her super boring and robotic. Even after he dies she spends her life worshipping his grave and dies with that gosh darned scarf on her neck. She only took it off once ( when she gave an ounce of development) before cruelly snatching it from the hands of a dying girl that was using it for comfort (something I'll never forgive her for).

She was originally meant to break away from him but alas, good writing died after 134.

Annd the story never revolved around them. Mikasa only became the protagonist in the last chapter out of fucking thin air and it looked soo forced. Lmao Hisu had more parallels with Ymir than Mikasa of all people.

The only time their relationship mattered was at the end of season 2, but after that we got nothing important.

Last thing on this dumpster fire of a ship... They're boring asf.

Like I know some unhealthy relationships that are toxic and all, but the characters have chemistry, and it can make up for the awful shit they can do to eachother. Eremika has no chemistry. I would rather watch paint dry than think about them romantically.

Regarding Erehisu... Have we read the same aot chapter? Or just the same conversation between Eren and Historia? Because I don't think so.

He emotionally manipulated her to keep her mouth shut

What? When did this ever happen? She chose to stay silent. Hell he didn't even need to tell her his plans, it was quite risky, since she could have snitched on him to the Mps and ruined everything.

He chose to confide in her cause he knew she wouldn't tell, cause she was the worst girl in the world who saved him, the girl who chose her selfishness over the world already, in that cave when she saved him, when she told him that she would always be his ally, that they were enemies of humanity.

She never wanted the future that she was destined to if she accepted the 50 year plan. She had accepted it for the greater good. Something selfless that only Christa could have done.

He knew that, and reminded her of who she really was. A selfish, normal girl like everyone else.

She was shocked by the genocide that awaited them if they followed Eren's plan but ultimately chose it over sacrificing herself and her future children. Totally in character, no manipulation involved lmao.

He threatened to erase her memories

Nope. She was upset so he offered to lighten her burden by erasing her memories if she wanted to. It was a proposal made out of empathy for her shock. No threats, where did you see em?

She was never interested in him

Say what you want about her feelings for him, interpret them how you please, but you can't deny a connection from which feelings could blossom. This meme perfectly sums up my thoughts about this:

Yes men and women can be friends, I just don't see it this way for Erehisu. Actually I could tell you the same thing for Eremika. Better as siblings lol.

#aot #attack on titan #erehisu #anti Eremika #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger #historia reiss #man i had already written a much longer answer #but it got deleted #so i had to write it all again🥲 #and made it shorter #so i probably forgot some other arguments from the og answer #armin arlert #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover

[chaifootsteps]

Honestly, after watching the trailer, I feel... Empty, I mean, I didn't expect anything and still they manage to disappoint me.

I made a list about it:

Why is everything so... Red and purple? It hurts my eyes, everything is too detailed, I don't know where to look, and the characters almost blend perfectly with the background.

The VA's... I don't want to disrespect them, but they sound like they're trying to imitate the Pilot Cast instead of giving their own interpretation of the characters.

I miss Alastor's radio voice filter, it sounded good and made him more unique, but now he doesn't have any substance, and why is he using a camera, he hates Vox! Why couldn't he use a Radio Program instead? He is the Radio Demon for a reason.

Angel... Well, look at how they massacred my boy, and I bet that the Huskerdust is to appeal to the fandom who ships them, instead of giving a good reason why they are a good match for each other.

Charlie swears... Why? Just because “she's a demon and this is Hell?”. And I don't get why she's so surprised to see the denizens of hell being, well, bad? You live here, you should know better, that's why you started the hotel, remember?

I'm worried about what they're going to do with Sir Pentious, I really liked his character in the pilot.

The plot is now Heaven Vs Hell and how bad Heaven is instead of redemption or that both Hell and Heaven are a different shade of grey?

I'm just hoping that the series will be brief and buried with something better because it looks like a train crash and a dumpster fire at the same time.

🍿anon

Seems like a lot of people have been left feeling empty for a lot of these same exact reasons.

#Anonymous #popcorn anon #hazbin hotel critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

[olderthannetfic]

Something I find really exhausting is the ongoing insistence in fandom that you give up on something if it's problematic. Yes, canon is problematic. A lot of good fanwork can come out of asking, "what if we change X, Y and Z?" or "what if we actually really explored how fucked up X, Y and Z are?" or "what if we write about what comeuppance in retaliation to X, Y or Z would look like?" Saying that if something is problematic, we should just give up on it as a piece of media and not engage doesn't do anything in terms of activism, but it also doesn't let me as a person sit back and really think, brainstorm ideas, look into how similar shit impacts people IRL, etc. I learned a lot from my problematic faves because it made me research shit in order to write fic accurately or fic written to fix the worst and most egregious aspects of something taught me something.

Consumption as moral action and refusal to engage in something as the only option are really pointless, but also they don't let people get the catharsis of screaming about the problem in question for a while. I like that catharsis. That catharsis is useful for me as a trans biracial person. "Think critically!!!" I did, that's why the fic is fun, because I'm slinging mud back at canon. "Think about your faves!!!" I did, I just also think that writing people struggling with shit is cathartic because I too am dealing with shit. "Why don't pro-shippers/anti-antis/other fanfic term about shipping that I'm applying to you despite you not shipping anything be critical of their shows' canons?" I do. My thesis statement is that this canon is a dumpster, it's just a dumpster I'd like to dive in for a bit to see hat I can build out of the trash piles.

I hate that so much of fandom has become "cast everything impure aside". That's my emotional support impure thing. I use it to get into and work through shit. But also, casting aside every impure thing doesn't challenge anyone intellectually. "Your fave is problematic" cool but like, saying that and setting something aside doesn't do anything for my mind. It doesn't get gears turning. I don't think or feel in response to refusing to engage with things. So what's the point to giving up a problematic thing instead of delving into it and really looking at the nuts and bolts? What's the benefit? What am I gaining from abandoning everything that has issues?

And the response is always just a repetition of, "your fave is problematic", as if that's the answer to the question. Having one less problematic thing in your life is both an act of activism and a reward for your activism, I guess? It's an accomplishment of some kind, hence why you should do it, and failure to do so must mean you don't think at all.

I wish "think critically" wasn't used to mean "never engage with". I like critical thinking. I just don't find any critical thinking, or really any thinking at all, to be present in "thing bad, discard, the end".

--

[sassyfrassboss]

Gosh I think they’re just beyond desperate at this point. I don’t think she’s signed any deals, we haven’t heard a peep from WME and the only thing being remotely spoken about is invictius. Partly people there’s a real feeling that it’s a dumpster fire behind the scenes and harry is desperate to right the ship in time for the actual event.

The fact that we didn’t get some sort of leak from Meghan about whats potentially dropping ~soon~ while Catherine was in the hospital is wild to me. Going even further, with the release that she wasn’t going to be doing public facing duties til April at the earliest and nothing from monceito. She hasn’t touched the suits reunion rumors, and not a peep about the blog revival. I think she’s hoping and praying that Harry’s going to get an in back with the family and that will re open doors for her.

Let's look at some of their "accomplishments/projects" since 2020:

Travalyst - NO CLUE what happened to that. I feel like it was similar to that dude who tried to get a big concert going and then took people's money and nothing ever came of it. Harry took all this money and made a few speeches but no a peep in over a year.

40x40 - Yeah that crashed and burned for Meghan. All of the SWAG she bought and is sitting on. Some of it was even returned to her from A-List celebs.

They got the cover of Time but people made fun of the cover so much because it looked like Harry was her hair stylist.

Their NYC royal tour when they went to the UN and were relegated to meeting someone lower on the totem pole than they wanted and it was a very short meeting.

Harry at the Endeavor Awards and her in that awful dress. Right across the street was a big celeb event that they weren't invited to...

Meghan is still involved with Smartworks but you never hear anything about that.

They have each gotten small awards here and there that don't amount to anything and get basically zero press.

During 2020 they were doing Zoom calls and jumped on the BLM bandwagon but that stopped.

They donated some $ to that women's shelter in Texas.

They joined that Chef's organization but basically threw some money at him and hopped on his coattails while taking all the credit.

She went to Uvalde for attention and brought sandwiches and chips...she had her camera crew with her and was banned from entering where the volunteers were. Shortly after this there was a school, mainly black kids, that had a school shooting and people died but she ignored this because it didn't have the massive headlines Uvalde did.

Spotify - fired after 12 episodes which took 2 years to produce.

Netflix - their series went over relatively well but people are tired of hearing them complain. Their next production was basically a handout from Netflix because they had nothing else.

Her book tanked. Epic Failure.

He op-ed in the New York Times I think was buried after a day basically.

I mean the only thing they have done in the past 4 years that actually brought them some sympathy and positive attention was the Oprah interview.

Then Prince Philip died and all of that went away.

They have crashed and burned left and right the past four years.

Every project or bandwagon they have jumped on fizzles out after a few months. Then they show up to random events that leave people wondering why the hell they are there.

Right now they desperately need the BRF. Even if Meghan refuses to admit it. They need the shine that William and Catherine bring. But they won't be welcomed back. He might because he is a royal prince but she would be sidelined.

[elephant-in-the-pride-parade]

The way you only show an interest in nonwhite characters if they can be shipped with a white character is truly disturbing. Not only that, when you do write them you clearly see them as nothing more than stereotypes. We have Chakotay as the noble savage, B’Elanna as Tom’s “exotic” wife, and Harry who you constantly infantilize and desexualize. Seriously, are you brain damaged or do you just not think racism is a serious issue?

You have finally come for me and I didn't even publish the P/T wedding fic yet. Thanks for being so proactive.

I'll make you a deal, P/T Anon: direct me to which of my fics and which scenes/dialogue/description specifically are supporting these tropes and I will fix those. I am willing to concede that I am still learning how to write diverse characters, and I've been writing for 15 years so theres probably a lot of things I have written clumsily or in ignorance that could be updated.

If you can't do that then I will assume you are doing this in bad faith. I will assume you are doing what we have all seen you doing to the P/T authors: sending inflamatory messages based on their story tags rather than story content. I will assume your accusations are meritless and designed to put me on the defensive about whether i'm a racist or not, or that maybe youre a white nationalist using classic russian troll tactics (or a bot!) in order to try to spook me and so many other writers into only writing white characters.

I will not be spooked. I will continue to write the ship I've loved since childhood. I will continue trying to do that sensitively an well. I will continue to write diverse characters. I will continue learning from what I read and write and hear from credible sources about how to do that well. I will continue writing P/T into fics and trying to write them better than the 90s canon did. I will continue writing Chakotay and trying to write him better shit than the canon dumpster fire did. And I will continue writing all of them fucking. Joyously and angstily and maybe all at once if I can get that many limbs in a scene to make sense. And you know, I barely ever write anything about Harry because frankly hes just kinda boring, but maybe I will now as a treat.

I will do everything short of paying a sensitivity reader to edit my fanfic because frankly, I don't have the money to do that for fanfic writing, for which I do not get paid.

If youre capable of sending more than accusations and death threats then come on down and get in the weeds with me and tell me what I missed. And I will fix it.

If you respond to this with some bullshit telling me to kill myself then I'll delete it. And then I'll go write more stories with diverse characters.

#p/t anon #cw: suicide #i thought i would actually have to write p/t as a main ship to join this club

[monsieuroverlord]

Wolverine #48 Spoilers (and also heavy ranting):

It was boring.

Somehow, even LESS happened than the past two issues.

I mean, what even is the plot at this point? What are the character motivations?

Laura made her grand escape, which was nice. But also, why would Graydon or "Bad Seed" even be interested in her in the first place?

His main interest is his father, yes?

I guess he does hate mutants in general, but if I were him, I would've intentionally let her escape so she could lead me to the main fight.

Also, what was even the point of attacking the bears? Logan literally said "don't kill them" and immediately stabbed one. Master hunter-tracker wild man couldn't go around? lead them away? Bears are generally skittish and don't really go out of their way to attack people unless provoked. UNLESS they're food-conditioned by raiding dumpsters and such, but this is in the middle of nowhere in Alaska. There's no people food to eat.

Logan disabled one -- which is usually a death sentence in the wild by the way. And that's assuming it ran away after Logan did that. But usually they would fight back after fucking stabbing them.

Nekra fucking flipped one and presumably knocked it out (???) Third Eye put the third one to sleep.

Also also, grizzly bears are solitary. If that was supposed to be a mother and two cubs, the cubs are WAY too big to be with their mama still.

Those bears were depicted as well-muscled/well-fed/basically NOT starving at all. They wouldn't be that attack-happy over a fish (maybe a bit protective over a huge carcass, but my point still stands). I mean, assuming you don't walk right up to them! They'd make some bear threats first, in which an experienced hunter with keen animal-like senses *cough cough* would know to back off.

Keep your distance and you're good. They literally had to walk quite a distance further for that stupid bunker. Literally just go around. No need for this.

I'm sorry, this isn't how bears work at all. They can be territorial, but an experienced woodsman would know how to avoid the conflict. Especially since they weren't even caught unaware by said bears.

And the narrative around Logan remains redundant:

When will I be free of this?

THEY DO THIS EVERY TIME HE LOSES HIS HEALING FACTOR!

Last time he went on an introspective monologue like this, he went on a grand death tour and got got encased in molten adamantium! Then Laura became Wolverine :)

But they do this every time. Nothing about these plot choices are original, or even a fresh retelling of a Wolverine-esque story. It's not even vaguely interesting. At best, they're the safe choice, but I think its just lazy and lacks direction.

How the fuck is it a relief? How the fuck are you a "walking carcass?" You don't even have that cool eye scar anymore.

Also, your fucking son had a healing factor and STILL died. How do you think he feels about that, hm?

It irritates me especially because Aki isn't even mentioned beyond those preview pages. For all that shock value they did, and he still ends up being a passing thought.

I am repeatedly banging my head against a wall, I swear.

(Send Aurora in to smack him around a little. It's greatly needed).

Anyway, Laura made her grand escape by lowerng defenses to alert the sentinels and Bad Seed Graydon was able to hack them. X-Force was also alerted to the situation and Black Tom is using his veg powers to grow a rescue ship.

I guess this could lead up to a Graydon vs. Laura situation? Kid vs kid? But I don't know anymore. The plot is all over the place.

Creed ended up being encased in a sort of psuedo-egg as well, but burst out of it.

We don't see anything beyond that, but maybe he was transformed somehow? Maybe he's weaker? stronger? who knows.

I am disappointed. I wanted the seed to do something a bit more than this. There's still time, I guess. But I remain disappointed for now.

MAJOR MAJOR SPOILER PAGE:

The armor makes its first appearance.

And because fuck it, we're getting a muramasa blade too.

I hate it here.

Hurry up with all of the ressurections. I stand even firmer in my belief that this Sabretooth War should count as one of those "Orchis Purges" and Aki, and all the other dead mutants should be ressurected as such from the White Hot Room. Graydon was able to hijack one, its close enough! We don't need to argue semantics here, just ressurect everyone please and thank you

#i never thought i'd need to rant about bear behavior in a comic book #but here we are #only two issues left #and at least the last one has some promising back-up stories #my thoughts #comic book spoilers #wolverine #sabretooth war

[tma-fanfic-archivist]

#0231504

Statement of Juno [REDACTED], regarding The Fanfiction Archive. Statement taken April 15, 2023, directly from Subject.

Statement Begins. Howdy TMA fandom! This is Juno, also known as @legendary-dumpster-fire, also known as @a-mag-meme-a-day coming at you with something I should have done months ago. A little less than a year ago, I started gaining the reputation of "Fanfic Archivist" on Instagram, and later, Discord. People started coming to me for TMA fanfic recs, and I would have them. Now, with more people asking than ever, I have decided to start a Tumblr blog dedicated to this work. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ How This Works: - send an ask! the ask can either be pubic or private, and you can either show your face or stay anon, i wont judge. - preferred word count, ship(s), and any extra tags you may want - what you DON'T WANT - if you request anything NWFW (including anything like non-sexual bondage), please note that that will stay as a private ask, as minors will be following this blog and I would like to keep this blog SFW. *I'm open to pretty much everything except A/B/O, Time Travel (long story), and anything that is illegal, like i*cest and p*dophilia.* Tagging System: - my personal tags will be "the fanfiction archivist" for any fic rec posts and "statement of the fanfiction archivist" for anything that does not pertain to recs - Every post will be tagged with the ships, season it takes place in (roughly) or if its an au, and any topic that may need a CW in order to make it easier for anyone to filter out other people's recs that they do NOT want to see. if someone needs something tagged, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I hope that this archive with help at least someone, and that you will find what you are looking for here.

Statement Ends.

SUPPLEMENTAL: Oh, and one last thing?

I reserve the right to not answer any asks that may make me uncomfortable.

Recording Ends.

#the magnus archives #the magnus archive fanfiction #the fanfiction archivist #statement of the fanfiction archivist

[tearueful]

You know I gotta send you the big boy Homelander for the character ask game

I mean, OF COURSE. My dumpster fire of a man.

Sexuality Headcanon: I want to say Homelander is somewhere on the asexual spectrum because he shows zero sexual interest until someone shows interest in him first. I really don't think he's allosexual. Demi? Maaybbee?? I can see his connections happening hard and fast due to his sheer thirst for intimacy.

Gender Headcanon: This bitch is so CIS male it hurts.

A ship I have with said character: Yes. Given that there's no one in canon I think Homelander CAN fit with in a healthy way, I don't have any OTPs for him. (OTP is me and Homelander obv) If you give me a Homelander ship and it's good content, I will CONSUME said content.

A BROTP I have with said character: Homelander and Noir were besties, even if Noir was his handler for a while there. HE FUCKED THAT UP. Homelander has an awkward friendship with The Deep. The Deep is growing on Homelander like mold.

A NOTP I have with said character: Homelander x Stillwell, just because the Diobolical implications that she's been sexually harassing and manipulating Homelander since he was at least 18. Granted there are PLENTY of scenes where I think "GODS I WISH THAT WERE ME" but- Yeh. I'll probably STILL enjoy all the content as he's a 40 something year old man and she's dead now ANYWAY.

A random headcanon: Homelander has no shame. The man has been monitored since he was a child. This dude never got dressed alone and probably had every bowel movement charted. He's been watched doing everything and anything with no privacy so the concept of shame has never registered to him. He jacked off on a skyscraper. He'll fuck in an alleyway next to a corpse and be loud while doing it. He lounges nude in his penthouse that has NO FUCKING DOORS anyway. Excited boner in front of his secretary? Homelander doesn't care. IT'S NOT BECAUSE OF YOU, ASHLEY. 'Normal' people probably register as pets to him and who has shame walking about nude in front of their dog? Not Homelander, that's for sure. Maybe he has a little more decorum around other supes, but that's it.

General Opinion over said character: I went in to The Boys thinking I would HATE this motherfucker because he has done HORRIBLE things. I READ THE WIKI ON HIM BEFORE STARTING THE SHOW. Buut each scene just made me like Homelander more and more. He's so fucking pathetic and insecure and stupid and hot and HIS FANGS. DEAR LORD. He's so terrible, I love him. Antony Star plays him SO WELL. But really, he's a delightfully well written villain who has a HORRIBLY fucked up back story and COULD be the perfect hero if he wasn't being handled by THE SYMBOLISM OF CAPITALISM MADE MANIFEST. I usually don't think, "I can fix him" with bad guys but MAN. Depower the bastard and put him in therapy. JOHN CAN BE GOOD, I KNOW IT.

#ask #BLESS #Homelaner #plz gib more #god damn I'm a thirsty bitch

[ipsen]

001: Eto x Arima

oh you are just a little devil aren't you. under the cut!

when I started shipping it if I did:

sort of(?) shipped it when re was coming out and the one-eyed king reveal dropped, but it wasn't anything crazy, just kind of obligatory. there was also cute art of them. then i read this post, which leads with this image:

illustrating the visual parallels of eto and kaneki and the overwhelming power arima holds over them (plus his physical abuse of them). and so i stopped shipping arieto from a strictly romantic perspective. funnily enough, this is also when i started shipping etoken hard. arima's toys getting together and making out in front of him was also a pretty funny image.

my thoughts:

there's a quote: "everything in the world is about sex but sex? sex is about power." and this is the epitome of that. for eto, her theoretical pursuit of arima is the former, but the reality is the latter. arima wields much control over her, whether he realizes it or not, and it's that power that twists her feelings for him into something ugly, resulting in the eto we end up seeing in kanou's lab and with kanae.

What makes me happy about them:

trying to break the eggshell is better than not trying at all. but also, i like how arima, a grown ass man, effectively hijacked a teenager's loneliness and anger against the oppressive system and took advantage of it to serve his own ends of being loved by everyone (everyone). as for eto, it's interesting how she effectively continues the cycle of abuse that he taught her through others (yasuhisas, kanae, hinami).

What makes me sad about them:

their suicidal tendencies and ignorance to the potential of love around them, i suppose. arima's refusal to open up to anyone causes way too much friction in the relationship, especially when his partner is someone like eto, who thrives on picking up little body languages, but this dude is a complete mystery.

things done in fanfic that annoys me

not enough of a dumpster fire. they work together too well more often than not. arima is the only person eto would not ever viscerally call out because he can kill her in two seconds and make everything for naught.

things I look for in fanfic:

again, toxic dumpster fire ship dynamic. maybe arima cares about eto, but eto's feelings for arima are founded upon being taken advantage of, and if her conversation with kurona and nashiro are anything to go off of, they have been twisted into that of bitterness and regret.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

pfft. etoken, and then arima x his grave.

My happily ever after for them:

a situation in which they don't feel the need to do anything, really. a time where they can actually pursue their interests and not their obligations. i don't know what that looks like, but finally letting them breathe and them taking those breaths is a good ending in my book.

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

arima is the little spoon, and eto clings to his back like a backpack.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

eating at a restaurant, i suppose. arima likes books, but he's like a brick wall when eto tries to wring anything out of him, and somehow he dominates the conversation when he speaks. so they turn to food, one of the things they can share with little issue.

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thanks for the ask! <3

#eto yoshimura #kishou arima #arieto #ask #tokyo ghoul

[badmoodbatflowers]

fic tag game

I was tagged by @beri-allen! <3

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

18.

2. What's your Ao3 word count?

183,264 total.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Wednesday (2022).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Who is in control?

Sweet like honey

Of curses and intrusions

Unclaimed

Golden retriever boy

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! or at least I try to. The mental health has been a bit of a dumpster fire recently but I really appreciate every comment and always try to respond even if it's weeks later lol

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't think I've written anything with a particularly angsty ending, except my lil angsty drabble: But you're not special, you're evil.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think most of my fics end happily bc I am a sap, but maybe Golden retriever boy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't consider it hate per se, but I have encountered people who don't know how to use a back button and who think I care that they disagree with my bi4bi headcanons.

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

I literally only have three fics that are not rated E lmao

10. Do you write cross-overs?

I'm not really deep enough in any other fandoms to write cross-overs, and they are never my go-to to read either.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes, one chapter of No such thing as purity with my darling kae (who is not on tumblr)

13. What WIP you would like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I outlined an angsty hurt/comfort wyclair piece that picks up during S1, but I struggled a little with Enid's voice and the complexity of the dynamic given where it falls in canon, so it is mostly abandoned. I think it was a good idea but it requires a lot of time and attention I don't think I can give it rn. Maybe one day I'll go back to it

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I actually don't know that I have one?

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think I do fairly well with descriptions/body positioning etc.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes writing dialogue is like pulling teeth.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If it's a language I know well enough, then sure.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

Wednesday.

19. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I feel like this changes all the time but possibly If you wanna go to heaven. The supernatural elements were fun and it was a gift for my dear nik, who in turn has gifted me a succubus!Wednesday fic I will cherish forever (killing boys).

20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?

If I was going to rewrite anything, it would probably be SLH. It has evolved a lot due to the nature of writing while posting, so I'd probably want to edit and revise it to make it feel a bit more cohesive and trim the fat.

Not sure if you have done this already but @nonamemanga @suchaladyy @the-strangest-person I am curious about your responses 👀

#fic tag game #fanfic #wyler #batty writes

[fizzycereal]

INTRO POST

(Please read this)

Hi :D welcome to this dumpster fire of a blog :D

Info about me :D

Names to call me:

Fizzy (sure)

Fizzerz (why not it silly)

Dumbass (lol okay just be joking)

Fuzzy (okey :])

BIZY (dis is ur fault irl fwiend 😡/j)

Cereal (uhh okey?)

Lizy (only if you know me irl, sorry I just kinda don't feel comfortable with it being used)

Atlas (uhhhh okey? Sure? I mean I'm not Atlas but i wouldnt do anything if you do)

My legal name (no 😡)

Nicknames (sure, just be one of my moots/friends :P)

Pronouns: ANY PRONOUNS >:DD(I do personally prefer they but go wild ig :]) + AROACE 🧡💛🤍🩵💙 (romance and sex repulsed >:DDDDD

Birthday: July 30th 😎

Timezone: CST

I'm actually Hispanic/Latino! (My parents are both from Mexico 🇲🇽, sadly I can't speak Spanish anymore but I can only understand it)

I get stressed out pretty easily (I am a big over thinking and I can get overwhelmed easily) + I'm a gigantic procrastinator :') + I am a bit paranoid (I can get very stressed/I start to panic when I think someone is mad or I made someone sad at me)

I tend to say sorry a lot + please tell me when you're gonna vent to me

I have a bit of a stutter + I'm pretty sure I have a bit of a lisp too

I'm not really that busy but on Sundays don't suspect art, ect.

Idfk how to talk to people :')

Romance+physical touch kinda makes me uncomfy

❗I'M A MINOR❗❗

I personally use guys, dude, man, ect. as a gender neutral term if you aren't fine with that please tell me

I really like to play DND (I have only played like twice but if you guys want to show me your characters please do)

Please use more masculine phrases on me (I just prefer them)

This blog will have swearing so beware 😰

I do think I may have ADHD( intensive or mixed) or autism :P

(User boxes :3)

Fandoms I'm in

OSC (I'm just grouping all of the object shows together)

Be more chill

Heathers (again, not really that active on it)

Moral Orel (I FUCKING LOVE THIS SHOW AND IT DESERVES MORE)

Nerdy prudes must die (oh my fucking god. I NEED IT)

DnD (not sure if you'd call it a fandom

Eddsworld (used to be very into it still am)

Metal family :P

Riordanverse(UPDATE: WHOOOHOOOO BABYYYYY I'm on the dark maze >:D and now starting Magnus :3)

Smiling friends

Hazbin hotel/helluva boss

Scott Pilgrim (I have read the comics now, you can't best me mortals/j)

AND WAY MORE (to much to list 😔)

I only have Tumblr and a wattpad (it's @/FizzyCereal it's dead)

Sorry if I make any spelling or grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language :']

DNI LIST:

The basic criteria of a DNI list (transphobic/homophobic, racists, pedophiles/MAPS, Zoos, anyone who supports them)

Nsfw I'm a fucking minor (If your account is all NSFW or it's just straight up porn please don't follow me)

People hating on people for just "cringe" (you are in thin ice if you do this)

PEOPLE HARASSING PEOPLE (please kindly eff off)

Kids who go to my school (this isn't including my friends)

People who support problematic ship (it makes me feel uncomfortable)

Please respect this or I won't hesitate to block you.

❗PLEASE ASK QUESTIONS FOR @ask-salt ❗

(This will be updated)

Also sorry if i am annjoying to you guys :')

Don't be nervous to DM (only thing that can be a problem is that I can be very busy and awkward)

Please do ask if I'm comfortable for using my art or anything made by me (sometimes I will not say so if you don't ask. I can feel uncomfortable really easily if you want you can ask what are my boundaries)

Funni reference for my boy.

THIS REFERENCE IS NOW A BIT OLDER HE DID GET A BIT OF A NEW DESIGN

#object show community #introduction #intro post

[dyssonant-skyline]

If you don’t mind me asking, I’m curious to hear why you aren’t crazy about Fizzozzie? Like it’s kinda generic, but compared to the dumpster fire that is Stolitz … (I guess anything is better than Stolitz though 😅)

Before I get into it, I wanna be clear, it is just a personal preference thing! This isn't objective or even criticism, it's just my opinion.

I'm really struggling putting this into words because I don't actively dislike the ship. I don't like it but I don't dislike it. I think the majority of my distaste with it comes from the fact that the focus episodes for it, s2e6-7, are such a departure from our main cast. I also don't like Ozzie's design very much :[

I personally don't like the way Ozzie shows concern for Fizz. Its a very personal thing and I don't think the show would be better implementing changes (as whats a story without some conflict) but a lot of the time it felt like they were talking past each other? I don't know if it was intended, but in the getting ready scene in s2e7 it came across as Ozzie always having Fizz's foundation and keeping it away from him while trying to convince him not to go to the competition, (He could have picked it up off the vanity and I didn't notice though.) Despite Ozzie having good intentions, he does stuff without Fizz's approval and sometimes contrary to what Fizz communicates he wants. This would probably bother me less if the two of them were at an equal status, but with Ozzie as a royal, it feels worse to me. I also don't think it is ever resolved in a satisfying way.

Once again, I know that is a pretty small personal nitpick!!! I don't think it is something the show should change. It just affects my own enjoyment of them <:] Ngl If I read fanfic and fan interpretations I would probably fall in love with their relationship, as the issues I do have would be fun to resolve, but just at base canon I can't really call myself a fan. (During checking the episodes again, I did like Ozzie's assistant sort of role in Two Minutes Notice!)

You are 100% right though anon, I'd take Fizzozzie over Stolitz every single time. Honestly, looking at the canon ships Fizzozzie is probably my favorite, but that's just because I don't like the others. (Stolitz has problems I've already ranted abt. Millie and Moxie's relationship is frustrating for me because most of Millie's personality/development/character interaction revolves around it.)

Sorry for writing a novel as a response, thanks for the question! Honestly examining my issues with them makes me want to write something for the two of them ack!

#Dys rants #helluva boss critical #<- ish? I don't want this in the main tag but it isn't really criticism #also sorry for the extreme emphasis on personal. I do a lot of advice/crit here and I want to be super clear that this is neither #totally get why people like fizzozzie go wild #reblog

[olderthannetfic]

Oh man, magical girl fandoms are a dumpster fire for antis. I was shocked at how many are in Sailor Moon. You know, the anime where a 14 year old's true love is a dude in college. Yes they are closer in age in the manga but many of these are anime fans. A lot of UsaMamo fans will go after anyone who ships Seiya X Usagi because he's supposedly a stalker who doesn't respect her boundaries, a fact that is WAY over blown and exaggerated in the fandom. Keep in mind these same people stan a ship between a 14 year old girl and a dude in college. Now I don't care if they ship it just let me ship my non canon ship in peace and don't write an essay on how my ship is problematic. (Yes even the Diamond/Usagi ship, I am fully aware that the stalkery rapey prince is in fact a bad dude, that's not stopping me from writing my kink fic).

And there is so much wank in the fandom. It feels like you can't do a damn thing without upsetting someone. You like one thing about the DiC American dub? You just have nostalgia goggles on and think it was way better than it was. Uh no I just like it in a so bad its good sort of way and for all the 90s cheese. That and what's wrong with nostalgia goggles for a cartoon? Some fans go as far as calling anyone who uses any of the Americans disrespectful to the creator. Even for like a very minor character.

There are also manga purists who will come at you for preferring anything in the anime.

The other annoying thing. In the manga, Naoko drew a picture of the four Sailor Soldiers paired up romantically with each of the four main bad guy minions. In their past lives they were good guys that were brainwashed to work for evil or something like that. In the Crystal anime (that follows the manga more closely than the 90s anime) they even confirm the romantic relationships between them. (It lasts for like five seconds because the guys are quickly killed off because they all do die in the anime and manga). So people want to ship the Sailor Soldiers with their respective Dark Kingdom general.

So why does the fandom have an issue with this? Well in the 90s anime, there were no such relationships hinted. Instead two of the Dark Kingdom generals were in a gay relationship. (The 90s anime turned one into a woman to censor it.) Instead of just seeing the manga and anime taking place in separate universes, people will call you homophobic for shipping Sailors/Generals. They will say that you are erasing two gay characters even though the creator of the original manga never intended for them to be in a relationship with each other. Of course, the word heteronormative gets thrown around to try to discourage people from shipping them.

I guess at the very least, Haruka/Michiru is still a very beloved ship and my experience with them in the fandom has been very pleasant. But since Sailor Moon is an older fandom I was hoping it would be very ship and let ship. This unfortunately does seem to be common in magical girl anime fandoms. So much purity culture!

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[fallenasleepyetagain]

Boat Conversations - Dreamswap Fic

Part One

(although you don't need to read it before you read this one)

Media: UTMV/UTAU - Dreamswap

Genres: Pirate AU, human AU, the trio of Buffoons talking about their experiences at sea, gen-fic, dialogue & exposition heavy? (it's fun tho I promise), can be interpreted as romance, Kevin is featured pretty prominently (he's my silly guy), can be seen as romance, heavy emphasis on Nightmare and Error's relationship

Characters: Nightmare, Cross (she/her), Error (she/her), Kevin the Chicken, Dream (mentioned), Ink (she/her, mentioned), Blue (mentioned), unnamed members of Cross' family (mentioned)

Pairing(s): Cross/Nightmare/Error (Their relationship can be taken either romantically or platonically)

CW/TW: Mention of family death, mention of a suicide mission, mentions of abuse (nothing in detail), mentions of ship crashes, if you know the characters' backstories then any TW for them apply here.

Other Notes: @raccoon-in-a-dumpster I wrote more :3 This time featuring the Meme Squad! (sorry it took a bit LOL)

Word Count: 5373 Words

The small boat swayed side to side along the water. The sail was down, but not aimed anywhere. The moon was at its fullest and the sky was clear. All of the stars in the sky sparkled and reflected in the water. The boat itself was small, and only housed three people and a chicken. Yes, a chicken. A seaside chicken that wasn’t meant for eating was certainly unusual, but Nightmare would never do anything without his best buddy. Speaking of, Nightmare was one of the three members aboard the small ship. The ship was made of a gorgeous red wood, with one large sail, one small sail, and not many other decorations on it. It was a pretty ship, but not exactly extravagant. Not like Dream von Licht’s Radiance. Nightmare stroked Kevin’s (that's the chicken) hackles, the small bird trilling as he did so. Nightmare walked the length of his ship, which wasn’t named. It was likely that he would have to replace it sooner rather than later. He couldn’t get attached to it. Dream always came by with his troops and burned down, punctured holes, or whatever the fuck else to his ship.

The amount of boats he had gone through within the couple of months he’s been with his two other buddies was well into the double digits. It was exhausting having to steal ships constantly, and having to get new stuff over and over. Sometimes, he just considered handing himself over to Dream, that it wasn’t worth the trouble of fighting back. He always shook his head and tried desperately not to think about that kind of outcome. He wasn’t going to give up that easily. If Dream wanted him, then the bastard would have to get him himself.

The chicken in his arms shifted and squirmed, and Nightmare set Kevin down and gently scratched his head. He had made it to the helm of the boat and glanced around. It was quiet, and the air was crisp. It wasn’t a terribly cold night, and he was able to just wear a short-sleeved shirt without much issue. He slipped his hands into his pockets, Kevin trailing him, preening himself every so often. He looped around the helm and then started a trek back to the otherside of the boat. He wasn’t planning on sleeping tonight, so pacing the boat and hanging out with his chicken was the plan for the night.

Once Nightmare got to the other side of the boat, he realized that staying up wasn’t going to be a solo activity. Kevin cooed, announcing both his and Nightmare’s presence to Error who was sitting at the edge of the boat. She appeared unconcerned at the fact that she could fall right over into the ocean. She had a cup of coffee in her hands, and it was still steaming.

Nightmare shifted awkwardly on his feet, “Hey?”

Error flinched slightly, but turned her head around. She pushed up her red, comically large, rounded glasses. Settling them on her nose. “Sup. Have a seat?”

Without too much difficulty, Nightmare hopped over the fence and plopped next to Error, a good amount of space between them. Error had a whole set up out here, damn. With a fresh cup of coffee, and some sort of crochet project in her lap. There was also a lantern on the opposite side of her, sitting precariously on the fence behind her.

“Does that not give you anxiety?” Nightmare asked, wheezing out slightly. She took a glance at what he was referring to, that being the lantern.

Error shrugged, the crochet needles clinking together as she mindlessly worked on the project. “It’ll be fine. I’m pretty much anxious all the time.”

“SAME!” Cross shouted from the window leading to the living space. Error put her head in her hands and Nightmare snickered.

“COME DOWN HERE AND JOIN US!” Nightmare shouted back, laughing slightly to himself.

“OK!” And the window was slammed closed.

“And there goes my peace and quiet.” Error said, accented with an eye roll and a soft, if exasperated smile. Nightmare snickered in response, and leaned back. It was a little nerve wracking, being at the very edge of the ship. Luckily the skies were clear, and the water wasn’t moving too fast. If one of them were to fall in, they’d be alright. It would be scary and shitty but they wouldn’t drown or be left behind.

“What are you doing up?” Error asked him, going back to her crochet project.

“Couldn’t sleep. You?”

Error just shrugged, and turned to her side to pet Kevin’s head, since he had appeared out of nowhere to join them. The chicken cooed as Error stroked his head, and sat down when she ceased.

“Vague but ok.”

“My answer is the same as yours, dickhead, I couldn't sleep.”

“Don’t you complain about being tired all the time?”

“Don’t you?” Nightmare scoffed and rolled his eyes. Error got him there. He pulled up one of his legs into his lap, allowing the other one to dangle over the edge. After a few moments, Cross had finally made her way down to the back of the boat. Cross looked at the two dangling over the edge, before deciding to make the objectively correct decision to not sit along the ledge of the boat. Kevin burrowed himself in between Cross’s feet, and tucked his head back into himself, making the decision that none of the humans on the boat can seem to make: going to sleep.

“Couldn’t sleep either?”

“Yup.” Nightmare said as Error hummed in agreement. Cross paused and slid down the fence, sitting down, her back to Nightmare’s. The boat rocked side to side gently, the waves crashing against the wood, the smell of the sea, and the sound of Error’s crocheting needles clicking together was nice. It was just the three (er…four) of them on the open water, no Dream or navy in sight. None of them could remember the last time they had a relaxed, not stressful time like this.

They had no need to be anywhere, and being on the sea was the safest option for them. They were outlawed everywhere else. Supplies were high and they had no need to make any stops. Being at sea, with no place to go in mind was nice. Just allowing the sea to take them to wherever they wanted. Cross bent down and scritched at Kevin’s neck, the rooster cooing slightly in his sleep. Nightmare yawned and stretched his arms out, his back popping as he did so.

“It’s quiet tonight.” Error spoke, her tongue sticking out of her mouth slightly as she worked. 

“It’s nice though. Especially without Captain Von Bitch on our asses.”

“Mm.” Error nodded, pushing back a braid that had fallen in front of her face. “Although I do question his motives.”

“I think his motives are that he’s an asshole.”

“That is not what I mean at all but okay.”

Nightmare leaned against his knees and looked at Error. He wasn’t particularly fond of this conversation, but he wanted to see what Error was thinking. Especially if he needed to correct any factual errors that Error might have about him. The last thing he wanted was his friends believing that Dream was less of a dick than he actually was. Some people believed that Dream was some angel, and it pissed him off to no end. “What…do you mean then?”

“We do not qualify as pirates, since we hardly even steal and most violence we do is in self defense. While I don’t think our actions are well within the law - CROSS - but we aren’t pirates. And Dream exists in this weird gray area of not-pirate but also not-navy. And yet he claims that we’re pirates and he is not and it just doesn’t make sense? In all technicality he’s breaking the law as much as we are.” Error paused, “Does that make sense? I don’t know if I’m making sense.”

“No no, I totally get it.” Nightmare shook his head. “It’s because he’s a hypocrite. It’s part of who he is.” They had both deserted the navy. And yet he was the one Dream called a pirate. Truly if dramatic irony was a person, it would be Dream.

“You’ve known him for like, forever then?” Cross questioned, one of her eyebrows raised.

“Unfortunately.”

How could Nightmare not notice the quiet exchange of eye-contact between Error and Cross? The silent gesture of Error telling Cross to not to push any further. He liked that about Error, really. He knew that she understood not wanting to talk about someone, or even think about them. She knew when it was time to change subjects. He appreciated it. He pretended that he didn’t see it though, preferring to stroke Kevin’s head. The chicken purred, which is a thing that could happen! Most people associate purring with cats but chickens do it too! Nightmare loved telling Error and Cross chicken facts. Error found it less fun but Cross was always interested.

“I think it’s kind of mean to blame me for all the crimes we commit. You and Nightmare aren’t innocent either!”

Error rolled her eyes so hard that Nightmare worried that she would roll them into a different dimension. “I never said that we weren’t. You just tend to steal shit even though you don’t have to. Then we get in trouble and then we have to go back out to sea which makes us vulnerable.”

“You people don’t appreciate me.”

“I appreciate you, Cross.” Nightmare spoke, looking up at her.

A hand gently patted his forehead and he snickered, “THANK YOU.”

There was another silence, and the three took a second to listen. There was the sloshing of the waves against their vessel, Kevin’s soft trilling, the clicking of Error’s knitting needles, and no sound of another ship approaching them. It had been around a year since Nightmare picked up Error to be a part of his mini “pirate” crew, and nearly two years since he found Cross. To say that they were close was an understatement. At sea it was just them, they couldn’t exactly get away from each other. They had seen shit, and been through shit, and even though Nightmare was sure that they’d eventually get tired of his bullshut and leave, they didn’t.

Some aspects of their personal history often got lost. Nightmare was especially notorious for not talking about himself. And most of their conversations were making up random stories or telling each other ridiculous stories about who knows what. It was inevitable that heavier conversations would come up on occasion. 

Much to Cross and Error’s misfortune, Nightmare was feeling particularly somber. Maybe it was the nighttime, the quiet, or maybe he was just in a more grim mood than usual.

“Cross?”

The clicking of knitting needles got quieter, “Yea?”

“Have you lived at sea before? Like as a kid?” Nightmare asked. He was honestly hoping that she had, it would just make his brain happy. He hadn’t gone out to sea until he was nineteen and Error was a maybe. She couldn’t remember much of her life before she met Blue, and subsequently Nightmare and Error. The last thing she remembered were flashes of a terrible storm, and then awakening on a beach where she met Blue. It was entirely possible that she was always at sea, but no one could really be sure. If Cross was always at sea, then it would just make their little group complete.

“Dude I’ve been on the ocean since I was little.”

Nightmare mentally pumped his fist.

“Really? I didn’t think that it would be a good idea to bring kids onto open water.” Error commented, taking a second to stop her knitting and look up at Cross. Cross nodded, leaning into the ship railing.

“It’s not. My dad was a retired navy officer and I think it fucked him up badly or some bullshit. Maybe he was always fucking nuts, who knows. I never really had a home on land until I was like, twenty. Then I met you guys and the rest is history.” Cross laughed softly, although it didn’t reach her face. She spoke of her father on occasion, often by cussing or cursing him out.

“What happened?” 

“My family had enough, y’know?” Nightmare and Error could only assume what Cross had meant. “And one day when I was seventeen or so, I dunno, they dropped me off at a town with an old family friend. I wanted to go with them but…my mom made me stay behind.”

“Cross you don’t-” Nightmare started before Cross shushed him. She took a seat on the opposite side of the fence, back to back from Nightmare. 

“I know I don’t man. But I think I want to?”

“Jeez.” Nightmare grabbed Kevin and tossed him over the fence. The chicken, who was rightfully startled, screamed and ran off, squawking as he did so. Error gave Nightmare a look, something she did often, and he shrugged in response. He would give Kevin a small piece of bread as an apology. He didn’t give Kevin bread too often, since it did almost nothing in terms of nutrients. His bird friend liked it though, so it was a good apology gift when he pulled shit. 

It wasn’t often that the trio worked in sync together. While they worked efficiently during fights and outrunning Dream and his gaggle of self-righteous fools, on their off time they often had some clashes. Nothing relationship ruining, it was just they were always doing different things that sometimes contended with each other. However, that night they all had the same thought process. Nightmare hopped over the fence and plopped right down next to Cross. Error did the same, going on the opposite side of Nightmare.

There was a heavy silence. Cross was the most open out of the trio, but even this felt extremely personal. But Cross also had a point. Sometimes holding things in for too long was harmful, and Nightmare knew that better than anyone.

“Go ahead Cross.” Error prompted, her voice soft. She set her knitting needles down, her knees tucked into her chest.

“Ahah um.” Ah. It wouldn’t be a Cross-centered conversation if she didn’t try to back out of it. However both Nightmare and Error had gotten quite skilled at pushing back at Cross when she made an attempt to change the conversation topic.

“Don’t even think about it, Cross.” Nightmare said before anything else could happen, his voice sharp and to the point.

Cross’s mismatched eyes looked helplessly back at Error, who just stared back, the glare of the sun hiding most of her eyes through her glasses. She nodded at Cross, who took a deep breath.

“It was a suicide mission.” The words held heavy in the air. Error’s eyes widened for a second, but she didn’t react in any other way. Nightmare put his hand on Cross’s forearm. “They, my family, knew that the only way to get dad out of the picture was to go down with him. My mom left me with a family friend. I don’t think she wanted me to die. I don’t know why.” Cross scoffed.

“I worked with that family friend for a few years.” Cross looked down at Nightmare, “Then I met you.” The two shared a moment, shared a smile between each other. 

“There was more than that, but y’know.” Nightmare shrugged, turning to Error who’s face said nothing. Although he knew better than that. He figured that he should clear up some of the timing for her, since she wasn’t there until a few months later. Of course, she wasn’t left entirely in the dark. Especially since Cross would often rant and rave about her relationship with Ink and how Dream had wronged their friendship.

Error knew more about Ink’s past and history with Cross than both Cross and Nightmare expected. A few months into being a member on Nightmare’s ship, by complete coincidence, Nightmare and Dream had docked in neighboring towns. Error couldn’t sleep and, apparently, neither could Ink. At first, Error thought a fight would ensue on the dock. But it didn’t. They just sat down next to each other, legs hanging over the ocean water. They just chatted. About nothing in particular. It was similar to what the trio were doing now. Error hadn’t told them about it, and she doubts she ever will. Although Error did learn a few things about Ink. 

The most prevalent being that their stories were quite similar. Neither of them really remembered their life before meeting Dream and Nightmare. However Ink did have some memories of her childhood, unlike Error who had lost everything. It was interesting, to hear about someone else’s amnesia. She could only assume that her’s was due to the ship crash that she suspected took place before meeting Blue while Ink’s was due to trauma or something like that. Of course, Ink didn’t tell her everything. Most of their conversation was just a back and forth of ranting about things that annoyed them. However, one of the things Ink talked about, briefly, she wasn’t much for conversation, was that sometimes things would remind her of specific childhood events. Suddenly memories long forgotten would just…appear in her mind.

To Error, that sounded like hell.

They had talked briefly a few times after that meeting. Nightmare would never again dock in a city anywhere near Dream. Even if it meant stretching rations over a day or two longer than they should be. Life on the sea was comfortable, despite it all. 

“Wooph, thanks guys.” Cross looked between the two of them, a smile appearing on her face. “I think I needed that.”

“Yeah, of course.” Error said, her body no longer as tense as it was before.

“...I don’t think I’ve told anyone that before.” Cross added, voice going soft. That time, it was Nightmare who responded, arms crossed and resolute in his tone, “Well obviously. Why would you?”

“Nightmare.” Error punched, not with her full strength, him in his arm, and he yelped in surprise. “What he means is: thanks for trusting us Cross. We’re for you.” Nightmare rolled his eyes as he rubbed his arm, but his gaze softened when he made eye contact with Cross once more. He nodded, patting Cross’s forearm. It was awkward, but who would they be if they weren’t?

Cross laughed and a large yawn escaped her as she did so. She leaned back as she did so, a low grunt slowly leaving her. Exhausted. With a grunt, Cross stood up. Her hands reached around to her back and she stretched, and Nightmare could hear her spine pop as she did so. The three of them all struggled with their sleeping schedules, Nightmare the most, and all for different reasons. If one of them was going to head to bed first, it was almost a guarantee that it would be Cross. 

“I think I’m gonna…head on up.” She ruffled Nightmare’s hair as she spoke, much to his displeasure. “Fuckin’ spent.”

Error nodded, messing with her gloves, “That makes sense. Sleep on this, and if you wanna talk about it a bit more in the morning, you can. We’ll be here.” She snorted as she finished, as Cross was now leaning on Nightmare with her hand on his head. He was not amused one bit.

After messing up Nightmare’s hair a final time Cross spoke, “Yeah. Thanks. Will you two be…?” Nightmare shrugged, “Well. Good night, if you end up sleeping that is.”

“‘Night Cross.” Nightmare waved as Cross disappeared behind the corner and into their quarters. The ship was small and getting around it was easy enough, although it had little room for their sleeping quarters. The three of them had to sleep in the same general area, they really had no other choice. Error and Cross adjusted to it fine, for one reason or another, but Nightmare? Nightmare struggled. With his, well, nightmares. Ironic, huh?

So to avoid having that uncomfortable conversation, Nightmare just had the most fucked up sleep schedule known to man. It was worth it. Probably. Since it was just the three of them, they had to swap out who would do night shifts. It was often Nightmare who offered, so that he could stay up. He didn’t sleep very much anyway, the least he could do was be productive at night. That wasn’t every night though, as Error and Cross also took their fair share of night shifts. Nightmare didn’t sleep much at night when they did though, often plagued with terrors. So he compromised with his body. He often napped in short periods, not long enough to go into REM sleep and dream, but long enough that his brain could rest. It really sucked honestly, but it worked.

“You gonna head up soon too?” He asked, turning his head towards Error who had picked up her knitting needles and continued her project. His legs were crossed and he leaned into his hand. Both he and Error looked like shrimps, both of their posture being shitty as hell. 

“Are you?”

“I didn’t plan to.”

“Do you mind if I stay up with you?”

Nightmare blinked a few times, “Nah, not at all.”

There was a small smile on Error’s face, “Cool.”

Silence covered them like a soft blanket. Nightmare and Error didn’t hang out one on one that often, but when they did it was nice. She was just…chill. There wasn’t really a need to talk, although they totally could. He considered it, briefly, before seeing how enthralled Error was in her work. His tired eyes drifted up into the sky, the stars dancing in his vision. Error knew a lot about the stars and how to navigate with them, although from where he couldn’t say. His mouth opened to speak, to start some kind of conversation but she beat him to it.

“Mind if I ask you something?” Before he could respond, she added on, “You can say no, by the way. It might be kinda sensitive.” Error watched his face, at his dark blue eyes that looked almost purple in some lights. He squinted at her.

“Shoot.”

“Why did you leave the navy?”

“Oh. Yeah no, that’s not a hard question.” Nightmare paused as the tapping of bird feet on the deck slowly got louder. With a scream, Kevin lept into Nightmare’s arms, getting comfortable in his lap. “Hey buddy. Forgiven me already? Haha. Anyways, I deserted for a few reasons, um. The main one being I didn’t want to be part of the navy y’know? It was never a goal of mine to…fight, I guess? Being a military personnel sounds like hell. And when I did get drafted, I hated how both Dream and I were being treated. We both did.

“Dream was always more into it than I was. But I won’t get into his whole…everything.” There was a lot there. And honestly? He didn’t really want to think about the past, and his whole relationship with Dream. It was like putting salt in an open wound. On many occasions, he wondered if Dream thought about him the way he thought about Dream. There was this sour fondness that came up whenever he thought about their time together. And every time the wound he thought he had sewn up opened wide up for all to see.

Error nodded, knowing better than to push Nightmare about Dream. He looked over at her, and she just looked back at him. He did leave his reasoning unfinished.

“And eventually…I just kinda left. Went AWOL. I tried to convince Dream to come with me, but uh,” He forced a laugh into his voice, but his face was still tugged back into a sneer, “He already decided how he felt about me.”

“Do you have any idea why?”

“Why what?”

“Why he…y’know,” Error gestured with her hands.

Luckily, Nightmare knew what she meant.

“Not really. If I had to guess, I’d say that he saw how the military was running and thought that he could do a better job. He was always like that. Observing things and then making them better. When I went AWOL, I guess he lobbed me in with pirates and stuff? I couldn’t tell you why he did that.”

There, of course, was more to it than that. But Nightmare had reached his “talking about Dream” limit for the day, and he suspected Error could tell.

Nightmare stroked Kevin’s neck, “Dream’s mind is fucking enigma.”

The knitting needles and project were slowly being put away. “It really is, isn’t it?” She turned to look him in the eye, “Are you alright?”

“What?” He raised an eyebrow at her, “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“We just had a deep conversation, of course I’m going to check in on you.”

God, Error was so cool like that. Nightmare scoffed slightly, but smiled at the sentiment. “Error, dude, I’m fine. Promise.”

“If you insist.” Error stood up, gathering up her knitting supplies in her hands. “I’m going to head off to bed. Or, try at least. You coming?”

“In a bit.”

With a nod, Error began to head back into the sleeping quarters. Nightmare had totally lied about heading back to bed, although he wondered if Error picked up on it. Not with Cross and Error being in the same room. He had filled in his quota of talking to his friends about important shit for the month, and he was not going to explain his horrendous nightmares. His nightmares varied in content and who was present. Very rarely were they just unsettling, making him wake up in a cold sweat. More often than not, he’d wake up in tears and gasping for air. And sometimes, on the worst nights, he would wake up screaming. That was the thing that he wanted to avoid at all costs.

However, there appeared to be a change in plans. Before Error could get far, Cross came barrelling from the door to the quarters. Nightmare could see the startled look on her face and stood up, keeping Kevin in his arms. She slid to a halt, around an arms length away from Nightmare, and Error pressed herself up against the nearby wall to avoid being touched. 

“Guys,” Cross heaved, not bothering to take a second to catch her breath. Sweat dripped from her forehead. Her eyes glanced wearily from Nightmare to Error, clearly shaken up. “It’s Dream, his ship, port side.”

“God fuckin’ damnit.” Nightmare seethed, setting Kevin down on a nearby barrel. The chicken didn’t even stir in his sleep. “Let’s go. I need to see how far he is. Maybe, if we’re lucky, we’ll be able to avoid him.”

The Trio of Idiots all made a fast dash to the front of the ship. Kevin and Error’s knitting supplies were left behind. Sometimes Nightmare cursed the messy nature of all of them, just leaving shit around with no reasoning behind it. Things often got lost or misplaced and sometimes it pissed him off, especially when he went to find something and it ended up falling right off of the ship. However, he had to thank both his, Error’s, and Cross’s lack of organization, as his spyglass was sitting precariously on top of some boxes. He grabbed as he ran up the bow, getting as far up it as he could. Cross and Error  soon joined him, the cold sea wind blowing in all of their faces. Nightmare raised the spyglass up to his left eye and glanced around at the port side.

The horizon between the endless blue ocean and star-covered sky is cut by a massive ship. Nightmare didn’t even need the skyglass to recognize it.

Radiance.

That stupid ship and its stupid name and its stupid captain!

“Is it him?” 

“Oh it’s fucking him alright.” Nightmare said, grinding his teeth as he did so. He focused on the ship. It was, thank god, not coming straight for them. He squinted at the bow. There was someone on it, talking to Dream. He could recognize Dream from a mile away, especially with his bright golden hair. But there was someone next to him. Someone he didn’t recognize. He stepped closer to the edge, leaning over to get a better look. Cross put her hand on his shoulder, to both stabilize him as well as getting into the position to catch him if he slipped. The last thing they needed was any of them falling into the water while Dream was around.

It was dark, and without memories to fill in the gaps, Nightmare couldn’t get a good grasp as to what exactly he looked like. There was some light illuminating from the Radiance, but not enough. Damnit! It also didn’t help that the stranger had pressed themself up against Dream either.

“What is it?” Error asked, “What do you see?”

“Some, uh, guy.”

“A guy?”

Nightmare adjusted the focus on the spyglass. He struggled to separate the stranger from Dream, but he did his best. “Yeah…wearing a blue something? A scarf maybe? They’ve got what I think is short brown hair and, uh, yeah that's about it.”

There wasn’t much to his description, but once he stepped back, he saw the startled expression on Error’s face. Wordlessly, he handed Error the spyglass so she could get a look. Cross shifted on her feet awkwardly, unsure if she should stabilize Error like she did with Nightmare or not. She glanced towards Nightmare who shook his head. Error was much more careful with her feet placement, and grounded herself securely.

Error hesitated. She didn’t raise the spyglass to her glasses for a moment too long. She swallowed hard, and she prayed to whatever deity that existed that Nightmare was wrong. That it was somewhere else, anyone else. She focused the spyglass and focused on where Dream and the other person were. Despite the multiple layers of glass between her eye and what she was seeing, it was clear enough who was on The Radiance. Error’s heart began to race, apprehension and adrenaline rushing through her. She staggered backwards, bumping into Nightmare, who shifted to her right.

“What’s the matter? Do you know him?”

A scoff left Error’s mouth, and she took her glasses off of her face and wiped them down with her skirt. “Do I know him? Yeah, I fucking know him.” She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Taking any grievances on Nightmare and Cross wasn’t a good idea. “It’s Blue.”

“WHAT?!” Cross stands there mouth agape.

“What is he doing with Dream of all people??”

“Who the hell knows!” Error rubbed her temples, “It’s…whatever. Right now we need to make sure we avoid his line of sight.”

The other two nodded, and Cross left to begin unveiling the sails, setting them up to catch as much wind as possible. Error’s job was to make sure cannons were loaded and working properly. While once might think that Cross should have that heavy lifting job, it was often much harder to work the sails. It’s also what Cross did on her dad’s ship, so hey, if it isn't broken don’t fix it. And often Nightmare took his position as captain (no one calls him captain) and steered the ship, assisting Cross and Error when necessary. When Error finished, she often assisted Nightmare or Cross in whatever they needed, and vice versa.

Before Error could get to work, Nightmare grabbed her by her sleeve. Despite there being no actual contact, she still jumped. He immediately pulled his hands away.

“Shit, sorry.”

“It’s fine. What’s up? We need to keep moving.”

“I know.” Nightmare crossed his arms. “Just…We care about you, y’know. If you need anything, I’m here.”

Error pushes her glasses up, the glare from the moon concealing her expression. With some hesitation, she grabs Nightmare’s hand with her gloved one. Wordlessly, she squeezes it, rubbing the back of his hand. A silent thank you.

She lets go of his hand before adjusting her glasses a final time, “Now, let’s beat some not-pirate ass.”

“Hell yeah.”

#fallen’s writing #DS!PirateAU #(it has a tag now :3) #dreamswap #ds nightmare #ds cross #ds error #kevin the chicken #acrossnightterrors #ds nightmare/cross/error #ds!nightmare #ds!cross #ds!error #dreamswap nightmare #dreamswap cross #dreamswap error #utmv #utmv fic #fanfic #ds dream #ds ink #ds blue #uhhhhhh yeah I think that’s all the tags? #unsure about how I feel abt the header image. I may make a new one for the trio at some point